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19crimes · 12 days
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thinking about richie moaning and praising reader while giving him head, ESPECIALLY if it was a hard day like oh my god 🫠
okay but this is SO real???
because I know for a fact that man cannot keep his mouth shut while you’re going down on him (or any other time, let’s be real).
he never needs a reason to have his cock sucked by you but the experience just hits different when he’s coming off a shitty day with shitty customers who’ve treated him like shit and Carmen in one of his fucking moods poisoning the whole kitchen. on those days, where his spirit and shoulders feel crushed by the immense weight of the restaurant, he can’t wait to come home. he grips your face in his hands, kissing you with a hunger that makes you shiver, and you’re familiar enough with him to know what he wants.
By the time he comes out of the shower (he insists on it, needs to get the fuck out of his suit and wash the restaurant off him), you’re sat on the edge of your bed, nipples pebbling through your tank top. you watch him approach, the faded blue towel dangerously low, just enough to expose the gentle v of his hips and the delectable trail of hair that disappears under it. he relishes the way you look at him, like he’s a delectable treat and you’re just starving for a bite. the chain around his neck glints in the lamp light, droplets of water still clinging to the gold.
he cups your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of his gratitude that you let him use you this way.
and then the towel is on the floor and his cock is right in front of your face and you feel like you might combust if you don’t get him in your mouth right this instant. you settle for a gentle lick along the tip, looking up at him as you do it. the groan he lets out is music to your ears, big blue eyes watching you eagerly.
and listen? then it just gets straight up nasty. Richie knows what he wants and he knows he can take it, knows you can take it. he’s rocking his hips, his cock so far down your throat you can’t quite breathe and you love it, love listening to him praise you while you work on his cock.
“you look fuckin’ beautiful like this, you know that? F’course you know that, my pretty baby.”
“that’s it, you’re such a good girl for me, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good around my cock, look at you takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ…”
“you live for this don’t you, daddy’s little slut? such a perfect little slut just for me.”
and the moans?? The sounds that escape from his mouth are downright filthy, guttural groans that sound like they’re being dragged from the depths of his soul.
i feel like your neighbours for sure hate you bc this man cannot shut tf up when he’s getting his dick wet!!!!
also when he’s about to cum he gets you lie back on the bed, pulls your panties aside and shoves his cock inside your pussy. Barely gets the swollen tip in before he’s cumming, biting down hard on your shoulder to muffle the shout of pleasure that leaves his body <3
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justlulu · 1 year
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Behind your back
<Put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.>
Pairing: Luca Changretta x Shelbey!sister
Warnings: manipulation, use of gun (kind of?), smut
Anon asked: “LUCA X SHELBY SISTER SMUT PLEASEEEE just imagine youngest shelby sister oc sneaking behind her brothers back to fuck the enemy ugh perfect.”
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When you’re lucid, you suspect Luca doesn’t even like you, and that he’s doing it just to spit it in Tommy’s face at the right moment.
He’s arrogant, proud and selfish by nature, but this has a stronger meaning. It almost feels like fucking thy enemy himself, and it gives him a rush he doesn’t want to give up on.
When you look at him, moaning so sweetly for him, clenching down on his cock in a grip so tight you almost push him out, chanting his name like a prayer, with those eyes that are Tommy’s eyes, he sees a triumph.
Even if he looses, he’s won, because he’s quite literally taken a Shelby, and the most precious of them all. Undressing you satisfies him more than pulling the trigger on his worst enemy. And what makes his chest burst with pride is that you let him, and not just that. You wait for him, kiss him, want him; you press your naked body on his still clothed one, rub and purr on him like a kitten begging for attention. He gets hard instantly.
He sees right through your needs, and uses them right.
But even if that’s true, would you be able to get away?
He has something about him that fascinates you, but you can’t quite grasp what it is.
Is it just the looks? There is no denying he is not a man you can glance at once and forget. Is it the fine clothes? Probably the hair, or the way he walks like he owns every street.
He touches you like he owns you, too. You turn putty in his hands as his fingers play with your body, drawing imaginary masterpieces of art all over your skin, pinching your tender nipples hard enough to watch you frown and whimper. Some things almost hurt, but you never refuse him. He loves how you accept the pain and the pleasure, as long as he is the giver. You will simply lay there and mewl as he rubs, stretches and sucks, a smug grin on his lips as he watches you arch and contort under his ministrations.
He loves to look at your face while he takes you, but sometimes he maneuvers your limbs and has you on your hands and knees. And when he does, he will occasionally provide a few strikes on your buttocks, which make you startle and cause a sting and a redness that will remain for a couple of days. You find it exiting, and even if you didn’t, you would not protest but wait anxiously for him to soothe you as he holds you in his arms later.
Some things, you don’t understand; like the time he talked about wanting to take all of your holes, and you were perplexed until one of his long fingers slid between your cheeks and poked at your asshole, making you gasp at the suggestion. He doesn’t pressure you into it, not directly at least, but he’s noticeably more affectionate when he talks you through it.
He loves showing you things you never knew, his perverse thoughts enjoy the idea of him initiating a young soul into the world.
He corrupted you. You are too blind to see it yourself, but for an outside spectator it is clear as day. He saw a sweet, innocent girl, put a cock in her mouth and a gun in her hand.
He wouldn’t let you pull the trigger when you first asked him, said it was too dangerous and not made for you, and that was a thought he shared with all of your brothers. The only one, as the rest of his thoughts about you required you being stark naked and very much close to his penis.
But he accepted letting you hold his personal gun without shooting, and after secretly unloading it. You sit on his bed giggling and he sits behind you; legs still entangled and partially covered by the white sheets, you let him adjust your posture and maneuver your fingers around the handle. His hands cover yours, and so you take your aim like that, with his chin resting on your shoulder, your arms slightly trembling at the weight of the weapon.
A perverse thought crosses his mind. He lowers his arms, yours inevitably following, and proceeds slipping the piece of iron from your grasp and letting it travel on your front, until it reaches your throat and points up to raise your chin towards him. He smirks when you don’t move.
How he wishes his enemy could see it, the way you lay so comfortably in his arms, letting his hand roam freely on your pliant body and squeeze your breasts before traveling between your legs, even widening them for him before he’s reached the spot to grant him an easier access, all while his other hand traces your face with a deathly object.
You’re not afraid. He doesn’t even know if you should be, because yes, your name is still on his list, but he shivers at the thought.
He looks at your sleeping form, your body still hot and sweaty from your activities, but peaceful. He touches your lips, and an image of your face, blue lips, pale and cold, flashes before his eyes.
You don’t wake up as he takes you in his arms and holds you close, nor when his lips press on your forehead and then the tip of your nose. Your complete trust in him evokes a sudden urge to protect, to care, to earn it. It’s pure, and so sincere it makes him want to cry.
He sighs. He’s gotta go over his plan.
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A./N. Literally my first request. I realized there’s absolutely no dialogue when I finished it, but I’m gonna post it anyway otherwise it will take another month lol. I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you asked for (whoever you is), hope you can enjoy still!💕
xoxo- L
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b3ans0up · 1 year
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YALL HEAR SOMETHING PURRING 🐱🐱🐱!!
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cevansswhore · 2 years
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˗ˏˋ chris evans + characters 'ˎ˗
steve rogers
captain’s legacy -  @onsunnyside
alpha steve 
daddy kink
dub-con
possive
size kink
a few good reasons - @angrythingstarlight
mafia steve x innocent reader
nickname / petname: dove
slip of the tongue - @inklore
dom steve
had no need to fight - @howdoyousleep3
alpha steve
size kink
daddy linl
virgin reader
say it again - @luxeavenger
daddy kink
nomad steve
you really wanna do this now? - @luxeavenger
mafia/mob boss steve
thigh riding
love on the brain - @imaginedreamwrite
alpha bucky
alpha steve
alpha ari
alpha andy
method acting (series masterlist) - @kinanabinks
frat steve
fluff
smut
angst
thigh riding at some point
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andy barber
cruel world - @nsfwsebbie
dark andy
dubcon
daddy kink / age gap
collide - @avintagekiss24
alpha andy
a/b/o
all wrongs do me right - @howdoyousleep3
daddy kink
possessive
dom / cocky andy
love on the brain - @imaginedreamwrite
alpha bucky
alpha steve
alpha ari
alpha andy
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chris evans
good girl - @writersblog20
daddy kink
dom chris
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ransom drysdale
big bad wolf - @nsfwsebbie
daddy kink + semi age gap
size kink
innocence kink
dark ransom
best friend ransom
virgin reader
the last time - @sunshinebuckybarnes
daddy kink
hook up trope
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ari levinson
bad news, good ideas - @anika-ann
thigh riding
dom ari
workplace au
love on the brain - @imaginedreamwrite
alpha bucky
alpha steve
alpha ari
alpha andy
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neonponders · 2 years
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Just thinkin’ about rich heir Steve paying Billy to play Daddy™ ~
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Steve lay on his stomach, sound asleep and slow to rise as Billy raked his fingers through that silken, dark hair. His sleepy, breathy moans were somehow cute and sexy at the same time.
Eventually he does manage to roll onto his side, only to catch Billy’s hand. He knows Billy by the smell of his skin, the girth of his palm and the shape of his fingers. “Daddy?”
“I’m on my way out, baby,” he purred, hypocritically starting a trail down Steve’s bare spine with his lips. Billy knew he was naked all the way down, but it was pretty how the covers lay rumpled like a painting over his waist.
“Y’smell good.”
Quiet, bubbly laughter breaks from him, genuinely caught by surprise. “Do you like me better before or after a shower?”
Steve did not answer immediately. Maybe he was thinking about it. Maybe he was still half asleep and deliberating on how much to be a brat. “Both.”
“Brat,” Billy exhaled into the hair on his nape. Steve grinned dopily and trembled like he’d been tickled.
Then he shifted over the mattress, Egyptian cotton sheet pulling as he placed himself on Billy’s lap, hugging around his middle. A hand buried in those coffee tresses, holding him close and petting fondly...
Like a beast resting against his soft belly, Billy felt vulnerable. Teeth too close.
When does my shift end? he couldn’t help but wonder. When he was out the door, perhaps, because it didn’t end on Steve’s lips. In Steve’s shower. In Steve’s bed.
Steve whined a little when that grip tightened, holding enough hair to not hurt but still to move him enough to look up at Billy. Steve was awake now. It was a fine line between his pain and his pleasure, and Billy was still learning its topography. “I gotta go.”
“Will you come back?” He asks it quietly, almost lost on Billy’s ear.
It’s not lost on him how that’s been Steve’s way of deciding whether or not he’s okay with something. Will you come back? Then I can tolerate it now. If you come back.
“You know my number,” he promised, loosening his grip and holding his head in both hands. Steve climbs up him for a kiss. His lips are soft with sleep and breath stale. Billy’s are firm from already brushing his teeth and his breath sweet.
He pinched Steve’s chin to end the kiss. Steve fell once more onto the pillows, thrown there like another painting, his giddy smile faltering when Billy chased after him for a last peck on the lips. He left the bed with Steve’s fingers dragging over his shirt, teasing at a grip, failing to hold on.
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roanniom · 1 year
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i feel like eddie is aware of his daddy kink and is like, cocky about it, but steve is the type to do all that super caring day-to-day shit (driving you around, making sure you wear a sweater when it’s cold, telling you to call him to pick you up when your drunk etc. etc.) without even realising that’s something he’s into (he definitely is). like, if it slips out around him or you raise it or something, it’s like an oh shit, lightbulb moment for him
Ooooo this is fun insight.
So like with Eddie it’s just a fun sexual thing that he likes to hop in and out of. Super hot and low stakes.
For Steve, he is daddy. Just a casual light dominance that bleeds into everything he does. Ugh I love it. Make sure I’m walking on the inner part of the sidewalk and have your arm around me, Stevie
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impala-dreamer · 2 years
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Fun In The Sun - Sneak Peek
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~It’s a sunny day off and Jensen can’t resist you in your sundress…~
Jensen Ackles x Reader
1,656 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Daddy!Kink, Outdoor Play
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The backyard was lush, a few days late for a good mowing, and the emerald grass waved in the breeze as you bent to smell a flower.
Jensen sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and stared at your cunt, his dick growing hard in his jeans.
“Fuck, baby girl- you wear that just for me?”
His voice made you shiver and you turned to find him staring intensely, as if the rest of the world had fallen clear away.
“This old thing?” you teased, standing and spinning towards him so that the skirt flared out around your thighs. “Just something I pulled out of the back of the closet.”
Jensen smiled and clicked his tongue. “And no panties today?”
“Nope! No panties, Daddy,” you answered, cocking your head to the side and batting your eyes innocently. Your pigtails moved with the wind and the hair tickling your naked neck made you shiver. “You like?”
His eyes sparkled with lust and he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I love.”
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justlulu · 1 year
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Hear me out.
Men like short women, at least shorter than them. They also like a slim figure. They like smaller women in general.
I’ve heard looking up at a man to meet his eyes is a way of seduction, why? Because it makes you seem little, young, basically a child talking to an adult.
It’s twisted, and perverse and it feeds that concept of ‘Men have to take care of Women’ and ‘Women need Men’.
I’m a feminist, but when I write I shut my brain and become a whore, so this dynamic gets me hot.
All this words just to say I’m gonna make good use of this in my works.
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cevansswhore · 2 years
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fav fics masterlist
chris evans + characters
bucky barnes
frank castle
druig
henry cavill + characters 
henry cavill
greasy like a sex pig - @littlefreya
bulge riding 
henry’s personal stylist - @angrythingstarlight
dummies in love 
fluff fluff fluff 
matt murdock 
lingering - @someplace-darker
fluff
devilman - @novaresque
daddy kink
dom matt 
brat - @dilfdarling
matt x frank x reader 
age gaps 
slight angst/build up???
peter parker
truth or dare - @spideymarvelws
lap dance
frat /college peter
dom peter
3 words, 8 letters - @underoosparkers
frat peter
idiots in love
conrad fisher
chasing pavements - @lupinscupid
angst
miscommunication
bigbigbig thank you to all the beautiful, lovely, talented authors !! you guys are amazing at what you do and i’m so thankful you share your work with the rest of us <33
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profoundbondfanfic · 2 years
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can't believe im asking this and ik it's not everyone's thing but do you have any daddy kink recs/are you planning to rec any? I don't see it in the kink list so
I'm really sorry but none of the members have any fic recs that feature this kink. :( But if we ever review any fic with this kink we'll make sure to add the appropriate tag.
In the meantime, maybe some of our followers can suggest something?
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neonponders · 2 years
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Alternate Universe - Mob, Mafia Heir Steve Harrington, Sex Work, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Dom/sub Undertones, Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Protective Steve Harrington Series: Part 14 of Harringrove Tumblr Drabbles Summary:
Steve lay on his stomach, sound asleep and slow to rise as Billy raked his fingers through that silken, dark hair. His sleepy, breathy moans were somehow cute and sexy at the same time.
Eventually he does manage to roll onto his side, only to catch Billy’s hand. He knows Billy by the smell of his skin, the girth of his palm and the shape of his fingers. “Daddy?”
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