#Joe Manganiello Smut

[blackleatherjacketz]

True Blood Master List

Eric Northman x Female Reader

Hook, Line and Sinker - (NSFW One-Shot) Your brother owes Eric a lot of money, and Eric decides to take it out of you.

Mine - (NSFW One-Shot) Eric shows you what it means to be his human.

Whatever Happens First -(NSFW Drabble) You catch feelings for Eric after entering a contract to pay off your student loans.

All Better - (NSWF One-Shot) You're sick and miss a meeting with Eric... he gets creative in how to make you feel better.

Alcide Herveaux x Female Reader

Primal - (NSFW One-Shot) You call Alcide to help you with your frozen pipes, and he stays to unthaw other things.

[prpfz]

🎃🕊️Hey all! Looking for some angsty, extremely large age gap plots! I primarily write middle-aged men (40s-50s) (usually divorced or married) and would love to draft up some long term m/f plots on them. All of my muses are a bit different but being caring and protective is a reoccurring theme. If faceclaims are of interest - I have a Jon Bernthal, Henry Cavill, and Joe Manganiello that I can toss your way immediately 🙏

I’m open to dead dove topics and smut circumstantially (aka I have to be comfortable with you is all). I have a veryyyy high preference for detailed characters, since all of mine have been in the works for awhile.

Like if you’re interested!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[represseddilfs]

𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜

Indie role play blog featuring mainly older male OCs. Smut based. Dark and triggering content will be present and not tagged. Exploration of older, typically repressed married men. OC and canon friendly. Semi-selective, low to medium activity. Dash only. Written by Murdock, 29+ NB.

Use the links below for more information. Mobile friendly list of muses below the cut.

Muses

Rules

Kinks

Wanted opposites

Wishlist

Starters

Arthur Dawson: Mechanic, 53, dominant (JR Bourne)

Richard Winston: Bar owner, 55, dominant (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)

Santiago Mendez: Detective, 48, switch (Pedro Pascal)

Forest Martin: Rancher, 46, dominant (Ian Bohen)

Alexei Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Charlie Hunnam)

Marshall Teller: Personal trainer, 40, switch (Alan Ritchson)

Brandon Harris: Crooked cop, 45, switch (Tom Hardy)

Dominic Ricci: Surgeon, 56, dominant (Joe Manganiello)

Thomas Grant: Motorcycle street racer, 42, dominant (Ryan Gosling)

Nicolas Pederson: Band manager, 42, dominant (Chris Pine)

Carlos Alvarez: Professor, 49, switch (Danny Pino)

Cameron Davis: Baker, 42, switch (Chris Evans)

Dante Branson: Stock broker, 50, dominant (Anson Mount)

Jason Parker: Retired boxer, 54, dominant, (Hugh Jackman)

Elias Hoffman: Soldier, 43, switch (Luke MacFarlane)

Liam Abrams: Retired porn star, 55, dominant (Frank Grillo)

Rowan Montgomery: Gym owner, 45, dominant (Jon Bernthal)

Sebastian Richards: Author, 47, dominant (Liam O'Brien)

Ryan Cho: Theatre actor, 54, dominant (Daniel Dae Kim)

Dylan Cromwell: Tailor, 52, switch (Ewan McGregor)

Joshua Conelly: Stay at home dad, 40, switch (Henry Cavill)

Lance Priest: Construction site manager, 47, dominant (David Harbour)

Andrew Weeks: Lawyer, 45, dominant (Pablo Schreiber)

Oliver Velasco: Musician, 44, switch (Oscar Isaac)

Silas Perez: Outlaw biker, 45, dominant (Santiago Cabrera)

William Reichheld: Bounty hunter, 55, dominant (Tim Olyphant)

Joel Beckerman: Firefighter, 40, dominant (Sebastian Stan)

Bartholomew Walsh: Distiller, 47, switch (Cillian Murphy)

Nathaniel King: Security specialist, 54, doominant (Josh Brolin)

Dimitri Volkov: Arms dealer, 43, dominant (Joel Kinnaman)

Augustine Nelson: Casino owner, 58, switch (Keanu Reeves)

Caspian Fitzgerald: Hippotherapist, 42, dominant (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Max Berry: Contractor/house flipper, 53, dominant (Skeet Ulrich)

Zane Weisman: Wrestling coach, 33, dominant (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Deacon Abbott: Assassin, 52, dominant (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)

Wyatt McNabb: Repossession specialist, 34, switch (Ryan Corr)

[sweetlittlebabyboy]

Joe Manganiello Wanted

I would love a Joe Manganiello face claim for some werewolf smut: A/B/O, male lactation, male pregnancy, werewolf/human, alpha/omega, age play, size difference, foot fetish, and more.

Interested? Slide in my DMs.

[reddevilmcnt]

an independent and selective multi-muse roleplay blog with fluctuating activity, expect highly nsfw (violence, drugs, trauma & mature themes) and smut friendly writing with a personal preference for all things gay. this is a side-blog so i cannot follow back, which makes this blog not mutuals only. muses are written by decimus, 30+, qpoc, any pronouns, advanced lit. all muses are dominant and tops.

not looking for anymore threads on discord at this time.

OPEN STARTERS. MEMES. WISHLIST. WANTED OPPS.

rules & roster of muses,

oo1. When I say all muses are tops and dominant, I mean that I am experienced enough to know what I'm comfortable writing and that is it. Do not try to force switching on me. I also tend to selectively like brats (brats do not automatically make a bottom better written and I don't know how that thought process even started tbh.) oo2. With that said, all of my muses are complex and multi-dimensional in some way. My men have thoughts, feelings, dreams, goals, and personal preferences, and will absolutely soften for the right ships with chemistry. I'm not the writer for you if you believe tops/doms should be automatic kink-dispensers with no emotion or depth. oo3. You will see kinks as dark and heavy as non/dubcon, werewolves/monsters, possessiveness, public play, blood play, pain play, kidnapping, gun/knife play, violence, etc. You'll also see that mixed in with earned fluff and romance; I can play some very hard doms or terrible men but even they can be open to romance, no matter how dysfunctional. Therefore, follow at your own risk, or talk to me about your limits if we are roleplaying together. Any attempts at blog policing will result in a block, though. oo4. Biggest limits are probably any age regression, diapers, scat, feet stuff, writing submissive characters myself, racism/bigotry, poly relationships.

oo5. We can always move to discord if that's what you prefer. I have enough discord threads for right now but can use it to ooc chat.

oo6. I will admit I am picky. If a reply doesn't inspire me or I'm not having fun with a rp, I have no issue dropping and I am very ghost friendly. I can be open to restarting or trying multiple threads for the right partner; if I talk with you or roleplay with you often, that means I enjoy your writing and to feel free to come to me with new ideas or reply to other starters I may have.

oo7. I'm a queer person of color and this is a safe space for your muses of color. In fact, I prefer interacting with them.

[ original characters ] dominic rookwood immortal vampire hunter, homosexual, looks late 30s-40s. fc: alan ritchson

draven vampire monarch, homosexual, true age unknown. fc: aldis hodge

warren wolfe combat medic/doctor, homosexual, 30s. fc: trevante rhodes

apollo king navy seal, bisexual, 20s-30s. fc: michael b jordan

salazar reyes hell's legion motorcycle gang leader, single father, bisexual, 40s. fc: clayton cardenas

slade simms mechanic & street racer, bisexual, 42. fc: ricky whittle

hades gladiator, bisexual, 38. fc: jason momoa

cain demon and a king of hell, bisexual, 1,000+. fc: henry cavill

maksim archer alpha werewolf, homosexual, 38. fc: aaron taylor-johnson

teddy grey college jock/nfl player, homosexual, 20s-30s. fc: zac efron

dmitri sherwood professional mma fighter, bisexual, 36. fc: y'lan noel

micah lockhart nfl player, bisexual, 20s-30s. fc: odell beckham jr alexei mercer firefighter, bisexual, 40s. fc: joe manganiello dante romano mob royalty and crime lord, bisexual, 30s. fc: michele morrone

aeden warborn/hargrave king and leader of the house of hargrave, homosexual, 30s. fc: leo suter

rurik the red/ivarsson viking berserker, bisexual, 30s. fc: arnas fedaravičius

[ canon characters ]

tommy shelby ---- peaky blinders. crime boss, bisexual (closeted), 39-43. fc: cillian murphy

frank castle ---- marvel. violent vigilante, bisexual, 43. fc: jon bernthal

derek morgan ---- criminal minds. fbi supervisory special agent, bisexual, 30-40s. fc: shemar moore

eddie diaz ---- 911. firefighter and army vet, repressed gay, 32. fc: ryan guzman

bruce wayne ---- dc. billionaire ceo & vigilante, bisexual, 40s. fc: ben affleck

eric northman ---- true blood. vampire sherriff, bisexual, 1,000+. fc: alexander skarsgard namor ---- marvel. talokanil mutant and king, bisexual, 500+. fc: tenoch huerta t'challa ---- marvel. black panther and king of wakanda, bisexual, 36. fc: yahya abdul-mateen ii

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could I request a surgar daddy dom top Joe manganiello and sub fem bottom male reader Joe starts dating reader after his divorce Joe likes to take out and spoil the reader and buys sexy lingerie to wear in bedroom reader worshiping Joe's muscles and big cock Joe's with nothing but a jockstrap on with Joe picking up and f****** him while standing with fluff and smut with Daddy kink muscle Kink breeding Kink and facial kink and food kink they use whipped cream and chocolate with fluff at the end with Joe proposes to reader if you can please and thank you and congratulations on the new job

Alright I will write it.

Thanks. 🩶

[badbandits]

𝙱𝙰𝙳𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂.𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝚁.𝙲𝙾𝙼     ..     a  reese  production.      very  sporadic  activity  multimuse  containing  canon  and  original  characters  from  various  sources  of  media  from  films,   television,   video  games  and  my  own  brain .       [   twenty - six.   they / she.   est.   ]       minors  &  personal  blogs  dni.

affiliated  with   :       withbags  /  rewhy

*   all  muses  are  18+,   often  played  between  -5 / +5  of  the  faceclaim,   but  there  are  exceptions  for  verses,   etc.

film  muses

damian  hubbard  from  mean  girls :   canon  inspired / draws  inspiration  from  both  the  2004  &  2024  films  as  well  as  the broadway  musical  —   fc.   jaquel  spivey

gretchen  wieners  from  mean  girls :   canon  inspired / draws  inspiration  from  both  the  2004  &  2024  films  as  well  as  the broadway  musical  —   fc.   bebe  wood

amanda  young  from  saw :   canon  inspired / semi  to  completely - canon  compliant  —   fc.   shawnee  smith

jill  tuck  from  saw :   canon  inspired / semi  to  completely - canon  compliant  —   fc.   betsy  russell

television  muses

brittany  s.  pierce  from  glee :   canon  inspired /  semi - divergent   —   fc.   sabrina carpenter

sam  evans  from  glee :   canon  inspired /  semi - divergent   —   fc.   cooper  van  grootel

lucy  moore  from  love,  victor :   canon  compliant  ( mostly ) /  headcanon  based   —   fc.   ava  capri

leighton murray from the sex life of college girls : canon compliant - fc. reneé rapp

video  game  muses

sly  cooper  based  on  the  sly cooper trilogy   —   fc.   logan  lerman

murray  anderson  based  on  the  sly cooper trilogy   —   fc. christopher meyer

montgomery  brown  aka  muggshot  based  on  the  sly cooper trilogy   —   fc.   joe  manganiello

the contessa based on the sly cooper trilogy -- fc. vera farmiga

original  characters

peyton  ciccone,   fandomless  multi - use  oc  —   fc.   ava  capri

logan anderson,   fandomless  multi - use  oc   —   fc.   alexis   g.   zall

luna  joseph,   fandomless  musican  oc   —   fc.   paris  jackson

caroline  lawrence,   fandomless  college  oc   ( horror based )   —   fc.   natalia  dyer    [ bio ]

olivia  kovach,   fandomless  actor  oc   —   fc.   taissa  farmiga

houston  santos,   fandomless  oc   ( mostly  hockey / college  based )  —   fc.   michael  cimino

aspen jones, do revenge oc (son of carissa an gabbi jones, twin to willow) -- fc. finn wolfhard

basic  guidelines  &  rp  ettiqute  apply   ..     see  below  for  more  indepth  rules.

  interactions   ..    open  starters  are  for  ANYONE   ( unless  otherwise  stated )   who  wants  to  write  a  character  that  fits  gender  of  character  is  open  to  replies  from  and  fit  within  my  rules.    please  only  submit  meme  prompts  if  we  are  mutuals.   i'll  write  with  anyone  18+.   don't  be  afraid  of  following  me  if  you're  interested  in  writing  with  me,    i'm  often  very  receptive  to  anyone  who  wants  to  write  with  me.   THERE  WILL  BE  CONTENT  NOT  SUITABLE  FOR  MINORS  ON  THIS  BLOG.

shipping   ..    always  down  for  a  ship  but  i  will  never  force  a  ship.   i'm  cool  with  assuming  pre-established  connections,  but  if  it  doesn't  vibe  right  away,   we'll  try  plotting.   even  if  a  ship  doesn't  work,   i  will  always  be  down  to  continue  writing  with  you!   just  need  to  try  other  connections!   i  would  prefer  writing  ships  with  anyone  20  and  above,   I  WILL  NOT  WRITE  SMUT  WITH  ANYONE  UNDER  THE  AGE  OF  21.

triggers   ..    triggering  content  will  be  on  this  blog,   but  i  will  always  be  mindful  to  tag  anything  that  i  could  think  may  be  triggering  to others   ( or  if  i  follow  someone  who  has  it  listed  as a  trigger ).   i  write  trigger  warnings  as   " trigger tw ".   as  for  myself,   i  don't  really  have  any triggers,   besides  very  graphic  descriptions  of  eye  trauma,   fingernail / toenail  and  teeth  trauma  also  get  to  me  but  are  not  nearly  as  distressing,   but  a  heads  up  would  be  so  greatly  appreciated.   i  like  to  discuss  with  my  writing  partner  if  something  comes  up  that  feels  uncomfortable,   hope  you  will  as  well.

reply  style   ..    i  do  not  regularly  use  icons  or  gifs  or  graphics  in  my  replies.   however,   it  is  so  fine  if  you  do.   i  make  text  smaller  to  look  more  uniform.   i  do  use  icons  for  starters,   sometimes.   i  am  more  likely  to  use  icons  or  gifs  in  replies  if  there  are  resources  for  said  faceclaim.

simple  little  dni   ..    do  not  interact  if  you  are  a  single  muse  blog  portraying  a  real  person,   you're  under  the  age  of  18  or  a  personal  account.

disclaimer   ..    i  am  not  in  any  way  affiliated  with  any  of  the  faceclaims  or  fandoms  used  or  may  be  present  on  this  blog.   this  blog  is  for  the  fun  of  writing  and  roleplay  and  in  no way is  being  used  to  impersonate  anybody.

credits  &  such

the  psd  used  on  this  blog  and  graphics  is  hyacinth  by  jessource.    meanwhile  all  graphics  unless  stated  otherwise  for  this  blog  have  been  created  by  my  dear  friend  foster  💌

[fiinewine]

FIINEWINE :: Sideblog. Independent, selective, low activity, dash based original character rp blog. Featuring dominant, older, male muses. Heavily smut based. Triggering content and dark themes present. Discretion advised. MDNI.

Crafted by Octane, 33, they/them, est, 13+ years rp experience

Muses below cut for easy mobile viewing.

Edward "Eddie" Cartier: Independently wealthy, 57 years old (Jeffrey Dean Morgan)

Daddy kink, public sex, orgasm control, overstimulation

Aaron Weiss: Commercial diver, 45 years old (Lee Pace)

Anal, mutual masturbation, choking, watersports

Carlos Rivera: Vice detective, 49 years old (Pedro Pascal)

Weapon play, rimming, videography, consensual non-con

Ryan Hopkins: Mechanic/biker, 54 years old (Skeet Ulrich)

Somnophilia, face fucking, rimming, glory holes/anonymous sex

Leon Lindell: Stay at home dad/former criminal, 44 years old (Charlie Hunnam)

Breeding/impregnation, cum marking, cockwarming, oral

Charles Atwood: MI6 agent, 59 years old (Jason Isaacs)

Begging, age gaps, overstimulation, praise

Wyatt Brown: Firefighter, 42 years old (Taylor Kinney)

Edging, oral, rimming, toy

Liam Scott: Professor, 41 years old (Matt Smith)

Praise, light bondage, anal, cockwarming

Zachary Kreider: Casting director, 56 years old (Tim Olyphant)

Videography/home made porn, face fucking, dub con, cuckolding (being the bull/stud)

Anthony Hansen: Mob head, 53 years old (Nikolaj Coster-Waldau)

Breeding/impregnation, Daddy kink, public sex, toys

Jacob Seaver: Rugby coach, 44 years old (Sam Heughan)

Watersports, breeding/impregnation, cum marking, public play

Sawyer Bedard: Bar owner, 45 years old (Joel Kinnaman)

Watersports, rough sex, face fucking, anal

Daniel "Danny" Reinhart: Hitman, 54 years old (Gerard Butler)

Light bondage, anal, choking, marking

Tyler Matthews: Contractor/repairman, 53 years old (Jon Hamm)

Breeding/impregnation, light bondage, cheating, cuckolding (being the bull/stud)

Carter Goodrow: Musician, 47 years old (Joe Manganiello)

Age gap, choking, glory holes/anonymous sex, rimming

Salvatore D'Angelo: Retired fighter, gym owner, 58 years old (Frank Grillo)

Daddy kink, consensual non-con, orgasm control, ball worship (receiving)

Mano Hale: Therapist, 59 years old (Keanu Reeves)

Somnophilia, praise, mutual masturbation, edging

[malethirsty]

Sex Island Season 1: Joe Manganiello

Summary: First Impressions are always important & Joe Manganiello fucking you in front of everyone is a first impression that will never be forgotten.

Warnings: M/M smut, Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Majorca, Spain:

A first day of meeting new people for a big opportunity was something that would make anyone nervous, however meeting over forty men on a reality television show where the aim was to fuck them all? That would make anyone sweat buckets, so naturally you were nervous.

The crew had waited for you to get breakfast down before whisking you away from your lock down position up to their top secret Villa, tucked away behind a veil of protection. You & the escort walked to the door, with The villa took up a lot of space, with a massive blue covered lounge, central heating, a sauna & an outdoor heating private room to name a few spots, you took a seat in the lounge room. Eventually instructions flashed upon the TV in the lounge

Y/N:

Welcome to Sex Island! Over the next two months, this villa will act as your home, it will also house many other men that you will eventually meet. Your focus is simple: Fuck Them All. All these men are horny & desperate for some good loving & you are the one to provide it. At the end of the two months, you will have a choice: Sex or Money. If you stay with the men, it’s up to you to keep it together on the outside, if you pick money, everyone walks away with $500,000 but the open relationship ends. You are about to be tested in every possible way, so strap on & enjoy yourself in this once in a lifetime experience. Good luck, xoxo

—

As you settled in, the men came trickling in, Actors, Wrestlers, Authors, Businessmen & even a Porn Star! The men started to congregate round you, making ice breakers & getting used to their new surroundings when another set of instructions appeared on screen

Men:

Welcome to Sex Island! The premise has been explained to you in detail, however there is something you need to know. The temperature is cold, so you’ll have to band together for heat & also, it won’t be a case of clothing providing said heat. In this game, you will be naked. All of you. There is a hatch for clothing to be placed in located in the lounge room, you will receive the clothing back at the end of the game, but for now, strip! xoxo

Everyone took head & started to strip. Some took their time with it, some put on a show whilst some just straight up ripped their garments clean off. The only similarities all the men had was that they made sure to stare at you whilst they did it, they were all hungry & luckily for them, you were the main course.

—

Eventually a lot of men dispersed to look around The Villa, leaving you in the lounge room with Joe Manganiello, known for playing Alcide Herveaux. “Well hello stranger” he said, winking at you, “Hey, I’m Y/N” “Joe, Joe Manganiello” “Yes I know who you are, I mean, which hot blooded man doesn’t?” Joe chuckled at you, sitting down next to you “Quite an experience isn’t it? I’m used to being naked on TV quite a lot, but this is different” you got to talking about your lives for a bit. “So, given your such a” he looked down at your hard cock “big fan. What is your favorite scene of mine?” You had a lot of options to go for but a particular scene stood out “When you fucked Debbie on True Blood” Joe looked surprised, “You probably get Magic Mike scenes, right?” “Yeah, even when I pounded Rikki but why that scene?” “Well it’s straight to the point, I loved the grunts and moans you gave, your verbal & that spin you did whilst you fucked her, perfect.”

You saw Joe’s cock growing hard at your words, he moved over to you, grabbed your head in his hands & shoved you down in between his legs “You have such a pretty mouth on you, let’s see if you can match it around my cock” eager to please him, you started to suck his dick. “Fuck yeah, that’s it Y/N, set a nice pace, up and down, take as much as you want, don’t make yourself gag.” Joe eventually threaded his fingers in your hair, guiding you. You swiped your tongue across his tip, causing him throw his head back “Oh Shit Y/N! You’re doing so well.” Pleased with your work, you decided to go one step further, pulling off his cock, you started sucking his balls instead. “Oh Jesus Fuck!” Joe groaned throwing his head back again, eventually his voice gave way to harsh snarls.

After a good while, he pulled you off & kissed you “Ready to have the first fuck of the season?” Joe asked “Hell yeah!” You responded, getting on top of Joe and riding his cock. It was incredibly painful as he stretched you out, however knowing your pain, Joe hugged you tight, whispering in your ear “It’ll be ok, go slowly down”, eventually you reached the bottom & kissed Joe. “Now set a pace, something that will suit us both” you listened to his advice & quickly found a pace that you both could get to grips with, later increasing it as the fuck grew stronger. “Oh fuck yeah Y/N!, your taking my cock so good!” he shoved deep causing you to throw your head back so that you caught a glimpse of what was behind you: A bunch of men with their hands on their cocks, stroking as they watched you & Joe fuck.

As their discovery was now apparent, the room quickly filled with ‘Yeah’s’ ‘Fuck’s’ & ‘Take that cock bitch’s’. You decided to give them a show & decided some role play would do the trick “OH YEAH! FUCK ME PACKMASTER!” Joe grinned responding immediately “OH FUCK YEAH! Only the best werebitches get to go to the front of the pack & take their Packmaster’s cock. Keep going slut, you’re doing so well” you started to run your hands down Joe’s torso, running your hands over his abs matching the pace of his fuck.

Joe moaned our loud, struggling to breathe, the fuck having taken a lot out of him “Baby hold on” you locked eyes with him, seeing his utterly blissed out face “I’m gonna cum soon, I guess you want me to shoot my load on your chest” you grabbed his arms & held him down, to Joe’s surprise “No, I want you to shoot in me.” Joe’s blissed out face became even more elated as he grabbed your back with his left hand as he continued to fuck you, his right hand wanking your cock matching his pace “Shoot your load for me Y/N”. You let out a scream as you shot your load over his torso. “Fuck yeah! You’re amazing. Shit! I’m about to cum, take me, take it all! OH FUCK!” Joe threw his head back & howled, coming deep in your ass. 

You both fell back onto the lounge, covered in sweat “Fuck babe” Joe groaned “You’re so good.” He looked down at your shot load “I don’t know how you did it, but you made me look more beautiful than before” you laughed, looking at the men whom had cum from watching you & Joe and thought that if the rest of the cast was as good as Joe, this would be amazing.

[double-hoe-seven]

Long Night

Kinktober Day 18 Kinktober Prompt: Thigh Riding/Face Riding Summary: Slade’s back home after a long mission and he knows exactly what he wants. Pairing: Slade Wilson/Deathstroke x Reader Word Count: 1,180 Warnings: fem-receiving oral, face riding, thigh riding, murder mentioned

Fandom: DCEU/Justice League (Snyder Cut) Rating: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A hot shower fixed everything. Long day sitting at a desk? Hot shower. Exhausted from your workout? Hot shower. Spend a few hours doing a few side gigs and ended it covered in blood and grime? Extra hot shower. The last one was your position, though what you called a side gig was committing any number of crimes indiscriminately; you'd burned and robbed houses and offices for the insurance money and you'd committed your fair share of murders too but your forte was hacking and theft, you left the murders to your husband. By the time you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, the water had begun to run cold. You washed the remaining conditioner out of your hair and soap off your body before shutting the water off. With a nice fluffy towel around your body, you get your hair mostly dry before strolling into the bedroom.

You immediately yelped in surprise when you saw your husband laying in bed, arms folded behind his head and his eyes-well, his good eye- closed. Your hand that was reaching for the gun in the bathroom cabinet fell to your side with an exasperated sigh. "You know, most husbands greet their wives when they return after being gone for almost two months," you make sure your voice is dripping with sarcasm. "You were in the shower and I wanted to give you peace. Besides baby, I just got home anyway," he reasoned, flashing you an extra tired-looking grin. "C'mon, c'mere, I missed you," he patted his lap and looked at you with his bottom lip in a slight pout. When you started to object, he started gently pulling you towards the bed and when you were close enough, he pulled you into the bed and had you straddle his thigh.

His hands rested on your hips and he grinned as he shoved your towel off, throwing it towards the bathroom "and in case you haven't noticed I'm wearing your favorite of my tactical pants." "I might've noticed," you said, humming at the way his thigh flexed under the fabric that was pressed against your exposed core. "You wanna ride my thigh, babygirl?" He asked, his hands coming up to gently fondle your chest, flicking his thumb over your nipples.

Slowly, you began rocking your hips against his thigh, the rough texture of the fabric providing just enough stimulation to make you want more. Your hands rested on his shoulders for support as you rocked your hips faster, small quiet moans fell from your lips each time your clit came into contact with the material. "Aw, you haven't touched yourself since I left, have you, baby? Been a good girl while I was away?" He asked as his eyes wandered over your already disheveled state. You shook your head; you hadn't had time, you kept yourself busy to avoid worrying about him. "Good, good girl," he praised softly, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck as you desperately moved your hips faster for more friction.

Slowly, he tightened his fingers around your neck and he pulled you down into a bruising kiss. It was almost the embodiment of him; rough, violent, and most of all dominating. A couple of times you felt your teeth clash with his but he held you there, leaving you no choice but to take what he gave. Slade roughly bit your bottom lip and the minute your mouth opened enough, he forced his tongue in, fighting yours for dominance. "Gonna soak my pantleg, baby? You gonna cum just from the friction alone?" He taunted after looking down at the spot on his pants that was quickly becoming drenched in your arousal as you rode his thigh. He knew you were getting close when you buried your face in his chest.

"Stop," he suddenly said, grabbing your hips and stilling them. "Noo!" You objected with a frustrated sigh, you'd been so close. "Sorry, baby, that's not what I want you to be riding when you cum," Slade said, patting your thigh affectionately. "Up." Reluctantly, you moved to sit on the bed beside him while he moved to lay down more full, his head resting more evenly on the mattress. He looked at you with that damned smirk of his "c'mere, babygirl, give daddy a taste of what he's been missing." You didn't hesitate before carefully straddling his face. Your eyes instantly fluttered shut as you lowered yourself onto him, his beard already tickling and scratching your inner thighs. His tongue took long, slow swipes up your cunt before circling your clit.

He smacked your thigh lightly, telling you to move your hips and you obliged. Your hips slowly rocked back and forth, his tongue toying with your entrance every so often between desperate swipes of his tongue. His grip on your thighs tightened before he bulled you down further onto his face, moaning against your lips and send vibrations through to your very center. "Fuck..Slade..." you muttered, already out of breath. You leaned forward and tightly gripped onto the headboard with both hands for support, panting some and closing your eyes. He expertly alternated between sucking your clit harshly to invading your quivering hole with his tongue, using your thighs to hold you as close to his face as possible. You chanted the word 'fuck' like a mantra, all but grinding onto his face desperately chasing your release.

Your movements only became more desperate and your sounds louder as you felt your climax building up, the coil quickly tightening and tightening in your lower abdomen. "Slade!" You nearly yelled out when the coil finally snapped. He eagerly lapped up your juices as you came down, squeezing your thighs hard enough to leave bruises in place of his fingers. His tongue gradually slowed down as you came down from your heavenly high. On wobbly legs, you raised yourself off of his face and let yourself collapse into bed beside him. He looked over at you with a smirk, his beard drenched in you "you were so desperate I didn't even have to use my fingers to get you off." "I missed you, Slade, you know I always do," you mumbled tiredly as you tried to curl up against his side. He stopped you and laid you flat on your back again, this time he was the one straddling you, his arms caging you in beneath him "and I missed you too, babygirl."

"Think you can give me another one?" He asked as he unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down enough to free his painfully erect member. You gave a nod and lazily wrapped your legs around his waist "whatever you want, Slade." He leaned down to capture your lips in a comparatively gentle kiss, making sure you got a perfectly good taste of yourself on his tongue before he buried himself in you with one swift thrust. He sighed reveled in the quiet gasp you made, followed by the whimper of being overstimulated. You'd be in for a long night, you always were when he came back home.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[blackleatherjacketz]

Primal

Alcide Herveaux x Female Reader

Summary: You call Alcide to help with your frozen pipes, but he stays to unthaw more than that.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Handyman trope, Flirting, Teasing, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Primal Instincts, Scenting, Scent Kink, Werewolf Stuff (You Know), Hair-Pulling, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex

Word Count: 1.6k+

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“Next time don’t wait for your pipes to freeze before you call me, okay?” Alcide finishes up his work and slowly steps toward you as he tosses the dish rag into the sink.

You can’t remember feeling this strongly about someone so quickly, wanting to touch someone based on mere sight alone after he first gave you that half-cocked grin from across the room, but there was something about him that sparked something primal, something… animalistic deep inside you. You’ve spent countless nights dreaming about what it might feel like to be held in his arms, to crash into him and bind yourself to him in any way possible. But his phone number had burned a hole into your pocket for days, your pride getting the best of you until the universe finally pulled you two together by freezing your pipes until they actually burst, causing a minor flood in your kitchen.

“Oh yeah?” You whisper, breaking your stunned silence as his breath is suddenly warm against your cheek and his fingers are playfully snaking their way into your belt loops.

You hold your breath as his nose gently brushes against yours, teasing the promise of a kiss that you’ve both been secretly hoping for after all this time. You allow him to pull you in closer, the heat between you now undeniable as his natural scent quickly surrounds you in an intoxicating haze of pent up desire that neither of you had the courage to act upon until now.

“Yeah.” He looks at you with those dangerously dark eyes, pressing a kiss into your cheek just above your mouth before it finally lands where he intended, his full lips pressing needily against yours as his other hand finds its way up into your hair.

His kiss is like honey, comforting and sweet as it graces your lips before hitting your tongue as his grip on your hair tightens. You close your eyes and breathe him in, getting lost in notes of freshly cut wood and bergamot as he backs you up against the kitchen counter, nearly knocking your head against one of the cabinets. You hold onto his waist as the warmth of his body transfers onto you, permeating through his skin and clothes as his mouth gets more desperate, tasting your lips with a groan so deep that it rumbles in his chest and vibrates against your own.

A more feral side of you begins to rise to the surface, blinding you to all logic and reason as the desire, no… the need to have his bare skin pressing against yours outweighs the necessity for anything else. You part your lips even further to taste him, to allow his tongue inside your mouth as he spreads the flavor of bitter coffee and whiskey all over your tastebuds. You grasp at him in order to get more, your palms sliding up beneath his flannel shirt as they smooth over the warming muscles rippling across his back in a hurried fervor.

“I’ve been waiting forever for this,” he whispers, reading your mind by pulling his shirt off over his head as he breaks your kiss, tossing it behind him before pressing his lips to your skin again. His hands are back on you in a flash, squeezing your shoulders, arms and waist before finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it upward in return.

“Then why didn’t you fucking call me?” You lift your arms as he disrobes your top half, all but ripping it to shreds in the process before it falls to your feet. You moan into his mouth as you work to undo your bra, his calloused fingers scratching your skin as they begin to fumble with the button and zipper of your jeans.

“Phone works both ways, Princess.” He grunts as you undo his belt and rip it out of its loops, tossing it onto the pile with the rest as he pulls your pants and underwear down to your knees. “Didn’t want to come off too strong.”

“Uh-huh.” You step out of your clothes and gasp as he grabs onto your hips, lifting you up off your feet and onto his waist. “Wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles into your mouth, holding onto you tightly as he carries you around aimlessly, bumping into the trash can and chair before reaching the kitchen table and finally tossing you down onto it.

His jet black curls fall in front of his eyes as he leans over you to inhale your scent, pressing his nose into your pulse points as his lips taste the skin on top of them. His hands hold you down by your wrists as he lets your pheromones consume him, his trail of sloppy kisses moving down your neck and clavicle until he reaches your armpit. You never knew what an erogenous zone that area could be until he raises your arm to get deeper into it. Shockwaves of bliss shoot down your spine as he kisses the sensitive skin of your axilla, all but licking it clean. Your breath stifles as goosebumps prickle the flesh along your lymphatic system as he practically drinks in your scent, sighing as he greedily fills up his lungs with your essence.

“Fuck, you smell amazing, you know that?” His eyes flash a gold hue as he glances up at you, that half-cocked grin returning to his lips as he moves his mouth down your body, kissing your breasts and navel before getting onto his knees between your thighs.

He groans out loud as he tastes you for the first time, taking in your strongest scent and flavor as he refuses to stand on ceremony by dining on your flesh like a ravenous wolf. His hands move up your torso as your back arches in response, mapping the hills and valleys of your body as it instinctively keens into his mouth, as if it has any other choice.

“Alcide,” you whisper, letting your fingers move those curls up and away from his forehead as you watch him devour you, that gold tone in his eyes seeming to glow more intensely as he licks a slow stripe up your length with pride.

You try to control your breathing as he refuses to answer you, merely growling in response as those vibrations move through his lips and tongue into your clit, stimulating it like no one else has been able to do before. You hear him laugh as he notices you quaking in pleasure with each flick of his tongue and brush of his nose as they send deeper, more intense shocks of pleasure up into your core, one right after the other. This has never happened to you so quickly, but you can feel them stacking on top of each other, climbing higher up your spinal column until they finally reach your brain in an earth shattering explosion of ecstasy. It rocks its way through you, falling down your body like an avalanche as you feel the pleasure tumbling down where his mouth refuses to relent until it crumbles out of your extremities, dissolving into your very toes and fingernails.

You pull on his hair as the tremors of euphoria become too much, trying to get him off of you, but instead he doubles down. He growls again, only this time it’s deeper as he pulls your thighs tightly onto his shoulders, turning his head from side to side to send you into convulsions as he smears his face with the fruits of his labor. Your head falls back onto the kitchen table, your hands letting go of his hair to cover your own mouth as you scream his name again and again. His insatiable mouth sets you up again, bringing you to the edge of another tsunami of bliss as his spit mixes with your juices before dripping down your cheeks and onto the tile floor of your kitchen.

“You taste even better.” He finally speaks as he brings himself to detach from you, shoving his pants down past his knees before stepping out of them.

“Thanks. You’re really fucking good at that.” You whisper breathlessly as you watch him remove his pants, trying not to gawk too hard at what he’s working with. “Jesus.”

“Thanks.” He smirks again and kisses your lips, letting you taste what drove him so crazy down there as he strokes himself in the process, brushing the tip of his dick over your extremely sensitive bud before finally pushing all the way inside. He stares into your eyes as he glides into you, chuckling as your mouth falls open while he bottoms out against your soaking wet thighs.

“Mmm, Alcide,” you mumble into his mouth as your slick walls expand to envelop him without any effort, as if your body was specifically designed to always take him in this way.

His hands grasp onto your ass as he thrusts into you, pulling you closer to him as the legs of the table screech across the floor, barely loud enough to cover up the sound of your moans as he drives himself in at just the right angle. You can’t believe that he’s this talented, that a man so big and handsome actually has the skills to back up his intoxicatingly good looks, but here he is. He grabs a fistful of your hair as he deepens his kiss, grunting into you as the sweat begins to drip down his face, the width of his cock passing over that bundle of nerves again and again. Faster and faster each time, he triggers that chemical reaction deep within you, setting your skin on fire as you feel the table beneath you begin to sway with each frantic trust up into your viscera.

Your smooth muscles clench down around him in your blissful fit of frenzy as you wrap your legs around the small of his back as his pace increases, growing more sporadic. He grunts and growls more loudly as you hold him in close so you can feel him twitch and sputter his release inside you, the two of you now convulsing in perfect unison as your shared orgasm rips its way through you. It tears you apart and brings you together at the exact same moment that the table beneath you finally gives way, falling backward onto the floor as Alcide collapses on top of you.

“Shit. I can fix that.” Alcide kisses his apology into your lips as the shock from the fall is barely cushioned by the afterglow of your carnal high, your body unable to feel any pain just yet as he pulls the rest of the way out of you.

You laugh in utter shock and disbelief, deciding to stay there with him on top of your dilapidated kitchen table. “I’mma hold you to that.”

[wildcrcft]

                       don’t tell me that today it can’t be done, it can be done, it must be done.                           when i open my eyes i pray the forest to carry me to a new light                     i’ll be there for you, for you. because if you’re not there i have nothing

                     today is about be stronger, stronger to see you again                             today is about be braver, braver and face it                          lincoln croft, fandomless oc as adored by javi

[desirousdreamers]

Tell me you have no self control without telling me you have no self control: I am adding 3 new test muses:

Catalina “Lina” Guillen, aged 24-29 - Chloe Bridges

Giselle Royce, aged 20-25 - Sydney Sweeney

Kingston VanDoren, age 31-36 - Daniel Sharman

I will also be dropping my Madelyn Cline fc (Eliza), I just haven’t been feeling much of a muse for her.

Check my pinned post for muses page to see other existing characters.

Replies are coming after work, til then message me if you want to plot!

[beardandbooty]

ngl ive been thinking about thor and blowjobs since i sent the last anon and just how big do u think thor's dick would be, like??? i've always thought it would be normal size, but i suppose he is a god so... -🌺 anon

HI FLOWER ANON IM GLAD UR BACK BECAUSE I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THOR AND BLOWJOBS BUT MOD L GOT TO IT BEFORE ME BUT SHE RIGHT THO, THOR IS MASSIVE like I don’t make the rules. He gives off a literal big dick energy like he’s a fucking god so I highly doubt that he’s anything less than fucking glorious under the belt like please

Also, a slight aside:  he like any good guy should be like don’t give a blowjob to a douche is always in utter amazement at you when you go down on him, and even more so bc he’s had people be like oh uh how about a handjob instead, he’s that big. 

Anyway, Thor’s legitimately like 8 inches or something near enough and I stand by that forever and always and I would happily choke trying to give Thor a blowjob like let me at that dick okay

- Mod Shelby

[freistresortxspa-rp-blog]

mw older fcs?

Robert Downey Jr., Joe Maganiello, Angelina Jolie, Nicole Kidman, Leonardo DiCaprio, Idris Elba, Lana Parilla, Bellamy Young, Tom Hardy, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau, Milo Ventimiglia, Oscar Isaac, Sandra Oh, Viola Davis and Lucy Liu

[enam3l]

rockstar!dad eddie is definitely not immune to the claims that dads baby the pets that they didn’t want in the first place .. the girls begged & begged the two of you for a dog and eddie was probably vehemently against it because all of you travel too much or he knew the two of you were gonna be stuck caring for it till the girls actually just showed up one day with one & now that’s his best friend for life

yes. just yes. so fun fact, i used to be a foster mum for dogs so i am definitely breed bias. idk if you know the actor joe manganiello but he's married to sofia vergara (gloria from modern family) and he is this huuuge man but has this tiny chihuahua he dresses up and insists on taking everywhere. i love that for him and eddie.

anyway i dedicate this one to my favourite foster child marnie who i got have for six months! it was her birthday the other day and she is finally living her best life 🫶

ps: if you want your parents to get you a dog, try what the daughters do. this is exactly how i got my dogs when i was younger lol.

there's something about marnie (rockstar eddie munson x reader) ficlet / fluff / smut

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

'Dad, I want a dog.' Eddie is certain that is the only thing his daughters have said to him in the last two years. All of them are teenagers, all of them are hormonal, all of them are getting on his nerves, all of them refuse to speak to him... unless it's to ask that one question. Sloane was now eighteen and in a constant panicked frenzy over finals. Iris was sixteen and was convinced she was an adult. Maeve was fourteen and at the peak of puberty and peak of being a pain in the ass. 

Personally, Eddie had felt his reasoning on refusing their pleas for a dog had been very fair. Although he was not used to being bad cop and he didn't like it. You were always the firm parent and he was a soft touch who was wrapped round the fingers of his girls - you included. On multiple occasions he had given his daughters his reasons. 

Now the girls were all teenagers, Eddie was finally beginning to start touring with Corroded Coffin again. Something he chose to stop doing once the kids had been born. 

Even though you mostly worked from home, sometimes you did have to go away for work. He didn't want you to be left with the responsibility of the dog all the time whilst the girls were at school. 

Within the next five years, all of the kids would be out the house and at college, leaving the dog behind with you and Eddie. He had planned on using a child free house to his advantage and taking you away all the time. 

Yet clearly, his reasons continued to go in one ear and out the other as tonight he was victim to a well coordinated attack. All three of the girls cornered him as Eddie sat watching a film. His protests ignored as Maeve snatched the remote and turned the TV over. Iris plugged in a laptop causing a PowerPoint presentation to appear on screen. Sloane stood next to the screen like a weather lady as she began her perfectly rehearsed argument. Those damn girls are trying to convert me, he thought. 

Often at his own expense, Eddie realised all three of his children inherited the best of both you and him. Taking his street smarts and tactical logic and your academic skills and charm - it was a ruthless combination that he's certain if wielded incorrectly could be used for world domination. Once they'd finished, Eddie sat there gobsmacked as they filed out the room to go about their Saturday evenings. Sloane leaving him a printed copy of the presentation for him to as she described it, 'peruse at his own leisure.' Eddie scoffed at her sass, knowing Wayne would've whacked him round the head with a newspaper had he used a line like that when he was a teenager and probably now. 

That night, Eddie lay on his bed flicking through the papers. It's not that he thought they were incapable of looking after a dog. They'd babysat Steve and Marissa's dogs plenty of times and were great. It was just that life would be changing constantly over the next few years and that made Eddie nervous. His fretting was interrupted by you bursting through the door and jumping on top of him. You ripped the papers from his hands, chucking them across the bedroom, before pinning his wrists above his head. 

'Hey, what's this all about sweetheart?' he questioned, still slightly startled. But his question was quickly answered by your lips attacking his neck and bare chest. 

'Empty house,' you grinned between nips and kisses, 'want you Eds.' 

And who was Eddie Munson to refuse his wife? 

All the questions that had been plaguing his tired brain all evening were long forgotten. The only thing on his mind was you. What else could he think about when the love of his life was between his legs, plump lips tight around his throbbing cock. You'd been together for twenty-five years now and still Eddie felt like a horny teenager around you. He was putty in your soft hands - literally in this case. Your hands cupped and played with his balls as his thick cock hit the back of your throat as he chased release. The way the bedside light caused your wide eyes that stared right into his soul to twinkle, made his pulse quicken. The light also caught the ring he'd slid onto your ring finger twenty years ago. Eddie couldn't believe this was really his life now. 

'U-uh fuck, sweetheart...' he groaned, 'Bout to cum baby.' 

You could feel his balls start to tighten in and cock begin to twitch - he was seconds away from cumming. So you pulled your mouth away and retracted your touch. 

'AGH! What the fuck,' he whelped. 

You looked your husband right in the eyes. Eddie's big chocolate eyes, wider than ever in shock at the loss of touch. Letting him know you meant business, your face fell deadpan and nails dug into his hairy thighs. 

'You're getting them a dog, Edward.'

He spluttered in disbelief, hands waving around aimlessly. 'WHAT! I cannot - you really doing this to me right now?'

'Yes,' you smirked, 'and you'll never cum again if you don't do it.' 

Eddie knew you weren't lying so that's why he finds himself two weeks later stood in the dog rescue shelter. He couldn't deny it made him happy seeing the joy on his girls faces when he told them the news. His only condition which you'd also agreed upon was that the dog needed to be a rescue. The charity had thoroughly vetted you all and checked the house. Eddie couldn't believe he was just allowed to pop out as many kids as he wanted without approval and yet he had to go through so much to be allowed a dog. 

Shuffling along behind the rest of you, he peered into each occupied space, reading the little biographies of each dog. Eddie had always seen himself as more of a cat person. Cats were weird and a little spooky, something he could relate to. Plus, he had happy memories feeding the strays at the trailer park growing up. Today, he'd expected to simply be the chauffeur and bank, letting the girls choose their new friend.

Then his feet ground to a halt as he caught sight of a little presence in a cage he'd thought was empty. There in the corner was a tiny pile of dark fuzz, brown eyes blinking back at him expectantly. The little creature looked as if someone had drew a scribble and stuck a pair of googly eyes on it. Eddie approached the cage and the dog followed his move, coming closer towards him. It was a little dog of a thing, little legs sticking out of scraggily fur in varying shades of black and grey. The dog could've been mistaken for the animalistic form of a wise oracle from a game of D&D. 

'This one,' Eddie called out, surprising you and your daughters. You all double backed, not having noticed how far behind Eddie even was. Your gaze followed to what his finger pointed at. Instantly your heart melted. 

'It's this one. We're getting this one,' he insisted again. Iris squinted at the paper attached to the cage as she read it aloud to you all. 

'My name is Marnie. I look older but I'm only two. Please take a chance on me, I'm a quirky girl but full of love.'  

You let out a little sniff, your hand finding Eddie's to squeeze it. Immediately you could recognise exactly why he'd find her, she was a tiny dog version of your husband. It was meant to be. 

'Okay, Dad's word is final. Marnie is the one!' You exclaimed. Eddie's face lit up with glee, heart full that without him explaining it, you just knew why she was special. 

'Thank you sweetheart,' he mouthed silently.  

'Are you sure Dad? Did you not want something a bit bigger?' Sloane questioned. 

'She kind of looks like an ancient wizard...' Maeve remarked, bending down with her hand out, her fingers immediately being licked thoroughly through the metal bars. 

'I'm sure. She's perfect,' Eddie grinned. 

Marnie Munson was inseparable from Eddie. All of his previous concerns went straight out the window the moment he saw her. She fit perfectly into your lives. Completely unbothered by travelling or loud music, Marnie became an honorary roadie for Corroded Coffin. Eddie had her perfectly accessorised, frequently returning home from the shops with a new purchase for her. Matching him perfectly, she wore a studded pink collar and a pink and black bandana. And you're still clueless as to where he found it but in the winter Marnie was kept warm by a knitted Metallica Christmas jumper. Utterly spoilt rotten like all the women in Eddie's life. Clearly, Eddie's title of girl dad was not limited to human daughters. 

ps: i don't know if these books were only in the uk and new zealand but anyway this is how i picture marnie

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