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[vanillarosekiss]

how olderbf!simon would treat you during sex…

warnings: heavy smut with no plot, afab!reader x simon, praise, unprotected sex, MDNI

word count: 0.3k

Thighs spread open as wide as possible to Simon’s request, he held you locked in a mating press, bullying his thick cock into your pretty pussy whilst continuing to praise you as you moaned for him.

“Pretty girl, so good for me” he said, hitting your g-spot over and over again, relentlessly.

“Si.. ” is all you managed to say before he slammed his hips into yours again, making you moan even louder.

“Shh baby, relax. I’ve got you” he reassured you, his hand stroking your cheek as he leant down to save you with a sweet kiss, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit gently as he slowed his pace.

Your hips instinctively bucked upwards as he added more pressure to your sensitive clit, his mouth moving to your neck to continue giving you little kisses.

“Si it’s too much!” you cry, beginning to feel your climax approaching.

“You’re doing so well baby, you can take it” he replies, ignoring your protests.

“I can’t, Simon- I can’t..” you mumble between gasps and moans, his pace starting to fasten and his hands leaving your clit alone now. You shift your hips up, hoping for any type of friction against your nub due to the sudden loss making it feel unbearable. As Simon’s dick buries deeper in you, your walls squeezing tight around him, his neatly trimmed lower pelvis brushed against your clit, giving you slight solace.

“My gorgeous girl, you’re so close” he grunts slightly, his breathing rapid due to his pace.

You feel your stomach turn in delight as you come, walls gummy and tightening around Simon’s cock.

“Simon!” you exclaim his name loudly as you finish around him.

He doesn’t reply, too focused on reaching his own climax now that he’d taken care of his baby.

You feel his dick twitch inside you as his hot spurts of cum paint your walls white. His head tips back as he reaches his peak, groaning through his orgasm whilst his legs buck around your hips.

[zevrra]

“ugh jayce…” you whisper, nails digging into his massive biceps. you stare down where your bodies touch, panting as quietly as you can while your need grows. “you’re going to be late...you have a speech to give, remember?” you rasp.

the two of you are hidden, somewhere off in a dark corner; out of sight, out of mind. jayce crowds over you, his elbow digs into the wall behind your head as it holds most of his weight up while his other hand preoccupies itself with stroking his aching cock. his fingers wrap around the thick base, hurriedly rushing to the tip in eager succession as he tries to finish as quickly as he can. he pants hot and heavy, eyes half closed in concentration as he stares at what he gets off too.

you had worn pretty panties for the first time ever and when jayce noticed this, thanks to you teasing him for far too long, he had to do something about it. wouldn’t be able to calm down before his speech to the council unless he got this out of his system first. his breathing is ragged, biting his bottom lip as he tries to keep his voice down as he jerks himself off. the head of his cock just barely presses into the curve of your cunt, rubbing right up against the fabric of your panties while managing to bump against your clit.

“fuck,” jayce whispers, ending in a soft and shallow groan when his hand reaches his tip. “I’m almost there. just a sec.” he adds in that same fluttery, soft tone; his hand picking up speed.

you’re tasked with holding your skirt up, allowing him to deprave you. to make a total mess out of you. and it’s working all too well. he hasn’t even touched you, besides the occasional brush of his head, and yet, you’re absolutely soaking wet. could feel your cunt dripping onto those pretty little underwear you wore. and if not for his meeting, you’re almost 100% sure you would’ve taken him inside right then and there, no questions asked.

jayce grunts, hunching over with his impending orgasm. “i’m…going to ruin them.” he whispers; his mouth pressing against your ear, breathing hot and placing a brief kiss.

as if you cared at all about the underwear.

jayce fixates his gaze once more onto where your bodies meet. stifling his moans with a bite of his tongue as his orgasm takes over him. he grunts through the beginning of his climax, continuing to fuck into his fist, as he begins to paint the outside of your pretty panties white. and as he’s nearing his end, his arm comes down to meet into the space between your bodies. where he proceeds to yank your underwear to the side, slotting his cock snuggly up against your drenched pussy. he cums along the length of your cunt twice, knowing it would stick and stain the inside of your underwear, and your cunt, as well.

you moan at the feeling but quickly smack your hand over your mouth to stifle any other forms of cries or sobs from slipping out. your own gaze watches where jayce ruts against your core, smearing your slick and his cum along every inch of his shaft. and he doesn’t stop moving until he’s entirely spent. where he then uses your panties to clean the rest of himself off before sliding them back into place; totally and effortlessly, ruining the panties but forcing you to wear your mess and his.

“after my speech,” jayce whispers, placing a kiss against your temple this time. “meet me at the lab.” and with that, he’s tucking himself back in, slipping his pants back on, satisfied, and heading off to give his speech.

he doesn’t even wait for you to answer…as if he needed one.

you lower your skirt, entirely a mess now, smiling like a fool as you wait a few minutes after jayce; before making your way to watch his speech. oh, you were absolutely going to meet him in that lab later.

[2kiran]

absolutely obsessed with the way you write sub!könig 😣 i was hoping to request sub!könig x dom!male!reader where the reader has a breeding kink and a big dick <3 + praise maybeee..? up to you !! thank you if you end up writing this <33

COLONEL KÖNIG 香菸 ── `` top m reader w, a big dick. breeding + praise kink. italicized words are in german.

“fuck, aahhng, s–sweetheart!” könig gasps, muscles spasming and visibly sensitive to the sensation of your thick cock. his legs subconsciously wrap themselves around your waist, holding you in place. one of his hands is planted over his eyes, attempting to hide himself in a futile distraction from the painful pleasure.

he’s finally managed to take in half, entrance struggling to accommodate the width even now; your release from earlier leaking down to your shaft. “you’re so beautiful like this, takin’ all of me.”

he sniffles, the other hand clawing into the material of the couch. “i can’t t-take it anymore. too big—” a sheen of sweat was built atop his skin. “yes, you can. doin’ so good, there you are, c’mon,” when you deliver a particularly harsh thrust with a soft grunt, your words are properly punctuated enough to numb his brain.

“nngh– yes, y-yes, feels so...” könig trails off into a whimper, greedily rocking back. he was squeezing you so well, hole an aphrodisiac strong enough to make you an addict. könig abruptly forces himself down to take in more of you, your dick responding with a twitch and teeth gritting with a grunt.

“so, so big, my love, i’m gonna break—” könig’s voice shifts into a half-mutter, half-broken cry. “taught you well, pretty,” you praise, slamming your hips upwards when you feel him ease. his own dick is a mess, trails of cum from prior unexpected orgasms beginning to adorn his skin. it takes every ounce of willpower not to continue fucking him until it somehow takes.

his back arches, combined lube and spend dripping down the length of your cock from his entrance. he swears he can feel you in his throat, not an inch of his insides untouched by you. “pretty little thing’s sucking me in.. gonna let me cum in you again? shit, he’s practically beggin’ me for it,” könig whines in humiliation from the way you refer to his stretched hole like that, but he dumbly nods his head and you’re certain he isn’t far off either.

“yes, yes, thank you, i need it.” the tip abused his prostrate with every push, sparks of blinding pleasure traveling up his spine. könig’s body jolting as he finished again, thick ropes spurting out only to land on your stomach.

the sudden clenching of his warm hole drags out your own climax, filling him to the brink as his thighs twitch. it leaks out and you pull out — just to slam inside again. you have to press your hand on his chest to keep him down, receiving a sweet, sweet cry out of the man below you. he lets you, simply taking it as you gently roll your hips into him.

one thing about the cocky colonel? he knew how to be a good boy.

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[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Dom!Eddie Munson x Reader

Includes: oral & vaginal sex, cum play, spanking, somnophilia, Eddie comes on Reader’s bush, thigh riding, & a bit of degradation

Eddie’s voice is calm, as if pinning you against his lap is an effortless action. For him, it probably is. “You can squirm around all you want,” he murmurs. “I’m not lettin’ go of you anytime soon...”

You believe him. There are few things stronger than Eddie’s grip, except maybe his love for you.

The steady blur of interstate traffic rumbles outside the motel window. Eddie brought you here as a little treat. It’s nothing fancy; nothing ever is with Eddie. He’s a simple man. He knew how much you needed a change of scenery, even if it’s just a few nights staying in a cheap hotel on the other side of the highway. It’s easy to please you, Eddie has learned. The only thing you really want from him, he gives in abundance: his love. Apart from that, everything else is just material, superficial. Not having expensive things like designer clothes and jewelry doesn’t bother you, especially since when you’re with Eddie, you’re usually naked anyway...

He bounces his knee, and you along with it. Eddie won’t let you sit on his cock, not yet…not when you make such pretty sounds on his lap like this, your naked cunt spreading a little damp patch on his thigh. Eddie gives you his cock as a reward; you’ll have to earn it. And the way to earn Eddie’s cock is to show him what a good girl you can be by controlling yourself and not disobeying him by coming on his lap. Tonight, you’re only allowed to come on his cock.

Your eyes shift to Eddie’s erection, where it rests against his other thigh. He’s hard as a rock, leaking precum onto the hair covering his leg, his cock rising now and then as it pulses. You bury your face again in the safe space of Eddie’s neck, your lips parting to taste his skin. His big hand presses against the small of your back, holding you in place as he gently rocks you forward and back on his knee. You coo against his neck, soft little sounds that force Eddie to touch himself. His eyes close in pleasure as he strokes himself, three slow pumps from his base to his tip, but no more than that. Eddie isn’t just edging himself; he’s saving his cum for you.

He tilts his head to yours, nuzzling your cheek. “How bad do you need it?” Eddie asks, his breath soft and warm against your ear. He lets go of his cock and brings his hand to your lips, feeding you the slippery precum collected on his fingertips. You moan around his touch, sucking the pearly liquid off his skin. One finger isn’t enough, Eddie decides. He needs to see your mouth full, just like it is when his cock is buried inside it. Eddie presses a second finger between your lips, and then a third, feeling the pad of your tongue curve as you’re forced to make room for him, the softness of your inner cheeks spread by his fingers.

Being so full of Eddie in this way reminds you of his cock, and you begin to feel your self control faltering. You know you’re not supposed to come yet, and you’re trying hard not to, honestly…But it feels too good on Eddie’s lap, your pussy weeping gently onto his thigh, his fingers pumping shallow thrusts between your lips as you suck them, wishing they were his cock…

You grind down against Eddie’s thigh, scooting back and forth at a deliberate pace. Eddie knows that you’re trying to come, and he won’t stop you, even though it’s ‘against the rules.’ He knows you’re well aware of what awaits your disobedience.

You come on Eddie’s thigh, whimpering and gurgling around his fingers, your body trembling in his arms. He lets you finish, then spanks your ass hard, once. “Did I say you were allowed to come?” Eddie asks, his tone full of authority. Your voice is breathy and strained as you drift down from your climax. “N-no Eddie, I’m sorry-.”

He spanks you again, harder than the first time. You wince, giggling immediately after the sting subsides.

*spank!* You bite your lip, stifling another giggle. “Somethin’ funny?” Eddie growls. “You think making a mess all over my lap is something to laugh about? Answer me-.”

*spank!*

“Mm-no, I d-don’t,” you reply, your brain fuzzy and stupid. “Just feels so good when you hurt me; can’t help but smile about it…”

“Hmm,” Eddie nods. He lifts you off his lap, placing you on the floor between his knees. He pats his thigh, the sound of your wetness audible. “Go on,” Eddie gently commands. “Clean up your mess, and if you do a good job, maybe I’ll let you sit on my cock...”

You release your lip from between your teeth, scooting forward slightly so your head is suspended over Eddie’s thigh. You place your lips to his skin, kissing and sucking at the moisture your orgasm left there. Eddie clutches your hair inside his fist. He presses your face into his leg, smearing your nose and lips with your own cum. “Gotta treat y’like a fuckin’ dog, don’t I honey?” Eddie muses. “Have to rub your face in your mess just to teach you a lesson…”

Eddie guides your head sideways and places your face against the underside of his balls. You continue to lick and suck; Eddie’s cock bobs against your nose and forehead. “Open your mouth wider,” Eddie says, and you oblige. With his hand still bunched in your hair, Eddie eases his balls inside your mouth, as much as you can take, anyway. “Stay still,” he instructs, spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his cock. “Keep my balls warm for me while I stroke it.”

You feel Eddie’s fist moving above you, pumping along his shaft. Drops of precum land on your forehead and in your hair as he fucks himself. You stay on your knees dutifully, holding as much of Eddie’s balls in your mouth as you can fit, while he masturbates above you. After a few minutes, Eddie can tell he’s getting close. His voice is huskier when he speaks, his breath shallow, needy. “You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he praises. “Go ahead and climb back up on my lap, angel.”

You spread your legs around Eddie’s waist, sinking onto his cock. His chest dips in a deep exhale of relief, of gratitude, as your pillowy walls hug his cock in a perfect fit. You hum softly against Eddie’s neck, little tears forming in your eyes because the sensation of him filling you after you already came so hard is overwhelming. You’re sleepy and horny all at once, snuggled in Eddie’s arms, cuddled from the inside out as he bucks you gently on his lap. He holds you tightly, knowing how sleepy and needy you are. “You can relax baby,” Eddie murmurs at your ear. “I’ll do all the work from here on, alright?”

A happy little tear drips down your cheek and lands on Eddie’s shoulder. You nuzzle against his neck, feeling sleepier and sleepier by the second. Eddie humps up into you gently, tenderly, letting you fall asleep in his arms. When he realizes you’ve drifted off, he carefully hoists you up, carrying you to the bed with his cock still nestled inside you.

He lowers you onto the mattress, your body limp and pliant beneath his, a contented smile on your face as you softly dream. Eddie hovers over you, admiring the beautiful angel in his arms, pressing kisses to your cheeks, your neck, your breasts. He strokes your hair, fanned out across the pillow, his cock pulsing deep inside you. Eddie knows he’s going to come any second. He’s afraid he’ll disturb your sleep if he finishes inside you, so very carefully, he pulls out.

Eddie strokes himself over your body, teasing apart your labia with the head of his cock. He spreads your cum up and down his shaft, using it as a lubricant. With the head of his cock aimed between your legs, Eddie ejaculates into your pubic hair, covering the soft tuft in milky white. The image of your hair covered in his cum is unexpectedly beautiful to Eddie. With a delicate touch, he ghosts his fingers over your pubic mound, spreading his cum inside the hair there.

The glossy liquid shimmers in the fading light of evening, a lavender sunset visible through the motel window. Eddie doesn’t know if he’s ever seen anything as beautiful as you wearing his cum this way. He’s finished on your face and your back countless times; but there’s something so intimate and private about seeing this part of you covered in his cum that has left Eddie awestruck.

He lowers his face to plant a tender kiss between your legs, and then another, and another…because now that he’s gotten a taste of your pussy, Eddie can’t stop. His tongue wakes you, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he catches your clit just right. “Eddie…” you purr, arching your back against the bed. “I fell asleep; I’m sorry.”

He smiles up at you from between your legs, his expression assuring you he’s not upset. “I know, angel,” Eddie replies, his lips wet with you. “It’s okay. I told you, I’ll take care of everything.” He licks a fat swipe up your center, prompting your entire body to seize in a shiver of pleasure. “And now,” Eddie adds. “I’m gonna take care of you…”

He sinks his mouth over your lips, sliding his tongue inside you. Looking between your legs, you can’t be sure where your pussy ends and Eddie’s mouth begins; he’s eating you up like a dessert. His mouth searches your most sacred space, making love to your pussy with every stroke of his tongue. The sheets are balled in one of your fists, while your other hand is in Eddie’s hair, locking him in place between your thighs.

A string of incoherent words leaves your lips as you climax around Eddie’s tongue. You can feel yourself squirting, cum gushing against his mouth and dripping down your ass to the bed. He murmurs praises against your cunt, words neither of you can hear over the sound of your moaning Eddie’s name. He eats you through your orgasm, and the one after, and the one after that, till you’re so sensitive you’re begging him to stop.

By this point, Eddie is hard again. He climbs up between your legs and enters you easily. “Such a greedy little cunt,” he grunts as he sinks inside. Sweat and cum drip off his chin and onto your tits. As he fucks you, Eddie feels his previous ejaculate rub against his belly, now cold and sticky where it’s matted in your pubic hair. When he’s close to coming, he pulls out of you and presses his tip against the coarse hair below your belly. You both watch his ruddy tip empty into your pubic hair, a deep growl leaving Eddie’s lips as he relieves himself onto you.

He uses his finger to scoop some cum from your bush, bringing it to your lips, feeding it to you. “Such a good girl,” Eddie praises. He kisses his way up your body, pausing for a moment at your breasts, tugging your nipple lightly between his lips. You reach for Eddie and he lets you pull him close, resting his head against your breasts, his breath warm on your skin. “Sweet dreams, Eddie,” you whisper, watching his eyes go heavy, stroking back his hair. Eddie falls asleep with his head against your heartbeat, and the taste of your cunt on his lips…

[errriiie]

Pre-Crash!Lottie Matthews NSFW Alphabet

cause being so majestic and sexy at the same time it's a crime. minors DNI !!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Charlotte is a gentle and thrifty person by nature, even if she has lived her entire life through the prism of her father's wealth and luxury. When you are both finished, she feels obliged to caress you. Massage your shoulders and back, stroke your head and brush your hair, kiss your face? She's happy to lift your spirits and please you with tenderness. She enjoys cooing after the connection you have shared, and she feels inspired and energized. B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) Lottie likes your chest - not in a sexual way, really, although during sex she can't stop watching your boobs bounce with your intense movements. She likes your chest as something to lean against when she's catching her breath, and to hear your heartbeat pounding fast. It grounds her. After years of being coldly treated by her parents, she needs to feel like there's someone alive, someone warm, and that someone loves her. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) Lottie likes to cum in your mouth. She likes to hold your head close to her, but not to squeeze your hair. She gets wild satisfaction when your mouth is so close to hers during climax, and you are able to take every drop of her juices inside you. Even better if you swallow it. She can do it back, although she doesn't like it as much. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Lottie likes body hair, especially your private parts. She doesn't quite want to admit it to you (there's still a stigma attached to not shaving in the 90s), but she does like to nuzzle your hairy pussy and find it extremely soft and pleasant, just like stroking your legs and kissing your happy trail. Her family has always pressured her to maintain a certain appearance, to look neat and proper, and perhaps wanting to see it natural is one form of rebellion against her parents' rules. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Lottie was nervous at the very beginning. She was a virgin before you, and was in no hurry to open up to anyone about anything, including sex, even if she knew about masturbation and often did it to herself. With your support, she quickly cleaned up and happily remembers what you like more or less. She is always surprised when she finds something new and especially pleasant for herself. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) Sorry, but she's a sucker for licking (lol). She loves to get on the bed and have you between her legs, or vice versa, get between yours and start working her tongue magic on you. Praise included. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) I think Lottie is quite serious. She is quite sensitive not only to sex but also to your intimacy - this is how she shows that it is important to her. She does not want to ruin your moment with jokes or inappropriate humor, and she prefers kisses and languid glances to ringing laughter, although she is ready to exchange smiles. H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Lottie has to shave her legs, arms and armpits - she doesn't like it, but it is required of her. She also, strangely for her, keeps her pubic area in relative order - she doesn't shave, but she trims the hair to a short length. She really doesn't want you to shave. Returning to her dirty secret, it excites her, and every time you shave you can see her sad doe eyes and this disappointment.

"I thought we agreed that you don't shave anymore!" Lottie snorts, looking away with her brown doelike eyes so as not to look at your naked body. You look puzzled, and a slight feeling of guilt overwhelms you. "Lottie, I just felt uncomfortable. Everything was prickly and crawling through my panties… You shave yourself, by the way." You try to protect your honor. She looks at you seriously, like that part of her has been wanting you to guess the secret she can't admit for a long time. "Next time I'll cut your hair myself, okay? In your girlfriend's name, I… I forbid you to shave from this day forward." She says awkwardly and awkwardly, and you can't help but smile. She's definitely hiding something from you, and you're determined to figure out how it relates to your pubic area.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.) Lottie is quite romantic. She is a supporter of more gentle and slow sex, where you can both enjoy each other, dissolving in the moment, but sometimes she has a desire to dominate you and be more strict. Usually this happens after she is upset with you in some way or after a quarrel where you have already made up, but the sediment still remains. In this way, she basically punishes you. Not that you would mind! J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon) Lottie masturbated quite often before you started having sex. Her parents were always away working on their business, and there was often nothing to do in the huge mansion, and then she began to explore her body. She learned long ago to masturbate the way she liked, and she loves this activity, although with the appearance of you in her life she began to need direct sex more than jerking off. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Sorry, Mommy? Praise. Praise is Lottie's biggest kink. She enjoys praising you and receiving praise equally. She wants to show you how much she appreciates you, and at the same time, she wants to prove that you think she's a good and worthy girlfriend for you, even with all her problems. Your praise immediately makes her panties get wet and her body seems to reorganize, making her cum faster. L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) I think Lottie is usually pretty traditional about where to have sex with you - a bed or a couch is fine with her. Sometimes she catches herself thinking that sex in the woods would be nice. She doesn't understand where she gets such desires from and tries not to ask herself questions. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Your offer to have sex and playful hands in the most sensitive places may be enough, but she really likes it when you prepare for sex. She likes buying you expensive lingerie and knowing that you specially put it on under your clothes to please her. She loves lace and the thought that you prepared for her is the best motivation in itself. N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Physical pain. She doesn't like the idea of ​​hitting you or choking you, and is skeptical and wary of it. She may spank you if you're being naughty, but even that will be fake. She's much more into worshiping your body. She also doesn't usually comment on you in a negative or degrading way, although she might if it comes to frustrated sex. This usually doesn't happen, but maybe you'd like to see it more often. O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) I am of the firm opinion that Lottie prefers to give cunnilingus a little more than any other practitioner. I don't know why, but I believe in her oral fixation, so rest assured that she is ready to give you her mouth any time you want it, but Lottie is also ready and enjoys asking you to do the same. As mentioned earlier, being a quick learner is one of Charlotte's best skills, and she is very experienced with you indeed. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lottie really does like to take things slow. She's not the most patient person outside the bedroom - but with you she likes to stretch things out. She's used to being able to get whatever she wants with a snap of her fingers, and she likes to push her boundaries with long foreplay, even if she really wants to get down to business.

Sometimes, though, she'll have a bad day or a bad thought, and if you're having sex, she really can take things a little less gently and a little more roughly, focusing more on her own pleasure.

"That's it, baby? Do you like the way I fuck you?" her fingers were deep inside you, while Lottie was rubbing her pussy against your bent knee. You couldn't utter a word - Lottie always caught you off guard with her bad mood. "Y-yes, please, Lots, more…" you whisper absentmindedly, taking Lottie inside you. Lottie smirks before deliberately pulling her fingers out of you to your utterly disappointed sigh and shoving them into your mouth. "Do you deserve it?" she asks with narrowed eyes. "Be a good girl for me and then maybe I'll help you cum."

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Given her behavior towards you, Lottie rarely agrees to quick sex, and it is difficult for her to do so. She would rather endure and then spend quality time together than do everything quickly, but as she likes to say, "heartlessly." R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Lottie is not shy about being critical. She is willing to consider any suggestions you make, but if she thinks they just don't sound right, she is unlikely to agree. You have often complained about this, but if Lottie doesn't want to, she won't do it.

However, if you suggest something really small and do it during the process, rather than beforehand, she may be more willing to agree, seeing something in practice.

"See, Lottie? It's easy and simple, it doesn't hurt me at all." You whisper to your lover, while she carefully watches you drip wax from the special massage candles you begged her to buy you a while ago onto your hand. "And… Do you like it?" she asks uncertainly, looking confused. Lottie can't quite figure out what she thinks about what's going on yet, but the thought of dripping warm wax on you like you're something holy and precious twists her lower stomach into knots.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Because Lottie is so thrifty with you, she can really last a long time, saving her energy every time. She has a long endurance and above average sensitivity, so she really gets a lot of pleasure from spending more than an hour in bed. T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Lottie doesn't own any toys herself - the fear that her parents will somehow find out about them is too strong - but she's always wanted to try something new and she secretly (or not so secretly) wants to try a vibrator on you. U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Depends on her mood. She can tease for a really long time if she's feeling playful - though she'll usually cut you some slack and get down to business. She just likes to watch you squirm and beg her to move on from foreplay to something more interesting. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) I am of the opinion that Lottie is very reserved in her sounds, wherever she is. Even at the peak of pleasure, she will only moan softly through her own palm. You might think that Lottie is simply shy, but she is actually just not noisy. W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character) It was one of your first times together, and things were already going much better than they had been at first. You were getting to know each other's bodies and actually enjoying each other physically.

Lottie pushed you onto the bed, acting a little unusual. It wasn't gentle, but rather bold and arousing. You looked at her with wide eyes, full of surprise, until she whispered in your ear.

"What's with that look? Mommy's just in a good mood." She said, and then froze. You couldn't help but laugh, both embarrassed that Lottie had suddenly decided to call herself "Mommy." "I…I didn't…I didn't mean it like that, I was just thinking about it, but I didn't…"

You couldn't help but laugh, and Lottie frowned, looking frustrated and angry. She grabbed her clothes and sat on the edge of the bed like a startled fawn. You quickly sit down with Lottie, intending to reassure her.

"Lottie, it's… it's okay, really. It's okay if you've been thinking about it. Thoughts sometimes spill out into speech." You try to sound casual and reassuring, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I haven't felt any worse about you. We can try this if…"

Lottie looks at you with a piercing gaze before becoming embarrassed. "No! You don't have to do this for me. I need to… think. It really was an accident." She justifies herself quietly. The two of you sit together for about ten more minutes before Lottie tries to let go, trust you, and continue.

This is how Charlotte learned she had a mommy kink. X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) What kind of body do you expect to see in a top-notch soccer player? Tall, toned, everything you find beautiful and hot. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, if you can call it that. Once or twice a week is enough for her, although sometimes she might get a surge of feelings for you and want to do it again. Or twice. We can't blame a girl for how much she loves you and wants to be around you. Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) Lottie is the type who feels uplifted and in a better mood after sex. Sharing intimate contact together makes her feel loved, wanted, and fulfilled, which is very important to her. She needs at least a couple of hours of wakefulness before she can sleep, so the two of you shouldn't have sex at night.

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #17

17. Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

“Are you sure? It’s gonna get messy.”

“You say that like it’s gonna be a problem. Pookie, we deal with blood on a near-daily basis, I would say it’s the bodily fluid I wash out of my clothes the second-most.”

You roll your eyes at him but can’t help the little moan which slips out of you when Logan’s mouth kisses along your neck, hot and heavy.

“Yeah, well, murdering isn’t the same…” you mutter, feeling yourself begin to relax under their touch. Wade bites at the lobe of your ear, his shoulder nudging Logan’s for room over your body. You like it when they both crowd you. You like it when Wade makes you melt with his blabbering, and Logan can turn you to jelly without saying a goddamn word.

“We’re two grown men. Your pussy during shark week is hardly the worst thing we’ve seen, baby…” he continues, airily. You manage to wrestle away from Wade just long enough to make eye contact with Logan, hazel eyes blasted black with arousal. He shrugs.

“He’s not wrong. Blood doesn’t bother me.”

“Exactly! So lay back and let’s surf the crimson wave together.”

Wade cups your cunt as he says this and you have a visceral reaction, bucking into his hand. With a groan you lay back on the bed and give in.

“Fine…” you sigh, pretending it’s some great effort but really, pretty thrilled that both of your partners want to take care of you. An orgasm really helps with the cramps and their warm, strong bodies are always preferable to grabbing your wand from your bedside table.

Your belt is undone and jeans roughly tugged down your legs, underwear with them. Wade wastes no time in pulling your legs apart so he can look between them and you kick him playfully.

“You’re not buying a used car, Wade, you’re about to fuck me. You don’t have to inspect it…”

“Pookie, I just want my girl to know I appreciate her no matter how caked in blood she is,” he says, patting your mound like it’s a faithful dog. Just as you go to kick him again Logan sinks two fingers in you up to the knuckle, dragging a moan out of you instead. Your walls are tender and the intrusion is strange but not unwelcome. In fact when Logan begins to make a beckoning motion inside of you, all you can do is gasp and fist the bedsheets.

“There we go, baby. You just relax. Your boys have got you…” Wade hums, his hand joining Logan’s so he can begin to work at your clit. All you can do is watch as they move in harmony - god they are always at each other’s throats, but together they’re the perfect team to take you apart piece by piece. Wade presses narrow circles into you, playing on that spot which makes you sing, and Logan’s arm begins to work more rapidly. You can even see the veins and muscles flex under his skin as he doubles his effort to bring you to a climax. Their hands slowly get soaked in red, the noise they create a lewd symphony of arousal and blood.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna–”

“Let go,” says Logan, in a way which doesn’t bear arguing with. Your orgasm crescendos over you and you soak both of them as you finish for the first time that day. Wade pulls away first leaving Logan the room to extract his hand which is dripping with a crimson sheen. He seems totally unbothered about the blood - in fact, they both seem pretty damn smug.

You open your mouth the same time as Wade does, except instead of speaking he brings the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth and sucks them, his mouth taking Logan’s digits like your cunt just did.

“Holy shit…” Logan says, surprised but not pushing Wade off of him either. When Wade removes himself with a pop his lips are tinged red.

“Told you blood didn’t bother us,” he sighs, dreamily, then moves in to kiss you. You meet him with enthusiasm.

[gemstone-roses]

Safe

Summary: Geralt talks you through your orgasm.

As promised, I finished my essay, and as voted for by several of you, this was the fic you wanted posted first!

Warnings: smut, 18 + only! minors be fucking gone from here ! Vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, hurt/comfort, use of good girl, soft Geralt. Praise kink, brief mentions of panic. You know the drill. Female reader.

Please note I am not responsible for your media consumption.

The white haired Witcher encases you beneath him. His muscly arms holding steady on either side of you. His amber eyes show nothing but adoration for you as he thrusts his cock inside you.

“You’re doing so good for me” he groans, his thick cock twitches as you tighten around him.

It’s been hours, not that your complaining of course, Geralt exploring every inch of you with his fingers, his tongue, muttering praise and comments on how gorgeously stunning you are.

“Geralt” you whine, your pleasure building, your stomach beginning to swirl as it starts to cloud your mind.

“Your close” the Witcher observes, angling his cock so he hits deeper.

You wince slightly, he picks up on it, slows down a bit.

“your okay” he soothes, his big hands splaying across your thighs, squeezing, it provides comfort. “Look at me, love” his gravelly voice is soft, tender.

Your eyes flit to his, a half smile on his face

“There she is” he moves his hand to your face, runs a finger down your jaw.

He watches intently as your chest begins to heave, your pussy tightens round his cock.

“G-Geralt” you choke out, panicking slightly as your mind fogs.

“your safe, it’s okay, I’ve got you love” he assures you, his hand still cupping your face. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm begins to wash over you, your arm reaching to clutch Geralts. Nails leaving half moon indents in his skin as you moan beneath him. He snakes a hand down between you, callused finger pushing on your puffy clit. “Mm, keep making those pretty noises for me, your doing so well my love, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock” Geralt lets out a broken moan as he spoke, gritting his teeth as your pussy convulsed around him. “ Oh god Geralt, I’m gonna-

“I know, keep your eyes on me, breathe, good girl, good, that’s it” he hisses through his teeth as you clench hard around his cock. You whined as pleasure overcame your senses. Geralt cups your face, . “Let go, come for me” he demands, his stunning eyes wide with lust, brow furrowed slightly, you loose yourself in them as you release around him. Triggered by your orgasm, Geralts cock tightens and he paints your walls with his come, a low moan bubbling from his throat as he does. “Fuck my love that was incredible, you were incredible” he breathes, his voice cracked with pleasure. Your head is fuzzy with the aftermath of your climax, Geralts rough hands rub soothingly up your side.

“I’m going to pull out now, and I’ll clean you up my love, okay”. He states, his voice has that post orgasm croak that you just love and you nod.

You flinch slightly when the warm towel touches your core, Geralt leaning up on the bed on his side next to you. “Sh it’s okay” he soothes. “I love you” you murmur, shifting closer to him, you curl into him as Geralt pulls the quilt over the both of you. Wrapping his big arms around you he pulls you closer, encasing you. You feel safe like this, you always will. “I love you too my love” he smiles, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

[iamthatonefangirl]

relax - nsfw jackson era joel miller

writing (and hopefully posting) this before tonight's episode comes out bc. well. you all know.

not my best bc i am sick but this was on my mind<3

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"that's it, pretty girl, come on over here," he encourages.

you're exhausted. every muscle in your body is yelling at you to go home and get some sleep. but you'd rather be here, in Joel's office with him, waiting for him to finish up.

"Joel, I can just–"

"be awfully rude o' me to keep you waiting, darlin'," he drawls in that beautiful southern accent of his. he's ever the gentleman, knowing he has to work but wanting to make sure you know that you are his priority.

you hang your head and pull yourself off of the doorway you're leaning on. you make your way over to where he's sitting, still at his desk, with those glasses on, the ones that make your head absolutely spin with desire.

you reach your hands out in front of you to take his as you stand in front of him, and he tightly holds onto them, not letting you go anywhere. your eyes are weary and part of you just wants to go sit on his couch and nap. you consider it, but deep down, you crave his touch more than anything.

"c'mere, darlin'. come on," he encourages once more, gently tugging on your hands to urge you closer. he spreads his legs apart, pulling you to stand hovering over his thigh before sitting you down on it.

his hands come to wrap around your waist. you rest your head on his shoulder, almost half asleep. his hair tickles your nose from having grown out.

you fucking love his longer hair. it makes him look so pretty, so good, all your own.

his hands are warm against you, his body heat seeping into your cold bones. your eyes stay shut as he tilts his face towards you, whispering, "want me to make you feel better, sweetheart?"

you nod against his shoulder. he always makes you feel so good, takes all your worries away. you're so grateful for him, making sure you're always taken care of, even now when he's supposed to be working.

his hands adjust to center themselves on your hips while yours remain gently wrapped around his torso.

"don't gotta move a muscle, babygirl," he assures you. "just let me take care o' ya."

his voice is like molasses in your ears, and you feel yourself melting against him. he slowly begins rocking your hips against his leg, ever so slowly. you turn your head to face downwards, pressing your forehead to his shoulder, and let out a low whine at the feeling he's stirring within you.

"shh, shh," he whispers, still dragging your hips so gently over his thigh, "just relax."

his strength to move you against him is no match for the friction of your denim pants against his. all you feel is the comfortable pressure of his leg between yours, gently rocking you in a perfect rhythm to ease the stress in your mind and help lure you into that sleepy state you're near.

you settle, as instructed, leaning all your weight against him as he continues to help build the heat you feel between your thighs.

"Joel," you whine, "'s good."

"yeah? you like that?" he begins. "bet you'd like me to take you home, wouldn't you? fuck you so soft, it'll put you to sleep, baby. would ya like that, baby, huh?"

you whine. that sounds like heaven.

"please," you whisper.

"oh, I will, baby. I will," he reassures you. "just need you to finish right here, baby. then I'll take you home. I'll put my mouth on you real nice, just the way you like, yeah?"

that's all you want. to go home, take a hot shower, and just let him worship you.

your whole body warms as the pressure of him against you finally takes over. your climax is ever so soft, a gentle release of the pressure and stress of your mind, all washing away. you whine when it happens, and any tension you might have had left in your bones falls away.

he's always there when you need him, always there to take on your stressors and anxieties as his own. he's your backbone, always supporting you when you need it the most.

and even when you fall, he'll be there to catch you.

~~~

this was my first work for joel and i need practice and it's kind of overshadowed by the fact that i have to go watch s2 e2 after this but oh well <3

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[teeskzagain]

» warnings: dom!felix, rough sex, dirty talk, hickey (f. receiving), reader referred to as ‘fuck toy”

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jeongin ver. ~ part 1

seungmin ver.

but if only you had simply glanced down just a smidge. then, you would've seen a pair of peeping eyes staring deeply at you, hiding on the stairs, watching the lewd scene unfold.

there stood lee yongbok, mouth agape and shocked face at what was before his eyes. because if he had known any better, he had you in quite a similar position....

just...hours...before...this.

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a few hours earlier….

felix loves many things about you.

you’re quirky sense of humor.

the awkward smile you do when someone compliments you.

how could he not adore you? you’re just too cute.

but. if he had to chose his most favored version of you…

it’d be the one where you always did exactly as he said.

“aww, why the frowny face, y/n?” felix tilts his head slightly, regarding your uneasy expression with large eyes, “something the matter?”

with a bare back resting against his headboard, felix watches as you essentially hump yourself dry on top of him. desperation claws at your veins, and grunts showcasing struggle begin to slip out more frequently from your pouty little mouth.

you continue working your hips into his, face scrunched inwards on itself. you hadn’t registered his previous questions, your head too clouded with the immense pleasure pulsing through you.

his fingertips curl deep into your waist as he continues guiding your movements above him, “y/n….” his resonant voice fills your head deliciously, “i need you to open your eyes, and look at me. look at me while i fuck your pretty pussy, understand?”

a particularly hard thrust from felix causes your eyes to shoot wide open, a hearty groan bellowing out of your throat in the midst, “oh– fuck!”

now that makes his lips tug into a smile. this is what he loves about you. he loves how somehow, someway, he always gets you to do exactly as he says. always so good for him, treats him so well, takes him so well.

his favorite fucking pussy.

“you’re twitching so hard on me. are you close? gonna soak yourself all over my cock?” he mutters those questions as he lowers his head down towards your neck.

you could only mewl out a, ‘yes’ in that high-pitched, whiny tone he’s obsessed with, and felix sighs contently onto your skin, his cock bouncing harshly into your sweet, sweet, cunt.

he hovers his mouth over your neck. lips fluttering open and shut, he edges you with anticipation until eventually they latch onto your skin. his mouth starts to suck rapidly against the area, and nearly cums on the spot when he hears how responsive you become at the action.

he feels you start to quiver on top of him, body shaking from each pleasure point. your eyes are vibrating as you huff and huff and huff, “mmm-! mmm-! i’m gonna cum. god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

felix pops off of your neck with a guttural groan, “that’s fucking right, baby. you’re so close i can feel it. can feel you gripping my cock so hard.” he buzzes out a mew, “finish for me, y/n.”

his tip works deeply into your core, hitting the succulent spot that soon has you spilling over the edge. walls tensing, legs clasping, your orgasm hits you dead center, and quickly your body is stuttering from it.

a long moan bubbles out of you for the duration of it, and at every inflection of your tone, wetness would spew out of your hole which only drowned felix’s cock even further with liquids. it was heaven.

though. as you neared the end of your climax, a part of you knew this wasn’t the true end.

no.

felix hadn’t came yet.

and with a little over an hour left until he needed to leave for study group, he knew he wanted to spend the passing time well.

and what better way to do so, than by painting your insides white because you’re such a damn good fuck toy for him.

you always are.

[miss-jaye]

mdni, read at your own risk. (yes. i am of legal age. yes, it's on my page.)

you planned to just bring him lunch and meet up with some friends, but your lips looked so pretty with the lip gloss you put on today. shoto couldn't resist wanting them on his dick.

you sit under his desk, his legs spread, bulge showing through his suddenly too-tight pants. you start by kissing the bulge, hearing him exhale shakily.

you bite his zipper and slowly pull it down. shoto gulps as you kiss the top of his shaft and begin working your way down.

he lets out a quiet groan, placing his elbow on the desk and gripping his face. "o-ohh.. shit."

you take him in, swiping your tongue around the tip, just how you know he likes it.

shoto throws his head back and groans in pleasure, threading his hand through your hair, gripping gently. "that's it.. oh, you're doing s-so.. fuck.. so well.. my love."

you hum, sending vibrations through his cock, making him jolt. you bob your head up and down, sucking on it.

he lets out little whimpers and moans your name. suddenly, a buzz is heard, then a voice: "hello sir, pro heroes deku, dynamight, and red riot are here to see you. shall i let them in?"

your dual haired husband curses under his breath, forgetting about the meeting. he's always on time for work. he knows if he doesn't let them in, they'll make up some ridiculous reason or force their way in.

shoto clears his throat, leans forward slightly, and tries to cover his blush. "let them in."

you take his cock out of your mouth and place small kisses on it. your husband makes a small noise of protest when he can't feel the warmth of your mouth anymore.

you hear the door open and heavy footsteps follow. "what the hell, icyhot? why the fuck aren't you answering your damn phone?"

you're not worried; you're completely covered by his desk. "sorry, i was busy."

"oh no, it's alright, shoto-kun! we just came by because we were worried," deku says, waving a hand with a comforting smile.

"yeah, todo-bro! we'll catch you up!" kirishima grins. you smirk slightly and take him in your mouth again. you feel him grip your hair tighter, but he doesn't stop you.

you lightly squeeze the base as you suck, making him cough slightly to cover a moan. "thank you."

as they catch up the dual-haired man on what he missed, he's barely listening.

finally, the pro heroes notice his weird behavior. "you sick or something, icyhot?" bakugo raises an eyebrow, glancing at shoto's blush.

"do you need water? we can get some for you," deku asks, looking concerned. he's so sweet, not knowing what's happening under the desk.

"n-no, i'm fine. i-" shoto cuts himself off as he feels his climax rising. "fuck-" he grips your hair harder, hiding his face with his other hand, gritting his teeth.

you do your best to help him finish faster, squeezing his balls and swirling your tongue around the tip.

"woah, shoto, dude. you okay?" kirishima asks. shoto grunts, finishing in your mouth. he exhales shakily, clears his throat, and avoids his friends' gazes.

you clean him up with your tongue, then grin. you push him back slightly to make room and stand up.

you hear chokes and gasps as you place his length back in his pants. you mischievously swipe your thumb at the corner of your lips and lick it for him to see.

he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. you giggle, grab your bag from under the desk, and smile at the other pro heroes. deku and kirishima blush brightly, while bakugo smirks behind his hand. you're aware your hair is messy from shoto's grip.

"gentlemen," you nod at them and walk toward the door. gripping the handle, you turn back and flash your husband a pretty smile, your lip gloss smudged, making him groan in frustration.

"see you at home, darling."

you leave, intending to freshen up, leaving the men in the room in silence.

"we do not speak of this."

deku and kirishima nod frantically while bakugo laughs heartily. "so bold, half n' half. didn't know you were like that," he snickers.

bakugo promises not to speak of it… in front of other people. he'll take any chance he gets to tease shoto about it when it's just them.

[baekhyoris]

sfw version ⇢ here

boyfriend!neji who doesn't exactly have the most experience before getting with you. his face—flushed a pretty shade of red—gives away nothing, though the slight tremour in his hands betray the nervousness that he tries to hide behind confident touches. when he begins to take your clothes off and sees your naked body for the first time, he nearly cums.

boyfriend!neji who is secretly relieved when you begin to direct him, giving him permission to touch you in such an intimate manner. the last thing he wants is to overstep your boundaries or hurt you. your hands take his and trailing them down your body before he takes over. each quick grasp, each fondle, is hesitant. awkward. who's eyes watch you intently, taking note of what makes you arch your back, what makes you call out for him. who grows so flustered when he rubs his growing buldge on your thigh.

boyfriend!neji who quickly grows addicted to the sounds of your moans and gasps when he reaches between your legs. at the fact that it's he who is making you feel good. it gives him confidence, making his touches more sure and deliberate. who is a quick learner and soon learns exactly how to make you beg for him with a well-timed stroke or curl of his fingers. who showers you with kisses throughout, desire shining in the depths of his eyes.

boyfriend!neji who feels almost dizzy when he enters you for the first time. who lets a soft moan escape from how hot and tight you feel around his cock. he takes a deep breath as he waits for you to adjust. who's hand intertwines with yours and the intimacy makes his heart ache. who's gone at the first thrust, who's eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls. the pleasure nearly overwhelms him. who keeps his pace slow because he wants to draw this out for as long as possible. who tries—and fails—to choke down the moans and grunts that threatens to spill from his lips. who, despite his best efforts, finishes rather quickly.

boyfriend!neji who keeps sex pretty simple for the first year of your relationship, taking his time to explore his likes, dislikes and prefences.

boyfriend!neji who's favorite positions are missionary and lotus, anything that allows him to see your face. who sometimes like to set up a mirror so that he can see your face whenever he takes you from behind.

boyfriend!neji who at first thinks he wouldn't like giving oral, but finds that he isn't opposed to it. though he prefers using his fingers, if you ask nicely, he'll give in. he takes it slow. kissing his way down your body, teeth nipping at your neck and chest, occasionally brushing his hand against the juncture between your legs as a means of teasing you. who nips at your inner thighs before he dives in. his eyes never leave yours, his gaze intense as he watches the way your body twitches, the way your head falls back as you moan his name.

boyfriend!neji who gets off embarassingly quickly when you first sucked him off. the way your hot mouth swallows his dick, tongue swirling around the tip and your hand stroking whatever doesn't fit inside only makes the warm ache in his stomach grow. and when your eyes come to meet his, he can barely choke out a warning before he climaxes. who is very apologetic when some of his cum makes it onto your face. who gets embarassed at how sensitive his cock is, at the way it twitches in anticipation whenever you fall to your knees and pulls down his pants.

boyfriend!neji who will never say it outloud, but he loves when you pull his hair. it turns him on more than he'd like to admit. you found this out when you were sitting on his lap, grinding on his buldge one day. lost in the heat of the moment, one of your hands move from his shoulder to the soft, thick strands of his hair and tugging him down into a sloppy kiss.

boyfriend!neji who's hips buck up to meet yours, the wanton moan that's ripped from his lips gets swallowed in the heated kiss. who nearly cums from the flash of pain that quickly melts into white hot pleasure that spreads throughout his body.

boyfriend!neji who believes wholeheartedly that he is the dominant one in bed, which for the most part is true. but in actuality is a switch. who looks so pretty when you ride him. who looks like an angel as whenever you ride him. all splayed out hair, flushed skin and half-lidded eyes looking up at you. who grips your hips as you slowly sink down onto his dick, savouring the way he stretches you out so good. who doesn't bother hiding all the pretty moans and whimpers that escape his kiss-swollen lips as he throws his head back. the self-satisfied glint in your eyes—at the fact that you made him such a mess underneath you—does not go unnoticed.

boyfriend!neji who feels his cock twitch inside of you when you praise him for making you feel so good, how he fills you up so well. who doubles his efforts, wanting to hear more of those sweet words coming out of your mouth. who praises you in return, letting himself to say all of the sappy things that he normally wouldn't allow himself to say. who whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

boyfriend!neji who is normally very gentle when it comes to love making. who's touches are nothing short of loving, who holds your hand as he thrusts into you and giving you long kisses throughout. but there are times in which he can be a little rough, especially when he's stressed and needs an outlet to release it. who's grips on your hips is tight and his thrusts are harsh as he ruts into you, his other hand snaking down between your legs. who lets filthy words mix in with his usual praise and watches, with satisfaction, as he fucks you dumb.

boyfriend!neji who is such a sweetheart when it comes to aftercare because it's a chance to doting on you. who gets you water and snacks if you ask for them. who enjoys holding you close, wrapping his arms around you and reveling in the comfortable silence that envelops in the room, listening to the sound of your breathing and feeling your heartbeat. who positively melts whenever you kiss the center of his forehead, especially after a partically emotional session.

boyfriend!neji who hates sleeping with sweat and cum on his body. who without fail, runs you both a warm bath, gentle hands taking the time to wash your body.

boyfriend!neji who encourages you to talk about anything and everything under the sun. the sound of your voice relaxes him, he says. who absentmindedly draws patterns on your skin to lull you to sleep.

boyfriend!neji who uses intimacy as a means of expressing his love for you, for it says all the things that words fail to convey.

[gabrielemillers]

Distraction

Sergei Kravinoff x F!Reader

Warning: smut 18+

Your relationship with Sergei is not an easy one. He is stubborn, jealous and possessive. He made it clear from the beginning that you belong to him. But, it’s also obvious that he loves you very much. Sergei would never hurt you, not in a way you wouldn’t enjoy it. You love him will all of your heart.

Yes you have a lot of arguments but in the end it always finishes well. By that you mean hot and dirty make up sex. Sometimes you wonder how you’re not pregnant yet with how much you sleep together. For now though, neither of you wants to have kids. Sergei doesn’t want to be like his father and you’re not ready to be a mother.

Despite all of his flaws, he is caring. You share moments of happiness together and these are the best. You do have a complicated relationship, but you would never exchange it for anything in the world.

You are working in your home office when Sergei comes in. He looks pissed. Someone must have done something. You know what he does for a living and you know your boyfriend’s temperament.

-What happened my love? you ask getting up from behind your desk to greet him.

-I had a lead to find a man doing animal trafficking. I was following it until my goddamn father called. The person ran away and I lost his track. Fuck I hate my father. he growls.

You hug him, trying to soothe him even if you know how he is when he is angry. Only one thing will calm him down. He hugs you back but you feel him tensed.

-I know a way to make you forget about this… you say seductively and he understands immediately.

-Are you sure? Because I’m not going to be gentle. he warns you with darkening eyes.

-Use me Sergei. Let out your frustration on me. I can take it. I’m yours my love.

As soon as you finish your sentence he is kissing you. You moan as he pulls your head back by your hair, dominating the kiss. There is no tenderness, not that you mind. After a while he pulls away, eyes dark with lust.

-Take off your clothes. he orders with a tone that has you soaking wet.

You do as he says, blushing under his gaze as he looks you up and down. He makes a sound between a groan and a growl as he sees your beautiful naked body.

-Bend over the desk and spread your pretty legs for me. Show me your perfect cunt.

You bend over your desk, face on fire as you show him how wet you are for him. From only a kiss. Sergei growls in satisfaction then you hear him taking his clothes off. You feel the tip of his hard cock at your entrance. You moan at the contact and move your hips to take him in but he stops you.

-I’m in charge remember? You’ll take what I give you like my good little whore.

You should be ashamed that he calls you that, but it only turns you more on. And he knows that. Before you could say something, Sergei thrust into you with harsh movement of his hips. You moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. He starts moving, not giving you anytime to adjust to his size.

He slides in and out hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The feeling of his cock inside your dripping cunt is heavenly, you love when he uses you like this. Like a rag doll. Sergei grips your hips so hard it will leave bruises but you don’t care. You’re his. The desk is moving on the floor with the strength of his thrusts.

You can’t think. The only thing you feel is the pleasure you receive from him even he is only chasing his own release. Moans fall freely from your mouth as you feel your orgasm approaching. Sergei pulls your hair back with one hand, your back arching against him. The stinging sensation making you whimper in pleasure.

-Are you going to come my dirty little whore? he asks lustfully while moving faster.

-Yes…yes please can I come? you beg knowing he loves it when you do.

-Since you’ve asked so nicely…yes you may. Come for me love. says Sergei sliding a hand between the desk and your body to circle your clit.

You climax with a shout of his name, your pussy clenching hard around his dick. A couple of thrusts and he spills his release deep inside of you. He is breathing hard behind you and you are breathless and completely fucked out. You don’t trust your legs to walk. Sergei pulls out softly making you whine at the emptiness. He turns you around and use his shirt to clean the mess between your legs. He looks completely relaxed now.

-So…are you feeling better now? you ask smiling tiredly.

He chuckles then kisses you.

-Much better thank you love. You always know what to do to calm me down. I love you.

-I love you too Sergei. Could…do you think you could help me get to the bathroom please? I don’t think I can walk right now… you say blushing as he smirks proudly.

-I’ll carry you wherever you want sweetheart. Always. You’re mine.

As he picks you up bridal style, you cuddle against his chest thinking that being in a relationship with him, is the best thing that has ever happened to you.

My first Sergei Kravinoff fic :) hope you guys likes it

Tag: @tangerineboss @pretty-little-mind33 @moonlightspencie

[billsbabydoll]

“𝒾𝓂 𝑔ℴ𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊..”

contains:PURE SMUT<3

summary:one day after a heavy day of work, bill comes home severely frustrated and angry in need of some way to take out his anger.

WARNINGS:dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (doggy-style), blowjob, degrading, name calling, hair pulling, SLIGHT spit play.

notes: first post hopefully you guys enjoy!

bill had been practically living and breathing his music especially now that he was recording and working on a new album called zimmer 483, he was in the studio 5 days a week and was completely burnt out once he got home.

as i awaited his arrival i was in the kitchen preparing him some dinner wanting to do something nice for him, since i could see how much the stress of finishing this album was taking a toll on him.

i was facing towards the stove mixing the pasta in the pot when i suddenly hear the front door unlock and open, the sound of bills jewelry swinging as he locked and slammed the door shut and angrily made his way into the kitchen.

i quickly turn off the stove and turn around and met his angered demeanor as he walked into the kitchen, he was fuming it was like i could see the steam leaving his ears.

“baby are you alright?”i asked in calm tone trying not upset him even more.

“you dont understand how fucking angry i am right now-

“come here.”he said practically ordering me. his expression was cold but his eyes were hungry, lustful, filled with dark-rage.

i complied slowing stepping forward closer to him, he muttered anger impatient swears under his breath before he quickly picked me up swinging me over his shoulder.carrying me into our shared bedroom, kicking the door open before dropping me harshly onto the bed.

he quickly crawled onto the bed sitting on my chest before unbuckling his jeans and tossing his belt onto the floor.sliding his jeans down enough to pull his cock out of his black underwear, giving it a few pumps before aligning it near my lips

“open your fucking mouth.”he gritted through his teeth, his eyes dark with pure lust.

i nervously open my mouth taking just his tip into my mouth before he quickly rammed his full length into my throat, he reached down grabbing the back of head beginning to roughly fuck my throat.

“oh god..”

“take this fucking cock, you dirty slut.”

“ich werde uber diese hubschen lippen (im gonna cum all over those pretty lips.)”he murmured repeatedly under his breath, aggressive groans and gentle whimpers falling right behind.

he chuckled at my gagging and the tears welling in my eyes, my whimpering driving him even further.he looked down at my pathetic state taking amusement in it, he chuckled lowly and spit down on me, his spit landing upon my cheek.

once he felt he was reaching his climax he suddenly pulled his length out of my mouth, i breathed in finally my chest heaving from the lack of air.

“Im gonna destroy you.”he whispered looking down at me as he got up off my chest and began quickly pulling my shorts down, then ripping my panties off.after he swiftly placed me in the doggy position, my head resting now on the pillows, my ass up.

he looked at my pussy seeing how wet and ready i was for him-

“so needy f’me?your such a fucking slut.”

he licked his lips hungrily at the sight deciding to treat me for how well I was complying to his demands.he reached his hand down near my cunt beginning to toy with my pussy, sliding and rubbing his fingers in between my folds, my juices collecting on the tips of his fingers.

“oh fuck..”i moaned biting my lip at the sensation his teasing was providing me.

“you like that huh?just wait till i fill that little fucking pussy up.”he chuckled stopping his movements to which i whimper at the absence of his fingers.

he aligned his cock against my cunt rubbing his tip in between my folds collecting the wetness as a lube also spitting on his hand and rubbing the collected spit upon his cock.

he then slowly began pushing himself inside me his length filling me up inch by inch, we both moaned at the feeling.he continued filling me up before he bottomed out, he then started to thrust inside me at a steady pace.

“nimm meinen schwanz so verdammt gut, so eine kleine hure…(take my cock so damn well, such a little whore.)”he groaned in pleasure the feeling of my walls clenching around his length and my little moans enough just for him to cum right then and there.

“mmugh-faster baby!”i mumbled in between my moans the severity of my orgasm crashing in heavily.

he replied trying to hold back a groan but failing miserably, “mm-oh you want it faster? ughh-ill give you faster, fucking slut!”

he quickly picked up his pace the sound of skin slapping rapidly filled up the room the bed soon beginning to rock beneath us from the impact of his harsh thrusts.

“take this mm-fucking cock you stupid bitch!”

he loudly demanded reaching down to pull my head back, my back now against his chest, his other hand holding me up right.his cock now hitting a new delicious angle inside my tight cunt, his tip perfectly kissing my cervix.

“mmmh! fuck j-just like that!”

“u-ughmm your such a stupid slut!”

we continued egging eachother on building up just enough to reach right at the edge.his eyes shut and his mouth hanging out, groans escaping his lips.

i peppered soft opened mouth kisses along his neck, eyes crying from the pleasure i was enduring, my walls clenching harsher around him signaling towards my orgasm.

“you wanna cum slut?! cum all over my f-mmugh dick!”he spoke, his moans becoming louder, his thrusts becoming more rapid and aggressive.

i quickly gave in letting myself fall into his intoxicating pleasure, “im c-mmugh! cumming oh fuck!”

my legs shaking suddenly from the impact of my orgasm.my juices squirting upon his length, his orgasm falling shortly behind.

“gonna f-fill your little mmh-ugh pussy up baby!” he groaned loudly continuing to thrust forcefully into me carrying out his high, his cum painting my walls completely white.

he slowed down after he came down from his high, gently pulling out panting steadily as we both caught our breaths.

he let go off me laying me down before he laid down next to me, we both chuckled breathlessly as we took in what just happened.

“you need to come home angry more often.”

“yeah I should huh?”

we giggled amongst ourselves and kissed sweetly, beginning to talk about our days and what had made bill so angry in the first place.

THE END

[sissylittlefeather]

12 Days of Ficmas

Day 3: The Sound of Your Cry

A/N: @vsangel-sparkle I hope you like this! It was tough to write. This song is such a heartbreaker! But I think it turned out pretty well. Hope you agree!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, angst/smut, oral sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, infidelity

Word count: ~800

His lips are so soft on your fingertips as he kisses them before moving to your neck. You moan softly as he presses kisses to you. This isn't the first time you've found yourself with Elvis like this. In fact, it's been going on for quite some time. You know you're the other woman. You'd have to be an idiot not to know he has a girl back home that he's set to marry. But you love him so much that you don't care. So here in LA you make him yours as often as he'll let you.

And that's how you find yourself here again with him wrapped around you, praying that it never ends. Now he's kissing the supple skin of your breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth as his hand roams down to your hip and squeezes.

“You're so beautiful, baby.” He murmurs against your skin. You know what he means by that. It's his coded way of telling you that he loves you. You want to respond that you love him with your whole heart, but you'd hate to put him on the spot like that, so instead you just moan softly as his kisses move down your body. He gets to your hip and gives you a little love bite, earning a small yelp from you. He chuckles and moves over to your center, dragging his tongue up your slit.

“I love those little noises, baby. Lemme hear you.” He buries his face in your pussy, pushing his tongue into you and then moving it up to your sensitive bud to circle it. You whimper and moan and make all the little sounds he can't get enough of. Truth be told, he loves you more than the girl he's supposed to marry, but he'll take that secret to the grave. His nuptial arrangement is unavoidable, and it's not that he doesn't love her. He just loves you more.

You lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on you, the overwhelming pleasure sending you over into an abyss of ecstasy easily. He licks you through your climax and you shudder and pulse and grind into his face. When you finish, he wipes his mouth with his hand and kisses back up your body. He settles himself between your legs and teases you for a bit before pushing into you slowly. You groan as he presses more hot kisses to your neck as he starts to slide in and out of you, slow and sensual.

He tells himself that what he's doing is fucking you, but he knows it's not true. He's making love to you in the only way he can: with his heart and soul so invested it almost hurts. And he knows. He knows that this has to be the last time. So he kisses you and touches you and inhales your scent a little more than normal, hoping you don't notice that something's different.

Of course you do and it almost breaks you, but you can't let him know that, so instead you roll your hips and whimper and moan just like you have every other time. You both start to sweat, your skin sticking to his when it touches, like even your bodies don't want to let go. Eventually, he pulls out and pumps his cock, spilling himself on your stomach. He sighs, wishing just this once that he'd been able to finish inside you, but it's a risk he knows he can't take. Once he's got you cleaned up with a towel, he rolls over and pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. You fall asleep against his chest when you feel his breathing even out and know he's asleep too.

*****

He kneels next to the bed and looks at you as you sleep. The clock reads 4:53am and the sky is gray with the beginning hints of sunrise. He pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your cheek and then your lips. You stir a little and he inhales sharply. It's vital that you don't wake up. He couldn't leave you if you did and he has to leave you. He doesn't have a choice. His heart feels like it's in a vice and there are tears in his eyes when he leans in close and whispers.

“I love you, baby. I always will.”

Then, he forces himself to stand up and walk out. It might be the hardest thing he's ever done, but there's nothing else left for him to do. He pulls the door closed behind himself and looks up at the sky, cursing fate for the cruel twist that led him to you. Now he has to miss you forever.

As soon as the latch clicks and you know he's gone, you open your eyes. You whisper into the semi-darkness.

“I love you too, Elvis.”

******

The End

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[ventitititi]

Diluc is so...

CW/TW; NSFW content, fingering, praising, soft n sleepy/late night, diluc x afab!reader, sub!reader, tbh it's pretty vanilla though, darling used as a nickname, written at 1am this is your warning ⚠️ low key just some soft diluc content

It's still dark out when you stir, diluc having sat up on the side of your bed. Slowly, you grip his shirt, murmuring softly, "diluc... Stay?"

His eyes turn to you at your gentle tugging, eyes softening at your question. His large, calloused palm gently pushed your hair from your face, his voice still thick with sleep,

"Darling... There is work to be done, I can't put it off forever..."

You tug again, and he chuckles softly. Swinging his legs back under the blankets. "Alright, alright, i suppose i can indulge you for a little while, it's still so early."

You smile at his words, cuddling into him as you mumble softly, "thank you, luc... I just wanted to hold you a little longer, been worried about you..."

He rolls, his arms on either side of your head as he holds himself above you. Kissing your forehead gently, he replies, "shh, shh darling... I've got you, i promise I'll be okay, just trust in me..."

You nod, melting easily under him when he kisses you, every movement gentle and loving. Softly, he murmurs,

"Let me take care of you, darling, let me distract you for a little while..."

You hum, hands raising to rest on his shoulders. Your reply comes out between his gentle kisses, his hands on your hips.

"Okay, luc..."

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. As he kisses along your neck, he lowly whispers against your skin, "thank you, darling, just relax for me... Let me take care of you for a little while."

His hands slide over your thighs, his lips finding yours with a soft groan. His hands wander, before he finally slips one beneath your panties, gliding a finger through your slick.

"oh darling, you're so wet for me..."

His voice is thick with appreciation at the discovery, running his finger over the length of you a couple more times before he circles your clit. As you whimper under him, he leans back into you, muffling any noises you make with kisses.

As he deepens a kiss, tongue running across your bottom lip, he presses one finger into you, groaning at the way you clench down on it.

"ah, ah don't worry, darling... I know where your sweet spot is, let me make sure your satisfied... Ah, here it is."

His fingers crook, perfectly catching that sensitive spot inside you that causes you to moan under him, trembling a little. Any hope of protesting, wanting to pleasure him too, is quickly cut off as he focuses on you.

A second finger joins the first in it's steady pace, slick sounds and your voice echoing in the early morning silence as diluc works to bring you to orgasm.

"that's it, darling... Just let go for me..."

His voice is low, rasping even, as you begin to tremble, his experienced fingers combined with your sleep induced sensitivity quickly pushing you towards climax. His thumb swipes across your clit, determined to push you over.

When you finally moan out for him, eyes teary, telling him that you're cumming, he smiles softly. "Oh darling, cum on my fingers... Let me feel you clenching on them, just like that, love."

He continues to work his fingers at a steady pace, crooking them to catch your gspot as you come undone beneath him. When your nails dig into him, your shaky voice asking if he's okay he murmurs, "scratching is fine, darling, just means I'm doing well..."

He kisses your cheek, fingers never stopping as he breathes out, "besides... It's all worth it to satisfy you like this."

Endings are hard bye I'm too tired to finish this properly

[eddiemxnsonlvr]

TOUCH TANK

Miguel ohara x fem! Reader

Warnings:smut!!!, fluff, praise kink, p in v, aftercare obv!, oral (fem receiving), kinda rough but not, Miguel basically worshipping reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it Y’all 😼)

No use of y/n

Minors dni ⚠️

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It’s been an hour, you’ve come more times than you can count, but Miguel can’t get enough of how you taste.

“Miggy please,” you whine trying to push his head away from in between your thighs. “Por favor.”

“Querida just one more, hm?” Miguel groans lapping at your cunt like a starved animal. “Such a good girl for me.”

“‘s too much,” you whine bucking your hips up. “Stay still mami.” He groans pushing your hips down with his strong arms.

“‘m gonna-” you moan, “come f’me.” He moans as your legs shake as you reach your climax.

“Such a good girl,” he moans sucking at your clit, lapping up your juices with his tongue, “Tan bonita.”

“Miggy no more,” you moan squeezing your thighs around his head, overstimulated, “too much.”

“You can take it amor,” he grunts against your pussy, “just one more, yeah?”

You whine but nod anyway as he laps at your cunt, pushing you towards another orgasm.

“Miguel!” You cry out in pleasure as you come again. “Good girl.” He groans against your clit as he laps up your come.

“You said one more,” you whine, “that was the last one mami.” He smirks as he thrusts his cock in his hand.

“Gonna take my cock like a good girl?” He questions as he stares at you with messy hair, your juices around his mouth.

You nod eagerly with a whine, “need it. Need it so bad.” You moan bucking your hips up.

“Fuck,” he groans dragging the tip of his cock against your slit, “always so good f’me.”

“Por favor miggy,” you moan pushing your hips up towards him, “need you to fuck me.”

He whimpers and slams himself inside of your cunt, and you cry out. “Mm fuck.” He moans as he bottoms out.

“Miggy,” you moan trying to thrust your hips on his cock. “Please move.”

He moans at that and pulls out till only his tip is inside of your cunt then slams back inside of you harshly, “pussy takes me so well.” He moans.

“Fuck!” You moan as he begins to thrust his hips, slamming his cock into you with a rough but pleasurable pace. “So good.”

“Fuck Querida, ‘s like this pussy was made for me, hm?” He whines slamming his cock into you, hitting your g spot with every thrust, “being such a good girl f’me.” He babbles drunk off the feeling of your cunt.

You moan as he brings his thumb to your puffy clit and begins to rub circles, “so fuckin’ good” he whimpers bringing his head down to suck at your neck. You cry out in pleasure as you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Look at you so pretty and fucked out under me.” He moans.

“Fuck miguel! So good” you moan as you pull his hair. He grunts and brings his mouth to your nipple. “Harder.” You moan.

He groans and bites lightly at your nipple rubbing quicker circles on your clit as he slams his cock harder into your cunt. “Fuck mami,” he groans as he stares at your fucked out state, your tits bouncing with every thrust. “Doing so good Querida.” He kisses your jaw as he thrusts harder, the only sound filling the room being skin against skin. His balls slap your ass with every thrust.

“Mm s-so good” you moan barely able to finish your sentence as your brain basically turns to mush from the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot and his thumb on your clit.

“Aww look at you, hm pretty girl?” He smirks as he watches you open your mouth in pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “So drunk off my cock, can’t even speak right.” He grins putting his hand lightly on your throat as you moan.

“M-miggy,” you moan loudly, “‘m gonna come. Can I come? Please amor.” You whine. “Such a good girl.” He says softly taking his hand off your throat to brush the hair from your forehead as he quickens his fingers on your clit. “Come f’me.” He moans.

“Miguel!” You cry out as your legs shake in pleasure as you squirt all over his thick cock. He whimpers in response as your walls squeeze his length. “Shit baby. Pussys suckin’ me in so good.” He whines as he looks at your face still twisting in pleasure from your orgasm.

“‘m gonna come.” He whimpers lowering his head to your neck as he bites down. “Shit shit shit,” he moans his hips stuttering slightly as he nears his release. “‘M so close.”

You whine from the overstimulation and pull his hair, “come f’me miggy.” You moan gripping his hair, “need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck baby. ‘M gonna fill you up so good.” He whimpers as his hips stuttering, coming inside you with a whine. “Shit! Feels so good.” He whimpers as he thrusts his cock into you slowly riding out his orgasm while looking down at the his come dripping from your cunt.

“Did so good f’me baby.” He says softly as he rests his forehead against yours, slowly pulling out. “Love you.” You whine as he pulls out, his eyes on his come dripping out of your pussy.

“I love you too, mi corazón.” He says softly kissing the bites on your shoulder, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No,” you smile at him with messy hair and a fucked out look on your face. “So good to me.”

He smiles at that and gets up off you and the bed to go to the bathroom, “I’ll be right back mi amor. ‘M just gonna get you water and somethin’ to clean you up.” He says softly. You nod at that and watch as he walks from the room into the restroom grabbing a washcloth and wetting it then coming back to you.

“You did so good for me baby,” he whispers as he gets on his knees in front of you and begins softly wiping up his come from between your thighs. “So pretty.” He whispers, kissing your thigh affectionately.

You smile as he lovingly kisses up your body, “te amo.” You whisper staring at him affectionately as he kisses your face.

“Yo también te amo. Mi hermosa esposa.” He smiles finally kissing your lips. “Let’s get you some water then we’ll cuddle, sound good?” (Idk if the Spanish is right)

You nod with a smile, “sounds good, thanks mi amor.” He nods in response walking to the bedside table getting you the bottle of water then walking back. “Drink.” He says softly bringing the water to your lips. You quickly open your mouth and begin to drink the water. “Good girl.” He smiles pulling the bottle away and kisses your nose.

“You’re so pretty.” He smiles staring at your face as he gets in the bed and lays next to you. “So god damn beautiful.” He praises as he kisses every part of your face. “So gorgeous.”

You smile at every praise as you watch your husband worship your beauty. “I love you.” You whisper as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.

He smiles and grabs your waist pressing your back against his chest as he holds you, “I love you too, mi vida.” He whisper pulling you closer, kissing your hair. “Get some sleep baby.”

“G’night.” You whisper as you close your eyes.

“Good night.” He whispers holding you close, as if you could disappear any second. “My pretty girl.”

THE END <3

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(BTW LMK IF ANY OF THE SPANISH IS WRONG. I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

AHHH OMG I LOVED WRITING THIS.

I FULLY BELIEVE MIGUEL WOULD WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON!!

Anyways @hesnotyourslol here you go bookie <3

Translations:

Yo también te amo. Mi hermosa esposa. - I love you too. My beautiful wife