#fuck 🥵😩 I need to go lay down

[wakandas-vibranium]

Not a Virgin

-- Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

-- Warning(s): 18+ minors DNI 👁️ smutty smut, age gap(legal), kissing, swearing, teasing, dirty talk, oral/fingering(v receiving) unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight dom!joel if you squint, praise kink, you like it rough and of course Joel obliges.

-- Word Count: 3.7k

-- Summary: You are on your usual afternoon patrol in Jackson with your usual group and the guys your age won’t stop questioning your nonexistent sex life. 

-- A/N: Sorry, no beta reader(nobody likes me on this app) There shouldn’t be too many mistakes though. Please like, comment and reblog!

You’ve been in Jackson for a little over three years now and you were grateful. The outbreak turned your life upside down and seemed determined to take everything and everyone you loved. 

You were surprised to not only find a new home in Jackson but also a new found family you’ve grown to care deeply for. You got close to Maria quickly because she reminded you of your mom’s sister. She was the spitting image of your Auntie Giselle. Maria was kind enough to help you keep your locs in tip top shape. She was very sweet, but also a very firm when needed. 

You weren’t super close with the hundreds of people here in Jackson, but a good 20 or so had your back and they knew without a doubt that you had theirs. 

You were currently on your afternoon patrol with your usual group: You, Felicia, Melvin, Josh, and Joel. Your group patrolled the gate entrance Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from 2pm to 8pm. 

It was a quarter to 7pm and you were ready for this patrol shift to be over. Not only because you were starving, but also because Josh wouldn’t shut the fuck up. As per usual, but today you were more miffed because you were hungry. Hangry. 

“I’m not a virgin, Josh. I just haven’t gotten any in 4 years.” You reluctantly explained to the taller man. 

Melvin and Felicia made taunting noises of pity and you rolled your eyes at them. Not everyone was as lucky as them to fuck like rabbits every chance they got. Joel of course didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was listening. His shoulders straightened and his grip on the gun loosened. Definitely a dead giveaway. 

“Well, don’t you miss orgasms?”

“Of course I do.” You huffed. 

“Damn, why so long then?”

“Because my husband died 4 years ago, you nosey asshole and I haven’t found anyone interesting enough to let fuck me.” 

“Well, no need to look any further, Y/N. I’m right here.” Josh boasted, holding up his hands as he did a full spin. 

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, waving off his no game having ass, “I want a real man, Josh. Not you.” 

Josh had been in Jackson almost two years now and he’s been a real gigantic pain in everyone’s ass, but he’s still family. Sort of. Yes, he was young and his bronze skin was gorgeous, but his impulsivity on patrols and all around arrogance was a major turn off. 

Plus, you fancied older guys with brown eyes anyway. 

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m 31 just like you. If that ain’t grown then I don’t know what is.” 

“Well, maybe she’s into more mature dudes.” Melvin pointed out. You grinned at him and nodded in thanks. He was one of the few men your age who used his brain every now and then. 

“Well, how old was your husband?” Josh continued to prod. 

Felicia rolled their eyes at Josh’s invasiveness. He’d always intrude carelessly but it was still annoying. 

“My husband was 10 years older than me, but there’s more to being a real man than age, Josh.” 

“Like how?”

“Well, my husband took his time to learn my body. He was the type of man to make sure I finished twice before he did. Does that sound like you?”

“Hell yeah it does.” He lied right through his crooked teeth.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” You disagreed, “Cause from what I’ve heard, you cum after four pumps and all that tells me is that you’d be a waste of a fuck.” 

Melvin and Felicia snickered loudly while Joel at least attempted to hide his chuckle with a cough. Josh flushed as he stood there in embarrassment. 

Good. 

He talked too damn much. He should’ve just stood there and shut the hell up like the rest of y’all who were on patrol did.

Josh frowned at Joel as he noticed the older man covering his grin, “And just what the hell are you laughing at old man? You’re so scary nobody here wants to fuck ya.” 

“That’s not true.” Felicia laughed as they shook their pointer finger. 

“Definitely not true.” You chimed in, laughing even harder at Josh’s horrified face when Melvin nodded in agreement. 

“So, what?” Josh huffed, gesturing wildly to where Joel was perched, “You won’t fuck me, but you’ll fuck Miller? Are you serious?” 

“I’m sure Miller can last more than four pumps, so yeah...” You shrugged. 

Joel still didn’t utter a word, but he raised a curious eyebrow at you, no longer covering his knowing smirk. You shot him a soft smile before turning back to Josh’s aggravating ass. 

You had a thing for Joel that you refused to let be known. The older Miller was a mystery and simultaneously he reminded you of your late husband. You knew getting involved with Joel wasn’t a good road to go down for several reasons. However, there was a tiny voice in the back of your head and a deep ache between your legs that wanted you to push that big red, Joel Miller button and have as much fun as you could. 

“8pm switch!” Tommy called from the ground. 

Thank all the beings in the world for Tommy. You couldn’t hear any more comparisons from Josh or you were going to toss his giant ass over the railing. 

It was dinner time. 

Your patrol group usually ate dinner together for about an hour or so. 

Today was Wednesday which meant Joel stayed later because Ellie was spending the night at Dina’s. There’s no particular reason why you knew this information. You just did. 

Tonight they were serving stewed beef and potatoes. One of your favorites. You all prepared your plates and grabbed a half bottle of whiskey before sitting down at your usual table.

Josh moved to sit down next to you, but Felicia and Melvin swung their feet under the table and slammed them down next to you, making it impossible for Josh to sit down.

“Sorry Joshy,” Felicia started, “This table is for people who don’t cum quick.” 

You and Joel choked on a piece of meat and you refused to look up at Josh. Cause if you did you’d lose it.

Joel would never admit it, but he looked forward to patrols with your group and dinner. He was grateful to spend time with people other than his brother and surrogate daughter. 

A few months ago he started paying attention to the heated looks you’d give him when you thought he wasn’t looking. Still, he wasn’t gonna say anything. 

“I don’t cum in four pumps,” Josh growled. 

“Well, three pumps then.” Melvin shouted. 

You took a sip of your whiskey to refrain from making a guffawing noise. 

Josh shook his head and stormed off, “Fine. I’ll just eat outside you fuckers.” 

Dinner went very nice that evening. Everyone was more relaxed and in a good mood. Melvin started asking about your husband and you could tell Felicia thought it made you uncomfortable, but it really didn’t. You were glad to have friends to talk about your late husband with now. 

“Did y’all have any kids?” Melvin asked as he stabbed his last potato and shoved it into his mouth. 

“Nah, we didn’t really want kids. Plus I was born without a uterus so…” You trailed off awkwardly. 

You chanced a quick glance at Joel to see if he was listening and you jerked slightly when his intense eyes met yours. 

Fuck. Real smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. 

“What about you two? You gestured toward the energetic couple and grinned at them, “You two fuck so much I’m surprised Fel’s not already pregnant.” 

“My pull out game is strong.” Melvin grinned back at you. You held out your fist for him to bump and laughed softly when he did. 

“Was it Infected that killed your husband?” 

“Melvin!” Felicia admonished as they slapped their partner’s arm.

“No, it’s okay,” you reassured, “I’m at a place where I can talk about him now.” 

“Are you sure?” Felicia asked.

You nodded at them as you gave a small smile. 

“My husband and I were headed to a QZ in Atlanta. Things were going pretty well until a bomb went off 10 steps in front of us. I was a few paces behind him so he took most of the damage.” 

“Fireflies?” Joel asked as he sat forward, leaning his arms against the table.

You looked at him and nodded, “Fuckin’ fireflies, man.” 

“Marlene loves her fuckin’ bombs.” Felicia grunted.

Felicia and Melvin left a little before nine, leaving you and Joel there. Joel didn’t say much, but it was clear he enjoyed listening to you talk. It was a little after nine and you were ready to head home so you could masturbate, shower and go to bed. 

“I killed her.” Joel whispered as he leaned closer to you across the table.

“Who?” You whispered back as you peered into his intense brown eyes. 

“Marlene.” 

“H-how?” 

“I shot her twice.”

You don’t know if it was the one shot of whiskey, a full belly or if it was the sheer knowledge of Joel bringing justice to your husband’s killer, but you started giggling. 

Joel’s dark eyes widened in surprise and he only began to chuckle once you let out a full blown cackle. You both quieted your sounds as you received weird looks from some of the kitchen staff. You motioned for him to scoot closer so he would hear your breathless question. 

“Did she beg for her life?” You asked before bringing your half empty glass of water to your lips. 

“A bit.” Joel admitted as he shrugged nonchalantly. 

Your whole face lit us as you choked on your water, bursting into giggles again. It was the way he said it and how he tried to stop the corners of his lips from turning up, but you caught it. Joel let out a full blown belly laugh. It almost sounded like it hurt him to laugh. You wondered how long it’s been since he’s allowed himself to laugh like that. 

He should laugh more often. He had a dazzling smile and dimples that were partially hidden by his beard.

“You have a heart stopping smile Joel. You should smile more.” You reached out your hand and traced the outline of his lips. 

“I like your hair.” He complimented as he traced one of your locs, squeezing it curiously between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Oh?” You beamed at him. Unable to stop your body from getting warm at the slightest touch from him. 

“Yeah it’s kind of like Maria’s but a little longer.” 

“You can pull on it while you fuck me from behind back at my place.” You propositioned.

Joel stood up as he gathered your trays and cups to throw away, “After you.” He gestured to the dining hall exit. 

Luckily, your house was not far from the dining hall. It was surely closer than Joel's. Joel picked you up as soon as you opened the door. You let out a shriek and wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed him hungrily as he walked through the doorway, into the kitchen, and sat you on the counter. You nearly forgot he came over before to repair a few broken windows, which explains why he was so familiar with your house.

“Joel?”

“Yeah?” He breathed as he unbuttoned your yellow top. 

“You should shut and lock the door.” He took one look at the wide open front door before looking back at you with crimson cheeks. 

While he moved to close the door, you finished taking off your shirt and jeans. When he returned to the kitchen, you were still there where he left you, but only in your bra and underwear. You bit your bottom lip in response to him gawking at you and the erection in his blue jeans.

Once he was within arm's reach of you, you pushed two fingers behind his leather belt and pulled him in between your legs. 

You made quick use of unbuttoning the blue jean sweater he had on and once you had access to his full neck you licked a wide stripe before sucking a mark there. 

“Oh,” He murmured softly, “You like leaving a mark, huh?”

“Mhm, you’re mine.” 

“Damn right.” 

“Take me to my bed, please.”

“Your room’s still down the hall, right?”

“Yes.” You nodded. 

He picked you up and took slow steps towards your bedroom. Once you made it in your room he kicked the door shut before plopping you down onto your surprisingly comfortable mattress. You still haven’t gotten used to its fluffiness. 

Joel uncinched your bra and flung it across the room. He kissed your breast tenderly while placing his palms on either side of you, boxing you in. 

He leaned back to admire the wetness between your spread legs and let out a groan as he palmed himself through his pants. You were soaking wet.

“Goddamn you’re wet.” 

“All for you.” You hummed happily as he helped you out of your underwear. 

He leaned down on his forearms, big hands resting on top of your lower abdomen, licking a warm stripe up your wet slit. You jerked slightly in anticipation of the touch. It had been a long time since you had been handled in this way. You were almost positive that you were going cum within minutes. 

“You don’t have to finger me, you know?”

“Hmm? You don’t like being fingered?”

“No, I love it actually. It’s just that…when you finally slide your dick into me…”

“Yes?” He urged as he added a second finger and began to suck on your clit. 

“I like it to hurt a little bit.” You rushed out, biting back an obscene moan. 

“Naughty girl,” Joel quipped, adding a third finger, “I’m still gonna finger you a bit. I’m on the larger side.” 

“Oooh baby,” You let the pet name slip, moaning loudly, “I mean Joel—fuck!”

“No, you had it right the first time.” Joel chuckled, hooking his thick fingers upward and twisting them at a much faster pace. 

“Shit it feels so good.” You panted as he kissed your soft inner thighs gently. The complete opposite of what his fingers were doing. 

“Joel, I’m cu—“

“—I know, baby. I can feel it. Cum for me. I need you nice and wet for the good ole poundin’ I’m about to give you.” His filthy words, coupled with the sensual inflection in his voice, were enough to drive you home, your moans growing louder as he talked you through the best orgasm you'd had in years.

As you writhed against the bed, your fingers pulled at his soft silver-streaked brown waves. You couldn't decide whether you fancied his mouth or his fingers more. Either way, 10s across the board.

Joel backed up to remove his pants and underwear before settling both his knees on the bed. His hungry, chestnut eyes bore into yours as he jerked himself slowly in one hand. He smirked as your gaze drifted to his hard dick, mouth watering at the enticing sight. You ran your tongue across your bottom lip in anticipation. You wanted to taste him so bad. 

“Don’t get too excited. We’re savin’ that for another time,” He said as he motioned for you to turn around, “Hands and knees.” 

Once you assumed the position, Joel pulled you back against his hips to line his thick cock up with your entrance. In one swift motion, Joel was fully seated inside you. He stretched you pretty good with his fingers and you were soaked, but it still pierced a bit as you adjusted to him. It was that good kind of hurt that you missed. Joel had to be seven or eight inches in length, but his girth was astounding. 

You guess your luck was finally starting to come back around. 

You were already losing your mind, and he had only just slid inside you. You knew you weren't going to last. Joel pulled all the way out and slammed back inside, moving you higher up the bed. He thrusted a third and fourth time, and that tight coil in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm caught you both off guard. You had no choice but to lean forward into the pillow and scream as your thighs shook violently.

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Sleeping neighbors be damned. You'd been holding on to it for four long ass years. The orgasm was more than pleasant, but you knew the older man had more in mind for you.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. I guess you’re giving Josh a run for his money, huh?” Joel teased as he gently rubbed your thick quivering thighs. 

If the circumstances were different, the utter surprise in Joel's voice would have made you snort. You were too busy cumming your brains out and sinking your teeth into the pillow to find any amusement at the time being.

“You good to go or do you need a minute?” He asked, smug as ever. Your head was still buried in the pillow, but you could hear the smugness in his voice clear as day. 

You lifted your head and cast a smoldering glance over your shoulder at him, “Shut up and fuck me.” 

“Yes ma’am,” He smirked as he lined himself up again and sank in until he bottomed out. 

“Ugh,” He grunted, “The way you wrap around me is gonna be a problem.” 

You giggled at the peculiar way he told you your pussy was tight as fuck. You rocked back into his slow thrusts, finding a flawless rhythm.

“Jo—Joel! Shit, you fuck me so good.” You whined as you reached under your thighs and played with his balls. 

“Goddamnit!” Joel cursed as his thrusts faltered just a tad. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Takin’ every single inch I give you.” He praised, angling his hips before starting up at a merciless pace. 

Goddamn.

This man knew just what to say to get you over that fucking edge. 

The lack of a full-body mirror in your bedroom was bittersweet. You knew Joel must have looked downright mouth watering while he drilled into you from behind. You were also mindful that your eyes had rolled into the back of your head and that you were an incoherent slobbering mess.

Joel gathered as many of your medium locs as he could in one hand and yanked them back while his other hand gripped your waist and his hips brutally slapped against your soft, round ass.

The entire fucking room sounded like mouse traps going off.

“Fuuuck,” You cried out, eyes shutting tightly, “I can’t believe I’m cummin’ again.” 

“That’s alright,” he encouraged, letting out a low, guttural groan as he felt your walls clench around him once again, “Give it to me.” 

As you came, he landed two hard slaps on your bouncing asscheeks. Your mouth fell open in a silent O. You didn’t even realize that you were trembling, but Joel sure as hell did. You couldn’t remember ever feeling so blissed out like this. Has it really been that long? Or have you just never had this level of sex? Something to ponder about in the morning. 

Joel trailed steamy kisses down your sweat glistened back, scraping a fingernail down the back of your thigh as you rode out your consuming climax. 

He flipped you on your back in one hasty motion, tapping your sensitive clit with his swollen tip and slurping your hardened nipple into his hot mouth as he lined himself up with your drenched entrance.

He hovered over you, gazing into your lust filled eyes as he raised an eyebrow, “Do we need a break?” 

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Joel.” You huffed impatiently, slapping his backside for good measure. 

He shook his head fondly at you before plunging back inside you. His smile vanished swiftly as you both let out a ridiculously high-pitched moan.

You wrapped your legs around him even tighter and clung to his arms and shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress. You sobbed a moan as hot tears began to pool in your eyes as you were railed into a purer level of ecstasy with each calculated thrust.

“Are those tears, angel?” Joel slowed his pace, fucking into you deep and slow. 

“Yes. Hap—happy tears. I never thought I’d be able to experience pl—pleasure like this ever again.” You admitted breathlessly. 

“Thank me.” He ordered, licking the escaped tears that streamed down your cheeks.

“Thank you,” You praised, whimpering softly as he found that sweet spot inside of your core. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him wherever your lips could land. His cheek. His nose. His bearded chin, “Thank you. Thank you Joel for fuckin’ me so good.” 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

“Fuuuuck,” Joel whined as your praises got to him, “You’re welcome, sweet baby.” 

Joel locked his lips against yours in a desperate kiss, both moaning as your tongues danced together. His unrelenting thrusts and needy kisses were causing you to run out of air, but you couldn’t give a damn. If this was how you were gonna go out then so be it.

“You’ve fucked me into oblivion so now it’s your turn to cum. Please Joel.” You panted, eyes blown wide with anticipation. 

“Mmm,” He gasped as he felt his end nearing, “Where do you want it?” 

“Cum inside me.” 

His movements faltered for a brief moment as he thought about something then nodded his head in agreement. 

“Okay.” He grunted as he buried his face into your neck, sucking a bruise onto your shoulder. 

“Please, baby,” You begged as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, “Give me all of it.”

“I’m cummin’, baby.” Joel warned, panting as his rocks lost their rhythm and became more erratic. The first stripe that shot inside of you made you shiver and you jolted right along with Joel. 

“Ahhh!” You would have let out an ear-piercing scream if your voice hadn't already been shot to hell. Another climax ripped through you. You bit your bottom lip and clung to Joel for dear life as you both shook with pleasure. 

“That’s one for the history books.” Joel blurted as he snuck a quick peek at you before settling back down along your spent body.

You both burst out laughing as you tried to calm your hash pants. 

Both of your untamed laughs eventually turned soft giggles then into steady breaths, and within 10 minutes the room was filled with soft snores.

[charmercharm3r]

Not sure if you’re taking requests, but the THOUGHT of Jisung slowly fucking you while you’re trying to have a serious phone conversation with Chan or Minho has been sitting in my head rent free FOR DAYS🤦🏻‍♀️🥵

And everytime you try to cut the conversation short or hang up, Jisung threatens to stop altogether.

Stop it, I’m not okay😭😩

yum yum yummmm

Are You Done?

HJS

Masterlist

wc: 1.4k

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You could hardly breathe, let alone speak into the phone laying on your chest. Minho was on speaker on the other end telling you about his upcoming schedule and how exhausted he was going to be by the end of it. Typical conversation, right?

Of course not when Jisung is your boyfriend and has an insatiable appetite for experimentation. Which is how he got you on your back, underwear discarded and him rubbing his cock back and forth against your clit. It took everything in you not to moan as he stared down at you with that hungry look in his eyes, waiting for you to break even just a little knowing his friend on the call would call you out the second something felt remotely off. 

Lip between your teeth, you bit back the bratty comment you so badly wanted to make at your boyfriend. Jisung just smiled and continued to press his tip into your bundle of nerves, dragging it so lazily that it felt like he was trying to get you to break on purpose. Granted, he was, but only because he knew you could take it.

Your head fell back as he hit a particular spot and you had to clap your hand over your mouth.

“Y/N? Are you even listening? I’m trying to confide in you and—“

“I— I’m listening, I promise. You just… caught me at a—“ Jisung prodded at your entrance with his fingers and stole your voice entirely. He urged you to continue, silently threatening to stop with his stare. “…bad time.”

“I don’t really care, I need your undivided attention. Whatever it is can wait. Me— your friend— is more important.”

“You’re right. Talk to me, I’m here.” Your boyfriend liked that answer, slipping his fingers out of your hole to bring them up to your lips. You took them in your mouth without hesitation and savored the taste on your tongue. Jisung enjoyed the view, his own tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth with a mischievous grin.

The man above you hiked your legs higher up his torso and teased your clit a few moments more before ridding himself of his shirt all together. The plain of his abs taking over your line of sight, you couldn’t help reaching up to touch and let your fingers trace the lines across it.

“I just wanna dance. That’s what I signed up for. I have so many covers recorded and none of them—“

Jisung thought it was a great time to prod at your entrance with his thick tip, you bit down on his fingers to suppress another moan.

“—have even been in the talks of seeing the light of day. It’s frustrating.”

“Have you—“ your voice was muffled by your boyfriend’s digits, popping them out for a moment to speak, “—spoken to the company?”

“Of course I have! They always say it’s never the right time.”

He pushed into you, languid and unrushed, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion with every millimeter he sunk deeper. Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ shape and raked your claws down his abdomen. Jisung chuckled quietly until he came to the hilt. When your eyes rolled back and shut, Jisung squeezed your cheeks to pucker your lips and forced your concentration back to the conversation.

You felt so full and on the verge of vibrating out of your skin but found the strength to speak. “What about that— mmph— that messaging thing?” Jisung’s thumb found your clit again and circled it ever so lightly, hardly thrusting in and out. The sounds were wet and on the louder side, you wondered if Minho could hear it.

“Bubble? What, send dance videos there? It’s a paid platform, not everyone will get to see it.”

For a second you sobered up of the premature excitement, “idiot, you think the stuff you send there isn’t shared? It’ll get out even if you ask not to.”

Your boyfriend nodded along with your answer, agreeing. But then his thrusts picked up just a little, pulling out further to plunge back into the sweet spot he knew just how to hit. The light pressure to your nerves was driving you insane, almost as much as this conversation was.

Minho was silent for a second, but Jisung didn’t stop moving. “What are you doing?” The man on the phone suddenly asked.

You panicked and it made Jisung push in incredibly deep, “e— eating. I’m eating.”

“…Okaaaay… Still, I want it official, y’know? Like on our YouTube and stuff.”

It felt like Jisung wasn’t even moving but the constant stimulation told you that wasn’t the case. His own head tipped back and he let out a long, deep sigh, then gripped onto your hip with his free hand hard enough to bruise. He settled more comfortably on he knees to fuck up into you while switching to opt for shorter and repetitive thrusts. The pressure in your belly was rising higher as he continued to hit your soft spot. “What if you just– f– posted it yourself?” Jisung smirked and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Are you on a treadmill or something? Why do you sound out of breath?”

Your boyfriend leaned down and kissed up the valley of your chest, lightly teething at your skin. A hand came to tangle in his hair instead of keeping the conversation going and he shot a look up at you through his lashes. “The walk to the sink is far. Guess I should exercise more.” Jisung winked and kept going, doing a number on your clit that made your skin burn delightfully.

“Come with me and Jisung next time, maybe it’ll get him to stop complaining about how much he misses you. Anyways, back to me.” You held back a laugh that in turn made your boyfriend giggle as well, rumbling chest to chest. Walls clenching tighter around him, when he started to push harder into your clit you knew he was trying to get you along. You dug your heels into his back and pulled him flush against you. “Should I just make my own YouTube account? Just for dance videos? No, I’d get kicked out for that. What if I…”

Minho continued to speak without giving you a chance to intervene, not that you minded in the slightest. Jisung took advantage of it and rubbed just the way he knew to get you to cum around him, and it was working. Your friend on the phone was clueless and it made the both of you all the more aroused knowing you were going to get away with it. In a way, it was a proud feeling, something of a cross between accomplished and erotic with how simple this one inclusion in the bedroom was. You felt the knot tightening in your belly much tighter than usual and every nerve in your body tingled as you gripped onto Jisung’s hair for support. His face was right next to your phone on your chest, still urging you to pay attention to Minho. But it was getting harder to do so when your boyfriend was being so relentless.

Perhaps forgiveness would be a small price to pay for such a wonderful high that was just within reach. You could no longer hear what Minho was saying, just that he was speaking. All of your concentration went to keeping quiet and you couldn’t even do that anymore. The grip your teeth had on your bottom lip was on the verge of drawing blood, rutting your hips up in time with Jisung’s for maximum feeling. And that just about did it, a good nudge of his thumb at the same time as he prodded at your sweet spot and the sensation took over your body to lock him against your chest and buried within you. By the time the feeling passed, Jisung had left more than one obvious mark across your skin that was deepening with every second.

“Are you done?” Minho’s voice snapped you out of your glowy haze.

“Hm? Done with what?” Airy tone and a smile on your face, you felt Jisung kissing up your neck as the phone fell to the side of your head.

“Getting dicked down. I have real issues that require your help, and your boyfriend’s. Hi, Jisung.”

The two of you giggled, embarrassed but not nearly as much as you should have been. Jisung greeted his friend, then stole the phone to mute it for a moment. He leaned into menacingly whisper, “I didn’t finish, baby. Don’t think we’re done quite yet.”

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[pupyuj]

need me a sugar mommy wony 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like imagine her getting mad that u failed your exams when she literally spend her money on your tuitions??? she would be hella disappointed ☹��☹️

she wouldddd :((

she's not spanking you or slapping your face or anything but she's still very harsh :(( going on and on about how disappointed she was of you, how she feels like her money is going to waste, and oh how she wonders how you can pay her back for all of this :(( not with money ofc, wony isn't that cruel... but she has an idea 🥵

🫢 wony forcing you down on your knees, eating her out while you've got a vibrator inside you :(( your hands being tied behind your back so you can't pleasure yourself more or stop wony when she does something you don't like :(( "make me come... and maybe i'll forgive you.." she was saying while petting your hair 😩😩 ugh mommy wony pushing you closer to her cunt, demanding you to just ruin her but you couldn't focus bcs the vibrator was right against your clit, it was distracting you :(((

she feels you tense up and whine against her pussy, and then she digs her nails on your shoulders, "don't you dare come. i swear to fuck i'll hurt you." she was so mean :((( and ofc you were scared so you stopped paying attention to the wonderful sensation on your clit and focused more on making your mommy come 😔😔 licking and sucking.. anything you could do to push her closer to the edge,, she tasted so sweet... you wanted to drink up her juices already but it seems like she was holding back her own orgasm as a form of punishment for you too,,,

but then she completely loses herself when you inserted your tongue inside her 🫠🫠🫠 "g-good...! so good, baby, right there... fuck..." ACK she would sound soooo pretty :((( she was almost suffocating you with the way she pressed you so close against her, but you weren't complaining... 🥰🥰 making wony moan so load when you start playing with her clit using your tongue :(( you wanted her to forgive you, so you have to do everything that you knew she liked!! and you knew she liked it best when you focus on her little clit 🤤

"mmmh...! fuck..! fuck, i'm coming.. m-mommy's coming, baby... shit..!" and then finally you could drink up her cum like you always wanted 😍😍 but it's not over yet!! bcs you were still squirming, almost crying bcs you were at the edge of the edge, the vibrator still alive and well stimulating your clit... and wony finally remembers this and makes you lay on the bed,, then she towers over you.. a smirk dancing on her lips...

"good job, baby girl... i think it's only fair i return the favor now.. but you have to promise that you'll do your very best in school from now on, m'kay?"

ofc you learned everything about how to eat pussy from your mommy, so you came very, very good and a lot that night 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i need to eat her out just once guys i'm...

[boba-beom]

Hey Angel🫶🏼

Here after reading your Soobin ceiling mirror hard thoughts 😵‍💫😵‍💫🥵🥵🥵

First of all I love your work so much I swear it’s so refreshing reading your work! You execute everything perfectly!

I had a little something to add to it hehe!

Imagine after you just had the most mind blowing sex in a while and you are laying on Soobin he suddenly turns you around so your back is against his chest! He spreads your legs wide with one of his hands while the other is resting on the side of your neck making you watch his every move! His hand slowly slides to your breast and he starts fiddling with them pinching your nipples flicking them just being a total tease while you are squirming. He finally starts to rub your folds flicking your clit or even giving your pussy a slap or two when you turn your head slightly, just being a menace with his teasing. He finally starts finger fucking you and you lose all the self control you had. Your hand going on top of his and he stops. “I know you want this baby so be good look at your self and remove your hands from mine. Look how my fingers slide in and out of your weeping cunt” and he’s in the mood to wreck you so the edging is on another level. Every time he feels you clinch he stops and you whine for his touch. It goes on for a while until he pinches your clit and you came the hardest that night. As soon as you came down from your high you were curled up to him and already asleep exhausted from the night.

I NEED THAT SO BAD WTF

I’m horny and at work love that for me 😩

HAHAHA this second picture made me laugh ngl 😭

OH. MY. FUCK. ANGIE HELLO????? 🥴

first of all, tysm bby <3 I love hearing your feedback and it makes me pout all the time 🥹

SECOND. I THINK I READ THAT THREE TIMES BC IT LEFT ME WITH NO THOUGHTS. him fingering you while he tells you to watch yourself is actually kinda crazy 😵‍💫 esp after he’s hammered up into you omfg. imagine you just hear his raspy, deep voice in your ear. warmth of his breath fanning against your collarbones while you’re heaving from the work of his fingers 🫠 I have nothing left to say, you said it all!!

[gemini-sensei]

Something about Hawk being possessive and smug and an asshole to everyone else just makes all the feminism in me disappear like yes you're right I was in fact made to be fucked every day, this pussy does belong to you, and I am definitely a slut who thinks about nothing but dick all day what about it?? Not to mention Alpha!Hawk is just a whole different beast about it... I think I need to lay down 🥵

Honestly fucking same.

Regular mean Hawk or Alpha Hawk, I will hands down be his pretty little housewife that he comes home to and uses to his heart's desire. Like, yes sir.

He'd love to come home and find his chubby cute wife in nothing but and apron, waiting for him to bend over and use her holes as he sees fit. Stuffing her full of cum and telling her how she's such a good wife to him. "You've probably been waiting all day for my cock, huh. Don't answer that. I know I'm right."

Comes in and hoists her up into or bends her over any piece of furniture or appliance that's closest; dinner table, washing machine, kitchen counter. He makes her beg for it while he plays with her wet folds, teasing her and telling her that she needs to tell him what she wants from him. "Go on, tell me what it is you really want. 'Cause you're nothing more than a cock hungry slut."

"Who's slut are you, babe?"

Ugh, yes 😩😩😩

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

“And you need a spanking.”

😳😳😳

I’m quiet as hell y’all. Listen, my best friend is fine as fuck. He’s tall, beautiful brown skin, THICK, and he got this beard with his hair in a curly fro 😩😩 he got tattoos LAWD! This man is FINE FINE! So I’m like…is he really saying all of this?!!!!!

“That’s what you need. I’m tired of this sexual tension between us. I’m gonna fix that attitude. Do you hear me talking to you?”

I say “Yes, Sir.”

Like this man was putting me in my place!

“You owe me a proper apology. So apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Erik. I’m sorry for being mean and yelling and acting out. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I’m pretty much soft lol I can’t even look him in the eye! He’s like “All you had to do was ask for this dick girl.”

He’s pretty much reading me like a book. I’ve always had a crush on him and this nigga is putting me on blast and I’m naked lol

“If you wanted to cum I could have done that for you easily. And you ain’t gotta be jealous. I feel the same way.”

So I am lost for words YALL. And I’m horny. So he finally looks down at my body and y’all…the way he looks at me 🥵 he finally lets my arms go and steps away and he’s just looking at my body. I’m timid and he’s like “so now you shy? Too late for that. Turn around.”

Y’all!!!!

I turn and he’s like “mmm mmm mmm.” With this deep exhale omgggghghhh

He’s like “you gonna follow directions?”

🥵🥵🥵

“Yes.” Cuz bitch yes the fuck I am!!

(Side note, he’s an Aquarius and I’ve figured out it was true what they say about them)

“Lay on your stomach with that ass up so I can spank you.”

(Part four)

It’s him telling you to lay on your stomach so he can pop that ass! 😂😭 this is good! He probably followed you to your apartment so he could dick you down 😂 he like “I got something for her.”

[lipglossanon]

another hopefully short blurb, the switching places with leon’s sex toys ask made me think of dark stepdaddy leon again (because it’s 💀 after all) bending you over a bed and covering your upper half with a blanket so he’s basically just using you a toy and spanks you every time you make a noise so ya know,,,, it’s more immersive 🤭 and for once he doesn’t make you ask to cum but he does just use you for hours on end filling you so much there’s a small puddle on the floor both from you squirting but also from all of his cum leaking out

- 💀

(also that ask about leon probably have a different place because Government Things and the one of him using other people fucking you as a punishment got me thinking of him doing all of those things at once like you’re being bratty so he invites Chris or Krauser or both 🫣 and just keeps you bent over in the bed with a gag in and a blanket or sheet covering you so you’re just a communal toy at that point 🤭)

I need this to happen 😩

I’m seriously gonna make a note to come back cause I need to see this written 🥴

Like being the communal toy?? 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Just being spanked by Leon every time you make a noise til you’re finally conditioned to keep quiet while they use you 🥵

And listening to them talk about you while you’re just laying there 🥴

“Damn sure is a tight little hole. Didn’t you say you just fucked this pussy, Redfield?”

The three of them all laugh and Chris answers, “Yeah, had her all nice and stretched out; guess that little hole is just made to get railed.”

I need to go lay down 🥴

[sensei-venus]

Jfc! The og alpha Cobras with the omega read 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I'm trying to go to sleep but now all I can think of is being their pretty little omega 😩

May I ask what is it like when their pack omega goes into heat is very whiny snd needy, asking them to make the pain go away, make it all better

(Unedited)

One of them most likely tracks her heats, some of the other guys just completely forget or don't pay attention. Dutch and Johnny won't notice until they get a good sniff of her pre-heat scent. Bobby and Jimmy are usually the ones who end up tracking her heats.

None of the boys actively try to get her to go onto heat suppressants. They really do leave that up to her to decide if she wants to go on them. They do voice the fact that she always has them, five alphas that’s are will to protect and take care of her during her pre-heats and heats. She will never feel alone or feel like she will actually get harmed or hurt during her heats.

They know the minute she starts going into heat just from her scent and the way she starts acting. She gets more clingy with all of them, rubbing up against them, hugging them more, sitting in their laps during lunch and outings, more kisses to their necks and faces. As soon as she starts showing signs of her heat they start going on lockdown and start planing for the next week or so. Making sure they have a place to stay for the week so they can take care of her.

Most of the time they are all there during her heat, all of them partaking in sex with her together. But sadly sometimes it just doesn’t work out the way they want and it’s only one or two of them that can be with her though her heat. It’s never a throw in the face kind of thing with who gets to spend time with her during her heat.

“Please! Please it hurts guys, make it stop.”

Dutch traced his fingers over her dripping folds, the tips of his fingers ghost over her hole. He smirks up at her as she lay on top of him. He kissed up her neck, licking at the bond mark he had given her a while back. New fingers pushed against his own on her bare flesh. Thick fingers pushed into her needy hole as Dutch workedhe own fingers over her wet folds.

“Man your so wet with slick babe, your pussys drooling for us. You want your alphas to take care of you?” Johnny's voice was low as he whispered in her ear from over top her. She whimpered as his fingers started to thrust in and out of her. His knuckle brushed against her lower lips with every thrust in.

“Can I get in first?” Tommy piped in, fisting his own cock from the sidelines. His knot starting to firm up with every stroke.

Jimmy rolled his eyes as he played with Readers tits. His big hands groping the soft flesh of her big tits as they hang. His fingers pinched at her hard buds.

Bobby smirked as he licked over her shoulder and played with her other tit. His other hand ghosted over the fat of her belly and between her legs, his fingers seeking out her swollen clit. She moaned and slumped down onto Dutch. He smirked as he sucked a bigger hickey into her collarbone.

“No. She needs to be knotted by the head alpha first. Get that tight little pussy stretched out. From the looks of it, we might be here for quite a while with the way she’s looking. And this pussy is tight. Needs a lot of stretching on my knot before we can get her all nice and ready to breed comfortably.” She bit into the thick flesh of her neck and she squealed. Her hips thrusting back onto his fingers, fucking herself on his thick fingers.

It was going to be a long week

[milla-frenchy]

I’m supposed to already be asleep since I have to get up at 8am cuz I attend a birthday party buttttt for my sweetheart Milla I will push through, I can honestly not wait till tomorrow evening to read so here we go 🤭🤍

I already told Kate that you two must have planned an attack on me from both sides but I’m here for it, please never stop 🤩

Virginity loss let’s gooooooo 🤭🥵

“Joel took another sip of his beer before saying: “You want more? You wanna feel our cocks in your pretty cunt? Is that right, sweetheart?” Ohhhhh hell yeah I wanna feel them in my pretty cunt who would ever say no to that ???😈😏

Maybe that’s weird but how about both Millers at the same time not necessarily in the same hole but hey there would be one for each of them 🥵😏

“I'm sure Tommy would love to jerk off between your tits, while my cock would sink in your throat. Right, Tommy?” Joel Miller you dirty old man the love for you is undeniable strong. Poor Tommy his head must be spinning from all the dirty thoughts his brother plants in his head( although I’m convinced he has them on his own too but won’t admit it so easily) 😏🤭❤️

I love how Joel and reader work as a team to convince Tommy (though once again I think there is not a whole lot convincing needed) 🤩

“I’m just a 21 year old girl and I wanna have fun on my summer vacation...” you pouted.” Perhaps the Miller brothers can visit me too. That would make me a very happy 21-year-old girl and my summer would be better. 🙌🏻😌

“You obeyed, putting your head on his pillow. Naked. The two men stood at the foot of the bed, still dressed. You felt desired, knowing how hard their cocks must be. You felt a little scared too. But the way the previous evening had gone made you think everything would be fine. You knew deep down that they would be perfect.” Of course it will be amazing, but I totally get that she’s a little scared. I would probably be too if I had those two men just look at me lay there and watch me touch myself. 🫶🏻

“The two men got undressed and lied down against you. You kissed them in turn, their hands roaming your body.” I can picture them clearly in my head and it’s beautiful. 🥵😍

“I’m gonna eat ya baby. Gonna make you come on my tongue. And then your crush will fuck you, ok? You want me to go down on you?” Everything about this has me absolutely screaming and biting into my pillow 🥵🫠🫠

Yes their filthy mouths are also driving me crazy. I’d love to be used be them too when will it be my turn 😩😩😩🙏🏻

“shit. You want my cum? You want me to fill you up?” What a question ??? Of course I want your cum Tommy 🥰

“You just knew he could be really rough, but he cared and respected you, your body, your first time.” I have feeling you will show us his rough side in the future. 😈

Love that he respects her first time like that but next time let’s get a lil disrespectful 😏

“Summer was really about to begin.” Let the games begin im ready for a summer with the Millers 😍🤭

Mina you are amazing, thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹❤️

I already told you, but I can't express how motivating your comments are. I loved reading your thoughts, and I can already tell you that all you imagine will happen 😌😏

The fact that you're taking the time to write this beautiful read through makes me so emotional 💖

Ily 🫶🫶🫶 thank you, you made my day

A summer with the Millers part 2

[sansaorgana]

I am SCREAMING on the inside. This is so good, so delicious, so fucking amazing!!! 🤩🤤 I couldn't help myself and read it at work, sitting by my desk and keeping a poker face on... 😩

I am tempted to quote every single line because the fic is so beautifully written but of course I can't do that. 😅

Still, I have A LOT to say! 💓

However, you make it look so peaceful, he has to try it occasionally. Of course he usually finds you in your dreams, takes all the attention you can spare and more, leaving you wanting until waking when he can ravage you again.

I love how possessive and obsessive he is, that he even haunts her dreams and claims her mind this way all the time.

What makes you think a servant as worthless as you deserves a love like hers?

I love me some humbled Sauron lmao

In this state, you're reminded of just how dangerous your husband is, even between dreaming and waking. His eyes are black, unseeing, with a terrifying expression you're sure would have annihilated any enemy he could have been dreaming of.

Why is this so fucking sexy lmao scared & horny! 🤤😩

"All is well, my love, it wasn't real, you're here with me, no one can touch you here." Some nights, holding him close and murmuring sweet reassurances in his ear is enough to soothe him; tonight he needs a little more from you.

Well, he's welcome to need more and I'm more than happy to give it to him 🥵

But he's hard against your hip, a fact you're trying to ignore; taking advantage of him is the last thing on your mind, not that he would protest, even when he returns to his right mind.

TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIM, BITCH!!! 😂

You feel him grind against you and you release a breath you didn't even realise you'd been holding.

God, he's such a needy dog! I love that ❣️

"Use me," his breathy moan breaks on your skin like a wave on the shore, tingles washing down your spine, filling your core with empty warmth as he bucks his hips into yours, which respond in kind as you turn your head to meet his hungry kiss.

USE ME??? OMG 😱

"Use me... take me... love me..." he begs you, with less and less breath left in his lungs with each command, as you gently lay him on his back, straddling his thighs, grinding your core into the hard muscle.

I loved this plea because it's like he's begging but also ordering since he's Sauron himself? Idk to me it's a perfect mix of submission driven by dominance if you get me and I'm a slut for that!

Sauron watches you hazily, through heavily lidded eyes, in disbelief that the goddess above him is his and his alone to enjoy and to ruin.

HIS AND HIS ALONE TO ENJOY AND TO RUIN 🛐🛐🛐

You sit up, licking him from your fingers, and your smile is so radiant, he forgets where he is, who he is, all the evil he has ever done. For one shining moment, it is just you and him, all he'd ever need.

She could fuck the evil outta him, love that 😂

"No, no, not that, never that, always so good to me, my beautiful wife, love you so much, my sweet..." His cunt-drunk ramblings are adorable but you put a finger to his lips.

CUNT-DRUNK SAURON 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

You can't help but feel absurdly powerful, a Maia fallen apart at your fingertips, never mind this Maia, this beautiful demon who vowed to never relinquish his control again. It's an honour and a privilege to see him submit to you like this, submit to himself like this, let himself just feel without exercising his need to dominate, to just let go with the one person in the world he knows he is truly free with.

Oh to be the only person he would submit to... 😌

"Please, my love... remake me, make me yours,"

Remake me!!! 😳 He just wants to be her subject, her disciple... Ugh 😩

A tiny voice in his mind tells him he should be embarrassed; but what is worship if not praise?

What is worship if not praise... 🤧

Sitting astride him, you feel as if he's never been so deep inside your cunt before now. You hiss a little at the intrusion but he's so familiar, every time he enters you, it feels like coming home.

I love how they fit each other so well in every sense 😉

"I know what you need..." You murmur as you lean over him, slowing the rhythm of your hips, "nothing in that head, cock wet and wanting, heart full and happy."

I am shooketh and speechless 🥵

Subjugate the Devil (Sauron/F!Reader)

Sauron has a nightmare. You are only too happy to oblige in making him forget; or:

Sub!Sauron makes a lengthy appearance. Plot, what plot?

Set in my In The Dark series, but works as a standalone (alludes to trauma mentioned in other chapters, but it is literally just smut) // AO3 Link

Soundtrack: Disease by Lady Gaga, Don't Let Me Go by Raign, Like a Prayer by Madonna, Oh You Are Not Well by Chloe Foy

Playlist!

Warnings: 18+! Dom/sub - gentle dom, needy sub; just pure smut; literally Plot What Plot (though there is a bit if you squint); P in V sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); copious amounts of bodily fluids (sorry, like for real); cockwarming; dry humping; handjob; begging/denial/teasing; praise kink; multiple orgasms; overstimulation; unresolved trauma; tiny bit of violence but it is just an illusion; very soft!Sauron, so tender. We make him cry and that's all I wanted to do.

A/N: I've been working on this for a few days, it is ummm filthier than anything I've ever written, like I really don't know where it came from. The warnings are just what's on the menu at this point idk.

I pictured Annatar for this one, but you guys can imagine whomever you like (@troublesomesnitch he's got that chest hair though!!) Sub!Halbrand would be a treat ngl.

Excuse the gif guys, I just want to see him cry :)

Word Count: 4.2k (!!)

Sauron does not sleep. Ordinarily.

However, you make it look so peaceful, he has to try it occasionally. Of course he usually finds you in your dreams, takes all the attention you can spare and more, leaving you wanting until waking when he can ravage you again.

Sometimes however his dreams come unbidden. Instead of slipping into your mind, he falls deeper into his own, unearthing old memories he'd rather stay buried, burned beyond recognition.

You always know when this happens; your usually calm and collected lover wakes in a cold sweat, clutching at your skin, his face in your neck, desperate to forget what his mind has shown him. He has never told you the details, but you can only assume it has something to do with his master, with his cruel and unusual forms of punishment.

Tonight is one of those nights, worse perhaps as he moans and writhes in his sleep, rousing you immediately. You can't seem to wake him from his torment, every gentle touch, every kiss to his temple only seems to fan the flames. You end up atop him, each of your thighs either side of his abdomen, trying to shake him awake.

Visions of Morgoth in his wrath; illusions of you partaking in his torture at his master's hand; pain and terror in his heart, as the nightmare refuses to cease, even as you try to soothe him.

What makes you think a servant as worthless as you deserves a love like hers?

Morgoth's words hold him in a vice grip; he can't break free, the unshed tears behind his closed eyelids threaten to leak onto his cheeks, stricken with fear and pain.

"I've got you, you're okay, you're here with me." You stroke his face, your hair brushing his chest, unsure of what to do except hold him.

When his eyes finally fly open, he grasps your arms, and with a leg hooked behind you, flips you onto your back, a dagger at your throat.

You're fairly sure his weapon isn't real, but he is a master of illusion, and pain is merely a construct of the mind; he could hurt you if he wanted to.

In this state, you're reminded of just how dangerous your husband is, even between dreaming and waking. His eyes are black, unseeing, with a terrifying expression you're sure would have annihilated any enemy he could have been dreaming of.

Your hands shaking, you reach up slowly and try to take the knife; surely enough, when you clutch at it, it disappears like smoke between your fingers, so you take his hand instead, still clenched unfeeling around his shattered illusion.

You pull his hand to your chest, letting him feel your racing heart flutter against his fingers.

Slowly but surely, you bring him back to you, his daze broken but his psyche bruised and bleeding.

Your shallow breathing evens out as the light returns to his eyes, and for a moment he looks at you confused as if his position above you is of your own making.

His eyes dart from his hand on your chest, to your fiercely fixed expression, attempting to soothe his nerves but unable to hide how shaken you are.

"Is this real?" He's still breathing hard, for someone who doesn't really need to breathe. "Are you really here? Is it you?"

He's so tender, tracing your cheekbones, your cupid's bow, gently raking your hair with his fingertips.

"Of course, beloved, I'm right here, I'm always right here." You try to hide your confusion, assuming he's still walking the line between dreaming and waking.

He slowly pulls himself away to nestle at your side, reluctant to break eye contact with you as he does so, still clutching at you to ground himself.

"What did I do? Tell me I didn't hurt you, love." He's so quiet, it's unnerving, but you take him in your arms anyway, crading his head to your chest.

"All is well, my love, it wasn't real, you're here with me, no one can touch you here." Some nights, holding him close and murmuring sweet reassurances in his ear is enough to soothe him; tonight he needs a little more from you.

All you want to do is tell him you love him, that he deserves you, that you're his, that he deserves everything you want to give him, that you ache for him when he's not by your side.

But he's hard against your hip, a fact you're trying to ignore; taking advantage of him is the last thing on your mind, not that he would protest, even when he returns to his right mind.

He listens to your heartbeat for a while, focusing on the strong rhythm to forget his waking nightmare, marvelling at how your heart beats in tandem to his, running his trembling fingers across your exposed skin, up your arm, across your collarbone to your throat, watching the artery jump in time with your heart. He knows you so well, so intimately, that when you notice his erection, your heart skips a beat, and he can guess exactly what you're thinking, not needing to peer into your mind for himself.

You feel him grind against you and you release a breath you didn't even realise you'd been holding.

"Love..." You murmur into his hair, absentmindedly running your fingers over the sensitive pointed tips of his ears. "Come now, you need to rest, darling."

He can't show you what he saw, what he went through, the horror and the agony of his master's worst torments. The image of you performing the worst of it is tattooed on his eyelids, a reminder of Morgoth's favourite form of punishment. He can't show you, can't tell you, but he can ask you to make him forget.

"I need you," he whispers in your ear, strangled groans peppering his sentiments, making you gasp, "need you to feel good, need you to know how much I adore you-"

Your eyes widen as blood rushes to your cheeks, the heat of his words enflaming your core.

"I want you too, love, but right now? Are you sure?" You ask him through ragged breath as he turns his attentions to your neck, licking and sucking and blowing cool air over your wet skin, before warming it with his tongue once more.

You're so close to giving in, wanting to give him all he craves and more, and he knows it.

"Use me," his breathy moan breaks on your skin like a wave on the shore, tingles washing down your spine, filling your core with empty warmth as he bucks his hips into yours, which respond in kind as you turn your head to meet his hungry kiss.

"I'm yours. Make me yours."

His words thrill you, but his tone makes you feel incredible; needy, wanton, desperate to please you.

You glide your hands over his torso, relishing in his hot velvet skin and the soft hair that covers him; taking your time as he tries to kiss you senseless, his heated skin glowing with sweat that you can't resist tasting for yourself, salt and smoke on your tongue.

"Use me... take me... love me..." he begs you, with less and less breath left in his lungs with each command, as you gently lay him on his back, straddling his thighs, grinding your core into the hard muscle.

You slide your hands between the layers of fabric separating your skin, stripping him slowly and laying him bare for your viewing pleasure alone.

He arches his back for you, baring his neck and thrusting his hips into the ghost of your touch, chanting your name and praying for you to take his aching cock in hand.

You trace the contours of his thighs, his firm abdominal muscles, the stiff peaks of his nipples, earning you a shudder and a moan that shoots straight to your core, hot wet arousal dripping onto his thigh.

His fingers move to gather your nectar instinctively, wanting to savour every taste of his wife, but you grip his wrist and raise it above his head, and he gasps. You've never denied him before, not in the eons you've adored him, but it turns him on beyond belief.

Sauron watches you hazily, through heavily lidded eyes, in disbelief that the goddess above him is his and his alone to enjoy and to ruin. You are a sight to behold, as your hair cascades down your back, lips parted and breath ragged; your breasts bounce as you ride his thigh, hypnotising him, drawing him deeper into your thrall.

He tries to lean up to kiss you, lave every inch of your skin with his desperate tongue, but you push him back to the bed.

"Not yet, soon but not yet." You want his mouth on you, the aching between your thighs only amplified by the distinct lack of your husband’s throbbing length inside you, but tonight is for him; he needs to surrender to you first.

"I don't think you've let go quite enough yet." Your warm breath breaks on his sensitive neck, washes down his spine, straight to his cock, throbbing in his need for you.

You haven't touched him yet, hands firmly in place on his chest; his eyes plead with you to be lenient, and as his loving wife, you're only too happy to oblige him as he continues to beg for all the care and attention you can give.

"Please, love, please, need you to-" he gasps as you run your fingers over the head of his cock, gathering the copious amounts of precum pooling on his stomach to ease the glide over his flesh.

"Is that better, love?" You can't help but smirk at his pained gasps, as you languidly stroke his shaft, circling the sensitive head with your thumb, your eyes locked on his.

His cock twitches in your hand as he moans your name, begs for release, begs for your cunt, begs to be remade.

"That's it, love, let yourself go. All you need to do is feel good for me, my love," you lean down, whispering in his ear, "please me, show me how much you deserve your release."

His breath hitches and you hear him swallow hard; his expression is a masterpiece, eyes wide, jaw slack, as he begs you to show him mercy, groaning and whimpering as you pump his length.

"Please..." It's only one syllable, but it feels like a lifetime as he chokes out his plea, tries to touch you to no avail as you hold his hands above his head, placing them in a death grip on the headboard.

"Please, what? You might need to be more specific, my darling." You edge down the bed, holding him in place as he tries to follow you, until your head rests on his thighs.

"Need you to... fuck!" He growls and curses and grips the headboard as his hips jerk and writhe to meet you.

"Need me to...? What, my sweet, tell me?" You are enjoying teasing him, perhaps a little too much, and you will pay for it later, but right now he's so deeply needy for your love and attention that he'll take whatever you bestow upon him.

"Touch me..." he groans, as his cock visibly throbs with need, "your fingers, your mouth, I don't care, I need you, you're the only one, only one who can make me feel like this..."

His pleas and whimpers cut off with a sharp gasp, as you take his cock in your mouth as deeply as you can manage. He feels the opening of your throat on his tip and loses his mind, his oversensitive flesh shooting stars up and down his spine, heat pooling in his abdomen that almost immediately spreads like wildfire throughout his body, as your fingers and tongue and lips work together like an orchestra, drawing an irresistible melody from the depths of his pitch black soul, and all the seed his cock can muster.

You pull away and let him spill himself over your thighs, your abdomen, your hands; he looks mortified but he can't stop now he's started, pearly white splattering your skin, making you his.

"I belong to you," he keens and stutters but you hear him through his orgasm, his whimpers becoming moans that reverberate through you.

You can only watch him adoringly as he finishes quaking and moaning beneath you, unable to quite believe that he is yours, even after all this time.

You sit up, licking him from your fingers, and your smile is so radiant, he forgets where he is, who he is, all the evil he has ever done. For one shining moment, it is just you and him, all he'd ever need.

"Proud of you, love, so good for me." You murmur as you lean down to kiss him softly, giving him that tiny confirmation of your affections he needs right now.

"...thank you, needed you. Ahh- Need you." He is grateful, oh so grateful, but his still-hard cock betrays him, and you can't help but grin.

"Oh love, did I not do a good enough job? Have I left you wanting?" Your faux sincerity pains him and he immediately starts apologising.

"No, no, not that, never that, always so good to me, my beautiful wife, love you so much, my sweet..." His cunt-drunk ramblings are adorable but you put a finger to his lips.

"It's okay, I know, I've got you," you smile at him; he returns it so radiantly, you have to kiss him, to be the one to destroy it.

His pretty moans flutter to your cunt, arousal dripping from you like honey from the hive, and he looks up at you, gloriously wide eyed, begging to be allowed to taste your nectar, to sate his thirst for you.

You can't help but feel absurdly powerful, a Maia fallen apart at your fingertips, never mind this Maia, this beautiful demon who vowed to never relinquish his control again. It's an honour and a privilege to see him submit to you like this, submit to himself like this, let himself just feel without exercising his need to dominate, to just let go with the one person in the world he knows he is truly free with.

"Please, my love... remake me, make me yours," His breathless plea is like no music the Valar have ever sung, his moans a spell all their own, enrapturing you even as you hold the key to his release, as you take command of the Maia who values his control of others above all else.

"I do believe, dearest, that you made quite the mess, actually, perhaps you'd be so kind?" You gesture to the cum that still drips down your thighs, sticky and uncomfortable and definitely ready to be washed from your skin.

He is only too happy to oblige.

You lie back and beckon him to you; he works his way up your body, methodically but no less desperately, licking up every drop to please you, content to savour every inch of you. When he tries to make a detour to your mound, you gently yank his hair, reminding him of his task, revelling in the absolute control he's given you.

"Oh love, you did make a mess," you moan as you stroke his hair, "so good for me, cleaning me up, such a good husband, always so good to me."

Receiving such praise is almost cruel and unusual for Sauron, who is frankly more used to giving it to you, and receiving wrath from all others. A tiny voice in his mind tells him he should be embarrassed; but what is worship if not praise? Your devotion, your care, your undivided attention; all for him, giving him that for which he yearns above all else.

He can't resist stealing a kiss, crashing his lips to yours as he cradles your face. You taste his seed on his lips, something that feels strangely forbidden, thrilling in its taboo. The aching in your core has only intensified with his efforts, and you feel it is about time he served you with his silver tongue in the way you both crave. You push his head to your cunt, with which he gladly complies, settling between your thighs, gripping your legs firmly apart to allow him to feast on you.

Before his tongue can delve into your folds, he holds back, locking his gaze on yours.

"Please? Let me taste you, let me show you how much I love you."

"Fuck, yes, love, yes," you chant his name as he finally puts his tongue to excellent use, seeking out your swollen clit, lapping at your entrance, sucking at the velvety skin of your inner thighs.

He keeps his hands in view; you haven't told him he can touch himself, and he won't break this spell now.

Like a starving man at a banquet, he indulges in you, exquisitely. Every tiny moan that escapes him vibrates over your folds, making you whimper in return; he flicks his tongue over your entrance before sliding two fingers deep inside you, hooking them and stroking that delicious sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He watches you the whole time, basking in the chorus of your pleasure.

You feel the heat coil in your abdomen, and you pull him away sharply; his disappointment is evident but you want him inside you when you finally claim your orgasm.

"Lay back, love, hands on the headboard." It is intoxicating, having your husband obey your every command, and as he settles into the mattress, looking up at you expectantly, you vow this won't be the last time the two of you play this game.

Sitting astride him, you feel as if he's never been so deep inside your cunt before now. You hiss a little at the intrusion but he's so familiar, every time he enters you, it feels like coming home. You grind your hips into him, capturing with your lips every whimper that forces its way past his clenched teeth. Tracing his firm chest, running your fingers through the smattering of soft hair, feeling every curve and contour slowly, languidly, while he writhes beneath your thighs, caging him inside your wet heat.

His strangled moans and gasps echo throughout your chamber; every time he reaches for you, you press a kiss to his palm and hold it above his head, until he learns to behave.

"No one could love me like you, care for me like you, knows how to take their pleasure from me like you, beautiful wife, only yours." He feels like he's losing his mind, slipping further into some deep quiet space where it's just the two of you, where nothing matters but you on his cock.

"Only you can put me back together, can sing the song my soul yearns for-" you interrupt his pretty words with your fingers in his mouth.

"Hush, my love, focus on me, only me, you don't have to speak, you don't have to beg for me unless you want to, just let it happen." You trace the shell of his ear with your tongue, savouring the tiny sighs that escape him, before nipping the pointed tip and relishing his sharp moan.

"Bound together, you and I, for all eternity... and I wouldn't have it any other way, sweet husband." You groan out between thrusts, every movement within you the sweetest form of torture.

No other thrill in the world will ever compare this; your divine husband laid out beneath you, looking up at you with blissful wonder, eyes black with lust, golden hair mussed and tangled by your fingers, your name tumbling from his swollen lips like a prayer and a curse. Right now, you'd take either.

"Darling, please," his broken gasp spans an octave, jumping to a breathy moan as you descend on his cock once more.

"I know what you need, love," you moan as you ride him, the drag of his cock inside you fucking delicious, but the look on his face is a feast in comparison.

His eyes widen as he clutches the bedsheets, refusing to look away but requiring every iota of self-restraint to stay present with you, not to lose himself to the unearthly sensations you've introduced him to tonight.

"I've got you, just let it go, give yourself to me, beloved, let your mind empty-" you kiss him deeply and swallow the groan building in his chest.

"So proud of you, so good for me, doing so well," you let out a throaty moan as you clench your walls around him, feeling his cock throb within you.

"I know what you need..." You murmur as you lean over him, slowing the rhythm of your hips, "nothing in that head, cock wet and wanting, heart full and happy."

His ragged breath hitches as the last shred of self-control slips through his fingers. He thrusts up deep inside you, throbbing, aching to fill you, as you grab his hands and pull them to touch you finally, a precious relief to you both.

As he runs his hands up your bare skin, he kneads your soft flesh, worshipping every inch as if he's never beheld anything so perfect in his long life. His large hands encircle your abdomen, grasp your hips, pull your ass impossibly closer until you can't tell where you end and he begins; not that the distinction is important anymore.

He rests his hands on your back, fingers splayed as if to encompass you within his flesh, as if being wrapped around you, caged inside you, isn't enough contact, like the two of you enjoined in body and soul isn't enough, will never be enough to sate his hunger for you.

Finally, you let him lean up to join you, his torso flush with yours, gliding against you, slick with the sweat you've provoked in your teasing. He kisses you hard, tongue tangling with yours, teeth hungry, lips swollen, your breath mingling just as your souls are entwined, a maelstrom of pleasure in which you'd be happy to be imprisoned forever.

You brush back his soft hair, grip the roots, and pull his head back, bearing his throat to your greedy lips. You grind on his cock as you press harsh kisses, soft bites, to his tender flesh, laving his skin and savouring his moans under your tongue. He fucking whimpers under you, and you pull away to take him in, in all his ruined glory.

There are tears in his eyes, his lips wet and parted for your kiss; his expression is nothing like you've ever seen, so completely has he given himself to you and your pleasure.

You softly trace his throat before grasping him firmly, feeling every breath, every sob, every whimper, reverberating through you, inflaming every nerve in your body.

His Adam's apple bobs under your fingers, firm in your grip but tender in your passion. Tears spring unbidden to his eyes, falling down his glorious face and filling your heart with such love, such adoration, such utter and complete devotion, that it scares you for a moment, pushing you over the edge at last.

You clench around him, milking his sensitive cock for every last drop of seed, as you ride this new high, this indescribable feeling of power that his submission has wrought in you. You think if you could just hold onto that feeling-

"I feel it too-" his strangled moan is cut short, all the stars in the sky paling in comparison to the pleasure he feels beneath you right now.

You feel him paint your insides, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you until he is spent. Your foreheads pressed together, your limbs entangled, every breath shared in tandem; you would stay here forever. And he would gladly grant his goddess that wish, and any more that your heart desires.

You roll onto your side, limbs shaking with exertion, pulling him to join you, refusing to allow him exit from your wet heat. He huffs a small, relieved sigh, not wishing to be parted from you either.

His iron embrace never fails to comfort you, and it is especially firm tonight. Your heart swells at the thought that even after surrendering to you so entirely, so perfectly, he still needs to hold and shelter you, can't give up his role as your protector even at his most vulnerable.

"We should do that again, love." You murmur, feeling his smirk against your neck.

"Whatever you desire, my Queen," he peppers your neck with tender kisses, sensing you are close to sleep. "I am yours, you are mine-"

"And always will be." You interrupt with a sleepy smile, provoking a chuckle.

Sauron can only watch you enthralled, as you drift off, content, your limbs entwined with his, reluctant to follow you into sleep after tonight's events. Perhaps, yielding control is something he should master, he muses; after all, you did seem to be utterly delighted with the turn of events, and he is nothing if not a loving Lord, a devoted husband enthralled by his wife to distraction.

You slip into dreaming, holding onto him as if for dear life, relishing in the feeling of being so loved, so obeyed.

Your brain is empty, but your cunt is full, and your heart is happy.

[thebluemage]

We also did not get nearly enough of sebs hands in latex gloves. Like… mmmmmm that’s what I need. Those hands. In gloves. Preferably with a little grin on his face as he’s about to do unspeakable things to an innocent girl like meeeee. Also… the clip where he’s in scrubs and his head is tilted back? Imagine that after he’s just ~pushed in~ with you in a gyno chair.

OMG!! Yess, it’s not a want it’s a NEED!! 😩 Like please, I crave it!!

Inspection

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, clit stimulation, P in V, use of pet name (Bunny), doctor/girlfriend!patient reader dynamic, Steve Kemp himself!! (he’s a warning of his own!)

Summary | Steve conducts a thorough exam, and you discover that you need more of it.

Word Count | 613

A/N | I couldn’t help but to write this out, so thank you for your contributing thots, Dr. Kemp nonnie!! 🥵 Banners made by the amazing @vase-of-lilies. Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

“I need you to sit still for me, bunny. Can you do that for me? Hmm.”

“Yes, doctor.” You nod while he slowly spread your legs open, as you lay comfortably on the chair.

“Good girl. Now let me take a look at you.” You could feel the cold air grazing your skin. He comes closer to you when he gasps in awe, as he moves his face closer to your sensitive parts.

You could feel his breath on you, when you feel his gloved hands fiddling you, spreading your lips open and teasing your little nub.

“Tell me as best as you can, every sensation you feel of what I do to you. Describe every detail that comes into your mind, and don’t leave anything out.” He instructs softly your way, while he gives you a little grin. Knowing all to well of how your body reacts and how responsive you are.

He continues to draw out lazy circles on your clit, as he attentively waits for your answer.

“I—I feel this surge of electricity going through me,” Your breath comes out strained as you try to breathe in deeply.

“I—it feels good, s-so good doctor.”

“Just good, Bunny? You can tell me more than that, sweetheart.”

“Oh, fuck!! I feel like electricity is rushing through my body, I f-feel like there’s fire surging in my veins, and it feels amazing!! I just... I need more!!” You plead, while your hips buck up to feeling more friction, but Steve doesn’t let you as he puts a firm hand on your lower stomach to hold your body in place.

“Not so fast, my dear. Maintain to have patience and you’ll get what you want.” He voices in a low cadence.

“Okay, Doctor.” You sigh as your body stills, as your breath slows down.

Steve looks at you again, carefully inspecting your already wet folds.

“You’re a treasure to be savored, every desire of you needs to be well taken care of. And I am here to do just that. I’m here to fulfill your every desire. I feel your despair that you want more,”

You hear some fabric moving as Steve speaks up again.

“So, who am I to deny you of any pleasure?”

You don’t have time to react when you feel his tip teasing your clit for a few seconds coating himself with your wetness, and then proceeds to plunge into you.

“Ohh, shit!!” He groans out while he slowly thrust into you. “Feels like heaven to me. Fuck, fuck.” He tilts his head back, enjoying how your walls wrap tightly around him.

You moan loudly as you feel every ridge of his cock. “Yes, yes, yes, please!! You m-make me feel alive, f-feels so great!!”

“I know, I know. You feel divine as well bunny.” He hovers his body over yours until his head is close to you, nearly hitting the shell of your ear as you hear his raspy voice.

“You’re mine. Understand, Bunny? You’re mine. Mine.” He muses instinctively as he pulls you in a hot headed kiss.

“Look at me.” He demands as you direct your eyes to his. Fire is clearly seen through his eyes, a wild unparalleled look that contains his lust.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His breathing heaves heavily against your skin.

“I’m yours, I’m yours.” Your breath hitches, forming a lump in your throat.

“Fuck. I’m yours Steve!!” You announce as you lose all control and grab him by the back of his neck and give him an all encompassing passionate kiss. Your only thought was him, nothing else.

For as long as you come to know Steve, your body was his, forever.

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

BESTIE HOW DID I MISS POLY SINCLAIR HOURS YESTERDAY???

Been absolutely fiending for more brotherly love lately if my constant Bo brainrot didn't make that obvious. So here's a couple snacks. Yes yes you never sleep alone. Here's how they wake you up.

Lester tries, he really tries, not to wake you. He gets up stupid early for work and doesn't want to disturb you because he knows you need your rest and well, you just look so relaxed and comfortable. But when you sleep with Les you become an absolute tangle of limbs and it's impossible to extricate himself without disturbing you. So when you blink sleepily and look up at him, he kisses your forehead and tucks the blanket around you and whispers, "Sorry, sweet pea, keep sleepin'." If you're still out when he leaves he comes back in for one more sleepy kiss. Sometimes he does this a bunch of times because he keeps forgetting things and has to come back in and he HAS to kiss you goodbye for his very last thing so probably by the third time you're actually awake for real lol.

Vincent moves like a specter so you never notice him leaving the bed. He will bring you coffee or juice, whatever he's also getting for himself, set it beside your bed for when you wake. He won't actually wake you up unless he has to, and if he has to, he will start with gentle caresses on your cheeks, kisses on your neck, stroking your shoulders and back. It coaxes you back into consciousness slowly and tenderly and you wake up like a Disney princess. Being woken up by Vincent is the softest, most sensual way to rejoin the living you've ever experienced.

Bo wakes you up by trying to extend the amount of time you both spend tucked in bed. When his alarm goes off he turns it off and then latches on to you. If your alarm goes off he will stop it for you and bury his face in your chest. If you try to tell him it's time to get up he will say, "Then what're you still doin' in bed" and absolutely not let you up. Will go so far as to lay his full weight on you to keep you from leaving. And then of course will complain about the morning being half over already lol.

It goes without saying that these men are each greedy for you in the worst way and if they wake up with a hunger things go very differently. 👀🥵😩 But oops I'm out of time!

I think everyone missed it yesterday tbh I didn’t get a lot of traction on the idea, but it’s taking off now which is awesome—I could talk about this all day, I’m down bad for a poly Sinclair experience.

Your Bo brain rot has been my obsession lately. Please tell me there’s gonna be more parts to your dilf Bo story because I am obsessed with the version of him that you’ve created and I want to know the entire story lol, I read and re-read your fics! I’m also so excited to see what you have to say about literally sleeping with each of the brothers.

You’re dead on about Les! He’s a cuddle bug and when you sleep with him, you’re going to be all tangled up with him, no ifs ands or buts about it. You’ll be one tangled knot of limbs by the time he’s getting up for work. He really does try not to bother you but with the way you’re intertwined he can’t help making you stir. He’s also kinda loud when it comes to getting ready, pacing through the room, digging through his belongings, turning on the light when he can’t find his keys. It’s probable that you’ll be fully awake by the time he gives you that final goodbye kiss, handing him his thermos of morning coffee before you’re climbing back into bed with a big yawn. You’ll get a few more hours of sleep after he heads out, but it’s likely one or both of the twins will come and lay down with you. They’re all so needy for you.

Vincent is a light sleeper, and he doesn’t sleep for long—his sleeping schedule is fucked. That being said though, he’s considerate and very, very quiet when he slips out of bed to go make some tea for the two of you. He lets you sleep for as long as possible, only waking you when it’s absolutely time to get up and get the day started. You’re right though, he’s the best one to wake you up, as he’s gentle and makes sure you come to in a way that isn’t jarring or annoying. It’s likely he’ll have some food for you as well. He’s thoughtful.

Bo isn’t a morning person, so he’ll try and linger in bed with you for as long as possible, going as far as to lay on top of you when you try to get a move on so you can start your morning chores around Ambrose. He’s grumpy and clingy and desperate to stay warm and cozy with you, even though he’ll be grumbling that the entire morning was wasted away.

[tallulah477]

WHERE IS MY TAG IN THIS, BESTIE (You're supposed to tag me in everything 😢)

Okay, now that I've yelled at you - let's continue . . .

/You had your leg thrown over Neteyams larger one, the other laying out straight as your arms (barley) wrapped around his large frame./

Size kink go brrrrrrrrrr 😩

/His thigh was just inches away from your throbbing cunt, making the urge to just wrap your small legs around his thigh and grind down onto it till you came get harder to ignore./

Girrrrlllll tbh I'm so overly horny rn and need to get dicked down so bad I just know that if I was her I WOULD NOT be able to hold back. I'd be sat on that muscular monster of a thigh so fast he wouldn't know what what happening

/“Maybe because I can smell how much your pretty pussy is leaking.”/

/Instead, he just laughs, he fucking laughs. But it wasn’t judgmental of course, it was genuine and loving. Everything he ever is to you./

I'D STILL BE MORTIFIED IF HE LAUGHED AT ME 😭

/“Why would I have a negative reaction to that? You know I would never, ever, judge you, babydoll.”/

And this is why Neteyem is #1 boyfriend material! He's so perfect and other boys need to take notes📝 Everyone is allowed their own personal preferences for stuff in the bedroom, but I don't think its ever ok to judge someone else for their preferences just cause its not their cup of tea (although we all know that's not the case here 👀)

/He wraps his hand around your throat gently, a silent warning to follow his pace, not yours./

I'm too horny for this!!!! I'd be going out of my mind if he teased me like this. Like honestly just fuck me already and put me out of my misery

/“You aren’t gonna hurt me. Now, take a seat, yawne.” He orders, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him./

I'm SITTED. I'm SAT. Please for the love of Eywa 🥵

/He lifts you up from his abs slowly, you moan at the loss of friction, but he was too focused on the lines of slick that connect your puffy lips to his stomach. He moans lowly at the sight, pressing you against his abs once more before lifting you up, even more lines of slick connecting you two together. “Awh, babygirl, look at the mess you’re making on me.” He coos before scooping your slick up with his fingers and putting them in his mouth, sucking on them hungrily./

OH. MY. FUCKING. GOOOOOOOOD

/You felt so ‘on the spot’ without his big, warm hands guiding your movements, suddenly not knowing how to start off or where to put your hands. “Teyam..” you call for him, but all you get in return is a “nuh-uh, babygirl. I’m not helping you. Want you to be a good girl for me and show me how badly you wanna cum.”/

I'm just pulling every line at this point 🙄 Teyam such a tease and i loveeeeee himmmmmm

Reader accidentally calling him 'sir' and then being embarrassed about it when he teased her for it is so real 😂

Jay, the fact that you had to rewrite this entire thing cause it didn't save, and you wrote this again so fast, AND it turned out this good??? Respect, babes. Mad respect.

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆.

✧ 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

✧ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚~ 𝑵𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔

✧ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝑨𝒃 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑(?), 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆/𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚<3

✧ 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔~ 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆=𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝒀𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒖= 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏=𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚(𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔)

✧ 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 @chilumitos 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @eloquentreverie

It was a chill day for you and your boyfriend, Neteyam. Just enjoying each other’s presence while the sound of rain hitting the roof soothed you both. You had your leg thrown over Neteyams larger one, the other laying out straight as your arms (barley) wrapped around his large frame. Your hand was comfortably placed on his toned stomach, as his was resting on the hilt of your ass.

Subconsciously, you start to tracing his abs in small shapes and patterns when your mind starts to fill with thoughts of getting on top of him and riding his abs until you make a complete mess all over him.

The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, but that was stopped by his stronger one wedged between your legs comfortably. His thigh was just inches away from your throbbing cunt, making the urge to just wrap your small legs around his thigh and grind down onto it till you came get harder to ignore.

He smirks once he catches the change in you scent, trailing his hand up and down the skin of your ass. “Mhm, what is it, Babygirl?” His voice is enough to snap you out of your thoughts, but also enough to make your pussy leak even more. You take a few breathes before answering, trying desperately to calm yourself. “Nothing, why are you asking?” You say softly, continuing to delicately trace his abs.

He grumbles lowly at your response, siting up and pushing your small body onto his lap, causing you to let out a little startled noise at the quick movement. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, getting high off of your scent.“Maybe because I can smell how much your pretty pussy is leaking.” He says lowly while hooking his finger under your chin, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, braids cascading down his shoulders and hitting the sides of your face gently. “Now, what were you thinking about, Babygirl?”

The question has you staring at him blankly, a chill of anxiety ran down your spine at the thought of him seeing you differently if you were to tell him. “Uhm..” you start off, the intensity of his stare making you feel extremely small, and nervous. “I was thinking about..riding your abs” you say tentatively, looking down at the waist bead he made you when you first got together.

To your surprise though, your confession doesn’t make him disgusted, or make him storm out of your room in complete surprise and disgust. Instead, he just laughs, he fucking laughs. But it wasn’t judgmental of course, it was genuine and loving. Everything he ever is to you. “Shut the fuck up, Neteyam!! That’s not funny!!” You say through your own giggles, hitting him in the chest roughly.

“Yes it is, Sevin!” he replies, his laughter dying down softly. A pout forms on your face, pretty doe eyes boring into his siren eyes. “How?” You question, attitude laced in your tone. “Because, you said it like someone just died.” You laugh at his response, replaying your words in your head. “Whatever, Neteyam!” You quip, sarcasm apparent in your tone. “But, FYI, I only said it like that because I thought you were gonna have some type of negative response to it.” You add, voice honest and truthful.

He turns his head to the side and looks at you with a confused/sad expression, long braids falling down his shoulders and ears perking up with the same emotion. “Why would I have a negative reaction to that? You know I would never, ever, judge you, babydoll.” He says reassuringly, placing his large hand on your head and rubbing your scalp softly. “I know, I just..I got in my head, I guess. I’m glad you don’t find me weird or anything though.” You confess through a soft chuckle, making him laugh before he moves his hand from the top of your head to your chin, holding it firmly.

“I could never, babydoll. Truthfully though, I find it pretty adorable how pent up you get to the thought of me. My needy little girl just can’t help herself when she’s around me, huh?” His tone makes you pussy throb and ache, instinctively bucking your hips against his strong thigh. “Mhm..” you hum, eyes flickering from his own to his lips, you lean in to kiss him, but that’s stopped by his strong hand on your chin. “Awh, does my baby want a kiss?” He teases, rubbing his lips against your own, but not giving you the chance to kiss him back because of his firm grip on your chin.

“Mhm!” You whine, rubbing your needy pussy against his thigh quicker. He pecks your lips softly before kissing you fully, his pace slow and steady. The pace makes your head spin and clit throb, hips speeding up the longer he kisses you. You whine when you feel his warm tongue against your own, mindlessly kissing him faster to feel more of him. He wraps his hand around your throat gently, a silent warning to follow his pace, not yours.

Once you feel his hand wrap around your throat, you knew you were a fucking goner. Turning into putty in his hands almost automatically. The amount of slick that was coming from your pussy soaked your shorts, leaving a trail all over Neteyams thigh. He groans lowly at the smell of your arousal, breaking the kiss reluctantly, a line of spit connecting your plump lips together.

He damn near rips your shorts in half when he takes them off before he lays down, pulling you onto his abs roughly. You hover over him slightly, scared of hurting him even though he’s so much more bigger than you.

“Teyam, I-“ you start

“You aren’t gonna hurt me. Now, take a seat, yawne.” He orders, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him.

Both of you gasp softly once you feel his hard abs against your soft, puffy pussy. The feeling so new and foreign. Your hands find purchase just below his ribs, slowly rocking your hips back and forth against the muscles. Whining softly when you feel his firm abs hitting your clit every time you move.

“Oh..fuck, teyam..” the grip on your hips gets tighter, soft groans filling your ears the more you rock against him. “Mhm, that’s it, babygirl. Such a pretty little slut for me.” He coos, pressing your cunt on him tighter, making you moan louder and hips rut against him quicker.

He lifts you up from his abs slowly, you moan at the loss of friction, but he was too focused on the lines of slick that connect your puffy lips to his stomach. He moans lowly at the sight, pressing you against his abs once more before lifting you up, even more lines of slick connecting you two together. “Awh, babygirl, look at the mess you’re making on me.” He coos before scooping your slick up with his fingers and putting them in his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.

You whine and squrim against him, getting both equally turned on and frustrated that he’s holding you up with one hand just to watch your pussy leak onto him. “Teyammm! Put me down!” You demand, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away from you quickly. “And why should I do that? I like watching how you helplessly flail around because I won’t let you ride me like a little bitch in heat.” He states, a pout forming on your face from his words. “You’re so mean.” You huff, tears welling in your eyes once your almost orgasm finally leaves you.

He cups your cheek lovingly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. “Oh, l’m just the worst aren’t I? My baby getting all mad because I won’t let her cum?” He prods, a fake pout on his face, making a smile creep up on your own. Without warning he places you back down on his abs, locking his hands behind his head. You gasp in surprise, placing your hands below his ribs for support.“Go ahead, babydoll. Wanna watch you cum for me.” He orders, never breaking eye contact while he speaks to you.

You felt so ‘on the spot’ without his big, warm hands guiding your movements, suddenly not knowing how to start off or where to put your hands. “Teyam..” you call for him, but all you get in return is a “nuh-uh, babygirl. I’m not helping you. Want you to be a good girl for me and show me how badly you wanna cum.” You stare at him with a pout on your face before slowly moving your hips, the feeling of his abs repeatedly hitting your clit makes your moans get louder and needier, your orgasm slowly getting closer and closer.

He flexes and relaxes the muscles continuously, causing you to jump and grind into him more. The constant friction on your sensitive clit starts to prove to be too much for you, making tears start to well up in your eyes and thrust get sloppier. “T-tey, I can’t. It way too much.” You blubber almost incoherently, but he still caught it. He doesn’t stop flexing his abs though, and you don’t stop moving your hips. “Yes you can, Yawntu. I can feel how much this pretty pussy is pouring on me. You’re almost there, baby.” He encouraged, the praise being enough to make you chase your high. Making him smile proudly. “There you go, babygirl.”

His words have your pussy pouring out slick like a river, you both glance down at his abs to see that they’re completely soaked in your juices, the dim light of your room making his pretty skin seem like it was glowing. He chuckles at the sight before looking up at you, in a trance by how gorgeous you look on top of him. “Mhm..What a pretty little slut, getting this wet from riding my abs?” You let out a small “uh-huh” before you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter.

Noticing this, he flexes his abs and keeps them flexed, biting his lip at the little whimper that comes from your mouth when he does that. “Teyam, I need you to touch me.” You demand. But he doesn’t move, no matter how badly he wanted to squeeze and pinch at your sensitive skin, he kept his hands behind his head. “Please!, tey, please! I’m sorry!” He chuckles at your needy tone before rewarding you with a “good girl” and letting his hands roam across your body.

You let out a downright pornographic moan once his hands touch your sensitive tits, small hands wrapping around his slender wrists. He pinches and fondles at the soft skin gently, making all sorts of pretty noises and pleas fall from your plush lips.

His left hand reaches up to cup the side of your face sweetly, while the other continues to play with your sensitive tit. “Mhm, you gonna be a good whore for me and cum all over my abs? Hm?” He questions, wrapping his hand around your throat firmly. You let out a broken “yes,sir” before a loud moan leaves your lips as the coil in your stomach snaps, your cum completely covering his whole stomach.

“Shsh, I got you, babygirl, lemme help you.” He places his hands on your hips to help you ride out your high, stopping once your moans die down and turn into soft heavy breathes.

You look at him to be met with hooded eyes and a smirk, one that told you that you definitely said something you’re gonna regret. “What?..” you ask, the word heavy on your tounge as you look at him with a furrowed brow. “Sir, huh?” He asks, making you cover your face in embarrassment. “No way I said that! It was an accident! Oh my god!” You blurt, but he silences your rambling with a passionate kiss.

“I didn’t mind it, you know.” He says once he pulls away from the kiss

“oh really?” You question, a devilish smirk on your face

“Mhm.” he responses, eyes fluttering from your lips to your eyes. “Well thank you for tonight, sir.” You tease, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up quickly, but he was quicker, grabbing you by your waist and putting you on your back.

“Uh-uh, tonight is just getting started, yawntu.”

𝑨/𝑵~ Hii! I only proofread this two times, so I apologize if there’s errors/repeats it’s literally 12am rn💔 but lemme tell yall I was blushin and kickin ma feet while writing this one frl😭, I need to write for neteyam more bc whew😩 what a fine man he is. I hope you guys enjoyed this tho🥰🫶🏽 bc now I’m off to sleep, stay safe and hydrated, I love you guys🩷

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕~ @pandoraslxna @neteyamgfs @faintfill @tsireyasluvr @aperiraa @fioooweeooweeeoo @loakstahni @brioffthegrid @wheneclipsefalls @chershire23

[harrywritingsbyme]

So the other night before bed I was thinking through scenarios to fall asleep too u know the usual and idk what happened but i imagined this - being Harry’s close friend like besties but like friends with benefits and he’s on tour and one day someone in the band/ crew texts you saying “oh he’s off today” or “he’s not himself I think you should surprise I’m sure it’ll cheer him up” or something so you do surprise him at his hotel one night and he’s just in shock and hugs you and he doesn’t let go and ur stumbling into the room and he’s still hugging you and starts kissing up ur neck saying “I’ve missed you” and “I need you” and he’s just like whiney then it clicks in ur head that they said he was off lately and they didn’t know why but ofc u knew that it’s cuz he’s in his subspace and he’s still holding on to u and ur just like “aww does my pretty boy need me” and ur both laying down on the bed now he’s on top of u kissing ur chest pulling ur top down peppering ur breasts with kisses and sucking on ur nipples and he’s just like “I need you so bad…please” and skip ahead a little and you end up fucking him and he’s on his hands and knees and ur leaning back a bit on ur heels watching the dildo disappear in him while he’s a whiney fucking mess under u and ur praising him and he starts throwing himself back onto the dildo muttering and whining “please fuck me… I need it, i need you, please” and ur like “anything for my baby” and then u just slam right into him with ur might never going that deep before leaning over his back and holding still while he’s just letting out a wanton moan and u do that a few more times before he comes all over the sheets under him and just lays there in euphoria his body twitching a little here and there and lean over to his ear and massaging his scalp “baby are you okay” and he answers back with a raspy whisper “I don’t think I can perform for at least a week after that” and you just giggle getting up and preparing a bath for him - and I’ve just been thinking about this non stop 😩😔.

(and sorry that was all over the place! and I can’t believe this is the first ask I’m sending to u I’ve been following u for a awhile and I fucking love u!!!)

I fucking love this concepttttttt😩🥵

And you’re the sweetesttt🥺🥰💕✨

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Lais!!! This was utterly FABULOUS!! A perfect Dean and Donna fic!! 😍😍😍 I loved every word!!

Faves and Raves below the cut cause - SPOILERS! 😁

...Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.  

Hell YES! to Dean being a mechanic with hunting on the side! 😍 What a perfect kind of existence for him! 🥹

The woman pushed her fingers through Dean’s hair. It was longer now, for the first time since she met him and, according to Sam, for the first time ever. After a lot of convincing from her part, he agreed to let it grow a little. Everytime a strand would fall on his face, Donna’s heart leaped in her chest. It was the sexiest thing ever. She didn’t know how he managed to look better with age, but she found Dean sexier now than when she met him all those years ago. 

The absolute TRUTH of this statement!! He just gets hotter and hotter! And Dean with the longer hair makes me think of the way he looked in the series finale of The Winchesters! 😍😍🫠🫠

Dean loved the idea. It was going to be their first road trip together, the first time he was taking Donna on a long journey in the Impala ... Plus, she loved the idea of being on the road with Dean and his beloved car. 

OMG!! You have no idea how badly I want to go on a road trip with Dean!! 😩😩 This sounds like heaven!! 😍😍

Every once in a while, Donna would get lost in watching Dean drive. The way he owned that driver’s seat, how his long, broad body filled up the space, it was fascinating to her. 

Hell, yes!! It's hard to describe, or for me to even understand why I find Dean driving so unbelievably sexy!! Doesn't even have to be BADASS driving - just literally put him behind the wheel and I'm like - 🤤🫠

Dean played and sneaked a glance to the other table. The weird dude and his friend had left. 

Good for Dean!! He did that perfectly. Not aggressive or confrontational. Just let the idiot know that this beautiful woman was very taken, and had a badass protector that wouldn't put up with much more crude ogling. 😍

Donna put all of her powerful voice and confidence into the performance, eyes glued to Dean while she sang. She was doing that for herself, as an ego boost, just to prove that she could (with the help of a few drinks - baby steps), but it was also for him. Dean taught her that it was okay to speak her mind, to talk about sex and fantasies and how she wanted to be touched; how she wanted to feel. With that song, she couldn’t be more clear.

Her singing the song was so incredibly sexy!! But it also made me teary!! I LOVE that Dean helps her own her sexuality and feel confident in her beauty!! Donna is so gorgeous and absolutely deserves to know it, and to have someone as amazing as Dean to remind her all the time! 🥹

Four or five pictures later, Dean was done with it. “God, woman, my face hurts from smiling!”. His grumpy complaint made Donna laugh out loud, and seeing her laugh made Dean laugh too, which resulted in a cute photo of them with beautiful smiles.

😍😍😍 OMG!! I just can't with them!!

“Yes, you are, baby. Beautiful, hot, sexy, all blonde and perfect and mine”, he insisted.

🥵🥵🥵 Dear god that's hot!!

“You have me, baby”, he answered, positioning his body on top of her and entering her slowly, just the tip first, knowing he was not small and even with how wet she was, he needed to be careful to not hurt her.

JFC that's killing me - the combination of imagery of his slow push into her, and the way he's so careful not to hurt her! I'm officially dead!! 😵😵

He was fucking her so deep, keeping his cock buried like he wanted to plant his seed into her.

Fuck yes!! I need little Dean and Donna babies! Also - fu-u-u-u-u-u-uh-uh-ck!! 🥵🥵🥵

He pushed her long hair out of the way and placed one hand on the side of her neck, guiding her into the kiss while his other hand was running up and down her thigh, the softness of her skin against his calloused palm a perfect contrast.

OMG!! You included the thigh squeeze gif!! I absolutely can NOT with how hot that is. Dean's fucking hands will be the death of me! 🥵🥵

...thrusting up into her as she grounded down, both of them finding that perfect rhythm, that push and pull that would once more prove how they were meant to be together.

And my heart is swelling with happiness while I'm also drowning with want!! Well done, my friend! Very well done! 🥵🥹🥵🥹

She always loved the smell of him, but especially right now, when it was a mix of the cologne she bought him as a birthday gift, sweat, and sex. The perfect combination. 

Best. Smell. Ever.

He smiled back, thinking that the life he had now was so much more than he ever thought he deserved, that he never thought was even possible. “I love you too, D-Train”. 

OMG! Dean absolutely deserves ALL of this!! 😍

“‘Cause there’s no point. I’m gonna undress you again, probably sooner than later. So, if you wanna sleep now, you better sleep naked and save me the trouble later”

Sexy asshole!! 😆😆

"Okay, Jackie-boy, I hope things are okay up there and that you're not too busy right now. If you are, you can listen to this message later… or, whatever. Not sure if you have a voicemail or something". She shook her head, feeling foolish but needing to get on with what she wanted to do.

Her whole conversation with Jack made me bawl!! But this was so ridiculously adorable and SO Donna, that it made me laugh-cry! 🥹

“God, woman”, he hissed, enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on him. He lifted his head to take a good look at her, the main character of each and every one of his dirty dreams. 

I absolutely love this for him!! 😍 I love that he gets someone to love and desire so completely! 😍

Jody was the friend to first point out how Donna’s previous relationships hadn’t worked because the guys were assholes, and not because there was something wrong with her. But Dean was the first man to show her there were good guys out there, and how amazing it was to be treated with respect and love, to make her feel desired and sexy. 

... Oh, shoot, Dean, what I wanna ask is if you wanna marry me!”

I KNEW it!! Say yes, Dean! Say yes!! 😍😍😍

“And you really thought I would say no to that? Me, Dean Winchester, say no to getting married in freaking Las Vegas?”

Later that day, after they left the chapel as husband and wife and went to celebrate over burgers and beers, Donna sent a few pictures to Jody. Some she kept only for herself and Dean, so they could look at them every once in a while and relive the memory of what happened in Vegas.

I can not express how exceedingly happy this ending made me!!!

This fic was amazing!! You lied when you said there wasn't much plot! This was full of gorgeously executed plot!! You wove their relationship and their love perfectly into the sexy smuttiness!! It was absolutely beautiful! 👏👏👏

Way to come off the bench, my lovely!! 🙌🙌 This was AMAZING! And I'm so grateful you shared it with us!

What Happens in Vegas…

Summary: Dean and Donna are in a relationship and, when they go to Las Vegas on vacation, she makes a decision that can change everything…

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Warnings: +18 story! Do not read if you’re underage! Smut, descriptions of sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, little tiny bit of angst and body insecurities. Post series finale. 

Word count: 7,100~ (I’m sorry I have no self-control)

A/N: What inspired me to write this story was Briana Buckmaster’s Instagram post about JIBCon 2023. I used her photos for the header. I hope you enjoy it! 

A/N 2: This story can be read both as a one-shot or as a sequel to On My Way To You. Your choice ;)

A/N 3: I don’t own the song lyrics or the gif I used in this story. If you’re the owner of the gif, let me know and I’ll happily include the source. 

MY MASTERLIST

Since Chuck was defeated, monsters got more rare and hunting became more of a side job for the Winchesters than their main activities. For Dean, that also meant he got to spend more time with Donna.

They’ve been together for almost three years but, for most of that time, they would be away from each other for long periods. With the defeat of their biggest enemy, Donna kept her work as a Sheriff, while Dean became a mechanic, taking jobs mostly in restoring classic cars, and going on hunts from time to time.  

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IM FREE FROM WORK FINALLY GOT MY GROCERY SHOPPING DONE SO IM TREATING MYSELF WITH SOME MCDONALD’S 🤩

it’s good that you’re doing ok, hopefully you don't scrap this projects but at the same time part of writing is learning when and when not to let a project go. I'm sure whatever you settle on is gonna be fantastic and yummy

Sweetness go for that actor!satoru omg that's reminding me of my phase when I was huge into Sebastian stan (now it’s Rhea Ripley even though I don't care for wrestle muscle mommy can use me for her work outs)

Anyway back on topic I remember Sebastian Stan and Nicholas Hamilton how they would tease the audience. I'm still not over seeing Nicholas Hamilton in a towel, him smiling at the camera.

I can picture it now actor!satoru gojo is going live and he is in a towel. You can see his dick imprint and he accidently flashes the camera and asks if anyone enjoyed the show 🥵🥵

Oh god the way he would tease his boo thing without ever showing their face. Always posting pictures grabbing their thigh, talking about how beautiful and wonderful his partner is!

Actor!Satoru would be a menace and I would love it and eat up whatever you come up with. Please tag me in it if you do write it cause I'm foaming at the mouth 😫😩😫😩😫😩 and I'm screaming lol

Lol ill definitely tag you in the ghostface gangbang I'm so excited cause sukuna, toji, satoru and suguru is the golden line up. My pussy will be dead but satisfied.

I didn't know Leon was in dead by daylight!!! Oooooo Imma have to look up his character model im always a slut for Leon Kenndey! yes Leon is the biggest switch, will happily let you tie him up, then will get on knees Then in the next have you screaming he is daddy the moment you decide your legs are too wobbly from riding his face and cumming so much

Leon eats pussy like it's his purpose in life. Pyramid Head eats it like a man starving and your the first meal he’s gotten in a week. Straight up devouring until your crying, shaking and running away

I love that scene of Pyramid head lifting that guy up and his tongue comes out his mask like lemme find out what it do 👀 and the outfit in dead by day light is so slutty of Pyramid head ugh

I love the idea of being trapped in a arena but the goal inside turning on the generator but milking pyramid head’s ball so he listens to the entity more! Ugh please pin me to the ground and split me in two 🫠

I love the idea of him growling and picking up various lines here and there. Whatever the fuck he is, he is learning and using it against you

Both of us can dive head first into rd thirst. Omg I love Claire I was so surprised to see all the hate but what would you do if you have no training and there are zombies everywhere and a hot hunky man says stay close. Suddenly my ankles are weak and you need to carry me lol

Yeah nah I rememebr her character was bad at following around and getting herself into trouble. But I'm glad people are no longer faulting her for that anymore. Claire is wonder and so is Ada who I want to step on me. Please ill lay down and she can walk all over me in her high heels

good morning creampie twin how are you !! 🫶 you also like pyramid head AND leon ????? you have such good taste 😌

Lovely morning to you too! 🫶🏽 I'm doing fantastic, hoping to leave work early. Creampie twin I love it! Lol

How are you? I hope you are having a wonderful day/night and that you are taking care of yourself. If you’re having a stressful day I'm sorry you’re dealing with that bullshit

I have this ghost face gangbang prompt fighting hooking up with your ex baby daddy prompt for dominece in my head 😤

You’re into pyramid head and Leon too!! 🤩 Yes sweetness! I've been feral for pyramid head long than I care to admit.

Seeing him drag around the huge ass weapon, from the silent hill movies/games to the dead by day daylight that man’s booty won't quit! If they don't want me to simp for the monster why is he double checked up looking like a snack? 🫠

Idk if I can never see his face I know he has a tongue that comes out and it’s long enough for him to eat out this pussy so that's all I need to know

Disrepectively I want him to break me and snap me in two.😩😫😩😫

Leon in the remake oooh the way he moans when he has semi low health it has me playing with one hand. He goes from baby girl to daddy the range, the man who can do both!

Leon in romantic form with his white shirt can get it and Leon infected from the plauga can infect me pleassse

I want to ride his arms when he is flexing pull on his hair and feel him smirking into my cunt when he eats me out. Then I wanna ride him till he bust then keep on going so he is writhing with his eyes rolling back saying it’s too much but begging for more 🥵

I've been neglecting them too hard 😭