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your-nanas-house · 4 months

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more dark!tommy smut!!!! 🥹❤️🙏

Yup! Wasn't so sure if you wanted the same trope as the previous fics I wrote so I tried something else. 🥰

His fookin' wife

◇ Pairing: Dark!Tommy Shelby X wife!reader

◇ Warnings: heavy DUBCON, angst, Tommy being mean and a man of that period, MISOGYNY, arranged marriage, curses and violence, age gap (both off age).

◇ Summary: Tommy reminds his wife of her place.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Honestly... I hate the way I'm writing so I will apologise for my writing as well. Hope you enjoy 🙇🏼‍♀️.

All his thoughts came to an end as soon as she almost reached the front door.

His big calloused hands moved on their own grabbing quickly but firmly her waist from behind, so to pull her body back and grip her thighs tighly.

A deep inhale followed his actions, making the younger woman shiver as his warm breath brushed teasingly the shell of her ear.

Different emotions kept swirling inside of Tommy, his breath became heavier as his low and seductive voice interrupted the silence in the entrance to their house. Their... since it was hers as well, as soon as he put a ring around her finger three years ago, because of an arranged marriage.

The man could feel his wife's body tensing at his touch, but it just sent a shiver down his spine. His primal instincts kicking in fast, getting into him like a bullet.

"W-What are you doing?" Y/n's weak and panicked voice asked in a whisper, making a small smirk appear on his handsome face. His tongue dared out to wet his lips before he could place them on her neck, feeling her quick pulse against them.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He purred out, inhaling her scent before continuing to speak... his voice way lower and predatory than before. "I'm not going to let you leave the house until I'm finished with you, love—"

" —Or would you rather just leave and go and talk to those Italian lads again?" He mocked, anger and jealousy clear in his tone while his grip tightened at the mere movement of hers... causing the young woman to get even more scared of what was happening.

The prospect of being intimate with her arranged husband sounded... weird to her; he never acted like that with her, just once when he was drunk. Besides that night, their honeymoon of years before had been pretty much cold and calculated, he simply prepared her before stealing her virginity with a harsh thrust and little conversation.

No love or emotions besides lust present in that moment of their life.

The panic and fear made her try to escape his grip, just wanting to leave the house already to mind her own business and not discover this more carnal side of her man. A bad idea since Tommy reacted quickly, now holding her closer against his chest, his hips pressing harder against the soft curves of her covered ass while his cock reacted positively at the situation.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easily... There's no escaping me, darling. I'm going to keep you right here with me so there's no point in trying to free yourself." His low and threatening voice informed her before continuing after a soft growl caused by the wiggling of her body.

"I'm not going to let you leave unless I say so, and I'm going to keep you here all for myself, as your husband.... as your man."

It has been too long since he had been with his Y/n like that, and the fact that she was fighting him caused him to crave her even more. Her teasing and panicked movements were driving him crazy with lust, the way her curves kept pressing back against his front... brushing his now rock-hard cock just made the blue eyed man want to slam her against the nearest surface and take her like he was craving since a while.

Y/n was sweating cold, her heart beating crazily as her mind raced with lots of different thoughts... her body jolted again at his touch and he pressed her harshly against the cold front door of their house.

A breathy groan left the dark haired man's body as he pinned her against the wood, his hips now grinding against her ass... as his left hand held tightly her wrists together so that his free one could raise up the fabric of the dress she was wearing.

"Fucking hell, luv" Tommy cursed at the view of her exposed lower half, his hand colliding with her right ass cheek, making her whimper at the stingy sensation and whine when he knealed harshly her reddening skin.

"Missed your damn body" he added with a breathless growl, position his bulge between her legs as he pulled roughly her underwear up and leave place to his boner to rub on her butt, nudging her sacrum with each movement.

Y/n's body kept hitting softly the door as Tommy made her move with his tempo, his breath getting heavier and faster just like his thrusts.

His free hand, which had reached for her chest without success, moved now down her spine till his fingers could start to undo his belt and pants... sending a shock of fear in the young woman's body.

At the sound of the belt hitting the floor, her eyes widen and her feet moved on its own, stepping on Tommy's and catching him off guard for a couple of seconds. Allowing her to try to run away, heading quickly upstairs as he just watched her with a predatory smirk on his face... his hand picking up the belt from the ground before he rushed behind her.

"It's useless, I told you already... such a-fiesty-little-wife" Tommy spat with gritted teeth as his hand grabbed a firm hold on her ankle before pulling and making her fall down the stairs so that his body could be pin hers easily.

His broad chest now pressing against her small back as his hand pulled her hair so that her face was tilted towards him

"Don't you wanna be a good wife for your husband, luv?" The older man purred against her jaw, leaving wet kisses as his other hand traveled between her breasts to undo her dress and let easier access to her chest.

"I think we need to revise your duties as a wife and... as a woman.... my woman" Tommy spat out, before pressing her head against the moquette of the stairs, unbothered by the discomfort he was causing her by holding the soft skin of her cheek against that material.

His hold on her hair got tighter as his other hand traveled down, between her legs... moving skillfully aside her panties before thrusting one finger in while he circled roughly her clit.

His eyes closed and he groaned softly at the small thrusts of her hips cause by the jolts of pleasure he was giving her. All rubbing against his aching cock so well.

As Thomas opened his mouth again his tone was more dominating and demanding even if it was breathless

"Just like that... fuck" he cursed softly, opening his pants quickly to pull out his lenght and start grinding roughly against her lower back... his fingers still working their magic.

Y/n's whimpers and muffled cries didn't stopped his monologue after he started it. Telling her what she should have known already... how it was her duty as a wife to stay home, to keep the house in order for her husband. To listen to her husband and to be faithful to him. To support him in his business and to satisfy his needs whenever he wanted... since he was her husband.

Each point of the list was followed by a thrust of his hips and a soft groans of pleasure.

"You need to keep the home clean, to cook meals, and being faithful to your husband... you fookin'— need to look presentable and appealing at all times, making sure to be feminine and seductive for your husband whenever he wants it. Fookin' need to make sure the children are always kept up and taken care of, and you need to take— care of your husband's emotional needs as well" he continued, his groans interrupting his monologue a couple of time as he slowly approached his peak.

His cremaster muscle contracted and his jaw clenched as a soft hiss escaped his lips... his grip tightened around her hip and on her hair, making her scalp burn. Till a couple of thrusts later when he came with a low groan of her name... his cum landing on her precious dress and bare ass.

Y/n's body kept trembling due to the pleasure and the little act he was playing, teasing her cunt since he started to speak to make her desperate and needy for him.

"Understood, love?" Tommy's sweet tone, boomed in her empty head as tears kept wetting her cheeks. A soft yelp escaping her mouth when his hand slapped her pussy, hitting her clit harshly to make her squirt on him and the fabric of the moquette.

The young woman was breathing heavily, a soft sob interrupted the silence followed by a playful slap on her cheek as she kept nodding at what he asked her.

"That's a good woman, eh" Thomas hummed in a mocking tone, before getting carefully up... his icy stare remaining on her as he pumped his softening cock a couple of times

"Now up, on your feet" his business voice kicked in, more authoritarian and dominant than before. His heart was beating fast and his lust was growing even more as the time passed.

Y/n did as he said, forcing herself up on trembling legs; the shock of intense pleasure still making her head feel light and relaxed but exhausted.

As the soft, low voice of her husband smoothed her... his tender praises working as soft caresses after a harsh slap.

"That's a good little wife" he hummed out again, leading her to their bedroom as his lips kept brushing against the side of her bare neck.

"Get undressed for your husband, love" Tommy demanded, stroking her hip as he took care of his own clothes. His eyes never leaving her body as she did what he asked her, looking at him still scared but eager to feel such a surprising sensation again.

The older man's big hands pushed her softly down on the bed by the shoulders, before letting them travel softly up to her face... cupping her cheeks to make her look directly in his eyes "That's way better, isn't it, love?" He asked in a whisper, leaning down to kiss her and let her desire win over her negative thoughts.

A deep sigh left her mouth as a ticklish sensation formed on her skin while Tommy's hand traveled and explored it just like his lips. Resting tenderly against her sternum to place a hard kiss on it... a kiss that started the path of more kisses around her chest and ended with his lips wrapped around her erect nipple.

His calloused hands spread carefully his wife's bare legs, allowing him to move between them with ease while his warm tongue swirled and his lips sucked sensually, moving away with a soft pop.

"Been dying to feel your pretty warm mouth around my cock, honey" he murmured softly, brushing his nose against her jugular up to her face

"Or to feel your hands... breasts.... ass... squeezing me till I'm satisfied—" he continued, stopping just to let a throaty groan leave his body as his tip got squeezed by Y/n's cunt.

Her eyes closed quickly at the feeling of his thick lenght forcing itself inside of her tight pussy... causing a burning sensation that was eased down by the quick movements of Tommy's fingers on her clit

"Fuckk... darlin', if you keep squeezing me like this it won't last long" he murmured through a hiss, snapping his hips forward so that his cock was now fully swallowed by her pussy which held him like a vice.

Her juices started to wet his thighs shamefully as he pressed himself as close as possible to feel the bulge caused by his cock in her lower belly.

"You fookin' loving it, eh?" Tommy asked teasingly, sloppy kissing her lips as she tried to say 'yes' after a choked moan.

And it was true, she was loving it... her body was loving it.

When her husband started to move inside of her, she felt tears gathering in her eyes at the contrast of his firm and quick but still sensual thrusts and his tender, loving kisses.

It was different from the quick fuck on the stairs or the cold sex they had during the honeymoon, he wanted to show her and make her take the right choice... either be fucked like a useless whore or like his wife.

The message was clear and his demeanour was really fucking with her mind just like his body was doing to hers.

She was his wife... his wife.

He kept repeating it as he slowly reached his peak again, his firm but loving grip forced her to look him in the eyes as her back arched and a silent moan left her body. Her toes curled against the cold sheet of their bed, making her realize how warm her body actually was at that moment.

"Fookin' hell, cream around my cock, love" Tommy ordered, lost in pleasure... snapping his hips forward a couple of times before going for a deeper one and stop right there.

His sharp jaw dropping as a moan left his mouth, his seed shot inside of her cunt as curses and praises joined the moment. She could feel it and she was sure that it would have caused consequences as well as a drastic change in their life.

Y/n Shelby... was Tommy's wife.

Only his, his damn property and.. woman. Not anyone else's and he had just proved his point.

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prettybabybaby · 1 month

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could u maybe do a blurb of sirius where he has too big of a cock for the reader to take down here throat comfortably, but while she’s giving him a blowjob he shoves her head down and forces her to choke and gag on his cock?

thx so much if u decide to do this ask! ❤️

rating: ¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: dubcon, oral (m)

sirius’ tip prods the back of your throat, eliciting a weak gag as you quickly pull away. you look up at him, your eyes wide and wet and clearly seeking praise, “like that?”

sirius rakes his hands through his hair, shivering as the cold air hits his hardened cock. your hand is wrapped loosely around his base, still and unmoving. he resists the urge to snap at you, instead sighing through his nose, “I told you to go a little deeper. you can do that for me, can’t you?”

your glossy lips form a pout, “I did.”

sirius licks his lips, “I know but-“ he huffs, “you didn’t even take half of it, baby.”

“I can’t,” you whine, “it hurts!”

“it’s just a little stretch, y/n. try it again.”

you bite your lip, running your eyes over his intimidating length. you finally lean in, scorching breath ghosting over his cock, “okay… but, promise you won’t push me?”

sirius huffs, the anticipation eating at him, “yes.”

you take him back into your mouth, lips stretching to take the girth of him. you glance up at him, blinking as you run your tongue along his base. sirius grunts, lowering his hands to graze your warm cheeks.

your pace is slow and soft, as it always is. boredom overtakes sirius’ mind as he finds his thoughts wandering, leaving the gentle sucks of your mouth.

sirius runs his thumb over your cheek again, testing you by pulling your face closer to his base. your eyes widen as you gag around him again. “sorry,” he mumbles, though amusement bubbles in his chest.

you sigh through your nose and continue, picking up your pace as you sense your boyfriends loss of interest. he groans as you suck him harshly, occasionally circling his tip with your tongue as you draw him closer to his release. you glare at him when he gently pushes the back of your head, snickering when you pull away from him, annoyance swimming in your irises.

you feel him getting closer as his stomach and the muscles of his thighs tense, his mouth parting as his breath is released in short pants. your heart flutters, motivation suddenly overtaking you as you attempt to take him a little deeper.

sirius moans, his hand finding the back of your head as he begins to push himself into your throat. you gag and squirm, rigging your nails into his thighs as he holds you close, his hips jerking against your face.

“oh fuck,” sirius grunts. the coil in his stomach suddenly snaps, sending waves of euphoria down his body as his thick cock pulses in your throat.

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notsosweetchan · 4 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ Good boy ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: smut, male sub, fingering

Paring: |Felix x Reader |

Felix whined softly, eyes pleading with Y/N as he felt her hands move down to his already hard cock, stroking it gently. "Please, baby," he breathed, rocking his hips into her touch. "I need you to fuck me so bad." His fingers flexed in the sheets, desire coursing through him as she teased him like this.

He groaned when she leaned down to kiss him, their lips meeting in a messy collision that left them both breathless. Y/N's taste was addictive on his tongue, and he didn't want it to end. But then she pulled away with a smirk, rolling off him to straddle his waist instead.

"Such a good boy," she purred, grinding her hips against his erection. It only made Felix moan louder, arching up to meet her even more. "You've been so well-behaved today."

She chuckled softly against his skin before sitting up straight and grabbing the lube from the bedside table. With deft movements, she slicked up two fingers and then pressed them inside Felix, starting slowly but gradually increasing the pace as he gasped and bucked beneath her.

Felix's head thrashed on the pillow as she stretched him open with those talented fingers, feeling every intimate inch of him grow hotter and more sensitive under her skilled touch. When she had him where she wanted, she leaned down again and kissed along Felix's jawline while slowly lowering herself onto his dick.

Felix's eyes widened as he felt the heat of Y/N's body enveloping him. "Oh fuck," he breathed out, his back arching off the mattress. His fingers dug into the sheets, nails biting into the fabric as she sank down on him slowly, inch by glorious inch.

The feeling of his dick wrapped by Y/N was exquisite agony, and he loved it. He growled low in his throat, a rumble that vibrated through his chest and into hers.

"So good," he moaned, watching her breasts bounce gently with every movement. She felt so fucking incredible.

Y/N looked down at her work, grinning triumphantly as she started moving up and down on Felix's dick, hips rolling in a rhythm that had him panting and growing needier by the second.

She leaned forward, bracing herself with one hand on the headboard while her other held Felix's wrists in place above his head.

His moans filled the room, spurring her on as she rode him hard and fast, taking him deeper each time. The slick sound of their skin mingling together filled the air, punctuated by Felix's cries of pleasure.

Her pace quickened, and Felix couldn't help but meet it with his own thrusts up into her, desperate for more contact. Their bodies were synchronized now, moving together like they were made for each other.

Every stroke sent electric shockwaves through his system as she took him to the brink over and over again.

Felix could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building with each thrust up into her slick heat. "Y/N," he groaned out, digging his heels into the mattress. "Y/N, I'm gonna-."

“No not yet ,” she purred, quickening her pace. His head thrashed back and forth, his body tensing under her.Felix wants to cum so bad,but he doesn’t want to disobey her .

She could see it in his eyes, feel it in his movements, and it made her heart race with excitement. He looked so fucking sexy like this, begging for release but holding back under her commands.

“Cum for me,” she commanded finally, pulling her hips back and jamming them down hard onto his dick one more time before stopping all together.

Felix's entire body shuddered in response, his cock pulsing against her walls as he came hard inside her with a guttural cry of her name on his lips. She shuddered too, feeling the hot spurts of cum inside her as she rode out the last few strokes before collapsing on top of him in a sweaty heap.

Panting heavily, they lay together in post-coital bliss for a moment before Y/N leaned down to kiss Felix's forehead softly. "Good boy," she whispered against his skin, her breath hot against his ear. "You did so well."

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deep-fried-egg · 9 months

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Don't be a brat.

This includes: brat taming, g!p vada, Dom!vada, top! Vada, sub! R, bottom! R, fem! R, spanking, Vada cumming inside

SMUT BELOW THE CUT, MINORS DNI

"Yeah y/n. Juice wrld is 100x better than sublime." Vada said as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram . She was sitting on the couch, feet up and legs stretched out.

"Have you even heard sublime?" Y/n asked Vada who only shrugged. "It sounds like someone just wants to be a pain in the ass. Who listens to juice wrld anyway?"

"The people that have a brain, that's who." Vada retorted back, then continued scrolling through her feed. "What do you know about people that have brains." Y/n mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Vada said with narrowed eyes. "Nothing, don't worry about it." Y/n answered, knowing that it would only annoy Vada further.

"That didn't sound like nothing." Vada set her phone down "If you wanna be a fucking brat I might have to fuck the attitude out of you."

"You won't," Y/n replied flatly, but didn't look up from her lap.

"Oh yeah?" Vada got off the couch and stood directly over Y/n. "Is that a dare or what?" Before Y/n could respond, Vada leaned over and gave Y/n a kiss. Y/n tensed, ready for the other girl to push her down, but instead she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull them closer. Y/n felt Vada's hand move from her hip to her ass, squeezing and massaging the area while their lips remained locked together.

"Vads... Just get to it already." Y/n said between kisses when Vada started to nip at Y/n's lower lip, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from her girlfriend."I don't like your tone, Y/n." Vada whispered in Y/n's ear before pressing another kiss against her neck. Y/n shuddered when Vada started sucking hard on her pulse point

The brunette girl moved her hands from Y/n's ass to her thighs where she pulled y/n into a tighter embrace. When Y/n let out a small gasp of air Vada took the opportunity to slide her tongue into Y/n's mouth. Y/n moaned at the sensation, allowing Vada to deepen the kiss.

"lay down on my lap brat." Vada commanded as she sat down next to me. Of course, I obliged. Immediately I did as told

Vada squeezed my ass before quickly pulling how my pants and panties so my bare ass is facing her.

"I'll only give you ten for today, but if you pull this shit ever again I'll double it." Vada threatened before giving you a harsh smack then a gentle rub.

"One." I can already feel myself getting wet...

"Two." somehow this slap was even harder than the first one, but it came with a quiet "sorry"

"Three..." This was the softest spank she's given me so far, I'm surprised she hasn't asked me if I'm still okay with this-

"Is this still okay?" Nevermind. I give Vada a quick nod before flinching from another smack.

"Four."

"Five? Yeah five." I softly smile at the fact that she forgot the number she's at.

"Six." At this point my arousal is spreading to my thighs.

"Seven, can I continue?" She asks again.

"Yes, vada it's fine now stop aski-" I get cut off by a hard smack.

"Eight." She said louder than the other numbers.

"Nine."

"Nine and a half..."

"And ten."

At this point I am dripping onto her shorts, it's fucking embarrassing that pain turns me on this much. To be honest it's not only the pain it's the fact that I can feel her hard cock pressing into me as well.

"fuck I bet you're so wet for me that I don't need to use lube..." Vada inches her hand closer and closer to my center.

"I'm not wet at all." I managed to get out right when she was about to touch my heat.

"let's see if you're lying or not even though I already know you are." Vada ran her fingers through my center and came up with an embarrassing amount of slick.

"I knew it."

"come back up on the couch. Face down, ass up." This time I did get on the couch but I didn't get into the position she wanted me in. Instead I just laid down on my back.

"Did you hear what I asked? I said face down ass up." Vada said but I didn't budge.

"Do you just want to be punished?" I still did not move.

"Move."

I realize that she wont fuck me unless I'm in that position so I gave up trying and finally moved.

"you know I'm gonna have to punish you again for that?" Vada said while rubbing the tip of her cock against my clit... I didn't even realize she took her shorts off.

"Vada..." I tried to say an entire sentence but apparently I'm not allowed to talk anymore.

"Nope. Be quiet slut." I feel vada completely pull away which causes me to whine into the cushion Vada is pressing my face into.

"Oh do you want me inside?" I nodded into the cushion but that wasn't good enough.

"Actually, you can talk... So use your words."

"Yes... please I want you so fucking bad Vada." I reached behind me trying to find her cock but she slapped my hand away and she grabbed it herself.

"No touching, got it?" With that, Vada slid her dick inside me causing me to groan loudly. I couldn't help but squirm and let out a loud moan.

"Fuck you're tight." Her fingers dug into my hips as she thrust faster and deeper into me.

"Vada...." I said again and this time she stopped moving and looked up at me. She gave me a devilish smile. "Say my name again." I swallowed thickly and looked into her eyes. "Vada...please..." This time, it sounded more like a whimper. The brunette smirked and kept fucking me.

"Where did all your brattiness go? You were arguing with me a couple of minutes ago." Vada teased before giving me one particularly rough thrust, this time causing me to moan. I clenched my teeth shut and bit my bottom lip to stifle any other noises I could make. "I like your feisty side babe, I hope you keep being a little fucking brat long enough for us to work through your bitchiness." Vada chuckled darkly as she slowly moved her hips forward causing me to tighten around her dick. She stopped and waited for a few seconds then went back to thrusting inside of me. I moaned as she began to pick up speed, thrusting harder each time. I was panting heavily, sweat forming on my forehead.

"Are you going to behave now?" Vada said, a smug smirk adorning her features.

"Uh huh." I said quietly, breathing heavily. "Good girl." she purred. As Vada continued to pump her dick into me until I neared my release... but instead of letting me cum Vada immediately pulled out.

"What the fuck?" I hissed angrily, just wanting her to make me cum as soon as possible.

"Don't complain brat. You know why I'm not letting you cum yet" Vada replied nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"Because you need to learn some manners."

"I didn't even do anything this time!" I snapped, annoyed.

"Stop talking. You're lucky I'm too horny to stop fucking you right now..." Vada said as she slammed her body back into mine before picking up her pace once again, this time leaving no space between us. My whole body shook as my nails dug harshly into the couch cushions.

"Please..." I whined in desperation as Vada increased the speed of her stroke. "Please." My voice was becoming hoarse and the pressure building up inside me became unbearable.

"Apologize for being such a fucking brat earlier."

"Sorry... for being a brat." I mumbled as tears gathered in my eyes from how uncomfortable being kept on the edge of an orgasm is. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I continued to apologize over and over again as she sped up even more, causing me to cum all over her cock. Vada was about to cum as well and I could feel her tense up, I knew it was coming...

A low growl came out of Vada's throat as she pounded into me roughly and cumming deep inside of me. Vada slowly pulled out and moved away from me so I could finally lie on my back. My eyes met hers as we both breathed heavily, I ran my hand down her chest gently caressing it while she placed lazy kisses down my neck.

"You know I don't actually think you're a brat or a whore right?" Vada questioned, bringing our foreheads together.

"I know." I sighed contently as she continued to place soft butterfly kisses across my face.

" I wouldn't have gotten my way if you weren't so obedient... you're the perfect little sub, don't ever forget that." Vada whispered in my ear before kissing me deeply.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 7 days

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bad boy, sad girl, m | myg

maybe you are not that into me i hate to admit it, honestly if I take one step closer take a couple of steps back it’s like this again, sick of love – bad boy, sad girl by SEULGI ft. BE’O

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, rough sex, cowgirl, fingering, public sex at a beach at night on the hood of a car, blowjob); Yoongi's POV

The silence was so deafening that it threatened to tear apart the ocean.

“Love is a sandcastle,” he finally said.

They stood beside each other but the distance could not be greater.

“What shame is there to lose to the water, then?”

He didn’t have an answer to that.

“I really would have preferred to be drowned by the water than torn apart by you,” she said, stepping back and away from his beautiful garden of colorless roses.

He tried not to feel the cavity in his chest with her hands around his neck.

Her fingers fanned over his shoulders, palms over his clavicles, and he stared into her eyes as she took him anywhere but home. She didn’t take away his breath. He did that on his own, holding it prisoner in his lungs, his hard knuckles digging into her hips, pushing down, clenching his jaw at the hellish tightness that threatened to consume. He did not fight it. Fighting against that insanity was futile.

He also never wanted to win in the first place.

Heated physicality. Her fingernails turned inward, tattooing half-moons into his memories, rolling her hips into his in a vicious, visceral smack. Her chin lifted, an eyebrow raising, her lips parting. The pleasure crawled into every nerve, poisoning all reason, and he watched her messy hair slide down her shoulder when he tilted his hips and drove himself in, again, deeper. Her palm pressed against his sternum. She snapped her hips into his crotch and he hissed, feeling his cock swell into slick, punishing walls. Again. Again, and again, until it was countless and indescribable. The scent of lust began to prevail all others.

Heavy, sweet, stained with bitterness.

He tried to get back into his head, tried not to be dazed by the haze, tried but gripped tighter, each thrust blossoming desire more intense than the last. Chasing. Wordless. Exhale out, harder. Her eyes cast down and he stole that moment of safety, watching her breasts bounce in the air, hard nipples sticking straight out, core tight, his glistening length disappearing as he felt her hands slip off his shoulders, twisting the sheets next to his quivering throat.

His head snapped back.

Her pussy squeezed all around his length in a powerful spasm. All of his muscles tensed to the point of burning, his vision becoming bursts of light underneath his eyelids as her orgasm surged through him, his breathing stuttering when she felt her continue regardless, growl in her chest while her hips slapped down. Power veered like a seesaw, from her hips to his hands, locking his hold to keep her body still, slamming his hips upward with a breathless moan.

He tried to remember why.

Why didn’t matter in the face of euphoric oblivion.

He felt her lean forward, hot gasp on his exposed neck, the angle nearly driving him over the edge, but he steeled his resolve and thrust again, again, loud and hard and with all his might, the pace following the rapid pulse thundering in his ears, half-opening his eyes to a tangled black maze he could barely see through. His own hair. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t searching for details.

Just confirmation of reality.

She was looking down, her heated breath washing over his shivering chest.

“F… Fuck!”

He gritted his teeth and screamed in his throat, forcing his hips up as they flinched, the thin thread inside him snapping, his throbbing cock spilling into the condom with thick, twitching spurts. The border of pain and pleasure undefinable through the intensity, gasping, pressing his hard fingertips into her soft ass.

He tried not to think about it.

Not when his teeth sank into her shoulder.

Not when his hips descended again, making a loud, irreversible, wet smack.

Not when her fingers closed in around his forearms and patterned him with aching pink lines.

He didn’t moan her name and she didn’t breathe his. He just pushed himself to the brink of death and, when he reached that point, he switched to bury his fingers up to his knuckles, drenching his hand with her slick, painting himself with bruising kisses and her teeth marks over his neck, anything for the rush, anything for the crushing wave to overwhelm one of them again.

All so he could siphon off her ecstasy and make it his own.

It was selfish stealing and he didn’t care.

She put her clothes back on while he stared at the ceiling. She didn’t ask what they were. He didn’t ask how it was. He didn’t say anything at all, the soreness killing him less than the silence. She left.

He sat up.

She stared at him from the open bedroom door.

He froze, startled at his incorrect assumption. She tilted her head, bundled in a black and white flannel, tight black crop top, and baggy black pants with chains on them. The clinking sound had ceased for several minutes. Perhaps he had been far too deep in his thoughts to gauge time correctly.

After an eternity, she ticked her chin at him.

“About what you said.”

He could only reply with a silent shift of his eyes. She waited. He flicked his gaze back.

She smiled.

It was disconnected from this moment.

“We hide behind ambiguity to avoid facing inevitability.”

He frowned.

She turned around and left for real this time.

“What?”

He paused, his hand on her forearm, his lips over-bitten. She didn’t understand his hesitation.

“What did you mean by the word ‘inevitability’?” he asked, hot all over.

She scoffed.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

His body trembled, craving the fix, but he denied it, shaking his head instead. She sighed, pulling back. The dark, swirling ocean was right there. Right in front of them, cold and life-sucking in the depths of the night. The car simmered on idle as if it was an irate, unwilling participant to this rendezvous. She stared out to the water, diving into it with her eyes, leaving the acid smoke of the lustful air that had saturated seconds before.

“What do you even want, Min Yoongi?” she snapped.

“Want?” he echoed. Gave his usual answer. “Nothing.”

She glanced back.

“Then what’s the problem?”

He held her gaze for a moment before looking down at his pale hands that he had abused through guitars, wood-working, and clutching a pen too hard. The scent of pressed paper still clung to his skin, or at least it seemed that way from all the notepads he had torn up in the past week, trying his best to give words to a concept that gave him a damn headache.

“What do you want?” He retorted question with question.

She let out a rapid-fire breath.

“You to give a definition to this nothing you speak of,” she chuckled.

The sound died out like a scream.

They stared at the water that simply roared back. It was too vast to stay silent, even from this distance. He chewed on his lower lip. After a few minutes, he lifted his hand and reached over, placing his palm on her bare thigh. It was easy, for she was wearing a black t-shirt dress with a heavy dark denim jacket over it, and her knees were far apart, not caring about ladylike status in this situation.

He turned his head slightly.

Their eyes met.

“You done philosophizing?” she asked.

He didn’t reply. Just leaned forward to close the distance. The setting was it. The time of night were all bad decisions came to light. The ocean sound masked soundless gasps and breathless moans. Moonlight streamed down only to be reflected away by the mirrored surface commanded by its pull. Their pocket of darkness could not be intruded upon unless someone was deliberately looking for the same type of sinful seclusion.

Right place.

Desperation could create warriors and innovators. Her knee braced against the edge of the hood of his car as his exhale drifted into her open mouth, shuddering when he slid inside. The condom wrapper skittered away, chased by the wind, but they were too locked in embrace to notice. Hips flush, moving in unison to the waves. The ocean threatened, but their bodies burned away the cold with wicked friction and blinding need. One arm wrapped around her waist under her jacket. Her still-warm, still-sticky arousal stuck to his crotch and balls. He thrust deeper, slow. Her fingers tangled into his hair. Stings of pain from her insistence and his head hooked forward, increasing the hurt, catching her lips with strings of saliva between them. His other hand was planted onto the car hood, straining to maintain some measure of control.

Wrong person.

She was balanced on tiptoe of a heavy black boot and one knee, but inside she pulled him in, tight and wet and closer, pulsing all around his length, forcing him to close his eyes and tip his head back, thrusting harder, rougher, succumbing to the indecency of this high, gasping to the sound of water crashing into sand.

“You can start the car.”

The used condom was crumpled up into a wad of take-out tissues.

His lungs hurt from the salt and exertion.

“There’s much better than me, you know,” he said, one hand on the wheel and not touching the ignition.

He didn’t look at her.

“And yet you keep calling me,” she replied.

The dark sea slapped against the shore.

“You don’t have to answer.”

He couldn’t hear it that well though the closed car doors.

“I don’t.”

He waited her for to elaborate. She did not.

He started the car.

He tried to breathe.

She looked down at him, his taste clinging to her lips in thick white smears.

“Everyone loses when it comes to life. The way to win is to not give a fuck about the rules.”

Her pink tongue slid out and licked away the remnants.

His brows furrowed.

“What?”

She shrugged. His chest was on fire. The desire below had barely subsided. His nerves were still shooting blanks. She tilted her hand, his trapped between her arms. Her hair curled around her shoulders and brushed against his naked torso, creating a cocoon of illusionary safety.

She stared into his eyes.

“You seem afraid to be a loser, Min Yoongi. That’s all.”

His palms were on the bed, behind him, holding him up on shaky ground.

“I do not lose,” he exhaled, his voice gravelly with annoyance.

Her lashes lowered. She removed her arms from his shoulders. Her hair swept away from him, their closeness disappearing with it. He stilled. It would have been better not to reply after all. She slipped between his knees again. He stiffened, watching carefully. Her fingers fanned over his white thighs, leaning in again.

She paused over his half-hard, still leaking cock.

Looked up.

“What shame is there to lose to the inevitable?” she asked.

And swallowed him.

He tensed, the pressure of persistent tongue and slippery softness eating away at his introspection. The simulation circled around the base, slowed, lazy licking accompanied by the slow scratch of nails on sensitive skin. His balls glided over her fingertips, nudged forward into the tip of her tongue as the back of her throat choked the swollen head of his cock. Consistent control and power. Her lips pressed around his girth, forward, back, fluttering pleasure that mounted to something unbelievable.

His high rose like the swell of a wave and crashed just as violently.

He could feel the way his cock twitched and hit the back of her throat, shivering into the steady pulse of muscle curl around him. She slid back, forth, so slow it was serene, a heightened suspension prolonged by pooled saliva and wet softness.

She waited.

He pulled himself together, strings and all.

Stared at her under a curtain of black, his hair barely an obstacle to those knowing eyes.

“Love is a sandcastle,” he said once more in between pants. “Flimsy and held together by what will destroy it eventually.”

She nodded.

Agreeing.

“And devotion will be a choice you make every time you call,” she said, his taste still lingering on her breath.

He breathed out, unable to think straight.

He held out his scarred hand.

She took it.

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impala-dreamer · 3 months

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Tell Me about ...the hair swipe

Begging For It

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Sexy and Delicious, 18+

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It was such a simple gesture. The sweep of fingers through long dark hair; the subtle shake of his head as the hair fell back into place. It was an unconscious motion that he barely took note of, just something that his hand decided to do now and then. It wasn’t important, it didn’t mean anything. It was just something that he did.

Something that drove her absolutely wild.

Y/N watched from across the big living room as Jensen pushed a hand through his hair again. He’d been letting it grow out lately, and he’d never looked more handsome. Occasionally, he’d threaten to cut it, so shave the beard, to go back to trying to look younger, but Y/N wouldn’t have it. She’d beg him to keep the hair longer, refuse to let him dye the grays from his chin. He was stunning in every way, eye crinkles and all.

No stranger to his beauty, Y/N had no trouble ever looking at her man, but there was something extra in that hair swipe. There was just something about it that drew her attention, blocking out the world around them. Something so intimate in the way his fingers slid through his hair that made her heart race and her breathing slow. She wanted his hands on her body, wanted those fingers sliding through something even more luxurious and warm.

The party was loud. Someone was strumming a guitar off in a corner, and friends were chattering around her, but Y/N was lost to it all. She existed in a soft, pink bubble of arousal, the feeling growing stronger the longer she kept her eyes on him.

Jensen could feel her staring and looked up with a shy grin. “What?” he mouthed, eyes narrowing in curiosity.

Y/N bit her lip and cocked a brow. She lifted her glass to her lips and sought out the tiny plastic straw without looking. “I want you,” she replied silently, accentuating the pucker of her lips and closing them around the straw. She took a sip and the vodka and lime mixed on her tongue.

Jensen licked his lips and looked down at his lap. He had a way of making himself seem so small and vulnerable while drawing her in deeper. He lifted his eyes and looked at her through a curtain of hair.

She took a deep breath as the racing pulse settled between her thighs.

He lifted his right hand and her eyes went wide.

He pushed his fingers through his hair and her composure snapped.

He barely knew what was happening as she rushed across the room. The dregs of her drink sloshed from the glass and dampened his knee, but she covered it up quickly as she straddled his lap.

“What’re you do-”

She swallowed his words with a heavy kiss and rolled her hips over his dick. Her free hand tugged through his hair and pulled, making him moan deeply into her mouth.

“Fuck…”

When she pulled back, his eyes were glazed and his lips were full, shining from her kiss.

“You’re making me crazy,” she whispered, leaning to lick at his ear. “Playing with your hair all night like you’re not begging me to pull it.”

Jensen sucked in a private hiss and set his hands on her hips.

If anyone was watching, they’d see how his fingers tensed there, wanting to reach further down and grab her ass, tug her closer, and rut up into her. But, they stayed put, locked around the soft curve of her waist.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he lied, turning circles with his thumbs underneath her shirt.

The secret touch made her skin sizzle and she yanked on his locks once more.

Jensen bucked his hips unconsciously and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Um-”

Y/N smirked against his ear. “Wanna find an empty room?”

He shivered and his grip tightened. “Fuck yes, I do…”

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yeyinde · 2 years

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Can we have sub!Soap 🥺 please. Like he kindly let's her have control for one night and he fuckin loves it. Maybe she ties his hands and makes him beg to let him touch her while she rides his face or something (,: I think he would be so good at begging

hiya, op! so sorry this took so long!!

Sub!Soap was such a delight—thank you so much for this! 🫣

warnings: Sub!Soap; begging; face-sitting/face-riding—f!receiving; female!reader; female gendered anatomy; femdom; unfettered filth; Johnny is stupid for you

"Y'have no idea what y'do t'me, hen—"

His words are barely coherent when he slurs them out, breath humid and heavy on your neck. The hot, wet press of his tongue follows, laving across your pulse point. It's the flash of teeth against your skin that has you tipping your head back in pleasure.

"Johnny," you murmur his name softly, words swallowed by the sound on the television—Everton versus the Celtics, or so he told you when you stumbled home that evening, exhausted from work. It's lost in the grainy static of cheers, and the booming voices of the commentators.

He's incorrigible tonight—grasping at you with feverish hands as he tugs your trousers down, pawing at your flesh.

There is a desperation in the way that he moves, so different from his usual teasing demeanour. A roughness in how he handles you, touches you. It sits low in your belly until you're burning from the fervid hands that roam your body until not an inch has been left untouched, until his fingerprints are a mosaic on your flesh.

"Please, hen—," he murmurs into your sternum, hair tickling your nose. "I just need it—need it so bad—"

The taste of whiskey on his tongue is sharp when you lean down, moulding your lips to his.

Johnny's kisses are always so needy. So intense. He kisses you deeply, thoroughly, as if he can't get enough of the taste, and doesn't stop until you're pushing at his chest, gasping for air.

There is something in the way he aches for you tonight that simmers inside your veins. A liquid spume of rich confidence: the illicit tang of conquest.

It's almost like an out-of-body experience when you thread your fingers through his hair—longer now that he's on leave—and pulls. He groans against your bottom lip, deep and heavy; the noise vibrating through your chest. It's—

Addicting.

Your fingers tighten until a fistful of his brown locks is sat in your palm. Another tug, and he whimpers.

"Fuck, hen—," he pants, hands clenched around your waist. "That feels so fuckin' good—"

"Yeah?" You purr, thick with coquettish mirth; a slurry of want and power. "You gonna be a good boy for me, then?"

"Jesus Christ—"

Your words seemed to have stunned him. He's malleable, pliant, when you push him down on the couch. Eyes wide, hungry; his mouth red from your teeth—Johnny looks like he was made to be beneath you.

"I wanna tie you up, Johnny." You whisper to him, tongue rolling over your upper lip. He shudders under you, head tips back as he groans again. "Make you beg for it."

"Ah, fuck—" his hips jerk, nearly toppling you off. His hands snap up, grasping your waist. An apology spills from his lips. "You cannae say shite like that t'me."

The broken end of a giggle tips out when his accent thickens. “Oh no?”

He groans, shoulders tensing when your hands fall to his chest. “Jesus—”

"Want me to ride you?" You murmur, cocking your head at him. "You can't touch me, though."

His tongue flicks out over his bottom lip, eyes cresting with want. "Aye," he rasps, swallowing thickly. "But—I want to taste you, hen."

Your breath catches, words barely a whisper. "Oh, yeah? You want me to—"

"Sit on my face, bonnie. I want to taste your cunt."

His words bludgeon through you; molten need pools in your lower belly. You shiver.

"That what you want? Want me to ride your face? Get you all messy—"

His hips twitch again. You can feel the swell of his cock against your ass.

"C'mon, hen, please—"

His hands are burning when he grabs your waist, helping you move over him. It's liquid with Johnny—years of practice in the SAS make him agile, and strong: you can feel it in his hands when he takes hold of you.

There is something magnetic about a man who surrenders himself to you wholly despite the clear distinction in power.

Balanced over him like this, staring into those hazy eyes, it's almost intoxicating, more so than the half-drunk cup of whiskey and coke made you feel. The surge of it through your veins makes you dizzy. Delirious with it, really.

"Johnny," you breathe, heart thrumming when he immediately looks up, responding instantly to you. "You're not allowed to touch me, love. I want your hands—," you grasp his wrist, sliding them down until his palms rest flat on your thighs; "—right here. Don't move."

The command slips with an ease that makes his eyes flutter, a soft groan rolling out of his throat. "Fuck, hen—just gimme it, please—"

Like most things with Johnny, it—this— started out as a joke.

A friend's wedding in Aberdeen. A few drinks. He kept talking, teasing. His hand was heavy on your thigh, hidden from view of everyone. Glass of scotch in hand, eyes azure in the coruscating lights hanging from the beams above, you could taste the anticipation in the air when he dipped his finger between your legs, hiking the hem of your dress up.

He leaned down. The scent of sin on his breath. "Be good for me, dove. No one'll notice."

In response, you'd clamped your thighs tight together, trapping his wandering hands. Smile taut, eyes sharp, you purred: if you don't stop it, Johnny, I'm gonna have to punish you, love.

His hand twitched.

"Yeah?" His voice was lower, breathier than you'd ever heard him speak. "How so? What'll y'do to me—"

Your eyes cut across the table. No one was watching. No one noticed this moment. But his words were liquid in your ear.

"I'll have to tie those wandering hands up, won't I?"

He spilt his drink on the table when he set the glass down.

Johnny looked back at you, and you knew this wasn't over. You should have known then that trouble was simmering in the hazel eyes.

And now—

"Yeah, bonnie," he breathes against your cunt when your fingers thread through his hair, giving a sharp tug. "Just like that."

Johnny isn't the type of man to be incredibly dominant in the bedroom. There is an ebb and flow. He gives just as much as he takes, and so long as he has you writhing around, and desperate for him, he's a happy man.

This, however, is new. Uncharted territory.

"Are you sure, Johnny?"

His eyes are molten. "Fuck, hen. You have no idea."

There is a pinch in your muscles from holding yourself above him like this, barely an inch away from that devious mouth, but still. You hold it. Swallow it down. You want him to beg.

"Is that how you ask for it, Johnny?" You coo, tightening your grip on his hair. "Mind your manners, baby. I know you can do better than that."

Your words make his eyes roll. Milky whites flood his lower lids as he tips his chin back, a ragged whine spilling out. "Steamin' fucking Jesus, hen—," he chokes, hands squeezing the meat of your thighs.

It's a parody of what he once whispered into your ear, fingers buried in your cunt.

Mind yer manners, hen.

Words tumble out in a gruff litany, too fast and slurred for you to keep up with.

"Come on, now—" a sharp pull makes him croak. "Don't you want me to ride your face, Johnny?"

"Please, hen, fuck—! I need your cunt. I need it bad—"

It's rucked: gathered at the base of his throat where it sits, heavy and syrupy thick. The timbre, the desperation, the quiver in his voice makes you whimper, your core tightening with want. You need his mouth on you, need something to stem the ache inside of you.

You almost give in, almost drop your drenched pussy to his lips, but you don't. You can't.

He can do better than that.

"Johnny," you tut, rolling your hips over his mouth. Just a tease. Just a brush. His hands tighten, trying to pull you closer. "Stop."

He freezes immediately.

You're sure this isn't what the SAS meant when they said they'd train him to be perfectly disciplined and obey commands in an instant, but you can't help sending a small bout of gratitude to the heavens for that. Your perfect soldier.

(Somewhere in the great yonder, you can only assume his superior officer is cursing your name.)

"If you don't behave, Johnny, I won't let you touch me at all. I'll make you keep your hands over your head."

"No, no, no—," it's out before you even finish. "I'll be good, hen, I'll be so fuckin' good fer ya."

"Then prove it."

His hands spasm over your flesh, and then go still. The steadying breath he takes rolls over you, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from whining.

This man will ruin you.

His eyes are wide and saturated in desire. Like a good soldier, he waits for his command.

Fuck—

(That is, of course, if you don't ruin him first.)

"Do you want to taste me, baby? Want my pussy on your mouth?"

He nods, eager and frenzied. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes—please, bonnie, I need it so fuckin' bad—"

"I'm going to give you a taste, love." You murmur, hand slipping down until you're cupping the back scruff of his mohawk in your palm. Another fistful. His lashes flutter. "But you better make it good, yeah? Or I'll make you sit there and watch as I get myself off instead."

"Fuckin'—Christ —!"

His hips jerk again. Eyes whiting out.

It's the way his forehead crumples at the image conjured, eyes squeezing shut, that makes you whimper. His body trembles under you, coiled tight; muscles pull together in an effort to keep himself from moving. To obey your command.

Your breath knots in your lungs, core throbbing at the sight of him so needy for it, so lost in the hazy thought of watching you fuck your cunt, play with your clit, and not letting him do a damned thing at all, makes your spine tingle. Makes goosebumps erupt over your flesh.

(Something, then, to try later.)

Your voice is already wrecked—low, breathy. It's a sultry roll of want, eager and desperate. "Ready, love?"

His only response is a deep groan, another pitch of his hips. Johnny's eyes slide open. Molten gold gazing at you.

"Please, hen, please—"

The first desperate swipe of his molten tongue delving between your folds has you shuddering from the intense pleasure that roils inside of your core. It's good. So fucking good.

Johnny eats your cunt like he'll never have it again. Like it's something to be savoured. A delicate treat, an expensive wine. Slow and sweet, dragging it out until you have tears running in rivets down your raw cheeks, throat hoarse from begging him for so long. It's tender, almost. Barely a graze. A whisper of his tongue. He pants against your cunt, blowing softly at your clit until you're tugging at his hair for respite.

Discipline, you think, watching the way his eyes roll when he finally gets his fill of you. Mouth devouring you whole. He's controlled in his movements despite the obvious strain in the way he rolls his tongue over you, but the agony leaks out in the pinch of his fingers, the shudders wracking through his body. The jerks of his hips. His mouth works seamlessly, but his eyes encapsulate the neediness brimming inside of him.

It's palpable when he nudges his nose against your mound, breath harsh and heavy when it comes out. Heaving gasps and gusts of air as if he was drowning, and struggling to stay afloat.

Maybe, he is.

But it's—

Not good enough.

You want to break him. Shatter that self-control until it fragments between your thighs. Until he's whining into your cunt, begging for reprieve.

Your head tips back, hips rolling over his mouth. The stubble on his chin and cheeks scratch the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, but the burn feels good. You want him to mark you. Love it when he rubs himself over your skin until you're raw from it.

"Johnny," you whimper, his name a hymnal on your tongue. "Stop—"

It's a nearly maddening sense of torture when he grunts against your pussy, curses spilling from his mouth. But he listens.

Your good soldier. Your obedient man—

"Fuck," he slurs, the word bitten and doused in anger, frustration. "Come on, hen, I need your cunt. I need my mouth on your pussy. You want it, I know you fuckin' do, so why're ya—"

"Johnny—" his name is sharp. He stills immediately. You pull his head up, pressing yourself against his mouth. "You need to learn when to shut up."

His eyes flash. A challenge brims in those molasses depths. Sticky, thick, and now bubbling with ire. You've angered him.

Johnny always gets what he wants. Always. And now—

It's euphoric. The absolute unfettered debauchery that spools inside of your head is enough to make you shudder. To have a man whose strength could easily knock you aside and take what he wanted without it even being a fight reduced to smouldering vexation over not getting to taste your cunt is a rush, it's a high you could fall into. He's docile beneath you. Listening to every word you say. But his eyes—

A shaky smile splits across your face. "You want it, babe? Want my pussy?"

"Yes," he hisses, brows furrowing tight together. There is aching desperation in his eyes. A plea. "I need it, hen. I want your pretty pussy on my face. I want you to ride me until you cum on my tongue. I need you, pretty thing. I need it—"

"Be a good boy, then, and prove it to me."

He doesn't hesitate. His tongue slips over you, eyes dropping when he finally has your taste back in his mouth. He moans when you sink down, when your hand lifts, pinching your nipple as he delves inside your core.

His control breaks when you grind your cunt over him. Hands tighten, fingers digging into your flesh, and then he shatters. His mouth is liquid when it seals over you, tongue laving against your clit, eyes rolling back into his head. Johnny moans again; the low groans spilling from deep within his chest.

It's sloppy. All of that curated control obliterating in his ire, his neediness to have you. To make you cum.

Make it good, you'd said.

The challenge in his eyes reared. I fuckin' intend to.

(Johnny is such a good boy when he breaks.)

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bluekidchaos · 1 year

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stress relief

i can never get sub!sev out of my mind <3

Pairing: Severus Snape x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff and smut, sub!sev, hand job, massage, praise kink

Words: 1k

Can also be read on AO3!

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as severus entered your bed chambers he noticed two things. one: warm candlelight covered every corner of the room, setting a nice mood, and two: you were sitting in the middle of your shared bed in only a nice pair of emerald green panties, no bra, nothing else. he raised his eyebrow at you in question and walked further inside the room.

you smiled at him brightly as he stood at the end of the bed looking you up and down in your almost completely naked state, lust in his eyes. "strip" is all you said to him. his eyebrows shot up in surprise but he didn't hesitate a moment to follow your instructions. shedding his layers as quickly as he could he soon stood naked in front of you, cock already half hard just from the sight of your naked breasts.

"come," you patted the free space on the bed, "sit between my legs, darling." Severus gave you a confused look again but did as you said. as he crawled up on the bed you moved back to sit with your back against the headboard as he nestled between your legs. his back resting against your chest, his hands came to your legs that were wrapping around his own, squeezing them a little.

he could feel something dripping over his shoulders before you started massaging him, going over the knots that were there, working his tense muscles until she felt him relax a bit. moving her hands over his shoulders and running them down his chest, dripping more oil down his chest and stomach. severus let out a deep sigh as he settled a bit closer to you, letting you have total control over him. “mhm, that feels very nice, darling” he exhales while closing his eyes and letting his head fall back on your shoulder.

“that’s right, honey, just relax and let me take care of you” you ran your hands along his stomach, almost all the way down to his hard cock, just slightly nudging the base of it making it twitch from the attention. hands going back up to his shoulders and down his arms this time. back up and down his chest again, you did this a few times, going over his chest and almost touching his aching dick every time. severus was whining and bucking his hips in an attempt to get you to touch him were he needed it most. “hhng, please, please touch me” you chuckled at his desperate state and let your hands run all the way down this time, giving him an almost featherlight pump around his cock.

his hips buck up again as he lets out a frustrated groan, “is this what you want? want me to jerk you off til you cum in my hand?” you could see his face scrunch up at the filthy words and you trailed chaste kisses from his ear down his neck before gripping him again, firmer this time. “answer me” another kiss landed on the pulse point by his ear and he gave a whine and a nod, “please, yes”. that was good enough for you, you made sure his hands were holding onto your legs that were still wrapped partially over his own. you start slowly, wanting to really build it up for him.

“good boy” your grip is loose over his aching member, at first only creating a ring with your thumb and index finger. his hands are squeezing your thighs and the barely there friction. while your left hand is holding him at the base you add another finger and then another until your whole hand is now working over the top part of his dick. his breathing is already getting harder and he’s moaning at your every stroke.

while your hands are busy with his member your mouth is leaving a trail of marks over as much of his neck as you can reach, nibbling and sucking at the exposed skin on both sides, whispering dirty encouragements to him. “such a good boy, sev. taking it so well, so sweet, baby” he moans out loud at the praise, bucks his hips up as much as he can to get you to speed up your movements. “m-more,, please more. i need- ugh!” his sentence was interrupted by your hand finally gripping him a bit tighter and speeding up. your left hand leaves its place and moves up to his chest, caressing him all over.

his back is arched and you can tell he’s not gonna last too long so you move your left hand down again to fondle his balls. “are you gonna cum for me, sev? gonna be a good boy for me and let go?” you bite his earlobe and he whines loudly, nodding. you squeeze your hand around him harder and your pace once again gets faster, twisting your hand around him and making sure to give his leaking tip attention. “can’t hear you, baby. was that a yes?”

“yes, yes. i’ll be good please,” your hand squeezing harder when it gets to his tip, making him moan right into your ear “let me cum, please” you place a kiss against his temple and start going faster again, not letting him catch his breath. you feel him twitching in your hand, his hips bucking pathetically against your grip on him. you could feel him tense up once last time as he cums in your hand, you slow your hand down. pumping him slowly through his orgasm before he goes limp against your body.

your clean hand is brushing through his hair while he comes down and you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. he gives another big sigh before stirring a little bit, “thank you” he grabs your hand and kisses the top of it. you smile and kiss his head, telling him to get some sleep while you clean up the mess you both made. a soft “i love you” leaving his lips before he drifts of to a peaceful sleep.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape smut #snape x reader #harry potter #hp #pro-snape

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minjiarchive · 8 months

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grind your heat on me | g!p yoohyeon x reader

i love this request so much

warning / smut, public sex? (idk honestly)

The position was so simple and basic, yet enough to get her hard. She spooned you from behind, having her arms thrown around you while pulling you closer to her body. The way Yoohyeon held you tight made you squirm. You happened to rub your ass against her accidentally, but something felt more unusual when you did.

The more you moved, the more you felt the bulge expanding in her pants. The feeling made your face drop, was she seriously getting hard while you were around the other girls?

You finally gained the courage to turn back to face her but her eyes were completely fixed on you already.

“Yoohyeon...” you whined, “please don't do this when the others are around.”

She gave you a simple smile, “do you really think I care?”

“I'll finish in my pants just by looking at you, now turn around so I can grind myself on you.”

You were able to get a look at Yoohyeon's growing length under her sweatpants, making the pulsing between your thighs become harsher. You couldn't do much at this point but follow her instructions.

Yoohyeon placed her hands on your waist, guiding your ass towards her until she felt enough friction.

“Are you ready, baby?” she asked, showing some courtesy even though she acted careless 5 seconds ago.

You gave her a nod of approval before you started to feel her move her hips behind you. She slowly moved her tip against you and you could only imagine the things she had to be thinking of to get her this needy. Yoohyeon softly moaned in your ear, her breath tickling your ear as she moved closer behind you, riding you more harder.

The aching in your core was growing more intense as you struggled not to whine from her groaning and grinding. You made it more worse for both you and her when you started to move your ass against her clothed cock, applying pressure every so often.

“God Y/N, keep doing it like that,”

“Be good for me and don't stop.”

Her movements got rougher and quicker, planning to send herself over the edge soon. You could feel her muscles tense as she gripped hard at your hand, “I'm going to make a mess.”

After a few more seconds, her eyes rolled back as her orgasm began to wash over her. You could only bite down on your tongue to hold back a moan from coming out. Not only were you shocked that she was able to get off without directly touching you, more of the way that none of the other members suspected you both.

You even finished at a good time.

“The movie is already over? I was expecting more but we could always watch another movie later,” Siyeon suggested, the other girls agreed to stay up for a bit more but Yoohyeon always had something else in mind.

“I think me and Y/N are done for tonight,”

“We were planning to make our own movie at home anyway, right love?”

#dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher #yoohyeon imagines #yoohyeon scenarios #yoohyeon x reader #yoohyeon smut #wlw #wlw smut #kpop smut

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deandoesthingstome · 9 months

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Welcoming Committee - Part 12

Pairing: Captain Syverson X Reader/OFC (Drea); August Walker x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); Captain Syverson x OFC (Genevieve/Neve); August Walker x Reader/OFC (Drea)

Word count: 971

Series Summary: You and Sy have been together for three years, but you still like to mix it up. The new neighbors down the street give you a chance to do just that.

Masterlist for series warnings. Heads up: this is 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings: p in a straddled reverse cowgirl, oral f receiving, mention of m masturbation, surprise!

August kept me spread wide for Neve and continued to thrust up into my ass. I was past the point of any resistance, not that I was interested in preventing any pleasure about to overtake me, but at one time I might have subconsciously thought I could delay the gratification by tensing against his push and her pull.

I dared one more glance at Sy, wide-legged and enraptured on his private island across the room and I knew exactly what he was thinking about. In less than twenty-four hours, he'd have me locked down on our own bed and he'd be describing to me exactly what he was seeing right now. And he'd tell me how he would never forget the night so early on in our courtship when I'd grabbed his neck and pulled his ear close as he was absolutely railing me into the bed and I'd whispered in his ear to tell him how hot I thought it would be if he was instead sitting in a chair across from the bed watching someone else fuck me into the mattress. The way he groaned back at me, whipped his head to capture my lips with the scorching hot kisses I'd come to crave, and began to fuck me harder and deeper than I ever thought imaginable. That was the moment I fell for him completely and he said the same the next morning when we rehashed the night.

We spent the next few days laying ground rules, sharing fantasies, admitting desires, and promising each other forever. Our friends were only mildly shocked when we announced we'd done more than gamble on our impromptu Vegas trip the following month. Neither of us needed or cared for the trappings of a traditional wedding, or marriage for that matter. As evidenced by the way Sy sat perfectly content, stroking his giant cock with a look of sheer adoration as his friend impaled me over and over on his dick and his friend's wife licked, sucked, and fingered me to within an inch of the most intense orgasm I'd felt in a good, long while. Sy knew I needed this.

It wouldn't take much longer. Neve had taken August's lead and was now alternating her soothing licks and nips with sharp taps from her fingers and my pussy was pulsing with a tightness that could only mean one thing.

"Fuck, Neve," I whimpered. "So fucking good. Please, Sir. Will you let her let me come?"

August growled in my ear, the roar pairing nicely with the increased speed of his hips and though I couldn't see it, I could tell he was nodding down to her because her eyes darkened with intent as she slipped two fingers back inside me and circled her thumb across my clit. I could feel her press the backs of her fingers against August as he slid up and down inside me and then she pulled forward and focused all her attention at the soft, spongy bundle of nerves that was about to explode.

I lost sight of Sy and I could no longer hear him praise me from across the room. The blood rushing in my ears and the blinding lights exploding behind my eyes as the release inched closer shrouded me in a floating haze of impending bliss. When Neve finally flicked her fingers free and rubbed my clit and pussy lips hard, I let loose with a wail I don't think anyone in the room expected.

Neve smiled wide with pride and opened her mouth to receive the gush she and August had coaxed from me. It was short-lived, but she clearly wanted more and I knew I had it in me.

"Again. Do it again, Neve. Please!" I begged and she complied, alternating the press of her fingers and thumb and tongue in the secret code she'd so adeptly discovered before drawing her hand back to give a few sharp slaps and a final rub to release another gush and wave of vibration.

August gave a final thrust before he jammed his hips against mine and stayed connected, pelvis to ass as he pumped his load into the condom. I wished I could feel his hot seed dripping from me, but the extra swell of his throbbing member was still enough to send a last shockwave through me leading to one last gush of clear, sweet liquid for Neve to lap up.

When she was done licking me clean with a few gentle nips for good measure, she stood and helped August ease me off his cock. I collapsed onto the couch, drawing Neve close with me as we tangled our legs and intertwined our arms and relaxed into a heaving mess of cuddle.

"You good?" August leaned over to ask with a gentle whisper and a soft caress to my cheek, no longer playing Sir with me. When I nodded assent, he told me "Good girl. Stay right here and we'll get you cleaned up."

I couldn't really say how long he was gone, but a glass of water was eventually pressed to my lips and I felt the soothe of a wet, warm towel drawing soft across the pleasant ache between my thighs. Neve still cooed sweet nothings in my ear and I had a vague notion that I'd like to ask Sy if he and August could agree to let her and me have something private, just the two of us, sometime. Maybe often.

I had only ever felt so safe in the warm embrace of one other person, and right now that person was making his way over to our couch to slip in behind me and tell me how he was gonna have a hard time waiting till tomorrow night to relive the memory of this one.

#captain syverson fanfiction #august walker fanfiction #captain syverson #august walker #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader/ofc (drea)#august walker x ofc (genevieve)#welcoming committee #mine #deandoesthingstome

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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kinktober '22 ║ Ⅰ

pairing: pero tovar x f!reader x ezra (prospect)

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 2.5k

summary: after coming to a new city, you find yourself in your hotel room with two unbelievably attractive men.

warnings: modern!pero, modern!ezra, double penetration, mlm dynamics (kissing), group s.ex, piv, ass eating, creampie, oral (giving & receiving), dirty talking, a lil'bit of spit play, fingering (vaginal & anal)

a/n: and here we are, the first day of kinktober! hope you guys enjoy all the filth-- a special thanks to @pedrito-friskito for beta-ing and cheering me on during all of this 💜💜

You don’t remember how you ended up with two dazzling men in a hotel room. Your hotel room, to be precise. You met them at the bar below, Ezra and Pero. Both of them chatty, both of them having mesmerizing dark eyes. They bought you drinks, let you talk about your work and how you knew nothing about this city, and before you knew it the three of you were climbing up to your hotel room.

The two were quick to strip you and lay you upon the bed. Ezra took his place between your quivering thighs, burying his tongue deep in your cunt while Pero occupied himself by kissing you silly. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling on your flesh as he licked the inside of your mouth. Everything was happening so fast. Pleasure rushing up and down your body. Ezra groans as he tastes you, the curve of his nose moving along your clit, making you slicker than you can ever remember. Pero moves away from your lips momentarily, his cock in his fist as he looks down to Ezra. You can briefly see the fire in his eyes.

“Make her nice and wet for us,” he groans, capturing the bead of leaking precum with the swipe of his fingers. “She is going to need it all if she is going to take us both, no?”

Ezra hums as a response, fingers suddenly making their way through your folds and sliding inside of you. Pero chuckles when your lips part with a gasp, his gaze falls back to you, thumb pulling down your bottom lip as his smile shifts into something darker. Your pulse quickens at the look. He comes closer to you, stroking himself languidly, he lays the tip of his cock between your lips.

“Want a taste, mi vida?”

Your tongue swipes at the slit, his salty taste coating your tongue, your eyes flutter close, back arching and pushing more of yourself into Ezra’s sinful mouth. You nod, a moan rattling your throat.

“Good girl,” he rasps, pushing his cock between your wet lips. “You need to get me wet too if you are going to take it all,”

Fuck. The thought of them both filling you up made you gush around Ezra’s fingers. He chuckles, scissoring his fingers, he draws your aching clit into his mouth and sucks hard. The feeling is like electricity, surging through you and making you immobile. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nub and before you can relish more into the feeling, his tongue leaves you, forcing a whine out of your chest. Pero’s fingers squeeze your chin, the sting of it urging you to look up at him.

“Don’t forget about me,”

Your eyes go wide as he pushes the rest of himself into your throat. The head touches the back of your throat, you want to gag, your nostrils flare and your throat tightens around him. Pero’s head falls back, the veins curling around his neck popping. His jaw tense and in that moment he looks so powerful, so strong, your head spins, pussy clenching tight around Ezra’s thick fingers.

“I think she likes the taste of you,” he mutters, head dipping lower between your legs. “And I can’t really blame her, however she tastes better,”

“I bet she does,” Pero murmurs, he slowly rolls his hips, balls laying heavy on your chin. However, his eyes are glued to Ezra. “Give me a taste,”

Your eyes roll back, goosebumps bursting across your skin. The amount of filth these two men possessed will be the death of you. Ezra grins into your skin, teeth grazing against your inner thigh, you clench around him, a shudder clawing up your spine.

“She liked that too,” he drawls. Ezra curls his fingers on more time before pulling out and offering your taste to Pero, who in return licks eagerly around the other man’s fingers. He closes his eyes, moaning at the taste, then his eyes flicker down to you. “Delicious.”

You want to say ‘oh god’ but end up moaning around his cock instead. Ezra grins, gripping the other’s chin, he yanks his head towards him and captures his lips in a heated kiss. Pero’s eyes flutters closed, licking into Ezra’s mouth, he chases the taste of you. His cock throbs on your tongue, precum leaking from the tip. You swallow eagerly, in return he parts from Ezra with a groan, mouthing the underside of the other man’s chin as he pushes him back between your quivering thighs.

“Don’t stop,” he commands Ezra, but his eyes are locked on you. “I want to fuck her as soon as possible,”

Before Ezra goes back down, a brief worry clouds over his face, his gaze meets yours. “You have lube, birdie?”

Pero stops and you look at him confused, blinking heavily as your mind clears up for a brief moment. When realization hits, Pero pulls out, however, he lays his cock on top of your lips; it feels heavy, wet and warm.

“I do,” you speak, voice hoarse as your lips graze against his cock. “It’s in my bag,”

You think you raise your hand to point, but instead your arm still lays on the bed, only your finger gesturing towards the forgotten bag. Ezra follows, and after a second, he’s right back between your legs, mouth ghosting over your core and tongue swirling around your other hole.

You yelp at the feeling, involuntarily pulling away. Ezra’s strong arms snakes around your thighs, nails digging into your flesh, his tongue moves back to your clit and gives it a tentative lick.

“Do you want me to stop,” he said, voice stern. Meanwhile Pero begins to stroke himself while observing you, the slick sounds echoing in your ears. You feel so bare before them, and it isn’t just because you’re naked.

You shake your head, “No, I want to continue…just– I never–”

“It is quite alright, bebita,” Pero says, hovering above you. His thumb plays with your lip. “You tell us when you want to stop and we will. Understood?”

When you are in the midst of nodding, he clicks his tongue with annoyance.

“Words, bebita,”

“I understand,”

This time when Ezra licks you, you don’t flinch away. Instead you let out a wanton moan, hands cupping your own tits as he spreads your legs wider. You peer down, seeing the way he crowns between your legs. Noticing your gaze, he purses his lips and spits. Making a show of it. You let out a soft hiss, head falling back, you look up to Pero. A whine parts his own lips, his strokes becoming faster, harder as he watches Ezra. You had your suspicions that something more was going on between these two, but now you were certain of it, which in return makes you feel blessed that they allowed you to be a part of it.

Ezra, completely unaware of you both ogling him, pushes his tongue into the tight muscle. You melt at the feeling, thumb swirling around your pebbled nipples. Soon, his fingers replace his tongue, you’re tighter down there. He groans at the way you clench around him, and while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his mouth returns to your dripping cunt, cleaning the remains with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Pero gasps, “You look good down there, baby boy,”

Ezra moans into you, the vibrations sensing tingles up your body. With a moment of desperation, you grab Pero’s wrist, stilling his movements. He looks down at you, worried, but that emotion soon fades when he sees the lust swirling in your eyes.

“Want you,” you choke out. “Want you both, now– Please–”

You sound so desperate, so needy, but you’re too far gone to actually give a crap. Pero and Ezra exchange glances. You feel them having a wordless conversation, something only the closest of people can do.

You hate the way jealousy flares in your gut.

Pero lays down, pulling you on top of him, your chests flush against one another as Ezra gets behind you. His heavy cock rests between your cheeks, he ruts against you like an animal in heat, rubbing the precum into your already sweaty skin. Pero nibbles your chin, smiling.

“You ready for us, beautiful?”

“Yes,” you breathe out and whimper when you feel Ezra’s nails raking across your back. They’re teasing you.

“You sure you can take us both darling? We aren’t exactly…small, if you know what I mean,”

You’re on the verge of tears, your cunt throbbing painfully. Your heart sinks into your chest.

“Please– Please give me your cocks,” you beg, figuring this is what they want. “I need you both to fuck me or else I’m going to go insane,”

“Shit,” Pero gasps, cock nudging your entrance. “Such a filthy mouth, bonita,”

“She’s something, indeed,” Ezra continues, he lays a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “Since you asked so kindly, we might as well give you what you want. Or we wouldn’t really be gentlemen now, would we?”

You want to say that nothing they’re currently doing would be considered “gentlemanly” but you swallow your pride and bury your face into the crook of Pero’s neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“Please,” you say again, whispering into his skin.

His fingers painfully digs into your hips, you imagine that he probably meant for this gesture to be soothing, but instead it screams nothing other than the need to possess you, which you’re happy for him to do.

It starts off slow. Pero slides into you easily, and it sounds like the air is being knocked out of his lungs.

“So wet for us,” he murmurs, peeling you out of his neck and pressing his lips against yours. He continues to speak between breaths. “How are you this wet already? Did his tongue feel that good, baby?”

“It did,”

Ezra growls at that, his own cock throbbing painfully as pours a generous amount of lube both on you and himself. He begins to fill you inch by inch. You can feel every curve, every vein of his cock. Parting away from Pero, you nuzzle the side of his face, sucking in a deep breath while Ezra goes in deeper and deeper.

When he’s fully buried himself into you, his pelvis flushed against the curve of your ass, Pero’s eyes roll back, cock twitching deep inside your cunt. The three of you pant heavily, you feel so full, so satisfied. You can stay like this forever and have no idea how you’ll part from the two men later on.

“Can you feel me through her?” Ezra asks Pero, slightly pulling back his hips and pushing forward again. “She’s so tight,”

“I can,” Pero hisses, his chest trembling. “You good, little bird? Does it hurt?”

“A-A bit but I’m okay,” you lick the salt off of his neck. “You guys can move now,”

For a moment you swear that you’re burning from the inside out. You have no idea how they manage it, but the way they thrust is like a tortuous dance. You’re brought to the edge on multiple occasions, and pulled away from it again and again. The two men play with each other through you, both of them a slave for another and you’re in the middle of it all, being pulled to one edge from another. Ezra’s movements are calculated, his pacing slow, yet hard. With each grind of his hips, he makes sure that both you and Pero feel his fat cock piercing through you. Meanwhile Pero is more feral, much like an animal, he fucks into you nice and hard, not really caring anything other then yours and Ezra’s pleasure. It’s freeing. You know no matter how they play with you, you’re going to be taken care of.

Ezra’s lips trail down your back, squeezing your ass while Pero pushes you up and devours your tits. He draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling and teeth nipping at the sensitive nip. You scream out both of their names, your eyes squeezed shut as they use you. Your world is spinning, the pleasure mind-numbing and putting pressure on your neck.

“Where do you want us to cum, baby?” Ezra groans, cock throbbing.

“I-Inside–” you say without thinking. “Please– I wanna feel you both,”

Pero’s hand sneaks in between your sweaty, writhing bodies. His fingers rub at your clit, his thrusts becoming even more uncoordinated and desperate from before.

“You first,” he chokes out. “Cum for us,”

You have no idea when you became so eager to comply with his commands, but you do. You bite into his shoulder, a bright white light flashing behind your eyelids as you gush around them. Ezra stops completely while Pero continues to cant his hips up into yours. The man behind you makes an almost pain filled sound.

“Pero,” this is the first time you’ve heard Ezra whimpering out his name. “I need to cum, I want to cum– she’s squeezing me so tight– Fuck, tell me,”

Before you can understand what’s happening, Pero pushes both himself and you up from the bed. He crashes his lips into Ezra’s, the other moans into his mouth, between kisses you hear Pero muttering out a “cum” but you’re not sure. Hips staggering and stuttering as he spills into you. You feel it. Your head falls back onto Ezra’s shoulder, a moan ripping from your throat as the sensation of his cum pushes you into the brink of another orgasm.

Pero’s eyes roll back at the way you squeeze him, his balls and stomach tight from holding himself back. He can feel Ezra spilling into you. The way you squeeze around him is intoxicating, you moan his name, begging him for more. He’s not one to deny his lovers.

It takes him two more thrusts– After that he’s cumming in thick ropes. Filling your pretty pussy up as you cum a second time. He hears Ezra muttering a string of curse words, his cock still buried deep in your ass. As he pulls out, cum dribbles out from the corners of his softening cock. It takes him everything not to flip you back down onto the mattress and clean you up with his tongue, but he knows by the way you look at him that you might be dancing too close to the edge. Ezra follows suit, slowly pulling out and gently slapping your ass before heading to the bathroom.

“Fuck, Pero,” you say, voice laced with sleep as you both fall back down to the mattress. “That was amazing, I–”

“Shhh,” he says, rubbing your nape. “Do not think about that now, Ezra’s gonna clean you up now, then we can sleep,”

You nod, eyes fluttering closed.

“And we can talk in the morning,” Pero continues, smiling up to Ezra when he sees him returning with towels. Ezra smiles back, as he gets back on the bed. “You sleep now, bebita,”

“Okay,” you murmur.

If this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up from it.

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alanisinstone · 2 years

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cereal box

katsuki bakugou x reader

cw: domestic fluff (at the beginning), cunnilingus, fingering, piv intercourse, slight exhibitionism, cum eating

CEO Kats that comes back to his sweet little stay-at-home wife every night and their five kids. she's not pregnant right now so he's obviously slacking on his real job. he comes home to the savory smell of tonkatsu and miso, dropping his bag and heading into the kitchen. he sees his sweet wife slaving away, preparing this wonderful meal for him and his children. her cute barely thigh-length sundress does him in as it is, but with the apron accentuating her hips and curves, he is enticed and not just by the tonkatsu. katsuki’s lookalike children are too busy causing chaos in the living room to notice not only the tonkatsu coming off the stove, but their parents slipping into the pantry. more like katsuki dragging you into the pantry, while hastily untying your apron, now slightly annoyed that it's taken this much work to get you naked. when you’re finally bare before him, he's immediately on his knees. he kisses all around the inside of your thighs sending shivers up your arms. his tongue, gentle on your swollen nub, makes you tense up. you had to admit, the idea that your kids playing right outside the door, could hear your wanton moaning or even open the door for a snack was equally as horrifying as it was arousing. he started to suck on your clit, and inserts two fingers into you right away, his hunger for you was evident in the low rumbling groans he was letting off into your dripping cunt. the waves of pleasure were too much and your legs started to shake while explosions not unlike your husbands went off behind your eyes. he shot up and started to get undressed while you whined and ground yourself onto his leg, your pussy squeezing around nothing. you could still hear the pitter patter of your little ones when he thrusted his full length into you in one push. he was already grunting and cursing into your neck, while you bit into his shoulder to keep yourself from crying out. you could feel every vein on his cock pulsing with your walls. you felt the burn of arousal sear throught your body, in every nerve, your clit pulsing, stimulated by his pelvis ramming into yours repeatedly. the taste and smell of his sweat made your eyes roll back into your head, along with the unrelenting pounding he was giving you against the shelves of your pantry, the cereal boxes threatening to fall on top of you both. he licked your tears off your cheeks while you whispered and cried for him to slow down ‘suki and ‘suki the kids. he disregarded your mewls, reaching his hand down to rub furiously at your puffy clit. you slapped one hand over your mouth at the broken cry that escaped you, before you fell apart on his cock, still jackhammering into you so fast you hear the shlick and smack of your juices. he busted with you, his thick, hot cum spilling out of you and onto the base of his cock. the fwop of his cock sliding out your pussy made you both moan into each other's mouths, breathing each other's air. you took a finger and swiped a glob of his cum off his dick and into your mouth. he matched your sexy grin with his own devilish smirk that said don't make me bend you over for another round. now to figure out how to get out of the pantry without your army of kids seeing you both covered in each others sweat and cum…

hi queens 🤘 it’s been a whileeee

um so i think i’ll be posting more often, have sm work tho but i’m trying guys i promis. 🧍‍♀️

likes, comments, and reblogs are v much appreciated

if u have any requests, ideas, or even just literally a sentence girl i will take it, my requests are open for business.

much love babies 🫶

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idk why or how but i’m thinking about detective!noir!Eddie interrogating noir!Reader while railing her against this stone wall and she’s not allowed to cum until she gives up this certain piece of info that she’s afraid to say, because she’s afraid she’ll get knocked off for snitching. But ofc she has nothing to worry about because det. Munson would do anything for that little dame.

the plans I have for detective munson and toots are WILD!!!!

She’s the femme fatale who’s husband mysteriously vanished, she doesn’t seem to care if he’s dead or alive. He can feel the attraction growing between them. Eddie tries to downplay the heat between them, but she knows when a man wants her, they all want her.

“I know you want to fuck me detective,” she says in the alley behind the police station. “Or are you not man enough.”

Eddie’s eyes darken. “Watch it.”

She laughs and it sickens him how the throaty chuckle goes straight to his cock. “I’ll fuck you better than that little priss I saw you with last night. Does she get wet?”

“Shut up.”

She reaches for his hand and slides it up the skirt of her dress. His fingers touch the garters on her thighs, lace stockings graze against his skin. He can feel wetness on her thighs. “That’s all for you, detective. I know she’s not taking care of you, not how I would.”

“I said knock it off!”

“Would she take it up the ass like I do?”

Eddie snaps in a rage. He reaches for her neck, his grip tightening around her throat. Her plush lips rise in a smirk. “Life your god damn dress,” he says darkly.

“Make me. Detective.”

He pains her around and shoves her face first against the brick wall. He lifts her dress, ripping her flimsy panties in the process. She lets out a gasp when his palm takes her by the neck again.

“You going to let me fuck you up the ass?”

“Yes detective! Please!”

Eddie takes her wetness from her sweet cunt to her puckered hole. He feels her tense as his cock pushes in. His hips thrust violently against her. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, detective!”

Eddie’s fingers play with her clit. He pinches the hard bud between his fingers before slipping two inside her cunt.

“You tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you cum,” he says in her ear. She pushes back against him, his heavy sack beating against her.

“I can’t! He’ll kill me if I do.”

“Who?”

“I won’t say.”

“Then you won’t cum.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Quiet down! You want the whole station to run outside, see you getting fucked like a bitch in heat? Life’s not fair Toots.”

Eddie keeps fucking her, taking her to the brink of orgasm then pulling back. The ground underneath them is wet from her slick dripping down her legs. “What was that you said about getting wet? Look like you pissed yourself,” he chuckles. “Are you a pissy girl?”

“Yes!”

“My pissy girl? Huh, you wanna cum or you wanna piss?”

“Anything! I’ll do anything, please just let me cum Eddie!”

“Info first toots!”

“Ok! Ok! I’ll tell you…but I want protection.”

Eddie leans into her neck. Their skin covered in sweat. “I’ll kill anyone who puts a hand on you,” he says.

“Even my husband?” She asks quietly.

His ears perk up. So the bastard was alive. “Even your husband, toots.”

“Promise?”

He kisses her collarbone, lips lingering to feel the pulse of her heart. “Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die?”

Omg they’re so toxic I love them 😭😭

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #sav’s mailroom #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader #sav’s moots #noir!reader #noir!eddie #Eddie Munson and toots #detective Eddie Munson #detective munson #munsonology’s noir!eddie #sav’s multiverse of eddie’s #sinful sunday #munsonology’s sinful sunday

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tridentqueen · 27 days

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Grinding down against their lap requested by @looneytun3s

Enjoy! ♥️

smutty drabble 18+

The fire crackled as Aly turned the page of her book. She was barely absorbing the words, however. Despite her attempts to read about Maester Balder’s observations on Skagos, all she could focus on was her uncle. The pair sat in one of the high-backed chairs in his sitting area, Aly in Aegon’s lap trying to read as he drank his goblet of wine with one hand and used the other to caress her nightgown-covered stomach.

By the time Aly reached the fifth page, his touch set her skin ablaze. She tried to ignore it, knowing Aegon did not mean it to be titillating. But she could not help it. Every time he touched her it was like being burned.

She also could not help it when her hips subtly grinded against him. Her body desperate to relieve the pulsing between her legs.

Her movements were not so subtle that Aegon did not notice. His hand stilled on her stomach, and he quickly set his goblet down on the table beside him.

“What sort of book are you reading?” he whispered into her ear.

Aegon grabbed it from her before she could answer. Twisting to look at him, Aly watched him read the words on the spine. Watched his brow furrow in confusion before giving her a smirk.

“Does reading about savage northmen make you wet?” he teased.

“Hardly,” Aly laughed. “I was distracted by you.”

“Me?” her uncle repeated in amusement. But he knew exactly what she meant, as he resumed his light touches over her abdomen and up her ribs. And Aly responded by grinding against him in earnest, feeling his cock harden in his trousers with each circle of her hips, and planting wet kisses on the side of his face, the only place she could reach, while his breath quickened.

Aly gasped when the hand on her stomach glided up and began palming her breast through her nightgown, her uncle using his thumb to roll her stiff nipple. She was so distracted by how good it felt that she barely registered his hand diving between her thighs until his fingers made contact with her bundle of nerves. Rubbing circles in tempo with the circle of her hips against him, sending bolts of pleasure through her. Quickly sending her to the precipice.

“Aegon,” she breathed as she reached behind her and threaded her fingers in his hair. And gripped hard.

“Fuck,” her uncle groaned, speeding up the movement of his fingers. Making her back arch. “Gods, you’re perfect. Made for me.”

Her thighs began to shake and her toes curled as she nodded furiously. With just a few more passes along her bud, Aly came undone. Muffling her sharp cry with a kiss to his jawline as her body tensed in ecstasy before beginning to come down. She kept moving her hips like a madwoman, though, desperate for her uncle to come behind her.

“You’re so good, Aegon,” Aly panted when she knew he was close by his grip tightening on her stomach. “I love you.”

He came with a soft whine of her name.

The both of them still catching their breath, Aly collapsed against his chest.

“Perhaps you should read about the Skagosi more often,” Aegon jested.

She playfully rolled her eyes before they shared a quiet laugh.

#aatdd anniversary celebration #aegon x aelora

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loverontheleft · 1 year

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Please

Moodboard by @a-silver-linings-boyfriend

VLV!B x Reader.

This is revised from an earlier piece that I’m pretty sure wasn’t on my Masterlist but may have been on my Vocal (alternative posting site).

This has Sir/kitten, dirty talk, general language, and condomless sex. I think that’s everything.

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His hard cock pressing into you and his warm hands all over your body are some of your favorite things. “Please, baby…” His words, hot against your skin, are taking over your senses and consuming your mind. You hear and feel him like this in your dreams too, so it takes you a moment to realize this is real; you actually are awake.

Your eyes flutter open and you turn slightly to look at him, not realizing that as you do, your hip presses firmly into- “Honey, you’re…” he doesn’t finish his thought, just clutches at you, presses his hips forward and rubbing slightly, seeking more.

“Bren?” You stop moving and wait, loving the feeling of him, hard and pulsing. “What do you need, love?” You think you know but you like to hear it, all the same. He rarely begs you; you have to savor it while you can. Brendon groans wordlessly again, fingers pressing into your hips. Then, kissing your neck the way you love, he grinds into you urgently. The fabric of his boxers moves easily against the silk of your slip; you’re both being responsible while in your parents’ house. If you were at home, there would be nothing to stop him from filling you. The thought of this, how he’d normally tangle a hand in your hair and hold you close while taking you from behind, makes your head spin and your body tense.

“Kitten, I need you,” he manages, lips never leaving your neck as he works open-mouthed kisses from your ear to your shoulder. The pet name tells you he needs more than a quick fuck in the middle of the night, and a thrill goes through you as you let yourself fall into the submission. You know he’ll take care of you.

“So take me, Sir.”

Brendon has one hand reaching down to lift the hem of your slip and spread your thighs as soon as you’ve given permission, and you’re shivering in anticipation from the way his tongue teases your skin while his fingers stroke gently, slipping through slick heat. As he gets you ready, you reach for him, your hand tugging at his boxers desperately. His hips rise and the soft fabric slides down; you whimper, feeling of the hot head of his cock against your inner thigh. “Take me,” you repeat, and he bites down on your shoulder to stifle his groan of pleasure as he pushes into you.

“Fuck—hand, please,” you mumble, groping for his other hand and pressing it to your mouth to muffle yourself. He chuckles low in your ear and thrusts again, slowly, letting you feel every inch of him inside you. The sensation drives you wild. You feel so full, so warm, so satisfied with each deep thrust of his hips.

“My pretty Kitten afraid to be noisy?” He teases softly, moving his hand down so you can reply. You nod and clutch at his wrist.

“In my parents’ house, in their guest room...can’t be loud. Can’t. Gotta be good,” you pant, rocking back on him for more. “Gotta be good. Trying to be quiet while Sir fucks me is hard though, so...I need his hand.”

“You’re being so good,” he murmurs, placing his hand back over your mouth delicately. “So good. It’s a shame though, since Sir gets off on hearing you. All these slutty sounds my Kitten makes when I take her like this...” His hips thrust forward again, making you whimper behind his hand. “Such a good girl,” he whispers in your ear. “My best girl, letting me wake her up, letting me fuck her like this, letting me come in her…Fuck, Kitten, your perfect pussy makes it absolutely impossible for Sir to be quiet,” he murmurs. “My wife has the sweetest pussy, and I just wanna fuck her all night and tell her how good she is. I know I can’t take much more though—you take my cock so good; this hot, wet cunt drives me wild. I’m gonna come soon, come in my best girl, oh fuck!”

“Please,” you beg as you cling to his arm, your words muffled behind his hand. “Please, Sir, come in me.” You roll your hips back, seeking more of him. “I need you. I need it. Deeper, harder—give it to me, please, fuck me, come in me, take me!”

“Kitten, you sound so convincing that I almost forgot I was the one who woke you up for this,” Brendon manages between desperate thrusts. You both laugh a little and he squeezes your hip, telling you he’s close. As his pace increases, he becomes more insistent with his words and the way his fingers tease your clit. “Can’t come in my pretty Kitten until she comes for me. She knows the rules. I may be in charge, I may be her Dom, her Sir, but my girl always comes first.”

You nod and relax back against his chest, reaching a hand back to tug at his hair. He groans and uses the hand working between your thighs to slap your leg softly. “She knows the rules,” he repeats. “Hair tugging will only make Sir come harder, and that’s not happening until my sweet wife comes all over my cock.”

“I’m so close,” you whimper behind his hand, and he nods approvingly, telling you to just enjoy the feeling and let go for him.

“Don’t hold back, my love,” Brendon murmurs. “I want to feel you come, want you to let go, want your sweetness all over my cock, want you to feel so good, Kitten.” One more nip at your earlobe paired with one more circling gesture over your clit has your back arching and hips shifting in small spasms.

“Oh fuck, Sir, I’m— now!”

“Jesus, Kitten, ride it out, feel it,” he groans in your ear, gasping as you force yourself back, taking him as deep as you can. You’re trembling, clinging to his hand over your mouth as you let yourself let go, coming hard in waves of wet heat. Your entire body is tight, quivering around his length, and you know it’s pushing him to his limit. “That’s my best girl, ride it out, make yourself feel good with this cock, come on my cock, it’s all for you, gonna fill your sweet cunt once you come all over me honey, fuck yes!”

As your climax rolls through you, you pull at his hair again. “Now, Sir,” you beg. “Please, come for your Kitten. Please!”

“Fucking hell, baby, you ask so sweetly,” Brendon murmurs, dropping the hand from your mouth so he can fully grip your hips. He holds on tight, driving his cock into you, shuddering in ecstasy and chanting your name against the back of your neck as he finally lets himself reach his climax.

Even with your back to him, you know his face is utter bliss; you can feel his euphoria in his rapid breaths on your skin, the slide of his fingers so he can feel where his cock presses into you, the warmth of his chest against your back as he arches a little, getting himself as close as possible to you. He always holds out for so long, insisting you come first.

You love when he allows himself to come though, once he knows he’s taken care of you. That low, desperate groan as he pulses and throbs inside you, mixed with the warmth of his cum always leaves you breathless and blissed out. “God fucking damn, you’re the fucking best,” he finally murmurs, pulling out of you to collapse on his back.

You roll over immediately, rest your head on his chest, and drape a leg across his waist. His warm hands stroke down your back, he adjusts the blankets, and he tilts his head to press a soft kiss to the top of yours. “You okay, my sweet baby?” Brendon asks, playing with your hair. You nod and snuggle into him, loving how his heartbeat gradually slows down and yours settles to match.

“So much more than okay, B,” you tell him, smiling against his skin. “Love you. Love being with you like that.” He makes a small, content sound and wraps his arms around you.

“And I love you and being with you like that too, so it works out,” he mumbles, holding you close. “My girl made me come so damn hard…” he trails off into a yawn and you reach up to cup his cheek affectionately.

“My man made me come pretty hard too,” you murmur. “Can’t wait to see how good he’ll fuck me when I’m really the one waking him up, whispering please.”

#brendon urie #he could fuck me any way he wanted #brendon urie smut #my work #brendon urie imagine #brendon x reader #fanfic #imagine

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