#smutty manspreading

[toxicanonymity]

what if everyone simply wrote blurbs for their favorite manspreading gifs and pics and tagged them #manspreading olympics?

[megalomaniacz]

I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

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um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

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The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

[skzthelomlhehe]

Okie sooo I'm like in the middle of tests and work and the progress to my upcoming oneshots have been slow so I thought, "why not make some headcanons?" (Frankly cuz I'm fucking bored of studying and working all the damned time) Total Masterlist

Okie so for these little imagines, I was thinking

How your boyfriend!skz would react to you waiting for them in a sexy lingerie after they had a long day at work! [Ot8] {Pt. 1: Hyung Line}

MDNI // includes smut (think y'all can know by the title itself lmao), I'm not exactly sure what warnings to include, just know it's smutty (I'm very sorry I'm highly sleep deprived and running on my 7th coffee today my brain cannot function) // established relationships

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Bang Chan

Ok so like- I just KNOW the man wouldn't even notice. He'd walk in to your shared apartment (idfk), his head hanging with like heavy sighs and he wouldn't even notice what you were wearing when he walks in. I feel like it wouldn't be AFTER he had his shoes off and walking slow, tired steps towards you and then he looks up and drops his jaw like the bag he had in his hand. He'd prolly stutter sumn like, "Y-Y/N...? What are you...?" And not even have the means to say anything else. He would just be standing there worshipping you, basking in your beauty and walk up to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist nice and gentle and place soft wet kisses everywhere, once again, worshipping you. Feel like even if he's tired, he would savour you in the gentlest way possible and if he had a really bad day, maybe even cry in your arms a little and vent during aftercare (cuz we all know what a damned softie he is and we love him for that)

Lee Know

For him, I'd say he would just walk in STOMPING cuz he's PISSED (possibly at himself cuz he thinks he doesn't work hard enough or at something or the other that disrupted his usual flow) and he'd just flop on the couch calling out to you probably to cuddle. Maybe even get things heated iykyk and in this case, he'd definitely do the latter. When you walk in wearing that sexy lingerie, his eyes would be wide fixated on you. And seeing him down on the couch in his usual manspread would just get you DRIPPIN'. He would probably scoff at the sight in front of him and flick his fingers motioning you to come and pat on his thighs to get you to sit down and like his little kitten you are, you would obey without a word. He'd probably run his hands all through your body, placing wet kisses, maybe even leaving marks. I'd imagine him saying something like, "what a good kitty. How'd you know I would need just this, hm?" In this husky seductive tone (once again iykyk) and despite how tired he is, I'd think he would take his time eating you up cuz youre his favourite meal~

Changbin

Would he possibly be walking in looking like he could murder someone? Yes. Will he come home to find you like that and go fucking feral? Absolutely. Will he just absolutely wreck your brains out? DEFINITELY. Do I even have to say anything?? The man is a gentle beast. He's gonna care for you, he's gonna love you, prepare you with foreplay and the moment he gets permission and knows you're ready to take him, he'd go BEAST. And then once you're done, and you'd just be laying there huffing in his arms, he would loudly yap about his day and by the end of it, let you know how much he loves you and appreciates your efforts cuz you unintentionally just made him the happiest man alive.

Hyunjin

Another guy who would worship you, really. When he gets home tired and groggy to see you sitting like a beautiful sculpture who was sculpted with extra care, extra love and extra details, he would fold. Probably melt in your arms telling you how crazy gorgeous you looked and how he would take his time painting you with his cum and then later after making a mess out of you, he'd take his time engraving your image both on his canvas and in his mind. No matter how tired he was from the day full of work, once you guys were done with all that, he would sit down on his painting stool with his large canvas in front of him while you laid there mindlessly filled and covered with his fluids. He'd look at you like a work of art, a once in a lifetime masterpiece created JUST for him while he keeps repeating sweet nothings as he paints you.

[chenlezip]

⤷ warnings : little bit smutty.

annas note : im sorry i just saw a photo while scrolling through pinterest of marks thighs and i just really want to ride them :/ not proof read btw !!

your close friend, mark, was sat on your couch wearing his shorts that rode up when trying to get himself comfier. you couldn't help your eyes from wandering and you bit your lip, how would it feel to try riding his thigh?

mark always said any fantasies you or he had you could both try it out seeming as you are also friends with benefits. mark noticed your gaze on his thighs and how spaced out you were, smirking to himself before he called for your name.

you quickly came back to earth, looking up at him with a soft smile, "yeah?" "wanna ride my thigh, pretty?" your breath hitched as soon as he asked this. wait.. did he read your mind? or was your ogling just so obvious? whatever. you nodded and he lifted a hand, ordering you over with two fingers, "c'mon then."

you situated yourself over one of his thighs, his hands on your hips. you only had a nightie and some loose panties on. he sat you on his thigh and immediately felt how wet you were.

before long, you were grinding down on him as he tensed his muscle, a whine exiting your lips at the friction that only got better and more pleasurable for you. your hands were on his shoulders, gripping. he was manspread, sitting and watching you with desire in his eyes, grip on your hips tightening.

[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

written for this request : matt x hooters girl, i’m thinking the triplets are recurring customers that only come to see her because matt thinks she’s hot. (pls pls pls pls! make it smutty!)

warnings : dom!matt, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), oral (male receiving) degradation, public (kinda?) sex.

lowercase intended.

a/n : this is my first time writing smut so right now i'm just testing out the waters, thanks for the request! and as always, feedback is appreciated!

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y/n had been working at a hooters in la for about four months and it was definitely an interesting job. and it paid good. she tended to rack up the most tips out of all of her coworkers, being the hottest one. She had double d’s and a nice ass, as well as sunkissed skin, and caramel brown hair. she was used to old shriveled patrons hitting on her by now, but she wasn't used to younger people coming in as much. but recently, a group of three men had been coming in about once a week for about a month and a half now, and the change of scenery was a big step up from the wrinkly perverts who she typically served. she recognized the boys to be youtubers, the sturniolo triplets. y/n had never watched their videos, but she knew enough about them to know they post the videos in their car, and that 12 year old girls go crazy over them.

y/n was nearing the end of her shift with only two hours left, when the hot regulars walked in. she found them all attractive, but the quiet one was her favorite. she watched as they sat in her section as they always do, smiling to herself. y/n made her way to their table, swaying her hips and making her tits bounce slightly as she pulled out her notepad and pen. it was a tactic she used to get more tips. “hey yall, welcome to hooters! can i get yall something to drink?” her sweet southern accent rang out.

the one she recognized to be nick spoke up saying, “i'll have a dr. pepper, and they'll have pepsis.” he said, pointing to his brothers. y/n noticed the one she recognized as matt had moved his hand to his pants, readjusting as he tried not to look at her. she smiled, loving the effect she had on him. shed be lying if she said she didnt think about him fucking her.

“ sure honey, ill be right back with that.” she walked away, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush matts arm with her hip as she walked away.

time had past and the boys had gotten their food. y/n had passed their table, after teasing matt all night, brushing his hand as she gave him refills, hitting his shoulder when she laughed, etc. she soon noticed that matt had gotten up behind her. “im sorry did i forget something?” she said, turning around.

“something like that.” he grumbled, motioning for her to follow him as he walked past her. he led her to the back room, and pinned her against the wall, hands on either side of her head. “if you wanna act like a little slut all night, ill treat you like one.” he growled, not breaking eye contact. the breath hitched in y/ns throat, as she nodded. he broke away to lock the door. “knees.” matt said, sitting in a chair and manspreading, the bulge in his tight pants was extremely visible. she nodded, clenching her legs before getting on her knees, feeling matts gaze burning her skin. she unbuckled his belt, looking up to meet his eyes. she undid his pants and moved his boxers, his dick springing up to hit his stomach. he was big. “how bad do you want it sweetheart.” he inquired with his boston accent more prominent on the word 'sweetheart'.

“bad. so so bad.” y/n said, reaching for his aching member. she wrapped a hand around it, slowly pumping up and down his full length. matt got impatient. he grabbed her hair by the base of her ponytail, pushing her mouth onto his dick.

“you're such a slut y/n. working here with your tits on display? you know all the men here are starin, and you love it you whore. now you're blowing a costumer in the breakroom.” he growled, watching her pump up and down on his dick, his grip on her ponytail tight as he helped her bob. “s’pretty.”

he released into her mouth and she pulled off, starting to spit when matt said. “nup, good girls swallow it.” she did what she was told. she wanted to be a good girl. matt immediately pulled her up from the floor to a standing position, moving her to the wall once more. y/n stood dripping, when matt ripped her tiny shorts off, revealing no underwear. he smirked, seeing how soaked he was. “so wet already?”

“matt i need you.” she moaned out, taking matt by surprise. with no more words, he picked her up by her thighs and slammed into her, feeling her walls stretch. she yelped at the feeling, not even attempting to muffle her sounds as he aggressively thrusted in and out. after minutes of him absolutely rocking her shit, she moaned out “matt i- im gonna cum” the tension in her stomach having little to no give.

"you cum when i say you cum." he said, continuing to pound into her. he came again, pumping it into her. "dont wanna waste it now do we sweetheart?" he asked, realizing y/ns eyes were closed and her head was back. she responded with a weak 'mhm', he grabbed her chin with his thumb and index, pulling her face down to meet his. "answer me." he growled.

"no, we dont wanna waste it." she spat out. she came all over his dick, moaning as she couldnt hold it in any longer. they snapped out of their high when they heard a fist pounding on the door.

"whos in there!" the manager of the store shouted through the door.

shit.

a/n : tbh, probs could've done better but oh well! 🎀

[shinylipglosss]

Leon S. Kennedy x M!Reader

╰ ➤ this post is superrrr laid back (not that smutty) compared to my other stuff but i wanted to create a longer storyline so if this gets a good reception i rlly want to make another part!!

“Wait here, k?” Leon’s soothing voice managed to take your mind off the hell you two were being put through. You were grateful he was trying his damnedest to keep you safe. But at the same time you were even frightened without his familiar blanket of heat near you.

Moments—minutes—passed and there was no sign of Leon in the cramped, dark room he had left you in. Just as you were starting to accept that he left you, a bang rang out on the other side of the door. These freaks are smart, he had told you, they’ll imitate human movements. With those words in mind you didn’t dare even move—shock giving you no choice in the matter.

“It’s me.” It was both a blessing and a curse to hear Leon’s voice. A blessing because something had loosened inside you at the intimate sound, but a curse due to the thick pain easy to find in it. You clambered over yourself to get to the locked door; when you did Leon instantly collapsed into your arms. It was odd feeling: to protect your protector. Despite the oddness it warmed you all the same.

“Easy,” You lowered the grunting man to the spot you were sat waiting for him earlier. He thumped on the chair with a resignation that scared you more than you’d like to admit. “take your shirt off.” The reason Leon brought you to this god-forsaken place was for your medical skills.

“Here i thought we were only just getting to know each other.” Leon chuckled softly—the motion causing an equal amount of coughing. You found his normal humour calming. Well at least he’s not at the point where he can’t make jokes, you thought in an effort to assure yourself.

Luckily, with the lantern Leon had kept on him, you inspected the wound. This wasn’t exactly the first time you saw him shirtless. Of course, you never saw his body in all its glory, especially not illuminated with the ivory glow of the light. Your heart raced in your chest at the sight. His body rose and fell with the immense pain he was in. It made a terrible feeling wedge itself into you; you berated yourself for your feelings about him.

“Just a sec,” You looked up at his fluttering eyes. “it’s deep.” You pushed into the dark red gash just to the right of his naval. Leon’s back arched, in what you could only assume was all-consuming pain. How one of those freaks managed to get this close to a man with his skills, you had yet to figure out. That comes later, you swore at yourself, first save the man’s life who’s saved yours more than once.

Hours passed and, having finished stitching him up, you slept quieter knowing that he was starting to get better.

The next morning, Leon woke before you, beckoning you awake. “We’ve got to go.” He said with a sudden urgency.

You practically laughed in his face. “If you try to run, your stitches will rip and you will die. With my efforts or not. He regarded what you said; your cheeks flushing when you saw that he had his shirt back on, but hanging loosely with the buttons undone.

He nodded tersely, “One more day. After that, we have to keep going.” That you could live with. Though you couldn’t guarantee your needs would be able to contain themselves. Leon made a move to cross the room and groaned.

“Let me see.” You snapped, pointing to the chair he had sat in the night before. He, slowly, made his way to where he was asked to be. This time he lowered himself with a new found masculine energy that was impossible to ignore. With legs manspread, he lost his shirt and began to feel his body. You knew he was trying to put his wound on display but you warmed at the sight. It didn’t help that you were on your knees trying to see.

“D’know what’d help me?” His voice darkened with the same sudden realisation you also had. Between his spread legs was a hard length. “Get rid of this mornin’ wood for me.” He was commanding and simple with his request. So you didn’t have any room to argue, pulling his clothes off with a pent up feeling you clearly both had.

“Will this hurt?” You asked him whilst simultaneously pumping his cock. You couldn’t tear your eyes off him.

“You’re the doctor, you tell me.” You shrugged then, simply not caring anymore. It had been months without any action. The two of you would be stuck in here for another day, so why not enjoy it?

[feinv]

hi I wrote u the welcome ask but now it’s time for business 😈 I desperately need a dbf!wick scrap from u xo

accidentally made myself horny with this. enjoy 💌

dbf!john wick. legal age gap. smutty ending.

dad’s best friend john wick who is your father’s business partner in whatever they do. you were never interested in your father’s line of work — numbers, hour-long meetings full of random middle aged men using dramatic and unnecessary termins to prove a point, so naturally, you didn’t give two shits about his colleagues either. not until you met him.

you were dropping your father some lunch, eager to leave the building before men came barging into the meeting room. (un)fortunately, one of them arrived sooner that day, and that was when you saw the tall and handsome man in a suit who just radiated dark energy. he looked sinful.

your father didn’t even introduce you to one another, knowing your disinterest in this, but you caught john’s name from your dad’s lips when you were shutting the door behind. the poor man was taken aback by the sudden shift in your behavior when you asked him to partake in the next meeting, hoping and needing so desperately to see john again.

during the said meeting your father proudly introduced you to everyone, and your anxiety faded away when there weren't several pairs of eyes prying on you further into the meeting. except for one pair, which belonged to john wick.

you could practically feel his eyes shooting daggers of lust and curiosity towards you, even without having to move your gaze into his direction.

after the meeting john very generously suggested introducing you to the basics, which started the controversy of it all.

your meetings were titled as “trainings” by john which really was an excuse to get to know each other, and your father was too blindfolded by the excitement of his daughter taking after him to see the reality of the relationship you and john shared.

“you know i’m old enough to be your father, sweetheart,” he said one day, acting as if he was looking out for you and didn’t like the idea of how inexperienced you were in anything compared to him. but you didn’t miss how his eyes were viciously scanning your body from head to toe. “lucky for us you are not,” you would shamelessly flirt back.

at some point you got so confident in yourself that you started challenging and teasing john during meetings and calling him out, using your sarcastic/passive aggressive tone to disagree with him, and even interrupt mid sentence. he knew you were trying to rile him up, and he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction in front of others.

during the break, however, you would find yourself trapped under him on a table, with his one hand pinning your both above your head while he mercilessly pounded into you, making you a quivering mess of whimpers and whines.

“all quiet now, huh sweetheart?” he would question into your fucked out state, receiving incoherent mumbling as an answer. “don’t get shy on me now. let me hear you,” he would whisper, purposely hitting your cervix with his tip over and over to earn a loud moan from you.

“keep making those pretty noises, darling, and everyone will find out just how much you agree with everything i say.”

safe to say everyone in the room noticed how unusually silent you were when the meeting resumed, your cheeks flushed as you kept avoiding looking in the eyes of someone in particular, while he was confidently manspreaded on the chair, small smirk evident on his lips.

©️feinv, 2024.

[sugarbcnes]

omg, congrats on 4k 🧸 can I req something smutty about abby tying reader up

thank you honey! sorry it’s small, i’m only doing drabbles at the moment from my inbox. — 4K Post Here

abby’s gonna leave you squirming in bed as you’re tied up with a vibrator strapped between your legs, torturing your clit into multiple orgasms when you need to be taught a lesson.

no, she’s not going to help you out. even when your back arches so pretty or your toes curl or your plush thighs shake or you sob into the ball gag in your mouth. she ignores the way your cuffed hands attempt to break from the restraints to reach out for her, finger tips wiggling in a pathetic trial to get her over to you. your sweet sounds fall on deaf ears as she sits in the chair in the corner of the room, manspread with elbows resting on her knees. you need her so bad but she ignores your pleads to touch her, needing her usual comfort that she offers you through an intense orgasm.

you let out incoherent babbles that she knows are begs for forgiveness. it’s even after you’ve drenched the sheets, she knows it’s not enough for her yet. you’ve already been dealt your consequences but she’s selfish and she loves the sight of you all tied up in her bed. to think it was all because you got too handsy with one of her teammates to make her jealous. if you wanna be mean, she can be mean too.

inbox is open for thirsts for all characters on this blog as part of my 4k celebration.

[tmwcs]

Gif - @zeikeu

Welllll we didn't have blue hair in the baseball cap but we do have him in a cowboy hat

Hehehe this asks for another reaction hehehehe

Hee chilling in the room and his pretty baby comes in hiding something behind her hand ....tells him to close his eyes and then puts the cowboy hat on him in place of his usual cap and then slowly whispers in his years I wanna ride you-🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Boy I gotta catch up on all these asks lol. I’m sorry it took me so long, with everything that was going on but I’m finally sticking my nose I this app with the intentions of completing all asks.

Warnings: smutty stuff ahead. Nothing crazy but hints of aggressive sex, use of force, and animalistic behavior implied.

“What are you doing?” Heeseung props up a brow as he watches you sneakily walking out of the bathroom with both hands behind, clearly indicating you hiding something. A gift perhaps?

“I’ve got something for you…close your eyes?” You ask innocently as your kneecaps come into contact with his own. Sitting in the chair in his usual fashion, his legs manspreading apart with his arms crossed. Loose straight jeans graces his long legs while a slightly baggy short sleeve hangs, exasperating his broad shoulders. “Fine.” He calmly speaks and does as you bid. You Mr hand shakes as you reach forward and remove the usual baseball cap that decorated his head. The thick thatch of black hair falls freely framing his face, his hair has grown so long, it was so wavy and suave, almost like a prince.

You placed the cowboy hat atop his head and straightened your posture. “Okay, you can open.”

The brim of the hat covered his eyes. It wasn’t until he lifted his chin and looked up that you saw the beady shine of those black pearled pupils staring straight at you. His face was rather stern looking, no sense of playfulness in it. He wasn’t in the mood to flirt or act cute, much less wanting to give you a dashing smile. Feeling you replace his headpiece set him off to harden under his trousers. Fact is, every time he feels your touch, smells you, or is in close proximity, he loses all sensibility to every emotion and mentality, all but one—to fuck you viciously.

“New hat?” He states, his face still stern with a fierce look of calmness. Yet through it all, you could see the darkness of his countenance. “Y-yeah. I thought it would look good on you.” You shyly express as you admire the denim cowboy piece.

“So? How does it look?” He speaks, not moving from his seated position. “It looks good on you.” You breathe out, feeling somewhat relieved after hearing his question. It gave you a sense that he liked it, despite not checking it out in the mirror. “Good.”

His short response barely stamped your ears before you felt the force of his weight tackling you against the wall. “A-ahh!” Your voice gasps as you feel the wall suddenly making contact against your back. He was at least courteous enough to cradle the back of your head to prevent any serious harm from occurring. “W-wait—“ you choke out as you feel his hands begin tearing your clothes apart. “Shut up and scream for me pretty baby.”

His lips swallow your lips as he aggressively kisses you, all the while his hands grope every single inch of you. Hoisting your legs up, he wraps them around his waist as he presses his weight forward, pinning you against the smooth wall.

“Get ready to get fucked…pretty fucking bitch.”

[gretaglasses]

I think I need a palette cleanser in between writing Kickin' Up Dust chapters, what plot bunny should I follow?

[shadowdaddies]

can i please request one with cassian x reader birthday sex? it’s cassies bday and reader throws a party for him and when they’re alone she has a little surprise for him. She gives him a lapdance and he sits on the chair, manspreading, UGHHH HE IS SO HOT, and just enjoys the show👀👀🖤 he literally smirks and he tries to touch and she slaps away his hands

” no baby that’s for later, you just watch now ❤️”

then they have bday sex🤤

SAVE ME FROM THE CHOKEHOLD THIS MAN HAS ME IN🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I LOVE THIS REQUEST. But I don't think this will lessen the chokehold he has on you; it made the one he has on me worse. enjoyyy

Unraveling

Cassian x Reader

Warnings: smutty smut smut below the cut, lap dance, wing play, light impact play, p in v sex, oral m!receiving, minors dni

also I made this lil artwork, which is what the "lingerie" we'll see in this story is inspired by

While Feyre insisted on hosting a party for Cassian’s birthday at the River House, your mate was never one to let the party end too soon. Quick to pull the “but it’s my birthday” card, Cassian dragged you and the rest of the inner circle to Rita’s for drinks and dancing. 

You wore a short black chiffon dress that was low-cut and cinched with ribbons at the waist, showing off your figure as you twirled in the crowd. You had plans of your own for later in the night, and were determined to rile up your mate as much as possible before then. 

You moved over to the bar to get a drink, bending so far over the counter your ass was barely covered. As you grabbed your drink, you turned over your shoulder to the booth where you could feel Cassian’s eyes on you and winked before slowly making your way over to where he was sitting, swaying your hips to the music as you moved.

Cassian pulled you into his lap and you giggled as he wrapped his large hands around your waist, resting his head in your neck as he inhaled your scent. You interlaced your fingers with his, guiding his hands away from your hips to rest on your thighs as you arched your back and rolled your hips against him. Cassian let out a soft groan, which you took as your opening to send a strong wave of your desire down the bond. You twisted in Cassian’s lap to better face him, feeling the evidence of his own desire as you did so, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I have more celebrations planned at home, my love.” You dragged his earlobe with your teeth to emphasize your point. Cassian snapped, quickly shouting a “good night” to the rest of your friends as he threw you over his shoulder and practically ran out the door. He wasted no time moving you into the bridal style position before he shot into the air to fly you home. 

As soon as you landed on the balcony of your shared room, Cassian brought you inside and closed the door before lifting you up against it. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he kissed you hungrily, rolling his hips into yours causing you to throw your head back. Cassian began littering your neck with kisses, alternating between soft and hard, leaving you panting for breath. 

He lifted you up, turning around and throwing you on the bed. He moved to crawl over you, but before he could make his way on the bed, you lifted your leg, your high heel pressed against his chest preventing him from coming any closer. With a smirk, you shook your head at Cassian. “I have a present for you that I need to go wrap.”

Cassian looked like he might explode in that moment. With a raspy voice, he tried to keep his composure as he asked, “honey, you gave me several presents, and now I just want to enjoy you.” You simply gave him a soft smile as you pointed to the sitting area, “go sit over there in your chair, General. I promise to be back soon.” With that, you sauntered off to your dressing room, leaving Cassian frustrated and waiting. 

In your dressing room, you pulled out the hidden box you had set aside for tonight and opened it. Inside was a pair of red satin and lace panties and a wide, matching satin ribbon. You donned the underwear and the ribbon around your chest, tying it off with a big bow in the front. You looked like a present ready for Cassian to unwrap. You grabbed Cassian’s symphonia with his favorite song on it and made your way back to the sitting room.

You pressed the orb so that it would begin to play music, and swaying your hips to the rhythm, moved into the room. You could see Cassian stop breathing for a moment, his eyes honing in on you in a predatory stare as he registered what was going on. You smirked at him and set the symphonia on the table and continued swaying to the music. You ran your hands over your chest, teasing your nipples through the ribbons and let out an exaggerated moan, drawing your hands up to run them through your hair before making eye contact with Cassian again.

He was enraptured by you, focusing with an intensity that indicated he was memorizing every part of you in this moment. You strode over to where Cassian was sitting in the chair, pushing his legs further apart as you squatted down just to roll your body along his, back up to a standing position. Looking down at him, you ran your hands across his chest to rest on his shoulders as you settled onto his lap. Cassian’s hands quickly moved to hold your hips, but you swatted them away. “I’m in charge right now, General,” you said as you began rotating your hips to the music against his evident hardness. You changed your movements to rock back and forth against him as you leaned forward, licking up the column of his throat before bending back down to leave a mark on his adam’s apple. 

You could tell Cassian wouldn’t last much longer with your teasing, so you made one last move. Supporting your weight with your hands on his thighs, you swung your legs around so that you were still sitting on his lap, facing away from him. You arched your back, giving Cassian a perfect view of your cleavage spilling out from the ribbon as you moved one hand up to stroke the tip of his wing. 

Cassian snapped at that moment, letting out a roar-like groan as he lifted you up and off of him. “I can’t wait any longer, love. Gods, you’re so sexy. Please, I need you now.” You turned around and cupped his face with your hands as you whispered, “then take me, Cassian.” He picked you up and carried you over to the bed. “Stay still. Just lay back for me, honey,” he said as he stripped himself of his clothing. 

Cassian crawled onto the bed and stopped, hovering above you. He grabbed your wrists in his hands, placing them together above your head. “Keep those there. I don’t need you getting in the way of me unwrapping my present,” he said with a smirk as he eyed the ribbon around your chest. He pulled on one of the strands, undoing the bow that held everything in place. He tugged at the remaining ribbons as you impatiently wiggled beneath his touch, and discarded the fabric to the side. 

Cassian leaned down, sucking and licking one nipple as he twisted and pulled the other in his hand. You mewled beneath his touch, and Cassian chuckled as he moved his mouth over to the other nipple, repeating his actions. He kissed his way down your stomach until he reached your panties, ripping them off with his teeth with surprisingly little effort. You whimpered when the cold air of the room hit you, begging “Cassian, baby please I need you. Just take me how you want me.”

Cassian smirked. “Happy to oblige, my beautiful mate,” he said, flipping you over on your hands and knees and delivering a light smack to your ass. He thrust himself inside you without any warning, setting a brutal pace while you gripped the sheets, desperate for something to keep you tethered to this world. Cassian leaned forward, never letting up on his thrusts as he bit your shoulder and gave a soothing lick over the mark. He pushed your stomach down, causing your back to arch so that his thrusts were hitting you at an angle that had you seeing stars. “Cass, I’m close,” you tried to speak before you were cut off by your own moan.

Cassian took the opportunity to quicken his pace, fucking you harder and faster than you’d thought possible, before you hit your orgasm. Cassian held you up as your legs threatened to fall out from under you, and slowed his movements. You took the opportunity to push off of Cassian, leaving him confused for a moment before you flipped him on his back.

“This is your birthday, remember?” you said with a smile as you moved down his torso, lips aligned with his cock. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you began your work of what you were sure would be a long night.

[toxicanonymity]

neighbor stuff

800 words, joel x f!reader, early night walks au

WARNINGS: I8+, reefer, joel POV (smutty thots & moves), OOC wardrobe.

join the manspreading olympics (this fic only implies it)

Joel didn’t follow you to the grocery store. He was there first, and he was just about to drive off when he saw you park your car. Now he sits on a bench and lights up a joint while you shop. He stretches his arm out and looks at the sky to exhale, then closes his eyes. How'd he get so lucky that a cool chick like you, with a fine ass like yours, was walking around his neighborhood? Just waiting to be swept off her feet and into his basement. . .

His mind wanders to a highlight reel of the moment before he kissed you, when he saw the last of the uncertainty leave your eyes, overtaken completely by yearning for him. And then, your first kiss. God damn, the way you melted into him. The heat between you as your bodies came together. The way you got on top, completely giving into what you wanted so bad.

Bad girl. So bad. So fucking hot.

Blood rushes to his loins. His smoking hand flexes with the muscle memory of your plush asscheek.

He looks down at the swell in his pants. Didn’t mean for this to happen, not here at least. He shoves his free hand into his pocket to adjust himself, just in time to see you walking toward him. Shit, he mutters to himself. You’re just as hot in the daylight.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, and he takes it in stride. You may sound disinterested, but once again, your body’s saying something else: you stopped at his bench when you could’ve kept walking.

“Buyin’ shaving cream and tangerines.”

“Right,” you deadpan, looking at his lack of grocery bags, which are in his car. Your eyes linger on his pants, you naughty girl.

“Take a seat, pumpkin.” He nods to the spot next to him and offers you the joint.

“I can’t,” you respond half-heartedly, but you keep standing there. . ..

He blatantly checks you out, letting his head tilt down then back up as his eyes rove your body. He wets his lips, pinches the joint out, then puts it behind his ear.

“Least lemme walk ya to your car.” Your eyes follow his hand when he adjusts himself as he stands up, then you abruptly look away.

He reaches for a grocery bag. You don’t hand it to him, but he slips a couple of his fingers into the plastic handle anyway, brushing your hand, then you let him take it. He passes the bag to his far hand as you begin to walk side by side, and he puts his closer hand on your back.

You don’t move away, but your jaw tenses.

“What do you want?” you ask as you reach your car and open it.

He gets closer. His hand slides slowly down your back and pauses just above your ass.

He leans in and his voice drops. “Want ya to come over again.”

You let him have the briefest little squeeze, then glance over your shoulder toward the store as you twist your hips away. "I'm sure you do," you say under your breath. You take the grocery bag from him and put it in the car, then look him in the eyes. Your face sure is pretty. And those eyes. They sure do want him.

He's admiring your lips when you ask, “What?”

He shrugs then shifts on his feet. “Can I get your number?”

You laugh silently with a small shake of your head.

“You're breakin’ my heart, pumpkin,” he laughs with you. "Hey, what if I gotta tell ya somethin'? Neighbor type stuff... Could be important."

Yeah, okay. You won't give it to him this time.

Your eyes linger on his chain, then he could swear your voice takes on the slightest sultry edge when you reply, “You know where I live.” He raises his eyebrows, and you add, “Creep.”

You turn toward your car to close the trunk/hatch.

“Yeah,” he agrees, moving back into your personal space, from behind. “I know where to find ya.”

His pulse quickens at the possibilities as his body is drawn even closer to yours. You don't move an inch as he gently presses himself against your ass, and his fingers rest lightly on your hip.

He inhales your scent, his lips brush your hair, and he murmurs, “That what I should do? .... Come ‘n’ find ya?”

You don't say no.

You take a deep breath, then slightly tilt your head, just enough that he can see the hunger in your gaze. Hell yeah, of course that's what you want.

God damn, he could do it right here. But not this time.

You swallow and mutter, “I've gotta go,” then step away from him.

That's okay. He'll find you.

“I can do that,” he promises, and you ignore it.

He puts his hands in his pockets and turns to walk away. Yeah, he’ll "find you" alright.

Hell yeah, that's even better. You're perfect, you know. God damn, you're hot.

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Ty for reading 🖤

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

I've just sat and read all of your fics and they're all incredible! If it's okay, can you write an Elvis x female reader smut where she's in the audience of the Comeback special and maybe throughout the performance he kind if gravitates towards her? Ending really smutty where he invites her to his dressing room after? Thank you so so much!

Omg, I love this idea! 🥺 your words mean so much to me, im so happy that my works can make you entertained. on to the fanfic! I hope you like it.

Gravitation

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader.

Warning: Reverse cowgirl, Praise, Cum shot, Dirty talk, Spanking, Mirror sex, Oral (fem), Cum eating, Fluff, Stranger to lovers? Creampie, Choking, Gagging, Melolagnia kink, Exhibitionism, Crying, Chubby!reader.

Summary: You never felt so lucky, you were one of the few people to watch The Rock and roll king; Elvis Presley, to see history. You felt things you haven't before and to make it worse or better you seem to gain the Rockstar's attention. You couldn't wait to see what the future held for you.

You watched the god-like man like he was everything and more, his stage presence awoke things you never thought were possible, and your heartbeat pulsated with the rhythm of the song he sang with such emotion. Your breath became baited as your eyes locked with the rockstar, a seductive smirk made its way to his face, and a knowing glint in his eyes. He continued to perform, dancing and singing more in your direction, and your juices soaked your underwear. You desired him like no other.

Even as he sat down to talk, he would glance your way, it was unbearable when you were told y'all could take a break, you looked around for Elvis but he wasn't around he probably went to his changing room and feeling nothing short of disappointment fall in the pit of your stomach, you begin to walk to the ladies room when THE jerry schilling stood in front of you, his eyes looked your curved bigger body up and down behind his almost see through shades, unknowingly to him or knowing he licked his lips before he snapped out of his episode and cleared his throat. "Elvis wants to see you. Follow me sugar," he spoke softly so you only heard him despite you being in an empty hallway "lead the way." you nodded eagerly making Jerry laugh at your excitement and begin to show you to Elvis's changing room. With each step you got wetter, you heard tales of women who had the luxury of sleeping with the king, they had said such it was like no other, you were gonna see if it was true.

You both reached the door of the dressing room, Jerry bid you goodbye but you hardly heard him, your heartbeat was too loud in your ears, with a gulp of courage you knocked on the door and waited, playing with the edge of your dress skirt, that rested on the middle of your plush thighs not long his voice called out to you and invited you in. You turned the handle and walked in, a view which would make any fan faint to see in person, There sitting on a couch was Elvis smirk on his lips, manspreading still in that heavenly black leather suit, his eyes traced your big body, your breasts stood out like a masterpiece, your baby carrying hips, those thighs he wanted to fuck, 'Next time' he noted his mind, continuing to check you out, those legs that he wanted to be wrapped his waist, Elvis took a sip of his iced coke and put into down on the end table. Elven sent a soft smile as he becked you over with a finger, he chuckled as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand gripping your hips before moving his hands up your love handles, stopping briefly to squeeze them and then moving on until his hands cupped your breasts and groaning at the weight of them in his palms "Yar a pretty thing aren't cha." he spoke looking at you with lustful-adoring blue orbs, "Thank you Mr.Presley" you replied softly "Elvis for you darlin'." he licked his lips, his fingers gripped onto your wide hips. Elvis leaned his head back on the wall that the couch was pushed up against, his lidded eyes watching you "Go on, pretty thing, ride me." he encouraged you, your slick dripped from your oversoaked panties, and you got off his lap, your fingers worked to undo his pants and pull them down with Elvis's help, his cook stood proud once free, at a good 8 inch, which twitched from the cold air, you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and gave an experimental jerk, A sharp hiss leaves Elvis and you couldn't stop yourself.

You knew you should be patient and tease him but you dreamed of this moment ever since you heard and saw this man. You quickly took off your underwear, turned around, lined his cock to your entrance, and slid down his large length. You both hissed at the feeling, you from his member stretching your pussy, giving a pleasant burn and him from the feeling of the tightest pussy he had ever been in before, the feeling of your ass laying on his thighs, giving a comforting weight while feeling great pleasure. You breathed in, lifted your hips, and began to bounce, moans left your lips as his cock head hit your g-spot "Fuckk" Elvis moaned, wrapping his arms around your stomach, laying his head on your back, and his hips bucking up at each time you lifted yourself, pretty whines and pants was all that sounds he seemed could make, "Fuckin' hell pretty thing, go faster, wanna cream this pussy." Elvis groaned, thrusted upwards, your cheeks heated up from his dirty words, and lean a bit forward, gripping the little bit of couch that was between Elvis's spread legs and rolled your hips before riding the man below you faster, the sound of your ass hitting against his lap become louder and his thrusts faster, chasing his release. Elvis threw his head back, whining, eyes squeezed shut as he filled you with his seed "Get up sugar" he tapped your hips after gaining back some of his energy "Go to the mirror f'me, put your hands on the vanity and bend over." he commanded, watching you do as you were told, he got up after you, taking off the icon suit and walked behind his jet black hair laid on his forehead and his body adored a layer of sweat from being rid. Elvis sent you a smile through the mirror before lowering to his knees, flipping your dress skirt off your ass, and spreading your pillowy thighs to see your glistening folds, covered into your slink, and his slowly dripping out semen "Ain't this a pretty sight" he licked his lips, and buried himself in said thighs, licking stride up your cunt.

"Oh fuck!" you cried as his tongue flicked at your clitoris before wrapping his lips around the sensitive nerve and sucking on it. Hard. You grabbed the edge of the vanity, and whimpered, laying your forehead against the mirror. He gave one last suck before dragging his tongue through your folds to your cum-filed core, the wet muscle circled your entrance and penetrated, his lapped at your walls, licking out his cum

It felt so good, tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and little sobs of pleasure left you as he didn't hold back, cumming when he nibbled your clit. You watched as Elvis appeared up from behind you, his lower face shining from your slick, and a dirty smug smirk was directed at you through the mirror, once again his hands took your hips and he moved closer to you until his tip poked your slit "Ya ready?" he asked, you nodded "Tell me." he ordered " Yes I'm ready." you smiled, touched by his caring nature.

He slowly began to push inside of you, inch by inch this new angle gave was heavenly, you felt every thing.

He grunted as he finally was balls deep into you, his balls rested on your outer lips and clitoris. He pulled back before snapping his hips, forcing a scream that has cut short by Elvis's fingers down your throat, causing you to gag around them as his thrust set a slowly but pace, pulling out slowly and snapping his hips, his eyes locked on where you were connected. He didn't keep that up for long as his hammering became faster, his hips smacked against your ass, the skin rippling at the impact, his fingers left your mouth and placed them on your neck, squeezing slightly and leaning his body on your back, his pounding reaching a new deep, his jackhammering shook your body. Elvis's eyes looked up at the mirror as he spot one of his female tailoresses who flirted with him, despite him showing no interest in her, peaking through the now open door with a sad and raged look on her face as she watched him take a big girl than her, she was mad but she couldn't look away from the scene in front of her. Knowing he was being watched as he fucked you, who will be his girl from now on, turned him on more than he thought he was, his thrusted was turning rapid, and his unoccupied hand pulled you back against him, his balls slapped your pussy as he didn't bother holding his moans, that joined your moaning and whining, his ocean blues moved from the envious woman to you, looking at your pleasure covered face.

You were getting close, oh so close to snapping that knot and you could tell so was Elvis, his cock twitched within you "I-'m gonna cum sugar!" he groaned, his dick hitting your cervix finally making your climax "Elvis!" you cried out coming down your high when he suddenly pulled out and manhandled you to your kneels, his hand working frantically as cum shot out his cock head, landing on your face and cleavage. "Goddamn." he laughed breathlessly as he helped you up and to the couch, both of you sitting on. You sat cuddling into his side as his arm draped over your shoulders, his head resting on yours as you recovered from the mind-blowing sex you had.

"Mr. Presley, you're on in—WHOA!" a man from the filming crew opened the closed door, his brown orbs widened as he took in the state of you two, slamming the door shut. A pregnant silence stretched before the man cleared his throat on the other side of the door "You're on in six minutes Mr. P-presley. I would r-recommend getting dressed." he spoke shakingly before his footsteps faded. You and Elvis looked at each other and busted out laughing for a good few seconds before you both cleaned yourself and redressed.

Elvis pulled you to with a smile "Meet me back here again after the shooting, I want to get to know ya pretty thing. Think ya will allow me?" He asked his thumbs caressing your hips "Of course." you smiles back and kissed him, pulling apart you laid your foreheads together before saying see you later and going your own ways. The rest of the filming was filled with secret smiles and glances.

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[theywhoshantbenamed]

so I alreayd submitted somethting like this to mur-art but CaliVada

California is in this pretty gold dress and has this “I can only be perfect and I am” attitude. He’s in this pretty gold dress as well and has what looks tk be Nev’s coat/cloak over his shoulders.

Nev on the other hand is sitting in a chair with his legs open, manspread is what he be doing, but anyways, Nev looks like he’s a mafia leader from a booktok smutty book with his suit and the shirt is open to reveal his chest but no nips are showing. He has his right hand on the chair arm with a gun in hand pointed at whoever’s coming into the door. Cal’s sitting on the other chair arm with Nev’s hand on his ass

there’s pretty golds in the background that match Cal’s dress and red curtains with gold highlights in the foreground. The messily worn suit Nev has on matches the wooden chair with velvet cushioning, the curtains in the foreground, and the red carpet

i’m in love with this little image I’ve created

Calivada is gnc as fuck they take turns being femme or masc and rock every single look. There’s no reason to not look cunt at any given moment. They also have the messiest fights but it’s like their thing honestly.

I love the idea you’ve described if the stars align for me I would draw it

[covenofagatha]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK OH FUCKG OH FUCK OH FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK

IT HAPPENED IT FUCKI G JAPPEND WE KISSED WE FUCKING KISSED SHE KISSED US SHE FREKING KISSED US AND WE MAED OUT AGAISNT OUR CAR I CALLED OT I CALLED NDJGSJFJDJSJSJA AAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM COMPLETELY NORMAL OVER THIS FOR REAL NOT GOING INSANE AT ALL I KUST NEED TO BREATHEEEEEEEEEEEW

THE QUESTION NOW IS

Did she kiss us because she saw Rio was planting seeds of doubt into our mind???? I dont want to believe it but dlgkdksk it could be anything ngl

ALSO RIO MY DARLING I GET THAT YOJ HAD MAYBE TJE SMAE TREATMENT ST FIRST BUT WHAT IF YOU ARE PETTY CAUSE SHE DIDNT KISS YOU NOR SENT YOU ANY PICS OR ADMITTED SHE WANTED TO FUCK YOU IN CLASS UH??? HAVE YOU THOUGJ ABOUT THAT ????

She does have a point tho lmao, agatha isss a fucking master at psychology so she could be just manipulating and leading us on but WHO FUCKING CARES SHE'S HOT AND SHE QUITE LITERALLY ADMITTED SJE TOUCHED HERSELF THINKING ABOUT US SO I'LL LET MANIPULATE (WO)MANSPREAD (WO)MANSPLAIN TO ME ANY TIME SHE DESIRES

OH MY GOD MISS COVENFOAGATHA DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE UNLEASHED RIGHT NWO!?!?!?!? BE FUCKING READY FOR A LOT OF MESSAGES LIKE MINE LMAOOOO

IF THIS IS HOW SHE IS WHEN SHE KISSES US I WANT TO KNOW HOW SHES GONNA BE WHEN SHE'LL FIRST LAID EYES ON OUR NAKED BODY OR TOUCHED US LIKE OH MY GOD YES I'LL BE YOUR GOOD GIRL IF YOU'LL TREAT ME LIKE TJE SLUT I DESERVE TO BEEEEEE I'M GOING TO MAKE A STATUE FOR YOU NOW WHAT WE'LL WAIT FOR IS GONNA BE TJAT WARNING AT THE BEGINNING THAT FROM 'NONE' GOES TO 'SMUT, SEX, THEY ARE HAVING SEX AND IT'S SMUTTY AND IT'S SOFT AND ROUGH AND AGATHA CALLS READER GOOD GIRL IN BED AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? READER SWOONS AND FAINTS AND SQUIRTS!!!

AAAAAANYWAY love you so fucking much doing the lord's work we us sapphic people in your tumblr asks are grateful for your contribute to this world aka your fantastic writing we would be lost without you you can tell when a writer loves what they're writing and I can tell you're having so much fun doing this so I wish for eternal happiness in your life may your pillow be cold on both sides and your drink never too hot nor too freezing cold remember to hydrate and take breaks and eat🙏🏾🙏🏾

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😭😭😭 thank you for making my day with this oh my god

This is just...I don't even have words like I am beyond happy that just a kiss elicited this much and I am just so fucking excited to actually get to the good stuff 😉 all it will take for reader at this point is a "good girl" and a whiff of her perfume

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604to647 Masterlist

Fics:

For now, just writing for Pedro boys. While I do write fluff and angst, most of the below should be considered 18+ content, so I kindly ask that MDNI please. Thank you for reading!

Din Djarin

Safest with You Series (Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader) (complete)

Kiss It Better (Drabble, one shot; Din Djarin x Princess!reader)

The Might of the Realm (one shot in the same AU as Kiss It Better; Din Djarin x Princess!reader)

Javier Pena

Birthday Present (One shot; Narcos S1/S2!Javi P x fem!reader)

Thot: When Reader calls Javi “Agent”

Show me (Drabble for Manspreading Olympics; Javi P x fem!reader)

Dodge (Vigilante AU One shot; Javi P x fem!reader)

Photocopies (One shot follow-up to Birthday Present; S1/S2 Javi P x fem!reader)

Always Tomorrow (One shot follow-up to Photocopies; S1/S2 Javi P x fem!reader)

Pero Tovar

Mi Galleta - 4 part mini series (Modern AU Grumpy-Bouncer!Pero Tovar x Sunshine-Rich Girl!Reader) (complete)

Barón Tovar Takes a Wife - 3 part mini series (Bridgerton AU Regency!Pero Tovar x fem!reader, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers) (complete)

Yǒng Yuǎn (forever) - 3 part mini series (Pero Tovar x Chinese fem!OC reader; a historical canon to modern reincarnated lovers story) new! (ongoing)

Tim Rockford

The Rockford Portfolio - a non-linear collection of fluffy (and sometimes smutty) one-shots (Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader) (ongoing)

What Was I Made For? (Frankenstein AU One shot; Tim Rockford x fem!reader)

The Detective and The Agent - 3 part mini series (Merge Mansion x The Mentalist crossover AU, Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader x Agent Marcus Pike) (ongoing)

Frankie Morales

Strawberry Shortcake - 2 Parts + Epilogue (Frankie Morales x cocktail waitress, single mom!reader) (complete)

Brandy by the Fireplace (One shot; Frankie Morales x City Girl!reader)

Bluebird Days

Extreme Sports AU Young!Frankie Morales, Friends-To-Lovers

(coming never because I shouldn’t even be thinking about it)

Marcus Pike

Code Name: Hephaestus (one-shot for Pedro Pantheon; Agent Marcus Pike x fem!reader)

The Detective and The Agent - 3 part mini series (Merge Mansion x The Mentalist crossover AU, Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader x Agent Marcus Pike) (ongoing)

Dieter Bravo

Crawling Back to You (Dieter's version) (One-shot for Bouquets of Pedro Challenge; Dieter Bravo x fem!reader)

Marcus Moreno

Nobody’s Gonna Know (Moodboard and drabble for Mina’s First Birthday Party; Marcus Moreno x gn!reader)

Soulmates AU NO WON’T DO IT

Marcus Acacius

Little Showgirl (One-shot for 47 Minutes in Heaven challenge; Modern AU Marcus Acacius x fem!reader)

Fic Recs:

Part 1

Part 2

Other:

Good Morning (PPCU Mad Libs; Pedro character of your choice x fem!reader) new!

Coffee Crisp Din Djarin (Commissioned Art)

Pedro Pascal Characters Nonsense Outros 🎵

Dividers by @saradika-graphics