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ctrlchar · 5 months

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Jake Webber NSFW alphabet

a/n: for the oral section i wrote about him making you watch a movie while he eats you out and I love that concept sm i can’t and also there is a Johnnie alphabet coming soon as well🙏

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

absolutely loves aftercare,he always asks you if you need anything and if you do he’ll do it in a instant. he also gets you one of his oversized shirts and some of his boxers to change into so you can be comfortable

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself it’s his waist,he loves his tattoos that lead down to his crotch and that’s really it tbh,he just thinks he has a nice waist

on you it is 1000% your tits,he talks about tits in literally every video. he doesn’t care what they look like as long as he can squeeze them and leave kisses on them during sex

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

if your back is to him he likes to cum on your back or inside of you,he lives for watching his cum drip out of you just for him to finger it back into you

if you’re facing him then it doesn’t matter too much although he does like to cum on your tits but he’s not too specific on it

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

seeing his hands around you will literally make him cum on the spot,he just loves how possessive it is to physically hold onto you with his hands both in a sexual and non sexual manor

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s a very experienced guy,this means that he can tell what you do and don’t like very easily

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he absolutely loves when you ride him,however he doesn’t like reverse cowgirl at all because obviously he can’t see your tits

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

100% he’s a very silly person and I think that carries over into the bedroom as well like I think this man might even go out of his way to make a joke during sex rather then just joking about something awkward happening

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think he really does anything to it honestly,maybe whenever he dates you he trims it up a little but he genuinely could not care less and the same goes for you he doesn’t care if you have hair or don’t

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is not his strong suit,yes he can be intimate and yes he will be intimate it’s just not something he’s amazing at

however he will make sure you know that he wants you and not your body,this meaning he’ll probably tell you how much he loves you and how good you treat him while he’s inside you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he jerks of regularly only whenever he’s doing something and you’re not there or you are there but you’re busy and he doesn’t wanna seem like a dick by making you stop what your doing just so you can have sex

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

overstimulation-he absolutely loves to see you begging for him to let up his assault on your clit

his fingers prodded your tight hole for now 15 minutes,you had came what you think was 10 minutes ago but you weren’t sure and didn’t care for that matter as Jake continued to push his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. your hands reaching up for his hands in attempt to slow him down which he does for a moment “aw my pretty girl. you don’t really want me to stop hm?” he asks knowing the answer already since the two of you have had this discussion before

daycraphillia- seeing you cry might be his biggest turn on during sex. just watching you come undone because of his cock boosts his ego through the roof. especially when you’re in doggy style and he’s practically fucking your tears into the pillow below you

photos- he would love to take photos during sex if you let him. but not just photos of you,he feels as if he’s taking photos of you there should also be photos of himself. so usually he’ll take photos of you giving him head or even just his hard cock cumming on you. his favorite photos have to be when he’s fucking you from behind and your ass is right against his cock

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

he really likes doing it in his car. like man will never turn you down if you ask him to lay back his seat and fuck you in his car

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you in JUST his shirt no shorts underwear absolutely nothing other then his shirt

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing too extreme that would ever hurt you,his exception when it comes to impact play is choking and that’s about it.

he also doesn’t like the idea of sharing you,he doesn’t get jealous easily but the thought of someone seeing you do vulnerable is a huge turn off

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he gets super whiney and needy whenever you give him head. like bucking his hips down your throat needy

“f-fuck!” he moans arching his back against the wall. his hand now tightly gripping your hair as he tried to gain his composure and not start completely fucking your face. he starts to buck his hips up more and more subconsciously the closer he gets apologizing with each thrust “baby i’m sorry” “shit i can’t” “feels t-too good” he’d say bucking his hips into your mouth before eventually cumming down your throat

on the other hand he will give you head no matter what you’re doing. his favorite time to give you head is whenever you’re watching a movie with him and his head moves from resting on your chest from going to your clothed clit making you watch the movie as he eats you out

he also wraps his arms around your thighs when he goes down on you to make sure you’re as close to him as possible

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he keeps a moderate pace but if you ask for him to go faster or slower he will. I feel like he thrusts rlly hard too if that makes sense

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he likes them a little less then proper sex. only because there’s not much variety in quickies,like you have to work with what you have but during regular sex it’s up to you rather then your surroundings

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

this kinda goes back to N, the biggest risk he’ll take with you is having semi public sex but that’s it

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he can last pretty long honestly maybe like 4-5 rounds or so

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I think he used to own a fleshlight when he was younger (early 20s) but other then that no,if he saw you using a toy he would make you continue whatever it was you were doing while he watched you and maybe if he was really horny he’d jerk off with you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hugeeeee tease.

the two of you were sitting at a booth during dinner,with two of your friends on the other side. Jake had his hand resting on your thigh which to most people simply looked like he was doing just that,but you and him both knew what he was doing. he had been rubbing his fingers along your inner thighs where he knew he had left bite marks and bruises. this resulted in a dull pain which went straight to your heat.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

other then whenever he’s getting head I think he just grunts a lot. like loud grunts each time he thrusts into you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

loves watching threesome porn but he knows he would never do one because of how possessive he can get over you

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I think he has an average looking cock which is average in both girth and height

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I think it was pretty low before he met you. like if the chance presented himself he wouldn’t say no but he wouldn’t go out of his way to have sex. now he probably has sex about 3 times a week give or take

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will either go to sleep within a few minutes or he will do the exact opposite and after he’s done making sure you’re okay he’ll lay with you and watch a movie while you either watch it with him or fall asleep in his arms

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a060403 · 7 months

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𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, female!receiving, p in v, explicit language, slapping, cum licking, heavy smut, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐄/𝐂 ➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

Miguel was passing time, chilling on their bed and reading something on his phone when his wife came in and slumped her body onto the bed.

“You okay, mami?” He spoke softly, giving her his full attention. She heaved a weary sigh, positioned herself on his lap, and sat on it. She cuddled against him, her arms draped around his neck, and mumbled the words “tired” on his skin.

“Wanna take a nap? I can sleep with you.” He brushed his hand down her back soothingly before she nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck, forcing herself to feel content just being in each other's presence.

She mumbled something but he wasn't able to hear it. His eyes widened a little bit when she suddenly pulled away from him and stripped off her clothes, leaving only her laced bra that had a very thin fabric. Her nipples, completely showing. “Tired.” She murmured.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk as he felt her soft, warm skin against his hard-on. She was so sexy when she didn't even try. “You sure you're tired?” He let out a dark chuckle and slipped a hand under her bra, teasing one of her nipples gently, watching how it hardened under his touch. “Because this doesn't seem tired to me. It screams needy, amor. So fucking needy.”

The air was thick with lust as she leaned into her husband. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. She could feel his arousal pressing against her lower region through the fabric of their clothes - a thrilling sensation that only fueled her desire further.

With outstretched need and desperation clear on her face, she began to grind her hips suggestively against him while sitting comfortably on his lap. Her eyes were half-lidded with passion, her breath coming fast as she panted lightly in anticipation. "Please," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I need you."

Her actions left no room for ambiguity; it was evident that she wanted him badly—and right then. As he stared into those mesmerizing E/C pools which seemed to reflect nothing but pure lust, something snapped inside him. The gears in his mind whirred faster than ever before as if trying to process this overwhelming surge of primal desire but he kept his composure.

“Oh querida,” he slid his hand underneath her panties and started rubbing her clit slowly as he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He continued teasing her entrance with one finger while tonguing her mouth.

As Miguel's fingers delved deeper into her wet, eager folds, she arched her back in response to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through every nerve ending. Her hips bucked against his touch uncontrollably as he expertly teased and stimulated her sensitive flesh. She could feel herself growing increasingly aroused with each passing moment—the anticipation building towards an intense climax she knew would be worth waiting for.

The irresistible combination of his skilled fingers and passionate kisses left her reeling; it felt like an explosion was imminent deep within her core. With a soft moan escaping from between parted lips, she let her legs loosen around him, drawing them even closer together while pleading silently for more. "Please... don't stop," she whispered hoarsely between gasps for air. "I need more."

He could feel her getting impatient, but he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He kissed her softly before looking into her eyes. “I'm gonna take my time with you tonight, mami. I want you to enjoy every single moment of this.” He inserted another finger inside of her as he rubbed her clit harder and faster, making her moan louder than ever.

His fingers expertly filled her up and stretched her limits, she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. The sensation was indescribable—an intense mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back further into his touch, offering him all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Her breathing became ragged as she approached the brink; she could feel it building inside her like a runaway train barreling toward an unstoppable climax. Her grip on him tightened reflexively as if trying to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible before being consumed by it entirely. With one last pleading look into those depthless pools which seemed to reflect nothing but raw desire back at her, she let go completely...and surrendered herself entirely to the wave of ecstasy that crashed over her in a mind-shattering orgasm.

He couldn't help but smile at her current state. He slid his fingers out of her slowly and lifted her to pull out his hard cock and line it up on her wet entrance. “Here you go, mami.” He pushed inside of her slowly, taking in her loud moans as he did so. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he started moving in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. “How does that feel?”

Y/N felt an explosion of sensation, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was painful—but in the best possible way. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a cry as he began moving slowly within her; his thick length stretching and filling every inch of her tight hole.

With each thrust that drove him deeper still, waves of pleasure crashed over her in powerful undulating waves. Her body curled reflexively into his touch, begging for more even as she tried (and failed) to control herself. “Harder,” her voice strained, barely audible between breaths. “Fuck me harder.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he pounded into her. He could feel his balls starting to tighten up already. “God damn you look so fucking sexy like this...” He reached down and started rubbing her clit again while thrusting deeper inside of her with each stroke. “A pretty little whore… with a pussy aching to be fucked.”

“Yes—Oh fuck!” She felt her orgasm growing closer and picked up the pace. She claimed Miguel's lips and pushed her tongue inside his mouth, earning a groan. Miguel felt his cock ache for release and slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, breaking their kiss. “Close—So fucking close…”

He could feel her cumming on top of him, and it only made him harder. He started pounding into her even faster as he felt his orgasm getting closer. “Fuck yeah... cum for me, baby. I want you to explode around my cock.” He slapped her ass again and pinched one of her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

Miguel felt her pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, and it drove him over the edge. He growled and slammed into her harder one last time before pulling out. “Fuck... you're so good at that.” He shot his hot cum all over her belly and chest, moaning loudly from how good it felt to finally cum all over her again.

As he caught his breath, Miguel leaned down and kissed each of her nipples gently before licking up some of his own cum off of her skin. “Still tired, mi vida?” His voice was deep and satisfied as he smiled lovingly at her.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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astraaa3 · 4 months

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please please please can you do valentino and male reader please i really like your writing

👉👈

anything sfw and/or nsfw is fine :3

A/N: You want it, you got it, Anon. Thanks for the request toots. Had a blast writing this one. >.<

Feedback is much appreciated (also, if you would like to proofread the degenerate shit I write please send a dm).

Valentino x Male!Reader

Note: You can imagine the reader to have whatever body type you prefer. While in this request Reader has a bodyguard position that doesn't mean that he was chosen for his physique. (Valentino is an asshole so he most likely hired Reader for shits and giggles) Now off we go.

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Headcanons:

Valentino likes teasing you. A LOT. Grabbing your hips, hugging you from behind, patting your head, rubbing your cheeks whenever you forgot to shave, linking his arm with yours, he always found an excuse to touch you.

Why was Valentino so tactile? Well, his love language was physical touch. Of course, he would take any chance he could to indulge. That said, the biggest reason was how you always blushed or laughed embarrassed at the public displays of affection.

Valentino loved teasing you. From changing in front of you to other…. explicit acts, he adored flustering you. And he wasn't quiet about it either. "Aww, what's wrong baby? I'm just helping you accomodate~" or "Oh come on papi, don't tell me you don't like what you see." (at one point you started keeping a catalog of the pet names he used for you)

After you decided to ask Valentino out for a date (you hyped yourself up while looking in a mirror for days before actually being able to get the words out), you found out that there was more to your boss than you had come to know. You learned that Valentino ADORED fast food, that he was shit at taking care of pets (Queef reference whom), and that he loved dancing and laughing at romcoms.

You asked him out initially out of some pathetic crush, but after the first few dates, you fell. And you fell hard. Following him around like some love-sick puppy, pouting when he was hooking up with girls at the club.

Valentino thought that it was fucking cute. So he did what he always does with things he finds interesting. He took you to bed. He didn't expect you to cuddle him the moment you were done. Much less for you to praise him. HIM. He had a minor mental breakdown while you fell asleep.

After Valentino came to terms with the fact that he started caring for you more than he planned to initially, he immediately claimed you as his. Taking you out in public and overplaying how lovey-dovey the two of you were, dressing you up in tuxes, and dining at high-end restaurants. Getting 'accidentally' caught fondling you inside of one of the clubs he owned, Valentino did everything to make sure there was not a single soul in Hell who didn't know that you were his.

A fun fact that Valentino learned about you when you officially started dating was that you would melt after being praised. And oh boy did he take advantage of that. Flattery fell out of Valentino's mouth like a waterfall whenever he saw the opportunity. "You are so handsome sweetheart, turning heads wherever you go. But those worms better keep their hands to themselves or I will FUCKING END THEM." (cue aggressive moth clicking noises)

You did get into fights with Valentino. Particularly about his short temper. While you were rarely on the receiving end of his rages, you did witness them quite often. Thankfully, Valentino agreed to try to be less rash and aggressive when he got mad. But it was still a work in progress. And there was a LOT of progress to be had.

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Small prompt: How it started

You had just gotten used to your new job when your life took a new turn yet again. It seemed like a normal day at first, you were just helping with putting the props in their places when the door slammed open, Valentino angrily stopping in his moth wings unfurled hanging behind him like a cape. It was the first time you saw Valentino without his signature coat…wings….whatever on. You blushed and started dumbly at him as your brain tried to process… heart…. nipples….(homerotic panic ensue). Valentino being Valentino of course noticed this. And making a mental note of your admittedly cute reaction he made a decision.

The next day you were called to his penthouse at the top of the V tower. You once again found yourself staring dumbly at the pictures of Valentino hanging up on the walls, your whole face turning red. Hearing a chuckle behind you, you immediately turned around embarrassed, fiddling a bit with your pants to hide the reaction caused by the pictures. (if Valentino noticed it, you were thankful that he said nothing about it or you would have died on the spot from embarrassment).

"Is this the first time you see any of my photoshoots, amorcito?" Valentino said with a smirk staring at your flushing face.

"U-uh. Yeah. I didn't know you also work in front of the camera and not just behind it." you said trying to sound more professional than you actually felt at the moment, it helped calm down the flush on your cheeks a bit.

Valentino nodded heading to the plush couch in the room sitting and crossing his fishnet-clad legs. Staring at you for a second, he took a drag of his cigarette.

"To keep matters short, you're getting promoted. From now on you will act as my bodyguard."

You stared at him confused for a second. He was an Overlord and well, you were just some random sinner who barely knew how to defend himself.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I... I'm a bit confused. You are an Overlord and well, I think you could protect yourself better than I would be able to. Respectfully."

You could see his eyebrow twitching in what you could tell was annoyance. Smiling a few too many teeth at you, some pink liquid dripping from his lips, Valentino snarled out.

"Do I need to explain myself to you? Don't forget who's your boss bitch. You're working as my bodyguard from now on because I say so, bitch."

His fury seemed to disappear in an instant afterward, getting up and sliding his hand across the back of your shoulders in an overly sweet manner.

"You're going to do great amorcito. Now, off you go, enjoy your last day of setting up props."

With that, he sent you off. Sighing nervously, you couldn't help but think: 'Well, this is going to be interesting. That's for sure' (You had no idea how true those thoughts would prove to be) =========˚ʚ♡ɞ˚========= Send requests ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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cumulo-stratus · 8 months

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They're Ours

(GIF NOT MINE)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Description: My HC's around Spencer and sharing clothes over the course of your relationship.

Warnings: slight nsfw(mentions of sex and others), !!Spoiler warning for season 10!! lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 7: Sharing clothes

At the beginning of the relationship (in like season 1/2) Spencer doesn't even realize couple sharing clothes is a thing

like if he would come home late from a case to find you asleep wearing something of his he is kinda confused but finds he loves it

And then in the morning he would ask you about and and you would say you missed him

"your wearing my shirt-"

"I know, I just missed you"

"oh."

I think after around a year Spencer would be super used to it and wears some of your clothes too

like he would totally sneak one of your old college hoodies that are too big for him at the bottom of his go back some times

its the only time he wears hoodies

sometimes he can't wait to just go back to his hotel room and put it on

he just misses you and feels comforted by the familier smell

and after while of things like this you would regularly wear clothes from each others closet, not for comfort- just because they go better with the outfit

And this helped Spencer explore more fun patterns and colors through your clothes without the commitment of buying new clothes

and if you're an agent he would totally give you his FBI jacket

like im imagining you get bashed in the head and get a gash on your forehead while catching the unsub

and Spencer rushes over searching for you desperately

only knowing your injured, but the extent

and when he does find you and sees the goosebumps from the cold breeze he doesn't hesitate to wrap his puffy fbi jacket around you shoulders while the paramedic works on your forehead

Another image I had in my head is like gag gifts

like It would be so cute if you get Spencer those boxers you can personalize with a collage of your your face on it so he can quote "always be close to you"

and he would blush a lot and think that this was his real gift until you pull out the real gift

I think post prison Spencer would absolutely adore it when you wear his clothes because he needs that reminder that your still there when he notices a shirt or a cardigan missing

and he just meds to feel loved so he starts almost preferring your clothes over his because he's been deprived of you for so long

also I think after prison he would also find your wearing one of his shirts rly hot and when first sees you wearing one of his shirts again he has to have you

he would approach you at the counter while your making tea

He would wrap his arms around your waist and whisper deeply in your ear

"you look amazing in my clothes.."

"oh really?"

he would only hum as he kisses your neck..

you know the rest ;)

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theladyismyshepard · 4 months

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For Valentines Day could I request hc for how halsin and Astarion would react to their shared lover surprising them with new lingerie?

Of course you can, anon, and I thank you for such a racy prompt

Astarion x Halsin x Reader (M/M/F)

NSFW, MDNI below cut

Three's Company, and I'm Afraid I'm Underdressed

(How Astarion and Halsin Would React to You in Lingerie)

You were a certified genius. That was all you could think after you stepped out of Facemaker’s Boutique in Baldur’s Gate with your coin purse considerably lighter. None had been the wiser when you began stuffing a lacy corset into your travel pack. Weeks of trekking through the swamps and the Underdark had left you grimy and less than seductive when it came to romancing Halsin and Astarion.

Halsin… my good man, no my good boy… The druid was a simple man who loved nature and especially the dirt that came with it. He found the dust from the roads that clung to your skin and your clothes to be the most beautiful thing in the world. The smile that slowly pulled at the edges of your mouth when you thought of how sweet Halsin was could never be helped. He was a natural smooth talker, speaking almost as if he was telling you nothing but truths and common sense when he complimented you or Astarion.

You could feel your mirrored appreciation through your connection with the vampire. Astarion originally would downplay how much he approved of Halsin’s bold declarations before the druid’s chivalry filed down the barbed-wire ensnaring the vampire’s bittered, blackened heart. And almost as if determined to clear out the shadows of Astarion’s heart just as he intended with the Shadowfell, he broke down walls that had been fortified for centuries.

Astarion had a voice like honey himself and all of the flare to go with it. His playful flirting always danced along the edge of actual seduction, and it always kept you on your toes. Halsin hadn’t always been too keen on joking, especially the dark humor that the vampire had perfected, but as the snarky facade began to crack and glimmers of a broken man could be seen peering through, Halsin was finally beginning to see what you did in Astarion.

The grand display of their love flourishing had your heart swelling happily in your chest. These two men had nothing but time ahead of them and it thrilled you to know that when you withered away with age decades from now, the two would offer each other support. But until that moment came, and while you could still claim to possess an ass that won’t quit, you would show your lovers the perks of having you involved in their love affair.

It was the perfect night. The stars were shining bright, the air was calm, and the aftertaste of victory was still sweet on your tongue. The party had dispersed almost immediately following the battle of the Netherbrain, and while initially it left you feeling hollow, the privacy sure proved useful for moments such as what you had planned. As you approached Astarion and Halsin, who were both lounging back against a log and chatting by the fire, your hands were wringing the drawstring of your robe.

They both looked up at the same time and you chuckled at how cute they were. Of course Halsin’s connection to nature helped him in sensing the change of your presence just as quick as Astarion’s enhanced hearing. The vampire arched a brow while the druid cocked his head when he noticed your robe-clad body. Your chest expanded as you took a deep breath, and you held it as you dropped the cloth from your shoulders and down your arms to pool at your feet.

The lingerie hugged your body like a second skin and the lacy fabric left no room for imagination as it practically left you bare before your lovers. Astarion’s eyes widened while slowly looking you up and down. When they returned to meet yours, his confident smirk was back in place as he attempted to convey with his eyes alone just how hungry he had become. He was a man of fashion, darling, and he greatly treasured when you put in the same effort as he did. As he shifted his upper body in your direction with his gaze piercing straight into your soul, his elbow propped up on the log as his pointer finger pressed against his temple, his thumb supported his chin, and his remaining fingers were semi-curled and resting over his lips. The tadpole’s connection between you two had vanished the moment the Netherbrain fell, but you’d swear you could practically feel his arousal as if it were your own.

Halsin drank in the sight of your semi-naked body as if it were a cold drink of water on the hottest day of the year. Initially, you were unsure if the Druid would be as affected as you’d like. He had let you know early on that he found you most alluring when you had nothing obscuring his vision…. But his entranced smile as he fully sat up to look at you around Astarion was a promise enough of what would be to come (or who). You were trapped beneath the weight of both of these men’s heavy gazes.

“Don’t you look positively delectable,” Astarion drawled almost predatorily as he motioned with his other hand for you to come closer, “I could eat you right up… And I think I just might,”

“Only if you save some for me,” Halsin chimed in, and you could see his muscles twitching with the urge to pounce, but he remained in his spot beside Astarion, but on edge with anticipation.

Certified genius.

It was a brief thought that was gone as quick as it came once you reached Astarion and he lifted both his hands to grab ahold of yours and guide you down onto his lap. You gasped and couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down when you rubbed against his semi-hard dick. It felt like electricity shot down your spine as heat pooled in the pit of your stomach when you felt his hips pump up to meet you. You both groaned in unison, and while you could have easily allowed your eyes to roll back and just relish in the growing wetness between your thighs, there was another hand that began rubbing circles between your shoulders.

Halsin’s breathing had quickened and he was leaning in closer than when you last glanced in his direction. His lips were parted as he shakily exhaled, his hands continuing to massage circles into not only your skin, but he was running his fingertips up and down Astarion’s back as well. You didn’t even think, it was instinct to lean forward and capture the druid’s lips in a kiss. It wasn’t long before his tongue was licking across your bottom lip, wordlessly asking for entrance. He was a dominating lover, and it was evident in the way his tongue fought for control.

Hands that were previously gripping your waist were now running teasingly up your sides. You felt goosebumps flaring beneath the fabric of the lingerie. Astarion’s hips continued a calm, steady thrusting as his hands explored up your sides, across your hips, and gathered handfuls of your rear. Your flesh was ablaze with each touch. As the vampire’s erection grew harder against your clothed center, you felt the moan bubble in your throat before it interrupted your kiss with Halsin. The druid’s lips kissed down your cheek to a spot right below your ear. You felt Halsin’s hand meet Astarion’s on your back before the weight of his touch disappeared and you knew his hand was running up Astarion’s arm that was wound around your body.

Halsin pulled back and looked over at Astarion, whose gaze shifted to the druid in return. It was a challenging arch of the brow that spurred Halsin forward in claiming the vampire’s lips in a searing kiss. Astarion’s head was tilted back with one of Halsin’s hands supporting the back of his head as their tongues explored the other’s mouth. You shivered in arousal, practically feeling your nipples fighting against the restraint of the lingerie before you ran your hands over Astarion’s chest. You leaned forward and started placing open-mouthed kisses along Halsin’s broad shoulder and down his chest. You growled at the clothing between your hands, mouth, and their bodies. You pulled back, and they both broke the kiss to look at you.

“Clothes, off, now,”

“How expensive was-”

Before Astarion could even finish his question, Halsin was tearing the lacy cloth from your body to get to the prize underneath. You weren’t even surprised. Astarion merely shrugged before pulling his shirt off, and Halsin stood as he fully undressed himself. The moment his underwear was pulled down his legs and his cock sprung to life just a foot away from your face, you could’ve sworn you started salivating. Astarion must have had the same thought because he was staring wide-eyed at his dick and licked his lips before glancing up at his face.

An idea sparked in your mind and you looked up at Halsin before turning back to Astarion. You placed your hands over his bare chest, your fingers splaying out and your pinky finger grazed over his nipple. The vampire inhaled sharply, neck snapping back to face you. You pull him into an open-mouthed kiss that lasted a moment before pulling back and looking him straight in the eye.

“Suck Halsin’s dick,” You command, and Astarion’s shock flashed over his face a moment before his mouth twisted into a devilish grin.

“It would be my pleasure,” he cooed before he gently grabbed the back of Halsin’s thigh and pulled him close enough to flatten his tongue against the tip of his cock, flicking it before licking a swirl around the head.

Halsin sucked in a breath between his teeth at the sudden wet heat. You were throbbing between your legs at the sight, and you could feel a renewed wetness slicking your lower lips. Your eyes never cut away even as your hands worked at Astarion’s belt. It was a familiar movement that was reflex now, and it wasn’t long before the vampire’s dick was in your hand, pumping it to full length. Astarion moaned around Halsin’s dick and as a result, the druid released his own groan. You continued to stroke Astarion with one hand, and your other lifted to Halsin’s hip bone next to Astarion’s fair hair, and caressed the skin there and up his stomach and back again, watching as the muscles of his stomach flexed.

Astarion’s hand on the back of Halsin’s thigh lightened to his fingertips as he drew them higher and higher until he grabbed a handful of his cheek. Halsin jolted forward and further down Astarion’s throat, prompting the vampire to gag a bit before bobbing his back and forth, allowing his tongue to graze the underside of his dick. Your thumb rubbed a circle on the tip of Astarion’s dick before it traced a vein that traveled the length of it, and just when you felt a clear wetness ooze from the tip, you released your grip to raise yourself to your knees long enough to line him up with your center before you slowly sunk your full weight onto his dick. Astarion sputtered around Halsin’s dick, pulling back to gasp and arch his back into you.

Halsin’s cock glistened with Astarion’s spit as it stood at attention, and who was you to deny it? You leaned forward to take Halsin into your mouth and continue where the vampire had left off. With both of your hands free, your right one lightly trailed up his stomach as far as you could reach, and your left wound behind him and grabbed the same cheek that Astarion had. Halsin’s head fell back, allowing him to gaze up into the endless sea of stars. It felt as though he was flying, but the wet heat of your mouth kept him grounded. You hollowed your cheeks briefly before a gasp gave you a pause around Halsin.

Astarion’s dick was still buried inside of you, and he had regained some of his composure. He was jogging his hips, and you felt him stretching you out as he went deeper and deeper. Given how wet you were, there was hardly much resistance and he soon bottomed out. He halted to familiarize both your bodies to the stretch, and as he paused, he surged forward to take your nipple into his mouth. Your back arched to get closer to him, but one of his hands was already around your back, keeping you tight against his body. A larger hand was suddenly cupping the base of your neck, and you pulled off of Halsin to glance up at him.

The druid gave you a warm smile before he bowed over to meet your lips with his. He licked away the moisture on your lips before following it with several quick pecks. As he righted himself, Astarion reached forward with his free hand and grabbed his length to start pumping it. You were entranced by the sight before pleasure sent fire coursing through your veins, and you began grinding down to match Astarion’s thrusts up into you. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut as you rode his dick, but they snapped open when you felt Halsin slightly squeeze the back of your neck to get your attention. The head of his cock was plump and looked about ready to burst. Your lips parted a ‘oh’ at the sight as well as the pressure building quickly in your gut from the suckling at your nipples. Astarion was stroking Halsin faster and you were captivated by the sight of the head disappearing and reappearing in the fist as he pumped.

Astarion kissed up your chest and sank his teeth into the flesh connecting your shoulder and neck. You moaned loudly as you teetered on the edge, but you were sure to keep your mouth wide open. You stuck your tongue out all while staring Halsin in the eye, and let the head of his cock rest against it as you waited for him to shoot his load. The sight, along with the feel of your wet tongue coupled with Astarion’s quick jerking, had Halsin spilling into your mouth as he came. You lapped it up eagerly, and licked the head clean as his fingers combed through your hair.

The teeth in your neck released and the sting was soothed by a broad stroke of the vampire’s tongue. He followed it with a kiss and trailed them up your neck, past your chin, and connected your lips as he used the hand on the small of your back as leverage for a few more quick thrusts before your walls were fluttering around his member and your back was arching as you fell over the edge. As your orgasm rolled through you, you became deathly still before snapping and your erratic grinding had Astarion pulling you off his dick just as he shot his load across your clit.

Your thighs were sore and your body felt limp as you fell against Astarion, who immediately caught you and brought you closer. Halsin’s hand was back to brushing your hair back, and as you cuddled into the vampire’s neck, you felt his head crane back to meet Halsin in a brief kiss.

Oh yeah… certified genius.

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minnesota-fats · 2 years

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Johnny and Kitty going on a date in Gotham at the Iceberg lounge and Kitty sings Bust you kneecaps as a serenade to Johnny.

Turns out Johnny and Kitty were from Gotham back in the 70’s and where basically the Romeo and Juliette of Gotham where they were from separate mob families, or Johnny was just a biker who felling love with the mob bosses daughter. And her dad didn’t like that so they hired a hit on him only for Kitty to warn him. They made plans to run away only for then to get in a motorcycle accident.

Jason is just confused as to why there are two glowing meta’s in his bar and when he runs their faces for identification it only gives him people who died decades ago.

I don’t see enough crossovers with just the ghosts

#dc x dp #danny phantom #batman #johnny 13 #kitty #dp Kitty #dp Johnny 13 #iceberg lounge #gotham #dc x dp headcannon #headcannon #au #dc x dp au #dp x dc idea #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #red hood #Jason Todd

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daddyhausen · 3 months

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• song lyrics prompts •

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shut your mouth before i fuck it — rats | motionless in white

i’ve been waiting for you — come undone | bad omens

addicted to a lonely kind of love — teardrops | bring me the horizon

somewhere in the past, something was between, you and i, my dear — the apparition | sleep token

i don’t know what hurts the most, holding on or letting go | 1x1 | bring me the horizon + nova twins

we said this was the last time, over and over again — synthetic love | motionless in white

you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet — granite | sleep token

i’m sorry i can’t see that you truely love me — bulls in the bronx | pierce the veil

you’re not the person i knew back then — mr. highway’s thinking about the end | a day to remember

i want you to show me what a bitch you can be — hatefuck | motionless in white

what if i can’t forget you? — caraphernelia | pierce the veil

even if it hurts me, even if i can’t sleep — chokehold | sleep token

you’ve got my body flesh and bone — the summoning | sleep token

my love, did i mistake you for a sign from god? — the summoning | sleep token

you have become the voice in my head — vore | sleep toke

won’t you come dance in the dark with me — acesntionism | sleep token

i cannot fix your wounds this time — are you really okay? — sleep token

for so long, i’ve waited — rain | sleep token

will you cleanse me with pleasure? — rain sleep token

missed calls, answer phones from people i just don’t trust — take me back to eden | sleep token

call me when you have the time, i just need to leave this part of me behind — euclid | sleep token

i miss the way you say my name — the death of piece of mind | bad omens

heaven knows i ain’t getting over you — just pretend | bad omens

stay with me, as we cross the empty skies — rosemary | deftones

take me one more time — sextape | deftones

it’s too bad you’re married to me — mascara | deftones

i’m hypnotised by your name — romantic dreams | deftones

but i’m tired of proving this love — mx | deftones

i wanna fuck you till you scream and cry — for your love | måneskin

i’ll make your body a habit — on my mind | måneskin

i want to taste you better — give | sleep token

#{ my fics : 🤍 }#song lyric prompts #prompts #headcannon prompts #prompt lists #fanfic prompts

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hana-no-seiiki · 3 months

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inspired from @luxethehumanva ‘s dream about me lmfao

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s an absolute menace to society. He’s spoiled. Absolutely apathetic to the people beneath him. If anything he revels in the horror he paints on others’s faces.

In short, he’s a brat.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s only ever ‘nice’ to you and you alone.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who forces you to sit on his father’s throne with him on your lap, your face buried on his neck, a hand kneading his thighs as he sentences an entire family to death for gossiping about you.

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thefandomthings · 3 months

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Hello! I have a request for you prompt event! May I request OM!Simeon with the prompt 10.?

Thank you in advance!

❝𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲❞

Fluff Prompt #10: "You're really fucking cute when you are jealous."

Pairing: Simeon x Gn!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

Notes: I wasn't sure which #10 so I went with the fluff prompt #10! Second request of the prompt event, so happy that people are participating! Thank you for the request nony! I apologize if he is OOC I've been written for him before.

Prompt event

Simeon is a calm person, very simple and very old fashioned. He loves you with all of his heart; he will shamelessly admit he stays up thinking about you and how beautiful you are.

Even as an angle, he can't help but be a little jealous of those who have your full attention. Watching the way your kind eyes look at the person with such interest, making them feel wanted and heard.

He loves you for how attentive and caring you are, but it also doesn't sit right with how the person is looking at you; like you hung the stars. That's how he's supposed to look at you, but to him you hung the whole universe. The heavens don't come close to how bright you shimmer in the darkest of nights.

Simeon casually strolls over to the two of you, his gloved hand coming to rest on the small of your back, fingers gently pressing into your soft, clothed flesh. You gaze up at him so lovingly through you're pretty eyelashes, his heart squeezes with love and adoration.

The person you were talking to doesn't seem bothered by Simeon on the surface, but deep down your angelic boyfriends intuition senses his displeasure.

You notice the way his eyes are sharp and his jaw was slightly tense, his grip on you proprietorial, this was a new side of Simeon you've yet to see, and to be honest you found it quite attractive and cute.

Simeon gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead, his heterochromia eyes staring at your new 'friend' across the table.

"My apologies, but I'll have to take them from you." Simeon says as he gently leads you away from the table by your waist.

"You look ravishing, my love". He squeezes your waist lovingly. You giggle holding onto his hip, your fingers dancing across the bare skin that shows from his clothes.

"Simeon, my dear," You press multiple kisses to his cheek and jawline. "You are really fucking cute when you are jealous."

Simeon can't help the rosy tint appearing on his tan skin, his pupils dilating as you call him out. You can read him just as good as he can read you, god he loves you.

"My apologies, I can't help myself, you are just too perfect." He gives you an adorable smile then presses a kiss your lips.

#obey me #thefandomthings #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #writing prompt #prompt event #obey me headcannons #obey me imagine #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers #obey me belphie

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v1x3n · 3 months

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text stories with the 141 part 23 masterlist

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thebisexualwreckoning · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic | day 7 - regret | word count - 221

"James Potter, if you touch me I swear you will regret it!"

James smiles, all pretty and innocent, as if he isn't the devil incarnate. Regulus takes a step back and feels the backs of his knees hit the sofa. Fear grips his body and he raises his arms to protect himself against the coming onslaught.

It's too late though, and all he can do is squeal as James' cake smeared hands grip his face. There's chocolate everywhere, from his chin to his bloody curls. He hears the click of Barty's camera somewhere in the background, knows that this moment has been immortalised forever, but the only thing he can pay attention to is the way James is looking at him. Like he's something precious.

"Happy birthday Love," James says, voice soft and adoring and just for them.

Later, when the party's over and Regulus has scrubbed his face raw trying to get the cake off, the two of them lay in bed together. James is nearly asleep, head resting on top of Regulus' stomach as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Hey James," he whispers, fingers stilling where they are. "You know I love you right?" James only hums in response, too tired to form the proper words.

"Good. Because if you ever pull something like that again I will be divorcing you."

#yay!#baby's first microfic!!!#technically this is also the first thing im contributing to this fandom that arent just silly little headcannons and prompts #(i refuse to acknowledge my ffnet phase)#(it never occured)#anyway #its important to me you know that reg is ace in this au #it has no bearing on the plot whatsoever but its important to me nonetheless #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfic #james potter #regulus black #kismet ki kahaniya

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a060403 · 8 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, p in v, daddy!kink, overprotective, controlling, degradation, biting, bleeding, slapping, slight angst, explicit language, rough sex, overstimulation, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Miguel got home exhausted from a long day of work and just wanted to relax with his wife. He entered the house and noticed how dark it was and called for her but she didn't respond, so he called again; nothing.

He frowned, becoming concerned. He set down his things and walked through the house, calling for her again. “Y/N! Where are you?”

He went into their bedroom and found it empty as well. Panic starting to creep in, he quickly ran back out of the room and dialed her number on his phone. "The number you dialed is not—" he ended the call and tried over and over again. She's not picking up. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 p.m.

His heart started racing as he realized how late it was. He quickly grabbed his keys and phone, heading out the door. “Fuck!” He murmured under his breath as he raced towards her workplace, hoping she was still there when he arrived.

He got there quickly and his whole body went rigid when he heard that no one had seen her. She didn't even go there in the first place. He drove back home and saw the inside of their house lit. He felt a small amount of hope that it might be her so he parked his car quickly and entered. She was not in the living room, so he ran his way to their bedroom and there she was. She was taking off her clothes and rummaging through their closet to find her pajamas for the night.

He stood by the door and felt relieved that she was home but his anger was quick to take over. “Where have you been?! I was worried sick about you!” His voice trembled with fear and concern as he pulled her into a hug. She was surprised and hugged him back. “I went out.”

Miguel pulled away from her, his eyes flashing with anger. “Out?! At this hour?! With no one knowing where you are?!” He shook his head in disbelief, turning away to pace the room again.

“Miguel, I'm fine. See?” She stood up. “I lost track of time so I didn't know.” He stopped pacing and turned back to face her, a hard line forming between his eyebrows. “You could have been hurt! Something could have happened to you!” His voice was stern and cold, mirroring the look in his eyes.

“Amor, I'm okay.” She walked towards him, cupping his face with both her hands. “I'm okay.”

He tried to pull away from her, but she held on tightly. “Don't "Amor" me right now! You scared the living shit out of me!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before turning his back on her. “I need you to understand how dangerous that was.” His voice softened slightly as he looked into her eyes intently.

“And I do, okay? I went out to visit a friend today and I lost track of time.” She reasoned, still speaking softly as before. “I should've called but I didn't. I'm sorry.”

He turned back around, anger flaring up in his eyes once again. “You're not sorry! Do you know how worried I was? How could you be so irresponsible and put yourself in danger like that?” He yelled at her, shaking with rage as he pointed a finger in her face. “I'm sorry.” She spoke softly, knowing that it was pointless to match his frustration right now and also because she was in fact at fault.

Miguel took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “Fine. You're going to stay here from now on until I say otherwise. Understood?” His voice was stern and cold as he turned away once again.

“What? No! You can't do that. Look, I understand my mistake but that's too much.”

He turned back around, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Do you think I'm playing around? You put yourself in danger and now I need to make sure it doesn't happen again.”

“I understand but not letting me out? This isn't prison Miguel, this is our home. You're not doing that.”

Miguel crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh? And who's going to stop me from keeping you locked up like the irresponsible and reckless woman that you are?” His eyes darkened with possession as he stepped closer to her.

She scoffed. “Miguel, I know my mistake and I've apologized. Keeping me here is absurd.”

Miguel reached out, grabbing her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Absurd? Do you think this is absurd? What about how it feels to know that you could have been hurt or worse because of your carelessness?!” His voice rose in anger as he held her gaze defiantly.

“But I'm okay, aren't I? I made it home. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't safe and I was.”

“I'm okay. I'm safe.” She added.

Miguel pulled her closer, his lips curling into a sneer. “Yes, you're okay. For now. But that doesn't change the fact that your actions put yourself in danger and caused me unimaginable worry. And as long as I can't trust you to take care of yourself, you will be staying here where I know you're safe.”

His voice was cruel and unforgiving as he stared down at her with a possessive glare. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes and his heart hardened even more. He wasn't going to be taken advantage of like this.

“Don't you dare cry, Y/N. I'm not gonna fall for that. What you did was stupid and irresponsible.” He pushed her away gently but firmly. “Go take a shower and get ready for bed. We'll discuss this further tomorrow when you've had some time to cool off.”

While Y/N was in the shower, Miguel sat down on their bed with his back against the headboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down from earlier. He opened his eyes as he felt her presence in the room. He didn't turn to look at her, instead choosing to continue staring straight ahead. “Come here.”

She made her way to him, not making eye contact. He took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

“Yes.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

He let out a sigh, feeling slightly satisfied with her answer. “Good. Now get in bed.”

Miguel closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the tension in the room. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective over his wife, even though he tried to hide it. She decided to lay with her back facing him. He hated how he could hear the soft sobs coming from her, he turned to see how her body was slightly trembling, trying her best to not let him hear her cry.

He turned to look at her, his heart melting despite himself. “Y/N... don't cry. It's not worth your tears,” He reached out and pulled her closer, gently brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know you didn't mean any harm by what you did earlier. Get some sleep, okay? We can talk more in the morning when we're both calm.”

He nuzzled his nose in her neck inhaling her scent. 𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. “Miguel what are you—” The smell of her skin invaded his system, stirring his cock awake. The feeling of her soft body made his body hot. He hated how much he was craving for her right now. How he needs a release. His rough hands caressed her skin, making her body tingle.

She let out quiet whimpers of pleasure as Miguel went down on her. His teeth graze her skin and leave marks all over her body. She felt how her underwear was beginning to get soaked from all this heat.

Feeling how Y/N's body reacts to his touch, Miguel pushes aside her nightgown and positions himself at her entrance. He thrust deep inside of her with one smooth motion, filling her. “This is what you do to me... this fear of losing you. It drives me so fucking insane.” He trapped her beneath him as he began to move slowly within her.

“Miguel—ow!” She cried, but he didn't stop nor did he care. He picked up the pace and started ramming in and out of her hard, rough. Like he wanted her to feel his pain.

His movements became more forceful, fueled by his possessive desire for her. He couldn't help but feel like he was claiming what was rightfully his. “You did this... you made a mistake and I'm gonna make sure you learn from it.” His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he continued pounding into her with unrelenting fervor.

Her nails dug deep into his skin, enough to make them bleed. She bit his shoulder to suppress a moan. Her lips shudder with bliss at how she loves the roughness he's giving her. How her cunt always begged to be abused by him and how she would beg for it. “More, Miguel, please—”

Feeling her response to his touch, Miguel lost control entirely. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand while using the other to roughly squeeze and play with her breasts.

“Look at you. You look like a fucking whore.”

“Fucking bitch, you like this?” He slaps her. “You like it like this?” His thrusts became even harder as he continued to dominate their fucking session. “Go on baby, beg. Fucking beg Daddy to take care of this needy little pussy. Beg Daddy to punish you.”

“Yes,” She frantically pled, her hips bucking onto his dick. “Please, Daddy… Fuck my pussy good!”

Hearing her submit to him and use the word "Daddy" only served to further fuel his possessive desires. He slapped her again and grabbed her by the neck, he growled low in his throat as he slammed into Y/N with all of his might. “Apologize. Say you're sorry for making Daddy worried.”

“Daddy fuck—” She gasped. His dick successfully hitting all her sensitive spots, fucking her stupid. “I'm sorry! I-I'm sorryyy.”

Miguel's movements became even more erratic, his anger and lust combining to create a violent yet exhilarating experience for both of them. “You're so fucking tight—fuck.” He bit down on her neck hard enough to leave a bruise before pulling out of her wet sex and coming all over her stomach in long hot bursts.

As he pulled out of Y/N, he didn't miss the sight of his cum dripping down her belly, how she ran her fingers on her cum covered stomach. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction at how thoroughly he had claimed her.

“Clean yourself up. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

He rolled off of her, leaving her to clean herself while he tried to regain some semblance of composure in the darkness. He chose to sleep in their guest bedroom that night, afraid of what his body might do to her. He resents the idea of how vulnerable he is to her tricks, how her moan can stir him awake in an instant, how her touch can make his body burn.

Miguel didn't sleep much that night, his mind filled with thoughts of Y/N and their intense encounter. He was both aroused and unsettled by how deeply she affected him.

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

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