#Vibration damping material

[michaeluis]

How Vibration Damping Increases The Performance Of Golf Clubs

In golf, precision and control play a vital role, and the golfer's performance is significantly influenced by their choice of equipment.The performance and feel of a golf club are greatly influenced by vibration damping, making it an important element in club design. Here's how vibration damping technology can elevate the performance of golf clubs.

• Golf clubs are now more comfortable

• Golfers now can make more accurate and controlled shots

• Golf clubs now can transfer energy more efficiently

• Golfers are now suffering from fatigue and injury risk

• Golf clubs are now giving back better feedback and confidence

Improved comfort and feel

Golfers often look for a club that provides a solid and comfortable feel upon impact with the ball. Vibration damping material technology helps reduce the vibrations transmitted through the club, resulting in a more pleasant and controlled feel. This enhanced comfort allows golfers to focus on their swing and achieve more consistent shots.

  Enhanced accuracy and control

Excessive vibrations can negatively impact the accuracy and control of a golf shot. When a golfer strikes the ball, vibrations can cause the club head to twist or rotate slightly, leading to off-center hits and less precise shots. Vibration damping technology minimizes these vibrations, providing a more stable clubhead and allowing golfers to maintain better control over their shots.

Increased energy transfer

Vibration damping materials can optimize the energy transfer from the golfer's swing to the golf ball. When vibrations are reduced, more of the energy generated by the swing is efficiently transferred to the ball at impact. This leads to increased ball speed, greater distance, and improved overall performance.

Reduced fatigue and injury risk

Golfers often experience fatigue and discomfort during long rounds of play or practice sessions. Excessive vibrations transmitted through the club can contribute to this fatigue, leading to decreased performance and an increased risk of injury. By absorbing and dispersing vibrations, vibration damping technology lessens the stress on the golfer's hands, wrists, and arms.This helps minimize fatigue and lowers the potential for repetitive stress injuries.

    Enhanced feedback and confidence

Vibration damping technology allows golfers to receive valuable feedback from their shots. By reducing excessive vibrations, golfers can better perceive the quality of their strikes and identify any inconsistencies or mishits. Golfers utilize this feedback to fine-tune their technique, implement necessary adjustments, and build unwavering confidence in their swing, resulting in enhanced performance on the course.

Engineered thermoplastics play a vital role in enhancing the performance of golf clubs. By reducing vibrations and improving comfort, it provides golfers with a solid and controlled feel. The technology increases accuracy, control, and energy transfer, resulting in improved distance and overall performance.

  Moreover, vibration damping helps reduce fatigue and the risk of injury, allowing golfers to play longer and maintain optimal performance. With the enhanced feedback provided by vibration damping, golfers can make necessary adjustments and build confidence in their swing. As golfers strive for excellence in their game, the integration of vibration damping technology in golf clubs becomes an essential factor in achieving superior performance on the course.

[aceyalonso]

two is always better than one - OSCAR PIASTRI & LANDO NORRIS

pairing : oscar piastri x fem!reader x lando norris ↳ oscar piastri x gf!reader

summary : what happens when lando catches y/n and oscar in a rather... compromising position?

warnings/notes : swearing, unprotected sex (please use protection!), dom!oscar (only for a bit), oral (m!receiving), double penetration, anal, creampie, spanking, implied exhibitionism kink, praise kink, degradation kink, a shit ton of dirty talk, squirting

word count : 2.7k

song : hotel - montell fish

a/n : (its immediately nsfw, so its under the cut) teehee love these two sm

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Lando walked into Oscar's driver's room, expecting to find his friend alone. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of Oscar's cock thrusting in and out of Y/n's eager mouth. Her lips were stretched around Oscar's thick shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her throat with each movement.

Oscar had one hand tangled in Y/n's hair, guiding her movements as she sucked him off. His other hand gripped the armrest of his gaming chair, knuckles turning white from the intensity of the pleasure. "Fuck, Y/n," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. "Your mouth feels so good."

She moaned around Oscar's cock, sending vibrations along his length. She loved the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue. Her own arousal was growing, her panties dampening as she serviced her boyfriend.

Y/n slid one hand down between her thighs, her fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties. She rubbed herself through the thin material, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her other hand continued to stroke Oscar's balls, rolling them gently in her palm.

Oscar's eyes widened as he watched Y/n touch herself. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained with lust. "Play with that pretty pussy while you suck my cock."

Lando stood frozen in the doorway, his own cock hardening in his pants as he watched the lewd display before him. He knew he should leave, give them privacy, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

As Lando turned to leave, Oscar called out to him, "Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't you want to join in on the fun?"

Lando hesitated, his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at the couple, seeing the desire in their eyes and the invitation in Oscar's words. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n pulled away from Oscar's cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. "Of course we're sure," she purred, her eyes locked onto Lando. "I love putting on a show for others."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his hand still tangled in Y/N's hair. "Come on, man. Don't be shy. We're all friends here, right?"

Lando took a deep breath, and his decision was made. He closed the door behind him and approached the couple, his cock straining against his pants. Y/n licked her lips as she watched him approach, her hand still rubbing her clit through her panties.

He stepped closer, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. She was a vision of debauchery, her lips swollen from sucking Oscar's cock, her cheeks flushed with arousal. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, mirroring Oscar's grip.

Oscar grinned, his own arousal growing at the sight of his two friends together. "Why don't you help her out, Lando? I'm sure she could use a few more fingers in that tight little pussy of hers."

Lando needed no further encouragement. He dropped to his knees beside Y/n, his hand replacing hers between her thighs. He pushed her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her wet heat, groaning at the feel of her walls clenching around him.

She gasped as Lando's fingers entered her, her back arching off the chair. She reached out and grabbed Oscar's cock, stroking him in time with Lando's thrusts. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned, her head lolling back in ecstasy.

Y/n's mouth was filled with the taste of Oscar as she sucked him off, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Just as she was about to take him deeper, Oscar signaled to Lando, and both men pulled away from her simultaneously. Y/n whimpered at the sudden loss of contact, her body craving more.

She looked up at Oscar with pleading eyes, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. "Why did you stop?" she whined, her voice tinged with desperation. "I was just getting started."

Oscar cupped Y/n's cheek, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Be patient, baby," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust.

He turned to Lando and gestured for him to help her stand up. Lando complied, pulling her to her feet and steadying her as she wobbled slightly. Once she was upright, Oscar gestured to the couch.

Lando sat down on the couch, his erection clearly visible through the fabric of his pants. He looked up at Y/n, his eyes hungry with desire. "Come here," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Y/n obeyed, walking over to him and straddling his lap. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness press against her core. "Mmm, you feel so big," she purred, her hands roaming over his chest.

She turned to face Oscar, her eyes seeking his approval. "Can I take these off for you, baby?" she asked, her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties.

Oscar nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Go ahead, I want to see that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/n slowly slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She turned back to Lando and straddled him once more, this time facing Oscar. She could feel Lando's hard cock pressing against her bare pussy, the heat of it seeping through his pants.

She began to grind against him, her wetness soaking through the fabric. Oscar had a perfect view of her spread open, her pink folds glistening with arousal. "Look at how wet you are," he growled, palming his own erection through his jeans. "You're dripping all over Lando's pants."

Lando's moans grew louder as Y/n continued to grind against him, the friction driving him wild. "Wait, stop," he gasped, his hands gripping her hips. "Take my pants off first."

Y/n obliged, sliding off his lap and kneeling before him. She unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers, freeing his throbbing erection. She licked her lips at the sight of it, her eyes wide with desire.

He guided Y/n back onto his lap, positioning her so that she was still facing Oscar. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Y/n shook her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Not there," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I want it somewhere else."

Oscar leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher her meaning. "What do you mean, baby?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

Lando understood immediately, his cock twitching at the thought. He moved his hand, positioning the tip of his erection at the entrance of Y/N's tight hole. "Is this what you want, Y/N?" he teased, his fingers digging into her hips. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

Y/n bit her lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes locked onto Oscar's. "I want you to fuck my ass, Lando. I want to feel you inside me"

Oscar's eyes widened at Y/N's request, a mix of surprise and arousal flickering across his face. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his hand stroking his own cock faster. "I didn't know you were into that."

Lando didn't need any further encouragement. He pressed the tip of his cock against Y/N's tight entrance, feeling her tense up slightly. "Relax, Y/n," he murmured, his other hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. "I'll go slow."

With that, he began to push forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight ring of muscle. Y/n gasped at the initial stretch, her nails digging into the couch. But as he continued to press in, inch by inch, the pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, intense pleasure.

Lando groaned as more of his length disappeared into Y/n's tight heat. "Look, Osc," he panted, "she's taking it so well."

Oscar watched, transfixed, as Lando's cock slowly vanished into Y/n's ass. Her face was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, but she never once asked him to stop. "Fuck, she looks so hot," he said, his hand pumping his own cock faster. "I can't believe she's letting you do this."

Y/n moaned, her head falling back as Lando finally bottomed out inside her. "It feels so good," she whimpered, her hips starting to move tentatively. "Don't stop, Lando."

Lando began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he thrust into Y/n's tight ass. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't help but moan louder. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly.

Oscar watched, his own arousal growing as he saw his girlfriend take Lando's cock so eagerly. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with lust. "You like having Lando's big cock in your ass?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Yes, I love it," she gasped, her hips meeting Lando's thrusts. "It feels so fucking good."

Oscar's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Lando pound into Y/n's ass. "Lay down, Lando," he commanded, his voice authoritative. "I want to fuck her too."

Lando complied, laying back on the couch and pulling Y/n with him. She ended up straddling both men, Lando's cock still buried deep in her ass, while her pussy was exposed and glistening with arousal.

Oscar positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wet entrance. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.

She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," she begged, her hips wiggling impatiently. "Fuck me, Oscar."

Oscar gripped Y/N's hips, holding her steady as he slowly pushed into her tight, wet heat. She gasped as he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Lando watched as Oscar began to move, his own cock twitching inside her. "She's so fucking hot," he muttered, his hands roaming over her curves. "I can't believe we're both inside her."

Y/n moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy as both men moved within her. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm building quickly. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her nails raking down Lando's chest. "I'm so close."

Oscar and Lando increased their pace, their hips slamming against hers in a frenzy of lust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the trio's moans and cries of pleasure.

Y/n's body was consumed by the dual sensations, her mind clouded with ecstasy. She could feel every ridge and vein of both cocks as they pistoned in and out of her, stretching her to her limits. "I'm gonna cum," she screamed, her voice raw with passion. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Her words spurred the men on, their thrusts becoming erratic as they chased their own releases. Oscar reached down, his fingers finding Y/n's clit and rubbing it furiously. That final stimulation was all she needed, and with a guttural cry, she came undone.

Her body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clamping down on the cocks inside her. Oscar and Lando followed soon after, their own releases triggered by the intensity of her climax.

Oscar came first, his cock spurting ribbons of cum into Y/n's pussy. Lando followed suit, his cock unable to slip out of her ass as he emptied himself into her tight hole.

Oscar grinned, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. "You want more, baby?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust. "You want to have another round?"

Y/n nodded frantically, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yes, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I want it all."

Lando chuckled, his hand stroking his spent cock. "Looks like someone's needy tonight," he teased, his eyes roaming over Y/n's slightly shaky body.

Oscar stood up, pulling Y/n with him. He guided her to the other end of the couch, where Lando was already lying down with his head resting on the armrest. "Get on your knees, baby," Oscar instructed, his voice gruff with desire. "Suck Lando's cock while I fuck your ass."

Y/n eagerly complied, kneeling between Lando's legs and taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She began to suck him off, her tongue swirling around his shaft and bringing him back to full hardness.

Oscar pressed the tip of his cock against Y/n's tight hole, feeling the resistance of her muscles. "Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Maybe we need to loosen you up a bit more, huh?"

He began to push in, his cock stretching her even further than before. Y/n moaned around Lando's cock, the dual sensations of being filled and sucking driving her wild with pleasure.

Lando gripped Y/n's hair, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth as she sucked him off. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he praised, his eyes locked onto hers. "And Oscar, you have one hell of a slut for a girlfriend."

Oscar chuckled, his own hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked Y/n's ass. "I know, right?" he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "She's so fucking needy."

Y/n moaned in response, her mouth and ass filled with their cocks. She loved being used like this, loved the feeling of being their plaything. The more they complimented her, the more aroused she became, her body craving their touch and praise.

Her hand drifted down to her clit, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub as she continued to suck Lando off. Suddenly, a sharp smack echoed through the room as Oscar spanked her ass. "Ah!" she cried out, her fingers leaving her clit.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself," Oscar growled, his hand rubbing the reddening spot on her cheek. "You need to ask for permission first, understand?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes wide and submissive. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice muffled by Lando's cock.

Oscar smirked, pleased with Y/N's response. "Good girl," he praised, his hand caressing her ass before delivering another firm spank. "Now, let's see if you can make us both cum again."

He began to thrust harder, his cock plunging deep into her ass with each stroke. Lando matched his pace, his hips rising to meet Y/n's mouth as she continued to suck him off. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh, creating a symphony of lust.

Y/n's body was on fire, her nerves alight with pleasure as the men used her for their own satisfaction. She could feel her orgasm building once again, her walls clenching around Oscar's cock as she sucked Lando's with renewed vigor.

Her body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. She threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she came hard, her pussy squirting clear fluid onto the couch beneath her.

The sensation of her coming undone around him drove Oscar over the edge, and with a final thrust, he buried his cock deep in her ass and released. His hot seed filled her, mixing with the remnants of Lando's previous load.

Lando followed shortly after, his cock pulsing in Y/n's mouth as he emptied himself down her throat. She swallowed it all, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep up with the volume.

When Lando finished, Y/N pulled his cock out of her mouth, her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she opened her mouth wide to show him that she had swallowed every last drop. Lando grinned, his hand stroking her cheek affectionately. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Oscar pulled out of Y/n's ass, his softening cock slipping out with a wet pop. He admired the sight of her, sprawled out on the couch with their combined fluids dripping from her holes. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his hand caressing her lower back.

Y/n's body trembled, her limbs weak from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She collapsed onto the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Oscar and Lando each wrapped an arm around her, supporting her weight and pulling her close.

"That was incredible," Lando said, his voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anyone take it so well."

Oscar nodded in agreement, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's skin. "She's something special, isn't she?" he mused, his eyes filled with admiration and love for his girlfriend.

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[ohproserpine]

for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned don't like? don't interact.

"Cher!"

Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.

Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.

"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.

Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.

Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.

"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.

"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."

"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.

Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.

"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."

“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."

Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.

"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.

He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.

"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.

The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.

"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."

Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."

"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.

You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."

"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.

"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."

"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.

"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.

"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"

"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.

"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.

"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."

"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.

So this is what it's about?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.

Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.

"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.

His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.

"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."

Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.

“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”

A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.

But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.

"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.

"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."

With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.

Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.

"Then you shall suffer the consequences."

[dollyprint]

⠀⠀teasing, oral (r receiving), nsfw. males + minors dni

smut below the cut (not really proofread)

ellie knew how to take care of you, especially when stressed, but that never meant she’d make it easy.

‘els,’ you huff out, frustration evident in your tone.

‘what’s the matter, baby?’ she mutters, voice thick with mischief as her hands trail over your thighs, sending tingles right to your clit, but you won’t give her that satisfaction…. yet.

as she bends your legs at the knees, spreading your thighs, she has that knowing grin on her face.

she brings her thumb to your panties, tracing a faint line where your slit is with a steady, deliberate motion. ‘hm?’ she prompts, a teasing glint in her eyes.

you swallow, ‘c’mon.’ you nearly hiss at her, your poor brain all fuzzy you can’t even control your tone. that familiar heat building and spreading in your core is all you can focus on.

she chuckles and continues her slow strokes, teasing you through the fabric. you lose yourself, the sensation creeps up on you until your dampness becomes undeniable and visible through the material.

ellie’s eyes darken with amusement as her head tilts slightly. ‘feels good, doesn’t it?’ she drawls with a slow, satisfied smirk.

without breaking eye contact, she hooks her finger under the edge of your panties and tugs, pulling the fabric aside. ‘there we go, much better.’ she hums, letting the words stretch lazily.

without another word, ellie shifts and lowers herself between your thighs. slowly, almost reverently, her lips press a damp, lingering kiss right over your clit.

the neediness hits you all at once, your hips buck involuntarily into her mouth. it’s only when her soft laugh vibrates against you that you realize what you’d done.

‘alright, alright,’ she rasps, her tongue dampening her bottom lip. she leans in closer, her breath fanning across your pussy, making you shiver. she doesn’t touch you, she just lets you crumble under anticipation.

‘please?’ your voice comes out a desperate plea. ‘theeeere’s my girl,’ she chuckles.

then her lips brush against your clit, soft and teasing. she’s in no rush, her tongue barely flicking out to taste you. she wants you to become a babbling mess.

she holds you in place, each kiss and lick is soft and maddeningly patient, like she’s savoring every second of your need. once you’ve huffed and pouted enough, she finally darts her tongue out, using it in slow, torturous circles.

‘ellie..’ it’s not enough— nothing she’s doing is enough. your hips twitch in her grasp, desperate for more contact, more pressure, more anything to relieve the throbbing ache between your legs. ‘i need… i can’t—’ you can’t finish the thought before a whine slips, your words melting into incoherent babbles for more.

ellie has you exactly where she wanted you. a smirk plays on her lips, ‘what was that, baby?’ she doesn’t let up, her voice low and teasing. she drags her tongue slowly over your now puffy clit, your back arching at the intoxicating contact.

‘more… please, els? ’ you gasp, barely able to speak between tiny breaths. ‘swear i’ll be good.’

something flickers in her eyes, her playful facade slipping as she watches you struggle, needy and desperate beneath her.

‘shit,’ she grunts, her voice huskier now, ‘you want more, huh?’ she murmurs. you nod, pouting at her.

and, well, she cracks. ‘alright, baby, i’ll give you what you fucking want.’ without hesitation, her face is now buried between your legs, mouth pressed fully on your pussy.

the sudden warmth and wetness of her tongue swiping messily over your folds and clit makes you whimper, hips bucking up into her. she’s not teasing anymore—she’s all in.

her tongue glides through your slickness like she’s starved, and, of course ellie is the type to get off on eating you out; the taste makes her borderline feral, so she can’t help but groan into you, the sound deep and throaty, reverberating through you.

her tongue is everywhere, flicking against your clit one second then delving deep inside to collect every bit of your sopping arousal the next. naturally, she’s insanely messy, slurping it all up just to spit it back at your pussy. hooking her arms around your thighs, she pulls you closer as she devours you.

her mouth and chin are glistening with the mess she’s making of you. ‘fuck,’ she grunts, pulling away only to take a quick breath before diving back in, more desperate as she loses herself in her sweet girl’s pussy.

you can’t stop the sounds spilling from your lips— half-formed words and broken gasps. even if you tried, you couldn’t hold back. ‘ellie.. oh god.. i— i can’t—’ you’re babbling now, lost in a haze of pleasure.

‘please.. ‘m so close…’ you huff out harshly, the heat pooling in your core becoming unbearable. without thinking, your hands shoot down, desperate for something to anchor you.

your fingers find their way to ellie’s auburn hair, tangling in the messy strands as you pull her closer. the soft strands slip between your fingers as you stuff her mouth in your pussy, eliciting a moan from ellie.

she focuses directly on your swollen, puffy clit, giving you exactly what you need to make the heat in your belly coil tighter and tighter til it snaps.

your back arches off the bed as a loud cry tears from your raw throat, your thighs closing around ellie’s ears as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you breathless.

as you catch your breath and release her head, ellie pulls back, her lips and chin glistening. she grins, wiping it away with the back of her hand before smearing kisses all the way from your stomach to your neck. ‘pretty girl. feel better?’

‘yeah.. so much better.’ your voice is quiet, completely fucked out. it makes ellie laugh when she wraps her arms around you. ‘good.’

[planetsage]

i neeeddddd subby cho in your writing

📌 nsfw, sub!cho, f!reader, begging, spit, m rec oral.

choso easily crumbles under your touch with only the slightest whispers of pressure. of pleasure.

weightlessly. like a dried-up little rose petal ready to dust and disintegrate at just the faintest caress. yet, still, his face warmly harbors a spectrum of reds and pinks that flower and spread down the flush fields and ridges of his neck. he looks so pretty like this. his purple eyes big and glassy pooling into yours with a special kind of desperation only he can be so full he overflows with.

“please ca— n you — ohh” he stammers quietly, his voice trailing, teetering off into a raw, needy cry.

and a breath hitches deep, deep, deep in his throat as you move to kiss and spit and drool all over his pudgy bulge, wetness glistening and spreading against the darkening fabric creating a damp, patch that clings obscenely to his poor clothed cock “can i …?”

with very, very deliberate slowness, you move to nuzzle against him, rubbing the warmth of your cheeks against the cool pool of spit that sticks and leaves a thin layer on your skin. looking at your pretty face like this: pushed up against something so dirty, so sinful makes him twitch with guilt. guilt that he’s soo turned on by the nasty sight. his fingers gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles bleeding white.

“mmhmm?” you hum teasingly when he doesn’t respond. too busy hanging on your every move and trying not to cum in his pants on the spot. the sound vibrates down his cock, as you look up at him through long fluffy lashes, batting coyly, “can i wha baby?” your words come out in muffled little blurbs against his shorts.

the answer he gives you is a strangled little whimper. a barely audible, gasp: “s-stop teasing,” his body taut, so full of tension, muscles coiled up tight as he fights against the urge to just buck into your little mouth, “please”

leaning in with a minxy smile, you press your warm tongue against the damp fabric, tracing the outline of his thick cock with a slooowww stroke, “ooo— oh my god, baby” you feel him shudder beneath you, then you pull back just enough to look at him.

his eyes are screwed shut, plump lips pink and parted in more pretty gasps, “look at you, my pretty boy” you pause to let your tongue poke out and lick your lips, “you want me to take care of you, hm? that what you want?”

before he can even answer, because you already know, you reach up and tug at the stretchy waistband of his shorts, pulling them down juustt enough to free his impatient cock. it springs up and out, so thick and flushed, pretty strings of sticky precum pulling from the wet material, making your mouth water.

he hisses behind pearly clenched teeth and without breaking that delicious eye contact, you pop your mouth open and plug yourself full, inch by inch, pressing the fat of your thighs together at the way he moans and whines for you, the way his hips jerk up uncontrollably, “ye— yeess feels so good like .. like that, please” your tongue flattens against the slit of his fat tip, tasting the saltiness, your lips forming a tight seal around him before you bob your head slowly, teasingly, letting him feel every corner of your mouth’s warm, wet embrace.

you move to take him all the way in, his flushed tip massaging the back of your throat as tears trigger and spill down your face, your nose brushing against his scratchy pubic hair, “sh— shit bab— haah, lookk so pret— ty hnn” his hands fly to your head, fingers tangling in your hair, not to push you down— no. but to hold on, to grab handfuls and ground himself as you suck the literal soul out of him.

you hollow your puffy cheeks, sucking him harder, your head moving faster. his hips start to move too. thrusting shallowly. silently begging for more, for everything.

“so— so close, please let me cum for you. wanna be so good… so— hahah so goood.”

you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. spit pools and spills … everywhere, all over your cheeks, slipping down to his fat balls, making you hum in satisfaction, feeling the vibration travel down his length.

you take him deep again, your throat clamping around him as you push him to the brink. his already vice grip on your hair tightens as he pulses and twitches and throbs in your mouth, your warm soft hands working to jerk and massage what doesn’t fit in your little mouth.

“oh my— fu— gonna haahhnhg.. gonna—”

he cries out, a hot, broken sound as he comes for you. thick and salty on your tongue, and you gulp and swallow up every single drop, milking him fucking dry before moving to softly squeeze his balls, coaxing him to give you his all.

and you hold him there. letting him ride it all out as he hiccups and sniffles so cutely.

“mmmm, did so well, baby,” you murmur, your voice soft and soothing, crawling up beside him to place a gentle kiss on his teary cheeks. “suuuchh a good boy”

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[ashlynlovestlou]

Can you do EllAbs DESTROYING the reader, and she looks at them, all fuck dumb and covered in spit and cum and she says "That all?" And Ellie is staring and 👁️👄👁️ with her strap dangling off one of her legs, and Abby crosses her arms, strap in one hand vibrator in another "Can you take more?" Reader smiles and says "No✨" and passes tf out

ellabs x reader (blurb)

꩜ synopsis: just ellabs aftercare :))

꩜ CW: overstimulation , dom! ellie and abby , sub! reader , afab! reader , strap use (r receiving) , dacryphilia , MOSTLY aftercare , mention of bruises and skin irritation , no use of y/n , use of pet names

nsfw!! men dni, sorry this is so short :(

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You lay staring at the ceiling, completely fucked silly. You didn't even have it in you to cry any longer. You came at least four times, but you lost count when you almost passed out from forgetting to breathe.

"What do you think, Abby?" Ellie asks, gently rubbing circles around your clit, the stimulation just about making you want to scream. And you would have, if you had it in you.

"That all?" Abby asked you, vibrator in one hand and strap resting in the other.

"I think she's got one more in her." Ellie says softly, moving her calloused fingers from your clit to your stomach, where she rubs gently circles on your skin.

You wanted to throw up at the thought of yet another orgasm, but you didn't have the energy to object.

"Speak, baby. We need words." Abby says.

"N-No." You stutter out.

Without another word, both girls get off you, peeling their straps off their hips. Ellie was the one to run off to the bathroom, fetching two towels: one damp and one dry.

The second the rough material of the towel touches your pussy you pull away, your legs closing as your sensitive and irritated skin is stimulated further.

"Baby, breathe. Ellie is just cleaning you up." Abby tuts, peppering kisses on your tear-stained face.

You nod and stay still again, letting Ellie wipe you clean. She presses a gentle kiss to your knee as she dresses you again, putting on your softest, most comfortable panties so it doesn't irritate your pussy further.

Abby is first to lie next to you, picking you up and rolling you over so you're laying on top of her. Your breasts are pushed up against Abby's clothed ones, her hands tracing circles around your back as Ellie stands above both of you, lathering lotion on your back.

You shiver at the temperature, but you adjust once her warm palms rub up and down your spine. Just minutes ago, they were fucking the life out of you. You almost fainted and forgot your name from how hard their straps were pounding into you simultaneously. And now they're treating you like a princess, giving you back rubs and gentle little kisses on every square inch of your skin they can find.

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a/n: i'm so sorry this is so short, it's finals week and i've been super stressed so i had to literally wring this out of my brain. 😊

[ediewentmissing]

it started off as just the cozy snuggling you do every morning. you were sleeping in on a saturday, no plans for the day. eddie’s deep, sleepy breaths were fanning the top of your head as he hugged you from behind. his embrace was warm.

he was spooning you like usual. if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t, because his muscled arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, but that was okay, because you weren’t planning on getting up ever again. this was too nice.

it was quiet. peaceful.

until eddie pushes his lower body into you and whines quietly. the thin material of your panties and his boxers leave very little to the imagination. you can feel the whole of his length - his painfully hard length - pressed against you. you can feel the dampness in the fabric from his precum. you can feel his breath hitch when he humps the fat of your ass lightly, a mear brush.

“eds?” you mumble, checking if he was awake.

he responds with a grunt. “need you…” he whispers airily.

leaning down, he takes your neck between his lips, kissing messily from your jaw to the base of your neck, leaving a wet trail. you moan softly, rutting back into eddie’s cock, making it twitch against you.

he humps you at a slow pace, laying his tongue out flat to lap up your salty sweat. he whimpers against the side of your throat, vibrating into your skin.

“need your pussy, baby…” he mumbles in a pleading tone, muffled by your neck. “please, sweetheart… fuck-”

you pull off your panties, reaching behind you to tug down his boxers, tucking them just under his sentsitive balls.

with a little help from eddie, you line him up to your entrance, and he pushes in easily.

he moans loudly, biting down on your collarbone to keep himself from blowing. “fucking christ, baby. so wet… so wet…” he moans into your skin. slowly, he pulls his hips back, and then forwards again, groaning.

your mouth is open in a silent moan, breathing heavily regardless of the speed. he was so deep inside you. this new spooning angle was hitting all the right spots. you could feel every inch of him inside you, gliding gently up and down your walls.

he stops biting you, licking over the sensitive skin as an apology. he quickens his thrusts by just a bit, and you moan in response. his lips move to right beside your ear so you can hear every dirty thing he whispers.

(NSFW AUDIO WARNING)

@eyesofsuggestions on soundgasm

[bearsbeetsbeskar]

Study Days with Joel (Joel Miller x f!reader)

pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (no outbreak) word count: 3.5k of pure smut rating: Explicit, MDNI 18+, swearing, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, breath play, choking, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is in his 40s), no physical descriptions of reader except that Joel is able to lift her up summary: You have your state psychology exam coming up, the last step in getting your degree, but studying is the bane of your existence. Joel comes up with an alternative solution to help you study for the exam. A/N: Soooo, this was rotting my brain for the last month of my semester in grad school, pretty sure I was ovulating and I started typing it out in the library on campus. Best believe I struggled to get any studying done, thinking about this fictional man. This is also my first time writing smut so please be kind. Not beta'd cause I literally just needed to get it OUT. Comment and reblog if you like it. Enjoy! 🌚 🌹-N main masterlist

“C’mon baby, try again. Wanna hear it.”

You whine and squirm under the weight of his grip, his forearm pinning your hips further into the mattress like an iron bar.

“Jo- fuck,” you pant as your hips buck up, chasing the heat of his mouth. The crumpled study cheat sheet that you were clutching is long abandoned as your right hand snakes through his curls and grips them hard.

All you can do is mewl helplessly as Joel laps away at your aching cunt, his tongue lathing in wide strokes through your folds, before flattening it and swirling it around your swollen clit.

“Try again,” he mumbles into your core. The vibrating rumble of his baritone sends shockwaves throughout your body, as he presses a kiss to your clit, then moves down to lick into your hole, drinking up your arousal.

You gasp, canting your hips up again, trying to get him closer.

Deeper.

More of his tongue, more of his fingers, more Joel.

“I can’t,” you sob in desperation and arch your back, more wetness seeping out of your pussy.

Your mind is reduced to mush at this point. The only sensations that exist are the heat of Joel’s mouth, the softness of his curly locks, and the damp fabric of the sheets underneath you.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers against your core. “You remembered it earlier today. C’mon” He looks up at you, those sinful chocolate eyes devouring you whole.

The photographic memory you were so confident in fails you instantly, as you try to remember concepts from the cheat sheet. The only image you can see is Joel's predatory gaze peering up at you from your core, the lower half of his face drenched in your slick.

You have no doubt that Joel’s intentions were pure. Wholesome, even. The key word being were. But the way he’s sucking on your pussy lips, devouring your cunt as if it was his last meal on earth, nothing about this feels wholesome or pure.

He wanted to help you study for your upcoming licensing exam, the final step in getting your degree. When he suggested helping you out, you figured he would run through the material with you a couple times, test you on a few concepts, and then reassure you that you had nothing to worry about. Kiss you on the forehead and tell you that you’d ace the exam no problem.

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��You’re gonna do just fine baby, you’re overthinking it. You and I both know that you know your stuff.” He grabs your face, his massive palms enveloping your cheeks, as he kisses you on the forehead while you continue your anxious tirade.

“Yeah, but not with statistics!” Anxiety bubbles up through your chest, solidifying and compressing your lungs as you squawk back at him.

“This is math, my worst fucking enemy. I hate that they include this portion on the exam, it’s not like I’ll ever need to know how the different types of reliability and validity will help a client in a counseling session-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he presses his thumbs into your cheekbones ever so slightly, interrupting your runaway thoughts and bringing you back to earth. “Look at me.”

You attempt to hang your head in defeat but Joel’s strong hands keep your head in place. Pouting incessantly, you roll your eyes and pointedly look away from him.

“Hey.” He grunts and shakes your head sharply. “I saw that.”

You’re still mostly in panic mode, but the edge in his tone has warmth rushing through your body, and your gaze trailing back up to meet him.

Joel strokes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, back and forth. The featherlight touch on your soft skin lulls you out of panic mode, as your shoulders slump and your posture relaxes. Pulling you in for a hug, he cups the back of your head, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. The heat from his large hand bleeds through your sleep shirt, wrapping your body in his comforting warmth.

“You’re smarter than anyone I know darlin,’ told ya so from the first day we met. Hell, I don’t know anyone else who has the entirety of that damn manual memorized front to back, ‘cept for you.” He presses his lips into the crown of your head, inhaling the sweet smell of you.

You snort, but it comes out muffled as you press your face further into his broad chest.

“That’s different. That stuff is interesting to me, it’s easy to absorb. Statistics is math, and math is the devil.” You grumble, nuzzling further into the warmth of his shirt, breathing in the faint smell of his detergent and cologne. The smell of Joel.

“I know. But I’m sure in the beginning, even memorizing a quarter of the stuff was a headache, and yet you did it. You just gotta give this a chance,” he murmurs against your hair. “Maybe there’s a different method we haven’t figured out yet, that will help it click, hm?”

He continues to rub slow circles against your back when you mumble something incoherent and bury more into his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle.

Joel was right. You knew he was, as much as you hated to admit it. But above all else, he genuinely cared about helping you succeed, and if there was anything he could do to make life easier for you, or let you know that you weren’t alone in your struggles, he would do it. And he always spoke about conquering those struggles as a team, as your partner, always willing to carry the load for you if you couldn’t handle it yourself.

Not that he doubted you in the first place. But it was always ‘we’ or ‘us,’ never just ‘you,’ or ‘I.’ It’s one of the reasons why you were head over heels in love with him. Sometimes you wondered if he realized how much strength he gave you by simply existing.

“Remind me again,” he shifts his arms so that they wrap around you, gluing you to his body,.

“What’s the difference between.. Schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder?”

Although you’re not looking at him, you know that he has a smile on his face. He fully knows that you know the correct answer. Sighing deeply, you turn your head to the side.

“Schizophrenia is a psychotic disorder where a person experiences psychosis, or hallucinations and or delusional thinking, but schizoaffective disorder is when a person experiences the same psychotic symptoms, along with symptoms of a mood disorder, like depression or mania.”

“Straight from the fuckin’ textbook,” he whispers in your ear, before leaning down to kiss your pulse point. “My smart cookie.”

Shivering in response, you tilt your head to the side as his lips trail down your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses and nibbling ever so slightly. Gasping, you tilt your head further, giving him more access and melting in his embrace.

“Mmm.” Joel rumbles, the deep vibration reverberating through his chest.

“Why don’t we try another study method and see how it works?”

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Little did you know that another study method would involve you laid out beneath Joel, his broad frame caging you in as he took you apart with his mouth. Every kiss, every lick, every suckle to your clit, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Joel tested your restraint.

“Tell me again baby, I know you know it.”

He whispers into your wetness, pulling away to press wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. When you don’t answer immediately, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, applying the slightest pressure that makes you gasp and lift your head to look down at him. He doesn’t say anything else, save for quirking his brow, patiently waiting while his tongue soothes over the indents on your skin.

“Stat-fuck.”

You swallow, your throat desperately dry from the hoarse moans and whimpers you’ve been letting out.

“Statistical significance is- is when the rela-relationsh-shit,” you pant as Joel’s tongue traces your outer lips, sucking slightly before dipping into your hole and curling, “between two or more v-variables is caused by s-something other than-ngh chance.”

The last part comes out as a rushed gasp as scorching heat runs through your veins, with Joel’s mouth magnetized to your cunt, but he praises you nonetheless.

He hums and gives you a devious smile.

“Good girl,” he purrs, grazing your slit with his middle finger, gathering up the obscene amount of wetness leaking out of you, before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt.

You barely have time to catch your breath, choking on gasp as you revel in the stretch of his fingers. So fucking long and thick. You never get tired of how they fill you so perfectly.

“My good fucking girl. So fuckin’ smart.” He growls into your cunt, curling his dexterous fingers, effortlessly pressing up against that spot that makes your eyes roll back and clench around him.

“Oh shit.”

Your mind goes blank as you whine and start to tense your stomach, hips lifting up again seeking out more friction. The stretch of his fingers is delicious, the way they hook inside you, reaching spots you can never reach yourself. It makes your head spin as he continues to lathe his tongue up and down, flattening it and making wide circles around your clit.

You can feel the heat starting to build in your core, licking up your spine as Joel keeps slowly pushing his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Steadily, in and out, until your hips are tightening and loosing with the building pressure.

“Joel, please.”

You sob and lift your hips up once more to meet his mouth, pull his fingers in deeper.

“Shhh babygirl. You’re doing good so far,” he lifts his mouth off your pussy, his drenched lips hovering just above it as he presses a chaste kiss to your mound.

He waits a beat, before a devious grin spreads across his face.

“But you gotta be prepared for all sorts of distractions when you’re writing that exam, gotta be able to focus and tune it all out.”

Your thoughts aren’t even coherent at this point. Your brain is just a soggy pile of mush, frayed neurons, misfiring in all directions. He’s kidding right?

Joel Miller is your biggest distraction.

Always.

You barely have time to lift your head up and watch his malicious smile disappear, as it morphs into something primal.

Pure hunger.

He rises up from his place between your legs, releasing your one leg he was holding to spread you open, while his other hand is still knuckle deep in your tight, throbbing pussy.

Coming up on the bed to hover over your frame, you’re awestruck by his size. How much bigger he is than you. How broad he is, with his shoulders spanning twice the amount of space as yours. It makes you shiver, your skin tingling under the thin layer of sweat that coats your naked body.

“Next question sugar. Ready?”

Joel licks his lips, his pupils blown black as he snaps his fingers against that spongy spot deep inside you. The air is punched out of your lungs as you choke on a gasp.

“Fuck, Joel.”

“I know baby, I know.”

He coos at you, leaning down to kiss you. Gently brushing his lips against yours before his tongue teases the seam of your lips, you open up to him. He swallows your moans, tongue dancing with yours as he groans, sucking on your bottom lip.

Breaking away he pants as his gaze flicks between your lips to your eyes. “Y’trust me?”

For a fraction of a second, you see the concern in his big rounded eyes. The dominance dissipates as he checks in with you, making sure you’re still with him, and that it’s not too much.

You nod frantically before you can even process his words.

“Words baby, I gotta hear those sweet words.”

“Yes, Joel.” One word falling from your lips.

“Please”

“There we go. Now, can you tell me what inter-rater reliability is?”

“Uhhh.” You wish you could answer him, you really could. But he keeps fucking his fingers into you, pressing up against your g-spot at the same steady pace. The squelching sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower belly.

You try to continue, but as soon as you do, Joel’s free hand slowly snakes around your neck. His massive palm envelopes the circumference of your throat, as he grasps it loosely.

Instantly your mouth drops open as you whine, eyes glazing over. He loves playing with you. It’s all too easy to turn you into a babbling mess, drunk on his pleasure in a matter of minutes. His voice, his hands, his mouth.

Sobbing and squirming underneath him, another pulse of pleasure shoots straight to your core as you clench around his thick fingers. He’s not even squeezing, barely applying the slightest bit of pressure but fuck, it makes you dizzy already.

You love when he chokes you, love feeling his huge warm hands encircling the column of your neck. The way that those hands could so easily snap you in half, holding onto your fate. It makes you ridiculously wet, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

Joel tilts his head, drinking you in underneath his predatory gaze, before the corner of his mouth slowly lifts into a smile.

“Distractions baby. Gotta think past them”

All you can do is look up at him through teary doe eyes and whimper. In response, his thumb starts to gently circle your clit while his fingers continue stretching you out.

“Joel, please.”

It’s all you can repeat. Begging that he take mercy on you and forget the studying, and just fuck you senseless already.

“Nuh-uh baby, answer the question.” His grip around your throat tightens ever so slightly as he encourages you again.

Swallowing as best as you can while the warmth of his palm bleeds through your skin, you try to think of the answer. But all you can feel is the heat simmering in your belly, the dampness of the sheets beneath you from all the arousal seeping out of your cunt.

“Interrater r-reliability is a measure of val-lidity-”

Joel clicks his tongue and removes his thumb from your clit. You whimper as your hips rise up, chasing his touch.

“Mm, not quite darlin.’ Try again.”

Your brain flounders, unable to conjure up any images of your cheat sheet or study material. The only thing keeping you tethered to reality is the warmth emanating from his large frame caging in your body, and his fingertips pressed into the sides of your throat.

He lets up slightly around your neck, as you pant and bite your lip.

“Inter-rater r-reliability, is a measure of consistency, or the d-degree of agreement between different people -fuck, observing the s-same thing.” The last couple words fade out as he starts running his fingers soothingly up and down the sides of your neck.

“There you go baby,” he purrs. “Very good, so fucking good for me.”

Immediately, his hand slithers around your neck again as his grip gets tighter and tighter, till you’re gasping. Euphoria floods your brain. A gush of wetness seeps out around Joe’s fingers that are still buried in your cunt as you clench hard around him.

You grasp at the sheets, grasp at the hand wrapped around your neck as you writhe underneath him incessantly, your mouth falling open as you try to say his name again.

Growling at the way your body responds to him instantly, Joel’s fingers inside you pick up their pace, thrusting into you and snapping up against that spot that makes you go cross-eyed. His thumb presses down against your clit as he starts to circle it quickly.

“Did so well baby. So fucking smart, and good for me.” His lips curl as he bares his teeth at you.

You’ve never felt smaller in your life. Never felt more aroused. You want him to swallow you whole and wreck you. Then put you back together how he sees fit.

Your lips try to press together, forming the ‘p’ in ‘please’ as you go to beg him for release again. Watching your eyes glaze over, he nods in response.

“Go ahead babygirl, can feel you squeezing me so fuckin' hard. That tight little pussy is drooling, begging for release.”

He leans over you, till his lips are right beside your ear.

"Cum all over my fucking hand and I’ll pound that pretty pussy from behind till you can’t see straight, make you watch in the mirror.”

That’s all it takes. His filthy fucking mouth unraveling your body while his hands break you apart.

All the heat in your body pinpoints towards your core, as you feel your toes start to curl and your eyes roll back as your cunt tightens around his fingers. The coil deep inside you snaps as he lets off your neck, and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you in waves.

It’s searing, white hot euphoria. Endless ecstasy coursing through your veins as your body locks up and convulses, your pussy gushing around him. His fingers don’t slow down, fucking you through it as you arch off the bed, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, wailing his name as if it’s the only answer.

Forget the studying, forget school, forget anything.

Just Joel.

“There you fuckin’ go.” He murmurs in awe, mesmerized at you falling apart for him.

“My good fucking girl, came so hard. So fucking wet for me.”

He presses soft kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest while murmuring more praise. Pulling his soaked fingers out as your body still shakes with aftershocks, he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes falling shut.

You mewl at the sight and let your head thunk against the pillow.

You feel drained. Flattened. Exhausted in the best possible way.

He rests his head on your tummy, looking up at you with adoration. Like you captured the fucking moon for him.

The hunger in his eye is gone, the depth of his chocolate brown irises replaced with warmth and love. Rubbing his hands up and down your sides and kissing the softness of your skin, he checks in with you.

“Holy fuck,” You huff out as you will your breathing to slow down.

He chuckles, the crinkles around his eyes deepen.

“How was that?”

“Well, I’m not gonna be able to conjure up the definition for statistical significance or interrater reliability without remembering your fingers deep inside my pussy.”

You reach down and bury your hands into the soft mop of curls, trailing them down to caress his jaw. You trace the patchy scruff of his beard as Joel turns his head to press his lips against your fingertips.

“But it certainly is a memorable study method.

You flash him a tired smile. "I’m a big fan”

Sweat beads at your hairline as you feel your hair plastered to your forehead, yet he looks at you with same intensity and adoration.

“I’m glad I could help darlin.’ If you can stand my distractions, I have no doubt you’ll ace the exam.”

Mischief laces his tone as he leans up and over you to kiss your forehead. Moving down, kissing your cheek, your lips, his lips brush your pulse point as he licks and nibbles.

You whimper helplessly and tilt your head, giving him more access.

“We’ll see about that. I’m just lucky I have a very good study buddy”

“Oh we’re just getting started sugar,” he whispers in your ear. “That was just the first chapter of material, we got the rest of the textbook to cover, and the rest of the fuckin night.”

Goosebumps prickle across your skin as you shiver again, warmth flooding from your pussy. His fingers dip down, slipping through your folds as he feels how wet you are. He pulls his fingers up, watching the clear webbing of your arousal coat his fingers, as his eyes darken and his gaze flicks back to you.

“Get on your hands and knees for me.”

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A couple weeks later, you get your exam results through the mail. You passed with flying colours, although you’re not really sure how to be honest. But it doesn’t matter as you fling your arms around Joel’s neck, one hand clutching the ripped open envelope as he lifts you off your feet and swings you around, elated for your success.

Needless to say you don’t study by yourself again for future tests after that study session.

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ choso + dealing with your brattiness

character: kamo choso warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is a Brat with a capital b, stepcest, toxic relationship, hair pulling, size difference, fem!reader, one (1) spank words: 703

do you ever just want to be a mean, bitchy, bratty lil girl—wearing too-short skirts and no panties underneath, purposefully flashing little glimpses that are nothing more than teasing, taunting, titillating; purring out smart-mouthed remarks to every statement vaguely sent your way, sticky sweet like spoiled syrup dripping from your lips—and testing the limits of big step-brother choso and his Nice Guy Nature???

pushing him further and further and further, stretching him thinner and thinner and thinner, until he finally fucking snaps, grabs you so tightly by your lil wrist that he leaves the prettiest bracelet of blue and purple in the mold of his thick fingers stained into your skin and yanks so hard that you stumble over your own ankles, falling naturally into his lap???

those big hands are shoving their way up your skirt, the material bunching around your tailbone, callused palms roaming your supple flesh and kneading, pinching, squeezing, just hard enough to snap tiny networks of capillaries beneath his fingertips, just firm enough to have you squealing and trying to bury your face in his shoulder.

but he isn’t going to allow that, one set of fingers burying themselves in your hair, knuckles rooted flush to your scalp, strands twisted around his digits as he pulls, tugging you from your hiding spot and forcing a sharp yelp from your throat.  

“you think you can act so nasty to me and just get away with it?” he’s asking, voice vibrating against your ribs as his hand tightens, jerking your head back further, neck arched and on display. “huh?” 

chestnut eyes, dark and gaping and shrouded by dense lashes, search your face, narrowing slightly as he sneers. hot breath wafts across your cheeks, coming out his nose in ragged huffs, his chest heaving against yours as his fury climbs, rises to a boil behind his sternum, melts his heart to something thick and sticky and foul, steadily consuming his rationality.

“wh-why not? what’re you gonna—ow!—do about it?” 

and even mangled in such an uncomfortable, compromising position, features fighting the urge to contort in pain, you’re still such a fucking brat, smirk strained but goading, gaze glittering with a daring audacity—do something, onii-chan, do something. 

a growl rumbles behind choso’s ribs and he wrenches harder, the base of your skull nearly touching the top of your spine, thorns searing through your scalp.

“you really want to play these games?”

despite the tears shimmering in your eyes—so pretty, so perfect, just barely contained by your lash line as they build, bulge, threaten to spill over—you swallow resolutely, unblinking stare steadily holding his own.

“i really do, onii-chan.” 

his cock is already hard, you can feel it, pressed tightly against your thigh, hips shifting a little in a halfhearted attempt to grind against it, edges of your grin growing when it twitches in response.

“and i know you do, too.” 

his upper lip curls with vexation—an unusual distortion of his handsome face—the beginnings of a snarl huffed out from between parted lips, half-smothered, the strong hinges of his jaw flexing as his molars grind together.

“alright, let’s play. you wanna know what i’m gonna do about it?” 

“uh-huh.”

leaning down, his massive body blankets yours, grip on your strands loosening slightly as his mouth finds your ear, lips caressing the cartilage as his words bead along your skin, low and wet and hot.

“i’m going to show you what happens to little girls who think they can treat their onii-chans with such disrespect.” 

a soft whine catches in your throat, pelvis rocking slightly and thighs squeezing his hips as damp, dense heat begins to sprawl in your tummy. your words are breathy, bordering on begging, all previous challenge faded from your tone, replaced with a dreamy sort of desperation.

“what happens?” 

a firm palm collides with the bare skin of your ass, stark and sudden, the sharp sound tangling with the pitchy cry knocked from your chest. his hand stays flat and splayed against the burning skin, singeing the tingles into your flesh before his fingers tense, carving violet-tinged crescents into your bum as his grip strengthens.  

“they’re unable to sit for a week.”

[v6quewrlds]

❝ birthday boy, a. iosivas. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: the birthday boy's turning 25. it's only right he gets his present.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: okay so boom, storytime. this idea hit me exactly five hours ago after i saw a clip of troye giving vinnie a lap dance on tour. immediately thought about subby!andrei which is perfect bc i wanted to write a bday fic for him anyways. so i hope y'all enjoy. she's short and sweet <3

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, sexual content, lap dance, grinding, handjob, blowjob, a hint of sub!andrei, description of ejaculation.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: andrei iosivas x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 1.9k.

You stepped out of the shower, the steam enveloping your naked body like a warm embrace. The scent of vanilla and musk filled the air, a tantalizing hint of what was to come. You toweled off with a hum to yourself, your passion twists clinging to the dampness as you walked into the bedroom, your bare feet whispering on the plush carpet. You glanced at the bed, where Andrei, your boyfriend, lay sprawled out, scrolling through his phone.

He looked up at you, his brown eyes smoldering as he took in your freshly scrubbed skin. "You're killing me, baby," he murmured, his hand unconsciously adjusting his growing erection through his pants. "I can't wait for this surprise anymore."

You giggled, your full lips curving in a knowing smile. "Patience, birthday boy," you sang, your voice a velvety purr. 

You strutted over to the dresser, your naked curves swaying with a seductive grace. From the top drawer, you pulled out a black lace lingerie set, holding it up against your body in the mirror. The reflection revealed your dark areolas and the promise of more to come. You slipped on the lingerie, feeling the material hug your curves like a second skin.

Andrei's eyes followed your every move, his breath hitching as he watched you change into your underwear. His dick strained against the fabric of his pants, a silent plea for release. You noticed his struggle and couldn't resist a little tease. You turned to face him, throwing your passion twists over your shoulder without a word before reaching for his Bluetooth speaker on the nightstand.

Andrei's eyes widened in anticipation as you reached for his phone, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows across your body, making you seem to glow. Without a moment of hesitation, he handed it over, your manicured fingers navigating to Spotify. You hit the play button and a sultry R&B melody filled the room.

The first notes of your sex playlist hit the air, a bass line that vibrated through his chest and straight to his lower half. His eyes never left you as you turned the volume up just right, a knowing look on your face. He recognized the first track immediately, your favorite song that never failed to set the mood.

You strutted back over to the bed, your hips moving to the rhythm as if the music lived in your very bones. Andrei's eyes traced the lines of your body, the silk of your skin glistening under the soft light. He cursed to himself, his gaze devouring every inch of you.

"Sit up," you ordered, gesturing to the edge of the bed. Your tone was playful but firm, leaving no room for argument. Andrei did as he was told, his legs trembling slightly as he followed your command, his heart racing.

You positioned the speaker just right, ensuring that the music surrounded you both. You stepped closer, your movements fluid as water, and began to sway in front of him. The beat of the song matched the rhythm of your hips, which rolled in a mesmerizing dance that made Andrei's mouth water. You placed one hand on his shoulder, your nails digging in slightly as you ground yourself against his thigh. He released a breath, his cock jumping in response.

Your other hand trailed down your body, teasing your skin as you moved. Andrei watched, his eyes following the path you took, his own hand twitching with the desire to do the same. The room grew hotter, the air thick with lust as the music grew more intense.

The second song began to play, an impossibly slower song. You stepped closer to Andrei, your thighs parting to straddle him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging in slightly as you began to grind against him. He groaned, his dick straining against you, desperate for contact.

"Take your pants off," you breathed, your voice low and commanding. 

Andrei's hands shook as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. He slid his pants down, revealing his boxer briefs, the fabric tented with his arousal. You licked your lips, a wicked glint in your eye.

Your hands traveled down your stomach, your fingertips grazing the edge of your lace panties. Andrei could see the dampness already soaking through the fabric, a testament to your own desire. He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet yours as you slid closer, your wetness brushing against him.

"Not yet," you whispered, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. 

You leaned in, your breath hot on his neck as you kissed him lightly. Your teeth grazed his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. "First, the full show."

The music was a siren's call, guiding Andrei's eyes as they traced the lines of your body. He watched, his breathing ragged, as you reached behind your back and unclasped the bra. It fell away, revealing your firm, round breasts. They bounced slightly as you moved, your hardened nipples peaked with arousal.

"You're so beautiful, princess," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

You giggled, the sound low and throaty. "Thank you, Drei," you said, leaning in to kiss him, your breasts pressing against his bare chest. Your hand snaked around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss grew deeper, your tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle with his. Andrei groaned, his hands sliding around to cup your ass, his thumbs grazing the damp fabric of your panties.

The third song kicked in, a rhythmic bass that had you both grinding against each other. You pulled away, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You stepped back, placing a hand on his chest to keep him seated as you turned around. You bent at the waist, your ass high in the air as you slid the panties down, revealing your toned backside. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Andrei's breath caught in his throat as you stepped out of the lace, leaving it in a pool at your feet. He took in the view of your bare pussy, already glistening with excitement. The music grew more intense, and you began to dance again, your movements slower and more deliberate. You knelt to your knees, your ass swaying as you grabbed the base of his cock through his boxers, your nails scraping gently along his length.

He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as you began to tug at his boxers. Inch by torturous inch, you revealed his hardened shaft, until it sprang free, standing proudly against his stomach. Your hand wrapped around it, your grip firm but gentle as you began to stroke him in time with the beat.

Andrei's hands clenched the bed, his chest heaving with each stroke you administered. The room was alive with the throb of the bass. Your grip tightened, your thumb tracing the precum beading at the tip of his cock. You leaned in, your warm breath fanning over his shaft, and whispered, "You want me to suck it?"

"Fuck yes," he hissed, the words barely leaving his mouth before you took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him like a warm, wet glove. Andrei's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of your tongue swirling around his head nearly sending him over the edge. You sucked him deep, your cheeks hollowing as you took him to the back of your throat. The sight of you eagerly pleasuring him was almost too much to handle.

Your hand kept rhythm with your mouth, your nails lightly raking his thighs as you worked him. Andrei's hips began to move, thrusting up to meet your mouth, his control slipping away as the music swelled around the two of you. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. He watched in the mirror across from the bed, his muscles tensing at the sight of the back of your head bobbing up and down his length, your twists flowing down your back.

The music grew more intense, and you pulled away, panting. "Take these off," you demanded, pointing to his boxer briefs. Andrei complied, his cock bobbing free as he kicked the material away.

You straddled him again, this time with your slick pussy pressing against his thigh. Andrei groaned, his hands reaching for your hips, but you slapped them away playfully. 

"Not yet," you purred, your breath warm and sweet. Instead, you reached for his chin, tilting it up to meet your gaze.

Your eyes searched his tensing features, the music a pulsing heartbeat in the background. Andrei's own heart hammered in his chest, his anticipation a tangible force in the air. You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him hard. Your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him from base to tip in time with the beat of the music.

"I wanna give my birthday boy the best present," you murmured, your voice a siren's whisper that sent another jolt of need through Andrei's body as he moaned painfully. You continued your movements over his shaft, watching as he groaned out. 

His brown eyes closed as he whispered, "You're the only present I need, baby."

"Gonna come for me, birthday boy?" You taunted, your hand moving faster, your thumb circling the sensitive ridge of his head. Andrei's eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and he nodded frantically, unable to form words through his lust. The room was a symphony of his heavy breathing and the bass of the music, your bodies moving in perfect sync to the rhythm.

"Come for me, Drei," you encouraged, your strokes now a blur as you watched him, his eyes locked on yours. His hips bucked, his body begging for release. He was so close, so very close.

And then the dam broke. Andrei's body tensed, a moan ripping from his chest as he came, spurts of hot cum landing on his stomach and chest. You slowed your movements, your hand milking him through the last of his orgasm, watching with a smug smile as his cock twitched and spasmed in your grip.

The music switched to a new song, something slower, more sensual, as you climbed off of him. You stood to your full height and leaned down to kiss him again. He tasted himself on your lips and groaned as you deepened the kiss.

"I love you," Andrei murmured against your mouth, his breathing still heavy. Your smile grew wider as you broke the kiss, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction. You leaned over him, your breasts brushing against his chest as you reached for a towel, his hands reaching to steady your hips. You wiped the evidence of his release from his body, your movements gentle and tender.

"Thank you, baby," Andrei managed to say, his voice still thick with pleasure. Your eyes softened as they met his, a soft smile playing on your lips as you leaned back in to kiss him again, your tongue dancing with his in a slow, passionate dance.

"I love you too, baby. Happy birthday," you murmured against his lips, your breath sweet and warm. Andrei's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the taste of your mouth, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, the afterglow of his climax lingering as his muscles relaxed.

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[thesassypadawan]

Cute Little Mama (Kurt x FemReader)

Summary: Pregnancy hormones…they sure love to mess with you…get you all worked up. Luckily though, you have an amazing baby daddy…who loves taking care of his ‘cute little mama’.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Shower fun, oral (female receiving) and… Kurt’s skilled tongue.

Notes: 🎉❤️A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @decaffeinatedunicorn❤️🎉

- A squeal escapes when you're pulled under the warm spray of water. ‘Borrowed’ shirt completely drenched, its white fabric becoming translucent. Clinging to your fuller curves, gravid bump. “Pup, what are you-”

- Lips crash together; in a slow, sensual kiss. Teeth nipping softly, tongues lazily tangling. While his hold on your waist tightens, grips firmly. Pillowy flesh spilling out from in-between his fingers. “Know how much ya get worked up…”

- Gently, he backs you against the wall of the shower. The cold tiles a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. Nipples pebbling, a thrill running through you. “How those hormones mess with ya…”

- Large hands trail down your body, goosebumps forming in their wake. Blue eyes darkening, as Kurt slowly drops to his knees. “Figured I’d help out…”

- Pressing tender kisses first to each knee, working his way up your thighs. One at a time, sucking lightly on those sensitive spots that have you mewling…trembling in anticipation. “Be a good daddy…”

- Calloused fingertips slip under the shirt, glide over your stomach. Pushing the wet material higher, revealing more of your taut skin. “Take care of my cute little mama…”

- Lips brush across your hip, the underside of your belly. One hand migrates, find its way to your ample bottom. The other settling at the back of your knee. “Now why don’t ya part these sexy legs…let me make ya feel real good?”

- Needy moan bubbles up from your throat and eagerly you open them. Whimpering, revealing to him how you’re soaked…in more ways than one. “Please. Yes, please.”

- Letting out a pleased rumble, he carefully hikes your leg over his shoulder. Puffs of air tickle at your folds, faint stumble at your inner thighs as he gets into position. “Anything for ya, angel.”

- Without hesitation, he dives in. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your pulsing core; his tongue darts out, circles. Collecting some of your slick, eagerly tasting you. No doubt smearing it all over his chin and nose.

- Gummy walls clench, you mewl in delight. Hands fly to grasp at his damp strands; fingers tangle, tug. Hips buck slightly; seeking extra friction, for your nub to get some special attention. “Kurt, I…”

- “Don’t worry…” He murmurs low; words vibrating, sparks of pleasure erupting. Hand squeezes a squishy cheek hard, while licking up to your clit. “I got ya…”

- Wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth. He twirls and massages in the most blissful way. That has your back arching off, away from the tiled wall. Yanking harshly at his dark locks, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “Nnngh… Please, I’m…”

- “That’s it, let go for me…” Lapping at, allowing his teeth to graze. He delves deeper, plunges fervently. Making the coil in your stomach tighten. The heat inside of you grow so intense, the water feels cool on your skin. “Coat my tongue with that sweetness…”

- Lightly, he bites down on your clit. Applying just the right amount of pressure to have your eyes roll back, whole body tense up. Surroundings become nothing more than a blur…as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over you. Weak, desperate whimpers falling from your lips the entire time.

- Coming down from your high. Sounds of the shower running, shallow pants fill your ears. “I…I… Wow… That was… Wow…”

- “Told ya, those pregnancy hormones…” Kneeling upright, he peppers kisses over every inch of your stomach. “Mess with ya, but make everything feel a hundred times better…” Hands rubbing, caressing. “For both of us…” Gazing up at you reverently yet grinning hungrily. “So why don’t ya turn around… Press this beautiful, big bump…those fat, milky tits up against the glass… Lemme take care of both of us… ”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @lotte08, @freezerbride95, @lacebird, @lunarnightt, @adorbzliz, @maevesversion, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @anakinsbbgirl, @fuckmyskywalker, @avescorner-blog, @jediavengers

[babygorewhore]

Dirty girl

Rafe Cameron is your favorite porn star and you’re determined to make your fantasies come true. Even if that means sneaking into one of his parties.

Thank you to @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with this one!!! And the divider! Also idk what happened to me but the horny demon decided to show up and possess me. So enjoy this filth 😌

Warnings! Male and female masturbation! One mention of breeding kink! Daddy kink! Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected sex! Not proofread

Your crush on Rafe Cameron led you to do crazy things. Follow him around school, graduation and now you look at his posts like a puppy following their master on his only fans every single time he streamed. It wasn’t a secret that he was a porn star, everyone knew but it wasn’t openly discussed. When you saw him there weeks ago, your panties got damp from how hot he looked jerking himself off while he wore that SnapBack of his. His creamy fluid coating his large hand, fingers slick as he continued pumping.

“That’s my fucking girl,” He moaned and rolled his hips to the pace of his strokes. Your own fingers were buried inside your cunt, curling them upward as you wished they were his while your vibrator was glued to your clit mercilessly.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so good at this,” And then…

His said your name.

You immediately stopped for a second. Gasping for air but then he said another girls name. It wasn’t directed at you, another girl with the same name who requested the praise. You laid back down from leaning on your elbows, returning to your motions as your digits found their way inside your pussy, vibrations pressing tightly against your swollen center.

You bucked your hips as Rafe started grinding on his bed, his thighs caging the pillow while his dick slapped against the material. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight. Baby, let me cum in you. Wanna fuck a baby in you.”

You whimpered at his dirty words as you continued fingering yourself, drawing close to the edge when Rafe let out a throaty moan and that made your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave and you threw your head back, covering your mouth with your other hand to stop yourself from waking up your roommate in the next room.

As the seconds went by, you pulled out your fingers and wiped them on your bare hip. Rafe was breathing heavily, just like you were and it made your hole tighten when you saw his naked chest heaving as he recovered from spilling on the sheets. You needed him so badly it hurt but more than that.

You wanted him to fuck you. You didn’t want anyone else. You wanted him and you were determined to get him.

Every weekend, Rafe threw a party at his house. Your friend Barry usually provided him coke for the entertainment and that could be your opportunity to get an invite. Which is what you were currently trying to convince him the next day.

“Come on. Let me give it to him.” You pleaded and he gave you a condescending look.

“For what? So you can fuck him? Nah. He’s the one who pays me. It’s my business.” You huffed and crossed your arms. Your sneakers were sticking to the floor of his house.

“Barry. Come on. I’ll owe you if you do this. I won’t bother you for a whole week.” You offered and he snorted, running a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, right. Make it a month. No favors. No ‘borrowing’ my shit without giving it back. And you buy your own stuff. A whole ass month.” He replied and you stuck out your hand.

“Deal.”

And that’s when you snuck into the party, booming music, laughter, fucking disguised your lack of invitation as you tried to find your target. You were surprised he wasn’t at the center since he loved attention but instead, when you went up the stairs, he was sitting down counting cash. You swallowed your nerves away before approaching him. You wondered if the money was cashed out from his Only fans. Which in turn made you clench at the memory.

You walked over, your heels clacking against the wood floor and Rafe’s head snapped up. But instead of criticizing you as a stranger, he stood up with a smirk.

“Hey, haven’t seen you before, baby.”

You swallow your nervousness and give him a little smile. “I’m here to give you the goods. Barry wasn’t able to come.”

Rafe furrows his brows slightly. “Doesn’t sound like him. Maybe you should tell me why you’re here, baby girl.” He says and wraps his hand on your hip, tugging you close until you’re pressed against him.

You shrugged but put your hands on his chest, rising up a little so you can press your lips to his ear. “Maybe I want you to fuck me like you do in your little videos, baby.”

Rafe quirks his eyebrow before gesturing with his head to the right. “Hmm, maybe I can give it to you. But first you have to ask me nicely, baby. Use good manners.” He teases.

“Please fuck me, Rafey. I want it so bad. I want you to stuff me with your cum.” You press your hands together in contrition. “I promise I’ll be good and take it.” You pout slightly.

Rafe gently takes your arm and starts walking to the right, taking you down a dimly lit hallway and passing people who are grinding against each other. He finds the last door, opening the wooden entrance and you see a modern style bedroom. With sleek furniture and a wide bed to accommodate his large frame.

He turned and smashed his lips to yours, sucking your lower lip and sliding his hands to your ass. He squeezed and pulled you against him, grinding against you, you felt his hard cock and you reached down, palming him and he groaned. “Did you just come here to be a cum slut?” He asked and you nodded as you slipped your tongue in his mouth.

“Mhm, just wanna fuck you daddy. Maybe make our own video.” You smirked against his mouth and he chuckled darkly, pulling away.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Rafe growled and pulled out his phone, turning on the record button. “You won’t be able to touch yourself without thinking of it right now. With my cock inside you. Without my tongue and fingers inside that pretty little pussy.”

He reached forward and grabbed your hair, yanking you to the bed on your back. He wasted no time, pulling off your panties and lifting your short skirt. Rafe moaned at the sight of your sticky cunt. “Mmm, so wet for me, aren’t you baby girl?” He said before sinking to his knees.

He shoved his face against your pussy, licking you with a flattened tongue on your clit and you gripped his hair. Rafe bobbed his head up and down before pushing his tongue inside you, fucking you with it as he made you whimper and grip harder.

“Fuck, daddy, it feels so good.” You whined as he sped up, bobbing his head up and down as the flash of the camera was on in his free hand, his other holding you down by your left hip.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He grunted, lapping his tongue and you breathed harder, feeling your stomach coil.

“Yours daddy!” You cried out and he smirked against it.

“Fucking right. One more time?”

“My pussy is yours, Rafe.” You said against and he smacked your ass before lifting up, crawling on top of you and unbuckling his past. His chin dripping with your slick as he shoved his boxers down his thighs and off, throwing them to the side.

Your eyes widened at his size, his red tip leaking with precum as rubbed it against your clit before sinking inside you, “Fuckkk.” He moaned and leaned down, his face in the crook of your neck. “Such a tight little cunt. Sucking me in like a fucking slut.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly while he kissed your skin, sucking in to leave a mark. “Everyone will know I fucked you. No one will touch you. You. Are. Mine.” He said as he thrust, deep in you hitting the good spots. You huffed out pornographic noises and humped him animalistically.

He continued his pace for minutes before speeding up as he saw your eyes roll back as your belly tightened and you spilled all over his dick, giving him more slick as he pounded into you and he slammed his lips to yours, teeth and tongue and you tasted yourself.

He came in you, dripping and ropes of cum leaked onto the bed and he moaned loudly. You matched his volume as you clawed at his back.

He stayed there for seconds before pulling out and scooping you in his arms, laying down. “I’ll clean you up in a minute…fucking hell baby girl.” He chuckled and you nuzzled against his chest.

“I think you did ruin me now.” You whispered with a sly grin.

“Give me fucking five minutes. And I’m gonna turn that camera off. You’re really going to cream over me.”

Tagging! @rafescurtainbangz @drewstarkeyslut @rafesthroatbaby @slvt4jamesmarch @marchsfreakshow @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @oceandriveab @voyeurmunson @impmunson @redhead1180

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ The Vampire Lord

─ Content: NSFW - Riding The Vampire - Creampie - Chained - Use Of Bunny Petname - Blood - Biting - Sucking Blood - Kissing - Cervix Pounding

─ Notes: Happy Halloween ♡!!! The perfect day to post about fucking and being fucked by a vampire named Cazador ♡ ♡ ♡ Thanks to a dear friend, @halsinningiswinning for being a monster fucker with me and fueling me to continue writing for these baddies!

He likes to act so bad, like a big bad wolf, but behind closed doors, no one would ever guess the vampire lord could be such a pillow princess.

Cazador looked so pretty like this, his arms bound to his bed by the shiniest of silver chains, his wrists slightly aflame and above his head, his body bare and covered in sweat… His pale skin -your finger traces a heart shape across where his heart should beat- flushed the cutest of pinks as you bounce on his cock like the good little bunny you are.

Your slick drooling down his shaft, coating his smooth balls and the insides of his thighs. The vampire softly moans, his eyes shut tight, lips parted, a blush darkening his cheeks. You love it when you duck after he feeds ~ it gives him such a cute hue. His long, dark lashes flutter with every delightful bounce. He almost looks like a porcelain doll.

“S-o so handsome l-ah~ like this~♡, my pretty little master~ ♡. Le-letting nngh~ me use your cock all I- I want~” you whine, hands gripping onto his stomach, “you really are a good little lord~ ♡.”

The vampire shudders, his back arching, his chest rising, all of it causing his wrists to painfully pull against the chains.

The burning sensation that comes with them doesn't help either. It's like being lit on fire, like his wrists were being pressed to hot coals. The heat was so much, and his sensitive skin felt like it was going to melt right off. Cazador groans into the gag that were your laced panties. His teeth biting down harshly, his fangs tearing at the material as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face.

Licking your lips, you collapse forward, a hand pressing down on the silver chain that binds his wrist, the other tangling itself in the vampire's damp, silky black locks, and your lips dangerously close to those pearly white fangs.

“It's a- a real shame you can’t s’touch me, baby~ ♡,” you whisper- your cunt greedily devouring his cock, squeezing around him with a vice like grip, “fu~ You know, I was going to ride your pretty face-“ Your hips grind against his own, his tip prodding against that sensitive squishy spot that makes you see stars, “mnggh~~ let yo-you eat me out~ n’suck at ma~my clit until I came on- on- your tongue-“

He growls, his brows furrowing as he desperately bucks his hips up, his body jolting as you grind against his sensitivecock. His fangs dig deeper into the panties, a little tear in the lace as his growl vibrates in his throat…

You whimper, pulling away from him and sitting up straight. Biting your lower lip, you let your eyes trail down to where your bodies connect. Your cute cunt stretched around his girthy cock. Every time you lift up, your lips cling to his cock, sucking him back in once more, milking him, begging for his sweet, thick, seed.

You moan his name, his shaft twitching and throbbing inside you, making you moan his name again, and again. You can feel him, his length pulsing as his tip kisses your cervix, his precum mixing with your juices.

Cazador watches with heavy eyes as you ride him. His gaze follows the curve of your body, the sway of your breasts, and the way your pretty pussy takes his cock like it was meant to… His little bunny was the cutest.

He could watch you all day…

The way you moved was hypnotizing. Cazador loved to watch your body work him. How your thighs tremble, the muscles in your stomach contract, and the way your cunt quivers, desperately clinging to him, wanting more.

But then his gaze is drawn to your face, how you stare down at him like he was the most precious thing you've ever seen. Your plump lips spread into a wide smile, your eyes crinkle, and he could swear he saw pink hearts in those round orbs of yours.

Cazador groans, his chest rumbling, the sound vibrating deep within his throat.

The vampire lord wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through your soft locks, caress your cheek, and pull you in for a kiss. He wanted to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. Cazador wished he could touch you…

But then you're pulling the cloth from his mouth and crashing your lips against his.

His lips were cold. Like ice. But yours… yours were so warm, so soft.

Cazador didn’t waste a second, his tongue darts out, sliding between your lips, tasting every inch of you, desperate to taste your sweetness, to have a taste of something other than blood.

And you let him, until you’re pulling back for air- his sharp fangs scraping along your bottom lip, drawing a single drop of blood-

“Remove the chains.” He demands. His voice cold, sharp, and rough, like the edge of a dagger.

“As my lord wishes-~♡!” you say, giggling as you unchain him, the silver no longer burning his skin, though the wounds do still remain.

His arms immediately wrap around you, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your hips, leaving bruises in their wake.

With one swift, brutal thrust, he's got your tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat.

The vampire lord wastes no time in setting a rough, brutal pace, fucking you as if his life depended on it. Your slick mixed with his precum spills out of your abused cunt with every thrust, soiling the sheets below.

You cry out, his name a chant, a prayer, and the nails of your right hand dig into his shoulder while the left claws at his chest, “C-Caz! Ah- Caz~ I-I'm gonna cum- ah~ I'm gonna-“

His hold on your hips tightens as he pounds into you, your slick squelching obscenely before one of his hands finds your soft breasts, kneading the flesh and twisting a pert nipple between his fingers.

You scream, his name, over and over, the knot in your belly tightening until it's too much.

And when you cum, Cazador sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck- his cock bottoming out as his hot cum spurts against the entrance to your womb. The lords hips stutter, his breath catching in his throat while his tongue laps up the sweet ambrosia. Your blood was hot, almost searing as it slid down his throat- moaning the sweetest of moans against your skin.

Your vision blurs, your limbs turning to jelly. You're not sure if it's from the orgasm or the blood loss.

Either way, you feel like putty in his hands…

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more harry content please. that is all i ask.

Hi anon!! I’ve been meaning to work on some more Harry content, and this really motivated me so thank you!!! Hope you enjoy :)

Distraction

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

Tags: P in V, Praise, Unprotected Sex

Your tightly balled up fist propped your head up, forcing your gaze down at the text before you - not that you were absorbing any of the information. Truthfully, you didn't particularly mind studying when it came to certain subjects, though you were growing tired of spending your evenings begrudgingly hunched over your desk.

"Harry?" You sighed heavily, peering at the, rather sizeable, book you'd slammed down on the desk just over an hour ago, "Can you help me?"

"Sure, sweetheart." Your boyfriend mumbled from this rest upon the bed not far behind you, rustling the sheets a little as he took a stance. Suddenly, the large familiarity of his hands found your shoulders, thumb gently sweeping back and forth over your jumper. Tension unwound, your body soothed by his light touch.

"I'm so bored." A weighty exhale escaped your lips as you turned to stare up at him, desperation gleaming through your eyes.

Harry offered your shoulders a kind, soft squeeze, "I know. You've been sat here for an hour and you've hardly turned any pages."

Despite your self-awareness, you scoffed, eyes flitting to the dusty book cover as Harry suddenly flung the novel shut. You shot him a puzzled glance - although you couldn't deny the relief of a possible break.

"You're not concentrating." His lips tugged up, supporting a playful smirk, "Come on, it'll help if you have a distraction for a bit."

A sultry cloud of his breath grazed your neck, as a tempting kiss pressed to the angle of your jaw.  Your cheeks swarmed with a sudden heat, breath caught in your throat, "Harry.."

"Hm?" He mumbled, quietly satisfied as he observed your failure to follow through with whatever was to leave your lips.

Quickly, he discarded the clutter atop your desk, callous palm patting at the surface as his mouth left the crook of your neck, "On the desk."

Unable to deny what was before you, you hopped upon the - now uncluttered - table, perching yourself right at the edge.

Harry parted your legs slightly, stepping between them, your skirt naturally riding up your thighs. His hungry mouth connected with your own, bringing a newfound ferocity as your tongues collided rather immediately. You flung your vacant hands to the broad of his back, fingertips pressing against the fabric of his jumper.

His low groan seeped into the kiss, and he trailed a single hand upon the small of your back, the other snaking beneath your skirt. Heat buzzed between your legs as the familiar sensation of his touch met your panties, tracing soft circles over your clit through the damp material. You whimpered faintly against his mouth, feeling his lips curve into a satisfied smirk against yours.

Harry's fingers moved quicker, causing your body to shudder as you shattered the kiss, head falling against his shoulder.

"F-fuck.." Your hushed, sultry moan vibrated against his shoulder, endlessly fuelled by the flow of his digits.

"That's it, sweetheart." He encouraged, "Let me hear those pretty noises."

His lustful words struck your arousal, spiking it rather drastically. Harry's skilful fingertips slipped easily beneath your sodden underwear, tugging them aside, cool air hitting your bare cunt.

With a gracious chuckle, he tilted your head back from its fallen rest upon his shoulder, gaze flickering to yours, “I need to feel you."

Harry made light work of his trousers, pulling them downward, freeing his hard, bare cock with a deeply relieved groan. Craving the feel of your skin, his large hands splayed over your ass, finding a tender hold under your skirt.

"Ready, angel?" He braced, aligning his tip with your drenched, achingly unfulfilled entrance.

"Mhm.." You uttered, somewhat masking your need, fingertips digging into his back, his eyes trailing over your flushed face.

Harry eased his hard, unattended length between your legs, sliding between your slick folds, pulling an airy moan from the pair of you as he filled you.

"You feel so fucking good.." He praised with a heavy exhale, lips spilling gruff groans as your tight cunt squeezed at his cock.

His naked hips bucked against yours, tip hitting deep within your soaked pussy. His callous palms caressed your behind, the warmth of his mouth capturing the skin of your neck once more.

Your walls clenched around his length, the pulses of his tip reaching your g-spot, drawing a loud whine from your lips.

"So pretty." Harry cooed, giving your hips a motivational squeeze as he abruptly picked up the pace of his thrusts. The desk wavered slightly beneath your flushed, quickening bodies.

You couldn't help but allow your head to fall back a little, both overwhelmed and thrilled by the stimulations. Harry switched a single hand to your jaw, tipping your chin back down, forced to focus your gazes to one and other, "Eyes on me."

The intense buzz of his words lingered in your abdomen, your teeth puncturing the pillow of your lower lip.

Alternating his grasp from the tip of your chin, he returned attention to the swell of your clit. With present amusement, he applied just enough pressure where you most yearned for it. Breathy noises flooded the room, nude hips slapping against eachother, his hot breath tickling your cheeks.

“Right here, hm?” Harry smirked, heat-ridden bodies rocking together, bringing yourselves closer and closer.

“F-Fuck, yes..” You whined, back arching invitingly, a release brewing inside the both of you.

"That's it, fuck, just like that.."  He grunted, the jerking of his hips growing much lazier.

Practically melting against the work of his fingers, the sheer strength of your orgasm seized you, washing over your entirety. A breathy, passionate sound rolled off your tongue as you revelled in the climax. Tortured by the sensation of you clenching around his cock, Harry panted, sliding out as a burst of warmth painted your inner thighs.

Breathing far from steady, your glistening foreheads leant together, Harry’s lips parting to speak with a familiarly charming smile, “Better?”

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the requests/asks feature on my page - it’d be so greatly appreciated!

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pottery with abby :)

꩜ synopsis: abby takes you on a pottery date and it leads to something more..

꩜ CW: cute little date fluff , dom! abby , sub! reader , smut (men dni) , fondling , fingering , gentle! abby , pet names (mama, honey, sweetheart, etc) , no use of y/n , abby has a bulge , reader doesn't get dick (sorry lovelies) , orgasm denial , overstimulation , dacryphilia (kinda) ,

nsfw!! this is short, i'm so sorry :')

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Abby's thick, and quite thunderous, thighs are spread apart, you slotted in between them. Your back is pressed up against her chest, the only thing supporting you being a small sliver of the wooden stool you're both sitting on.

The only sound is the whirring of the pottery machine in front of you. You had bought it a few months ago, thinking it would make a cute date night for the both of you to have in your shared apartment. Of course, you were right. Though it took months to convince your girlfriend the same.

Let's just say, you weren't disappointed. It felt exactly like how it did in the movies, where your sweaty bodies were all squished up against each other. Now both of you were covered in clay from the elbows down, your fingers intertwined as you both work away at the clay.

"You're so pretty, mama." Abby says, her voice sultry as her chin rests in the crease between your neck and shoulder. You can feel her warm breath on your skin and how her hands slowly move from the clay to your arms.

"Abs... the pot." You say, trying to get her attention. Of course she ignore you, her dirty hands placing visible handprints on your clothed thighs, "Abigail Anderson! These are my favorite overalls!" You giggle and pout at the appearance of clay-handprints over the course material of the denim.

She laughs against your skin, the vibrations alone sparking a familiar heat in the pit of your stomach. She doesn't move her hands despite your objections, and even though you wanted to salvage the overalls while you still could, you couldn't deny the warmth pooling in your panties.

"Gonna' let me take care of you, baby?" She coos, pressing her rather chapped lips just below your earlobe.

You'd be an idiot to say no. So naturally, you agree, squeezing your thighs together. The entire time you could feel her packing, her bulge poking and prodding at your ass as you sat in front of her lap. You knew what her intentions are. And you loved it.

She grabs the damp rag you had set aside to clean off her hands with. She wipes them clean before her clean hands slip into the top of your overalls, teasing your stomach over your shirt.

She was teasing you, and you knew it.

"Abby..." You say breathily, taking your hands off the pot in front of you and turning the machine off. She tuts you and takes her hands out instantly, your eyebrows furrowing in disapproval.

"Don't stop making that pot. If you take your hands off, so do I." You groan just as fast as she had retracted her hands from you, earning a stifled laugh from your girlfriend behind you, "Don't be a brat. C'mon, keep going."

Desperate to satisfy the twitching in your cunt, you turn the machine back on, dipping your hands in the water to start on the pot again.

Her warm palms find your tits, kneading them as she peppers kisses on your neck, "Mmm... you're so fucking pretty." She groans again, giving your chest a firm squeeze before pushing her hand down your overalls. She can feel your moisture through your panties as her digits tease at your already sensitive bud, "This all for me?"

You nod, your hands struggling to stay steady on the clay.

Her hand snakes between your legs, her fingers rubbing circles around your pussy. You moan out loud, caught off guard by the pressure against your slick folds.

"Gonna put one in ya." She warns, giving you enough time to stop her if you wanted to. Once she realizes that you're not, she's eases one of her fingers into your hole, letting you adjust before she starts to pump in and out, "Fuck, baby, you're so tight."

You bite your lip, hands still on the clay as your legs shake.

Without another warning, she shoves another one in, the pressure only increasing. You squeak, your hands letting go of the two of you's pot. She tsks you before pulling out, pulling a gasp out of you from the sudden emptiness.

"What did I say?" She demands.

"N-not to stop with the c-clay." You babble.

"That's right." She says, "C'mon, honey, you can do it."

You both resume in your tasks, her fingers working away at your cunt, your own at the clay. Some parts of the pot were denting, but you could feel your orgasm bubbling up in your tummy again. Your eyes closed, the stimulation making them pool with tears as your walls clenched around her fingers. You were close, and Abby knew it.

"Ab— Abby-"

"I know, honey. Cum on my fingers. Let me feel you." She coos, sucking gently on your neck as your orgasm came crashing over you. You were a shaking mess, and Abby fucked you through it. Moans were heard throughout your shared apartment, your neighbors most likely fed up with how loud you always are with her.

She takes her fingers out when she's sure you're okay, drying them with the same rag from earlier. She offers you a little smile before turning back towards the pot in front of you.

She notices the little, crescent shaped nail marks in them, from your attempt to calm yourself from earlier. She laughs at the sight, kissing your cheek. "Alright, baby. Let's get this fixed, hm?"