#nope smut

[mcondance]

SHE — OJ HAYWOOD

"she, (she), she lives in daydreams with me, she's the first one that i see"

pairing oj haywood x Black! afab fem!reader

summary oj's stoic demeanor is long gone when he makes love with you.

contents oral (fem receiving), rlly rlly passionate lol, unprotected sex, praise but like.. in a very oj way, belly bulge but make it so fucking romantic, reader and oj are fucking whipped omg, creampie let's go, it's actually insane how in love they are like woah am i interrupting something..? coded language (core, clit), reader has afab! parts but there's no pronouns used

words 1.5k

notes reupload from my old blog. i wrote this in like one day. oj's just my silly little stoic man with a heart of pure gold. pls listen to "she" by harry styles while reading this omg. ignore the lyrics tho cause i only rlly relate the chorus and the sound of the song to this fic and to oj cause it's just one of them songs.

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oj’s so good at making love to you.

he’s good from the beginning. good as he grinds against you slowly, kissing you just hard enough to leave you breathless but also wanting more. good when he pulls your shirt off along with his, eyes taking in your lack of a bra. good when he kisses down your body, pulls your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving kisses on your thighs. 

he’s almost reverential with the way he handles you, the definition of passion as he spreads you open for his worshiping eyes, dips right down and licks a stripe up your core. he lets you squirm, knows just how fucked out you get when he goes down on you.

he moves up to focus on your clit, already puffy and aching to be touched. he doesn’t deny you any pleasure, slips his mouth around you clit and sucks, licking with it still in his mouth. your hands find his head to pull him closer and he just lets you, lets you damn near use him. 

he doesn’t mind. he never does.

even as your hips begin to move against his tongue, he keeps his movements steady, a low groan of “mhm, that’s right” leaving his mouth, nodding against you and sending waves of honey-like ecstasy through you. 

it’s always so maddening, endorphic, borderline insane when he goes down on you, sweet pleasure trickling through your veins until you’re like putty in his hands, hips barely able to continue their rocking motions against his determined tongue. no matter, though, he takes over when it gets to be too much, when your body can’t keep up with what he’s done to you. 

soft moans of his name slip past your lips and he knows what you mean, knows all too well that you’re about to reach that precious peak that he’s so willing to throw you off of. fingers join his tongue on your clit, rub in tight circles with the skill of a man you’ve known for years.

he lives for this, for this feeling ordained by the gods above. lives for the way your thighs close around his head, the way your hands try and fail to find purchase in his short curls. he loves making love to you in so many different ways, the knowledge that he’s yours and you’re his, that he is making love to you, makes his mind feel indescribably perfect. 

“oj, ‘m gonna—”

“i know, baby. you got it.” it’s a low murmur, paired with another nod and just a little more pressure on your clit with his tongue and fingers. he knows you like the back of his hand. he knows your whines, your whimpers, your short little breaths that he only hears right before you—

“you’re good, baby. give it to me.” and you do. hips roll over and over again against him, meet his dutiful moves against you, send you higher and higher and impossibly higher, until you’re not sure you’ll ever come down. you float like a fucking bird, wings lifted with the air of oj’s masterful, almost adoring, motions. it’s always like this, always so fucking sweet , mind-numbingly so. the saccharine pleasure drips throughout your veins, his soft groans of affirmation drifting to you as you lay suspended in the blissful madness he’s given you.

you come for oj in a way that’s so different, because the way in which he makes love to you is so different. and you love it.

you love it as he slows down to a stop, kisses your shaking thighs and fluttery stomach, making his way up to your softly heaving chest. he continues his pursuit, lifting up until your lips connect, transferring your taste to your lips. any other time, this would be filthy, the sharing of your taste on his tongue. but now, it’s so right, fits in perfectly with the way oj handles you. 

your hands make their way to the waistband of his jeans, pull the denim down along with his boxers and he finishes the job for you. you feel him, hard and heavy against your thigh, so turned on from just pleasing you. it’s always a gratifying experience, knowing that it’s you that makes him this way. no matter his exterior— the stoic cowboy, preferring horses over people, chooses his words carefully as though he’d die if he spoke too much— he loves you. you are the tear in his heart, that one thing that breaks down his walls. 

and you feel it when he entraps your lips in another kiss as you reach down between you two and line him up with your entrance as he groans at your touch, and he slides in with one smooth stroke, your body always open to him. you both can’t break the kiss for him to do anything other than thrust oh-so softly, movements barely there. but it’s enough, god it’s more than enough, because every touch, every fluttery glide of his hips against yours is like fucking magic, the shared love between you two heightening everything tenfold.

this is how oj makes love to you. face to face, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist as he pushes into you slow and deep, hits every single spot you need him to. he’s calculated with his moves, like he is with everything, hands balancing him above you as his chain bumps your chin with every forward stroke. kisses broken are reciprocated just as quickly, mere milliseconds separating every one. 

“you're so good, baby.” it’s genuine, his brain blanked and grasping for words to describe the feeling you always give him. whines meet him in response, you’re too far gone to manage anything else.

this feels almost criminal, the pureness of his love, reflected in his every move, in every kiss he places against your lips. his every thrust is on purpose, is meant to drive you wild, to somehow translate his love for you into something tangible. and it works. you feel it, feel what you know is impossible for him to say. 

you don’t speak much, dirty talk reserved for times other than now. now, is just him moving inside you, you pushing down against him. bodies together, lips locked in an almost infinite kiss. and then he shifts just a bit, brushing over that perfect spot. the whine that meets him in response, one from deep in your stomach, tells him all he needs to know.

“there we go.” he drawls, heavy accent making his words that much more insanity-inducing, goosebumps raising up on your heated skin as he directs his gaze to where you connect, eyes falling on the bulge that’s so prominent. “i’m right there, baby. you feel it?” he wears a slight smile, loves making love to you like this. 

“feel it, oj. feels so good .” another depraved whine meets his ears, words an abstract to you that you don’t think you’ll ever understand again. his pace is steady, building you up without ever moving past a slow grind. and you’re gonna come again.

“you close, baby?” he asks, knowing how much you love his voice, how you live for how he talks to you when you’re together like this, how even though he doesn’t have to say a word to get you this high, his voice can push you that much higher. you just nod, meet his lips again and moan into his mouth when his fingers meet your clit, rubbing those same brain-numbing circles from earlier. god he’s so good, so fucking good and this is it, you’re gonna come for him once again. 

“come on, baby, let me have it.” that’s all you need to hear. the pleasure pooling inside you overflows, spills over the edges of your being as you you’re dunked into it, mouth and nose and entire body filling up with the sweet feeling that oj has once again given to you. his praises float to your ears, a soft murmur of “that’s it, baby, you got it.” breaking through your syrupy delirium, pulling you even farther into what you can only feel as indescribable bliss. 

oj’s so close too, streams of shakes moving through his body as you come around him, your back arching into his chest, legs tightening around his waist. his head is tucked into your neck now, placing soft kisses against the skin there. he doesn’t have to say anything, because you know he’s almost there, turning your head to whisper into his ear, your turn to drive him absolutely mad. 

“come on, oj, need it, wanna feel you.” it leaves you as a moan, and it’s more than enough to drive him mad, his hips still moving slowly as he lets go just as you did, breath heavy, small groans escaping his mouth that’s still pressed into your neck. you hum as you feel him inside you, warmth filling your body and seeping into your bones. his lips meet yours again, kissing slow and soft, like always. you both don’t intend to move for a while, chests rising and falling in tandem as you soak in the afterglow of love, bodies close enough to fuse. this is your natural state, oj sinking love into your skin just for you to give it right back to him. 

this right here.. this is perfection. this is how oj makes love. 

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw content MDNI

Random question!- for science ofc!!-

If you were to have mirror sex with a vampire….like are they invisible? ‘n all you can see is yourself getting fucked by nothing???

[cambion-companion]

Thirst

You can thank @mr-oldman-appreciator for this. Raphael discovers he likes the taste of his pregnant lover's milk.

/drops this and runs

Fucking BYE

Raphael x f!pregnant!reader | drabble

“Raphael.”  You complained, your voice groggy and laden with sleep as you slowly awoke still tangled with your cambion.

The infernal ridges upon his arms dug against the flesh of your back as Raphael pulled you tighter into his embrace. His teeth continued scraping tantalizing against your throat, the expanse of his wings slowly spreading to block out the firelight.

“Hush.”  He purred against your collarbone, the fire of his lips trailing lower.

Still love drunk, you remained pliant in his grip, remaining charmingly trusting as his claws caressed the telltale swell of your pregnancy. You mewled in meek protest when he applied a little too much pressure to that tender skin.

“So sensitive.”  Raphael didn’t ease his ministrations.

Your hand wrapped around one of his lower horns, not minding how the edges scratched your palm.  

Raphael chuckled, low and sinful.  His tongue, warm and slick, trailed around the ample swell of your breast. He tasted a sweetness unfamiliar to him, giving his movements pause.

You arched a little in response, as much as you could while so securely enfolded, a slight gasp of pleasure escaping your parted lips.

Raphael lapped at you again, studying how you shuddered in response. His wings stretched slightly as he shifted his weight and took your breast securely into his mouth.

You were certainly fully awake now, your other hand gripping the back of Raphael’s head as he began sucking. Your milk slowly ran across his tongue, and he made a low sound deep from his chest and redoubled his efforts.

It was the gentlest the devil had yet been with you, and you took full advantage while he fed. Your hands moved to trace his cherry red skin and brush your fingers through his dark hair. The feeling of him tasting you in such an intimate manner sent a shock of pleasure straight to your core.

Your hand found his which rested atop your distended abdomen, and you caressed his fingers. He did not protest. Instead, he moved to your other breast, giving it a bite before resuming his eager feast.

You moaned his name softly and his tail curled around your thigh in response.

Raphael licked once then twice more at your aching nipple, then raised his head, his glowing gaze focused half-lidded upon your flushed face.

“What a delightful discovery, my dear.”  His lips met yours, his tongue dipping into your wanton mouth for a moment, allowing you a taste. “Now I have even more reasons to keep you bare and ripe here within my house.”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

omg what’s cabin!konig? new koooonnnyyy unlocked

Yes, König comes in many forms and he always wants to knock you up. But!

Cabin!König is particularly designed to breed, and he’s very vehement about doing just so.

Hauls you deep into the Alps and shoves you inside this cute cabin that looks minimalistic and weather-beaten on the outside but insanely adorable on the inside. There’s a fireplace and a broad, sturdy hardwood bed (for the purpose of you know perfectly well what...), indoor plumbing for your convenience, an electric oven for you to bake him cookies and pastries (traditional Austrian ones if you wish to pamper and spoil him) and a lot of authentic 19th-century art on the walls, next to the ropes and traps and cast iron pans and pots and wicker baskets that hold woollen blankets in case you get cold.

But you really don’t get a chance to get cold, do you? Because König is on and in you every chance he gets. Man's got a plan, and he has always implemented his strategies and completed his projects with a frightening amount of energy, commitment and willpower. You wake up in the morning to his heated cuddles and soft whines, knowing that you’re about to get taken from behind – again. He’s soft and slow at first, cuddlefucking and spooning you like you’re the best thing in his entire world... but you know it’s all just a warm-up. The thrusts get deeper and more intense as the morning session goes on, until both of you are fully awake and König gets into his full breeding mood. It’s the same thing in the evening, but this time, he’s on top and looks you deep in the eyes as he makes love to you while your toes curl and point to the ceiling. Nothing but the fireplace and some candles lighting the cabin with flickering, warm tones: he’s a romantic soul underneath all that callous soldier’s discipline.

During the day, König has many responsibilites outside: he has to fix the roof of some shed and walk the perimeter to check that no one has found their way here, that no one is disturbing his mating season that lasts from May till August. You know nothing about his hikes, but he has even set bear traps all over the place, and not for the purpose of catching bears…

He of course tempted you here by saying you deserve a holiday and that the mountains would be a good, non-stressful environment to finally try and get you pregnant. He has been talking about wanting to have babies ever since you met: actually, he brought the subject up on your first date - to your horror and intrigue - wanting to know if you would ever want kids and if you were in it for the long haul because he was sick of dating just for some shallow, casual fun.

You could never have known that you would get folded into a mating press every day after only a few months of your acquintance, but here you are: getting stuffed full of potent cum every day, multiple times per day, because König has decided that you are the perfect wife material and the perfect mother for his kids.

He can come off as a little too intense, even rough at times, but he is in fact a very gentle lover and offers impeccable aftercare. His hormones are through the roof here in this sweet little cabin with his sweet little future wife-to-be. König is fully in his element when he gets to walk in the brisk mountain air and then come “home” to the delicious scent of warm buns or apple pie, to the sweet scent and feel of you.

Cuddles you after sex like it’s equally as important as the deed of getting you pregnant. He’s not just trying to apologize for being so needy and urgent with you, he’s actually bonding with you everytime you have sex. It’s like a ritual for him to hold you close and take in your soft panting and warm cheeks after he just made you cum no less than two or three times. You’re still not sure if this is a good idea, and you’re not sure if this man is even completely sane… But he sure as hell is adamant in making you feel good, providing for you and giving you the best sex of your entire life ❤️

[rafeandonlyrafe]

kinktober: guns

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, gun kink, p in v sex, unprotected bc dont be fcking dumb!, hand kink as well kind of, f receiving oral and handjob, blowjob, being fucked by the gun (silencer), mild degradation but also praise, mentions of drug dealing, somehow still soft rafe idk yall im unable to write rafe being anything but a softie

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks

your eyes widen at the glint of black metal in the low lighting, watching the way rafe works the rag over the piece. you control your gasp when you realize what it is that you’re holding, but you can’t help but take a step back in shock. 

you stumble, not realizing how close you were to the hallway table that decorates your home. rafe looks up at the noise, his eyes meeting yours. you can’t tell what emotion crosses his face. he simply sets the handgun down on the coffee table, still partially disassembled.

“rafe-��� you begin, but you don’t have the words to finish as he stands up, stalking over to you, his usually comforting figure suddenly imposing when shrouded in the darkness of night.

“baby.” rafe says softly, taking your face in his large hands. “what are you doing awake?” “i-i heard you come in, and i waited for you to come lay down and when you didn’t i came to check on you.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of your house, rafe hears you clear as day. he stands still, and you take the moment to apologize, “i’m sorry.”

rafe lets out a deep breath, his face reading the guilt of your apology. “it’s okay.” he presses his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he holds you to him. it takes you a beat, but you wrap your arms around his waist in a tight embrace.

“come here.” rafe says after a moment, sliding his hand down your back and leading you into the living room instead of hiding in the hallway. you take cautious steps, eyes on the disassembled gun on the table. 

“sit down.” rafe keeps his voice gentle, but it’s a command, not a request. you sit down on the couch, and rafe slides next to you. he gives you a moment to look at the pieces of metal on the table. 

you know why rafe has a gun. he tries to keep that part of his life silent, but you know he helps run the drug scene on the islands of the outer banks. you’ve never been exposed to the violent nature of what he does but you’ve helped him count money and sort packages. he protects you when it comes to the actual sale, you haven’t even met one of his clients, at least not that you know of.

“it’s okay rafe, i knew you had a gun.” you say. you’ve seen him discreetly tuck it into his waistband when you’ve been out, and did not fail to notice the way he keeps it on his bedside table when he thinks it’s too dark for you to see at night.

“but you haven’t really seen it before baby.” rafe picks up what looks to be the frame of the gun, and he turns it over, showing you all the different sides before placing it on your lap. he gives a nod of your head and you pick it up, surprised that the disassembled part is still so heavy.

“should i- should i learn how to…?” you ask, not having the heart to tell him that you want to, because if anything happens to rafe, you want to be able to protect him as well, even though he doesn’t need it.

“if you want to, i’ll teach you.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, taking the metal back out of your hand. he begins to explain the different pieces of the gun and what they do as he reassembles it. your eyes track the movements of his hands, his slender fingers moving each part into place. you bite your lip and press your thighs together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by rafe.

“are you turned on, princess?” he asks, no judgment in his voice, rather fascination from how you, his sweet girlfriend, can be so turned on by his gun as he sets it back down on the table.

“no!” you squeal, which just gives you away even more. “pants off.” rafe commands, and you know better than to go against him. you stand up off the couch for a millisecond to shove your pants down to your ankles then sit back down, keeping your thighs locked closed together.

“that is not what i meant, and you know it.” rafe commands, placing his hands on your waist and twisting you so you’re facing him. “if you’re not going to be good, i’m just going to have to do this myself.” he guides you backwards so you’re laying your head against the arm of the couch. he takes one ankle and slides it off the edge of the cushion while moving the other one to rest against the back of the couch, spreading you open wide.

“are you still going to deny being turned on?” he asks, eyes on your underwear sticking to your pussy, wet patch clearly visible.

you smartly decide to stay quiet, and rafe gives a little hum of approval at your choice to no longer continue to deny, knowing the amounts of pleasure he can bring you as he pushes his thumb over where he knows your clit is, not wasting any time as he rubs it over the material.

you let out a moan, back arching off the couch as he touches you. all tiredness you previously felt from suddenly waking up in the middle of the night is going.

rafe smiles down at you, seeing his girl so easily and quickly thrown into pleasure just with one of his fingers. he moves faster, watching the wet patch grow even bigger. he drags his thumb down, pressing against the spot until his thumb presses slightly into your hole, the fabric of your underwear still acting as a barrier.

“n-no, let me take them off, please.” you beg, but it doesn’t dissuade from doing exactly what you expected, gripping your underwear with both hands and literally tearing them straight down the center like the material was tissue paper. 

you grumble something about liking that pair, and rafe calms you by pressing a kiss to your knee that’s hooked over the side of the couch. “i’ll buy you another pair.”

he kisses down your thigh, occasionally nipping at your skin until he reaches your cunt, taking a deep inhale of your scent before sticking his tongue out, lapping at your slickness as he gathers it all onto his tongue.

you try your best to keep your hips still, thighs already burning slightly from being spread so wide. you moan rafes name as his tongue slides up away from your hole and over your clit, flicking repeatedly over the sensitive bud before pulling back far too early.

you watch as rafe picks the gun up off the table, making your eyes go wide.

“my sweet princess, turned on by my gun.” he turns it over in his hand, and you don’t fail to notice that he’s left several parts on the table, probably whatever interior mechanism that makes it actually fire so his toying with it remains safe.

“who would have known that the innocent good girl i first starting dating would turn into such a slut?” he grabs the silencer off the table, slotting it onto the end of the gun. your eyes watch in fascination at his movements.

“my own personal whore. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” rafe questions, running the tip of the silencer against your thigh, slowly dragging it closer to your center.

“you’d even let me fuck you with my gun.” his words make you gasp, coupled by the smooth metal of the silencer coming into contact with your dripping folds. it’s so cold that you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body.

rafe continues to move the silencer against you, partly to tease, partly to get it covered in your juices. “you’re gonna let me, right princess?”

rafe looks to you as you silently nod, worried if you open your mouth you’ll start to beg, beg for him to put the gun inside of you. rafe presses it against your hole, and your eyes widen at how big it feels, like two of his fingers are trying to enter you, but you’re slick enough that when you take a breath to relax, he’s able to push in, breaking the ring of your hole.

“fuck!” you whine, rafe not giving you any time to get used to the sensation as he continues pushing it inside of you, until the entire silencer is buried in your pussy, the barrel of the gun far too large to fit inside.

“just breathe.” rafe mumbles softly, wanting to continue but not wanting to hurt you. you follow his instructions, sliding your eyes closed as you get used to the foreign object.

when rafe can tell your body has calmed down, he pulls the gun out slightly, watching the way your wetness sticks to the metal before pushing it back inside of your body.

you lift your hips slightly to give some reprieve to your thigh muscles, as well as give rafe a better angle as he moves quicker, starting to thrust the gun against you.

his thumb comes back to your clit, now able to touch your bare skin and the pad of his finger feels burning hot compared to the coldness spreading from within you. rafe presses his thumb against you, keeping the intensity constant instead of rubbing. 

“there you go.” rafe smirks, “my good fucking slut.” 

his praise makes you glow, especially as your high starts to build from the way the silencer is pressing inside of you. the dirtiness of the action just pushes you even farther.

“gonna-” you warn, when suddenly rafes thumb is off your clit, the silencer halting all movement, lodged deep inside of you. 

“you ask permission to cum, slut.” rafe tells you, deciding to push you even harder.

“please, let me cum.” you beg, hands fisting the material of the couch.

“no.” rafe simply says, moving the gun again. “no, because my girl isn’t going to cum for some piece of metal. you’re going to wait until i’m done having my fun and then cum on my cock, understood?” “y-yes.” you nod, flopping your head against the couch as it repeatedly presses inside of you, your clit pulsating at the need to release everything you have inside.

“please.” you sob, feeling tears slide down your cheeks, unable to hold back your impending orgasm much longer.

rafe pulls the gun out of your, making your cry out, missing the sensation instantly. “no, no, rafe please.” you beg.

“shush!” he says, delivering a slap to your inner thigh. “if you were patient at all you’d realize i’m going to fuck you now.” you sit up, blinking your eyes open in the low lighting as rafe tugs his shirt over his head. you take the moment to unbutton your pajama top as you watch him stand, unbuttoning and sliding off his jeans and underwear at the same time.

your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, unable to control yourself as you sit up, giving your legs a reprieve from the stretch as you take him into your mouth, sucking the head of rafes cock as your eyes roll back in your head, tasting the saltiness of his precum against your tongue.

“can’t resist, can you?” rafe laughs, knowing how much of an oral fixation you have.

you hum around his cock, bobbing your head but not taking him anywhere near fully into your mouth, enjoying playing with the head of his cock with your tongue.

you kitten lick at his tip repetitively, waiting for rafe to inevitably pull you off to fuck you. he lets you have your fun for a bit longer before tapping the back of your head. 

you pull off with a satisfied smile, laying back and resuming the same position on the couch, spreading your cunt wide to show him that you’ve gotten even wetter from sucking him off.

“my pretty slut.” rafe smiles, kneeling on the couch between your legs. he grabs a throw pillow that was discarded onto the floor at some point, shoving it under your hips to raise your cunt up to the perfect angle to fuck.

rafe rubs his cock against you before jutting his hips forward, sinking fully into you in one fluid motion. you let out a curse, boobs bouncing as he immediately starts up a rhythm.

your cunt clenches tightly around him, rafes moans coming to match your own as he moves within you, feeling your tight walls, remembering that his gun was just where his cock currently is. 

he picks the gun up off the table, still gleaming with your slick. he sticks his tongue out, licking up the side. “you taste so good.” he moans, keeping his free hand on your hip to hold you in place as he thrusts.

“want to taste yourself?” he asks, but doesn’t even give you a moment to respond before pressing the silencer against your tongue, mouth already open from moaning.

you wrap your lips around the metal, indeed tasting yourself on it. you suck at the gun, keeping your eyes on rafe as you do.

rafe moans, feeling his cock swell inside of you. he would keep fucking you all night, but he can’t hold himself back any longer as he moves faster, plunging as deep inside of you as he possibly can.

“fuck, please let me cum!” you cry out, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, your fingers not feeling as good as rafes, but doing the job.

“wait for me.” is all rafe can gasp out, watching you immediately take the gun back into your mouth after asking.

rafe lasts a few more hard thrusts before he’s releasing inside of you, and you follow quickly, rubbing yourself to completion as you feel your cunt flooding with cum.

rafe continues to gently thrust throughout your orgasms, both coming down together as he sets the gun back on the table. he collapses forward, his naked body pressing against your bare one.

“god, you really are the most perfect slut.” rafe mumbles, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he slowly pulls out, knowing his cum is going to leak all over the decorative pillow you’re sat on, liking the idea of ruining another piece of furniture from his insatiable need for you.

“love you.” you whisper, tilting your head to the side to give his hair a kiss.

rafe leans up, pressing his lips against yours in a fierce kiss, saying the words for him.

“why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me, sweetheart?” he asks, sitting up and giving you a hand to help you sit as well, your body burning as the exhaustion sets back in. “i’ll be up in a minute, i have to clean my gun again because someone got it all dirty.”

[lilaccatholic]

Probably SUCH an unpopular opinion except in my little corner of the world, but BOY would Bridgerton so be my thing if it weren't for all the sex scenes

[mcondance]

i think oj likes marking. he's territorial like his horses n loves to see the pretty marks on you when you're just existing in the house with him. he comes in from taking care of the horses and you have some shorts and a thin cami on cause it's so hot. n the hickey he left on your neck last night is just sittin pretty. n his eyes focus in on it as he makes his way over to you, wiping sweat off his pretty brown skin, some old school jazz playing on the vinyl. he doesn't say anything, just wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind <3 n then he's licking and biting at the hickey like it's not already there, like he wants to leave another mark. n you're whining and squirming and he's mumbling about how he loves marking you up and by the end of it you're sat on top of the nearest flat surface, fucked full of cum with him still inside you, you whining and shaking, and he's mouthing at the fresh marks he just left <3

[l3viat8an]

Soft dom diavolo brainrot.

Blame this idea on a fanart i saw

18+ content MDNI

I am such a slut for soft doms <33 hopefully you enjoy this anon!

You want him to gentle?

Soft, slow and sensual?

He’ll have his bedroom ready with tons of candles lit on the nightstand and every other available surface, with flower petals on the bedsheets!

When you walk into his bedroom, you’ll find him already shirtless sitting on the edge of the bed, “Ready for tonight love~?”

he’ll still make sure you can’t walk tomorrow! Just in a softer way~

So, so much praise!

I’m taking tons of it! Diavolo is constantly telling you “You’re doing so good” and “Yes, just like that, you really are perfect MC~” “My, good little human, you can cum again, can’t you?”

He really loves just being soft with you and talking his time!

Whether he’s eating you out/sucking you off, railing you from behind or watching you suck his cock, it’s all slower ‘n softer movements!

He just enjoys feeling your skin against his, and your lips on his.

I mean yea, if you want him to be rough, and want ant him to be mean and degrade you all night. Diavolo’s more then happy to do it but that’s for another time~!!

And he’s just so fucking big and strong, he can manhandle you into any position he wants. He’s fucked you against a wall, full nelson and standing up-

Once, while he was railing you, he got a call from Lucifer, and they had a full conversation without missing a beat-

If Lucifer noticed (who am I kidding he definitely did-) he did say anything.

And when Diavolo hung up, he just smirked down at you and praised you for being “Such a good little human, keeping quiet, around my cock~”

Insists on cleaning you up himself!! Like Diavolo almost gets mad if you try to do it yourself lol

He wants to pamper you, and treat you like the royal you are~!

“Sit still darling, I’ll get a towel. Just relax.”

[jazziejax]

Daniel Kaluuya fics when??? Like, look at the material!!!

[insomniacirl]

Thinking about Cas losing his mind watching Dean ride a horse like it's completely normal and natural for him- perfectly balanced with his strong thighs spread, tightened against the horse's sides.

Thinking about Dean having the time of his life, being too busy tipping his cowboy hat to people to notice Cas losing all his sensibilities in the background.

[dreamtuna]

Desk Job

ahhhhh this may be the first time I've posted my writing in probably a decade thank you brainrot for inspiring me to be brave i guess Word Count: 2k Attack on Titan - Levi x fem!Reader smut, established relationship, unprotected sex w/ creampie, vaginal fingering, light begging, idk he kinda rough but also kinda nice i like him like this ok idk what else to say please enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read if you do <3

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His finger presses against your lips, gentle but firm, hushing you as he pushes you into the room. He has that dangerous look in his eyes again. Ever since you confessed to Levi he’s been insatiable, barely able to keep his eyes off of you, greedily waiting for every moment he can steal you away to be alone. Greedily waiting for every moment he can get his hands - and his mouth - on you.

He kicked the door shut behind him while hungrily pressing his body against you. His lips slam into yours. He takes you, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth, loving the way you gasp when he does that.

He guides you onto the edge of his desk before placing his hands on your thighs. “Open,” he grunts, seeming to resent spending time on something other than kissing you.

You let out a soft whine. Feeling his hands gently squeezing your thighs was enough to drive you insane with want already, but opening your legs just made it worse as he surged forward between them. It was impossible not to make noise, feeling confined by the clothing between you when all around you was the thick air of desire. He hushed you sharply but the dark look in his eyes carried his frustration and his need, the longing noticeably growing in his pants as he held you tight against him.

Levi refocused his efforts into a feathery soft assault of kisses down your neck. Unfortunately this left your mouth free to cry out. But it was too much. Every now and then you felt him suck and nip at your delicate skin. It made the breath catch in your throat.

You were melting.

You thought it couldn’t get any more intense when he surprised you, causing your whole body to tense. For a second you doubted what you heard, but again he whispered your name. It was barely audible, muffled against your skin as he kissed your neck, but it was enough to light up every nerve ending in your body. You gripped his upper arm with one hand to steady yourself, the sweet sound of longing from him filling you with a heady mixture of love and lust. Not to mention the embarrassment you were starting to feel as the arousal between your legs was becoming more noticeable every time you shifted and squirmed on the desk.

Suddenly he pulled back. With one finger, he tugged at the fabric of your shirt.

“Off,” he commanded.

He began unbuttoning his own shirt, never taking his eyes off of you as you revealed your soft skin to him. You’d barely finished when he lunged forward. You jumped a little as he hastily unclasped your bra, but you were quick to shrug the straps down, letting your breasts fall free. When he pulled back he just looked at you. He loved your breasts, you could tell, always giving them extra attention. He loved holding them at every opportunity, cupping them sometimes as you slept those deep blissful sleeps that claimed you after a rough session with him.

But right now there were more pressing issues at hand. He looked uncomfortably hard and you so desperately wanted to help him out. Without much hesitation you began to work on freeing him. Wordlessly he cupped your bare breasts. His thumb grazed over your nipples and bliss blossomed throughout you. You had to stop and clamp your hands over your mouth as you moaned loudly, leaving his pants half undone. He squeezed your nipples between his finger and his thumb, just enough to rip another moan from you.

For a second you could swear you saw a smirk tug at his lips, but when you looked again it was gone.

After continuing to play with you for a moment longer he released you. You sighed. He pulled your hand back to his pants.

“Shouldn’t you be continuing what you started?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You quickly went back to undressing him. But he couldn’t even leave you alone for two seconds. He firmly grasped your tit, deliberately tweaking your nipple as he did. You cried out. Quickly your hand shot up to cover your mouth but he just pulled it back down and leaned in to you.

“I want to hear you.” You could feel his breath on your skin as he spoke. Could feel him shudder as you continued your mission.

And then he moaned. Right in your ear, deep and guttural, dripping with pleasure. You gripped his cock firmly now, finally freeing it and feeling its warmth in your hand. You gently stroked him, your touch light and teasing, loving the way his hips started to thrust into your hand. He buried his face in your hair, lips skimming over your ear.

Almost as if it was in retaliation he suddenly grasped your pants, hastily undoing them and pulling them down until they hung off one leg uncomfortably. His fingers found the damp spot between your legs, more like a river by this point. He tutted. He tutted at how wet you were. He wasted no time, hooking a finger under the soaked fabric and pulling it to the side. That same finger lazily played with you, running up and down your slit.

He kissed you. Not the rough, desperation of earlier, but an airy kiss, barely touching. It sent shivers through your entire being.

His finger sank into you and he shifted closer, allowing you to continue stroking his length as you sighed and moaned into his kiss. The noises coming from your pussy were obscene. Your cheeks flared with heat and you know you saw him smirk this time. He loved the sound of your arousal, deliberately moving his fingers in the loudest ways he could find. He loved the way you squirmed under his touch. He loved the way you gasped for him. He loved the way you squeezed his hard cock without realising.

“Tell me what you need,” he suddenly said, voice husky against your lips.

“What?” you asked. It caught you off guard. You almost felt drunk under his touch.

He suddenly thrust his hips forward. You felt his tip against your thigh.

“Tell me what you need,” he repeated.

He pulled back and grabbed your chin with the hand that wasn’t currently robbing you of your senses. Levi’s eyes mesmerised you. It finally clicked what he was asking for. You didn’t know you could blush any harder than you already were.

“I- I- Holy fuck, are you trying to kill me?”

He just stared at you as you gasped and moaned for him. Always that same level gaze that left no room for fucking around. You either did as he asked or he would continue to torture you like this.

You averted your gaze. You couldn’t look in his eyes and say it. It was too much.

“I… I need you to fuck me,” you said quietly.

“Oh? Look at me and say it again.”

It was too much. He knew it. And he just had to push a second finger in you at this moment, playing with you in a way that made your body feel weak and on fire all at once. It was too much.

You obeyed. You made eye contact. That same fire burned in his eyes.

“Please fuck me, Levi,” you moaned, overpowered by those eyes.

It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to line up with you but it felt like eternity. You didn’t even realise you were holding your breath in anticipation. His fingers pulled out of you, his hand moving to stroke your juices over himself as he guided the tip to your entrance. He rubbed it back and forth against you. You squirmed.

“You want this?” he teased.

You groaned in response and you could tell he was loving this. “Yes, yes.” You begged so easily now. “Please, Levi, I can’t. I need to feel you inside me. I need you.”

Your honesty came spilling out of you so fast it took you a moment to realise what you said. He inhaled sharply. And he pushed inside you.

His hands gripped your waist as he settled into your warmth. Warm bliss clouded his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, a soundless cry claiming your throat. He felt too good inside you.

You thought you’d be used to this by now. You’d been seeing each other for a while now, and your sex life was very fulfilling, to say the least. But every time he entered you it was like falling all over again. That feeling of fullness as he took not only your body but your mind as well.

He wasted no time. He started thrusting into you, his hips wild with lust, unable to keep any particular rhythm as his need stole the show. It kept you guessing, unable to relax into his movements. The sound of your skin slapping joined the squelching wetness as he took you hungrily.

You moved back against him. Every little movement felt like heaven and hell all mixed at once. You wanted more, but it was too much. You hoped it would never end, but you needed to cum so desperately. You felt like something had been unlocked within you as you continued to beg straight into his ear, enjoying the primal grunting you got in return as you spoke almost nonsensical desires to him. But one thing was perfectly clear amongst the rest.

“Cum inside me.”

That one had his fingers digging into your hips. Fuck, you knew he loved it when you asked for it. You whimpered as he fucked you harder, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. It was too much. He was always too much. And you loved it. You loved the way he used your body. You loved him.

“You want it?” he managed to grunt, and you could hear just how much effort that took.

It made you shiver.

You nodded into his shoulder. “Please,” you whimpered. You were unable to form any more words. You just kept whimpering that one word over and over and over again as his hips slammed into you.

He reached between you and awkwardly found your clit. He was thrusting too fast, too violently, to really do much, but he knew he’d hit the jackpot with the way your body twitched against him and that needy moan poured out of you. He slowed slightly, focusing on you. Your “please” got higher pitched. Then it caught in your throat. Then it all tumbled into one incomprehensible noise.

And then you spasmed around him. It felt like your entire soul was unravelling under his touch. The world outside his arms ceased to exist, there was only you and him and this almost endless feeling of pleasure. Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more it was joined by a warmth and the most beautiful sound you could ever hear.

Levi moaned your name.

After a moment he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He held himself deep inside you still. He panted into your shoulder.

Levi was not always the most obviously affectionate guy outside of sex. He’d squeeze your thigh or shoulder from time to time or lean down to peck your cheek briefly, but it was rare for him to initiate much more. In these moments where he moaned your name and held you tight, you felt so loved. It was a simple thing, but it meant the world. And it made it much easier to deal with your aching pussy the next day.

He held you, quiet and tight, his thumb gently stroking against your skin. With a sigh he pushed his face into your hair as you nestled into his neck.

“You better not have made a mess of my desk.”