#dom 👑

[snug-gyu]

Loving mingi more than yeosang

*fist fighting you*

tell me what my trademark™️ is

[gxrlcinema]

ahhh dom!!!! you’re making me blush!😊

dude i’m trying to write more for him and i already feel the need to see the movie again so i can focus on details.

re-read to your heart’s content, it’s such an honor that you’d do so!

attention | namor x reader

“Please don’t kill Riri,” you step out towards the front of the cell, placing yourself between Namor and your roommate. The g-d has his back to you but you can feel the shift that happens. You’ve caught the g-d’s attention.

Before today, you’d been acquaintances who shared a dorm. Riri had made fun of you for studying folklore and mythology at MIT. You had offered to share your microwave mac and cheese at 2 AM while you crammed for finals.

That feels like it was ages ago now. Riri doesn’t say anything but you feel her tense behind you. She’s a genius after all; with Shuri in the other room and Namor intent on killing her, she has no power over what the g-d chooses to do to you for speaking against him. You are not a genius. Nor are you a princess. And you’re certainly not a g-d. You’re just an idiot who thought her roommate was being abducted and didn’t have the sense not to follow her. Now you’re the prisoner of a Mayan serpent g-d and his blue-skinned merpeople.

Namor turns around slowly, with an air of casualty that strikes a stark contrast to how silent and still the room has gone. His deep brown eyes trail over you, taking in every inch. They spark with something too dangerous to be amusement.

“And who are you?” he asks, his accent flicking over the words like the devil’s forked tongue.

You gulp, but hold your head high. “She didn’t know about your people, she couldn’t have known she’d be putting you in danger.”

He steps forward, the soft pad of his bare feet in contrast with the sharpness of his gaze, the primal grace of his movement. His eyes scan you up and down, taking in every detail of you. You try to hold still, but you’re sure he caught you tensing. The barest hint of smirk tugs at his lips.

“That is not an answer to my question,” he tells you.

He is close enough to the bars of the cell that you can smell saltwater on him, see where it glistens against his exposed golden skin. You’re struck by the idea that this is what it feels like to be caught in a riptide.

“I’ll answer it if you leave her alone,” you reply.

A twitch of his right eyebrow, so quick you’d have missed it entirely if you’d blinked a half second later. Something dangerous glints in the murky depths of his brown eyes. Your veins thrum with the urge to run. You’re glued to the spot. You can’t seem to look away from him, no matter how much Riri tenses behind you, no matter how much your own mind screams at you not to pick a fight with a g-d.

“I asked your name, surface dweller.”

There’s something in his eye. It’s like being swept up in a strong current.

“Y/n,”the words fall from your lips before you’re even aware you conjured them.

“Y/n,” he tries the name on his tongue.

He takes another step towards the bars of your cell, close enough that you can smell the saltwater on his skin.

“What are you doing?” Shuri’s voice echoes on the marble. You don’t glance at her, and neither does he.

“Princess,” he smiles, eyes locked on yours, “I was just meeting your friend.”

He finally, finally turns his head to look at her. The spell is broken. Your eyes dart to Shuri as he moves towards her. Her brow furrows at you, alarms ringing out from behind her eyes. It is then that you realize your eyes are wide. It is then that you realize your chest is heaving.

You watch Namor’s back as he moves to Shuri, his gait less predatory than it had been a minute ago when he advanced on you.

“Come,” he tells her. “We have much to discuss.”

The two of them walk to the door, which he gestures for her to move through first. His eyes catch yours again. His smirk is foreboding, an omen only a g-d could conjure. Your mind begs you to look away. You ignore the omen and the pleading and hold his gaze again. The smirk widens. He walks out the door.

You’re struck with the terrible feeling that this isn’t the last of your interactions with Namor. You’d acquired the attention of a g-d. It is not lost so easily.

[kingdaddydaichi]

dilf!Daichi Sawamura x reader (fem)

nsfw. mdni. dad bod. snowball. 1k words.

30+ Daichi is an absolute F R E A K, y'all. downright nasty sometimes. will walk into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower, shamelessly naked with his thick, heavy cock bouncing off his thighs and his balls hanging low as he makes his way to his underwear drawer. even though you've been married for almost 10 years and have three children together, watching him like this never gets old. if anything, he's just gotten sexier with age. your husband has a smokin' hot dad bod now, complete with love handles and a little pony keg. but my gods the things he can do to you. seeing him like this and thinking about the way he has mastered your body over the years makes you bite your lip.

"Daichi..." you pout, reaching for him before he has a chance to put his boxer briefs on.

he knows that look like the back of his own hand, just like he knows your body and your needs. one corner of his lips turns up into a devilish grin and he puts one knee on the bed to lean down and give you a kiss. but you pull him closer and reach between his legs for his weighty cock, drawing a deep groan from him when you give it a slow tug with your fist.

your tongues slide and curl around each other as Daichi crawls between your inviting legs, your fist still working him to a full erection.

his six-pack has lost almost all definition, but he still has a two-pack at the top and side obliques which frame his small, taut belly pudge. sparse black hairs spread across his lower abdomen, his happy trail leading to the thick patch of black hair surrounding the wide base of his cock. even if Daichi's stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be, it’s perfect for rubbing your clit against when you ride him like the steed he is.

within seconds, Daichi's beefy cock is ready for you, just as you are ready for it. he brings his hips closer to yours and watches as you position his leaking tip to press against your clenching hole. with a slow push of his hips, he gradually fills you up as you both moan each other's names between open lips.

Daichi has a little more chest hair than he used to have. and his pectorals are as stacked as they've ever been, though they are getting a bit softer than they used to be. he's got love handles on his lower back now, but you actually quite prefer the fact that you can grab onto his back when he’s drilling into you from above. when you were both younger, your fingers would grab at the flesh on his back, but they could never find purchase as his hips rocked against your open thighs. his taut skin would always slip from your grasp to remain tight against his muscles.

your white cream contrasts beautifully with Daichi's full, black thatch of pubic hair. your pussy lips suck on his veiny cock with every retreat. his big, hairy balls press tightly against your taint as he ruts into you. he smells like sex and sweat with a hint of spicy bergamot. your entire body is moved by every thrust of your husband's strong, undulating hips, the headboard begins to thump the wall behind it. you kiss along his jaw, making him moan when you lick and latch onto the salty skin of his sensitive neck.

“nhnn...Dai-” you mewl against his ear. “feels so good when you fuck me hard, baby.”

duly fucking noted.

raising up onto his knees, Daichi watches you as a dark storm brews in his warm coffee eyes. he grabs your ankles from his sides, taking the time to kiss them while making full eye contact with you before putting them on his shoulder. planting his palms on either side of you, your husband leans forward to press your knees to your chest and begins fucking you into the mattress.

loud, lewd slaps of skin - wet with your slick need - echo off the bedroom walls with every downward throw of Daichi's hips. his dark brown hair is curled between your fingers and his knees are bent, spread out beside you as he slams into you. his familiar, spongey mushroom tip is thumping against your special spot with increasing fervor. the father of your children grunts and moans your name as his balls tighten against your taint, his thick glutes flexing as he fucks your pussy like no one else can.

Daichi knows your body just as you know his. he has spent the past 12 years learning and homing in on what gives you the most pleasure. he lives for the faces you make, the way you paw at his chest and scream his name when he makes you come apart on his cock, fucking you slower but just as hard through your powerful orgasm.

looking down to where your bodies connect, Daichi watches as his thick veiny cock gets swallowed up by your clenching pussy and your creamy white spend mats his black pubes. he holds onto the back of your neck while pile driving his hips against you until he begins to release spurts of his warm, sticky nut against your yielding walls. with one last trembling draw of his hips, he fully spends himself, his broad chest widening even more with panting breaths as wet heat leaks out around his pulsing cock. Daichi hangs his head between his shoulders, his arms shake under his own weight in their weakened state, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of you.

your long-time lover lowers your feet back down to the bed, one at a time, before pulling out to let his warm semen spurt between your shaky thighs. but he wastes no time lining his mouth up to eat his own cum out of your oozing cunt. it doesn’t take much of his licking and slurping and sucking to have you cumming in his mouth, releasing even more of his own bitter spend onto his waiting tongue. with most of his wad now in his mouth he raises up to kiss you, pushing his load into your mouth along with his swirling tongue.

out of sheer force of habit, you show Daichi your tongue after swallowing, making him smile sweetly as his calloused thumb brushes your blazing cheek.

"good girl."

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[the-duchess-of-domination]

Christmas Cookies

they don’t even make it into the oven.

as you cream together chocolate chips, brown sugar, and butter, your phone rings. you step aside to answer it and are stuck talking to your chatty relative longer than you’d like. when you return, you swear your pile of cookie batter has dwindled. you stir in flour until another distraction comes. the doorbell rings, and you go to sign for a large present.

finally, you get back to the bowl. you think you’re going crazy. your dough is rapidly shrinking. one last distraction comes from your beloved cat or dog, who pesters you to give them a treat or take them outside. you reluctantly oblige and leave yet again.

by the time you return your dough has completely vanished, only brown swipes ringing the bowl with a couple semisweet baking bits. you leave the kitchen and enter the living room.

“hun, do you know what happened to my—“

your boyfriend is a sorry sight. he is lolling on the couch, bloated as a tick. he gives his thumb an incriminating lick.

“sorry,” he mutters. “i didn’t mean to. it just tasted so good.”

his hand snakes under his shirt, and he clutches his tummy and gazes at you miserably.

“a stomach ache serves you right,” you scold. your boyfriend throws his head back and groans. you walk over and kiss him on the forehead, placing a hand on his hefty swell.

“i’ll start another batch,” you whisper. “and i’ll let you lick the spoon.”

“please no,” he begs. “i feel sick. i can’t eat another bite.”

smirking, you go toward the kitchen.

[xstarkillerx]

do you think dad brian would let uncle dom and uncle roman hit

Minors DNI, 18+ only: Possible Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Oh my god yeah of course he would! Listen, I'm a firm believer that Brian isn't a jealous person when it comes to sex. There's an inherent cockiness to him that extends beyond racing, the kind that's very aware of how good looking he's always been, the kind that knows he's only gotten finer the closer he gets to 30, the kind that knows he's a good lay too, there isn't an insecure bone in that man's body.

There's a quote from an F&F fic I love called My Own Adrenaline needs that goes: "he's happy to know this isn't just about Brian's voyeuristic kink for watching Dom work on cars, especially his car. (Brian can't explain it without going red-faced; apparently it's like watching his boy fuck his best friend and it works for him.) " And it just drives me INSANE, I was never the same after reading that, especially that last line because it's so obvious in that first movie that cars and watching people work on em gets him going, I love the way t's phrased.

It's Brian's self assuredness and confidence that leaves him open to letting his best friends fuck you, not because he knows he's the best lay you've ever had but more because he's nothing if not a guy that wants to see you happy and blissed the fuck out, he's secure enough to know he's not the only one who can do it. Maybe there is a bit of a bragging tint to it, a sort of "God I wish my boys could feel how tight this pussy is, you gonna let Uncle Rome hit? Huh baby, gonna let your old man watch Uncle Dom fuck you? You like that attention don't you, like showing daddy's friends how good you take it? Want em Both, show em how you handle a big cock baby, come on, show me." Type shit, but that's more for your sake, you know? To feed that cute little ego that tells you that you're entitled to fucking his friends just because you wanna, that you can take these guys who definitely have rough streaks and bigger cocks than Brian. He's happy to watch, it really does it for him, y'know?

[pretty-starboy]

im not that tall. But I love to think of myself so tall and big that I'm towering over you. You are my prey and you make me feel so ferel. But yet you have tamed this beast. You have me muzzled and collared.

You are still so small and weak. Yet I don't want to harm you. No I'll protect you from other predators you are mine.

And I'll mark you as mine that way everyone knows it. You belong to me.

[asluttyspirit]

having my friend over today - he literally ha an ass thats so fucking insanely beautiful, that I dont know if i want myself or if i just want to sink my teeth into it 😵‍💫

[domme-switch]

I'll end up mumbling for mommy and my legs shaking 🫣🫣 all whiny experiencing so much pleasure and pain at the same time moaning mommy's name🫠🫠🫠

👑

(The petname princess is more than okay, I really like it 😊)

aww what a cute needy princess! not even complaining anymore, just whining mommy’s name with your poor legs shaking? don’t worry, mommy is right here, I simply need to taste you as well and your clit looks so pretty throbbing and puffy, I might rub my finger over it as well before sucking on it, don’t worry, just softly while flickering my tongue over your pussy😘 we will count how many orgasms you can take ah better even! you will count your orgasms, and you can ask after each one if those are enough for mommy, but I think you can take another one! aaand another one. and mommy needs to fuck your leaking pussy too darling, do you think you can take my strap sweetheart?☺️ ah I bet your moans are gonna sound adorable princess, and I wonder if the next time mommy plays with you, you will ask to cum again, or if you’re pussy is gonna be too sore. or maybe you will only want to get edged from now on…no overstimulation anymore, just nice soft edges for you😌

[snug-gyu]

I absolutely don’t want gifs of park chanyeol

take this

[kingdaddydaichi]

HAIKYUU BOYS & the things they do to you at some high-falutin social event

ft. post-timeskip asahi; atsumu; bokuto (and akaashi, sort of); daichi; oikawa; osamu; suga x reader (fem)

☽⋆˙⟡ ASAHI ⋈

there’s something about a tall, dark, handsome man rocking a bun and a goatee who manages to look sharp as hell in a suit and tie even though he didn’t try very hard. you’ve had your eyes on him all evening and you finally muster the courage to talk to him when he approaches the busy bar where you’ve been waiting to be noticed by the bartender to order a drink. probably bc of his size, the bartender nods to asahi in just a matter of a few seconds.

the 6’2” man points his thumb at you then back at the bartender and says, “uhhmm…i believe she was here first.”

with a charmed smile, you thank him for his chivalry and order your drink. then the tower of a man orders his own and tells the bartender both drinks are on him. an hour later, his slacks are around his ankles and you're straddling him, gliding on his long, thick cock in a dark and otherwise empty conference room. no one can hear your loud moans over the thumping bass of the music as your ass claps against his huge thighs and your pretty manicured nails dig into his hard, broad shoulders. he had protested weakly when you started sucking his monstrous cock after dragging him in there, but when you drip some of his whiskey onto your tits and say “drinks on me now, handsome”, he smirks and wastes no time at all licking and sucking the liquor from your flesh while his big hands guide you along his throbbing length until your clenching pussy creams all around him.

‎‎☽⋆˙⟡ ATSUMU ⋈

fingers you during the keynote speech while the satin, ivory tablecloth serves as cover. occasionally whispers in your ear, reminding you to be quiet lest someone figure out that he's knuckle-deep inside your sweet cunt. his palm, calloused from years of spiking mikasas, is grinding against your swollen clit as his deft fingertips tug deliciously at your g-spot. your thighs have his wrist in a death grip as your professionally manicured nails dig into his flexing forearm. tsumu listens carefully to your quickening breaths, accurately gauges the intensity of your tightening walls, timing his speed and pressure perfectly so that the loud applause of the dining hall drowns out your stifled moan when he makes you cum. a low groan rattles his ribcage when he feels your spend gush into his hand, biting his lip at the way his aching cock strains against the confines of his tailored pinstripe slacks. he watches as your long eyelashes flutter before pulling out and bringing his hand to his mouth to suck his fingers clean.

“yer cream tastes so sweet, babygirl," he says with half-lidded mahogany eyes and a devious grin. "if ya give me yer number, i'll do it with my tongue next time."

☽⋆˙⟡ BOKUTO ⋈

sneaks the two of you onto the rooftop pool and starts taking his clothes off.

you’ve never seen him naked before so you spin around, burying your flustered face in your hands. “bo! what are you doing?!?!” you ask with a gaspy giggle.

“going skinny dipping! c'mon! get in with me!” he says with an unassuming chuckle just before you hear a big splash.

minutes later you're buck naked in the pool with him, his big, long cock brushing against your bare butt as he tickles you. motherfucker is so big it’s like a goddamn buoy, floating and bouncing in the water even when he’s only got a semi. you’ve been attracted to the pro ace since high school, even ended up going to the same university as him. you had bumped into him at countless parties in college but still hadn’t managed to tap it yet. well now was your chance. his erection was unmistakable as he pulled your back to his chest in the pool and brushed his lips across the back of your neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses and kitten licks along your upper spine. you spread your legs to let his huge cock float between them and up to your slick pussy. you were grateful for the fact that your back was turned when the rooftop access door squealed open. bo didn't miss a single beat...just kept right on railing you from behind in the shallow end - pool water splashing every time his thick thighs clapped against yours.

“hey hey hey, akaashi! come on in, the water’s fine!”

☽⋆˙⟡ DAICHI ⋈

when you first arrive at the venue, he teases you in the car before pushing a little bullet vibrator into your pussy and makes you keep it in throughout the night. controls the speed and intensity with an app on his phone until he catches you playing with your clit under the table, trying to get yourself off. he yanks your hand from between your legs and quietly pulls you into the men's restroom just outside the dining hall. bends you over the marble countertop, flips your skirt up, and spanks your bare bottom with his big, strong daddy hand. takes your panties off your ankles, puts them in his pocket, then pulls his fat, angry cock out of his zipper and fucks you while making you watch in the mirror. both of you are so worked up, you cum before anyone catches you. a guy comes walking in as just as you're limping out while daichi zips his pants back up, his softening cock still twitching and dribbling a little cum to mix with your smeared cream inside the black fabric.

☽⋆˙⟡ OIKAWA ⋈

shameless slut wants to pull an usher and fuck you in a dark corner of the dance floor, but when you grab his wrists and protest with a giggle, he squeezes your ass with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

nipping at your earlobe, he says, "you know, i've got a very expensive limo waiting just outside. would be a shame to spend all that money and not get to fuck in it." he seductively enunciates 'fuck' and smirks when he feels you shudder.

"say less. take me there now," you demand as you grab his chub through his pants.

moments later, your knees are on the floor of the luxurious limo with the side of your face pressed against the back seat. oikawa spits on his cock before pushing it inside you one thick inch at a time until he's fully sheathed inside the wet heat of your cunt. your hard nipples drag along the cool, ebony leather while the olympic setter uses a fistful of your hair as leverage to fuck his veiny cock into your squelching pussy. you're whining and crying out nonstop as he pounds into you so fucking hard, his hips driving yours into the edge of the seat with every powerful thrust.

"fuck, tooru! *gasp* god, your cock is so fucking big!" you whimper as mascara-stained tears stream down your searing cheeks.

"shhh...don't cry, princess. you're gonna cum so hard on my fat dick. i promise it's gonna feel so fucking good."

☽⋆˙⟡ OSAMU ⋈

eats you out in a dark corner in the corridor leading to the back exit. has you pinned against the wall with his hands around your waist and one of your thighs draped over his shoulder. makes you cum in his mouth before he stands up, keeping you flush to the wall with one hand on your hip while the other fumbles urgently with his belt buckle. you can still taste yourself on his lips and tongue when you moan into each other’s mouths as he plunges his cock deep inside your messy cunt. your dress is bunched up around your waist while he bounces you up and down, his long graceful fingers dimpling the flesh of your bare ass as he guides your slippery pussy along the full length of his hard cock. he shudders when he releases inside you, a quiet whimper escaping the owner of onigiri miya as his hips buck erratically. puts such a huge load of his sperm into you that it leaks out and slides down the inside of your legs in thick, white globs when you hobble back towards the dark dance hall to rejoin your friends.

☽⋆˙⟡ SUGA ⋈

teases you in subtle ways - putting his hand on your lower back every chance he gets, reaching out and twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, (un)apologetically rubbing his lap against your butt when he walks by and shit like that. yeah, it’s all fun and games til you pull him into an unlocked storage closet and back him up against the wall. both of you are kissing and panting and groping at each other when you reach between your bodies to grip his hard cock through his tailored slacks that fit him just so. he moans into your mouth and puts his hand over yours, guiding your speed and pressure as you jerk him through his clothes for a minute. fuck, he’s so hard. finally, your patience runs out and you start unbuckling his belt as it clanks while he snickers with a smug grin on his pretty face.

“are you that thirsty for my dick, y/n? yeah?” he cards his slender fingers into your hair - careful not to mess it up too much - and presses down on your shoulder with more strength than is even required saying “pull my cock out…mmhmm good girl. See how wet you’ve made me? hm? what’s that? you wanna lick my precum? go ahead baby, you have my permission.”

you wrap your pink lips around his cock and moan at his flavor.

with a sharp inhale through his teeth, he says, “yeah, suck my cock just like that…”

minutes later, your middle finger is in his ass while his pretty balls spasm against your chin as he pumps all his cum down your throat.

“oh fuck god yes, y/n! choke on my dick,” he whines, legs trembling from the spasms of your throat around the sensitive head of his cock while he fills your gullet with his warm semen.

suga is a closet freak. literally.

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[xstarkillerx]

Dom Toretto and Brian having a weird sizing-each-other-up-thing drabble because Rica Y Apretadita has been stuck in my head allll day, and listen...

Hop hop 🐇 I keep picturing sitting on Dom's lap at a Toretto function. The table's been cleared of all but the drinks, and the sun's getting low so it's cool enough not to sweat anymore, there's even a slight breeze in the air that makes you curl up closer into his body. Dom's nursing his 5th beer, down to dregs, which keep the glass at the bottom cool against your thigh where he rests it between sips.

Someone puts this song on, Letty probably, but believe it or not, Leon knows his classics too, knows what gets girls moving in that easy way that makes them look angelic, and it's about that time of evening. Everyone's full, everyone's happy, everyone's waiting for dark so they can burn off their hearty meal on the drag strip. Dom's laughing at something Mia said, rumbling his chest under your fingers and all you can think is, God this is song is so good.

"Dom," your voice is sweet and breathy against his skin. Dom gives you a hum of acknowledgment before he turns to look at you, his eyes are warm, his face a little red with alcohol. " Dance with me?" You press a kiss to his skin, running your finger along the line of his jaw. "Come on, before it's over." You find your footing on the grass when you step off of his lap and offer your hand. He smiles at you, takes your hand and presses a kiss to it, but he remains in his chair.

"Next song, promise."

"Dom," you can't help but whine a little. "I love this song, come on." He looks at you like he just thought of something amusing, before he tilts his head in Brian's direction. Your eyes follow. The blond is standing easy, nodding his head to the music and mouthing along to every other word, white boy has good taste, you think. Brian's gorgeous, even now in his mechanic shirt and messy hair, the sun makes it look like a halo.

"Buster looks a little restless. How about you give him a dance huh?" Dom's eyes are dancing with something playful, a glint of mischief and It gets you hot. You lean in close, biting back a smile.

"and what, you gonna watch me?"

"'course." He doesn't back down from your challenging tone.

"yeah," That ghost of a smile grows to a sweet grin, "yeah ok." Giddy and feeling a little dirty, you keep your gaze on him a bit longer. Somewhere in the background you hear Mia flee the scene. You'll apologize later, but god knows she's used to it by now with the way her brother is.

You can feel the heat of Dom's gaze on your body when you walk over to Brian. Poor thing, no one's told him Dom's already decided he likes him, you can tell by the way he sets himself apart from the group and keeps sober, even when he isn't driving tonight. He'll figure it out once Vince catches on that he's here to stay and stops messing with him. When you're close enough he turns his head to look at you, you don't miss the way his eyes flit down in a once over of your body. You don't say anything, don't have to. You know you've already got him. Taking the beer outta his hand and putting it down, you can drag him closer to the speaker. He shuffles along, glancing at Dom whose face betrays nothing, stoic as ever. His own sick sense of humour.

While Brian's distracted by Dom you've already begun moving, swaying your hips and using his hand to pull him closer "You know how to dance, white boy?" You tease, not bothering to look at him, lost in the song.

"Yeah I guess." He still seems distracted, but his hand finally find your waist; he pulls them closer to his hips.

"Show me then." Your voice is playful and bright as you back up that extra inch to close the space between your bodies. You risk a glance at Dom, his posture changes when you lock eyes. A shift in his hips on the plastic chair, a darkening of his gaze, a swipe at his nose. It makes you laugh. "c'mon." You say to Brian, turning up the heat up on your movements and bringing a hand up to graze your fingers on the back of his neck. Your hand migrates up further to run through his curls. With a tilt of your head you're looking up into his cautious blue eyes, you pull him down almost close enough to kiss.

Brian get's the idea eventually, hips falling into the rhythm set by yours. When you take his hands off your hips and slide them up your body, he learns that he doesn't have to be polite about it either. His hands move from your tits back down to your waist before they settle on your back to bend you over. You don't miss a fucking beat, flexible enough to keep your hips moving in this position. You take your hair and move it to the side, giving him a full view of your back and the way it's moving. Just like that, as he's getting into it, the song's over. You always hated the way it ends so suddenly.

In the pause between tracks you can hear the combined heavy breathing of the two of you. You turn to look at him, he looks about ready to go, heavy eyes, eager hands he's since pulled away from your body. The tension is thick. Another song cuts through the silence soon enough and Dom's off his feet in time to join you like he promised he would. Him and Brian share a knowing glance that you can't care to decipher, you had your fun, let the boys duke out the politics of it later. If Brian decides to stick around, he'll learn soon enough that Dom isn't stingy with his women. 🐇 Hop hop

[transfagwhore]

i humped my pillow to your post sir. i rubbed my nice puppyparts so hard and i felt so good but i made such a big sticky mess afterwards

-👑

awww, did you get a little too excited reading my posts, puppy? that's okay. you're so good for telling me you got off to my blog. i wish i was there so i could give you a reward.

even good puppies like you have to clean up their messes though. keep being good for me and clean up after yourself

[intcritus]

( sms ): oh. my. god.

avellino knew that dominic would be busy today, his attention grabbed by errands and his paintings. which was never a real problem consider the rabbit had an odd schedule to begin with. but if he was being honest, he did miss his boyfriend. so because he was bored, sitting around his loft, he sends a rather risque photo of his jeans unbuttoned and a close up of his happy trail disappearing into his boxer briefs. it's not too much, but his fingers disappearing into said boxer briefs probably was. then he presses send.

while he doesn't expect an immediate response, it makes him grin when he gets one anyway. the text is in all caps, and avellino turns to laugh into his pillows, snorting at the text message.

( sms -> dom <3 ): guess you liked it, huh ? ( sms -> dom <3 ): i can send another one, maybe it'll inspire you further? <3

[xstarkillerx]

xstarkillerx The Fast and the Furious Masterlist

[Brian O’Conner]

Drabbles

4 Brian O’Conner headcanons (NSFW)

Brian loves marking you up (NSFW)

Mia slutted this man out fr

Brian fucks you in your own mess (squirting kink) (NSFW)

Passed Around by Dom and Brian (NSFW, TW: Drug usage)

Sleazy Uncle Brian (NSFW)

Headcanons

Brian uses you to pass the time (NSFW)

Getting fucked in a Toyota Sera (NSFW)

Brian and choking (NSFW)

Passed around by Brian and Letty (NSFW)

Fingering you under the table (NSFW)

Dom driving while Brian fucks you in the backseat (NSFW)

Suki and Brian are exes

Dating Dom but dancing with Brian

Brian and guilt (nsfw)

Brian and Spanish

Do you think Dad Brian would let Uncle Dom and Uncle Rome hit? (NSFW)

Brian and Guilt (NSFW)

Brian the Trans-chaser (NSFW)

[Dominic Toretto]

Headcanons

Dom is a handsy exhibitionist

Drabbles

Dating Dom but dancing with Brian

Passed around by Dom and Brian (NSFW, TW: Drug usage)

[Bonus]

Brian holding a bunny (art submitted by @crashandfurious)

[reiignonme]

🏎️ DOMINIC TORETTO TAG DROP!!