#so stop bitching n whining about it n just take it like a good boy

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

It never gets any fucking easier does it

[tojirights]

Prompt “❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜” with alastor :3

Likke reader has been with multiple people but alastor is the first person to make her cum 0.0

prompt: Hii I really like your work! Can you do face sitting with alastor like reader mentions that she wants to sit on alastor face to angel and alastor overhears or angels says outlook to husk while his wasted thank youu

a/n: combining these two prompts!! ^ thinking maybe alastor overhears you talking with angel about your woes and offers to uhhh assist 👀

"the guys down here suck, angel." you sigh, sitting next to angel in the hotel lounge. you crack open your beer and hand him one as well. "yer tellin' me, babe." he chuckles. "whats got ya worked up this tIme?" he hums, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "thats the thing! nothing!" you groan, leaning into his body. "you know how many times i've tried hooking up with someone just for them to bust in 30 seconds and rub my inner thigh?" angel almost chokes on his drink.

"they're the worst. no one down here has been able to make me cum but myself." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink. "who do you want, hm?" angel asks. "maybe i can hook ya up with someone good." he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a giggle from you. the alcohol is making you feel a little brave, so with a sigh, you let your words free. "y'know who i think about all the time?" angel's eyes widen with interest, anticipation building.

"alastor..." you admit for the first time out loud. angel does choke on his drink this time before he laughs. "bitch! the radio demon?!" he barely contains his cackle. "stop! i mean, have you seen him? god, angel. i'd get down on my knees and bark if he told me to. i wanna sit on his face, hold onto his antlers for support. ughh, he's so hot." you whine into angel's chest, embarrasmemt finally setting in. angel tries to contain himself, but you've never said something so out of pocket but also very relatable.

unbeknownst to you, alastor stands not far behind you, his ears twitching as he listens in. a part of him does feel a tinge of guilt for listening, but you'd be quieter if you didn't want anyone to hear you. "well now, isn't that interesting?" alastor's voice makes you jump, almost tossing your beer straight onto angel. "oh fuck..." angel all but pushes you over in an attempt to get away.

"oh my god. alastor i'm so sorry, i was just-" you scramble to defend yourself, but alastor puts his staff under your chin to raise your eyes to his. "what was that you said about wanting to... sit on my face? about these worthless little demons not knowing how to treat a woman?" the sultry tone in his voice has you clenching your thighs together, which you blame on the alcohol swirling in your gut. you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush this off as alastor teasing you but there's a look in his eyes that tells you he's dead serious. "it's nothing! just venting some frustrations, that's all."

your eyes are a dead giveaway, desire flooding them as you peer up at alastor. "why don't you accompany me to my room for the evening, darling? we wouldn't want these inexperienced fools to try and make a move now, would we?" he extends his hand, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. standing, you let him pull you close. "blow my mind, radio boy." you whisper, watching alastor's eyes darken and his smirk grow. alastor uses the shadows, leading you straight to his room in a mere moment.

your heart rate sky rockets, realization hitting your gut as you start to strip. "how long has it been?" he asks, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bed. "w-what?" you hesistate, watching as alastor ushers you to climb on top of him. "since someone else made you cum?" you swallow, straddling his chest. "i don't even remember al..." alastor's hands come around to grip your ass and pull you forward. with a gasp, you brace yourself on the headboard and then the feeling of alastor's tongue immediately has your brain turning to mush.

it's dizzying, the slide of his tongue up and down your slit was already far better than anything you've experienced in such a long time. "o-oh fuck." your body shudders, barely being able to hold still. alastor's tongue dips passed your entrance, lapping up your juices like a man starving. you already feel that familiar coil in your stomach forming, threatening to snap all over alastor's face. "that's, oh god alastor, that's so good." you moan, gripping tighter on the headboard as your hips start to stutter on their own.

then, you feel alastor's hands on your ass start to push and pull you, forcing your cunt to slide over his tongue. "y-you, i'm gonna-" you can't even think straight, pleasure blinding you to anything else happening in the entire world. alastor hums against your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and that's it, you're cumming hard enough that your vision goes dark and tears well in your eyes.

you're shaking, barely being able to breathe as alastor's tongue runs lazy circles over your still sensitive clit to ride out your orgasm. before you're fully recovered, alastor quickly flips you onto your back and his fingers find your puffy pussy. "you have no idea the honor it is to be the only one to see you like this, my dear. the only one to feel you-" he pauses, pushing two fingers inside your needy cunt so he can hear your sweet moans. "cum. and i will be the only one to continue feeling that. you will cum on my face, my fingers, my cock... anything you please."

the desire burning in your core strengthens once more. not even your own fingers have ever made you cum twice, but alastor is about to pull a second orgasm from you almost completely back to back. "make me cum again." you whine, hips arching further off the bed as his fingers pump in and out slowly. "on your cock, fuck, please fuck me alastor."

alastor chuckles, his free hand unbottoning the front of his pants just enough to free his cock. "how could i deny such a good girl? cum on my cock, my princess." in an instant, alastor's fingers are replaced by the thickness of his cock. the first thrust alone has you teetering on the edge, while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit.

your pussy clenches around his girth, pulsing with every sweep of his finger. each thrust of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, his cock filling you like no one else could ever. "y-you, gonna cum again." you cry out, spasms wrecking your body as your second orgasm hits even more intense with the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

alastlor groans, pumping his cock deeper, deeper until he's cumming as well. "such a good girl." he grunts, pushing each thick rope of cum further inside. "you won't ever have to worry about not being taken care of, my dear." he assures, pulling out slowly even as your cunt tries to squeeze him in. "there's plenty more where that came from, rest your pretty little eyes." he coos, pulling a blanket on your tired body.

you just know this is going to be the best sleep pf your fucking life...

[darnell-la]

I can't stop thinking about how Logan would be like "yeah those boys are not enough for you you need a man like me to take care of you" pleeeese do a story based on that <3 Love you guys works btw

note: Logan Howlett is an eater.

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Logan had originally come to y/n’s apartment to drop off dinner. Wade had told him she hadn’t been eating proper food because of her study hours, so he cooked and packed it, ready to foul her up.

When he arrived, he heard noises from the young woman’s room. Two voice. Hers and someone else’s. A man’s. A boy.

He held himself together, understanding that she was young and experimenting. At least she better be. She shouldn’t be dating right now. He won’t allow it.

The man went to turn around and leave, maybe come back in an hour, but he heard a moan. Her moan. “Fuck no,” the man said, changing his mind about experimenting after he heard her with another man.

“Y/n!” The man knocked on the door hard, making the two jump in the bed. “Fuck, that’s Logan — M-My friend’s friend. My friend. J-Just get dressed,” y/n got up quick as well as the boy.

“Goddamnit,” he cussed, angry that he didn’t get to finish after touching y/n for the longest to get her wet. “Can you just like shoo him away or somethin? I’m fucking hard,” the boy said.

“I can’t, he’s like family. And he wouldn’t leave anyway,” she said, making the boy roll her eyes. “Get him outta here or I ain’t comin’ back,” the boy said, making her roll her eyes, but she was also horny now. She needed something.

Y/n cracked the door, hoping to talk with Logan for a quick second before sending him off, but he pushed open the door, causing Y/n to fall back.

“You ain’t comin’ back. Get the fuck out,” Logan snapped at the boy. His attitude was unacceptable. Even his appearance in her room was unacceptable.

“Dude, get out of here — We just got-“ Before he could say anything, Logan grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him out of her room. “Don’t come back, or you’ll regret it,”

Logan shut the door and then turned to look at y/n who was embarrassed. “Logan, I-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “You what? Fuck boys during your study time?”

“What!? No, I- I mean — Logan, why are you here?” She asked, trying to switch the conversation which made him chuckle. “To give you dinner that you never have time to eat. Now I see why,”

Y/n felt bad. Now Logan knew she didn’t show up on Friday nights because she was fucking some random boy.

“You ditch family for a boy that can’t respect you? Let alone, properly make you wet!?” The man asked, shocking y/n. “H-He does make me wet,” y/n said, not knowing why she would tell Logan that. She just felt defensive.

“Oh, really? You know I can smell ya, Bub. Right?” Logan asked the young lady as he placed her dinner down on a desk before walking towards her. “And you’re already all dried up,”

“Logan that’s- That’s very inappropriate,” she said as she backed up, the back of her legs hitting her bed. “Is it? Then I must be a nasty son of a bitch, because I smell for you every time I’m around you,”

Y/n didn’t know how that got her on her bed, spread open for him, but she was, legs spread and cunt leaking as he stuffed his face in between her legs.

“So fuckin’ tasty. Gotta lick that son of a bitch off of you,” Logan groaned onto her heat as her hands tangled in his hair. “Oh god, Logan,” y/n threw her head back as her bud swole.

“Sweetest pussy that lives, baby. So fuckin’ good,” Logan couldn’t stop eating at her. He lifted a hand up and used two fingers to push at her entrance until he could curl in the right spot.

“F-Fuck,” y/n cried, making him lean back to watch her as he finger fucked her cunt. “You like that?” Logan asked as she nodded, head still leaned back and eyes closed.

“Yeah? Gonna start callin’ me instead of the boys?” He asked her, making her nod quickly. “Yeah, these boys aren’t enough for you. You need a man like me to take care of you,”

Y/n whined as she grinned at his fingers, chasing her orgasm. She was close, and he had just started. He was definitely better than any boy she’d been with. He was even better than herself.

“Give it to me, baby — Cum on my face — Need my face drenched,” the man looked into the girl's eyes and began to cross and roll back.

“C’mon, baby, give it to me — Give it to your man,” Logan kitty licked her bud to give her a better sensation that Wii jot sent her over the edge with a loud moan.

Logan latched his lips around her lips as he continued fingering her, humming into her cunt to get this amazing feeling in.

She tried to push the man off and close her legs, but he kept slapping her hands away and speeding her legs further with his free hand.

“G-God, Logan,” y/n cried out, feeling a bit embarrassed, and he felt it. He slightly loved the idea of her being shy from now on. The animal in him loved the look of a deer in headlights.

[mattsfootcramp]

'Birthday Sex'-M.S

summary: You and the triplets throw a party for their birthday. Matt got a little tipsy...

warnings: FILTHY!! hair pulling, doggy, multiple orgasms, dom! matt, degradation, oral fixations, matt the munch, fingerings, spanking, slapping, blow jobs, use of safe words, smut. plan smut

a/n: I'm just gonna go with the flow on this

she sat on one of the couches as people were buzzing in the air. music was playing in the background. the smell of sweat lingered in the air.

she was wearing a black and silver sequence dress. one of her boyfriend's favorites out of all her dresses.

it was short and strapless and sexy. she stands up and walks toward the kitchen, where she finds Matt drinking out of a red solo cup.

"Hey, birthday boy. Do you feel it yet?" She asks

"What? the alcohol?" He says, confused

"Yeah.." She answers

"The best iv ever felt." He takes her hand and wraps his other around her waist.

he puts the hand he is holding on her thigh and rubs it gently. he bends down to her ear level.

"How about.. we just take a few steps into my room. How does that sound?" He whispers in her ear. causing shivers to go down her spine from his lustful words

she quickly nods and makes her way to Matt's room. a few minutes later, Matt gets in. be immediately goes to kiss her.

"god y/n... your so fucking perfect...I love you so much" He praises in between kisses

she could taste the alcohol on his lips. but she didn't care she wanted this so bad

Matt's tongue makes its way into her mouth. making their guys' tongues fight for dominance. ultimately, Matt won.

Matt puts his right hand onto the dress near the breast line and pulls it down so her boobs hang out for the air. She hisses as the cold air hits her already hard nipples.

"look at how fucking beautiful you are" He attaches his mouth to her left tit and flicks her right nipple with his hand.

"look at how fucking beautiful you are" He attaches his mouth to her left tit and flicks her right nipple with his hand.she whimpers slightly.

Matt pulls away takes his shirt off places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her down to her kneesshe unbuckles his restricting belt. his cock rock hard. Once she gets his pants off she jerks him off slightly. matt hissing slightly

"oh fuck.. put your mouth on it. be a little slut for me" He puts his hands on the back of her head and thrusts into her mouth

"oh- my god" He picks up the pace. she was gagging softly

she squirms slightly to catch air. he stops thrusting. resting his cock in her mouth. he slaps her across the cheek

"stop fucking moving bitch. You gonna take it like the good girl you are" He roughly sayshe continues his thrusts.

she feels him twitching in her mouth signaling that his close.

"god this mouth- oh fuck- it's all mine...I'm c-cumming" she cums and she swallows

"on the bed ass up face down" He says roughly as he takes his still hard cock out of her mouthshe gets on the bed and puts her face in the pillow

"should I eat you out from behind" making her whine

"it was a joke" He says slapping her ass

He gets behind her and teases her entrance before slamming into her not giving her enough time to adjust to his length and width

"OH fuck matt" his thrusts were fast and rough. He slaps her ass as his hip recole off of it.

"all mine baby.. fuck your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock" he grunts outHe pulls her hair up making her head go up and out of the pillow

"moan louder slut. no one can fucking hear you" making y/n make a pronographic moan matt keeps railing into her

"god fuck... your pussy is sucking me in. your such a little cum slut."

"m-matt. so c-lose" She warns him

"yeah? then cum for me. make a mess like the slut you are

"she releases her cum. her cum floats down his dick making a white ring around the basematt keeps thrusting into her like there no tomorrow

"m-att I can't im to sensitive" She sobs out

"and I don't care. your gonna take it like a little bitch" he pushes her head into the bed more

"oh.. fuck yeah baby take it." he grunts out

"I can't" she sobs out

"yes you can. take it like a little slut" he retorts.his thrusts get faster and harder

"RED RED RED" she screams their safe wordmatt stopped everything he was doing and pulled out of her gently and craddeld her.

"hey I'm so sorry.. come here" his face softens and lays next to her

"it's okay. It just hurt.." She whips a tear

"I'm so sorry.. come here. let's cuddle"

a/n: this sat in my fucking drafts forever so I finished it up and bro the ending sucks ass but oh well

ⒸMattfootcramp

Taglist: @iluvjakeyy @spicybabysworld @monroesturnns @sturniolo-fann @bernardsbendystraws @hystria-things

[acid-ixx]

random yandere nsfw headcanons/kinks pt. 4

sub! bottom! mammon

a/n: ignore the fact that im supposed to post a xiao fic. i wrote this for an irl. this can be interpreted as yandere or not since it's obscured but implied masochism! no beta read. gn reader.

comments, reblogs, and asks are appreciated! it inspires me to write more ^^

pact play - he doesn't even want to admit this in front of ANYONE, but he relishes in the feel of you taking advantage of your pact. if he's being bratty whenever you talk to someone else then you can simply force him to kneel and keep his head low. he talks too much? make him shut up. he wouldn't admit the sparks of electricity that shoot up his spine whenever you run your hands across his naked body when you force his body to stay still— but you'll surely know with how hard he is, and with the precum that leaks down his dick. maybe he likes being ordered around. maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want to think about how well he follows your orders even if he's no say against it. on the contrary, you can do whatever you want on his body. make him strip, play with his pecs, push his hips against the bed; order him to stay still.

degradation - degrade him, just a bit. tell him he's a needy whore for actively seeking you out. he's used to rebutting whatever insults his brothers spat about him but god, his reaction to you is way different than one could imagine. tell him how pathetic he looks all flustered and moaning for you, as you stroke his dick, at a slower pace than usual. a combination of your insults and the stimulation on his body sure does wanders because he cums quicker than usual. "you're such a bitch, huh? can't even last a round?" he gets even more overstimulated, unable to muster a word, with only gargled moans that come out of his mouth. if you keep degrading him as you do more rounds, he might be fucked way too stupid to even know it's already morning.

name calling - this plays well with degradation. call him a bitch, a toy, a needy slut, anything that's a mix between your degrading praises. isn't he such a good boy? a good dog? so fucking dirty for even kneeling on the cold, hard floor, humping your legs and shaking from just how good he feels. "you'll make such a good, behaved pet, yes?-" he'll nod quicker than you could utter the next sentence, unable to speak a coherent response, "-if only you aren't such a bitch." mammon will whine just hearing you releasing a breathy laugh.

blindfold - for him, there are times when he wishes he doesn't think. well, he already doesn't most of the time- but in a more literal sense, you could deprive him of one of his senses. his mind is buzzing with excitement from the anticipation, but he can't predict anything at all, which makes things all the more better. less thoughts, more stimulation, really. will you whip out your box of toys that you so gracefully gifted him after he complained that you don't spoil your pretty boyfriend much? will you use the lush, pink vibrator mercilessly on his dick? will you play with some sort of electro-stimulating toy on his pecs? will your hands toy with his body but never on his dick, just to tease him? will you open up a bottle of lube and-? ahhh, anything is up to you to decide, and not his to worry about.

orgasm denial - stimulate him so much to the point he's on the verse to cum then stop with your ministrations. see just how hard he falls, he cries and especially begs. he can't muster up the question, "why??? why did you stop???" and instead looks at you like you committed a sin yourself. after all the touches, all the hickies, bruises, and marks you've left on his body— you still won't let him cum??? then even before he could whine out about you being so merciless, so so so so cruel, you'll ravage his body with another round of strokes, and just right before he cums again you'll stop and repeat the cycle. it's so fucking unfair, he believes, but he can't even fight back and that's the worst part!!! it feels too good and you're denying him of his release but he can't complain because either way you're making him feel way too good and he's greedy too eat your affection up so who is he to complain?

[dilfl0v3rss]

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what would have had to happen for y/n to be in this situation with ony

hmmmm idk

sikeeee!! i always know😛 link

“got some nerve…coming up in there like you ain’t got no sense” his voice deeply touched your ears as he spoke. your ass was hot from the many times he’s struck it. pussy being pounded into oblivion from the back. it was almost certain you were going to be sore and bedridden in the morning. all because you let jealousy cloud your judgment.

“ma i just told you, been telling you the whole ride home, i don’t know that girl” you rolled your eyes at him, not caring about the irritated look your boyfriend was giving you. “you mean to tell me this bitch knows your name, mom’s name, and has your number in her contacts, and you never fucked wit her? boy get the fuck outta here wit that!” you pointed your long acrylic nail in his face as you spoke. getting up close and personal to show him that you weren’t playing.

ony took a deep breath before replying. crossing his big arms across his chest to keep himself from just snatching you up right there. “first of all…watch your mouth. second, i need you to put that big girl brain to good use and think.” you rolled your eyes as he continued to to break down your assumptions. “no cocky shit, but i’m probably the most known nigga on this campus and you know that. so of course people gon know my name. as for my number, i can’t stop girls from asking around for it. she prolly got it from someone on the team and i’ll check em for that. and you can check my phone to clarify ‘cause ain’t no female in there but my momma and you.”

your face began to soften as his excuses were starting to make sense, an apology already on the tip of your tongue as he continued. “as far as knowing momma’s name, you gotta be smarter than that princess. after every game what i say to the camera?” your eyes revert to the floor, guilt clouding your mind as you start to feel bad for how you were acting. ony softly cooed at you, inked fingers tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “tell me ma” you sighed deeply, taking a long pause before answering his question. “y’say ‘first i wanna give a shout-out to my very first supporters, my parents Abena and Todd Jackson.’ m’sorr-”

“sh sh sh. what else baby?” your eyes instantly began to water as you recited the second part of his speech. “a-and y’said ‘a-also wanna give a big shoutout t-to my beautiful g-girlfriend y/n.’ m’sorry papa i was just so mad and i–” he cut you off again, this time by snatching you up by your throat and bringing your face closer to his. “this is why we communicate ain’t it? to prevent shit like this, but you ain’t do that did you? nahh….you came into the team house yelling and screaming, embarrassing the both of us ‘cause you let your emotions get the best f’you. so now…. ima let mine get the best of me. go in the room and strip.”

it was a matter of minutes before ony had you stripped and screaming in the middle of the bed. dick punishing your insides so good , but you held that need for release with a death grip. “daddyyyy i said m’sorry alreadyyy. p-please let me cumm” you whined, drool dripping from your lips as ony replied with a hard slap on your ass. “no. you ain’t learn yet” he grumbled, angling his hips downward so he can be felt in your stomach. your mouth opened in a silent scream, the feeling too much for you as you tried to inch up the bed.

ony watched you closely, letting you move up just enough so you can take a sigh of relief before yanking you back onto him. “don’t run from me mama. you gettin what you deserve” you let out a loud whine as you felt him begin to hit you deeper than he did before, heavy hand coming down on your ass repeatedly. your ass was definitely going to be sore in the morning. “you love me?” ony asked, stroking you just right to the point where holding your orgasm was almost unbearable. “y-you know i love you daddy”

the next thing you knew, your back was too his chest and ony has his hand tightly around your neck. the brutal pace of his hips slowing to deep strokes. his dick repeatedly hitting the sweetest spots inside of you. there was no way you could hold it in anymore, a quiet whine escaping your lips as your release slowly trickled down your thighs. ony wasn’t far behind, his ropes of cum shot deep into you as he slowed his hips to a stop.

“if you love me then communicate wit me cause now you gon be here all night. turn over.”

[theemporium]

Frenemies with benefits, jealous remus lupin x reader please🙏🙏🙏🙏

thank you for requesting!🖤

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Your relationship with Remus Lupin was complicated, to say the least.

You were friends in the sense that you belonged to the same friendship group. You hung out together as a group. You ate meals together as a group. You went out on trips to Hogsmeade together and had drinks at the Three Broomsticks together. 

In the eyes of the Hogwarts’ student body, you and Remus Lupin friends. 

But you were anything but. 

Despite sharing a mutual friend group, Remus just so happened to be the one you never seemed to click with. You would try to be polite, he would be snarky in response. You would try asking about his life, he would shut you down. You would try and make an effort, and he wouldn’t be interested. 

You had given up trying at one point, seeing there be no use in you being anything beyond civil when it came to the wizard. 

Until you were paired up together for prefect rounds every Wednesday night after curfew—that was when things changed between you.

“Fuck, somebody is gonna see us!” 

“That’s never stopped you before.”

You rolled your eyes at his witty retort, opening your mouth to reply with your own snarky comment, but you were quickly distracted by the way his hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as his tongue lapped at your cunt. 

It turned out that fucking around was a much healthier way of taking your anger out on each other. Who would have thought?

“Always moaning like such a slut,” he groaned against you, his warm breath tickling as you squirmed against the wall. You had barely made it past the first three corridors before he was pressing you up against an alcove, his hands pawing at you. He had slid your panties down your legs, tucked them into his back pocket and ducked his head under your skirt to be where he wanted to be. 

“Shut up, Lupin,” you moaned, your fingers roughly tugging on the strands of his hair which only made the boy groan against your clit. 

“You’re fucking soaked,” he muttered, kissing along your thighs as he licked the mess you had made. He fucking loved how responsive you were to him, the way you whined and mewled as he marked up your inner thighs. 

“Just fuck me,” you whined, pulling at his shirt until the boy caught the hint and quickly stood up, his fingers working quick to unbutton his trousers and push them down his thighs. 

“Needy for my cock?” he teased, the smile on his face far too smug for your liking. 

You reached down, the heel of your palm pressed against his hardening bulge and you grinned when he let out a whiny noise from the back of his throat. You dipped your hand beyond the waistband of his boxers, slowly stroking the length of him until he was bucking into your hand. 

“Just as needy as you are to be inside me,” you retorted, watching the way his eyes fought to stay open. 

“Bitch,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Prick,” you muttered back before gripping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. 

Your bodies worked together like a well-played song, moving in harmony as he gripped the back of your legs and lifted you up. Your legs wound around him as he pressed you against the wall, your lips moving feverishly as he squeezed the base of his dick before slowly sliding in you. 

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, the sound was sinful and guttural and it made you clench around him. 

“Please,” you whined, your head falling back against the wall as he pulled out before thrusting his length back in.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, open-mouthed kisses and soft licks pressed against your skin. “That’s it, squeeze around me like a good girl. Wanna feel you come around my cock.” 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you repeated like a mantra, your lips parting with a silent scream as he lifted you up and down his cock, like you were nothing but a toy. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt your nails digging into his shoulders, listening to the way you whimpered his name as the walls of your cunt clenched around him as you finally came. He followed a few thrusts later, spilling inside of you as you pressed chaste kisses along his jaw and neck. 

You both took a few moments, letting yourselves catch your breath before you began to fix yourselves up. You made sure you looked presentable before you returned to your rounds, pretending that you hated each other once again as you walked through the corridors of the hallways. 

“Ever gonna give me my knickers back?” you asked him when you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your thighs, the way they clenched together as you walked. 

His lips only twitched with a smirk as he squeezed the material in his pocket. “Nah, they’re mine now, love,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Maybe I should wave them around that poor Ravenclaw fucker’s face, show him what he can’t get.”

“You’re a pervert, Lupin. A jealous pervert.” 

“I don’t see you complaining, darling.”

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[so-much-for-the-seashells]

The Fun Kind of Sparring Pt. 2

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

(Aka minors do NOT interact with this post)

A/N: Sooooooo… did ya miss me?? Heh. My down stairs brain has been exercised, that’s for sure. Took five but now I’m trying to change lives 💪

Anyways, as always, all interaction, especially commentary/tags, is extremely appreciated! It really makes my day to hear that people like what I’m putting out there.

Content Warning: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ If you thought the last one was diddle-that-skittle-worthy, this one… I think I’m going to need to take a cold shower. I mean, my man doesn’t stop talking. I will say he’s really sweet to the reader. A few things he says sound more like him in canon, but overall he’s really sweet. Look, guys, life is lifing rn so I just needed a sweet hot old man to talk me through it 🤷‍♀️

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Previously on The Fun Kind of Sparring

"Good girl," he praises, and it's all I can do not to keen. I have to be soaked through my shorts by now, there's no way. "Well, what l'd do next... that's simple. I'd fuck her until she cried, and then I'd keep going. And I'd keep going until the only thing she can remember is my name, until she's gooey and clingy and a sweet little fucked out thing, all for me," he finishes, his grin from before returning back to his face. I'm losing it. I can't think straight. And yet- he's still waiting for me to make the first move. Son of a bitch.

"O-okay," I clear my throat, unable to find my senses. "And if that hypothetical girl was me?" We both know it's me, I just need to hear it.

"Well in that case I think l'd be the luckiest bastard who ever lived," he says sincerely, looking at me with a gaze that can only be described as pure adoration and lust. Yep. That's it for me. I lean up and kiss him with as much force as I can muster.

A strand of spit connects our lips when we part, and if I hadn’t heard him say all those dirty things I’d think it was the most erotic thing imaginable. It’s certainly a close second, though.

He crashes his lips back to mine once the strand breaks, demanding access that I could never be strong enough not to give. He explores my mouth with great fervor, silencing the small whimpers and whines trying to tear themselves from my throat. Once he’s sure I’m breathless he moves down, planting a row of kisses to my jaw before kissing down my neck, biting and sucking dark marks at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

But through the lust induced haze that’s already clouding my brain I can only remember one thing.

“Uh, Ben?” my voice is unrecognizable, breathy and high.

“Yeah?” He says into my collarbone where he’s been leaving more love bites.

“What about you? Don’t you get to come in the story?”

“Oh, you’re sweet on me, huh, baby? Don’t you worry about me sweet girl, that’ll come later- no pun intended.”

“Oh, okay,” I mumble, tugging him up by the hair so I can kiss him again. “I could kiss you forever,” I say. And it sounds stupid, but his plush pink lips are just too good to be true.

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss me again. There’s just no feeling like it. I reach for the hem of his grey sweatpants, but he grunts, pulling away. I look at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“Sugar, as much as I’d love to give some sad sap the chance of walking in on this, I think it’s better we move this to my room.”

“Oh, okay,” I concede.

“Trust me,” he says, almost… shifty? Whatever. I’m too horny to decipher his gaze at the moment. I let him all but pick me up off the floor, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror embellished wall: my face is sweaty and splotchy, hair already a wreck, hickies everywhere on my neck and shoulders. Holy hell. I haven’t even gotten laid yet, and I look like I went nine rounds in a porno. Motherfucker. Me-fucker, in a minute. Good god.

“I think I’m an artist,” he says smugly from behind me, admiring the blues and purples on my neck and shoulders, and catching my gaze in the mirror. He presses his bulge to my ass, at which I gasp. He’s huge. I can already tell. How the fuck does he even-? I don’t even know how I’m going to finish that question.

“C’mon sweetheart, my room ain’t far.”

“Okay,” I mumble, stuck on the absent feeling of his bulge against me. “But the floor was so hot,” I pout.

“Don’t I know it, sweets,” he grins. “But I’ve got big plans for you, if you remember.”

I moan softly at the memory of his dirty words

“Attagirl.” The shit eating grin from before is right back on his face. “Now c’mon, sweets,” he tugs my hand in his, practically dragging me out of the gym. Before I know it I’m laying on my back in his soft bed, him over me. He somehow kisses me both soft and slow, and rough and fast, and it’s almost impossible to breath. Especially as he adds more to the canvas he’s made of my body.

“Can I?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I nod, and pulls it up over my head, obviously enjoying what he finds under it.

“Of course my pretty girl has pretty tits too, I shouldn’t even be surprised, but”-he kisses the tops of each of my breasts-“damn, baby.”

I blush at his praise, unable to help myself. “Can I take off this cute little bra?” he asks.

“Mhm,” I say, hoping that he’ll just rip it off. But instead of being raucous he gently unclasps it from behind, teasing it off of me. He trails lower with his lips, lavishing my breasts in attention that leaves them perky and alert once he leaves them for my stomach.

I can’t help but start giggling at the feeling of his scratchy beard on my stomach as he continues his trek of kisses and such southward. “What’s funny?” he asks, obviously amused by my laughter. I can only giggle harder because he seems to catch on, now intentionally scratching at me with it. He starts kissing lower and lower, and eventually my giggles dissolve into moans as he nips at the juncture of my thigh and pelvis.

“So sweet,” he mumbles, tugging at the waist band of my shorts. He pulls both them and my underwear off in one go. “Oh, sweets,” he breathes. “You this wet all for me?”

I squeak, unable to respond to the dark, lust-filled look in his eyes as he asks. Thankfully the question is rhetorical, because my brain is already starting to get fuzzy.

He gingerly pulls off my shoes and socks, before pressing featherlight kisses to and massaging up my left leg. Just as he reaches my sopping heat does he stop, biting the squishy flesh of the inside of my thigh before returning back down on my right leg.

“Ben,” I whine impatiently, unsure of how much more of this teasing I can take before I just come without him doing anything.

He just tuts at me before continuing his ministrations. And good grief does he know what buttons to press, because my legs already feel like jello in his hands.

Finally he bites my other thigh, and I’m all but shaking with how eager I am for him to do something, anything to me. And he seems to be more than happy to comply.

“Listen, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he says roughly, sincerely, as his cheek rests against the inside of my thigh.

“O-okay?” I say, my tone far past breathy.

“That’s my girl,” he grins before diving in.

It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like he’s lit orgasmic fireworks, like far too much and not enough all at once, like… it’s fucking inexplainable. Especially while I’m physically squirming from how good it feels, while he only needs one big hand splayed over my stomach to keep me down. I couldn’t even tell you what I’m moaning between the incoherent mess of his one syllable name and the whines he’s pulling out of me.

It’s incredible. And he’s so methodical, so good at it. Eighty odd years of experience will do it to you I guess, but this is like, next level.

And before I know it my stomach is tightening in on itself, and I try to warn him. I really do. But he doesn’t even need me to warn him. Instead he takes his hand off my stomach and places both on either of my thighs, locking me in place around his head. And before I know it, his tongue thrusting in and out of me and his nose and facial hair rubbing on my clit have me coming with a loud cry of his name. I’m physically shaking by the end of it from how he continues to fuck me through it, lapping up every last drop.

The thing about Ben is that he does everything with great fervor. Passion, really, except he thinks that’s too feminine a word. There just has to be a certain exceptionality to the way he does things. When he snorts a line of coke, the line had better be four times longer than anyone else’s. When he performed back in the day, it had to be more grandiose than Queen, more ostentatious than Madonna. When he eats pussy, it has to be fucking leagues ahead of any other man or woman in the entire world.

And man oh man does he deliver. I think I come again, but it’s hard to tell from how intense the initial orgasm was and how fuzzy the overstimulation is making my brain. But he eventually pulls back, once again resting his stubbled cheek on the inside of my thigh, my come glistening on his jaw and mouth. It’s a sight of debauchery in its purest-or should I say filthiest- form. I’m panting, trying to ground myself as he smugly smirks at me, his greens eyes sparkling like cut emeralds.

“Y’like that, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing damn well I do. And yes, he’s cocky as fuck, but… he’s not wrong.

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Good girl,” and at that I clench around nothing. And he does not fail to notice.

“Aww, my sweet girl likes being a good girl,” he observes, languidly running a knuckle through my folds. I gasp, and he chuckles. “Easy.”

He surprises me by thrusting one finger in- and like he said, it wouldn’t do much with how wet I was. So he gives me a second, and I start to feel it, especially when he hits my g-spot on every languid thrust, eliciting tinny moans from me. The tinny moans get louder when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of me, opening me up as far as he sees fit. “Gotta get you ready for me,” he explains, spitting on his other hand before brining his thumb to my clit. I’m beyond fucked once the rough pad of his thumb meets my sensitive bud, gasping his name and arching my back.

“You’re taking ‘em so well, sweet girl. Gonna give you another,” he tells me before adding a third finger and rubbing on my clit even faster. I barely last three minutes of this before I come for the second-third?- time with a weak cry of his name, still ready for more. I’m flustered from how easy it was to make me come, and his words certainly don’t soothe my blush.

“Oh, look at this pretty pussy gushin’ f’me, she’s too good to me,” he groans, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out to prolong my bliss. “Aww sweet girl, why’re you embarrassed, huh? I think my new favorite color is pink cause of your sweet cheeks. My pretty girl, my perfect girl.”

My mind is so fuzzy. Ben- Soldier Boy- is literally praising me whereas he calls anyone else a disappointment or a whore. And he’s making me feel so good, not only because of the incredible sex but with the way he’s treating me.

He kisses me again before he stands up, and I can taste myself on him. I don’t mind though, because his lips, his tongue… I can hardly account for my senses, much less comprehend the taste of myself. He stares at me and finally takes the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands. I can’t help the way my jaw drops as he finally pulls them and his boxers down, and naturally he gives me his signature smirk.

The bottom line is that he’s even bigger than I had thought earlier. Like, this is a size I thought only dildos came in, not the real thing. It’s long, it’s thick, and it’s rock hard. His eyes are trained on mine, so naturally he catches me gaping and laughs. Jackass.

“You know that not all of that is going to fit, right?” I ask, a little nervous.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, cocksure. I can’t help but gulp involuntarily, but once he brings his lips back down to mine I’m right back into my whipped frenzy, pouting and following his lips like a puppy when he pulls away, rummaging in his bedside drawer but talking all the while.

“Don’t worry, m’gonna give you what you want, just gotta ease you into it, okay? Ain’t gonna treat you like a loosened whore, I could never. My sweet girl. Didn’t bring you in here for nothing, wanted this.” He holds up a small bottle, and that’s when I get it. He needed the damn lube. That’s why he wanted to come back here. Not a big connection, but for someone who’s ready to let him doin all sorts of unspeakable things to her and thank him for it, it’s a revolutionary revelation.

“Oh-oh,” I say, my voice breaking when I watch him fist himself a few times.

“Gonna make it feel so good for you,” he mumbles, rubbing a generous amount of lube up and down his length. As if it hasn’t already been beyond good. “Tell you what, baby, I want you to ride me, just to start. Y’can adjust on your own time, take it as slow as you need, okay sweet girl? ‘Cause if I’m on top… I don’t think I can make any promises.” At least he’s honest. The horny part of me wants him to just go ahead and rail me within an inch of my life, but the small, annoying, rational part of me recognizes how huge he is. He sits down next to me on the bed, comfortably resting against the pilos and the headboard. His legs are splayed, showing off the endearing curve to them.

It takes a lot out of my already fucked out self to move two inches and straddle him, but I do. He smiles, genuinely smiles, and I can’t help but smile back.

“Take it easy, sweet girl,” he tells me. “We’ve got all night. You just take all the time you need.” I’m so turned on by how sweet he is, I genuinely can’t even help it.

“Okay,” I mumble, reaching for his cock, feeling it in my hands. It’s just a little thicker than the grip of one of my hands- definitely thicker than anything I’ve ever had, but not as scary as I thought. I rub the leaking precum over his tip, because even though he’s already poured a more than generous amount of lube on himself I can’t be too sure. Not to mention the delicious gasps he’s making at every touch are enough to just do this for the next six hours.

But finally, finally I’m ready. I position myself over it, my arms encircling Ben’s wide, freckled shoulders.

And then I slowly, ever so slowly sink down on the tip. We both moan at the newfound sensation, and I physically have to stop for a second. He’s just so big. All of him is, from his ego to his overall stature, but inside me? He’s huge, and the stretch is beyond satiating.

“You okay, sweets?” he asks, recovering quicker than me.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he kisses me on the lips. The distraction of the kiss lets me move more comfortably down his length. I make it a little bit more before I have to stop again. “You’re squeezing me so good, this pussy was made for me,” he groans when I stop, and I hide my own noises into the crook of his shoulder.

“Ben?” I mumble.

“Yeah?”

“I need help,” I whine, keeping my face hidden to hide my embarrassment.

“Aww, sweetpea,” he lets out a small laugh despite himself, furthering my angry red blush. “C’mere, look at me,” I do as he says, my thighs sore from keeping me up as I do so.

“No need to be embarrassed with me, sugar,” he says softly, before bring my lips to his, a big hand cupping the side of my head. I barely notice his other hand on my hip until he slowly starts guiding me down on him, lifting me up and down where I’m and pushing me down further and further as he does so. He muffles my whimpers and whines into the kiss, kissing me so long that I forget what it’s like to breathe.

Once he’s bottomed out and I’m properly seated on his lap does he pull away, letting me moan as loud as I need to.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his own voice strained.

“Full,” I mumble, because it’s true. He’s so all consuming in this moment, all I can concentrate on is how he fills me to the brim.

He twitches inside of me at that, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothin’ baby, you just can’t be throwing around words like that,” he groans.

“You asked,” I protest.

“I know,” he retorts, kissing me again. After a few moments of sitting there on his lap, I tell him I’m ready to move a little.

“You need help, sweets?” he asks, giving me a knowing look. And I want to say no, that much is probably written on my face. Want to show him that I’m capable of bouncing on his enormous cock, but I sincerely don’t think I am.

“Maybe,” I concede sheepishly.

“That’s okay, baby,” he smiles gently, grabbing me by the hips. He slowly lifts me up his length, and I can feel my walls trying to contract around him as he moves me up, clenching him like a vice. A soft groan leaves his lips whilst various whimpers leave mine.

He keeps this gentle pace, so slow that I can feel every single inch of him slide in and slip out. Slowly the burn from the initial stretch disipates into pure pleasure that leaves me whispering his name every time he bottoms out. But eventually it’s not enough, because the thoughts of his promises creep into my empty mind, his promises of fucking me. Until I cry, until I can only remember his name and nothing else.

“Ben,” I mumble, my head still resting in the crook of his neck as he eases me up and down. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what, pretty girl?”

Jackass. He knows damn well what, I can hear it in his voice. “I don’t want to say it,” I whine. He pulls me back so we’re eye to eye, resting me on his lap.

“I think you’re gonna have to,” he’s grinning ear to ear.

I pout, my hands resting on his chest.

“C’mon baby,” he prods, thumbing my lower lip. I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it. It clearly takes a lot out of him to take his finger out of my mouth, he seems to be turned on by the action.

“Fine. I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. If anyone else were acting this bratty with me I think I’d have to teach them a lesson,” he smirks, the cocky promise clear in his eyes. Before I can retort he slips out of me, and I whine at the emptiness. I don’t like it.

Thankfully I don’t have to wait long because he lays me down, resting over me in a plank just as he was when we were “sparring.”

“Y’trust me?” His thumb comes up to meet my pulse point, his other fingers grazing across the bitten flesh of the juncture of my neck and shoulder, creating the most delicious sting. I nod frantically. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” I whisper. His presses down barely a fraction harder, and yet it’s already enough to set me off even while being empty.

“I need you to promise me something, gorgeous,” he says, making the most intense eye contact I’ve ever seen from him.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” His eyes are slightly wide, indicating how important to him this is. It’s easy to say: “Okay,” he has all of my trust. I kiss him for good measure, and we’re back. Fireworks gone off again halfway through as I take initiative to deepen the kiss before he can. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s stronger and so all consuming, and before I know it my mind is blank again. Blank and wanting one thing: him.

He gets up and I whine, not wanting him away from him. “Miss me already? My clingy girl,” he says affectionately, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my hips, kissing my stomach.

Settling above me once again, he lifts my legs up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders, nearly bending me in half. But I let him, I’ll be as malleable ad he needs me to be if it’ll help him deliver on those promises.

“You sure you want this, sweets? Last chance to back out,” he tells me. I can’t believe he has the audacity to let the thought of me wanting to back out cross his mind. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want him.

“I’m so sure. Fuck me, please,” I tell him. This is the strongest my voice has been this far, and I think he gets the memo.

“As you wish,” he grins, before sheathing himself in me in one go. I scream his name, but the noise is cut off by all air leaving my body as he thrusts into me at a literal superhuman pace. The sounds are ungodly, with every thrust a broken moan and the occasional grunt from him. He finds my g-spot with ease, slamming into it with every thrust ad he pounds me into his mattress.

“You sounds so pretty, maybe we should look into making one of those Internet videos.” I moan at the idea. I didn’t think starring in a porno would be my thing until he and his transatlantic 1950s accent suggested it.

“Yeah, everyone would want a piece of this pussy. But she’s all mine,” those last three words are punctuated with particularly hard, possessive thrusts that leave me gasping his name.

He brings his hand up to my throat once more, and the moment his thumb grazes my pulse point as it did before I realize just how much I want to come. “You like that, huh. Such a good girl,” I clench around him as he presses light pressure to my throat, and even though he’s not even done anything with my clit and it’s been maybe two minutes I’m coming hard and all-consumingly. It washes over me in waves that match Ben’s pace, seemingly getting more intense as he keeps fucking me.

“Oh sweetheart, you look so gorgeous when you make a mess of my dick. I’m hopin’ to see that five more times before the end of the night,” he tells me, but I barely hear him, too engulfed in my pleasure. He somehow adjusts the pillow under me while continuing his incessant pace and his grip on my throat and the new angle has me crying from how good it is.

“Aww, what’s the matter sweets?” he coos, knowing damn well what the matter is. It’s just too good.

“You’re so deep,” I sob, unable to gain my bearings because of how full I feel.

“Don’t I know it,” he groans, going impossibly harder. Eventually he takes his hand from my throat, and I whine, until he brings it down to my clit.

“Make it a good one, beautiful,” he winks with a click of his tongue before skillfully rubbing circles into my sensitive bud.

“Ben, it’s too much-,” I protest, but all it takes is a few more circles and I’m coming undone around him again. I’m both hyperaware of my tears soaking my face and the burn from the position of my legs but also on the verge of unconsciousness with how good it all feels. My legs are quivering around him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, taking it so well,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing away my tears. I’d never had a lay so good that the guy had to reassure me that I was okay because I was shaking and crying uncontrollably from just how good it was. But then again, prior to tonight, I’d never had a lay with Ben.

He quickly brings me to the edge again, his fingers fast on my clit and his thrusts deeper than ever. When I come I can’t say his name, I can’t say much of anything because my mind is blank. Fuzzy, syrupy, I feel almost soft while the only noises I can make are little whimpers as he just keeps going. And I fucking love it.

“‘m gonna come,” he warns, and I muster enough of my bearings to tell him ‘please.’ He gladly obliges, coming with a loud grunt of my name, bottoming out so far inside me that he may damn well be in my cervix. I can feel it leaking out of me, and even in my fucked out stupor I can remember to moan. It’s the hottest feeling I’ve ever felt. He slowly pulls out then, gently easing my legs down.

I look up at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he doesn’t go for another three like he was planning to.

“Don’t want to break you on the first night, sugar,” he says, sweetly cupping my face in his hands. “I know you don’t feel it right now but you’re gonna be real sore in a couple hours.”

I pout, unsure of how to react to that. My legs are still shaking and while I do feel tired I’m still turned on.

Okay, maybe there’s dull ache.

“Oh, don’t pout. There’s other nights, and I’m gonna take care of you,” he smiles softly.

“Okay,” I whisper, finally regaining enough sense to talk.

He leans down to kiss me, softly this time. I melt into the kiss, and that’s when I realize: I don’t just want Ben. I think the feelings might be deeper. Maybe I… love? him.

But hey. There’s other nights.

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As a bonus, cause I love y’all: if we can get 250 notes on this post by the end of the poll time then I will do a spicy soldier boy fic with whichever of these gets the most votes. If we can somehow get to 400 I’ll do the top two! No kink shaming, okay? 🥹🎀

In the meantime, if you want more Soldier Boy try Taming the Supe!! <3

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[eyesxxyou]

thinkin about hobie who moans like a girl w a reader who loves the sound of his voice 🤭🤭 like imagine him sending videos of himself jacking off or sum whining their name and shit 🤭🤭🤭

*ೃ˚ :💿 sub!hobie x femdom!reader

❝ warnings ❞ video sex, pegging, riding, oral (f receiving), crying, overstimulation, begging, messy sex, sub!Hobie, dom!reader (fem implied)

This but like- submissive Hobie in general 😫

Hobie who has absolutely zero backbone when it comes to you and will do anything you please. Who sends you videos every time you asks with him fervently jerking himself off to the point of climax, moaning like a little bitch the whole time. "Mhh~ please, luv, pl-ease...I needa- cum."

Hobie who lets you peg him on the regular. You'll have him splayed out with his legs around your hips and your hands lifting his hips so you can fuck him nice and easy. Oh, the way he squeals when you touch that special place in him, have him shuddering uncontrollably and muttering your name in breathless moans. When you fuck him hard from the back, he cries into the pillows, back curving until you sooth it out and tell him to stop being a little bitch and take it. You'll lay up on top of him too, your hands pinning his slender wrist to the mattress while you rub your hips into his ass and message that tender spit until his whines like a whore, cumming with his cock stroking the bed before he cums into the sheets.

When you don't peg him, you ride him into overstimulation. You have him dizzily rutting his hips up into you, tears streaking his cheeks as your pussy strokes his cock through his third orgasm. It hurts to cum now but you know you can get just one more out of him. "Y/n- Y/n fuck! Please, please, please, 'll be so good. So good." He'll whine and hold your body to his, kissing at the valley of your breasts. His entire body is shuddering, his very thighs are shaking out of his control. "I can', luv, I can'. Please."

You'll grab his hair and pull his head back. "Who said you could touch me?" You'll ride him harder and he'll let out that little moan of his that let you know he's on the cusp of another orgasm. Your thighs are already slick with cum, pussy wet, his cock coated. You've made a mess of yourselves.

And you know he eats pussy like a champ, like he's been starved of everything divine in life. He'll let you grind your pussy on his tongue however you please and when he manages to get some control, he'll worship your clit and finger your hole nice and slow until your orgasm unravels you and you pet his head and call him a good boy.

[mixtape-racha]

cw: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, mentioned seungmin, fem!reader

getting pounded by minho while the other members are in the next room over, his hand clamped over your mouth so tight your head is spinning and you adore it

all you can hear is the slapping of skin and minho's grunts, accompanied by your muffled whimpers and the way he pressed kisses against your shoulder has your eyes rolling back

he's so deep you swear you can feel him in your pelvis and you've been going at it so long your bodies are practically glued together with the sweat dripping off of both of you

soon enough, the boys will get concerned that it's been quiet for so long and come looking - there's only so much a stupid movie playing in the background can cover up

you clench at the thought of one of the members catching you like this, and you pray that minho won't notice, or care enough to question it

of course, he's smarter than you give him credit for and he chuckled against your skin, the lines of his smirk practically imprinted on you

"thinking about them coming to find us, hmm? seeing you like this, all spread out for mine like you should be?"

god, you hate that he knows you so well

"wouldn't that be a shame? probably traumatise poor felix. jeongin would move out. but what about seungmin, huh?"

your eyes rolled again, and you're just glad he can't see your face right now or you know he'd tease you forever

"now, seungminnie... i bet he'd like it. maybe a little too much, if you know what i mean?"

of course you did, but you weren't going to stop him talking now - not with the way your stomach was twisting and your chest pounding

his hips almost seemed to speed up as he continued talking, and it was then that you knew you had something to use against him

"maybe i'd let him watch. let him jerk his pathetic cock at me fucking you... or maybe we'd switch. maybe i'd let him take my place, and you could put on a show for me."

your thighs shook as you pushed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it

"i reckon you could ruin him. have him whining and whimpering the way you usually do while you ride him. make him a complete bitch, yeah?"

you cried out into his hand, knowing he was close to his release too and wanting to finish together, but holding back was so, so hard

"you wanna make seungminnie a messy slut, yeah? put on a show for me, show me how much of a good girl you really are-- oh fuck, c'mon, baby, cum for me-"

your knees buckled as you came, the feeling overwhelming as minho's load shot inside of you

he took his hand away from your mouth, peppering you with kisses as he pulled out, but the silence couldn't be kept for long

"i'm gonna clean you up, and then we're gonna talk more about this, yeah?"

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girl you write sub!vininie so good i love it 🫦

gotta request for you !!!

if you haven’t already, how about one where vin & reader get into an argument because some girl commented on vinnies insta post (reader and vin have been together for a few months, but they’re relationship is private), so no one knows he’s not single.

the girl is so obviously hitting on / flirting w vin but he tells reader it’s not like that and that he swears up and down he only wants her

reader doesn’t fully believe him so she takes matter into her own hands and shows him who he’s with and who he belongs too

it’s to the point where she’s got him moaning and whining n callin her mommy (need this man like that rn thank yewww 😇)

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE , im not used to requesting stuff but i feel like you would do an amazing job w this idea !!! <33

Streets | Vhackerr

warning: smut, low-key rough?, sub!vinnie, argument?, jealousy, organism denial, unprotected(birth control),

I gotcha !! This was supposed to come out tmr but I felt nice today.

Rage. Rage was what filled you. Vinnie had just posted on instagram and the comments were just him getting hit on and it pissed you off more today than usually.

Maybe it was because Vinnie decided to respond to one. This blue eyed bitch decide it would be cute to flirt with Vinnie in the comments and to him it seemed innocent but to you it wasn't.

This was one of the problems Vinnie and you faced since being in a private relationship. You knew how his fans could get and you liked your privacy. You not being in the limelight at all made things easier for you guys but, it was times like this where you wished he would make it public.

"Y/n? Are you even listening to me?" Vinnie shouted. "No, because you're just coming up with excuses on why she wasn't flirting with you." I said plainly. Vinnie sighed before wrapping his arms around you. "Baby, does it really matter? I only want you, you know that." "Really?" I scowled at him.

"Yes, tell me what you want, love. Do you want me on my knees?" I watched as Vinnie slowly began to fall to his knees. His hands resting on the back of my thighs. "I'll do anything you want to make you believe I'm yours." Vinnie said giving me puppy eyes.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Touch yourself." I commend. "W-what?" Vinnie asked. "Touch yourself. Right here. Right now." I demanded. I heard the faintest whimper before Vinnie unbutton his pants and pulled out his number. He slowly began to stroke himself. "Like this mommy?" Vinnie stared up at me without stopping. I hummed in approval. I let him do this for a few seconds before telling him to speed up.

His head thrown back in pleasure. "Mommy, I'm about to come." "You are?" "Mmh." "Stop." I told him. Vinnie's eyes shot open as he paused his actions. "You don't get to come." I shrugged. "What? But. I." Vinnie stumbled his words. I kneeled down so we were eye to eye. "Good boys get to come and you haven't been a good boy now have you?" I asked.

Vinnie pouted, tears building up in his eyes almost. "I-I guess not." He swallowed. "That's correct. So you won't come unless I tell you so." I stood up and took a mental picture of this version of Vinnie. "I have work to do so find something to do."

Listen, I know it was mean but he had to learn who he belong to and he needed a good reminder. "Y/nnn." Vinnie whined. It had been a few hours and we were now in bed. "Y/n please. I need to come. I've been a good boy these past few hours. I even delated her comments, mommy." He kissed my neck.

“Is that so.” I move my hand down his waistband, slowly rubbing him. Poor thing had soaked his boxers. He moaned loudly from the contact. “Y-yes.” He began to claw at my beasts. Rubbing and squeezing them.

“I want one.” He whined. “What do you want baby?” “One of your boobs.” I smiled at his neediness. I stop stroking him. He pouted and whined but I quickly undressed him and myself. “Fuck, mommy. You’re so pretty.” He reached for me but I smacked his arms away. “No. No touching until I say.” I slowly crawled onto him and slowly lowered myself. Both of us moaning at the contact. I began to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck, m-mommy.” “Tell me, who does this dick belong to?” I place my hands on his chest holding myself up. “You, mommy! All you! Please, let me touch you.” He cried. I began to move faster. “Say it again! Who fucks you this good? Who gets you this hard?” I asked. “You, Y/n! Mommy! Fuck i-.” He threw his head back. “Please let me touch you.”

I leaned down and kissed his neck. “Touch me baby. Touch mommy wherever you want.” I whispered and a bunch of thank yous came out as he began to touch me all over. “Fuck mommy, I’m gonna come.” I fasten my pace. I moved my hand around his neck. Giving him a good squeeze.

“You’re gonna come?” He nods. “Look at me.” He struggles at first but looks at me. “I’m the only one who makes you come! You understand that?” He wraps his arms around my back fucking back into me. “Yes, mommy. Only you can make me come!” He yelled out.

I kiss him roughly and fasten up. “Gonna be a good boy and come with me?” I ask. He nods furiously. I kiss him roughly. “Then come baby. Come with me.” I whisper in his ear and let out a moan as I feel my climax take over me. He moans out and I feel him shoot a large load inside me. He fucks us through our high before he falls back on the bed, taking me with him.

We lay there awhile trying to catch our breath. Him still inside me. “I think we should let the public know you’re taken.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “Sounds good.” As he tightens his hold on me. “Good.”

🧍🏽‍♀️ ummm hope y’all enjoyed?

[slashsrealgf]

good boy

warnings: weed, high sex, oral (f receiving), handjob x, praise, subby slash :3

a/n: hes actually a little bitch

enjoy ★

It was a Saturday night, and you were at home, waiting for your food to be delivered and watching TV. You were taking a break from going out and drinking and partying and having sex with whatever rockstar you could. You get up when there's a knock on your door, thinking it was your food.

You open the door, "Slash?"

He smiles nervously. You had never seen him this nervous before. "H-hey, um, sorry for just showing up," he was barely making eye contact. He must be sober. You shrug and step to the side, "its fine, it's not like im doing much anyway."

He comes in and shuts the door, "you look different," he says whilst taking in your appearance.

You blush and look down. You were in pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. Your hair was slightly messy, and you weren't wearing any makeup or perfume. It was the complete opposite of what he was used to. Usually, you were dressed in crop tops and mini skirts or short shorts. "Oh, yeah, um...I just thought I'd stay home tonight and relax," you shrug. He smiles nervously, "yeah, I get it."

You walk back over to your couch and sit down, gesturing him to follow. "So, why'd you come over?" He blushes and stays quiet for a little while, "the first and last time i met you, all we did was fuck, and it was right before a show so I basically left as soon as we were done, and I felt bad about that, because I'm not actually that kind of guy...I tried looking for you after the show but, I couldn't find you anywhere," he pauses and looks up at you, you could tell how nervous he was, which confirmed that he was sober. "I came over because I want to get to know you...whether that leads to just a nice night, us becoming friends, anything. I just know I want to get to know you."

You smile, "Slash, that's so sweet... I wanna get to know you too," he blushes again and smiles nervously. "Slash?" He looks up, "y-yeah?"

You smile sympathetically, "do you want some weed?" He nods almost immediately. You get up and go to your room, looking through your underwear drawer for it. A few minutes later you come back into the livingroom and roll a joint for you to share.

As he gets high, he gets less nervous, and the two of you spend the night talking about yourselves and getting to know one another, the weed making you tell more personal things than you normally would. You could tell, though, that you could be comfortable around him. That he wouldn't judge you. You felt safe with him.

You spend the night talking and laughing over stupid shit and sharing the food you ordered. A bit into the night, you start noticing him shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

You look down and notice the bulge growing in his pants. You giggle a little, "uh, do you want some help?"

He blushes, "shit, I'm sorry...weed tends to -" he trails off when he notices you moving closer to him. You get up and straddle him, "keep talking" He lets out a quiet whimper, thinking you didn't hear. He clears his throat, "weed makes me sensitive," he mumbles. You look down at him, then start to kiss down his neck.

He whines softly, "... fuck."

You look up at him and lean down to kiss him. He immediately melts into the kiss, his hands finding your waist. You and Slash had slept together before, and he was usually rough. But this time, his touch was so gentle, delicate, almost as if he was afraid to touch you.

You pull away and look down at him, "don't be shy..." He looks up, "but I am," his voice is almost a whisper. You smile and bring a hand down to his stomach. His breath hitches.

You pull his hard cock out of his leather pants, knowing he never wore underwear. He leans his head back and lets out a shaky breath.

You start to move your hand slowly, feeling him twitch in your hand. He lets out a soft whine. You stop and look up at him. The sounds he would make when the two of you had sex were always low moans, groans and grunts. This was different.

You start to move your hand again at a quicker pace. He moans, but it was much higher and whinier than what you had heard before. His hand moves to your thigh, "f-fuck," he squirms as you move your hand faster. You look down at him. He looks right back up at you with the neediest little look.

He keeps staring up at you, squirming and whining while you move your hand faster, "you gonna cum?" He nods, "close, close, hah- please- I'm so close," he moans loudly, much higher pitched than you had heard before.

"Go on," you smile down at him. His back arches slightly and his eyes roll back as he cums all over your hand. You keep moving your hand at the same speed, feeling him twitch.

When you stop, you get off his lap and sit beside him. You look up at him, "on your knees."

He doesn't hesitate and immediately gets off the couch and settles between your legs on the floor. He pulls your pyjama pants down, followed by your panties. He looks up at you. You nod, "go ahead..." He starts lapping at your folds, alternating between sucking your clit and sticking his tongue in your hole.

You grab a fistful of his hair, holding him down. You were practically riding his face, moaning out random praises. "Fuck, don't stop!" He starts sucking on your clit and sticks two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out. You moan slightly louder, "oh fuck, that's it, good boy," he whines, sending vibrations through your body.

You look down at him and see him staring up at you through his eyelashes, "yeah? You like that?" He moans against your clit, sending more vibrations through your body. "Fuck- hah- don't stop!" You cry out louder as you squirt all over his face.

When he pulls away, you pull him up, "you're such a good boy," he whines again. You lean in and kiss him, then pull away.

You both realise you're not entirely sure what to do now. "So...do you wanna stay over...?" You ask awkwardly. He smiles and nods, pulling you close and kissing you again. He was clearly more comfortable now.

[strniohoeee]

omgg please write more sub chris?? mommy kink with lots of degradation? whiny chris?

Thought I’d Found A Real Man…..

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is being an annoying whiny shit, and Y/N is getting fed up…..so she takes matters into her own hands🖤

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, sub Chris, whiny Chris, dom reader, use of the word slut and whore….uhhhh OH YEAH mommy kink😙

Song for the imagine: Every Night-Montell Fish

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

What a pussy

What a baby

I thought I’d found a real man

But he’s just like a little girl

“Chris sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up please” I said pulling at the roots of my hair in frustration

“Why are you being so mean?” He asked looking at me with a dirty look

“Because I’m trying to do something here for YOU, and you won’t stop bugging me. It will not get done if you don’t back off” I said looking at him

“You’re being mean” he said scoffing

“I asked you about hmm I don’t know 20 times to stop, and let me focus. So yeah I’m getting a little mean now” I said in a bitchy tone

“Whatever” he said rolling his eyes and sitting on his bed

“Like calm down take a chill pill and then I’ll speak to you” I said rolling the chair back around to go back to what I was doing

“You treat me like a kid” he said throwing his hands down

“Stop acting like one, and I won’t have to” I said lifting my head up

“I just want your attention” he said whiny

“You can get my attention once I’m done, and once you stop acting like a pouting whiny boy” I said

Chris ignored me, and I got back to my work. Then he started his shit again. Tapping his foot, sighing, making whining sounds, shuffling on the bed

“What now Chris I’m almost done, and you’re distracting me” I said breathing heavily

“Nothingggg” he said whining

“You’re such a whiny bitch” I said, he inhaled sharply causing my brow to raise

“Don’t speak to me that way” he said in a low voice

“Why not? It’s the truth” I said still giving my back to him

“It makes me all funny inside” he said

“Ouu you’re a dirty little slut that’s why. It turns you on when I’m mean to you” I said still writing

“N-no it doesn’t” he said in whisper

“Yeah it does” I said

“You whiny little slut” I said in a laugh, but Chris stood silent

I turned the chair around to see Chris with his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown and a hard on

“My case stands” I said looking down at his dick

“I just want your attention is all” he said pouting

“I’m giving it to you” I said rolling my eyes

“Mommy….dont be that way to me” he said looking at me with doe eyes

Mommy? He’s never said that shit before. My ears perked up at this, and my throat ran dry. Why was this turning me on?

“Why should mommy be nice to you? You haven’t been a good boy” I said looking at him

“I’m sorry. I just wanted you to pay attention to me. I’ll be a good boy now” he said looking at me

I stood up and walked over to him standing in front of him, so he could look up at me

“But you can’t be good now, and expect to get rewarded” I said shaking my head at him

“But please? I’ll be good” he whined out

He raised his hands to grab my waist

“Don’t even think about it” I said sternly

“I’m sorry” he said looking down

“Maybe mommy has to teach you a lesson” I said smirking down at him

“I’ll be your good boy, I’ll listen” he said looking back up at me

“Will you though? You don’t like to listen to me” I said running my finger along his lips

“I’ll listen now I promise” he said shutting his eyes at the tough of my finger

“Will you?” I asked pulling my hand away

“I’ll be your dirty boy…I’ll do whatever you want” he said pleading

“Mmm you filthy boy” I said licking my lips

“Please” he whispered out

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut” I said laughing

“Stop torturing me please” he said shutting his eyes

“I can do as I please, and you’re going to listen to me, got it?” I said pushing his head up to look at me

“Yes mommy” he said licking his lips

“Good boy” I said leaning down to connect our lips

I continued to make out with Chris, and pulled away to remove my shirt and bra along with my pants.

“So beautiful” he said biting his lip

“Shut up bitch” I said smacking his hands away

“Take your clothes off dirty slut” I said stepping away from him

Chris got up, removing his shirt and sliding his pajama pants down along with his boxers. His erection springing up. It looked so painful yet it brought me joy to know I made him this hard

“Lay down like a good boy” I said to him

Chris went to the top of the bed by his pillows where he laid down looking over at me

“Perfect. My little slut listens to me” I said smiling

Chris shut his eyes letting out a whimper at this

I got on the bed and sat on my knees next to him giving him a once over before trailing my hands along his chest

“Look at you, so slutty. You’re so hard, and I haven’t even touched you” I said laughing

“You make me so horny” he moaned out

“Or you’re just a fucking whore who likes to be used and abused” I said raking my hand down to his pelvic bone before dragging it back up

“Fuck” he moaned out shuddering at the feeling

“Does my dirty boy want to be fucked?” I asked

“Yes mommy, yes I do” he moaned out biting his lip

“You have been listening, so maybe you do deserve it” I said running my nails up his arms

“I’ve been so good, please” he said looking over at me

I slowly got off my knees, and removed my underwear, throwing them next to Chris.

I slowly straddled him letting my wet cunt drag along his erect dick.

“Oh Chris” I moaned out sliding back and forth

“Fuckkkk” he whined out breathing heavily

“You’re so good to me, so good to mommy for being her little slut, and letting me use you” I said running my hands up his body

“Use me, do whatever you want I’m begging” he whined out

“I like when you whine and beg” I said as I slid up and down his dick

“Whatever you want I’ll do” he moaned out looking at me

I slowly grabbed his dick aligning it with my entrance as I slowly sank down

Once he bottomed out I sighed and shut my eyes allowing my head to fall back

“So good mommy” he said breathing heavily

I slowly started to lift myself up and down as I placed my hands on Chris’ torso to stabilize myself

“Mmm you feel so good” I moaned out as I started to bounce on his cock

All Chris could do was watch and whimper as I rode him.

I leaned forward and started to grind down onto his cock breathing heavily against him chasing my own high.

“Fuckkk Y/N” he moaned out gripping the bed sheets

“Shhh” I said as I continued to grind harder and faster

I got back up and started to bounce on his dick again, grabbing his hands and placing them on my ass

“Mmmmm” he started to whimper out as his hips buckled upwards

“I said shush” I moaned out

I leaned forward switching to grinding against up as he gripped my ass harder, helping me riding him

I clenched down on him causing him to moan out loudly

“Didn’t I say shut up” I said leaning up again

“I’m sorry mommy” he moaned out

I grabbed my underwear and shoved them in his mouth

“Maybe now you’ll listen to mommy” I said as I started to grind down on him harder

All that could be heard was his bed creaking, my moaning and his light whimpers being masked by my underwear in his mouth

“Fuck Chris I’m going to cum” I moaned out riding him harder and letting my jaw fall slack

Chris moaned and shut his eyes. I grabbed his hands and slid them to my breast

“Come on baby help mommy out” I moaned out

Chris started to massage my breasts, toying with my nipples as I began to shudder on him

“FUCKKKKK” I moaned out loudly allowing my head to fall back as my orgasm was creeping up on me

I snatched the panties out of his mouth

“Now you may be loud” I said to him

I started to bounce up and down as he massaged my breasts

“Fuckkk mommy I’m going to cum” he moaned out letting his jaw fall slack

“Come on baby, be my dirty little slut and cum for me then” I moaned out

I continued to ride Chris until I felt t my lower stomach began to stir, my orgasm approaching

“I’m going to cum holy shit” I moaned out as I started to grind down harder

Suddenly my breathing became shaky and my thighs began to tremble

“Fuckkkk Chris” I moaned out as I came all over his dick. My mouth falling slack and my body shaking against him

“Can I cum please?” He asked moaning out

“Yes you can” I said leaning forward trying to catch my breath

Chris started to fuck up into me, panting and grunting into my ear

“Fuckkk” he whined out before cumming in me, his thighs shaking as his brows furrowed and his mouth hung open

We laid there trying to catch our breaths.

“Fuck Chris that was so good” I said leaning up and kissing him

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had” he said weakly

“I’m glad baby, you’re such a whiny little shit and I love it” I said getting off of him

“Mmm don’t say shit like that before I get hard again” he said whining

“I’m sorry” I said walking to his bathroom to pee

“Want to shower with me?” He asked walking into the bathroom

“Yes please” I said

Chris started the shower for us, and after we were done we laid in his bed talking until we eventually fell asleep.

I love when Chris is a whiny bitchy mess

The End

TEEHEEE I hope you enjoyed this one, I’m at 799 followers which is insane. I love yall sooo much🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[b4tasquad]

NEEDY: NIKO OMILANA

Authors note: based on this request. Forgot to reply to it and didn’t realise til I was done🙄 but anyways… a little heated guys.

Warnings: making out! Touching! Dry humping and two horny bitches. Minors dni

…

The entire day had passed by in a blur, the countless errands you had to run keeping you transfixed on getting everything done. For the past 5 hours, you had practically ignored everything else, which also meant your boyfriend.

Finally, once you’ve gotten comfortable in the comfort of your own flat, you let yourself relax into the soft pillows littered around your couch. Your phone which had been on do not disturb came back to life again, showing you the amount of messages you had received from Niko.

Niko:

Babe

Bae

Hello?

The one time I’m in a crisis you decide not to be on your phone??? Really.

The fact that you have on do not disturb knowing damn well I’m hitting that ‘notify anyway’ button is too funny🤣

5:31 pm

Niko:

Babyyyyy

Where are you????

I’m so fucking bored

Aj won’t stop waffling in my ear about shit I couldn’t care less about😐😐 like bro I don’t give a fuck where you like it

5:52 pm

Niko:

It’s really hot in here

And I’m not feeling to week yk

Please come… help me?

6:39 pm

With his last text being half an hour earlier, you opt to call him, feeling bad for not being available sooner. The phone hasn’t even started ringing properly when Niko picks up.

“Love, what’s wrong with you?” Is the first thing you say, just choosing to be straightforward about it instead of beating round the bush.

For some reason, he swerves your question. “You need to come over here, like right now.” His words are a whisper, which reminds you he should be in the middle of a shoot. At your lack of answer, he impatiently prods for an answer. “Y/n?”

“Shouldn’t you be doing a shoot?” You pick up the remote, getting ready to stay in after talking your boyfriend out of his so-called boredom. “Niko get back to that.”

“No, baby, you don’t get it.” He whines quietly, aware the boys around him would never let him live it down if they heard. Luckily, they were speaking with the camera crew, allowing Niko to be as annoying as he wanted.

“Then give me a good enough reason to get out of my comfy couch, because it’s not looking good for you.” You rest even deeper down in the edge of the cushion, confident he wouldn’t win. “3…2…”

At the sound of the countdown you can hear Niko huff a breath of air, something he did when annoyed. “Seriously?”

“1…..”

“Okay!” He also mutters something under his breath but relaxes. “I need you.”

You would laugh and ask him what his vague words meant if his tone didn’t speak for him. Having known Niko for as long as you did, there was no question about what he meant. You gazed at the clock over your living room walls, contemplating what to do.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

He quickly thanks you, letting you know he had to get back to filming before hanging up. You run a hand through your hair, laughing a little at yourself.

“Imagine being so horny oh my days.”

But there’s no conflict on what to do. Niko’s begging has done something to you, and the need for his touch is everything you can focus on as you get into your car and drive to your boyfriend’s location. It wasn’t often Niko would be willing to beg that much if the two of you weren’t hidden by the comfort of your bedroom walls, but it seemed as today was an exception .

Walking into the all too familiar place you had been to countless times before, you make your way to the room they always shot at. Niko’s eyes met yours the second you stand outside the open door, and he was quick to smile. He’s quiet as the camera’s moving but when they stop for a second, he comes up to you, hands snaking around your waist.

Having missed Niko, you hug him with as much eagerness, placing a chaste kiss on his neck. You can hear them calling for him, but Niko can’t help himself. Taking hold of your jaw, he connects your lips quickly. You’ve only registered what he’s doing when your boyfriend pulls back again.

“Wait 15 minutes, and I’ll make it worth it.”

“Eh, Niko!” Chunkz calls from his seat across the room. “ Keep it pg 13 for the kids around.”

Sharky puts his hands over Aj’s eyes, and Kenny cackles from his spot beside them. Pushing away the hands, Aj rolls his eyes.

“Let’s do that filming again, thank you.”

The 15 minutes were long and painful. You almost couldn’t watch your boyfriend from the sidelines, every move or word he spoke intensifying the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. He seemed to have noticed because just a few minutes into you being here, he kept looking at you. Sending you looks far from innocent.

You’re scrolling on your phone, bored when the boys are told they can take a quick break. Niko stands up with a subtle grin, as he talks to Sharky about something, but his eyes are on you, making you excited to get him alone.

Your back hits the wall with such force you're about to complain, but Niko silences you with his exploring mouth. He kisses your body with such intensity, you find yourself not even just breathless, but also speechless. There are no words you can use to even paint a faint picture of how you’re feeling.

“I’ve been waiting for this… all day,” Niko says in between kisses, his lips moving from your neck to your mouth.

Kissing him back with as much energy is hard as you already feel dizzy. His height gives him such an advantage that you can’t compete with. Seeing your struggle, Niko lifts you up your legs coming to cross behind his back. He continues kissing you, but now with the addition of rubbing himself against your body.

His actions leave you whining, something he can’t help but groan at. Niko had always loved hearing your response to his actions, it gave him confidence that he wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Wait.” You slightly lean away from the kiss, but Niko only continues to kiss down the side of your neck. “Niko.”

“Hmm?”

“Sit down.”

Quirking his eyebrows, he lets you down, taking a seat on the desk. You were unsure what kind of room the two of you had ended up in, but seeing the amount of clutter you could only guess it was some sort of storage place. You had noticed the desk somewhere in between stumbling into the room, and Niko kissing you senseless.

Climbing onto him, you put your hands around his exposed neck. Niko’s hands roam your body as much as he can, hands slipping into your pants to kneed the soft flesh of your ass. You moan slightly as he also gives it a quick slap, wishing more than ever that he would fill you up.

“Niko.” You start, dragging your body over his clothed thighs with the help of his hands on your ass to move you. He doesn’t let you speak, instead, he pulls you into a hard kiss but still continues to move you.

No clothes were off yet, but there was no need because your boyfriend knew exactly how to get you there. He slips one of his hands out of your pants, Instead using it to pull at your hair and make you look at him. “I told you I’d make it worth it, yeah?”

Then he dives into another lustful kiss, continuing to drive you crazy for the rest of the little time you had before someone got overly suspicious.

[itsshawtyfellas]

Mirror

Pairing: Charlie Walker x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ (mature content such as sub!charlie, dom!reader, masturbation, praise kink, edging, mommy kink)

A/N: So I've been thinking about writing another imagine but I haven't posted anything yet because I didn't have any ideas, so I decided to write something about this babygirl ever since the Rory Culkin nation started to rise (send help because I'm obsessed with that man). For all of you horny bitches, take a seat and get ready for the ride (don't mind the gif, I thought it would be perfect for the fic because of his face he looks so submissive and I love it)

It all started with a phone call.

You were in your room when your boyfriend Charlie called you, claiming he missed you and that he wanted to be close to you.

"Charlie, baby, you saw me this morning at school." You said with a small smile gracing your lips. You adored the way he could be clingy and kind of needy whether he was or not with you. It made you happy to know that he was like this with you in comparison to other guys nowadays, even though he tended to get scared and insecure that he was annoying but you always assured him you didn't think that way.

"I know, but I just want to see you and I don't want to wait until monday to kiss you." He sighed in exasperation. Your parents had forbidden you to see Charlie ever since the murders in Woodsboro started to occur. You tried to talk to them to convince them that nothing was going to happen since he lived nearby your house but they insisted you should stay in.

"Well, my parents are working late today so you can come over if you want to." The moment you said this he simply hung up after telling you he would come over in a few minutes and started to walk towards your house with a smile of contentment on his face.

Not even five minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring and you got ran out of your room to open the door and there he was with a joyful look on his baby blue eyes.

"Hi." As soon as he looked at you he couldn't help but cling to you and pressed his lips on yours. As you kissed, Charlie let you take over the kiss and you started to run your tongue against his mouth, asking for entrance, and soon, the kiss turned into a makout session with you taking control. You tried to focus on the kiss but you couldn't due to the feeling of his erection pressing against you.

"I-I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop thinking of you a-and I wanted to see you-" He said with a slight stutter in his voice. You took an once over him and took notice of how flustered he looked and sounded and eventually realized that he was feeling aroused way before he called you. The thought knowing how much he needed you turned you on to no end.

That's how you and Charlie ended in your bedroom, sitting on your bed and facing the mirror in front of you with him between your legs as you jerked him off with one of your hands as the other one kept going through his hair, caressing his face, running down his neck and shoulders, touching his toned chest and so on.

"M-mommy... p-please..." Stutters and heavy breaths kept coming out of his pretty lips while you stroked his fully erected cock up and down and ran your thumb over his reddish tip.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. You've been such a good boy, haven't you?" You asked softly as you looked at his figure on the mirror. On that exact moment, you sensed his orgasm was approaching as he shuddered slightly against your chest. To stop him from cumming already, you let go him completely for the fifth time.

"N-no, no, no, m-mommy, please l-let me cum-" At this point, Charlie was already begging and whining while humping his hips against the air to try and orgasm as you held his wrists in your hands since he already tried to finish himself off before. You waited a minute to let him breathe a little and to let him relax so you could start again.

It wasn't long until your hand took another grip of his dick and you started jerking him off slowly at first to build up his orgasm.

"Look at you, baby. You're being so good to me, aren't you?" You praised as you held his jaw in your hand to try and force his eyes on both of you.

"Y-yes, mommy."

"Good boy." The praises leaving your lips along with the feeling of your hands running over his cock faster than before and gripping his jaw were starting to send him over the edge. Meanwhile, the whimpers he was letting out along with the rutting of his hips against your hand were not only a sign that he was getting close but were also arousing you. You could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter as you stopped yourself from sitting on his lap and ride him until neither of you could stand.

"I-I'm cumming... cumming... m-mommy please don't stop, please, p-please-" He whined, pushing his trembling hips against your hand like a little bitch, the milky white substance spurting out of his hard on as he came on your hand.

"Shh, shh, good boy, baby. Charlie, love, look at me, hmm?" You didn't want to force him into answering you since you noticed he was tired. You went to pick up a towel to clean yourselves up before lying down on your bed with his head resting on your chest.

"I love you, Charlie."

"I love you too." Sooner than later, his eyes closed and he fell asleep listening to your heartbeat.

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A/N: man this shit better be good cause it took me two hours to write this whole thing non-stop😃 btw your honor I love this white man 😮‍💨

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“i don’t care” - neteyam sully ⋆｡˚ ❀

neteyam x fem!reader

warning: fluff, angst. smut, choking kink, use of the word sir, dom!neteyam, sub!reader, masturbation, brat tamer neteyam. overstimulation.

part 2 is now up

part 2

you were best friends with lo’ak since he was born. you were a couple months older than him but that never changed anything. you found yourself stuck under a thanator that lo’ak had killed because he thought it was gonna kill you. “you Skxawng lo’ak!” you yelp as he tries to get it off of you “i’m sorry i didn’t know” he says as he struggles to get the animal off you, “good ewya lo’ak” you both snap your heads to see neteyam as he walks over and easily proceeds to get the thanator off of you.

lo’ak gives him a death stare “i had it” he hissed at brother “did you?” neteyam gets closer to his face “go home. now” neteyam says with a stern look on his face “are you okay?” he puts out a hand for you to take but you brush him off “i’m fine” you brush past him walking away “why are you always such a bitch” he yells making you stop and you feel you yourself walking back towards him “why am i always such a what?” you say as if you scared him but it only made him get closer “a bitch” he whispers

you feel your hand go up fast and strike him across his face making him turn his head, he looks back at you smirking “really bitch?” him calling you a bitch again made everything in you catch on fire. you start punching him as hard as you can, as long as you could remember you and neteyam never got along so why start being nice now? now you have neteyam on the ground and your thighs on either side of his waist still punching him but he finally grabs your hands to stop and flip you on your back but you start kicking “i fucking hate you!” you scream in anger with tears in your eyes you give up and start crying under him “i hate you” you cry, tears streaming down your face neteyam looks confused his hands still pinning yours to the ground, he looks at you with a bloody lip and nose “let me go!” you struggle underneath him still crying but you feel him pull you up by ur wrists and hug you, neteyam has never been nice to you before let alone hug you, so now all you could do is hug him back and cry and cry and cry.

“what is wrong y/n, tell me please i don’t like seeing you like this” when you heard those words come out of his mouth it left you in shock, you pull away and look at him “i have to go” you get up and leave as fast as you could.

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neteyam is back at the sully family hut alone thinking about what just happened with his brothers best friend but him being a 19 year old boy of course when he thought about the way your straddling him he got hard “fuck..” he whispers looking down at his hard-on, he moves his lion cloth to the down and his cock hits his stomach “i shouldn’t be thinking about her” he says to himself feeling ashamed but he needs to relieve himself. he starts giving himself slow strokes letting out small whimpers and whines while thinking about your wet cunt sliding down on his dick slowly, you taking him so well his head falls back and his mouth hangs low when he hears you crying to lo’ak outside, stopping all movements when he hears you. “i just don’t know what to do anymore lo” you cry to your best friend “hey it’s okay y/n you’re beautiful” lo’ak takes you in his arms “you have tsireya, roxto has kiri, neteyam doesn’t have anyone but he thinks i’m disgusting but little does he know” you sniffle dipping your head into the crook of the boys neck.

neteyams heart sinks at what he heard, him? think you’re disgusting? never. though all you and him did was fight the only reason you did was because he didn’t wanna accept his feelings for you.

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a week had passed and you had been doing better until one night at dinner with the sully family, everyone gathered around the small dining table, jake asking about everyone’s day but when he got to neteyam he asks “son.. have you chosen a mate yet?” making you and neteyam look up “mmm maybe if the woman i wanted wasn’t such a Skxawng i would be with her right now” he says throwing you a look, your heart sinks because you realize he’s talking about you but he was still being neteyam. jake moves on to you asking you the same question about if you’ve chosen a mate yet either “not yet but me and ao’nung have been hitting it off lately” neteyam glares at you “what” he almost screams not caring that his family can hear and see him “you’ve got to be kidding y/n, you’re only gonna feel worse about yourself messing with a fool like him!” he spits out.

now you’re glaring back at him “neteyam drop it” you say with a stern voice not wanting to argue in front of his whole family “no! you are such a dumbass for this!” you clench your jaw and hiss at him getting up from your seat and walking out, he looks at his family ignoring the looks they’re giving him turning back around and going after you yelling”you don’t get to run away from me this time” leaving his whole family in shock.

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you finally come to a stop in front of a hide out you found a while back when you and the sully family moved to the Pandoran oceans. it was a beautiful cave far from where you live now, you sit at the edge of the cave putting your feet in the water looking down at your hands when you hear neteyam say “talk to me” you look up to see him walking towards you. “please just go away” you blow him off “no i know you want me and i want you so come over here and prove it to me before i mate with another”

you look at him sighing to yourself but you get up, walking over to him placing both of your hands on his face and say “you are my best friends brother. i cannot” neteyam looks at you as if he’s heard the dumbest thing ever “i don’t care” he presses his lip’s against yours, grabbing your waist and pulling you close he groans at your tiny hands against his cheek.

he’s the first to pull away looking you in the eyes “i touch myself thinking about you every night,i hated myself for it for as long as possible until i just couldn’t hide my feelings anymore. i need you” he looks desperate “i need you to touch me” he moves one of your hands to his hard cock “i want you to touch me” you gulp at how hard he is “sit down” you order him and he submits so fast. you straddle him “you want me mm?” you smirk at him “so bad” he whispers. you smash your lips into his kissing him sloppily, you move your hands down to his lion cloth pushing it to the side exposing how big he is, your eye go wide “expected less did you?” he teases “mmm no i expect more actually” you joke. he slaps the fat of your ass making you let out a little moan, he moves up to your lion cloth pulling it off of you.

you ease yourself into his cock as your mouth lays open making a “o” shape “feels so good” you whine on your best friends brothers cock. neteyam wastes no time fucking into you harshly making you yelp out his name, his hands gripping your waist hard “always acting like a little fucking brat” he growls as he’s thrusting into you hard and fast. he takes one hand that’s on your waist and grabs your throat pulling closer to his face “apologize to me. now.” he says grunting after but all you could do is keep your mouth agape he smacks your ass with his free hand for sure leaving a mark “apologize” he yells at you “i’m sorry sir!” — “i’m sorry for being a brat” your walls clench around him.

the tip of his dick kissing your g-spot “right there teyam!— shit!” he smirks at your noises “yeah? right here?” he goes harder at your sweet spot making your legs shake “neteyam i’m gonna cum!” you scream out “already baby? is it that good” he coos, you nod your head “so good” you whine “cum for me my dirty girl” and with that you came all over his cock, your juices dripping down his dick

but he didn’t stop his movements, if anything you would say he went faster “too much!” you whine feeling the coil in your stomach heat up even more from being overstimulated “you can take it baby — shit-” he grunts “i need to cum sweet girl where do you want it?” he pants “in me, i want you to cum in me” you beg “cum for me please teyam” you clench on him feeling the knot in your stomach snap again but this time squirting all over him.

he swears he’s never seen anything so hot and with that and you begging him to cum he paints your walls with his thick warm cum, moans leaving his mouth he never thought would.

you’re both panting hard as you let all your weight fall on him as he holds himself up with one of his hands behind his back and the other on your limp thigh “i expected better” you tease him, he bucks up his hips his dick still being inside you making you yelp causing him to smirk.

“i love you” he says kissing your head thinking your asleep “i love you more” you say softly making him blush.

a/n: ENEMIES TO LOVERS TYPE SHITTTT, dude i wrote this in like 2 hours. hope you like it 🤗🤗