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slaytheusurper · 21 days ago

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⭑ Call me ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 12/12 of Smuffmas! Promise & Phone sex with Michael

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Gavey x Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, reader being horny asf, teasing, dirty talk, female masturbation (with dildo) and male masturbation

Summary: It had been too long since you and Michael had sex, the holiday break caused you to be incredibly horny for your boyfriend, so you solve it through the phone.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

Being away from your sweet new boyfriend was incredibly hard but your and also his parents had both begged you to come home for the holidays and there was no escaping that.

The christmas dinner with you family was yet another disaster and you already headed back up stairs to your bedroom.

The only thing on your mind was Michael, you so badly needed to talk to him. And you hoped he was excused too. Sadly as you laid on your bed, he did not pick up his phone.

A minute later after you tried calling him again, a text popped up on your screen.

You knew that it was very likely for him to still be enjoying time with family but it made you frustrated none the less. Not only had you not seen Michael for 6 days now, you obviously also hadn’t had sex.

Ever since you and Michael started dating three months ago, you had sex pretty much every day. And now you were extremely pent up and horny because of it.

Because of that, a very depraving idea popped in your head. You got up from your bed and headed to your closet, specifically your underwear drawer. Pulling the various pieces of fabric around for a while, you found the right one.

A lacy red lingerie set that you had bought two days before while shopping with friends from your home town. Initially you had wanted to wait to show Michael as a coming back gift but you weren’t one for patience.

You locked your door to make sure no one walked in on you and started to take of your festive dress along with your underwear to change into the lingerie. Your cunt was already wet at the thought of Michael calling you back with what you had planned.

However that took longer then you anticipated. So you sat on your bed, in the sexy lingerie when you just couldn’t take it anymore. You were so honry and pent up, you pulled open the drawer of your nightstand and fetched the dildo that lied within.

You were hesitant to take off the pretty lace underwear so you decided to keep it on and just pull it to the side when you were ready. Just when you started to tease yourself with the tip of the dildo over your damp underwear, your phone started ringing.

“Hi love, how are you?” Michaels sweet voice filled your ear as you held up your phone. “Good, but can we switch to facetime? Wanna see your handsome face.”

“Of course, one second.” Right after he said that the request to facetime popped on your screen, your face was red and you couldn’t contain the smile on your face as your pressed accept.

“There you are, my pretty girl.” He was always so sweet, making sure you got complimented every day. “Are you alone?” He turned the camera and showed how he was laying on his bed in his room, same as you.

“How did dinner go at yours?” You decided to ask first, slowly lead into it. “Fine, bit boring but fine. How about you?” Your clit was still throbbing and your didlo now laid on your thigh, waiting to be used.

“Yeah good, just done a bit early so.” He knew something was up as he only just now really looked at what you were wearing, or rather, not wearing. “Love? Are you- in your bra?” He hesitantly asked.

You were a bit nervous, as you never had done this before with Michael, but you wanted to so badly. “Maybe.” You smiled. “Pan down a bit.” He breathed out. Moving your phone down a bit, Michael got a full view of your bra covered breasts.

“Was waiting for you, but I just got so…excited, I couldn’t stop myself. Need you so bad.” You almost whined to him. “F-fuck-” You moved the phone even lower, spreading your legs so he could see your clothed wet cunt on his own screen.

“Jesus Christ- you got me rock hard already.” You then moved your free hand to grab the dildo again, rubbing the tip once more over your clothed center. “Was pretending you’re doing it to me.” He almost choked out a moan.

Then you couldn’t really see him anymore, but you heard a wild rustling of clothes in the background and when he returned, his clothes were gone too. “Show me you want me too Michael.” You moaned, still teasing yourself.

Michael now turned his camera around, letting you fully see his bare hard length. His hand rubbing the skin over his tip. You could hear his quiet groans as he started to stroke himself. “Fuck baby- gonna put it inside me, pretend you’re fucking me.” You moaned.

You held the phone in position as much as you could, while pulling your underwear to the side. Then you gave Michael a full view of the dildo gently entering you. “You feel so good inside me Mickey.”

Michael let out gasps as he tugged at his cock faster, never having been so turned on in his life. You started to fuck yourself with the dildo, both your soft moans and michael’s distant ones filling the room.

The faster you fucked yourself, the faster Michael fucked his fist. You were getting closer with the second and positioned your phone between your feet, switching the camera so you could see yourself in the tiny frame, Michael jerking off on your screen.

You had to use two hands to fuck yourself with the dildo and the other to rub your clit. “Please fuck me harder baby-” You moaned. “Yeah? You wanted it harder baby, make it hurt a little?” You rubbed your clit faster at his words.

“Fuck I’m so close- gonna fill you up so good baby- nice and full of my cum-” Michael groaned, hand twisting to add to his pleasure. You were so horny, you came at his words, hand clasping over your mouth to keep it down, other hand fucking the dildo hard inside you.

When Michael looked at his screen, he came too, with a loud moan he painted his bedsheets underneath him, he too tried to keep quiet. When you had both somewhat calmed down, Michael promised you that he would fuck you for real when you returned.

Divider by: @saradika

#michael gavey saltburn #michael gavey fanfic #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey smut #michael gavey x fem reader smut #michael gavey x reader smut #12 days of smuffmas #smuffmas 2024

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slaytheusurper · 21 days ago

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⭑ Good boy ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 11/12 of Smuffmas! A fancy party & Praising with Michael

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Michael Gavey x Popular!Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, michael being insecure, praise kink, mommy kink, kissing, blowjob

Summary: Being dragged to a new years eve party was not something Michael enjoyed, but you make it up to him.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

He did not want to be here, he felt like an idiot amongst your friends even though he was the smart one. But he would do anything for you. Usually he wouldn’t be seen at Felix’ fancy new years party, but you asked if your boyfriend could come.

Felix agreed, not really giving a shit if Michael was there or not. Michael was surprised everytime when he accompanied you to- well anything. You were not embarrassed of him, even with the many times your friends told you in hushed whispers that you could do better.

But you already had the best, even if Michael didn’t believe you. No you were proudly showing him off, he was in disbelief everytime you trotted around with him hand in hand. Sadly he could not escape this party, she desperately wanted to go and wanted him at her side.

And so here he was, in one of the largest Oxford rented rooms, the floor sticky with god knows what, and loud music turning him deaf. You had dragged him here only half an hour ago but he was already over it, trying to signal to you that he wanted to leave.

Of course, as if his night couldn’t get worse, Felix stood further away from the two of you and your girlfriends, signaling you to come over. Now Michael was certain he meant just you, but you dragged him along with you.

“Hey! Nice party Felix!” You yelled over the music, earning a big grin from the tall guy. To Michaels dismay he gave his girlfriend a hug and he watched in disgust. Oliver was sadly also standing next to Felix, along with Farleigh and some girl he didn’t know the name of.

“Thank you darling! You look amazing!” Felix yelled back once he pulled away from your embrace. Michael was already sizzling with jealousy and hatred towards that vapid cunt but he tried not to let it show. Standing awkwardly by your side, he grabbed your hand to hold in his once again.

“Oh Felix! Have you met my boyfriend Michael?!” You asked yelled. Felix face seemed to twist a tiny bit in confusion but stuck his hand out to Michael either way. Michael shook it simply to please you. “Nice to meet you mate! You are one lucky man!”

Fuck no. He was not talking about his girlfriend this way, the conversation that followed was incredibly forced and Michael was dying to end it. So he leaned to your ear, “I need some air, can you come with me? Please?” You nodded at him and quickly said bye to Felix.

Michael almost dragged you out of the stifling room, into the hallway. “Michael, sweetheart, are you okay?” She asked him, a bit concerned at his urgency. “Yeah, yeah fine.” He mumbled back, looking for an unoccupied room. And he found it.

Some random, empty storage room that was tucked away underneath some stairs leading to staff offices. He pulled you with him inside and shut the door behind him, only then he let go of your hand.

He then proceeded to sit down on some old chair. “Love? Are you sure you’re okay?” He almost scoffed at your question but embarrassment took over. He was jealous at the smallest interactions between you and your popular guy friends.

He knew it was stupid but he couldn’t fight the feeling. You were dating for a couple of months now and had finally become comfortable with each other. And at that moment, you knew exactly what he needed.

“I’m sorry, just- yeah, I’m sorry.” He muttered, looking down at his lap. “What? Why?” You moved closer to him and stood between his legs. “I can’t help but feel like a twat anytime I’m around your friends, I’m- I’m not good enough for you.”

Now you did actually scoff. “Michael that’s absolute bullshit. You are far better then them, smarter, more handsome and sweet. I’m only still friends with them because my parents want me too. Once we’ve graduated, I’m dumping them anyway.”

He looked up at you and was just in absolute awe, how could a girl like you be with a guy like him. “But maybe, I should prove to you, how much better you are. How...wet you make me.” He shuddered at your words and you knew he needed nothing more then for you to get on your knees and worship him.

So you sank until you were on your knees between Michael, who remained seated in the chair. Letting your hands roam his thighs as you noticed his bulge growing. “Do you really mean that?” You smiled at him and kissed his thigh. “I never lie to you baby. Now be good for me and let me make you feel good, like you deserve.”

He smiled at that and let his head fall back when your hand started to massage his half hard cock through his clothes. “P-please mommy-” You bit your lip, he was already begging and you had barely started.

You moved to unzip his khaki pants and continued to pull down his boxers too, just enough to free his hard length and balls. He already started moaning so beautifully as you jerked him to full hardness. “Mommy!” He moaned as the tip of your tongue ran over his slit.

He already knew he wasn’t going to last, like he ever did. Your sweet boy just couldn’t help it, you were so pretty and knew exactly where to touch him. “Such a good boy baby. Let them all hear you, let them hear so makes you moan so loud.” That earned you more whines.

He let out a strangled groan when your mouth fully enveloped him, taking him deep until your nose hit his pubic bone. Your hand moved to his balls, making sure they got attention to. Then you started to hollow your cheeks and move up and down his shaft.

He kept chanting your name as you swallowed him so perfectly, spit running down your chin and his length. You switched from sucking him to moving up to his head and lapping at his slit back to fondling his balls and back to taking him deep again.

Judging by his ever growing groans and pleas, you knew he was already getting close. He just needed some more encouragement. “Come on baby, you gonna be good and come for me?” He nodded breathless. “Yes mommy, gonna be so good-”

You made sure to fully focus on his tip now when you moved down again, your hand moving lower to. He knew exactly where you were headed and he knew he was about cum down your tight throat.

Your finger pressed that sensitive spot between his balls and tight ring of muscle and massaged it while kitten licking his slit. Michaels hands shot to grip the seat underneath him, breathless moans leaving his pretty lips.

“‘M gonna cum mommy- I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna-” A loud cry left Michael as his pent up release finally left him, his cum pooling in your mouth as you tried to swallow it all down. When you were sure he was done, before he got too sensitive, you pulled off of him.

You stood back up and helped him back in his clothes, before kissing him, he loved to taste himself on your tongue. “Come on, lets get back to your dorm.” He seemed confused. “You thought I was done with you?” You smiled. “What about your friends?”

“Fuck them, I want you.”

Divider by: @saradika

#michael gavey x fem reader smut #michael gavey x fem reader #michael gavey x reader smut #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey smut #12 days of smuffmas #smuffmas 2024

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slaytheusurper · 22 days ago

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Damn, making me insecure about my own writing😭🙏🏻

Also love her matching his freak 🤌🏻

"Give what you like." - Ettore x Reader.

warnings: ettore is already a complete warning, smut, mention of abuse and violence, breath control, facesitting.

The walls bleed blue, like the sorrow of pills, like the void of the loneliest hearts. The expanse, vast as the ocean or the sky, stretches into infinity. Here, on this ship, blue colors the sleepless nights. Even with those pills that dissolve beneath your tongue, your thoughts drift to the inescapable reality: you're trapped in a floating prison, with no freedom to depart at will.

Blue seeps into your skin when the silence of the ship descends. Blue stains the gloves of Dibs' whore as she violates your flesh. Blue, it recalls the sweets of childhood, when tongues turned blue, before life became this endless wave of despair. Blue, it paints his eyes, the most haunting, lifeless gaze you've ever witnessed.

You learned not to judge from the moment you peered into the mirror and beheld a creature of many layers, a monster in your own eyes. Here, in this floating prison, each soul is stained with guilt, perhaps deserving every torment, every fry of the brain. You pondered if this ordeal might mend you, ignite some dormant part, and finally dispel the apathy as your body gasped for its last breath. It was merely a fleeting thought, drifting through your mind much like you drift now, only to be swallowed by a black hole, where, with grim irony, your fates converge.

There was one, in particular, whose gaze trailed you like that of a shark. His eyes were like those of the sea's monarchs, great predators who never close their eyes, even in sleep they glide through the waters, for to stop is to invite death. Ettore echoed the sharks you encountered at the aquarium with your father on that sweltering summer day, blue candy clinging to your tongue, refusing to let go despite the sugar's overwhelming sweetness, threatening to overwhelm you. And you did succumb, didn't you? You shut down, disconnecting from the world as you often did.

It didn't take long to decipher his true nature, despite the confidentiality shrouding his files. His crimes were a secret, but you weren't naive. The way his pupils widened when you wore tank tops for the exercises Dibs made mandatory, the slight furrow of his brows as sweat glistened on your bodies, hair clinging to your skin. You noticed his eyes roaming over each woman on the ship, without a hint of subtlety. His lips would glisten with spit, the lines on his forehead would tighten, his hands would clench into fists, restraining himself from unleashing. You saw the beast within him, lurking beneath the geometric shadows of his tattoos.

He noticed you too, but for different reasons. The girls like to taunt him, don't they? Tempting him, almost coaxing him to lose control before reminding him how much of a freak he is. It's their way to pass the time, knowing their options are limited. But you? What was your angle? Staring back at him like he was your plaything, not the other way around. He saw how often you used the box, perhaps even more than him. And those little smiles when you crossed paths—what was that about? They make him want to smash your head against the ship's metal walls, to crack open that pretty skull and see what madness lies within.

Of course, you should've known better than to provoke him, but he had something you craved. When you were condemned to sever your father in half, gouge out his eyes, and dismember him into tiny pieces, stuffing him into garbage bags to abandon on some desolate road, you knew you were headed for the electric chair or a lethal injection. And with that? With that shit, you felt alive, which is the cruelest irony. Brains that don't produce healthy cells have this, they say—a chemical imbalance. The same thing that sends you into blackouts, and when you wake up, you're soaked in your mistakes. Your body, it seeks more of every sensation, where a taste isn't just a taste but a form of life, of absolute nothingness. You don't know how to like something; no, you become it.

And so, your dreams became haunted by his eyes once you understood what he truly was. It should have repelled you, turned your stomach, and in part it did, but the larger part, the louder part, whispered otherwise. With the lights on at night, you drifted into sleep, sore and still bleeding from the cold instruments Dibs had used on you. In your dreams, you found yourself with that blue candy between your lips, sliding down your tongue as you closed your eyes. When you opened them again, it was Ettore's cock that was now sliding down your tongue, entering your throat, ravaging it with all he had. You saw his neck arching back, the triangle of his tattoo moving with his skin, and you sucked him hard, rolling your tongue until his silence broke, the shadow of a man turning into a cacophony of moans. Until finally, the salty taste of his cum hits your throat, mingling with blood and the sweetness that somehow lingered.

Waking up, you found yourself panting, the sensation lingering in the back of your throat. The silence here always feels so fragile at this moment, the nights far from peaceful, you know they are. Still disoriented from the drugs coursing through you, your feet met the cold metal of the ship, and feeling the pulse of your own body, you knew sleep would offer no respite. For that very reason, you rose and stumbled to the box, your nightly ritual now.

You didn't know how much time had passed, not until you finally reached your release, perhaps after the fourth time with your own fingers. Your hair clung to your face, and your legs felt like they might buckle at any moment. Pressing the button, the door opened, and after those orgasms, you had to lean against the doorframe to keep from collapsing, eyes closed. And you felt it, the eyes on you. When you opened your eyes, there he was, in nothing but loose boxers, his fingers hooked into the waistband, his gaze fixed on you as if you were the first woman he'd ever laid eyes on. You watched him take steps toward you, but you didn't move, standing still as he slowly closed the distance until he was less than a step away from your body.

"Excuse me." Ettore murmured, his voice rough, throat dry from the prolonged silence. And you realized, maybe this was one of the first times you'd even heard him speak.

"Why should I?" Your response was swift and sharp, though you couldn't mask the fatigue in your voice after your self-indulgence.

Ettore's eyes narrowed at you, your gazes locking. Both your pupils and his were dilated, staring each other down. You noticed his breathing grow heavier; it felt like you were challenging him. Eye to eye, it was like a shark confronting an orca, and when could that ever end well? Never. He took a step forward as if he was about to pounce, but your hand rose, and your index finger pressed against the bridge of his nose. You ensured it was the very finger that had been buried deep inside you moments ago. Ettore froze as you traced down his nose with gentle pressure, and taking a deep breath, he caught the scent of your release. It was like casting blood into the ocean.

He placed both hands on either side of the doorframe, bracing himself and effectively trapping you. His eyes closed as he inhaled even deeper. A small, predatory smile curled his lips, contrasting with the cold air touching his skin. Your finger lingered in front of his face, and you saw him tilt his head forward, seeking to inhale your scent more profoundly. His cock, hard from the moment he entered, twitched in his boxers, brushing against your belly due to the close proximity. Glancing down, you saw it throbbing beneath the fabric as if it were being caressed. Your eyes returned to his face, seeing his lips parted in what looked like a silent moan; it had been so long since he'd been this close to a pussy, the mere scent was enough to strip him of all reason. His grip on the doorframe tightened, his hot breath fanning your face.

"Give me what I want," you whispered, retracing the path up his nose, "and I'll give you what you like." A promise, a pact, something tangible in this cold, wretched ship if he could just resist the urge to tear you apart right then and there.

His head tilts back slightly, and his hips push forward, attempting to press more firmly against your stomach, but you pull back just enough to deny him the pressure. Even then, you notice when his breathing completely loses its composure, especially when you move closer, and in a deliberate, almost playful act, blow hot air from your lips onto the side of his neck. As if that were the final straw, the tip of his cock, resting against your stomach, becomes soaked, and when you look down, you witness his release starting to seep through his boxers, almost breaking through the fabric. Your already exhausted walls, as if they hadn't had enough, have the audacity to start pulsing, watching him cum all over without you even touching him.

"Is something going on here?" Monte's recognizable voice shatters the spell, his presence right behind you. Looking over Ettore's shoulder, you see him observing both of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

Your eyes return to Ettore, and he meets your gaze, his cheeks flushed, lips still slightly parted. Your hand falls to your side, and his hands slowly release the doorframe; now, it isn't just your knees that feel like they might buckle. From the look in his eyes, if Monte hadn't arrived, you would have been in serious trouble. And in a twisted way, you almost wish he hadn't shown up. Passing by Ettore, you offer him a brief smile before your steps take on a carefree quality, while he visibly trembles from head to toe. He wants to sink his teeth into your throat, slit it with his bare teeth, and fuck that hole, just to teach you not to be such a filthy cock tease.

"No." Your voice slices through the air as you stop beside Monte, not missing the chance to glance back at Ettore, who doesn't even turn around. "Nothing happening."

With those words, you made your way back through the ship, your steps silent until you threw yourself onto your bed. They're always watching him, aren't they? Maybe waiting for him to unleash the beast within, and well, he will. Eventually, he will. And you'll be there to suck up every last drop if he even lets you live to share the tale afterward. That night, you didn't sleep, your eyes fixed on the entrance to the bunker, waiting under the blue lights for those predatory eyes to appear, but they never did. And you were left pulsing with need until the next morning.

What was already a silence became even more profound in the days that followed, and the eyes that had already consumed you before now seemed to gnaw at you with all their might. He was everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. He appeared to be biding his time, calculating. It was a stark contrast to the impulsiveness you thought he possessed, but no, it seemed like he was intent on unsettling you. You were no longer sleeping, and not even the drugs Dibs gave you could coax you into slumber. Your pupils were tightly constricted, always fixed on the hallway at night, expecting him to come for you at any moment.

Life and the artificial air continued to fill your lungs. Today, you spent the day with Dibs. She doesn't let go of her obsession, clinging to the bone even though she knows damn well that this baby thing won't happen. Not even the fucking lives already formed could survive this hell, who does she think is going to be born here? It was a total farce. Sometimes, it seemed like just an excuse to tear us apart from the inside, she must get some twisted pleasure from it, that bitch of a doctor. I'm sure she's the type who'd suck off semen samples; she looks like she would.

Being the last to leave her room, you were practically dragging yourself through the ship. Your limbs were heavy, pain radiating throughout your body, your groin nearly purple from being spread on that stretcher for so long, and the sleepless nights only adding to the weight. You were still bleeding and needed a shower, and that's exactly what you went for. At that moment, you could at least have a decent fucking shower. Discarding the orange uniform, you turned the shower knob and felt the hot water cascade over your body.

From head to toe, it felt like standing under a waterfall if you closed your eyes and had a good imagination. Scrubbing every inch with that neutral soap, it felt like you were cleansing your very soul. A freshness, even as your skin started to redden from the high water temperature. Closing your eyes, you rested one hand on the wall, tilting your head back to let the water hit your face directly, and it was only then that your breath was cut off by a hand covering your mouth and nose, the heat on your back not from the water alone.

"One sound and I'll snap your pretty neck in two." Your breathing quickened even further as you recognized the voice whispering in your ear. He might not speak much, but when he does, he's unforgettable, isn't he?

It felt like your entire body had been cast into the fucking flames, ignited. There was that sweetness again, the sensation of losing control of your body while every nerve was vibrantly alive. His free arm wrapped completely around you, pressing your back against what seemed to be his bare chest, and you could feel his erection against your lower back, still concealed. If he hadn't been muffling your mouth with his palm, he would have seen the smile that crept onto your lips. But just as quickly, you snapped your head back, hitting his face with a force that seemed to split your own skull. His hands left you as he staggered backward, and you turned swiftly, advancing to land another punch while he was still reeling from the headbutt. As expected, his body fell to the ground, and this was your fucking chance. Straddling him directly over his face, you made sure to press each of your knees onto his hands, making him grunt in pain.

"A gentle woman for a gentle man." Your voice was almost spat out as you looked down at him. That feeling surged up your thighs. Alive.

His nose was bleeding, his eyes dark. He didn't care about the pain for long, not when your pussy was so close to his face. Shoving your hands into his hair, you gripped tightly, putting your full weight on his face and feeling his tongue dart out almost immediately to start licking you thoroughly, every little inch, from your entrance to your clit to your lips. A wide smile spread across your lips, a loud sound escaping them as your head threw back. Your hips began to move violently against his face, not satisfied with just his mouth. You slid your arousal down his nose, down his chin, circling your hips until you even let it drip down his cheeks. His movements grew even more frantic beneath you, his head moving from side to side, trying to keep up with the rhythm you set.

"Oh, fuck!" you found yourself almost screaming, feeling his tongue delve into you, rolling and searching, swallowing what dripped from you. "Don't stop, don't stop..." the words tumbled out of your lips, over and over.

Looking down, you saw his face completely red, the blood running down his chin mingling with your taste, his eyebrows furrowed in ecstasy. His hands started to struggle to free themselves from under your knees, probably because he was running out of air. This was quite evident in how his legs also began to thrash beneath you. This only spurred your movements as you rode his face with even greater fervor, rolling your hips and letting moans escape your lips, fingers tangled in his hair, not allowing him to escape a single inch of your skin. And it's not like his tongue had stopped; in fact, it seemed to work even harder, and when his teeth grazed your flesh, your eyes finally rolled back. The strength drained from your body as your climax hit you like a powerful wave, your hands bracing on the floor to keep your torso upright.

Without giving you time to really recover, Ettore spun you around, your back slamming against the cold floor. His hand found your face, his closed fist connecting with it and sending you sprawling to the side, legs still trembling from the orgasm that had just consumed you. Turning you head to look at him, a smile appeared on your lips, your teeth marked with the blood that had just come out, and it seemed almost too much for him. Shoving down his orange pants and underwear, Ettore freed his cock, swollen and soaked, looking like it was ready to climax right there. Pulling your thighs apart with both hands, he dragged you closer and aligned himself with your entrance.

"Scream and I'll break your jaw." The warning was clear in his tone. Well, you were probably already loud enough, and if someone came to check on you, they wouldn't even ask questions seeing him on top of you.

Without waiting for answers, he slammed his hips against yours, thrusting all at once to the hilt. Your insides throbbed, trying to expel him, along with the sharp pain in your already sensitized flesh. Your lips even parted to let out a sound, which was quickly cut off by a strong slap to your face. Your eyes watered, your insides tightening around him even more, making him pause to savor how you were gripping him.

"Filthy whore, making a mess of my cock." His voice was thick with barely contained pleasure, the words followed by a firm thrust that made both of you squirm.

One of his hands rested on the side of your cheek, forcing the other side to the floor, and for a second, you thought your face might split. The other hand moved up to your stomach, applying pressure as he started thrusting with all his might, feeling himself hitting the deepest part of you. Your sounds were muffled by his hand pressing against your face, your hands trying to dig into the bathroom floor, nails breaking to keep yourself steady. Your whole body moved with each violent thrust, the low sounds of your moans filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. His hand circled your jaw to make you face him before his fist slammed into your face once more, sending sharp pain through you and your body arching off the ground.

Your head turned to face him, the almost evil smile on your lips and his pupils dilating even more with the blood pooling in your mouth. His lips parted completely, his cock inside you twitching at the sight. Gathering the blood, you spat in his direction, watching the liquid mix with his on his cheek. The smile that now appeared on his own lips almost made you cum right there, at that exact moment. Leaning into you and without lessening the impact of his thrusts, he rested both elbows on either side of your head, feeling your breasts bounce as they were pressed against his chest.

"I'm starting to like you," Ettore murmurs, his voice broken by the uneven breathing and the sounds of pleasure he's holding back.

"Say that again and I'll rip your throat open," you reply, turning your face to meet his gaze.

Staring into each other's eyes, both of your smiles are wide, both bloody with the mess that are your faces. You feel the thrusts becoming more erratic, and as you slide your noses together, your lips meet in a messy kiss, neither of you really able to kiss back with the low moans escaping. You feel the tremors start more firmly in your thighs, wrapping them around his waist, trying to bring him closer if it were possible. Your eyes meet, your hands circling his arms and holding on tightly.

"I'm going to cum," Ettore murmurs, and your only response is to go back to trying to devour his lips, involving your teeth in the process.

Feeling his pace get deeper, you knew you were done. Your walls clenched together, tremors taking over your entire body, at the same time Ettore's cock twitched inside you, thrusting shallower as he released all his cum into you. Your lips parted and opened, throwing your breaths into each other's faces, the depths of his blue eyes staring at you until your body stopped twitching completely, your eyes closing with the wave of satisfaction that enveloped your body like a glove.

He breathes heavily above you, pulling away just enough to look down at you, bloody and fucking stupid, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as his thumb circles your cheek in what could have been a gentle caress, spreading the blood already there. The moment is quiet, almost too quiet, broken only by the sound of the shower still running.

"I think you're really going to have to open my throat." His words seem almost lost in your ears, as low as usual.

You were going to answer, but before you could, his fist hit your face, this time sending you into the black hole. When you woke up again, you were in your own bed, and the blue lights were there once again. You tried to get up, but moving your head hurt like hell. Looking down, you were dressed in the shorts and tank top that serve as pajamas here, and if it weren't for the pain in your core and on your face, you might have thought it was just a dream. But no, it wasn't.

Lying down again completely, you stare at the hallway. It seems empty, but it isn't. You feel it isn't, like something tangible. It's there, watching, maybe waiting. And all you do is close your eyes and drift off into the most peaceful sleep you've had since being on this ship. The blue lights no longer flood your eyelids tonight.

#ewan mitchell #fanfic #ewan nation #ettore #ettore x reader #ettore x reader smut #fic rec

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slaytheusurper · 22 days ago

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⭑ Do it again ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 10/12 of Smuffmas! Bed sharing & Accidental stimulation with Billy

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Billy Taylor x Maid!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol consumption, making out and dry humping

Summary: After getting snowed in at the Halcyon, your coworker Billy tries to lift your spirits.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

“I understand madam, I am so sorry it will not happen again.” The lady slammed the door in your face. There you stood, looking stupidly at the door and rolling your eyes. Today had been horrible, the guests at the hotel had been snowed in and so tensions were high at the Halcyon.

And of course, because you were so stressed, you started making mistakes. The lady thought you hadn’t dusted properly and was having a fit about it. You couldn’t wait to get home, hoping that there was a way, somehow, to get through the snow.

“You alright?” A small smile tugged at your lips when hearing his voice. You turned to face your favourite coworker. “I’m fine thanks, just a rough night. I just have fifteen minutes left and then I can finally go home.” Your face contorted in confusion when Billy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry.” You stepped away from the rude ladies door and walked up to him. “What, why?” His eyes darted from your face to the floor. “We’re stuck here I’m afraid, mister Garland has offered us some free rooms. Kitchens left already so they’re lucky but...we’re not.”

Billy offered you a sympathetic smile as your face fell. “Of course, after this horrible day, I might as well get snowed in here too.” Billy seemed to think for a moment. “Maybe- uhm...if you’re interested, we could hang out, play cards in one of the rooms. Maybe even steal some food and drinks. Try to make something out of this.”

He nervously stared at you but relaxed when he saw the smile return on your face. “That’s a lovely idea Billy, maybe Kate would like to join too.” His face fell at that. “Oh- no- uhm...she went home sick ‘bout two hours ago. She’s lucky too.”

“Really? I hadn’t even noticed with how busy I was.” He smiled again at you. “So just the two of us then?” He nodded with blushed cheeks and agreed to meet after their last fifteen minutes were up, he would get the food and drinks, and you would get the cards.

The whole time you waited with butterflies in your stomach. Billy had no idea how bad of a crush you had on him, and one day you made the mistake of telling Kate. She teased you endlessly about it, and tried to get you to make a move towards him but you were too shy.

When you had time to check your watch again, you were already four minutes late. You rushed down to fetch the cards and were now seven minutes late when you finally reached the door of ‘your’ room for the night, Billy was already waiting in the hallway.

“Sorry, forgot the time when bringing ‘round towels and then I still had to fetch the cards.” He smiled so sweetly it made you blush. “It’s alright, I of all people understand, especially today.” You nodded and opened the door for the two of you.

You were still in your maid uniform and Billy was still in his bellboy uniform. He awkwardly followed behind and the both of you settled next to each other on the small sofa. He placed some bread and fruit he had stolen fetched and a bottle of the cheapest wine.

You opened the pack of cards and started to divide them between you, placing the leftover cards on the coffee table. And so you and Billy played for a while, you winning two rounds and Billy winning one. Your arms shot up in victory and Billy laughed at you.

Then he noticed something behind you and blushed deeply. “We should make this even more fun.” You didn’t know if it was the cheap wine making him bolder but you fiddled with your hands nervously as he messed with the radio.

Then he finally got a good channel and a beautiful slow classical song flowed out of the radio. You were taken aback when Billy reached out his hand, standing in the middle of the room where there was more space.

Your face felt hot as you walked up to him, placing your hand in his, he didn’t really know how to dance properly, you noticed. But neither did you and laughs erupted from the both of you as Billy messed up his steps or when you stepped on his feet.

He then spun you around and pulled you closer back to him, the music almost seemed to fade as you stared into his blue eyes. His hat was long discarded and his hair a bit messed up, he stared back at you and noticed how he glanced at your lips.

When you glanced at his, he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours. As fleeting as the kiss was, it was still full of emotion and made your heart race in your chest. He pulled back with wide eyes and looked at you anxiously.

You then moved your hand to his cheek and pulled him back in for another kiss. It was more passionate this time, still clumsy as you both had never kissed anyone but it was driven by love. He sloppily kissed you back, trying to anticipate the other's next move.

When you pulled back for air, you both erupted into laughs again and you embraced him tightly. “Been wanting to do that for a long time.” He murmured in your hair, kissing it sweetly. “Then why did you never say anything?” You asked as you pulled back a bit.

“I was afraid, that you didn’t like me, and that it would ruin our work relationship.” You kissed his cheek, his skin hot against your lips. “It won’t, I’ve liked you for a long time too Billy.” After that, you both moved to the sofa and kissed until your lips were red and swollen.

When Billy checked the time, his face fell. “Bloody hell- it’s midnight already.” He squeaked out. Both of you were so consumed by each other that time flew by. “Nooo don’t go.” You pulled him back on the sofa when he tried to stand up.

He smiled at you and kissed you again. “I have to though, we work again tomorrow and we both need to catch some sleep.” You frowned and kept your grip on his arm. “Well...just- just stay here then. We can share a bed.” His reaction was almost comical with the way his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

“S-share a bed? I don’t know if that’s very professional…” He sputtered. “Like your tongue down my throat was professional.” He laughed at that. “Just sleep next to me, it doesn’t mean we’re...doing…that.” His ears burned red at your suggestion and he slowly gave in.

So you were both in the bathroom, brushing your teeth. When you were done, you loosened your hair so it fell down your back. Billy couldn’t keep his eyes off you after that. “What?” You asked him. “Nothin’ just- you’re so beautiful, I’ve never seen your hair loose before.”

You smiled at his words and kissed him on the cheek. “You are very handsome yourself.” After that he waited outside the bathroom so you could change into your guest nightgown, in turn, you did the same for Billy and waited on the bed until he too was changed into some guest pyjamas.

He looked even more adorable out of his uniform and you both couldn’t stop smiling as you got into each side of the bed. “Do you think anyone would notice?” He suddenly asked as you both sat up underneath the sheets. “No, I don’t think so.”

He smiled again at you and you leaned towards him, unable to resist his pretty lips. You kissed for another couple of minutes, both unable to let go of each other. Then you back away, both catching your breath before you speak. “Right, we really should sleep.”

Billy nodded and suddenly seemed a bit nervous and fidgety. “You okay?” You noticed the way he pulled the sheets up awkwardly. “Yeah, yeah fine, can you turn the light off?” You did as he asked with a confused look but ignored it anyway.

When you had both gotten comfortable you dared ask him what you had been wanting to when he agreed to stay. “Can we...cuddle until we sleep, maybe?” You whispered, a bit afraid to speak too loudly. “O-okay.” He still seemed nervous and on edge, you thought some affection would calm him.

You laid on your side and Billy moved closer behind you, embracing you with his arm, and pulling you against his chest. When you moved your bottom a bit closer to him, he backed his lower half away a bit, it confused you but you didn’t dare say anything.

Alas, you both fell into a comfortable slumber, until two hours later, you woke up due to having to use the restroom. But in his sleep, Billy moved to fully embrace you and you felt a very intimate part of him against your arse.

You tried to ignore it, however, your skin on fire as you moved out of his arms and towards the bathroom, not noticing he had woken up from your movement. You knew what was going on because of Kate and her way too detailed descriptions of her ‘dates’.

When you returned you were surprised to see Billy awake, his beautiful features lit up by the moonlight. He was still lying on his side, and almost jumped when he saw you. “I-I’m so sorry, you probably- uhm- felt it just now…I can’t help it I am so so sorry-”

“Billy…” You cut him off, “It’s alright, I understand.” You smiled at him and moved back under the covers, your back facing him as you moved his arm back in place. “So...you’re not mad, or disgusted?” He whispered. “No, of course not.”

Then you did something bold, out of your character. You wriggled your hips back and felt Billy’s hard-on press on your behind. “Ah-” He hissed, the friction of your thin nightgown against his crotch felt dangerously good.

“Does it feel nice?” You whispered, your voice low with desire. “Are you sure you want to- I mean- if you don’t it’s fine-” You ground your arse harder against him this time and his groan made your clit throb. “Do it again.” He whimpered.

You did as he asked with your lower lip between your teeth, moving your hips back as he huffed in your neck, his embrace tightening with each move. “Touch me Billy- use me-” You begged. You felt his hand slide clumsily down your nightgown. Hiking up the skirt and experimentally letting his fingers run over your soaked underwear.

He shuddered when he felt the damp patch and you moaned at his touch. His hips jerked forward at your sounds, and it felt too good to stop. So he started to hump his clothed erection against you, trying to stimulate you through your underwear.

The way you both moaned and whined for more only spurred the pair of you on. Billy moved his hips faster as he panted against your neck, your own soft moans filling the room. He was so close, just from a bit of grinding over the clothes. “P-put your hand- underneath Billy.” You breathed heavily.

Which turned into a gasp when he did, finding your clit as your moans increased. His hips now moved harder against you and Billy let out strangled moans as he tried to match his pace with his fingers.

He was first to fall apart, letting out a high-pitched moan as his hips jerked forward and thighs trembled. His cum wetting his underwear as he rolled his hips forward for that last bit of friction.

He didn’t still his hand in your underwear however and his orgasm caused yours to overcome you as well. Crying out his name in your pillow as your legs almost cramped up with the sheer power of your climax. You turned to kiss him and he removed his hand to embrace you again.

“Bollocks-” He suddenly exclaimed. “What's wrong?” You asked sweetly. “I uhm- I have no change of- of clothes.” You realised what he meant and chuckled. “Not funny, technically you did this.” You kissed his cheek and breathed an apology. “How about I clean it before our shift?”

He kissed you all over your face and you smiled. Falling asleep in his arms made your entire day turn around and you were feeling refreshed and happy the next day. The staff however were less excited about your newfound relationship, catching the both of you making out in all kinds of hiding places.

Divider by: @saradika

#billy taylor #billy taylor x reader smut #billy taylor x fem reader smut #billy taylor the halcyon #billy taylor x reader #billy taylor x fem reader #ewanverse #ewan mitchell fanfic

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slaytheusurper · 23 days ago

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This needs way more attention, I feel like I just read an insanely well written book 😭🙏🏻❤️

It's Who We Have | Series Masterlist

COMPLETE

Billy Washington x Childhood Bestftriend!Female Character

Summary: When Billy's best friend comes back to London when he's at his lowest, he slowly learns that it's not what you have, but who you have.

General Taglist | Billy Washington Taglist

General Warnings: eventual smut, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of terrorism

Playlist for Vibes | Moodboards

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Simple Joys - Goose Fair oneshot

moodboard by @lynnbeth5172 🥰

Taglist: @at-a-rax-ia @aemondsfavouritebastard

#billy washington x reader #billy washington #billy washington fanfic #billy washington trigger point #billy washington smut #trigger point fanfic

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slaytheusurper · 23 days ago

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I- I- Omg-

"The genius, Michael Gavey." - Michael Gavey x Reader.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, foul language, loss of virginity, cum control.

English is not my first language, so I hope you will forgive me if there are any mistakes.

It’s not as if anyone’s queuing up to see what’s behind those smudged glasses or that same red sweater he pulls on every Monday. And that's fine. Honestly, it is. He's made peace with it. It’s their loss, isn’t it? That's the mantra he clings to, the thread keeping his fragile ego intact: They're the ones missing out. And God, doesn’t he need to believe it.

Michael’s good at a lot of things, and he knows it. Brilliant, really. Genius, if we're being honest. Maths? Please—he’s never even touched a calculator. Numbers are his domain, his sanctuary, the one place where he feels entirely at ease. Books too—though never fantasy; he’d rather lose himself in something real, something concrete. But everything else? Social skills? A complete disaster, really. Painful to watch.

When you arrived in Oxford, it hit him hard. Why? Because even when he was buried in the silence of the library, there you were, watching him. Always watching. Maybe intending to read a book—upside down, no less—or lounging with your legs thrown over a table, headphones blaring as if you couldn't care less about the world around you.

Michael Gavey isn't used to being seen. For fuck’s sake, he’s Michael Gavey. Nobody. Invisible, as he’s always preferred. But then you came along, and suddenly, invisibility wasn't an option. You became something else entirely: a problem, a distraction, a bloody nuisance he couldn’t seem to get rid of. And maybe, deep down, that’s what scared him most.

So, naturally, his response was to start staring back. Maybe if he leaned into being a proper weirdo, you’d back off. But no, of course not. You didn't flinch. You just stared right back, unwavering, unbothered. It didn't take long for one of the teachers to step in, warning him, of all people, to knock it off. And you? You just smiled. Smiled like you'd won some secret, twisted game, baring all your teeth like a predator who'd just cornered its prey.

When he squinted at you, furrowing his eyebrows in some attempt to decode whatever the hell was going on, you simply glanced at the table, still grinning like you had a secret you were dying to keep.

What was your problem? Were you planning something? Was there a game being played here, something sinister he couldn’t quite see? The questions clawed at him, gnawed at his focus, and yet, no answers came. Only that smile. God, he hated it.

Things weren't improving, no, they were deteriorating rather quickly. And it all took a turn for the bizarre when, in the dead of night, he awoke still half hard, with his shorts drenched in cum and his mind? Cluttered with vivid memories of a particular dream from the previous night. Never had he scrubbed a piece of clothing with such fury in his life; this treacherous body was doing him in. And the most egregious part? His cock was a bloody jest, because even after such mortification, he had to wank off once more just to make the torment subside.

That day, the Oxford corridors felt like they were smoldering beneath him, each step fueling the inferno inside his chest. His sneakers might as well have been on fire for how much he burned with rage. And then he saw you, loitering by your locker, looking infuriatingly calm as always. It was like you wanted to drive him insane.

He stormed over, slamming your locker shut with a single hand, his nostrils flaring like he was ready to tear you apart—not literally, of course. Well, maybe a little. He was unraveled, utterly tormented, and you? You were only making it worse.

“Stop.” The word came out flat, almost pitiful, his voice cracking under the weight of his irritation. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, were clouded and bloodshot, as if they’d been scorched by his fury.

“With what?” you asked, tilting an eyebrow, that insufferable smirk tugging at your lips. Carefree. Effortless. It made his teeth grind in pure frustration. He didn’t even understand why he felt so unhinged—just that he did.

“What the hell do you want?” he barked, his voice echoing down the corridor. Heads turned, a few people pausing to glance at the scene, but you didn't so much as flinch. No fear, no embarrassment. You just leaned lazily against your locker, staring at him down like you had all the time in the world.

“Your number, to start with, would be great.” The words hit him like a physical blow. His pupils dilated so fast it felt like the world had tilted. If darkness swallowed everything right then and there, he was convinced he’d still see you.

And that’s when everything shifted. You weren’t messing with him—not in the way he’d thought. No, you were interested in him. The realisation hit Michael like a slap, and even then, his perpetually self-loathing brain struggled to piece it all together. For once, his stupid mind was just that: stupid.

But then the messages started, tentative at first, and something clicked. You actually got on—really got on. It was strange, almost unnerving, how much you seemed to have in common. You liked some of the same nerdy things as him, and he found himself listening to bands he’d previously written off because you mentioned them. Slowly, the conversations moved out of his phone and into the library, where you started sitting at the same table.

People noticed, of course. Curious glances trailed after the two of you, some even daring to linger when Michael—Michael Gavey, of all people—was caught smiling. Not a smirk or a grimace, but an actual smile, albeit half-hidden behind his hand. But it was there, and for once, he didn’t mind. Not entirely.

And then, on a Friday night when everything seemed eerily serene, the text message arrived. 'Do you want to come to my dorm?' Panic ensued. Perhaps it's a tad presumptuous to assume you want to fuck him, isn't it? Yet, he was presuming precisely that. But the truth is, Michael has only kissed one girl in his entire life; otherwise, his knowledge comes from pornography, books about the human anatomy, and the hushed conversations in the men's locker room. And it's not that he didn't want to; in fact, he wanted to, desperately so, but the truth was that no one seemed sufficiently captivated to offer him the chance. But you, you were offering. Maybe. What does one do with that?

He took a shower, donned his usual jeans and a white shirt, slipped on his sneakers, and even spent time before the mirror wrestling with his blond hair, to little avail, of course. He decided he wouldn't be a coward; he had this chance, maybe, and he wouldn't squander it with timidity. He made his way to the girls' dorm on campus, garnering more than a few disdainful looks from the passing girls. It was just because it was him; if it were Felix sneaking in, they'd be all smiles. But who cares? There was only one person he hoped would truly appreciate his presence. He reached your door, his breath caught in his throat, and knocked so feebly that perhaps he thought you wouldn't even hear. Pathetic, honestly.

But you heard him, and when you opened the door, he froze for a moment. You'd just taken a shower; your skin was still slightly flushed from the hot water, wearing an oversized shirt, once black but now faded to grey, and some pajama shorts that honestly looked more like his underwear than actual shorts. He swallowed hard, managing a crooked smile. You leaned against the doorframe, your smile much more genuine.

"You came." The words slipped from your lips with such ease, rolling off your tongue with a genuine satisfaction that straightened his crooked smile.

"Yeah, well. It's not like I have anything better to do, of course." His reply lacked the sharpness he'd rehearsed in his mind, accompanied by a glance at the floor and a stupid, silly smile.

"Yeah, of course." You laughed, rolling your eyes, and turned your body to give him space to enter, if he wanted to, though he looked as if he might bolt at any second.

But he didn't run away; no, he actually stepped inside. The room was like most others, yet he was struck by how orderly it was. Like any typical dorm, there was the TV, the two single beds, a small table, and in the corner of an adjacent smaller room, the bathroom. The scent of cleaning products lingered, indicating you'd taken the time to tidy up before inviting him over. This shouldn't have pleased him as much as it did, but it did.

"Just take off your sneakers before you lay on the bed," you said with that nonchalant tone of yours, picking up the TV remote from the table.

He glanced at the paused movie on the screen before turning his attention to the bed. His mind wasn't exactly racing as he sat down, beginning to untie his sneakers, but his focus soon shifted to the side of your face. He was transfixed by how your hair framed your features, how your lips were so perfectly shaped, and how your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration. He had to run a hand over his face, nearly knocking off his glasses, to bring himself back to reality, blinking several times to refocus on removing his sneakers.

"I chose 'Evil Dead,' but they didn't have the classics." Your voice drew his gaze upward again. You casually made your way to the bed beside him, practically throwing yourself down, causing the mattress to bounce. "Is that a problem for you?" you asked, turning to look at him, your eyes locking with his.

His throat visibly tightened as he swallowed, while you didn't even blink. For a moment, he found it a rather amusing jest. What could a girl like you, with the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, with lips that curved into the brightest smile he could imagine, possibly want with him? He was either the luckiest bastard in the world or the biggest delusional of the year. But that was fine, at least for now.

"No, it's not a problem at all," Michael mumbled, unsure if he was referring to the movie choice or something else entirely. But it would suffice either way.

He saw you smile widely, and you felt you should, noticing his blue eyes dilate behind his glasses. Looking down where you had crossed your legs beneath you, you tried to focus and simply pressed play on the movie. The low noise from the TV soon filled the room, the colors of the film painting your faces and reflecting in Michael's glasses. The silence was comfortable, as always. The sounds of calm breathing filled the space, but well, his eyes weren't really on the TV; they were on you. To the point where he had to rest his hand on his face, just to appreciate it, perhaps.

"You know, watching a movie works better when you're looking at the screen," you commented, your eyes still fixed on the screen, though you felt the heat from his gaze on your cheek.

"I prefer to watch you." His words were barely above a whisper, but they reached you, making your smile widen even more.

Your eyes flicked to him, while his remained steady, though he felt his palms sweating against his cheek. He was nervous, and his attempt at an impassive expression wasn't fooling you. The words that left his lips were just truths, and seeing you smile, it was good to see you smile, it brought a subtle curve to his own lips. Sighing, you drew your knees up to your chest, resting your chin there, unsure of what to make of his words or of him. Just as he was unsure of what to make of you or how much you unsettled him.

"I hate almost everyone here except you." Your words mirrored his in tone, quiet, perhaps too intimate to slip out.

They made him pause, just looking at you, wondering. Time seemed to stand still, the screams from the movie not reaching your ears; things were quiet, almost silent. And that's when his hand rose, wrapping around the back of your neck, perhaps with the most courage he'd ever mustered in his life. Your lips parted slightly when you noticed him shifting on the bed to get closer, and you responded in kind, leaning towards him, your hand hesitating before also reaching up to the back of his neck, slipping between the golden strands to hold him firmly. Bringing your faces close, your breaths began to mingle, and soon all that was reflected in his glasses were your lips, all his attention focused solely on them.

"You're trouble, and you want to know why?" Michael whispered, your gaze falling to his lips as they formed the words. They were thrown at your face, raw and direct. "Because it seems like after I met you, there's been something wrong with my brain." He lifted his thumb to trace your bottom lip, as if to commit it to memory.

"Yeah?" Your response lacked strength, not truly. "That's good, because it seems like after you I'll never be the same." Whispering another confession, now it seemed more than fitting, even with your breathing too rapid to say much more, or what you truly wanted to.

A faint smile touched Michael's lips, perhaps an attempt at composure before he leaned in closer. Tilting your heads in opposite directions, your noses brushed against each other, the taste of each other's breath mingling on your lips, shared. His lips were the first to part, capturing your lower one slowly, almost tentatively, until yours responded, capturing his upper lip. The kiss started slowly, your lips moving together with an unhurried grace, despite your quickening breaths at the contact. His free hand found your waist, attempting to pull you closer, while your hand tangled in his hair, gripping it almost in a fist.

But it wasn't enough, far from it. Leaning forward, Michael guided you both down onto the bed, supporting himself with each hand on either side of your head, positioning his body between your legs, which parted to welcome him. One of his hands slid down to your thigh, lifting it and pressing it against his side, your hips naturally seeking each other, and his already hardened cock brushed against your increasingly aroused intimacy. Sounds escaped between kisses, your hands sliding to grip his back, when Michael pressed your bodies together again, rolling his hips and drawing out a sly moan from his own lips, making it difficult to continue kissing you.

Your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, attempting to pull it up, but his hands caught yours, pinning them above your head, fingers intertwining there, as he pulled back just enough to look you squarely in the eye. His heavy breathing made his chest rise and fall, sweat causing his glasses to slide down his nose.

"I..." the words seemed reluctant to escape as he gazed down at you, your lips flushed and your chest heaving. He didn't want to dissuade you, but he had to say it. "I've never done that."

Your only response was to lift your head from the bed, seeking his lips and succeeding in a gentle capture, with him lowering himself to return the kiss. Though not deep, your teeth nipped at his lower lip, tugging gently, perhaps trying to draw him closer. Your fingers pressed against his above your head, yearning to be free, you just wanted to touch him, feel him, it didn't matter if he was inexperienced, if you had to guide him step by step, or if this was all you would have, feeling him like this above you.

"Just touch me, I don't care," you murmured against his lip, without the strength for more words, which in response prompted him to roll his hips against yours again, closing his eyes with a moan, just as your head tilted back, lifting your hips to meet his movement.

His hands released yours, and you quickly grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and off him, and he reciprocated, lifting yours inch by inch until he could pull it over your head. Without a bra, your breasts were bared to him, making him pause. His lips went dry as he took in the sight of your hardened nipples, ready for attention, despite his momentary hesitation. You saw it in his eyes, in how they flickered to meet yours, and your hand reached to caress his cheek before grabbing the back of his neck, gently guiding him toward your chest, arching off the bed to ensure he understood your consent.

And he understood more than clearly, leaning down to kiss the space between your breasts before moving to one, enveloping it with his mouth entirely, using his hand to squeeze it firmly. The sensation of your skin against his mouth elicited a low sound from him that vibrated through your body, prompting you to grind your hips against his already hard cock. His tongue followed, swirling around your nipple, sucking as if his life depended on it. His mouth salivated, saliva running down your chest, glistening your skin with his essence. His free hand went to your other breast, squeezing it tightly, his lips trailing kisses to the other side, his tongue sliding along until it reached your other nipple, circling it with fervent enthusiasm.

"Fuck," you murmured, your intimacy throbbing, squeezing as you leaned on the bed to create friction against his erection, making him to bite the nipple in his mouth to stifle a loud moan.

His lips left your chest, observing the glistening, swollen flesh from his attentions. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight, going straight to his core. He looked down to where his hardness met your shorts, stopping himself from climaxing right there, taking deep breaths.

"Tell me..." his words trailed off, his lips struggling to draw in breaths. "Tell me how to be good for you." His whisper was broken, he was too far gone to really care about it.

You smiled, even in the throes of your overwhelming need for him. One of your hands took one of his, slowly guiding it to your core, and he watched intently as you slipped it inside your shorts and soaked panties, biting his lip as his expression contorted with pleasure. Slowly, you positioned his fingers perfectly over your clit, starting to move them in circles, making your breathing quicken further. Fortunately, Michael was a quick learner, or perhaps just desperate enough. Your fingers left his as he took over, moving them faster, circling over your soaked clit. You tried to reach for his hardness in his pants, but with his free hand, he caught yours and pinned it to the bed.

"Don't." The words came out swiftly, a desperate command because he knew well that if you touched him, he would cum right then and there.

You accepted it, not attempting to touch him again. Feeling his fingers slide over and over your most sensitive spot, the sounds began to fill the room, the wetness so intense it seeped through your pajama shorts, and he could hardly believe his incredible luck. His eyes moved to your face, noticing your parted lips, your cheeks flushed red, and your breasts, still glistening from his saliva, seeming to beckon him. One of your hands gripped his wrist, and he could see from your expression how close you were. The hand that had been holding yours to the bed released it, moving to the back of your neck, lifting your head to make you look down.

"Watch," he murmured, sliding his thumb perfectly over your clit, and you felt like stars were bursting behind your eyes even as you complied and stared.

You saw his hand moving inside your shorts, the veins in his forearm pulsing with the effort, the muscles there flexing. His hand held you tightly, almost encompassing your neck. And when his fingers started moving side to side, you knew you were finished. Your lips parted completely, a groan trapped in your throat escaped, you tried to throw your head back but his grip prevented it, and then, your walls clenched, he could feel the pulsing around his fingers, your belly flexing as you reached your climax, clamping your legs around his forearm.

Your body goes limp on the bed, your thighs still trembling as his hands slide from your neck down to your thighs, smearing his taste there. He grips the hem of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties. When his eyes meet your pulsing, glistening pussy, a sigh escapes him, eyes closing momentarily to regain control. You hear the sound of his pants being unzipped, him kicking them off along with his underwear. Your eyes open just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, bringing the head to your sensitive clit, eliciting a tight, desperate moan from you.

"You're so beautiful." he murmurs, dragging the precum-slick tip of his cock across your clit, making your walls clench as he watches. His free hand runs down the inside of your thighs, ensuring they're coated in your own wetness.

He squeezes his eyes shut in pure ecstasy, rubbing his cock from your clit to your entrance, gripping the base tightly to stave off his climax. Your thighs tremble, your hands gripping the sheets, but nothing seems to alleviate the intensity, there's no escape. You're consumed, completely. Your hips start to move desperately for contact, even as your body protests, your fingers threatening to tear the sheets apart. He rubs once more, the almost sinful sounds echoing off the walls, mingling with his low moans and the contractions of his stomach. You can tell he's doing everything in his power not to cum.

"Can I?" He opens his eyes to whisper, looking directly into yours, and with no strength left to speak, you simply nod.

He sighs deeply before positioning himself at your entrance and pushing inside, feeling your walls resist yet yield as he presses in until fully seated, your groins meeting. A drawn-out moan escapes your lips as his head falls back, a soft groan leaving his throat followed by a sequence of breaths that made his entire body tremble. Michael pauses, trying and failing to calm his racing heart and the overwhelming sensation of your hot, tight insides. Leaning forward, he rests one hand on the bed while the other removes his glasses, setting them aside. Your hands rise to the back of his neck, bringing his forehead to yours, holding it there as he makes the first thrust. Both of your lips part, your moans and breaths mingling.

His thrusts were deep, yet slow. He would withdraw almost completely before sliding back in, each time making your eyes squeeze shut tighter and your head press against his. The sweat on your foreheads seemed to meld you together, turning you into one entity. His eyes opened, burning into your face, and you met his gaze, your eyes filling with tears of pure pleasure as he thrust even deeper.

"I like you," he murmurs, cupping your cheek as his other hand grips the headboard, making the wood creak. A smile graces your lips, almost cut off by his cock sliding in deeper.

"I like you too," you manage to reply between ragged breaths, your fingers tightening around the back of his neck as if it's your lifeline.

He brings his lips to your forehead, giving you a long, lingering kiss, his breath warm against your skin. Then, he brings his hand to your mouth, and with that signal, he starts thrusting with all he has, making you scream into his hand, which hopefully muffles the sound. He rests his own mouth there to also muffle his moans, feeling sweat run down every part of his body, mixing with yours. The bed bangs against the wall, your eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot inside you, your hands lifting to dig your nails into his back. As your walls clench around him, he feels your climax spill out, soaking the sheets and his lower abdomen. With a louder moan, he quickly pulls out, his cock spilling his cum over your belly.

He releases your mouth and the headboard, letting his full weight rest on you, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck. Your arms encircle his neck, keeping him close as your entire body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure. Both of you are exhausted, both satisfied. Michael's thoughts drift back to the early weeks of knowing you, how he wished you would vanish, and now, how he dreads the thought of you leaving, like everyone else. The irony might have drawn a bitter laugh from him if he weren't so physically spent.

"I wasn't bluffing," you hear him murmur into your neck, capturing your attention amidst the sensations still coursing through your body. You slowly turn your head towards him.

"What?" you whisper, perhaps fearful that even a slight increase in volume might make this moment slip away, just as much as he is. His eyes, those blues that most people overlook, capture your senses.

"I really like you." Hearing those words again, this time not in the heat of the moment, did something different to you stomach, perhaps quickened your heart more than the entire act itself, burned your skin more than anything else.

Drawing him closer with your hand, you adjust his position so he lies on your chest, where he places a gentle kiss. Your fingers delve into his hair, and you cast a brief glance to the side where his glasses still rest. A smile graces your lips because the truth is, you are utterly and hopelessly in love with the genius Michael Gavey. The irony is that he doesn't seem genius enough to realize it.

#michael gavey #ewan mitchell #smut #michael gavey x reader smut #michael gavey x fem reader smut #michael gavey x reader

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slaytheusurper · 23 days ago

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⭑ Give in ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 9/12 of Smuffmas! Swimming & Rimming with Osferth

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Osferth x Warrior!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of reader with other men, reader teasing Osferth, making out, handjob (m receiving), rimming (m receiving) and subby Osferth

Summary: You get teased about one of the men in camp having a crush on you, so you show Osferth who you actually like.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

It had been a scorching hot summer day, however that did not pause the threat of war. Uthred’s men, including you, had been on the march for a couple of days now and as the sun set, you came across a forest with a beautiful lake.

Your lord Uthred decided it was the perfect camp to sleep for the night. And so you were helping with setting up tents, your eyes occasionally flicking towards Osferth who was preparing a stew.

Finan’s voice snapped you out of it. “Oi, stop looking at the baby monk and look at what yer doin’.” Your eyes looked down and you noticed you had forgotten to pin down a corner of Uhtreds tent. “Fuck- sorry.” You mumbled.

“What is goin’ on with ya?” Finan questioned, although he seemed to know the answer with the way he wore his signature grin. “Nothing, just help me with this corner and then we’re finally done.” He simply chuckled and helped tug down the corner so you could pin it.

“Let’s see if your precious monk has the stew ready.” Finan nudged you while he walked past. You rolled your eyes at him and followed. Your clothes were sticking to your skin due to the sweat you worked up under the setting sun. Reminding you to bathe later.

“Osferth, is that stew there almost done?” He called out, you trailing behind the irishman. “Almost done, can you two get lord Uhtred and Sihtric?” You already parted without a word to get Uhtred who was coincidentally talking to Sihtric.

“Lord, supper’s ready.” You told him, he gave you a nod and walked out in front of you to the campfire Osferth was cooking at. Sihtric joined your side and you both walked back to your awaiting supper.

You joined the men around the campfire and Osferth started to fill bowls with the stew, when he handed a bowl to you, butterflies swirled in your stomach as his fingers accidentally touched yours when accepting the hot food.

You barely spoke afterwards, lost in your own head as the men around you ate their supper while talking about the day and how they would push on tomorrow. Then you noticed someone looking at you, sadly it was not Osferth.

One of the men called Eldrick stared at you once again, deciding to ignore him, you continued to eat your food. You had almost finished your bowl when you still felt his eyes on you. He wasn’t ugly but he certainly was no Osferth, you had noticed your feelings towards the baby monk had grown the longer you rode with Uhtred but knew it was stupid to act on it.

“I see Eldrick is staring again.” Sihtric spoke, the name of your admirer made you focus on their conversation again. You decided to finally look in the mans direction who was eating some paces away and he gave you a sweet smile. “For the love of god.” You muttered.

“Does that mean you do not share his affection?”Osferth suddenly asked. “No, at least, I think not.” You answered. “You worked hard today, maybe you could find out.” Uhtred said, to your surprise, egging you on to speak to Eldrick. “I don’t know lord.”

Your cheeks were red now, embarrassed by such a suggestion. Usually they had no idea what you were up to. The two years you had ridden with them, their ritual of humping right before and after battle had rubbed off on you and so without their knowledge, you had your fair share of men.

“Do you never indulge in some fun while we’re out?” Finan asked, his question making you run a hand through your hair in distress. “Shut up Finan.” The men laughed around you. “Come on, I didn’t mean to embarrass ya.” You stood up abruptly and placed down your bowl.

“For your information, I do indulge in some fun but just not with any of you.” The men were silent at that and Finan laughed. You walked away from the fire and headed towards the lake, you knew they had already had some ale but still their questions made your skin burn.

So you stripped your clothes when you noticed you were alone at the bank of the lake. You were glad camp was further into the forest and everyone was eating and drinking. Some time alone and cooling off in the cold water would do you good.

Your feet dragged you into the refreshing water of the lake, it looked very clean, almost magical with the way the moonlight was now reflecting on the soft waves. A sigh left your lips as the water fully enveloped you, you started to scrub the dirt of your skin.

After a while, you were fully clean and felt calm again, so you turned yourself to swim back to where you had put down your fresh clothes, next to your dirty ones. But when you turned, you noticed a man starting to walk towards the lake, the dark and the trees and bushes made it hard to see who.

You, however, were not ashamed at this point, the time you had been around Uhtred’s men and riding in the wilderness had made you care less and less for decency. So you swam up to the bank, still fully remaining in the water to cover yourself.

When the man had reached the clearing where the lake resided you could make out who it was. Your heart calmed and relief washed over you when you noticed it was only Osferth. His eyes widened and he quickly turned when he saw you. “I am so sorry, I thought you were- somewhere else.” He stammered out.

“Oh, well… it’s just me Osferth, where did you think I was?” You asked, raising your voice slightly so he could hear you. “I'd rather not say, you seemed worked up about it enough a short while ago.” He said, his back still facing you.

For some reason something in you switched, you were sick of dancing around your feelings for the monk and with the encouragement of the ale that you had paired with your supper, you started to walk out of the water.

When you reached Osferth, you stood still behind him. Your naked body still dripping wet from the lake. “Did you think I was with Eldrick?” You could hear Osferth sigh. “I- I don’t know, perhaps.” He said. “Do you...think I am interested in him?”

Osferth almost turned but stopped himself when he noticed you were naked, quickly looking in front on him again. “Uhm- I wouldn’t know. Are you?” You were taken aback by his question and a small smile tugged on your lips.

“What if I was?” You decided to play with him. You coudn’t see but his face fell. “Then that is your choice.” He said, a bit too rough. “And what if I were interested in someone else?” That piqued his interest. “Who?” He prayed to god you would utter his name, his jealousy was not something he was proud of.

You placed a hand on Osferth shoulder and tugged at him to face you. He slowly gave in but kept looking down. “Aren’t you curious in what kind of fun I indulge in? Baby monk?” His breath hitched in his throat and he nodded with shame.

“Then look at me.” Your command made his eyes carefully flicker upwards. His gaze going over your feet, your legs, your stomach, he paused at your bare breasts. You bit your lip when you noticed him staring. “You like them?” He just nodded once more.

“Then come closer, touch me.” Your voice turned low, almost a whisper. His eyes finally met yours and he slowly stepped towards you. “Let me show you exactly what kind of fun I like.” You said as your hand now caressed his cheek, pulling him even closer to you.

His head dipped lower towards yours, his closeness made you notice how red his face was. You met his lips with yours and kissed his passionately. He seemed more confident now and placed his hands on your bare hips.

His small touch sent shivers through you, you had wanted him for so long. His lips moved against yours with need, wanting to take the lead you let your tongue grace against his bottom lip.

The whine you pulled from him made your knees buckle underneath you. His tongue now met yours, spit mingling as you sloppily made out.

After a while you had to pull away from him to both catch your breath. “Need you so much.” Osferth whispered. You smiled and kissed his cheek. Deciding to take it further, your kiss trailed from his cheek to his jaw.

Then you sucked and licked at his neck, almost making him mewl. Your hand started to wander too, from his shoulder to his chestplate, down to his covered hard on.

When you squeezed his cock through the layers of fabric he choked on his breath. “Please-” He moaned. “Yeah? Does that feel good?” He nodded and whined at your words.

Osferth had no idea you could be so… overwhelming. He had his eyes on you the moment you joined, but he was certain you weren’t interested in someone like him. Preferring the company of real warriors and real men over that of a ‘baby monk’.

But now he knew he was wrong. “Been wanting you for so long Osferth, gonna make you feel so good.” You whispered in his ear. You kept massaging him and felt how he was trembling in your arms.

Then you tugged at his clothes, a feeling of urgency washed over the both of you. Osferth swiftly helped you remove his clothes until he was down to his breeches. The sight before him almost made him drool.

Your naked form moving to kneel in front of him, your hands then pulled down the last piece of clothing covering him. His hard length leaked beads of precum and you licked your lips at the sight.

He stopped breathing when your lips first touched the head of his cock. His eyes closed when he felt your lips wrap around him. But he really lost it when you licked his slit. Crying out your name as you started to really suck him off.

He kept begging for more, his sounds made your clit throb and you couldn’t wait to show him more of what you could do to him. “God- feels so good-” He choked out, his hands were balled into fists and his stomach clenched. “Don’t cum yet baby monk.” You said pulling off.

You then moved to grab his cloak and laid it down on the grass. “Sit down.” He did as you commanded and you moved down with him. Then an idea came across you. “Did you bathe today Osferth?” He nodded, “Before supper, I came here after again, to cool down…why?”

“Get on your hands and knees for me love.” He swallowed and did as you said once again. He had laid with women before, yet he had no idea what you were up to. Once he was in position his body was now also flushed red with embarrassment. “What are you going to do?”

He was a bit nervous, which you completely understood. You rubbed his back soothingly, “Don’t worry, this will feel amazing I promise. If you don’t feel comfortable just tell me.” Osferth nodded and got into position again. He jerked away abit when you gently massaged his stones.

“Is this okay?” You decided to ask. “Y-yes feels good.” He breathed. Your hand then moved to his cock and you jerked him off a bit until his legs were shaking again. “So good for me.” He mumbled something of an agreement and your hand let go of his cock.

Moving instead to his right arsecheek, you caressed it soothingly before guiding your other hand to his left arsecheek. Moving your right thumb near his hole, Osferth jerked forward at the new sensation.

He moaned when your thumb circled the tight ring of muscle. When you started to kiss his cheek, moving closer to his hole he spoke up. “Wait- you cannot mean to...put your mouth...there?” You kissed his bottom once more. “Don’t worry, as long as you bathed I will very much enjoy this, and you will even more. Just give in Osferth, let go of your worries.”

When he went silent and bent down a bit more, you took it as a sign to continue. He must like the idea, because his cock still leaked precum. Using both your hands to spread him, you placed a kiss on his hole, Osferth whimpered at the feeling.

His scent is warm but not unpleasant, so you move back in. He gasps when your tongue swipes over his hole and loudly moans when you circle your tongue harder around the tight muscle. Never dipping in fully, his skin is soft and little hairs dust between his cheeks.

When he cries out a ‘please’, you start to lap faster at him, eager for more of his desperate moans. Your tongue circled his rim and you hear how he gasps and whines. You were certain you were the first woman to pleasure him this way, and it filled you with pride.

Your hand moved to stroke at his cock and you don’t notice how Osferth grips the cloak underneath him for strength. He feels as if he is about to explode, the intense pleasure making his head spin and his cock leak.

Finally you dipped your tongue in his hole, making sure to stroke his cock while you fucked him on your tongue. The gasps and strangled moans you pulled from him made heat pool in your belly, this won’t be the last time you would pleasure him this way.

“Please- Jesus Christ! Don’t stop!” He clearly cared little who heard, outright screaming as you tugged at his cock faster and lapped at him harder. You felt his cock pulse and knew he had to be close. Especially when Osferth started to move his arse back into you, he was covered in sweat, his face contorted in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum-” He chanted, you kept rimming him, combined with a more twisting movement on his length. He still rocked back into your touch, his desperation increasing as well as the sounds of his moans.

“I’m cumming!” He cried out, his seed shooting out of him on the cloak that protected his body from the cold. You didn’t stop as more and more of his seed spurted out of him, milking him while still licking his hole. When he started to go soft, you stopped, giving him a kiss on his arse cheek one last time before he went limp and fell down.

His ragged breaths filled the cooler nights air and you looked at him with a grin. When he opened his eyes his face was still red and sweaty. “I have- no words.” He smiled, his head still in the clouds from his peak. He did not forget to return the favour...

Divider by: @saradika

#tlk #tlk fandom #the last kingdom smut #the last kingdom fanfic #osferth the last kingdom #osferth x reader #osferth x reader smut #osferth x fem reader smut #osferth x fem reader #12 days of smuffmas #smuffmas 2024

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slaytheusurper · 23 days ago

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⭑ Ñuha mandia ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 8/12 of Smuffmas! Sunrise & Orgasm control with Aemond

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

A/N: I'm behind I'm sorry!!!

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Sister!reader

Warnings: NSFW, secret relationship, subby aemond, aemonds just a girl, titty sucking, lactation kink (its bad atp), handjob (m receiving), mommy kink and praise kink

Summary: Aemond needs the comfort of his sister.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

Translation title: "My sister"

Another day arised in King’s Landing, the sun shining brighter and brighter the higher it went. And so it also shone on your face when you woke up. A strong arm was wrapped around you, your back pressing against something hard.

You smiled as you felt Aemond’s steady breath’s on your shoulder, where his head was buried. Sadness made it’s way in your heart when you realised he had to leave soon, before your handmaiden Circe arrived.

It was a secret that started a while ago, one night Aemond stood at your door, tears in his eye and lips trembling. You had of course let him in your chambers and guided him to your bed so he could sit down.

He told you everything, how horrible he felt about Luke, about how the war was too much to bear, how afraid he was to lose you. He confessed how he felt like you were the only one who didn’t hate him. You soothed him and held him close.

When he had backed away little by little, his cheek grazed yours, then your noses touched and before you knew it so did your lips. He took your maidenhead that night, and his need for his sister only grew by the day.

Every night he would come to you, cry in your arms. Then you would kiss and he would turn the kiss into something more. Sometimes he would even suckle at your breast, this would soothe him the most, when you paired that with tugging at his cock, he would come in seconds.

You were only a year his elder and were betrothed to a lord of Highgarden but as the Tyrells refused to participate, they were now seen as an enemy and your engagement was called off by your grandsire.

Aemond had taught you all kinds of depravity, none of which a maiden princess like you should know. But your brother cared little as did you, it was the only way you coped these days. He promised you that when the war was over, you would marry him. Become his queen.

And so it was another early morning spent tangled in his arms, his spent still dripping from your cunt after last nights activities. You turned your body around and he embraced you further in his sleep.

Your hand moved up to his scar, soothing the traumatized tissue a bit. His eye patch was always discarded when he was alone with you. He needed you to see him bare, to console him and praise him.

The feeling of your soft delicate hand on his cheek woke him, and a gentle smile tugged at his lips. “How long have you been doing that?” He asked, his voice low and groggy. You loved his voice the most when he had just woken up, it made desire swirl inside you.

“Not long, you look so pretty like this, with your hair down and the light on you.” You almost whispered. He smiled deeper at your words and opened his eye to look at you. “Pretty?” You laughed and nodded. “Yes, so pretty.”

You kissed his cheek and noticed his mood changed. “What hour is it.” His words made your heart sank. “I believe the hour is still too early, we have some time.” He sighed contently and leaned into your touch. “Good, need you again” He mumbled, you felt it too, he was hard.

You felt his energy shift, from his cold and distant nature to a more vulnerable one. “Do you my love? Do you need mommy to take care of you before you go?” You asked sweetly, in that caring and soothing voice he loved so much. He nodded and his eye shifted to your still naked breasts.

So you moved to sit up against the pillows a bit. Aemond moved with you and you cradled him in your lap. His whole demeanour had now changed and his head laid down on your chest, closer to your tit.

You sighed when his lips wrapped around your nipple and he started to suck. Moving your hand to his head, your fingers ran through his silky strands, soothing him as he sucked on your nipple. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He nodded, his mouth not leaving your skin.

“Does my good boy deserve to cum before the small council meeting?” He let go of your breast for but a moment to speak. “Please mommy, I deserve it so much.” He whined before he continued to suckle at your mount.

“I think so too baby.” As you spoke, your free hand moved to caress his hip and you helped him turn a tiny bit, just enough so you could reach his cock. He clearly needed you bad, with the way his tip was already so red and swollen, a tiny bead of precum at his slit.

Your hand moved between the two of you and you took hold of his shaft, causing Aemond to exhale through his nose heavily against your skin. Your other hand held his head close to your chest as you started to tug the skin over the head of his cock.

Muffled moans and whines filled your bedchamber as Aemond started to suck greedily again, though he didn’t actually drink your milk, it soothed him either way. You started to tug on his cock faster and his hips jerked forward at the stimulation.

He lapped and suckled at your nipple, hips rocking into your hand as you pleasured him. The vibration of his sounds on your breasts fed into your own arousal. He moved his head back as he had to take a deeper breath, pleasure consuming him.

“Mommy- I’m gonna cum-” He whined. Even if he didn’t tell you so sweetly, you felt his shaft twitch in your hand and saw the way his balls tightened. “It’s okay my sweet boy.” You said, caressing his head as he moved back to your breast, he ceased sucking however and placed his cheek on your breast.

A loud gasp left his lips. “Mommy I’m cumming!” Aemond cried, ropes of his cum painting your hand and your stomach. Further strangled moans left his lips as more of his spent oozed out, you made sure to squeeze it all out of his tip before he went soft.

Aemond still breathed heavy against your chest. “Love you so much mommy.” He whined, still a bit intoxicated. “I love you more my sweet Aemond.” You said before kissing his forehead. After you had cleaned him up with your mouth, he got dressed and kissed you goodbye before heading to his duties, now back to his unrelenting facade.

Divider by: @saradika

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd smut #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem reader smut #aemond targaryen x reader smut #aemond targaryen x fem reader #12 days of smuffmas #smuffmas 2024

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slaytheusurper · 24 days ago

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Hello! I really like your two fics for the cutest crunchie nerd 🥰

I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but what if the reader found out that Michael has a crush on her and he's fantasizing him and she's okay with it because she has a crush on him as well.

Thank you and happy holidays!

Happy holidays to you Anon! I definitely plan on making this a fun little series to mess with. So reader will of course find out in the future, for now I still had some other drabbles I wanted our cute crunchie nerd to do but do not worry...reader WILL find out.

I'm dying that multiple people have already send me a message about wanting reader to find out and yeah- ME TOO. And reader will def not mind 🤭🫡

And requests are open! Although it might take a second due to smuffmas but I do read them and put them in my wip 🫶🏻

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slaytheusurper · 25 days ago

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⭑ Fuck men ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 7/12 of Smuffmas! Sharing a drink & Toys with Modern!Aegon

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Bsf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fwb, making out, alcohol consumption, dry humping, blowjob, vibrator play, Aegon fucking you while holding vibrator against both of you ;) and banging on couch.

Summary: After a horrible date, you text Aegon to come over and help cheer you up.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

You slammed the door shut behind you as you entered your apartment, you just got back from a date. The guy gave you no pleasure and left you high and dry so you texted your best friend Aegon to come over.

Making your way to the kitchen you poured you and Aegon a glass of red dornish wine, it was only nine in the evening as you left the guys place early after your horrible date. After about thirty minutes, your doorbell finally rang.

Aegon stood in front of you, his hair a bit of a mess and a sympathetic smile on his face. “Don’t look at me like that.” You warned him. He chuckled and followed you to your living room where you had already placed your glasses of wine on the coffee table.

“You know me so well.” He grinned as he grabbed his glass of wine and sat on your couch, you joined him with a sigh. “So... what happened that was so bad?” He asked before taking a gulp of his wine.

“First of all, calm down with that wine and second of all, the guy was so fucking horrible. He lied about having a job, he lives with his mother who was out of town and he uhm-.” He looked at you with an amused smirk. “And?” You rolled your eyes at him.

Cheeks red at your next words, “He had a micro... you know what.” Aegon sprayed his wine over his lap as he bursted out laughing. Even though you and Aegon were very close, you had never talked about yours or his sex life, but your girlfriends were sadly not available.

“Yeah, yeah real funny.” He seemed to calm down after a minute. “I’m sorry, I feel bad. But he couldn’t- like...pleasure you, in any other way?” You looked away from him with embarrassment and lightly shook your head.

“Hm, well that’s pretty bad.” He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. Just needed to tell someone. Now I’m fucking frustrated once again.” Aegon put his hand on your back and patted it, trying to hold in his laugh.

“Don’t you have… any...other way?” He almost forced it out but was curious to know. “What do you mean?” You looked at him again. “Well you know...like a toy or something.” Now your face really burned red.

You shrugged. “I guess, but it’s not the same as the feeling of another person.” He seemed to think for a moment, his cheeks dusted pink as well as his ears from the wine. “I uhm...wouldn’t mind.” You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Wait- what?” You asked him, almost in a whisper. “I wouldn’t mind, offering myself up I mean.” Your lips parted and he seemed completely serious. “Well if it would be a sacrifice to you, then I’ll pass.” You laughed softly.

His face fell and he put down his empty glass. “I didn’t mean it like that, if you’re interested, we could- I don’t know...be, friends... with benefits.” You looked down at your lap, why the fuck did you just feel your clit throb at his words?

“Aegon I don’t know if that’s smart.” He placed his hand on your knee. “It’s just an idea, if you don’t want to, just forget I ever suggested it.” You looked at him closely, sure Aegon was insanely hot and if he wasn’t your close friend, you would totally fuck him.

“I didn’t say that.” That made him lean slightly closer to you. “Then tell me, yes...or no.” You simply nodded and that was all the confirmation Aegon needed before he slammed his lips on yours. You kissed him back fiercely and heat spread through your body.

You didn’t feel remotely like this with the guy from earlier, something about Aegon made you so pent up. You then felt his hands move to your hips as he tried to pull you in his lap. Throwing one leg over his lap, you sat down, his erection evident through his jeans.

His tongue was warm and wet in your mouth, it made you moan at the sensation. Aegon’s hands moved to grip your arse, urging you to move against him. So you did, rolling your hips against his you finally drew his first moans, and fuck did they do things to you.

Your underwear was soaked already and Aegon only tried to hump you faster against his hard cock. Since you still wore your dress from earlier, it was only your thong covering your wet mound as you moved against his jeans covered bulge.

Aegon stopped kissing you, moving down to your neck instead. “You said you had a toy?” He groaned in your neck. “Y-yes.” You mumbled. “Go get it.” He ordered you in a low voice, one that made a shiver run up your spine.

You moved off his lap and almost sprinted to your bedroom to get the vibrator and a condom. When you came back, Aegon was left just in his boxers and chain around his neck, and he patted the space beside him on the couch. You bit your lip and moved to sit next to him again.

His breaths were heavy in the air and you placed the toy and condom on the coffee table. “What do you want first, for me to eat you out, to suck me off or to immediately fuck you while I’ll hold your vibrator against your clit?”

You sucked in a breath, the idea of sucking him off while he moaned above you was too good to pass up. “How about...I’ll blow you first, then you fuck me with that toy.” You almost whispered, the words so vulgar towards your best friend.

“Good girl.” Your knees almost buckled at his words and your hand moved to rub his hard on through his boxers, squeezing the tip so precum stained the black material. He groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back against the couch.

Your hands moved to his waistband and tugged his boxers down, he lifted his hips to help you. Then you moved closer beside him and lowered your head to start kissing his thighs, he inhaled sharply when you started to move closer to his cock.

Reaching his balls, you kissed and licked at them a bit before taking his shaft in your hand. Pumping him before taking him into your mouth. Sucking at the tip, you quickly grew addicted to his tangy and musky taste, letting your tongue glide over his slit.

You sucked him off while moving your hand to his balls, meanwhile Aegon was loudly moaning above you, not being able to hold in his pleas. He stopped you before he could fill your throat and urged you to take off your dress, you did as he asked.

Immediately removing your bra and thong as well, Aegon cussed under his breath as he took you in. “You’re so fucking hot.” You smiled at him and Aegon moved you to lay down on the couch. When his fingers teased your entrance, he huffed out a breath to find you already soaking.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me.” You closed your eyes at the feeling of his fingers. “Please, Aeg just fuck me already, can’t wait.” He chuckled and fetched the condom from the coffee table. He bit the top of it off and rolled the condom over his tip, then he moved to grab the vibrator.

Turning it on, he pressed a few more times to make it vibrate a bit more intensely before he pressed it on your clit. The vibrations made you arch your back off the couch, and moan in pleasure. When he felt he had teased you enough, he let the head of his cock carefully slip into your entrance.

You hissed at the feeling, his cock stretching you out deliciously while he distracted you with the vibrator. When he was fully sheated inside, he started to move, letting the vibrator pleasure your clit while he fucked your tight hole.

“The way you clench around me feels so fucking good.” He panted, moving his hips a bit faster to draw more of your sweet moans from you. “Gods it feels insane Aegon- don’t stop-” You cried out, his hips now pounded faster into you, his cock hitting your g-spot, while he turned up the vibrations a bit.

You whined when he slowed. “Move up so I can lay behind you, I’ve got an idea.” He panted, his mind already fogged with lust. You did as he told and waited for him to lay down on the couch, then he helped you lay on his chest, your back pressed to him.

He laid against your pillows and sat up just a bit. Planting his feet into the soft cushion of the couch, he moved your legs on either side over his. Aegon then grabbed his length again, vibrator still in his other hand. Both of you moaning at the feeling of being so close again.

When he filled you to the hilt, he moved the vibrator to cover both your clit and where you were connected. Now knowing what he was up to, you begged for him to continue. It didn’t take much for him to turn it on again and he cried out at the vibrations now also stimulating his cock.

He started to fuck up into you and you fell back against his chest as the feeling of the vibrations and his cock splitting you became almost too much. His now moans turned into whines, filled your ear and you forgot about your lovely neighbours below as the couch creaked with your movements.

“The fucking- toy- feels so good- seven hells!” He strangled out a moan as he fucked you faster, the both of you so close to your release. “Aeg- I’m gonna cum- please- don’t stop-” You whined out, the slick sounds lewdly filling the air as well as the smell of sex.

“Yeah? You gonna cum baby? So fucking close too-” He groaned in your ear, with only four more thrusts, you clenched and trembled on top of him and screamed his name. Aegon had no mercy and continued to chase his own relief which he soon after found.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck- Yessss!” He cried out as his balls smacked against you, the vibrator overstimulating the both of you. His seed filled up the condom and you could feel his abs clench underneath you. With a few for soft thrusts he quickly turned off the toy and heavy breaths ghosted over your skin.

“That- was fucking insane.” He chuckled, following up with a content sigh. The both of you were pulled out of your highs when there was a loud banging on the door. If only you had considered your neighbours...

Dividers by: @saradika

#hotd #house of the dragon #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader smut #12 days of smuffmas #smuffmas 2024

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slaytheusurper · 26 days ago

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⭑ Frantic Friction ⭑

Ewanverse masterlist

A/N: HELLPP THE MICHAEL GAVEY BRAINWORMS GOT MEEE!!!!

Request: No

Pairing: Michael Gavey x (Not present) Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Michael watching porn, male masturbation, bed humping/grinding, whiny/needy/horny/shaky Michael ;)

Summary: Michael had a stressful day, who could blame him for indulging in some porn?

Word count: 1.1k

Michael moved through the hallways of Oxford, almost racing past students with determination. He had been so stressed and irritated recently, any group project was hell for him but being paired with Oliver?

His face was red with embarrassment as he thought back to that night. That night when Oliver left him for them. He was glad when he finally reached his dorm building and fished his keypass out of his pocket to open the door.

Michael made his way up the stairs until he reached the right floor, calmness already started to flow through him at being in his familiar place. When he reached his single dorm door, he unlocked it with his key and shut the door behind him.

A sigh left his lips, he had cleaned his room before he left and he already felt more relaxed at the sight of his bed. Dropping his backpack carelessly on the floor, not before fishing out his laptop, he moved to his single bed.

He kicked off his shoes and placed the laptop in his lap once he was sat. His mind was already being plagued with thoughts about her. The only thing that had somewhat kept him sane but also completely insane these past few weeks was you.

Michael thought he hated you, at least he did at first. But then he had a couple of encounters with you and you were so sweet and kind. When Oliver dumped and embarrassed him at the pub you stood up for him. He was pretty sure that that was when his obsession started.

You were sadly part of Felix’ group, even though you also had your own two best friends you spent time with more often, he coincidentally noticed. No he wasn’t stalking you, but he just noticed things quickly. He was quite the observer after all.

His cheeks were already dusted pink when he opened his laptop, he held the ‘on’ button and the screen lit up his face. He typed in his password; crunchie03081984, and opened his search browser.

He almost forgot to switch to incognito before typing in the shameful word, pornhub. His eyes scanned the home page for about a minute until he typed in a bit of a too accurate description of her. He added solo masturbation, as he just wanted to imagine you, alone in your room, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him too.

He scrolled through the hundreds of video thumbnails on his screen but paused when he came across something that piqued his interest. A girl that looked a lot like you, humping a pillow. His mouth watered, cheeks flared and cock stiffened at the thought.

He clicked on the video and made sure his volume was at the lowest, the girl was in only a bra and no panties, lace stockings and a pillow between her thighs. Michael's breathing became heavier when she started to grind her clit on the rougher fabric of the pillow.

Quiet moans left the girl and she gripped the pillow tighter the faster and harder she humped it. Michael’s entire body felt like it was on fire and his cock was now impossibly hard. The more he watched, the more his cock ached for relief.

The girl came closer and closer to her orgasm and as she moaned, Michael panted along with her. After three more minutes the girl trembled as she came with a loud moan, riding out her high before Michael closed his laptop in frustration.

He almost got stuck in his shirt with how fast he pulled it off, unbuckling and unzipping his pants as well. He then removed his underwear and his red, precum leaking cock laid pulsing on his thigh. He got up to throw his clothes next to the bed on the floor and to fetch a towel.

He so badly wanted to try what the girl you did to her your pillow. He still grimaced at the thought of doing that to his only pillow and was in no mood to do laundry this late. He instead settled for his mattress combined with a towel on top, his mouth watered at the thought of the amazing friction it would give.

When he had gotten the towel from his closet, he walked back over to his bed and pulled back his sheets to expose his mattress. He then laid the light blue towel out and climbed on his bed. Michael almost awkwardly tried to find a good position, he rested on his elbows, slightly supporting himself on his knees and lower legs.

His cock rested on the spread out towel, the ever so slight friction already making him whimper. Michael rolled his hips experimentally down against the towel, the feeling of his foreskin being grinded over his tip was intense and spurred him on to hump his cock against the towel harder.

His precum was already turning a patch on the blue towel dark and Michael only started to hump the fabric faster. His breathing became heavier and he let out frantic groans, the feeling of his sensitive tip rubbing against the towel made his head dizzy.

His moans started to fill the room as well as the creaking of his bed as he now laid more flat on his bed, allowing for more pressure on his cock. The way it laid between the towel covered mattress and his belly allowed for his foreskin to perfectly rub over his tip.

Michael humped faster and harder, a sheen of sweat over his body as his ass cheeks clenched from the pressuring movement. His cock grinding over the towel as heavy puffs and huffs left his lips. He felt his legs slightly cramping but couldn't stop due to the pleasure.

“F-fuck, s-so good-” He whined, his hips moving hard and frantic against the bed. He was so fucking desperate for release, imagining he was humping into you instead. Shooting his load deep inside your walls as you begged for his cum, strangled moans left him at the thought.

He was so incredibly close, his breaths now short and high, moans louder and louder, not giving a fuck if anyone heard. He was completely in his own world. His own moans spurred him on and he now fucked himself so hard against the towel his tip was sensitive and red.

Humping harder and faster, he cried out as his balls tightened and ropes of cum pooled underneath him on the towel. “Aaah- fuuuccckkk!” Michael cried, he could feel the stickiness underneath him as he kept grinding against the towel, only stilling when he became too sensitive, almost painful.

He let his entire body collapse as he was still high in the clouds from his intense orgasm, his cock softening underneath him. And so he laid there, covered in his own mess, legs shaking and covered in sweat. He had to do this more often.

Divder by: @saradika

#saltburn smut #michael gavey smut #michael gavey x fem reader smut #michael gavey x reader smut #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey x fem reader #michael gavey fanfic #michael gavey one shot

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slaytheusurper · 27 days ago

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⭑ Don't worry baby ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 6/12 of Smuffmas! Future & Facesitting with Malachy

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Malachy Granger (TGC) x Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, making out, nipple sucking, oral (f, receiving), face sitting/grinding, Malachy cumming in his jeans

Summary: Worrying about your relationship leads to Malachy reassuring you his way.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

“Ah- fuck.” A hot spark from the campfire burned your hand when it landed on your skin. Malachy wasted no time in grabbing your hand and sucking on the painful spot. You smiled at him and grimaced when he overdid it. “Mal stop.” You laughed.

“No, my pretty girl hurt herself.” He smiles as he overly sucked on your hand again. You pulled away and smacked him playfully, before laying against his chest again. It was the first time in a while the two of you had time for each other and you savoured every second.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your hair, kissing the top of your head with affection. “Love you too.” You whispered back, eyes watching the soft ripples of the lake. It was your favourite spot to meet up with Malachy.

Since he had his own tiny speed boat he built, he often drove the both of you to this teeny tiny little island that had a small pebble beach in the middle of your hometown lake. Surrounded by trees and nature, it was a beautiful spot for privacy. And how lucky you were, only Malachy knew it.

The spot was now veiled by darkness and starts, the spring evening already rolling around. After work both you and Malachy decided you needed some time to dedicate to each other. You have been dating for three years now, and the both of you had pretty much avoided anything about your future together.

Not that either of you weren’t committed, you both just liked to ‘go with the flow’ as Malachy loved to put it. Both of your parents often asked if they could meet the other parents, when and if you were going to look for a house together, if and when he would propose.

But the both of you didn’t want to rush it, lately however, the feeling of being stuck in the same place started to nag you and you desperately wanted to talk to Malachy about it. Today you decided you had enough and would finally talk to him.

“Mal?” You softly said. “Yes darling.” He spoke more clearly, his chin now resting on your head. “I was... thinking, do you feel... stuck. Sometimes?” His brows furrowed and you turned to face him, away from his warm embrace.

“What do you mean?” You tried to gather the right words. “Well, we’ve been dating for a long time now and...I don’t know. Maybe we should think about- moving forward, like as in...moving in, together.”

The words almost seemed stuck in your throat but you forced them out anyway. He nodded and seemed to think for a moment, which only fueled your anxiety. He noticed your nervous expression and spoke up before you could back out.

“I would love to, don’t get me wrong. I was just thinkin’ that we have to look for a house then. My flat is too small and I am not moving in with you and your parents.” He chuckled. Relief washed over you and you moved to embrace him again.

He kissed your cheek and his beard scratched your face. “Did you think I wouldn’t want to?” You shrugged as you still held him close. “No but maybe you weren’t ready, which would’ve been okay but we definitely needed to talk about it, our future.”

“I am ready, I’m ready for anything with you.” He whispered. You moved back a little and caressed his cheek before kissing him. Like with any kiss with Malachy it quickly turned heated. His lips moved rougher and faster against you, and he laid you down as he got on top.

“Want to finish this night off well baby?” He whispered lowly in your ear as he paused kissing you. You nodded at his words and pulled him back in. Malachy’s tongue slowly graced your bottom lip and you met his tongue with yours.

The campfire crackling next to you as you messily made out with him. His kisses then moved from your wanting lips down to your jaw and neck. He sucked marks on you with lust, he loved to show everyone who you belonged to.

“Gonna eat you out so good baby, they’re gonna hear you on the mainland.” Your cheeks burned as you felt him massage your tits through your shirt. He needed them bare however and helped you pull it off quickly.

Opting for no bra, your breasts were immediately exposed. You could hear Malachy groan at the sight of them and he wasted no time diving in. He started to lap at your nipple, his other hand moving to undo your jeans. Pausing his movements for a moment to fully pull them off after having removed your boots.

Then he moved back to your nipple, now sucking on it eagerly, never neglecting your other breast. His hand went back to stimulate your clit through your underwear, making sure you were nice and horny for him.

“Love your tits so much baby.” He mumbled against your skin. The cold breeze making the spit left on them harden your stiff peaks. He then moved down your belly, kissing and licking. The hairs on his face, scratching your skin.

He ripped your panties down, and kissed your mound with lust. Whimpers left your lips at the feeling of your boyfriend teasing you so cruelly. His hands caressing your thighs lovingly while his mouth kissed your folds. But then he pulled back.

“Want you to ride my face, no one will hear us here. Could let out all your moans for me.” He suggested huskily, the light of the fire making his hard on stand out. And when Malachy was hard and horny, he was desperate for anything.

You smiled and bit your lip when you watched him lay down, following after him to first sit on his chest. “No no baby, up higher.” You reluctantly moved up, hovering over his eager tongue. Malachy had no patience left and pulled you down by your thighs.

His tongue almost instantly penetrated your hole and you let out a loud cry at the feeling. His warm wet muscle started to fuck up inside you. His own groans ripping deliciously over your skin, and his beard adding to the stimulation.

His grip on your hips tightened and he urged you to grind on his face, now consumed by desire and arousal, you did as he asked. His tongue moved to your clit and with each hump on his face you fucked yourself to climax.

You were so close, Malachy watched you with admiration, your face contorted in pleasure and moans of his name leaving your beautiful lips. He could feel his own cock straining against the confines of his jeans and when he accidentally moved his hips up in the heat of the moment, his tip caused pleasure to spark through him as well.

He tried it again and his jeans provided the delicious friction once more. He moaned at the feeling and with the added sensation of you fucking yourself on his tongue, he started a desperate pace of humping his cock against his jeans.

Your hands flew to his hair and you could feel yourself topple over. Spasming above him as your thighs clenched his head. It felt too good and you felt Malachy squirming underneath you. When the burning pleasure had somewhat subsided you moved off him.

Your mouth fell agape at the sight, Malachy didn’t stop rolling up his hips. A wet patch covered his crotch as he let out strangled moans of pleasure. His hips wriggled in frustration and his whines filled the air.

He started to mumble pleas incoherently and cried out hard as his cum filled his underwear. You breathed heavy next to him, watching with wide eyes as he came so hard from such a simple movement. “Fuck baby.” He chuckled as he finally stilled.

“Can’t resist when you fuck my face.”

Dividers by: @saradika

#the jetty smut #the jetty fanfiction #12 days of smuffmas #smuffmas 2024 #malachy granger smut #malachy the jetty #malachy granger x reader smut #malachy granger x reader #malachy granger x fem reader smut #malachy ganger x fem reader

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slaytheusurper · 27 days ago

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⭑ Missing you ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 5/12 of Smuffmas! Letters & Lingerie Kink with Tom

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Bennett x Gf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, panty smelling, horny/pent-up Tom, male masturbation and panty/hand fucking (?)

Summary: You sent your handsome soldier a little gift to enjoy.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

Tom clutched the piece of paper in his hand, the cabin was pretty much empty as it was still early evening. But he was finally released from his duties for the day. War had been hard on him, although he tried not to tell her that.

He did his best to sound as hopeful and positive with a mix of humour in his letters to her. She worried easily and even though he did not blame her one bit, it did make him more anxious.

His eyes scanned the cabin and one of his mates was the last one to leave. It was empty and Tom couldn’t wait to rip open his envelope from you and distract himself with your loving words.

He couldn’t wait to find whatever was written inside the letter, probably just what you have been up to. But that was a nice form of escaping his own reality nonetheless. He quickly found his own bed and sat down.

His fingers swiftly opened the envelope and he was surprised to not only find a letter but a pair of your lace panties as well. He fished them out and looked around before he smelled them. They were clean and smelled of your vanilla perfume.

He inhaled the scent with a sigh and remembered there was a letter in the envelope as well. Tom grabbed the letter and unfolded it, his eyes scanning over his pretty girlfriend's handwriting.

Dear Tommy,

You already know I miss you so much. But I will tell you every week anyway, I don’t want you to feel like I ever forget about you. I won't ever forget your handsome face and beautiful smile and your horrible jokes. Hopefully you’ve found the little gift I hid for you in the envelope, it’s yours to play with until you give them back to me.

I wish I could hug you right now, and kiss you. I miss the feeling of your warm skin on mine, the way your fingers trace my arm. And of course other things that are a bit too erotic to mention in writing, but I can’t wait until you return.

Because then, I will do anything you want, anything at all. Hopefully there are really only three more weeks left and then I’ll have you in my arms again but for now, I’m going to dream about you enjoying your gift.

I love you,

Hopefully soon to be Mrs Bennett

He sucked in a sharp breath after reading her words, his cock already starting to stiffen in his underwear. After all this time, even the wind could make him hard. He was so sensitive and pent up, his hand reached for her lace panties again.

Looking around once more to ensure he was alone, he started to undo his pants, pulling down his bedsheets so he could somewhat hide under them if someone were to catch him. He pulled his underwear down in one go with his pants, his erection already resting hotly against his thigh.

He fisted his cock with one hand and brought her panties to his nose with his other, starting a soft pace when inhaling her smell. He hissed and groaned while he tugged at his cock, he hadn’t had time or privacy to pleasure himself for about four days now.

To say he was pent up was an understatement, he was used to pounding into her tight hole every single day and now he barely got to fuck his own hand. His mind went back to the memories of her.

His hand moved faster over his tip but slowed when an idea popped into his mind. He let go of his cock and held her panties in his right hand before moving them over his shaft. The material of the lace was rougher than his skin.

It provided him with a newfound pleasure and he had to bite down on his lips when he started to pump his cock again. His eyes rolled back and pleasure consumed him. Soft grunts left him anyway and a light sheen of sweat dusted his skin.

It was already quite warm on the ship and his sinful activities made the room even hotter. He could already feel his orgasm building, having not masturbated in a while, it was hard for him not to cum too fast.

He moved the lace deliberately over the head, precum making the fabric more slick. He imagined it was her clothed cunt humping his cock, the idea of her dry humping him drawing moans from his lips.

His balls tightened and Tom held his breath as his orgasm burned through him, it was more powerful then his latest and he bit his tongue as his seed painted the panties. He held his breath as he kept cumming, his eyes closing as the climax did not subside.

Neither did his cum, ropes and ropes came out and now even his belly was sticky with his spent. After twenty seconds he was milked dry and felt his cock soften again, he was covered in his own cum and his face red and sweaty.

How the fuck was he supposed to clean his mess up subtly?

Divider by: @selysie

#smuffmas 2024 #12 days of smuffmas #tom bennett #tom bennett x reader smut #tom bennett world on fire #world on fire smut #tom bennett x fem reader smut #tom bennett x fem reader #tom bennett x reader

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