#mary x reader smut

[stagprongs]

behind every hot girl there is unhealthy, slightly concerning, spiritual connection to harry potter’s dead parents dead friend group

[joelswhcre]

────۶ৎ keeps you up all night

joel wakes up hard, again. and there’s no way he’s letting you sleep through it.

warnings: smut, cnc, somnophilia, rough sex, overstimulation, choking, breeding kink, praise & degradation, dirty talk.

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joel doesn’t let you sleep for long.

maybe an hour. maybe two.

just long enough for his cock to get hard again, already twitching against your ass before his brain even catches up. it’s instinct, now—his body waking up just from the feel of you against him, his cock already aching for another taste of your pussy, already desperate to fill you up all over again.

you’re still out, soft little breaths puffing against the pillow, your body warm and relaxed in his arms.

but your thighs are sticky, his cum still dripping from where he fucked it deep inside you not too long ago.

he groans softly, hand smoothing over your stomach, down to your hip, pulling you just a little closer, just enough for his cock to nestle right between your thighs, pressing up against your slick folds.

you let out a sleepy little sigh, shifting in his arms, and his grip tightens.

fuck, he can’t wait.

he fists his cock, rubbing the leaking tip through your folds, smearing the mess of his cum and your slick all over your cunt. he groans at the feel of it, at how fucking wet you still are for him.

he lines himself up and thrusts, pushing inside in one long, deep stroke, stretching you open all over again.

you whimper, your body stiffening as you’re jolted from sleep, your breath hitching in your throat.

“shh, baby,” joel rasps against your ear, his voice thick with sleep and lust. “just me, sweetheart. just need you again.”

you let out a soft little moan, your body relaxing, melting back against him, letting him take what he needs.

he groans, snapping his hips forward, slamming into you, deeper and rougher than before.

he’s not going slow this time.

no more teasing, no more lazy thrusts.

just fucking.

deep, hard, desperate.

his cock hits that sweet, sensitive spot inside you with every brutal thrust, making you whimper and squirm, your thighs trembling as he ruins you all over again.

“fuck—joel,” you gasp, fingers curling into the sheets, clinging onto anything as he pounds into you.

“jesus, baby,” he groans, his arm wrapping tight around your middle, holding you in place as he fucks you deeper, harder, filling you up over and over. “you feel so fuckin’ good—so fucking tight, baby—jesus christ—”

his breath is hot against your neck, rough and ragged as he fucks into you, each thrust driving his cock so deep you can feel him in your stomach. the lewd, wet sounds of your slick cunt taking him over and over mix with the steady rhythm of the rain outside, drowning out everything else.

he grips your hip, yanking you back against him, making sure you feel every thick inch, making sure you know exactly how fucking deep he is. his other hand slides up, pressing against your throat, just enough to tilt your head back, just enough to make you gasp.

“this what you wanted, huh?” he rasps against your ear, his voice wrecked, fucked-out. his fingers tighten just slightly, just enough to make your pulse jump beneath his grip. “wanted me to wake you up like this? take this sweet little pussy while you’re still all sleepy and soft for me?”

you whimper, your thighs trembling, your body already teetering on the edge, pleasure winding so tight it hurts.

“fuck, baby—” he groans, snapping his hips harder, chasing his own high, dragging you right to the edge with him. “gonna make you come, sweetheart. gonna make you squeeze my cock so fuckin’ tight—gonna fill you up again, yeah?”

his fingers slip down between your thighs, rubbing tight, desperate circles over your clit, and you snap, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes over you in waves.

your pussy clamps down so tight he growls, hips stuttering, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

“fuck—fuck—” his breath shudders, and then he’s spilling inside you, hot and thick, his cum flooding your pussy, dripping down your thighs as he keeps grinding into you, making sure you take every drop.

his forehead drops against the back of your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his fingers splaying over your belly, holding you close.

you’re trembling, still dazed, still breathless, and he smirks, pressing a lazy kiss against your shoulder.

“you ain’t done, sweetheart,” he murmurs, rolling his hips slow and deep, still so fucking hard inside you. “you can take it, can’t you?”

his teeth scrape against your skin, his grip tightening.

“gonna fuck you all night, baby.”

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[remuslupinlovebot]

marauders era p links (18+)

all links lead to p0rn !! watch at your own risk and do not watch in public

part 2 out now!

REGULUS BLACK

regulus fingering you in his dorm

regulus bouncing you on his cock

JAMES POTTER

riding james when he visits you for summer break

james celebrating a quidditch win

james absolutely devouring you as if you were his last meal on earth (this is the hottest video)

james teasing you while you’re wearing his hoodie

james stuffing you full and showing how much you mean to him

james eating his pretty girl out

SIRIUS BLACK

sirius making his girl feel good

showing sirius what a good girl you are

69’ing with sirius

sirius using his long fingers to make you cum

morning fucks with sirius

sirius fucking you at your house

REMUS LUPIN

remus fucking your face

remus fucking you in the bathroom before a full moon

riding professor lupin

getting extra credit with professor lupin

BARTY CROUCH JR

bouncing on bartys cock

barty fucking the LIFE out of you

MARLENE MCKINNON

marlene riding the life out of you

marlene making you look in the mirror as she destroys you

marlene fingering you till you’re shaking

making a sex tape with marlene

marlene eating you out

making out with marlene

LILY EVANS

fucking lily with a d!ldo

intimate but intense foreplay with lily

fucking lily in the common room

sucking mommy’s tits like a good girl

roommate lily helping you out

car sex with lily

thanking lily for date night by eating her out

lily sitting on your face <3

using mommy’s tits to cum

MARY MACDONALD

mary bringing you to heaven with her fingers

mary sending you a video while you’re on a work trip

home alone with mary

fucking mary after coming home to her all dolled up

making mary cum

eating mary out by the pool

DORCAS MEADOWES

eating dorcas out till she’s whimpering

(doesn’t really look like dorcas but it’s hot so whatever) devouring dorcas on the kitchen counter

giving dorcas special treatment after a night out

dorcas riding you

RANDOM

marlene eating lily out to give her a break from studying

pansy parkinson riding the genuine life out of you

pandora, dorcas and barty having fun when the dorms are empty

foreplay with lily and nb partner (not RLLY p0rṉ)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANY DON’T WORK!!

find part 2: here

[aurynsia]

Touch Tank

James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Your friends discover that you and James have finally done the deed…

Warnings: 18+ MATURE THEMES, oneshot, suggestive content, implied intimacy, virgin!james x virgin!reader, teasing, Sirius being Sirius, mild wolfstar content, reader is embarrassed about intimacy, and, of course, James Potter is good in bed.

Word count: 1.4K

Masterist

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James had pleaded for you to stay behind to study at Hogwarts during this week’s Hogsmeade trip, claiming he couldn’t pass his next exam without his pretty girlfriend by his side. You began working at James’ desk before moving to his floor…then to his bed.

He stared at you with pure longing as you transcribed notes from your textbook, his touch was soft against your shoulders as he kissed your skin. His attention had completely abandoned his own notes long ago, preferring to cover you in gentle kisses pressed to your back.

You couldn’t pretend to focus on your textbook any longer, closing it softly before sending it to the dorm room floor. You turned to face your breathless boyfriend, silently begging you with his big brown eyes.

The make out session that followed was more passionate than any other you two had shared, James gripping at your skin as he rocked his hips into yours.

“We can stop here if you want to,” he muttered breathlessly during a short break. The corners of your lips threatened to tilt into a flirtatious smirk as you softly pushed him backwards. James’ growing desperation was obvious, the boy grinning at you while flipping your bodies over, resting on top of you and making you squeal as his lips traveled down your exposed skin.

The events that followed left you naked and panting beneath his sheets, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze as your boyfriend nuzzled into your neck with a satisfied groan and a beaming smile.

He clutched your sides protectively, sighing as he pulled back to gaze at your flustered face, grinning at the result of his handy work. He kissed up and down your jaw, pausing for a second to admire the marks left by his desperate affection.

You were still reeling from the memory of moments ago, brain fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. I was sure the first time was meant to be bad… you thought to yourself. Finally, you noticed James’ lovesick gaze at your neck and collarbone, eyes wide as you realised what he was observing.

“Might have to cover these up before breakfast tomorrow, darling,” he smiled apologetically with sleep lacing his whispering voice, “I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry…” He nuzzled back into your neck with a bashful smile, drawing circles on your skin with his fingers.

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The next day was cold with the promise of impending rain, a perfect climate for inconspicuously slipping on a turtleneck under your uniform before leaving for breakfast with your roommates. You had always maintained a sense of privacy with James, reluctant to tell your friend group quite as much as they tell you about their romantic escapades.

Mary, Dorcas and Lily took their seats on one side of the Gryffindor table as you saved seats for the Marauders on the other. Breakfast was peaceful, the four of you making small talk and enjoying your food before the Great Hall doors opened to reveal the more obnoxious half of your group.

James was looking particularly confident, smiling wide with crinkled eyes and walking with a slight bounce in his step. The boys piled onto the bench next to you while James reached over your head to pluck a peach from the fruit bowl.

“Morning hot stuff,” James winked at you as he slid into the space between you and Sirius, lacing a hand along your back, around your torso and between your thighs. You glared at his cocky grin, face warming at the intimate contact. “What?” he whispered, feigning innocence, “my hands are cold.”

“Uh- Mary was just telling us about this muggle game,” you diverted, “what was it called again?” Mary lit up, returning to her rambling about a complicated board game involving houses and train stations.

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You were far gone by the time Mary caught the others up to speed, engrossed in the way James was breathing against your skin and holding you against his warm, muscular form.

He began to pull at your turtleneck ever so slightly, first at your stomach to rub soothing circles into your skin, then at your neck to peer at his masterpiece from the previous night. James pressed a soft kiss to the highest mark, causing you to shiver and stare intently at your breakfast to distract yourself.

By the time your boyfriend had removed himself from your skin, Mary had finished her explanation and all eyes were on the two of you.

Sirius furrowed his brows, gazing from James, to you, back to James, then to Remus. Remus watched your interaction curiously, eyes gliding down to where James’ hand met the inside of your upper thigh, a familiar symbol of lust he knew all too well from Sirius’ own actions under the table. The girls across from you glanced at each other, then at Peter, before Dorcas completed the circle of confused looks as she stared at Sirius, who finally broke the silence.

“So, Prongs…get much study done while we were out yesterday?” James’ lustful grin faltered as he finally acknowledged your friends’ presence for the first time that morning, turning away from you and towards his roommate.

“Uh- yeah, yeah we did actually! Totally prepared for the exam, Minnie will be praising me,” he pulled one of his hands away from your skin to the back of his neck, scratching in an awkward display of nervousness. His other hand traveled down your leg to rest on your knee, a far more common sight for the two of you. Sirius wasn’t convinced.

“Uh huh…and what’s that exam on again?” He smirked, looking you up and down as you gulped under his glare, “Anatomy?”

Dorcas choked on a laugh, dribbling juice in the process while the others muffled their amusement with their hands. James bit his lip, wincing at the realisation that he had been far too obvious with his intimate affection.

He turned back to you, seeing the bright red hue of your face and the embarrassed downturn of your head. He threw his arm around your middle in confident comfort. Your eyes were glued to a single berry on the edge of your plate.

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Your friends had released a long series of sounds of amusement, cheering in celebration at their recent discovery. “With the way James talks about you, love, I’m surprised he didn’t jump you on the first date!” Sirius cackled, causing James to crack a sympathetic smile in your direction before nuzzling into your neck once again.

“I think this makes us the most experienced group in the school now that you two lovesick dogs, have…you know…” Lily trailed off, “Wait, we are talking about these two losing their v-“

“Obviously!”

James had fully phased out the conversation, getting intoxicated on your scent as his held you close with eyes closed in satisfaction. You were warming up to the conversation now, brushing James’ mess of hair away from his mouth as you giggled at the excitement that erupted from your section of the table.

“So,” Sirius continued, leaning over to you with an obnoxiously loud whisper, “is Prongs good in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Sirius,” James whined, sitting up in the process, “don’t push her- wait, what did you say?” He spun around to face you with wide eyes as you smirked back at him. You were already knee deep in this conversation, it couldn’t hurt to boost your boyfriend’s ego and satisfy his recently discovered lust for praise.

“He’s amazing, in fact…boys, why don’t you go on another secret trip to Hogsmeade tonight? I’m sure you’ve already run out of chocolate, and James could probably do with a room to himself…” you teased in the direction of the remaining Marauders before spotting James’ glossy eyes and parted lips in your peripheral.

He clung tighter to your middle as Peter gazed at you with a confused frown. “But we went yesterday, we still have a lot of-“ he glanced at the others, all adorning knowing smirks. “Ohhhh…yeah, yeah we can do that.”

James turned to Peter with a bashful smile, mouthing a thank you that made the group burst out laughing once again.

Finally remembering their breakfast, your companions returned to cleaning their plates as James continued consuming his, kissing you along your jaw and resisting the urge to line you up on the table then and there. He bit into his peach suggestively, batting his lashes at you.

“No more PDA at the table, Jamie.”

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[hihomeghere]

Fakin' it | Arthur Morgan/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track? Warnings/Tags : Enemies to lovers <3, unprotected piv sex, guns, cursing, reader has female gentailia, fingering, one bed, fake marriage

Of course the job that went bad had to be with Arthur. Why Dutch had put you two together was beyond you. Everyone around the gang knew that it was volatile anytime you two were together. But, you were cunning, quick minded in a pinch. Arthur was strong, easily able to take down a man twice his size, not that someone of that caliber came along often. To put it simply, you were the brains, he was the brawn. As much as you hated to admit, you made a good team on jobs. This time however, a simple robbery had turned into dozens of O’driscolls around every corner. You two had barely made it into a hotel unscathed. 

“One room.” Arthur said, setting down some coins on the table top as you watched the door. Your hand resting against your gun in your dress pocket.

“Name?” The man asked with a smile.

“Callahan.” Arthur said looking back at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” He said, turning back to the clerk. You heard footsteps outside of the hotel, you turned quickly grabbing Arthur’s arm.

“Sweetheart.” You cooed, internally cringing as you called him by that name. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Come on.” You said with a nervous smile.

“We’re newlyweds, a bit excited if you can’t tell.” He chuckled, turning back to the clerk, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Of course.” The clerk said with a knowing smile, you wanted to barf as Arthur squeezed your waist. “Up the stairs to the left.” He said, handing Arthur a key.

“Much appreciated.” Arthur said his hand on the small of your back as you two climbed the stairs. As soon as you turned the corner you nearly ran to the door, Arthur slid the key in the lock and turned it, ushering you inside. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he was locking it just as fast. 

Once you got in the room you moved away from Arthur’s side, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room. One bed, of course, you two were acting as a couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to look at Arthur. 

“Less eyes on us if we’re a couple, not cause I wanna play house with you.” He said with a grunt, barely raising his head to look at you. He walked over to the bed, moving to take his boots off.

“Less eyes.” You scoffed, looking around the room, walking over to the window. You pulled the blinds back, peeking out to the streets below. 

“The hell you think you're doing?” Arthur hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Looking.” You said glaring up at him. “Is that a crime?”

“Do you want to give away our position?” He growled, his eyes dark.

“I think it’s pretty damn clear we’re in one of these shops, now we have to wait it out until they’re gone.” You said pulling away your arm from his grasp. He let out a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked away from you.

“How many are out there?” He asked, holding his hat as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, maybe a dozen?” You said crossing your arms.

“Dutch said to keep a low profile,” He muttered to himself, “We can’t go out there guns blazing.” He said, setting his hat down on the bedside table. 

“That’s obvious.” You said, shaking your head. He scoffed, looking up at you.

“Are you trying to piss me off, or is that just one of your special talents?” Arthur said glaring at you.

“Oh I have lots of talents.” You say, stepping closer a scowl on your face. 

“If only one of them was keeping your mouth shut.” He growled. 

“God, what is your problem?” You huff looking away from him.

“My problem?” He scoffs getting up from the bed. “You’re my problem." He said, his chest almost touching yours as you looked up at him.

“Feelings mutual.” You huff, glaring up at him. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as you walked away from him. 

“We’re gonna have to wait it out.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The hell are we gonna do?” You asked throwing your hands up. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take advantage of this bed.” He said laying back down on the bed, placing his hat over his face. You bit your cheek looking at him as he crossed his legs. He did have a point, the bed looked a whole lot softer than your cot back at camp. You mulled it over for a second before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You unlaced your boots, laying back on the bed. Your eyes quickly drew heavy, the adrenaline of the chase finally wearing off. 

The sun was setting when you woke up, the light slowly disappearing behind the horizon. The room was quiet except for Arthur’s breathing. You sat up in bed, looking over at him. His hat had fallen off his face when he rolled over sometime during his sleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It’s at this moment you really appreciate how beautiful Arthur truly is. The bridge of his nose is high, broken one too many times. His plump lips parted slightly, like two petals. His sandy brown hair falling over his forehead. 

You wanted to reach out and move it out of his face, but thought better of it. You didn’t want to disturb him and it wasn’t often that you saw him without a furrowed brow. 

Just as you were laying back down you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs. By your guess, four, maybe five men. You sit up quietly, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage. Arthur sprang up in bed as soon as they kicked open the first door. They must have turned right when they went up the stairs. The yell of shock sounded farther down the hall. He turned to you, his eyes wide. He reached for his gun belt on the floor but you stopped him. Your brain was running through all the situations. Four or five men, sure you and Arthur could take them, but that’s not exactly a low profile. 

Against your better judgment you picked the solution with the least amount of bloodshed. You swung your leg over Arthur’s waist.

“The hell are you doing-“ Arthur hissed before you covered his mouth with your hand. Your fingers started working on the buttons of your blouse as you rolled your hips forward. Arthur looked up at you with a wide eyed expression, his bright eyes frantically moving between his gun belt on the floor and the door. His stubble lightly scratched your palm as you held your hand over his mouth, his plump lips almost kissing your palm.

You forced a high pitched moan as you moved your hips faster on the bed, the bedframe hitting the wall. Creating the illusion you two were having sex.

The gears slowly started to turn in Arthur’s mind, his hands gripping your hips as he propelled you faster. The bedframe was now rocking against the wall, as you pulled your arms out of your blouse, leaving your chest bare. Your nipples hardened from the cold air as goosebumps sprung up on your skin. Arthur’s eyes were closed as he turned his head, forcing a low groan. Although you knew his groans were fake, the way his body reacted to your touch was more than real. You kept up with your moans, trying to put on a good enough show.

The door was soon forced open, as two O’Driscolls entered  the room with their guns raised. You scream, Arthur is quick to pull your chest down to his. You were pressed tight against him, his warm hands keeping you flush against him, all of him. His work shirt rubs against your nipples in such a fucking delicious way, it doesn’t help tbe adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t see anything, your head buried into Arthur’s neck, his stubble now rubbing against your cheek.

“Get the hell out of here!” Arthur yells, hidden by your upper half.

One of them clears their throat before exiting the room, closing the door behind them. You hold your breath waiting for their footsteps to retreat down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief as they meet back up with the other men, walking down the stairs.

Hesitantly Arthur moves his hands off your back, you sit up covering your breasts with your arms. Arthur, however, was staring up towards the ceiling. His jaw clenched as he avoided looking at you.

You moved off of his waist, grabbing your blouse before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You buttoned it up, swallowing thickly as Arthur cleared his throat. 

“Now uh-“ Arthur said letting out a sigh, “I want you to know that I didn’t see nothin’.” The bed whines slightly as he stands up. 

“I know you felt something.” You said, shaking your head as you blush from head to toe. 

“Now-“ Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair as you turned to face him, his eyes flicking around the room before settling at your feet as he held up his hand. “We can just pretend this never happened, it was a matter of life and death.”

“I understand that.” You looked at him, fully looked at him. His gaze was low, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cheeks flushed. God, he looks wrecked.

Your eyes trailed over his body as he stood there, his hand on his hip as he popped his knee out. Your eyes moved down further, almost popping out of your head as you see how painfully hard he is pressed against his pants. 

“Are you-“ The words fall out of your mouth before you can think to stop them.

“Jesus.” Arthur sighed looking down, his hand rubbing his eyebrows.

“You are.” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth as your eyes trailed up and down his body. You felt heat begin to spread between your thighs as he met your eyes. Your heart is still pounding against your rib cage from the encounter with the O’Driscolls. 

“I’m-“ He started throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry, alright but you can’t expect me- I’m only a man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Nothing to be ashamed-“ He cut you off, shaking his head, “There is plenty to be ashamed of, I shouldn’t be getting so… so worked up over you.” He said motioning to you. You couldn’t help that you were also getting worked up, you subtly rubbed your thighs together. Trying to get any friction where you needed it most. Heat bloomed in your stomach as the tension in the room only got worse. He furrowed his brows, studying you.

“Wait,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “You feel it too.” He said, crossing his arms.

You scoffed, looking off to the side. “You wish.” You said, hating the slight tremor in your voice. Arthur strode across the room, stopping in front of you. He reached towards you, tilting your chin so you would have to look at him. 

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said softly, his other arm encircling your waist pulling you flush against him. You stayed silent, looking up into his blue eyes. Slowly a smirk worked its way onto his face, “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, cupping your cheek. He leaned forward brushing his nose against yours. Giving you the option to pull away if you wanted, his eyes softening as he looked into yours. You took the plunge, capturing his lips against your own as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

A groan rumbled through his chest as his hand tightened around your waist. You felt dizzy as his lips moved against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing his access as he pressed into you deeper. He rubbed himself against you, his hips pressed against your lower belly. 

You pulled away, breathing hard as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his mouth parted slightly as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You unbuttoned your blouse for the second time, just as feverishly as the first time, but now for a completely different reason. Arthur followed your lead, pushing his own suspenders down, his skillful fingers unbuttoning his own shirt. His eyes returned to your body as he ripped his shirt off of his shoulders, settling onto your breasts. He stared down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. He closed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other kneaded your breast. You let out a soft gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as he ran his thumb over your perk nipple. 

“Arthur.” He stared down at you, his eyes darkening as he watched you shiver against him. He flipped you around, his hand pressing you down onto the bed. His other hand flipped your skirts up, before pulling down your underclothes. He let out a soft groan as his eyes connected with your almost dripping pussy.

“This all for me?” He cooed, swiping his finger through your folds. You gasped, nodding as your hands gripped the quilt. 

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes all for you.”

“Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he sunk a finger into your heat. You gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger inside of you. He leaned over you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said nibbling on your earlobe. Your breath hitched in your throat as he added another finger, scissoring them inside your walls.

“Fuck Arthur.” You melwed, pressing your forehead against the slightly scratchy quilt underneath you. “I need you.” You huffed, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“I’m gettin’ there.” He chuckled, pulling his finger out of you, you sighed at the loss. You could hear the rustling of clothing behind you, the distinctive metal on metal as you pulled off his belt. His warm calloused hands ran up your backside, gently spreading you before the head of his cock met your entrance. 

Jesus Christ he was big. 

He spit into his palm, pulling away as he spread his spit over the head of his cock. 

“What the hell is taking so long?” You asked impatiently, turning your head to look at him. His eyes met yours, a wicked grin on his face as he forcefully shoved his cock through your folds. It was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you were propelled forward onto the bed. His hands pulled your hips back and speared you onto his dick. 

“Arthur!” You yelped, your fingers gripping the quilt as he thrust his pelvis flush to yours. 

“Christ woman.” He groaned, laying his forehead against your bare back. You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you. “You sound even better when you ain’t faking it.” You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest more than you can hear it as he speaks. 

“Arthur, Jesus." You pant, almost drooling over the way his cock hits that spot inside you over and over again. 

“Mmm.” He moans, tight lipped as he tilts his head back. You push back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts “Yeah, atta girl.” His praise only spurred you on, your thighs shaking as you pushed your ass against his pelvis. “You close?” He whispered, his warm hand moving down your thigh between your legs. His thumb circling your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You were grateful your upper half was supported by the plush bed as your legs gave out under you. A high pitched moan worked its way out of your chest as you all but collapsed on the bed. Your walls fluttered around him, milking his cock. 

“Shit.” He panted his breath fanning on your back as his forearms caged you in, his hips stuttering as he released his seed inside you. He groaned, resting his forehead against your back as he collapsed on you. His sweaty chest sticking against your back. He pulled out of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He whispered. 

“S’okay.” You said breathing hard, his cum seeping down your thighs. He kissed down your spine, his hand lovingly squeezing your hips. 

He grabbed a towel from the dresser, cleaning your thighs off. 

“Who would have thought you’d known about aftercare.” You chuckle softly, your heart rate slowly coming back to normal.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He huffs, a small smirk on his face as he tucked himself back into his pants. He reached down, pulling your bloomers back up over your hips. 

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, grabbing your blouse as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan.” He smirked walking towards you, buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of you. You rolled your eyes, buttoning your blouse. He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He said, his hand trailing down your jaw. 

“Alright, fine. Mr. Callahan.” You huffed, a blush covering your cheeks as you rested your hands against his broad chest. 

“Next time,” He tightened his grip on your hips, his lips against your ear, “You’re riding me.”

[charlotteking23]

The Aristocats

── . ✦ Max Verstappen x reader

── . ✦ Summary: The coquette cats or you like to call them cat-quettes 🎀

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Sitting on top of your messy vanity was a couple of pink ribbons surrounded by your makeup and other essentials. You bought it for a special occasion, sadly they were not all for you.

You'd smile cheeky, thinking of the reason for all these ribbons. Heading to the living rooms, you heard many meows coming from your cats innocently playing around.

Your precious Sassy was the first to notice you. She loved to hang out with, whether it's sitting on your lap while you put your makeup on or just cuddle of your bed near you.

Wherever you were, Sassy was not far behind. As your boyfriend always says Sassy was definitely a momma girl through and through.

Meeting Max was everything you ever dreamed of and more. Although in the beginning he was a little hesitant on you matting his cats. But in the end it started a whole new bond between each other.

Sassy was the first to warm up to you. But Jimmy was a little more standoff-ish.

You watched as Sassy saw you from her nap pillow, immediately walking towards nuzzling her head on your leg, lightly purring.

Jimmy saw his sister leave towards you, but after a second he went back to playing. Jimmy was more fond of his dad, like Sassy, he was always with Max.

When Max was not off racing and winning trophies, he would be cuddling you while watching a movie of your choice, most of the time it was Rom-com.

But as life would have it, a certain needy cat would practically beg for his father's attention. Basking in his love, that Max would never be opposed to, even if he was interrupting movie night.

You glanced around seeing your last cat sitting up while watching the movie Aristocats. Which happens to be your favorite Disney movie of all times.

So it was a dream come true when you and Max decided to get another cat. A white fur kitten, who was absolutely dazzling with her big pink bow around her collar and another on the top of her. Although not at this moment does she have one..for other reasons.

Marie was her name after the Aristocats, fitting because she completely adores the kitten Marie.

You gently picked up Sassy from the ground before placing her on the kitchen island chairs. Sassy was found over the softness of the chair, putting her tail around in sleep. Oh your sleepy girl, You grabbed a little fur on top of Sassy head before tying a ribbon in the shape of a bow.

"You look so pretty", you squealed in delight holding Sassy up in the air.

You look over at Jimmy who was peacefully playing, before grabbing him. Placing him on the chair next to Sassy.

"Stop fighting me Jimmy, You will look like a gentleman". You pleaded with Jimmy but he only hissed, clawing out at you.

You tried putting the ribbon in Jimmy's hair in desperation. "Stay still", You whined before finally placing the bow on his neck.

"You can give me the side eye all you want but you're wearing the bow no matter what", You pointed out in frustration at Jimmy.

You glanced back at Sassy for two seconds before seeing a bow on the ground, "Oh, do not give me that look Jimmy, I know this bow is yours". You held the bow up from the ground tying it back into Jimmy fur on his neck.

Again not even a second later the bow was next to Jimmy not on his neck. "Look Jimmy, you need this bow to stay on your neck so you look like a gentleman".

"Alright this will stay on", you made sure to tighten the bow on his neck but not too much to hurt him, but making sure this is the last time it comes off.

You swore you turned your back for one second...NOT EVEN a second and his bow was laying on the floor again.

It was an ongoing battle with Jimmy, You don't understand how he was able to take it off so easily. It's not like he took his paws and gently took it off of his neck.

Finally after putting on the bow around his neck and not looking away from him without blinking for a minute, you concluded that the bow shall stay around his neck. Jimmy was not too happy about it, whining in his meows.

"Look at Sassy, you don't see her complaining", You pointed at Sassy who was napping still on the chair. Jimmy only looked at her for a second before leaving in an annoyance.

Gosh that made you feel like a parent, who's scolding their trouble making child. I mean Jimmy is way more Sassy than Sassy herself...and her name is literally Sassy.

Finally you took your precious little Marie, hugging her cute little body as she continues to watch her movie. Gently taking her to the chair Jimmy previously sat on.

Marie held her head up high seeing the pink ribbon, gently fluffing up her fur for you.

You put the ribbon around her fur on her head before turning it into a bow, it was easy now after watching so many tutorials of turning ribbons into bows.

you fluff up her bow on her neck adoring the classic Marie look on your kitten.

"And done", you quickly scanned all three of your cats making sure they all looked perfect and all their bows were still on.

"That was easy", you glanced at your cats but Jimmy gave you that look as if he was saying 'yeah right'. You're just gonna pretend this took you like 2 minutes and not an hour.

You set the cats in a line for the photoshoots squealing in how utterly adorable they were looking.

"Give me more...Yes my darlings more!", directing the calls as if you knew what you were doing. Putting the cats in different positions even some solo shots.

The cats only gave a blank look but you knew deep down they were having the time of their lives. Except Marie that kitten was strutting her stuff like a little pageant kitty.

You heard the door of the apartment swing home..indicating Max was home from his usual workout.

I mean who else could it be, a stranger coming in to see a cat photo shoot.

You heard the sound of steps that came closer to living room, before a abrupt stop.

Max cautiously step closer afraid of what he was seeing, "What the fuck", was all that came out. Of course the only phrase Max had said happened to be a curse word.

"Hey Max", you smiled innocently like nothing was out of the ordinary. He smiled awkwardly back, before repeating a few more curse words in surprise.

"excuse me sir, but please refrain from using any bad words In front of our children", You spoke sternly, also trying to get the perfect picture of the 'Cat Pyramid'.

One of the true wonders of the world also the cutest by far.

You stood up gently placing the camera on a desk, out of reach from the cats before walking towards Max. You held something out to him, "What is this?", Max asked in confusion.

"Here let me help you with it, Baby".

There you were posing like a family, Sassy was on the left sitting up with a bow on her head, Jimmy a true gentleman with a bow around his neck sitting up on the right. And of course little Marie with a pink bow on her neck and head right in the middle between the other cats.

Behind the little cats were their parents, You wore a classy pink dress with a bow on top of your hair sitting ever so perfectly.

And Max looked like a gentleman with the bow around his neck and was freshly showered and groomed after the gym.

He fake a smiled, his eyes filled with terror of the trauma he had to endured of wearing this bow and the nagging of you telling to wear something presentable and not something of red bull merch.

Can you blame yourself it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

"Everyone better be smiling", you demanded while smiling sweetly in the camera.

[pimpnchips]

Daddy’s Girl

Lorraine Day x G!p Reader

Daddy’s Girl Series

PS: The concept is from my old wattpad stories so I'm restarting the series

Warnings: Oral sex, blowjobs, language

A heavy silence enveloped the truck as you exhaled deeply, the sound echoing in the stillness.

Lorraine crossed her arms and looked out the truck window; her expression was unreadable.

You started to apologize, but Lorraine saw your reflection in the window. “Save it,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as you smacked your teeth.

Raine was upset with your behavior toward her father. You never got along with him, so you tried to provoke him whenever he was around.

Unexpectedly, Lorraine’s mom invited you to dinner. You greeted everyone with a warm welcome, stopping to scowl at Mr. Day in disgust.

“Mr. Day” you said, in a forced smile.

He curled his lip in a snarl and whispered, "Butch."

“Oh, come on you two, hug one another. Let’s start a new leaf, shall we?” Mrs. Day smiled. The nice lady always tried her best to encourage the two of you to get along.

You couldn’t help but smirk at her father, reaching your arms around him to give him a hug.

“This butch is fucking your daughter so never forget that.” you whispered, making sure your girlfriend or her mother didn’t hear.

“What a nice hug, old man, yeah?” You laughed and patted his back, then walked away shaking your head.

‘Old fuck’ you laughed.

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You spent an hour chatting and laughing with your girlfriend and her mother, despite her father's disapproving glares. "Don’t you have a home to get to?" he asked, directing his gaze at you. You shrugged it off and refocused on your girlfriend.

It was a lovely dinner, and your priority was to keep Lorraine happy, so you did your best to behave. She looked at you with a smile of approval. Leaning closer, you whispered seductively, “After this, I can take you back to my house.”

Loraine felt shivers go down her spine as anticipation filled her stomach. She bit down on your earlobe when her parents were distracted, “I don’t think I can wait, baby. Meet me outside, would you?”

With a deep breath, you rose from your chair and declared, "Alright, ladies, I’m stepping out for a quick smoke. Need a moment to clear my head."

A hand grabs your sleeve. “I’m going with her; we’ll be back,” Lorraine rushes, scooting back in her chair to leave the table.

Lorraine walked out with you, rubbing her hands down your pants as she looked up at you and bit her lip. “I miss you daddy” she whimpered. Her eyes pleaded for you. She grabbed your buckle to pull you closer.

“Are you feeling impatient?” you whisper softly in her ear.

Lorraine rolls her eyes and bites her bottom lip. “I’m feeling something, and if you don’t help me, I might find someone else to suck off,” she muttered. She looked up at you with doe eyes, kneeling down on her knees to unbuckle your pants.

The rattling sound of your buckle heightened your anticipation. You loved her when she was this needy and wanting you. It was beautiful and enticing to you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you whispered. “Always taking my cock like a good gir-” you cut off with a soft groan. Throwing your head back as she pressed her warm lips to the tip, squeezing your balls as she licked down a long strip of your shaft. “Fuck”

Lorraine bobbed her head up and down. Watching her cheeks suck in as she took your cock in her mouth caused you to shudder, her eyes lidded and seductive.

She took in as much as she could until the tip of your cock hit the back of throat, making her moan in surprise, sending wave of vibrations in you. “Just like that sweet girl,” you breathed, voice quivering.

She simply hummed in response, vibrations running down your shaft and making you twitch, eyes innocent and wide-eyed.

You can't stop yourself from coming down her throat, the warm white liquid filling her mouth as your hips stuttering as you empty into her.

The sound of the front porch creaking caught Lorraine's attention as she noticed a pair of scruffy black boots. She tapped your thigh, signaling for you to let her go, but you were too engrossed in your orgasm to notice her pleas.

Lorraine's dad stormed to the front door, his heart racing as he caught sight of the chaos unfolding. “Lorraine Day! What in the world are you doing, for crying out loud?”

You quickly snapped out of your orgasm as you heard Lorraine's father’s stern voice. “Get up, baby,” you smirked, putting your pants back on as you stared at her father with a foolish expression.

Lorraine’s dad glared at you while you were instructing his daughter. He firmly grasped Lorraine’s arm as she stood up and said in a low voice, “Go in the house.” His anger was noticeable as he locked eyes with you, making it clear that he was not pleased.

You laughed, “She’s not going anywhere. Get in the car, Lorraine,” as you started to walk off towards the truck.

“Dad, I’ll come back tomorrow,” Lorraine mutters awkwardly, hugging him as she walks behind you.

Lorraine jumped as you slammed the car door.

You started the car as your girlfriend jumped in, backing out of the driveway and onto the road. A silence hung in the air until she cleared her throat to get your attention.

“I know you heard him before I saw him," she said, her voice tinged with irritation as she crossed her arms, clearly showing her frustration. You shook your head and laughed, "I don't know what you mean, sweet pea.”

She turned to you firmly. “That’s ridiculous. Your ego is getting in the way, and it’s going to make him see me in a different way!” her accent coming out stronger than before.

“Grow the fuck up, Lorraine, you don’t need Daddy’s approval to give a fucking blowjob!” you spat, speeding up the car to piss her off.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and shot a defiant glare. "Seriously, Y/n, let me out of here!"

“What? No way,” you stated, disbelief lacing your voice.

Lorraine pushed the side of your face, causing you to look back at her with disapproval. "I’m fucking driving!"

“Stop the car!” she shouted, her urgency noticeable as she seized the wheel. The vehicle swerved dangerously, tires screeching against the sidewalk, forcing you to slam on the brakes.

You watched your girlfriend open the door and slam it before walking along the side of the road toward her father’s house. You rolled down the window and said, "Baby, come on, get in the car. I'm sorry."

Lorraine ignored your demands as she crossed her arms.

"I shouldn't have done that; it was a reckless move and I apologize," you shouted out of the window, with half of your body hanging out of the car. The wind blew your hair back as she paused and started walking toward the car.

As she settled into the car, you started to apologize. However, Lorraine saw your reflection in the window and muttered, “Save it,” rolling her eyes as you clicked your teeth.

[simonz-angel]

LOVE YOUR WRITING 😝😝‼️

can we get simon fluff please?? 🙏

purely sfw, like how he’d cheer you up after a bad day. some hugs, kisses, cuddles, jokes, tickles, etc. etc. 💜

hii lil nonnie!! i hope i did this justice… dunno if you noticed but i typically don’t lean towards the sweet stuff. anyways please lemme know if you love this or not (or anyone plz guys) i put some real love into this just for you sweet pie ♡♡♡

❥ simon… the big, broody man? nah, he’s an absolute ball of fluff, of candy-like sweetness that melts into you with every touch, soul binding to yours with every sweet kiss, every sweet moment.

❥ he’d be one to kiss you every step through the door, it was like he couldn’t get enough. could never memorize the softness of your lips, the hesitation in your touch, unsure if he’s hurt. it was dizzying every time, his thin, cracked lips simply pressed against yours had worlds colliding, his world splitting open.

❥ and he’s the type to crack his eyes open right when the suns rising, feet padding their way to kitchen to get a roast heated. and you’d soon be behind him, in one of his big t-shirts, hair tousled, eye brows scrunched and pouting up at him. god, it was a sight every morning, and gah it had him soaring, depths into the heavens to know he had you beside him.

❥ he loved how when he barged through the door bloody and battered he had someone to lean on. you’d be rushing over, pressing your lips to his cheek then to his before you’re guiding him to the bathroom. your gentle heart is what he fell in love with, the way you’d care so deeply and the way your warmth could mute any pain in these worlds.

❥ he hated how he succumbed so deeply to every desire of yours, but when you’d beg for five more minutes in bed, he’d sigh softly and grip you tighter, pulling you further into him. sitting warm beneath the sheets, limbs tangled as your inhales matched rhythm and your exhales combined, dancing around.

❥ or when you’d convince him for late night snuggles up on the couch, pleading with a “the movies almost over, please si?” and he could never reject your glowing eyes, your lips pulled so downward your cheeks begin to dimple. it’d always end with you asleep against the soft beat of his heart, a lullaby truly. and he’d have to pick you up bring you up to your bedroom.

❥ he’s one to admire audibly. whispering sweet things for only your being to hear, voice so soft it barely touches the air. mumbling at how your so perfect, so beautiful, the best thing life has granted for him. he’d go through lives n lives of hardships if it meant he had you waiting for him.

❥ he’s one to crack jokes to see your pretty teeth sparkle when your lips pull into the most shattering smiles he’s ever seen. it was mesmerizing every fuckin’ time, watching you giggle and shoo at him as your cheeks flushed and your lungs hiccuped for a deep breath.

❥ n when you wouldn’t smile, when you’d brush him off with a tired eyes a droop to that memorable smile, his heart would fail. and he’d sit you down, fingers dancing along your scalp to feel your soft breaths against his chest. he’d let you speak your mind, not interrupting, purely listening to how horrible your day went.

❥ and when it came to cheering you up he knew just how. he had methods, late walks, skin to skin, a movie, a warm filling meal. or simply the best jokes and the sweetest sarcasm that had your eyes rolling and cheeks balling in a smile.

❥ it was easy to see simon as some sort of monster, a fearful man born without an ounce of empathy. but when he meant you, that all seemed to crumble down, as he began to trust, when his heart began to pump wildly every time your name touched his ears, you were his forever.

[rougepancake]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 that know how to treat a woman. You know this isn’t their first rodeo, and it’s clear it won’t be their last. They put your pleasure above their own, making it their goal to tease you until you cry.

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 that make sure your neighbors can hear you. They have no shame when it comes to making you feel good, or making you loud.

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 that whisper “it’s okay baby” while they go down on you. Their thrusts are harsh, but their kisses aren’t, and they make sure to talk you through the whole thing.

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍 who have you calling them back because you know no one else can do you as well as they can.

Welt Yang, Old Joseph Joestar, Pt. 6 Jotaro Kujo, Endeavor, Shinjuro Rengoku, Zhongli

[wol-fica]

dom tara x sub g!p reader + orgasm denial 🥺

pairings - taracarpenter x g!p reader

warnings - smut, flesh light, sassy!tara, cursing

an - old request ^, in the mood for some short n sweet drabbles (hehe get it?)

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You whimpered pathetically, digging your nails into the mattress while your girlfriend fucked you with her favorite method of torture.

A fleshlight.

You were propped up against the head board, Tara situated backwards in your lap while she pushed the toy up and down on your stiff cock. Each sound that left your mouth was spurring her on, her strokes becoming more intense with each moan you produced.

“So pretty baby.” She cooed, turning the vibrations up a few notches, “Are you close again?”

You whined, thighs shaking from your impending orgasm. You had already came five times that night since Tara got the toy, and she was unrelenting with her assault, so you had been overstimulated for the past hour.

The fleshlight bobbed up and down your veiny length, its rubber walls warm and wet as you struggled to hold your release at bay. Tara hummed at your predicament, turning the vibrations up yet again and singing a small tune to herself while you babbled incoherently.

“Not yet.” She said when your toes began to curl, “I didn’t say you could.”

You cried out her name in frustration, hips wiggling in discomfort from the overwhelming sensation you were experiencing. Every time she pulled the toy up your length, it would form a suction that pleasantly squeezed your tip before slamming all the way back down again.

Tara knew what made you tick, and it was brutal.

“God I love your cock.” She murmured to herself, letting the toy suck at your tip while she stroked your thick shaft, “All mine too.”

You moaned in response to her words, eyes rolling backwards as your orgasm hit you. Curse words tumbled out of your mouth, your hips bucking pathetically as your load spewed into the fleshlight.

“Hm.” Tara noted, turning around in your lap, “Did I give you permission to cum?”

You gulped, a cheeky grin forming on your face, “Um…no-.”

Her hand slid around your neck, swiftly choking you and cutting off your airway. She reached behind her and turned the vibration setting all the way up before pushing the toy all the way back down to the base of your cock. You gritted your teeth, unable to keep up with the new and fast pleasure you were receiving.

“I think you meant to say something else.” She corrected, pushing her breasts up against your face, “Isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes mommy.” You whined back, rutting your hips desperately.

“That’s a good girl.”

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:D

[kiatheinsomniac]

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The tavern is a joyous place tonight. Captain Kenway and his crew upon the Jackdaw have recently come into a significant sum of wealth – stolen from the Spanish navy – and, once repairs are done and shares dealt out, what does a pirate want more than alcohol and women? 

The tavern is particularly busy with merry crewmates, many of whom have a drink in their hand and a whore on their lap who’s smiling because she knows she’s to be paid well tonight. There’s music, song, dance, cheers and (your favourite) Captain Kenway has bought a round of drinks for everyone and so the alcohol sliding down your throat is free and somehow that makes it taste all the better upon your tongue. 

But your eyes aren’t on the drinking games or the dances or the little band of musicians who have come along, no, your eyes are on Mary. Well, technically your eyes are on James as your lover is all dressed up in her masculine disguise but James and Mary have only a veil-like line to separate them in your opinion. Regardless of how your lover dresses or what they call themselves, they are the keeper of your heart and that’s all that truly matters to you. James is the rough-around-the-edges gentleman who’s swept you off your feet and no woman can get his loyalty to sway no matter how desperately she tries, fruitlessly employing every act of seduction in her attempts. Mary is your secret treasure, she’s your privilege to know, to love. She’s all yours and you endeavour to remind her of how much you appreciate being trusted enough to know her for her hidden identity. 

But the alcohol heating your throat and belly is quickly swaying your desires and you can’t tear your gaze from her rich, tanned skin, the scars on her face that you adore kissing, her lean but strong body. You love the way that it can give you a real challenge against her strength but also how you can pin her down if you really put your mind to it (or play dirty). 

James slides a little closer to you and coils his arm around your waist as he props his chin on your shoulder and flashes you a laddish grin, alcohol as much in his breath as it is yours. 

“You look bloody radiant tonight, Alice.” He bites his lip to try and quell the smile that’s stretching across his face as he reaches up to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, pausing to stroke your cheek with the backs of his calloused fingers. You smile softly at your lover’s compliment and lean in to kiss his smiling mouth. 

His deft fingers are soon tangling into the very curls that he just tucked behind your ear and your lips meld together with the sweet, warm taste of alcohol upon your tongues. You feel James’ other hand reach down and squeeze your thigh, loving how soft and pillowy it is but also strong enough that he knows (from experience) that they could easily suffocate him. Sometimes he really thinks it’s the ideal way to go out when he listens to your sweet moans and whimpers as you desperately rock your hips against your lover’s face to chase down an orgasm that’ll leave you a trembling, pliant pretty mess. 

James catches your bottom lip between his teeth and playfully tugs at it as his hand sneaks up your thigh. There are more than enough men and women making out around the tavern for anyone to even bat an eye at the two of you but that doesn’t stop the little sound of surprise that is torn from your throat when James’ hand creeps up past the height of your boots until his fingers ghost over the ties at the front of your trousers. 

You reach down to hold his hand, slowing him down but not entirely stopping him as his tongue slides against yours and he leans down over you more. Your fingers lace through his as his hand in your hair slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place so that you’re not able to pull away until he’s had his fill of your kisses. James always kisses you in such a passionate way that it feels like a first kiss after not seeing each other for so long; they’re always new and fresh and exciting in a way you can never grow tired of. 

He pulls away and casts a quick glance over his shoulder as he lets go of your hand. Everyone is either busy with their own partner, their friends or is already far too drunk to really process their surroundings. Moreover, the two of you are sitting in a sheltered little booth to the side of the tavern that the lights upon the walls and hanging from the ceiling don’t quite reach. The main source of light comes from the half-melted candle that sits in an empty rum bottle upon the table, casting a dancing, flickering glow of firelight upon the two of you. 

A cheeky grin presents itself upon your lover’s face when he realises that the conditions are seemingly perfect for what he has in mind. His eyes fix upon yours as he brings his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, licking them in a way that is most certainly intended to remind you of what that tongue is capable of. Once they are covered in a thin layer of his saliva, he reaches over the table to squeeze the wick of the candle, snuffing out the flame and casting a half-darkness over the booth you’re sitting in. 

“James, you’re not…” You bite your lip and you’re unsure whether it’s out of nervousness or anticipation. Are you against this? You’re not sure. You look around the tavern and observe the same sights that your lover did. Distracted customers and low light. Your eyes find James’ beautiful, scarred face one more – the same face that belongs to Mary. No one would notice, surely? And wouldn’t it be exciting to indulge in such pleasures while those around you remain unaware? You bite your lip and it makes James grin as he can tell you’re already fantasising about the things the two of you might be able to get away with. 

“Come on, lass.” He slides a little closer to you until your legs are pressed against each other. One of his palms presses to the seat on the other side of you, making it easy for him to lean down over you and keep you close, preventing you from shuffling away. “We probably won’t even be the only ones doing this… I can tell you want to.” He tries to convince you with another series of slow and sensual kisses. A little triumphant grin paints his face when he feels your hands curl into the collar of his coat and pull him closer. You want this but he’s going to make you need it. 

Deft fingers undo the top buttons of your shirt to expose the tawny skin of your chest. His lips map rivers across your throat and collar while calloused fingertips caress the softness of the tops of your breasts. 

“Tilt your head back for me…” He murmurs seductively and lets out a little groan of approval when you do just as instructed. “Atta girl, Alice~” You puff out a breath at his words. James’ voice has always been a weakness of yours, ever since his first words to you. He’s got a lilt that you could listen to for hours on end without a break. He speaks lowly in your ear and it’s like velvety honey wine pouring into your senses, intoxicating you with its warm burn. 

Your fingers comb through the top of his hair — mindful to not move the bandana that will reveal how long it truly is — as his lips trail down to the tender flesh of your breasts. Your line of sight breaks from him in order to skim over all the other customers of the tavern; nothing has changed. They’re all too preoccupied with their own entertainment and affairs to have noticed James and yourself. 

Sure that neither of you will be noticed, your hand cradles your lover’s head to your chest in order to encourage him to not stop. His fingers walk down over your soft belly to find the ties of your trousers once more, tugging and winding his fingers around the string in order to loosen it and pull it open. Slowly, you slide your thighs apart beneath the table in order to make room for him, to invite him. You lean back in your little seat in the booth just slightly, back leaning into the rest behind you. 

James’ lips return to your collar and then rise to that soft spot just beneath your ear where he applies an extra amount of attention, letting out pleased little hums at the taste of your skin being nipped by his teeth. His breath comes out in hot puffs against the little wet spots his tongue leaves against your sensitive flesh, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. He moans quietly in your ear as his hand finally begins to slip into your undone trousers, pausing to nibble on your earlobe and suckle softly on it for a moment before speaking in a seductive, gravelly whisper. 

“You’re going to have to stay quiet for me now, alright?” You reply with a nod of your head and he kisses your cheek once. His fingers glide down, avoiding your clit for now and delve between your folds that are already becoming puffy with arousal. “Oh, Alice, so wet for me already.” He muses and you can tell that he knows all too well of the effect his voice is having on you. 

He thoroughly wets the pads of his fingers in your sticky arousal and drags it through your slit, covering you with it. He lets out a low little chuckle when your body gives a little jolt at the sudden pleasure of his fingers smearing your wetness over your clit and then pushing down with just the right amount of pressure. “Be still now, we don’t want people to see, do we?” He says with an abundance of amusement in his voice.

“N-no…” You agree and steal a glance around the tavern again. Everyone is still too busy doing their own thing to have noticed that James’ hand is now down the front of your pants and his fingers are rubbing little stars into your sensitive clit, smearing your sticky wetness over it so that his skin can slide sticky against yours to bring you pleasure. 

James keeps an eye out for your body language, your reactions that tell him what’s going through both your body and your head. Your one hand is gripping onto James’ leg while the other has curled into a fist on the table, nails biting into your palm as you breathe heavily through your nose, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your lower lip in order to make it easier to muffle all of your noises. 

You suck in a hissed breath through those teeth when James’ fingers slide downwards and prod exploringly at your hole before slowly pushing just the tip of his finger in and then back out again; in and out, in and out. He does this over and over until a needy little whine bubbles out of your throat. That’s exactly what James had been waiting for and he then sinks the entirety of his finger into your warm, wet entrance. He delights in the shaky little sigh of relief you let out when you believe he is finished with his teasing. But he has misled you because he soon withdraws his middle finger entirely and instead slips his ring finger into you and then pulls it all the way out again. 

You tug a little at his clothes in protest of the way he’s teasing you with touches that just aren’t long enough to bring you real pleasure, instead giving you a small sample of what is to come though you know not for how long you will be made to wait for the real thing. Though, this is exactly the reaction he wanted from you and now that he’s got it, he sinks both fingers into your needy pussy. You lean forwards to rest your forehead on his shoulder, wanting to hide your pleasured expression and the way your breath is now coming out in puffed little pants from anyone who might look your way and suspect that something inappropriate is taking place between the couple sat in the dim little booth off at the side of the tavern. 

“Keep your head up now, Alice.” James’ voice drawls out by your ear as you sink your teeth into your trembling bottom lip in a desperate attempt to not let any lewd sound spill from your mouth. He nudges your forehead a little with his shoulder but you get let out the quietest little whine, not yet feeling composed enough to raise your head. Your lover lets out an exaggerated sigh that’s thick with the melody of disappointment mere moments before you feel his fingers glide all the way out of your walls that are squeezing down around them. A sharp gasp is torn from your throat and you suddenly sit upright, spine straight and trying to casually lean your head back against the backrest of the booth seat.

You grit your teeth in an attempt to try and collect yourself, to make it seem like nothing is amiss between the two of you. The thought that you might get caught excited you, yes, but you had a deep feeling in your gut that you would be completely and utterly mortified if anyone found out that James was working on bringing you to orgasm in such a public place. 

At your sudden obedience to follow his instructions and act casually to avoid rousing any suspicion, James rewards you by burying his fingers into you once more but this time he curls them upwards to press into that particularly soft spot that has your toes curling in your boots and your spine arching just a little more. You swallow thickly and do your utmost to contain all the noises that you want to let out in order to spur him on. 

James begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them up to press and glide over that sweet spot of yours simultaneously. Your walls begin to pulse and squeeze around him as you approach your orgasm and you almost let out a cry of protest when all of a sudden, he withdraws from you completely. 

He holds his hand up like it’s some fine prize, spreading his fingers apart to watch your wetness sticklily stretch between them like the tracks of a spider’s web. His tongue curls between his fingers to lap it all up while his hazel eyes remain fixed upon your own dark ones as he laps his hand clean of your arousal. You feel hypnotised as you watch the little erotic spectacle that he’s putting on for you. You open your mouth to protest that he just stopped right when-

“Not here.” He says, already knowing what you’re about to say. “I want to hear you calling out my name when you cum.” He leans forwards and presses his scarred lips to yours, giving you a taste of yourself upon them. While he’s leaned in, he comes even closer so that his cheek brushes against yours and his breath tickles your ear. “My real name.” 

You’re left to tie up your bottoms again as James stands up and leaves the table to start saying his goodbyes to all of his friends and acquaintances. You shuffle your way out of the booth and stand on your feet as you watch him go around and say his goodbyes. You walk across the floor to join him, dodging around customers and tables. You can feel the stickiness of your panties sliding against your puffy pussy – a reminder of the orgasm that was just torn from your grasp – with every step you take. You hold onto James’ arm to join him as the two of you politely say goodbye and then head out in order to return to the inn that you’ve rented for the night. 

The moment that the door shuts behind the two of you and you’ve slid the bolt across to lock it, James is shrugging off his coat and letting her hair down from the bandanna that’s been tying it up. You watch as she crosses the room to briefly check that her hair isn’t too messy before she picks up a tube of red lipstick which she paints onto her mouth and blends out with her thumb in order to give her lips a brightly blushing tint. She casts a glance at you over the mirror as she sits upon the little stool that’s in front of the vanity with its mirror that’s cracked on one side. 

You look upon Mary who has the same face as James and you just soak in the sight for a few moments that seem to stretch on for millennia. So few people in the world know that this incredible woman who is sitting in front of you exists. You are one of the lucky individuals who is privileged enough to meet her and blessed by some divine being to be able to love her. 

You’re broken out of your little trance when she raises her hand and beckons you over with the very fingers that were inside of you no less than ten minutes ago. You walk up to her as she spreads her legs to make room for you, her hands landing on your soft hips and then roaming downwards to squeeze your thighs. They’re deceivingly soft but she knows that there’s a layer of muscle beneath that’s far more powerful than you look for your short stature, your head only just reaching beneath Mary’s chin when you stand side-by-side. Her hands begin to push you downwards until you’re kneeling at her feet and her fingers comb gently through the voluminous curls of your hair, her fingers dancing upon the curve of your cheek for a moment before she starts to toe off her boots as she leans down to kiss you, fingertips brushing just beneath your chin and tickling you slightly. 

Her hands glide over your throat to your collar, skimming down your arms until she’s taking your hands into hers and guiding them to her belt. “You’re going to earn what you missed out on earlier, aren’t you?” She murmurs thickly, her voice pouring into your ears like molten gold. Entranced by your love for her, you nod your head as you begin stripping down her lower half. She pets your head in a praising manner, encouraging and rewarding you silently. 

You could swear that she’s a siren. Her voice simultaneously dulls your senses and electrifies them all at once and she knows it. She enchants you with her words, enraptures you with her hushed and seductive tones. Her voice holds more power over you than any blade and she’s all too aware of it. 

You tug off the final layer of the clothing on her lower half that acts like a barrier between you and her pussy that you’re more than eager to bury your face into in order to truly start off your night together. But first, you glance up at her, waiting for her approval. Her hand slides to the back of your neck, smoothing over those curls of yours that she loves so much, and she gives a single nod of her head as she parts her legs a little more and leans back on the stool so that her back bumps against the edge of the vanity table and her cunt is brought closer to the end of the stool, granting you easier access. 

You lean forwards and dive in, burrowing your tongue straight into her glistening entrance and moaning softly at the taste of her. You push your face even closer to her when you start smothering her puffy slit in kisses and giving little kitten licks right up through her slit until you reach her clit. You press your tongue against it with a little more pressure, rolling over it a few times before you part your lips a little more. Drool spills from your mouth and onto her pussy in the few moments before you wrap your lips around her clit and suckle down; softly at first and then with more intensity as you hear Mary suck in hissed breaths and groan above you. 

You feel her hands comb gently through your thick hair, pulling it all back away from your face in order to keep it out of your way. Her other hand stays put on the back of your neck and her nails scratch over your nape just slightly. It’s enough to send fierce waves of pleasure down your spine and you lift up one of her thighs to place over your shoulder. It’s easier to hold her open like this and you just adore feeling the warmth of her inner thigh pressed to your ear and cheek. You moan around her clit in order for her to feel the vibrations of it through such a sensitive part of her and you feel the way her body gives a little jolt in response, hips pushing towards you as her leg jostles on your shoulder and the hand upon the back of your neck pulls you even closer. 

You don’t shy away from making lewd noises with your tongue as you lick at her. Your mouth slides down a little so that your nose now nudges at her clit while your tongue slides in and out of her hole, lapping up all of her essence and letting her hear the scandalous slurping noises you make as you try to taste as much of it as possible. You adore being between Mary’s legs like this and getting to hear that voice you love so much hiss and groan and sigh out your name, words of praise to spur you on. You reach back with your free hand in order to encourage her fingers in your hair to tangle and tug just enough to show you just how good she’s feeling. Once she follows your silent plea, you then bring that hand back down as your mouth returns to drooling all over her clit so that you can easily slide two fingers into her pussy. You moan quietly against her sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through her, at the sensation of just how soft and warm she is filling you with delight. 

You’re more than sure that your panties are utterly ruined by now and your wet patch might even be showing through your pants but you can’t find the space in your head to care about those things when Mary’s other thigh comes to rest upon your other shoulder and you feel her calves cross behind you. The heels of her feet dig into your lower back as her fingers tug more insistently at your hair and her hips keen towards you as her back arches, rising up from where she had been leaning upon the edge of the vanity. 

You want to toss her straight to the throes of pleasure and so you waste no time in curling your fingers up to press down on that sensitive, spongy spot inside of her while thrusting in and out at such a rapid pace that you know you wouldn’t be able to keep it up if she weren’t already so close to cumming. 

You hear her pant and moan out your name as she pushes your face into her pussy, rocking her hips against you and using you as she loses herself in the intensity of the orgasm that you give her. Her lips then press together as she breathes in a heavy staccato through her nose and lets out a long groan of your name. There’s a slight quiver in her thighs just before she lets you go. She cups your face in her hands to tilt your head up, seeing how the lower half of your visage glistens with her wetness and cum. Without hesitation, she swoops down to kiss you, tongue gliding messily and passionately against yours, unfazed by the taste of herself upon you. She pulls away and bites her lip as she looks down upon you, seemingly drinking in the sight of you, a laddish smirk tugging at her smeared and red-painted lips. 

“Oh, the things I plan on doing to you, my lass…” 

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[marycorcaroli]

first sex with zoro or sanji?

headcanons ; 18+.

rules ; masterlist.

i had a request for "first sex with zoro" but i decided to add sanji as well, hope no one minds ! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes.

sanji.

— the first time you have sex with sanji is like something tender and beautiful. his long fingers move over your body, sending shivers down your spine, and sanji loves it. he loves that you let him spoil you and not give anyone else the opportunity.

— he'll probably go crazy when he sees you completely naked. he'll spend several minutes looking at all your curves and admiring you.

— sanji will start with endless compliments to warm you up "you're so beautiful", "what did I do to deserve you?", "you're too beautiful for humans", "wow, you're already wet and we're just getting started, do you want my cock so bad?" i already told you he's shameless.

— will leave hickeys all over your body and afterwards, make sure to kiss each one so you don't forget his tender side.

— will lick you for hours before fucking everything out of you.

— just licking you will bring you to euphoric orgasms that make your legs shake, your brain stop functioning and your mouth can't produce anything, but sobs and pleas for more. sanji isn't rough, he wants you to feel all the pleasure possible and realize what it's really like.

— will kiss you while his fingers play with your swollen clit (he still didn't have enough he left you a total mess), his lips bite yours but at the same time he is so gentle and afraid that you won't like something.

— your comfort is important to him so don't be afraid to tell him if you're in pain or if you want him to be more gentle. sanji will do anything for you ! because he loves you to no end and he's afraid to hurt you.

— i bet he gets turned on by kissing you and can't stop.

— sanji will kiss you to hear you moaning into his mouth and sobbing. that way he will know that you like it and you are not afraid anymore.

— i don't think he'll want to hold your wrists, sanji thinks that way he'll completely limit your actions, and he likes it when you touch him ! !

— the first time he has sex, it's the missionary position! it's the best for him where he can look into your eyes and kiss your face ! ! my boy is so perfect.

— his pace is not the fastest, it's medium, it's your first time, even if he likes rough sex, pain, blindfold and restriction, he won't do those things, it's all for your comfort. sanji will be the most loving 🥺 he will start with slow thrusts so you get used to his length and don't feel pain.

— HE HAS SUCH A BIG DICK 😩 i know that for a fact ! ! sanji knows how to handle it and feeling it with his hand on your belly, god is he in heaven????

— will snuggle up to you all the time, most likely your whole neck will be in his drool for he keeps bumping his face into it.

— with your permission, will cum in you so that your cum will be fused into one ( it sounds so weird ) but if you are against it, cum on your stomach is just as good.

— aftercare ! ! will wash you in the cutest way, whispering compliments that make you red as a tomato in your ear while sanji kisses your cheeks <> bring you water, food or turn on your favorite show, watch until you fall asleep at his side, then turn off tv, hug you tight and kiss your temple, thinking about how wonderful you are and that he would do anything for you.

zoro.

— the most beautiful boy in the world ! !

— even if he looks tough, his heart is made of tenderness and love for you.

— he doesn't really need sex with you, you love and support each other, so zoro is more of a platonic relationship.

— but when it comes to sex he wants everything to be perfect. he will spend the whole day with you and show you the most beautiful places he associates with you.

— he will give you the most magnificent kisses that will show all his love for you, his hands will wrap around your whole body and press you tighter against him so that you can feel his heartbeat (it is accelerated because of you).

— he will gently undress you and keep looking at your eyes to make sure you want it.

— he is so happy : ( you trust him so much that you want to be close to him in this way. zoro will give you the most wonderful pleasure ! !

— completely undressing you, running his fingers over your body, over your scars or tattoos, leaving the wettest kisses on them.

— kisses ! ! it's important for zoro to kiss you during sex, so the intimacy between you increases.

— he will lick you till the last to make you ready for him. he has such an experienced tongue and your cunnie is so sweet, he can't hold back anymore 😩 he will bring you to squirt and then start working his fingers to see the show again.

— his pleasure is not so important to him, yours is much more important and he will do anything for it.

— he'll leave your clit swollen and kiss it in the most tender way <> and he won't mind leaving hickeys on your thighs and biting them a little. zoro is crazy about your thighs ! !

— before entering you he will say the most beautiful words of love to you "thank you for trusting me, i will do everything to make you feel great, i promise i will love you till my last breath and after that".

— like sanji, zoro's ideal position is missionary, where he can see all your emotions and can kiss your whole face.

— his pace is very smooth, he does not like sudden movements or too rough sex, he is a real romantic.

— sex with him will be long and pleasant, he is in no hurry and wants to remember this moment forever, which they will do.

— he doesn't care where to cum, he doesn't really want to make a mess, but if you ask him to, he will cum on your thighs or in you (he dreams about it).

— he will change your sheets and wash with you, telling you how good you are for him. he will bring you water or food and then fall asleep on your breasts while your fingers massage his head.

[joelswhcre]

────۶ৎ all his

your dad’s best friend has always been too much—too big, too strong, too fucking tempting. you push him, he breaks, and now? now he’s making sure you know exactly who you belong to.

warnings: smut, age gap, dbf!joel, brat!reader, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, size kink, oral (f receiving), tommy’s camp vibes. you know what you're getting into.

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joel shouldn’t be doing this. shouldn’t have his fingers hooked inside you, shouldn’t have his mouth right there, shouldn’t be looking up at you like that, like he’s got every fucking right to be here.

but he is. and he does. because you let him. because you’re a stupid little thing who doesn’t listen, who keeps pushing at the boundaries of what’s right and what’s fucking not.

‘this what you wanted, baby?’ he asks, low and rough, fingers crooking just right inside you, hitting that spot that has your head falling back against the wall of his cabin. ‘this why you’ve been lookin’ at me like that? runnin’ that mouth, actin’ like a little brat just beggin’ to be put in her place?’

you nod, barely, moaning as his tongue licks up over your clit, his stubble scraping against the sensitive skin of your thighs. he’s got you spread out on his bed, one of his big hands pressing your hips down so you can’t fucking move, can’t chase or run from the slow, steady flicks of his tongue. he’s mean with it. purposeful. gets you right to the edge and then pulls back, fingers still deep inside, stretching you out, keeping you open.

‘answer me,’ he mutters against you, and when you don’t—when you’re too busy whimpering and rocking your hips up, trying to get him to keep going—he pulls away completely. takes his fingers out too.

‘joel, please,’ you whine, voice high and needy. you don't care how desperate you sound. you are desperate. ‘fuck, just—just put it in already.’

he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he stands over you, unbuckling his belt.

‘greedy little thing,’ he mutters, watching the way you bite your lip when he pulls his cock out, thick and flushed, tip already leaking. ‘that’s all you want, huh? for me to fuck this little cunt like you don’t know any better?’

‘yes,’ you say, spreading your legs wider, giving him all the invitation he needs.

he doesn’t waste time. doesn’t make you beg for it, doesn’t tease anymore. he just grabs your thighs, holds you open, and presses the tip right up against you, pushing in slow. too slow.

‘jesus,’ he mutters, hissing through his teeth as he sinks in. ‘so fuckin’ tight. you sure you can take all of me, sweetheart?’

he’s mocking you, really. teasing. because he knows you can. knows you will. but it doesn’t stop him from being a dick about it, from making you work for it, from making you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open, inch by inch, until he’s all the way in, hips flush against yours.

‘look at that,’ he murmurs, one hand pressing down on your lower belly, right over where he’s buried deep inside you. ‘fuckin’ made for me, huh?’

you nod frantically, whining as he rocks his hips, setting a brutal, deep rhythm, like he’s trying to fuck himself into your bones.

‘gonna keep this little cunt full, yeah?’ he grits out, hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you in place while he fucks you just how he knows you need. ‘gonna let me ruin you for anyone else?’

‘fuck, joel, yes—’ you sob, hands gripping at his arms, his waist, anything you can reach.

he groans, hips stuttering, eyes fixed on where you're stretched wide around him.

‘that’s my girl,’ he mutters, leaning down, pressing his lips to your jaw, your neck, biting just enough to make you whimper. ‘fuckin’ mine.’

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dad’s best friend was never meant to touch you. now he’s making sure no one else ever will.

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[rottenk1sses]

art baby trapping ME

oh he’d actually be a little crazy with it..

him unlocking your phone so he can go into your period tracker app and see when you’re ovulating. begging for multiple rounds of sex on those days (even when you get a bit tired) and telling you he’ll pull out, even though he lets himself release half his load inside you before slipping his cock out. him hiding your birth control pills, or throwing them in the trash, and shushing you when you get a bit frantic about finding them. rubbing your back, kissing your jaw, telling you it’ll be okay because the two of you still have the condoms (he makes sure each and every one of them has a tear or hole before he fucks you). him putting you in a mating press and moaning into your neck as he fills you with his cum, making sure every splurt of it stays buried deep in your cunt. making sure that your lower half is elevated afterwards to increase the chance of conception (he read it online.. helps the sperm flow to the egg or whatever).

he would actually be so insane. looking up foods that supposedly “help women get pregnant” and then casually bringing them home to you. squeezing your tits and making comments about how sexy they’d look if they were swollen with milk. like it’d almost be super creepy because he wouldn’t be subtle about wanting you pregnant. at all. absolutely zero subtlety.

and then when you start feeling sick and miss a period, he’s completely elated. a big grin on his face while he wraps his arms around you and kisses you all over. pulling back to look down to your stomach and rub a hand over it. “aren’t you excited?” he’d say, looking back up to your eyes, “now we get to be connected forever.”

[eddiesghxst]

A one shot of Mechanic!Eddie x F!reader

Established relationship, Eddie loosing his mind and relentlessly fucking you NASTY into your shared bed all because of how turned on he was by seeing you bent over moving laundry to the dryer in a pair of jeans that hug your ass so nicely🙈💗

stink…. don’t do this to me

18+ — MINORS DNI

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Those devious, cheeky little shorts of yours will be the death of Eddie, honestly.

Everytime you wear them he ends up balls deep, mumbling promises to knock you up and start a family. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of the few pregnancy scares you’ve had were a product of those fucking shorts.

He’s just getting home from work so he’s tired, but the second he sees you bent over the washer with your ass practically hanging out of your shorts, he’s pumped like a goddamn energizer bunny, so god knows how many rounds he’s fixing to pull out of you tonight (you both lost count at 5).

He’s stepping up behind you with a hum as you toss the clothes in the dryer and shut the lid, pressing his body to yours and nuzzling his face into your neck. His hands coast over your hips and stomach, greedy fingers searching to palm at your tits over the flimsy tank top you have on.

“What’d I tell you about these goddamn shorts, hm?” He nips at your ear, squeezing at your skin when you lean away from him with a grin and a roll of your eyes.

“I didn’t have any clean clothes left, okay?“

Eddie hums, pressing a kiss to your neck as he pushes your hips back against his growing bulge, “Mm, and these just so happened to be the only clean pants?”

“…Maybe.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, giving your ass a quick tap and causing you to yelp, “Maybe.” He mocks.

You roll your eyes, somehow slipping out from between him and the dryer and Eddie groans as you pick up the laundry basket, “I’m busy, Eddie. The laundry isn’t gonna fold itself.”

As if Eddie believes you’re really that eager to fold laundry.

He’s on you as soon as you dump the clothes onto your shared bed, pressing himself to you once again and ignoring the whine you give him. “I’ll be quick, come on. You can’t wear these and expect me to not hump you like a dog, are you serious?”

“Self control, Eddie. It’s a thing.”

“Fuck off.”

You’re giggling as he reaches forward and pushes the clean laundry out of the way before pressing you face first into the bed.

“Ass up, come on.” He pats your hip, “You wanted to wear these cute little shorts, now put them on display for me.”

Eddie watches as you arch your back out for him, softly swaying your hips in a taunting manner as he palms himself. It’s like Eddie looses his mind, honestly.

He nearly ripped these same shorts one time, but he realized if he did then he wouldn’t get the privilege of seeing you in them again and god is Eddie so glad he thought that through.

His palm comes down on your ass quick and hot, cock stirring in his jeans at the moan that slips from you. He gives your other cheek a slap, squeezing and pulling at the fat skin before he decides he can’t wait any longer and he has to fuck you.

The shorts are off in record time, and Eddie thanks whatever shitty manufacturing company made those as he flings them to the ground. He makes even quicker work of unbuttoning his jeans, growling when you sway your hips and wriggle a hand down to your pussy, teasing yourself in preparation for what’s to come.

Eddie doesn’t even bother taking his jeans completely off, he lets them rest at his thighs as he wraps an adrenaline-shaking hand around his throbbing cock and shuffles forward. “Move your hand.” He sharply orders, placing a hand on your bare hip as he aligns his tip with your entrance. You oblige without question, hands sinking into the sheets to hold as Eddie sinks into you.

You’re so fucking warm and hot and wet, and the moan you let out is sinful enough to make Eddie want to do the unthinkable.

“Oh my god,” You gasp as Eddie presses in to the hilt. You’re mumbling and babbling about how big Eddie is, your pretty cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as he settles. “Yeah? This what you wanted, huh?” Eddie teases as he slowly drags his cock out before pressing in again, balls pressing snug to your clit as you squirm.

You pant, whimpering and failing to answer Eddie, so he leans forward, hips working up a toe curling pace as he talks into your ear, “Baby just wanted a good dicking down, huh?” He hotly whispers.

You whimper loudly, clenching around his cock as you desperately nod into the sheets. “Yes, yes please.” You beg.

Eddie peppers kisses across your neck and shoulder, dragging his teeth across your soft skin as his hips relentlessly pound into you. “You know you just had to ask, baby. Instead you wanna slut yourself out—“ “F-fuck off.” You gasp, drunkenly grinning when you hear Eddie chuckle.

Eddie presses himself back up, calloused hands pressing into your hips to pin you to the mattress before he begins drilling into like it’s the last chance he’ll ever fucking get.

Wet sloshing, skin slapping and needy moans fill out the air and Eddie’s practically bouncing you onto his cock with the help of the bouncy bed and you’re just speechless— grappling back at Eddie with shaky hands as Eddie fucks you into oblivion.

“Gonna cum?” Eddie huffs. You answer with a loud moan and your warm walls clenching around Eddie, and he hums, “Give it to me, baby, come on. Want you on top after so I can see your pretty tits bounce in that lousy excuse of a shirt you’ve got on.”

He strikes a hand down on your ass, watching as the skin ripples beneath his force— and suddenly, you’re cumming and tensing around Eddie so hard that Eddie almost struggles to fuck himself into you.

And Eddie didn’t plan on cumming yet, he wanted to hold off for a while longer, but you feel so fucking good Eddie can’t even think of holding back.

He cums with a loud groan, pressing his weight onto you as he spills himself deep inside of your pulsing cut— and there’s so much that it spills and drips down onto the laundry that Eddie failed to move out of the way.

“Jesus— fuck,” Eddie moans as he pulls out, still cumming in lazy spurts as he fists himself, painting your pretty folds. You’re shaking beneath him, back and thighs quivering with pleasure, and Eddie curses at the sight. He barely lets you come down before palming your ass, cock twitching when you let out a drawn-out moan as he speaks, “Flip over, baby. We’re not leaving this room for a while,” He drawls, “Gotta knock you up, remember?”

[dollarbils]

focused | j.ortega

jenna ortega x fem!reader

context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.

warnings. angst, smut, degrading words.

masterlist

she’d been glued to her laptop all day. consumed in this new script she’d received. of course you were excited for her, you’d seen the way her face lit up. but she’d been at it for hours, days.

“jenna, when are you going to give yourself a break, how long is this script?” she wasn’t fully listening, still engrossed by the letters on the white screen.

“hm?” she barely looked over at you, registering thad you’d said something, but nothing more.

“jenna please. i feel like i haven’t seen you in days even though we live together.” she seemed to have had picked up on your tone because this time she turned around, facing you.

“sorry, what did you say?” she asked you to repeat yourself for the second time.

“i miss you, love. it’s been ages since we’ve talked or spent time together.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.

“what do you mean? we see each other all day.” she chuckled, not taking the conversation seriously.

“i’m serious jenna, you’ve been glued to that screen for the past two days, i’ve barely heard your voice. it’s been keeping you up at night too.” instead of self reflecting, she went on the defensive immediately.

“that’s not true. i just really need to get this script looked over. i was told i could comment on anything id like to possibly get changed. do you understand how rare it is for an actor to get that opportunity?” she got up from the desk chair, waving her hands around as she yelled.

“no, of course i do. but that doesn’t mean you can’t at least take a break.” she rolled her eyes.

“i have taken breaks, it’s not my problem you’re so needy all the time.” the insult was misplaced and you felt embarrassed.

“i’m needy? jenna i haven’t had a conversation that’s lasted more than a minute in the last 48 hours. wanting more than that is not needy.” you couldn’t shake the feeling that had settled in, the fact that maybe you were too needy.

“oh my god, you’re so dramatic. just wait for me to finish and then i’m all yours.” her tone was condescending, and you soon found it ridiculous that you were fighting over this.

“it’s not only about me, you need a break too.” she didn’t seem to care.

“just give me five minutes.” you knew five minutes would turn into five hours but it didn’t matter anymore. and once five minutes had passed, you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, no longer having the energy to fight her.

-

after some time, she came through the door, to find you sleeping. it’s not as if she’d wanted to upset you, but this script was really exciting to her. she hadn’t meant to ignore you.

“baby,” she shook you awake, not wanting to go to sleep without fixing this.

“jenna, i’m not in the mood.” she was slightly taken aback by your cold words.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” she sat upright on the bed, caressing your arm gently, coaxing you into forgiveness.

“please.” she repeated, and even without elaboration it was clear what she was asking for.

“okay.” you folded as the soft words left your lips. you pushed the covers back and let her take you in her arms. she kissed your forehead earning a sigh, as you relaxed in her warm embrace.

“what can i do to make it better?” she asked with genuine concern, however your response was a mischievous grin. she raised her eyebrows as she questioned the look you were giving her.

“i could use some head.” she laughed at your reply and kissing your smiling lips.

“i can arrange that.” she whispered in your ear, her hands burning the skin at your waist.

“my poor angel’s touch starved. tell me what you need, baby.” her voice was sick with power. she loved having you so desperately begging for her. although she did feel bad.

“fuck, jenna. i just need you to t-touch me.” her smile widened and she fumbled with your shorts, not planning on wasting any time with you.

“mm, can’t get off on your own huh? need my help.” she urged you to reply and when you didn’t she pulled your chin in order to face her.

“y-yeah, need you to help m-me.” her fingertips were brushing against your clothed clit, causing your words to break up in a stutter. she enjoyed how desperate you sounded beneath her touch, her words rendering you more and more flustered.

“so pathetic aren’t you.” her words were harsh because she knew it turned you on. you were nodding without realising what you were agreeing to, too focused on the filthy words leaving her mouth to ponder on their meaning. she chuckled into your neck, her warm tongue soothing the bruises she’d created.

“jen-jenna, please.” her hands pulled down your panties before she began to play with your wetness, spreading it around and earning choked whines from your throat.

“hm, who are you so wet for baby?” she teased but you didn’t have the strength to reply as she lowered her head between your thighs. her tongue laid flat against your clit, tasting your arousal while her fingers toyed with your entrance.

“f-fuck.” instinctively, your thighs shut around her head, making her hiss.

“open wide for me.” she instructed, looking up to see you fisting the sheets with your head thrown back. however when you had relaxed, you’d managed to comply with her request.

“that’s it.” she affirmed, her mouth latching onto your heat once again. you were soon returned to your previous state, your mouth an exit for all sorts of pornographic noises. you physically couldn’t keep quiet. and when you began grinding against her tongue, she groaned into you, the pleasure of devouring you finally expressed.

“oh my god, jenna please- please keep going.” she smirked into your pussy, flicking her tongue over your clit, and darting it in and out of your entrance. it felt so good. she was too good.

“fuck, jenna. so close, can i-i.” your eyes were shut as the pleasure built up, so close to your release.

“mhm.” she nodded, her face still buried in your arousal, bringing you to the edge and helping you ride it out once that chord has snapped. you felt yourself grow warm as the pleasure consumed you, clenching around her tongue. she came up to kiss you, her tongue sure to penetrate your lips so that you could taste yourself.

“am i forgiven?” she smiled and you couldn’t help shoving her playfully at the look she was giving you.

“yeah, i’d say so.”