#shaky breath and sweet sounds an my arms around their thighs to keep them from denying me access

[witherbythesword]

and I feel the oral fixation being so so strong in this chilli's tonight.

[artinvain]

abby being obsessed with doggy style bc she loves your ass + aftercare

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“go on, bend over for me baby,” and abby sighs as you do, arching your back and laying your face in the pillows so she can see your pussy glistening between your thighs. “good god,” she groans, grabbing both your ass cheeks and squeezing. moaning as she slaps each one abby whines and kisses them, soothing your ache before smacking you again. she chuckles when you grind back into her, “such a slut for pain huh?” abby’s breathing is ragged as she kisses from your ass cheeks, to the back of your thighs, she uses her thumbs to separate your sticky folds and — “look at as the mess my stupid, needy cunt’s made,” she whimpers, “you’re so pretty you know that baby? you know you’re my pretty, perfect fuck doll yeah?”

you push back onto abby’s face but she retracts, “tell me,” she commands and you whine embarrassed at the shakiness in your voice. “I’m your pr-pretty perfect doll - fuck!” you’re whimpering and trying to move but abby has an arm wrapped around your hips, her strong grip keeping you close to her face.

abby licks deep into your pussy, pulling your ass down on her face as her tongue circles your throbbing wet hole. “good girl,” she mumbles into you, sucking on your clit while grunting — her eyes rolling back at the pretty sounds you’re making. she can feel her hips bucking and snapping against the bed, the strap rubbing against her clit. she smacks your ass to hear you yelp and whine again as she slips a thick fingers into you, twisting and curling and sucking your clit until you’re shaking, your mouth agape as she hastens her pace.

“there you go baby,” she mumbles, her thumb taking over rubbing your clit as she kisses your ass with sticky lips. she rubs her warm hand up and down your back before smacking you again and making you push back against her finger. “another, another fingerplease,” you moan into the pillows and abby is all too eager to stretch you open with another finger, scissoring them. “good girl — asking for what you want. gonna stretch you out for my cock baby,” she moans biting your ass followed by another smack. “fuck I love your ass.” she declares holding onto one cheek to bring you back into her fingers. she fucks them into you over and over until you’re shaking, your legs ready to give out.

the needy blonde holds you up, her tongue going back to suck on your puffy clit, twisting her fingers and pushing them to the hilt. your mouth spews profanities you didn’t know you knew, trying to move against her until you grip the sheets, your body going tight and all at once releasing in a bout of euphoria.

“sweet girl,” she moans, wiping her cheek and sucking off your wetness, “made such a nice mess for me,” abby smiles and lines you up with her cock. “come on,” abby pulls your head up by your hair “bounce back on it,” abby smiles as you push yourself back against her, her strap stretching you, “fuck, yes — oh my god yea,” you groan. abby is so mesmerised by the way your ass shakes and tremors with every bounce, with every smack. “ah shit,” she moans, biting her lip and spreading you so she can see her cock being swallowed by your pussy, the sight makes her jerk, her hips lurching forward and you yelp as abby stays deep — rolling her hips. “abby m’gonna cum,” you whine as she hits your spot over and over until your legs do give out.

continuing to grind and hump you, she smacks your ass one last time before laying over you and you can feel the soft material of your sheets against your sensitive clit as she fucks you. “god please abby, please cum, feels so fucking good,”

abby whines at your words, cumming immediately holding you tight and kissing up your neck and shoulders, rubbing and massaging your arms. she stays inside for a bit, wanting to stay on top of you, want and safe like a blanket. “I wasn’t too rough was I baby?” abby asks, pulling out and kicking her strap off, “uh-uh” you mumble. abby presses a soft wet cloth to you, cleaning you up as well. “words baby,” she pleads as she massages your shoulders and back. “it was perfect abs,” you turn your head and smile, “come here,” she leans down and you kiss the creases on her forehead away.

“you’re amazing, thank you for taking care of me,” you smile and tug her down onto the bed with you, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her face.

[redcherrykook]

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content: thigh riding, bulge dry humping, praise, jk cums in his boxers, she cums on his boxers too, fingers in mouth, "doll, babydoll", very sweet and romantic lowkey, kissing

note from cherry: i wanna ride his thighs so bad (sorry for typos it's late)

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"you're my pretty girl" sweetly one of his hands comes up to stroke the smooth skin of your full cheek, caressing your jaw with the pad of his thumb

Leaning down, his decorated arm is wrapped around your waist protectively, pulling you close to the comfort place you have on his thick, muscular thigh

"my pretty doll, such a little treasure i have here" now in a luring whisper on your lips, he ghosts over them, barely- just softly grazing them, watching the shy smile creep up upon your face

"aren't you so sweet?" the touches of your warm, loving hands trace up his well build shoulders, stopping at the curve of his neck

"You're the sweet one" you tell him, bringing the joy to his face with an instant, a gentle smile plastered on the same lips he presses to yours in the same heartbeat, moving them amongst yours like you're fragile - breakable

"hmm.. cute" he mumbles, grazing your lips with his tongue, wishing to be granted entry,

you give it to him, parting your lips just enough for him to push his tongue in, engaging it with yours,

The heated kiss ends with his deep groan, aware of how your back arches forward to him, pressing your body an inch closer

his grip tightens, pushing you forward

"that feel good babydoll?" tiny mutters disappear into your skin, leaving his butterfly kisses down your neck,

you give in to his touch with a growing need, tilting your head for better acess,

you giggle a little- embarrassed that he caught on, rolling your hips against his firm thigh

you can feel him smile against your skin, his tattooed arm unwraps around you, the hand on your face also leaves your skin, instead, he helps your desperate little humps,

"i asked you somethin' " he says, his tone as playful as his hasty little pecks, all the way up your neck to your jaw

" 's really good" shyly whispering, you can't stop giving into the friction, the contact of your core with his muscle way too good to stop,

"yeah? this too?" his muscle flexes, increasing the hardness just when you make contact again, causing you to nod and moan out his name

He does it a few more times, the bulge in his pants straining inside his jeans, begging for friction, the sounds from your sweet, high voice filling his ears,

"kook, want more please"

he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek

"anything for my pretty doll"

you rid yourself of your bottoms, letting him take a look at your glistening cunt, arms wrapped back around his neck when you're done, strangely- an embarrassed blush paints your face

he bites his lip briefly, pulling his jeans just below his hips. The tip of his stiff, leaking cock peeking out from his black calvin's

Jungkook sits your down on his bulge, feeling your arousal wetting his boxes,

"that's so nice isn't it? so good on top of me"

you lean your forhead to his, the intimacy building rapidly- feeling his hot breath on your face, looking down at your joined bodies, meeting his leaking tip with your swollen clit

he hums, running his hands up your sides, the trail of slick along his boxers only getting deeper, gentle rolls of your hips getting messier- sloppier

"you're so hard baby- feels so fucking good"

"language babydoll" he chuckles, pecking your jaw,

your eyes roll playfully, pecking his nose just like he did for your jaw, before letting out a shaky sigh

he smiles, engulfing your lips in a sloppy, hasty kiss, mumbling sweet nothings into your mouth

"Mhmm.. so close" he parts from you, groaning and dropping his head to your small shoulder, savoring the intimate moment while his orgasms keeps building

"g'nna cum kook" you say, chasing after the friction on your clit, stimulated by how hus cock twitches- how wet and soft the fabric underneath you is

he pants, pecking your lips while letting himself go fully- cum running down the side is his tip, boxers soaking in your combined fluids

you stop too, the pleasure takes over, washing over your body- one of your shaky hands caresses his nuzzled head, whispering moans into his hair

heat rising to your face, the wet patch beneath you feels a bit uncomfortable now, so you shift off, sitting back on his now bare thigh- all of his body tenses, lifting his head from your shoulder

you expect him to talk to you, but he doesn't ,

he stares at you, lets his hands trail up to your cheek, cupping it with his palms on either side of your flushed cheeks,

his eyes stay on yours for what feels like an eternity, slowly- almost going unnoticed he flicks them down to your lips, then back up,

"I love you so much" jungkook whispers, letting your forhead rest on his once more

[baby-yongbok]

Let It Go

Boyfriend!Seungmin x Afab!Reader

♡ Genre - Smut - soft dom!Seungmin x sub!reader ♡ Word Count - 1.2k

“Listen, m’kay? I’m going to let you cum. I’m gonna let my sweet baby feel good but I need you to do something for me.”

♡ CW - light themes of bondage, use of sex toy(s), reader is called pup, puppy & baby, fingering (f rec.), multiple orgasms (f), [that should be all!] ✧ Masterlist ✧

You’re being so good. 

Seungmin watches you with a keen gaze, eyes scanning over your figure before landing on glistening amber. He loves you like this. Pliable, obedient, and soaking in his attention. It’s been a rough day. You called your lover while on the brink of tears just to ask him to come home to you. Just to ask him to own you. 

“You needed this?” He coos, squatting down to meet you at eye level. You meet his gaze, looking up from where you’re kneeling before him. “My puppy needed me to make her mind melt?” 

You hum, falling into a whine as you blink over at him. You’re biting the tip of your tongue as he watches you tremble against the vibrator laced intricately against your thigh to graze your sensitive bud. “You’re doing so well.” He cradles your cheek in his palm, running the pad of his thumb over the corner of your mouth. 

You smile into the touch, nuzzling deeper into the soft skin. A moan interrupts the moment, escaping your barely parted lips when his other hand moves the wand vibrator against your clit. “Seung.” You pant, eyelids fluttering shut as a jolt travels up your spine. 

“Yes, baby?” He tilts your chin up with the crook of his pointer finger. “What does my girl need?”

“W-wanna…cum.” The intensity of the vibrator is amplified the more he presses it against you. Your arms strain against the rope tying them behind your back, your hands balled into fists. “Please.”

“You’ll cum in a second.” He stands and you try to focus on the sound of his bare feet against the hardwood as he circles around you to distract yourself from cumming without permission. “Trust me, okay?”

All you can do is hum as you adjust your knees against the pillow under them, accidently pressing your clit against the vibe. Seungmin is quiet behind you, so quiet that you jump when his hand crawls over your collarbones to wrap around your throat. “Listen, m’kay? I’m going to let you cum. I’m gonna let my sweet baby feel good but I need you to do something for me.”

His voice is just above a whisper in your ear, coaxing sweet confirmations mixed with whines. “I want you to scream. I want you to scream nice and loud for me. Let go of everything, give it all to me. Can you do that?” 

Your thighs are shaking more and more with each passing moment. Your hands are tugging at the rope restraining them desperately as your boyfriend lightly presses the sides of your throat. “I can.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder. “I can do that.” You breathe out a shaky reply and Seungmin presses harder, giving you entry to the euphoria you’ve been longing for. 

“I know you can.” He whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. “Close, baby?” 

“So close.” Your hips are bucking now, humping into the wand as you try to keep yourself at the edge. “Do it for me.” His fingers press into the flesh of your neck just how you like it. Just how you need it. “Cum, give it to me.”

Your trembling at his command, eyes rolled back and jaw hung slack in a scream that would certainly have your neighbors concerned if they weren’t used to you and Seungmin’s antics. You’re bucking into the air, squirming in his hold while simultaneously spinning in space from the sweet press and release of his hand around your neck. “That’s it, there we go.” 

The overstimulation of the wand still laying against your clit has you thrashing. Tears gather and glisten at your waterline as your high builds all over again. “Sweet puppy had a long day, she can give me another one, can’t she?” 

“M-min, I can’t. I can’t!” You’re still screaming, your body is writhing against him violently, inadvertently hurdling you closer to a second climax. “Seungm- Seung please, please. I can't.”

A tear trails down your cheek and Seungmin kisses it away gently. He watches your every expression. He soaks in your every move. You’re so pretty like this. He finds you absolutely stunning when you fall apart for him. “One more, just one. Wan’ you to get it all out, pup.”

His arm wraps around your mid, draping across your stomach to hold you in place against him. His other hand finds your hole from the back. He presses his middle and ring finger against the sopping flesh of your cunt, sinking in at a torturous pace. “Fuck.” His fingers pump into you in languid strokes while his lips press feather light kisses along your jawline.

“One more. I know you can do it.” He nips at the skin, whispering gentle words against it. His voice makes you gush around him, the wet spot in the pillow beneath you serves as evidence of his affect. 

“Deeper.” You whimper, grinding down into his hand. “Deep, deep, please.” 

“Deeper, baby?” He repeats after you, cooing with a smirk. “Like this?” He sinks in to the knuckle, the pads of his fingers press forward against your g-spot and you’re losing it before he can even move inside of you.

“Holy shit.” With this orgasm Seungmin has to press you hard against him to hold you in place. The dual action of the vibrator on your clit and his fingers buried deep in your spasming walls has you seeing shapes that  you know aren’t real. Your vision is a mere memory as your eyes wander the white space behind your eyelids. 

“Fuck, that’s right, gimme all of it. All that you got, scream it for me.” His fingers fuck into you roughly, echoing the wet sounds of your slick through the room. The lewd squelches are covered up by your moaning and screaming. You allow yourself to melt against him, sinking deeper into his body until your legs come from under you and he scoops you into his lap. His fingers leave you empty, slowly sliding out to rub softly at your clit. 

You hadn’t even noticed the absence of the vibrator until his fingers occupied the space. The toy is discarded next to you, the nicely tied rope is half undone on your thigh. “Breathe nice and deep for me.” Seungmin kisses your forehead while his soaked fingers spread your slick over your swollen nub. 

“Puppy did so well for me. Did such a good job.” Your eyes are closed as he stares down at you. You’re focusing on coming down from cloud nine, trying your best to get your mind to comprehend his words. “Came so hard.” He runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick. 

“Min.” That’s all you can manage to whimper in your post fucked haze. “I got you.” He reassures, moving to untie your arms and finish off the knots on your thigh. “How’re you feeling?”

He cradles you in his arms, brushing the hair out of your face before moving his hand to rub gentle circles into the swell of your bare ass. “ ‘m okay.” 

“Feeling better?” He nuzzles into you, planting gentle kisses along the bridge of your nose until the tip of it meets the tip of his. He rubs his nose against yours, scrunching up his face to make you giggle softly. “Much better.” He plants a final kiss before pulling back. 

“That’s what I like to hear.”  

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When he eats you out 『18+』

Warning: please,If you are not comfortable with !nsfw! content do not read, if you are under 18 do not read.

Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, Sylus x reader

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Xavier led you to the plush couch in his living room, instructing you to lie down on your back. You couldn't help but blush as your thoughts raced, wondering what was he planning to do.

He knelt between your legs, his eyes never leaving your face. His hands slid up your thighs, lifting your skirt and sliding panties aside. A smirk played at his lips as he admired your wetness. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" He teased, his voice husky

He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to tease your clit. You gasped and arched your back, the sensation making you shiver. He continued to torment you, licking and sucking your clit, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours. "Tell me how good it feels baby. Tell me how much you want me to make you cum," he purred.

You moaned, the pleasure building up inside you. "Xavier, it feels amazing. Please, I need you to make me cum," you begged, your voice trembling.

He grinned, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He slid two fingers inside you, his tongue never wavering from your clit, that had you gasping your hips bucking in response. "That's it, let go for me, baby, Let me hear you scream my name" he purred, his fingers curling inside you.

It didn't take long before your body convulsed as you clame ,your cries of pleasure filling the room. Xavier continued to lick and suck on you, milking your orgasm until you were left panting and weak.

He pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face. "You're mine, aren't you, baby?" he asked, his hands gently stroking your thighs. You nodded, still trying to catch your breath legs shaky. Xavier leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "I love making you feel good."

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After a long and tiring day, you were sprawled out on the couch, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. Zayne walked in, seeing you in tired state, and his heart swelled with affection. He gently nudged you awake with a kiss on your forehead.

"How about I make you feel better, baby?" he whispered, his voice soft and gentle. You nodded, too tired to speak, and he helped you stand up. Guiding you to the bedroom, he pushed you onto the bed, your head fell back onto the pillows.

He knelt between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. "You had a long day, haven't you, baby?" He ran his fingers up your inner thighs softly, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "I'm going to make you feel so good, so relaxed" he promised, leaning in to kiss your inner thigh.

Then he moved his face burying it in your pussy ,tongue danced around your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. "You taste so sweet, baby. I could spend all night licking you," he said between licks. His fingers played with you, sliding in and out, while his tongue continued to tease your clit.

The room was filled with the sound of your moans and his soft whispers. "You're so wet, so ready for me. I love how you respond to me sweetheart." His tongue and fingers soon had you on the brink of orgasm. "Let go, y/n Let go for me," he purred, and with those words, you did.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as you cried out his name. Zayne continued to lavish attention on you until you were trembling, your body shaking from the intensity of your release. He kissed your thighs one last time before moving up and wrapping you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he cradled you in his arms caressing your back.

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You laid on the bed, the sheets tangled around your ankles, your legs parted invitingly. Rafayel with a devilish grin on his face, knelt between them. He gazed at you for a moment, taking in the sight before him, then lowered his head.

His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit, causing you to arch your back and let out a soft moan. "Mmm, you taste so good, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His tongue continued to circle and flick, driving you wild with pleasure.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. His fingers joined, slipping inside you, while his tongue continued to work magic on your most sensitive place.

He began to move his fingers faster, in and out of you, his thumb rubbing against your clit with each stroke. "Fuck, you're so tight around my fingers," he groaned.

Rafayel captured your clit between his lips, sucking gently, his fingers now curled to hit your sweet spot. "Say my name when you cum, baby," he purred, his voice husky.

You could feel the heat building up within you, the pleasure swelling with each touch from him. Your hips bucked against his mouth, and finally, you cried out, "Rafayel!" as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

He continued to pleasure you, lapping up your sweet juices, until you were writhing beneath him. then he pulled back, his own arousal evident, and he looked at you with lust. "That was just the beginning, baby," he breathed, his voice thick with hunger.

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Sylus guided you onto the back seat of the car, the cool leather against your skin. He sat you down and spread your legs giving him full access to your most intimate parts. The car's engine hummed softly, acting as a background beat to the night as he leaned in.

Before he started, he looked into your eyes, his own dark and intense. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you sweetie?" he asked, his voice deep. You nodded, your breath catching in your throat at his tone.

He didn't waste any time, his tongue diving into your already wet folds. He flicked at your clit, making you shudder. "So wet for me aren't you doll?" he said, his mouth still buried between your thighs.

His fingers joined his tongue, playing with you in ways that sent waves of pleasure through your body. "You want me to make you come, don't you, slut?" he asked, the word 'slut' tinged with affection and desire.

His fingers curled up, hitting your sensitive spot. "Tell me, y/n, that you're going to come for me," he purred.

"Yes Sylus I'm going to come for you," you gasped, the words tumbling out as your body tensed, reaching its peak. He continued his actions, milking every last bit of pleasure from you until you finally collapsed, panting and writhing, against the cool leather.

He pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good girl," he praised, his hand cupping your face as he leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss.

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Happy birthday Zayne!

[short-honey-badger]

Something new, my love

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

Summary: Mihawk wants to try something new with his sweet wife.

Warnings: Smut, lil dirty talk, teasing, cockwarming, Mihawk's a fiend

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You didn't know that this was what Mihawk had intended when he'd asked if you wanted him to read to you. Stupidity, you had jumped at the chance, excited to spend more time with the warlord. You didn't know that Dracule couldn't keep his mind off of you, his darling wife. How cute you looked prancing around in your too short skirt, sending him big, radiant smiles every now and then, as if you're reminding yourself that he's still there.

The warlord had taken you into his study, shutting the door behind the two of you and locking it shut. The loud thunk of the lock made shivers go down your spine. You watched him cross the room and settle down in his chair, long legs spread wide. You couldn't help but rake your eyes up and over them, and your body flushes with pleasure at the sight.

Mihawk isn't wearing his coat or hat, leaving him in just his open shirt and baggy breeches. He watches you from across the desk, ringed eyes narrowing when you linger nervously by the door.

“You can come closer, dear. I won't bite,” Mihawk teased, and you shook your head at yourself and closed the distance between the two of you.

You stop short when he raises a hand and suck in a sharp breath when you meet golden eyes that are dark with arousal. A sweat breaks out on the back of your neck, and you feel like a rabbit up for slaughter.

“Turn around, dear.”

You do as he says, trusting the warlord. You pick up the sound of fabric shifting, and then his hands are on your waist. Mihaek pulls you back carefully, stopping once the back of your thighs hit his chair. One hand smooths up your side by passing your chest, and two fingers come to stop at your lips. He taps them gently, and a shiver wracks down your spine when he whispers in your ear.

“Wet them for me.”

Your jaw drops, and Mihawk slides his fingers home with a soft sigh. Your lips wrap around the digits, tongue curling around them to slick them up as ordered. A whine leaves your throat when he suddenly presses down, the tips of his fingers drag against the back of your tongue, and you fight to not gag around them.

Dracule slips his fingers free with a lewd pop, a smirk of his handsome face as he admires the way your saliva sticks to his fingers. He drops his hand after a moment, and you shiver when his free hand shoves your underwear down and those spit slick fingers prod at your cunt.

“So wet, and I've not even touched you,” Mihawk coos when he presses his middle finger into the second knuckle. You clutch at the arm that's swung around your waist, cheeks flushing in pleasure, “Hardly have to prep you.”

A grunt forces itself from your mouth when he shoves the second finger in along the first. Slick build and slides down his hand as he finger fucks you, and you can't help the way you buck your hips and grind down on his hand.

Mihawk doesn't give you enough time to react after he pulls his hand away. You feel yourself being lifted, and then the wonderful feeling of being stuffed full. You toss your head back, resting against his chest as Mihawk pulls you flush against his front. You expect him to move, to bend you forward and fuck you against his desk like he's done before, but he doesn't.

The warlord's hands grip your hips tightly, making sure that you wouldn't be able to move beyond shifting in his lap. His cock drags against your walls perfectly, and you clench around his length in desperation for some kind of friction. Mihawk remains stubbornly still.

“...why aren't you moving?”

You can't see the devious smirk that curls Dracule's lips, but you do feel him kiss the back of your head, his arm tightening a fraction around your waist.

“I want to try something, my love. Let me?” Mihawk rumbles behind you, and you dip your head in a shaky nod. You'd do anything for your husband.

You watch with hooded eyes as he reaches forward, and the motion makes his cock drag along that spongy spot, making your pussy tighten and leak messily around where the two of you are connected. It happens again when he leans back into his seat to get comfortable. He cracks open his book, and you glance down to see neat stanzas. Poetry.

Mihawk's voice is a low timber when he begins to read, slow and steady, as if he didn't have his little wife pierced and shaking on his cock. He rocks his hips forward every now, his thick length dragging along your gummy walls and pushing so deep that the apex of your thighs twinges in slight pain.

On and on he the warlord goes, page after page. You end up relaxing after a while. A soft burn spreads from your core, leaving you heavy-lidded and loose-limbed. Even though it's been at least an hour, maybe more, you aren't sure, your husband's dick has yet to harden, and the sudden thought makes you clench around him, a soft curse falling from your lips.

Mihawk looks down at his dear wife, a proud smirk curling his lips. He's gotten through a quarter of the work, and he's gotten to spend time with you in a fashion more intimate than usual. He adored the way you relaxed against him, allowing him full control and trusting him implicitly.

Dracule relishes in the soft whine you make when he leans forward to return the chapbook to his desk after marking the page. His now free hand lands on your thigh, sneaking its way down to curl his finger under your knee and gently lift your right and then your left leg up to hook over his thigh. The sounds that fill his study are obscene when Mihawk grips your thighs and thrusts forward.

He grins, something feral and unlike the usually manicured man, when you grunt and gasp his name like a prayer. One hand slides down, and his fingers slick up with a combination of your creamy slick and precum. He pinches your clit between two fingers, stroking the throbbing nub, and your body goes taunt, tears leaking and clinging to your lashes as you cum around his cock.

“That's right, Darling. Take my cock like you're meant for it,” Mihawk coos sweetly, and his steady pace jerks, a low murmur of your name when he comes. Hot semen paints your walls, the warlord's hips stuttering as he slowly comes to a stop. Mihawk keeps you close to his chest, his lips pressed to the crown of your skull.

Dracule allows you the rest, before a mischievous thought crosses his mind and he leans forward, his softened cock beginning to harden again when your cunt sucks him in. He grabs the book and opens it to the page he'd marked.

“Let's continue, shall we, my love?”

[nottsangel]

Mirror sex w Rafe (enemies to lovers trope )

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, cursing, creampie

a/n: i wasn’t sure how to use the trope in a blurb so this is just mirror sex. i hope that’s ok!

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“My pretty, pretty girl” Rafe whispered into your ear as he pounded into you from behind, the sounds of skin smacking and your moans filling the room. Your hands firmly gripped the white sheets as you made eye contact with Rafe through the mirror in front of his king-sized bed. It felt slightly embarrassing, watching yourself like this in the mirror, but the way it turned you on was overpowering it all— the wetness from your cunt dripping down your legs.

His cock massaged your walls so perfectly, hitting your g-spot over and over again. It caused your head to fall down slightly with your eyes fluttering shut, but your head was upright again when he gripped your hair firmly and forced you to look at yourself. “Watch me fuck you like the little slut you are or I will stop, alright?” he ordered, his pace quickening into an unrelenting tempo.

“Y-yes” you mumbled, nodding when the words barely came out as he didn’t slow down his harsh movements one bit. He pulled your head up to get you closer to him, your back against his chest as his mouth sucked the flesh of your neck. “Good. Fucking. Girl”

You clenched around him at the praise, causing him to let out a cocky chuckle. He moved his hand over your boobs, gripping and massaging them forcefully before wrapping his hand around your hickey-covered neck, choking you slightly. You could sense he was close by the way his cock twitched inside of you and his thrusts became sloppier, desperately chasing his climax. Your orgasm was nearing as well, the pleasure building and your legs trembling.

“I want you to cum around my cock while you look at that pretty face of yours, yeah?” Rafe instructed as his hand moved to your core and rubbed slow circles on your clit, sending you over the edge. You let out a shaky breath right when you reached your high, your vision blurring while still trying your hardest to look into the mirror. Rafe wrapped an arm around you to hold you up while chasing his own climax, tears rolling down your cheeks due to the overstimulation you were experiencing.

“‘s too much, Rafe!” you cried out as he continued slamming into you at a brutal pace. “Shhh, it’s alright, sweet girl. Gonna fill you up so fucking good” Rafe groaned, tightening his hold on you and painting your walls with his warm cum while maintaining eye contact with you. A string of curse words left his mouth as he completely emptied himself inside of you, his cum mixed with your own wetness slowly dripping down your thighs. He let go of you and you instantly collapsed on the bed, your eyes fluttering shut. Rafe was completely out of breath as his chest moved rapidly up and down while his gaze was focused on your cum-dripping cunt with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Mine. You’re forever mine”

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[kingkat12]

REQUEST

Roman, consensually (or not…) using his power on you to make you cum whenever he tells you to. & or threatens to in public, because he’s a dick like that

oh, this made my mind wheel turn like crazy... this was such a fucking sexy imagine, thank you for this request!!🌸🙈 i went a little off board and might actually have to revisit this idea, so don't be shocked if i elaborate some day tihi🥸💜

meeting vibrations (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, voyeurism, sex toys, upir!roman, mind control, Roman using his powers for no good

summary: being the CEO of Godfrey Industries, Roman's growing ego allows him to put you in the middle of his latest fantasy-- watching you squirm as he controls the vibrator inside you during one of his business meetings.

word count: 852

I couldn't believe I had said yes to be put in this situation-- I had never expected to rope myself into something so risky.

As I sat in Roman's office on his ridiculously comfortable couch, my legs gave in to a tremble which I tried to remedy by pressing my thighs together. I bit down on my lower lip with power I didn't know I had, balling my fists in my lap as I did my best to stay composed. He had a meeting going on, after all; there were about eight other businessmen in the room who thankfully hadn't noticed the buzzing of the vibrator between my legs. This was a new one-- I wasn't sure what it was called, but I knew it had a part which went inside of me and an outer part which sucked at my clit. 

My hands gripped the couch as I glanced towards Roman, who seemed occupied with the documents he had just been presented. He was very discreet about the controller he had tucked up his sleeve, and every time he pressed his wrist against the arm of his office chair, my vibrator went up a level. Roman had always been very good at hiding his emotions, and I knew that there was no way he'd be the one to slip up in this situation-- which is exactly why I had to keep my mouth shut. This was especially hard to do when I shifted in my seat; I realized the trembling I was suppressing in my legs was moving up into my hands as the vibrator shifted inside of me. Suddenly, it was pressed directly against my sweet spot, and my breath hitched as my walls fluttered around the device.

Roman's green eyes immediately found mine, sending me a stern look; I could practically hear him telling me to keep it down. He could read me better than anyone ever had, and I was convinced he knew how much I was struggling to stay contained and poised with the constant stimulation against my cunt. However, I knew this was the satisfying part for him-- watching me quietly writhing around in pleasure, the way my eyelids grew heavy as I held my breath, trying to keep down every little noise that begged to spill past my lips.

I was glad to keep his gaze, especially when Roman let slivers of a knowing smirk slip past his composed demeanor. He sat back in his chair with a comfortable manspread, running his fingers through his gelled hair with the same arm in which he had hidden the button to my vibrator. It felt like a tease, a show of power, and everything about it served as a reminder that he could make my situation a lot worse in an instant. He had to look away from the squirming mess I had become on the couch to answer a question from one of his associates, and I realized I had been holding my breath. 

Once again, I wondered why I had said yes to this-- Why had I allowed Roman to do this to me? If he hadn't convinced me while we were having sex yesterday, I was sure I would've at least found some sort of compromise? Everything about this was insanely risky; if the businessmen somehow found out, if one of them suddenly pointed out the buzzing sound coming from his blushing girlfriend, the both of us would be absolutely screwed. 

It only got worse when I shifted once more, my heart thudding hard in my chest as the vibrator pressed up even closer to my clit, the vibrations making me let out a shaky breath. The shaking of my leg returned, no matter how much I fought it-- I inwardly begged for mercy from all the possible deities in the world to keep the businessmen from turning around and seeing my wrecked state. My pleading eyes found Roman's, watching him suppress his devilish smirk against the palm of his hand to hide it from his associates. 

I could reconcile with my stupidity and the way I had agreed to this, but I definitely couldn't forgive myself for not remembering my one rule during any of our risky sexcapades-- don't look into his eyes for too long. It was definitely not the smartest thing to do when your boyfriend was a upir capable of literal mind-control. 

It didn't take long before it became impossible to look away from Roman's green gaze; this was the first sign that he had roped me in, ready to utilize his powers. Everything about it caught me off guard-- I had never expected him to do it with other people in the room or in public. 

Nonetheless, I should've expected it from him. My nails dug into the couch as I swallowed a choked moan, crossing my legs as Roman tilted his head down, staring at me through his brows with his green eyes dripping with absolute power.

It was impossible to look away, and Roman didn't have to utter a single word for my body to comply with his mind-control orders; cum. 

[jobean12-blog]

Helping Hands

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 704

Summary: Joel's working on fixing something that you'll love but as soon as you come to see what it is he gets distracted...in the best way.

Author's Note: This is just 700 words of pure indulgence because these small moments are everything for me and if I had Joel I wouldn't want his hands anywhere but on me all the time and I love when two people just can't get enough of each other and just the smallest touch is everything. Anyway hehe thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluffy fluff

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

“What are you working on?”

Joel’s head whips up at the sound of your voice and he blinks, clearly pulled from concentration.

“What’s that darlin’?” he asks, his attention now completely focused on you.

His gaze wanders slowly down your body and he leans back in the chair, smoothing his large hands over his spread thighs.

With a gentle smile you walk to the table and lean your hip against the edge.

“I was wondering what you were up to.”

“Oh,” he says with a lopsided smile. “I found this old record player and I was going to try to get it to work again but it’s a mess.”  

Your face brightens at the thought of hearing music.

“I know,” he says with understanding. “I’ll do my best.”

You lean in and kiss his scruffy cheek and with your lips still pressed to his skin he turns his head and finds your mouth, whispering softly, “wanna help?”

“Me?” you ask as you pull away slightly. “Are you sure? I have no idea how to use tools or anything.”

Laugh lines appear around his eyes and then he pats his big, thick thigh.

“Get over here.”

You drag your teeth over your bottom lip and move around him to climb onto his thigh. You can feel the rough material of his jeans on your skin and every flex of his muscle.

With a shaky inhale you scoot back and get comfortable.

He wraps his left arm around your waist and secures you against his chest.

“Ok hold this,” he instructs before pointing to the needle on the record player.

He then grabs the screw driver and begins unscrewing something with his right hand. When it pops off he sets it down and studies the machine.

“Hmm…” he muses. “We might need parts…good thing I have this old thing.”

He leans forward to grab the old radio on the table. The warmth and weight of his body is so welcoming that you let out a contented sigh and snuggle closer.

“Where did you get that?” you ask, turning your head to find him only a breath away, his dark brown eyes trained on your mouth.

The arm wrapped around your belly flexes and his large hand splays along your skin.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that,” you murmur. “I want this thing fixed.”

“Thought that’s what we were doin’ angel,” he smirks.

“If you keep this up it’ll never get fixed.”

“Keep what up?” he asks with feigned innocence even as his hand slowly slides along the curve of your body.

You melt against him as warmth spreads across your skin.

“Joel,” you breathe out.

“It’ll get fixed darlin’…but it’s hard to concentrate now.”

“Well that’s your fault,” you whisper. “You asked for help.”

His calloused fingertips ghost over your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and then find your neck, trailing along the delicate skin until he’s pressing them under your chin and tilting your face closer.

“Joel,” you hum with one last weak attempted warning as your eyelids flutter closed.

“Hm?” he grunts as he brushes his lips to yours.

“Thought you wanted help.”

He pulls back and traces his thumb over your lips.

“This is helping.”

His hand slides to the back of your neck and wraps around it before he tugs you down to his mouth.

Your own hand smooths up and over his chest and your fingers curl into his hair, giving it a sharp tug.

“Angel,” he growls.

He stands in one swift motion and takes you with him, gently letting you slide down his body until your feet hit the ground, his mouth still on yours.

With sure steps he walks you backward toward the wall and pins you there with his large frame.

You let out a moan of his name and reach your fingers under his shirt to feel his skin.

He rests his hands on either side of your face, sweeping his thumbs softly over your closed eyes.

“I promise,” he starts on a murmur before kissing the corner of your mouth. “I’ll get it fixed.”

His lips are just a breath away, his nose lightly brushing yours…” just need you first darlin.’ Please.”

@lorilane33 @hiddles-rose @littleseasiren @kmc1989 @blackwidownat2814

[fl0w3r-33]

“Stop Moving…”

summary:your sitting on your boyfriends lap and try teasing him a bit…..

WARNING: smut, fem!reader x dom!chris, fingering, p in v, unprotected(wrap it up kids), squirting, spanking,ma, mama , baby, sweet girl, nicknames, aftercare!

a/n : if you this it’s bad i’m sorry 😭😭 ( not proofread😬 )

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“hey guys i’m here!” I say walking in the triplets house to see them all sitting in the living room watching a movie. I walk over and dap up Matt and gave Nick a hug before making my way over to Chris. “Hey baby c’mere.” He says while patting his knee motioning for me to sit. I sit down with a smile feeling a kiss on my cheeks from him.

As the movie goes on everyone’s getting tried , I move back closer to chris to get more comfortable with a deep exhale. His hands flew to my waist with a low groan, you can feel his breath on your neck and that’s making the heat between you legs grow. I move my hips again just to tease him, his grip tightens “stop moving…..” he wimper from the nook of my neck. You feel something rubbing up against your inner thigh. “Chris, can you move your phone?”I whisper back to him. “That’s not my phone mama.”

“Alright Ima go, i’m tired a shit!” Matt says walking toward the fridge, grabbing a root beer. “yea same here, night yall” Nick says giving me and smiling walking to his room. “night!” Chris tells trying to cover up his yk problem. “Come on let go to my room.” He groans with winking at me.

I turned the door knob to Chris’ room walk over to his closet well he lays down on his bed facing me. I feel his eyes on me i chose to give him little show. I slipped out of my shorts and my shirt, “accidentally” dropping one of his shirts then excessively bent over to grab it .I heard movement behind and a few little sounds from Chris but ignored it.I felt a hand snake around to my inner thigh missing with the hem of my underwear. “Yk, what you doing to me baby?” he asked pressing his hard on to my ass. “ No?” i giggle, acting clueless.

I wiggle out of his grip and slightly run over to his bed and pull the covers over my head. I felt the weight in the bed shift and feel his hand running up and down my body. “ Baby it’s 12:26am, go to sleep.” i whispered/ yell and him. “ You can’t tease me like that then go to sleep” he sits up on the bed. I didn’t answer. I kick on our covers turning over and palming him through his pants. “Fuck” Chris says with a low shaky voice. “Take your pants off” he says leaning down to my face giving me and long kiss while i struggling to pull them down. He starts rubbing my clit. I gasped and that gave him access to slip his tongue in my mouth kissing me deeper. “God your so fucking wet, it from me right ma” he said while moving his long fingers up and down my folds. “Yes Chris, it’s from you” struggling to get that answer out. “ Good girl” he slips two fingers in me. i moan loudly, gripping his arm casually him to cover my mouth. “ As much as i love those pretty moans of yours, you need to keep it down. We don’t want them hearing us do we?”hes said breaking the kiss and look down at my naked half.

“Chris please” i whimper. “Please what baby tell me” he said curling his fingers inside off me. “ Please go f-faster” i blurted out. He speeds up a lot quicker than I intended. I’m a moaning mess while feel a knot build up in my stomach, clenching around his fingers. “ Aw are you close” he pouts and me. I nod while trying to not moan to loud. “ Words mama, let me hear you” he curls his fingers on my g-spot. “ Fuck yes Chris” i say squirm lifting up my hips. He smirks pushing down on my stomach and holding his hand there. “fuck chris i’m so close” I say leaving scratches on his arms. “ I know baby, you’re doing so well sweet girl” he says quickening his pace. “The sudden praise pushed you over the edge, squirting all over his hand and forearm moaning his name constantly. “ Good fucking girl.” he praised landing a slap on my sensitive clit. My legs start to slightly shake as i’m coming out of my high.

“Can i ride you?”i asked in a soft voice while still breathing heavily. “Yes please” he says placing me on his lap. I pull my shirt over my head, letting my boobs spill out in front of his face. I felt his dick twitch through his thin boxers. “How are you so pretty “ he says not even hiding the fact that he’s looking straight at them.He pulls me closer putting one i’ve them in his mouth and squeeze the other ones. “ Fuck omg” i say with my eyes closed, starting to bounce on his clothed dick. I turned around so my ass is facing him and he giving it a hard slap. I jolted forward. I put my hand in his boxers, grabbing his dick and pulling it out earning little groans from him. “ Fuck just sit on it. You weren’t scared infrount of my brothers earlier” with another hard slap on my ass. i turned over sinking down slowly on his dick. “Fuck your too big” i say putting my hand into his hair leaning over to giving him access to my boobs again. “ You feel so good mama. i love this pussy so fuckin much” he says through gritted teeth. I moan his name arching my back making him hit my spot better. “Fuck mama keeps going” Chris says grabbing my tits. I start clenching around him feeling his dick twitch inside me. “Mmm i s-so close Chris.” i say my legs giving out and the thrusts start to get sloppy. “Cum with me sweet girl.” Chris said grabbing my waist to keep me stable.I scream into his chest letting my body fall. He thrusts in my a few more times before lifting me off of him. “Shit baby you didn’t so good. Are you ok?” he asks standing up. “ Yes thank you baby”

He walks back over with a towel cleaning up his and my cum. “ So it’s late sleep and i’ll run us a bath tomorrow morning?” he asks handing me clothes and laying down next to me. “ Aw that sweet, yes that would be nice” i say pulling his shirt over my head.I got comfortable in his arms relaxing and closing my eyes. “ I love you baby” i say. “ I love you so much more ma” he croaked from behind me as we drifted to sleep…..

@junnniiieee07

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: porn without plot, fingering (fem!rec), heavy make outs, kind of descriptive smut?

mndi

My lips reluctantly pull away from his, lashes fluttering closed. My hands find comfort in his soft, brown hair, my fingers dancing through the strands softly. It's quiet, quick breaths the only sound in the dark room. The position I'm in is vulnerable, yet comforting, as I straddle Stiles's thighs on the end of the bed. He kisses my jaw softly, causing my head to be tilted up at his actions. My voice lets out a hum of approval, my aching core begging for attention. Yet, I am patient-- the feeling of his plush lips causes my body to relax. My teeth catch my bottom lip in a tight hold, moans that lye deep within me clawing up my throat to be released. When he finds my sweet spot under my jaw, they escape as my mouth lye's agape, eyes squeezing shut. The vibration of his hum causes the hair on the back of my neck to stick straight up, goose bumps scattered across my legs and arms. My hands grasp the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle, as if they were molded for one another. Now this, this I could live off of if oxygen didn't exist.

I didn't feel his hand sneak down from my waist until it gently slipped into my thin panties, the coolness of his fingers causing my body to jolt slightly. I moan quietly into his mouth as he runs his fingers through my slick folds, my legs shaking slightly at the new feeling. As his fingers slide back up to my clit, he slowly circled the bud, core clenching around nothing. My lips detach once again, as I let out a shaky breath; foreheads connected. His index finger slowly dipped into my core, just barely, before running it through my folds again. This excited a moan from my shaky voice, fingers tensing in his hair. His other hand laid firmly on my hip, his eyes looking down to watch his fingers work. The corners of his lips quirked up, lips softly reattaching themselves to my soft neck. The feeling was overwhelming, but so comfortable and safe at the same time.

I knew that I could be patient, his fingers circling just a little faster, although the thought of them curling inside me made my breath shaky. He was teasing--yes, but at the same time I wanted him to be slow. I wanted him to pull me over the edge again, and again. My thoughts seemed to be answered as his fingers circled faster on my throbbing clit. What was breathing? I couldn't. Not with his soft lips sucking gentle red spots on my neck, not with his delicate fingers giving me pleasure. Moans rushed out of my mouth, running over each other, begging to be the loudest. I whispered pleas alongside his name, sti, please, please... The feeling was unreal, out of this world. If I could, this is how I would die, in his arms, every part of him connected to mine. He pulled apart from my neck to watch my face in the moonlight, fingers determined to push me over the edge. But god when he... when he slides two of them in? Fuck. He curled, and curled until my legs shook, my fingers gripped his hair, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he whispered pretty nothings in my ear. It was then, when he pulled me over the cliff, and I wanted him to save me, heal me...and do it again. He rode out my high, as if to ease the fall. He watches me, observing an angel fall down from heaven, and give him the eyes to bring her back up, just to fall back down to him again. He swore he'd never seen someone so beautiful, so angelic and merciful.

Small beads of sweat clung onto my forehead, body limp and held by her savior. He watches as her eyes flutter open, caressing her pink cheeks. She hums, happy and smiling, looking into his eyes of curiosity. With steady breaths, she holds his cheeks, watching him kiss the palm of her hand. "Hi," he whispers, a cheeky smile on his face. "Hi," I breath out, my legs twitching slightly from the aftershock. "Do you want to keep going, or are you done?" He asks softly, eyes searching mine for and answer. I stay silent for a moment, catching my breath. "Keep going please," I finally answer, running thumb across his cheek. I smile softly, wrapping my legs around his hips, before slowly standing up, walking to the side of the bed to lye me down. The bed sinks a little from the weight, his lips attached to mine as he rubs small circles on my hips. I pull back and look into his eyes, fingers lightly scratching down his bare back. "Stiles," I whisper softly, as to not startle him. He hums, slowly undoing his belt. "I think I love you." He pauses his actions, lips opening slightly before closing again. "I mean, I know I love you," I softly whisper, the words sinking in. Although it probably should, his silence doesn't startle me, make me question saying that to him--but I don't. He kisses me far more passionately than before, and that's all I needed to know.

[sideblog-ver3]

pleasure eating (18+)

(steddie) (club bang) (big dick steve) (spider webs)

“i am the happiest creature in the world. perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. i am happier even than jane; she only smiles, i laugh.” the words got a bit blurry after that.

he kept teasing you. his lips were kissing you over your panties, the cotton growing wet from spit and arousal. you rolled your lips as your fingers split between worn pages. the bottom of your tank top riding up higher as steve’s hands pushed the fabric closer to your chest, knees bent with socked feet sitting along his moving shoulder blades.

his pointed nose toyed with your lonely clit, just a small barrier keeping you from that bliss that’s bubbling in your lower stomach. your breath hitched, eyes fluttering, “ste- steve…” just saying his name.

he leaned just an inch away, his breath ghosting over you as he huffed for a moment, “yes, baby?” acting like he didn’t know what you were needing in this moment.

you licked your lips and shifted your hips slightly, “can- can you take my underwear off? and- and actually…” not feeling brave enough to say the words aloud.

steve hummed as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your inner thing, really close. “and actually what?” but he did allow his fingers to hook into the band and start to tug them free, not even bothering to lift your hips up.

you didn’t want his teasing any longer, “eat my pussy. please?” laying your book open on your chest so you can look down at him.

his ruffled growing hair sticking in different directions and his lips wet, you released a shaky exhale at the sight. he smiled cockily, “all you had to say.”

immediately his mouth devoured at your hole, his tongue swiping and poking. his sculpted nose adding that extra touch, his warm palms rubbed over your stomach. he hummed at your taste, you panted at his exquisite pleasure he was providing you.

“yes, yes, oh. oh, more- more tongue.” you threw your head back to the arm rest of your small couch. book forgotten as you let your digits curl into steve’s hair and hold into a vice grip, thrusting your hips for more relief.

when a sweet nip to your clit made you gasp, you saw how steve was rubbing himself against the couch. his cock lonely and forgotten, but you know he gets off from just eating you. you’ll give him a treat after yours.

the pleasure was starting to build, feeling more tight and hotter. your thighs shook as you tried to keep them open, but submitted to them snapping shut against the side of steve’s head. he’s probably enjoying the tight space.

“ste- steve, yes, yes. i- i’m gonna-“ you didn’t finish as that wave crashed the shore and you screamed in ecstasy, back arching into the air.

he kept sucking away, not giving up even as you squirmed in a growing pain from a possible second orgasm. sounds of ‘ah ah ah’ and small cries kept the living room noisy, along with steve’s loud eating and his own moaning.

just when it was too much to bear steve pulled his mouth off and sunk his teeth into your inner thigh, that second orgasm was pulled out. “your such a good boy,” whispered as you stroked his face when you saw the shine over his chin and milky cum leaking from his tip when he sat up.

you threw your book to the ground and pushed yourself into him so he was now laying down. his thick cock between your bodies as you tasted yourself on his devilish tongue. you let your right hand drop to his lonely, red cock and wrapped your fingers snug around him. he hissed.

“gonna give you another since i got two,” breathed into him mouth as you started to kiss down his neck.

you started slow, teasing him like you did earlier. his cum acting as the lube and your added spit glob when you started to work faster, tugs getting stronger when you tried to let your fingertips meet around his girth. his stomach clenched with each shallow breath he took, his happy trail growing darker each day.

“close, i’m- i’m close.” he whispered, nails digging into your hips as he held you close.

“just let go for me. want to see that pretty cum of yours, gonna let you fill me up later.” and that got him to groan deeply, hips rutting with your thrusts. he shot over your fingers and his lower stomach, a picture imprinted into your mind.

you leaned in so your tongue could get to work cleaning him up, his sensitive tip twitching with the warm hole of your mouth. “good boy,” giving it another sweet kiss

[ladydiaries]

can i request valentino x bimbo reader🤭🤭 do whatever you want with that thank you

Bimbo! Doll .ᐟ—જ⁀➴ ˚ ༘

CW; minors do not interact, 18+ content, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, sub reader, pet play, gun play, oral fixation, overstimulation, choking, size difference, Valentino is his own warning. NSFW under the cut!

SUMMARY; Valentino spoiling and reprimanding his sweet bimbo reader

HCS + RAMBLES

AUTHORS NOTE; congrats on being my first request ily anon *🫶 no specified gender was made so I will make this as GN! as possible.

Valentino is far from a soft lover, he's nasty and mean but he cannot help but spoil his favourite star, you. Such a good starlet for him, taking men and women like it's nothing. He prizes you for your naivety, innocence. Which is a gem in a disgusting place such as hell. Wishing nothing but to corrupt your brain and every orifice on your plush body.

Valentino who gives you, and only you, water and snacks after sets. Valentino who buys you every little gem and pricey shelf you desire. Valentino who argues with employees when a store claims they don't have something in your “size”.

And the best part is that you're too dumb to know that it's all part of a bigger puzzle. Spoiling you rotten to encourage your obedience, codependency. You don't even realise he's the one feeding you, brushing your teeth in the mornings and detangling your hair for his and only his benefit. Perhaps ignorance is bliss.

Blissful as he drags you by your love handles down onto his cock. Putting his cigarette out on your lower back, set of arms keeping your hips where he wants them. Listening to the sweet sound of initial yelp and your pained whimpers before hunching over you. Sharp teeth against your earlobe as he whispers nasty things, accent running thick with desire. Running his mouth with all sorts of sweet pet names.

“Fuck yourself back onto me, Conejito. Let me feel your passion, how much do you want me? Show me."

His tip dragging against your walls with sweet vigour. Breath shaky, antennae twitching, and wings, wings unfurling. Velvety wings. Focused on ruining you until you can't breathe, until you fail to make coherent sentences. The familiar red smoke lingering heavy in the air, making you dizzy.

Imagine sitting at his feet like a good mutt. You look so pretty under him, so small. Pink blinged collar (he decorated it himself) snugly around your neck. His long fingers pressed against the trigger of his signature gun, his most gorgeous gun, for you of course. Working the thick barrel into your leaking mouth. Choking and sputtering. Drooling like an animal, almost as wet as your cunt. He tsks "Making a mess all over my carpet, puta de mierda, you're better then this." he purrs. Tip of his heeled shoes nestling in between your thighs. (he will make you clean it up later)

Cannot end this without thinking of his pretty wings. I believe you'd be one of few people he would let into the embrace of them. Possessive. Letting you sit pretty on his lap once you're done working, wings embracing you as his chin sits neatly against your shoulder. Gaze stuck onto the other actors as he still had a long night ahead of him. Nothing serious as long as he had his angel by his side.

[anemptypuddingcup]

contains public fingering and hand kink. and opla zoro.

You shivered as his hands trails along your thigh, feeling along the softness of your skin. Feeling the rough skin along your soft thigh made you shiver with arousal.

“U-Uhm…Y-You’re really turning me o-on…r-right now Zoro.”

“Oh really? What is it about me that’s turning you on precious? Tell me.”

You trembled and exhale shakily as his thick and rough hand gripped the fat of your thigh, his hand trailing along the soft skin of your inner thigh and teasing you with his fingers. You let out a little sigh as he smirks and looks down into your eyes before blinking blankly.

“Well? What’s turning you on pretty girl? I wanna know.” He asked, his hand trailing up higher between your inner thighs. You gasp out as you felt a thick finger prods at your clit, and you tremble slightly as he rubs your sensitive swollen pearl. “You’re teasing me Zoro~” You exhale shakily as you felt his other arm wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

He smirks and snicker. “Don’t act like you dislike it woman, you like my hands don’t you?” He whispers to you, his voice making you shiver with delight and arousal. “Mmh~ I love them s’much Zoro~” You mewl to him, a little squeak leaving your lips as you felt his other hand grip your thigh again. He chuckles and slides his hand underneath your thigh and lifting it up, his digits now teasing at your entrance.

“Z-Zoro!~ S-Someone might see us- Mh!~” You whine out shakily as you felt him plunge his digits into your cunt, a shaky breath leaving you as you felt his fingertips kiss your g-spot. “Hm?~ You were the one who said I was turning you on, don’t try and get scared now…” He teases you, a chuckle leaving him as he heard you mewl out once again.

“Mmh! F-Fuck! Y-Your fingers~ P-Please Z-Zoro~” You gasp, your toes beginning to curl while your sandals began to slide off. You grip his forearms tightly, your nails scratching against his skin while you bit your bottom lip tightly. “Look at your pussy sucking in my fingers, you better keep your voice down…” He whispers, causing your walls to cling to his digits. The sounds of your warm walls sucking and taking his fingers only turned him on even more, making him year to just stuff his dick deep in your sweet cunt.

“Z-Zoro!” You gasp out as you felt yourself wanting to cum, his fingers scissoring around deep inside of you. “Gonna cum already? You want the others to hear you squirt on my fingers?” The movements of his fingers increases speed, a sudden gasp leaving you before you quickly cover your mouth to muffle your moans. “You’re right there aren’t you?~ Go on and cum on my fingers pretty girl.” He whispers to you, giving you a sly smirk.

You whimper out and began squirming uncontrollably, a few gasps leaving you as you felt yourself ready to cum on his fingers. “Mmgh! M-Mhh!~” You arch your back and throw your head back as your walls flutter around his digits, a loud mewl leaving you as you finally squirt and release on his fingers.

Zoro hisses at the warmth tightness of your pussy around his finger, your grip making him grow hard in his pants as he begin to prods and pulsate against your back. “Ohh fuck, you look so fucking hot~ My pretty woman squirting out all over my fucking jeans like that.” He huffs, shoving his digits farther inside of you making you yell out a bit suddenly.

“Now you’ve turned me on, all those sexy moans and you squirting like that…I wanna fucking see you do that on my fat cock now.”

You moan out in desire, wiggling your hips against his crotch and practically bagging him to fuck you. “Please Zoro, my pussy wants more than just your thick and large fingers~” You pout to him, a sudden groan leaving his lips as he felt you grind your hips against his hardened cock.

“Don’t worry woman, I’ll fuck you just how you want me to, or maybe until you can’t stand up. Bend over the fucking sofa. Bend over right fucking now.”

He removes his fingers from your slit and you stood up before bending over on the soft cushions of the sofa. “Fuck me Zoro~ Please fuck me so good~ I-I want your dick deep inside of me so badlyy~” You whine, begging him to fuck you.

“You keep acting like this and I’ll fuck you in front of the whole crew, naughty fucking girl.”

[teyums]

we need softdom!neteyam 😩

pairing: adult!neteyam x fem!navi reader

warnings: mdni 🔞 softdom!neteyam, petnames, slight daddykink, description of events wc: 638

“Why don’t I take these off for you, hm? How’s that sound?” Neteyam’s sultry voice silks through your eardrums, your lips wetting with saliva as your eyes flutter to a close, arms thrown over your head and mind melting into a puddle of fantasies while you yearn for all he’s going to do to you.

Long fingers hook under the band of your loincloth, his breath warm as his open mouth ghosts over the unblemished skin of your neck. It won’t last for long, though. Neteyam takes pride in garnishing your skin with endless examples of his love for you— declarations the hopeless warriors who pine after you will be able to recognize with ease.

Your hips lift for him and your tweng is swiftly tugged down and off your body, a low hum of approval rumbling his chest. You’re silent in your compliance but immediate, and it makes Neteyam groan in anticipation, sharp canines grazing just below your jaw while the space in his own covering depletes with each passing second.

“You’re such a good girl for me, yawne (beloved). Such a good girl.” He purrs, a knee wedging between your trembling legs to part them as he hovers over you, watching you writhe beneath him in want, like you need his touch to be able to breathe.

He applies pressure just where you want it and a gasp sputters from your throat, back bowing and nails sinking into the smooth skin of his forearm. A large hand caresses your cheek, just before his thumb dips into the shaky ‘O’ your agape mouth has formed.

The sound of your delicious little mewls are muffled as your lips close, coming to a pucker around his digit, but it’s worth it when he sees the look in your eyes as you look up at him, wet tongue swirling around his thumb, just like it would to the tip of his cock and he’s starting to second guess his plan of taking his time with you.

Your swollen, slick-moistened clit rolls over the area above his knee and you squeal, brows bunching in the middle, a desperate plea for him to give you more than what you’re getting. The exigency for release is starting to become more than you can bear, your hips struggling to buck towards his as a strong hand keeps them planted.

“Shh, my love. Don’t worry, you know I’ll take care of you.”

You do know, and that’s exactly why you want it so bad.

He begins kissing his way down your torso, intense eyes never breaking contact with yours as he leaves a dampened trail along your stomach while he descends. He stops just at your navel, tonguing at the skin there because he knows it drives you crazy, and his theory is only proven when your hand sinks between his braids and keenly tugs at them.

“Neteyam, please…”

“I know, I know.” He chuckles lightly, licking his lips as he positions himself to lay on his stomach, a full view of your glistening cunt on display and you shudder when he growls. It’s primal, feral, and has your pleasure-famished hole clenching around nothing, to which his eyes glint with hunger in response to.

He’s got the underside of your thighs in his hands, keeping them open for him because he would hate to be interrupted when you involuntarily bring them to a close around his head. His nose scrunches slightly as he takes a large, long inhale, and he holds the intake of your enthralling scent in his nostrils before he exhales loudly, tail flicking behind him excitedly.

“I can smell you, sevin (pretty). So sweet… May I have a taste?”

You’re not sure why he asked, the answer is always the same. Maybe just to hear the impatient split of your voice when you muster out a response, or to witness the pool of arousal that seeps down between your legs and onto the cot because he asked you so nicely. You know he’s going to take it regardless, because the flat of his tongue is already lapping at the slick smeared on the skin of your inner thigh, eyes that of a man hungry and starved, and it only makes you wetter for him.

“Words, babygirl.” Neteyam demands, voice soft yet stern, and you whine, legs spreading further.

“Yes, daddy.”

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[brownbearwrites]

clean laundry | Carl Grimes

carl grimes x reader

warnings: angsty fluff, carl talks about lori. this is the first ever fic i've written for carl, so my characterization of him might be a little off!

You let out a content sigh at the feeling of soft cotton fabric slipping over your arms and torso, the clean scent of freshly washed laundry filling your senses. Alexandria was like a dream come true. After spending weeks on end on the road, not knowing if or when you’d next find clean water, something as simple as clean clothes felt luxurious to you. You’d been here for almost two weeks now, and still, you sometimes struggled to believe that this was all real. That you were actually able to take warm showers, sleep in a plush bed, and cook on a stove. That you could rest. Of course, you never knew how much longer this would all last; that threat always seemed to loom over you. Even so, you were hell-bent on enjoying life in Alexandria for as long as you possibly could.

Behind you, the door to your bedroom creaks open, interrupting your moment of peace. You turn your head, Carl’s eyes meeting yours from where he’s perched against your door frame.

“Hi,” he says, cracking a smile you can’t help but return.

You reciprocate his greeting, beckoning him into the room with a wave of your hand. “Weren’t you supposed to be watching after Judith?” you ask him.

Carl shakes his head no as he unceremoniously throws himself down onto your bed, “Michonne finished her watch early, so she came to take over from me. I thought I might as well come over and see you”.

“How sweet of you,” you respond, turning to face him. Carl reaches out to you, his hand resting at the juncture of where your calve and thigh meet. His thumb rubs the exposed skin below your shorts, his touch soft and gentle. He carefully tugs you towards him, and you easily allow yourself to be pulled down to sit down on the bed next to him. You brush some stray hairs away from where they were obscuring his eyes, tucking them behind his ears.

“Jessie has been trying to convince me to cut it off,” he confesses to you. You see the uneasiness on his face clear as day. Sometimes Carl was like an open book, you thought. It was just always so easy to figure out exactly what he was thinking. Or, more likely, you just knew him a little too well.

You shake your head, your hands inching up to stroke through your boyfriend’s brown locks, “You don’t have to cut it if you don’t want to, you know? She can’t make you”. You smile at him, leaning down to kiss him, “I think the long hair looks good on you, anyway”.

Carl laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you toward him. You give in, letting your body slot against his, and your head coming down to rest on his chest. Like this, you can hear the gentle thumping of his heartbeat. For a while, neither one of you speak. The only sounds in the room are your soft breaths and the distant voices that drift in from outside through the open window. You allow your eyelids to slip shut, fully enjoying the peace of this moment.

Below you, Carl takes in a shaky breath. “It reminds me of my mom,” he softly tells you.

You let out an inquisitive hum, giving him the freedom to elaborate.

“She cut my hair for me back at the quarry. It was right after my dad found us again, remember?” he says, waiting for you to nod before continuing, “she used to do that for me all the time, even before all the walkers and stuff. She’d sit me down on the porch steps and just start chopping away at me. I used to hate it”.

You laugh, finding it surprisingly easy to imagine Lori struggling to keep a tiny Carl sitting still for long enough to finish a haircut.

“It’s just—”, he continues, his voice heavy with unshed tears, “It’s just that she told me that, one day, I’d be wishing that she could cut my hair for me again. And she was right”.

His arms wrap around you tighter, and you feel him shake with the effort it takes to not cry. You allow him his comfort for a bit, not daring to move except for where your hand has come up to rub his arm through the worn fabric of his shirt. You’re well aware of the fact that Carl hates it when people see him cry. You know that it makes him feel weak and vulnerable. Still, when you begin to hear the sobs rack through his body, you cannot help but untangle yourself from his arms so that you can sit up straight. You swing your leg over his hip, now sitting down on his lap. You lean your head down to meet his, your foreheads resting against one another. Carefully, you wipe the tears away from where they have begun to run down his flushed red cheeks.

“You’re allowed to miss her,” you softly say, “and you’re allowed to grieve her. But please, talk to me about it. You can’t keep pushing it all down until it explodes out of you. You’ll just hurt yourself doing that. You can share your pain with me, I’m here for you”.

At this point, Carl’s breathing has evened out a little. He shoots you a watery smile, leaning up to kiss you deeply and full of emotion. “You’re right,” he gives in, “I’ll be better. I’ll try”.

The smile you give him is warm, and full of love. You lay yourself down again, once more pressing the full weight of your body down onto Carl. You know that there is still a long way to go. But, with Carl’s steady heartbeat in your ear, his warm body pressed against yours, and the smell of clean laundry still wafting through the room, you allow yourself the benefit of the doubt. You’ll be okay. Both of you will be.