#leaked kiss i am holding onto you TIGHT

[becasbelt]

still can't believe they had beca mitchell sing freedom! '90 and didn't have her immediately kiss chloe beale on the lips afterwards

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - 18+ mdni explicit content, daddy + breeding kink

"Are you happy?"

The heat of your back bleeds into his chest, back of your head tipping towards his neck.

"Yes." The sapphire gleams, setting sun casting a glitter of rays through it, illuminating the deep sea gemstone like true light itself.

He's tried to make it right. Put it all back together. He's taken it painstakingly slow, going as far as sleeping on the couch when he was released from hospital, though it didn't stop you from padding over to him in the middle of the night and poking him in the chest until he woke up and followed you back to bed.

"Stop doing that," you mumbled into his chest, eyes already shut again, "I don't want you on the couch."

"I want you to be comfortable-"

"I am comfortable. With you in our bed. Not out there where I can't feel you." Your voice broke on the admission, his lips pressed to your forehead. "I need you to be here."

"I am. I'm here, mama. I'm here."

The dawn of it all felt so far away, so many times, but when it finally broke, a too long darkness was swept away.

"I love you," you whispered, "You can't ever do that again."

"We'll take precautions next time, Price and I discussed-"

"No... not precautions. There can't be a next time, Simon. I need you to come home to us. In one piece. You can't ever... I was scared we were going to lose you."

"You'd never." He rubed your back, pace too quick to be considered soothing, and you burrowed closer.

"So, you can't get hurt like that, again. Promise me."

Days turned to weeks, the incident turning to dust in the back of your mind, still lurking in his. He sees it in his nightmares, in waking moments, horror beyond belief sticking to his bones. It affects him so deeply, all he can do is turn to your comfort.

"Look at me," you cupped his cheek astride his waist, your nightie rucked up around your hips. You're soaked, wet cunt leaking on him, desire burning from when he had two fingers inside of you a few minutes ago. "Don't go there. Stay with me. Be here, with me."

"I am." He tried to reassure, but you shook your head.

"You're not." You pulled him free from his boxers, notching him at the opening of your pussy before lowering yourself, sheathing him inside you entirely. He groans.

"Christ." You moaned in response, his little kitten on his lap. It's a lot to take at this angle and he gripped your hips, fingers digging into the curves of your flesh there. 

"Simon." Your lips found his, and held you there, held you tight, memorizing the feel of his home. 

"You seem... distracted." In truth, he was. He was dreading going back to work now that he was mostly healed, miserable about the idea of leaving you and Orion. It was pulling his focus away from being in the moments here with the two of you, his family. "Simon?" 

"Sorry, mama." He dots kisses up your neck to your jaw, and you arch against him, ass pressing against where his cock hardens under his sweatpants. 

"Come on." He doesn't argue when you pull him into the bedroom, checking to make sure Orion is still asleep, before you lay down on the bed, underwear gone, turned on your side with a lazy smile. 

It's everything he could ever want. You're everything. 

His mind strays, a different direction this time, reaching for a dream, a vision of you pregnant, full of him, growing his baby. It poisons his blood, and he grinds his teeth, tucking you against him, hand splayed over your belly before venturing down through your curls, sticky and wet already, your pussy swollen for him. "Is this for me honey?" 

"Yeah." You breathe, jerking as his thumb grazes your clit. 

"Poor kitten." He taps, pulling a groan from your throat. "Are you aching? Need daddy to take care of you?" 

"Yes daddy, please." Your hold on his forearm is steel, and he smiles into your neck. 

"I want to give you another baby, honey." He shifts, rolling you onto your belly and knocking your knees aside, your face turned towards him with a dazed expression. "I want to be here this time," he pushes inside, walls tight around his cock. "See your belly grow," he thrusts again, your little gasps getting louder as he works into a rhythm, "be here for everything." You're still on birth control, he knows that, but the fantasy is too strong, and he's desperate to turn it into a reality. 

This time can be for practice. 

"Fuck-" Your hips push back against him, meeting his movements, desperate in a pursuit. 

"Do you want it mama? Want daddy to fuck another baby into you?" You rise to your knees and he follows, draping himself over your back. You don't answer right away, head thrown back, loud moan ripping from your mouth. 

"I- I... yeah-" Green light, his mind screams, reaching between your legs to pinch your clit. 

"You're such a good girl," he coos, "so good, gonna fill you up." 

"P-please." You're close to your orgasm now, pussy squeezing, tightening around his cock like a fucking vice, and his muscles go rigid, trying to fight off his own. 

"Come for me then, come on my cock and I'll give it to you." Your an answer is an explosion, heat pulsing around him, dragging him into it, the two of you falling together. 

Afterwards, you turn over, and blink owlishly at him. 

"Do you... was that-" He cups your cheek. 

"Yeah, honey. It was." 

[daenysx]

can i request a modern!aemond with breeding kink?

i hope i did this right, thank you for requesting ♡

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader , smut

you think of how much you like this as you pull aemond closer.

morning sex has been something he can't give up since the beginning of your relationship. a lovely part of his routine. you seem to like it, too, maybe a bit too much. you wake up before him most days, kissing him good morning. it's only 6 am, how can you be so wanting at this hour? you forget everything you think of when aemond moves his cock between your legs.

he's not sleepy, not at all. sharp mind, all focused on one thing. he holds your hands next to your head, moves gracefully on top of you. kisses pressed on your neck, your skin the softest under him so early. you move your head to meet his lips, whispering his name.

"you shouldn't be so teasing at this hour, you know?" you say. he's the devil, moving but not getting inside of you.

"you're so impatient." he says with a smirk. "we got plenty of time."

"aemond-"

he shuts you up by sucking your nipple deliciously. you lift your chest to his mouth, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. you squirm, keeping his fingers tight on yours.

"look at that." he whispers, moving his hardness on the way from your cunt to your belly. the silky liquid draws a line. "were you dreaming of something to get this wet, hmm?"

"i don't remember." you reply, sweetly. "maybe i did."

your legs find their places on his sides as he finally takes pity on both of you. sheets wrinkle under your bodies as he pushes his cock inside you. you accept him with a soft groan, it's a tight fit especially now. you'll get used to it in a few seconds, aemond lets go of your hands for you to wrap them around him.

his face stays tucked on your shoulder, lips buried to your neck. the stretch of your muscles feels nice, aemond's hair shines with the early lights of the sun as you drag your fingers through them. everything is whispered, careful not to ruin the peace of the morning. you take a deep breath when he starts moving properly.

his one hand goes to rub your clit, it's all wet, and maybe it would be too much but you feel hungry for him today. hungry for the touches and the kisses. you close your eyes to aemond's noises against your ear. he murmurs something you can't quite catch.

"so nice, just like that." he says. "taking me so well before you can open your eyes."

you rub your fingers on his neck, his shoulders are free of the tension he holds during the day. "you'd look- so pretty." he whispers. the words are messy and broken in his mouth. "pretty with my baby."

your hazy mind can't catch what he's saying. you can only hold onto him as he finds all the sensitive spots. "i can imagine- how perfect you'd be." he says as he pushes himself to hit your g-spot. he knows he'll be begging minutes later.

"right there, baby." you say as he hits again. he knows how to use his power on you. "again. please, keep doing it."

he wraps his arms around you to close any distance between you. the movements are frantic, his abs touching your belly. he dreams of things. a baby in your belly. his baby in your arms. it's a deep instinct, his rational mind knows it's not the right time but he can't help himself thinking about it when he's deep inside. the way you're pulling him doesn't help.

"i'm close." he manages to say. "let me just-"

"no." you say, going insane over his fingers on your clit. "stay. come like this."

"you shouldn't say that." do you want him to lose his control?

"i want it."

"please-"

"i said stay, aemond."

he doesn't have the strength to say anything else other than moving the way he does. he feels the drops of responsibility disappear on him. he's desperate to fill you up, so needy to see his come mixing up with yours as it leaks from you.

"will you let me come inside?" he asks, taking your earlobe gently between his teeth. "can i fill you up, hmm? can i fill you up with my baby?"

you're losing your mind over his excited voice. "yes." you say, holding onto him. "yes, yes, i will. please, you can do it."

"you know how pretty you'd look, right?" he says, he loses control over his words. "pretty with my baby, all belong to me."

"yes." you agree. "come for me." you say to his ear. he obeys.

white ropes of come cover your insides, he holds you tight on his chest. you feel yourself falling over the edge as you clench around his cock for the last time to come after him. the wetness is insane, aemond can't seem to calm down with the pleasure he gets. "my baby." he whispers to your hair. he stays inside you even after you finish.

you can finally take a normal breath a few seconds later. your tired arms stay around his body, his head on your shoulder. he knows he should pull himself out any moment but- the warmth feels so safe right now. he thinks he's not ready to leave.

when he moves himself, you keep him. "no, please, stay." you say. "we can take a shower later, before we leave. please don't move now."

"whatever you want." he says. "anything you want."

that's a good enough promise. you accept it with a kiss on his head.

[verinarin]

Debate turned into him fucking you until you’re speechless

Someone needs to lower his ego, that's where you come in and he doesn't like the fact that you dare challenge him one bit nsfw; rivals to lovers, hate fucking, breeding kink, belly bulge [Reposted]

Veritas absolutely despises you, outsmarting him, but he finds a way to actually turn you into an idiot once in a while…

It started off with a heated argument that leads into you sitting on his desk, legs spread open while his mouth pressed kisses against your inner thigh, biting it also to mark what eventually would be his

“What the hell are you doing Veritas !,” you whine, trying to kick him off which he easily dodge, he pushes your ankle to your chest with a huge grin

He leans forward as he presses both of your thighs to your chest, nestling closely to your neck. “I want to fuck your thoughts away, keep you nice and dumb, that’s what I’m trying to achieve here,”

“As if you could succeed at doing so, you can’t even refute my argument earlier,” you were referencing to the debate he lost, oh you’re rubbing grounded salt to his wounds, he does not take that kindly

He’s now kneeling down, his hands still gripping tightly on your plush thighs, so tight that it made you wince. His eyes glaring at your face, like a promise…

A promise to make you fall for him, to make you intoxicated by his presence, to make you his

“Watch me,” and with that he presses a kiss on your clothed clit, sucking the nerve earns him the very first noise that he actually enjoys coming out from your smart mouth, your moans

You felt embarrassed to not be able to hold in your moan like that, not when he’s so filthy. Licking stripes over your clothed cunt, making the fabric transparent

“H-haaah how nghhh disgusting, for someone who has bathing as their favourite activity to do, you’re so filthy nghhahh,” you try to regain your dignity by a nasty remark that’s proven to be in vain

He just laughs which makes things worse then they are, “If you want me to clean this leaking hole afterwards just say so, no need to act so elusive,”

“You talk to much, here if I do this…” he slid your panties to the side and push the tip of his tongue inside your glistening cunt

Tasting you directly onto his tongue is like Adam tasting the forbidden fruit, for someone whose words laced with insults you’re so fucking sweet

He never was interested in pursuing his filthy human desires, but thanks to you he now finds himself a forbidden fruit of his own

“Mnhmm” you try so hard not to succumb towards your carnal desires after all lust is one of the 7 deadly sins

Veritas however does not take your resistance kindly, you’re so adamant on denying yourself from the pleasure he could give. He scoffs as he places one of his hand to keep your thighs at place while the other pinches your clit

He effortlessly pry your moans out of your mouth, not only that he also effectively turn you into a trembling mess “Now that’s a sight!, perhaps I should sculpt this moment and display it on my personal quarters,”

“F-fucking pervert,” you spat, he just laughs at your lust ridden face. His eyes staring straight at yours before he smirks, standing up with ease to lean forward towards your neck

He starts to motion his fingers up and down against your wet hole with a sickening smile on his face “50 points, you’re halfway correct. I’m no pervert,”

“But I am someone that will fuck you,” without wasting any time he slid his index finger into your cunt, “How tight !, it seems that I have to give your cunt more stimulation…” he whispers against your neck

“Nghh just fuck me already,” you huff impatiently, you can’t afford to waste anymore of your time with trivial matters such as lust, but aeons he does make you falter

He scoffs, how dare you push him around. Isn’t pushing him around at the guild enough for you, he’s just being nice for a change knowing that if he didn’t prepare your tight hole well enough you would scream in pain

Perhaps he wants to see that pained expression of your mixed with pleasure, ahh he’s getting ahead of himself

There’s always next time after all…

“Now now I think you want me to take my time with you, you’ll understand what I mean later,” he smiles as he slid one more of his fingers, filling you up quite nicely

“Oh wow how cocky you- ahhh~” he silenced that quirky remark you’re going to make by thrusting his fingers in methodically only to help you climax as fast as possible since you are so impatient, once he meets your g-spot it was all over for you

Your moans decorates the room as he curved his fingers upwards towards your g-spot while his other hand presses down on where your womb would be

“S-shit ahhhn m’cumming Veri,” suddenly he stops, you were so close yet he fucking stops

“Ahh that’s cute, call me once more than I’ll let you have it,” he smiles as he pulls his fingers out and and brings it to your mouth

You quickly lapped down your juice while maintaining eye contact with him, your dignity be dammed you could only feel your need to cum right now “Veri please make me cum,”

“Ahhh I wish you would be this submissive everyday, not picking meaningless debates and just let me pleasure this pussy” he huffs as he tap his fingers on your clit twice before sliding it back in

“Thank you thank you thank you,” you whine as he picks the pace of his fingers up letting you cum all over his desk in a instant

“Wow I guess you can say thank you,” he sarcastically reply as he unzip his pants and free his leaking cock, the tip is red and wanting

Okay now your understand why he took his time with you because without foreplay his cock is going to hurt, hell even with foreplay you still think there’s a chance of if hurting

He sense your worry of course, he leans forward as he rest his cock against your stomach. Aeons it’s soo big that the length went pass your bellybutton…

“You might hate me but I don’t hate you so don’t you worry, I’ll take it slow and yes it’ll fit,” he smirks before kissing your forehead

Oh shit if he keeps this up, you might fall for him…

“I don’t hate you, I just think someone needs to keep in check on that huge ego of yours. Do not fret I’m always here to lower it into basic human standards,” you scoffs, which he replies with a laugh of his own

“Sounds beneficial, I am told to be quite the narcissist perhaps you could keep me in line,” he smiles as he press a kiss on the side of your lips.

“Yes I believe so,” you mumble feeling dizzy from his gentle kisses

He leans let his lips close to yours, it barely touches as he spoke “May I kiss you ?,”

You don’t even answer, you looped your arms around his neck and force his lips onto your which accepts with a smile, his tender kiss somehow made his cock twitch against your skin

Snaking your hand towards his cock, lathering his precum towards his length earns you a delicious moan against the kiss “Ahhhn what a minx”

With that he slid his cock towards your clit, tapping his tip right onto the sensitive nerve as payback, you could only whine as he tease you. He teases for the sole purpose of breaking your ego, to make you beg for him, but it proves to be rather hard because he’s faltering at the mere pleasure of friction

“Feels so good like this, ahh can’t wait till I feel how tight you’re going to be,” he whines as he grinds his full length against your slippery hole, he needs to hold his length by the base or else it might accidentally slip inside you

“Fuck !, no one’s stopping you put it in damn it,” you groan as you try to guide his tip into your hole

“So bossy,” he smirks, he wants to just slam into you just to shut you up. It’ll be painful to do so and it seems you’re to cockdrunk to make any decisions

Because of that he finally slid his length in without waiting for you to beg, he doesn’t want you to shove his length in without the controlling the length you could handle after all

“Mnghh ahhh so bigg,” see this proves his point, even though he would like to ram it into your tight hole in one swift move, he doesn’t want to break your cunt

At least not the first time he fucks you…

With a huff he slowly thrust himself inch by inch, “Fuck, this is why you need to learn patience shit so fucking tight, relax dearest or else it’s not going to fit,”

Your eyes starts to produce tears because of the sheer pain and pleasure, he leans down to kiss the tears from you face, whispering words of encouragement as he slowly thrust his full length inside you, balls deep

“Shit you feel this,” he drags your weak hand across the eminent bulge on your stomach, “This is why I was adamant about preparing your tight hole for me,”

He slides out before thrusting back in to further prove his earlier hypothesis “Do you understand ?, how easily I could break this hole,”

“Y-yeshh understood sirr, too big f’me,” oh you’re already dumb on his cock, how cute he thought

“Can you hold your thighs keep it pressed against your breast for me?,” he asks which you do without any hesitation, he could see it clearly now, his cock dragging itself in and out

For you on the other, you feel his tip kissing your cervix because of this position, all of your thoughts are currently postponed ever since that cock enters your cunt

All you can do is hold your thighs as he pounds into you, he starts to pick up the pace once your pained moans turns into you begging him to go harder

Of course he’s not going to deny you such pleasure

“So tight fuck, I ruined other cocks for you from now on,” you could only reply with a nod as he shook your whole body

Thrusting himself in a angle that’s abuses your g-spot making you cum with every single deep thrust, “Fuckk can’t stop cummingghh,”

“That’s the plan sweetheart, you won’t stop coming until I say so, am I not generous?,” he chuckles breathlessly as he toy with your clit with every thrust

“Fuck you know if I breed you, make you carry my child. I think our genetics would be unparalleled, both of us are intelligent and attractive, ahh what a fine specimen we would make don’t you think so ?,” he rambles as he come close to his release

He knew very well you just nodded without thinking much, the thought of cumming inside you, breeding your cunt very hard to not decline

“Ahh you just nodded because you’re cockdrunk, I can’t have you pregnant now, not when I love our meaningless bickering about our difference of opinions, I’ll fuck…you’re not patient but I am fuck…I’m going to make you my fucking research partner my everything I will actually put a ring on that pretty finger of yours and then put a baby in…you’re gonna let me right?,” he mutters as his cock kisses your cervix

His grip your thighs pressing folding you to reach deeper “This is a trial examination, let’s see how deep you could take,” he chuckles as he delves deep into your cunt

All you can do is lie there and moan as he pounds deep into you, making vulgar noises between the sounds of your skin slapping against each other

“Shit I’m gonna cum fuckk,” he whines before pulling out and stroking his cock right against your skin, exactly where your womb is supposed to be “Here let me mark your skin right here, hahah to manifest our future,” he whines as he shoot his seed right against the skin, marking the outside of your womb

“Veri k-kisss,” you mumble as you await for his comfort, he took two more strokes finally finish, then he leans into your lips to give you a reward

“Now I need to clean you up, stay right there and let me run you a warm bath, you must be sore,” he says as he brush his hair back, thank god you both decide to do this at his house or else he can’t properly take care of you

You can’t even think anything anymore, he really did fuck the thought out of you, when you actually start to gather your thoughts you’re already surrounded by the lukewarm water and lavender flowers “Veri where am i?,”

“Ah you finally snapped out of your haze, I carried you to my bath remember ?,” he smiles as he’s currently sitting beside the tub lathering your arm with soap

You could only nod as you slowly succumb back towards the land of dreams “Hey don’t fall asleep on me now you might accidentally drown,” he scoffs

“Your fault for using lavender, it is well known to cure insomnia and to alleviate muscle pain,” you yawn as you try to stay awake

“Yes exactly to alleviate muscle pain, which is going to be you’re future diagnosis if I don’t take care of you properly,” he sighs, you both went back into bickering like a married couple

“To prevent me from accidentally drowning myself in your huge bathtub, why not join me ?, you’re also in need of relaxation,” you mumble, feeling a little bit flustered

“Well if the lady insists,” he smirks before undressing and dipping himself behind you, he drags you into his lap and rests you head your head shoulder as his hands massage your lower back “Feels good ?,” he whispers beside your ear

“Very,” you reply with a sigh, he presses a kiss on your forehead as he holds you massages your tense spot as a silent thank you of some sort, not wanting this moment of peace to end

For you however, you knew this man is forever bound his heart to yours from now on

[donatellawritings]

How would rafe react the first time you call him papi? I feel like it’d be a surprise because he’s never been called that before!!

already elaborated on this for sweetheart!reader so here is americana!reader bc she’s a cutie patootie <3

rafe cameron absolutely loved calling you pet names, and he had a laundry list of names he’d found himself calling you by: pretty girl, mama, baby, princess, angel, kid — the lists goes on and on. he reserved calling you by your full name for when he had to command your attention, it let you know whether or not he was upset with you. however, you’d been used to calling him by his first name, but there was a part of you that hated how not-romantic it came off, you wanted a pet name for him, because he was yours and you felt as though he should have one. i mean, sure, sometimes the name rafey fell from your lips, but you felt it was a lazy nickname and a bit too boyish for the man you call your lover.

you didn’t even realize that the new pet name for rafe had subconsciously slipped off of your tongue as you bent down to greet rafe with a chaste kiss to his pink lips, “hi papi,” you smiled, completely missing the way rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sound of his new name. frankly, he didn’t know where the fuck that came from, but he wasn’t questioning it either, he thought it was hot. catching onto rafe’s silence, you slightly pouted, your head cocked to the side as you parted your sticky and glossed lips to speak, “did i- did i do something wrong?” you questioned, your doe eyes cutely widening with feverish panic as rafe ran his hand through his greasy curtain bangs with a breathy and flustered chuckle.

bringing his gaze to meet yours, rafe shifted his hips as he leaned back into the couch, “papi? that’s new,” he questioned, his flexed arms crossed over his chest as you blinked with realization.

“oh! yeah, do you like it? s’just that you’re older than me, so i feel kinda stupid calling you baby,” you reasoned aimlessly, walking towards rafe as you carefully straddled his lap, your denim skirt riding up the curve of your plush ass as rafe nodded with a smirk playing on his handsome face. with an exasperated sigh, you bite back a blushing smile as you catch rafe’s eyes staring at your mouth, “do you really like it?” you press, suddenly overwhelmed and feeling a bit too vulnerable due to the externally close proximity between you and rafe.

“i love it, princess — it sounds even better than daddy,” he teases, nudging your tummy with his ringed finger, before sliding his hand up to the base of your throat, wrapping his long fingers around your neck in a gentle hold, “s’that what you think i am? m’your daddy, huh pretty girl?” he coos in a mocking tone, his lips pulling into a subtle pout as you nod, licking over your swollen lips as rafe watches you with lowly hung eyes.

with a cheesy smile, you nodded, “rafey, come on,” you whined.

“tell me, mama — who takes care of you?” rafe cooed, his handing gripping your throat just a bit tighter.

with a shaky inhale, you watched as rafe unbuttoned his khakis with his free hand, your mouth watering as he reached his hand beneath the waistband of his boxer, “you,” you sighed, licking over your swollen lips.

“who keeps that pretty little smile on that pretty face?” rafe breathes out, pulling his hardened cock out, allowing it to slap against his tight stomach, his thick mushroom tip leaking with sticky pre-cum.

letting out a needy whine, you lift your hips, reaching your small hand down to pull your dainty crème colored lace thong to the side, “you do, papi,” you slowly sink down onto rafe’s length, a throaty moan leaving your parted and puffy lips as rafe filled you to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed right underneath the curve of your plush ass.

staring up at you through his stringy curtain bangs, rafe leans his head back against the couch, gently pushing his large hand against the hardened part of your tummy, smiling in pride as he felt the slight bulge of his tip, “fuck — y’know i’ll always be your papi, princess,” rafe slides his hand to wrap around your back, pulling you into his chest as he slowly fucks his hips up into yours, “m’always gonna take care of my baby,” rafe groans into you ear, relishing in the sound of your squelching pussy as he maintains his disgustingly slow and deep pace, soaking in every sound of your pretty little moans as your nails dig into the side of his neck.

[loveshotzz]

Soooo, I keep wanting to read a smutty blurb/fic on Steve alternating between soft/gentle and hard/fast on female reader during doggy. I’d write it myself but I get too turned on to finish (the story anyway ayyyooo!)

hi bb! i saw your post and it had set my brain into motion and then when i saw you popped it in my requests I got so excited. needed to write something a lil dirty after all the fluff. i hope you like it! ♥️

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, established relationship, unprotected sex, cream pie, spanking, steve’s a little cocky and we’re a little needy.

Steve’s hands keep a tight grip on the soft curve of your hips, the whites of his knuckles showing under tan skin. He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back when it curves to meet his thrust, the fat of your ass rippling against the tops of his hairy thighs.

“So pretty baby, god - so fuckin’ pretty.”

He leans forward, big hands leaving your hips to press down on the mattress next to yours, somehow pushing in deeper, punching a soft gasp from you while your fingers curl tight in the sheets.

Slick skin against slick skin, the sound of how wet you are is almost obscene as it mixes with each of his grunts that fill the quiet of your bedroom. Every slow drag of his cock against the velvet vice grip of your walls has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His fat tip hitting that spot just right every time.

He keeps his pace slow, each roll of his hips precise in their mission to make you come undone for the second time tonight. The strand of hair he’s always pushing back drips sweat against his forehead while his lips ghost wet kisses along your shoulder blades.

“That where you want me?” He breathes hot against your ear with another short pump, obsessed with the small whine it gets him.

“uh huh” is all you manage to get out when he does it again.

“So good at takin’ all of me honey, always -fuck” he twitches when your walls squeeze at his praise,”always takin’ it all.”

His thrusts stay deep, slow, pointed and the coil that’s been tightening in your gut for what feels like hours starts to get painful. The need for more makes your hips push back before they circle, your arousal coating the dark patch of hair that frames what you’re begging for. Tightening your walls with purpose to antagonize him, the moan he gives you has your lips twist in a smirk.

“What? Am I not giving you enough?” He whispers when he regains control.

The tip of his nose trails along the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck before he lifts himself back onto his haunches, his hands grabbing greedy at your sides. squeezing, massaging.

Your legs shake when he stretches you out in a different way, your cheek hitting the mattress while your hips push up to try and take more. It was his favorite getting you like this. desperate.

One of his hand drops between your thighs, the pads of his fingers playing messy with your clit while the other restablishes a bruising hold on your plush curves. A soft chuckle leaving him when you gasp at the new sensation, teetering the edge of overstimulation.

“I asked you a question honey, it’s rude not to answer.” He pulls almost all the way out, making you dangerously close to feeling empty before he snaps his hips burying himself to the hilt. He ignores your cry and the way you almost rip the sheets off the mattress, asking again.

“Am I not giving you enough? You gonna tell me what you want?”

The palm of his hand cracks down against the side of your ass, the jiggle of it making him lick his lips. Your walls flutter, pulling him deeper when he rubs the sore spot, grabbing and squeezing at the soft fat to get a better look at how you drip for him.

“f-faster, please” you manage to squeak when his fingers between your legs start moving in more determined circle eights.

“Such a needy girl” He pulls all the way out this time, replacing his fingers on your clit with his leaking tip. He rubs it against your bundle of nerves, your slick making it slide easily from side to side with pointed pressure. It makes your jaw drop, eyes closing tight as you nod in agreement, your hips starting to rock against him with your orgasm dangerously close like this.

It doesn’t take Steve long to notice, his own release begging to come out with yours but he wants to be buried inside you first.

“Not yet.” He tutts, taking the attention from your clit with him, lining back up at your entrance. “Need you to do it on my dick baby, I wanna feel it.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, not that there was one when he stretches you back out again. It stings in a way that has your eyes watering when he’s half way in, your toes curling when his pelvic bone meets your ass cheeks completely buried, almost bullying your cervix.

“Fuck! - Steve!” You pant trying to adjust to his size again, but he barely gives you any recovery time before he’s setting a brutal pace.

“Just giving you what you want honey, this is what you wanted right?” He taunts between gritted teeth, his eyes threatening to hit the back of his skull when you start to meet his thrusts. Insatiable.

The sound of skin slapping against skin battles with the sticky mess of your arousal as he keeps pounding into you, pulling your cheeks apart to watch how you coat him creamy white. You’re close, he can feel it.

“Need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” He grunts, his long fingers finding their way back to your bundle of nerves making you clench hard around him. “Yeah baby, just like that. Come on, I know you wanna give it to me.”

The grip on your hip becomes iron tight as he drives into you relentlessly, the box springs of your mattress squeak while your head board smacks against the wall with each harsh thrust.

“I’m- I’m gonna - god” you moan loudly when he finds the perfect speed between his fingers and the quick rolls of his hips, the coil tightening to it’s limit finally snapping making you see white.

His name comes out in a scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, bringing him to the brink with you. His body goes rigid, cock twitching deep inside of you. A guttural moan escapes somewhere from his chest when he paints your insides, your walls squeezing him so tight it threatens to push him out. He keeps the hold on your hips, making you take all of what he’s giving you before he finally collapses on your back, completely spent.

He leaves sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach, your shoulders, your spine, the back of your neck. Droplets of sweat drip onto your heated skin from his forehead, as he slowly pulls out wincing when he’s finally free. Flopping down on his back after, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you to his chest. He lips feather light on both your cheeks, your nose, and then finally your mouth, chuckling out of breath when you whine puckering for more. His needy girl.

[haetrack]

HEY HEY ITS 🪐 ANON I JUST GOT OFF WORK AND AJAJWKWK

https://pin.it/64UhBTuZc (inspired by this)

IMAGINE HARCHAN NUZZLING INTO U WHILE FUCKING U ANJAJKEK IM FERAL. (Gn reader)

[link]

a/n: i am so sorry this took so long but it’s like i got hit with a loving a sweet haechan láser and i had to write this like NOW

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it’s not unusual for haechan to try to wrap himself around you.

he’s always been a touchy person. days where he traps you in a bear hug, days where he can’t seem to leave your side. he always likes having a hand somewhere on you, finding comfort knowing that you’re right by his side.

today, as you’re laying in bed, you find haechan hovering by the door. he got back from practice, just changed into some fresh clothes so he can join you.

he’s quick to throw himself on top of you, practically knocking the wind out of you. he doesn’t bother to move, and you don’t bother to push him off of you. your hands thread through his hair, hearing the satisfied hum he lets out at the feeling.

“how was work?” you ask.

he doesn’t respond verbally, letting out a low whine against your chest. you chuckle at the sound, one of your hands moving the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to shiver. he whines out, “i just… need you.”

it’s only then that you feel how he’s hard against your thigh, how he’s subtly grinding into you. when he looks up at you, you can see his flushed cheeks and his hooded eyes. all you want to do is make him feel good.

he pulls himself up to look in your eyes before kissing you, slow and deep. his lips feel soft against yours, one of your hands reach to hold his cheek. your thumb smooths against his skin, watching him pull away from you so he can nuzzle into your touch.

he looks sweet like this, just a bit needy for your touches.

your thumb instinctively moves to trace over the moles of his face, feeling the soft smile he makes against your lips. he sighs contentedly when your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, your fingers slipping under his boxers to toy at his leaking tip.

it’s easy for you to give into him, letting him pull of your shirt and sweats, whining because he wants to feel you too. as he lazily presses kisses onto your neck, his hands wander all over you, hands touching you as he pleases.

as much as he would like to stay like this with you, the feeling of your hands running through his hair makes his heart race. he thinks he might be the luckiest person ever to be able to have you like this, to be able to share such a moment with you.

even if he’s a little impatient, haechan softly presses his fingers into you, prepping you just to make sure your comfortable. it doesn’t last long though, not when you’re squirming around, letting out quiet moans of his name.

a few moments later, he’s lining himself up, and you can feel just how needy he is when as his cock twitches against you. he leans over to kiss you, letting out a soft whimper against you as he bottoms out.

“s-so tight… just for me, right?” his voice his a little shaky when it reaches your ears. you respond with your hips grinding up into his, trying to fit him deeper inside you.

the feeling causes his head to fall to your shoulder, his warm breath hitting your skin as his hair lightly tickles you. you can feel his nose rub against your neck, trying to surround as much of himself with the feeling of you.

“i don’t… don’t think i’ll last long. you feel so good wrapped around me.” his words feel hot against you, and it’s only emphasized as he messily fucks into you. there’s no rhythm, no set pace, just a need to make the both of you feel good.

“it’s okay, love seeing you like this.” your hands press down against his back, pushing his chest into yours just to get him as close as possible. you can feel his eyes shut at your words, practically giving into you.

he kisses your shoulder before speaking, “needed you all day. just- just wanted you like this. wanted to hold you close to me.”

your nails dig into the skin of his back, drawing a moan out of him. you can feel him begin to shake against you, his cock twitching inside of you. he can’t help but succumb to you. everything about you makes him so weak.

despite how close he is to cumming, he continues, “can’t get enough of you. everything about you is perfect- you feel so nice against me.”

all you can do is moan out, caging him around you as you wrap your arms around his back. his whimpers raise in pitch, fucking helplessly into you, “gonna cum, gonna fill you up with all my cum…”

“please, haechan, wanna make you feel good.”

as soon as you place a soft kiss to the top of his head, he’s quick to cum inside you. moans of your name fill the air. his hands grip at your sides, trying to ground himself as he’s caught up in the feeling of you.

he tries to continue fucking his hips into you knowing that you didn’t cum, but he whines with how sensitive he is. you chuckle, calling his name out so you can press a kiss to his forehead. he thanks you quietly, head moving to nuzzle against your neck.

he quietly asks, pressing another kiss to your neck, “don’t you want me to return the favor?”

you murmur, “just stay here with me.”

you can feel him nodding against you, his cheek feeling warm against the skin of your collarbone. your heartbeat slows down, matching with haechan’s. all that’s left is the low hums of a song he lets out as you run your fingers along his back.

you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

[serpentandflower]

A smutty little bucktommy drabble, because I am determined to live in a world where the end of 8x06 never happened. :)

❖❖❖❖❖❖

A trembling gasp slips free, exhaled against the pillow beneath his head. He’s caught there, barely able to breathe or think or do much of anything at all. 

Only taking what he’s given.

Lips brush over his temple, a gentle contrast to the hands gripping his hips. Pulling him back into every thrust that sets his body alight. He’s flying and falling all at once, as desperate pleas rise in his throat yet only whimpers and moans fall from his lips.

“That’s it,” that familiar voice croons in his ear, teeth tugging at his lobe. “Doing so good for me.”

Those hands grip him tighter, and that mouth latches onto the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking and nipping and doing all he can to bring a beautiful smear of colors to the surface of his skin.

Electric heat sweeps through him, and he tilts his hips into every thrust. Desperately chasing the utter bliss that stays just out of reach.

“Tommy,” he cries hoarsely, a desperate thread weaving through his voice.

“I got you, baby, just let go.”

Buck relents to the fierce drive of his hips, his lips parting on a silent scream with every thrust of that thick, perfect cock. Fingers tug at his hair and the pinpricks of pain contrast the searing pleasure that builds and builds and builds, the dueling sensations nudging him closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” he breathes out, barely aware of having said it.

But Tommy hears it, and he’s hardly ever able to deny Buck a thing.

A choked sob catches in his throat when Tommy’s hand finds his flushed, leaking cock. It takes no more than three quick strokes and a callused thumb rubbing over his slit. His body seizes up, hitched whines tearing from his throat with every wave of utter pleasure that washes over him.

Tommy’s moan breaks through as he clenches tight around him and Buck does it purposefully now, riding the edge of overstimulation with every stuttered thrust of Tommy’s hips as tears slip free from beneath his lashes.

“Inside,” he gasps, knowing by the tremble of his body that Tommy is closed. “Please, Tom, don’t-don’t pull out.”

Tommy’s face buries in his throat to muffle the groan that wrenches from his chest, and Buck shudders at the spill of warmth deep inside of him. Marking him from within and claiming him in the most primal of ways. He clings to the feeling, a tired smile tugging at his lips that he got exactly what he wanted.

“Fuck, baby,” Tommy sighs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck as he slowly pushes himself up.

Buck whines a little as his cock slips out, already mourning the loss of it. Tommy’s broad hands grip his ass, spreading his cheeks as a tired laugh falls from his lips. He can feel the come trickling out of him and his teeth sink into his bottom lip as his face grows warm knowing that Tommy is watching.

“Look at you,” he says, his thumb catching all that escapes and pushing it back in.

Buck whimpers, reaching back blindly because he knows that Tommy won’t deny him. Soon enough, they’re entangled beneath the messy sheets. He’s surrounded by Tommy in a way he’s never been before this, before him, and it’s never going to stop being one of his favorite things. Knowing that Tommy can hold him like this.

Lifting their joined hands, he brushes his lips over Tommy’s knuckles and whispers a wish into the dark.

“Don’t leave.”

Tommy hums deep in his chest, tugging him even closer as if they can crawl into each other’s skin if they try hard enough.

Buck almost wishes they could.

“Not going anywhere,” Tommy murmurs sleepily.

It’s the last thing any of them say for a long time, and Buck clings to the promise in those words.

[hunysckle]

if i fall asleep before you, will you spoon me and press your body against mine? will you caress me and trace the goosebumps that follow your touches? will you whisper how much you love me while you grope my chest? will you grind your bulge against my ass? will you kiss my neck and shoulders and thank me for being so easy? will you roll me onto my back when you can't hold back anymore? will you kiss my tummy and thighs before slipping my underwear off and lining yourself up with my entrance? will you be gentle and slow? will you breed me? pump me full of your seed and moan about how tight i am even in my sleep? will you let me cockwarm you after you cum so nothing leaks out? will you fall asleep holding me?

[maybankprincess]

Kinktober: Lewis Hamilton/Choking

day 9: choking

pairing...lewis hamilton x reader 

warnings…choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

word count....1035

you had been dating lewis for nearly a year now, so it wasn’t shocking that you were both still getting to know each other's likes and dislikes. as you got comfortable with each other, it became easier to ask more intimate questions. soon you were going from asking what each other’s favorite movie to watch during the holiday season to what position he preferred in the bedroom, what turned him on and so on. but there was one kink you had wanted to try with him but it was almost too embarrassing to bring it up in fear of rejection. so you just never bought it up, stating that you would find the right place and time to confess this kink of yours to him. 

you were home on a random saturday evening preparing dinner for you and lewis. he was currently at the gym and would be coming home soon. as you were cutting vegetables, you heard the familiar sound of the door opening indicating that lewis was back. you hear his duffle bag hit the floor as he dropped it before moving towards the kitchen. lewis wrapped his muscular arms around your body as he hugged you. the smell of the shower gel he used at the gym fills your space. he rested his chin on your shoulder and kissed your cheek. 

“smells good in here” he comments as he smiles gently 

you smile and lean back in his embrace “i’m nearly done, you got here right on time” you say enjoying his touch “how was your workout?” you ask as you turn in his embrace to face him. 

“it was alright, the usual” he say and shrug “i prefer being here with my favorite girl” he say and pecks your lips 

“oh, you’re such a sap” you say and chuckle 

“oh really am i?” he says in a teasing tone as he grabs your face gently with one hand and gently squeezes your cheeks together. 

this action made your breath hitch slightly. you looked up at him and tried to hide the shock in your eyes. you decide to do something about it, it was about time you told him about the one thing you wanted to try with him. you grabbed his wrist and moved his hand down to wrap around your neck slightly. 

“there, better” you say and look up at him for his reaction he looks at you slightly shocked by your action before smirking 

“you like my hand placed around your neck?” he asks while smirking, you couldn’t form any words so you only nodded 

“nuh uh, i need words baby” he chastises as he smirks down at you making you shiver 

“yes, i love your hand wrapped around my neck” you confess 

“and what if i squeeze slightly?” he asks and does so, slightly constricting your breathing as you gasp 

“mhm, i love it” you admit as you hold onto his arm 

he smirks before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. “i think dinner can wait then” he groans out as he turns off any pots on the fire before holding you by the backs of your legs and lifting you. he turns and places you on the kitchen island countertop. you hiss as the back of your thighs come in contact with the cold marble. 

he takes off your comfy pants along with your panties before moving your legs apart and standing between them. you help him take off your loose shirt leaving you completely bare on the kitchen island. you help him pull down his pants and underwear as his cock springs free from his pants. 

he groans as he palms his hardening member, his precum leaking from the tip. you feel your juices start to trickle down your leg as your cunt clenches around nothing. 

lewis teases your entrance with his fingers before plunging one finger in your tight hole. you moan lowly as he moves his finger in and out of you. he slowly adds more fingers as he begins to stretch you out, going slowly so as to not hurt you. 

“good girl” he whispers as you take 3 fingers in your pussy. your walls clench around his fingers as he hits all your spots. you lay down on the counter as your legs begin to shake in pleasure. 

“alright, i think you’re ready for my cock now, baby” he says as he slowly takes out his fingers, leaving you empty momentarily before filling you back up with his hard cock. 

his tip grazes your g-spot as you moan loudly. you hiss as your walls stretch to fit his base. lewis reaches up as he fits his hand perfectly to your neck before squeezing lightly. you hold onto his arm as you feel your airway start to restrict. 

you start seeing stars as lewis increases his pace thrusting in and out of you. you scream out in pleasure and your legs begin to shake as you get closer to your orgasm. 

“you’re gonna cum for me, baby?” lewis asks as his other hand rubs your clit as he continues his movements. 

your body jerks as you feel your orgasm wash over your body, your body shakes as lewis continues to fuck you. he groans as your walls pulse around his cock before he pulls out quickly to also release his load. he jerks his cock as white slimy liquid shoots out of his cock and lands all over your stomach. lewis groans loudly as he watches his cum cover your body. 

“fuck, that was amazing, babe” he says breathlessly as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. 

“are you okay?” he asks as he pulls away to inspect your neck. you smile and look up at him. 

“i’ve never been better” you say sincerely and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him again. 

lewis picked you up from the couch and bought you to the bathroom to clean up. the rest of the evening was very romantic, with him loving your homemade meal, enjoying a movie at the end of the night. 

i guess now you can finally add choking as one of your shared kinks.

add yourself to the kinktober taglist

[satorusluver]

Minors DNI

Gojo is a pussy eating king. This is a fact. No, I do not accept criticism.

If there is one thing I am convinced of, it is that Gojo Satoru loves eating pussy. He loves the way you taste, loves the sounds you make, loves the feeling of your plush thighs around his head as he eats you like you're his last meal. 

The thing about Satoru is he pays attention. The first couple of times he ate you out, he ran his tongue all along your folds, exploring every inch of the "prettiest pussy I've ever seen" and taking note of your reactions when he licked here and there. He took the time to learn your body and what you like, and as a result he knows exactly how to make you cum quickly, or, when he's feeling like the teasing little shit he is, edge you mercilessly, until your nearly in tears as you plead for him to please make you cum on his tongue.

Satoru loves spreading your legs and peppering kisses up your thighs before he gingerly presses his lips against your throbbing clit, his tongue coming out to swipe against it just once, just to tease you, before he moves down and fucking shoves his tongue into your tight, wet hole as far as it will go with a hungry groan. He'll thrust his tongue in and out of you a few times before replacing it with two of his fingers, skillful digits quickly finding that spongy spot that makes your toes curl. And the smirk he makes when he finds it, oh god. He will figure out how to make you squirt and you bet he will be super fucking cocky about making you do it.

"You like that, baby? Oh, you're just too easy." He croons, then moves his lips back down to suck on your clit, gently at first and then with more ferocity.

Satoru just can't get enough of your sweet pussy. He loves eating you from behind, his hands firmly squeezing the plump flesh of your ass cheeks and using his thumbs to gently spread your lower lips and tongue fuck you relentlessly. And the sounds he makes -the moans, the whines, the lewd slurping sounds. The taste of you gets him so achingly hard that he's rutting into the mattress behind you, his boxers damp with precum that's leaking from the red, swollen head of his cock like a faucet.

And, of course, he loves having you sit on his face, your pussy covering most of it so only those stunning blue eyes are visible, peaking out from behind white eyelashes with a glassy look from how drunk on your wetness he is. He'll make you cum until you're overstimulated and shaking, but then his strong arms will just hold onto your thighs to keep you from getting off of him, his tongue still playing with your puffy, abused clit until tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"P-please, 'toru, t-that's enough...I can't anymore..." you whine.

"Jus' one more, baby, I know I can get you to cum one more time." He mumbles, his words a bit muffled before he goes right back to suckling your sensitive little bud, tongue swirling and lips sucking as you tremble above him, forcing one last orgasm out of your tired body with a shaky cry before you all but collapse on the bed next to him. He looks over at you with a smirk as he licks his lips, his mouth and chin glistening with your wetness.

"Told you I could do it." Smug bastard.

[turcott3]

birthday boy

juraj slafkovský x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex, nipple play, overall a lil freaky and a lil fluffy

(happy 20th to slaf!!)

masterlist

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“finally, we’re home.” you sighed in relief kicking off your heels as you walked through the front door.

“finally just me and you.” slaf giggles, tickling your sides harshly.

“it you don’t stop juraj. it’s your gift on the line, not mine.” you say sternly as he quickly comes to a halt, continuing to giggle.

“that’s what i thought.” you huff, unzipping your tight dress.

“i love my team and all they did for me tonight but, im so glad to be home.” he states following behind you.

“me too.” you smile sweetly in the mirror as the boy plays with the zipper on your back.

“so what’d you get me? it’s the big twenty you know.” he nudges on.

“how about let me go change and grab it, and you’ll find out.”

“deal.”

“great, go sit on the bed and close your eyes until i come back.” you say sternly as he covers his eyes quickly.

you strip out of your formal attire, putting on your latest set of lingerie and top toe to the kitchen, grabbing to fresh bottle of whipped shots you bought the day prior.

“open” you say lowly, presenting yourself in front of him with your hands behind your back. slowly, he separates his fingers, peeping through the slots he’d just created.

“baby, move your hands.” you giggle, freeing one hand and pulling his hand off his face.

“wasn’t sure i could trust you.” he jokes.

“well.”

“well what? you look fucking gorgeous. gotta give me a moment to readjust to seeing light okay.” he giggles, before really taking in your figure as you stood only two feet away from him.

“sadly, i am not the gift.”

“you’re always the gift.”

“juraj, please.” you say holding your hand up to stop him. you loved him and how he always had something to say back to you, which was something you weren’t always used to.

“i’ll stop.” he says sealing his mouth shut. you reveal the sleek can from behind you, holding it out to him.

“whipped shots? what is this alcoholic whipped cream?” he asks and you nod as he looks up at you. a smug look stretches across his face with a smile. in a hurry, he pulls you to him by your waist, sitting you on his lap. he pulls the top off the can and shakes it up.

“give it a taste baby.” he coos, spraying some of it into your mouth. you loved the creamy taste of it, and the way it coated your mouth with a velvet texture.

“try it baby, it’s good.” you say licking the bit that had missed your mouth off your upper lip. he sprays some into his mouth, humming at the sweet flavor.

“now do me a favor, and lose these.” you say unbuttoning a button from his shirt while you scanned his whole body with your eyes. without question, he complies. he pulled his clothes off quickly, leaving himself only in boxers. you sprayed some into your mouth, capturing his face in your hand, pulling him in for a kiss. his tongue plunged into your mouth, getting a taste of the vanilla flavor once again. he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him by the back of your neck. your hands found their way to his clothed and hardening cock. you loved the way he was obsessed with you. getting him hard was an easy task when it came to you. the simple sight of your gorgeous curves made his abs clench, in hopes of not getting a massive boner in public. all the brunette ever wanted to do was love on you.

“fuck.” he grunted, breaking the kiss apart at the number you were doing on his now throbbing cock.

“just let me…” you trailed off, tugging the waistband of his boxers down allowing his dick to spring free of its previous constraints. you shook the can and brought it to his tip, spraying a small dot of the whipped cream onto his tip, that was already leaking with precum. you swirled the cream around his tip, coating his cock with the velvety texture of the whipped cream. he tasted just like vanilla as you took him all the way into your mouth, working your tongue around the bottom of his shaft.

“my fucking god.” he grunts, gathering your hair with his hand so he could see the joy on your face as you gagged on his thick and, now creamy, cock. your eyes brimmed with tears as you reached the base of him, where his happy trail threatened to tickle your nose and ambush your entire process, but you pushed on. you removed him from your mouth, milky spit webbing from the corners before licking it away. he brought your lips back to his passionately. you could tell the further the two of you went the closer to drunk you were both getting.

“can you lay down for me baby?” he asks taking the can from next to you as he pulled away. you nodded as you climbed onto the bed, removing your bra before laying flat on your back.

“now let’s just,” he starts, tugging on the legs of your soaked panties, “take these off.” he smirks, tossing them to his hamper across the room. he brings the can to the inside of your thigh, spraying the cream in a line, inching closer and closer to your heated core, stopping a millisecond before making contact. his body finds his way between your feet as his tongue made contact with the line of whip on your leg, slowly moving up, licking up the sweet whipped cocktail. your anticipation grew as he locked his warm brown eyes on yours. before you could think, his now velvety tongue makes contact with your clit, a contact you’d been waiting what felt like an eternity for.

“fuck juraj.” you moan out, gripping the sheets with your fists.

“tastes so good baby.” he smirks, looking up slightly before diving in, his tongue twisting your swollen chit in circles as his hands gripped the outside of your thighs.

“oh my god.” you moan, gripping onto the boys soft locks between your legs. the sensation made you practically hallucinate. his attention to detail in pleasing you was like a fucking drug and you were addicted to it. he pulled away just before the urge to squeeze his head between your thighs like a watermelon took over. breathlessly, he runs his fingers through his now messy hair, attaching his lips to yours.

“baby please,” you beg.

“please what my love?” he asks.

“fuck me, please j, please.” you felt yourself begging for it. it became a need more than a want. you felt like you were truly addicted to him. he sprays a bit of the cream on two fingers before responding.

“open up for me pretty girl.” he says and you do so as he slides to fingers into your mouth. you suck them clean of the whipped shot, allowing yourself to become more and more intoxicated. he positioned himself between your legs, lining his throbbing cock up with your pussy before pushing in slowly, the smooth feeling of the whipped cream lingering on both of you. you could never get over the way he effortlessly stretched your walls, his tip immediately hitting the delicate spot deep inside of you.

“god juraj.” you huff quietly as his begins his slow thrusts. they were deep and powerful, and very quick to make you finish. you prayed to every god, hoping you could hold off a little longer for his birthday, or at least provide you the strength to go until he was done. his thrusts became stronger and quicker as he pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with his grunts and your moans. somehow, you grabbed hold of the can, spraying the whipped shot onto your tits enticing him even more. he takes your title into his mouth, rolling your nipple gently in between his teeth as he sucked the substance off of you. your moans turned into screams as the feeling was all to much for you.

“such a good girl.” he says lowly, attaching his lips to yours, tongue plunging back into your mouth like a puzzle piece. your fingernails carved pictures in his back as he adjusted his angle, hitting your g-spot consistently now.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you whine, never wanting this feeling to end. he fucked you impossibly deeper, pushing your climax to the front of the line. relief washed over your body as your stretched cunt contracted around him tightly, bringing him to his own climax, coating your walls with his milky seed. his thrusts slowly came to a stop as he fucked himself dry in you, tears soaking your cheeks from the orgasm you’d just experienced.

“god i fucking love you.” he giggles, kissing your cheek sweetly as he pulls himself out of you, running his fingers through the sensitive folds of your pussy, coated in the mixture of your climaxes, but also the creamy texture of the shots. you grab onto his wrist, sucking his finger completely clean of the mix, leaving him floored.

“happy birthday baby, i love you too.” you giggle, looking up at him through your lashes.

“happy birthday to me.” he replies, tackling you back onto the bed, the pair of you now too drunk to care about the mess you made in the sheets.

“would you say i did good?” you slur.

“i say you did. same thing tomorrow?” he smiles at you, pulling you to his chest.

“or maybe same thing in an hour i don’t know.” you giggle, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your night pleasing him.

“when you sucked me off with this shit,” he starts shaking the bottle, “that was nuts baby. you’re fucking perfect. such a pretty girl.” he coos into your hair before kissing you gently on the head

“i can arrange more of that, yeah?” you smirked, grabbing the bottle from him and shaking it as he rubbed himself hard once again.

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[cactuscoolerr]

thinking abt titfucking n teasing bachira/isagi/rin(?) …(⸝⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝⸝ ;)

(characters r totally optional since i love all ur works and am in love w all the of them, just thought it would be most in character for the ones i mentioned ! ♡)

⋆｡˚. tit fucking - bachira meguru, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin

• nsfw

• notes: im in love with this idea omg.. i headcanon rin as one of the biggest titty boys in blue lock (´⌣`ʃƪ)

• (more) notes: i wrote this while watching saltburn so its kind of a bit more extra than I originally thought it'd be (¬､¬)

. ˚ ｡⋆ bachira meguru

small whimpers sounded from above you as you pressed your tits together around your boyfriends red and thick cock. "you okay..?" you asked softly, gently begging to move your tits up and down his cock, bachira eliciting more whimpers.

"i-im okay.." bachira gasped as you wrapped your pretty lips around the flushed tip of his cock. "just feels so.. ah- so fucking good.." a moan ripped through his body, bachira nearly collapsing from the pleasure you were giving him. "p-please don't stop.. ngh~"

you laughed softly, looking up at your adorable boyfriend with complete admiration in your eyes. "my sweet boy. just taking it so well for me, aren't you" your gentle coos sent shivers down bachira's spine, his hips bucking upwards, fucking into the tightness of your tits pressed together.

the feeling of your soft tits against his cock was like heaven to him. he didn't know how long he would last, but it sure wasn't long. bachira could feel his balls tightening and his reddened cock growing more and more sensitive as he stared at your face, gasping and gripping the sheets underneath him.

"so so close.." bachira whined, moaning loudly right after he watched your tongue flick out to lick at the precum leaking from his slit. you moaned at the taste of him, leaning down to suck on his cock head once more in hopes of tasting more. "taste so good, baby boy.." your eyes met his desperate ones. "just give me more, meguru. give me everything, sweet boy"

and how could bachira resist your sultry voice. with a gasp, the first spurt of cum fell against the fat of your tits, the rest of it dropping on your face and spilling all over his cock.

you helped him ride out his high by slowly moving your tits up and down his cock, watching with your legs rubbing together as he teared up and moaned, closing his eyes shut tightly.

"you did so good.." your words came out breathily, slightly gasping before gently kissing the tip of his cock. slowly opening his eyes, bachira looked down at you to see you licking the cum that splattered around your lips, moaning as if you wanted to taste only him for the rest of your life. "tastes to fucking good, baby. gonna give me more, right..?"

. ˚ ｡⋆ isagi yoichi

"no teasing me though.." isagi sighed, looking down at you with his hand caressing your cheek as you sat on your knees in front of him with your hands on his thighs.

with a small nod, you reached for his belt, beginning to undo it only to be stopped by isagi's hands. "im serious about this, you know" his words were stern but you took them lightly and with another small nod.

"you don't trust me..?" you leaned forward in between his spread legs, resting your cheek against his thigh and nosing against his hardening cock. "think i can't follow my boyfriends directions? im very hurt, yoichi.."

isagi sighed, holding onto your chin and lifting your face upwards to bring you in for a loving kiss. "do what you want to then, sweet girl. i'll take whatever you give me" he spoke, gazing into your eyes with slight desperation and a need for his gorgeous girlfriend.

proceeding with your actions, you reached for his belt, allowing for isagi to unbutton your baby doll tank top, pulling down the straps of your shirt and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "so perfect.." isagi whispered, lifting his hips to pull his pants and boxers down.

you nearly moaned at the sight of his erect cock. it was hard to resist not wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, instead letting your spit fall against his cock and pressing your tits together against his length. yoichi moaned at the feeling, throwing his head back with a loud groan.

"does that feel good..?" you asked, pressing your tits tighter around his cock and fighting off the smile that threatened your lips when he slightly glared down at you, moaning just from the sight of your gorgeous face and perfect tits. "I said-" he hissed and bucked his hips, one of isagi's hands raising to your head and softly grasping at your hair. "no fucking teasing.." he gasped, wanting to pull you up onto his lap and fuck into your tight cunt as if you were his own personal toy.

"so god damn perfect" isagi groaned, his fingers gently raking through your hair as he closed his eyes. "my sweet girl.."

. ˚ ｡⋆ itoshi rin

"just- fuck.. let me fuck you already" rin groaned, thumbing at your erect nipples as he fucked up into your tits. even though he was complaining, he couldn't deny that he was in love with the way you looked, kneeling in front of him with your tits on full display for only him to see.

"a little bit more.." you said softly, thumbing at his slit and licking his precum off of your finger. "i just wanna make my baby feel good" a small whine fell passed your lips as he pinched at your nipple. "love you so much and only want the best for you.."

rin watched your expressions, your soft gasps as he tweaked your nipple and pinched, wanting to paint your skin with his marks, his claim.

a soft moan slipped passed rin's lips, thrusting faster with his release getting closer. "cum for me, rin rin" you breathed out, licking at his slit and reaching to fondle as his balls. "please.. just cum for me"

"ah.. fuck-" he moaned, closing his eyes and immersing himself in the pleasure only you could give him. "so fucking good.. shit.."

you could tell rin was close so you wrapped your lips around his cock head, suckling softly and moving your tongue around his sensitivity until you tasted the familiarity of your boyfriends cum. you moaned softly around his cock, making rin jolt from the vibrations. "so good.." you moaned around him, cum spilling from your lips, rins thumbs finding purchase on the corner of your mouth and gently wiping it away.

"fuck.." rin said shakily and pulled you up, needing to feel your pussy around his cock, grasping at you with desperation.

[hitomisuzuya]

hiihihihiihiihiiiiiii suzzuuuu could you

could you do like

rough scara x reader after a christmas dinner where reader had said something about him and so he decides to fuck reader really roughly when they get back to their apartment:3

COULD UOU ALSO INCLUDE HIM SLAPPING READERS CUNT AND SPANKING THEM

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR RECOVERY AND HOPEFULLY YOUR MOOD GETS BETTER!!!!

-🎧

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Spanking. Cunt/clit smacking. Rough sex. Degradation.

I take a breather to eat something and come back to this 😳😳😌

Everyone always saw how you doted on Scaramouche. So someone decided to politely call you out on it, "Does Scaramouche always get his way?" To which you simply replied with a smile, "No, Scaramouche doesn't always get his way."

Oh he didn't? You had another thing coming when you got back home to your shared apartment.

You yelped feeling the sting of Scaramouche's hand across your ass. Your ass was up in the air, your face buried into the pillows as you moaned in bliss. Every smack to your ass made your cunt clench and your clit throb.

"What was it that you said? That I don't always get my way?" Scaramouche hissed, rubbing the inflamed skin before bringing his hand down hard again. You yelped, your fingernails clawing into the pillows. "I am easily getting my way. Or do you just like being spanked?"

You let lout a loud moan, your ass stinging more as Scaramouche smacked it again. He flipped you over onto your back so fast it stunned you. Batting your legs apart, he gave your cunt a wet smack.

Your hips jerked off bed, tears stinging your eyes as a strong jolt of pleasure went straight to your swollen clit. The moan you let out, watching your seize up was intoxicating. The rougher he was with you, the better it felt.

He smacked two fingers once, twice on your clit, leaning down to lick away the tears that fell from your eyes. You looked at him with such defiance that it made his cock throb harder. "Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you again. You were moaning like such a pathetic slut," He flicked your clit, kenning a loud cry from your throat.

Spreading your legs further apart, he rubbed precum onto your clit leaking from the head of his cock. He smacked your cunt again as you grinded up needily to seek friction from his cock, giving you a glare to remind you of your place.

Scaramouche hissed in pleasure, his cock throbbing as it sheathed it inside of you. He bottomed out with a harsh snap of his hips. "I always get my way," He groaned huskily, pulling out to stuff his cock back inside your cunt, stretching you out all at once.

His hips smacked into yours, barely giving you time to adjust to his length as he slammed his cock deep into your sweet spot. You put your arms around him, your nails clawing at his skin as you writhed and moaned under him.

"Cry for me, slut," Scaramouche taunted, watching his cock glide in and out of you. Your walls were clamping tighter with each thrust, practically seeing stars he was fucking himself so deep into you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You whimpered behind shameless moans. You couldn't regret what you said, not when the result was him fucking so harshly. "I always let you have your way!"

"That's right, whore," Scaramouche moaned, his thrusts turning sloppy. He held your hips tight, holding you still, kissing his cock into your sweet spot relentlessly. He gave your clit one last smack, making you cum hard, screaming from the intensity of your orgasm.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a dominant kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth to muffle his loud moan, his cock throbbing cum inside of you. He pulled out so he could watch the last ribbon of cum spill onto your cunt. "Always know your place."

[writingjourney]

soft, sleepy sex with the papas

summary: Four short-ish scenarios, one for each Papa, in which you get to do some crossword-solving with Primo, come home after a night-out with Secondo, wake up with Terzo or watch a movie with Copia.

content: 4.8k words in total (each is 1k-1.4k words), f!readers, sort of established relationships, dom/sub undertones if you squint, obviously these contain smut, more detailed warnings in each part, 18+ MDNI

Masterlist – Ao3 link

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Primo 

content: p in v because peepaw can still get it

Half-asleep on Primo’s bare chest, you draw lazy patterns into the fuzzy hair on his left pec, your palm resting just above his steady heartbeat. He keeps one arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding a weathered little book that is open on a half-done crossword puzzle, while his other hand slowly fills in the empty squares. It’s Italian, so you gave up trying to help him a while ago, dozing to the sound of graphite scratching on paper.

But you know you won’t sleep yet. There is a gentle but very persistent simmer in the pit of your stomach. You’ve wanted your Papa all day but when he got home earlier, tired and irritable after an argument with Sister, you hadn’t wanted to bring it up. Now, after a light dinner and some restful time with you curled up against him, he seems a lot calmer.

Inhaling his slightly herbal scent, you decide to at least try – he’s going to let you know if he’s not up for it. A kiss to his wrinkly neck and your fingers start trailing from his chest down to his belly. Slow circles with your index and middle finger,  caressing the saggy skin with as much affection as you can pour into such a delicate touch.

You feel him stir, so you move your hand further down, stroking his abdomen. A soft hum deep inside his chest. His hand sinks, the pencil slipping from his fingers. It’s your cue to keep going, so you toy with the hem of his pajama pants. When you let your hand slip beneath the elastic, you’re excited to find him half-hard, curved against the left side of his pelvis.

He’d been struggling with intimacy as of late – his age, all the hard work and general worries catching up with him, a sort of vicious cycle that led to some changes in your shared bedroom. He takes care of you in other ways, very generously, but tonight, for once, he seems truly relaxed, and you feel him slowly harden against your palm.

“Do you feel good?” you whisper. “Should I keep going?”

“Mhm.”

You stamp wet kisses down his neck, sucking on the spot that always makes him shudder. You continue to slowly stroke him, a leisurely pace, until he’s fully hard and leaking onto your fingers.

“I thought you are tired,” he murmurs.

You smile. “I am, but I just miss you so much.”

“I’m right here, la mia rosa. Every night.”

More kisses. You softly suck on the spot below his jaw, and his hips buck up into your touch. “You know what I mean, Papa.”

Primo draws a sharp breath, the arm he had wrapped around you slowly uncurling as he throws the book across the bed. His hand moves to your ass, a tight squeeze and he urges you to move closer. You crawl on top of him, hot, liquid excitement flowing through your veins at the prospect of finally having him inside of you again.

With one hand, you prop yourself up on his chest while you move your sleeping shorts out of the way with the other. You settle on his cock, rubbing your wet folds over his length and slicking it with your arousal. You grind on him a few times and you both gasp at the feeling. His hands fly to your hips, sharp fingernails digging deeper into your flesh when you finally place him at your entrance. He slips inside, the stretch immensely rewarding after going without it for so long, and despite the sleepiness still clinging to you, you try your best to move on him. Limited energy has you resting your upper body on his, chest against chest, only separated by your shirt. You lean in for a kiss as you slowly roll your hips. The pace you’re setting with your mouth as well as your body is slow, almost sluggish, but even so you can feel the ripples of pleasure all over your body.

“Amore?” Primo whispers against your lips and you hum into his mouth. “I missed you, too.”

And then he’s suddenly thrusting up into you. You moan against his tongue and he does it again, chuckling as you keen and cling to the headboard. A shudder tears through your whole body and your mouth slips from his, your face slotting against his neck instead when he gives another thrust.

Primo wraps his arms around you in a hug. “You’re tired, let me do the rest.”

You want to protest, remind him of his back issues and the pain he’d felt in his hip joint all week, but he’s already rolling you over. He knows you wouldn’t have been able to cum from your slow movements alone and he also knows you wouldn’t have minded, but he always tells you that making you cum is the highest form of worship for him. And Primo loves to worship.

As soon as he’s on top of you he shifts into position, propped up on his elbows on either side of you pushing back into your dripping entrance very slowly. You hold him steady, arms wrapped around his shoulder to try and keep him for overexerting himself. His rhythm isn’t much faster than yours, but his movements are more deliberate – precise thrusts hitting you exactly where you need him. Already you clench around him, moaning as more pleasure pools into your lower belly. 

Primo is breathing heavily and the frequency of his pants tells you he’s close.

“Touch yourself for your Papa, amore,” he whispers. 

You move your hands between your bodies and start to rub your clit. It doesn’t take much until you completely let go. You come almost simultaneously, moaning into each others skin as your bodies tremble with pleasure. You can feel his hot seed dripping out of you when he shifts, a sharp hiss as you eventually untangle your limbs.

Primo slowly, carefully, rolls off of you, sinking back into his pillow with a low, pained hmpf. You lean over and open your mouth to ask if he’s okay but he’s already waving his hand to stop you, a delighted sigh leaving his lips as his body relaxes. You snuggle back into him, kissing the hot, sweaty skin on his cheek. This has exhausted him but the blissful expression on his usually so grim face tells you he won’t regret it no matter how much his joints are going to hurt tomorrow. 

“I love you, la mia rosa,” he mumbles into your hair. “Thank you for reminding your Papa that you still desire him so.”

“Hm, I love you, too,” you mumble, already drifting off.

The last thing you hear is his chuckle and the click of the switch as he turns off the light.

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Secondo

content: biting, praise, v fingering, p in v sex, dom/sub undertones if you squint

The smell of smoke, sweat and liquor still lingers in your nose, now accompanied by the sweet and woody scent of Secondo’s sandalwood shower gel. The club had been packed, despite it’s exclusivity, and after a night of dancing and being pushed around by other bodies, you’re ready to fall asleep with his heavy arms draped around you. After all of the noise and the heavy, blasting music, you welcome the soft quiet of his bedroom, the dull buzzing of his toothbrush and your own even breathing the only sounds in your ears.

When Secondo exits the bathroom, the open door casts a narrow ray of fluorescent light onto your half-sleeping form. He quickly flips the switch and closes the door as quietly as he can. In the near-dark, he observes the silhouette of your body, all the curves and lines and edges he’s grown to love so much. You haven’t been sleeping in this bed for very long – it’s only been a few weeks since he decided he won’t let you leave again. Now, as he sheds his bathrobe and crawls under the silky sheets to join you, he thinks that it was probably the best decision of his life.

You can feel his naked body settling against your back, the warmth of his soft skin drawing a sigh from your lips. His strong arm wraps around you, pushing under your armpit to press flat against your front, pulling you even closer. As his hand moves to gently cup your breast, you can feel a tired exhale against your neck.

“As much as I love going out with you,” he murmurs. “This is my favorite.”

His lips softly press to the velvet skin below your ear. A few slow but needy kisses leave a wet trail all over your neck, his hand squeezing your breast in tandem with each one.

“You looked so beautiful tonight, amore.” Another kiss, this time to the back of your neck, and a shiver rolls down your spine. “Everyone in the club envied me.”

You chuckle softly, tilting your head to the side to grant him more space. “I’m pretty sure they were staring at you, my love.”

“Ah, che sciocchezza!” His lips attach to your skin, sucking gently at first, then with more force. You indulge him, the stinging sensation barely registering with your exhaustion as he bites into your flesh. He keeps busy there until you whimper at the burning sensation.

But Secondo knows he is right and it’s the reason why you have this big purple bruise blossoming on your neck right now. He is nothing but attentive, observant, and it gives him great confidence to watch other people admire you, then flinch away when they notice that you’re with him. He loves to subtly show you off – until someone actually tries to chat you up like today. It’s always the same, a sudden surge of need to show everyone that you’re his and he’s all over you, the public setting quickly forgotten. Secondo almost fucked you right there on the dance floor, not unprecedented, but after someone repeatedly rammed their elbow into his side he decided that it was too busy tonight.

But it’s okay because by now the high wore off, leaving him only mildly horny and mostly sleepy just like you. He thinks he wants to be gentle now, slowly fuck you both to sleep.

His lips come off your neck with a wet pop. He pushes his other arm underneath you, fingers searching the heat between your legs, but when he lets his hand slide down your middle, he’s met with the fabric of your panties.

“Ah.” He tsks softly into your ear, pulling them down slightly. “Since when do we wear clothes to bed, eh?”

You groan tiredly but don’t object, lifting your leg to help him remove the piece of fabric. Soft fingers slide between your legs now, pressing against your mound. He’s tentative, sensual, wet lips running over your neck and up to your ear.

“Will you let me have you, amore?” he whispers. “You know your Papa wanted you all night.”

You wake up your voice with a soft hum. “Yes, Papa.”

“You’re so good for me, always so good.”

More kisses, this time to the shell of your ear, your earlobe, your cheek. You smell his minty toothpaste and turn your head for a proper kiss. His free hand moves to cradle your jaw, thumb pressing into your neck to adjust the angle. The kiss is languid just like his fingers working on your clit now. A soft whine escapes you and his tongue sweeps inside to meet yours in a gentle greeting. Your mind gets hazy with his taste, the soft ripples of pleasure in your core, his now hard cock pressing into your back. You want him, need him, and so you wriggle, pushing your ass into his groin. He accommodates you by sliding two fingers into your wet entrance, increasing the pressure.

“Secondo, please,” you whimper.

“Ah.” He stops altogether, pulling back to look at you with intense mismatched eyes. “Being tired is no excuse for misbehaving.”

“I’m sorry, Papa. Please.”

“Mhm.” His movements resume. “Brava ragazza. So tired and still you beg for your Papa’s cock.”

Your head falls back into the pillows as Secondo shifts, removing his hands to adjust your hips, slotting them together. His cock slips between your legs then and you moan softly when you feel it slide right against your folds. He slowly pushes in, using his free hand on your belly to keep you pressed tightly to his chest, the other one lifting your leg up just enough so he can move inside of you. The stretch is beautifully slow, his mouth back on your ear now, and you reach over to scratch the back of his neck.

He hums at your loving caress, a low rumble that gives you butterflies, and then he pulls back, pushing back in deeper. You close your eyes and revel in the gentle rhythm he sets. For a while, all you hear are your soft gasps, his low moans right by your ear and the sound of his skin meeting yours. Your orgasm builds slowly but you can both feel it approaching, Secondo spreading out his fingers on your abdomen until he can reach your clit again. He speeds up just slightly, squelching noises filling your ears whenever his cock slides in to hit that sensitive spot deep inside of you. His own breaths are ragged now but he’s holding back until he gets you there first, always.

“Come for your Papa,” he whispers against your ear with surprising softness. “Be good for me and come on Papa’s cock.”

You do, clenching around him as his words send you over the edge with a voiceless cry. He joins you, growling, hips stuttering into yours a few more times as he draws out both of your highs. Your exhausted body goes limp, only shuddering again when he eventually pulls out. 

A soft exhale as he wraps you up in his arms, his sweaty chest warm against your back. You vaguely feel his thumb caressing your arm, the gentle pattern lulling you to sleep. Neither of you is going to move again before the sun rises and the birdsong inevitably wakes you.

“Sleep well, amore,” Secondo whispers, kissing the purple bruise on your neck one more time.

You sigh deeply, weaving your fingers through his, and slowly drift off.

⛧ ✦ ⛧

Terzo

content: cunnilingus, v fingering, mentions of mental health issues

A tickle at your neck. You stir and scrunch up your face, shifting onto your side to get away. It’s adorable, Terzo thinks, so he does it again, a featherlight kiss just below your ear. You twitch slightly once more, the duvet slipping from your shoulder and revealing your bare upper body to him. Half-hovering above you, it’s easy to press yet another kiss to your neck and watch your irritated pout, eyebrows pulled tightly together. Your hand flexes then, and he’s almost sure you’re going to swat him away like a fly but your fingers uncurl after a second, smoothing out on the mattress.

Waking up with you in his bed makes him unnecessarily giddy, weightless in a way he hasn’t felt in years. And after looking at your peaceful form for a moment longer he decides that he needs your attention more than you need your sleep. So the next kiss is harder. He finds an almost faded hickey right below your jaw, licking over the skin he traps between his lips and sucking with more fervour.

You give a soft groan that vibrates against his mouth. “Terzo, ’m still sleeping.”

He breaks away with a loud smacking sound, then boops your shoulder with his nose. “No, you’re not.”

“But I’m still tired,” you whine, burying your face deeper into the pillow.

“Aww,” he cooes. “Too tired for your Papa?”

You hum sleepily, your brain not yet fully awake. Terzo won’t let you off the hook. He wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you into his warm body. Looking down with your blurry gaze, you notice a tendon in his arm twitching as he slots his pelvis against yours. You can feel him rock hard against your ass now, poking into the supple flesh of your butt cheek. So this is why he woke you up early on a Sunday morning and not to get you croissants and coffee.

“I am shocked,” he says. “Offended. Mortally wounded.”

“Mhm, Terzo…” 

“You know, you’ve been wriggling against me in your sleep,” he interrupts your complaint. “I bet I’d find you already wet for me, dolce. Tell me, did you dream about your Papa?”

Shifting your legs, you realise that he’s right. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d really been dreaming about him just before he woke you. For the past month, he’s been occupying your every thought, every fading dream, every waking moment. What you thought would be a one time thing turned into a two and three and many more times thing, late night McDonald’s runs, hour-long phone conversations when he can’t sleep after his anxiety attacks, countless lunch dates just to have one extra daily hour in each other’s company… and now actually sleeping together, staying the night. This is uncharted territory but as your mind slowly regains its grasp on reality, you’re more than ready to explore what it means.

“I must have,” you admit. “I often do.”

“Oh, really?” His lips trail from your shoulder back to your neck, his voice a low whisper against your ear. “Well, I dream about you too, my little dormiglione, every night.”

You feel your circulation coming to live, heat rushing into your cheeks and between your legs. “Really?”

“Mhm. Do you want to know what my favorite dream is?”

You fight the urge to rub your crusty eyes. “Yes.”

His grasp on you loosens and he turns you onto your back, gently cradling your face. You don’t feel self-conscious about your sleepy, unkempt state for more than a second because there is nothing but pure affection in his mismatched gaze.

“I will show you, amore,” he promises. “A little demonstration is just what we need to wake you up, sì?”

His words register only after he’s kissing down your neck. With an insistent mouth, he latches onto your breast, sighing when he feels the soft flesh against his face. You bury your fingers in his raven hair, gently scratching his scalp, and he moans lowly against your skin. The vibration has you arching into his touch and his eyes snap up at you. They never leave yours as he scoots further down the bed, leaving a wet trail of kisses all over your belly.

Terzo settles between your legs, spreading them just enough to nuzzle one of your inner thighs. Unshaved, his cheeks feel scratchy against your skin and he rubs them against you a few more times with an almost boyish smile. He’s beautiful, even more so in his unkempt state, stubbly jaw, messy hair, eyes still a little puffy. For once he is not tense, not on guard, and you can’t help but reach out and brush a stray piece of hair out of his face. You look at each other in shared vulnerability and for a moment, he leans into your touch, a tender, loving expression softening his features. But then his eyes glint with mischief as he grins and stuffs his face right into your pussy. 

You keen, arching your back. His nose is pressed against your clit, tongue pushing into your entrance, and your hips buck involuntarily. You can’t help but moan – loudly, desperately – and he pulls away with a chuckle.

“Ahhh, there you are. Good morning, sunshine. Not so tired anymore now, eh?” All you can do is whimper at the loss of his touch and his lips curl into a satisfied grin. “Per favore, will you let your Papa have his breakfast now? You know I have a sweet tooth.”

You nod, teeth digging into your bottom lip in anticipation. His face is glistening with your arousal and his eyes narrow just slightly.

“Words, dolce.”

“Yes,” you croak, throat still scratchy. “Please, Papa.”

He chuckles again, moving his hands up your thighs to open them wider before he brings one to your abdomen, the other slowly spreading your folds for him. “So wet, dolce. Your dreams must be even more exciting than mine.”

Words have long since escaped you. Just watching him so readily offer you pleasure is enough to make you light-headed. He licks a broad stripe up from your entrance to your clit where he stays, sucking gingerly at first before he hungrily starts to devour you.

Your eyes flutter close again but not from sleepiness this time.

“Eyes on me,” he demands immediately. “We don’t want you falling back asleep, yes?”

There is no danger of that, your body is burning, muscles clenching with the little energy you have, but you still follow his order. His eyes are on yours as he breaks away, creating space to push one and then two fingers into your waiting hole. You tighten around him with a moan, your whole lower body pulsating with need. A wicked grin and he rubs his fingers against your inner wall, looking for the spot that makes your toes curls. By now, he’s practiced, so in tune with your body that the firm, constant pressure brings you close very fast. When he sees your shudder, his mouth is back on your clit, sucking, licking, humming until you clench around his digits, hips bucking into his face as you ride out your climax. 

You only notice how tightly you’ve been gripping the sheets when Terzo crawls back up to you, gently taking your hand in his. He kisses each of your aching knuckles before he uses your hand as an extension to his, cleaning up his messy face and sucking your fingers into his mouth with such tender care that it makes you smile, your heart almost bursting with love for him.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says.

“Terzo, I haven’t brushed my–”

His mouth collides with yours, tongue dipping into your mouth hungrily. You taste yourself on him but there is barely any time to take it in, your brain still hazy and clouded from your high. When he breaks away, he gives you a pointed look. “Do I look like I care?”

You softly shake your head and wrap your arms around his back, keeping him close. Fiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck, your breathing slowly evens.

“I love waking up with you,” you mumble with a smile. “Not just because of this. If you let me, I want you to be the first thing I see every day for the rest of my life.”

“If I let you?” His eyes soften and he gives an almost pained smile, struggling to accept the truth behind your words. But then he huffs out an exhale, pushing his hip back against you. “Amore, do you honestly think I will ever allow you to leave this bed again?”

With his painfully hard and leaking cock pressed against your thigh, the answer to his question is quite clear. You mentally say goodbye to breakfast. There are far more inviting things to sustain you than food.

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Copia

content: soft!dom copia just bc I can, praise kink, thigh riding, v fingering, gloves

A murmur right by your ear. “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.” A short pause. “Chianti.”

You’re about to fall asleep on Copia’s tiny bed, dim candlelight and his warmth surrounding you. The Silence of the Lambs is running in the background on a grainy VHS tape, Copia mumbling most of the dialogue to himself, practically lulling you to sleep. You’re half on top of him, legs intertwined, a mess of tangled red limbs in matching sweatpants. He knows you aren’t paying any attention to the movie with the way your nose evenly exhales against his windpipe, but after the long day you had that’s no surprise.

His arms automatically close around you, squeezing your tired body closer to his. The shift pushes his knee further between your legs and you feel a slight pressure against your clit. Copia continues to mumble but your focus shifts to the burning sensation in your core. His thigh is firm against your pussy and you tentatively move your hips a little. It’s innocent enough at first, a wriggle to get more comfortable. Copia presses a kiss to your hair, a searching hand finding your waist for a comforting squeeze.

It only serves to make you more restless. You roll your hips, desperate for more friction. He catches on by the third time you do it, the hand on your side sliding down, fingers spreading over your hip as he pulls you in closer. You continue to grind on his thigh, slow but steady, soft moans tumbling from your lips. After a few seconds he starts to massage you through the fabric of your sweatpants, pulling you forward so you slide over his leg even harder. You keen and grab at his t-shirt right above his chest, scrunching up the fabric. The pressure feels too good, shivers running down your spine and into your core.

“So needy,” Copia whispers on his next exhale, tickling the skin just below your ear. “Your Papa loves it when you use him to get off, tesoro. When you make a mess all over his thigh.”

You whimper again, louder, higher, too exhausted to move as fast as you’d need to find some actual relief. His hand slides under the elastic of your pants, warm black leather against soft, delicate skin, and he gives an encouraging squeeze.

“Do you want me to help you, topolina?” he asks, voice low and deep.

“Mhm.”

“You have to ask, my baby,” he reminds you. “I want to hear it.”

“Please, Papa, help me.”

“Tell me what you need from me.”

“I n-need your fingers, Papa. Please.”

Soft lips brush your temple. “Hm, so good for me. But you sound tired, amore, are you sure you can take it?”

Your voice comes out in a strangled whine. “Yes, Papa. Please.”

He stops your movements, and you wail in disappointment as he pulls his leg away from you, a dark red patch staining the red cotton. But his hands quickly find your hip again, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry, amore,” he says, pushing the hem down to your knees. “Your Papa is going to take care of you.”

His fingertips dance up your thigh and move straight between your legs, probing at your entrance. Rubbing along your folds, he spreads out your arousal all over the black leather. Copia hums when he feels how ready you are for him, pushing two fingers inside of you with ease. You moan at the stretch, clenching around his digits as he curls them inside of you. 

“Hm, you like that, amore?”

You hum, pressing your hot forehead against his neck. He slowly starts to move, an almost languid pace but his thrusts are deliberate, hitting you right every time. Rippling waves of pleasure run all over your body and leave a trail of goosebumps. You’re getting close, shifting, wriggling. The wet noises of his hand moving against you drown out the sounds of the movie. With your last remaining effort, you move your hips, joining his rhythm.

Copia hums in approval. “Hmm, yes, use my hand, make yourself come, topolina.”

You cry out as you clench tightly around his fingers, the sound muffled by his sweaty skin against your lips. He can feel you shuddering against him, and you slowly turn into a panting, whimpering mess in his arms. With a few last curls of his fingers, he carries you through your orgasm, smiling at every little tremor he can coax out of you.

“Hmmm, so good for your Papa.” More wet kisses to your face. “You did so well, amore.”

You come to, smiling softly at his praise as the room around you becomes clearer. You notice the lights of the tv flickering off the walls. Buffalo Bill probably just murdered someone, but Copia must have turned down the sound because all you can hear is his slightly increased heartbeat when you settle on his chest. He pulls up your sweatpants and continues to hold you against him, kissing your hair so softly you can barely even feel it. Your body starts to feel heavier, drowsiness taking over now that you’re sated. You close your eyes and let the lingering feeling of bliss carry you into a peaceful slumber.

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A/n: This almost took a completely different turn but I'm quite happy with how this turned out <3

Also, sorry I haven't been posting in a while I have over 70 asks in my inbox rn and I'm trying to write them I swear I'm just really slow lol but I am writing, I promise :')

Warnings: Smut, edging, pantie stealing/gagging?, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had been on tour the past few months, usually while he was on tour you guys would call and get off on each other's voices, moans and sometimes commands. But you had plans this time, evil plans.

He wasn't cumming for the whole tour, it was short only about three months, sure enough he could handle that, right?

Anytime you were on call you'd make up some excuse for leaving, only after edging him for as long as you could, sometimes hours. You told him to be a good boy and not touch himself unless you told him to.

He'd come whining to you every day over the phone. "Please, please, can I cum now?" He ask, tears brimming his eyes, his dick hot and pulsing in his hand.

"Mm, you know what?" You'd start, hearing the small sigh of relief. "I'm actually feeling pretty tired right now, I think I might just go to sleep." You'd hear his soft whimpers over the phone, knowing he'd have to stop now.

"Mommy, please..."

"Good night, I love you." You'd say and hang up.

He was coming home tonight and you couldn't wait, you knew he couldn't either. As soon as he pulled up to the driveway you ran to the door.

The door opened and Slash practically fell onto you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you tight to him as his lips crashed around yours. He'd dropped his luggage and was whining into the kiss. You couldn't not laugh at his excitement.

You tried to pull away from he kept pulling you back for more. "Slash!" You giggled, he rolled his eyes and let you speak. "Why don't you go upstairs and I'll bring your luggage up?" He huffed but went anyway.

You waited for him to get most of the way up the stairs, watching him sulk away all pouty, before closing the door and bringing up his luggage.

You got through your bedroom door and saw Slash by the clothes hamper, a pair of your panties in his hand and pushed to his nose, in his other hand was his already leaky cock.

"Aw, couldn't even wait for me to get in the room, huh?" Slash spun around at your words and just shook his head. You made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and patting the spot next to you.

Slash hurried over, ridding himself of his flimsy button up and leather pants. He sat next to you, back against the headboard and you sat between his spread legs, his dick hitting his abdomen.

You took the panties from him, a black lace pair you'd been wearing on one of your late night calls, and brought it back to his face, pushing them into his mouth and he happily accepted the gag. "You want to cum?" He nodded, tears already forming in his eyes. "Show me how good you can be, then."

His breath hitched as you gently ran a finger along his length. Of course you weren't just going to give it to him, what fun would that be? No, tonight would be filled with just as much teasing as any other.

"Oh, aren't you my good boy?" You asked, pumping him at a painfully slow pace as you had been the past few minutes, watching every small reaction he had, how his chest slowly fell with a shaky breath leaving him.

He was barely holding back his tears at that point, pre leaking from his slit and onto your hand. "Looking all pretty like this, just for me." He gave a small nod. "Time to take these out and let you cum?" His eyes widened slightly just at the thought of you letting him cum. He nodded excitedly and you smiled at your pulled the wet panties from him, kissing his plump lips.

"Please, mommy, I-I've been s'good, I swear." He mumbled, hands clutching the sheets so tightly his knuckles lightened to stop from touching himself.

His whole body was twitching, especially his legs and you couldn't not pay them some attention, lightly grazing his inner thighs with your nails causing him to moan. "Such a good boy, so obedient." Tears were rolling down his cheeks, a wonky smile pulling at his lips.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, he gasped. Moans and whines left him in chains as you jerked him off at a much faster pace now. His heels dug into the mattress as he kicked, not wanting to cum until he was told he could.

"Please, can I- Can I cum inside, please?" He whined, hips helplessly bucking into your hand.

You shook your head at his request. "It'll feel good just like this, just do what I tell you to do." He whined at that. Your hand kept a steady rhythm, you watched the prominent vein up him pulsing and the rest of him twitched. You waited patiently for just the right time. "Such a good boy, huh? My good boy, can you cum for mommy?" Without a second thought he let everything go.

Moans ripped from him until he went silent, his head fell back and his jaw went slack, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His body completely melted into the bed as thick ropes of cum squirted onto his chest and stomach, his body quickly getting overstimulated as you continued to stroke him.

His chest fell with a heavy breath and his gaze came back to you. He looked down at himself, a thin layer of sweat coating him and far more cum on him than he'd expected. "Did I- Did I do good?" He asked, looking at you with expectant, wide teary eyes.

You nodded and moved closer to him. "You always do good." He smiled softly up at you, eyes struggling to stay open. You cupped his cheek with your hand, still cover in his mess. "Aw, are you tired?" He nodded, tiredly reaching for you. "You can sleep now but tomorrow it's my turn~" You mused and moved to sit beside him, wrapping your arms around him and letting him lean on you.