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luxtrys · 10 months

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ride cowgirl

you take control in bed and anakin can't handle himself (18+, smut)

"you want to what?" anakin asked, not really paying attention to your words, his eyes still glued to his book. "i-i want to take control in bed ani" you said, raising your voice from a barely audible whisper to a slightly louder tone.

he doesn't even turn to you at your claim, chuckling softly "that's real funny bug" you huffed, he wasn't taking you seriously at all. you moved quickly so that you were sitting between his legs that were spread out on the bed, staring at him as he didn't even move to look at you.

you wrapped your fingers around the top of his book, pulling it back softly so he had to look up at you. anakin seems to pay attention to you now, watching you with a bored expression. "im being serious ani, i think id be good at it" you stated as he brought his hand up to your head and tuck a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "good at what baby?"

you rolled your eyes at his question, does he ever listen?

"good at being in charge, you know, all bossy and controlling." you pouted as he raised his eyebrows suggestively "i am not bossy and controlling" anakin answered, clearly not believing the words coming out of his own mouth as he played with the hem of your sundress.

you narrowed your eyes at his claim, causing him to sigh. "please ani, please, please, please. I promise ill do good!" once you see him roll his eyes and sigh, you know you've cracked him.

and that's how you ended up straddling his toned shirtless waist, only clad in your panties as you peppered kisses softly down his chest. he stared at you as you got to his v line, his cock standing tall and oozing with pre-cum.

"you ready ani? remember your safe word alright?" he tried to mask his chuckle at your statement, ticking his jaw to the side. "yes baby, i remember the safe word, think i'm gonna have to use it?"

you shrugged at him, extremely distracted by his massive cock merely inches from your face. you placed a small kiss to the base, leaning your head on his inner thigh as you pumped him up and down slowly.

you heard him inhale sharply, restraining himself from grabbing your head and shoving your throat all the way down his cock until you gag. he watched the thoughts spin in your head as you left one last kiss on the tip of his dick, shifting around so your entrance was now in line with his cock.

he groaned as he entered you, your walls so impossibly tight around him. you lowered down slowly on him, squeezing your eyes shut at how fucking massive he is. you had to brace yourself with your hands on his chest as he bottomed out inside of you, hitting places that made you whine. you lifted your hips up slightly, you knew that neither of you could handle him that deep inside without cumming in two seconds, though he would never admit it.

you looked at anakin with impatience, waiting for the feeling of his death grip on your sides as he helped you ride him, but it never came "ani, what're doing?" you asked, feeling impossibly full and needing to move. "what do you mean princess? you're moving us. you're in charge."

"o-oh, right." you squeaked, taking a second to breathe and ground yourself before slightly lifting your hips up and slamming back down. you never thought it would be so hard to ride ani without his hands guiding your body and lifting more than half of your weight above him, but then again, you had never thought you were ever going to be in control.

your thighs burned as you lifted yourself up for the third time, refusing to look at anakin's smirking face at your restlessness. you nearly felt bad for anakin in the moment, you didn't even realize how much hard work went into being in charge.

you don't have nearly as much stamina as anakin does, and it showed through your now shaky thighs and unstable strokes of your hips. "goin' a bit slow baby, are we getting tired already?" you didn't even have to look at him to see the cocky smile on his face. not ready to admit to him that you were wrong, an idea popped in your head.

you felt him twitch inside of you as you sat balls deep on his cock, rocking forward so there was no part of his dick that wasn't buried in you. he snapped his head your way, parting his lips softly and taking a deep breath. you didn't move for what felt like hours, which in reality was only a few seconds, your walls squeezing him nearly out of you.

"oh so you want to play dirty bunny?" he asked, moving his hands quickly to your ass and landing a sharp smack to your skin before kneading the area. "i don't know what your talking about ani." you stated, trying not to show how close you were to moving so you didn't explode from pleasure.

"god, you're such a fucking brat" he spat, taking your wrist in his hand and twisting your arm so it was behind your back, pushing your body so you were now laying on his chest. you let out a moan as he started slamming into you at a ruthless pace, his strokes deep and uncontrolled.

"is this what you wanted angel? for me to lose my fucking mind?" he asked, knowing in your mushy state that you couldn't give him an answer that wasn't unintelligible babbles or moans. he took his free hand and grabbed your chin, lifting your head up so you had to look at his face as he fucks you.

he watched you flutter your eyes shut, biting your lip and going limp in his arms. he knew that face. you were about to cum, and hard. "come on baby, give it to me. you got it, i got you" he chanted, his strokes turning sloppy as he was nearly at his breaking point.

"atta girl, that's my pretty girl" he sighed as you came around him, falling into his body as you felt his load empty out into you. "a-ani" you whimpered, coming down from your immense high as you both made no move to let his dick slip out of you. "yeah baby?" he answered, wiping your hair away from your face softly.

"i love you" you spoke. he smiled down at you, god you were just so sweet, especially after he just destroyed you on his cock. "I love you too princess. did so good for me, always do" letting out a content sight as he kissed the crown of your head, you heard his voice again.

"hey baby?" he asked, running his hands up and down your back with a soft touch. you hummed at his question, inviting him to speak.

"never ask to be in fucking charge again, or you won't like what will happen next."

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker imagine

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arminsumi · 8 months

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slow down, i'm not going anywhere

g. satoru + fem reader

note : i cooked up something for my man. my yummy lovely bb boy 🥰 just had brainrot for car sex with him. if u want more car sex w gojo then here's this post i made a while back !! anyways i am working on a cult leader suguru fic and it's proving so difficult to write i almost wanna trash it lol✌️

summary — some yummy car sex ft. your overstimmed bf and his pretty muscles

warnings — 🔞 minors don't read/interact, smut / 18+ content, not proofread, car sex, pwp, overstim., nicknames (kitten, baby, slut), creampie + unprotected sex + c*m/creampie visuals, kinda sub gojo but also dom??, delicious dirty talk 🙏

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

... just thinking about gojo's muscles flexing and twitching when he's overstimmed.

his hair is ruffled at the back as it presses into the headrest. the car light would illuminate his features better if it weren't for the steamy haze of sex in the air.

you've got a good view of those tensing abs since his shirt is sloppily split open to reveal them to you. the base of his shirt is getting soaked in your juices. and his breathing is ragged as you ride out another orgasm on his lap. your hand rests on his abdomen, fingers feeling the dips of his muscles as they tense up while. he can feel his thighs shudder under you, dick numb with pleasure to the point where he can't focus on anything else but that feeling you're giving him.

gojo loves it when you admire his body, it makes him feel loved. makes him feel special. fuels his ego till it pops but he's too blissed out and overstimmed to be cocky now.

your eyes and hands roam his pecks. his abs. the contours of his body. the dips n curves. you feel his muscular thighs supporting your heavy bounces.

his physique looks so pretty when it's tensing up, and his face is even prettier — his forehead is beading with sweat, his eyes are lidded so much that you're sure he can't see through them right now, his cheeks are damp and his lips are puffy and red from the erotic, hyper make out session that preceded this even more erotic, hyper lap riding session.

"you always make such a mess of me, baby..." he says in a low, strained voice.

you can hear the effect of so many orgasms in his words, he sounds like he's just exhausted himself at the gym.

"c-can't think straight with those hips on top of mine, haha." he tries to laugh, then hisses when you bounce too fast up and down. he grabs for your curves, moaning, restraining your movements with that exciting strength.

"ahhhh tha-that feels too good, kitten, slow down a bit." he begs lightly.

his cock is so sensitive, and you've got it tightly wrapped up in your gummy walls; he can feel you pulse through every orgasm. feel you shudder each time his cock beats into a sweet spot. it drives him nuts, that milking sensation of your contracting walls, it feels like you're pulling on his soul.

when you whimper weakly against his sweaty forehead, mouth pressing to his skin, "but it feels good..." and roll your hips at a faster pace contrary to his needs, he lets out the most erotic, high-pitched noise you've ever heard a man make.

"sh—iiiit baby! hah... hah... slow down, i'm not going anywhere. w-we've got time, don't needa rush. 'promise i'm not goin' anywhere, not when your pussy feels this good." he struggles to look at you through his lidded eyes. his lashes look so pretty up close, especially in this dim light; there's nothing but abyssal black night outside the car. the radio is turned down low, the squelching sex sounds easily drown out any noise coming through the speakers.

your boyfriend looks so exhausted from cumming inside you three times by now. so you give into his wishes, though it felt good to have his cock beating that deep sweet spot inside of you. slow, swirling rolls of your hips, grinding grinding grinding until he groans and tilts his head off to the side in pure pleasure. the two of you relish that sloppy sound of frothed up cum. it cakes at his base. it feels so delicious that he wishes he could pull his phone out to snap a pic to save into his private little folder titled my baby's designer pussy :)💗

"oh my god... that's it... fuck, feel me there? yeah? feel all that cum, too baby? so fucking nasty... " he groans.

and he moans dramatically. because gojo is such a performer; a real dramatic sex star.

after those hard hits and enduring his sensitivity, slow sensual strokes are just what he needs to tip over. his cock feels raw, pure pleasure pulsing through it like electricity. and you feel raw, too. it almost hurts to squeeze your gummy walls around him. he always stretches you so good, regardless of how tight you are on that day.

"baby... cum with me." he commands, a glimpse of dominance showing in his demeanor after he was acting so docile for so long under your hips.

and getting filled by gojo? it's more delicious than anything.

thick, creamy. his cum smells pungent, it squirts out into your pussy and just spills right out because he fucked your hole too loose, and runs down his cock right along that thumping vein. a sweet fresh load adding to the rest of those nasty, gooey white releases.

he chuckles after cumming, and pants and heaves right against your ear. your bodies are just melted together, sticky and sweaty. he likes feeling as if he's glued to your body.

he notices you digging your nails into his biceps for stability, feeling a rush at the sensation. "y-you're so pretty when you cum and shake for me..." he murmurs against your cheek, nose grazing your skin. he means that. you really are so pretty. and not like the textbook definition; but like an otherworldly goddess.

and you act as kind as one, treating him not as if he's a god but like he's just your precious baby boy. he loves that. he needs it. that comforting voice calms him down after cumming so hard in your pussy, and that soothing hand on his cheek gives him shivers of happiness.

"fuck... 'needa... pull it out... hnnn..." it's always funny when he pulls out with a — pop — and you see him wince at the slight overstim. his cockhead always gets a fright when squeezing out of that tight entrance.

"how the hell am i gonna drive home with all this cum over my pants haha... you made a fucking mess on my dick, baby. look at all that cream..." he laughs, looking down between the two of you. both of your clothes are soaked right through. the windows are steamed up.

"sorry..." you mumble with a small smile, feeling a bit drunk off the pleasure that the two of you shared these past two hours in his car.

your eyes glaze over his chest; it's pretty when it's heaving heavy like that. with sweat running down the middle dip of his abs. and the sheen of your juice smeared on his v-line. snowy white pubes creeping up cutely to make a happy trail.

"you're so pretty, satoru." you murmur admiringly, voice shaky after such a long session in his car.

his heart flutters. but his response is cheeky, masking how shy he truly felt at such a tender compliment. "oh yeah? 'well if you think i'm pretty you should see my girlfriend. she's hot as hell."

you roll your eyes and get off his lap. he frowns then laughs, "aw no, i thought you were gonna straddle me while i drive home..." and he'd started the engine, you felt the rumble in your thighs. it's funny, a hunk of muscle like him sitting in a muscle car.

"i'm pretty sure that's a safety hazard..." you chuckle lowly.

he rolls his eyes and nods. "yeah yeah. mmm baby wait. come here, let me kiss you — thanks for riding me so good. you fuck me up like no one else, you know. 'n in my car too... heh... scandalous lil' slut."

he pecks your lips, the savory taste and lip-locking sound pleases his senses.

and the poor man. he has to drive home with cum-soaked pants. but it's worth it. the next time he sits in his car to go somewhere, he smiles when he finds your lacy panties still tangled around the gear shift. seeing them makes his mind race with the memory of this night and how hard you rolled those hips against him. it gets him bricked up, yes, and he maybe has to jerk himself off in his car before actually driving otherwise he'll be heading down the highway with a boner sticking up in his face.

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sherewrytes · 1 month

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Ms. Good Grip

Inspired by this song

If you know you know. If you don't know how you know. Wanted to drop a fic with a more Caribbean inspo.

C.W : smut, Caribbean dialect, overstimulation, Caribbean black reader. Dom ony. Y/N be actin out

Your fav cousin wedding reception was in full swing. Drinks pouring, shots passing, weed smoke in the air all elders already left. You knew your boyfriend Ony wasn't used to Caribbean style parties. The pacing was completely from the usual parties he's used to. He was faded and tipsy, hands gripping your hips catching every whine you threw his way. You were completely bent over, if it wasn`t for your updo your hair would be touching the floor with how far you were bent over. You both took a break from dancing to get some drinks and more food before everyone's greedy ass ate it all up.

The song changed to Alkaline's on Fleek. As soon as you heard,

Whooo gyal yo pum, pum Gyal, yuh pum pum, Gyal, yuh pum pum on fleek.

You joined your other wild ass cousins in the dance circle and began whining. You made sure to position yourself right in front of Ony. You were secretly putting on all this show for him. All the weed and drinks had you wanting him. He looked so good in his semi casual fit You whined slowly at first slowly going lower to match the intro of the song staring him dead in his eyes while he smoked a joint with a bottle of Stag beer in his hand. His shades resting slightly lower on his nose. You watch him beckon you over with a finger, but you ignored him only because you loved riling him up at times, it makes the sex better.

You felt a hand grip your waist; you knew instantly it wasn't Ony's, but you decided to give the guy a lil dance. You cousin Shanice side eyed know mothing " Aye, you always lookin' for problems. You know how Ony's gonna react." You laughed saying "Oh well, small thing."

(Small thing- Trini slang for No big deal)

You heard the Dj scratch and the song changed to Spice's Jim Screechie

You were singing the song loud and clear while throwing it back on the random guy.

"And your gyal a watch you hard, but me no matter that Hold me tight and don't let me go Whine with me and me a whine with you"

You were giving him a wicked whine knowing for a fact that kinda whining is reserved for Ony but you thought "Oh well." The guy had one hand on your hips pulling you back against his hips while almost dry fuckin you on the makeshift dance floor. You felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you. You looked up and saw it was Ony pulling you off the makeshift dance floor away from everyone.

"You got me fucked up; you know that. Are you goin out of your head or sum." Ony said his voice gruff with annoyance. You on the other hand were turned on by hearin' him this way. You smirked "It's just a dance Ony. I know you're suffering from not accustom. You bein' a black American I know you won't know much about my culture and shit."

You watch Ony's eye widen with annoyance "Oh really, you really wanna go that route with me. Imma give you a last chance to take that shit back." You rolled your eyes and giggled. "Still just a lil dance Ony." You attempted to walk away big mistake.

You knew it was your fault you were now in this situation. Your hands pressed and pinned against the toilet door with your back arched. Ony was feeding deep, hard strokes. You had to way to move, one of his hands pinned your hands against the door while the other was between your spread thighs rubbing your clit.

You felt your wetness run down your thigh, you were making a mess of yourself. You were coming again. You were pleading with him to take it easy on you "Ony 'm sor-sorry...please I can't"

"Nah, you can't, you weren't whining out there on him like you couldn't so nah you gon' take this dick. It's what you wanted right."

You were panting, moaning moaning his name as fucked you harder. You were now pressed against the door, his hand now pressed against the side of your neck. Between the hard slaps of his hips against yours and the song blaring in the background, you were losing your mind. You came twice already and feeling the third one fast approaching. He was rubbing your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out faster than you realized. Your lust filled sobs were shaking your body and his, it only made him want to fuck you harder.

"Ony! Ony! Ouuu fuck I'm sorry 'm sorry please please please slow down." He stopped only to turn you over so you can be face to face as he lifted you up and pinned your back against the door again. You were both face to face. Ony's eyed still red from smoking.

"You always tryna test me and push me Y/N huh. You don't fuckin listen....actin up and showin out for WHO. that dude..playin' too much."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your stomach clenched, you saw Ony smirk and slid his hand between both of your bodies and press down on your stomach. Your eyes widen while tears brimmed the corner. "Ouuu fuck! shit Ony..didn't mean to do it. why you fuckin me like this."

Ony tried to reign in his anger but her couldn't he felt it coming back, only pushing him to thrust deeper and harder "Don't play dumb with me Y/N you know I'm actin' like this."

Between Ony tearin your shit up and the music thumping in the background, you were close to another orgasm, tears now running down your face. Ony's hips practically pinning you between him and the door. Ony leaned in and kissed your tears away.

Ony finds your silence a bit annoying. After what felt like minutes, his hand gripped your throat. Through your teary eyes you could see you pushed Ony a bit to far but then again he knew how you were. He loved you for it.

Ony felt your body shivering against his. He kept feeding you deep, hard strokes which you were sure if the music wasn't loud as fuck everyone could hear. He felt his vexation simmering in his veins.

"Ony..please..I love you. I...Ony!" you pleaded. Ony rolled his eyes tired of hearing the same things over and over again come out of your mouth.

"Nah, love me, that's crazy Y/N. Do you really love me Y/N?" "I do Ony! I do. I won't do this shit again I swear...just.."

You were gripping around his dick so tightly he could feel his balls twitching and he fucked you against the door harder. He knew you loved pushing his buttons as much as you loved him. he wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, trying to go deep as he possibly can. You were so overstimulated you were shaking while pressed between the door and him.

"Fuck Y/N you're squeezin' me Gonna nut" you felt him fill you up groaning into your ear. You knew the amount he just came in you would leak out.

Ony sat you on the bathroom counter, helped you clean up then he cleaned up himself. You cleaned your face with make up wipes you had in your bag and reapplied your make up Ony smirked "You gon behave now my love" "Yes Ony I will"

You went back out the wedding party holding hands and smiling.

#black tumblr #aot onyankopon #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #black reader #aot x reader #aot x you #aot smut #aot scenarios

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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jj is so funny because he doesn’t even pick up on half the looks you’re giving him.

he’s always oblivious for a little while, tugging you around with him on a pogue mission only a few hours after he made you cream on his dick so hard you cried. you’re quiet, uncharacteristically so — not even intervening like you usually would when he pipes up with a dumb idea. you physically can’t. you can’t see any of his faults like this, only latching on harder to his charisma and the way he can command the groups attention at the drop of a hat.

you’ll take any excuse to touch him, giving him the big doe eyes as you cling to his bicep listening to him ramble. “look, i’m tellin’ you guys — it’s a solid idea. we got nothin’ else so i suggest y’all listen to me, honestly.” he clucks in that slightly southern accent that makes your tummy get warm. john b sighs, turning his attention to you.

“you allowing this?” he asks and you simply nod, unable to offer anything but a hazy smile.

when arriving to the abandoned building you were meant to be investigating, you get separated for a little bit — much to your devastation. you wait outside on look out with kie and sarah, whilst the boys check out the inside. jj flips a torch in his hand, chipper as ever as he strolls through the building, looking around.

his two friends eye eachother before speaking up.

“so, uh… jayj, i hate to be the one to tell you that you’re totally blind, but i think your little fangirl out there has been craving a little something from you.” john b arrives at his side, addressing the elephant in the room that the blonde seemed unaware of.

“what are you yappin’ about, dude?” jj is distracted, lifting a cover off some old tools lying around on the floor, making a mental note of how they might help them in a jam.

“your girlfriend looks like she’s constantly about to jump your bones.” pope calls bluntly from behind, a few strides back. jj’s attention is captured and he blinks at the two boys who stare at him with knowing smiles. he glances between the two of them before shaking his head.

“oh, nah — gave it to her real good this morning. had her cryin’ on it n’shit. ain’t no way she’s goin’ again, atleast until tomorrow.” he converses casually as they continue down the creaky path. john b and pope look at eachother with clear realisation on their faces, and the brunette slaps his shoulder.

“so that’s what that face is about… okay. she’s uh… dickmatised, man.” he presses his lips together in a smug smile and jj raises an eyebrow.

“cant just make up words, dude. its not fair. some of us struggle with regular words let alone that bullshit.”

“look, all we’re saying is we are proud of you jj. you’ve clearly been putting in the work.” pope teases making john b chuckle, nudging his arm against your boyfriends.

“y’all are so weird. but yes, for a matter of fact, i have.”

once reunited with you, he can’t hold back his own smirk, tonguing at the healing cut on his lip at the way you agree with just about anything he says, constantly reaching to run your hands along his skin. he finds fun in teasing you, purposely flustering you because he can, turning his whole body to face you and imposing in your space.

“damn, lil’ bitta’ dick and you get shy on me? thats actually very cute. i’m flattered.”

maybe you could go again, after all.

#jj maybank prompt #it’s this gif…… it does things to me

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headcanonenthusiast · 5 months

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Simon Riley NSFW headcanons

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone inbetween, here he is. Here's the extremely popular man himself, Simon Riley.

I know how much people thirst over Ghost, and even though I personally don't he's a character I absolutely adore. Hoping I can do him justice with this one ❤

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut

-Don't really think he has the highest libido in the world.

-When he is in the mood, though, you're not sleeping that night.

-Have you seen the way this man talks? He's pretty confident in his looks. And he totally sprinkles that confidence into intercourse.

-"Look at tha', not even in you yet and you're already blushin."

-This is so random, but I feel like rainy nights get him in the mood.

-Its probably because you're less likely to go anywhere while the weather's bad. In his mind, as long as the weather isn't the best, he's got you glued to the bed for the night.

-"Where you goin, luv? Weather's nasty today."

-And no matter what excuse you give, his head will tilt slightly and he'll give the smallest smirk imaginable.

-"But it's so cold out. Wouldn't ya rather spend some time with me? The bed's nice n' warm."

-His grip on your hips is tight, so tight he usually leaves marks on accident.

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard.

-Not the most vocal in bed, but he does grunt a lot.

-Not much of a talker, either, but depending on what you're into, he'll throw out the occasional praise or degrading word.

-"There we go, atta boy/girl. Hold still f'me."

-During sex, his eyes are locked on you, but not specifically on your face. He keeps his focus on your cock/pussy as he touches it.

-Expects your eyes to be on him the whole time, however. Does not want you to look away, even for a second.

-"Eyes on me, darlin'. Don't you look away, now."

-"Good girl/boy. Much better."

-Good with his fingers, and he knows it.

-Will totally finger/jerk you off with your back against his bare chest, his lap as your very own seat while he does so.

-"Christ, your legs are shaking. My fingers feel good, don't they?"

-His strokes are deep, and usually not terribly fast nor too slow. It's a good middle-ground that doesn't tire either of you immediately but is still satisfying.

-A big fan of pulling your hair if it's longer (consensually ofc, consent is important af yall).

-Something that really turns him on is the way his hand is able to completely cover yours. Enjoys moving a hand from your hip to your hand, giving it a few tight squeezes.

-And those squeezes aren't just him doing them because he wants to, he actually uses it as a non-verbal way to say "I love you", because like I said earlier, not very vocal.

-And he always does that at least once during sex. But sometimes he'll forget to do it, so he'll squeeze your hand as you're falling asleep, just to remind you of the fact he loves you.

-Is obsessed with painting your dick/pussy/ass with his cum. Your lips, too, when you give him a blowjob.

-When he's finished, you can see the way his body relaxes. It's like he's suddenly won the lottery and he no longer has back pain after sex.

-Aftercare isn't anything extraordinary, but he figures you need alone time after sex, so, unless requested, the shower is all yours for however long you want it.

-Also, he's not an asshole. Its not like he'd suddenly act distant after sex or anything, it's just that he knows you can take care of yourself. That's why he waits for you in bed, allowing his chest to become a pillow for your head to rest on.

-Now, Simon has never really been able to fall asleep super quickly, but after sex he passes right out.

-And it's not even because the act exhausted him, either. He just has this odd sense of contentment after being with you that lulls him into a more eased mindset, which is very difficult for him to get.

-In other words, he feels much more fulfilled with you by his side. And he'll be sure to thank you the next morning, chin on your shoulder while he gently squeezes your hand.

That was fun to write! Even though I'm not attracted to Ghost like everyone else reading this post is, he's still up there on my fav COD characters list.

Let me know who I should do next!

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hearts4chriss · 3 months

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Pour it up.

Cocky! Chris x Poc! Stripper reader

prompt: Chris is a regular, he always comes to the club with his bestfriend Nathan and notices you once again and makes a move but is very cocky and you don’t take that lightly ( wearing the bottom right )

Part 6

warnings: sub! Chris, deep throating, riding, degrading, overstimulation, bondage, face riding, use of pet names ( good boy, ma, princess, sweetheart, baby boy, baby, mama ), basically giving this man the time of his life

It was around maybe 9:58 when I started getting ready to go out and preform, that was until my manager came in.

“Hey girl ur mans heree.” She smirked leaning against my locker, the cigarette smoke lingering from her lips.

“he is not. My man.” I roll my eyes finding an outfit and a pair of boots.

“Girl he’s ONLY here for you I bet, he’s gonna make a move and come on he’s really fucking hot.” She says puffing some smoke I chuckle and shake my head

the thin red spaghetti strap top, letting my tits sit perfectly and than the bottoms were a red thong hugging curves showing off my tattoos more than usual and my fishnet stockings and red boots just about did it, with a tough of lip gloss, I brushed my weave and I was ready.

“Okay girlll I see you. Anyway get ready you got two minutes.” She pats my shoulder and I throw on my boots and fix my hair and get ready to go out on stage.

I happen to peak out and there the motherfucker was, this time, hanging around some random guy he probably had no idea who they were as he wasn’t speaking to them drinking probably Pepsi or some shit I don’t know. I roll my eyes

The club was packed, I was bound to make a little over 2 grand tonight with how I was dressed, I was a favourite.

Soon enough the song “pour it up” by Rihanna comes on and that’s when I began strutting out slowly and seductively to the stage as the cash was already being thrown.

Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out) Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out (ball out) Throw it up, throw it up (throw up) Watch it all fall out (fall out)

The amounts of cash fled below my feet as I swayed my hips side to side making my way to the front of the runway and there he was.

Chris Pov

i watched as she walked down the stage in that sexy and tight-ass outfit. fuck she looks so damn good. She doesn't even know my name and God she's hot- the way her hips swayed on the stage and her boots effortlessly walking in them with no issue. Her thigh tattoo leading to her ass looked so good in the dim lights, only on her. She looked perfect. Her tits nearly spilling out of that nonexistent top. fuck I was hard. I just wanted to take her right now and ruin her. or her ruin me. Fuck either way i'm making a move tonight.

Pour it up, pour it up (pour up) That's how we ball out

Strip club and dollar bills I still got more money

I made my way to the pole walking around it before stopping and swiveling seductively down the pole my ass out front for everyone as the cash landed on my ass some pervs sticking it in my thong freaks.

I grind my ass on the pole my hands in my hair running them down my breasts to my knees doing a squat spreading my legs watching every guys eye drop to betwen my thighs.

Patron shots, can I get a refill? I still got more money

Chris Pov

fuck I swore I was gonna cum in my pants when she spread her legs and twerked literally in front of me. I groan feeling my dick press against my jeans trying to not make my boner so prominent but fuck this girl is hot. and fuck the stage flooded with so much damn money but I was going to give her way more than that.

I continue my act still gaining everyone's attention, catching the boy in my eyes as I twerked in front of him, and fuck my manager was right, he's hot. as. fuck. His eyes were blue I could get lost in them, his hair wasn't too long nor short. His jawline, Id sit my ass on his face anyday. So yeah, im gonna give him a little show.

Strippers goin' up and down that pole And I still got more money Four o'clock and we ain't going home 'Cause I still got more money Money make the world go ‘round

I do an inside leg hang on the pole and that's when upside down I saw the boy throw money I looked down and did a split and saw a couple hundred dollar pills. I smirk at him place them in my bra and finish up my act.

Once I finished I got ready to get ready to get off stage the boy comes up to me and stops me.

“Hey gorgeous”. The boy whispers to me and I turn around and look him up and down

“Hm? ur kinda cute whats ur name”. I say sipping on my water his eyes drawn to my body covered in a sheen layer of sweat.

“Chris. the brunette haired boy smirks down at me confidently

“I bet I could give you the time of ur life.” He whispered in my ear his hand playing with my stockings and I chuckle.

“I wouldn't be so confident you dont even know me.” I look him up and down and he raises an eyebrow.

“hm. I don't see why not? why don't you give me a private show, I'll pay you whatever you want”. He whispers in my ear and I back up.

“Pfft”. I roll my eyes

“oh come on sweetheart- your saying you don't think we'd have a good time?” His eyes lock with mine, I look down at his jeans his boner sticking out like a sore thumb, fuck now I had to help him.

“250, thats what I charge”. I hold my hand out and he slaps a fat stack of 100s in my hand and my eyes widen.

“Ugh, come on.” I roll my eyes pulling him in the back upstairs in the private room unlocking it and pushing him in locking the door putting the cash on the table.

I contacted my manager to put the cash I earned in the bag in my locker.

“so? you ready to feel like a princess?” the boy smiles devilishly approaching me and I roll my eyes and push him on the bed.

“uh uh this is my job you'll do what I say got it?” I say seriously gripping his neck

“and besides I think you need some help”. I smirk whispering dangerously low in his ear rubbing my hand over his jeans watching him buck his hips into it.

I reach under the bed grabbing a box opening it pulling out a red vibrator. just to match my outfit

The boys eyes widened

“You gonna make me watch you?” He questioned watching me turn it on and I shook my head crawling on the bed in front of him

“no, i'm gonna use it on your pretty dick”. I smirk pulling his jeans and boxer off fuck he was so big

“mm not bad.” i chuckle holding him in my hands squeezing a bit rubbing the red tip with my thumb as he began to squirm

“Aw whats wrong? not so confident are you?” I said mocking him and he groaned

“F-fuck- “he stuttered and I placed the vibrator on his tip and his eyes shot up and he moaned out.

I used my other hand to play with his balls as my tongue licked up chris's throbbing veins on his cock, he was already falling apart.

“mmph FUCK!” the boy cries out and I press the vibrator further on his tip and he cries out louder.

“You poor thing, so fucking needy.” I chuckle confidenly turning off the vibrator beginning to deep throat his lengthy cock.

“O-oh fuck- s-shit ma!” Chris moans his hand tugging my hair squelching sounds forming as salvia dribbles down my chin already from his dick being fat as fuck in my mouth.

The way my plump lips fit around him was fucking perfect, he was so fucking big and fit inside my mouth, his moans were so deep and hot.

“SHIT- baby- fuck you suck me so good-“ he groans stuttering over his words his chest heaving as I felt his dick twitch already from how hard he had been.

“Such a fucking slut jesus.” I roll my eyes and he whines helplessly before removing my mouth feeling twitch

“Come on baby cum for me all over my pretty face.” I breath out whispering in his ear before sticking tongue out as he cums on it and letting the rest drip down too my tits.

He thought it was done? I smirk before using this as advantage to tie his wrists to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” he pants.

“Oh you'll see. You wanted to be a needy whore, im gonna treat you like one.” I said removing my thong and stockings before hovering my wet pussy above his face.

“Fuck- ur so wet-“ chris groans practically drooling at the sight above him.

“Yeah? ur about to have all of it in ur dirty mouth”. I smirk before resting my ass on his face, his tongue quickly getting to work.

“ugh fuck chris- just like that”. I moan out grinding on his face as he nuzzles his face further into my pussy licking every drop.

fuck he was so good- its like he knew my body like the back of his hand, his tongue was nothing i've ever felt before, it was damn good. But fuck no im not telling him that.

I felt him tug at the restraints as he groaned, chris's nose rubbing against my clit his plush lips on my cunt dripping over him.

“Fuck fuck yes-baby- such a good boy”- I pull the boys hair feeling my stomach cave in at his touch, his tongue tracing all my sensitive spots.

“mmph fuck- make me cum baby boy- “I arch my back resting my asscheeks further on his face and he squirmed and I chuckled as he began to struggle.

“Not so much to say now huh.” I taunt but moan in response holding the headboard as my stomach heated up

“Oh fuckk! yes- im so close chris!” my cries filled his ears feeling his face push even further in my ass as I felt myself cream his face quickly as I breathed heavily.

I climb down below sitting on his chest taking in the beautiful mess he was in front of me, his face covered in my cum was perfect.

“Oh your tired? thats cute.” I chuckle before straddling him positioning myself on his cock and he whimpers feeling my ass meet his pelvis

“I-mmph fuck- I-cant-“ chris whines and I roll my eyes shaking my head

“I dont give a fuck you needy slut you asked for this”. I said firmly beginning to bounce on his dick seeing his fallen eyes watch his cock disappear inside me.

“Fuck chris ur so big- shit-“ I moan breathing out as he fit inside me perfectly like puzzle pieces.

I grabbed his neck continuing to ride him forcing him to look at me, his face tear stained cheeks from the now overstimulation and the neediness he'd been begging for me, for days now.

“mmph- mama- I-f-fuck”- the boy choked on his own words and I smirked and chuckled darkly gridning my hips on his dick.

“aw slut whats wrong? cant take it? be a good boy and you'll cum got it?” I said and he nodded.

I smirked and pulled away bouncing once again, his thick cock filling my pussy perfectly as I watched him become an absolute mess below me, pathetic honestly but it was cute.

“O-oh fuck baby boy making me feel so good with ur dick-“ I praise and throw my head back watching the brunette squirm below me as my ass slaps against his thighs loudly, almost taking him out.

“SHIT MA! S-so fucking good”- he groans and whines leave his mouth.

“Yeah? you like how I use you like this? fucking you so good you can't think? hm?” I mock tilting my head swiveling my hips on him and he groans.

“Y-yes- mmph- fuck I love it- please I need to cum-“ he cries helplessly sobbing at his needed orgasm.

“I know baby almost there- fuck- cum with me yeah?” I said and he nodded and I began riding him once again his eyes widening at me slamming down on him again

“FUCK FUCK”! chris screams his head falling onto the pillows and I breath heavily with him my hands digging into his thighs and he winces.

“So close baby boy- fuck make me cum again so fucking good to me-“ I moan biting my lip slightly and at this point chris can hardly take it so I speed up to make him finish faster

“mmmhmp FUCK IM GONNA-“ Chris cries out again before shooting his thick load onto my walls and I cum soon after him slowing my movements sliding off his dick.

“Fuck Chris”I sigh deeply going into the bathroom grabbing some wipes and water bottles and untying his wrists.

I take a good look at him and smirk.

Chris was fucked, the tears really got me and how fucked out he looked, just from me, his lips, chin and neck had my cum on it from when i rode his face and his legs a bit shaky from the orgasm he just had.

I kiss his forehead and I wipe him off.

“Fuck- that was amazing”- he pants sitting up looking at me.

“Im glad you enjoyed it.”I chuckle.

“O-oh wait I have something for you, can you hand me my jeans?” He speaks and I raise an eyebrow giving them to him feeling them a bit heavy.

He goes in the left pocket handing me two stacks of 100s and I swore I could scream

“Some extra for my favourite girl.” He smirks

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eyesxxyou · 4 months

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Hello ik your reqs are on hold BUT I LOVE YOUR HOBIE FICS SO MUCHHDHSH IMAGINE READER JUST SUCKING HIM OFF WHILE HOBIE GIVES THE READER HEADPATS/HEADSRATCHES ITS TMSNDJSKSMX

The idea has been rotting in my brain

❝ darlin' ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader

❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞ oral (hobie receiving), sappy Hobie, praise, head scratchs, forehead kisses just a lovely little fic

“You got i’, darlin’, breath through ya nose.” Hobie settled his hand on the back of your head, his other on the bed behind him to lean on. You were settled between his legs, your lips wrapped around the girth of his cock, taking him till your gag reflex prevented you from taking him any further.

Tears dribbled down your cheeks, your eyes looking up at him with the intent to please. Drool slicked down the length of Hobie's cock, the flat of your tongue tracing a thick vein along the underside. You simply wanted to please him, your throat constricting every time he slid into the tight pocket of your it, holding you there with the slightest amount of pressure before letting you go, coughing.

“Yer doin’ so good f’me, darlin’.” Hobie scratched the back of your head, cooing at your desperation. He offered a lighthearted smile and your feeble attempt to take him deeper, only for you to start choking on him. Was it an ego boost? Yeah, of course. Did he think you were cute for trying? Also of course. You were fucking adorable.

He kept scratching the back of your head, lightly, tenderly, beautifully. “So good, fuck~ keep goin, jus’ like tha'.” Hobie let his eyes flutter slightly and he sighed out a moan. He kept you bobbing your head, kept you on his dick, sucking like it was your favorite flavor of lolli.

Sure, maybe you were a bit inexperienced, maybe you didn't know the best way to give him the most pleasure. But Hobie guided you tenderly. He told you to lick up the underside of his shaft, from his balls to the tip where he wept precum like tears. Every moan kept you going, every lick sent shivers down the length of his spine.

He petted your head softly with a tender praise and you purred with satisfaction, humming around his cock with his tip smearing pre against the soft inner flesh of your cheeks. “Yer so good t’me. So good, darlin’. C'mere.”

Hobie tugged you up slightly by your hair, his other hand coming to grab your chin. You looked up at him with those glossy eyes he adored so much, lips wet and a little swollen from taking him for so long.

Hobe leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your forehead, his nails scratching slightly at the nape of your neck. “Ya looked so pretty down there, I jus’ had t’do sum ‘bout i’.” His pecked your head again before letting you return to your task.

You let him slide back into your mouth, once hand on your chin and the other on your head to keep you still.

“Jus’ be a darlin’ ‘n keep still.”

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months

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corrupt!Satoru refuses to let go of his little sorcerer girlfriend when he becomes a vessel: Sure things have changed a bit.. Okay, a fucking lot. He's been put on a temporary leave by Yuji and the others till they can figure out a reverse. Which unfortunately for you means he's got all that time in the world to focus on your guy's relationship. "Y/n!" The unanticipated shout of your name almost makes you jump out your fuckin skin, quickly scarfing down a scolding hot piece of bacon so you don't choke. Dammit, you thought you could enjoy a nibble of breakfast before having to appease your master boyfriend. You pray to any God with a heart that Satoru wasn't too pissed at you for not being by his side when he awoke. From the goosebumps creeping down your neck and eerily sudden silence surrounding you, it's an obvious useless hopeless wish. "Why the fuck weren't you next to me when I woke up? Did I not say havin you by my side at all time keeps me from becoming.. Murderous?" The sudden presence and growled query compels you to spin around, starin up at him with wide frightened eyes. He's shirtless, gazing back with an unreadable expression as his magnificent morning wood bulges obscenely. "T-toru, I -" His hand damn near teleports to hold you firm around your slender brown neck. "Know what? I don't really feel like hearin whatever pathetic excuse is about to fall from those cute lips, baby. On your knees." He tells you, pushin you down with one hand while pullin his dick from his dark grey joggers with the other. You comply, eyes teary at how he glares down at you menacingly. "Better not disappoint me twice this morning, y/n. No tellin what I might do.." He warns, head falling back as he slips his dick into your mouth with a sinister smile on his pretty face.

corrupt!Gojo monitors the fuck outta who you talk to and where you go: If he can't have you near him 24/7, he NEEDS to know 1. Where you're goin; 2. Who's gonna be there; and 3. When the fuck you're comin home to him. "You're late. Fuck are you, little girl?" You're never gonna get used to the snarl that consistently stains his tone, even when he's not irritated. You're late coming back from what was supposed to be research on a curse, so Satoru calls you. "Just by a few minutes. I'll be there soon." You assure him, pullin your cell from your cheek briefly to check the time. "I didn't ask how late you are; I asked where you were." You don't waste a second droppin a pin. There's a bit of shuffling over the phone before he speaks again. "I'm on my way to pick you up. Stay where you are. Better be alone like you said, y/n." The line clicks dead as you heave a heavy sigh, makin sure not move an inch till you see Satoru pull up.

corrupt!Satoru doesn't do well with anyone besides himself being mean to you: Slamming your front door shut upon entering, you stomp towards your bedroom as tears of frustration leak from your eyes. You don't make it past the couch in the living room before Satoru's sittin down on it, perching you in his lap. "Who fuckin did it, baby? Huh? Tell me! I'll rip their fuckin head off." His gruesome words don't match the soft imploring look in his piercing eyes; you miss that look so much that the truth spills from your lips without a thought. "I thought I'd make it to Grade 2 today.. It didn't happen. They brought in someone new. Some jerk that failed me cause I wouldn't let him touch me." Your hands slap over your mouth, the last sentence accidentally comin out before you can think. That unreadable expression graces his features before you end up face down in the couch, panties swiftly pulled to your thighs as he eats your poor unsuspecting lil puss from the back. "What the fuuuuuck? Toru, ah! S-satoru, wait. Please just- ohmyGod!" Ofcourse he ignores you. Slurps ya cunt so good that you cum in under a minute. Only then do you get a response. "Get the fuck up. We're goin back up there. Gonna have a lil chat with Mr. New Guy." He commands you, landing one more lick up your slit and a harsh slap to your ass. You leveled up that day. And Mr. New Guy was gone by the next. Yuji and the others don't bother standing in Satoru's way.

corrupt!Satoru loves marking your body and staking his claim: He doesn't think a day should pass before he's adding a new one to the collection. So he corners you when you're in the kitchen doin the dishes. "Hey gorgeous. Wanna make you cum real quick.." He mumbles, pressin up behind you. His hard cock humps your backside slow and firm as he fingers you through your itty bitty shorts. The first swipe has you poppin your ass back on his dick, keening Satoru's name like a fuckin banshee. "That the spot, princess? Yeah it is.. Know all your spots. Just like Daddy should, huh?" His tone is so cocky but you know better than to disagree and nod to his question anyway. "Yeeees, only you can make me feel like this. Always make me feel so goood, Toru." He soaks in your praise and at this point it's a givin that you've completely abandoned your task. A damp hand slides to the back of his head for a handful of his soft snowy locks as he nips and sucks at your neck. His sensual lips are one of your weaknesses; never fail to make you whimper like a bitch in heat. "Satoruuuuu.. Daddy please. Want some dick.." He chuckles at you, wonderin if you can even handle it- not like that would stop him. Still, your knees are already so you weak he has to hold you up, arms slung around your waist to plaster your back to his front. "Fuck baby, so pretty when you beg for my cock. Look even prettier when you let me claim you like this." Fine, he'll give you what you want. But first.. He pulls his lengthy dick out, your small shorts down, and slips it between your plushy brown ass cheeks. Your boyfriend's eyes nearly cross at the tight warm hold of you. Satoru pants and huffs, quickly starting off with short strokes that numb his mind. "I'm gonna fuck this perfect fat ass one day, y/n. Thats right, and you're not gonna be able to stop me. You can beg and cry and scream all you want.. Mmmfuck- but Daddy's not gonna listen, baby. Not one bit. I'm gonna keep goin till you squirt all over me from the feelin of it." Precum assists him slidin back and forth with ease, but his filthy words aid the throbbing in your clit and flutter in your gushy cunt. You only moan back in response to his dirty admission. Its okay. Satoru knows you always get like this: speechless when you're about to cum. Goddamn you turn him on so fuckin much. He bites at the sensitive spot on your throat, locking his teeth and groaning like a wild man. It makes you clench around his dick, him in turn pressin his digits with an accuracy that forces you to cum so good. "Good fuckin giiiirl, baby! So proud of you. Takin my mark and cummin on my hand- fuuuuuck. I own you, princess." Your quick wordless whines spur him on, fingers still yanking his hair viciously as your arousal spills to the kitchen floor. The sting of the pull has Satoru howling while he cums buckets in you. He's licking messily at the fresh bite on your neck as he smears his nut all over your plump ass. Fuck, you always make him buss so fuckin so hard! He's breathing fast, eyes flickin between where he paints you, your new bite mark and how fucked out you look even though you haven't had his dick yet. Speaking of, why the hell is he still so goddamn rigid? But you.. "You're so fuckin wet.." Satoru spears you on his cock without a second thought, your loud stunned cry makin a warmth shoot up his spine. He doesn't know when your hand joined the other in his hair, just cherishes how tight you grip at him when he fucks the rest of his cock into you. Appreciates and adores any and everything you have to offer. 'Shit.. Guess its time to put a baby in you.' Satoru thinks as he holds you round your waist and drills your lil puss as you shout out in surprised pleasure. Christ, he loves you so fuckin much and he's never letting you go.

corrupt!Satoru In layman's terms: He shows you that he is very fuckin possesive and owns you in every conceivable way.

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spideyhexx · 5 months

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not to be nasty or anything but i wanna fuck coryo on my strap so hard he pees himself

anon, i welcome filth, so don’t worry. this is sending my insanity out the window. And idk if you even wanted this exactly or you were joking but alas.

mdni; tw piss kink (if you don't like it, just don't read it!)

It would be one of those nights where Coryo just needs to let himself go. He's so fucking stressed about all the work he needs to do.

And he had already been working his ass off all day but there was still so much to get done now that he's officially running for office. Nights like these are when little words are spoken at dinner between you two, but the way he leans into your touch and the slight glint of tears in his eyes as he looks at you puts you right in the position you need to be to satisfy him (and yourself).

That's what led Coryo to be on his knees and forearms in bed with you behind him, fucking him with your strap. The dick wasn't even that big, but it was enough for Coryo, especially when he's came twice already. He so badly wanted to just shove his face into the pillow so you wouldn't see his tears, but he knew you liked it. In fact, his face was so wet from his tears, the pillow was already damp.

He really thought you'd let up after he came the second time, the mess beneath him on the bed made him whine in embarrassment but you simply leaned down to kiss his back before fucking your hips into him again. Coryo always had a hard time talking when he was like this, but when he chuckles at your movements, you know this is exactly what he wanted.

Usually when you overstimulated him, it was to make him a mess. You loved seeing him ruin his satin sheets with his cum, his beautiful face splotchy from crying and his hair an absolute mess. This was the case as you thrust into him, his cock still leaking in small dribbles onto the bed, his own hand gripping at his hair to relieve some of the sensitive tension coursing through his body.

Coryo felt the pressure in his bladder after he finished the second time, but he paid no mind to it. He thought you'd slow down as you always did when giving him his last orgasm of the night. Usually, you'd turn him around so you can kiss his face, mumbling, "my pretty boy," as you milked him dry in the most agonizing way possible.

Not tonight though. You're not even sure why, but the sight of how sloppy the possible President of Panem looked on his bed urged you to go harder. It was as though a switch flipped in you and you're gripping his hips tightly, nails surely leaving marks as you pound into him.

Coryo did not seem to mind though. This time, he did push his head into his pillow. "ffffuck," he hisses out, followed by a grunt, "k-keep goin' please, s-so close."

He'd even try to reach a hand down to hold his aching cock, but it was too sensitive to the touch, his own hand starting to shake. You hear him mumble but you can't even make out what he's saying. Coryo knows he's saying absolute nonsense, becoming a blabbering mess.

He hears how heavy you're panting and your voice go soft, "one more for me, okay? I got you," and your hand splayed on his lower back as as you exert whatever energy you got left in you to fuck him silly.

He's spilling onto the bed again before you can even utter another word. It's a smaller load, but it still sends shockwaves throughout his body until the feeling is gone. He's so relaxed, so focused on the way you move the cock in him slower now, your hand rubbing his sweaty back in a soothing manner, he barely realizes that he's starting to piss.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers and moans in relief at the feeling, and he hears your gasp when you notice what's happening. Coryo whines, but spares a glance down at himself, seeing the cum stained sheets beneath him and his piss soak into it as well, creating a puddle at his knees and yours. Coryo surprises himself when he feels the twinge in his stomach and his cock twitch, but he's waiting in silence to hear what you say.

He expects you to pull away and berate him. "Oh my baby, couldn't hold it in?" Your voice sounded like the embodiment of a smirk and Coryo wished he could turn and roll his eyes at you. All he does is nod and your hand is rubbing his back again as he finally finishes relieving himself.

"Why was that hot?" Your laugh is breathy and he lets out a breath himself as you slip out of him, leaning down to kiss the small of his back.

"You're never gonna let me live this down," he mumbles, slowly moving from his position. When you see his face, he's got a small smile.

"Never. Especially since you liked it, you perv." You give his hair a tussle and his cheek a kiss before going off to the bathroom to run a bath for both of you.

Coryo scoffs, trying to act like he didn't but you see through him. You always see through him. So much so, the next time one of these nights comes about, Coryo is asking for it. "Held it in half the day, baby. Think you can fuck me hard enough again?"

let's chat about coryo, here :)

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bisexualiteaa · 1 year

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Them catching you listening to dirty songs 👀

Feat. John "soap" MacTavish, König, Simon "Ghost" Riley

Smutty suggestive themes 18+

John "Soap" MacTavish

Song: Dick by StarBoi3 feat. Doja cat

- You were both on your way to the gym for a good work out, (gym couple goals) when you'd noticed that one of your wireless earbuds had gone missing, but didn't really think anything of it, thinking you must have dropped one on the way out or accidentally left it at home.

- little did you know, Johnny nabbed it when you weren't looking, ever so curious of what you listened to when you were doing your sets and what music motivated you through your workouts.

- he found it rather normal at first, your usual selection of music playing for a bit, so when it played, he was as caught off guard as a deer in headlights. He was weight lifting when he heard the song play, and damn near dropped the weights when he heard it.

- he looked over at you, watching as you worked out your core and legs, mouthing the words as the main chorus hit, hitting your squats to the beat.

"She made some plans on my dick tonight"

"She not with him tonight, she not with Jim tonight"

"She in the gym tonight"

"Workout in that pussy (Ayy)"

"I'm gettin' ripped tonight"

"R.I.P that pussy (Ayy)"

"I'm goin' in tonight"

- his jaw was slack, watching you mouth the words to such a flithy song with a grin on your face, while at the gym of all places, but you were in your own little world.

- when your eyes met his gaze, you were none the wiser, giggling and waving at him happily as he watched you, thinking he was just checking you out or making sure no one was going to try and play moves on you. How could you be so cute and innocent but such a little demon too?

- he definitely needed to steal your earbuds more often, because afterwards, he made sure you made some plans with his dick that night.

König

Song: 34 + 35 by Ariana Grande

- you were all out at the bar drinking together after a rather rough week when the song came on.

- to start, he knew you could sing, you'd been together since before he joined Task Force 141, what he wasn't expecting was you to sing along to a song like this out in public

"Yeah, we started at midnight, go 'til the sunrise"

"Done at the same time"

"But who's counting the time when we got it for life?"

"I know all your favorite spots"

"We can take it from the top"

"You such a dream come true, true"

"Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh"

"Can you stay up all night?"

"Fuck me 'til the daylight"

"34, 35"

"Can you stay up all night?"

"Fuck me 'til the daylight"

"34, 35"

- you sang the whole thing, making the rest of the guys at the table laugh and cheer you on as you sang, seeing as they'd never heard you sing before, let alone a song like this.

- König however? The second he actually added 34 and 35 together in his head, his face burned red, but the fact that you were singing it? Made it so much hotter, and harder to think with the pictures of you doing those things running rampant through his mind.

- "I think that's your que to take her home" Gaz spoke up with a knowing grin, making you chuckle as you watched König sit frozen and looking at you in disbelief.

- you and your comrades took far too much delight in his shy reaction, but when you two made it back home? You both Subtracted the clothes, he divided your legs and helped you add 34+35.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Song: The Summoning by Sleep Token

- you were cooking breakfast when the song came on, usually liking to sing and dance to your music as you cooked.

- Simon was just waking up when he smelled what you were making, and he made it half way down the stairs when your music and the sight of you greeted him.

"Oh, and my love"

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Or are you really here to cut me off?"

"Or maybe just to turn me on"

"'Cause these days"

"I would be lying if I told you that"

"I didn't wish that I could be your man"

"Or maybe make a good girl bad"

"I've got a river running right into you"

"I've got a blood trail, red in the blue"

"Something you say or something you do"

"The taste of the divine"

- he recognized it instantly from one of your nights of shared carnal passion, remembering how you melted at the way he moved his hips in time to the beat.

- he quietly treaded the rest of the way downstairs, his one hand wrapping around your throat as the other sat at your hip as he came up to you from behind, taking you off guard. But in the best possible way of course.

- "playing your favorite song, I see?" He asked, making you chuckle as he turned you around and kissed you.

- it wasn't long until breakfast was long forgotten, left to get cold as he bent you over the counter after replaying the song, pistoning his hips into you to the beat.

- and while breakfast may have grown cold, you certainly couldn't have been more of the opposite.

#cod imagine #cod smut #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #könig smut #könig #könig imagine #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley imagine #cod x reader

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toruro · 6 months

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chasing that feeling

pairing: beomgyu x f reader

tags: smut (18+), toxic relationship hehe 😿, semi public sex, pet names (baby, angel)

w/c: 770+

all of your friends hate your trashy boyfriend beomgyu.

you can't really blame them though ... he kinda sucks. canceled on you last minute two weeks ago; soobin was the unfortunate soul who had to console you over the phone, watching you as your eyes watered up in your pretty pink dress, fat tears rolled down your blush painted cheeks.

beomgyu tried to make it up with you with flowers the next day, 'cept he forgot that your favorites are daisies and got you roses instead. you keep telling yourself that it's the thought that counts.

taehyun's always asking you why you keep goin' back ... you don't have the heart to tell him the real reason.

you don't have the goddamn dignity to admit that it's because after everything—all the tears, all the shut doors, all the "gyu, i'm done's"—you always manage to end up in the same position—

"oh fuck, angel," beomgyu grunts from behind you, pelvis slamming into the softness of your ass. "this cunt's s'tight—shit, angel you're suckin' me in," he murmurs, sinking his fat cock in so deep you gasp loudly, lurching over the bathroom sink.

you don't even wanna think about how you got here; you were standing in front of the pub for almost half an hour, waiting for beomgyu who promised he'd be there fifteen minutes earlier, and right when you made the decision to take the high road and head home in defeat, he was running down the street with sweat beading down his forehead.

maybe you shouted at him a little. cried a little. tried to walk away. told him to go home aline. told him you don't deserve this.

beomgyu thought different, of course, and a hand on your wrist soon turned into a tug and suddenly you find yourself pressed against the counter in the tiny bathroom of the pub, skirt pushed over your ass and panties shoved to the side.

"love this pussy so fuckin' much," he groans, pulling his hips back so his cock slips out halfway before sloppily shoving it back in. one of his hands holds a steady grip on your hip, the other trailing up your back and finding purchase on your neck, just below jaw so that his index and middle fingers can hook upwards and into your mouth.

unconsciously, your lips wrap around them, tongue swiping over the pads of his fingers as you try not to lose yourself in the feeling of all the pretty veins and curves of his cock pressing up against your hot, tight walls.

"beo-beomgyu we can't—oh," you moan quietly, closing your lips around the rough pads of his fingers once more in hopes to keep your noise level down when he jams his cock further inside of you, grinding into you so that his balls rub against your clit. "can't be loud," you manage to gasp out when he gives you a second of peace, stilling inside of you once he's bottomed out.

"'nd why's that baby?" beomgyu mutters, fingers around your hips digging in further when he gifts you another powerful thrust. "seems like we're both havin' fun ... aren't we?" his voice is low and raspy, and you're trying—you're trying so fucking hard not to get lost but it only takes you a few seconds to give in and relent.

beomgyu's ramming into you now; fingers slipped out of your mouth a few moments ago so he could situate both hands on your waist and pull your warm, dripping back into him so the tip of his dick kisses your cervix with every messy thrust.

there's a mix of both your arousal every where now, but as your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head and beomgyu begins moaning your name in small huffs—telling you that you're the "best fuckin' angel alive ..,,, prettiest thing in the world when you're being fucked with his cock ...,," that he "can't get enough of you" ....

you don't even know why you bother trying to fight it anymore. no matter how many tears, no matter how many long nights of arguments where you tell yourself it'll be the last, no matter how many hours you waste waiting for him ... you'll always chase the feeling of his hot breath fanning down on your neck when he finally leans over, murmuring 'bout how he's "gonna cum baby, cum w'me please ..."

and of course you do, because beomgyu might be a trashy boyfriend, but he's your boyfriend, and you have no plans on letting him go.

#beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smut #txt x reader #txt smut #💌 drabbles

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shes2real · 2 months

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Night In ♡

Featuring 🌷: dom! roman reigns + sub!female reader

Warning ☁️: dub-con, arguing, throat fucking, unprotected p in v, rough sex, sir kink, edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, use of the word “bitch”, reassurance, 18+ Minors, please don't interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word Count 🌷: 1.5k

Scenario ☁️: after an argument with Roman about your plans for the night, he decided to make you reconsider it.

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You and Roman stood in your living room, voices escalating into a heated argument. Your eyes flashed with determination, while Roman’s face was etched with anger.

"You ain’t goin’ no motherfuckin’ where," Roman cursed, his tone tinged with disappointment.

You sighed, your hands on your hips. "I’m not doing this shit tonight Roman, I need my alone time too!”

"It's not about needing it. It's about prioritizing our relationship," Roman countered, his voice tinged with hurt. "We barely spend time together as it is, and now you want to go out?"

"You’ve prioritized work even when you’re not working! I’m always holding you down, so let me have one night to myself. Please," You pleaded, your eyes searching for understanding.

"You heard what I said." Roman’s frustration bubbled to the surface, cutting his eyes over at you.

“No, you heard what the fuck I said. I’m grown,” Before you could even grab your keys and walk out of the door, Roman blows his breath and grabs your arm, guiding you upstairs.

"Getcho’ fucking hands off me! Let me go, Roman!" You screamed, trying to yank your arm away. His grip tightened as he began to dig his fingers into your wrist bone, making you wince. "You better pipe it the fuck down," Roman says through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw, his grip tightening even more.

As you both entered the bedroom, he scooped you up, his arms firm yet tender, and deposited you onto the bed with a force that spoke of both passion and possession. His gaze met the mixture of shock and fear etched on your face, and a smirk played at the corners of his lips, revealing the faint emergence of his darker desires. His eyes trailed down to where the hem of your dress delicately lifted, exposing your pink thongs. Anger filled his eyes when he saw your panties, he hovered over you and asked you in a sinister aggressive tone, “Who did you wear these for, hmm?”

“N..nobody! Roman, can you please just let me go.” You sniffled, afraid of the man that was on top of you. You’ve never seen him this angry.

You thought that those poor crocodile tears would move him, but they did quite the opposite. They turned him on. He doesn't care that you're crying. He doesn't care that you need “alone time”. He doesn't care that you are scared. He wants to teach you a lesson.

“Shut the fuck up,”

Roman crept off of the bed and silently watched you as he began to undress, “Sit up, lemme see how much mouth you got now.” You slowly sat up as Roman fingers entangled in your hair. You slowly opened your mouth and looked up at him, growing aroused at the hardened look on his face. He began to thrust his hips up as you looked at him with teary eyes,

“Can’t take it?” Roman groaned, biting his lip as he looked down at you. He lets out a loud groan, bucking his hips as his breath shutters, he mentally curses himself for having to cum so quickly. His seed soon spilled down your throat, he groaned in satisfaction as he watched you swallow it.

Removing your head from his dick, he looked at you with a smile. His large hands reached your thighs, and he tightly gripped the thong that clothed your pussy, dragging it down.

"Ro…."

“Who?”

“S..sir…”

He placed a finger across your wet slit, his voice condescending. "Need me to fuck some sense into you? ’S what you want?”

Finally speaking up, you whimper, and that was the signal to Roman that he could do anything he wanted to you. Roman bends down just enough to bring his face close to yours and whispers, “Tell me what you need, pretty.”

“Please sir, want..you…”

Roman pushes you down and begins to circle your clit, dangerously remaining silent as he watches your head fall back on the bed, and a pornographic moan leaves you. He sped up his motions as he watched your chest heave, “Wanna cum f’ me?”

“Y..yes sir!”

He grinned before his fingers went down to your hole, and he began to quickly finger you. You curse as you grind against his palm, he starts to scissor you, “Fuckk! Please, sir…” He smirked as his fingers pounded into you. You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt your thighs shake as you approached your orgasm. Roman knew you were close but like the obedient girl you are, all you had to do was ask.

“Please what, baby girl?” You cry as he roughly jabs at your spot. "Roman, Fuck! I..I mean sir!"

"Shut up," he snaps. That little slip-up just made all of this worse for you and you knew it. Roman removes his fingers before you could cum, leaving you squirming in frustration and in fear of what’s next to come.

Before you knew it, Roman flipped you onto your stomach causing you to jolt when you felt him enter you. He was so big and he always had to go in slowly but not this time. You squirm against his hold,

"Stop fucking moving," he commands. "If y’know what’s good for you."

A hiss escapes your lips as his hips were slamming against your ass with his rough thrusts. "Why couldn’t you just listen to me, baby girl?" he growls against your ear.

“S..sorryyy,” You rasped, all you could do was moan and grip the sheets. His dick filled you up so nicely, each stroke he was digging deeper into your wetness. "Should I let you cum?"

Your lower lip trembles as you feel warm salty tears roll down your face, your lack of response seems to piss Roman off as he grips your hair, making you yelp. "Answer me."

"Yes, sir," You cry, making him groan from your submission.

His speed picks up, his thrusts causing more tears to fall from your face. You can feel your muscles tightening in anticipation of your release, letting out a scream as a particularly rough thrust hits you. “Please, please, please! ‘M cumming, oh my-“

He reached down and grabbed your neck, slowing down his strokes, rotating his hips as you rode out your high, “Thank me, bitch.”

“Th..thank you, sir!”

His deep laugh rumbled as he spoke, “You don’t think that I’ll let you just get away with that, do you? You didn’t ask for permission,”

“But-“

“Fix your arch, you better not make a fucking sound,” You quickly obeyed before Roman thrusts came at full force. It felt so much more sensitive as the juices from your previous orgasm caused you to feel his length so much better. You tried to cover your mouth before he took your hand and put it behind your back.

“Yes, please don’t stop!”

“Didn’t I fuckin’ tell you to shut up?” Roman growled before shoving your face into the pillow, the discomfort turned you on even more as you took a mouth full of the pillow and bit down hard.

You felt your orgasm creeping on you again, causing you to groan against the pillow. Roman deep moans filled the room as the two of you felt your ends nearing. You began clenching tightly around him, causing him to ram into your spot. You lightly shook as he smiled,

"There we go" He grunted.

Pulling your face out of the pillow, he smiled, “Pussy feels ‘so good, pretty girl. Let me hear you,” Tears fell as you reached back scratching and pushing on his stomach. It felt so good you couldn't take it anymore. You tried desperately to crawl away but you couldn’t escape.

“P-please let me c..cum!”

With a smack to your ass, you came on command. Roman followed quickly after you, your name sounding like chants. Weakly, you turned over as he laid down to kiss you as the two of you came down from your high.

“Y’know, you did good for me baby.” He kissed you softly before moving down to your sensitive core.

“N-no, ‘s sensitive” You whimpered, trying to scoot away from him. He rubbed your thighs, comforting you.

“Shh, Daddy’s gonna clean you up,”

He slowly opened your thighs before he dragged his tongue around your clit, making you flench. He drifted his tongue from your clit to your leaking hole. Roman flicked his tongue inside of you while thumbing your clit. Your mind has gone completely blank, all you could do was say, "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" through gritted teeth. Trying your hardest to control your breathing as your legs started to close around Roman’s head.

You reached down, running your fingers through Roman’s hair causing him to groan. The vibrations caused a tingly feeling causing your high to accelerate.

"Oh, can I-" you began, your mouth becoming agape at the feeling of your juices beginning to flow out of you. "Cum for me," he groaned, feeling your juices coat his tongue. He smirked up at you, watching you come undone for the third time. Your body shook uncontrollably as Roman finally gave your sweet pussy one last kiss before pulling away from you.

Your chest heaved up and down as you watched Roman lick his lips and get the juices off his face that his tongue couldn't reach itself. He looked up at you and ran a hand through his damp beard, "You still goin’ out tonight?”

“No sir..”

“That’s my girl.”

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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

#wwe smut #wwe imagines #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #acknowledge him #roman reigns smut #the bloodline x reader #the tribal chief

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eilidh-eternal · 5 months

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Ok so like, ngl? Nasty Man™️Johnny when he's jealous got the brain worms goin. Like the worms are WORMIN. Specifically for the Ghost bit.

Ok, so what if, hear me out what if like Ghost gets off to it and sends a video of him getting off to it to reader, right? And it just...spirals into a weird thing of Soap trying to prove something to you like constantly. Like, it's a constant cycle right?

Gaz and Price are just standing there like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ and having a conversation of their own about the thing and Gaz just drops the "Soap and Ghost really should just fuck each other at this point." bomb.

but it's nothing like that. at least to reader, but then Gaz explains his view point and reader is just like "huh maybe a quick fuck would help."

and then Gaz & reader plot to get Ghost and Soap to just get the tension between them done and over with and it happens, but the videos? They continue to get sent back n forth bc hey, Ghost has a nice dick and its kinda hot to record videos. 🤣

I put too much thought into this at 6:45 AM. Blame the worms.

From here on out, may I be 🪱 anon?

- 🪱

Hi 🪱!

YOU’RE LIKE IN MY HEAD?!?!?!? This is exactly the dynamic I saw for all of them when I was thinking about that Nasty, Jealous Man.

Nasty Pup Johnny ft. Handler Ghost????

As overly territorial as Nasty Man™️ Johnny MacTavish is about you, Ghost is like that with him—in a way. Johnny is just too in love clinically obsessed with you to notice how Ghost pays attention to him.

Ghost 1000% did not balk at the first video. Definitely got off to it. He maybe also probably without a doubt got off to Johnny stroking himself in the barracks while he watched you on the cameras 🫣 And when the videos keep coming? Oh, this is going to be a fun little game for him, his Sergeant and the pretty little thing keeping him in line at home for him.

The next time you’re on base is to pick up Johnny, fresh off the tarmac from whatever undisclosed location they were mucking about in this time, and you notice when they deplane how Ghost sort of… herds him. Stands at his back and trails him down the ramp. Pushes him in your direction because Ghost immediately has you in his sights while Johnny is busy fussing with a strap on his pack.

“Fuck’s sake Johnny… stop fuckin’ with the bag and get your girl.” He shoves him forward, big gloved hand on his lower back making him stumble. He doesn’t have much time to ponder it, and all the other touching Ghost had suddenly taken to with him, because you’re already on him, arms wrapped around him in a vice and your face buried in his chest, and all he wants is to be wrapped your warmth.

Johnny doesn’t see the way Ghost lingers at the edge of the hangar, watching you look him over and fuss over the cut on his brow, the stitches. Is too blinded by his infatuation with you to see the hunger in his eyes as you lead him away to the car.

Their next op is a tedious thing. They can’t brute force their way into the target compound the way they usually would, armed to the teeth and scaling walls and buildings under the cover of darkness. No, because this is a bunker, and blasting through the only door, their only exit, isn’t an option.

It takes days for Laswell's Cyber Operations Officers to comb through each and every checkpoint in their systems, to comb through the code and brute force the data needed to create a key card that they can use to bypass the locks. And all that waiting makes Johnny antsy. Restless. A grenade with a pulled pin waiting for the strike lever to fall.

He's done his best to occupy himself. Spent hours in the gym, running until his legs shake and lifting until he's red in the face. Methodically oils and cleans every rifle, every pistol he can get his hands on. Checks and rechecks his calculations for the cocktail of explosives they'll need for this op.

And still, he paces. Bounces his leg at meals and meetings. Taps his fingers erratically on the table tops.

Ghost knows that at home when he feels like this, he goes to you. Focuses all that pent up energy on you to keep himself level-headed and in check. But you're not here, and Ghost can't have his Sergeant dancing around tripwires on this op. He's going to have to redirect that energy himself.

Later that evening, sitting on the couch, sipping wine and watching a movie, one of Johnny's favorites, you get a text from an unknown number.

Had to teach the pup a lesson. Needs more patience. 📎 IMG_449.MOV

You hesitate.

Johnny never told you much about what he does, but he told you enough to prepare you for the possibilities of things like this. Messages from strangers. Videos and pictures of him. That no matter what you see, what they tell you, you shouldn't believe them. Don't give them what they want.

But this... this doesn't feel quite like the things he told you about. So you open it.

It's a video of Johnny on his knees, hands tied--belted--behind his back, eyes watery when they look up into the camera, and his mouth stuffed with a thick cock. There's a gloved hand in his hair, fisting loose strands of mohawk and holding him in place while the length of their cock pushes down his throat, familiar skeletal pattern printed on the back.

"Good pup, just gotta sit nice and still for me," Ghost's roughened voice purrs through the speakers, and Johnny moans, low and sweet for him.

And God if that isn't the prettiest you've ever seen him, taking a cock down his throat and blinking tear filled eyes up at his superior, panting and choking, drool dribbling down his chin. His eyes go a bit wide when Ghost fucks his throat in earnest, and it sends warmth flooding straight to your core, wetness gathering embarrassingly fast in your panties.

Ghost's moan is a broken sounding thing when he comes, hips stuttering and yanking Johnny down to the base of him, grunting praises as he swallows around him. When he finally loosens his grip on Johnny's hair and pulls away from him, his lips make a little 'pop' sound, cum and drool a mess on his face. The camera moves closer and Ghost tilts his chin up between surprisingly gentle fingers.

"You'll get yours when we're back. Copy?"

Johnny nods, and when Ghosts grip tightens on his jaw he says, "Copy, sir." And that's where it ends.

You save Ghosts number in your phone and drain your glass of wine.

Think he'll still be well behaved when you're home?

Doubt it.

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allzelemonz · 7 months

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Dare: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

(Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Sean MacGuire, Javier Esquella)

Fictober Prompt: Day 17, Multi Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘fella’ and ‘man’, heavy masculine implication Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: (have you ever been in a men’s locker room and things got a little weird), smut, background relationships, masturbation, hand jobs, kissing, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, facial, cum swallowing, Micah being an asshole, flirting, casual sex, everyone is gay but especially Bill Summary: Drunk Sean wanting to get off prompts a dare to jerk off and last longer than anyone else at the fire. Gay chaos of a sort ensues.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Arthur nearly shrieks, his head turning away from a much drunker Sean.

“Oh, come on now, Englishman.” Sean giggles. “We’re all men here, ain’t no trouble at all, is it?”

His hand palms at the bulge in his pants. A bulge that has only now been noticed and has the rest of camp’s attention. Bill fixes his eyes for a few seconds before he looks away, shifting his legs nervously. You try to look almost anywhere else.

Sean grins. “Ya know what, fellas, I bet you I can get myself off ‘fore any a’ you.”

Micah scoffs. “We all heard yer whore goin’ off ‘bout how ya can’t last, cowpoke.”

Sean hisses, stilling his hand. “Fine, then I bet I can ‘least outlast a greasy arse of man like you.”

“What?” Javier grimaces. “You want us all to sit here with our dicks out?”

“Embarrassed, Mister Escuella?” Sean laughs, giving him wavy eyebrows.

“We’re not all gonna jerk off in front of each other.” You mutter. “That’s insane.”

Sean sits up, putting a falsely offended hand over his chest. “That ain’t fair, big man.” A grin grows over his face. “What if I dared all a’ ya?”

“A dare?” Charles mutters.

Sean proudly puts his hand over his bulge. “I dare each a ya ta last longer than the legend Sean MacGuire. An’ whoever lasts longest, I’ll give ya my share a’ the job.”

The men around the fire shuffle, some hiding their own erections, others simply uncomfortable. It’s just a handful of the young men here, sent out for a train job. Arthur stares into the fire, as does Charles, Bill glances all around as he tries not to look at anyone at all, Micah and Javier seem more insulted than anyone. A dare is an odd thing, often able to make a man do things he never would, stupid things at that. And one like this, as odd as it is, is almost a challenge to each one of your own masculinity. Everything about dicks is.

You assume that’s why it’s Micah that starts unfastening his pants first. “Fine.” He mutters.

And Javier follows, wordless. Then Bill, fumbling quickly. Sean flicks his eyes between the rest of you as he fishes himself out. You admit, confident in your manhood or not, a dare is a dare so you pull your dick out as well. Arthur grumbles something to himself, doing the same. Charles is the last, seemingly embarrassed and likely thankful that his complexion hides most of the heat in his cheeks unlike most of you.

“Alright.” Sean says proudly. “Everybody gives a good effort, whatever ya like, long as ya don’t stop. Huh?”

Nods follow, each man showing their nerves in little bits and averting their eyes as much as they can. Plenty of you have been naked in front of each other or just caught glimpses during a piss break, but it’s much odder with this context to see each other’s dicks in hand.

“Count a’ three then.” Sean grins. “One! Two…! Three!”

You lick your hand and wrap your fingers around yourself, focusing down on that sight as opposed to anyone else. You flick your wrist loosely, moving slow and trying to ignore how the shivers spread over you. If you were alone it wouldn’t be much stimulation, but knowing you’re surrounded by six other men makes it just a little more exciting.

When you chance a glance up you find shamelessly wandering eyes and slow strokes all around. Arthur’s face is flushed red as his eyes stare around, the most shame anyone has. Sean lets noise spill from him easily, his hand the first to move faster. He doesn’t last long past that, Micah laughing at him as he releases.

“Shit…” Sean sighs, staring down at the mess of his pants.

Some of the other men still, looking at the loser of the little competition.

“Well don’t stop on my account.” Sean says with a smile. “Winner gets my share a’ the job, remember?”

The slow strokes continue.

Sean looks around for a moment before you see a grin spread over his face as he tucks himself away. “‘a course, that don’t mean I can’t play favorites.”

“The hell’s that mean?” Bill mutters.

Sean stands, slowly making his way over to Micah. “Ain’t like ya need the money, do ya?”

Micah eyes the Irishman warrily, but makes no move to stop him from dropping to his knees. Sean shocks everyone around the fire when he takes Micah in his mouth. Micah hisses, moving his hand out of Sean’s way and into his tangled red hair. Bill gasps next to you, his eyes fixed on the sight. You look away, the thought of Sean’s share of money paying for a nicer saddle or something keeping you restrained. Micah caves, gripping Sean’s hair and fucking into his mouth until he releases.

Sean coughs and splutters, swallowing most of the cum before he can pull himself away. “Least…” Sean spits. “Least you ain’t winnin’, ya lousy arse. When’s the last time ya wash that little thing a’ yours anyway?”

Micah scowls at him, tucking himself away. “You wanna play rough, MacGuire, fine.”

It’s like a cloud of hated lust washes the sense from everyone, both Micah and Sean moving to a target they don’t want winning.

As Arthur glares at Micah, Sean smirks. “New rule, boys. Ya get picked by somebody that’s out, ya gotta let ‘em try fer at least a minute.”

“That’s stupid.” Arthur mutters, eyeing Micah as the blond smirks down at him.

“Only fair, Morgan.” Micah says. “I ain’t gonna be the only fool that got out on a technicality.”

Arthur grumbles, but doesn’t stop Micah from gripping him and stroking furiously. Your heart skips when Sean’s eyes meet yours and he takes a few steps forward.

“No hard feelings, big man, Bill said he’d buy me a drink.” Sean snickers as he drops to his knees in front of you.

You shudder when he touches you, your hot skin buzzing at his cool fingers. But before you can blink, his mouth has engulfed your entire length. Sean is far too good at this. He bobs his head and you will yourself not to give in for the minute he has.

Across the fire, Arthur shoves Micah away. “Ya had yer chance, sick bastard.”

Micah grunts, wiping his hand on his pants before turning to Bill and starting his process again. Bill moans at the touch, struggling not to buck up into Micah’s hand. You’ve lost track of Sean’s minute, but he wasn’t far behind Micah so you shove at his shoulder.

“Better luck next time.” You say, your voice shaking a bit as you replace your hand.

Sean grins up at you, whispering. “Hope ya win.”

Likely because he’s losing his promised drink with the way Bill is shutting under Micah’s touch. Just as Sean reaches Javier to tease, Bill releases with a gasp. Micah grins to himself but you catch it, you also notice how he doesn’t stop as Bill shakes but instead strokes him through it.

“Get Morgan.” He mutters.

Bill nods, sweat covering his face. Micah straightens himself and glances between you and Charles, opting for you after a few seconds.

“Sorry, cowpoke.” He mutters. “Just rather touch you than him.”

“Fuck off, Micah.” You say through gritted teeth.

Micah smiles at you as he sits down next to you, leaning close as his arm wraps around your waist and his hand closes on your dick. “That ain’t any way ta talk. I’m ‘bout ta get ya off, ain’t I?”

For as much of an ass as Micah is, he’s good at this. Your mind wanders, picturing all the times you’ve seen Micah by the fire cleaning his guns. His fingers wrapped around the barrel as he drags the cloth over the metal.

“Shit!” You gasp.

Micah’s hand feels better than Sean’s mouth did, fast and furious strokes making you have to stop yourself from squirming. A low groan from Javier takes him out as he fills Sean’s throat, the Irishman not pulling off like he did with Micah and choosing to swallow it all this time. Only a moment later, Arthur mutters a curse as he releases onto Bill’s face and dirties the man’s beard. He mumbles an apology as Bill grumbles about it, both of them blushing deeply.

“Alright, alright.” Sean says. “Let’s give our finalists a chance.”

Micah leans a little closer as he takes his hand back. “Win this, cowpoke.”

You shutter as his breath hits your neck.

Sean grins. “Hands away now, boys! Take a breather.”

Charles pulls his hand back, resting it on his thigh as he eyes the group. You swallow thickly, still feeling all the heat from Sean and Micah’s attempts. Charles hasn’t even been touched once, he has the advantage.

“How should we do this, boys?” Sean asks, turning to the group of losers. “Let ‘em keep at it, help ‘em out?”

“This is stupid.” Arthur grumbles.

Bill is too occupied with trying to get the cum out of his beard to answer.

Javier is still catching his breath from his orgasm.

Micah shrugs.

“Fine.” Sean grins. “I’ll be the judge ‘ere. Javier an’ Bill.” He points to you. “Ya work on ‘em an’ Arthur an’ Micah get Charles.”

No one moves for a moment. You look over and share a sympathetic look with Charles.

Sean groans. “Come on, boys! Have a little fun… I’ll buy a round a’ drinks.”

It’s enough to get Bill at your side, Javier follows as Micah and Arthur go to Chalres.

“Alright, count a’ three.” Sean grins, rubbing his hands together like the schemy little shit he is. “One, two…three!”

Bill goes straight for your dick, wrapping his big hand around it and stroking almost as well as Micah. You screw your eyes shut, trying to focus on lasting. It becomes infinitely harder when Javier’s hand dips below Bill’s and finds your balls still tucked in your pants. He leans in close, whispering a mix of English and Spanish in your ear and you know well enough that every word is dirty even though you try to tune it out. You can hear Micah snickering in the distance and take it as a good sign, he’d be the type to laugh at Charles getting off and losing. Bill’s other hand wanders up your chest and squeezes at your pecs briefly before he winds it under your shirt and feels at your skin. Javier’s other hand finds your jaw and his fingers trail as he turns your head. Your eyes peek open in time to see him smirk, then he kisses you as his hand squeezes at your balls firmly.

With their hands all over you, you can’t hold it anymore. It’s like a burst. The waves hit you hard and you spasm as you cum over your pants. Bill strokes you through it, his other hand gentle as it settles on your waist. Javier muffles whatever odd little noises you would have made, trailing off in smaller kisses before he stops. You open your eyes to look at him and he kisses your cheek with a wink. The three of you look over at the competition. Micah is stroking furiously, as he did with the others he tried to sabotage while Arthur kisses Charles’s neck and a hand plays with his nipples under his open shirt. Charles won, he hasn’t cum yet.

“Damn it.” Bill grumbles, glancing at you. “Was hopin’ you’d win.”

“Your fault.” You reply, breath still not quite back in your lungs.

Bill blushes. “Sorry, got, uh, caught up…”

“‘s alright…” You slur, head spinning still.

Sean doesn’t say a word to stop anything, holding a finger to his lips to silence any of you from alerting them. It’s only fair. Charles holds strong, though he seems to enjoy it when Arthur kisses him properly as his hand grips the other’s hair and holds him in place. Micah, never one to like losing and still unaware of his sealed fate, takes Charles in his mouth. Javier has to clap a hand over his lips to keep a laugh from alerting them. All of you sit in shock, never expecting Micah to suck off a man he berates on a daily basis even for the sake of winning some silly competition.

Charles’s hips buck and Micah moans when his hair is gripped and his mouth is used. His hands do nothing to stop it, only wandering over Charles’s thighs as he’s used. It only takes a minute after that, Charles’s hips stutter and he holds Micah flush to him as he releases. Arthur continues to kiss him and Micah is held in place despite his squirming until Sean clears his throat.

“Ya won, boys.” He grins. “Unless ya wanna keep goin’.”

Micah shoves himself away, falling back on his ass as he spits and coughs. Charles watches him, smiling for a moment before pulling Arthur closer and continuing.

“Alright then…” Sean turns to you and your saboteurs. “Anybody else all cheeky now?”

Bill grumbles something, standing and going over to Micah. He grips the smaller man by his collar, yanking him to his feet and shoving him towards the little collection of tents.

Sean has his eyebrows raised when he turns back, but he grins. “I ain’t gonna lie, I seen them hidin’ in the trees a couple times.”

“So you made us all get each other off?” Javier smirks, his arm draping around your shoulders. “Lousy move, cabrón.”

“I didn’t make ya do a thing ya didn’t wanna.” Sean crosses his arms. “It ain’t my fault you boys all wanted ta fuck each other.”

You sigh, remembering to tuck yourself away and glancing over to the winning fools. They’re nowhere to be seen. “They sneak off?”

“Suppose they did.” Sean chuckles. “Filthy sods.”

Javier waits a beat before turning to you. “Seems like everyone else is having a good time tonight. You wanna?”

Before you can answer, Sean whines. “Ya gonna leave me out? I’m the one that got ya started!”

“You’re taking then.” Javier mutters.

Sean grins. “Happily.”

You shake your head, sighing. “Fine, I guess.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy me, cariño.” Javier whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

You hang your head, smiling softly. “Shut up, Escuella.”

He tugs at your arm as he stands, pulling you with him.

The fire light dies down over the course of the night. Faint, muffled moans and whimpers can be heard if you really listen, but it’s mostly that distinct sound of skin hitting skin that echoes well into the night. Some of you can’t walk in the morning, very much complicating the robbery and no one knows how you all are going to explain the failure to Dutch.

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