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I got bored and started writing fanfiction and now vernon's dick doesn't work what the fuck
#yes i am sexulizing a 55 yo war criminal with erectile dysfunction#give it eight to twelve months and i might be able to finish this fic lol#roche and iorweth are 'retired' in vergen and i got bored writing the same old man smut over and over so now im making them even older#and the smut worse#if god wanna smite me now you know what fair enough
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god you just know simon likes it messy. he likes it when you're a drooling, crying mess; hiccupping once in a while because it's so hard to breathe when you're plugged with his cock. he loves holding a heavy hand on the back of your head and forcing you to stay still with his cock down your throat. you're more subdued now, used to his width, but his thighs are full of angry welts from when you were scratching him, trying to pull away. spit bubbles from the corner of your mouth where your lips are left as tight rings, swollen and bruised when simon used you like a toy, bullying all of himself in.
and thing is, he'd be so quiet throughout. ever so watching, attentive and tactile, but quiet. like a hunter stalking.
#oral fixation goes crazy#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley smut#suns#using work time and laptop for this bc fuck work. its been so much worse this week
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Watch Your Mouth
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Joel teaches you to keep quiet during sex.
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Silence kink. Size kink. Breeding kink. Age gap. Joel is a lot more experienced (!) Finger sucking. Orgasm denial. Soft dom!Joel x10000.
Word count: 1.9k
Maybe a hand was too much.
A kiss to stifle your cries, a tongue between your lips to steal any trace of a whimper before it could ever leave. Joel knew by the way your wet, pliant hole stretched wider and wider for him with each thrust that you’d eventually quiet down—but he needed silence now.
And he’d get it when he clamped his palm over your mouth. At first, your brows lifted with surprise, then pinched inward like you didn’t understand, then twitched again, involuntarily, when the head of his cock cleared a path straight toward your cervix. You whimpered into his hand and made a point to dig your heels even deeper in his back. Joel had promised he’d be better about that.
“‘M’sorry,” he mumbled.
Another stab. Another whimper, only louder this time.
“Sorry, baby, I’m—” Joel stopped to fight back a groan of his own, before pressing his palm down with even more force, “—sorry, jus’ need ya real quiet right now, okay?”
You tried to nod, but the weight and stricture of his grip were as heavy as lead against your face. Add to that the soft, sawing motions of his cock going in and out of your cunt and the nudge of his oversized tip at your cervix, and it was all you could do to just lay there and take it. Joel knew this was brand new to you—he’d been your first not too long ago and the only partner since—so he eased back and lifted his hand when you gave it a tug.
Grey stubble was already licking at the corners of your mouth with Joel’s minuscule kisses of reassurance when you giggled and squeezed him tighter between your legs:
“I’m tryin’, Joel. Really, I am,” you whispered.
“I know, sweet pea,” he whispered back, “I know.”
He took the palm he’d used to stifle your moans and smoothed it over your cheek, coming to rest at one side so he could kiss you fully. Maybe a hand was too much.
He’d inculcate restraint some other way, and if it didn’t come easy, a few more fucks on the forest floor like this one would probably do the trick. Your mouth opened up for his tongue just like your cunt would open up for more of his cum and the rest of your body would surely follow suit, learning to control the noises of pleasure as needed.
“Good girl,” Joel murmured against your lips, feeling you clench around him and expel a breath rather than whine. He withdrew himself to the tip, then plunged back in, “Such a good, perfect girl for me, ain’t ya, sweetheart?”
At length, you yelped into his mouth. You couldn’t help it. Rather than reprimand you with words or smother your lips with his palm, though, Joel kept fucking you gently.
“‘S’okay, pretty girl, it’s okay. I know that feels good.”
His mouth was next to your ear now, praises audible to no one else but you. It added a whole new dimension to your pleasure; Joel could tell from the way your walls constricted around him and choked him, sucked him in. The feeling nearly elicited a groan from his chest, but of course, he had all the resolve of a seasoned professional. Decades and decades of practice had done that for him.
“Joel,” you mewled.
Your face was screwed up in a grimace, eyes likely to be brimming with tears any second now. Joel slowed his pace once more, felt a pang of guilt for how big he felt inside you—how those decades and decades of practice set you drastically apart from each other in experience—and this time, he didn’t try to muffle your whines. He just stroked the top of your cheek with one thumb, and with the other, snaked a path between your body and his.
Admittedly, Joel was still learning about yours. He wasn’t sure if the whimpers you’d made were born wholly of pleasure or just a sense of being stretched out and filled. Because you yourself were still learning to be vocal, Joel figured he’d give the latter a stab. He started thumbing your clit in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure.
It worked, and it didn’t.
Your walls parted easily beneath the quiet ministrations of his thumb, opening yourself more to Joel’s thrusts, but they also tore a scream out of your throat—the kind that was liable to stir the leaves on every tree and alert any clicker within a two-mile radius to your presence.
The kind of outcome Joel had been trying to prevent when he’d brought you on patrol with him in the first place. The kind of sound he was trying to fuck out of your body completely; teach you to keep quiet and still for when the two of you inevitably got bored during perimeter watch and rolled the sleeping bag out to fuck.
Joel tensed above you and cast a quick look around. Sure, he’d picked a decently safe spot, but then you—
“Joel, I—”
Without thinking, the man stopped and stuck the first thing he could possibly fit in your mouth: his thumb. Whatever you’d been trying to say to him was promptly lost in a hum against his knuckle, lips enveloping the thick, callused digit like some tangy-flavored lolly. Joel’s hips sank back into yours, slowly, and he felt the reverberations of another moan spill over his finger.
He swallowed and stared. That shouldn’t have been nearly as sexy as you’d just made it seem, especially when your life and his hung in such a precarious position.
Joel dragged his cock back out and happened to graze a sensitive, spongy ridge inside you, which made you moan again. You hollowed your cheeks and gritted your teeth a bit more against his thumb, gripping Joel’s forearm for support as he continued to fuck you.
And, had you stayed like that a moment longer, you probably would’ve seen a shiny string of drool start to pool and stretch and fall out from one side of his mouth. Instead, Joel switched hands and popped the thumb that had been toying with your clit into your mouth, eyes glazed over with desire as they drank in the sight of you sucking his thumb again. The tip was still soaked with your warmth and slipped easily past your parted lips.
Another sound bubbled up your throat when you got a taste—Joel had always been in the habit of kissing you after eating you out, so you were well-acquainted with the flavor, but never had he fed you your own arousal on his finger. This felt obscene, something more than just pornographic as those deep, brown, lust-addled irises remained glued to where your lips closed around him.
“Y’like that, huh?” he said, voice reduced to a whisper once more while you nipped and suckled at the skin.
You bobbed your head to indicate yes, opened your mouth to tell him softly that you liked it so much—loved the taste and grit of his finger on your tongue, in fact. You wanted to show him you could be vocal, too, when Joel’s frame rose over yours a little more and seemed to blanket it entirely. Like he wanted to shield you, in a way.
“Shhhh, shhh…keep suckin’ like that. Stay still, okay?” Joel murmured, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that this was a test. He was nodding, rutting gently between your legs, wedging his thumb deeper inside the wet, velvety contours of your mouth and waiting for a look from you to say that you understood.
You weren’t sure if you did, but you nodded anyway. Joel’s thumb made a wonderful sort of makeshift gag as he continued to thrust inside of you, his body somehow lowering to get even closer to yours. When he’d gotten sufficiently near, he pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth—now stuffed with his thumb and leaking spit—and muttered something about how good you were for him, how nicely you fit around his cock. Then he tilted his hips and proceeded to pound you into the ground like an animal in heat. The only thing separating your ass from the patch of grass underneath it was a flimsy little blanket, and the only thing tethering you to earth, it seemed, was Joel’s cock. Your ankles locked behind his back, and his nose settled next to yours, breathing hard.
Even if he knew how to suppress his moans, the panting and strangled gasps were far beyond Joel’s control—as were the filthy, perverse words pouring out of his mouth.
“‘S’all mine, ain’t she, hon? Tell me this pussy’s mine.”
“Tell me she’s mine to fuck, stuff full’a cum, right here.”
And he gestured to the spot where your body stopped and his began, squelching noises punctuating each new thrust. Neither one of you minded the sound right now, especially when you knew where this was headed next.
Joel was grinning against your skin before he kissed it.
“She wants a baby, doesn’t she, honey? Wants me to put a baby in her and make that belly swell up pretty?”
You knew just as well as Joel that neither of you wanted children in a world like this—thoughts of breeding only occurred to you both when you were about to cum. Particularly when Joel’s thumb was slipping out of your mouth and his fingers were pinching either side of your face in a single grip, lips moving above yours. Making you meet his gaze as he squeezed your cheeks in a pout.
“You want my babies, baby?” Joel mumbled.
You felt a familiar twitch in his cock. You nodded.
Joel pinched harder and shook his head, unsatisfied.
“Say, ‘I want your babies, Joel.’”
“I want your babies, Joel.”
“Say, ‘I’ll be nice and quiet if you cum inside me.’”
“I’ll be nice and quiet if you cum inside me, please, Joel.”
Your voice was already hoarse from how low you had to whisper, how hard Joel’s broad and hefty stomach was pressing into your own, stealing the breath from your lungs and wreaking havoc on your brain as you struggled for air and imagined a world where your tummy was a little rounder. Plugged up with his cum one day and growing bigger with his child there inside you the next. The thought was dizzying in the abstract, enticing to the slightest degree in reality, and if you had to guess from the expression of the man currently sweating, grunting, and rutting into your body, you’d bet he felt the same.
It really was a shame you had to stay so quiet.
But, whether a clicker was five miles away or standing directly over his shoulder, Joel didn’t seem to care at all. Soft, silent reserve cast aside for the time being and hips slamming a bruising pace against your own, Joel seemed fine to let out sounds to show he was right about to cum. Grunts and whimpers were spilling left and right off his filthy, pretty tongue; his eyes were all but rolling back.
Truly, he couldn’t look more magnificent if he tried.
“Fuck, baby, I’m— I’m so close. Gonna fill you up.”
Featherlight clusters of soft grey hair were now darkened with sweat. They rested comfortably across his forehead. Under them, two thick brows furrowed in concentration.
“Gonna knock you up,” he added through gritted teeth.
That part was not a threat, but a promise.
You felt a tug and a pinch in your own stomach, signaling your oncoming release. You spread your legs wider for Joel, pressed a kiss to his jaw when he leaned in closer, made room for him to spill his load just how he wanted, and when it seemed he was a second from his peak—
A twig snapped nearby.
Both of you froze in place.
#JOEL MILLER TELLING ME TO SHUT MY F*CKING MOUTH MIGHT ACTUALLY HEAL ME#OR MAKE ME MUCH MUCH WORSE#POTENTIALLY#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller#joel miller tlou#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfiction#joel tlou#the last of us fic#the last of us#tlou
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baby daddy.
paige bueckers x reader
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like guys . I don’t even know what to say rn . this is PURE fucking filth like yas there is some exposition in the beginning and its dialogue heavy but like ✋✋ just know this is fucking porn . So sorry for anon if this isn’t up to par but the wormz took over my brain and this is all i have to show for it . Love u so much for the idea tho <3
ANYWAYZZZ !!!! you and paige buy a strap. filth ensues.
MAJOR 18+ WARNING!!!!
“babe.”
it’s deadpan, borderline exasperated as you turn your head, meeting a wildly unimpressed expression from paige that makes you snort out loud, hand coming up to cover your mouth.
in your girlfriends hand, dangling from her fingers, is a dildo of some sorts, shaped horrifically in the form of an anatomically incorrect fist, and it’s almost impossible to keep your surprised laughter from bubbling out, taking a step closer with a look of awe.
“dude, you’re kidding,”
“babe, why are we even here? like, deadass i have two hands and ten fingers, this is so extra.”
to be fair, she had a point— those two hands and ten fingers had never done you wrong in the slightest, but this was simply an act of impulse, deciding just that morning after you guys had spent the time with each others hands down each others pants, you’d declared in a sudden rush of post-nut clarity, that you simply had to see paige in a strap.
which, was met with a bit of intrigue and then, obviously, because paige bueckers is competitive in anything she can consider herself good at, couldn’t help but interrogate you in outright disbelief.
‘so, what i’m hearing is that i’m not enough?” it was said in the tone she uses when her sarcasm is over the top, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you, slapping her arm.
‘baby, stop being so dramatic, oh my god.”
you’d kissed her to silence her delusions as to why you’d even brought it up in the first place, before explaining ever so gently that it was never a matter of what paige couldn’t do, and more so about the capabilities of what she could do, and that you promised it would be fun.
truly, she was on board after you’d told her that for some girls it was hard to use, so that, ‘if she couldn’t handle it, she could give up’ — of course paige would never back down from a challenge.
“you do have two hands, and i love them just the same. i just wanna try it, okay? is that okay?” you say it in your quiet, softest voice, and maybe you’re kinda being a brat because you know paige could never say no to you when you talk like that, or when you walk up to her, tracing a thumb against her cheek before pulling her down to peck her nose.
it’s immediate the way she chases your lips, presses a quick one to your mouth before she’s rolling her eyes, “anything for my baby, i guess.” but, she’s smiling, and that feels like more progress than before.
in the end, you guys end up picking something pretty beginner level— it’s only six inches, has a dual ended pleasure vibrator nestled in the crotch for the one wearing it and due to paige’s prompt request, it is in fact purple, which only makes you laugh at the excited shimmy she does as you both walk out, hand in hand, the black privacy sack swinging between her fingers.
“thought you were so against the idea?” you couldn’t help but tease her once you guys are in the car, music already blasting— you know all her music without really knowing it, but it’s definitely something by brent faiyaz.
“yeah,” she shrugs, “until i thought about getting to fuck you with it.” she says coyly, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow before she’s pulling out of the lot, hand secured on your thigh.
you guys don’t really get to it that night, or the next day— instead settling for the slow, tired morning sex that you guys indulge in before her practice and then after, the languid, loving type of sex you both revel in for the evening when she’s back at the dorms.
no, for some reason, it isn’t until a week or so later that it suddenly comes up— and even then, you weren’t necessarily thinking about it too hard, not until the teams all at dinner. you, paige, KK, and aubrey all sit together, and it’s really in moments like these that you love to actually participate in conversations with the team— KK and aubrey had been one of the first to welcome you in with open arms after you and paige had begun dating, so you really felt most at ease with them, even if they could be complete idiots.
not like paige was any better.
it had started with someone making a tiktok, going around asking who they’d never let their son or daughter date— resoundingly, enough people said paige, which was both parts hilarious for you, and astounding for paige.
“bro! literally i’m like, the best girlfriend, that’s some bull.” she couldn’t help but scoff, even if she’s smiling just a little, “baby, i’m a good girlfriend, right?”
you purposely take a minute to answer, pretending to think about it until she grasps your thigh beneath the table, making you snicker as she squeezes, and suddenly, you know exactly the angle she’s playing.
“girl, i don’t trust you,“ KK snorts, making a face, “you’d probably get my kid pregnant or somethin’, like—“
KK’s words make paige snort, shrugging a bit, “shoot, i mean, no wonder they call me baby daddy.” she sticks her tongue out, entirely too immature for the setting of the restaurant, but it makes you warm all over anyway— you love her, even when she’s being childish, which is pretty much most of the time.
the conversation continues after that, and though you pay attention, laugh when it’s funny and answer when you need to, you can’t quite get that out of your head— baby daddy.
it makes you think.
it’s late by the time you guys get home, and true to paige’s fashion, the door is only shut and locked for a second before she’s behind you, pressing kisses to your neck and sliding hands up your shirt, humming quietly— “i’m a good girlfriend, yeah?”
it’s not often that paige asks for reassurance, mostly because she usually already knows, but it’s why it makes it extra special when she does.
“duh.” you whisper out, tilting your head back to grant her more access while she sneaks a hand into your jeans, forgoing the button entirely. her fingers are prodding against your clit when you let out a soft moan, your fluttering eyes only opening for half a second before they spot the black sack from across the room, your own hand gently grasping her wrist to still its movements.
“baby, why don’t we…?” your tilt your head in the direction, leaning your head sideways to try and capture her reaction.
surprisingly, she looks just as interested.
it’s comes out quietly, pressed to your temple, “get on the bed then.”
you don’t waste much time, stepping out of your jeans and your top until there’s nothing left but the black, simple thong that rests against your hips, crawling back against her purple sheets with an inquisitive look on your face while she pulled the thing from its plastic package.
“remember what you said earlier?” you say offhandedly as you watch paige’s muscles flex and tighten, looping the belt around her before she glances up at you, “which part?”
“baby daddy,” you can’t help but grin, tossing your head back against the bed, “just wanted to see how true that is.”
paige scoffs, and it’s obvious she likes that, plays into it even as she crawls onto the bed, looking down at you with a narrowed glance, “how true what is? that i could get you pregnant?”
it’s almost immediate the way your body flushes at that, the subconscious squeeze of your thighs together as you look up at her through lidded eyes, “mhm. is that bad?”
“i mean,” she’s smirking though, and her hand wraps around the strap on slowly, as if simulating it to be an extension of herself— it’s really fucking hot, “it’s sexy that you even thought about it like that,” she whispers, and you can practically see the confidence rising within her at the prospect, before her eyes flicker up at you. “wanna suck me off, ma?”
it makes something within you go haywire, and your mouth practically fills with saliva as if to prepare for it before you nod slowly, propping yourself up on your elbows before you stick your tongue out, paige’s blue orbs never leaving you for one second, before she’s sighing, hard under her breath, “fuuuck.”
she gets up on her knees, running her hands through your hair to gently guide your mouth down to the tip, her teeth teasing the bottom of her lip as you slowly slid the length into your mouth. it felt foreign, heavy on the tongue, but the texture was so lifelike, it almost felt like it was attached to paige.
“shit, baby,” she sounds out of breath as she thumbs your hair from your eyes, wanting to catch every dirty look you send up to her, mouth full and eyes watering, “god, you’re such… a slut.”
it must’ve been the strap or something, that had the endless string of dirty talk spilling from paige’s mouth, not entirely too uncommon and yet it had shifted the atmosphere completely. it felt lavacious, provocative, tantalizing even.
still, it makes the arousal pool between your legs, making you practically squeeze your thighs together again and again, chasing the feeling of some type of friction as paige pushed her hips up slightly, the tip only then touching the back of your throat and eliciting the first drop of a tear from your eye.
she notices, because she doesn’t miss a thing, and is slow as she pulls it from your mouth, eyes lingering on the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip from the tip of the strap.
she’s breathing heavy, blonde strands falling into her face, loose from the usual braid she kept her front pieces in as she grasps your jaw, “does that hurt?”
it doesn’t, but it makes you smirk that she even asks, shaking your head before you lean back now, head hitting the mattress as you open your thighs, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
“you can make it hurt,” you suggest, and paige lets out a slow exhale, a teasing grin on her smile as she grasps it by the hilt, “you’re driving me fucking crazy, y’know that?” the words are hissed down at you, spoken between her lips, chapped from how hard she’d been breathing as she rubs the tip of the now warmed, messily lubricated length against your cunt, eyes narrowed and focused as she drags it up, then down.
“you’re so wet,” it sighs out of paige as if she doesn’t even realize that she’d said it, a whine puffing past your lips involuntarily, ready to spit some type of urgency towards her, until she pushes in, finally, and you fucking gasp.
it was unlike what you’d really ever felt before— especially having never been with men or experimenting with penetration on this degree. it’s thicker than you expect, thicker than paige’s fingers combined, and your back arches upwards off the bed, right as paige grasps your hip to keep you right in place. “shh, shh— fuck, you’re so good, baby.”
“ohhh- oh fuck, paige—“ the words come out in a mess of noises, as you fling an arm over your face to try and focus on the comforting rub of paige’s thumb, the smell of her cologne, instead of the stretching, hot pressure that’s collected between your legs.
it only takes a couple moments before it doesn’t completely hurt, but the second that it does, you can finally blink your watery eyes open, letting out a soft moan at the furrowed eyebrows on paige’s face, her own lips parted as she carefully gives a shallow thrust into you, the subsequent friction of the dull, now audible buzzing of the vibrator on the other end of the dildo against her clit and it’s obvious.
it’s in the way she grunts, tongue darting out to seek attention to her bottom lip. “s’that feel good?” she’s panting already, and it makes your stomach swirl in arousal, nodding quickly as she gives another slow, but shallow thrust that sends immediate shivers up your spine, a rush of rampant pleasure up your stomach as you let out a groan, “more?”
it doesn’t take long for paige to find a rhythm— surprising considering her dancing abilities— and once she does, you can practically sense the confidence that radiates off of her. it’s in the way she wraps an arm around your thigh to hoist your leg up, higher, higher, until your cunt is on full display, and she’s leaning atop you, pressing wet kisses to your breasts as she drags her hips into you, each push making you both shudder out a moan.
“shit, baby— so fucking— so fucking wet. wan’me to fuck a baby into you, huh?” paige always has a habit of going on these fuck-drunk tangents, ones that usually send you careening over the edge in due time, but this— it makes you mewl into her ear, the thick, heavy weight of the strap punching into you, deeper than you or paige could ever reach, and it makes your hips jerk upwards, wanting more of it, all of it.
for half a second, you hoped, by some weird anatomical technique, she could get you pregnant.
“ohhh— fuck! paige, paige— pleasepleaseplease—“ what you’re begging for, even you can’t decipher, but it’s really just to make sure that she rocks into you like that again.
and she does— again and again, drool collecting in the corner of your mouth from how long your lips have been parted, and paige looks at you, delirious and flushed as she drags her thumb over your mouth, wipes away the spit and reaches between you two.
before you can figure it out, you feel her finger tracing the outside of your stretched cunt, the wetness that’s collected there as she lets out a wanton sigh, something more high pitched than what paige usually grunts out, “stretching you s’good, baby— fucking- take it, jus’ like that— fuck, wanna fuck you stupid, baby.”
it’s almost too much. your head presses hard against the comforter as paige’s hips push flush against your own, the final stab of the length being inside of you makes your head swim, your body acting upon it’s own accord as your thighs, shaking, squeeze around paige’s hips, your stomach flexing and jumping as paige gives up whatever bit of composure or control she has left, before she’s quick to fuck into you without a single strand of resistance.
it’s hot, heady, and the sweat that collects on the surface of your skin is almost like a sense of accomplishment as her face falls into your neck, your thighs pushed impossibly high to give her the best angle, as she ruts into you. the slight curve of the dildo somehow gives a direct angle to your g-spot, and it punches a shout out of you, one that’s followed with a crying whine that even you knew was bound to get you both caught.
“fffuck— shhh- shut the fuck up—“ her mouth is on your neck in an instant, other hand quick to clamp over your mouth, but the friction against paige’s clit has her bottom lip quivering, struggling to close as each of her gravelly, breathy moans launch right into your ear, and it’s clear that she’s being greedy, grinding the strap into your cunt for the effort of chasing her own high, and it’s fucking sexy.
this deep, you can almost feel the fucking vibrator, and it reduces you into nothing— fingers twine into paige’s hair, sweaty and sticky, as she fucks into you with reckless abandon, the bed frame squeaking in protest, your cunt wet enough that you can fucking hear it, can feel it drip onto the bed below, feel it coating the sheets and paige’s thighs and you think she’s about to orgasm with how quick her breath has gotten, how shaky her hips are with each incessant thrust, like an earthquake pulsing through your body and it makes you sob, because it feels so fucking good, and paige is so deep, you can feel her everywhere.
“wanna cum inside of’you— ohmyfuck- please, wanna fuck my babies into you— iloveyou, so, fucking- so fu-ucking sexy, baby, fuck.”
it’s all gibberish really, a promise that makes you turn into a pile of mush, because you can feel your cunt tighten around it— delusionally, you imagine paige can feel it too— because even her declaration of love is enough to send you flying over the edge as your legs tighten around her hips, the vibrator nestled deep against paige’s clit until she’s coming too, and it’s a glorious thing to hear— ripping from her throat in a cacophony of throaty groans and whines that mimic yours, only deeper, grittier.
she thrusts into you, sloppy and out of control until you can feel her release on your cunt, spread against your thighs, the dull vibration now pressing hot and wet against you, so much so that it makes your body flood in aftershock, pleasure wracking through you in earnest as your body twitches and jumps, every embarrassingly high pitched noise ripping from your throat, as paige’s go muddled and unintelligible against your neck.
it’s like a cathartic release of sorts, leaving you feeling boneless and jellied in the wake as you slowly return to your senses, fucked out and exhausted as you try to experimentally move your hips, but the soreness between your legs is almost unfathomable.
“shit—“ you hiss as paige finally lifts her head, her own hand slow to guide the strap from your abused cunt, and it’s clear by, not only the tired, almost loopy smirk on her face, but the redness in her eyes, the wetness coating her lashes, that she’d enjoyed herself as much as you had— and while sex between you had always been mutual, it wasn’t often you got to see her fully release like that.
“was that good, hm? did i do okay?” she’s always quick to look for approval, her hand coming up to brush the tears from your face, to pepper a light array of kisses against your lips, chapped and puffy, as you let out a tired laugh, “fucking duh, that shit was… so hot,” you trace her blonde strands, plastered to her forehead, away from her face, “don’t think i’ve ever heard you sound like that.”
it makes her cheeks red, eyes rolling with a scoff, as she lets out a quiet laugh, already trying to play it off as cocky instead of flushed, “well- yeah, ‘cause, i was watching you take my dick.” you slap her arm weakly with a snort, wincing at her usage of words, “ew, you’re so gross.”
“and you’re so pretty,” she counters, before pressing a quick kiss to your mouth.
you both don’t really try to address the fact that there was probably no way you’d both been quiet enough to not at least alert one of the girls, but you ignore it anyway.
besides, it’s only KK that ends up putting you both in a group message the next morning, sending a string of angry emojis and a text that says, ‘bye. im moving rooms’.
you both laugh, because you know she’s not, and more so, you all three know it wasn’t the first time and definitely not the last.
#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers smut#writing asf#paige bueckers#smut#wlw#still feel like i could get even worse
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Rorororo I’ve been thinking about Beel teaching MC/you/reader/whatever how to give a blowjob he’s probably not the best teacher cause he’s SO BIG but he would be sososo sweet -🍿
Nsfw!
Definitely could pick a better teacher heloshsj but you’re right Beel would try to be so sweet!!
Beel’s just a little too excited and a little too big for you, without some practice- regardless of how experienced you are-
His hand rests on the back of your head as you bob up and down, letting you get used to his cock in your mouth. He really likes when you suck on the tip and when you take him deeper into your mouth….pressing your tongue against the veins along the underside-
“That’s it, cupcake…..doin’ so good.” he tries adding soft praise!!! Because he loves watching you react, trying to push yourself to take him better!!- The room is filled with Beel’s soft moans and the sounds of you gagging when you get a little too ambitious and he hits the back of your throat.
You try a few different things, tongue swirling awkwardly around his tip and back down as far as you can.
Beel’s fingers still tangled in your hair, and he pushes you down just a bit more to try and get you to take him a little further, listening to you gag with a small smirk on his face…he’s not trying to be mean!!! You’re just too fuckin’ sexy like this~
Beel never knew watching someone struggle to take his cock down their throat for the first time would be such a turn on for him! Watching your drool run down his cock coving what you can’t fit in your mouth yet….mix that with the way you struggle to swallow around him makes him throb and buck his hips up, making you whine around his cock, as tears fill your eyes- “F-fuck, feels s’good.”
your jaw is so sore and even with Beelz praise you still feel like you haven’t really done enough yet!!
Beel loosens his grip letting you pull back to breathe for a second, before you’re leaning forward again licking up the beads of pre-cum leaking out of his tip before trying to take him all the way down your throat again. As soon as he hits the back of your throat, you’re gagging but force yourself to relax and feel him push a little deeper down your throat, and Beel moans so deep in his throat it’s almost a growl.
Tightening his fingers in your hair, groaning out, “Do that again.” so you repeat the action-
Pulling almost all the way off and taking him back down your throat, trying not to jerk away when you feel him twitch in your mouth, ropes of cum sliding down your throat….
Letting go of your hair and patting your head almost sheepishly, as he lets you pull away Beel asks “Wanna practice again tomorrow?”
#🍿 anon!#1 am thots~#somebody tell me if these one am ramblings are getting worse jsjsjsjjs#cuz really it’s just me typin’ words and hoping it’ll make sense 🤠#obey me!#obey me x reader#obey me smut#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel x reader#obey me beel x chubby reader#obey me x reader smut#om! smut#om! beelzebub#om! x reader#x reader#smut#om!#beelzebub x reader#x reader smut
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☆pinned
i loved writing this + short requests (3) r open while i write for a multicharater piece :3
sea god!nanami who falls in love at first sight with a fresh water nymph. nanami was always a serious and stoic god compared to his counterparts. he was a man driven by his obligations, even if he had a disdain for overworking himself.
but that all subsided once he met you by the beach. sea god!nanami was surveying the coast near his temple where he saw a fresh body of water falling from a cliff and streaming down the sand to meet his salty domain. you lead wild horses to a small bank forming on this little river for them to quench their thirst.
but sea god!nanami was left to admire your beauty in his mind as he spooked you away with his presence. resting on his temple he couldn't help but reminisce the silky wet robes hugging your body as the sun began to set. your damp, braided hair moving along the wind and your gentle gaze towards the horses you were tending.
but what sea god!nanami could not flick off his mind was the terror in your eyes once your gaze fixed on him. dropping the water you were supplying to a little foal and running towards the waterfall, completely disappearing afterwards.
so sea god!nanami took it upon himself to change the first impression you had of him. every moment before sunset, he would walk up to the waterfall and leave shells and pearls for you to take. remaining there until the stars appeared or moon rose for you to know that it was him that brought these little trinkets.
and sea god!nanami was well aware of nymphs love for trinkets. so he knew he had partially won you over when one day a single polished red rock appeared where he'd placed his shells, sea glass or anything lost he found at high sea. he even snuck some of his temple offerings at the waterfall for you to have. and so on, he kept every rock and flower you placed for him to keep.
and every single visit was worth while because as sea god!nanami stepped out of the waves to offer you a starfish shaped hairpin from a nearby ship wreak, you were there. sitting at the usual rock nanami sat at and place trinkets by the waterfalls side, seemingly waiting.
"blond man!" nanami gasped a chuckle as he stepped closer. the cold fresh water telling him that this moment was real, "what were you doing in the ocean? you could've drowned!"
the god could no longer hold a straight face, his smile beamed and a deep but audible laugh sang along the crashing of water, "i am serious, did you give the god a prayer before going in and taking what's his? they say he's quite the-"
but you understood, the second he was mere steps near you, his divinity could not be unnoticed by this proximity, "m-my lord!"
you sunk to the ground, your knees dug deep and your head hung low, low enough for your nose to touch the rough sand, "forgive my impudence and recklessness...i-if i had known!"
sea god!nanami noticed the tremble in your voice, however, he was left quite puzzled, "you're a god too, you do not have to grovel for me."
"oh! how could i-," you jolted your head up, meeting his at your level. your liquid heart began to boil out, such a divine and handsome face! you were quick to distance yourself, "dear forgive me. i have been nothing but insolent! i thought you might have been one of his sons. but it was the lord himself!"
nanami stood, perplexed there was an idea of him like that, "come."
he extended his hand towards you, reluctantly, you agreed. now, you could see this god in all his essence. and his touch was as smooth as the rocks you brought him, and thinking about giving rocks to a literal god made your head recoil in self hatred.
but that thought was overshadowed by the gentle caress of sea god!nanami, who began to wipe off the residues of sand on your nose with his thumb. rushing to shelter your nose as he finishes he continues, "i thought of you when i picked this hairpin, do you want to know where i got it?"
his voice was neat as he lead you back with his arm around you to your special spot, "i would love to!"
signed by naoyoki
#❪ 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐈★𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ❫#꒰ᐢ. ˕ .ᐢ꒱#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk smut#jjk x y/n#jjk x fem!reader#jjk nanami#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento#nanami fluff#anime fluff#nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x y/n#kento nanami#kento x reader#kento x you#jujutsu kaisen x female reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen fic#yall put smut in the fluff tags so im going to do you people worse#nanami smut
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My wife @aorryn47 is reading Kushiel’s Chosen right now. For any unaware the series follows a courtesan/spy and her adventures and it’s very spicy with lots of sex scenes.
As my wife and I have embarked on book writing and two smut scenes currently exist my wife and I are needing to find acceptable words for various genitalia.
“Cock” is my favorite for penis, “phallus” is both of our least favorite. Vagina and labia are trickier as there just isn’t a very good stand in. “Folds” is okay, “clit” is fine, “pussy” made my wife laugh themself sick when I gave up on finding a nicer word.
But my wife has very strong feelings about what they feel the worst option is.
Today I got sent this
#ramblies#funny#smut#smut words#nothing could ever be worse than ball snot#I don’t personally mind nether lips at all but my wife is adamant
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doing another bfm abby drabble because i said so…inspired by this twitter video (18+ minors DNI)
okay so imagine spending the night with boyfriend’s mom!abby at her house and she decides to use a toy on you for the first time…but not only that, she would also be just a little more dominant with you too.
you’d be sitting on the edge of her bed, in that same exact spot where she ate you out not that long ago without her son knowing, watching her rummage through her bedside drawer and picking out a hot pink wand to use on you.
she’d then approach back to where you were and kneel down in front of you. you’d instantly spread your legs out, revealing your wet pussy to her. you hear the clicking sound of the wand, followed by a buzzing noise, and she immediately places it right over your clit to start you off.
it’d be less than 30 seconds with that wand on your pussy and your legs would already be trembling. you want to close them so bad, but the sensation of the wand feels so good that you just can’t do it. it then becomes more difficult once abby increases the setting. more moans and whines escape from your mouth as you squirm on the edge of the bed.
you hear her call out your name, and you try to focus your attention on her. “do you like it, sweetheart?” she asks, receiving a whiny nod from you in response. abby then begins to vertically rub the wand in between your puffy folds, spreading your arousal all over your pussy as she continues to talk to you. “why don’t you tell me how much you like it? do you like it?”
“y-yeah…”
“how much?”
“a lot…”
“good girl.”
abby increases the setting again, and you start to lose the sense to even form a coherent sentence, now letting out a bunch of babbles and whines to her. the stimulation feels too intense on your clit, giving you the need to grab the wand out of her hands. abby notices and moves the wand away from you, now pressing it harder down onto your clit as punishment. “keep your hands to yourself…” she warns.
you ball your hands up into fists, whining in frustration as you try to hold back. as much as you were trying to resist it, the fact that abby was increasing the pressure bit by bit was making it more difficult for you. “ah, f-fuck…” you whine out, your hands peeking out in between your legs to try to grab at the wand again. once again, abby looks up at you and moves the wand away before giving you a final warning:
“i said keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart…or i might not let you cum at all tonight.”
so yeah anyways…bfm abby supremacy 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
#abby anderson#boyfriend’s mom!abby#this drabble was worse than the last one tbh#i still love milfs though#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby the last of us 2#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson tlou#abby x reader smut#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson the last of us 2#abby anderson the last of us#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson fanfiction#the last of us#the last of us x reader#the last of us part 2#the last of us drabble#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us smut
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Never underestimate how BAD I need this fucker
#the misogynist is INFESTING my brain#tossing out my self respect for this man#I don't want to change him#I WANT HIM TO BE WORSE#jjk naoya#naoya zenin#naoya smut#naoya x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk fanart#art wip#zenin naoya
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just a little something for those who know sukuna would drop to his knees and be totally smitten with us (because obviously, it's true)
— ★ contents: trueform!sukuna, fem!bodied reader, oral (fem. receiving), fingering mention, multiple tongue mention, established relationship, marking, possessiveness. MDNI 18+ ONLY | masterlist | byf/dni
It’s a shame that no one ever sees this side of the King of Curses.
To the world, he’s a figure who delights in the fear he instills, making a mockery of those who hold their heads too high, yet here he ironically is, setting a fine example with his head bowed low, nestled between your legs.
He moves his tongue with precision, diligently lapping up every drop of your essence as his nose grazes the hood of your clit— and his grunts vibrate against your core, sending tremors through your body. When his half-lidded eyes finally lock with yours, they’re filled with a potent mix of adoration and lust— a sight so tender it almost feels forbidden. In this moment, you’re grateful this isn’t the man the world fears.
You shudder as his grip on your thighs tightens, holding you in place with not one but two pairs of large, powerful hands. It’s during times like this that he often forgets your fragility, his nails digging into your skin and leaving marks. But it was his way of claiming you, reminding you that you belong to him just as much as he does to you.
Sukuna used to sneer at the idea of love, calling it worthless. But right now he pours every ounce of himself into pleasing you. His thick fingers move inside you with practised ease while his tongues work their magic over any spot you crave. Your cries are the music he lives for and there’s nothing he won’t do to draw them out of you.
With your fingers tangled in his hair, you lift his head just enough to see his face, “Sukuna, is this how you show you love me?” You ask, soft but sincere.
He smirks, something wicked and possessive glinting in his eyes, “Do you doubt it? Or should I stop and leave you wanting?”
“Don’t you dare,” you breathe.
His smirk deepens as he dives back in, determined to take everything you have to offer. Ryomen Sukuna, who once saw love as a weakness, is now lost in you. And he won’t stop until you’re a quivering, spent mess, completely undone by the pleasure he pulls from you.
As you teeter on the edge, you know that to him you’re worth more than anything— worth everything.
© 2024 grimmweepers — do not repost, copy, translate, modify my work on any platform
divider by @/chachachannah
#☾ grimmweepers#if this sounds a little familiar i actually posted a shitter version of this back in 2021 on my old blog hisvillainess#that account bit the dust and i’d like to think i’ve improved enough to come back#3 years later and my feelings for sukuna are still strong.. if not worse#jjk smut#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#sukuna ryomen smut#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen x you#jjk drabbles#sukuna drabble#soft sukuna
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all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.
Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈
But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.
"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."
His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.
"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"
He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."
Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.
"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.
"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.
He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.
"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.
You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.
He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.
Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.
He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.
It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#anon#needy!bucky#bucky barnes x reader smut#sub!bucky#bucky barnes smut#subby!bucky#this should technically belong to the shs series#but it fit this prompt too well so I'm using it here#I make the rules 😇#but that 'thank you' nearly killed me#I've noticed this week that my beige flag is that I get so frustrated when people make assumptions about my capacity#I hate when people say stuff like 'how's the new job? you must be really stressed'#or worse 'things must be getting on top of you'#like ???#why would you assume I can't handle what I put on my own plate?#I know people mean well but it really bothers me
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one thing about stiles is that he absolutely cannot stay quiet when he cums, even if it’s in the worst situation possible. he could be home alone, or it could be late at night— either way, he’s jerking off to the explicit picture you sent him last week that he still has yet to get over. he can’t muffle any soft grunts or hums even when his mouth is closed. especially not when you’re letting him fuck you. his intentions when resting on top of you were innocent, perfectly content with being your weighted blanket. but something quite literally rubbed him the wrong way, and you felt it moments later. how could you say no to some not-so-innocent cockwarming? after all, Noah was in the dining room mulling over another case of a slashed-up body in the woods. clothes weren’t removed, just adjusted to allow his cock to slip out of his plaid sweatpants and into the small gap you left him between your drawn-down waistband and your cunt. it truly didn’t take long for vibrations of lost hums and whimpers to be felt against your neck as he allowed his hips to work lazily; his cock sliding in and out easily thanks to your building wetness. you really didn’t expect or want more from him, you just wanted him to please himself as you relished in his struggles to stay silent.
it was hard to keep stiles quiet, especially with the way the house fell silent after his dad drank himself to sleep, and there was no absent-minded muttering and mumbling to drown of the echoes of stiles’s growing whines. it was even harder when you felt warmth spill inside you and his hips still twitched as if one orgasm wasn’t enough. he was doing it to himself. grateful praises and broken whimpers tumbled from his lips that languidly tried attaching to your neck, and you didn’t even attempt to quiet him down. it would’ve been a futile effort anyway, especially with the way he absently began spewing mumbled begs against your neck to just let him be loud— to let him have his moment to openly relish in the feeling of you. and who were you to say no to your boy who took it upon himself to overwork his recently neglected body?
#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski smut#stiles’!world#long time no see ehh?#eyeee think my writing has gotten worse#it’s the shitty wattpad fiction I’m tell you#that and I haven’t written in so long#I practically forgot how to be descriptive so that my writing it pretty#IM SORRY FOR BEING GONE#teen wolf#dylan obrien#stiles stilinski teenwolf#stiles smut#stiles stilinski x you
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toji will argue with the fact that he has the sexiest girlfriend in this planet and he would die fighting for that truth. and he doesn’t mind showing it off to people. whether it’d be by words or visuals.
he loves to tell his friends about how flexible you are when it comes to fucking, how you like it when he cums all over your tits, how skilled your tongue is when it comes to sucking him off.
he has no shame in it.
“look straight to the camera, baby—there we go—gooood girl” he instructs as he takes the picture of you kneeling between his knees. delicate hand wrapped around his hard mid shaft with your warm mouth engulfing him.
his cock twitches when your glossy eyes dart towards the lenses, even more when you decide to smile. the sight just makes his stomach twirl and his cum threatening to spill all over your pretty face,
can you blame him though?
“s-shit” he grunts when you decide to lull your tongue out, showing him the metal piercing right in the middle before the cold jewelry makes a contact with his sensitive tip. “insane. you’re driving me fucking insane, baby—god damn”
he takes another shot at that before hearing you giggle, finger swiping the pre cum that’s decorating your lower lip. “what other positions you want me to do next, papi?”
toji groans at that, head thrown back along with his eyes. “don’t do that—you know what it does to me”
“hm? that is?” you tease, head tilting to the right and nearly squeal when his hand spanks your ass as a warning,
“good girls don’t tease—turn around for me” he directs, finger twirling in circular motion as he smirks deviously , watching you obey him just like that.
toji nearly lets out an animalistic groan when you turn your back to him, sitting on your knees before leaning forward a bit,
and he doesn’t play when he says he’s got the sexiest girlfriend in the world. because with an ass like that, who could even compete?
“shit—look at that” he grabs a handful of your ass after setting the camera to his side. squeezing each one at a time and he swears he feels like the heaven just came straight to him. “and some people say tits are better than ass”
“baby!” you playfully scold with a small giggle, looking over your shoulder to see your boyfriend playing with your ass like his life depends on it. you could even see the lusty look in his eyes. “sometimes i do wonder if you’re with me for me or my butt”
“i’m with you for all of it, sweetheart” he winks at you, pressing a chaste kiss on one of the cheek before grabbing his camera back, angling it directly towards the plump flesh. “hold still, pretty—i gotta take lots of it—should we send these to your punk of an ex?”
you gasp at the question, eyes lighting up. “oh! baby, that’s a great idea! but wouldn’t it be better if you had your cock in me when i ride you in reverse? we can even send videos even!”
his eyebrow quirks at your thought, chuckling by his girlfriend dirty suggestion before his large hand comes up to wrap his cock and pumping it a bit. sliding the tip up and down your wet hole making you close your eyes in pure bliss,
“want me to send the pictures like this?” he rasps watching you nod and squirm because of it.
“hmm, but let me do the work, baby. you just gotta take the pictures, yeah?” you smile through bitten lip, removing his hand off and replacing it with yours before guiding the tip in. “i’ll ride you real good, daddy”
toji moans when you sink yourself down on his cock, feeling your wet velvet walls hugging it tight as his fingertips digging onto the skin of your hips,
he tosses the camera away to the edge of the bed the moment you start picking up the pace, thinking that he could record that shit later. it’s not like both of you couldn’t go for more than three rounds.
“my dirty dirty girl—fuck”
#idk what this is lmao#but i know I’ve written miguel already so why not toji?#i would say that my dirty writings had gotten chronically worse as times go by#let me fuck someone later on so i can use the sex for plot reference#toji zenin#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro
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Giving submissive Lucifer a pussy job he’d be a bit whiny ‘cause you won’t actually let him fuck you 😇
Nsfw!
An attempt was made- I swear, I tried!! I’ve gotta practice writing for sub!characters more skhsjsh
Lucifer hates this- he just wants to be inside you, he’s earned it. He did all his work for the day and yet you want to tease him. and he lets you, because he wants to be your good boy~
His hands twitching at his sides, wanting to grab your hips and push you down -but he doesn’t- he lets you straddle his lap and do as you please, teasing him rubbing your cunt across his cock..
If you really want to rile Lucifer up even more whisper sweet praise in his ear, tell him how how good his cock feels sliding so perfectly against your wet pussy……he’s on edge already, soft whimpered pleas mixed with your name falling from his lip. damnit he wants to be inside you. “M-master, please, please n-need to feel you…” “you already are.” you reply with a smirk, his whimpers turning into a choked moan when your clit rubs against the throbbing tip of his cock.
He tosses his head back and it hits the headboard with a dull thud ‘n shot of pain but Lucifer doesn’t care. Not when you roll your hips against his again, rubbing over his cock just right, the feeling of his cock twitching and covered in your slick just feels too good.
“nhg, fuck- c-close!” he covers his face with one arm, trying so hard to hide from you and muffle the sweet moans slipping from his lips as you grind your hips faster, your slick now covering his legs too.
Lucifer’s moans get louder and he begs you for more!!- Friction, praise, it doesn’t matter he just needs wants more! and you give it to him until you feel his cock twitching and his warm, sticky, cum covering your cunt-
His breaths are uneven, whimpering at the sensitivity while you still glide against him. “N-no not again please…” it’s barely a whisper, tears brimming in his eyes, as you slow down and sit on his cock. “Aww but you did so good! My good boy~ How about a little break and then we can have more fun?” you coo in his ear, pressing soft kisses down his neck to his chest….Lucifer finds himself nodding along mindlessly.
He’ll do whatever you want as long as you’ll call him your good boy again <3
#…….we’re calling this practice 🙏 cuz ik it’s not very good hdjshdj#but it’s also me rambling so it could be worse 🤠#1 am thots~#obey me!#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me lucifer#obey me smut#x reader#lucifer x reader#lucifer x reader smut#om!#om! smut#luci <333#smut#x reader smut#lucifer x you#obey me lucifer x you#obey me
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mdni; tw non con/dub con; fem!reader
thinking about peacekeeper coryo who’s got his pretty district girl in his bed and he wakes up, hard, needy and he swore to you he wouldn’t touch you in your sleep, but you both knew that was a lie. He can’t help himself, he needs to stuff his cock in you. He’s obsessed with your cunt, and he believes it to be his no matter what you say, no matter where you are, if he needs it, he’ll take it. He ruts into you from behind while you’re sleeping, waiting for the moment you slowly wake up and whine at the stretch his dick is causing, digging your nails into his thighs, and begging him to slow down cause despite his own sleepiness, he’s pounding into you until you can only be a blabbering mess on his cock, crying for his cum, letting your body relax to the half asleep state and taking him.
#late night thoughts#okay#is the vision there#this isn’t written well but I needed to get the thought out#it could be worse probably like filthier#and im going crazy cause maybe im insane#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow#tw dubcon#tw noncon#cw noncon#cw dubcon#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow blurb#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow x female!reader
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#— ˚୨୧⋆。 eves journal#worse.#tlou2#tlou#ellie tlou#tlou fanfiction#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie and dina#ellie williams smut#ellie willams x reader#the last of us#arcane#arcane netflix#vi arcane#violet arcane#arcane smut#vi and caitlyn#caitlyn arcane#caitvi#vi x caitlyn#league of legends caitlyn#wlw#wlw smut#wlw post#wlw blog#lesbian
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