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kinktober day fourteen - thigh riding

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriend comes home tired, but still wants to take care of you (Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut with little plot, thigh riding, reader cums against spencer’s thigh, clit stimulation (and how she cums), established relationship, spencer calls reader sweetheart and angel, reader calls spencer baby, post prison spencer, uh i think that’s it?? lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 626

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: also had this idea before, so again, two birds with one stone

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you’d been sat on the couch waiting for Spencer to come home, wearing one of his shirts and curled under the large blanket that lived on the couch. 

humming at the sound of his keys working open the front door and smiling up at him as he walked through it, a tired smile on his face. 

watching as he set down his bag, and moved closer to you. one of his big hands cradling your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning into his touch before he was pulling away to sit down next to you. 

“need you Spence”

you told, pouting at him and sitting up on your knees next to him. soft hands soothing across his chest and loosening his tie, fingers deftly working open the top button of his shirt while his left arm hooked around your waist to pull you closer. 

the tired smile on his face still there while his head lulled back, watching you through heavy eyes and his right hand reaching out to pull you even closer. 

“too tired to fuck you sweetheart”

his voice a low rasp, settling on his thigh and searching his eyes with a needy pout still. 

hands grabbing at his shoulders while his soothed down your sides to grab at your hips, positioning you right atop his thigh. your barely covered core sitting flush with the fabric of his trousers, gasping at the contact. 

“can you do this for me?”

nodding slowly at his question, lifting from his thigh enough to pull off your panties before sinking back down. 

hands keeping their grip on his shoulders as your hips started to rock, gasping at the friction to your clit and digging your nails into his shoulders over his shirt. 

“Spence”

the whine of his name had a smirk making its way onto his face, his big hands lay on your hips under his shirt to guide your movements. 

watching you through hooded eyes and mesmerised from the movement of your hips, the fabric of his trousers rubbing against your clit and making heat spread through your body. 

“oh i know sweetheart, doing so good for me, keep going”

mewling at the words falling from his lips and grabbing tighter at his shoulders, the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach had your mind going hazy while embarrassment simmered from the short amount of time it’s taken to push you towards your climax. 

bucking your hips with more pressure, an amused but tired smirk plastering across his face. big hands continuing to hold your hips and guide the erratic bucks you were doing. 

“talk to me angel, you almost there?”

finding yourself nodding as words couldn’t, and wouldn’t, fall from your mouth. but his grip on your hips tightening had words falling mindlessly and without a second thought. 

“fuck, yes— so close baby, please”

his eyes gleaming with pride at your words, the smirk on his face faltering into a tired smile as your hips continued against his thigh.

the coil in your belly about to snap, and he must’ve sensed that too. his hands pulling you against his thigh while it tensed under you, bringing more friction to your clit. 

“there we go, cum for me angel”

the soft assurance from him had you toppling over the edge, hips jerking against him and falling against his chest with a while. arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders while babbling against his neck. 

walls spasming around nothing as your climax hit, release spilling out to coat the fabric of his trousers and creating a sticky wet patch against him. his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before whispering out to you. 

“i know i know, did so well for me”

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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinktober masterlist

ཐི♡ཋྀ welcome to my first kinktober, i’m lowk really nervous for this, so be kind please. please read all the warnings posted on each fic, they're all listed, and if anythings missing lmk! all works are fem reader

ཐི♡ཋྀ prompts used from this post, full credit to them for all prompts used

ཐི♡ཋྀ all work on @etclouie and can be found under #ᯓ⭒ louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ

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day one; overstimulation - Glenn Rhee

day two; praise kink - Alex Keller

day three; car sex - Abraham Ford

day four; creampie - Soap MacTavish

day five; begging - Shane Walsh

day six; cockwarming - Sirius Black

day seven; size kink - Simon Riley

day eight; jealousy - Rick Grimes

day nine; breeding kink - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz

day ten; dirty talk - Shane Walsh

day eleven; choking - Negan Smith

day twelve; oral sex - Juice Ortiz

day thirteen; mirror sex - Soap MacTavish

day fourteen; thigh riding - Spencer Reid

day fifteen; first time - Chibs Telford

day sixteen; shower sex - Derek Morgan

day seventeen; office sex - Aaron Hotchner

day eighteen; late night sex - Jax Teller

day nineteen; outdoor sex - Daryl Dixon

day twenty; sugar daddy - John Price

day twenty-one; one night stand - James Potter

day twenty-two; sex on film - Kyle Garrick

day twenty-three; pillow talk - Jax Teller

day twenty-four; mask sex - Simon Riley

day twenty-five; uniform sex - Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes

day twenty-six; nudes - Chibs Telford

day twenty-seven; spanking - Negan Smith

day twenty-eight; early morning sex - Daryl Dixon

day twenty-nine; secret relationship sex - Merle Dixon

day thirty; handcuffs - Luke Alvez

day thirty-one; friends with benefits - Jax Teller

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kinktober day twenty eight - early morning sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: finding a quiet moment with your husband early one morning (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria before the saviors

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut (with tiny plot), p in v, creampie, soft!daryl + husband!daryl, reader and daryl have two kids, daryl kinda needs some reassurance towards the end, they both say they love the other, uh i’m pretty sure that’s it?? kinda ended abruptly too ?? lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.3k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: written with this oneshot in mind

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you’d woken up early, before Daryl and definitely before both of your children. 

Daryl was curled into your side, his head on the swell of your breasts and his left arm draped across your stomach as he slept. 

he looked picture perfect. 

hair messy and askew across his face, brown curls draped over his closed eyes. 

lifting your hand and brushing his hair from his face, humming at the sight of the face you fell in love with all of those years ago. 

simply admiring him as he slept, left hand soothing across his back— careful of all the scars that adorn his skin. 

the peaceful nature normally didn’t last long, your daughter always vowing for Daryl’s attention first thing until last. he didn’t mind of course, he loved this chance at being a dad and you loved watching him being a dad. 

but the peace and quiet was a craving you always had when you woke up, even more so with Daryl curled so warmly in your arms. 

as if he could feel your stares even in his sleep, Daryl began to stir. a low tired groan pushing past his lips as he buried his face in against your throat, laughing softly at his groggy state while your hand moved up his back and into his hair once more. 

“morning Dar”

you greeted, keeping your voice soft. he let out a grunt in recognition— his own way of saying good morning. 

scratching your nails softly across his scalp as you continued on, your nails pulling something akin to purrs from his lips. 

“it’s early, kids are still asleep”

innuendo laced your words, and it had his head lifting to meet your gaze. meeting his tired yet hungry eyes while he sat up on his knees between your legs, big hands pulling you closer to him and your head thumping against the pillows while you giggled. 

“good idea then?”

you asked softly, gazing up at him with an equal want. he nodded in response, eyes mapping across your body and focusing longer on the exposed skin that peeked out through your pyjamas. 

“grea’ idea”

he mused, eyes focused on your body while his big hands pawed at your hips. despite his hunger for you his touch was soft, caring— loving. 

his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your shorts, gaze flicking to yours for permission and receiving a nod in return. 

without waiting another minute he was pulling down your shorts, the cotton tossed aside before he moved to repeat his action with your underwear. 

“too many fuckin’ layers”

he complained, finally getting off your underwear and letting his gaze drop lower to your cunt. he groaned at the sight, his hands pushing your thighs further apart and spreading you wider for him. 

his gaze predatory as he watched your cunt drool with arousal, walls fluttering around nothing as warmth pooled in your belly. 

“Daryl, please”

pleading with him until his gaze was on your face again, his head nodding eagerly. his left hand coming up to brace himself on the pillows by your head, while his other hand was pushing down the waistband of his boxers until his cock was springing free. 

you hummed at the sight, his cock throbbing with need against your thigh and the head of him leaking pre-cum. 

“you’re so hard already”

he huffed out a breath of air, his right hand wrapping around himself and giving a couple strokes. your eyes followed his hand as it moved along his cock, the movement rhythmic and hypnotic. 

“‘ad a dream ‘bout you”

he admitted softly, a groan slipping past his lips as he continued to stroke himself. heat flooding his body and his cheeks turning pinky, almost in embarrassment about having a wet dream about you. 

reaching one of your hands between your bodies to wrap around his cock, taking over stroking him and pulling groans from his chest. 

his hips pushed forward as he leaned in to press his lips to yours, his right hand slipping between your bodies again to swipe the tip of his cock through your slick. both of you gasping against the others lips, his hair fallen in your face as he hovered inches from you. 

“need ya sweet’art”

he drawled, his thumb on the top of his cock as he rocked his hips against you. continuing his back and forth motion before nudging himself at your entrance and sliding in in one smooth thrust. 

both of you mewling at the feeling, your walls fluttering desperately around him and trying to accommodate to his intrusion. 

“shit— so fuckin’ tight”

he groaned out, his cock throbbing in your warmth as he bottomed out. his right hand snaked under your t-shirt to palm at your boobs, his thumb padding over your peaked nipples before rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. 

whining at his touch, your back arching up towards his hand and a chuckled out groan falling from his lips. 

your hands falling to the hem of your t-shirt and helping to remove it, hearing his breath hitch at the sight of your body before he was leaning in to kiss you again— cock still throbbing inside you, aching for any sort of relief. 

“so fucking pretty darlin’,”

he drawled out against your lips, nodding at his words and hooking your arms around his neck to pull him closer and into another kiss. 

the kiss was needier this time, all teeth and tongue. Daryl was pouring every emotion into the kiss all while his hips drawed back, his cock sliding majority of the way out before pushing back into you. 

his pace starting slow, both of his arms on either side of your head. your face inches from his, and his eyes searching yours. 

fingers softly brushing his hair from his face as his hips picked up their pace, his hair jostling back into his eyes with every thrust he gave. 

“mhm love you Dar”

you mewled out after brushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear, blue eyes looking back at you— his pupils blown wide with desire. 

he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, his hips rutting deeper into you as you parted your lips to allow him to deepen the kiss. his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours, the kiss conveying all the thoughts and feelings he had. 

everything Daryl gave you— sexual or not— made warmth flood your heart, he made you feel loved in every aspect of your life together. and his sheer determination on pleasing you in moments like this showed his want and love. 

his hips continued, the subtle sound of skin slapping against skin filled your room and still quiet house. 

Daryl dropped his head to your shoulder, face tucking in against your throat as heat poured through his body and settled in the pit of his stomach. 

the feeling that shot down his spine was all too familiar, one that made him feel as if he was about to cum too soon.

“close darlin’, shit ‘m sorry”

the words came flowing out, his thrusts stuttering briefly before he continued. his cock hitting that one spot over and over, sending you hurtling closer and closer to your climax. 

“it’s okay, don’t be sorry”

you reassured, his head lifting and his eyes searching yours. nodding in response to his quiet question before he was dipping his head again, tangling your fingers in his hair and scratching your nails across his scalp. 

his groans against your throat and his desperate thrusts showed his impending release, the coil in his belly teetering on snapping. 

“i’ve got you baby, it’s okay”

the words whispered against his ear followed by your cunt fluttering around him was his undoing, he groaned desperately against your throat as the coil snapped. 

his balls drawing up as he spilling himself inside you, his thrusts shaky as he worked himself through his climax. 

subsequently, his undoing was yours as well. 

your cunt spasming around him as the pool of arousal bubbled over in your belly, your climax crashing over you and your release coating his cock. 

fingers tangled in his hair and pulling him up into another kiss, your gaze reassuring as he pulled back to mumble out to you. 

“love you too darlin’”

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kinktober day seventeen - office sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: stealing a minute with your boyfriend in his office. (Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: sex on hotchs desk, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), swallowing hotch’s cum//cum eating??, hotch makes up a lie to get everyone to leave towards the end, they’re dating but the team doesn’t know, reader is part of the bau, uh i’m pretty sure that’s it?? lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1,062

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: yes, the most overused hotch prompt 

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no one on the team knew about your relationship, so sneaking around together was the only way you got your fix of each other. 

Aaron had given everyone extra paperwork to keep them busy, after having been interrupted on your last morning together due to a case, so his main focus was you. 

calling you up into his office, making up a lie as to something about your case report. 

locking the door behind you before pressing you up against it, his lips pressed to yours in a bruising kiss while one of his feet kicked your legs further apart. 

his knee pressing between your thighs and your breathing catching in your throat. 

“Aaron”

the sound of his name on your tongue was like music to his ears. his hands on your hips pulling you against his chest before moving you over to his desk. 

setting you down on the edge of it while settling between your legs, the growing bulge in his slacks pressed against your thigh. 

“need you so bad honey”

he mumbled into your neck, his hands pushing your skirt up around your hips and his thumbs hooking into your panties to work them off. 

your eyes focused on his face so you missed the way he pocketed your panties, the lace in one of his blazer pockets before shrugging off the jacket entirely. 

soothing your hands across his chest and down towards his belt, not wanting to waste anymore time nor cause any suspicions from being in Aaron’s office too long. 

“Aaron, please”

the sound of his name on your tongue had him moving faster, helping you work open his belt and working down the zipper of his slacks. watching him through hooded eyes as he pushed his trousers and boxers down enough to let his cock free. 

“need you”

desperate plea hitting his ears as his hands wrapped around his cock, groaning at the feeling of his own hand before stroking himself languidly. 

the look on your face was all he needed, hiking your leg higher on his hip while positioning himself at your entrance. 

eyes searching yours before giving him a small nod, arms crossed behind his head to hold him closer. his gaze between you both and focused on the sight of his cock pushing into your warmth. 

a mix of your soft moans and his low groans filled his office before he was shushing you with another kiss. the kiss was desperate, all teeth and tongue, never seeming to have enough of the other. 

“move please”

you had managed to mumble out against his lips, being met with a smirk in return as he pulled halfway out of your warmth before pushing back into you. 

groaning at the wet warmth of your cunt as he started his pace, faster than how he normally fucked you— more desperate now. needier. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the otherwise quiet room, his lips finding the exposed skin of your neck and kissing across it while his hands held your hips down against the desk. 

arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, gaze hooded and hazy as you met his eyes. a similar look to your own looking back at you, a rare sight. Aaron never let himself be this desperate or needy. 

the continued drag of his cock against your walls had your toes curling, heat in the pit of your stomach deepening as he pushed you closer and closer. 

the sheer force of his thrusts had a loose pen toppling off of the wooden desk and onto the floor, followed by an odd couple pieces of paper as they crackled after the pen. neither a care from you both as he continued pushing you both towards your climax’s. 

feeling you flutter and clench around him had a sudden groan pushing from his chest, his body teetering on the edge of pleasure. 

“fuck sweetheart, i’m there. need you to cum first, can you do that for me?”

warmth bubbling in your stomach, and your release drawing closer and closer with each push and pull of his hips. 

nodding meekly at his words, hands grabbing at his shoulders as your climax rippled through you. cumming with a shaky cry of his name as your walls pulsed around him, his breathing hitched as he helped fuck your through your climax. 

whining as he withdrew from your warmth, hooded eyes meeting his in question before he was pulling you from the desk gentler than expected. sitting on your knees below him while he pumped his cock in his big hand, his other hand holding your face to look up at him. 

“pretty fucking girl, christ”

the way his head tilted back as his hands stroked himself had his ideas coming to your head, sticking your tongue out to swirl around the head of his cock. a shaky groan falling from his lips as he pushed closer to you, his climax hitting him as the warm cavern of your mouth enveloped him. 

rope after rope of his cum shooting into your mouth, warmth coating your tongue as his eyes followed your features, pulling out of your mouth with another groan. swallowing his release and even sticking your tongue out to him to prove it. 

“too good to me sweetheart”

he told, helping you up off of your knees and pressing a kiss to your jaw. sitting back on the edge of his desk and watching as he redressed himself. 

the small creases in his shirt only visible at your closeness, and his top button undone still. 

your eyebrows knitting together as he stalked towards his office door, glancing over to you to make sure you were out of view as he opened the door, voice holding his usual stoic tone. 

“i’ve just got a call from the babysitter, need to get home to Jack. you’re all free to go home”

as the last word left his mouth you could hear the shuffle of everyone gathering their things before heading out the door. 

watching him come back to you, rough hands finding your hips and bending you over his desk, the swell of your ass pressed to his crotch. 

feeling his body blanket yours, your back pressed to his chest as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. 

“not done with you yet”

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kinktober day seven - size kink 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriends always been bigger than you in more ways than one, but there’s one in particular he likes best (Simon Riley x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: size kink/difference, no reader bodily descriptions other than being smaller than simon, reader gets praised by simon, poorly written smut, smut with zero plot, unprotected sex, reader calls simon ‘big boy’ at the end, lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 745

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: feel iffy about this one cause ik it doesn’t follow a size kink directly

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Simon had always been bigger than you, mainly due to his height and the sheer strength of him in comparison. always grabbing things from the top shelf when you couldn’t reach, but mainly making you feel safe in his arms. 

that was his number one goal, always. 

even when he was pushing you to your limits when fucking you, your safety was always his main concern. 

just like now. 

he had you laid out on your back, his hands having pulled your legs around his broad hips while he positioned his cock at your entrance. 

his touch soft and his gaze holding yours, and his thumb drawing shapes onto your hip. 

watching him through hooded eyes as his cock slowly pushed into your warmth, whining at the stretch to accustom yourself to his size while your nails scratched down his back. 

“i’ve got you, ‘s okay luv”

he whispered out low and soft, his head dropping to your shoulder while you held him as close as possible. breath shaky and back arched up into him as his hips slowly pushed against yours and his cock sliding further into you. 

the thing with Simon was that everything about him was huge; especially his cock. 

you’d almost lost your mind when you first seen him naked. chest scared and a thin trail of hair leading down to his cock from below his bellybutton, and eyes widening as his cock rested against his thigh. 

so now, with his hips rocking against yours and his cock pushing you to your limits, it highlighted the sheer size of him. 

shaky breaths leaving you and fingers tangling in his hair, barely audible murmurs of his name leaving your lips as your walls fluttered around him. 

“doing so good f’me sweetheart”

his voice kept its soft tone, his hands resting on your hips as his thrusts continued at their steady pace. humming softly as he kissed across your jaw before capturing your lips with his, his kisses chaste and soft. 

despite his softness when you took him, trying to accustom yourself to his size; he loved the fact he was bigger than you. it fuelled something almost primal inside him, and his need to push you to your limits growing by the second. 

the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock had muffled groans spilling from him as he kept his head in the crook of your neck, lips pressing kisses to your skin and the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder. 

“Si, close baby, please” 

the shaky plea had his head reeling, heat flushing his cheeks and the warmth emitting from his cheeks warming your skin where you were in contact. 

his right hand slid between your body to press his thumb against your clit, moaning at the contact and your head lulling back. 

“cum f’me sweetheart, i’ve got you”

the reassurance and approval in his voice mixed with his thumb against your clit had you tumbling over the edge, eyes screwed shut and a ragged cry of his name following. 

his hips continuing against you, and his cock throbbing in your warmth, lifting your head enough to watch him withdraw enough to see your release coating his length before he pushed back into you. 

“there’s my girl, doing so good f’me luv”

he praised, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he continued. his thrusts growing sloppy as his climax neared, his cock throbbing in your warmth and a groan leaving him as your nails scratched down his back. 

pressing a kiss to his temple and drawing a groan from him, fingers moving to tangle in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours, and whining into the kiss as he withdrew from your warmth. 

his right hand wrapping around his cock and stroking himself, while his left hand braced himself on the pillows next to your head. 

groans spilling from his lips and his cock throbbing in his hand, his eyes panning down your body and his hips rocking forward into his touch as his climax washed over him. 

his release spurting out and coating your stomach, his groans turning into whines as he milked himself. dropping his head to your shoulder and letting go of his cock as the last drop spilled from him, his breath ragged and uneven while you raked your fingers through his hair. 

“i’ve got you, big boy”

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kinktober day nineteen - outdoor sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: coming back from a small hunt with your boyfriend and you both get lost in each other (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: the quarry

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, p in v, sex against a tree, unprotected sex, pullout method used, kinda praise used??, tiniest mention of shane, uh pretty sure that’s it lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.1k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: actively trying to catch up on my writing

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you’d been out on a small hunt with your boyfriend, gathering what he’d call dinner for the both of you. 

your tent was further away from the rest of the camps, despite Shane’s protests. the ex-cops need to be leader and protect everyone in the vicinity overbearing, and something Daryl just didn’t want to deal with. 

the rest of camp was still visible from the front of your tent, but they couldn’t exactly see yours. 

which is exactly why Daryl revelled in your current situation. 

on the way back from your hunt, ‘dinner’ tossed haphazardly into your tent before he was pinning you against the nearest tree. lips pressed to the column of your throat, and his leg pressing between your legs to apply pressure to your clothes core. 

“Daryl”

the shaky cry of his name had his hands sliding down your body, eyes flicking to yours for approval before carefully tugging down your jeans. 

a groan leaving him at the sight of your revealed skin, fading marks from previous heated moments together adorning your skin. 

“use yer words sunshine”

he grunted out, lips pressing against your throat as he pressed kisses across your skin. one of your arms hooking around his neck while your other hand tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the strands. 

“what if someone sees?”

the question is asked softly, and he’s shaking his head. one hand braced on the tree behind you while the other is snaking down your body and into your underwear, two thick fingers gathering your wetness and circling your clit. 

“no one’ll see, promise you tha’”

he grunts as the words leave his lips, his eyes fully focused on the movements of his fingers. the way your hands are grabbing at him to steady yourself as a loose smirk toying at his lips, eyes slowly trailing up your body to meet yours again. 

“weren’t complainin’ when i was taking yer jeans off”

the whine that left your lips had an amused hum leaving his, fingers continuing against your clit to draw more breathless moans from you. 

hand grabbing at his bicep and feeling the muscle tense under the touch, fingers in his hair pulling him down into a kiss. gasping at the press of his lips against yours— hungry and desperate. 

his tongue pushing past your lips to deepen the kiss, whines continually toppling from your lips as his tongue tangled with yours. 

feeling him pull back and break the kiss had you pouting at him, his free hand moving to work open his belt. watching him through hooded eyes as he popped the button on his jeans and shoved them down enough to free his aching cock. 

“gon’ be good fer me?”

his voice was lower, a lilt to his tone that only came out when he had you like this. 

nodding at his words as his fingers continued against your clit, slick pooling out of you and coating his fingers while an amused smirk graced his face. 

“c’mon use yer words”

he told, withdrawing his fingers from you and listening as you whined at the loss of stimulation. 

“stop teasing Dar, please”

the breathless plea is music to his ears, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your underwear and tugged them down enough to bare your core to him. 

a pleased expression crossing his face as he pulled one of your legs up around his hip, both of your hands grabbing at his shoulders to steady yourself while he swiped the head of his cock through your slick. 

“fuckin’ soaked f’me”

only finding the willpower to nod in response, chewing at your bottom lip to stifle a moan as he positioned himself at your entrance. 

eyes flicking up to yours to see your head nod again, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slowly pushed into you. eyes screwing shut at the familiar stretch to accommodate his size, his head dropping to your shoulder while he mumbled out ‘i know’s against your skin. 

fingers tangling in his hair again to pull him up into a kiss, resting your forehead against his as he pulled back before whispering out to him. 

“need you to move now”

the breathless command had him nodding this time, hips moving against yours and starting an all but desperate pace. 

the sounds of your coupling filling the immediate space around you both, the tree flush with your back rocking with every thrust of his hips. 

his thrusts deep, his cock punching deeper and deeper with every move he made. the head of him hitting that one spot that had your toes curling in your socks, every ridge of his cock gliding against your walls with each thrust he gave. 

“tha’s it, takin’ it so well”

and you’re whining into the next bruising kiss he gives, his big hands cradling your face. 

walls fluttering around him as you hurtled closer to your orgasm, left arm hooked around his neck to bring him closer. 

“Daryl ‘m close”

smirk plastering across his face at the declaration, hands leaving your jaw to grope at your hips. dominant hand snaking between your bodies to press his thumb against your clit again, circles being drawn against the nub that had your eyes squeezing shut. 

“c’mon give it t’me”

he drawled out, kissing across your jaw and down your throat. nipping across the skin as his thrusts grew sloppy, his climax drawing closer too. 

right hand grabbing at his bicep to somewhat steady yourself, his thrusts pushing you over the edge with a shaky cry of his name. 

“there we go, tha’s it”

fingers tangling in his hair as your vision whitened, climax hitting you hard. cunt fluttering around him at his pace, clinging onto him for support as he chased his release. 

his continued assault on your clit pulling whines from your throat, trying to push his hand away. 

“Daryl! ‘s too much”

you managed to whine out, his hand pulling back as his hips stuttered. the coil in his belly tightening before he was dropping his head to your shoulder, hips pulling back from yours and his cock sliding out of your warmth. 

watching as his hips rocked a couple times before he came with a muffled moan of your name, face in against your throat as his cum spurred out across the grass below you both. 

white painting the green and his groans turning into whines, his cock throbbing as he spilled every drop he had to give. 

hands soft across his shoulders, helping him come down from his high. tilting your head to press a kiss to his forehead before whispering out softly to him. 

“i’ve got you Dar”

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kinktober day four - creampie

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: drinks with your boyfriends friends leads to lazy sex in your shared bed and creampies (Soap MacTavish x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: creampies (obvs), unprotected sex, both reader and soap are tipsy but consent is given prior to what’s written, smut with the tiniest plot, poorly written smut, johnny kinda has a breeding kink towards the end??, lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.2k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: personally, i want to have his babies.

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you’d gone out for afternoon lunch with Johnny and his friends, having a drink with your meal while he drank a little bit more than you did, his hand skating under the hem of your sundress and fingers teasing along your panties. you both left tipsy, and horny. 

his lips pressed against yours as you unlocked the door to your shared flat, barely able to get the keys out of the door before he was pushing you inside, hands finding their way under your dress again while you tossed your keys aside. shoes kicked off haphazardly as he walked you backwards towards your bedroom, your hands under his t-shirt to pull it off over his head, breaking the kiss momentarily to get it off leaving you both panting. 

being pushed back onto the bed and watching him crawl towards you, hands grabbing for his belt to tug him closer. humming as he hooked your legs around his hips while you worked open his belt, the jangle of it sounding out through your quiet room. fingers reaching for his fly and tugging it down, eagerly pushing down his jeans and audibly moaning at the sight of his cock bulging in his boxers. 

his body blanketing yours as he assisted in pushing off his jeans all the way, lips pressing against your neck while he kissed down your chest and across your cleavage. your hands cradling his face and watching him through lustrous eyes, as his hands continued to explore your body. 

big hands under your dress and groping at your hips, thumbs eagerly and expertly hooking into the waistband of your panties to tug them off. a groan pushing past his lips, eyes locking with your dripping cunt, hands cradling the backs of your thighs to spread you open wider to his gaze. 

“fuckin’ soaked for me, eh?”

you couldn’t help the moan that pushed out from his words, only being able to muster a quiet “yeah”. eyes drawing heavy as his right thumb moved to swipe through your folds, putting pressure onto your clit and eliciting another breathless moan from you. 

an amused chuckle leaving him as he pulled away, sitting back on his knees while admiring you under him. your dress hiked up around your hips and your cunt on full show for him, whining softly while reaching for him, hands grabbing for his hands and pulling him down into a kiss. 

“fuck me already Johnny”

you’d mumbled out against his lips, another chuckle leaving him at your plea. his bulge pressed against your thigh and his hands pulling you to sit upright, hands pulling your dress off. 

a deep grumble left him, lips attaching themselves to your neck before he kissed down the skin. nipping across your skin, your fingers threading through the more outgrown parts of his mohawk, attempting to pull his lips away from your skin. looking up at him with an all too familiar pleading look, one that had him reeling into action. 

his hands pushing down and off his boxers while his cock sprung free, his tip reddened and leaking eagerly. his hands moving to the backs of your thighs to manoeuvre you onto your stomach, before soothing along your sides. 

one thing about Johnny, was that he loved fucking you from behind. maybe it was his fascination with your ass, or the fact the sound of skin slapping against skin was louder in this position. you didn’t really know, just that the scotsman had an obsession with it. 

his hips rutting against you and his cock sliding against your ass, his face dropping to your shoulder and his lips kissing along the skin he could reach. his left hand soothing across your hip and arching your back into the exact position he wanted, while his right hand eagerly stroked his cock. groans hitting your ear before he was resting his forehead against your shoulder, hand working along his length and beads of precum spilling from him. 

“fuck yer stunning”

the compliment spilled out, humming in response to him and feeling him lift his head to look down towards his cock. glancing over your shoulder to follow his gaze and whining as he sat up on his knees again, left hand finding purchase on your hip while he nudged his cock at your entrance. slick coating his length before he slowly began to push in, both of you moaning at the feeling, despite only half of him being inside you. 

your head falling to the pillows in front of your and hips pushing back against him, both of his hands squeezing at your hips as he pushed the rest of the way in. fluttering around him while he gave you time to readjust to his length, something you never really got used to. 

his cock curved to the left and hit all the right spots every time he pushed into you, and he always without a doubt had the same blissed out look drawn across his face. jaw slack and his eyes hazy, lazily flicking his gaze from where you were connected and then up to your own face. 

whining softly as he pulled back halfway, only the tip of his cock inside you before he pushed back in, drawing loud and lewd moans from you as he started his pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and his thighs pressing against the backs of your own. 

big hands caressing the fat of your ass and groaning as he watched his cock disappear into you, hips speeding up while your cunt fluttered around him. 

moans and groans spilling from both of you, his grip on your hips growing almost painful. a clear sign that he was nearing his release, despite his efforts to hold off. 

“fuck lass, ‘m close. gonny stuff you full of me, yeah?”

he groaned out, his accent thick and his head dropped to your shoulder. thrusts sloppy and staggered as his breathing grew heavier, his hands pulling you flush against him as he stilled, his teasing continuing. 

“yeah baby? that it? you want me to fuck a baby into you?”

your walls fluttering around him had him tumbling over the edge, his gruff groans turning into whinier moans. hips bucking as his release coated your walls, warmth shooting through you before you were tumbling over the edge after him. 

“Johnny, fuck, gonna cum”

the words barely registering in his head, mind fuzzy with the aftermath of his release. the feeling of your cunt tightening around him had his head spinning and his hands pulling you even closer against him. 

your release coating his length and whines pulling from your throat, falling limp against the bed as heat ran through your body. Johnny’s body blanketed yours, and his head on your shoulder, lips pressing kisses across your skin in between words. 

“such a good girl f’me, gonna let me fuck you full of my cum until it takes?”

his words had another whine falling from your lips before nodding softly, a smirk plastered across his face as he continued his kisses across your back. 

“that’s my girl”

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kinktober day eleven - choking

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: being bratty at your boyfriend all day had only one solution he knew would work (Negan Smith x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: before ricks group get involved (if this makes sense?)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, p in v, creampie (it’s negan are we surprised??), choking, daddy kink, negan is a tease, reader is described to have been bratty, lmk if i missed any 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.1k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: this would fix me icl

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Negan had been busy all day, and when he was with you he wasn’t giving you any attention. there was one sure fire way you knew how to get his attention, but it always led to a punishment in return. 

so that’s how you ended up like this, on your back on his bed while he sat between your spread legs. he had you bare beneath him while he still had on his boxers, his bulge evident behind the gray fabric. 

“try again sweetheart”

he coaxed, trying to pull a genuine apology from you while he continued to tease you; just as you had earlier in the day. 

his hands rested on your outer thighs and soothed across the skin, your calves hooked loosely around his hips while your head rolled to the side. eyes hooded and close to closing, and a pout plastered across your face as you babbled out again. 

“said i’m sorry”

he chuckled, shaking his head before leaning down closer to you. letting go of your legs to brace himself on the pillows on either side of your head, his face inches from yours. 

titling your head back to meet his gaze and whining as he still hadn’t touched you despite having you naked below him. 

“try again”

he tried, wanting to hear that one name fall from your lips. his eyes searched yours and chuckling again as they rolled into the back of your head at the teasing roll of his hips, barely enough to give any proper relief but just enough to tease. 

“daddy— ‘m sorry, please”

sitting up on his knees again and pulling another whine from you at the loss of his closeness, reaching your hands up to try and pull him back to you only for them to be pinned to the bed above your head. 

his free hand soothed across your chest, palming at one of your boobs and thumb rolling one of your pert nipples before sliding up to wrap around your throat, fingers applying light pressure and the moan that left you all the confirmation he needed. 

“yeah baby? you sorry?”

tone completely teasing, and the smirk plastered across his face backed that fact up. nodding in response, only for his thumb to swipe along your lips before pushing past them, and a grunt leaving him as your tongue swirled around his thumb, his grip around your throat tightening even more. 

“shit— you’re a minx, y’know that sweetheart?”

he grit out, his other hand letting go of both of yours to pull down the waistband of his boxers. leaving them mid thigh while his cock sprung free, jutting out and hitting against his lower stomach. the tip reddened and leaking with pre, coating the trail of hairs leading from his bellybutton to the base of him. 

“this what you wanted? this why you’ve been needy and bratty all day? just wanted attention and your pussy stuffed”

he chuckled out, dipping his head to nip at the corner of your jaw while your lips kept wrapped around his thumb, both of your hands wrapping around his wrist to keep his hand in place. 

eyes holding his gaze and his free hand slipping between your bodies, giving his cock a couple of pumps before swiping the head of him through your slick and hearing him groan at the wetness that had pooled there. 

“jesus you’re fucking soaked for me” 

the pause he took between the first word had your hips canting up to him, moaning around his thumb while the tip of him pushed into your warmth. 

his hand that was previously wrapped around his cock moving to rest next to your head again, his hips pushing against yours as he slid home in one slow thrust. 

him groaning at the feeling and a desperate whine falling past your lips, his thumb falling from between your lips with a wet pop while your back arched up off of the bed. 

“you gonna quit being a brat now you’ve got what you want?”

nodding eagerly at his question, his hand around your throat applying more pressure and his eyes focused on yours, a silent command to use your words. 

“yes— please fuck me daddy”

listening to his breath hitch at the name, his head dropping to meet your lips in a firm kiss, his tongue slipping past your already parted lips and swirling against your own. 

moaning into the kiss while your walls fluttered around him, his thrusts starting steadily. feeling all the ridges of him with every drag of his cock, his pace keeping slow and almost teasing still. 

the kiss breaking enough for him to murmur out against your lips. 

“can be such a good girl when you try, daddy’s good girl”

the grip of his hand around your neck had your mind blanking, eyes fluttering shut and lewd moans pushing past your lips. 

his thrusts picking up their pace and his groans music to your ears, each roll of his hips filling the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin. 

the coarse hairs at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and applying enough pressure to have you reeling embarrassingly quickly towards your climax. 

whining out his name and reaching your left hand up to tug at his hair, pulling him down and into a sloppy kiss. eyes screwed shut and walls fluttering around him, his voice hoarse as he whispered out against your kiss swollen lips. 

“christ, you close sweetheart? gonna cum for daddy?”

his thrusts picking up as you attempted to reply, and your words coming out in a jumbled mess. his hand around your throat squeezing again while his thumb pushed past your lips again. 

“that’s it, cum for daddy”

the stutter in his thrusts indicated that he was also close, closer than he himself even expected. rutting into you and watching you through hooded eyes, the wet laps at his thumb as your tongue swirled around it had his mind jumping in a different direction to fucking you too. 

cumming with a muffled cry of his name, the coil in your belly snapping and walls spasming around him. 

back arching off of the bed as you rode out your climax, eyes shut while his raked down your body. focusing on where the both of you were connected and a moan falling past his lips as he fell over the edge. 

cock throbbing in your warmth and his hand leaving your throat, arms above your head and his body blanketing yours. rope after rope of white shooting into you as his hips rocked sloppy and lazily against yours, the new warmth inside you pulling another moan from your lips as his head rested on your shoulder. 

“got me wrapped around your pretty little finger, act a brat and get what you want anyways”

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kinktober day eighteen - late night sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: waiting for your boyfriend to finish up at the clubhouse, but you’re both too desperate to wait until you get home (Jax Teller x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, car sex, unprotected sex(it’s me😇), creampie, reader is mentioned to be on the pill, vp jax, reader is described as wearing a skirt, readers car isn’t described apart from having back doors (if this makes sense??), uh pretty sure that’s it but lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.8k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: season one jax my beloved

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you’d arrived at the clubhouse when the boys were in chapel, waiting for them to get out as you hadn’t seen Jax all day. the thump of music from the current party happening making your head spin a little as you sat down next to some of the other girls you knew. 

staying where you were sat as the chapel doors opened, watching him intently as he spoke to various people as he walked over to you. 

his hands going to the couch behind your head as he leaned down to kiss you, your hands soothing across his chest while he mumbled against your lips. 

“hi darlin’, you okay?”

nodding in response, eyes darting around the busy room before standing from the beat in leather couch. 

hands soothing across his chest and under his kutte, the leather outlining the broadness of his shoulders. a pleased hum leaving you at the sight of him, while a knowing smirk worked its way onto his face. 

reaching for one of his hands and leading him outside, mumbling out about just wanting to go home, but the words go in one ear and out the other. his attention locked on your hips as you walked, glancing over your shoulder at him at his lack of a reply and swatting at his chest. 

“mhm sorry sweetheart”

his voice held that lustrous tone, one you’d grown familiar with. leading him towards your car, his mind wandering even further before your soft hands are cradling his face. 

“can drop you off in the morning for your bike, would rather not flash everyone we pass”

the way his hands fall to your hips, and even under your skirt show he knows why you don’t want to go home on his bike. but the thoughts in his head started to take over, head nodding at any and all words falling from your lips while his hands kneaded at your ass under your skirt. 

“Jax, are you even listening?”

the words fall from your lips softly, despite the hint of frustration plastered across your face. he’s nodding again, but more sincere than before— actually listening this time. 

“you don’t wanna ride because you don’t wanna flash everyone, got it”

his hands continued exploring your body, palming and kneading at all the skin he could get his hands on. huffing out a breath of air as he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first before it became needy. his left hand leaving your body to fumble with the handle of the car door, getting it open and helping you inside. 

letting his eyes flicker across your body appreciatively before he was leaning in to kiss you again, murmuring out against your lips. 

“this okay darlin’? not pushing you, am i?”

shaking your head no in response, only to be met with a more serious look on Jax’s face. resting your hands on his shoulders and drawing shapes with your thumbs. 

“words, use your words”

“it’s okay, this is okay”

and the smirk on his face made you smile, a swell of pride filling his chest as he climbed further into the car, your body scooting back as far as you could go to give him more room. 

thighs spread as he settled as best he could between them, his big hands flipping up your skirt as his smirk deepened at the sight of your panties. 

the delicate lace clinging to your curves, his head dropping to kiss across your throat and up your neck to whisper huskily in your ear. 

“these for me?”

nodding as his thumbs hooked into the waistband and slowly pulling them off, a groan falling from his lips at the sight of your pussy drooling between your thighs. 

hands moving down to tug at his belt, trying to get it open and sighing as it wouldn’t budge. 

“eager huh?”

he chuckled out, sitting up on his knees as much as he could and working open his belt. watching him through your lashes as he shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, the head of him already leaking precum. 

pulling him down into another kiss and feeling him smirk against your lips, his cock laying heavy against your thigh.

“need you Jax”

another chuckle left him before he was kissing you again, all teeth and tongue as he rutted against your thigh.

whining at the feeling of him pulling back, watching him through hooded eyes as he reached forward into the front seat looking for your bag. 

simply watching him as you knew what he was looking for, hearing him curse as he couldn’t find one. 

“you always have one, what happened?”

shaking your head in amusement at his question, hands reaching up to cradle his face and pulling him down into another kiss, shorter this time but still filled with the same level of need as the others. 

“last time i was here late with you, used it then”

a deep sigh pushing from his lips before they tugged up into a pout, his body pulling back from yours slightly. 

irritation painted across his face while his blond locks framed his face, his mind racing and the thoughts of just continuing this when you both got home the foremost in his mind. 

“got some at home, can finish this there”

he’d grumbled out, moving his hands to tuck himself back into his boxers before you were stopping him. 

arms going around his neck and pulling him back down into another kiss, soft and chaste. whispering softly against his lips while holding his gaze. 

“need you Jax, can’t start something and give up halfway through. besides, i’m on the pill”

the proposition has his breath catching in his throat, eyes searching yours and finding nothing but surety.  hearing a mumbled and barely audible ‘christ’ fall from his lips, before he was contemplating again. 

“we’ve never done it without one before”

but the soft and reassuring look on your face was all he needed. another kiss before pressed to your lips until he was pulling back and taking hold of his cock, pumping himself a couple of times before swiping the head of him through your folds. coating himself in your wetness before nudging himself at your entrance.

eyes flicking up to yours for permission, and getting a nod of approval. 

hands grabbing at his biceps as he pushed into your warmth, walls pulsing around him and a shaky groan falling from his lips at the feeling. 

the thing is, you and Jax had had sex many times before, but this was new. you’d never let him fuck without a condom before, didn’t want to risk anything. 

but the feeling was new, and really welcomed. 

it made you both feel closer. 

the feeling of you around him was so familiar yet so new at the same time. Jax loved being inside you, helped ease him down after a long day, but this? this was possibly his new favourite. 

“fuck feel so good darlin’,”

his groans were needier, the feeling of you around him had groan after groan leaving his lips like a fountain. 

his arms on the seat on either side of your head as he slowly started to rock his hips, each drag of his cock had your fingers digging into his arms, nails making little crescent moon indents across his skin. 

a cry of his name toppling from your lips caused his pace to pick up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the confined space. 

“jesus, so so good”

his tone dropped an octave lower, the last word catching in his throat as you clenched down on him. 

the feeling too much, too good.

and you both felt it. 

the pool of heat in the pit of your stomach grew with each push and pull of his hips, breath hitching in your throat before mumbling out to him. 

his thrusts holding that same punishing pace he always set, your car rocking slightly with each rock he gave. 

his right arm pulling back from next to your head, his hand shaking between your body to press his thumb to your clit. drawing circles in time with his thrusts, causing you to clench down around him again. 

“shit— not gonna last long if you keep doing that baby”

the admission had a thrill of excitement running down your spine, knowing that you’re the reason he’s so close already just by letting him fuck you without a condom. 

every delicious drag of his cock against your walls kept pushing you closer, mixed with the figure eights he was drawing across your clit. your words coming out in a breathless whine. 

“Jax— close baby”

the confession had him groaning again, the pool in his belly matching the intensity of yours. his thrusts stuttering and his head dropping to your shoulder, groans muffled against your skin. 

“that’s it, fuck, cum f’me darlin’”

the soft approval had your head nodding instinctively, dominant hand holding his jaw and pulling him down into a kiss. gasping against his lips with another deep thrust before toppling over, the coil in your belly snapping and your climax hitting you with a cry of his name. 

his thrusts sloppy, working you through your release and working himself towards his own. 

the way your breath continued to hitch, moans breathless and needy spurring him on. 

“fuck baby, where? where’d you want it?”

since he buried himself inside, the question was floating around his head. 

not wanting to make any decisions on it himself, he put it off until he had verbal confirmation from you. 

“insides okay, don’t have anything to clean up with if you didn’t” 

the words had a choked out chuckle leaving him, despite the moment you were both having. 

his hips continued their sloppy thrusts against yours, chasing his climax and burying his face in against your throat. 

both arms on either side of your head again while your fingers brushed through his hair, lips pressing a softer than expected kiss to his temple. 

a muffled groan of your name toppling from his lips as his climax washed over him. the flutter of your walls around him having pushed him over. 

his cock throbbing in your warmth before spurts of cum filled you, his groans turning needy again and his body staying on top of yours. 

continuing to rake your fingers through the blond locks as his hips stilled against you, his cock remaining buried to the hilt as he basked in the aftermath of his high. 

“fuck darlin’, too good t’me”

laughing softly at his words, watching him intently as he pulled back enough to meet your gaze. big hands soothing across your thighs while he reluctantly pulled from your warmth, and another groan leaving him at the sight of his cum dribbling out of you. 

“can’t go back to fucking with a condom, y’know that? feel too good”

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kinktober day twenty five - uniform sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: two of your childhood friends owing you a favor helps out when they stop you for speeding (Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: pre apocalypse 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie(it’s shane), handjob, oral (rick receiving), no lori or carl😶, reader is described as to be the same age as rick and shane/was in the same year of school as them, shane and rick are lowk dirty cops here (they bang reader to let her off), readers described to be wearing a dress, pretty sure that’s it

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.9k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: no comments

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you were on your way home from work, hitting all the quieter roads and failing to stay at the speed limit. 

on any other day, you wouldn’t have been stopped but today was different. everything that could’ve went wrong today did, just like now. 

you seen the sirens flash behind you, and pulled over with a sigh. rolling down your window and waiting for the cop to walk up to your car, but the look that crossed your face as you met his eyes had a sigh of relief leaving you. 

“Shane?”

you questioned, eyes flicking from his face and then down to the badge pinned to his chest. the gold pin reading ‘Walsh’, a last name you’d grown overly familiar with. 

“mhm you know how fast you were going?”

he asked, his elbow resting lightly on your wing mirror. his eyes flicking from you and the back towards his partner still in their patrol car, unaware of who the other man was; but the feeling in your stomach had your mind racing to your other old best friend— Rick Grimes. 

“was ten over the limit, max”

pleading your case, which made him chuckle. his head shaking from side to side as he moved to cross his arms in your open window, his face inches from yours. 

the minty scent from his gum filling your senses from your closeness, eyes flicking down to his lips before his voice was pulling your attention back to him. 

“still over the limit sweetheart”

a shiver going down your spine at the nickname, eyes finding his again and meeting the gleam in his eyes. 

a pool of warmth setting in your belly under his gaze, leaning closer to him and murmuring out softly. 

“remember that favor you owe me?”

another chuckle pushed past his lips, watching his head shake as he stood upright again, motioning towards his patrol car towards Rick. 

the older of the two moving over to your car, a telling smirk across Shane’s face as he nodded his head towards you. Ricks hands resting on his hips as his eyes met yours, for the first time in years. 

“hm you remember that favor we owe her Rick?”

the favor that you’d brought up was dismal, something from your last year of high school. you’d done both boys a big favor, helping them get out of school for the day while they done something you don’t quite remember. but they both said they owed you one, and now felt as if the perfect opportunity to use up that favor. 

“from high school?”

Shane nodded in response, smirk broad across his face as his eyes skimmed down your body. his right hand reaching for the door handle and pulling open your door, arms crossing over the top of it as both men peered down at you. 

“and how exactly do you want us to repay that favor for you?”

the innuendo was there, all three of you felt it. gulping as you unbuckled your seatbelt before slowly climbing out of your car, heat shooting through your body. 

the road you were on was hardly used by people, so the chance of someone driving by and seeing the three of you was unlikely. 

“you know how Walsh, don’t be dim”

he huffed out a laugh at your words, eyes flicking over to meet Rick’s while he shut your car door. 

sandwiched between both men, your back to Shane’s chest while you faced Rick. 

“gonna let us have fun with you sweetheart?”

Shane’s persistent talking left Rick quiet, not that he minded. it allowed his eyes to rake down your body, stopping at the hem of your dress that Shane was now eagerly pushing up. 

“you’re stunning”

Rick drawled out, his hands lifting to grope at your boobs. his thumbs swiping over your hardening nipples through the fabric of your dress. 

letting out a breathy moan at his touch, back arching towards him while Shane grounded his hips against the swell of your ass. the bulge in his slacks prominent and throbbing in his boxers. 

“reckon she’s soaked for us Rick?”

the words barely registered in your head before one of Shane’s big hands were snaking into the front of your panties to swipe two thick fingers through your folds, pulling more moans from your chest. 

“oh fuck”

you and Shane breathed out simultaneously, yours needier than his. 

whining as his hand pulled away from your cunt to show Rick his now soaked fingers, that smirk still across his face. 

“shit sweetheart”

Rick’s voice dropped an octave, one of his hands keeping your left boob in his hold while the other cradled your jaw. pulling you into a deep, heated kiss— all teeth and tongue while your hips pushed back onto Shane. 

the pool of heat in your belly deepened, warmth settling through your body while both men lavished you with their undivided attention. 

Shane fumbled with his belt, the clank of it sounding as he got it open. breaking the kiss with Rick to glance back at him, his fingers tugging down his zipper while he spat his gum out to the side. 

“ain’t gonna keep you waiting much longer, promise you tha’”

he told before leaning in to kiss you as best he could, hands leaving his slacks to pull your panties down to your knees. the fabric drenched in your arousal. 

“can’t leave Rick without any pleasure darlin’, ain’t fair tha’”

he broke the kiss to mumble against your lips, pulling back enough to meet his gaze. nodding slowly, the words formulating in your head in little coherency. 

turning back to Rick, missing the way he worked open his belt and pushed his slacks down to his mid thigh. practically ogling at the sight of his cock, hot and hard and standing to attention. 

the look on your face must’ve shown your surprise, stood still in place— mind reeling and trying to make sense of what your current situation actually was. 

Rick must’ve sensed your hesitation, big hands cradling your face while pulling you into a softer kiss than before. 

“you sure you wanna do this?”

his soft questioning made your heart warm, almost swooning at his care. 

“want this— want both of you”

those words were all Shane needed to push himself into your warmth in one smooth thrust, his chest flush against your back as he buried himself to the hilt. his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured out lowly to you. 

“c’mon sweetheart, take care Ricky”

your left hand grabbed at Ricks shoulder, helping him move closer before he was kissing you again. tongue licking its way into your mouth and tangling with yours, while your right hand took hold of his cock. 

the tip of him leaking beads of precum, his hips rocking into your touch while Shane slowly started moving his hips against yours. 

“there we go”

his voice came out hoarse against your ear, hearing the smirk across his lips and breaking the kiss with Rick to glare back at Shane. 

“easy darlin’, we’re paying back that favor we owe you”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, his hold on your hips growing tighter as he continued to roll his hips into you. 

each drag of his cock against your walls making you moan lewdly, hand squeezing around Ricks cock and pulling a shaky groan from him. 

your hand moving slow and almost teasingly along Ricks length, twisting your wrist on the upstroke to pull more and more groans from his chest. his hips rocked into your touch and the head of his cock continued to leak, his precum helping to lubricate your strokes. 

“like that darlin’ fuck, yeah just like tha’”

the lilt in his voice grew thicker, hips chasing your hand while Shane continued to thrust into you. his left hand shaking around to your front and pressing two thigh fingers to your clit, drawing tight firm circles against you and drawing whinier moans from your lips. 

the whole scene was lewd, but you felt as if you were in paradise. 

old feelings for both of them resurfacing and feeling as if you were playing out your fantasies. 

“Rick-“

words failed you, but the way your eyes flicked between his and his lips gave away what you wanted. another kiss. 

he was leaning in to press his lips to yours again, your hand continuing along his cock while Shane continued to play with your clit. 

your walls fluttering and squeezing around him had a groan falling from his lips, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder before he was mumbling out. 

“shit sweetheart, squeezing me real tight”

the pool of warmth in the pit of your stomach was at its boiling point, ready to tip you over the edge. 

and with the way both men’s hips were canting desperately into your touch, you knew they were close too. 

continuing to pump Ricks cock, his breath hitching while his cock throbbed in your hand. teetering on the edge, but they both wanted you to cum first. 

“close, fuck ‘m close”

your admission had Shane’s hips moving quicker against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin pulling your focus back to the man behind you. 

each drag of his cock felt too good, the head of him hitting the one spot over and over again that had you seeing stars. his fingers pressing tighter circles against your clit had you toppling over the edge. 

cunt spasming around him as your climax hit, the force of your release had your slumping against Ricks chest. face in against his throat and your hand squeezing around his cock as you tried steadying yourself. 

“there we go, atta fucking girl”

Shane’s praise hit your ears like a familiar melody, his hand soothing across your hip while continuing to rock into you. 

fighting off his climax as best he could, but your walls fluttering around him again had him toppling over. whining against Ricks throat at the feeling of Shane’s cum shooting into your warmth, each stutter thrust he gave spilling more of him into you. 

“jesus you’re perfect”

he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, both of hands softer now across your hips. keeping himself buried to the hilt, and keeping his cum stuffed in your pussy. 

Ricks hands cradled your face to pull you back from his neck, nodding his head as you met his gaze. 

on the pinnacle of his release, wanting to spill his load down your throat. his hands gently moved your head towards his cock. 

your mouth warm and welcoming, and your lips wrapped securely around his cock. 

he only had to give a couple bucks of his hips until he was groaning out your name, his climax hitting him and his cum shooting into your mouth. rope after rope of white filling the warm cavern of your mouth before pulling out to let you swallow. 

“shit— gonna let me fuck you now angel?”

swallowing down his release, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing upright against Shane again. 

readying yourself to answer when a call came over both of their radios, both of them groaning in annoyance. 

Shane reluctantly pulling out of your warmth and pressing another kiss to your shoulder while a pout worked its way into your face. 

“shit, we gotta go darlin’. think we can let you off with a warning now”

he told as they both tucked themselves back into their pants, Rick even helping to pull your panties back into place as Shane’s cum started to seep out of your cunt. 

Rick placing a kiss to your temple before they were both walking back to their car, calling out to them as they both opened their doors. 

“call me sometime”

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kinktober day twenty four - mask sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriend fucks you in a different type of mask (Simon Riley x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex + creampie, mask sex(simon wears the ghost face mask), they literally just have sex with him wearing the mask— like no inclination towards the films at all, it’s just sex, simon makes reader lick his thumb clean of his cum briefly at the end, uh he fingers reader a little too, that’s it i’m pretty sure

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 1.1k

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: i’ve never actually seen the scream movies😶😶 i actually hate this piece too

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you and Simon had had sex in his mask before, even becoming a common occurrence when he’s too desperate to have his fill of you to tug it off. 

but now. now he wanted to indulge, switch it up a little. 

you must’ve been at work when he bought it, because when you came home one night to your shared flat, there he was. 

sitting on the couch with the ghost face mask pulled on over his head. 

big hands sitting heavy in his lap as he watched you try to make sense of the situation you’d come home to. 

you’d mentioned it in passing that you found the mask sexy, which Simon couldn’t quite get his head around, but he was a pleaser. he loved pleasing you, in every sense of the word. 

which is exactly how you ended up like this, your back to the mattress and Simon sat on his knees between your legs. 

laying naked below him while his eyes raked across your body through the mask, big hands holding your thighs spread for him. 

your cunt drooling between your thighs, and a pool of heat simmering in the pit of your stomach. 

his cock lay heavy on your thigh while he admired you, the head of his cock leaking at the sight of your pussy fluttering around nothing in anticipation. 

“eager girl, hm?”

his voice muffled by the mask, only managing to nod your head in response. 

gasping as one of his thumbs pressed to your clit, back arching up off of the bed into him while he chuckled. slipping two of his fingers into your warmth and listening to your gasps and mewls, slowly beginning to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt. 

“pretty pussy’s so eager f’me, she’s soaked”

walls fluttering around his fingers, desperate for more. right hand reaching down to take hold of his cock, pumping him a couple of times and watching the beads of precum spill from him. 

swiping your thumb across the head of him and listening to him groan, his hips bucking into your touch. 

your cunt continuing to flutter around his fingers before he was withdrawing them, and pulling a whine from you. 

“easy luv, gon’ give her what she wants”

the way he was talking about your pussy had the heat in your belly bubbling more, cunt continuing to leak with your arousal. 

his hand pulled yours off of his cock, a reluctant pout crossing your face that quickly replaced itself with a look of anticipation as he swiped the head of himself through your slick. 

slowly, his hips pushed forward. his cock slowly dipping into your warmth and your walls stretching around his size, an all too familiar and welcomed stretch. 

he kept pushing forward until his hips were flush against yours, sitting still inside you. the coarse hairs on the base of his cock soaked with your arousal from the new closeness between you. 

his big hands reaching for one of your legs, holding it against his chest so your foot was slung over his shoulder— the angle changing and pushing his cock deeper than it was, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. 

letting your eyes rake up his form. 

starting from where you were both connected, following up the patchy blonde hairs of his happy trail and up across his scarred chest— your favourite place of his to kiss bar his cock— until your eyes were meeting the white ghost face mask once more.

the whole sight of him already had you hot and bothered, but something about the mask made your want for Simon hotter. 

your cunt clenched down around him, pulling a moan from your throat and a muffled groan from within the mask from him. 

“christ luv, you like the mask aye?”

nodding at his question again and causing him to laugh, one of his hands soothing across your thigh while the other grabbed at the headboard. his thrusts starting slow, his eyes watching the way yours fluttered shut. 

basking in the feeling of him, every part of him consuming your senses. 

his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, his thrusts timed and punctuated. your leg against his chest helping him to thrust deeper, and pushing you close to your climax embarrassingly quick. 

everything about him had you hurtling way too fast to your release for your own good. 

hands trying to pull at the mask to get it off, wanting to kiss him as you toppled over. you couldn’t see the smirk plastered across his face, but you definitely knew it was there as one of his big hands pinned both of yours to the bed above your head, making you whine. 

the new angle however, was enough to send you over any second. 

you were almost chest to chest now, your leg bent as far as it could go so he could be as close as he could. hushed ‘i know’s leaving him at the mewls falling from your lips, his hand not holding your hand soothing across your thigh while the coarse hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. 

“know you’re there, gon’ cum f’me?”

you both knew the answer to his question, there was no real use in answering. 

you couldn’t answer either, his thrusts picking up their speed which sent you over the edge. walls clamping down around him as your climax hit with a shaky cry of his name. your release coating his cock as he continued to thrust into you, now chasing his own release. 

“there we go, atta girl sweet’art”

the lilt of his accent thickened, his cock throbbing in your warmth as he watched you bask in the throes of your release. 

cries of his name turning into incoherent babbles as he continued to fuck into you. his thrusts turning sloppy, the head of his cock leaking with more and more precum— teetering desperately on the edge. 

the next flutter of your walls around him was his undoing.

he was groaning lewdly, your name toppling from his lips like a mantra. 

his hips bucking against you as his climax washed over him, rope after rope of his cum shooting into your warmth before he slowly stilled his hips. 

letting your leg fall from his chest and lay against the mattress again, he slowly and reluctantly pulled himself from your warmth. watching as some of his release spilled from your spent cunt, his thumb swiping across some of his cum before bringing his thumb to your lips and watching as you licked it clean. 

“i do your fantasies good enough for you luv?”

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kinktober day twenty one - one night stand

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: talking at a party leads you into bed with the one boy you never thought you would (James Potter x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: one night stand, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, pullout method used, both reader and james are tipsy but have consented, uh james is kinda a dick at the end(i’m not entirely sure), i think that’s it??

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 774

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: might do a part two in the future, who knows

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you don’t quite remember how the conversation between you both started, neither of you had spoken before, and you never really felt any attraction towards him until now of course. 

maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the words he’d whispered against your ear before pulling you off towards his dorm. 

you didn’t know, and all your focus was on him because all you could comprehend right now was the feeling of his body behind yours. 

each thrust of his hips sending you closer and closer to your release, his big hands groped at your hips as he plowed into you. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin filling his otherwise empty dorm, his cock hitting that one spot with every thrust he gave drawing breathless moans from your mouth. 

“yeah? you almost there darling?”

you could barely form a coherent sentence, words at a loss. the gravely tone of his voice had you whining, walls fluttering around him as he chuckled against your shoulder. 

his body blanketing yours as he continued to slam into you, his hands against the mattress to steady himself while your body writhed under him. 

tilting your head to meet his, eyes flickering from his and down to his lips; a silent plea for a kiss. 

the smirk plastered across his face gave away his answer before his lips were pressing against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip in an attempt to deepen the kiss. 

his right hand snaking between your thighs and two of his thick fingers pressing to your clit, drawing tight circles and making you moan against his mouth, lips parting and letting his tongue slip past. 

the feeling of him was all consuming, he was all you could feel, taste and hear. 

his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, pushing you closer and making you teeter on the edge. climax in arms reach, the coil in your belly tightening with every circle he drew against your clit. 

lips breaking away from yours, both of you breathless and panting. eyes meeting his before he was groaning out. 

“c’mon doll, know you’re there”

head bobbing in the smallest of nods, lips desperate to feel his against yours once more; and as if he could read your mind he was pressing his lips to yours again. 

fingers continuing against your clit, babbles coming out incoherently against his lips as he pushed you over the edge. 

cunt spasming around him as the coil snapped, moans desperate and all telling of your climax. 

his thrusts had grown frantic, chasing his own release as you relished in your high. body under him and limp against the black sheets of his bed, he sat up on his knees while his hands kneaded at your ass. 

he was close, teetering on the edge just like you had minutes prior. 

each rock of his hips up into you had you fluttering in response, pussy sore and nearing a level of overstimulation from him.

feeling him lean in to press another kiss to your shoulder, whispering out softly to you as he did. 

“know sweetheart, i know. ‘m almost done”

his hands found their way to your waist, thrusts keeping their pace and the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass resuming. 

the tight grip of your cunt around him was like a vice, pulling him closer and closer until he was groaning in your ear again. his cock throbbing in your warmth, and the coil in his belly snapping. 

“oh fuck, fuck”

the words came out like a chant, hips pulling back and his cock withdrawing from your warmth as his climax washed over him. 

his left hand grabbing at the headboard while he pumped his cock, milking himself of his release as the white painted your lower back. 

the warmth of his release against your skin had you gasping, glancing over your shoulder to him and watching him reach for a dirty t-shirt; presumably to wipe away his release from your skin. 

“get you cleaned up then you can head back out to the party, probably missing a pretty face like yours”

his words hurt, made your heart ache a little. they shouldn’t have, and you’ve no clue why they did. 

maybe you craved something more than a one off with James Potter, but truly you couldn’t complain, you had a fill of him. 

“so this a one off Jamie?”

the question held none of your emotions to it, just words that slipped. his touch against your back stilling and his head lifting to meet your gaze again. 

“don’t do seconds, unless you’re buying dinner”

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kinktober day twenty - sugar daddy

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: getting to spend John’s money means you get to give him a try on haul (John Price x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: sugar daddy dynamics, daddy kink, descriptions of spending prices money + him buying readers flat, teasing, lingerie, uh that’s it i’m sure??

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 479

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: i wanna spend all his money 

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you’d gotten used to spending John’s money, living the lifestyle he so graciously let you live with his money. 

today was like any other day, spending time with John on his time off. dragging him out to the biggest shopping centre in town, making sure to hit all your favourite stores. 

getting back to your place, the nice flat he paid for for you. bought all your furniture and furnishings, making sure his girl was well kept for. 

pushing him to sit on the couch, and pressing a kiss to his lips before setting off to your room to get changed into the new clothes you had bought earlier, wanting to give him a little show. 

“nothing i haven’t seen before sweetheart, no clue why you’re changing in the other room”

rolling your eyes at his words, having left the door open to hear anything he said while you were changing. 

you’d shown him the new skirts and dresses you had bought, giving him a little twirl each time and basking in all the praise and compliments he gave. 

but this time when you came back out into the living room, you were wearing one of the new lace sets you had bought. barely able to give him a twirl before his big hands were grabbing at your hips, pulling you to stand between his legs. 

“don’t remember you buying this”

his voice held that familiar drawl, his grip on your hips growing possessive. the look in his eyes showed fondness, admiration for the lace across your body. 

“mhm bought it when you were taking that call from Johnny, don’t you like it daddy?”

sliding down into his lap and crossing your arms behind his head, a faux pout across your face— taunting and teasing. 

but he knew that. knew you were teasing to get a rise. 

“you know i like it”

his thumbs are sliding under the lace, soothing back and forth across your skin. 

gasping as his hips rocked up against you as he lay back against the couch, lazy smirk drawn across his face. 

“but you know that, don’t you sweetheart?”

giving him a shrug in response before gasping as he stood from the couch, tossing you over his shoulder as he stalked towards your room. one of his arms draped across the backs of your thighs while his free hand slapped at your ass. 

slapping at his back before he tossed you down onto your bed, big hands pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

eyes flicking up his body to meet his, his gaze hungry before it raked back down across your body. 

two fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties before tugging them off; managing to rip the lace on the way down before he cooed teasingly. 

“why don’t you let me see what’s underneath all this lace again, huh baby?”

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kinktober day sixteen - shower sex 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: managing to have some alone time with your boyfriend before he gets called away on a case (Derek Morgan x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex, creampie(i fear it would fix me), derek calls reader a good girl, dereks a tease, established relationship, penelope ruins their moment by calling him in for the case, pretty sure that’s it but if not lmk

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 628

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: i fear there is never enough derek fics

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you’d woke up before Derek, slipping into the shower before he joined you a couple minutes later. 

the creak of bathroom door catching your attention before the sound of his clothes hitting the floor followed. 

that all too familiar smirk on his face as his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you against his chest, while his half-hard cock pressed against the swell of your ass. 

chin resting on your shoulder as he murmured out, voice holding that same teasing and alluring tone. 

“want you baby”

and that’s all it took. 

your back up against the cool tiles as the water trickled down on both of you, his big hands on your hips as his cock nestled in your warmth. 

his thrusts slow and steady compared to his usual pace. simply in the moment. 

each push of his hips had moans toppling from your lips, walls fluttering around him while your hands grabbed at his shoulders for support. 

mewling out a shaky cry of his name as the pool of warmth in your belly spread. 

the angle always had you spiralling towards your climax faster than expected. your left leg hooked around his hip, allowing his cock to push deeper and hit all the right spots. 

“shit princess, you there already?”

nodding in response, and a chuckle leaving his lips. kissing him with a renewed want as he pushed you closer to the edge, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close. 

forehead against his and a pout morphing on your lips, babbled out cries of his name toppling from your pouty lips. 

“oh i know, ‘m too good. let go for me”

the cocky smirk still across his face had you rolling your eyes, but still he managed to push you over the edge. 

cunt clamping down around him as your climax washed over you, the warmth of the shower mixed with the warmth of your release washing over you a delicious mix. 

nails dragging across his back as his thrusts continued up into you, head lulling back as he chased after his own release. 

“be a good girl and let me cum inside?”

the suggestion made your head spin. he’d cum inside you before, but this time felt different. 

nodding before you could really focus in on his words properly, eyes hooded as they raked across his face. his smirk dropping at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, drawing him closer to the edge. 

“that’s my girl”

he drawled out, capturing your lips again in a deep kiss. one big hand holding your face to continue kissing you. 

his thrusts growing sloppy with each drag of your nails across his back, before he was stuttering up into you. climax hitting him and his seed flooding your insides, the warmth of him filling you before he was pulling out and dropping your leg. 

listening to him chuckle at the sight of your shaky legs, both of his hands on your hips to steady you while his eyes focused on his release spilling out between your thighs. 

“beautiful sight sweetheart, should let me more often”

swatting at his chest at his comment, his left arm hooking around your waist to pull you against his chest while his right hand fumbled with the shower knob to turn it off. 

clinging to him as he helped you out of the shower, reaching for your towel while his phone rang in the bedroom. the familiar ringtone he set for Penelope sounding and a groan of annoyance leaving him. 

nodding towards the bedroom while sitting on the closed toilet seat, watching as he grabbed his phone and laughing to yourself as you heard the start of his conversation with Penelope. 

“baby girl, your timing couldn’t have been worse”

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kinktober day thirteen - mirror sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your boyfriend likes fucking you in front of a mirror and making you watch yourself (Soap MacTavish x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut with no plot, p in v, no protection, creampie, established relationship, johnny calls reader pretty girl and sweetheart, i think that’s it??, lmk if i missed any 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 402

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: okay but why is this the first time i’m writing a scottish character, as a scottish person myself😶

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Soap had you pulled into his lap and sat at the edge of the bed, your back to his chest and legs on either side of his. 

his thick cock nestled in your warmth and his feet firmly planted on the ground, his chin on your shoulder watching your body as he thrusted up into you. 

tutting every time you looked away from yourself, reaching a big hand up to tilt your head back towards the mirror before whispering out into your ear. 

“such a pretty girl for me, yeah?”

nodding your head in response, head lulled to the side against his. eyes hooded and loosely following each drag of his cock, mewling as the head of him hit deeper with every thrust. 

“there’s my pretty girl, watching me fuck you n’ yer pretty pussy”

whining at his words and turning in on him, forehead against his jaw before he was tilting your head back to the mirror. 

the heat in the pit of your stomach growing and your climax nearing, small barely coherent chants of his name was a telltale sign that you were close. 

“gonny cum fer me sweetheart?”

nodding at his words while a needy moan pushed past your lips, walls fluttering around him causing his hips to stutter. 

his free hand snaking between your legs and two thick fingers pressing to your clit, the need to throw your head back from the pressure overwhelming. 

“there we go, let go fer me”

he chuckled out, lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. the fingers against your clit drawing tighter circles and pushing you over the edge, climax hitting you and walls clamping down around him as you came with a cry of his name. his hips bucking up against you before continuing sloppy thrusts, lulling your head back and hands pushing his bigger one away from your aching clit. 

“Johnny ‘s too much”

you’d managed to babble out in the hazey aftermath of your climax, hips trying to pull away from his before his hand pushed your hips down against him. 

whining at his continued thrusts before a groan fell from his lips, his chin on your shoulder and his hips thrusts shakily into you. his cock throbbing in your warmth as his climax hit him, spurts of white coating your insides. thrusts sloppy as they continued, spilling every drop inside you. 

“fucking perfect f’me, take me so well”

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