#a mess luv a pur mess

[luveline]

Hi! What about a suuuuuuuuper confident reader that gets literally sooo shy the second she and Eddie are alone together

-luv ur writing

does this still count for shy Saturday? ♡ gn!reader | 1.1k words

Flirting with Eddie Munson is fun. He's very pretty, very nice, and very very easy to wind up. Not in any malicious way – you aren't messing with him. You genuinely like him and think he deserves to feel as attractive as he is. That's why when you're at one of their Hellfire club meetings to pick up Mike, Lucas and Dustin as a favour to Nancy (though it hardly feels like a favour, you'd practically leapt to go) you give him your sweetest smile. 

Maybe you look a little silly but you don't think so. The kids are brushing past you, out the door, and you say, "Hey, handsome. How's it going?"

Used to you by now, Eddie says, "It's awesome. We finished a great campaign today, extremely well-written if I do say so myself, and Mike only cried once." 

You don't believe it for a second but it's easy to joke with him, even as Mike protests from behind. 

"He's getting better, poor little guy," you say.

Eddie smirks. "He's a lamb," he says agreeably. 

"Assholes," Mike says. He sulks off down the hall and Lucas follows, though Dustin waits for you at the precipice like the gentleman he is.

You'd hoped to speak with him a little longer but Dustin waiting prompts you on. "Catch you around?" you ask with a 'what can you do?' smile. 

"Actually, could I talk to you? Five minutes tops, promise." 

You open the door a little wider. "Sure, is everything-" 

"Alone?" 

Your hand squeezes the door handle. "Yeah, of course. Dustin, here. Take my keys. Don't try anything funny, please." 

Dustin takes the keys from your outstretched fingers and gives you a smile you don't understand. He turns before you can ask and makes a funny sound when he's halfway down the hall, like a cat purring. 

You turn back to Eddie. He's cleaning up the table in half efforts, haphazard as he scoops up the club dice and folds his divider. One of his knuckles hits a dice and sends it flying. 

You leave your station at the door to pick it up. It's a tiny thing with a crazy amount of sides, made up of green and black resin like dark smoke. You pick it up, straighten, and find yourself chest to chest with Eddie. 

The door clicks shut. 

You don't know what comes over you but your heart skips. You take a small step backwards. "Shit, sorry." 

He holds his hand out. 

You stare at his palm. 

"Can I have it?" he asks mildly. 

"Sorry," you whisper. 

You don't recognise your own voice. You can't understand what's happening to you – why is your face so hot? You feel itchy all over and want to move back, further away, only he looks so pretty and he's waiting patiently like you aren't being a real weirdo. 

You drop the dice into his hands. His fingertips stroke the centre of your palm as they close around it. "Thanks."

"Uh-huh. So uh, what did you wanna talk about?" 

"Right," he says. 

He drops the dice into a small wooden box and leans against the 'throne', hip popped out. Your eyes flit to his waist and then back to his face.

"How do you feel about rock music?" he asks. 

You blink owlishly. "Rock music?" 

"Yeah, are you into it?" 

You want to impress him badly, but you don't know anything that isn't popular. "I like Van Halen." 

"Yeah? You know, his name is Eddie too." 

"R-really?" 

He hold a hand to his chest in a show of extreme surprise. "For real. Anything else? Anything… heavier?" 

You hold your hands behind your back and can't work out his angle. Worse, you can't work out your own. Usually flirting with Eddie comes easy. He eats it right up and the kids egg you on. Now, you feel pinned by his eyes, the grinning uptilt of his pretty mouth. 

"Well," you start, looking over the table covered in eraser shavings and scratches from enthusiastic throws, "I like The Clash?" He laughs, not teasing, just a nice deep laugh. You try to save yourself. "I don't know. But I like listening to new music. Is there…" You swallow.

Is there a reason you're asking me? 

Eddie tilts his head to the side. Dark curls fall every which way, limp with humidity. The pieces closest to his face are tighter from sweat. "Is everything okay?" he asks. 

"Of course." 

"You don't seem like yourself," he says carefully. "Flighty. Do you wanna sit down?" 

You sit down without answering and Eddie skirts the table until he's by your side. "Shit, are you good?" 

"Dizzy spell," you mumble. You feel bad for stretching the truth – you do feel dizzy, but not because you're sick. 

He moves away and is back just as quick with a water bottle. "Here." 

You take a sip and wish the ground would swallow you up. "Sorry," you croak, wincing. "I'm fine." 

"Sure are." 

You feel queasy. 

"Anyways, I'm asking because I'm in a band." He sits on the table and looks down at you, talking to you like your best friends. It makes it all so much worse. 

Get a hold of yourself, you think desperately. 

"You are?" you ask weakly.

"I am. Corroded Coffin," he says, flaring his eyes, lips moving slow around the band name, "we play at the Hideout every Tuesday. I guess I wanted to ask if you'd come see us." 

The water bottle crinkles in your hand. You look up at Eddie and picture him now, doused in sweat from a set and the hot, bright lights, a guitar hanging from his neck. His ring heavy fingers curled around a pick. 

"Yeah," you say, and even to you your voice is loud, like you're underwater. "I'd love to." 

He kicks his shoe against your ankle gently. "Really? We're not much like Van Halen, but I could definitely fit something in there. We usually do a cover or two- of, like, Sabbath but- we can do Halen. Especially for a pretty thing like you."  

It's hardly the worst thing he's ever said to you, but you gasp. Eddie stops twisting his rings to look you over quizzically. Slowly, so slowly, something like understanding clears his expression. 

"Tuesday. Hopefully you'll be… feeling a little better by then," he says quietly. The smugness in his tone can't be missed. 

You doubt you will. 

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[vampiric-tempt]

Kinktober | 01

≡ overstimulation | shang tsung x gn!reader * ˚ ✦

tw ➤ nsfw, smut, overstimulation, dubcon, term "pet" used, gender neutral

a/n: my first smut of this event! If I made any errors, feel free to leave a comment or send an inbox. I want to improve in writing so criticism is okay with me lol. Luv u

❥・*。You gasped at the overwhelming sensation Shang was giving you. Your legs draped upon his shoulders as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you. He has been teasing you and making you cum for god knows how long, but Shang had drowned you in praises and encouraged that you could handle more.

"C'mon my love, I know you can handle a few more." He grunted, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips. He too looked disheveled, his hair fallen amongst his shoulders.

"mmh- s'too much Shang!" You cried out. Your hands helplessly gripping the sheets. "Too good!"

He chuckled and raised a hand to wipe the tears from your eyes. "But you're being such a good boy/girl, you can take it."

You huffed at his response, your head growing dizzy from the burning sensation below. "F-fuckk." You begin to sputter incoherent words as he plunged himself into you.

Shang Tsung smirked and adjusted the angle, his palms guiding the back of your thighs closer to your chest.

"You look good like this pet." The new angle allowing him to bury himself deeper into your heat. You cried out in pleasure, the new angle pushing you to your climax once again. Your body went limp into his hands and he titled his head sadistically. "Oh? We just started, surely another won't hurt?" He cooed, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

The extent of your orgasm had left you breathless. "Too much..." You whimper again, praying he'd finally let you rest.

Shang let out a low laugh, his hips still bucking into your oversensitive heat.

"Good pet, such a good pet." He grunted as his thrusts finally grew sloppy. His hands were now placed beside your head to balance himself. You trembled, drool dripping down the edges of your mouth. Shang let out a low growl, his thrusts finally jerking to a stop. You bit back a moan, the feeling of his seed warming your insides. Your sex filled with his cum. It coated Shang's member and the insides of your thighs in such a mess from your many orgasms.

You thought Shang's pleasurable torture would end, however, the sudden feeling of his hips grinding again sent shockwaves through your body. The pleasure becoming too much for you to handle.

"Shang no more please!" You quickly begged, hands uselessly pushing against his chest.

He purred darkly and leaned down to the croon of your neck. "One more, my love. You can handle one more."

Your eyes shut tight as you begin to endure the burning pleasure. Shang was right, you could always handle whatever he'd given you. You belonged to him as did he. You loved him too much to say no.

╰┈➤ other kinktober 2023 mk1 works

#mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #shang tsung x reader #tw.dubcon #tw.dark content #tw.smut #mdni #kinktober 2023

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Venus my dear have you ever thought about fox hybrid childe? Like the fluffy ears in that mess of orange hair and his already sluttaly low rise pants hanging just under the base of his tail? With both a happy trail that runs down towards his cock and one that runs a short length down his back towards the mess of fluffy orange and white that is his tail? Like a full on feral hybrid, and why not add that good ol' knot on his cock too just cause I can!

Now think about fox boy childe and him bring so eager to have you swallow his cum that he knows your mouth, knowing full well you won't be able to take it and will be stuck there, nose pressed into the wet mess of his happy trail, eyes rolling back and breathing shallow as he watches how you struggle to swallow his load.

Or maybe....

Childe smirking down at you as he pulls you forward and make sure you feel how he swells behind your teeth before he comes, fingers tangled in your hair as he sighs, only now that you're truly stuck on his cock dose he release your hair, chuckling, as he watches you and your absolutely wrecked appearance, eyes rolled back in your head, hands falling from his hips, where your pathetic attempts to push him away had failed, just watches how your arms drop limply next to your sides.

Your blurry vision just starting to fade in and out, and the last thing you are actually aware of before you pass out, is one of his hands petting you gently and the other wiping the tears from your cheek as he coos down at you, ears flicking and twitching as another pulse of his cum floods down your throat.

Just think about fox hybrid childe...

ermm… me vs hoardin all of cors asks!! for me n me only!! but… i suppose i can share… cor i luv u i’m givin u a kiss rn mwah mwah!! U^ェ^U

fox childe thoughts!! nothin too fancy just the fuzzy lil guy bein evil wif his knot!! point form headcannon format :3

fuzzy fella!! he’s used to running around in without having to worry about how he’s dressed. hybrids like himself get certain privileges like less people caring about how they present. sure, it’s based in the idea that hybrids are ‘less than human’ but Ajax is like most in which he’ll use it to his advantage. he love love love loves walking around shirtless.

he’s about 6’2, bulky, and muscly. being part animal means he has to stay well in shape for hunting and the many other physical activities that are required of him. his tummy does have some chub!! the tummy chub is good for keeping him warm and healthy through the winter months. also most certainly a hairy boy; a happy trail no one can match.

loves having his tails and ears washed!! please do wash, condition, dry, and brush them he will make a little purring type noise like a motor. he tends to be a bit messy with everything he does, eating, playing, and existing, but a clean and fluffy fox is a happy fox!!

when it comes to his… more primal urges… he’s well aware that full humans aren’t built to accommodate certain characteristics. that won’t stop him from forcing it, though. he’s born to express his needs a certain way and will make it happen even if it hurts you both.

Ajax is already most certainly well endowed. about 8” hard with an upwards curve. he’s got a bit of thickness too but what’s really thick is his knot. his cock is great for splitting you open and pumping you full and it’s also delightfully heavy in your mouth.

he is an unashamed face-fucker. this does loop back into his base instincts of ‘cock in warm wet hole? need to go hard and fast to breed mate,’ though it’s also a personal preference of his. Ajax could hold back if he really wanted to but… why would he when you look so pretty covered in tears with your face turning blue?

lover of messy head. with the way he’ll be bucking into your throat, you’ll already be producing plenty of saliva and tears to moisten his dick but it’s not uncommon for him to spit down onto it as well to make it extra filthy. all fluids will end up being swallowed by you, and maybe him, in the end.

him… knotting your mouth… i am admittedly a bit hot and bothered by this… think of it sort of like sticking a lightbulb in your mouth. it can go in find but, you have to break it to get it out. Ajax’s knot will go in your mouth fine but, you’ll have to wait for it to go down to get it out.

he gets off on seeing you sputter around the massive load of seed lodged in your throat that you can’t properly swallow. he’ll most definitely twitch and shoot out a couple more little bursts while watching you struggle and whimper over everything shoved in your face.

Ajax won’t be completely cruel about it, you’ll still get plenty of praise and pats to your head!! it’s almost enough for you to ignore how he sets his hips fully to your face and covers your nose with his fingers. truly, he does want you to pass out.

he just thinks it’s cute when your cunts been fucked so nice that you end up knocked out so he’s gotta figure out some way to make that happen when it’s your throat he’s fucking!! doesn’t mind forcing it at all.

you’ll wake up clean and with a big fox man curled around you. he’s very easy to forgive when he licks your face as kisses and wags his tail; his own set of charms.

foxboy childe 100/10 a very wonderful lil guy!! mean, sure, but very loving… and needy… and aggressive… and protective…

i wish i had better thots tew add but… cor u have done my brain in once again!! i jus wan my lil fox guy :((

#cw: knotting #cor my beloved <3 #hehehe he’s so silly!! #i wamnt to munch him liek a candy!! #he is so cotton candy ik it!! #:3 liddol guy #foxboy childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut

[thenarryparable]

"Tangerine, sugar, honey, sweet"

sub tangerine x gn/top reader

its pretty tame I'd say just uh, SMUT

Thursday is going to kill me. Mother im sorry dont look at this. I have lost myself-

(praise k*nk, sub/dom roles, degr*dation, b*ndage...all of it)

Tangerine laid down in bed while you finished up in the shower, washing off a load of stress and anxiety from the job you, Lemon and Tangerine had done today. Taking care of Wataru with all the stupid White Death associates without a job, wanting revenge was stressful to say the least.

You turned off the shower when you were finished and told him he could go next before you got an idea. Tangerine was pretty tense, always tense. Especially when it came to even seeing you a bit naked, always scared of doing something "Wrong and immoral" as he put it.

Why not let out some of that tension?

From the job, from trying not to 'fuck anything up', let's knock out too birds with one stone.

Tangerine sat up and said "Thanks, che-" then he looked back and saw you taking off your towel, revealing the sweet body you had, the one he cherished. "On another thought, I dont need to take a fucking shower now, luv" got him.

"Why is that?" you asked. "You fucking know why you sly prick" he muttered through gritted teeth as he walked over to you, nudging you for consent before going further. "Is this okay, luv?" he whispered, clearly nervous. "Yes" you whispered back, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He goes to wrap his hands around your waist before you grip his tie and pin him onto the bed, he looked so cute, so vulnerable this way. He didn't expect that from the weak whine and gasp you got from his filthy mouth. "Oh my, desperate are we?" he nodded.

"Why that won't fly with me love, you need some self-control before you go making a mess everywhere." you undo his tie and wrap it around his wrists, "Green light?" he nods, as you make a knot. "Now, let's get you undressed baby boy. Carefully now, don't need to mess up your suit, you look very handsome in it, so accessible as well," you say teasing the fly of his blue, pinstriped slacks that snagged onto his body so beautifully.

He whimpered, Tangerine couldn't think straight at this point. "Tangerine~" you purred as you pulled his fly down, making him twitch and tense up. "Oh baby, relax...deep breaths" you said as you stroked his thigh, pulling down his trousers.

"Oh dear, you are quite, ha...rigid to say the least" Tangerine blushed more, from embarrassment. "Now let's get the rest of this off your marvelously shaped frame, shall we?" Tangerine nodded as you unbuttoned his vest, and his shirt. Exposing all of his tattoos and scars, especially the one on his neck.

He let out a sob as you pressed a kiss against it, his shaft throbbing in pain. Even you could feel it, sore against your stomach as you held him down, his legs spread out against your exposed body and soon, his.

"You ready my sweet, Tangerine?" you asked with, a mischievous look in your eyes. "Y-yes" he choked out, as you felt at the seam of his soft boxers that were now, tight. You carefully took his cock out, him mewling as you took it into your hands.

You gave him a few gentle pumps, letting him get adjusted to the pace before remembering, lube. You slow down and stop before grabbing a small bottle of it from Tangerines dresser. "Forgot this!" you said, as Tangerine groaned.

You poured some into your hands before making your hands busy again, listening to Tangerine pant and moan as you pumped his thick cock, faster and faster. Sweet, sticky, cum leaking from his swollen cock. His breath became more and more hitched and heavy as you worked.

He arched his back as he reached his climax, spilling out white sticky liquid all over your hand. You grinned and pulled your hand away, as he had gone limp. "Good boy" you praised as you untied his wrists. "Now lets go get you cleaned up, sweetheart" you said as you took off his shirt and vest completely this time now that he's untied and helped him to the bathroom.

You took a clean rag out of the cabinet and cleaned him off. You then started a bath, he tried to refuse your care but you insisted that he'd bathe. You helped him into the warm bath and grabbed some rose-scented soap and rubbed it all over his gorgeous bare skin.

You then moved onto his soft curls and poured some coconut oil and shampoo into your hands and massaged his scalp, his head rubbing against your hands like a kitty. "Thank you, luv" his whisper sounding like a purr. "You're welcome, hun" you said as you helped him lean back and get the soap out of his hair.

"I love you" he said, as you helped him out of the tub, drying him off with a towel.

"I love you too, sweet boy" you responded, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

#IM SO EMBARRASSED BUT ITS FINE :') #bullet train #bullet train smut #tangerine x reader #tangerine x gn!reader #tangerine x m!reader #IM SO FUCKING -////- #I HATE MYSELF. #tangerine writes

[barbedbetty]

Welcome Home

The Coach x f!Reader

Summary: You surprise Coach at home.

Warnings: 18+, slight praise, SMUT, P in V, little rough, oral (fem receiving)

I had only been in London for a few years, but oh what glorious years they’ve been. I’d come here for a temp job in a marketing firm and when I fell in love with the city, I was looking for a permanent job. That’s when I found the Coach.

He wanted someone to help his gym with the marketing and I was eager to join his band of misfits.

Week later, I got the job.

Month later, he took me to dinner.

Six months later, and we moved in together.

He was a couple years older than me but it didn’t matter to us. He’s kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so gorgeous.

Today was my day off, so I decided to make his favorite meal. I also decided to wear a red dress he absolutely loves to rip off of me. A cute little number that hit me mid thigh, it has a red satin slip and slightly darker red lace on top with capped sleeves.

I was just pulling the roast out of the oven when I heard the door open.

“Evenin’ luv.” I shouted over my shoulder as I set the food up on the table.

“‘Ey luv.”

I turned and he was sighing as he dropped his keys on the coffee table and unzipped his jacket. His back was to me and I smirked realizing he hadn’t seen me yet.

I tiptoed behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

He groaned and let me rub his back for a moment before he faced me.

“Yous wouldn’t believe the d-“ he started but when he saw the dress he froze.

“Oh my days.” He grinned as he reached out to grab my hips.

He smirked and looked up and down my body.

“Could kill a man in that getup, luv.” He leaned down and kissed at my neck. I smiled and tilted my head aside, purring at the burn of his beard against my skin.

“Maybe I should take it off,” I whispered and felt more than heard him moan as he pulled me closer and sucked at my pulse making me gasp. “Don’t-dont want to kill you.”

He chuckled and I felt his hands push against me and roughly rub down my body to the back of my thighs and pick me up.

He pulled his lips away from my neck and I took the chance to kiss him as he carried me to the table.

I pushed of his jacket properly and he took his glasses off and tossed them aside. I was working on pushing his shirt up when he looked behind me at the table.

“I see you made my second favorite meal, darling.” He smirked at me as he reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it over his head.

I paused for a moment and looked behind me at the food.

“But-I thought-“

Suddenly

I felt his hands push up into my skirt and he yanked me forward. I yelped at the motion and turned back to see him drop to his knees and lean forward to nip at my thighs.

“Coach.” I moaned as he tugged my thin red panties to the side and traced his tongue up my slit.

I threw my ear back and cried out as he licked my folds. Gripping the sides of the table so hard I thought the cheap wood might splinter.

I felt him moaning as he pushed his tongue inside me for a moment, letting it flex and wiggle enough to make me feel a rush of pure euphoria before he replaced it with his thick digits.

“Thassit, sweetheart.” He panted in his thick accent. “Give it to me.”

He pushed his head forward again, licking circles around my clit making me see stars.

He was gripping my skirt tightly in one fist and staring up at me so intensely, it was too much. His fingers knew exactly where to touch me and I’m embarrassed how quickly I came, shouting his name for him.

He gently licked at me till I could breathe normally. He still had his fingers inside me and as he stood up he pushed his palm onto my clit making me gasp and grip his shoulders.

I must’ve looked a mess, but he stared down at me like I was the only person in the world.

I moaned and whimpered as he ground his palm against me.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said in a low tone. “In every room of this fucking flat.”

I shuddered and wrapped my arms around his neck nodding.

“Please, Coach.” I begged and purred as the pleasure started to make me feel bold. “I need you inside me.”

“Do you, now?” His lips quirked up a little as he grabbed the back of my neck with his free hand and started thrusting his fingers roughly inside me again. His accent was getting thicker and rougher and I knew he could feel the effect it had on me.

“Yes, yes!” I cried out as another orgasm started to build. I circled his hips with my legs and tried to pull him closer and raced my hands to his pants fumbling to get them down.

“Thirsty for it, darlin’.” He chuckled and groaned when I finally gripped his thick cock in my hand.

“Absolutely.” I whispered as I started to stroke him. He groaned and leaned down to kiss me deeply.

He stepped forward and knocked my hand away as he stroked himself, he pushed the tip of his thick hard cock against my folds and I shivered at the sensation.

“D’ya know what I love about ya, darling?” He asked as he pushed his cock against my pussy, I could feel my opening pulsing for him but he didn’t push forward anymore.

“Please.” I whimpered staring up at him.

“Shhh, luv.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “Let me tell ya.”

He grunted as he thrusted in slowly, I threw my head back and moaned trying to push my hips towards him. He held my hips in a harsh grip, not letting me move at all. Once his cock hit my cervix in the most delicious way he started speaking again.

“I love-“

I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer, I whimpered as I flexed my pussy as tightly as I could around his cock. His eyes widened and his back went rigid as his length flexed inside me.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, Coach.” I panted as I kept flexing myself around his dick. “I will scream bloody murder.”

He smirked as he snapped his hips forward making me arch my back, gasping.

“As you wish.” He growled as he thrusted hard and fast, making the table shake beneath me.

I cried out and moaned, digging my heels into his ass to force him deeper inside me.

He gripped the back of my neck again and grunted and growled as he thrusted so hard and fast, I could barely catch my breath.

“Ya said ya wanted ta fuck.” He growled as he yanked my head back and started mouthing at my throat like a wild animal. “Gonna fuck ya till ya beg fa me ta stop.”

He grunted as he started slower but deeper thrusts, i clawed at his shoulders and chest but the new angle made him feel so much deeper I could barely think.

“Co-“ words seemed to fail me, all I could do was moan and cry out when he pushed his cock against my g spot making my spine tingle with an impending orgasm that might make me blind but I didn’t care.

I loved it when Coach got feral on me.

“Come fa me, luv.” He grunted as he snapped his hips faster. “I’m gonna come so deep youll feel me fa days, luv.”

“Days.” I repeated in a deep purr and started to shake feeling my own climax coming.

“Say it again.” He groaned as his rhythm faltered.

“Feel-,” I moaned squeezing my eyes shut. “Feel you for days Coach.”

He asked me to say it again but all I could register was the blood rushing through my ears and the wonderful, biting, freezing feeling of my orgasm begin in my toes and rushing through my body making me release a scream I didn’t realize I was even releasing at first.

I felt him come deep inside me less than a second later, he kept pumping his thick cock as he came. I opened my eyes and caught him watching me intently as he shivered and panted like he had just run ten miles.

I licked my lips and Coach groaned and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips before nipping gently at them.

He smiled as he pulled away and ran one of his hands through my now messy hair.

“God I love ya, baby.” He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed me again. I giggled and moaned softly which he greedily stole from my mouth.

He pushed his hands under my thighs and picked me back up.

“Where are we going?” I giggled.

“Shower, luv.” He grinned as he nipped at my skin.

“But the food!”

“Don’t ya worry, we’ll get ta it eventually.”

#fanfic #smut #drabble #fanfiction #the gentlemen #colin farrell #the coach #smutty #x reader #coach x reader #oh my #lemon #Irish #English #guy ritchie #Colin Farrell actor #fans

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Oops I wrote a whole chapter. Just to see if it works but I hope it does because I actually like it. I know ABO isn't for everyone and if so I'm sorry. To those who do like it, please enjoy.

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Omegaverse AU

Warnings: ABO characteristics obviously, knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive organs, mpreg, dickish Col, drug use, drinking, sex mentioned but not shown yet 🖤 Rating: let's go ahead and say explicit

The club was crowded as hell, packed full like fish in a barrel and for Colson it really was that. Getting a bitch was as easy as shooting them at least, though the saying was a little too southern for his taste. He could feel too many eyes on him and the stink of fake pheromones was cloying. Even through that and the thick weed and cigarette smoke when a new scent hit the room his nostrils flared. Too many betas were faking their presentation with knock off perfume and pills and he'd assumed he'd have to just take one of them home but something new was there. Something… something real.

The alpha had never felt his cock get so hard so fast and one of his buddies started laughing. "Kells what the hell man? You good?" He couldn't tell if he actually shook his head or just meant to but he couldn't focus. He could barely even see straight anymore.

It felt like a movie scene as the crowd parted to reveal the real omega in the room, they were so rare of course everyone was scared off. Betas were warned just from the scent because if an alpha caught them together they could end up ripped to shreds. Not that the world was so barbarian anymore. Not really.

He was surprised to see a boy, but that was a stretch honestly. He was clad in a little black skirt and a ripped crop top, thigh high pink socks and black boots. His hair was a wild mess, sticking up everywhere, and that face. That fucking face.

Even though he was up in the VIP section it didn't take him but a moment to vault over the railing to the ground below. If he was showing off a bit for the first omega he'd met in years that was his business. And completely normal. "Hey. You here with anyone or are those DSL's free baby? I don't see a mark on that pretty neck." He purred, cupping the boy's chin to tilt his head side to side. Just to make sure. He barely held himself back from truly scenting him but that was better for shadows or bathrooms or darkened booths. Later.

"Fucking 'ell. I knew American alphas were bastards but you fink tha' shit works?" Oh. He was British. Hot. "Who knew the Machine Gun 'ad such bloody weak game." He huffed, pushing away and Col almost whined. No one dared talk to him like that and he didn't have to try, bitches fell at his feet.

"Fuck fine." He growled, hovering closer. "How about you let me slip n slide in that slick pussy and we'll see how hard I can make you squirt. Better?"

The kid swallowed hard, of course he felt a draw to the bastard in front of him but how could he not? He was a player though and an alpha. Dom didn't get mixed up in that shit. Maybe just one night wouldn't hurt? He'd been feeling a little extra needy and if anyone could scratch his itch… They both cracked smiles, laughing at each other and the punk pushed the taller man playfully. "Ya can't pick someone up to save ya life bruv. Wiv'out ya fame you ain't got it. Sorry luv. Nice to finally meet you in person." He offered his hand but the giant pulled him in for a hug. He hadn't been sure about meeting in public, he could feel the way everyone stared and avoided him but he knew it was safer. He was unmated and Kells was… well… fucking gorgeous and of course he smelled incredible too, even his BO was hot. Under the obvious weed and whiskey was him- gunpowder and leather and something that just screamed sex but underneath it all was something comforting. Almost sweet.

Colson held the smaller man tight, burying his face in that wild hair. They'd met through Instagram, he loved what the kid could do musically and he'd flown him here for a collaboration. He knew what he was but he didn't know it would be this hard to be near him. He smelled like watermelon candy and fresh linen, something free like a summer's day and Col had to force himself back but he couldn't seem to stop touching him. "You really scare people off huh Dom?" He teased, wrapping his arm around those broad shoulders to lead him back to their booth. He could feel the kid looking down, his gaze was as weighted as if he were actually touching his knot. It got worse though when that scent got stronger, the punk was wet. The omega was wet because they were touching and didn't that just prove the alpha right? He wanted them to be friends and work together but… that didn't mean they couldn't fuck right? At least once? Just to get it out of his system. That was all.

-A few months later -

Colson was scrolling Instagram again, a joint between his lips and a beer in his free hand. He was trying to act like he wasn't on for anything specific but of course he was, even though he was the only one there to judge himself. He took a deep drag and held it which was one of the biggest mistakes of his life because the next reel that flashed across his screen had him choking. His phone got thrown across the room and he cursed at his own stupidity, rushing to pick out up. A sigh of relief escaped when he saw it wasn't cracked but that fucking video was still playing on a loop. His ass hit his chair hard again, his knees a little weak. All he could do was stare.

Dom hadn't posted in a few weeks and this wasn't even from him. When the punk went home he didn't want to be over the top and treat him too much like an owned omega so instead of bombarding him with worried and wondering texts he just followed everyone the kid hung out with. Tom seemed to be the one to watch and damn was he right. Col had been confused why his buddy started posting so little of himself but now it was obvious. There was only a shot with Dom but it was enough and he screen grabbed a still of him, zooming in and studying the picture harder than any test he'd taken in his life. Test… shit. Had the boy taken one? The photographer had caught him off guard and giggling, doing his eyeliner shirtless at a mirror but his body was in view and Kells knew he could see a bump. Was… was it his?

The club was crowded and they were both so drunk. Somehow Dom had moved from sitting across from him to sitting next to him and now he was halfway in his lap. All they could smell was each other and there was something special about the boy the alpha had never scented before. It made him ache in a way he wasn't used to. "Wanna get out of here?" He asked, his voice as strained as his cock. He really might pop a knot in front of all these people and he didn't want his dick all over TMZ tomorrow. He definitely didn't want Dom splashed across the papers. The omega was his. His friend. Fuck.

"You know I ain't staying 'ere long bruv. We 'ook up and it's for the night. I ain't looking for no fairy tale shit. Jus' wanna get me 'ole plugged." The boy shrugged, being as honest as he could. Of course he was desperate for the alpha- half the people there were if not more but he wouldn't promise something he didn't believe in. True Mates didn't exist and a mated pair could be absolutely terrible to each other. He didn't need an alpha, just a good knot for a night and maybe a friend.

"Shit, you're my dream girl huh? Just steal the words I'd be saying in the morning." He teased back, the alpha didn't believe in love. He'd never been shown it growing up. He was good for a night or a few but he didn't stick around. "Friends who fuck?" He offered with a Cheshire grin, his palm up in the barely there space between their chests.

One of Dom's brows arched and he curled his lips around the rapper's thumb. He could feel the alpha's dick react, a hard pulse under his ass and he grinned wide. "Bruvs wiv benefits." He slurred, nipping the tip playfully before he crawled out of the booth.

Col groaned when a fresh wave of that slick scent hit him and he realized his lap was absolutely drenched. He ran his spit wet thumb over a sticky smear, pulling it to his lips to taste. He felt his blue eyes flash crimson but he attempted to shake it off. He didn't need to go feral. He wasn't in rut. Fuck. When his gaze met that sweet little bitch's he sighed happily and let himself be yanked to stand. One night sounded perfect. Honestly he was in love- with the idea of course.

Colson came out of his memory when the joint ashed on his lap and he cursed. Looking back at the picture. His thumb moved fast as he pressed like and commented a few of the same emoji, the thoughtful questioning little dude. Really all of his questions were answered when it only took Tom a few seconds to hit him back and his heart flipped when he saw just one word. 'Finally.'

He hadn't slipped into anyone's DMs so fast since he first saw Dom but he tried to keep it casual. He couldn't believe the guy had so obviously snuck a frame of the omega in just to get his attention but he'd thank him for it.

C: Hey man. Nice to meet you. Thanks for that but wtf??!!

T: Not my bloody circus and certainly not my monkey. I just groom it and take pics. Text. Him.

C: I have been. He never mentioned this shit.

T: Shit huh?

C: Fuck

T: Eloquent. It's not my problem but I was tired of him moping.

C: It's been a while are you sure… ya know 🤰🏻👀?

T: Are you asking if he's knocked up or if you're the only one knocking?

C: 😅 Not calling him a slut obvi. Fun is fun and he's a free omega

His phone rang and he dropped it again, he was far too shaky for this shit. "What?" He growled down the receiver assuming it was some telemarketer but the voice that came across was British. His pulse sped until he realized it wasn't his omega. The omega. Damn it. He had to stop that.

"Nice to meet you too. God, no wonder he hasn't told you. Such a nice alpha." Col could hear the eye roll the guy was giving him. He wasn't trying to make a bad impression; he'd just been moody for weeks. He couldn't help it. "This isn't my conversation to have knothead but no, he doesn't sleep with alphas."

"You mean he hasn't slept with any for a while?" His voice dropped, his throat felt suddenly achingly tight and his stomach felt sick. He didn't know what was happening but it sure seemed like a panic attack.

"Dumbarse. You're his first and only alpha. He sleeps with betas but not… like that. You can imagine my surprise when he comes home reeking of alpha and it won't go away! And now… we know why." He sighed down the phone, obviously worried for his friend. Colson couldn't help wondering if there was a crush there or just deep brotherly love.

He felt his stomach drop out of him, his heart racing a mile a minute. His hands were shaking and he thought he might pass out in a puddle of his own vomit soon but he tried to push through it. He was supposed to be talking. He could talk. "What am I supposed to do?" No, he could whine it seemed.

"Fuck you both. I'm so tired of this. Oh no, the grown ass man with probable millions and access to private jets doesn't know what to do after impregnating his friend from across the pond?" Wow Kells didn't think he'd been so talked down to in… years really. Maybe he and this beta could be buds. Eventually.

"Point taken. Damn you a salty bitch. Glad Dom's got you looking out." He huffed back, sighing and rubbing his temple. "It's still a big deal. I… he's got my kid?" He stuttered out, the nerves in his stomach almost resembling… excitement?

Tom grumbled something he couldn't make out but after a moment his voice softened. "Congratulations daddy. Now come get our boy. He needs more than I can give him."

Colson nodded before realizing it couldn't be seen. "Yeah." He rasped, clearing his throat and chugging the rest of his beer. "Yeah I'll… I'll come. Thanks Tommy."

"That's not… ugh. You really couldn't tell he was in heat?" The question was so out of left field he had to pull his phone away to stare at incredulously but the picture of Dom was still there and he just ended up whimpering.

"God you're so fucking wet." Kells growled, tossing the boy on his bed and dropping between his spread legs. His palms pressed rough to get them wider and the omega whined, bearing down. Colson normally wasn't so quick to scent anyone but he buried his face between those juicy thicc thighs and worried his face against those slick drenched briefs. The smell was incredible there and his cock was harder than it'd ever been. He could already feel his knot trying to pop and that had never happened before.

"Need you. Alpha please? Fuck me?" The kid begged, sitting up to paw off his own shirt. Kells didn't need to be asked twice, especially not when he was so inebriated and his dick was throbbing like it was. His teeth gripped the middle of those boxers and he tore, desperate to get inside the punk as soon as possible.

"Nah I um… never been around a heat. I thought he just had a really juicy pu-"

"Shut up. Shut up! I am not… I don't want to hear it please? I've listened to how perfect your knot is enough already. Heard enough about Dom's sex life for a lifetime. Just come see him, yeah? You can figure it out from there."

Colson sighed, agreeing and talking for a few more minutes before he hung up the phone and just stared at the picture. It wasn't the first time he'd lost time looking at the omega but this felt different. He wasn't just looking at the man anymore he was seeing so much more. It wasn't just a photo of the bitch he had the hots for… it was a picture of his family. He really didn't know how to deal with that but he hoped he figured something out between his home and Dom's. He'd have plenty of time on the plane at least. They'd just made one agreement, neither planned to tell the omega until he was in their flat. He didn't need time to try and run away. Kells always thought he had the biggest problem with commitment but it sounded like he met his match. That didn't matter, they could figure out their shit as they went but he wasn't flying over so fast for the crush. No, he refused to be a deadbeat dad. Dom could keep his perfect cunt to himself if he had to, though Colson hoped he wouldn't, it was the pup he was going for.

…Maybe a little bit his omega… just… a little… Fuck.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 don't know who all wants tagged on this one so let me know! Hope this is a good start. Let me know what you think please. This will be less about the requests probably because there's more of a story. The italic paragraphs are flashbacks, for now that's how the sex scenes will happen. I'll still take feedback and and if you want to suggest things I'll take it under advisement 🖤 I'm not quitting any of them they may just take turns. But please enjoy!

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom and colson #dom x colson #dom and colson fic #com #com fics #my fics #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #mpreg

[bucksboobs]

Anyone: *mild criticism*

Azealia Banks:

#azaelia banks #a mess luv a pur mess

[tokiidokiicasket]

Headcannons for catboy Azul, Jade, and Floyd? The reader is a worker at a catboy shelter and interacts with them daily. Thanks~

⚰️ : Oh. My. SE V E N. KIBBIES??? I wasn't sure if you wanted the mafia bois with cat ears and tail or just kibbie form but I decided to go for kibbie form because OSIUDJSIDISJ the serotonin I feel-

-Flustered yet sophisticated kitty boi, we luv 💖

-I like to think Azul has floof, big fluffy fur you can brush and pet, that he'd purr so quietly yet happily ooooo~ {Unfortunately his fur gets heavy when you bathe him, so he's iffy when it comes to water-}

-HE'S THE EXPRESSIVE KITTY CAT, whenever you come to the kitty shelter he goes

And walks out of his pot just to greet you by rubbing his face against your leg, purring very happily cuz he loves you sm

-I think he would be playful but only when he's alone with you, like, if the kibbie leech twins aren't in the area to tease him

-Ooooo and he's a big cuddle kitty, if you're sitting by and he's sleepy, he'll lay on your lap and enjoy your pets on his head 💖

-Ah yes, gentlemen kitty that pushes any item off the table and it lands on the ground to be a smug man 💖

-While Jade may cause trouble with his brother, he's a good boy so there's no need to worry about him making a mess with the cat toys in the shelter

-His fur is so silky please, loves to brushed to the point his purrs be off the roof and leaning into your touch ❤️ {Much more cooperative when bathing him but that won't mean he won't be a menace.}

-MUSHROOM TOYS!!! GIVE THIS KITTY HIS SHROOMIE TOYS!!! Legit a mushroom pillow even, he'll knead the pillow happily like a good bread maker in town~

-Fjjfndofkf I swear if it's dark out Jade would be those cats who stand menacingly with glowing eyes just to scare you p l e a se like-

LITERAL ME N A C E-

-Other than that, he'll come to you with his shroomie pillow and cuddle against your lap, a good boy yes ❤️

-A menace. A precious kibbie, but m e n a c e.

-The moment you enter the door, Floyd be leaving a mess of toys AND broken items on the ground. Luckily he'll come running upto you and start climbing your leg meowing, cuz he wants to play. A troublesome yet playful and adoring kibbie who goes

Whenever he sees you 💖

-Both him and Jade are flexible liquid cats so whenever you bring out a toy mouse on a string, he'll be jumping all over the place to catch the toy mouse

-Floyd's got the same silky fur as Jade but he sometimes gets it messy. So whenever you pull out the brush, you have to wear gloves cuz he wants to fight and bite the brush- {FLOYD LOVES SWIMMING IN THE BATH, he b swimming and don't wanna get out to which he splashes the water at you-}

-Whenever he's in a bad mood, he'll scratch anything on sight and hiss too BUT if you managed to make his day, expect him to meow for cuddles and gibe you smol kitty kisses

#tokiidokii hc hour #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader

[angy-mouse]

Hey, Baby

Y'all remember when ass paintings were the big thing on TikTok right?

It’ll be fine, he said. The greenscreen covers it, he said. No one will ever see, he said. If they do you’re getting tied up, she said.

George wasn’t even thinking of it when he got jumpscared by Sapnap suddenly popping into his view and attacking him and his chair tipped over, sending him crashing into his greenscreen. His headphones had thankfully not been ripped off, so he could still hear the mixture of concern and laughter as he tried to recover, getting tangled in his cords and fallen greenscreen.

“Whoa, George, nice art.”

His scramble turned more frantic as he tried to fix his green screen, giving his best ‘I’m not totally screwed because you saw that’ laugh. “Yeah, I, uh…”

He giggled at the shriek he pulled out of her as his paint covered hand made contact with her ass. “George! I knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself!”

“Aw, come on, luv, I’m just testing my canvas.” He got her to laugh along with him as he playfully nipped at her still bare cheek, making sure to enunciate every ‘nom’. “When do we break out the blue, hmm? As much as covering you in paint sounds like a fantastic way to spend the afternoon, I wanna see my pretty girl in my color.”

He hummed as she tilted his chin up with a single finger, smiling softly down at him like a gracious goddess. “I know, baby,” she purred with a giggle as he kissed her palm. “Just be patient, we have to cover me in white first.”

“Mmm, how much would it mess with the painting if I put my face between your ass and the canvas?”

“Uh, very much so.”

“Just checking,” he giggled, setting back to work covering her ass and the backs of her legs in white paint.

“Don’t worry, we have at least an hour to let the white dry before we can put your blue handprints on it. You can help clean me up in the shower and spend the rest of it doing whatever you want.”

George purred at the notion. “Promise?”

“...took up painting.”

Dream hummed out an ‘oh really’ that spelled suspicion but it was quickly drowned out by Sapnap. “Fucking hell dude- no, put the greenscreen back down! Who was your model, Gogy, give me her number!”

“Absolutely not,” George scoffed, ears red as the memory of you telling him you wanted to give him a painting of your ass with his handprints surfaced to the front of his mind. Yes your relationship was as open as it could get but that didn’t mean he was going to jump at the chance to share godly pussy. Still, he abandonned the greenscreen on the floor and sat back down.

“Come on, man-”

“Hey, genius,” Dream scoffed. “That’s not the kind of thing a good friend lets you paint. Why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend, George?”

George supposed he should be thankful this slip-up didn’t happen on stream. He sighed. “She’s not my girlfriend, she… we’re just friends, I guess, but we fuck around alot and go on dates ‘n shit…”

“Damn, didn’t take you for the type to go for a friends with benefits relationship-”

“Well then why can’t I have her number?!”

“Just because she can fuck around with whoever she wants doesn’t mean I’m going to help you fuck her, Sapnap!”

“Aw, come on!”

“Come on now, George,” Dream giggled. “You gotta at least show us a picture and give us a name.”

He thought about it while Sapnap whooped and hollered like an animal and Dream gently coaxed, eventually pulling his phone out with a smug grin. “I got a picture, hang on.” He picked out the perfect one: from your most recent photoshoot, you sitting preciously on his lap in a pretty little sundress, George’s hand cupping your cheek to hold you still so he could press his lips to the other. His friends didn’t need to know about the vibrating dildo up your cunt or the amount of slick and cum your skirt hid.

Blip

Sapnap whistled. “I don’t mean to be out of line, Gogy, but your girl is way too hot for you.”

George sighed with a smile, now scrolling through the album of ‘you’ photos. “I know,”

“I mean like way out of your league- and mine, and Dream’s-”

“I know,” he chuckled. “...Why so quiet, Dream?”

The Florida man cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, she’s really cute…”

George let a sly grin stretch his lips. “Aw, not you too, Dream,” he teased. “You’re both after my girl now?”

"Hey, I didn't say that-"

"If I recall she's not your girl," Sapnap teased right back, the two of them chuckling. George faltered as his phone pinged, smiling as your contact popped up in his notification bar.

Luv💙

Are you streaming?

"Speak of the devil," he hummed. He assumed you were asking to see if you could come over and sent back a simple 'nope ;)'. He was about to think about how much you hated his excessive use of winky faces when your phone suddenly slid under his door, blaring some girlboss rap song he didn't recognize. He cackled as you kicked his door open, twerking at him as 'he's obsessed with my ass so I serve it like a snack' played through the room. "I'm gonna have to call you both back tomorrow,"

"Wha- YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T STREAMING, ASSHOLE!"

"Scratch that, I think I'm going to die tonight," he cackled, rushing to leave the vc before either of them questioned or demanded to meet you. "I wasn't streaming, it was just a video call with my friends," he wheezed out around his giggles as you pulled open the first drawer you could reach and started throwing his own clothes at him. "Hey leave the boxers out of this, I didn't know your plan!"

"I'm so fucking embarrassed," you whined, scooping your phone off the floor and turning the music off, pulling your hands down your face.

"Come on, luv, it's not like they saw anything." He gently coaxed you into his lap, letting you hide your blush in his neck. "And even if they did they would have loved it! They were literally begging me for your number five minutes ago!" Maybe begging was a bit of a stretch but it got you to peek up at him.

"Really? You showed them my picture?"

"Come on, luv, you can't expect me to be fucking the most gorgeous person in the U.K. and not brag to my friends," he teased, feeling any nerves about you being upset calm down as you giggled giddily at the knowledge that he showed you off. He hummed as you settled against him, content to let you sit on his lap all night if you wanted.

"...You said it was a video call?"

"Mhm,"

"Then why is your green screen down?"

He tensed, chuckling nervously as you peered up at him with an evil grin. "Aha, well, you see-" He tossed you on his bed and ran for it. "You can't tie what you can't catch, later, babe!"

"Hey, get back here! Your ass is mine, George!"

#angymouse #gogysqueaks #dresqueaks #sapsqueaks #liveinwhore #mcyt smut

[just-a-creep-babe]

Teasing & Denial~

Ticci Toby x Reader Smut

Commissioned by anonymous, thank you so much luv 🥰😘

Requests are closed

Masterlist: x

His hands are pinned up above his head, shirt lifted to expose his chest while his pants have been shoved down to reveal his cock

He’s hard and throbbing as he twitches beneath your touch

“P-please… please…” he whines

His shallow breaths are hot and heavy as he pants the words out

“F-fuck—pretty please—!”

You chuckle, but refuse to give him what he wants

Instead, you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, lapping at the precum beading up his slit

He flexes his wrists against the restraints, jutting his hips up and throwing his head back with a deliciously pathetic whine

“You’re so cute, baby boy~ Such a good, obedient little slut for me, aren’t you?~” you coo

He nods frantically, whimpering

“Y-yes—please. I’m—I’m your good slut, (y/n)! G-god, fuck, please!~”

He jerk up again, looking for some kind of contact, some kind of release—only to get absolutely nothing

You have to bite back a smirk as you run the pads of your fingers up and down the underside of his shaft

His body thrashes—a twitch or voluntary movement, you’re not sure—and more sweet moans escape him

“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me, and I just might reward you~”

“I—a-ah~ I wanna—wanna cum. P-please, Mistress, I wanna cum so badly. Pretty please—”

You hum

He looks so desperate

You know he’s at a point where he’d do anything for you—and the thought of having someone so dangerous at the mercy of your touch is exhilarating

Without breaking eye contact, you wrap your lips around him and watch as he shudders and gasps

But you don’t take him any further down your throat

Instead, you trace your tongue over his slit, lathering the tip with attention while ignoring the rest of his pulsing length

He looks so cute, so absolutely adorable as he writhes, trying to flex into your mouth, his head falling back and chest heaving with every choked moan

You let him hump himself into your mouth for a while, never letting him get more than a few inches deep before pulling back all over again

He’s so eager, so wonderfully responsive as you pleasure him between your lips

Your tongue flicks at his most sensitive parts in short, quickly repeating motions while you hollow out your cheeks at the same time

You can feel him trying to fuck himself into your mouth as best as he can, moaning and squirming for more

And right as he’s starting to get a bit too eager for your liking, you pull away, and the wet warmth of your tongue disappears from his pulsing cock completely

“N-no! Fuck, fuck—please!”

His fervent protests fall on deaf ears

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby,” you pout mockingly, “Were you getting close again? Hm? Did you wanna cum in my mouth?”

Toby’s always been the softest, sweetest boy you’ve ever been with

You almost feel bad for being so cruel, denying his release for this long despite him being as obedient and submissive as ever

But he’s just so much fun to tease, how could you possibly resist?

He nods at your question, still dazed and reeling from the shock of being denied yet again

You tilt you head, coy smirk playing at your lips, and watch as he takes in deep, shuddering breaths, trying to control the way his hips keep stuttering up for your touch

It’s all too endearing, really~

“So cute, baby. You’re so cute when you get all desperate for me~”

You trace down his torso, and he squirms beneath feather-light touches

“(Y-y/n)—Mistress~”

Panting and shaking, he whimpers your name, looking up at you like you’re a goddess

You toy with your bottom lip between your teeth, body tingling pleasantly at the sight he offers

But still, you manage to resist getting too excited in the moment

Instead, you continue tracing down his form, gently stroking his scarred skin as you give him time to catch his breath

You want him nice and ready for what you have in mind, after all~

When his breathing’s calmed down and you think he’s had enough time to recover, you wrap your hand around the toy strapped to your hips, giving the silicon cock a few strokes just to tease him

His gaze immediately fixates on your movements, his own member twitching in need as his hips rolling up into nothing at the same pace that you jerk the toy

He bites his lip, brows furrowing

And then you release your grip on the fake shaft, chuckling at the urgency in his eyes

“You want this, baby?”

He swallows thickly

“Yes,” he breaths out

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows back another moan before adding, “p-pretty please—“

His begging is all you need to hear 

You reach out, grabbing a fistful of his dark brown locks between your fingers

And then you tug his head to the side for access to his neck, being delicate enough to not injure him, but harsh enough to be firm and commanding

He whines, but lets you take control of his body nonetheless

He’s all yours to use, all yours to play with~

Your lips find purchase on his neck in a teasing kiss, teeth nipping at flesh before moving down to his collarbone

You take your sweet, sweet time littering love marks all over him until reddish-purple flowers are blossoming on his skin

He shudders as you do, still wriggling and writhing beneath you, his member rubbing against your thigh and smearing streaks of white every time he tries to grind up for more friction

“That’s my good boy~”

Your free hand lines the toy up to his entrance while you’re distracting him with your mouth

You murmur encouraging nothings as you ever so slowly ease into him—all the way until the toy’s completely disappearing inside him

His lips part in a hushed moan as you bottom out, his eyes glazing over and back arches for more

“Look at you, baby. You’re so cute, so fucking perfect for me~”

Your eager praises are accompanied by slow, gentle thrusts

His hands ball into fists above his head, muscles tensing as wave upon wave of pleasure crashes through him

There’s a perfectly blissed-out look on his face as you rock into him with calculated movements

Try as he might to hold back his desperate sounds, the room is filled with his eager cries

It’s like music to your ears~

He rolls his hips back, meeting you halfway for every thrust, trying to get you to go faster and harder, but you maintain your even pace

“(Y-y/n), please. More. P-please, I need more~”

You hum, biting your lip, enjoying the way his cock twitches against your stomach

He wants you

He wants you to get him off—wants you to pound into him until he’s nothing but a shambling, babbling mess of a person

But you’re not done having your fun just yet~

“You want more, baby? Yeah? I bet you want me to fuck your dumb little brain out, don’t you?”

He nods frantically, and he’s about to say something, but he quickly cuts himself off with a loud moan as you hit that spot inside him

He jerks, a string of curses escaping him, his body tensing so that you can see his muscles tightening beneath his sweat-slicked skin

His sounds are nearly driving you desperate as well

It takes more willpower than you’d like to admit to pause, keeping still so that the toy is just barely grazing the same spot

“N-no!” he whines in protest, cursing, knowing all too well what you plan on doing to him.

You have to resist touching yourself at the sight of him so worked up

“P-please—don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please—“

“Tsk tsk tsk,” you shush him, tapping your fingers against his thighs, “ah ah, good boys don’t complain now, do they?”

He shuts his eyes, brows furrowing and body trembling as his teeth find purchase on his bottom lip until it bleeds

You smack his thigh, forcing him to release his lip and return his attention back to you

He shakes his head in response to your previous question, swallowing thickly, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes

So submissive

“Good boy~” you praise, purring in satisfaction

You wrap a hand around the base of his cock to reward him, and watch as he bucks up, seeking more of your touch

“Are you gonna take it, baby? Gonna take my cock like the little slut you are?”

He nods eagerly, hands fumbling to grip the bindings for leverage on something

“Yes, please, I’ll be good,” he promises, groaning, “F-fuck, please fuck me, Mistress~”

You hum, running barely-there strokes up and down his stiff member, ever so faintly jerking him off to get him nice and riled up—even more so than he already is

It has his head falling back again, and you savor how vocal he becomes at the slightest hint of contact

You coo more praises, chuckling at how needy he looks when he squirms beneath you

You really do feel bad for teasing him this much when he’s been so obedient, hanging onto your every word—but you just can’t help it

He looks so damn cute when he’s this desperate

The slick pooling between your legs has gotten damn near unbearable by now, but you don’t want to stop just yet

No, you want to drag this out as long as you can

Which is why you take your time toying with him, moving your hips again to readjust him to the tempo of skin smacking against skin

You move faster than the last pace you’d set before, but still not as fast as you know he likes

Every time you pump the toy into him, it reaches right where it needs to—and with every push of your hips, you feel his body tense eagerly with a surge of pleasure and adrenaline

He looks so needy, trembling and mewling beneath you, that you can’t help but succumb to what he wants—what he needs

You give in to the desire to fuck him faster and harder, impaling him on the toy cock like he’s your own personal fucktoy

And your efforts are immediately rewarded

He’s loud and absolutely shameless as he cries out for you, cursing and mewling, yanking at his restraints, his back arching and his cock twitching impatiently

You know he won’t last very long at the rate you’re going

But you don’t want to stop just yet

You use him shamelessly and recklessly, taking out all of your frustrations by pounding into him until he’s gasping for breath

And then, right as he’s about to cum—his member tensing and his voice getting louder as he nears ever so close to ecstasy yet again—you stop

“N-no, fuck!” he cries out, rolling his hips, trying to find the slightest bit more friction to get off, but you pull away again before he can reach it

A few tears spill down his cheeks, his body unable to process the sheer lack of release he’s had to endure for god knows how long by now

“Aww, it’s alright, baby,” you shush him, wiping away his tears. “There’s no need to cry~”

Your cooing doesn’t do much to quell his desperation

“I-I wanna cum. Please, please let me cum, Mistress. Please~”

His begging goes straight to your core

You smoothen out his hair, contemplating the sadistic plan running through your head

You know fully well that you shouldn’t go through with it

It’s much too cruel

But at the same time, you don’t want him to stop being so desperate, so on edge for every faint bit of attention you give him

With a knowing smirk, you shake your head

“No baby, I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet tonight~”

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #Ticci Toby #ticci toby x reader smut #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta smut

[flamingredanon]

Copperightrosemin Werecat AU:

There was a meeting going on with the élites and Henry was exposing the plans for a heist to an egiptian museum that was displaying a bunch of egiptian jewerly, and Henry had his eye set up into 3 specific pieces that surely would look great on his lovers...

Henry: and- *clears throat* and then, when we get to the excivition hall *coughs* excuse me-

Reginald: are you ok love?

Henry: I-I *clears throat* think so...

RHM: maybe ya need to stop and rest luv, you have been talking quite a lot

Henry: I'm fine, really, Injusto feel like something got stuck on my throat

Ellie: *stands up and walks to him* are you getting sick?

Henry: N-No! I was *gags* f-fine just a few minutes a-agh!!

Henry started to get into a coughing fit that honestly sounded bad... Until...

Henry: Barf!!!

A furball... A hecking furball came out of Henry's mouth and landed on the table un the middle of the reunión, the horrified face of Henry said it all

He didn't even knew how that got to come out if him!!! He didn't even remembered licking himself for THAT to happen!!

Reginald, RHM and Ellie just started at the thing, inmovile, and so did the elites...

Henry quickly cleaned up the mess and quickly left the room to hide in their bedroom from embarrassment, though Ellie, Right and Reginald soon joined Henry in the bedroom.

Reginald assured Henry that worse things have happened in meetings, like the time Wilford got sick and just caused a chain reaction from there.

Right nuzzled Henry to help comfort him, purring as Ellie was rubbing Henry's head for support.

Henry eventually got over his upset mood, thanking his loves and having the meeting rescheduled for tomorrow, with Henry making sure he drank plenty of liquids before then.

#lizzyask #henry stickmin #right hand man #reginald copperbottom #ellie rose #copperrightrosemin #werecat #werecat henry #hairball #coughing up a hairball #coughing #mentions of getting sick #mention of sickness #embarrasment #comfort

[seanfalco]

Not What This Is | Duncan Taylor x Reader

Word count: 2.5k Warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, derogatory language/dirty talk a/n: Watch me take another lesser known Rob character and give him some  character development instead of working on my other fics oops.  Despite Geostorm being a rather mediocre film (hey, I still found it entertaining at least!) and Rob’s character having hardly any screen time and a less than stellar British accent, I was gripped with the need to write this. I might continue writing some drabbles for this character since some plot started to slip in there.

Duncan Taylor was, to put it nicely, a cocky little shit.  A brilliant systems analyst, to be sure, but a complete and total arsehole, and you had the very unfortunate honour of having to work in the same unit as him, day in and day out.  

Your little rivalry had begun from the very beginning.  You’d both been assigned to the O/S division for the Dutch Boy climate control system aboard the International Space Station, when you’d happened to disagree with him on something, calling attention to a fault in one of the programs he was in charge of monitoring. 

Ever since then he’d tried to one up you, undermine you, and overall just get under your skin on a daily basis.  You knew what some of your colleagues whispered behind your back, that your frequent arguments and back and forth banter was only thinly veiled flirting, which was frankly ridiculous. 

Was it?  A tiny voice in your head asked.  Just because you sometimes happened to look forward to these repartees didn’t mean anything.  It was almost enough to drive you mad, so it was peaceful moments like these that you relished when he wasn’t around, his computer chair sitting empty.

“[y/n], you wanna look over that data from yesterday again, please?” Duncan’s smug voice taunted as he ambled into the lab, plopping down at his workstation directly behind yours, letting his computer chair spin slowly to face you.

“Why?  Was there something wrong with it?” you asked, looking up from your monitor warily, your lips twitching into a frown.

Duncan shrugged noncommittally, steepling his fingers as he slouched in his chair.  “Oh, I dunno, just that an entire sector of satellites nearly went offline, due to a missing string of code,” he mused, frowning exaggeratedly, “Luckily I was there to catch your little mistake and fix it before anything untoward happened, but y’know, nothing major.”

Gritting your teeth you forced a smile, more of a grimace really, in his direction.  “Thank you for that, I’m so glad you were able to catch it.”

“Yeah well, you owe me,” he pointed out smugly, his frown turning to a bemused smirk.  “I could’ve easily let slip to Ute about it, but I decided to use some discretion, you know?  Wouldn’t want to call attention to one of my associate’s mistakes.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes.  The thing about it that pissed you off the most was that you were thankful he’d caught it, and you were grateful that the head of your division hadn’t found out or you’d be facing some serious reprimands, but you were still frustrated you’d messed up in the first place, and now he had something to lord over you.

“You know what I’m most confused about, [y/n], is how you could’ve missed somethin’ so glaring as that in the first place,” Duncan continued thoughtfully, studying you with interest and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smug grin off his face.

Scoffing again under your breath you spun your chair away from him, focusing back on your computer monitor, not rising to his jabs.

“You know what I think it is, [y/n]?  I think you’re so pent up you just can’t think straight.  Maybe if you had a good fuck—“

“You’re a prick, Duncan, that’s what I think,” you shot back, your head whipping toward him.

“Maybe so, but tell me, luv, when’s the last time you got laid, huh?” he continued, waggling his thick eyebrows, a suggestive look in his piercing green eyes that sent a strange thrill through you and for half a moment a thought danced through your consciousness, one that sent heat pooling between your thighs before you quickly banished it.

“Fuck off, Duncan, I don’t have time for your games,” you exclaimed, though you couldn’t quite bring yourself to turn away again.

“Who said I’m playin’?” he asked, though you weren’t sure if he were serious or just teasing you.

“I need to get back to work,” you muttered, tearing your gaze from him, though as you focused on your screen once more you could still feel his eyes on you.

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Running your hands down your face you sighed as you finally pushed away from your workstation, stretching as you stood and knuckling the small of your back, wanting nothing more than a shower and your bunk.  Luckily at this hour most of the crew was either relaxing in the lounge, asleep, or just starting a fresh shift, leaving the locker room quite empty.  Crossing the room to your locker you nearly jumped out of your skin as Duncan ambled out from around the corner, coming to lean against the lockers next to yours.

“Well well well, fancy running into you here, [y/n],” he drawled, smirking down at you as he leaned closer.  “What a pleasant surprise, and here I thought you were trying to avoid me.”

“If only it were that easy,” you grumbled sarcastically, attempting to nudge him out of the way so you could get to your locker.

“Oh come now, luv, don’t be like that,” Duncan pouted, tilting his head, his springy curls falling across his forehead and you idly wondered what it’d feel like to run your fingers through them.

“Be like what?  Duncan, please get out of my way,” you huffed making a purposeful shooing motion, but he only stepped closer, caging you in with his arms and your breath caught at his proximity.  His eyes found yours and this close you realized you’d never noticed how truly stunning they were before, your thoughts turning unconsciously to your earlier conversation.

He was right, it had been a while, and just the thought of being filled, being touched after so long had arousal gripping you.  For a mouthy fucker why did he have to be so damn attractive?  

Oh fuck it, you thought, making an impulsive decision as he opened his mouth, no doubt to taunt you further, but you moved first, taking him by surprise as you grabbed his t-shirt by the collar and yanked him to you, your lips colliding with an intensity that stunned you as well, but for once you’d managed to shut Duncan Taylor up.

As soon as your mouths met however, he was kissing you back hungrily, pressing you back against the lockers and you slid your hands into his hair, threading your fingers through the curls you so wanted to touch, drawing a low moan from him as you opened your mouth to him, teasing him with your tongue before his found yours eagerly.

“Oh, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted you, luv,” he groaned as your hands moved from his hair to fumble with the knotted sleeves around the waist of his dark jumpsuit, his hips jerking toward you as you worked to untie them.  “Tell me you haven’t thought about me too.”

“I haven’t,” you snapped, but Duncan merely clicked his tongue, amusement flashing across his face. 

“You’re lying, darling, clearly.  You want me.  You want it so bad,” he taunted, grinning down at you, his dark curls falling into his eyes.

“Shut up y’wanker, that’s not what this is,” you exclaimed, but even you knew your argument was feeble.

“Oh really?  And that’s why you’re undressing me right now innit?  Admit it, [y/n], I think the lady doth protest too much.”

You paused, his words striking a nerve, hitting a little too close to home, and you looked up at him defiantly.  “Just shut up and fuck me already,” you growled, “this doesn’t mean anything,” you insisted firmly. 

“Oooh, you’re such a bitch, it’s kind of a turn on.  Does the bitch want my cock?” Duncan drawled as you finally managed to unzip his suit the rest of the way and reach down to grab him through his boxers, feeling how hard he was for you and drawing a sharp gasp from him as you pulled him free.

Before you knew it he was grasping the zipper at your chest and yanking it down, his mouth hot on your neck as he slipped your suit from your shoulders, working it down your hips before fondling you roughly over your tank top and it was your turn to moan, the sound quickly swallowed as his mouth found yours once more, his tongue forcing its way into between your teeth before he finally pulled away to breathe.

“Turn around for me, luv,” he instructed as he spun you, pressing the side of your face up against the locker, “now pull those knickers down,” he continued, and you hated obeying, but your cunt was throbbing harder now and all you wanted was to be filled.  “Now that’s a good girl,” he purred in your ear, a shiver tearing through you as his breath fanned over your cheek and you gasped as he reached around you, slipping his hand between your legs.

“Ohhh,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to the nape of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, “I knew you were lyin’ about wantin’ me, else why would you be so fucking wet, huh darling?” he teased, his fingers circling your clit maddeningly and you let out another shuddering moan as he pushed one digit into you.  “Oh fuck, you’re practically dripping,” he groaned, lust drenching his words.

“Bend over farther,” he commanded hastily and you did, spreading your legs as far as you could with your jumpsuit round your ankles and you pressed your chest to the lockers, sticking your ass out to give him better access to your pussy, hating how needy he made you feel.

“Oh, good girl,” he purred and your breathing hitched as he gave your ass a quick slap and you felt the tip of his cock tease your folds, coating himself with your slick before pressing into you slowly, his moan turning you on even further.  “Oh fuck your fanny’s so tight,” he groaned, thrusting in and out slowly as he held your hips steady.  “God, you feel amazing.”

“Are you always so chatty when you fuck?” you couldn’t help but ask, desperately wanting him to shut up.  “Less talking, more fucking,” you exclaimed, biting your lip to stifle a moan as his hips snapped against your ass.

“Ahh--!” you gasped, rocking against the lockers, unable to kept quiet.  “F-fuck, Duncan.”

“Yeah, like that?  You’re such a little slut, protesting, playing so hard t’get, and then turning around and practically begging for it.  Tell me what you want, [y/n],” he drawled, a command in his voice.

“I want you to fuck me, Duncan,” you hissed, crying out as he thrust into you again hard.

“You’re gunna have to be quiet if you wanna cum, luv,” he grunted as he began to fuck you in earnest, his hips snapping into you with abandon, his cock hitting you just right, the ridge of his head rubbing against your g-spot to send wave after wave of pleasure through you.

Fighting back a series of moans you arched back against him as he rut into you, his hand slipping up your body to caress your neck, squeezing just tight enough for you to feel it, your breaths coming harder.  

“Do you like that, you dirty, kinky girl?” he asked, whispering in your ear, his voice strained with the effort of keeping quiet.  “Do you like when I choke you?”

“Yes,” you sighed involuntarily, finding to your great surprise that you did enjoy it, heat and arousal flooding you the first time he did it and you wanted more.  “Please, Duncan,” you whined and you wondered if he was grinning, picturing that smug smirk just perfectly.

“Oh God, you beg so nicely too,” he groaned as his hand tightened around your throat once more, squeezing tighter til you saw little sunbursts, your knees buckling and you jerked as his other hand slipped to your cunt again, mashing his fingers against your little bundle of nerves and rubbing frantically as he continued to pound into your relentlessly from behind.  

Duncan’s heavy breathing, the lewd slap of skin against skin, and the pounding of your pulse filled your ears and you fleetingly wondered just how far the sounds of your exertions were carrying.  You could feel yourself plateauing, that hovering quivering heat that felt like the calm right before the storm and then suddenly your muscles tensed, your climax gripping you violently, pushing you off that cliff and you fought to keep from crying out, the sweet pain of Duncan’s overstimulation pushing you further as he didn’t stop.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed as you clenched around him and his grip on your throat loosened, though his fingers on your clit didn’t stop and your legs gave a dangerous wobble, nearly giving out beneath you.

“Don’t you dare — cum inside me,” you gasped, twisting in his grip to glare at him over your shoulder and he flashed you a strained smile, the look of pleasure on his face disarming you for a moment.

“Whatever you say, luv,” he groaned, and suddenly he was forcing you forward as he pulled out of you, his cock nestling against your ass before you felt his warm seed spill over your skin, pumping several times before he finally released you.

“Hold on, let me get that for you,” he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse and then you felt a rough cloth wipe the sticky mess from your backside with a surprising gentleness before you quickly pulled your knickers back up along with your jumpsuit and reluctantly turned around to face him.  The strangely tender look you caught on his face surprised you before his usual smarmy grin quickly returned.  

“Now that you’ve had a good fuck d’you think you can finally focus now?” he taunted, rewrapping his jumpsuit sleeves around his waist.  “Or… maybe we’ll need t’make this a reoccurring thing to keep that pretty little head of yours clear,” he said poking his finger to your forehead cheekily.

“Oh, piss off Duncan,” you snapped feebly, brushing his hand away and trying to push past him. 

“Oh, no, I can see it in your eyes, you enjoyed that.  I made you feel good,” he insisted, following you, quickly cutting you off.  “You’re gunna be thinking about my cock for the foreseeable future.”

Despite your internal protests to the contrary your face burned with the knowledge that you wanted to fuck him again, that once was not going to be enough.  

“Don’t flatter yourself, Duncan.  You coulda been anyone and this was just a one time thing.”

“You just keep telling yourself that, luv,” he quipped, completely sure of himself before leaning down to steal a peck to your lips, turning and walking away with a decided pep to his step, whistling cheerily as he went.

Groaning under your breath you nearly collapsed against the lockers, breathing heavily as the gravity of what you’d just done hit you.  It wasn’t exactly like what you were doing could be considered fraternizing, seeing as you couldn’t stand each other.  Right?

Groaning again you opened your locker and quickly undressed, taking a very quick, very cold shower before heading back to your bunk, but it didn’t help.  Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the pleasant ache between your thighs served as a constant reminder of what happened in the locker room with the smug fellow Englishman who it was getting harder for you to convince yourself you hated.

#geostorm #duncan taylor #duncan taylor smut #duncan taylor x reader #robert sheehan character fic #my writing

[xbreezymeadowsx]

Chibs... an excerpt

A/N: This is an excerpt from a story I’ve been writing. I changed the OC’s name to Y/N just for this bit. Honestly, I’m my own worst critic and pretty much never post my work because I think it could be better and I tend to move onto other stories when I hit a writer’s block and all of my stuff goes untouched for months, sometimes years. But I’ve discovered some amazing writers over the last year or two on various sites but mostly here so I figured it was time I tried to give back to those that have brought me so much joy through their works. So, here’s a filthy little excerpt of some adult fun times from one of my current stories I’ve been bumbling around with.

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Y/N stumbled through the front door with Chibs wrapped around her. They tripped over each other's feet, hands frantically exploring bodies, and their tongues, teeth, and lips clashing roughly. They giggled and snickered at their own antics, feeling like a couple lovesick teens in their tipsy state. They blindly moved into the living room, kicking boots off as they went until Y/N let out a yelp as the pair fell over the arm of the couch. Chibs landed with a huff on the cushions on his back with Y/N on top of him, gripping his kutte to prevent herself from falling to the floor. They burst into a fit of laughter.

"Whoops." Chibs giggled, watching Y/N cackle at the face he made. Whimpering from across the room gained their attention. Roscoe laid on his dog bed watching them. Chibs turned his head to see the mutt and Y/N snatched his face in her hands, pulling him back to her.

"No! Don't look at him!" She cried too late. She groaned when they heard the jingling of the dog's tags as he pranced to the couch and began nuzzling Chibs in the side of his head.

"Aah! Christ!" He shout as the cold, wet nose of the beast snuffled in his ear. Y/N pushed Roscoe's fat head away as Chibs rubbed his ear frantically.

"Lemme take them out and then we can resume this." She gave his beard a playful tug before sliding off of him.

"No, no." Chibs grunt as he followed her to standing. "I got 'em." He slipped his kutte off and handed it to her with a wink. "You go ge' comfortable." Y/N watched Reba and Roscoe eagerly follow Chibs to the back door. She went to hang his kutte on the hooks by the front door when an idea struck her.

When Chibs came back inside and sent the dogs off to their beds, he made sure doors were locked before heading to Y/N’s bedroom where he was sure she’d gone off to. There was a warm glow in the room from the table lamps on either side of the bed which had first drawn his attention when he walked in.

"Hey, handsome." Chibs spun on his heel, his back to the bed and his breath caught. "This comfortable enough?" Y/N teased, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him through her lashes.

"Uh, y-yeah. Tha' looks migh'y com-comfy, Y/N girl." He stuttered as he took in the sight. Y/N wore nothing but small black lacy boy shorts and his kutte. The leather hung almost to her knees. She held the sides of the front open just enough to see her bare torso with a tease of sideboob, most of her breasts hidden behind the kutte. She sashayed across the room to him and ran her hands up his chest before pressing herself against him.

"It's not taboo, is it? Wearing your kutte? I know how important a kutte is to an MC." She asked, suddenly nervous she'd done something bad. Chibs cupped her face in his hands and smiled softly, regaining his composure.

"No, luv. This is... this is perfectly fine. This is good." He rubbed his hands down her bare arms, watching the goosebumps breakout in his wake and took her hands, guiding her towards the bed. "Ya look so sexy in leather." He growled lowly.

"And you," Y/N reached for his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying and ricocheting off the walls. "look overdressed." She purred, lightly scratching his chest.

"Ya shoul' bloody well fix tha'." He urged before pressing his lips to hers. Chibs yanked his arms free and flung his shirt somewhere while Y/N's hands tugged his belt undone. He broke the kiss to watch her working his jeans open and push them down his legs before he kicked them aside and pushed his kutte off her shoulders. Y/N took his kutte and carefully hung it on the back of her desk chair. When she turned back, Chibs was balling his socks up and adding them to the mess on the floor leaving them both in their underwear. Y/N's eyes zoned in on the prominent outline of his hard and ready cock straining against his black boxer briefs and had to check herself for drool. Chibs chuckled deeply and palmed his member.

"Do ya see wha' ya do ta me, leannan? How hard ya make me?" He husked. He reached out and took her wrist, placing her hand where his had been. Y/N gave him a firm squeeze making Chibs groan softly. He cupped her core in response, pressing the heel of his palm into her clit over her underwear. "Alrea'y so wet fer me. Yer panties are soaked."

"Uh-huh." Was all she could muster up as she stepped closer to him.

"So beau'iful." Chibs whispered as he softly dragged his hands up her torso and cupped her supple breasts, kneading them. He guide Y/N to the bed, urging her to lay down. She did as he wanted and watched as he studied her body, taking in every inch of her. He grinned devilishly as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside before crawling onto the bed. He eased her legs apart, laying on his stomach and noisily kissing her inner thighs.

"Filip, please." Y/N muttered, one hand clutching the comforter as the other knotted in his hair.

"Tell me wha' ya wan'." He spoke against her skin, nipping and sucking her flesh everywhere around where he knew she wanted him most. She tugged his hair, trying to move his head where she wanted. "Uh-uh. I wanna hear ya say it." Chibs scratched his beard lightly on her skin just above her most sensitive nub. Y/N let out a high pitched whine.

"Don't tease me!" She huffed. "I want your tongue, your lips, your teeth! Please!" Chibs hummed and leaned towards her yearning pussy. Then he swiftly moved away, making his way up the bed beside her. Y/N whined and jumbled words around in protest until she took in his wicked grin and lust blown eyes.

"Up." A single word command was all it took for Y/N to do as told after seeing the look on his face. Chibs laid back resting his head on a pillow and motioned for Y/N. She shivered when she realized what he wanted and as casually as she could in her excitement, shuffled up to beside his shoulder and carefully moved to straddle his chest. "Good girl." He brought his hands up and caressed her backside, pushing her forward. Y/N moved until her body hovered over his mouth. Chibs inhaled deeply through his nose and sighed. "I bet ya taste as good as ya smell, my love." He tilt his chin up and licked a slow trail between her folds. Y/N quivered and gripped the top of her headboard for support. "Mm, jus' like Ambrosia." Chibs moaned softly.

"Food of the Gods, huh?" She gasped as he leaned up again and lapped at her dripping hole.

"Oh, yes. My Goddess." His deep voice rumbled. The vibrations of the bass in his voice sent thrills up Y/N’s spine and she let her head fall back, moaning towards the ceiling.

“Fuck, Filip. Just like that.” She plead.

“Eyes on me, baby.” He demanded, pulling away. Y/N protest his stopping and looked down at him, her hair falling forward like curtains to hide her face from the rest of the world. She bit her lip at the sight of his facial hair glistening with her excitement. Chibs sucked her swollen clit harshly and nipped it with his teeth as he watched her fight to keep her eyes open and trained on him. He slid one hand down from gripping her ass and swiftly insert a slender finger into her wet heat.

Y/N felt her orgasm building rapidly. When Chibs add a second finger, he crooked them in a ‘come hither’ motion and thrust them roughly. He was hitting just the right spot prompting Y/N to let loose a string of profanities a sailor would blush at. Chibs fingered her through her climax only stopping when he felt her full weight- not that she weighed much without bricks in her pockets- settle on his chin and neck. He helped scoot her down to straddle his chest and admired his handiwork. Y/N was blissed out and attempting to regulate her breathing and heart rate. She glanced down at him and weakly punched his shoulder seeing the cocky grin plastered on her old man’s face. Chibs swat her butt and motioned for her to move. Y/N acquiesce and dropped to the bed beside him with a grunt.

“Still wit’ me?” Chibs inquired with a knowing smirk.

“Shut the fuck up.” Y/N scoffed. Chibs put his hand over his heart and gasped.

“Ya wound me, leannan.” He exclaimed dramatically before moving to get off the bed. “I guess ya don’ wan’ anymore then.” He sighed. Y/N reached out and snatched his wrist before he could stand.

“Now, I didn’t say that.” She remarked before yanking him back to her and giggling mischievously as Chibs cover her body with his own and attacked her neck, ready for the fun to continue well into the early morning hours.

#chibs #chibs telford #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #chibs x you #i’m scared #what am i doing? #Breezy does #i did a thing #tommy flanagan