#dom!tyler

[cleosven]

So I made this post about how I should probably write more Tylorpe smut, and immediately a story popped into my head fully formed. I wrote it over a week ago now, but it’s taken me forever to get the guts to publish it because it’s honestly at the furthest edge of my steaminess range, and I get embarrassed just editing it.

Warnings: Dom Tyler, sub Xavier, Xavier likes being called names (like slut and stuff), and Tyler apparently has an emerging daddy kink/power dynamics kink. 

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44707864

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1311085676-in-the-woods-tylorpe-in-the-woods

[autistook]

Billy Boyd & Dom Monaghan, Cast Commentary, the Two Towers

[munsonsmixtapes]

Camping with Tyler and the wranglers and teasing him all day prancing around in a bikini and getting touchy with Boone and then at the end of the night Tyler as punishment Tyler gags you and makes you come over and over until you’re squirming and can’t take anymore and then sweet aftercare and he cuddles you to sleep 🤷‍♀️ just sayin

dom!Tyler x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) choking, fingering, finger sucking

Camping had been your idea. That had been the only reason why Tyler had even agreed to it. He liked it as a whole, but sometimes, spending that much time with his crew was a lot. They were all loud and sometimes it was overstimulating. But since you had suggested it, he was going to go along with it because of how much he loved you. He was always willing to give you whatever you wanted, no questions asked.

That was until he saw you spending a lot of time with Boone. The two of you were laughing and playing in the lake, and even though he knew that neither of you would actually do anything other than be friendly with each other, he couldn't help but feel angry. Jealous. The whole thing upset him to no end and he was taking it out everyone, his happy attitude that he always seemed to have when he was around you had completely turned sour.

But what Tyler didn't know what that you had been wearing that tiny bikini for him. It was his favorite color and everything and you had bought it for the sole purpose of him taking it off. Boone wasn't even supposed to be a pawn in your little game, but when he had been joking around with you, you decided that it was the perfect way to get Tyler's attention.

He had been so busy the past few weeks that you had barely seen him. The two of you were simply friends with benefits, but that didn't mean you weren't allowed to miss him And you had missed him, fully intending on showing him how much.

Tyler was washing dishes from dinner while he angrily watched Boone chase you around the camp site as you held his shirt over your head, giggling as he tried to keep up with you, asking for it back. The two of you weren't together so why did he care if you were hanging out with Boone? All you had been to each other was just another body and he wasn't going to admit that he was kind of hurt by the fact that you had moved on.

And he couldn't even tell anyone why he was upset because you both had decided to keep the whole arrangement between the two of you. It was your little secret and he would have been lying if he had said that he didn't think it was hot.

Tyler managed to wash the dishes without breaking any of them then hurried to his tent to go to bed since you clearly weren't paying him any attention. He knew that he was like a baby, but he couldn't help it. You were supposed to sneak into his tent after everyone went to sleep and he was fully intending on teaching you a lesson.

Unbeknownst to him, you had been keeping an eye on Tyler all day. You didn't realize how easy it was to make him jealous and you fully intended on apologizing, showing him just how sorry you were for hurting his feelings by doing whatever he asked, fully prepared to submit.

Once you were sure that everyone else was asleep, you slowly snuck over to Tyler's tent, unzipping it quickly as to not make any more noise that you needed to. Once the tent was open, you slipped inside, zipping it back before turning to Tyler who was angrily scrolling on his phone.

You took it from him and settled yourself into his lap, moving his hands to your waist before wrapping your arms around his neck. You buried your face into it, pressing kisses to the spot, knowing exactly what to do to get him to forgive you.

"I'm sorry," you murmured against his skin moving up to his lips, giving them a peck. "Really sorry. You're just really hot when you're jealous." Another kiss before you removed your hoodie to reveal your bare chest. "And I've been thinking about fucking you all day," you whined, grinding against him. How was he supposed to be mad at you when you were sitting on his lap looking so pretty, doing that?

You continued to grind on him, but Tyler put it to a stop by pushing you so that your back hit his air mattress. He then pinned you down to it by grabbing hold of your neck as he slid himself inside you, taking no time to pound into you, squeezing your neck as you moaned. Once he saw that he was doing it too tight, he removed his hand and his hands went to his boxers that you had been wearing as sleep shorts.

He removed them then your underwear then raised his middle and ring fingers of his right hand before shoving them inside you, causing you to let out a gasp at the sudden movement. His fingers pumped and he could see how easily they slipped in and out of you, knowing that he needed to say something about it.

"Look how wet you are. Been thinking about me all day, hm?" He asked. "Even when you were with Boone?" His tone was teasing, you you could still hear a hint of jealousy in it.

"I'm always thinking about you," you replied. "About how much I need you."

"Then maybe next time you should tell me instead of trying to make me jealous."

"You're just mad because it worked." He hated how you were always able to read him like a book better than the people he had known for years.

"Getting cocky, hm?" He asked. "You know that I love when you act like a brat, don't you? Gives me a reason to punish you."

His fingers moved harder and faster and you let out a moan as your fingers gripped the sleeping bag underneath you, already feeling yourself getting close.

"Harder," you whined. "Please."

"Alright, but only because you asked nicely." His fingers moved the hardest and fastest they could before they curved, hitting just the right spot to make you come. He kept them there, feeling himself getting even harder as you came, an orgasm coursing through you as you screamed. Normally, he would have been worried about his friends hearing you, but now he kind of liked the idea of them knowing the reason why you weren't able to walk in the morning.

With his free hand, he grabbed a condom from his backpack before handing it to you. You removed his boxers for him then opened the condom before rolling it onto him.

Tyler removed his fingers from you then hovered them over your mouth, wanting to see you lick your slick clean from them.

"Open," he commanded and you did as he asked, opening wide as he pushed them so far down your throat that you began to gag. "C'mon, suck on them."

You did as he asked, sucking on his fingers, closing your eyes as you swirled your tongue around them, making sure to moan dramatically to show him who was really the boss in the situation. You closed your eyes to really drive it home even though you wanted to see him lose his shit over watching you.

"Mmm," you moaned, hoping that he couldn't tell that you weren't faking, getting the very last bit of your slick from his fingers. Apparently he could tell because he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, so far that the tips were almost down your throat, making you gag even more.

He then lined himself up with you before pounding into you, making sure to put all of himself inside you every time. He could hear your muffled moans and that wasn't enough for him. He needed to hear it loud and clear even though he knew exactly what they sounded like even when you weren't fucking.

He took his fingers out of your mouth before pinning your wrists to the air mattress, continuing to pound into you as you cried for him, clenching around his cock as you took all of him, deciding that if this was your punishment, you were going to have to piss him off more often.

"Oh god," you mewled, feeling like you were being ripped apart, but eating up every second. You didn't mind as long as he was going to carry you everywhere the next day. "Tyler, fuck."

"That's right," he replied. "Look how easily you take all of me." His cock slammed into you over and over, watching you come undone underneath him, your back arching, signaling that you were close.

Your vision clouded as you screamed, his name falling from your lips and he fully intended to keep going, wanting to make you come over and over, begging for more until you were limp in his arms, absolutely drunk from his cock.

Tyler kept up his pace, moving to fast that he could his ball slapping against your cunt. He squelching of it because of how wet you were and that mixed with your delicious moans was enough for him to almost come himself. And he finally arrived, something reminiscent of a scream falling from his own lips, but he had no intention of stopping even though you both had come.

He could see it, the hunger in your eyes as he fucked you, wanting more even he was doing the most he could, feeling the sweat dripping down his body because of how much work he had been putting in.

You clenched around him again, your legs pin straight as you stretched them out, your toes curling as your heels dug into the mattress. You hands moved up to his back scratching down it as he continued to slam into you over and over, seeing that you were crying for him again, your third orgasm on the rise.

You came again and again and as soon as Tyler watched you go limp, your hands slipping from him. He could see that you were goind dumb on him and he decided to pull out.

He disposed of the condom and cleaned the both of you up with the towels that he had brought for just that. Tyler would never admit that he loved the aftercare part of sex. At least, he loved it with you. He loved getting the both of you cleaned up then snuggling with you afterwards, hearing your soft breathing as you fell asleep in his arms.

He helped you get into his sleeping bag, not even caring that you were practically on top of each other as he pulled you into his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you both feel asleep.

[iiluvkiss]

gay toxic ship, lets go

[ultralspblr]

The Pop Out: Ken and Friends

- June 19, 2024, Inglewood, CA

[autistook]

that's all

[munsonsmixtapes]

need enemies to lovers with a rich girl x tyler owens using her and being so cocky when fucking her 😋

Tyler Owens x rich!fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap is before you smack it) dom!Tyler, dom!reader fingering, reader and Tyler smoke a joint, cockwarming, oral (f receiving) nipple play

Tyler had never been a huge fan of you. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he just knew that the two of you weren’t going to get along. You had come from money whereas he had made his and he didn’t like that you had never worked a day in your life to achieve with what you had.

He watched you move around town in your designer clothing and handbags and the thing was that you were nice. You were sweet, not even close to the stuck up girl Tyler thought you to be. He always knew rich people to be rude and always on a high horse, but that wasn’t like you in the slightest.

And you were hot. So hot that it was unfair. And Tyler hated that he wanted you. Badly. You were nothing like the kind of woman he was into, but that was what he liked about you.

You were also from the city. A friend that Kate had made when she lived in New York. And if she liked you, surely you had to be good company, right? Tyler wouldn’t have known because he always seemed to leave the room when you entered it. And it wasn’t because he didn’t want to talk to you. God, did he want to talk to you. But it was because he couldn’t stop looking at you.

Anytime he watched you, he couldn’t help but look at your mouth, wondering what your lips tasted like. They always had a pretty sheen to them because of your lip gloss and he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to nibble on your bottom one often.

He found himself wanting to pull it from your teeth and have a taste from himself, wanting to know if your lips were as soft as they looked. The thought was plaguing him, driving him absolutely made. But he’d never do it. He felt like he wasn’t deserving of it. Especially with the harsh words he had said to you.

You didn’t like Tyler either and found yourself in the same predicament, wanting to kiss him absolutely stupid until you both needed to come up for air. You wanted to stick your tongue into his mouth, desperate to know what he tasted like. Probably like the cigarettes he always smoked and the gum he chewed to cover it up.

“Y/n?” Kate called your name, but you still weren’t listening. “Y/n, hello.” She waved her hand in front of your face, but you still seemed to be off in your own little world, staring at Tyler who seemed to be totally oblivious.

“Hm?” You asked, finally turning back to her and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Can’t stop staring at the cowboy, can you?”

“He’s not a cowboy,” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t staring.”

“Oh, sorry, ogling,” she corrected with a roll of her eyes.

“I wasn’t ogling either.”

“I say you go for it,” she said, turning back to Tyler, but he seemed to already have his eyes on you.

“Go for what?” Surely she couldn't have been talking about what she thought you were.

“Tyler," she replied as if it were obvious and you didn't like what she was implying. You and Tyler? Sure, maybe if he was the last man on earth and vibrators ceased to exist.

“No way.”

“Why not? He’s sweet.” Sweet? Was she forgetting the endless names that man had called you since you had come into town? You had kept a tally in your phone to keep track.

“That is not the word I would use to describe him.”

“Then what would you use?” Boone asked as he draped an arm over your shoulder. “Dreamy?” He asked with a dramatic sigh.

“Cocky,” you corrected, turning to him. “He's a womanizer. A whore.”

“Shit, darlin’” you heard a voice from behind you and cringed. “If I was a womanizer, I definitely wouldn’t be going home alone right now.”

You turned around to see Tyler putting on his jacket, preparing to head out. He shot you a wink then stuffed hands in his pockets before heading towards the front door. Before you could stop yourself, you were following him, letting your heels stomp against the hardwood as you headed to the foyer.

"Hang on a second," you said as you slipped on your jacket and followed Tyler out the door. He bounded down the steps of the front porch and you weren't able to keep up as you tried not to stumble. But you finally caught up to him, determined to follow him wherever he was going.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" He asked as you fell into step with him.

"Yes! Who else would I be talking to?"

"Well forgive me if I find it a little weird that you're chasing me."

"I want to talk to you."

"About what?" He asked, then his eyes fell to your shoes. "I'm honestly surprised that you can walk in those." He then turned back and continued down the street.

He was getting away and was walking too fast for you to keep up. You looked around, trying to find a way to get his attention and then it hit you. You quickly threw yourself onto the sidewalk with a loud thud, landing on your ass and clutching your ankle. As you went down, you let out a yelp, making sure that it was loud enough for Tyler to hear.

He stopped in his tracks and as soon as he saw that you were hurt, he rushed to you, crouching in front of you to see what was wrong. His face flashed with worry and you were sure that you had never seen him look at you like that before.

His eyebrows were knit together and his hands hovered over yours, almost as if he had been afraid to touch you. And he was. He knew that if he did touch you, he wouldn't be able to stop. He wanted to run his hands up your smooth looking thighs and to grab onto your hips as he pumped his cock in and out of you as you cried for him to go harder.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" He asked, his tone laced with concern.

"It's my ankle," you said, trying your best to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. Maybe it was mean to make him worry like that, but you were just wanting to see just how capable he was of caring for you. Clearly a lot.

"Here, let me see," he moved his hands towards the zipper of your boot and you couldn't hold back your laughs anymore. You had him right where you wanted him and it was intriguing to see how quick he was to abandon all of his dislike for you when he saw you in a vulnerable position.

"I was just fucking with you," you laughed, maybe a bit too hard and Tyler didn't even have it in himself to be upset because you were just so damn cute.

"That's real mean, Manhattan," he shook his head. "But I'll let it slide because you're cute. Now let me help you." You didn't miss that comment and let him pull down the zipper of each boot and he carefully pulled them off your feet. You had no trouble walking in them, but you appreciated that he cared about you enough to want you not to wear them.

Tyler held out his hand for you and you reluctantly took it as he helped you to your feet, neither of you letting go as you continued down the street. His was rough and warm, just like you hoped it would have been and you couldn't help but wonder what it would have felt like to have it between-

"Do you want a drink?" He asked, letting his hand slip from yours as he stepped up the porch to his house. You did want a drink. You really needed one in order to be around him and not want to stick your tongue down his throat.

"I'd love one," you nodded as he took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. "What do you have?"

"Beer, some white wine, and I think I have some tequila if you want to do shots."

"I could go for a shot," you nodded. That sounded really good at the moment. Tyler unlocked the door and opened it before stepping to the side, letting you go in first. You looked around the place, deciding that it looked exactly like you thought it would. Not that you were imagining what his house looked like.

You honestly never thought you'd be in that situation since you always seemed to be at each other's throats, but it seemed that the alcohol had mellowed the both of you out.

You turned to him and watched as he grabbed a couple of shot glasses from the cabinet above him and took the opportunity to stare at his ass that his jeans hugged, almost liket they were made for him personally.

You sat on one of the stools at the island and set your purse in front of you, wondering what alternate dimension you had entered considering that you were actually in Tyler Owens's house, about to have take a shot with him.

"It's tequila," he said, pulling you out of your thoughts, holding the glass out to you. He then rounded the island, standing in front of you, looking he walked straight out of a cowboy romance with his ridiculous hat and cowboy boots that should not looked as hot on him as they did.

"Thank you," you nodded at him and he stepped closer as he held his glass closer to you. You could smell the cologne that wafted off him and felt like that was making you feel drunk because of how good it smelled. It was woodsy and musky, a great mix with the cigarettes he had been smoking.

"Sure," he nodded. "What should we cheers to?"

"Um," you thought about it. "I don't know. Do we have to cheers to anything?"

"I guess not," he shrugged and the two of you clinked your glasses together before downing the shots, both making faces of discomfort as it burned all the way down. He then reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out what looked like a joint, something you weren't aware that he smoked, but then again, you didn't really know anything about him.

"Wanna smoke?" He asked and your mind suddenly betrayed you, images of you shotgunning from him plaguing your mind. The shotgunning suddenly would turn into kissing, the slow, but filthy kind as your tongues tangled together. He'd then push up your shirt to undo your bra and he'd fuck you senseless right there on the island, making you cry for him.

"Sure," you nodded. "But can we shotgun it? I think that will be easier for me." Tyler's eyes widened at you as he rolled the joint between his fingers, wondering what had gotten into you. Just a few minutes before, you had called him a womanizer and a whore, but that wasn't something he took offense to. In fact, he actually took it as a compliment.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Why not? Have you done it before?"

"Mhm," you nodded once again and Tyler put the joint between his lips before lighting up. He inhaled the smoke and you didn't know why you found it so hot. You weren't supposed to like him, but here you were, about to smoke with him, a more intimate way of doing it.

Tyler held the smoke in his mouth and stepped closer to you, his hands hesitantly reaching up to rest his hands on your cheeks. They were rough and warm and now you weren't sure you could ever let him go, feeling so safe in his touch.

He pulled you forward and your hands moved to his waist, his lips gently pressing to yours, both of your mouths opening as he pushed the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled it, trying to not think about how good to have his lips against yours, wanting to take the leap and turn it into a kiss, but deciding against it. That wasn't what you were there for. You were just going to accept that nothing was going to happen between the two of you.

But as soon as the smoke as been inhaled, Tyler's lips moved against yours, soft and gentle. You responded quickly, moving in rhythm with him, letting him take whatever he wanted as he deepened it, tilting your head back as he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

You let out an involuntary moan as his tongue swirled around yours and he was quick to pull away. You stared, trying to chase his lips, but he was too far away now.

"I'm sorry," he licked his lips. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?"

"Because we don't like each other, y/n," he said as if you needed the reminded.

"Maybe I don't like you, but I can't deny my attraction to you. I've been thinking about what you would taste like for months." Being so vulnerable was scary to you, but you were just trying to make him feel better.

"You're telling that you've been fantasizing about me? You?"

"Yes," you sighed. "Me, Tyler. I bet you'd believe me if you could feel how wet I am." His widened at you as you stood from the stool, striding towards him. You then took his hand and slid it underneath your skirt, heading straight for your cunt. You helped him cup it, feeling your slick through the fabric of your thong.

"See?" You asked, batting your eyelashes. "I want this just as much as you do." Without a warning, his hand dipped into your thong, his fingers being shoved into your cunt. You let out a loud moan and that only encouraged him.

"So fucking wet," he chuckled, stepping closer to you and you turned your back to him, pressing it against his chest to give him better access. His fingers dug deeper inside of you and he grabbed onto your chin with his free hand, forcing you to turn towards him, pressing his lips to yours, wanting to feel you moan into his mouth, wanting to feel your hot breaths on his skin.

"Oh my god," you whined as his fingers curved, hitting just the right spot and just when you were about to hit your peak, he removed his fingers from you.

"Nope," he shook his head with a chuckle, moving so that his lips were hovering over the shell of your ear. "You can cum when I'm inside of you." He then put his fingers into his mouth, giving them a rough suck before pressing his lips to yours roughly as his hands moved up your skirt, grabbing hold of the waist band and pulling them down and once they pooled at your feet, you kicked them aside.

His hands slid up your skirt once again, but this time to hold onto your bare ass. He then let his hands moved down to your thighs, gripping them and helping your wrap your legs around his waist before he carried you to the couch. He threw you down onto it and went to grab a condom from his pocket, but realized that he didn't have one.

"Shit, I don't have a condom," he said and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him.

"I have one," you replied but made no move to get it. "But I kind of like the idea of feeling you inside me."

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yep," you nodded and Tyler quickly unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter then removed his pants and underwear before collapsing onto the couch next to you.

Your eyes widened at how big he was, seeing precum already leaking from him. Your mouth watered as your found yourself wanting to suck him off, but maybe another time.

He grabbed hold of your waist and helped you climb on top of him and you both moaned as you settled yourself on his dick. Your hips bucked against his as you rode him, the most delicious sounds leaving his mouth you did so. You grabbed onto his shoulders, watching him already come undone underneath you and you were going to keep that image and lock it away forever.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he whined and you felt yourself getting even more wet at hearing him make those kinds of noises.

"I know I am, baby," you cooed. "I knew you couldn't resist me." You were getting so cocky and as hot as Tyler thought it was, he thought that it was his job.

"Nope," he replied, grabbing hold of your waist and pushing you down onto the couch, pinning you there. He then pounded into you, the sound of you crying out being music to his ears. This is what he liked, what he was used to. He liked being the dominant one. It was what he was good at. "I'm the cocky one, Manhattan."

"Wow," he chuckled. "Look at how you're already crying out for me. Taking me so well, darlin'." he continued to pound into you, his hands gripping your wrists a little too tightly, but you actually kind of liked it. Maybe if you were lucky, there would be bruises. A physical reminder of what had happened, something that would show you that it was all real and not a figment of your imagination.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you moaned, clenching around his cock. "Want to feel all of you."

"Look at you, getting all ambitious. Think you can take it all, honey?"

"Just do it, please." You were begging for him now and there was no fucking that he could say no.

"Alright, you asked for it, doll," he replied and pushed all of himself inside of you. He watched you clench around him again and he let out a moan of his own, loving the way he felt inside of you, loving that there was no barrier between the two of you, only making the whole thing more intimate.

Tyler lowered himself on top of you, pressing a kiss to your lips, his tongue finding yours once again. You moaned once again his mouth and he groaned against your lips. You were driving him absolutely crazy in the best possible way.

"Gonna fuck you until we both cum and then I'm gonna give you the best head of your life," he said against your lips. "How does that sound?"

"Mhm," you nodded, feeling dizzy, not sure how much more you could take, but wanting to hold on as long as possible.

"Use your words, darlin'."

"Yes," you nodded once he pulled away. "It sounds perfect."

Tyler pounded into you once more, thrusting his cock in and out of you, watching you rapidly drift away, wanting to fuck you until you could no longer form proper sentences. Wanting to get you drunk from your orgasm.

You cried out for him continuously, unsure of how you could sleep with anyone else when he was giving you the best time of your life. But you supposed that was the point so you would have no choice but to come back to him. And you had no problem with that. But that didn't mean that you suddenly liked him. You still thought he was a cocky asshole. But he was a cocky asshole who knew how to fuck.

"Already close are you?" He chuckled. "Manhattan, this is only the beginning.

"I'm good," you slurred. "I'm-oh my god," your words were cut off by an orgasm ripping through you. Tyler watched you come absolutely undone and he was getting close himself.

He wasn't far behind you, and you felt his cum leak inside of you as he reached his climax, howling as he did so. And he looked so hot doing it, his eyes shut tight, his hands holding onto your wrists for dear life.

Once you had both come down from it, Tyler lowered himself back down onto you, resting his head onto your chest, hearing the steady rhythm of your heart beating. It was pounding and he smiled to himself as he knew he was the reason for it.

You reached your hand up and ran your hand through his hair and he felt his eyes flutter closed at how comfortable he felt. He had never felt this at home with anyone. Whenever he slept with anyone, he wasn't one for aftercare or cuddling, but here he was, perfectly happy being there with you.

He then pulled away and pressed another kiss to your lips before helping you remove your shirt, wanting to see what you looked like. He was sure that you looked beautiful, but he wanted to be sure.

He let out a gasp at your very scandalous, lacy bra, wondering if you had worn it for him. Well, of course you didn't. You didn't like him so who would you have been wearing lingerie for? He didn't know why he cared. He didn't like you and it was very likely that you were wearing it for yourself. But nonetheless, you looked irresistible and he needed to know what you looked like underneath, even though it could partially see through the sheer panels.

"Fuck," he he groaned and before he could stop himself, he was lowering himself down, his lips pressing to the fabric, open mouthed kisses all over it.

You let out a gasp at the feeling, the now wet fabric sticking to you, but you hardly minded. He then unhooked your bra, quick to throw it to the side and take your nipple into his mouth, desperate to know what it tasted like.

Your fingers wound into his hair as he licked and sucked on the sensitive spot, taking his time, not feeling the need to rush. He wanted to make you feel good at his own pace, wanting you to beg for him.

Moan after moan fell from your lips and he loved that he was able to get such sounds from you just with his mouth. God, how was he so good at it and how did he somehow know exactly what you liked without even asking?

He then moved on to the other one, giving it the same attention then kissed all way down to the spot right above your cunt. He spread your legs wide letting out a dramatic gasp as he looked down at it.

"Still so wet for me, hm?" He asked. "Bet you taste so good. Wanna eat my cum out of you." God, he had such a filthy mouth and that was something that you were really starting to like about him. That he was shameless about what he liked.

"Go ahead," you told him. "Need your mouth on my cunt," you whined.

"Gonna need you to beg for me, doll," he said, his lips hovering right over your cunt.

"Tyler, please. I need you." You were begging with so much urgency but he felt like he needed just one more push and he would comply.

"One more, doll. Just one more and I'll give you the best head of your life."

"Tyler, c'mon. I swear to god, if you don't-" your words were cut off by him shoving his face into your cunt and you let out a gasp as his nose brushed it.

He put his mouth on your cunt and sucked on it slowly, licking back and forth across it wanting to savor the taste of you. Sure, he liked the actual penetrative part of sex, but giving head was definitely his favorite part. He loved the way every woman tasted different, that they liked different things when it came down to it and he loved figuring out what they liked every time, playing little games to guess.

He continued to lick and suck on your clit, your hands moving to his hair, giving it a tug and he let out a moan of his own at the feeling. It was like you knew that he loved to have his hair pulled.

He moved down to your slit and let his tongue tease it, not fully going inside you, still taking his sweet time to pleasure you. He draped your legs over his shoulders and dove in further, continue to lick and suck at a leisurely pace and you were eating it up, responding with nothing but whimpers and moans as the feeling.

Just when you were getting close, Tyler stuck his tongue inside of you, causing your back to arch in pleasure as he did so. He swirled it around in circles and then let it curve, hitting just the right spot for you to orgasm. You could let him do that exact thing for hours, never getting tired of the feeling.

Tyler removed his tongue from you and went back to your slit, letting his teeth slide across it, a scream ripping through you as he did so. And he swore that if he could've been right there for the rest of his life, he would have never complained about anything ever again. He wouldn't have had any reason to. He wanted to taste you forever.

He then finally pulled away from you, using his shirt to wipe your slick from his face, but leaving the bit on his chin so he could lick it up, wanting to get every last drop.

"Fuck," you sighed as you collapsed onto the couch. "You can do that whenever you want."

"Oh," he chuckled. "I intend to." He pressed another kiss to your lips then put on his underwear before helping you from the couch. He then helped you put your shirt and took you by the hand before leading you up the stairs, fully intending to keep you up the rest of the night.

[talaok]

Hello,

I was wondering if it were possible to write a Tyler galpin x reader smut where he is like basically feral and running on pure instinct? I'm a big fan of your writing and it would much appreciated 👍

Thank you~~~~

pairing: Dom!Tyler Galpin x Sub!Fem!reader summary:Tyler teaches you a lesson after you messed up Warnings: not exactly con, face fucking, shit ton of degrading, MeanasfuckDom!Tyler, unprotected penetrative sex, choking and slapping a/n: This is a lot, I'm serious, so please don't read it if you are impressionable or in any way triggered by any of the warnings. That said, I wrote this while writing an essay about a saint, so yeah, that was an experience.

You’ve gotta learn

"I'm sorry" you said, for the thousand time since you had entered the room. His room, his blue-walled room, filled with posters and CDs. A normal teenager's room, where one should do their homework and dream of the future. But that was before, before Marilyn Thornhill, before the hyde, before he had killed and killed countless innocent souls. Now it was a facade, a distant reminder of what it could have been, of what he could have been. “I’m really sorry Tyler” your eyes were starting to wet, pathetic useless tears were threatening to spill out of them “ I fucked up”  “Fuck if you did” he said harshly “you had one job and you still managed to fuck it up” he yelled “I swear to god if I get caught because of you “ his index finger pointed threateningly at you “I don’t even fucking know “ he exhaled, dropping his hands by his side. “I’m sorry” you mumbled as a tear streamed down your face. “Are you serious?” He stepped towards you “Are you fucking crying?” You gulped. He was scary when he was mad. You had seen it before, since you began helping him you had uncovered shades of him that you had never met. Things he hid from the word, moments of rage, of anger so powerful you had found yourself fearing for your life. Wondering if you were gonna get out alive, or if his feral eyes were gonna be the last thing you ever saw. And now there it was again, the Tyler nobody knew, the real one, towering over you. “I’m so-“ a sob interrupted your words. “Oh stop” he said annoyed, “ you think your apologies will change something?” he hissed and you looked at your shoes, not able to bear his gaze anymore “huh?” He tilted his head to meet your eyes “answer me” “N-no. You’re right” you sobbed now, not in control of your emotions. "Stop " he gritted "Or I'll give you something to fucking cry about" he gripped your face  "and I won't stop even when you beg" he inhaled your scent "not until you'll have no more tears left "  You looked at him apologetically “I-I” “Choose your words wisely y/n” his low voice seemed calmer now, but you knew he wasn’t. That was the tone he used when he knew what he wanted, and was determined to get it. And you knew what he wanted. “I’m sorry” another tear wet your face. He smirked, because he knew, because you had done just what he wanted you to. “Get on your knees” You looked at him, fear very clear in your irides. The last time this happened you ended up having to hide bruises all over your body. “Tyler-“ “Get on your knees y/n, and open your mouth” You did. “Maybe this way you’ll learn to shut up” He unzipped his pants and they pooled at his feet with his boxers. His cock sprained right in front of you. Staring at you threateningly. “Stick your tongue out” he ordered, as he gathered your hair in his fist. You obeyed again, and he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him, before he slowly pushed his dick into your mouth. You gagged once his tip hit the back of your throat, and he groaned, not stopping but pushing himself even deeper. More tears pooled in your eyes. “What, you don’t have anything to say anymore?” He retracted his hips and thrust hard back into your mouth “No more pathetic apologies?” He did it again, his grip on your hair getting stronger. He chuckled “ it’s hard to do that with my dick in your mouth”  Your bare knees were hurting, bent against the cold tiles.  He pushed himself into you again “isn’t it?” He humiliated you, as he started going faster, strings of saliva falling and sticking all over your chin. "Isn't it?" he asked again, yanking your head back. He wanted you to answer. As if the mascara down your face and your knees on the floor weren't enough. You nodded, humming in agreement around his cock. He chuckled "such a fucking slut" before resuming his rhythm. "you just have to be told everything" he kept going " so fucking pathetic" "i have to do this you see?" he growled "or else you're never gonna fucking learn"  "you understand?" he asked, choking you on his dick, like you could have answered.  you stared at him, your eyes red from the tears and your face wet from both them and your own spit. you had never felt so impotent in your life, completely at the mercy of someone else, not strong enough to fight back, but most importantly, most scarily, too in love to even try. Because that was the truth. You loved him, you loved him more than you loved yourself, more than your own life. He was a monster, a killer, a criminal, and yet he protected you, he held you and he was there, he was always there for you. So even at times like this, even when you knew something wrong was happening you couldn't help but think it was for him. You were helping him, just like he had helped you times and times before. And yes, of course, the modality was really diffrent, but the outcome was the same. What were a couple bruises compared to his face afterward? Compared to all he had done for you? And so you nodded, granting him what he wanted, what he needed. "tell me what you understood" he ordered, removing his cock from your mouth. You coughed softly "Y-you are doing it for m-me" you answered stuttering "Why?" he pushed himself into your mouth again, taking you by surprise. More tears traveled to your chin before he took it out. "T-to make me l-learn" "That's right" he said, bending down to you "don't you think you should thank me?"  You swallowed nervously "t-thank you" you bit your lip "thank you Tyler" you whispered almost inaudibly. "What's this?" he asked angrily, grabbing your face "I want you to properly thank me" Your eyes widened, part of you thought he was gonna be more clement this time, but turns out you were wrong. "Quickly before I make you" he said, calmly threatening you. "O-ok"  Your trembling hands went to unbutton your shirt and as you started his cold voice interrupted you "faster" he ordered impatiently, and so you did, unbuttoning everything before you took the garment off. His eyes fell to your breasts, covered only by a black lacey bra. "take it off" he growled You did, freezing a moment to let him take in all of you. Then you got up, stumbling a bit, but succeeding nonetheless, and you looked at him in the eyes, like you knew he wanted, and also to spot any signs of a mistake, as you unzipped your skirt, and pulled it down, stepping out of it. once his expression didn't change, anger mixed with hunger always predominant in his eyes, you kept going, pulling your panties down too. you stopped now. "what are you waiting for?"  you looked behind you at the bed and then back at him. There was no getting out of it. you were gonna do it for him your heart started racing as you sat down on the bed, glancing at him one last time before laying down. You slowly bent your knees and then spread your legs. He appeared next to you and you watched as he got on the bed, slowly getting on top of you. He gripped your face, your cheeks squeezed between his hand as he scrutinized you, every single inch of your face "You're gonna be good?" he said "Mh?"  "Y-yes"  "good" he let you go, his hand going to his cock to position it at your entrance, while his other one slid up your chest all the way to your neck. He gripped it, and you whimpered. Turtleneck it was. "shh" he shushed you, as he entered you slowly, a pace you knew was gonna be forgotten in about a second. "Shut up" his grip got tighter "You've gotta learn" He looked at you, a faint smirk ghosting over his face. "don't you?" He didn't give you time to agree with him as he thrust out and in you again strongly, your whole body bouncing back against the headboard. Fuck that hurt. You gasped and he didn't even acknowledge you as he did it again, and then again, and again. "so fucking stupid" his dick was pounding into you relentlessly, not an ounce of mercy in his thrusts "need to be told everything" his grip was getting tighter again "need to be taught everything" it was getting hard to breathe "need to have my dick in your mouth" he bent down closer to you, his words firing at your face "in your pussy" you were trying to gasp for air as your vision went blurry "to learn when to shut up" "T-Tyl-" you tried speaking "You said you'd be good y/n"  "I can't- I can't breath-" "I know" he said coldly, and your heart dropped. maybe this was really gonna be it. "pl-please" you begged, a tear streaming down your face. "fuck you're pathetic" he kept his hand where it was, his thrusts getting harder "such a cry baby" he kept going, your head hitting the wooden headboard again " I liked you better when you couldn't talk"  Black dots soiled your sight. "Tyle-" you tried again, but one of his hands came down your cheek, slapping you, your head swang to the side. Your mouth widened, but no sounds came out. "shut the fuck up" he grunted "I'm almost done" There was blood on your lips. He was still going, his grip on your neck always the same, just like his pace, and you were bleeding, trying to get some air in your lungs. This was Tyler, And this was you. "fuck you feel good" he groaned, his grip unintentionally loosening as his thrust got sloppier "Such a slut" His cock twitched inside you "such a fucking slut" he came, groaning loudly. You looked at him, your eyes empty, tired, looking for something, even an ounce of emotion, any at all to go on off, and he looked away, pulling out of you.

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 30: Daddy

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Derek didn’t like being called “Daddy”.

The werewolf bristled whenever his boyfriend, Stiles, would call him it during sex, but would try to brush it off. It wasn’t because of anything too bad, really. Derek just associated the name with being old. When he’d admitted his dislike of the word to Stiles, Stiles understood, but there was a clear disappointment on his face. 

At first, Stiles accepted it and opted to call Derek “Daddy” in his head, yet after one day of looking through one of Peter’s magic books he got a mischievous idea…

Derek came home from work, his muscles feeling slightly achy from a long day at the auto shop. A dazed smile was on his face as he smelt whatever delicious thing Stiles was cooking in the kitchen, mingled with some random incense that was burning throughout the house.

“Hey Stiles,” Derek said as he walked into the kitchen, hugging his boyfriend from behind.

Stiles smiled back, “Oh hey there,” he greeted back, a playful tone evident in his voice. “Did you have a good day at work… Daddy?”

Instead of cringing like usual, Derek was surprised when he felt his cock immediately rocket to life. His seven inches went full mast the mere second he’d heard Stiles call him “Daddy”, even feeling goosebumps erupt all over his body as he shuddered with unfamiliar pleasure. 

“Um, y-yeah,” Derek stammered, his cock throbbing with intense need. He was confused over how turned on he was, but that curiosity rapidly disappeared and his face broke out into a playful smirk. Of course Stiles called him “Daddy”, as he frequently did in the bedroom.

Derek tightened his grip on his boyfriend and playfully rutted his hard cock against his butt.

Stiles pushed back into it. “Oh,” he grinned, “I guess you’re feeling a little frisky, huh… Daddy?”

Derek tensed up as his cock throbbed even more, twitching and leaking precum into his boxers. He felt so tortuously horny, licking his beard-framed lips with want…

Derek cocked his eyebrow and reached upwards with one hand, running it over his previously smooth face. The lower half of his face was covered with a thick, black beard that felt so large that it would’ve taken a few months to grow. It wasn’t Santa big, yet it was big enough to where it went past the typical gymbro beard and bordered Daddy-territory.

“Hey, Stiles, do I…?” Derek’s voice trailed off as he was about to ask Stiles if he looked different, feeling silly all of a sudden.

Of course Derek had a beard. He’d begun growing one the year he and Stiles had started dating, loving the way his beard tickled his boyfriend’s neck as he’d hungrily suck on it. Plus, he loved the way Stiles would shudder as his beard rubbed the inside of his thighs as he sucked him off, making sure he was a good daddy by taking care of his boy’s needs.

Stiles turned around and looked up at Derek with wide, admiring eyes. “What?” he asked.

Derek blushed a little and scratched at his beard. “Nothin’” he shrugged, “just having a weird day, I guess.”

Stiles mock frowned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Well, why don’t you change out of your work clothes, and I’ll finish getting dinner ready… Daddy.”

Derek bit down on his lip as his cock surged once more, feeling as if he was about to explode right there. “Y-yeah,” he panted, jerking back at the sound of his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Be right back.”

As he walked upstairs to their bedroom, Derek could’ve sworn that his voice sounded deeper. It wasn’t exaggeratedly deeper, but the baritone resonated a lot more and there was a more mature quality to it, almost manlier.

The werewolf kept puzzling over it as he entered his and Stiles’s bedroom and began to take off his grease-stained work clothes. As he shucked his pants, his hard cock bobbed wildly in front of him, and he was on the fence between taking care of it real quick and rushing downstairs to ask Stiles to handle it.

Snickering, he opted for the latter and made a move towards the door, clad only in boxers, when he stopped in front of the mirror and gasped loudly.

Derek leaned in even closer to his altered reflection in disbelief, marveling at the array of grays that peppered his hair and beard. As he ran a shaky hand through his salt-and-pepper colored hair, Derek finally noticed the new lines that were near his eyes, indicating the slight beginnings of crows feet.

His heart raced in his chest as he looked like he was much older than he should’ve been, however, his cock throbbed once more and his fear evaporated into thin air.

“What a day,” Derek sighed, rubbing his mature face with his hands. Of course he looked a bit older for his age. He was a total daddy after all, and having a boyish face wouldn’t play into that role. 

Shaking his head at his dazed feeling, Derek went back downstairs, his tented boxers out in front of himself.

When he entered the kitchen, Stiles’s grin grew even wider as he looked his boyfriend up and down. “If you need some help with that, you gotta give me a second because this is boiling,” he said, gesturing at the pot on the stove. “But it shouldn’t take too long… Daddy.”

Derek grunted as his cock spasmed again, a large wet mark starting to form on the front of his tented boxers from his precum drooling out his hard member. He put on a coy smile of his own, crossing his arms in front of his hairy chest. “Well, you better make it quick, ‘cause Daddy’s getting impatient,” he grunted.

Again, Derek felt like something was off as he looked down at his hairy chest. The older hunk could’ve sworn that his chest was naturally smooth and typically devoid of any hair, but that thought was quickly proven wrong as he stared down at his hairy pecs and stomach. In fact, his whole body seemed to be covered in coarse, black hair. It covered his strong arms, thick legs, and even disappeared into his tented out boxers. 

Derek snorted at himself. Of course he was hairy, and he’d always melted at the sensation of Stiles running his fingers through his thick chest hair. He just chalked up his foggy brain to his insane horniness that he felt, his cock aching for his boyfriend to touch.

Derek squirmed in place, his cock twitching madly as Stiles finished up at the stove. Once the burner was turned off, Derek couldn’t contain himself anymore and eagerly rushed forward, easily tossing the smaller guy over his shoulder as he stomped towards the couch.

Stiles laughed. “Damn, I guess you’re really frisky,” he giggled, “…Daddy.”

“Hnng,” Derek bellowed as his cock leaked even more precum, his thudding footsteps sounding heavier and much louder than normal.

For the millionth time that hour, Derek scrunched up his face in confusion as he lumbered towards the couch. The way his thighs rolled over each other as he waddled felt wrong to him. Whereas Stiles felt lighter in his hold for some reason, Derek felt as if his own chest was much heavier than it should’ve been. He glanced downward at his hairy pecs, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull at the way his bulbous pecs jutted out in front of him, having ballooned to such a large size. They blocked the view of anything south, forcing Derek to stare at his hairy mounds and the tips of his nubby nipples. He blushed as he felt a foreign jiggling at his gut, and upon glancing at his blurry reflection in the TV, he could make out a large, hairy musclegut that his large pectorals rested upon. His boxers had magically disappeared, and the werewolf nearly sputtered at his massive ten inch monster cock that bobbed in front of him. Even his hairy butt had bubbled out, jutting out from his broadened back at a large angle. To finalize his growth, Derek’s arms had doubled in muscle, explaining away at how Stiles felt lighter.

It was hard to deny it now, as Derek stared at his altered reflection. The large muscled up, hairy older man who stared back at him from the TV’s glare. He finally pieced together what was happening: Derek was turning into a total daddy.

And he loved it.

As shocked as he was, Derek’s panic was quickly replaced with lust as he flexed his free arm with power, loving how big and manly it looked. He knew deep down that Stiles had somehow played a hand in this, and he loved him even more for it. Mental images of the two of them out in public, Derek completely dwarfing his smaller boyfriend who called him “Daddy” for all to hear filled him a giddy excitement, and he couldn’t wait to have Stiles run his fingers through his chest hair.

Derek tossed Stiles down onto the couch and loomed over him, smirking hungrily down at him. He couldn’t resist leaning forward and flexing his beefy, hairy muscles. “Who’s your daddy?” he bellowed in his deeper voice.

Stiles could only grin back up at him in anticipation before lowly whispering, “You… Daddy.”

“Uuughh!” Derek grunted as he came, loving how his bulky muscles bounced as his cock erupted, shooting his fat load up onto his hairy pecs. He knew deep down that he’d just cemented his transformation into a muscle daddy, but the second he looked down at his boyfriend, his enlarged cock shot straight back to life, and he pounced, forcing Stiles to take care of his daddy all night long.

[hcavillismysuperman]

[nthtotaldramasideblog]

If the Total Drama characters went to the 'Hazbin Hotel' Afterlife

So some of these choices might become out of date when new Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss seasons come out, but here are my thoughts of, if I ever wanted write up a Hazbin Hotel fusion au, where I would put all the characters.

The bottom tier, is for characters who were either annoying but not necessarily evil, or could obliviously help people, or were on the selfish side, basically all the weird neutral ones. Doesn't help that we don't know for sure what makes a soul go to Heaven.

Anyway, hope you enjoy, happy to hear any thoughts!

[peterpanfromlemonland]

Don't Hyde From Me (ch16 The Monster and his Princess)

TW/CW: smut, smut, smut, dom Tyler, possessive Tyler, mean Tyler, "daddy", degrading, biting, dubcon

Class had ended for the day, everyone headed out to their respective locations. Neil and Sam had invited Tyler and Hoa to sit with them at lunch, Hoa agreed but the boy had different plans. As the two of them made their way to the quad to relax and sit with the two men, Tyler pulled Hoa to the side- away from any curious eyes- and pinned her against a wall in the dimly lit room they were in. It was empty, other than the two lovers who tumbled inside- the room seemed to have been an abandoned classroom. Dead and withered plants lined the walls and tables, the perfect place to carry out Tyler’s plans.

“Tyler,” the girl groaned, she was getting tired of this behavior, “Please stop messing around, we have things to do-” before she could get a chance to finish scolding the boy his lips were already on hers. He was forceful, trying to pry her lips apart using his tongue- he wanted every bit of her. Tyler could feel the hyde clawing its way out, the monster wanted to take control and mark its territory- his territory. Hoa tried to push him away, she needed air, the boy was too eager and hungry for her touch.

“Who gives a fuck about those plans?” Tyler growled as his lips left hers, his eyes were clouded with aggression and lust, “The only thing that’s important right now is making sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He hissed one last time before he swooped down to bite at her lips, harsh enough to draw blood, the monster was just as bloodthirsty as she was. Tyler had seen the way the other men had looked at Hoa, as if she were some prize to be won, he hated it. 

“Not here, Ty,” Hoa managed to wriggle free, “Just be patient, okay?”

“Oh, Princess,” the young man smirked, the hyde side of him was now in control, “I’ve waited all damn day!” He shoved her against the wall again, this time making sure she wouldn’t escape him. Tyler’s kisses were relentless, ruthless, he knew what he was doing to her and he loved when he had all of this control over her. His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her closer to him as his tongue shoved its way past her lips- tangling with hers he couldn’t help but moan as he deepened the kiss. Tearing off her clothes, Tyler stepped back to marvel at her beauty. Hoa was shyly trying to avoid his gaze, afraid someone would walk in on them, the cold air peppering her exposed skin with chilly kisses.

“I’m gonna show everyone on this goddamn campus just who you belong to.” Tyler growled as he put a firm hand around her neck, “Then maybe those bastards won’t look at you ever again.”

“Is that what this is about?” Hoa rolled her eyes, “You? Jealous?” She scoffed, her attitude only drove him up the wall, he roughly placed his knee between her legs and made sure to brush it up against her clothed folds. Pulling a high pitched moan from the girl’s lips, he was going to enjoy tearing her apart. He laughed as she tried to hide her face from him, she was pathetic, Tyler could feel her growing wetter by the second.

“You’re enjoying this,” Tyler smirked, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up and down her neck, “aren’t you, Princess?” He made sure to lap up any blood that trickled from her kiss swollen lips watching as she squirmed beneath him, patiently waiting for his every touch. Hoa reached to touch his tenting boner but he swatted her hand away, chuckling at how pathetic she looked. And all for him.

“Tyler-” the girl tried to protest but was interrupted when the young man started to grind his knee against her core, she let out a mewl- catching herself and covering her mouth with her hands, embarrassed at the shameful sounds that left her lips.

“Come on, baby,” Tyler growled, tearing her hands away from her lips and pinning them on either side of her, “You know you enjoy this. You want me to be rough with you and fuck you senseless.”

“Tyler,” The girl snarled, she didn’t want to admit it to him- she didn’t want him to win, “You are so out of line right now-” the boy interrupted her by planting a harsh kiss on her collarbone as he undid his belt. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed her. As his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles he started to rip off the girl’s bra and panties, gaining a yelp of displeasure as that was her favorite matching set. 

“Never knew you were such a spoiled little brat.” He smirked before ramming his twitching cock deep inside her without warning, she screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, Tyler’s knees almost gave in as the intense wave of ecstasy hit him like a hurricane. She was so tight and warm around him, he could feel her heartbeat as her walls fluttered around him. Thrusting in and out at a pace she wasn’t ready for yet, Tyler groaned against her neck as he hit every spot just right, knowing how to best pleasure his princess. Only he could make her feel this way, he was the only one who had this effect on her. The abandoned classroom didn’t seem so desolate now that the two were defiling it with their sins and their wants.

With every thrust in he kept getting closer and closer to her cervix, hitting her sweet spot again and again, now she was the one seeing constellations. His pace was brutal and impatient, he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he bit down on her neck once again. Hoa could only squirm against him as her juices seeped down his length, she was a moaning mess beneath him. Tyler watched as her breasts bounced with every thrust he gave her, shoving every inch inside her.

“Ty-” she hiccupped, tears welling up in her eyes, “T- too much!”

“You know you like it, little bitch.” The boy grunted as he pushed in deeper, resting his pulsating member inside and watching her eyes roll to the back of her head, “You like it when the monster fucks you.” He slowed his pace, he wanted to savor every moment with her under him. Licking the now forming bruises that littered her neck he couldn’t help but play with her swollen clit- adding to the overstimulation the poor girl was already feeling. She was so fucked out beneath him and he lived for every second of it. He started up the brutal pace again, his cock twitching with every scream she let out. His name left her lips repeatedly as he hit her cervix over and over.

“God, Princess,” he smirked as she tightened around him, “You’re so close I can feel it.” Before he could let her finish, before he allowed the knots curling up inside her to come undone, he pulled out. Hoa whined at the feeling of being empty, the cold air hit her soaking wet pussy with an intensity that almost caused her legs to give in beneath her. 

“Please,” Hoa whined, “Breed me.” Tyler laughed at her words, she was his pathetic little whore and she would let him do anything to her. 

“You think you deserve it?” He grinned sinisterly before sending his palm crashing down against the soft flesh of her ass, “You fucking slut.” He grinned as he watched her ass jiggle upon impact, a bright red handprint making its home on the warming flesh. Without a warning the young man shoved his cock back inside her, pushing her off her edge and sending her flying into her climax. The girl cried out in pleasure as her walls fluttered, her juices squirting all around his length. Tyler moaned at the feeling, enjoying the tight clenching around him. The feeling was enough to send him to his climax, he growled as he pulled her closer- hitting her cervix again and again at a sloppy pace.

“D- daddy!” The words shamefully slipped from her mouth, Tyler stopped, laughing before giving her one last thrust. Painting her walls white with his warm seed, cursing as his cock twitched inside her, finishing and pulling out. He watched as his cum leaked from her slick hole, proud of his work. He kissed her shoulder blade before sitting her down on one of the cold and empty desks.

“Sit tight, Princess,” he caressed her cheek, “Daddy’ll take care of you.” He knelt down and started lapping up his mess he made, chuckling softly as she squirmed, holding her still by her thighs. Soft mewls left her lips as he dove his tongue deeper to clean out every nook and cranny, he enjoyed tasting her like this.

“Mmh,” Hoa whined as she ran her fingers through Tyler’s hair, “Too much.” The poor girl’s eyes were clouded with exhaustion and over stimulation, Tyler couldn’t help but smile and place little kisses on her thighs.

“I know baby,” the boy rested his head against her thigh, “I know.” Once he was done he promised her that they would watch disney films for the rest of the day when they returned home and that he would take care of her. The boy stood and pulled his pants back up while Hoa was struggling to reach for her phone to contact Jess to grab her a spare pair of undergarments.

“Shit,” she facepalmed after sending the message out to the siren, “We forgot about Neil and Sam.” Groaning, she hopped off the desk and stumbled a bit before falling into the boy’s welcoming arms. Hoa huffed in annoyance as her legs refused to cooperate with her, Tyler just rubbed her back and sat her back down on the desk and instructed her to wait and not worry about a thing. He had everything handled. She was in his hands now, he vowed to be by her side always, to serve his master. Tyler wrapped his jacket around the girl to keep her warm, she almost fell asleep as he did so- it was so warm and it smelled like cinnamon and caramel. A knock at the door was what pulled the two of them from their thoughts, Tyler went to go answer it

“Hey, Hoa, I got your message-” Jess stood dumbfounded when she saw the boy standing before her, his hair a mess and his cheeks still a fresh shade of pink, “Barista Boy?!” The siren smirked awkwardly as she looked around for Hoa.

“Don’t tell me,” Jess was on the verge of laughter, “You two did it here!?” She tried her best to hide her laughter.

“Don’t,” Tyler sighed as he took the spare clothes from the siren, “Just tell Neil and Sam we’re sorry for not showing up to lunch.” And with that the boy said his thanks and closed the door behind him, he made his way over to Hoa who was still ever so snuggled up in his jacket. The sight before him was enough to warm his heart.

“You still awake there, Hoa?” Tyler was picking up the discarded articles of clothing, making sure to toss the torn undergarments.

“Almost.” The girl hummed in response as she took the clothes from the boy’s hands, his jacket sliding off her shoulders with every movement. Tyler was entranced by how her body looked in this lighting, as if she were an angel from the heavens above. Once she was fully clothed the boy held his hand out to her and helped guide her back to her feet, he placed the dirty uniform in her bag and guided her out into the sun where everyone else was. He saw Neil, Sam and Jess sitting at a table in the quad, waiting for the two of them with smirks on their faces.

“Oh dear,” Hoa groaned, “Knowing Jess, she probably spilled the gossip.” Tyler blushed at the comment, hoping that wasn’t the case. The two braced themselves for some slight humiliation from their peers as they made their way to the table. Sam and Jess were already laughing quietly to themselves as the couple took a seat at the table.

“So,” Sam quipped, “How was your alone time?” The ginger man gently elbowed his partner in the side, Neil wasn’t paying much attention.

“How was your rearranging session?” Jess laughed. Neil was confused, asking what the two meant. Sam laughed and reassured that the two men would have a discussion about the birds and the bees when they got home. Hoa kicked Sam in the knee to get him to shut up, Tyler blushed and sank into his seat as he clung onto Hoa’s arm. As the 5 friends sat and enjoyed their lunch, they chatted about their academics and their families- all but Hoa and Tyler. They avoided anything on the topic of family.

“Tyler,” Neil started as he sipped his water, “What are you plannin’ to do once you’re a free man?” The question caught the boy off guard, he didn’t know what he wanted for his future. He didn’t think he would’ve lived long enough to see his future, but when asked the question all he could see in his future was her. The boy’s gaze fell upon her, she was focused on her sketchbook- doodling flowers of all kinds. 

“To be honest,” Tyler began, watching as the girl’s pencil flew across the pages with ease, “I don’t really know what I plan to do. Just so long as Hoa is around I think I’ll be fine.” The table grew silent, everyone’s eyes were on the two of them. Hoa looked up and furrowed her brow, confused as to why her and Tyler were the center of attention all of a sudden.

“What?”

[flw3rrr]

Welp, here I am, begging for dominant Tyler Owens😅 I feel like we didn't get very much in the movie and I need alll the dominant cocky Tyler Owens I can get😂

Hi anon! I am 100% happy to be able to write this for you. I’m currently working on another request at this moment, but I will get to it. Don't worry!💖

If possible, could you please send me a little bit more detail on how you’d like me to progress this the way you’d like it to be? Since it can go many different ways, I wouldn't want to accidentally write in a direction completely different from what you had in mind.

I appreciate it very much!

(Tagging all the tyler tags to get the anons attention!)

[nonesuchrecords]

Composer/guitarist Yasmin Williams's Nonesuch debut album, Acadia, is due October 4. You can hear the tracks "Virga" and "Dawning" and pre-order the album here. Acadia, her most sonically expansive album to date, is nine original, mostly instrumental tracks written and produced by Williams, with her on various guitars, banjo, calabash drum, tap shoes, and kora. She is joined by an eclectic cast of collaborators—including Immanuel Wilkins on saxophone, Dom Flemons on rhythm bones, Aoife O’Donovan on vocals, William Tyler on guitar—creating a folk music that reflects the wide range of musical influences that have inspired her throughout her life.

Williams tours North America with Brittany Howard and Michael Kiwanuka this fall and plays London's Pitchfork Music Festival. 

[autistook]

i hate bpd like looking at my (celeb) crushes faces physically hurts