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grimesgirll · 2 months

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you jumped at the chance to babysit for rick grimes.

your mom didn’t have to repeat herself when she instructed you to arrive at rick’s early the next morning to give him some help with his baby girl.

not that you minded, but you babysitting for rick was a part of your mother’s larger plan to welcome the new arrivals into the community. it was an easy way for the survivors - namely their leader, rick - to warm up to everyone. and you had to put your half finished developmental psychology degree to use somehow.

you’re disappointed when you show up bright eyed and bushy tailed to be greeted by rick’s son carl, and not the dreamy sheriff himself.

carl is more than happy to pass off the bubbly little baby - who you learn is named judith- to you and dash out the door after giving you the rundown on her routine and lack thereof.

it doesn’t take long for judith to get used to you - or get into the habit of pulling your long hair. carl mentioned that she’d had a solid breakfast already this morning so you hunker down next to her playmat to tire her out in preparation for her next nap.

thoughts drift from tummy time to the absent head of the house. where was he? you knew part of the reason you had even begun babysitting was to help rick with childcare if he accepted his new position as constable, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else he would be.

and truth be told, you’re disappointed.

the first day the southerners had arrived, you looked on as rick stepped through the gates, judith in his arms. you’d been shocked to see a baby but you were even more enthralled by the hot suburban dad who’d landed on your doorstep.

not as old as your own father but nearly old enough to be, rick grimes had been blessed by age. his wild, grown out hair and tense but demanding disposition immediately attracted your attention.

it’s wrong; you shouldn’t be crushing on the man you’re babysitting for.

but you’ve been so bored!

let’s be clear: alexandria is your home. the safe zone provided more stability than the road could ever offer but survival was boring. at least inside of alexandria.

but out there?

whatever was out there was written all over the face of every new survivor your community had taken in. you’d heard bits and pieces; cannibals, maniacs on a power trip, robbers, corrupt cops even in the end of times.

and you could really see it on rick.

he had the demeanor of someone always scanning the room for the exit. you’ve never seen him so much as smile so it’s hard to imagine anyone like him adjusting or relaxing, even somewhere like alexandria.

your mother had theorized that some childcare could help ease the ex-cop’s anxieties, give him and carl a chance to breathe.

someone like that needs a lot more than a day away from the kids though. rick grimes needed an all inclusive vacation

and maybe a blowjob.

you tear yourself away from your wild thoughts about the rugged leader to turn your attention to the little girl hitting you with all of the sleepy cues at once. glancing at the clock, you decide it’s time for a nap and scoop up the eight month old. it’s not until you try to lay her down in the nursery that judith gives you your first problem.

seems like you had a velcro baby on your hands.

your hypothesis is proven correct during little judith’s second afternoon nap when you’re resigned to the living room armchair.

any attempts to place the little girl on her back, stomach, or side were met with tears. you’d just huffed and posted up on the rocking chair, ready to rock her for the duration of her nap.

it could be a pain but some babies just slept better hearing another heartbeat besides their own. it’s biology. judith is long out of the fourth trimester but that doesn’t exempt her from wanting to fall asleep in a pair of warm, snuggly arms. and besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do.

so you’re still curled up with judith when her father arrives in the afternoon.

gun holstered on his hip, the front door swings open to reveal rick grimes, looking much more like a resident of alexandria than he'd arrived. despite his new haircut and the difference that a shower makes, rick still looks pent up to you. like the feral man who'd shown up at your gates was just bubbling under the surface.

“hey there,” he greets once he registers your presence.

in his constable uniform, rick is even more handsome than you imagined all cleaned up. his chestnut curls are trimmed - courtesy of your neighbor, jessie - and he’s fully fitted like an officer of the law, and not an outlaw.

"oh, hi," you sit up and offer as much of a salutation you can being nap trapped.

"you must be deanna's daughter."

"that's me," you chirp, keeping your voice low to avoid waking up the little girl on your lap. "sorry, you caught us during naptime."

the southerner shakes his head. "no problem. looks like you got her down easy enough."

easy? you want to ask him to repeat that again but you just smile.

"i'm sorry i wasn't here earlier to introduce myself, i'm rick." the man extends his hand to you and you have to steel your nerves so he doesn't feel your hand shaking.

you're shocked when you hear confidence dripping from your voice as you give him your name. under his dark blue gaze, you want to squirm but you're holding it together somehow.

"you know, you can probably get out here early today. carl should be home soon."

you do your best to hide your disappointment. "leaving early on the first day?" you grin. "i think i like this job."

that earns you a chuckle from the sheriff who points to the sleeping baby you're holding. "i've got it from here if you wanna head out."

you don't but you put on your pearly whites and utter a peppy "sure!" handing over the still sleeping judith to her father.

"thanks for agreeing to this," rick commends you, eyes looking over the picture books and learning materials piled up in your arms. "i really appreciate having someone here to look after judith during the day."

“don’t worry about it, she’s such an angel, rick.”

"yeah, she is," he agrees, pausing to glimpse down at the napping infant. "i guess we'll be seein' you tomorrow?"

“whenever you need me.”

as his gaze follows you out the front door, rick is hard pressed to confirm if that was actual innuendo that came out of your mouth or just a generous offer.

he’s even more surprised to see you on his doorstep again after supper.

“hey,” you start. “i think i forgot one of my books here when i was watching judith. do you mind if i grab it?"

your burnt orange journal is right where you'd left it - intentionally - on the accent table in the upstairs hallway.

"oh, perfect! it's right here," you exhale in manufactured relief as if you hadn't left it there a few hours ago just for this purpose.

"is she down?" you ask rick in your best quiet voice.

he nods his hickory head of hair. "wanna see her?"

you nod enthusiastically and he leads you a few doors down the hall where you two pop your heads into a dark, curtain drawn room.

“how’s she been sleeping?” you ask innocently, following the father’s gaze to the sleeping infant lying peacefully in her crib.

“good enough,” he grunts. “all things considered.”

“how have you been sleeping?”

a chocolate eyebrow raises.

“you know, you have to get some sleep too.”

“isn’t that you’re for?”

rick must notice your reaction from the way he clears his throat and walks back his words, clarifying, “taking care of judith and all so i can,” he makes air quotes with his fingers, “rest.”

breathing deeply in an attempt to calm your racing heartbeat, you offer a smile with your exhale. “yeah, but that’s only during the daytime. she still has two wakeups at night, right?”

the man leaning in the doorway beside you shrugs. “two or three, give or take.”

“that’s a lot of time to be waking up at night.”

his ocean blue eyes twinkle as he shoots you a look and crosses his arms. “tell me about it.”

you motion towards the crib. “so i know judith likes to be held for naps, but have you ever tried room sharing with her? or even sleeping with her in the bed?”

rick gives you a quizzical look. “i thought you weren’t supposed to let them sleep in bed with you.”

“only if you’re a heavy sleeper,” you discern. “or if you drink or you’re a smoker.”

“really?”

you nod. “it’s called the safe sleep seven. its a big thing in other parts of the world." you draw an awkward breath. "not that there's anything wrong with watching her from the monitor," you refer to the device in his back pocket.

"well," rick runs a hand through his dark waves, stopping awkwardly at the end like he forgot about his haircut. "judith's always been held so it wouldn't shock me that that's how she likes to go sleep."

"did you have to snuggle her to sleep to get her down tonight?" your honeyed voice inquires curiously.

"i held her." he answers with a sigh.

"it makes sense. humans are programmed to want to be close to each other."

a silence settles over the two of you before rick clears his throat. "yeah, maybe i'll have to look into this sleep safe seven."

"i can bring a book next time i'm over," you offer. "i was a developmental psych major in college."

"so you have a degree to babysit?"

you roll your eyes. "i was supposed to end up doing research. you know," you gesture to judith in her nursery. "working with younger kids like her and figuring out what works best for them for sleep, learning to eat, the potty, play, school, all that."

"sounds like you're pretty smart," the ex-cop concludes.

you shrug. "smart enough."

with that, you two are walking down the stairs and you're heading towards the door when rick asks you if you'd like anything to drink.

you stop in your tracks, turning around on one heel. "you know, i'm kinda thirsty. i'll actually take a water."

rick's hands around the cold glass must be tattooed in your mind from how intently you're watching him. you thank him for the glass and gingerly take a sip, taking a moment to notice how his hands are braced against the counter. a cacophony of cracks erupt when the man rotates his neck and you can't help but laugh.

the older man frowns. “what’s so funny?”

“did you not hear the way your neck cracked?”

he shrugs it off. “gotta do it sometimes.”

“not like that,” you insist, glancing at his hands again, you get an idea. “why don’t you let me show you how you’re supposed to crack that?”

rick gives you a sideways glance.

“my roommate was in school to be a masseuse.”

“you don’t have to do that.” he says quickly.

you shake your head at him. “it’s not a problem. you can give me pointers.”

it’s wrong; rick shouldn’t be face down on the sofa in the house your mother had given him, getting a massage from her young twentysomething daughter.

and he most definitely shouldn’t be trying to hide an erection.

never would he have imagined getting a massage from a college student a week ago. like the haircut, rick wants to accept your community’s gifts with tact but that’s hard to do when your hands are kneading lower and lower down his back.

“when was the last time you relaxed, rick?”

the question comes out of nowhere and he almost wishes judith would pop up on the baby monitor to spare him from answering.

“can’t tell ya’.” he replied honestly.

you hum in response, observing as he twitches under your mischievous ministrations. rick didn’t have to go to massage therapy school to know that this massage is nowhere near professional. it’s downright racy as your fingers skim the top of his lower back.

god, he has a nice ass for a dad, you muse. you wonder what he’d look like fully nude on this sofa and if you weren’t touching him through his undershirt.

“that’s a little low.” the new constable remarks, calling you out.

you giggle. “i don’t know. i think the muscles down here really need some attention.”

rick hisses when you venture past his lower back and squeeze. he wants to say something but it feels so fucking good to have the tension manually worked out of his muscles.

“flip over.”

rick is about to bust out of his pants.

“flip over, please.”

the brunette finally complies; he wants to be embarrassed but doesn’t have a second for the emotion because you’re falling to your knees in front of him, pointing.

“want me to help you with that?”

“what?” he sputters.

“please, let me.”

wow, you want him. and who is he to deny you? not with how much of a roller coaster the past few have been; he should at least get to decompress.

“go ahead-,” rick doesn’t get another word out of his mouth before you’ve fully yanked his pants down and scootch further between his legs, attaching a hand to his waist. you slide his briefs down and are almost smacked in the face by the eight inch cock in front of you.

“rick…”

“if it’s too big, i understand.”

he starts to say something else but can only manage a gasp once you swallow the first few inches of his cock in your mouth. you ease your way back up to alternate between gripping his length and lapping at his precum covered head.

god, he can’t let deanna find out.

or spencer for that matter. no need to give your brother another reason for rick to be on his bad side.

he can’t be bothered to think about your family when you’re on your knees with his dick in your mouth.

“you’re doin’ so good for me, honey,” rick praises.

you moan deeply around his cock as you fit him further down your throat. it doesn’t take long for his hands to find your hair and suddenly his thick length is sliding down. you just swallow around him the best you can. you wonder if he’d believe you if you said you’d never had a dick this far down your throat.

it’s only once your windpipe starts to feel rick’s size that you raise your mouth up and off of the man in front of, catching a shallow few breaths before diving right back down to envelope him in your mouth.

rick can’t get enough of this. a hot, more than willing knockout of a woman on her knees with nothing but relieving his stress on her mind. and nothing was a hotter than a girl who actually wanted to give a blowjob, and by the way you’re hollowing your cheeks and pumping what doesn’t fit down your throat, he knows you’re loving this. a good girl like you deserves more than just his dick in her mouth.

“slow down, sweetheart.” he instructs, even though it takes a moment for you to slow the vigorous pace you’d committed to. “i wanna help you out too.”

your eyes widen with delight and he doesn’t have to tell you twice to come up on the sofa with him. instantly, rick is in between your legs and undoing the button of your jeans in order to pull them down to your ankles.

his thick cock jumps at the sight of your sopping panties.

blushing, you lift your hips as rick clutches and discards the undergarment on the floor. that’s when he gets the opportunity to take in your already soaked little hole. he can’t help himself from slipping a finger in and driving it deeper at the sound of your raspy squeaks. the same noise comes out of you once he gives you another. you must’ve wanted this for a while from the way you coat his fingers. you’re wiggling and rotating your hips like they’re on fire and he only has two digits inside of you.

“easy, girl,” he warns and you pout as you struggle not to buck your hips.

“i need you, rick,” you gasp. “feel you in my core. i’m so hot for you right now.”

you so are. rick thinks and adds another finger.

not only are you making his dick swell more than he thought it could but your insides are hot. that tight little core is choking his three fingers like a boa constrictor.

“i’m gonna come on your fingers,” you make him aware, hoping he’ll move you to his cock.

“go right ahead, sweetheart.”

so you do.

you let out a muffled sob into his shoulder. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers into you until he removes them from your reluctant cunt. your mouth opens automatically when he lifts his sticky digits to your mouth. enthusiastically, you let him slip them into your mouth and suck until they come out clean.

you can barely respond to the “good girl,” he’s whispering huskily into your ear because your lips are pressed to his. disregarding the fact that your pussy is dripping all over the new sofa, you fold into the kiss.

where have you been? you wonder while his tongue starts to pick a fight with yours. the fact that you’re suddenly in his lap doesn’t register until you feel his hand on the small of your back.

“you’re up,” he whispers in your ear before shifting you on top of him.

you only understand what he means when you suddenly feel like you’re being torn in half. “fuck,” you exhale, conscious not to be too loud as to wake up the baby upstairs.

from his rapid breaths into your bust, you can tell that’s holding back.

“rick,” you whine.

fingertips find your hips just as your arms wrap around his neck and you’re holding on for dear life as the constable starts lifting and lowering you on his cock.

“god,” you cry through gritted teeth.

rick is fucking you just like you thought he would.

he doesn’t wait for you to roll your hips or ride him, no, he just fucks you. yeah, you’re on top but rick is the one pounding into you from below. you feel every ridge and vein on his impossibly thick cock as you brings you up and down on top of him.

this is the fucking that you expected from the dauntless, untamed man that rolled through your gates with his equally intimidating allies. you wonder how long it’s been since rick had a good fuck. by the way he ruthlessly spears you on top of him, you know it’s been months at least. you conclude it probably wasn’t for his lack of skill though, not with how he maintains a delicious pressure on your clit with those same digits he used on you earlier.

your core is calling again: this time it’s lava hot. whatever tension rick had you dripping at earlier is no comparison to the overwhelming internal buzz pulsing inside of you.

“fuck, honey, you’re gushin’ around me.”

you look down. he’s right; you’ve made a slick mess of both of your laps. the words to respond don’t make it to your mouth because rick is once again picking up the pace.

every time you coil around him, rick just adopts a more devastating pace. it’s like after months of going without, he’s doing everything in his power to be as deep inside of you as possible. any deeper and he’d be back in your throat.

“you gonna come again on my cock, baby?” the brunette murmurs in your ear.

“yes, sir.” you croak, not having the capacity to comprehend what your words were doing to him. unless your body and the mind of its own it had counted.

your core is reacting right on time to rick’s consistent teasing. “that’s it,” he encourages, applying even more pressure despite your shaking legs. every time you sink down onto him, you feel full to the hilt.

“ah, fuck.”

rick’s orgasm hits before your finale; nonetheless, his tightening embrace and desperate thrusts into you are just what you need. the contrast of your hot core with rick’s warm cum should make you sick with worry and maybe something else but you’re too fucked out and drawn into your peak to care.

sweat coats your brow and your hair is sticking up in every direction but you’re just swallowed up by the tightening in your core. swallowed by how full you feel. you feel like you could make even more of a mess on top of rick.

the jolt that reverberates through your core this time is galvanizing. you wonder if there was anything before this orgasm.

head laid forward against his chest, perfectly glistening tits rising and falling with each full breath, you are at peace. who knew that relieving rick of his stress could bring you so much pleasure?

and when you look up at him, all you can do is offer a pupil blown smile.

he might just like alexandria.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd imagine #twd smut #rick x reader #ricky dicky doo da grimes #constable rick #not beta read #grimesgirll #reader was a developmental psych major before the apocalypse #happy 15 days to this blog lol #reader is really forward #reader has rick rabies #blowy #p in v sex

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themancorialist · 6 months

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Aytoun Street, Manchester.

#mancorialist #street photography #candid #street #leafy #leaf #leaves #eat #shoots #and #goes away #autumnal #in #winter #cover yo face #blowy #gale #Storm Debi #I guess #Manchester #dusk

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cyberghouleo · 7 months

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proxies receiving oral headcanons

Pairing: Toby x reader, Tim x reader, Brian x reader

notes: made a twitter if anyone wants to follow! requests open

Tim:

Prefers to be sitting in a chair while you blow him. It makes him feel in charge and he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him. If he’s feeling nice, sometimes he will let you hump his leg as you suck him.

Definitely is a head pusher, just depends on how the day went. If he’s in a bad mood he wants you to sit there and stay still while he uses you to throat fuck. If it’s been a good day he will just lazily sit there and let you go at your own pace.

Will degrade you the whole time right up until he cums. He wants you to know how pathetic you are for this and how shameful it is. Just will say anything to prove that he has dominance over you.

"You're such a slut for me, so eager to swallow my cum."

“Imagine what the others would think if they saw how much of a whore you are right now.”

Loves cumming on your face and leaving a mess on it. He views it as degrading and marking you as his. He takes photos of his cum dripping off your face, and will show them proudly to anyone who dares to question your relationship.

Isn’t really big on aftercare, just will get up and go about this day as normal. You can deal with having to clean up your face after him.

Brian:

Prefers to be standing while you suck him off so he can see you on your knees and how small you look under him. He will stroke your hair as you struggle to fit all of his length into your mouth.

Really big into seeing your makeup get ruined and run down your face as your eyes well up with tears. He loves seeing how far you will push yourself to make him happy, willing to go as far as crying just so you can deepthroat all of him.

He just has a cry kink in general tbh.

Will compliment and praise you during it, telling you how pretty and good you are doing.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, just a little longer.”

Loves cumming in your mouth, he thinks it's cute to watch you struggle to swallow all of it as some spill out from your lips.

Sometimes before he cums he will grab your hair with one hand to make a makeshift ponytail, using his grip to throat fuck you as his tip abuses the back of your throat.

He makes it up after by praising you while peppering your face and neck in kisses. Also will bring you any drinks or food you want afterwards.

Toby:

Prefers to be sucked off while laying down, this allows him to be able to play and pinch your nipples since he loves feeling you moan around his cock.

Loves when you gag on him and the way your throat tightens up around him. When you struggle to breath around his dick it gives him an ego boost.

He will wrap his hands deeply into your hair. He won’t push your head down or throat fuck you, he just loves feeling the grip he has on you.

If you look up at him and maintain eye contact, he won’t last for long. He thinks it’s hot to see how innocent your eyes look while your lips remain wrapped around him and your cheeks hollowed out.

Doesn’t dirty talk much but lets out breathy moans often, soft grunts escaping him as his mouth remains open. Curses under his breath as he gets closer to cumming.

If he’s trying to prolong cumming he will bite down on the inside of his cheek, making the gash near his mouth bigger and bigger.

Doesn’t really care where he cums, if it’s in your mouth or on your face. Also doesn’t care if he’s dominant or not, he just likes to see your lips wrapped around him he doesn’t care how it has to happen.

#ticci toby x reader #brian thomas x reader #masky x reader #marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #hoody marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim wright x reader #ticci toby #slenderverse #theres not many names for blowies i realized lol #sloppy toppy with the boys yeahhhh #smut #also i am writing the requests i promise i didnt forget yall!!

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formula1squids · 5 months

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*touches ground* something happened here

#nothing quite like the bond of a shared disqualification #and consolatory blowies. thats very important.#chewie

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hungharrington · 11 months

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*clears throat* okay!!!!

but imagine the next time you two are apart (probably a day or two but it’s enough), imagine you decide to be the one that jumps him and kisses him all over and make sure you’re the first to say how much you missed him? you use his “how dare you get prettier” discourse on him and kiss him first and call him sweet names before you drag him home. poor boy would be flustered and with his cheeks on fire / pink and breathless and i bet he wouldn’t be able to form words 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh just y e s - 1.4k, gn!reader i believe, this fic describes a blowjob and as always, MDNI this entire blog is 18+

He's not expecting it. It makes it that much better.

When you sneak down the aisles of the Family Video and spot a certain ass, in a pair of tight jeans that should be illegal, bent over to reach the bottom shelf, your heart sings. You let Steve straighten up, watching him closely as he dusts off his hands and then places them on his hips, leaning into one. Classic Steve pose. You can't wait any longer.

You strike.

Striding down the aisle as quickly as you can, you reach out and grab his shoulders, using the momentum to propel yourself up and cling onto his back - like a piggyback he's given you a thousand times before. Steve startles, but even then, he catches you. Hands come up under your thighs and his face is holds a smidge of that bitchiness you love.

It wipes away in an instant when he realises who it is.

"Baby!" He exclaims, his grip on your skin tightening. Excitement lights up his features- softening when you grapple closer, kiss him on the cheek, and say, "surprise!" with your best grin.

"I thought you weren't—“

"—Coming back til the weekend?" You interrupt. You smother kisses along his jawline, anywhere you can. You're beginning to feel a bit breathless by the time you pull back to speak again and Steve's eyes look oddly misty in their fondness. "Missed you too much. Came back early."

Steve lets go of your thighs and without his support, you sink down his back sluggishly, hands still tangled around his neck. He's turning quickly, his hands seeking out to tug you closer. They slide up along your jaw, cupping it sweetly. "Can't kiss you when you're back there, c'mere,"

It's maddening, the way he kisses you. Plush lips capture yours, soft and sweet, his fingers creeping along your jawline. His fingertips slide into your hair, tightening to pull you even closer.

When he pulls back, his pink cheeks give away his delight. You beat him to the punch on his own spiel. A frown knits together your brows as you reach up to hold his face, palms to his blushing cheeks.

"Hold on," You say. Steve's face flickers with concern. You turn his face in your hand, side to side, just an inch. "I thought we agreed you weren't going to get any prettier?"

Steve's cheeks darken from pink to crimson and try as he might, he can't hide his giddy smile with you holding his face between your hands.

"Stop," he chuckles, rolling his eyes lightheartedly. You shake your head and try to deepen your frown; your smile peeks through.

"I'm serious, Steven—"

"—Not my real name—"

"—I thought you were gonna tone it down, pretty boy. " You pout, reaching up to dot a peck on his nose. Steve looks at you unbearably soft, his grip growing slack as you continue with a grave nod. "You're doing a number on my heart."

"You're being dramatic." Steve says and it makes you grin wider.

"You love it."

It only takes one disgusted bleh! from Robin, who witnessed most of your strangely heartwarming reunion, to send Steve home early. Steve doesn't push his luck, just sheds his vest and blows a kiss to her as he leads the way out the door. You call your thanks over your shoulder, hands on Steve's shoulders, ushering him with a quick little go-go-go!

He doesn't ask why you're in any kind of hurry. There's no need to ask. When your back into your apartment, the door snicking shut behind you, you're upon him. Hands pressed against his chest like a panther sinking its claw into its prey.

Your lips find his skin, hot and heavy kisses along his neck and you can feel the way he pulls you close, pressing you up against him. You can already feel the shape of his hardness against your thigh. Desire flares hot in your tummy.

Steve huffs a breathy laugh, "Always against the door, huh?"

"Can't help it," you whine between your kisses. You give his neck a little nip, then soothe it sweetly with your tongue, basking in the sigh Steve gives. "Missed you."

"I-" He inhales sharply when your teeth scrape in just the right way. "Fuck, I missed you too, honey."

Your hand creeps on his chest, traveling down, down, til you can feel the waistband on his jeans — and then you keep going, fingers wrapping around the shape of him. Steve gives a soft groan, his hips pushing forward in your hand.

"Can I show you?" You say, putting on that sweet voice that just kills Steve every time. Peering up at him through your lashes, you watch his breath catch and his cheeks stay that glorious ruby red colour. "Will you let me show you how much I missed you, Stevie?"

You pair your words with a soft rub of his cock and Steve moans softly, eyes screwing shut. You're already sinking to your knees by the time he's remembering you've asked him a question. "Yes, yes, please, yes, you can."

The zipper scrapes audibly as you pull it down, shuffling clothes enough just to free his cock. Your mouth salivates just a little at seeing it again, even if you had only been gone for a total of three days. It's already leaking for you.

"Oh," you say softly, your hand wrapping around the girth of him. You move slowly, gently, thumb coming up to rub over his slit and spread his precum. A string of curses and moans escape Steve's throat. His hands clench tightly at his side. "So hard for me already?"

You're teasing him, just a bit. It works exactly as you planned — Steve shivers, his cock giving a little twitch in your hand. His voice sounds strained already when he speaks, "Didn't —ah— didn't touch myself when you- you were gone."

Surprise blooms in your chest and sets a fire in your belly, thinking of him waiting for you when you were away. Determination licks at its heels. You give his cock a more purposeful squeeze, adoring how he whines in response and lean up and give the tip a kiss, then a soft lick.

He moans again, raspy and long as you wrap your lips around it, your mouth hot and wet and perfect. You drool on his cock, letting yourself get it soaked as you suck on it gently — not taking him as far as you can. Teasing. Steve’s breathing is beginning to sound jagged, little whiny noises seeping into every breath.

You pull off with a slurp and use the slickness of your saliva to jerk him, your hand twisting perfectly on his cock to pull the most sweet and pathetic little noises out of your boyfriend. Your pace is nearly cruel how slow it is. Steve doesn't even dare complain, especially not when you whisper his name so he opens his eyes— and he sees you looking at up him from your knees. Beautiful.

"S’missed you so much," you say again, rubbing over his slit as you do, and Steve feels that familiar flare of heat in his cheeks as he chokes out a whine. You nuzzle against his cock, soft lips giving the smallest of kitten licks to the head of it and Steve can’t help it, he keens, giving a loud whimper. His lust is equally entangled with adoration.

"Missed this cock too," you say, beginning to pump your hand a little faster. Steve’s breath catches. "Missed hearing all the noises you make when you cum, Stevie— y'gonna let me hear them again?"

"Yeah," He whines loudly, hips chasing your grip, fucking his cock into warm, wet hand. It feels fucking amazing. Pleasure claws at his chest, rising rapidly.

He doesn’t even sound like himself as the next string of words pours from his mouth, all high and breathy— he must be so wound up from being away from you, "Yes, yes, gonna- fuck, gonna give you anything— anything you want."

Slowing your hand, there's only a moment for Steve to whimper before you take him back in your mouth and start sucking, cheeks hollowing. Your hand on his cock trails up, giving a soft rake of nails along his thighs before giving a soft rub on his balls.

Steve shudders violently, a gaspy moan warbling out his chest and the only warning you get is his hushed whimpery whispers of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," before he's spilling down your throat with a loud moan.

It drips from your mouth as you pull off, giving yourself some air as you take in the state of your boyfriend. It makes your feel down right carnal the way his looks slumped against the door, cheeks still coloured pink and pleasure written all over him.

You give him a minute before taking his softening cock back in your mouth, soft slow motions — Steve seizes up and whimpers loudly, hands reaching to pull you off him.

"Sensitive, christ," He pants a bit, gazing down at you. "S'too much, sweetheart."

You pout, turning to give his palm a little peck and give a little huff, then repeat your words from earlier. "Just missed you, baby. Won't you let me show you how much I missed you?"

Before you, Steve's cock twitches. You smile. It's going to be a long night.

#have.... this <3 #i would indeed like to pin that man to a door let him know i missed him and then give him a blowie that melts his brain #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x gn reader smut #steve harrington x gn reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #wait this actually starts off with fluff #lol in that case i will not be surprised if she flops #ah well! tehe

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lilgxxn · 8 months

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Warnings: 18+, NSFW! minors away!!

Contents: sub! jude, exp! reader, F! reader, bj, cowgirl

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

There he was. His eyes were rolled back, your hand over his mouth, covering his loud moans and groans. Jude couldn’t hold back when you rode him so well.

He felt his dick twitch inside of you, his hips jerking, causing you to moan even louder. Jude’s eyes could barely keep open with the pleasure you were giving him. You bounced up and down, taking his dick in and out of your wet pussy. You could feel his precum leak inside of you as you clenched around him. You looked back down to see him with his eyes completely shut, whining about how good it felt.

You still had your hand over his mouth. Something about him falling apart in front of you turned you on so much.. Jude was so quick to submit to you, given you were older and more experienced. Meanwhile he’s drunk on your pussy on the 1st round. You sped up your hips in hopes that your release would come quicker when Jude suddenly moved his hand to meet your pussy.

He began rubbing messily around your clit, making you moan and remove your hand from his mouth. That was it, you’ve had enough. You rode him even faster, causing his hand to move to your ass and his eyes to roll back. In seconds you came, everything going white.

You moaned out at the sight in front of you once your orgasm had finished.. Jude was so close. His mouth wide open, his gasps luring you on.

Now you loved your fling with Jude, but did you want a baby? no. Did you want to make him cum? yes.

You slid out of him, earning a moan. You positioned yourself in between his legs. His breathing hitched. You gave his tip kitten licks knowing how crazy it drove him. Jude was so sensitive. With no mercy, you jerked him until he came. His eyes rolled back, only noises he was making was moans and whispers of your name.

Thanks for reading!! I’m an inconsistent writer lol, sorry if this was short!

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #smut #football smut #football imagine #blowie #cowgirl #female reader #trent alexander arnold #kylian mbappe #kylian imagines #jude bellingham imagine #Spotify

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gallabitch73 · 3 months

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Thank you to @michellemisfit for the prompt! Long live @galladrabbles !!!

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Galladrabbles: “Cold” Shower

It had been a long day and the temp was sweltering outside. Ian was glad to get home to a nice, cold shower. He closed his eyes as he thought about the argument he’d had with Mickey earlier that day.

“Stupid Milkovich!” He said as water streamed down his body, washing away the day’s stress with it.

His words didn’t really carry any weight. If he was honest with himself, he couldn’t even remember why they argued and he definitely wasn’t mad anymore.

He felt the gentle scrape of teeth and heard a wet, mumbled, “Stupid Gallagher.”

Cold shower, indeed.

#galladrabbles #shower blowie #shameless us #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavichlove #ian and mickey #mickey and ian #ian x mickey

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divineprovidence20 · 1 year

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#disco elysium #jean vicquemare #kim kitsuragi #this is what backgrounds look like when you have adhd #you can’t convince me Kim doesn’t get off on having secret blowies at work #de #de fanart #fanart #kimjean

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grimesgirll · 2 months

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sometimes you loathed sleeping in the middle just for the difficulty getting out of bed. if you were sandwiched between rick and daryl, then you had to peel their arms off - if you could manage to shrug off rick - and scootch to the end of the bed, using your arms even to bring yourself forward without making too much of a commotion.

“where’re you goin’, sweetheart?”

“bathroom.”

you send him a smile and peel his arm off once again to push off the bed and pad over to the en suite.

he’s all over you once you return to the bed and crawl on hands and knees back to your spot. before your head hits the pillow, rick’s hands are on you and wrapping around to lock you into his embrace.

rick needs you to sleep. you’re his soft, pliable paperweight. it’s just something you’ve picked up about the man. being the number one person he wanted in his arms flattered you. however, you weren’t prepared for how often rick took advantage of this access.

you’re choking back sweet moans once his two fingers breach your walls. you want to be shocked at the forwardness but rick knows you too well. instead, you’re grinding your hips back into him.

“you’re getting me all flustered again,” you mumble.

rick picks up the pace. “what? you don’t wanna cum all over my fingers before you go to bed?”

you nearly double into daryl hearing the sheriff’s words. “yes!”

“man, you’re keepin’ her up.”

rick clicks his tongue. “i don’t see her complainin’.”

you want to chime in with some smart comment but you’re too busy getting rick’s thick fingers jammed up your pussy.

“i don’t think you’ll be complainin soon enough.” rick remarks playfully to the other man. he lowers his lips to your ear. “wanna help us all sleep better, sweetheart?”

you shake your head sure.

next thing you know you’re on your hands and knees facing daryl. a hand in your hair guides you to his clothed cock.

“why don’t you show daryl how much you like us keepin’ you up?”

daryl sends you a look like he feels guilty that you’re freeing his pants instead of soundly sleeping but any remorse is gone once you flick your tongue against the side of his shaft.

rick lining himself up and subsequently knocking the wind out of you with a rocky thrust drives you right down daryl’s dick. you gag and daryl nearly jumps out of bed at the sudden feeling.

you feel like you’re being split open with rick ramming into you from behind. every thrust bounces you further up and down daryl’s cock. his hands find your braids. you braided your hair at night to lock in moisture not that rick didn’t love tugging on them so hard they unraveled.

stuffed to the hilt with cock, you’re finding it hard to think about anything else than the men pistoning you between them. all to sleep better. god knows they needed it though. the weight atlas had on his shoulders was nothing compared to what rick and daryl were saddled with.

at the very least, you could offer your ever accommodating pussy. it wouldn’t solve all of their problems but you could help.

and when they take such good care of you, how can you refuse?

circling back to your pleasure, rick reaches down to linger a finger or two strategically against your clit. you know it won’t be long for you once he maintains the same excruciating pace he liked to subject you to in order to get you coming twice on his cock; once to get started and once to finish him off.

after that, daryl would cum down your throat and bring you in for a heated kiss, nearly forcing you back into rick- still inside of you. eventually, rick’s pulling out to grab a soft towel to clean you off with while daryl lifts your hips for you so you can focus on his tongue between your teeth.

rick will bring over your favorite oversized sweatshirt of his to drown in. then you’ll be back, hugged to his chest.

daryl eventually rolls closer so you can lay your head on his chest. the position may require some reconfiguring as the night goes on but they’ll probably just shift you in your sleep so you don’t worry about it.

it won’t be long again until you’re waking up feeling needy or they are or you’re met with something hard beside you.

and this is why you love sleeping in the middle.

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shroomje · 1 year

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The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley, Part Two

Warnings: NSFW, kinda bottom Simon, not rlly a bottom hes just simpy and in love, mentions of being shot, mentions of murder,

Themes: Simon Whimpers, blowjobs, dirty talk(sorta), flashback,

Eight months ago

Nobody knew how it had happened, just that it did. Somehow, some way, Ghost had survived being shot close to twelve times in the head alone.

Nobody knew except Simon himself, who knew it was the work of a meddling woman who had decided that someone as pretty as simon deserved to have his life.

It didn't take long for them to fall in love after that or for some of their emotions to cross, like an aphrodisiac, just by smelling her strange lavender-honey scent, or feeling her warm embrace, even when shes not there, he gets, for a lack of a betted phrase, incredibly horny.

Take tonight as an example. He had taken care of himself four times already, but he could still smell her longing, ao it never went away.

"Need some help, sweet boy?"

Simon was startled, he hadnt noticed the girl now sitting on his bed, and be tried to cover up with a pillow, hut with a flick of the girls finger, the pillow was flung to the other side of the room.

She was dressed in nearly nothing, simply a very sheer red one piece, with a silky red ribbon across the waist and lace trim. There were also red lace butterflies and flora embroidered in the material.

Red is his favourite colour.

"Tell me what you want, Simon." His head lolled back as she crawled closer to him, her blue eyes staring at his in a doe-like way.

"Fuck. Please, angel, please help me." She smirked, leaning down to kiss his cockhead gently, before taking him in her mouth and sucking down, causing a low moan to sound our of him, followed by a whimper.

"I'll take care of you, just let me love you, good boy."

She was too good at this, he was ready to pop again within a couple minutes, he started extending his hands to grab on her hair but she stopped.

"You can hold, but no pulling or tugging, got it?" He nodded. "I'll stop if you tug."

She continued, and his hand rested in her head, petting her hair gently, completely lost in pleasure.

Of course, he had gotten head before, but not in a while, not since he had been in the military.

But this, this was so much different. The room was filled with Simons moans and whimpers.

Simons cock started twitching, signaling he was close. He was about to pull away, but she hit his hand away so she could continue.

He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it completely, looking up at him with the eyes of a siren.

"Good job, sweet boy." She rubbed her hands over his chest, using her nails to cut through his cotton shirt and take it off of him before kissing him on the lips and laying him on her chest.

They fell asleep like that, him naked and on her chest and her in her pretty little one piece and playing with his hair, her blue hands contrasting with his pale skin.

Gods she had to be an angel.

Heyy how was it?

What do you all think She is?

Part 3 (set in the present) coming soon?

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fluffywigglesworth · 1 year

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Paul "Prick-Tease" Landers

#how could you paul?!?#your husband's clearly gagging for it #well someone's not getting a blowy tonight #paul landers #richard kruspe #paulchard #rammstein

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everythingcanadian · 9 days

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Marvey: Intimate in the Shower

Marvey Lemons/nsf(t) under the cut but first stage setting:

They get back from the office, Mike took his bike that morning and then wanted to ride around for a bit before coming home. So when he gets back he's sweaty, a bit tired, and not hungry yet.

Harvey has dinner in the oven, indulgent tonight with baked chicken thighs in sauce in an oven safe pot, and baked cheesy potatoes. It'll be a while before it's ready. He sees Mike cross their condo to go have a shower.

Harvey has been wanting to make his puppy feel good all day. He got woken up with kisses and a quick but good blow job. He's going to return the favor. And is quickly shucking his own clothing and dumping it into the laundry basket in their bedroom so he can join his man.

Mike is surprised, but welcoming when Harvey opens and enters the shower, is even more surprised when he gets pressed back into the cold tile. And he groans when Harvey sinks to his knees on the shower floor even though it has to hurt.

"Harvey, at least let me wash first. Im all sweaty."

"Good. That means it's all you. Love it when you smell and taste musky. And now is the perfect time." That perfectly boyish smile comes out to play just as Harvy leans in to lap and kiss at Mike's hip and thigh and inward to his groin.

Mike is plumping up under Harvey's hot mouth and sucking kisses. Going from a little hard with riding his bike and getting his blood pumping to almost entirely solid from Harvey nuzzling and nudging and kissing his way over and around Mikes cock.

The moan Mike lets out is loud. It's taken him a while to stop biting back his sounds. To let his noises come through. They're the only ones in this condo suite. No roommates. No neighbours against the walls. He can cry out Harvey's name over and over in passion, and nothing can be done about it unless Harvey shuts him up himself.

Instead, Harvey takes Mike in hand and jerks him off a couple times before placing the rosy red head at his lips, kissing and licking at the frenulem. Lightly suckling there and getting Mike to gasp breathlessly and strain silent with it.

When Mike is fully looking down at Harvey, once he's shut the shower off, not wanting to be the dick to waste water, Harvey finally takes him into his mouth. Hand at the root of his cock and those lips stretched around him, big brown eyes looking up with such lust and love it takes Mike's breath away. The light wet sounds are amplified by the walls and glass of the large shower. Harvey makes it obscene on purpose, opening his mouth that has threads of drool already, attatched to Mike's erection, and moaning as he laves and licks over the crown. Tonguing into the slit and gathering the precum starting to spit out every so often.

Harvey pants through his nose when he does take Mike down as far as he can. Can't quite take him all. He has a gag reflex that he wishes didnt exist but it's alright. He knows how to use what he can. And Mike's thighs tremble when he uses his hand along with his mouth, getting what his mouth can't.

Mike is workout sweat, day sweat, their laundry detergent, and precum and Mike. Harvey loves it all. Closes his eyes momentarily to savour it. He feels Mike rock his hips lazily with it, chasing his mouth. He let's Mike have that for a bit, holds his milky thighs with strong hands, and opens his mouth a little from the tight ring he had made. He gags a little and it tickles a lot but he tries to relax for Mike. Successful for a few thrusts as he concentrates with a furrowed brow. But eventually his throat wins out and he has to press Mike's hips back into the tiled wall. That has Mike mewling and grunting.

"Harv, please." Is the magic words to him. He keeps Mike pinned with a rough touch and bobs his head at his own pace and depth for Mike to feel, eyes gone from sunny to hungry. A challenge and a need at the same time. He wants Mike to spill into his mouth. He just gets his thumb over to the middle of Mike's waist to trace the prominent vein that leads from belly to the base of his cock, thumbing at the now throbbing root of it and bringing his hand down to cup and massage Mike's balls. Pat them softly before pressing up with his palm.

Mike howls with it. Loves it. Brings his hand down from where he had it braced against the wall to Harvey's hair and threads into it. Not to pull but to keep there in support and love. Mike had found out Harvey loves being told how hes doing. Loves to know he's pleasing his partner. And this little thing means so much. A connection.

Harvey finally goes for it, licks and sucks and moves his hand to Mike's shaft again to stroke while he does. He gets a bit of a warning, a soft tug in his hair and his name brokenly moaned into their bathroom. He feels the slight swelling of Mike's cock and then feels the snap of his orgasm coming when the delicate flesh starts to throb and pulse under his touch and mouth. Precum gives way to cum and Harvey is swallowing and sucking as best as he can. The taste could be better, but him giving a blow job is not about that. It's about seeing and hearing Mike fall apart for him after a long day. About him getting on his knees to service his lover, his partner. About Harveys oral fixation being satisfied for the moment. The intimacies of being like this when usually it's reversed. Their trust in each other to not go too far and to tell each other when it is. And Harvey stays with Mike until hes shivery and whining at it being too much. Harvey keeps suckling and kissing and cleans Mike's cock of his end until he's going soft and is actively pushing Harvey away.

Just before standing, while Mike pets through his hair, Harvey kisses the still somewhat plump root of Mike's soft dick while looking up at him. Pulling away to smile and lick his lips and feel the warmth radiate off of Mike in droves with unsaid praise that will be verbal once his brain comes back from orbit. For now Harvey is content to press his forehead to Mike's sticky-tacky hip and rest for a moment until he's given a choice on what he'd like in return. If he even wants it.

#marvey #otp: marvey #lemons #fic #suits tv #my fic #im wet #loving and intimate blowies

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onboardsorasora · 7 months

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7. Made out while in costume at a Halloween Party (I feel like you’d have fun with this one 😈)

Hi Isabeellllll! You're right, I did have fun playing around with this. I have no clue if it is any good or makes sense though 🤣🤞🤞

cw: smut

Max glared across the room at Charles who was giggling merrily and hanging off of Carlos' arms. Lando was there too, very unhappily if his skull painted pout was anything to go by.

He was supposed to be a skeleton he had said, he and Carlos were supposed to match. But when Carlos had walked in as the perfect Wario to Charles' Daisy– well let's say the pout was a step up from the murderous look from before.

It didn't matter because Max was still annoyed at Charles. They were having a joint birthday party this year in Texas and it was Charles' idea that they have a Halloween themed costume party.

That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Charles wanted to be in charge of the costumes— and Max, like an idiot, let him. He truly only had himself to blame. Really he did. But he would still blame Charles. Because it made him feel better.

He flounced to the bar, ignoring the flutter of his skirts as he did so. His crown kept shifting atop his head but so far it hasn't fallen all the way off. He wished it were on a hat or something so he could keep track of it. You can't be Princess Peach without a crown, or so Charles had said when Max threatened to chuck it.

The bartender handed him his gin and tonic and Max took a grateful sip.

"Oh Maxy, Maxy, Maxy." The sultry growl made goosebumps rise on Max's glove covered arms.

Max glanced behind him to see Daniel in his usual skinny jeans, band tee and flannel. He also had wolf claws and ears and fur sticking out in random places. But it was the look in his eyes that truly had Max shivering. It was… predatory.

"Hi Daniel. Do you want a drink?" Max asked, proud that his voice didn't shake or crack.

Daniel stepped forward and crowded into his space. He ran his nose along the slope of Max's neck behind his ear. Max felt some of the fake fur tickle his skin.

"Daniel?" Max breathed out. He could hear the chatter of the party around them, as drivers got drunker and rowdier. They were at the bar at the back of the room, tucked out of the way, which is probably why Daniel felt brazen enough to do this.

"I'll have a beer, and a shot of tequila Maxy." He spoke lowly into Max's ear. Max nodded stiffly and called over the bartender who was making himself as invisible as possible. The drinks came quickly and Max handed the shot glass to Daniel who—

Daniel bent and grasped the shot glass with his lips, brushing teasingly along Max's fingers as he went. He broke eye contact only when he tipped his head backwards to swallow the liquor. Max numbly accepted the empty glass again and handed over the full bottle of beer. He swallowed the lump in his throat and licked his lips.

Max wondered what Daniel was up to, they were– they hadn't– in a while. Not since before Zandvoort when Daniel got injured. But he'd been back on the grid since Qatar but they hadn't— Daniel was busier now than he was before the summer break. That's what Max told himself, why they hadn't met up. Why Daniel hadn't invited him over.

"What are you supposed to be?" Max found himself asking. He sipped some of his forgotten drink, his throat was parched.

Daniel smiled wolfishly, it was the only way to explain it. "Me, Pierre and Hulk are a big bad wolf pack."

Max looked around the hairy man to glimpse other equally hairy men in the room. "Clever."

"You look good enough to eat." Daniel's voice dipped again and Max felt a blush bloom as he watched Daniel look him up and down pointedly. Max felt his spine stiffen a little, as ridiculous as the outfit was, he still thought he looked good when he put it on. The pink suited him and the cut of the top showed off his shoulders and chest. Clearly Daniel liked it as well, an added bonus.

Daniel grabbed Max's hand and pulled him out of the room. They found an empty office and Daniel wasted no time in pressing Max up against the wall and pressed their lips together in a filthy kiss. Daniel pressed his palm into Max's chest, cupping a tit under the sweetheart neckline.

"But Daniel…what big teeth you have." Max's breath hitched as Daniel mouthed at his exposed neck. He moaned and tilted his head backwards ignoring the ting of his crown hitting the floor.

"All the better to crawl under that dress and eat you whole… my dear." Daniel braced his knee between Max's thighs and swallowed his whimper. He licked into Max's mouth and groaned.

"Daniel— please."

Daniel slid to his knees and draped the fabric over his head to envelope himself in Max's scent. Daniel grinned, running his hands up naked legs, and squeezing his thick thigh. He saw Max's knees buckle and pressed his nose against his brief covered erection to help steady him.

Max whined above him and Daniel mouthed at his cock and balls. He only teased for a little longer before dragging Max's briefs down and enveloped his cock with his hot mouth. Pressing his nose into Max's pubes and inhaling deeply then exhaling in a drawn out hum.

Max made a strangled moan above him and Daniel got to work, sucking greedily at Max's weeping dick groaning at the taste of his pre come on his tongue. it truly didn't take long, not with how worked up Max had been, and soon he was coming down Daniel's throat, cupping the crown of his head through the skirts.

Daniel cleaned Max up and stood, pulling the voluminous fabric from around him. Max watched him, dazed and smiling.

"Let me–"

"No Maxy" Daniel kissed him soundly, licking the freckle on his lip for good measure. "I'm going to come all over you after I rip this dress off of you. Yeah?" Daniel watched as the words registered with another wolfish grin.

#i really just wanted to write Daniel going up Max's dress to give him a blowie...#and then they go and truly fuck nasty. Max realizes he might have a werewolf kink after this #max/daniel #asks #maxiel #answered #tumblr prompts #writing prompts #rizzstappen

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