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pink-andwhite · 5 days

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I used to date an older guy (like mid 40s) a few years back and I always got stupidly turned on when he fixed stuff around his house?? Like, he just knew hot to do it and did it. No googling, just him and his tools. Feel like it would fit somewhere in your older bf Simon stuff.

god love a fully capable “fuck it i’ll do it” type of man 🫶🏼

you know that your older bf!simon doesn’t believe in hiring tradespeople for a service.

“why would i pay someone to fuck about in my home?”

“they’re not fucking about, si! they’d be fixing the sink”

“i’ll do it”

you have no doubt that simon was more than capable of fixing things around the house but you also wanted him relaxing when he was home.

turns out he couldn’t relax at the thought of another man doing something for you.

so you let him do it, you threw your hands up and waved your white tea towel in defeat as you heard him banging around in the garage for tools.

hearing the faint sounds of grunting and the occasional swear word coming from the bathroom, you thought it might pay to go and see how he was getting on.

fucking hell.

simon was on his back, arms stretched up above him as his hands dwarfed the pipe they were wrapped around. t-shirt riding up, lines of his stomach leading right to his belt, knees bent and boots firmly planted on the floor, you could honestly just-

“oi, you gonna’ stare or help me?”

now how the fuck?

“your heads in the cupboard, how did you know-“

“i always know where you are, pass me the wrench”

crouching down beside him, you handed it over and stayed down there to watch him work. scarred knuckles wrapped around the handle of the tool, other palm flat against the base of the sink so you could see the veins.

he was something else entirely.

“how d’you know how to do all this?”

“taught m’self, come hold this”

you reached over to replace where his palm was so he could have both hands back. “but why? surely other people don’t learn all this?”

“other people don’t care about their sweet’art not having to lift a finger- move your finger for me”

the more you stretched to hold the sink, the more you felt yourself losing traction with it. naturally, simon noticed before you did.

“y’need to get closer, cm’ere”

tools landing to the side of him, two large hands plucked you up till you were dropped in his lap. precarious situation but you couldn’t deny the sink was a lot easier to reach.

you stayed like that, letting simon work in peace as you enjoyed your view. honestly, he could invite you to the end of the world and you’d just be happy to hold his hand.

one hand splayed out on his chest, the other holding the sink, you suddenly felt a tickle forming at the end of your nose. before you knew it, you were pulling your hand back to scratch it- the one holding the sink.

you panicked, realising it could very well land on simon’s head. but it didn’t, it stayed completely still. face screwing up, you leant in again to give the sink a nudge only to find out it was totally fixed.

“what the hell, si? why’d you have me doing all that?”

you saw the smirk on his face as he flashed a look over at you. suddenly, you realised you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

the hand that didn’t have the wrench came out to give you a pat on the side of your hip.

“c’mon sweet’art, i can’t get anything outta’ this?”

#MINE UGH #i need #a husband #preferably him #simon ghost #simon riley ghost #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #holy shit #ghost x reader #i love him so much #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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what would Rafe do if he’s trying to make out with reader and seduce her but she just can’t stop laughing (she’s just a giggly girl in her own world)

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you were turned on. you could prove if it rafe had only slid your panties aside and saw the mess you’d made whilst he had you on your back, nuzzling into your neck with his lips to your jaw. you could tell he wanted you, and you wanted him — but sometimes you just got into these moods, moods where you couldn’t stop giggling.

you feel his lips curl into a confused smirk somewhere along your jaw. “somethin’ funny, huh?” he drawls quietly, hips pressing forward so you’d feel the shape of him against you. this only seem to set you off, your giddy smile turning into a full blown giggle.

“no, jus’ feel good.” another chortle leaves you, legs falling open around him. you were limp, dreamy, hazy— and you couldn’t stop.

“yeah? n’ that makes you laugh?” he asks, in that soft voice he reserves for moments like this. with your legs having fallen open, he presses the bulge in his pants directly to your panty-covered pussy. you let out a gentle moan, of course punctuated by another giggle. “whats it gonna take to shut you up, hm?” he grinds down, pulling your legs to situate them around his waist. “you still gonna be laughin’ when you’re cumming on me? no?”

he pouts mockingly, tilting his head to follow your gaze when your giggles finally turn into a mewl, relaxing fully into the bed. “there you go. oh, it’s not funny anymore huh?”

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#GAHHHHH HAHAHAYQY WHAT #I FRICKIJ LOVE PRINCESS #DEAR GOD #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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dealer!jj giving you the “jj special” which is just free weed and free dick bc he thinks ur so pretty :(

✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🩷

you were in heaven. head in the clouds, high from the best weed this side of the island — with jj on top of you, legs over his shoulders as he goes to town on your pussy.

you could barely open your eyes, so hazed out and taken away by the pleasure. he’s high too, thrusts lazy and yet purposeful— his experience shining through as you clench around him.

“thats the spot, right? iiiiii know, mama. feels real good, dont it?” he coo’s quietly, squeezing at the fat of your hips as he uses you as leverage to fuck.

“i—ugh, mm— mmphh!” you try to respond, tell him you’ve never felt so good in your life, but it’s useless. all that ends up coming out of your mouth are more pornographic moans and whines.

“is that right?” he responds as if you said something anyway, a hand freeing its self so that he could smear a thumb over your pouty bottom lip. “don’t worry ‘bout using that brain babydoll, keep singin’ for me.” he instructs, and you clench hard, more of your arousal squelching out around his base. “god damn, you always get this wet or what?”

as expected, he doesn’t get much response, but shuddering as you feel your orgasm approaching. unable to shut up ever, it’s no shock when jj continues to talk. “just so fuckin’ pretty. would be a crime of me not to smoke you out n’dick you down. that— fuck— that’s that shit you deserve.”

with his words, and that good dick — you’re cumming in record time.

✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🩷

#dealer!jj #jj maybank × reader #jj maybank smut #jj core #jj maybank

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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thinking of john b x jj x reader where after a long boat trip reader still has insane energy, tells them absentmindedly she wishes they could turn her mind off for a few hours -- flash forward to getting home, jb holding open her legs and jj overstimming her to the point of no coherant thoughts for hours

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“how is she still bouncing off the walls?” john b chuckles exasperatedly, pulling the boat carrying the three of you up to the wooden pier by the chateau. you giggle, laying on your back, pressing your toes against jj’s back making him squirm away before turning around to restrain you.

“you’re outta line, missy.” he scolds jokingly, only making you giggle more. you come down from your laughing fit with a long sigh, taking john b’s hand when he appears over your vision of the late afternoon sky, helping you to your feet.

“its tiring, you know. my body feels tired but my brain hasn’t caught up yet, so it’s just firing off. wish i could just turn my brain off for a few hours like a system reboot.” you ramble as the boys help you off the boat, the two exchanging a quick glance.

“say the word.” jj shrugs, and john b turns to you with a small smile.

“yeah, think we can uh— make that happen for you.”

you don’t think too hard on it, because why would you? but it soon becomes apparent what they mean back at the chateau when jj is balls deep inside you, ass in the air with your cheek against john b’s lap, drooling on his thigh, his big warm hands petting your head and cupping your cheeks. for once, there was no real roughness — no punishment in tow, just a good deep dicking paired with the softness of john b’s skills in babying you, and soon you could barely form words.

“oh, puppy. our pretty girls all tuckered out, huh? it’s just a couple of orgasms baby, you can handle that, right?” the brunette coo’s in that deep warm voice of his, letting jj manhandle you when you start to squirm, pinning you still.

“easy, girl. lemme at ‘er.” jj comments at your slight resistance, the ‘her’ in question of course being your pussy.

“good girl, just breathe. let it happen. that’s the spirit.” john b grins, and you blink up at him slowly with watery eyes and destroyed mascara. poor thing.

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#AHHHHH I NEED #love him #love them both #jj core #jj maybank × reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank #john b smut #john b × reader #jj x reader x john b

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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man who talks you through and keeps talking through your whines and moans and sobs vs man who talks you through and goes “yeah? mhm?” at your broken noises

#rafe core #jj core #simon riley core #price core #remus lupin core #HAHA

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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crying.

was just thinkin' abt some random soft moments and,

price who memorizes what you're picky about in terms of food, he picks out all the pieces in your meal and sets it on his plate before bringing you your food. alternatively, he also knows which foods you adore and will put extra on your plate even if he likes it too. he sets your ringtone as a little snippet of you humming that he caught because it's his favorite sound right before you speak to him. he ties your shoes for you because somehow your knots always come undone but his never do. adjusts your clothes for you without a word, one of the main ways he does it is by fixing your collar and zipping up your coat with a pat on your shoulder before busying himself with another task.

soap has tons of inside jokes with you or he remembers something you said in passing that was kind of embarrassing and pokes fun at you. you always gape at him because how on earth does he remember? but if it's you, it'll stay locked in his head. always looks at you first when cracking a joke, too. will laugh and throw his arm around your shoulders, squeeze you tight, then let go when the moment has passed. he will throw an extra grin over his shoulder at you though. always checks in with you and created a little ritual where you text each other if you've made it back to your house safe. this doesn't stop when he comes home and snuggles into your arms, sends a quick text that reads "home safe <3"

ghost can tell by the sound of your footsteps, by the gait and how heavy your shoes hit the ground, that you're nearing him. allows him to drop his guard just a bit that he knows it's you, will turn to you with a soft kind of gaze that's reserved for you and only you. he knows when you need comfort before you know it yourself and will coax you with open arms and a low "c'mere." so he can wrap you up in one of the warmest hugs you've experienced in your life. he listens to you talk abt your day while at dinner, and makes sure to cut your food for you so it's all ready. he waits until you have your food and have started to eat before he even touches his fork.

gaz knows how you like your coffee in the morning, or tea if you prefer, and will always save you a cup nice and warm without fail. he sends you funny pictures and memes regarding things you like because of course he's going to remember! makes an effort to understand you and your likes because if it's important to you then there's some importance to him no matter how little he may understand. he likes to do his morning routine with people and one of his favorites is to do it with you. the cozy early silence is not awkward and he sends you smiles when he shaves because your tired face somehow brings him comfort. you share a little tub of face cream together because he stresses that skincare is important! the two of you will smooth your fingers over any wrinkles in your faces as you apply creams and face masks to the other with tender gazes.

#price #soap #ghost #gaz #price imagine #price x reader #soap imagine #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #gaz x reader #gaz imagine #cod imagine #cod x reader #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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*Taps mic* We all love Dad’s Best Friend!Keegan, but consider:

Best Friend’s Dad!Keegan.

Thank you.

*Exits*

(gn!reader, mdni 18+, tw: implied age gap - reader in mid 20s)

visiting your uni friend's childhood home while on a roadtrip after grad leads to a couple setbacks during the trip. not that you mind...

you know you shouldn't be doing this. sneaking behind your best friend's back, out of their room where you'd been having a little sleepover and into the room down the hall.

keegan awaits you with a smug grin on his face. he's sitting against the headboard with his legs sprawled out. the fabric of his sweats bunch up by his crotch, does nothing to hide the sheer size of his dick underneath. you think he's still soft. but at the sight of you creeping in, it's not going to stay soft for long.

"lost are you? shouldn't you be in your own bed?" he teases you and shifts his hips, spreads his legs a little wider. doesn't help that he's shirtless. you wonder what kind of dad still goes to bed shirtless, especially when his kid has got friends over.

"i'm sharing," you remind him. he beckons you forward with his hand pats his lap as an invitation.

"and you wanna share mine?"

"thought you'd never ask." he grins at that. you're about to tease him further by sitting in front of him, but he catches you by the waist and forcibly plants you in his lap. you can feel the bulge between his legs. oh, yeah. he's def still soft. you cheekily run a thumb over his jaw. "you always do this with your kid's friends?"

"we're friends too, aren't we?" the playful look in his eye is so contradictory to the way he's subtly grinding against you. he knows just how to tease you with the way he pulls your hips down a little harder against him. "reminds me of that time i helped you move in to that shared condo you guys got. was just us."

you grind a little harder on him at the memory. your friend had gone out while you were unpacking things. not sure how one thing led to another, but let's just say that's when you found out that getting stuck under the bed frame while you were assembling it is a very valid trope!

"we gonna recreate that?"

"wish we could, sweets. but need i remind you that wee have a light sleeper among us?" keegan yanks you down by the back of your neck and you whimper. he swallows the sound by smushing your lips against his, kisses you so hot that you start melting against his chest.

the two of you keep going like that for a while. you're making out on top of him while he's kneading the globes of your ass to push you against his now fully erect dick.

"need more, please," you whisper against his lips. he shushes you again with another kiss, putting his tongue in your mouth.

"can't. you gotta get up early tomorrow to head out." you make a dissatisfied sound. he just chuckles and has you keep humping his clothed dick.

"want you so bad," you murmur and situate yourself so you have better leverage to grind on him. you know he's right, always is. doesn't mean you like it any less. you're huffing and humping him so hard that the little notch of the tie of his sweatpants digs into you just right. keegan smirks at you when you moan and angle your hips harder to search for that sensation again.

"look so good like that, i ever tell you?"

"can tell me when you fuck me properly."

"patience, sweets," he says lowly. "y'only get a reward if you behave."

he pauses your hips, lets his fingers glide along you through your sleepwear, digs in just enough that your underwear sticks against you from all your slick. it gives you a little better access to rubbing your sex along his dick. he reaches towards the hem of your shorts and tucks his fingers under just to grab the front of your underwear. before you can question him, he starts to tug the front of it so it rubs against your core so nicely. pulls it taut so the outline of you is more visible. keegan licks his lips at the sight of it and continues to pull your damp underwear against you in tandem with your grinding.

you sit at the base of his cock and swirl your hips around. you can feel the way his balls tighten from that. keegan knows he's going to cum his pants soon and takes his other hand to stroke you through all the cloth covering you, tugs even more at the hem so his fingers can touch you where it aches. just the slight grazing of his finger sends you over and with a couple twitches of your hips, you can feel him cumming into his pants as you slowly glide up and down to ride out the rest of your orgasm.

with a pout, you press into the damp spot of his sweats. "wish you came in me instead of your pants."

you furrow your brow when his dick twitches under your fingertips. you can feel the very clear outline of the tip of his cock, especially now that his pants are sticking to him now. keegan grins at you and takes your wrist to guide you. he uses the other hand to lift up the elastic waistband so your hand can better fit. this time, your brows shoot straight up. no wonder you could easily see and feel his dick print.

he goes commando.

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#keegan #keegan smut #keegan imagine #keegan x reader #keegan p russ smut #keegan p russ x reader #keegan p russ imagine #cod smut #cod imagine #call of duty smut

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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kinktober : oct 31st (happy halloween!)

modern!anakin x aftercare

wow, finally at the end! here’s some much needed aftercare after a month of filthy smut. if you’re a new follower who has joined me along my kinktober journey, hi! i’m so happy you’re here and i hope you stay! if you’ve been with me from the start, i appreciate you sm. i see all your requests and i can’t wait to get to them. 🎀

it always takes you a while to come back to yourself after anakin fucks you.

it’s a combination of things, the exhaustion — considering he’ll never allow you to only cum once, and will often drag it out for as long as he can. the physical exertion on your body from the different positions you’d be held in would cause you to completely black out for a while, finally able to rest your head on the pillow whilst you catch your breath, thighs violently trembling. of course, a huge defining factor of why you would drift from reality for a moment would be due to how deep in subspace ani would have you. he’s so naturally dominant as it is, so when you fuck — best believe by the end you’ll feel reduced down to a being that purely exists to receive his praise, or please him, or whatever it is that day.

you always hear him before you feel him, it’s the procedure.

“baby.” he cooes quietly, still a little breathless himself. “you did well, sweetheart. my best girl, did so good for me.. gonna hold you now, that okay?” his voice is familiar, deep, comforting — but you’re still drifting through space. you don’t know how, but you manage a nod. you always do, you can’t bare to be apart from him any longer. after sex, you’re usually at your most clingy — needing him to ground you and cater to you until you’re back to yourself again.

“theeere we go.” he scoops you into his arms, pulling your cheek to his chest. he’s clammy, and so are you — but you can hear his heart thrumming against your ear and it just helps. he’s here. you’re here. it’s all okay.

“how was that, baby? any pain? don’t have to talk, can show me if you like.” anakin rasps, peeling himself back ever so slightly. you whine urgently, worried he’s pulling away from you fully and his gaze snaps towards you, keeping a firm but gentle hand on your back. “hey? you’re alright? i’m not going anywhere, my love. just need to see you, that’s all.” he comforts, the hand on your back now rubbing in a circle.

“don’t go.” a small voice leaves you, half muffled in his chest, your fingers digging into his thick tattooed bicep and you feel him nod.

“m’not. not going anywhere til you want me to. i’m gonna ask you my questions though, that okay?” he thumbs at the back of your neck, trying his best to make you feel cradled in his clutch. you nod, permitting him.

“okay sweet girl. are you hurting anywhere?” he repeats. it always astounds you how he manages to keep his voice so calm and… in charge. you’re not making any effort to claw your way out of your submissive mindset, infact if anything you’re sinking further into that hole but that was okay. it was warm and safe there, and sometimes you needed to cling on just a little longer.

“no. you were soft.” you speak and he kisses the top of your head in silent praise for speaking.

“yeah, i was nice on you today, hm?” he hums, pulling you impossibly closer. “are you gonna let me clean you up? or do you wanna cuddle?” he tilts his head, attempting to look at you. you lean upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’ll take that as cuddle.” he huffs out a laugh at your little groan into his neck, probably leaking your shared finish out of you and onto him.

“mhm.”

“mmmhm.” he repeats, adjusting to be more comfortable until you’re fully on top of him. “there she is. did a number on you today huh?” he rests a hand behind his head, looking down at you. you don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect you to— he’ll be there to hold you as long as you need.

#i love him so much #modern!anakin drabble #modern!anakin fluff #modern!anakin #anakin skywalker au

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pink-andwhite · 3 months

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my hyperfixations keep me from killing myself so please just let me be delusional and dream of fictional older men and their big brown eyes and massive cocks

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i love gaz sm and you wrote him SO WELL‼️‼️ so basically, how abt Gaz who is so pussydrunk that he doesn’t even realize how overstimulated reader is?

like reader could be fucking twitching, kicking their feet, pulling at his hair, but when reader finally squirts for like the 100th time, Gaz is just like “you good?” ty if you end up doing it! 🫶🏼

(afab!reader, mdni 18+)

the only time gaz wouldn't realize is bc he's overstimulated himself. has you thinking that he loves you, but loves your pussy more </3

he doesn't mean to be so mean about it. just can't stop plunging his dick in you, no matter how sensitive it is. he's grunting, moaning, whining, groaning, whimpering, crying out at how good you feel. pretty sure his dick is red and achy, think all that mess inside of you is from all his precum.

most likely shooting blanks into you at this point. he cannot get enough. there's a flood of his cum in you that he keeps pushing out because of the sloppy drag of his cock inside of you. a milky ring running down his balls and smearing on your ass. you feel so wet every time he slaps his hips against yours.

he's in missionary this time. but you're not too sure if he's slamming down into you with the intent of fucking you that hard or if he's weakly pulling back and is so fucked out that he just falls back into you and subsequently thrusts his dick in as far as it'll go. you're convinced that he's got no strength left but he somehow keeps finding a way to stir his cock in you. thrusts are too shallow at some points and his dick just stays twitching inside of you, can't even find it in himself to grind.

"baby, baby, baby, you feel too good. s'too good, so good. this pussy," he's blabbering out. he lets out another whiny moan and buries his face into your neck. before he did, you're certain that he had hearts in his eyes even as they're glazed over from the way he's too focused on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his dick. "feel so perfect f'me. can never get enough of you."

"kyle!" you're whining out. you've pleaded for him to give you a break. can feel your own mind going dumb from him still moving inside you. you don't have much of a voice left either. "kyle, please. can't cum anymore."

"hm?" he's barely registered your words. he pulls back enough to see your pout. if you really wanted him to stop you'd have kicked him off. he's in enough of a state where that's too easy and you know it. you definitely still have the strength for it too, unlike him. "can make you cum again if you want."

"m'sensitive," you groan out.

you throw an arm over your eyes as he huffs and starts thrusting into you. they're quick, hard little thrusts that make his pelvis smack against your clit a couple times. you let out a long moan because of that. your moans get spliced from the way he fucks you, interrupts you with those harsh thrusts. he's trying to prove a point to you. totally misinterpreted what you just said and decided to fuck you again to show you that you can cum. don't know if he ever stopped tho.

he bites his lip and just stares at your pussy. stares at how his cock slides in and out of it. you've absolutely coated him in your and his cum. he can't take his eyes away from it. not even when you spasm and start squirting against him, arching yourself as if you're trying to move your hips away from him to get a break. but he keeps chasing that pussy and follows through with his hips.

you're finally pressing a hand against his stomach to get him to slow down and that's when he realizes it's wet. too wet. he pants heavily and stares down at your pussy. can see remnants from your squirting and knows he can make you do a couple more if he can make himself angle his hips right to hit that sweet spot.

"see? told you i could make you cum again."

you don't even know how he still has enough of a brain to keep talking and saying this kind of stuff. all of that has been fucked out of you. "kyle, pull out. m'pussy's sore. came so much."

he wants to listen to you. knows he should. his dick needs a break he can feel it. but it feels way better still buried inside of you than it does when he tries to pull it out. he's only halfway out of you before he rests his hips against you again. it makes you whine in discomfort, but you grind back against him anyways. he pants with an open mouth. he's practically drooling at the sight of your pussylips squished against him.

"can make y'cum even more. want me to?" maybe,,,

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#gaz #gaz x reader #gaz smut #kyle garrick smut #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick imagine #gaz imagine #cod x reader #cod imagine #141 smut #cod smut #tf 141 x reader #141 x reader

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how would felix be with reader who's a virgin? maybe slow and gentle, lots of kisses everywhere?

He'd spend at least an hour eating you out beforehand – large and calloused hands holding your thighs apart for him while you whine and sob beneath his tongue.

And fucking christ, he nearly cums when your gummy walls contract and pulse around his tongue and thick digits.

He pulls himself up to lay on top of you. His chest flush to your breasts as he kisses you.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his soft lips and he continues to work you open with two fingers, gently curling and massaging the walls of your cunt.

"Want y'to fuck me." You sob against his tongue, panting softly when he pulls away to look you over.

Your face is hot, lips parted, eyes blown out, and your hair sticks to your forehead.

His thumb pulls your bottom lip down and you realize that the glistening wetness on his chin is your cum. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head.

"Lemme take my time with you." He kisses along the underside of your jaw, cupping your chin in his hand.

You can feel the swell of his cock pressed against your folds.

"Gonna go slow." He whispers against your lips.

You nod through a wet whimper, and Felix is quick to entwine a large hand with your smaller one.

"Relax fr'me, baby," His free hand massages the inside of your thigh.

When he begins to push past your soaked folds, you're quick to place a hand on his lower stomach.

"Too much?" He asks softly.

You shake your head, eyes lidded. You're beyond words. Felix is there with you.

"Too fast?" He offers, and you nod.

"M'kay." He gently lays over you, "Lemme help you relax." He kisses you softly, letting your thighs fall wider and your chest swelling with warmth.

He treats you softly for another moment or two before he's squeezing your hand in his.

"Wanna try again." You nod.

He eyes you, "You tell me if it hurts too much or if I need t'slow down again."

You nod shakily, looking down to where your bodies meet and the tip of his cock rests between your folds.

The stretch of him fills you slowly, and you sob into his shoulder, biting at his tanned skin.

"I know," Felix coos, kissing your cheek, "I've got you, you're okay."

"Move, please." Your legs wire around his waist, and you can feel him pant against your skin.

He thrusts into you with a softness that makes tears well over your soft cheeks and your nails dig into the soft of his back.

"Feel okay?" He rolls his hips, reaching a new angle inside of you.

You nod. Too overwhelmed and too overstimulated.

"M'gonna cum." You meet his eyes momentarily and he nods softly, kissing you.

"Good girl." He soothes through the kiss, "you cum when you need to."

He pulls your bottom lips between your teeth and your legs press against him, pushing him deeper into you.

"Feel so fucking good." He groans against your swollen lips.

"Haa–lex, m'gonna–" you pull at him. It's too much and yet it's all the same not enough and you can feel yourself falling apart beneath the heat of him and the stretch of his cock.

Felix tucks your head to his chest and presses a kiss to your classy forehead when you cum. Gently fucking you through the heat of it.

You're shaking under him, tears swallowing your moans, and your lips parted in a silent cry.

"Atta' girl," a large hand holds your chin softly. Grounding you while the other runs soft circles around your clit. "That's my good girl."

#felix catton #saltburn #jacob elordi #felix catton x reader #felix catton smut #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi smut

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john price x female reader, housewife kink ? breeding kink (if there are any typos shh!)

i write this as i am sitting in an uber omw to disneyland and this feels so humbling

but price joins a dating app and specifically like a farmers one (?) because for some deluded reason he thinks women on their are looking for something more serious, but that’s besides the point… anyways, he lucks out, or as he believes, he was correct about what kind of women are on singlefarmers.com because he found you.

his perfect little housewife, (he def has a housewife ((?)) kink :c) who loves to stay home and cook and bake and look pretty for him.

he loves the way you want to stay home and do all these things because how else is he supposed to protect you and care for you? :(

he loves the pretty dresses and skirts you wear around the house, and the way you’re always fussing over him and taking care of him but that you also let him take care of you!!

but what he loves most! about his perfect little housewife is how excited you get when he tells you he’s going to stuff you full of his cum and make you a momma :(

his sweet and soft-spoken girl turns into the filthiest little slut when he mentions breeding them and making sure his cum sticks so he can see you swollen with his baby :(

#john price #john price x reader #john price x reader smut #john price x female reader #call of duty #cod

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johnny is so the type to get back from a mission and be like “did she miss me?” with a full on pout on his face when you don’t answer because you’re confused.

who is she? was…was he referring to you in third person?

you get your answer a few seconds later when he’s sinking to his knees, face nuzzling against your lower belly before his nose begins to trail lower and lower.

planting a kiss to your covered pussy, practically purring as your thighs begin to tremble under his attention.

“cause i missed her.”

#johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x reader smut #soap x female reader #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader smut

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pink-andwhite · 4 months

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>Simon Riley with bigger pecs because he's bulking save me,,,.....

“Do it again.” Your drunken commands are met with a sigh, though like always— he listens. His muscles flex as he contracts his pecs, letting you feel the mix of fat and muscle moving right under your face, keeping it buried on his bigger pecs.

“That's so fucking cool.” Your words are muffled by his chest, fully focused on the way he can isolate each pec and moves them individually just to impress you. Your hands go down his shirt, traveling up to his now softer tummy and squeezing the fat, too drunk and in love to even care about the amused chuckle that leaves his lips, pressing your face closer to his chest.

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pink-andwhite · 4 months

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BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE (BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS)

synopsis. ꩜ how felix comforts you.

author’s note. ∿ i wanted to write something (kind of) short and angsty so here’s this

When Felix woke up his skin was cold, lacking the warmth your body gave him in the night, his arms holding onto the ghost of you. He lifted his body from his bed, his eyes in search of his room for any trace you you. He couldn’t find anything. He checked the room you were assigned when you first arrived at Saltburn and you weren’t there either—not that you used it anyways. So, he walked downstairs to the dining room assuming you were at the table eating breakfast. While everyone ate at approximately at the same time it was in Felix’s nature to be a little fashionably late.

His assumptions were correct as you sat for the meal, looking down at your food. It was when you looked up at him he noticed something innately wrong, unable to ignore how your eyes were tainted red as they flit around the room, unable to hold his gaze. You hadn’t said much other than please and thank you the entire time, ultimately excusing yourself early, the sound of your feet resounding throughout the house as you walked back upstairs.

“Is she okay?” Venetia subtly whispered to Felix and he shook his head with a shrug. “I don’t know,” He responded seriously. Elsbeth gave her son a look of concern, the green light that it was acceptable to excuse himself.

“If I may, I’m going to excuse myself to check on her.” His parents nodded and he followed the same way you went. He eventually traced you back to the bathroom that separated your two rooms, peeking in the door when he heard your figure slosh in the water of the bathtub.

“Can I come in?” He asked quietly and you nodded. Your knees were to your chest as you held a cigarette in your hand. Felix kneeled beside you, replacing the cig with his hand, putting it out on the ash tray beside the bath it seemed you brought with you. His thumb massaged your hand in silence as if it would magically ease whatever was devastating you—it didn’t, but it calmed the both of you to know that it helped.

“Do you want me to join you?” He mouthed, quieter than the previous question as you looked at him again. Still you didn’t say anything, only nodding as he reluctantly released your hand to remove the clothing from his body. You moved from your position momentarily to make room for him in the bath, sitting in his lap once he was submerged with you.

He didn’t push you to talk but there was something so concerning, persuasive about the look in his eyes you almost felt guilty for staying quiet. Felix would never intend to make you feel that way, there was just something about him that made you want to open your heart to him knowing that he’d keep it safe.

The thought alone made your eyes water like they had earlier that morning, the reason why you left him in bed alone. You rested your head on his chest as you cried, Felix’s arms around you, rubbing at your back as you did so. His head rested atop yours, cringing to himself each time he felt it shake from a sob.

“I’m right here, okay?” He mumbled into your hair. His statement made it seem like he was a few doors down or right next to you, but in truth his body was wrapped around yours, protecting you like a shield from anything that threatened to hurt you. He knew he couldn’t, but right now it was the best he could do.

#jacob elordi #felix catton #felix catton saltburn #saltburn #felix catton x reader #felix catton x you #felix catton x y/n #felix catton headcannon #oliver quick #felix x reader

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multiples.

eddie munson x fem!reader

“Multiples? Multiple what?”

cw: a smutty little blurb about eddie making sure you arrive properly. ref to period pain, fingering, oral (m & f receiving)

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Eddie has a problem.

No, no, no—not a problem. That makes it sound like there was some issue he had to resolve or a task he had to complete. This is more delicate than that. A conundrum, maybe? A dilemma? Whatever he called it, it had consumed him for weeks now. And it boiled down to one thing:

He was pretty sure you weren’t coming.

At first, it was difficult to put a finger on what exactly was throwing him off.

When the two of you got together, he was thrilled. Like, running through the streets naked, jumping on top of moving cars, Wilhelm screaming, over the goddamn moon kind of thrilled. He’d been into you since forever and had always felt totally comfortable around you. You were hilarious and cool and probably definitely the smartest person he knew, easy—not that the rest of his friends were like Rhodes scholars or anything.

Still, it kind of blew him away that someone like you was actually interested in him.

The longer you saw one another and the closer you got, he only liked you more and more. Then you guys started doing stuff and he sort of kind of lost his fucking mind. He’d never been with a person that felt so much like home; someone he felt like he could spend forever with, if you’d only have him. And the sex was…unbelievable.

You let your bodies have long, in-depth conversations that lasted into the night and then picked right back up again in the early morning. He hadn’t ruined this many sets of sheets since he was a snot-nosed pre-teen first discovering the loving embrace of his own fist. But as the fog of your initial sex haze dissipated, he couldn’t shake this one thought that kept coming back.

He didn’t want to toot his own horn or anything, but Eddie had it on pretty good authority he was above average when it came to making girls arrive. And with you…

Well, it was just different.

You were pretty quiet, for one. Which was kind of odd, considering how brash and brazen you could be normally. Eddie thought maybe you were just more subdued during sex. Sometimes it was the quietest, most mousy-looking girls who rattled his trailer roof the hardest. So maybe the reverse was also true? And there was nothing wrong with that, if it was. Just because he was vocal in bed, it certainly didn’t mean he expected you to be.

But when you came—or rather, when you said you were—it just didn’t quite feel like he expected.

He was no expert, mind you. But after having dealt so much in theatricality and role play, he’d developed quite an ear for insincerity. And you are anything but insincere.

When he had you pinned underneath him, his hips snapping as he drove you into the mattress, the way you squirmed and writhed and squeezed around him was pure fucking bliss. But then, just when he thought he was getting you going, you would be wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in close so he could hear your heated whisper.

“Gonna come for me, beautiful?” he’d ask, his hand dipping between your bodies to rub at your clit. You’d nod, almost too blissed out to speak.

“I did, I did,” you told him, more breath than words. “I came already—I wanna feel you.”

And, well, when you say it like that…it’s all he can do not to blow his load on the spot.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you. He just thinks maybe you don’t know what it feels like to really come. So it’s not that you’re faking—something is definitely happening down there—it’s just not an orgasm. At least not a decent one.

At least not one he wants to claim.

Considering the guys you’d dated, he’s not all that surprised. They all sounded like losers who worried about themselves first and only. Dumb jerks who thought their dicks were magic wands that made girls come as soon as they set foot in the lobby. He didn’t want to be like them.

He wanted to take you to the fucking penthouse.

But it’s tricky. He can’t just bring up something like this, can he? He doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want you thinking he’s saying there’s something wrong with you. Because of course there isn’t. And he doesn’t want to keep going without you knowing what he’s trying to do.

Like he said…it’s delicate.

So the next time he had you over, he let you lead. He made no move to change your course as you kissed down his bare inked chest, over the sparse patch of hair that swirled just beneath his navel, and pulled him hot and leaking from behind his blue checkered shield. And even as his instincts screamed in protest, he let you take him into the warmth of your mouth and bob on his cock until he came—a shuddering, whining, blubbering mess as he filled your throat.

All part of the plan. All part of the plan.

It took a bit of time for him to recover and he spent every second of it loving on you—each graze of his fingers and lips leisurely, but thorough. He kissed all the parts of you he thought might have been left unattended too long: the undersides of your breasts marked by the indentations of your bra; the soft span of skin that ran along the inside of your forearm to the crease of your elbow; the sides of your ribcage that quivered at the tickle of his warm breath.

And he watched your face every step of the way, studying you until you dropped fully into that deeply relaxed state. He let his hand drift down between your legs, skimming them over the sensitive skin there, making you tremble all over in anticipation. Alright, this was it.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, a low rumble between kisses along your collarbone.

“Yeah?”

You hummed out your reply, looking down at him with heavy lidded eyes, half gone already. It made Eddie grin, his smile all teeth.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

“I was wondering if you’ve ever had multiples?”

The question made your brow wrinkle and you frowned slightly. “Multiple? Multiple what?”

“Multiple orgasms,” he said with a light chuckle. “Like if I fingered you until you came and then went down on you until you came again. Made you come over, and over, and over…”

You gasped as his tongue traced the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your body.

“Can that…does that happen?” you asked with a breathy sigh. He just smiled at the adorably incredulous look on your face and nodded.

“Of course,” he said. “I think that’s like the main thing you guys have going for you in this arena. Something to make up for all the annoying shit you have to put up with from your body.”

Another chuckle makes his chest shake as he rubs a hand over your lower belly, remembering how you’d asked him once just to press on it with his strong, warm hands and offer some relief from your cramps that were particularly bad one night.

“Oh. I mean…I’ve heard that, I guess. I kind of always thought it was a joke.”

“Well, I might not get you there,” Eddie said, giving you a smile he hopes is reassuring. “And if it doesn’t feel good or it hurts or anything, just tell me and we’ll stop. No harm, no foul.”

You pinched the edge of his comforter between your fingers and tugged at it, twisting it into a little peak at your side. “That sounds…really good,” you told him quietly.

“So, I can try?” he asked, brow lifting. “It’s okay?”

“I mean, yeah…” You chewed your lip, still a little hesitant. “But what about you?”

Eddie smirked, all sly and wily as he brushed the backs of his fingers along the softness of your cheek. “We did me already,” he reminded you.

Your cheeks heated at the memory, the taste of his come still sitting warm on your tongue as you swallowed thickly. Admittedly, you’d been kind of surprised when he let you go down on him first and actually finished in your mouth. Normally he was tugging you off him as soon as he felt himself losing it, grunting out something about not wanting to go too quickly.

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. “It just seems a little unfair”

“How’s it unfair if it’s what I want?” he murmured, voice dropping back to that low rumble.

Hard to argue with that, you supposed.

A beaming smile spread across your face and you twisted your fingers in the ball chain necklace that dangled around his neck to pull him closer. You answered his question with the press of your lips against his own, inhaling a shaky breath when you pulled away. Eddie’s nose nudged against yours, mashing into the softness of your cheek to resume the kiss. His hand came up to cradle your jaw and his mouth moved in that slow, sensuous way that made your insides dance and leap and spin like an entire company of ballerinas.

The kiss itself is so dizzying, you almost forgot about Eddie’s initial intentions until you felt his fingers begin to gently glide through your soaking folds. He swallowed your little mewl of relief as two of them finally sank inside your warmth while his thumb brushed teasingly light over your clit. It doesn’t take long at all for your arousal to coat his fingers, for your body to gush for him.

“Ed, I’m…I’m coming,” you breathed out, tingling with that initial burst of pleasure.

“Thats it, baby,” Eddie nodded, going along with it one last time. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He drew a single, high moan out of you—more like a gasp of relief as your body fully relaxed and all the stiffness in your shoulders and tension in your limbs melted away. You let your head loll to the side and smiled, almost dazed with the feeling. Pride surged in his chest from the way you looked at him sometimes—so perfectly content and elated because he was all yours.

The look he gave you was rapturous as he licked his lips and started to make his way down, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake that dotted across your chest, between the valley of your breasts, down your sternum and the soft pudge of your tummy. You propped yourself up to watch him as his mop of dark curls dipped between your thighs, fingers still sitting snug inside your warm, wet walls. Your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and he could only imagine how hard your heart must be pounding for you to try and slow it like you are.

“I’m gonna try for another, okay?” he soothed. “Stay relaxed for me, beautiful.”

You nodded back and let your head drop down, sinking deep into the embrace of your pillow.

Eddie pumped his fingers a few more times, faster now and crooking them upwards in search of that spot inside you that had eluded him far too long. The deftness of his touch coupled with the eager swipes of his tongue had your body heaving now as he traced a maddening pattern, swirling side to side and weaving it through your center.

Eyes suddenly fluttering open and closed, you whined softly and squirmed in his grasp as his tongue decisively swerved away from where you needed him most. The anticipation made your hips rock into his face, chasing more of the feeling as he teased you relentlessly.

His free arm promptly wrapped around your thigh, his hand gripping at the soft flesh to keep your legs spread apart. He was deeply thorough in his exploration, nose occasionally brushing against your clit that was practically crying out for his attention. His hot breath fanned along your inner thighs and he moaned deeply with each lick so you could feel the vibrations in your core.

You lost track of how long he was down there, allowing yourself to be swept away with the riot of sensations, realizing just a little too late your body was working towards something new.

The feeling creeps up on you, trickling through your muscles, causing all of them to twitch and spasm, tensing and releasing in waves. Little whines and pants of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth, the desperate little sounds like the most beautiful music to Eddie’s ears.

It makes him grind down into the bed, desperate to hear more.

“Feel good?” he asked, brow lifting behind sweaty bangs as round doe eyes look up at you.

“So g-good,” you panted, the sound almost pained with pleasure. “So sensitive…”

“You taste like heaven, you know that?” he murmurs to your cunt. “I could do this forever.”

He genuinely could, but it seems he won’t have to. You’re getting close now. He can feel it in the way your thighs start to tremble against his ears; the way another gush of you floods across his tongue. His eyes darted sideways to where your hand rests on the blanket, flexing with the need to grab onto something. Anything.

One last time, he squeezed at the meat of your thigh and then unwrapped his arm from around it to reach out instead and thread his fingers with yours. Your grip is bone crushing and only makes him hold on tighter as he points the tip of his tongue to increase its pressure.

“E-Eddie, it feels…something feels different…”

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, the pace of his fingers never faltering. “I’ve got you, just let go.”

He wished he could bottle the look on your face. Eyes scrunched up, brow furrowed as though you were deep in concentration. Lips parted in a wanton gasp as your chest swelled. His mouth came back to your clit, resuming the motions that had you clenching around his fingers.

“Oh…ohhh my…oh, fuck…”

When he feels you starting to unravel, feels that band coiled tight in your core start to snap, it takes everything he has in him to stay the course—especially when the hand of yours he’s not holding winds into his hair and you grasp desperately at his curls. The groan it elicits from him is deep and guttural, the sound of it radiating in the room. And finally he feels it happening—your pussy spasming around his fingers, threatening to snap them clean off you’re clenching so tight; hips bucking and stomach quivering with the effort of drawing breath.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop!” you cried out. “That feels so good, holy fucking shit—”

So much for being quiet, Eddie thought mischievously.

Your head is pushing back into the pillow now, back arching under you, lifting you off the bed. He’s clamped tight against you though, his lips sealed around your clit and sucking like his life depends on it. In a way, it almost feels like it does.

“I’m gon…I’m gonna…I’m co—”

The words dissolve into a moan, the sound of it higher and louder than anything else Eddie has drawn out of you before. Pride explodes in his chest as he finally feels what he’s been waiting for—that exquisite vice around his fingers as he continues to stroke that sacred spot.

Your body floods with the feeling, waves of it surging through you, seeing white behind your eyes that are still pinched shut. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before—every synapse firing at once, every molecule in your body exploding like a tiny firework.

Distantly, you register his voice coaxing you through it as you reluctantly return to earth. Yes, baby, that’s it, thaaaat’s it—fuck me, you’re so fucking hot when you come, Jesus fucking Christ…

You opened your eyes, blinking through bleary vision as the world came back into focus.

Eddie grinned, smile almost wolfish when he lifted himself from between your legs. Triumph flashed in his dark eyes, his gaze roving all over as he began a slow crawl up your body, his cock now standing at attention with its vigor renewed.

“Okay,” he panted, dragging his hand across his mouth and chin that were slick with your spend as he leaned in to kiss you. “That’s one.”

#god i love him #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

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