#filthy smut

[auteurdelabre]

THE BLACKMAILING BABYSITTER CHRONICLES PART II

rating: 18+

summary: You're a babysitter to many of the families in your small town. When the father of one of your charges makes a move you see an opportunity to make enough cash to leave after college graduation.

reader: Is you babes. But she's graduating college and she's got a backstory you'll see...

tags/warnings: mentions of past intercourse, blackmail, infidelity, power imbalance, oral (m receiving), blue balls, not a great home life, dirty talk, Pedro Pascal characters, DILF's.

a/n: I can't even explain how this became a series. Hormones I guess.

series masterlist here

Part II: The Plan is Made

You're still smiling to yourself as you walk home from the York's that evening, recalling Dave's jaw dropped in shock as you crawled off of him, his cock still hard and thoroughly soaked with your arousal. 

You kick off your shoes as you enter your apartment, giving a wave to your Mom and her new boyfriend snuggling on the couch before rushing into your room and giggling into your pillow, your face hot. 

You can't help but laugh again when you place your babysitting money in your piggy bank. You graduate from college this semester and you're already counting down the days until you can escape this shitty town full of philanderers and broken dreams. 

Unfaithful assholes. 

Your own dad fucked around on your mom plenty of times. Left her heartbroken and believing she was worth nothing. You've gathered all this information second hand from your chainsmoking Nana that you've visited once a week in the nursing home since you were twelve. 

Your old man took off the second the pregnancy strip turned pink with you. Part of you isn't even convinced he was your real dad. Your mom isn't exactly a shining star of model behavior. Pregnant at twenty-two, still working at the same diner she was back then, fucking her way around your small town. You've had more ‘uncles’ and ‘stepdads’ than most people have freckles but most of the time she's pretty harmless. Just a woman who drinks too much and looks for men in all the wrong places.

You don't even bother getting to know this one's name. He’ll probably be done by next week.

You close the door to door room before throwing yourself over your old twin bed. The same bed you've had since you were a kid. The only one you mom could afford. You think of Dave’s cock, the way it felt between your thighs. You wonder if your Mother downstairs was ever like this at your age. Early twenties and already disenchanted with the romantic world.

You wonder if it's in the genes. If you're destined to be unfulfilled. 

You like dating. Like the sensation of power it gives you when your cunt is full and they beg you to come, but the college boys you've dated are so... Boring. Perhaps that's why Dave's advances hadn't put you off immediately. 

You still can't believe it happened.

It wasn't your plan; you'd just been babysitting for the York's like you always did. Carol was upstairs, a little tipsy from the party that evening. The girls were tucked away asleep in bed and you were tidying up the kitchen before leaving.

Dave was putting away some of the dishes, trying to work off some of his pent up energy. Normally he would have been upstairs as well, leaving your money in its customary place on the kitchen table.

You’d already slipped it into your purse, internally calculating how much more you needed for an apartment in California; a place of dreams and sunshine. You had your babysitting job, your server job and between classes a few shifts at the library. But you were still far away from enough to start a new life.

You'd slid between he and the cupboard, just intending to put one of the cutting boards away when you realized your ass had brushed against his hard cock. 

He'd been still, obviously terrified that you'd felt it. You think he must have been waiting for you to scream, his large hands tensed. But you weren't running away. You were just standing there between he and the counter. Then after a moment's hesitation your hand went behind you, sliding down Dave's front until you'd squeezed his aching cock as if make sure and Dave's knees nearly buckled. His hands went to either side of the counter, caging you in, holding himself upright. 

"Why are you so hard, Mister York?"

He didn't answer you at first; likely going over internally that he was a good man, a faithful husband. But your hand held his cock firmly, squeezing again before sliding back in front of you. 

You’d felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, the rasp of his blue linen shirt rolled up to the elbow. You’d smelled the cologne and the sweat leftover from his date night and something in that scent drove you to sigh gently, allowing him to press into you from behind.  

"I'm just...so pent up," he finally rasped against your neck, hips jutting against your ass. "And you're so fucking hot." 

You’d preened at this before casting a coy look over your shoulder all fluttering lashes and pink cheeks. You just know his clothed cock surged against his zipper, desperate to be buried within your wet heat. Saw the way his irises became black moons as you bit your lower lip sensually.

"Wanted to fuck you for months," Dave confessed in a hushed whisper, his broad hands starting to creep along the waistband of your skirt. 

At this you'd tilted forward, your ass rubbing against his front more aggressively. From this angle you were sure he could see the damp spot forming on the gusset of your panties, peeking out from under your skirt. 

You'd never acted so sluttish in your entire life. Never let yourself be seduced by a married man. But you were heady with the power you were holding over this big, strong man. All because of his desire for what lay between your thighs. 

"You want me to help you, sir?" 

"Yes," Dave groaned, his hips circling your ass and starting to shallowly rut. "Oh, fuck yeah." 

You felt the smooth of his clean shaven face glide along your cheek as he nuzzled you. At the intimacy your thoughts went to Carol upstairs.  

"But your wife," you'd whispered when his hands slid up under your shirt. His palms cupped your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples into straining points for him. 

"She'll never know." 

His voice was a husky rasp against your temple, his hard cock nestled between your pussy lips through your dual sets of clothing.

"Need to fuck you." 

"Yes, sir," was all you whispered before he had you gathered in his arms, your legs wrapping around his middle, kissing his neck as he walked you both to the couch. 

He dropped you to the ground gently before urging you to your knees, quickly pulling his hard cock from his trousers. Your tongue was already out, waiting for him to tap the girthy head against it.  

"Eager little slut," Dave groaned as your saliva mingled with the beads of precome at the rosy head. "Show me how a college girl swallows cock."

And so without hesitation you'd sucked his cock, humming around it wantonly as Dave murmured praises only you could hear. 

"Is the babysitter still here? Dave did you hear me?"

You took him deeper into your throat and he'd gotten harder at that. You sucked his throbbing cock, tongue teasing the underside as he fought to keep his breathing even. 

"Yeah honey. She's just finishing something up."

You winked up at him, his cock slick with your saliva as he bit his fist to keep from groaning. 

"She's got classes in morning! Don't work her too hard!"

You couldn't help but poorly suppress a laugh at that. 

"Am I working you too hard, little slut?" Dave crooned, watching you bob along his length before pulling off, your mouth damp. 

"He's not ma'am!" You called up cheerfully as you rose from off your knees, coming to straddle an eager looking Dave on the couch. "I like doing my job thoroughly!"

You began to grind your pussy against his cock, only your panties under your skirt separating your carnal union. His hands had been on your ass gripping, pulling you down and this is when you'd settled in his lap, his eyes blown black with need. 

"We should stop," you told him solemnly. "Before we go too far. You're married."

It was a last chance. A moment for him to see the error of his ways. But he was already pulling your sweater up over your head, almost ripping the bra from your body. 

"I don't give a fuck," he all but growled. "I need this.”

And there it was: the turning point. The moment where you decided he wasn't getting off. Not by you. 

He'd been so arrogant as he stuffed his cock in you moments later. His mouth in a curled smirk as he watched you bounce up and down on his rigid length. 

Show me why I'm fucking you and not my wife. 

You'd enjoyed your time, chasing your own high with abandon. You fucked Carol York's husband in their family room while the TV murmured quietly in the background. You came all over his cock, soaking the hair at the base and then you'd left him still hard and staring after you. 

But you didn't feel guilt. Oh no. You'd exposed Dave for what he was and you'd denied him what he really wanted. And now he has to live with that for the rest of his days. Secretly wondering if you'll tell his wife, paranoid out of his mind. 

The thought amuses you. It actually makes you a little wet.

The funny thing is you've always been the ‘good girl’. The one who always had her homework done. The one the teachers praised. You wanted to prove that just because your family was poor and your mom a little slutty that you weren’t a lost cause. You could be better than where you came from. A flower blossoming amongst weeds.

But after tonight all you want to do is be bad because it feels so good.

You want men like Dave York babbling and desperate because you like denying them. Pulling off their cocks at the last minute, leaving them with throbbing members and blue balls as they all but beg you to keep going. 

This is what you tell Sarah a few moments later, the two of you giggling over the phone, your voice a hush so your Mom and boyfriend don't hear. 

"You just got up and left?"

"Yeah," you say as the two of you collapse into giggles. "He was just staring like a goldfish when I told him I was leaving."

Sarah has been your closest friend since you started at college four years ago. Together in many of the same classes, running with the same group of people until at a freshman bar crawl you both bonded over your drunken dancing and realized how well you clicked.  

"Serves him right," Sarah insists on the other end of the phone after the laughter subsides. "He was cheating on his wife."

"And men like that don't deserve to come," you finish. You roll onto your back, looking at the chipped polish of your nails. 

"You know you could do some really bad shit to him," Sarah whispers conspiratorially.

Your attention is immediately piqued. You roll onto your stomach, ankles crossing behind you. 

"Like what?"

"Blackmail." 

The thought sends a tingle up your spine. Blackmail. It sounds sophisticated and terrifying all at once.

"Do you have anything incriminating?"

"Just an audio of what happened," you say with an oily smile. "I hit record when he was unbuttoning his pants."

He'd been so fixated on fucking you that he hadn't even noticed your finger surreptitiously sweeping over your phone under the coffee table. 

At the time you hadn't known why you did it, but now you're so thankful you did. 

"Perfect. Listen to it and see if there's anything juicy you can use."

"Sarah Miller, secret extortionist," you smile over the phone. You're about to say more when she cuts in. 

"Shit, Dad’s calling me for dinner. Let me know if there are any more developments, kay? Love you!"

"Love you double."

You pull out your phone, hitting play on the recording and listening. There's no mistaking the sound of Dave's grunts and your moans. It sounds absolutely sinful, wet slaps and muffled groans and then a particularly incriminating whisper.

“Go on and come for me, college girl. Show me why I’m fucking you and not my wife.”

Bingo.

You smile as you pull up his number on your phone. You only have it because of babysitting. Your messages before have been adroit, bordering on cold. Dates and times. Questions about bedtimes and allergies and now ....

Hi Mr. York. It's me. Thanks for the ride. 😉

Glad you got home safe. 

Do you give all your babysitter’s rides?

Only when Carol thinks I should.  

Your wife is very thoughtful.

Next time we’ll make sure we’re home early enough for you to take the bus.

Dave isn't stupid enough to put anything incriminating in writing. But thankfully your phone captured more than a little verbal confirmation as you have just recently heard.

Would hate for your wife to hear this since Carol's always been so sweet to me. [Attch: collegegirl.mp3]

You can almost hear the pin drop over in the York home. You imagine Dave next to Carol in bed, his balls blue and a frown on his handsome face. You don’t know if you’re expecting anything really. Maybe Dave and Carol have an open relationship for all you know.

Then his text comes through.

What do you want? 

This is all happening so quick. You kind of can’t believe that you’re typing this, sending it off. You pause, trying to think of what something like this is worth to a guy like Dave with his big house and perfect, shiny family. 

Money.

There's a long pause, one where you can imagine Dave anxiously pacing around his home, dark gaze narrowed in anger. 

I’ll give you $5k. Plus I want your phone. 

Your eyes blow wide at this. That's a lot of money. Much more than you actually anticipated receiving from him. You actually stare at the phone in disbelief. The sound of your mom and boyfriend laughing a soft muffle.

When you don't reply right away Dave sends another message.

Deal or no?

Deal. Payment in cash within 24 hours. Plus $1k for new phone.

Pick up at 2pm tomorrow. My house. 

You know what he's planning. You're not stupid. He'll use brute force for all you know. Or he'll insist he get his money's worth, that you finish what you started on the couch. Neither option appeals to you in the least. 

Drop off tomorrow at 2pm. Coffee shop at 6422 Balmaceda Terrace. Leave it with a girl named Sarah Miller. 

You turn off your phone then, blocking his number so he can't reach you. You know it'll drive him crazy and the thought makes you giggle again. 

You'll call Sarah to tell her all about the plan and her part in it later. You'll even give her a couple hundred for her trouble. For now you go through your list of families you babysit for on your phone. Ones with sexy father’s that seem to have wandering eyes and hands.

Mr. Mareno? No, he's a widower. Nice guy that’s never leered at you or made you feel like he was studying you behind his thick glasses when you babysat his daughter. You go through a few more names of the dads you babysit, muttering their names: Daniels, Tovar, Phillips, Pike. 

Mr. Maxwell Lord makes you stop. He's a maybe. He and his wife and going through a rough patch. But he's always given you hugs that last a little too long.

Then a name pops up for a family you haven't sat for in months. The one with the cute, shy husband that had a charming smile and never, ever made a move on you. But whose eyes lingered just a fraction to long on your ass when you bent over to pick up his son. 

The man that had cunnilingus porn by the truckload in a poorly concealed folder on the office computer desktop. One you'd used to get the number for the pizza place when your phone was dead. 

One that you subsequently covertly explored when he and his live-in girlfriend Dana went out for date nights, leaving you alone with their sweet tempered toddler. 

His porn searches were even more enlightening. You'd sat for them maybe three months and in those three months his search had gone from standard threesomes and light bondage to include such items as "eating out my naughty babysitter" and saved videos with titles like "I caught my babysitter playing with herself!" To "fucking my babysitter while my wife is in the next room".

You hadn't been able to babysit for them for months due to your scheduling with your second job at the restaurant in town. But something told you that you'd be calling in sick to your serving job this weekend. 

You feel a sinister smile break out over your features as you compose your final text of the night to Sarah. 

Who??

I've got my next target. 

Mr. Frankie Morales.

#dave york fanfiction #dave york smut #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x female reader #dave york #pedro pascal javier #pedro pascal characters #smut #fanfiction #filthy smut

[zhonglisbeloved]

knives & kisses [headcanons]

tagging my darling @komelrebi-san im thinking of changing the theme a bit & this is so filthy im shocked myself

Chuuya Nakahara x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, knife play, playful threatening, small mention of blood, praise, spitting, tit sucking (mention of future lactation), kind of a breeding kink, mentions of getting pregnant in future + pregnant sex

chuuya and you have some...wild kinks to say the least

he one day randomly suggests knife play and you agree

he'll have you on your shared bed, only in a skimpy red lingerie, he'll use his knife to cut the strings of the lingerie, stripping you bare while mumbling threats like what if I cut you? what if I scratch you? you may bleed a little but doesn't matter, it'll be dealt with after I'm done fucking you~

he'll kiss all over your body, make out with you, be messy, spit in your mouth

he may ask you to open your mouth and then he'll shove the hilt of the knife in it, make you suck on it and coat it in your saliva while easily ignoring your whines about how you're so needy and want your wet pussy to be touched

he'll use the hilt of the knife to fuck your hole while his mouth is busy teasing your perky nipples

he has a thing for your tits, how can he not suck on them? he'll leave hickeys and bites, shamelessly suckling while he fucks you with the knife

after you've had your first orgasm, he'll replace the knife with his thick girthy cock, what was that? need a break? no, princess he'll mock you while overstimulating you, the knife tracing your thighs as he slams his hips against yours

if you squirm too much he'll hold the knife to your throat don't move baby, you don't want to get hurt do you?

he'll somehow manage folding you into half in a mating press and breeding you over and over again with the knife to your throat

I'll get you pregnant baby, and even then, I won't stop fucking you, yes?

I'll fuck and breed my pretty pregnant baby as much as I want

your tits will be swollen and full of sweet milk, you'll let me drink it, right? I'll massage them too, and drink whatever spills out, so nothing is wasted

#he has a knife kink guys #smut #bsd smut #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x you #chuuya fucks you #chuuya fanfic #soukoku #filthy smut #kuni's lovenotes ♡

[miuwrld]

jungkook headcanons

headpusher. we all saw 3D right?

would whisper “cmon babe you can take more right?”

wants to see you tear up.

“fuck your mouth feels so good. yeah? lemme use it”

babbles to himself while throatfucking you

his loud moans and groans just echo throughout the room. he’s just so horny and desperate.

using his strength definitely

loves seeing the marks on his back

spitting in your mouth while making out

“yeah? open up.”

always asking questions

“it feels good right?”

likes it wet and messy

“you know how i like it baby so keep doing it. fuck..you’re doing so well. good job baby”

fucking into your mouth

#filthy smut #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts headcanons #jungkook headcanons

[yeeterthek33per]

Taken (Steph Catley x Reader)

A/n requested, hope y'all enjoy. 18+ Minors DNI. Smooty warning. As usual, the star marks the safe limit.

"Steph, come on, we're gonna be late for YOUR team's party if you don't hurry up."

The defender had spent the better part of an hour in the bathroom, and now you were both running late to a party that Steph had asked you to come to.

She knew she was gonna cop it from you and her own teammates if she didn't hoof it, but she had to look good. Especially if she was walking in beside you.

Hence why she was wearing a sleeveless button-up blouse and jean shorts. Something that would definitely show off muscles to compliment your own.

When she steps out of the bathroom, her point is only proven.

She grins, looking you up and down, and you blush slightly under her gaze and roll your eyes at her antics.

You're wearing black denim jeans, a yellow crop top that leaves your stomach exposed, and a black leather jacket over your shoulder.

"Come on, we have to go. I'm meeting your other teammates for the first time, I do not want to be late."

At this point, the pair of you had been together for about seven months, having moved in without much communication to her team aside from Caitlin, who you'd spent time with together on several occasions.

So it took until now for you to actually be able to meet them in person.

You both head out to the car, grabbing your keys along the way. Steph is quick to open your door for you before jumping in the drivers side.

"Ever the gentlewoman." You give her a teasing smirk, and she smiles, pecking you on the lips before starting the car and backing out of the driveway, her hand resting on your thigh for most of the drive.

The moment you walk in, there's cheering from the girls as Steph finally makes an appearance.

"Ayyy Stephyyy, she's in finally, and who's this with her?" It's Katie who yells out first.

"Yeah, Stephy, who's this? She's looking fiiine!" That earns Stina a glare from the defender and a chuckle from you.

"Oooh, Stephy brought the girlfriend, be nice guys, she's a keeper!" It's Caitlin that has you blushing a little behind Steph.

"Girlfriend?!"

"Stephy, when did this happen?"

And various other shouts are accompanying them all at once.

Steph just laughs, shaking her head.

"Alright, alright, alright. Everyone, this is Y/n, we've been together seven months. Play nice, nobody scare her away."

You chuckle softly at the brunette leaving a kiss on her cheek as you're quickly dragged away by Beth and Katie.

Caitlin slaps an arm around Steph and drags her over to sit with Viv, Manu, Frida, and Lia. Much to Steph's protests at being separated from you.

In the kitchen, you're being bombarded with questions from Katie. Occasionally, Beth intervenes and tells her to calm a bit before handing you a drink.

You're definitely a little nervous, but once the alcohol is flowing through you, Katie's not so intimidating anymore.

You spend some time just downing drinks as a mini contest with the irish girl, and you can tell straight away that the alcohol you're both consuming is probably not a healthy amount.

About two hours later, the three of you have been laughing at stories you've been sharing, and at one point, there's tears leaking from your eyes, you're laughing so hard.

There's a knock at the door about twenty minutes after that, and Katie is suddenly dragging you to the door with her, practically jumping with excitement.

"Ooh, ooh, I know who that is. It's Leah, you're gonna love her, she's a party girl like me. Blonde and tall and definitely a terrifying captain when she wants, but absolutely let's it rip at parties."

Something clicks in your head, and you go to respond before she rips open the door.

"Oh I know Leah, she's-"

"Leaaaahhh! You made it finally! My god woman, you gotta start getting here earlier. You missed all the fun with -"

Leah grins at you, a cheeky but confused smile on her face when she spots your slightly tipsy self standing at the door.

"Y/n? Oh, I know you've been having a good time then, Katie. This one will drink you under the table."

"You know each other?"

Leah gives you a cheeky wink.

"You could say that."

"Also, wait, there's no way she could outdrink me, I'm Irish."

"Katie, I love you, but she could end your liver if you tried that."

"Meh, I do that on my own accord."

Steph spots Leah walking in with you from the entryway, the music a little loud to hear what you're conversing about but she watches as the blonde puts an immediate arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek as you grin and pat her face before heading to the kitchen again with Beth.

She feels a wave of heat course through her chest. Why were you so suddenly touchy-feely with her teammates? Why Leah in particular?

She pushed it down, rubbing it off as you were just friendly with the blonde and a little tipsy, if anything. She knows you'd never cheat on her.

Throughout the night, she watches you joke and muck around with the three girls. Occasionally, you converse with a couple of the others. But she focuses on the comfortability you suddenly have around the Arsenal captain.

She tries her hardest to push down any lingering jealousy, focusing on her conversation with Lia instead.

"And so she was talking to me like I knew her. So, the poor thing, I had to stop her and ask, and I just felt so embarrassed."

-------

"Are you kidding me? She just freaking flopped like that?" You giggle, nodding at Katie as Leah huffs lightly, poking you in the ribs.

"You missy, need to stop telling everyone that, who brought you here anyway?"

"Oh, that's another thing I haven't gotten around to telling you yet."

Leah raises a brow at you questioningly. A playful look of hurt crosses her features.

"What haven't you been telling me?"

" I know you've been busy with your injury, and I didn't wanna dump it on you suddenly. But I kind of maybe am possibly dating one of your teammates..?"

Leah raises both brows now.

"Sorry, what? When did that happen? I know I was injured, but jeez, sis, why not tell me sooner? Who is it? I want to know."

"What so you can fight them? Hell no."

"Noooo, me fight them? Neverrrr."

She leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and you shove her lightly.

Steph watches this happen from the couch, and she has to bite back a growl coming from her throat.

Caitlin can see the look on her friend's face and has to hide a knowing smirk. Steph was pretty good with you, but possessive was a trait she picked up quickly, especially with you.

You were kind of oblivious to it, though, making the hilarity of the situation that much better.

Steph can see you laughing with the blonde, and she spots you leaning on the taller girl's shoulder.

It's about five minutes of that before she snaps.

She watches you kiss Leah on the cheek and give her a wink.

That's the last straw for Steph in the other room. She couldn't watch handsy mccaptain continue, and you clearly weren't even fighting it. The fact that you were participating was worse. What is going on with you?

She grabs you by the hand to drag you outside. Leaving behind a bewildered Leah, a hysterically laughing Katie and a knowingly smirking Beth and Caitlin.

Leah just turns to the others.

"I-what? Is it Steph?"

Beth just nods with a small "I probably wouldn't go and ask them now though."

-------

Back in the car, you're completely bewildered by Steph and her actions.

She looks absolutely mad, and she won't look at you. You barely got a "We're heading home early, I need to do something" out of her before you were both in the car headed back to your shared home.

"Seriously babe, what is going on with you?"

The alcohol running through your system is starting to fade off a bit.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Just as you go to reply to that. The car turns into the driveway, and she's out of the car, waiting for you to join her. Her arms over her chest, waiting impatiently.

You're completely and utterly confused by that.

You get out of the car, and you walk up to the door while Steph unlocks it, and the moment it's open, you're dragged inside and pressed harshly into the wood of the inside of it.

It makes you gasp, and Steph is pressed entirely to you, hand grasping your hip and the other in your hair.

Her lips meet yours hard, practically knocking the air from your lungs, and you can taste the strawberry daiquiri she'd been drinking just ten minutes earlier.

The kiss is rough and feverish, and it makes you dizzy and dazes you enough to momentarily forget the whole thing that just happened.

Her teeth tug at your lower lip, and she tugs st the collar of your jacket, pushing you into the wall perpendicular to the door.

Your chest heaves when she pulls away, trying to suck back in air as she kisses and nips her way down your neck, pushing your jacket off your shoulders.

"Baby, I-"

"Shut up."

*It makes you moan softly. You love it when Steph is this demanding and rough with you, and you're practically keening every time she tugs on your hair, holding your head back against the wall.

She pulls away just enough to whisper in your ear.

"Not a word out of you except 'Yes' 'No' 'please" and 'thank you' and anything otherwise I ask. Got it?"

"Yes"

"Yes, what?"

It sends a shiver down your spine, and you have to bite your tongue to not immediately moan at the sentence.

You'd both discussed this one for a while, but it never came into any situations til now.

"Yes, ma'am."

You can see the way her pupils dilate, and her breath catches in her throat.

"Good girl."

You preen under the praise, and your hands are trying to pull her closer to you. She doesn't budge, though, and instead, she lets go of your hair to pin your hands to the wall.

Her lips meet yours again feverantly, and she begins to tug at your crop top before her hand slips under it to grab at your breast and you arch softly under her touch.

You kick your shoes off intermittently, and she does the same.

At that, her leg slips between yours, pressing right into you, and you grind down on her with a whimper.

She whispers against your lips.

"So needy baby girl. Go ahead, try and get off like that."

If it weren't for the fact that your eyes were squeezed shut, they'd probably roll into the back of your head.

You roll your hips against her thigh, moving with a heavy amount of desparation and need. It just isn't enough contact, though, and you quickly find yourself whining in frustration, leaving Steph smirking as she watches you try to cum from grinding on her. Her hands release yours, and she grabs you by the jaw, walking you away from the wall and down the hall to your shared bedroom.

She presses you back into the wall again. Murmuring a "keep going."

Try as you might. You just aren't getting anywhere, and you're just about sobbing in pent-up frustration.

That's when she decides to have a little mercy on you and quickly relieves you of your crop top and flicks at the button on your jeans to open it.

You're pushed back onto the bed with a small thud, and Steph tugs at your pants to pull them off you.

Your breathing is completely ragged now, and the look in your girlfriend's eyes has you whining as she watches you writhe beneath her when she kneels either side of your right leg.

She quickly pins you again, this time she holds for second.

"Keep your hands there sweet girl. You move them and we stop, you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am. "

You do as you're told and keep your hands latched onto the bedding above your head.

She sucks a few marks into your collar before kissing her way down to your nipple as her hands slip down between the two of you.

She grasps your thighs to spread them a little, where she looks up to watch your face as you clench your jaw.

She moves one of her hands to dip beneath the edge of your underwear, and she pulls back from you to watch as she pulls the dampened fabric from you.

Her eyes darken, and she growls a little, noticing the underwear you're wearing. Red lace.

"Were you expecting this baby girl? So desperate for me to fuck you, so needy huh? So fucking needy for me."

All you can do is whimper below her, squeezing your eyes shut once again. Holding your tongue so as not to beg her to fuck you, which would be out of line.

She can immediately tell, though, and she grins darkly.

"C'mon baby girl, tell me to fuck you, tell me how needy you were for me. How needy were you, tell me how you're such a brat as to test me like that so I could fuck this needy little pussy."

The words barely register in your brain before you're answering.

"So needy, please I need you to fuck me, fuck me til I can't remember my own name, only yours. I was such a brat. Only for you ma'am."

The words are out, and it only spurs the brunette on. She growls and finally pulls your underwear off you, leaving you bare to the cool night. You whimper, lifting your hips to meet her hand as she grazes her finger gently over your slit.

You're completely wet, and it makes her groan seeing you completely at her mercy. Her fingertips dip between your lips finally, stroking your clit and applying just enough pressure to dip inside you and back out again.

"Such a good girl for me now, aren't you?"

You moan out but when you don't say anything, you yelp at the slight spank she leaves on your thigh.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

Another spank makes you jump.

"Yes, ma'am!" It's basically a cry out, and you're thankful your neighbours house is more than two kilometres from your doorstep.

"Good girl."

Steph bends down to kiss down your chest and stomach, one particularly harsh bite has you gasping and you nearly move your hand to grasp her hair but you stop yourself.

Her mouth moves lower to your hip bown, tongue dancing into the groove where your leg meets your body and then across to just above your clit.

You have to clamp your jaw shut to avoid demanding her to move, do anything.

"I want you to scream nothing but my name and please, baby girl. My mouth is gonna be a little occupied so I want you nice and loud for me."

You moan at that.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good."

And with that, she swipes her tongue over your clit and shifts so her hands hold your legs open for her.

"Fuck, Steph!" She smirks against you, her tongue delving right into you, taking you in and sucking up your wetness, your taste exploding on her tongue.

Her lips wrap around your clit sucking it harshly and at the same time, she pushes two fingers into your entrance, setting a harsh pace, pressing right in your g spot with a curl making you see stars.

You cry out as she completely devours you. Her left hand moves to urge your legs up and over shoulders, your right staying put to allow her space to move, but a nudge from her elbow has it following the other leg.

Your thighs clench around her head, and when you start to shake around her, she doubles down. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, and your moans echo around the room.

Knowing Steph's stamina, this would be a first of many for you. As you come down from that high, she nudges you further back onto the bed.

"So good for me, baby girl." It's said in a breathless whisper, and when she kisses you, you can taste yourself on her tongue.

"You can move your hands, baby."

With that, your hands are instantly on her. Running up under her shirt to feel the skin of her back before moving them to wait at the buttons of it.

She hums in thought for a second before urging you on.

"Go ahead."

She sits back on her haunches as you pull the buttons open one by one, enjoying the feeling of you stripping her.

She shrugs the shirt off, tossing it to only god knows where in the room. From there, you tug open the buttom on her jean shorts and unzip them. She stands off the bed to kick them off.

The dark red lace makes your mouth water a little, and as she crawls back onto the bed, your hands find the front clasp of the bra. You wait for permission, and she raises a brow, looking down at you from her position, kneeling, straddling your thighs.

"What do you say princess?"

"Can I please take these off you?"

She taps her chin for a second.

"Hm, I think you can try better than that baby girl."

"Ma'am, may I please take these off you? I've been such a good girl for you, please can I take them off?"

She leans down to peck your lips.

"Much better princess. Go on then. Take them off."

You don't wait for much else. You unclip the bra, and she slowly lets it fall from her shoulders to her hands before tossing it.

She watches as your pupils darken and you have to resist the urge to grab her straight away. Instead, she goes back to standing, and you follow.

Tugging at the elastic waistband of the panties, you slip them down her legs, and she steps out of them.

A whine gets caught in your throat at the sight, and you look up at Steph with pleading eyes.

She chuckles and runs her fingers through your thoroughly tousled hair. Her other hand cups your cheek, her thumb running over your bottom lip, pulling at it slightly.

She lets it dip between your teeth, and you do as silently instructed and suck it gently, letting it press into your tongue as you hollow your cheeks.

Steph groans and then pushes you back onto the mattress and moves to sit on your stomach. Your hands settle on her hips, and she looks down at you with a dangerous look in her eyes.

"You want to touch me?"

Instantly.

"Yes Ma'am."

"How bad?"

"God so bad, please."

She chuckles darkly and shuffles a little further up your chest.

"How about taste me?"

"Fuck, please, I want to taste you, please let me feel you."

"Good girl." It's a little more breathy, and she moves to hover over your head. You know better than to move without permission, though.

"Well? You want to taste, huh? Taste how wet I am for you. Do it."

That's all the permission you need, and you tug her down to sit on your face. Tongue lapping at her almost immediately, a breathy groan leaves you as you finally get a taste of her sweetness.

Fun fact: Did you know, the more upset a woman is, the sweeter she tastes when she orgasms?

Whatever had her upset earlier has her tasting like sweets to you to when she cums.

And that's exactly what you're gunning for as you fuck her with your tongue.

Her hips rock against you as she moans your name out into the cool air. Her hands are tugging your hair, and praises slip from her lips that only encourage you.

Her movements stutter, and she cries out, one hand steadying her on the bed, the other still clamped tight in your locks while you suck on her clit to bring her down.

Suddenly, it all clicks as her breathing slows to a calmer form. As she slips off your face. The memories of tonight set in over the top of the haziness and a smirk plays at your lips.

Her dragging you out directly after you kissed Leah on the cheek, her words about you intentionally testing her, being a brat, the immediate anger turning to heated passion as you get in the door.

It all makes sense now.

What Steph is not expecting to hear immediately after her orgasm is your soft voice in an almost cheeky tone whispering your safe word.

"Pudding."

Her head whips up at that.

"What's wrong? Shit, was I too rough? Was I-." She catches herself at the look on your face. There's a smirk there and a mischievous look in your eyes.

"Were you jealous?" The undertone of your accent makes her shiver.

"I- no! I was not jealous! You were the one testing boundaries. I mean, I wasn't- she was touchy and-"

You chuckle softly and sit up to grab her face and kiss her. She kisses back but is slightly confused when you pull back. It's a much softer but still mischievous look on your face.

"Baby, it's cute that you were, but you definitely shouldn't be jealous of Leah."

She frowns slightly, a round of protests ready to leave her lips, but you lift a finger to them. You urge her back until she's leaning against the headboard and you're in her lap.

"I'm serious, baby, don't be." And you lean down slowly to whisper in her ear. "Fun fact. Us Williamsons really differ in how we look, so it's kind of hard to tell that we're sisters."

At that, the words process and her eyes close as she lets her head thump against your chest, and you start giggling softly.

She feels the vibrations of you laughing, and she looks up at you again, her cheeks having completely gone just about as red as the uniform her and your sister share.

She whines at you.

"Seriously, baby, that's who your sister is? You couldn't have mentioned that earlier? That your sister is my captain? Oh god, I've completely gone and embarrassed myself in front of her, too."

You can only laugh harder, tears coming to the corner of your eyes as she facepalms.

You slow your laughs enough to run your fingers through her hair and console her, though less meaningful than she likes.

"It's okay baby, you didn’t know, and honestly, I would have told you sooner if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't even know you existed til now. Well, that you existed as my girlfriend."

Her face only heats up more, and she just completely melts against you. To the point where she's just completely non functioning as she processes your words over and over.

"Baby!"

Your laughter slows, and to your credit, you do whisper small apologies against her hair.

"So you're saying she never even knew we were dating before I went and dragged you from that party without a word to the other girls?"

"Welllll..."

"Baby, please, this can't get much worse, can it?"

You can't even keep a straight face at that.

"I'd only told her about me having a girlfriend on the team about five minutes before you grabbed me. I didn't actually tell her who it was."

"Oh my god, Y/n! For fucks sakes! Seriously?!"

"I mean, yeah?"

She huffs and pushes you back onto the bed with a small groan. She rubs at her face.

"Glad you're finding the whole thing funny, I don't think I can ever face her again!"

You give her a few minutes but shes still just sitting there with her head in her hands.

"You okay?" Its said in a half teasing tone and her answer comes back a resounding and muffled.

"No."

She drops her hands and tackles you back onto the mattress, and you squeal as she does so, and her hands pin your shoulders to the bed.

"You're so gonna pay for that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Most-fucken-definitely."

Her lips slam back onto yours, and your hands almost slip up to grab her hips, but her hands grab them, slamming them back onto the mattress again.

"Oh, you don't get to touch for the rest of the night, little brat. That privilege is gone now."

You whimper under her hard gaze. And as she sits up a little, she whispers a soft "Stay."

You nod, and she gets up to reach into the closet, pulling out one of your ties.

You gulp as she walks back towards you, swiftly climbing back onto the bed and telling you to go back up by the headboards. Her hands manoeuvre the tie around both of your wrists and tighten them, locking them in place against the headboard.

She then gets up to go digging through the closet again, pulling out a box you know thoroughly by now.

She pulls out another tie when you go to plead with her, telling her you'll be good, and she ties it around your head.

"Not another fucking word, brat."

It makes your head fuzzy, and everything goes back to being hazy again.

She pulls out a small bullet shaped object that you know well what she's going to do with. And then she pulls out the strap and a dildo you hadn't seen yet. It's red and sparkly and makes you shake a little.

"If you cum before I say you can, you won't cum for two months. Hear me?"

You nod slowly.

"Good."

The last time you'd disobeyed that, you were surpisingly proven wrong in thinking she would cave, but no, she edged you for a whole month.

You knew better than to try and finish yourself and risk getting caught because she would only add weeks on to the punishment. Touch starvation can be a cruel but effective persuasion.

Hell, Steph wouldn't kiss you during that first time you were punished unless you got on your knees and begged for it.

That was established on the first day the two of you had started experimenting with this.

The thought of having to do that again makes several shivers run through you.

"I say, we go for ten minutes, no cumming. If you can make it until then, I'll let you finish yourself off."

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It's about four in the morning by the time your exhausted body is let down gently onto the mattress again. Steph is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her hair is up but sticking to her forehead.

Her chest is heaving beside you. She'd taken the tie off you earlier to "Let you feel me fucking you. Mark me all you like baby girl, those hands dont leave me while I'm fucking that sweet little pussy."

The gag had come out much before then. For much more... visual purposes.

Your throat was sore and ran dry about thirty minutes ago. Your lips are swollen, and you're covered neck to knee in hickies.

Your ass cheeks were red raw and sore and your centre certainly felt thoroughly fucked through.

Steph's stamina never ceased to amaze you sometimes.

She tosses the strap into a corner off the room and takes very careful steps off the bed to go get water and a cloth, thoroughly pleased with herself at that.

She takes a drink and offers the bottle to you while she wipes you down.

You drink the remaining water in slow sips, watching through hooded but loving eyes as your girlfriend carefully cleans you up.

She walks to the laundry to dump the cloth and throws the bottle into the trashcan beside the bed. She goes to the bathroom to wipe herself down too and then staggers back to the bed and under the sheets, in beside you, thoroughly spent for the night.

You curl into her, letting her arm fall onto your waist, pulling you closer to her.

She kisses you softly. Gentler than she had been all night. Soft praises are muttered into the kiss. Followed by sweet nothings in your ear as you fall asleep on her chest.

Her lips press one final "I love you so fucking much, Baby girl." Into your skin as you drift off completely, letting the early morning hours take you into unconsciousness.

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The next day at training is almost unbearable.

At least for Steph. You're back at home still under the covers, though now showered and in pyjamas while she's at the field, getting absolutely shredded by her teammates.

Leah isn't even doing anything. It's all Caitlin, Katie, Beth, and Lia ripping into her about the various marks on her neck and thighs and the slight limp in her run as she completes the various drills with them.

All the blonde captain does is watch on with an amused look on her face, even though Steph can't quite meet her eye the whole time.

Eventually, she does corner the brunette after training alone.

"Look, I'd give you the whole, 'hurt my sister, and I'll bury your corpse speech', but judging by the look on your face, you'd probably do that for me. I am just gonna say this, though. Might wanna consider using a better quality concealer than doesn't melt with sweat."

With that, the English captain gives the poor girl a cheeky wink and lets her go.

At least the captain knows her sister's taken now, though... right?

#woso #steph catley imagine #steph catley imagines #steph catley x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #filthy smut #oh my god I wrote that #jfc holy shit help me god

[ermnmika]

taming bakugou is a big challenge for you.

!warnings!: NSFW, MDNI. gn!dom!reader, sub!bakugo, light bondage, dirty talk, degradation, physical pain, handjob, choking (everything listed bkg receiving). reader is a bit sadistic.

he's pressed to the sheets under your strong torso, squrming and snarling. his hands are tied securely behind his back by your own tie you wore to work today, palms warm and sweaty as if he was ready to set off explosions at you at any given moment. as if you'd let him. you chuckle at the thought.

"katsuki." you murmur into his ear gently, so close, extremely close, your lips almost touching the lobe, and his breath hitches for a moment. he needs more, he craves it, but he won't admit it. you decide to give him a chance at first. "dear. be a brat again and i won't give you what you want."

"you better get off me and let me fuck you myself." he spits bitterly, voice soaked in usual irritation. your eyes widen in displeasure, nails digging into the skin of his strong shoulders, leaving pink marks. "i know how much you want my cock."

a scowl twists your face. not good.

"is that so?" you sit back, ass placed on his lower back, right above his throbbing dick, and you push your hips as hard as you can. his dick gets squished under your body weight, painfully so, and he lets out a muffled groan. "then why would you let me tie you in the first place, hm? why would you let me get on top of you? take control over your body?"

your voice is sweet, but filled with poison that beats all the air out of his lungs. he grits his teeth and wriggles in desperate attempts to get out of your grip, dick almost getting crushed and yet still extremely hard, but right now you are stronger, and you refuse to give him any opportunity to escape your punishment.

"admit it, bakugo." you lean forward, grab his hair in a hard grip of your fingers, and press his flushed face into the sheets. then, with your other hand you smack his back, making him flinch, feeling the muscles stiff under your harsh touch. he barely stifles a moan and you chuckle under your breath. "you like being treated like a slut. you like being owned. how will the world react if they see one of the top pro-heroes whimpering in pleasure from being hit?"

you hit again, and again, and again, and each time he shifts uncontrollably, whimpers through still gritted teeth, tears collect in the corners of his eyes. you tug at his blond locks so he raises his head and meets your blown out pupils. your gaze is dark, brows furrowed, but you seem very concentrated and he feels a small speck of fear tug at his heart. you notice it, but don't give yourself away.

"sh-shut up." he tries to intervene but he sounds so, so pathetic.

"you fucking brat." you let go of his hair but he's still looking at you, taking in your stern and unhinged expression and flushed face. your eyes fall on the bright red spot in the form of your hand on his back, right under his shoulderblades, and the wave of pleasure hits you again. "you love this. you love the humiliation and you love the pain."

grin paints your face as he hides his in the sheets, thus proving your point, so you decide it's finally time to turn him on his back. you flip him over and drag his stiff body to lean on the headboard, and cage his thighs between your legs.

he's breathing heavily, sweat drops falling from his face onto his chest, eyes dazed with a spark of anger, mouth agape. his lips are puffy and pretty, sparkling from wetness, and you want to kiss them so badly but you restrain yourself. he didn't deserve it.

"just touch me already, you damn- ahh," he doesn't get to finish his sentence when you wrap your fingers around the tip of his cock, not squeezing, just placing your hand on it. he moans loudly just from this small contact and you smile maliciously, taking in his fastened breathing and half-lidded eyes.

it was a trick. because right at the next second you remove your hand and slap his twitching dick, making him almost fold in half while shouting from the strike of pain.

you smile at him, innocently fluttering your eyelashes as if you didn't just smack the shit out of his cock. "does this count?"

he presses back against the headboard again, his legs now shaking. his wet hair clings to his forehead, you know it always annoys him but you purposefully don't remove it. you meet his gaze and there's a huge abyss of hate and resentment, but you know the motherfucker is thriving right now. he craves to be put in his place.

"your silence tells me it's still not enough." you hum, and bring yourself closer, almost towering over his form. he waits for a strike again, his whole body stiffening, but you take his cock in your hand and spread the precum over his length, agonizingly slow, rubbing over his veins. he relaxes after a few strokes, the features on his face smoothing out, his mouth falling agape again, and you take the opportunity to catch his lower lip between your teeth, biting and sucking on it. he kisses back, hips moving against your hand for more friction, and you swallow his moans.

you keep stroking him up and down, let go of his lips and nose his cheek, your movements becoming a bit faster now. "hmm... katsuki, would you like to be choked?"

judging from his fucked out expression, he can't think clearly right now, eyes rolling to the back of his head from pleasure. you grab his chin and turn his face towards you, your hand still moving on his length. "katsuki. yes or no." your voice is steel and demanding.

you wait for a few moments, searching for an answer on his face, until he mumbless a small "yes." and you nod.

you win.

he's already barely breathing, but you're about to make it worse. you shift a little to a more comfortable position, and to give bakugo some time to prepare himself. after that you clutch at his neck, slowly and carefully adding pressure while you brush over his cock wirh your fingers. he's squirming, not able to hold still, so you add more pressure and he wheezes, his cock twitching. you bite your own moans and move your hand faster, and faster, and he can't handle it anymore. he tries to breathe and suffocates under your touch, and you're breaking him, you're breaking bakugo katsuki.

you rub your own wetness against his limp thigh, watching his face become more pale, mouth completely open and trying to catch air.

"my little slut likes to be choked by me, hm? that's it, katsuki. know your place. know who you belong to."

and just like that, with his eyes rolling back and you removing your hand just in time, he inhales sharply and cums, white hot liquid falling on the muscles of his chest. you watch this beautiful view, taking it all in. he chokes on air, back arching in immense, overwhelming pleasure. his whole world is being destroyed in front of his eyes.

and you were the one who did it. with your own hands.

dedicated to all subby baku enjoyers. i stand with you.

#katsuki bakugō #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou smut #mha bakugou #mha x reader #mha smut #bakugou imagine #bakugou drabble #bnha smut #bnha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #sub!bakugou #dom!y/n #dom!reader #filthy smut

[zygomantic]

I'M YOURS

Synopsis: Sukuna wants you to be his pet. You accept.

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x female reader

Content Warnings: explicit!! reader referred to as "pet", unprotected sex, fingering, p in v, afab! reader

A/n: Because most of you voted for filthy Sukuna smut, this is what you get. (Btw I didn't expect so many to vote, holy shit, thanks!!)

Sukuna trailed the pads of his fingers over the swell of your breasts. "Your skin is so soft," he growled, watching the path his fingers made and leaned, then attached his mouth to your jaw.

Your body went ridged as he sucked and licked over that point. So distracted, you didn't even notice his hand move down to pop open the top two buttons of your blouse, before he plunged his hand into your top, kneading your breast with his hand.

You gasped in surprise, head falling back onto his shoulder as his large hand palmed at your breast, cupping the weight in his hand, rolling and pinching your nipple between his finger. A subtle pulse went straight to your core and you felt a pool of warmth beginning to form in your panties.

Sukuna chuckled as he watched you, knowing he was going to enjoy making you fall apart for him. "Look at you enjoying this" he said, his voice causing a shudder to rack through your body. His hand left your breast to trail down your stomach, aiming that burning place. The throbbing in your center grew stronger and your back arched of its own volition, desperately attempting to find stimulation.

You jerked a bit as he nudged your legs open with his knee, spreading your thighs apart to better gain access to the heat between. You barely had time to take a breath before he dipped his head down to whisper in your ear, "You'll never want to fucking leave after this," and then he slipped his hand between your legs.

Sukuna grinned as you released a shuddering sigh. He wasn’t even touching your skin and you were falling apart. His finger circled over your nub just over the black lace of your panties and he felt his cock twitch against his leg as he felt how wet you had already become even though he had just barely started touching you.

"Oh, I think you were made for me, pet," his sultry voice groaned into your ear, his breath caressing your skin.

His finger continued its slow motion around your clit, and you writhed against his body, barely contained sobs escaping from your mouth as he continued to stroke your center. Your eyes drooped, not knowing if you wanted him to kiss you or not, but before you thought he was going to do so, his hand slipped inside your underwear and his fingers were gliding through your wet folds. You could barely conceal a moan as a new gush of liquid flooded your center.

"Be mine, pet," his deep voice groaned into your ear. "Submit yourself to me and I vow that I will bring you pleasure like you have never known before. Trust me, woman, I know how to."

His fingers massaged through your folds, following the path down from where your clit was, and without warning, he plunged one long digit inside of you.

"Ohhh fuck," you cried, throat tight as a sob wracked through your body. Your hips rocked against his finger, feeling the slender digit slide in and out and in and out in a pattern that you hoped would never end.

Without warning, Sukuna added a second finger along with the first causing your tight hole to widen even more to accommodate his long digits.

You started a rocking motion against his fingers and he groaned in approval as he felt your walls squeeze around his digits. His hips started rocking against yours, looking to relieve the pressure he felt throughout his length. A pressure begun to form in your lower belly. You chased after it, panting and writhing against Sukuna behind you, and just before you felt yourself break, he pulled his fingers from your core.

You jerked forward, eyes wide as that glorious peak vanished from sight, leaving your pussy wet, throbbing, and completely unsatisfied. Your thighs were shaking and you could feel the slickness of your juices running down your skin.

Sukuna stared at his fingers, watching in fascination as your slick stuck to his digits. "Be mine, pet. All I need is for you to say it." He closed his eyes and stuck his fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them. He moaned at the taste of you, his pupils contracting in delight.

You didn’t care anymore. You wanted him. You wanted the pleasure he could give you, the satisfaction he would bring your body. Sukuna promised you he would. You whispered something, so quietly that it couldn't be heard. Sukuna raised an eyebrow at you, "You'll need to speak louder, woman. What was that?"

"I'm yours," you mumbled again, but a bit louder.

Sukuna grinned down at you, knowing he had you. "One more time, pet, I didn't quite catch that."

"I'M YOURS," You screamed, sobs wracking your body as you fell back into the hard form of his body and writhed against him, angling your hips against his in search of some sort of friction. "I'm yours, so please! Just… please!" You cried.

Sukuna grinned widely. "That's what ike to hear," he said as he pressed on your back, pushing you forward and making you bend until your cheek was pressed against the floor. He growled in satisfaction at seeing you like this. Bent over, legs spread wide, thighs quivering in anticipation of what he was about to give you.

He lifted your skirt und ripped your soaked panties off, showing what now belonged to him. Sukuna freed his cock from his trousers. It was stiff and swollen, almost aching as it stood at attention, the head coming just beneath his belly button. He groaned has he took himself in hand, stroking up and down his long shaft, feeling the veins pulse as he pleasured himself. He started leaking from his tip, grinning at the thought that his cock was weeping at the sight of his pet's pussy.

The heat in between your legs was near painful and you needed something, anything to release the tension. Almost of its own accord, your hand trailed downwards towards your aching center. You pressed into the small nub, almost sighing in relief as you circled it with your fingers, but before you could build her pleasure, a larger hand caught yours own, bringing it out from beneath you and pinning it back on the ground by your head.

"Ah, ah, ah, pet. That's my job," he playfully scolded you.

A whine escaped you and Sukuna smiled at your eagerness and leaned forward, rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds, coating his cock in your juices. He pressed his tip into your clit, circling the head of his cock into your nub causing you to let out a loud moan of approval, eyes closed as you waited for him to take you.

Sukuna lined himself up at her entrance, and pushed the head of his cock into her.

You gasped at the same time he let out a long groan. You were tight and sinfully wet. Inch by painful inch, the pleasure taking over his senses, Sukuna pushed himself into his pet, nearly panting with the effort of holding back. He could have easily rammed himself into you, taking what was his without care, but he wouldn't do that. He wanted you to have fun too. Not wanting to prolong your pain, Sukuna flicked his hips and slid inside you the rest of the way.

A flash of pain disappeared as quickly as it appeared as the feeling of being completely filled took over your mind and body. You felt whole, like the missing piece inside of you had finally found its way home. Above you, Sukuna was feeling exactly the same way.

He groaned as he leaned forward, the angle making him to slide in even deeper if that was even possible, which caused sounds of pleasure to escape from your lips.

He leaned down to place an open-mouthed kiss on the unblemished skin. "I think you were made for me," he whispered into your ear.

"Sukuna," you gasped, hand reaching up to clutch at his wrist near your head.

"Yes, pet?"

You shifted your hips, gasping in pleasure as the ridges of his cock rubbed against your sensitive walls. "Please move."

"With pleasure."

His movements started out slow and controlled just wanting to feel the sensation of moving within you. He groaned into your shoulder, quickening his pace.

You let out ragged breaths every time he pushed back into you, his length penetrating to depths you didn't even know existed.

You bit your lips to keep yourself from moaning out too loudly. Noticing this, Sukuna cocked his head down at you, grinning at how modest you were. "Come now, pet, don't hold back." He gave a particularly sharp thrust with his hips, causing a small whimper to break free through your lips. "I want the whole world to know you're mine."

You let out a loud gasp, crying into the air as you felt the fingers of his right-hand reach down around your hip and rub against your aching nub. Sukuna released a loud groan as he felt your walls give a particularly tight squeeze around his cock, causing his balls to tighten.

He knew he was close, he could feel it, but he wouldn't allow his release to come without satisfying you first. He'd promised to satisfy you, and he would.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The combination of his cock massaging your inner walls, striking your womb with every thrust, and his fingers circling the pearl between your legs was almost too much to handle. You arched your back beneath him, your head leaning back and pressing into his shoulder. His fingers were working furiously on your clit and you whined as you felt those digits slip through your folds.

Sukuna felt your walls quicken around him, knowing you were about to come, just needing one last push over the edge.

"Come on, pet," he breathed into your ear, his huffing breath causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. "Let go for me."

With one last motion of his fingers, and one particularly angled snap of his hips, you let out a piercing scream as you felt the tether completely snap sending you spiraling into wave after wave of pleasure.

Sukuna gave a shuddering moan as he felt your juices burst from your depths, coating his cock in more of your slick, the liquid falling out and dripping to the ground beneath where you were joined. His thrusts continued, severe and unrelenting, and finally, he let himself go.

His groan sent shivers down your spine as he spilled his heavy load within you, riding out his high slowly, savoring every bit of it.

He stilled within you, chuckling darkly, as his red gaze was in your body beneath him.

"That's my pet."

#rough smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #smut #filthy smut #unprotected sex #jujutsu smut #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryoumen smut #sukuna ryoumen x you #jjk sukuna smut #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[asimpforthe80s]

Desperate times

[Blurb?]

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Warnings: fingering, humping, eating pussy, names (baby, darling, mommy, eds), cumming in boxers, aftercare, slightly needy Eddie, nap

It had been about a week since Eddie last saw you. A week without sloppy making out and a week without sex. God, it was a nightmare for him.

So, as soon as you entered that damn trailer door, he grabbed you and hurried you into the bedroom. The look in his eyes was desperate and a deep lust.

He was quick with undressing you, ripping some of your clothes in the process. He pressed sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your chest until he reached what he wanted. You didn't feel it, but you knew he was rock hard inside his tight jeans and boxers.

Quickly ripping off your panties, he immediately started lapping at your cunt. Sticking 2 fingers inside your entrance, he thrusted them inside you until he found that one spongey spot inside you.

You arched your back as he repeatedly massaged your g-spot, working quickly to make you cum.

As he massaged your spot, he sucked on your clit and groped your tits. He seemed desperate to taste your cum on his tongue.

Luckily for him, his fingers and tongue were both incredibly skilled at making you feel pure bliss and ecstasy.

Though, this time was different. White filled your vision as you went into a state of bliss. Eddie worked you through your orgasm as you went into subspace.

After a few minutes, you came back to reality and noticed Eddie desperately humping your thigh. "Sorry, baby.. you've just.. been gone for WAY too long." He groaned between subby moans and whimpers.

He groaned and whimpered as he picked up his speed, looking like he wasn't too far away from cumming. You understood that you had been away for longer than you thought, so you let him.

He was just like that sometimes. Switching from a dom to a sub after you've come for him. You were pretty used to it by now. And it was so hot to see, too.

What did surprise you was what happened when he came. "Mommy." He moaned as he came inside his boxers, collapsing on top of you and panting heavily.

You snuggled close to him as he came down from his high. The two of you had missed each other like hell, even though it had just been a week. So you just held him close and made sure he was comfortable.

"Love you.. so, so much, Eds." You said, kissing his cheek and running your hands through his long, messy curls. "Love you too, baby. I was going nuts. You know that, right? I missed you so damn much."

You nodded. "Yeah, I know, darling.. sorry I didn't tell you I was gonna come home so late." You murmured, smiling down at him as he laid his head against your chest. "It's okay. Sorry if I seemed needy. The week without you was hell."

You chuckled. "Yeah, I get it.."

"You don't think I'm weird because I'm so attached, do you?" He asked nervously, hoping he didn't bother you with how needy and clingy he was at times. "Of course not.. I love that you're like that." You smiled, kissing his forehead gently.

"You do?" He seemed shocked by this. It was nice to know that his clingy nature wasn't something you found off-putting. "You really like how clingy and needy I sometimes am?"

You nodded. "I love how clingy and needy you are.. especially after sex.. it just shows that you love me." You said. "So my clingyness is seen more as affection rather than some annoying thing?" He asked, hopeful that that's how it was interpreted as. "Yeah." You confirmed, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

The thought genuinely made him happy. He was scared that all his love might have been overbearing on you. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He looked up at you, a giant smile on his face.

You smiled right back at him. "Now.. mind taking a nap? And no, you're not leaving his bed. You're gonna cuddle with me." You said, knowing he'd ask to cuddle you as you slept. "Yes, ma'am." He said, not fighting you at all this time. He had the energy taken out of him from how hard he pleasured you. But it didn't bother him at all this time. He actually felt oddly content being so tired afterward. And you know he was loving every second of this. Being the big spoon for you is one of his favorite things to do.

After a minute of him gently spooning you and holding your hand, you drifted off to sleep. One of the things Eddie knew how to do best was aftercare. And he knew it.

He was so used to aftercare. The two of you had done it dozens and dozens of times. It was a very natural part of the routine that followed the sex.

Eddie stayed awake the whole time, just to make sure you were okay and that you didn't mind his touch. Plus, this was one of his favorite positions that you two took during aftercare: him as the big spoon. And he'd always loved it.

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[wimckle]

sensitive shigaraki

honestly, i think he would cum numerous times in his pants before you're even touching him skin-to-skin. small touches would absolutely drive him crazy. the feeling of your hands gently going up and down his inner thighs, the feeling of your warm hands planted right on his cold stomach, grabbing him by his sides and feeling him up, would make him so hard

he'd make such cute little moans for you, begging you to touch him. he'd definitely be the type to try and cover his face with his hand as his face goes all red, looking down at you with wide eyes as you tease him continuously

shiggy would be embarrassed by the fact that he came so quickly, but would really think it's hot if you tease him about it. he would also cum as soon as you touch him bare, even a small touch to the tip of his dick would make him moan like crazy, throw his head back, and cum all over the place

i also think he'd squirm a lot, trying to buck his hips in your hand as you're wrapped around him, moaning and groaning for you. his hair would be so messy. his face, ears, and the top of his shoulders would be so red from embarrassment and from how hot the situation is

he would also never admit this to anyone. you would be the only person in the whole world who would know how big of a turbo virgin shigaraki is and he absolutely loves it

#nsft smut #smut #fem reader #shigaraki tomura #sub shigaraki #shimura tenko #filthy smut #my hero headcanons #my hero smut #shigaraki x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero smut #boku no hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #mha smut #mha headcanons #mha #mha shigaraki #bnha smut #bnha #bnha shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #tomura shigiraki x reader #mha tomura #tomura x reader #tomura x you #tenko smut

[daisies-daydreams]

Simon Says (Daddy!Ghost x F!Brat!Reader)

Pairing: Daddy!Simon Riley (Ghost) x Brat!F!Reader Category: Smut (18+)  Warnings: Dom!Ghost, Sub!Reader/Brat!Reader, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Clit Play, Daddy Kink Word Count: 1k+

Summary: After you pester Ghost while he’s on a call with Price, he decides to put you in your place.

Author’s Note: This one’s been stuck in my brain for a while. I’m not sure if the title/concept has been done by someone else. If it has I apologize and can take it down if needed.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 

Simon’s bulky hand curled around your wrist as he dragged you into the kitchen. You gasped when he pressed you onto the counter, his massive form enveloping yours from behind. 

“That was an important call, sweetheart,” your boyfriend growled. His hands trailed down your back and to your ass. You bit your lip and wiggled your bottom, your cheeks just grazing over the outline of his hardened cock. “You want daddy to get in trouble with his superior, hm?” he groaned as he nipped the shell of your ear. You giggled at the question, batting your eyelashes.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you teased. Simon narrowed his dark eyes as he pulled his hips away. You gasped when he wrung his hand tightly in your hair. He yanked you backwards so his lips caressed your cheek. 

“Let’s play a game, yeah?” Simon muttered. Goosebumps broke out over your skin as his free hand grazed across your hip, then down over your aching cunt. You keened as he cupped his hand over your heat, teeth scraping over your ear. 

“What kind of game is it?” you moaned. He ground the palm of his hand over your cunt as he gently thrusted his cock into your clothed behind.

“Simon says,” your boyfriend grunted. You grinned at the name. His grip in your hair grew tighter as he slowed his grinding. The heat pooling in between your legs was overwhelming. You shifted your thighs, trying to gaze at him with big doe eyes. 

“Simon says…bend over,” he husked into your ear. You remained standing next to the counter, your legs taut and straight. You yelped as a sharp slap was laid across your bum.

“I won’t repeat myself,” Simon warned. You drew a smirk and tightened your legs together. He sighed behind you before prying your legs apart with his foot. You gasped when he pressed his hardening cock to your plush ass.

“Guess my girl’s a slut for punishment,” the man growled, his voice dripping with lust. Your smirk didn’t falter as he smacked your ass once more, pins and needles spreading across the globes of your lower cheeks. Cold air hit your skin as he pulled your pants down, revealing your lower half. Simon’s chest rumbled at the sight. “Simon says, count how many spankings I give you,” he seethed, his thumbs caressing your skin.

Smack!

“O-One,” you moaned as your arousal gushed out of your clenching heat.

Smack!

“Two,” you hissed, falling forward over the counter. He grinded his length into you in between the spankings, the heat blooming in your pussy a sharp contrast to the pain that spread across your backside. 

“T-Ten,” you stammered while you arched your back into him. Simon groaned, his hand tenderly rubbing over the red swelling on your bottom. You felt him lower his face to your ass, his lips brushing over the sore spots.

“Good girl,” he grunted over your flesh. Your thighs tightened as he peppered your ass with soft kisses, his hands spreading apart your cheeks. “Suppose you deserve a reward, hm?” Simon hummed as he ran a finger through your drenched labia. You shivered.

“Please,” you sighed. Simon drew slow, small circles through your folds before he dove into your center. You moaned and clutched onto the countertop as his tongue lashed across your fluttering hole. You nearly buckled your knees when he licked a long stripe to your aching bud.

“Simon,” you keened. His hand gripped your ass cheeks, fingers digging into your plump flesh. He slurped your arousal like it was a sweet syrup. It dripped down his chin as he swirled his tongue across your clit. You rocked your hips against his mouth, soaking in the waves of electricity that coursed through your whole being. His teeth nibbled at your folds before he swallowed your entire cunt into his mouth. His tongue lathed a wad of spit around your entrance, dancing through your wet pussy. Simon moaned as he pushed his tongue inside of you, his wet muscle brushing against your sensitive walls.

“Fuck,” you whined. Simon thrusted his tongue in and out, one of his hands reaching around to pinch your clit. Your jaw went slack as he mercilessly drove his tongue in and out of your tight cunt.

“Si, I’m gonna cum!” you mewled. He quickly pulled his face away from your core. You spun around, face twisted with rage. Simon licked the arousal from his lips that were curved into a wicked grin.

“Simon says beg,” he commanded while squeezing your ass. You clenched your jaw.

“Simon,” you whined, swishing your pussy in front of his face. His hand harshly smacked your globes again, sending ripples of pain and arousal through your core. You bit your lip, knowing he’d keep punishing you unless you did as he asked. You arched your back as you drew in a deep breath. “Please, Si…I-I need to cum,” you whimpered. Simon remained still, his fingers drawing circles along your lower body.

“No,” he droned. You fumed and curled your fists.

“Please!” you begged, core aching for release. The man behind you remained silent as his hands continued to wander across the expanse of your ass and legs. You winced as he lingered everywhere but where you needed his touch the most. You sighed. “Please, daddy! I want to cum so badly. I’m sorry I distracted you from your call earlier. I promise I won’t do it again-just please let me cum! Pleasepleaseplease!” you sobbed. His hands stopped lingering over your hips. He hummed to himself for a moment. 

“Alright, since you asked so nicely,” his breath fanned over your pussy. You were struck with a bolt of pleasure when his teeth bit your clit, his tongue soothing the pain by wrapping itself around your swollen bundle of nerves. Your entire body wound into itself, your legs straightening and back arching as his tongue hungrily lapped at your cunt. A sharp drag of his tongue through your walls made your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“SIMON!” you shrieked. Your orgasm came crashing over you like a tidal wave. You shivered as you squirted over Simon’s face, absolutely soaking his rugged features in your arousal. His tongue thrusted inside of your cunt as he hungrily slurped your nectar into his parched mouth. You shook uncontrollably, trying to ground yourself by desperately clinging onto the countertop. Your love pulled his face away, your slick coating his lower face.

The sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor made you whip your head around. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of Simon pumping his cock in a tight fist. His swollen, red tip looked like it was ready to burst. You moaned as he lined himself up to your dripping entrance.

“Daddy’s gotta cum, too, sweetheart,” he growled.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

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[auteurdelabre]

Daddy Morales (one shot)

Rating: 18+ mdni!!!!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral (m receiving), power imbalance, infidelity, finger sucking, public sex (truck) dirty talk. Gentle Dom Frankie.

Authors note: I took a poll and you wanted this! This is glorified pwp. Just so horny for Frankie these days. Came to me in a daydream. I blame the fever I've got. Frankie fever.

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Frankie has come to despise date night. What started as a prompt from their couples counselor as a way to connect has swiftly become an evening every week for his wife Carmen to shit on everything he does.

It always starts the same - dinner out where she complains that they can't really afford it on his salary. This is usually followed by observations that her other friends wives don't need to worry about this. That they're good with their money. That if Frankie hadn't been caught on the job with coke they'd be set.

And he sits there listening, head slightly bowed under his baseball cap and he takes it. He takes it because it's true. He fucked up doing coke. He fucked up back in Columbia. He's always fucking up.

He thinks there's a sick part of Carmen that enjoys how beaten down he is. A part of her that feels superior. He was a pilot and she a secretary when they met. When he didn't work for a year because of his license being revoked she supported them and she likes to remind Frankie of this. Often.

But tonight is the last straw.

"You're a shit father, Frank."

There's a lot Frankie will shoulder. Shitty provider, sure. Emotionally distant husband, yep. But a shitty father? No. That's where he draws the line.

"You're never around," Carmen insists, eyes out the window as the truck rumbles into the driveway. "And when you are you're sleeping. Luca barely knows what you look like."

"I'm doing shift work to save money that you say we need," Frankie grits out, fingers curling around the steering wheel. "Flying helicopters isn't a 9-5. You've always known that."

"We wouldn't be in this mess if your coke-"

"Oh don't fucking start that shit again," Frankie all but shouts as they exit the truck and walk towards their front door. "Every spare minute I have, I spend with my son. Can you say the same?"

Carmen's cheeks go red. She knows he's alluding to her shopping trips and visits to the salon. Yeah, Frankie fucked up for a bit but Carmen has always had a spending problem.

She is furious but she drops her voice so it doesn't carry as he unlocks the front door and they push inside.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"What else is new?" he growls, tension high. "Just go to fucking bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

He and Carmen both end their bickering as they come around the corner to see you in front of the television. It's on low in the background while you read your textbook.

You've been babysitting his son Luca for months now. Always on time, always cheerful, always thankful when he drives you home. You're doing your masters in education. You talk about your future with the kind of hope Frankie used to at your age.

Carmen doesn't even say hello. She just rushes upstairs to their bedroom and slams the door behind her. Frankie winces at the sound and you start, dropping your book.

"Oh hi Mr Morales," you say cautiously. "I didn't realize you were home. Luca is already asleep."

Frankie gives a wan smile, striding over and grabbing your fallen textbook. He shoves it into your hand, smiling down at you.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Ready for me to take you home?"

He watches you gather up your bag and books, eyes floating away when you bend over to grab one of the books under the couch.

He walks you to the truck, waiting until you have your seatbelt on before turning over the engine.

You don't live too far but Frankie always drives you home at night. He doesn't trust the big bad world outside his doorstep, especially not with a sweet thing like you.

You chat about Luca the entire drive and Frankie is pleased to hear that his son was well behaved.

It's not until Frankie parks in front of your apartment building that you suddenly grow somber. You want to say something, that much is clear. But he sees the hesitation in you. Sees the way that you gnaw at the corner of your mouth in concern.

"What's up?"

"I'm sorry I know this probably isn't my place," you blurt. "But Is everything okay Mr. Morales? You seem off."

He's heartened in the delicate way you speak to him. Maybe that's why he lets it all spill out without thinking.

"Uh no, actually. Apparently I'm a terrible father," Frankie says with a humorless laugh.

"What? No you're not!"

He's surprised by how emphatically you say that. He glances up to see the sheen to your eyes and his heart lurches.

"I've been your babysitter for months now and I've seen how you are with your son," you tell him, coming to shuffle so close to him on the bench seat of the truck that he feels your thigh press against his.

When he turns his head he can see the size of your quickly expanding pupils.

"You're the most wonderful father I sit for," you say passionately. "You know Luca says that? He tells me every night when I tuck him into bed that he's so happy you're his Daddy."

For some reason this comment is what breaks Frankie. Knowing how his son feels about him. The kindness you're showing him. The quiet comfort just being near you brings him. He isn't thinking when he lets his forehead fall to your shoulder, eyes wet with tears.

He doesn't even take time to think of how inappropriate this is but you hold him regardless, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders. When he feels your gentle embrace he clings to you, tears spilling from his eyes as you whisper soothing words of comfort.

"You're a good Daddy," you say as he nudges his face into your shoulder. He feels your fingers glide through his hair soothingly. "So good."

At the sound of Daddy in your hushed voice at his ear Frankie feels his traitorous cock lengthen in his jeans. He jerks back slightly in shame, pulling his face from your neck and gazing at you, suddenly affronted with a very disturbing fact.

You're incredibly attractive.

He's never realized how enticing you are. Sure you're a good looking woman, but he's never noticed how your breasts fill out your sweatshirt until just now. Maybe he's forced himself not to notice.

What the fuck are you thinking?

You're just sitting there beside him in the truck with a concerned look in your face. He feels disgusting for thinking of you in that way when all you've tried to do is comfort him.

"You're the best Daddy," you say in a voice so sweet Frankie actually feels his cock twitch. His pulse ticks along with it as he watches you drag your tongue over your lower lip.

You don't even realize what you're doing.

And as if in a trance Frankie watches his own hand go to yours. You make a little sound of surprise when he takes your wrist in his grip, tugging gently. Your arm goes limp, allowing him to guide your hand between his legs. He drags your slack fingers over his hard cock overtop his jeans.

He watches your eyes widen in surprise, fingers trembling as you realize what's happening.

"S'okay," he reassures you. "Go ahead."

He urges your hand underneath his boxers, eyelids fluttering when your tentative fingers graze the head. But he is silent when you begin stroking him with gentle tugs.

Fuck that feels good. It's been months since he and Carmen have fucked. She's so mad at him so often he's often forced to find his relief in the shower most mornings, coming against the tile with a whimper.

He feels his hips jump when the tip of his head begins to bead with precome and you use it to aid in your strokes. He sees you staring at him, aroused and flushed.

He watches your delicate hand wrapped around him, fingers not even able to span the entire width of him. He sees his cocks rosy head appear and disappear with every stroke of your sweet hand.

It looks debauched.

He should stop you.

"So big," you say softly, eyes wide on Frankie's burning face as your hand works over his weeping cock.

"Ever seen one this big before?"

You shake your head, blushing prettily. Frankie smiles gently at this, head tilting forward as he watches you jerk him off.

She's my babysitter. I'm married. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Frankie pulls your hand off of him gently, his palm sliding up your spine. He feels as you quiver under his touch and his balls tighten.

"Should stop," he says breathily heavily. You don't say anything, but he thinks you look disappointed.

Unconsciously his hand goes to your face, thumb trailing over your damp lower lip. He pulls it down gently, showing him your slick bottom teeth. For some reason this makes him groan.

He feels his breath catch when your mouth moves forward to capture his thumb in your mouth. His eyes are transfixed, watching as you suck the digit into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his.

Frankie moans gently when your tongue circles his thumb inside your wet mouth, the promise of more.

"You're such a good Daddy," you murmur from around his thumb, eyes growing heavy-lidded. Frankie glances around, thankful it's dark and that the parking lot of the apartment is deserted.

He slowly removes the finger, dragging it down over your lower lip, urging your mouth to part. His wide palm moves to the back of your head, carding through your soft tresses.

"Show Daddy how good," Frankie whispers.

You allow him to slowly guide your face to his cock, your tongue darting out to lick the beads of arousal already there in the slit. Frankie gasps at the sensation, hand tightening in your hair. He feels his cock aching when you turn your eyes up on him, smirking.

Frankie groans something in Spanish, his hand pressing firmer now against the back of your head. He relishes in the fact that you don't even hesitate to take him fully into your mouth.

Frankie let's out a string of garbled noises as he begins to thrust shallowly into your scorching mouth, sure not to overwhelm you. You take it all with your hands on his thigh, moaning in pleasure.

He lifts his hand from the back of your head, watching as you bob your mouth up and down his cock without direction. You feel eager and you twist your tongue, flicking the underside of the mushroom head of his cock.

You pull off only to lick at him, long rapid stripes like he's melting ice cream. Frankie listens to the wet sounds you make as you do this, feeling his spine tingle.

"You're doing so good," Frankie manages to get out between whimpers. "Fuck, your tongue is..Mmmm... Oh fuck, yeah you like sucking Daddy's cock don't you?"

You hum around his cock in approval before he feels your hand coming to the base of his cock and stroking. Frankie gasps raggedly at that, letting out little whimpers as he gets closer to his release.

"Daddy's gonna give you his come now," Frankie grunts out, hand back to your head, but just resting there. "And you're not gonna waste a drop, right babygirl?"

You pull off of him slowly, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to the glossy head of his cock.

"No Daddy," you tell him earnestly. "Gonna swallow it all for you."

Frankie stares at you as your mouth descends once against upon his cock, slipping him deep into your throat. Frankie cannot believe this is happening. That he's actually fucking the mouth of his babysitter and about to come down her throat.

This is so wrong. I'm sick.

You must sense his hesitation because he feels your head drifting.

"Want it Daddy," you gurgle from around his cock, eyes tilted up at him from his lap. "Please?"

Everything in Frankie comes alive at this request.

"Fuck yeah babygirl. Take all of Daddy's come. Uh huh, just like that. Yeah down that tight little throat. You suck Daddy dry."

Frankie finally comes with a shudder when you begin whimpering around his cock, pulsing into your waiting mouth as he cries out your name, his hips bucking into your mouth until they stutter to a stop.

You swallow every drop just like you promised.

He watches you slowly pull yourself off his slick cock, wiping your mouth delicately with the back of your hand. Your face is flushed, mouth slick and Frankie wants nothing more than to go up to your apartment and fuck you until morning.

"Goodnight Mr. Morales," you say with a soft smile.

Frankie can only offer a dazed nod and a scratchy goodbye as you exit the truck with your purse slung over one shoulder and your textbooks gathered into your arms.

He waits until you're safely inside the lobby of the building before he turns the truck on rumbles towards home. Home to his too-small house and his upset wife.

But at least he knows he's a good Daddy.

#frankie morales x you #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #catfish #pedro pascal smut #filthy smut #smut smut smut #smut #power imbalance #fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #francisco morales

[chososlittlecrybaby]

₊˚⊹♡ CALLING JJK MEN DADDY!

WARNINGS : spanking, back shots, missionary, dacryphilia, mean!nanami, squirting, size kink, choking, breeding kink, public sex, cunniligus. fingering, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, double penetration(sukunas part) pussy slapping.

GOJO, NANAMI, CHOSO, SUKUNA, GETO

GOJO SATORU

“Pretty girl.. you need to be quiet. Yaga is next door.” Gojo said, sliding his middle and ring finger through your wet folds. You grip onto Gojos hair, yanking it. “It’s hard to be quiet when you’re literally playing with my pussy.” You spat back. Gojo then stuck both of his fingers into your dripping cunt, taking his thumb and gently rubbing your clit. You became a mess in mere seconds. You slapped your hand over your mouth, squirming under Gojos touch.

“Stay still and stop moving.”

You shivered, his voice sending butterflies through your stomach. Gojo sped up his violent movements in your pussy. Tears started to come out of your eyes. You shut your legs, trying to catch your breath. “Open ‘em back up pretty girl” Just as he said that, He wiggled his fingers in your cunt. It took you over, you opened your legs and let out a loud moan, not giving a care in the world that Yaga was a wall away.

Gojo gave you a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You reached down to grab his wrist. “D-Daddy it’s t’much.” You whined. Gojo stopped all his movements. “The things you do to me girl” Gojo said, his dick now rising up against your back.

NANAMI KENTO

“D-Daddy I’m sorry!” You whined. Nanami slapped your ass again. Flesh turning red from the rough treatment. “Pretty girl, you know better than to act like that with me.” He said, hand coming down to your ass again. You cried, it hurts, but it hurts so good. “I-I’m sorry nami.. I won’t do it a-again!” You jolted mid sentence feeling nanamis hand slap your ass again. “Lay down f’me girl.” You turn over and lay on your back, spreading your legs open.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy.” He said, slapping your clit. “ you arched your back off the bed. Nanami takes his dick and lines it up with your cunt. He pushes in stretching you out instantly. “Ooh shit.” You moaned, going to rub your clit to ease the pain. “Daddy you’re so big!” You cried out when he began to move. “Fuck.” Nanami groaned and the tightness. “Gonna teach you some fucking manners.”

CHOSO KAMO

You grabbed on to chosos shoulders grinding your pussy onto his clothed thigh. “You got it mama.” Choso said, voice deep and reaching. You shook from the cold air in the room. “Choso I wanna cum.” You said pouting. “You wanna cum pretty girl? You think you deserve it?” He said, hands on your waist moving you faster on his thigh. “Yes daddy, please!” You said, tears in your eyes looking at him.

He took his hand, softly caressing your face. “Go ahead mama, make a mess on my thigh, show me how much of a slut you are.” Choso whispered in your ear. That’s all it took for you to crumble apart on his leg. You immediately squirted on his thigh. His sweatpants wet and his white tee.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You usually called him king, but today he was hitting your shit exceptionally good.

“Oooh, fuck! Daddy slow down!” You cried. Sukuna had both of your arms behind your back while giving you straight back shots. Both of his dicks filling you up real nice. Sukuna took one of his hands and grabbed your neck pulling you back towards his chest, while another hand went to play with your clit. You were a crying mess. “What a pretty sight to look at.” He said. You looked at yourself in the mirror displayed in front of you. For some reason, you came. The sight of you being manhandled and tossed around by the king of curses, made you cum.

SUGURU GETO

“Let me cum in you.” Geto said, watching you bounce on his cock. “Watching you bounce on my dick like this is making me wanna make you a mommy baby.” He grabbed your ass and slapped it. “D-Daddy you feel so good” you said, hips stuttering from the pleasure. “Fuck. Keep going girl.” You happily obeyed. You sped up your pace, not going too fast but not going too slow either.

The feeling was so good, you let out a loud moan before cumming on getos dick. Pussy tightening around him. Geto moaned. “Please cum in me daddy I need it!” You begged. “Okay pretty girl. Ima make you into a pretty mommy. Walking around with my children. Fuck.” Geto said, cumming deep inside you, not pulling out until all of his nut was deep inside you.

DIVIDERS FROM!!!

@cafekitsune

#black reader #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #nanami kento #ryomen sukuna #geto suguru #choso kamo #smut #filthy smut

[nicolezghostz]

☆𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧☆

𝘸𝘩𝘺'𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩?..

❥𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙮/𝙣 𝙞𝙨 18+

𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 - stoner!reader and William going AT IT, rough sex, smoking weed, William smoking weed, getting William high :), Williams HANDSS, foreplay, fingering, choking, mentions of past knifeplay/gunplay & past sexual encounters, crying during sex. Reader is specified as having female anatomy (might make a male or nb version if I have motivation!!)

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You’re sat in your bedroom, the room is filled with the musky stench of marijuana. The air is thick as you sat on your bed, a blunt in your hand as you take hit after hit.

You slowly start feeling the euphoric feelings that the drug has caused. Your senses are heightened, and your inhibitions are lowered as you feel the heat between your legs becoming stronger.

Your mind is clouded with sexual desire and lustrous thoughts. And Before you know it you’re already dialing the one person who can satisfy your deepest desires.

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘯..

The phone rings twice before he picks up, muttering a soft but bitter hello followed by incoherent mumbling.

“Hey William how are you.. uhm I-I have a questionn.. uhm c-can you come overrr?..” you said. Your words slightly slurred as you waited intensely for his response your heat aching and your mind clouded with lust.

You heard him sigh on the other end wondering what you wanted from him this time before he responded.

“Yea I’ll be there.. what’s wrong with you right now? Are you okay dear? Your speech is awfully slurred..” he said taking one last puff of his cigarette before putting it out, he could tell you were high.. but he needed to see it for himself.

You processed low but stern tone and his words for a few moments before speaking.

“Y-yeaa I’m fine.. when will you be h-here?..” you said, anticipating his arrival.

William sighed but then said “I’ll be there in 15 minutes, love” he said before jamming the phone back into the receiver, he pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment but then got up. He Muttered as he got his jacket on. William got into his car and started it he turned on the radio and started to drive.

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William was a few minutes away. You stumbled you way to the couch and sat on it, phone in hand was you waited for him. Your other hand on your thigh as your fingers twitched, and while you fiddled with them you kept anticipating Williams arrival.

A few moments later You heard a knock on the front door. You slowly got up and stumbled to the front door. Your hand trembling from excitement.

You opened the door and saw the familiar face of William afton. His tall and slightly scary stature quickly came in and closed the door quickly before looking down at you.

“You’re high aren’t you?. Dammit Y/N.. what do you want right now?” He said, His voice stern and full of slight disappointment.

“I-I just need you..” you said as you looked up at him, your eyes begging for his touch.

He sighed but then replied, slightly convinced by your puppy eyes.

“Are you sure about this dear?..” he said, making sure you were okay for what he was about to do.

“Pleaseee..” you said desperately as you clutched onto his white dress shirt.

William took your hand and led you back to your bedroom, making sure you don’t trip or knock into anything.

Once he stepped in he was quickly overcome with the musky stench of marijuana, but he then pushed you on the bed leaning down slowly to caress the fat of your thighs.. slowly moving up from your thighs to your stomach. And then feeling your breasts. Making sure to grasp at them and squeeze them teasing and manipulating your nipples through your shirt with his long and slender fingers. You made sure to slowly take off your shirt, leaving your chest bare for him to see.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the moment. You felt intoxicated from not only the drug, but by William.. one of his large hands slowly caressed up from your breast and then to your neck. His hand slightly squeezed on and off, he enjoyed teasing you. Making you feel like putty under his touch. William slowly came up to kiss you.

The kiss was rough but passionate, you melted into his touch pathetically. But You then felt the warmth of his tough slip into your mouth, you could barely do anything under him. You felt so helpless but so aroused. You then took off your pants.. leaving you only in your panties.

You remember all the times you and William had sex, your mind clouded with the memories of him pleasuring you. Feeling his knife against your throat as he pounded into you at an animalistic speed while you laid there helplessly. Tasting the metal of his loaded handgun as he forced it in and out of your mouth. All the times you cried under him. You just melted under his touch.. William then let go of the kiss.

You then felt one of Williams hands reach under your shirt. His hands caressing your stomach before reaching up to your tits. As he squeezed and played with them softly and slowly. You then slowly reached to your blunt. Picking it up gently before taking a hit and putting it up to Williams mouth.

He took a hit, inhaling it before blowing the rest into your face. William then took another.. before kissing you, the smoke still in his mouth as he passed it to you. William took another, and then another. Euphoria filling his body as he started to get rougher with you.

“I need you so badly my dear..” he said. Lust clouding his mind as he started to unbutton his dress shirt. Quickly getting it off before kissing and sucking your neck roughly, you heard his little growls as he listened to your whimpers.

He quickly took off your clothes. He didn’t care if he was being rough he 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 you.

William quickly picked you up and put you on his lap, one of his large and rough hands clasped into your hip. The other slowly slipped under your panties as he slowly but surely started rubbing your clit. Taking joy in listening to your whimpers and soft moans as he kept going. He then slid to fingers into you, going gently as to not hurt you. Yet. He kissed and sucked on your neck as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of your aching heat.

He started to go faster to your dismay. You started to squirm in his lap, mewling as he want faster and faster. his fingers drilling in your g-spot over and over again. As you could only whine from the constant stimulation on your aching clit and g-spot

“Such a fucking whore.. are you fucked dumb already?..” he spat out, his voice almost like a growl as he kept his fast pace with his slender fingers.

William then put his hand over your mouth, pushing the two fingers he used on your aching clit into your mouth.

“Suck on them.. show me how much of a slut you are” he growled out. His fingers inching down your throat trying to make you suck on them. And as you started to get to work on his fingers his other fingers went faster in your poor little hole.

Your hands clung onto his arm to support your body as he fucked his fingers knuckles deep into your hole, clenching around him in a needy grip with your ecstasy dripping down from your hole onto his thighs.

"Cum for me, pretty thing, wanna see you cum on my fingers.. I know you wanna," he said, curling his fingers once more before you saw white, clutching onto his arm, his face in the crook of your neck you saw his fingers pull out of your spent hole as he then licked up your slick.

“That was barely anything my love.. yet your shaking like a frightened little bunny.” He said, nearly taunting you with his words as he toyed with you.

William then placed your spent body gently on the bed. You looked up at him with puppy eyes as he slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers. His hard and aching manhood sprung out, He could feel how he throbbed against the steamy yet musky marijuana infused air as he looked down at you. Drinking in the sight of your flushed body.

William pushed your panties to the side, making sure your hole is slick enough, as he lines up his length with your hole. Running it up and down your slit, as the then sheathed himself inside you. Listening to your whines as he did.

his hands held onto your waist as he pushed himself deeper into your pussy. All you could do was let out whimpers and low cries as he started to pound into you. 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 and 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧.

You're limp in his hold as he bounced you on his dick, your hands clutching onto his shoulders, your slick running down his legs and onto the floor. Double the force, double the pleasure. Your tongue is hanging out of your mouth as he pounds into you, William only ignored your cries and whines as he kept going.

You were fucked dumb. no words could come out or your mouth, only whimpers and high pitched moans. You started to feel the knot in your stomach tightening, hearing and feeling Williams thrusts go faster but sloppier. He suddenly put his hand on your throat, squeezing as he growled and grunted out guttural moans. You knew he was close enough, as you watched him above you as tears streamed down your pretty face.

You felt yourself come undone underneath him. Almost screaming when your climax hit your poor spent body. Your legs shaking as he kept going.

his eyes shut as he landed one final thrust inside you, his tip rammed into your cervix. His tip twitched as he unloaded his seed into you, painting your pretty walls white with his seed. <33

☆ A/N!

This is probably really sucky so I’m sorry!! This is my first time writing smut and my friend gave me motivation to finish this!! I’m not good at writing/punctuation so I’m sorry!! :D

- sincerely,

☆Nicole

#william afton smut #william afton #filthy smut #fnaf smut #smut #☆Nicole speaks the truth!! #fnaf #fnaf william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you

[miuwrld]

Jungkook headcanons pt2 pls ??? 🥹🥹

you asked and you shall receive ;))

smut under the cut!!

chaconne by enhypen inspired…

jungkook really loves to go insane for his girlfriend and he expects the same thing back. he wants his girlfriend to tease him, as much as he’ll say and complain about how much of a tease you are, he loves it. especially if you’re a good dancer!!

the dimly lit room of the living room making the mood more intense, the only thing lighting the room is the warm candle and the mood lights near the kitchen. you’re good at dancing, your body moving to the song distinctly playing in the background. only you are filling his senses, the sight of you body rolling, the smell of you, the music filling his ears..he wants to touch you so bad. but he loves being able to not do something; when someone tells him he can’t do something, he just wants to prove them wrong and work hard. so, not being able to touch you has him going crazy. your playful smirk as you begin to crawl towards his already spread legs. his body is trying to not just get up and fuck you so hard. you roll your hips seductively and get up so you can sit on his lap. he looks up at you, his hands lightly grazing your skin as you sit.

“don’t” you whisper as you grab his hands.

jungkook bites his lip, looking at you attentively as you grind your hips on his clothed dick. his mouth opened in slight pleasure. it’s good but not enough, it feels like he deserved more. jungkook grazed your back once again, which you ignore until he bucks up into you.

“jungkook…” you warn

“what?” he asks teasingly.

“you made a deal, no touching” you remind him as the music slowly fades.

“ i can’t. you’re too sexy” he says as he grabs your face closer to his.

his lips are suddenly on you, your lips moving with his in unison in such a passionate way that you move your hips on him once again. he pulls away, grabbing you so he could put you on the couch. you give up and let him, his playful grin still on his face as he leans towards you.

somehow, time has blurred into a mesh of your moans and his groans. jungkooks thick fingers plunge into your repeatedly in a pace that’s so sensual and hot. his mouth focusing on your clit, and his fingers working in and out of you make you feel overwhelmed in such a beautiful way. jungkook’s head game is no joke, he puts so much energy into it because he wants you to feel good. he groans against your pussy, the vibrations making you feel so damn good. you can’t help but pull his hair.

“might cum , ‘kookie” you whine out.

hearing that makes him pull out his fingers only so he can fuck you with his tongue and rub your clit. he continues this until he feels you pulse against him. with a loud moan, you cum all over his face. you ride out your high as his tongue repeatedly fucks into you. once you try to push him off, he grabs your thighs and continues licking all over you.

“kook please stop” you whine out.

he pulls away after licking his last stripe and wipes his jaw with the back of his hand.

“i could do this for hours baby”

#jungkook headcanons #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jeon jungguk #jungkook #jungkook jeon #bts headcanons #bts smut #bts #bts army #bts jimin #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts v #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x female reader #filthy smut #kpop

[adoresbutlers]

TROUBLE

Austin butler x reader

request : “Smut where y/n accidentally gives Austin a boner during filming and it is impossible to hide literally leaving nothing to the imagination in his tight leather pants and baz has to call cut and tell him he better go sort himself out. To say the least Austin is so embarrassed and is trying his hardest (excuse the pun) to cover himself because he might as well just have no pants on the amount of detail you can see. Maybe y/n goes to help ease his embarrassment and problem. 😉” - @cchl

a/n: i have no idea why i love this concept so much but i do. enjoy <3 austin has black hair in this because it just makes sense. twisted it around just a smidge but i hope it’s to your liking, dove !

warnings : pure smut, dom!Austin x sub!reader. mentions of daddy kink, dirty talk, use of pet names. fem!reader.

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The Elvis movie production has been doing fairly well; Austin had been ripping through his lines and singing his heart out by now. You couldn’t help but be proud of your long-term boyfriend as you watched him become engulfed with his role as he’s done countless times before. Baz knew what he had been doing with casting Austin for the Elvis role, but you weren’t thinking of it in the way that he was. A chance to see your boyfriend in the most lavish of replica Elvis outfits, tight but still so loose. Being on set with him every time because he insisted you were his good luck charm was definitely paying off.

You had been helping Baz around set all day, something he suggested you’d do instead of sitting in Austin’s chair bored out of your mind all day. It took a while for you to actually spot Austin due to constantly running around, another hour going by until you finally had a break. He started filming the ‘68 comeback special when you finally notice why Austin had been in the dressing room for hours on end. You practically gawked at the god in front of you, already being ordered around with places he would stand and how loud to sing. God, you could stare at that man all day when he was dressed as Elvis.

“Earth to Y/N? I asked you to go fix his hair.” Baz had spoken up, waving a steady hand in your face making your boyfriend chuckle in your direction. He knew what these outfits did to you, you made the mistake of telling him and you knew just exactly what he’d been thinking.

“Yeah. I’ll go just- do that right now.” You stammered, making your way over to where he had been standing and getting on your toes to make that one stray hair fall into place and back into his gelled quif of hair. In your haste, you managed to drop the hairspray bottle and in a hurry to pick it up, you bent down in front of him, making the black dress skirt you’ve been wearing to snake up your waist giving him a perfect view of your ass just about. And the fact you hadn’t been wearing any sort of underwear underneath. Something you had no idea about, you were too much in a rush to get ready for the day to think apparently.

You sighed with relief as you finally got the bottle only to be met with lust filled blue eyes as soon as you met his height again. You furrowed your eyebrows, oblivious to the fact that you’ve just given him a show.

“Princess, don’t move.” He warned, grasping onto your wrist. You had no idea why but as your eyes trailed down to his hips, you realized what you had just did making a pink tinted blush arise to your cheeks. You did as he told you, trying to scramble and think of an excuse to get him alone in that moment.

“What’s taking so long?!” The stage manager had called out to you two who both sported rosy cheeks with sheer embarrassment.

You tried to speak but Austin squeezed your wrist tighter signaling for you to let him handle it. You were far too flustered to come up with any words other than gibberish and he knew that. “Mind if we take a little five? Don’t feel good.” He practically blurted out, not waiting for any sort of confirmation back before pulling you into his dressing room and locking the door behind him.

“Jesus Christ, baby. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” His eyebrows furrowed this time, holding your wrist still and used it to pin your arm against the door above your head. Your eyes went wide, you now understood why he had gotten so worked up.

You and Austin had a pretty healthy sex life to say the least, it was really the only way he could settle down after a long day on set and you always happily obliged. You wouldn’t be surprised if in your hurry to put on clean clothes if you had just forgotten. “I-I must’ve forgotten. I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to-.” He didn’t let you ramble on any further before he crashed his lips into yours, ripping the buttons of your dress shirt so he could throw it on the floor in a hurry. He didn’t care if you didn’t have any clothes to go back out there with, he wanted you and wasn’t letting you get away.

“You can never get enough of daddy’s cock, can you baby? Have to tease me at work like this.” He whispered lowly in your ear, his voice still leaking with that southern twang that he couldn’t shake away for the life of him. You definitely weren’t complaining. His hand slowly snaked up your thigh, a finger dipping into your glistened folds making him grunt at the touch. “Good girl.” He spoke in a lower whisper against the shell of your ear, his free fingers fumbling with the zipper to your skirt, letting the material fall to the floor.

With just as much ease, your bra hit the floor in no time, leaving you exposed while his suit had still been on, his print now too prominent to ignore. He took your chin in his hand, tilting it up ever so slightly so you were looking up at him as he rubbed your skin with his thumb. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, baby. We don’t have much time so you’re gonna be a good girl and take what i give you, yeah?” He softly spoke, your head nodding almost right away, so entranced with your boyfriend to care if anyone heard. He was too pretty like this to resist or even try to push him off.

You watched with eager eyes as he unzipped the suit, revealing a sight you could never get tired of. His boxers had followed suit not long after, falling to the floor to reveal him fully erect. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor in front of him before you even got the chance to take him in. You dropped down to your knees in front of him, earning a chuckle from above as Austin admired how much of his spell you were under to follow his every command without any question.

“Open, pretty girl..” He muttered above you, running his thumb along your bottom lip opening your mouth for you before you could even act. You leaned forward, taking his tip in your mouth, looking up at him through your eyelashes to see if you had the permission to go further. With a simple nod, your tongue started to twirl around his tip, your hand coming up to wrap around him to help keep him in place.

He groaned from above you, dipping his fingers in your hair to keep any pieces from falling onto your face and ruining his view. You continued your movements down further until he hit the back of your throat, forcing your hand down to lay on your thigh. “Doing so good for me.” He trailed off into a moan as you managed to take all of him in your mouth without any ounce of hesitation.

You began to bob your head up and down, hallowing your lips out as you stuck your tongue out so he’d get as much stimulation as you could. He never understood how you got so good without very little of his guidance since you had been a virgin before he met you but he definitely wasn’t complaining or in the mood to question it.

Before he let your movements go any further, he tapped your chin for you to open your mouth, letting him go with a pop. A strand of your own drool dripped down your chin, your lips red from the very little time you were down on the floor, Austin knew he couldn’t resist you any longer in that moment.

“Up.” He ordered, you got up instantly and didn’t regret it as he bent you over the small couch that was in the room, tapping your legs open slightly to gain him more access. His one hand rested against the headrest of the couch, his other lining himself up between your folds, pushing himself in with ease. He moaned as you instantly tightened around him as he started to thrust his hips slowly. You whimpered at the pace, wanting more, needing more of him and he knew it. That’s why he hasn’t given into his urges just yet, he loved teasing you every waking moment he got.

Within mere seconds, his pace quickened, making sure he was deeper into you with every quickened thrust. You were a whining mess for him at that point, just the way he liked you as filthy moans slipped past your lips. It didn’t take you much to fall apart as his hips became more violent, your fists white with how much you had been squeezing the side of the couch. You tightened around him again and he knew that you were close.

“Taking me so well, princess.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear before bunching up your hair and forcing your body up against his chest as his thrusts got way more brutal to the point that he had been pounding into you at that point in time. His hand snaked around your body to toy with your clit making you gasp before his other hand cover your mouth from the loud sound coming out.

“Cmon, darling. Cum for me.” He snarled in your ear, pressing a finger into your clit. That was just enough to do you in, releasing yourself all over him earning a rewarding chuckle from behind you. He hadn’t been far behind you, ramming himself into you one last time before letting himself go, making sure you felt it as he came in you for the first time making your whole body tense.

With a few slow thrusts, he finally pulled out, wiping the sweat from your forehead with a smirk. “Thanks for the motivation, baby.” Was all he spoke, a light kiss to your forehead following as he scrambled to get ready and meet Baz once again on set.

You definitely were teasing him on set again tomorrow. You had to for your sanity in the next year to come.

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A/N: hi once again loves!! the majority of this fic was written in the car so i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! <3 i hope i did y’all dirty minds justice.

perm. tag list:

@austinbutler4life @re3kin @goldenmarygio @theinvisiblecapricorn @anonymouslyuhtalking @mrs-butler @cchl @b-bradshaw @queen-multi-fandoms @kayla-mariieee @beingmelanie @apparently-sunshine @bella-law @datsavageavenger @smbonilla2002 @madilynnk @aliceforbes @gvnchhy

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[lostinsaltburn]

Almost The Same - A03

Dympna Devers x Felix Catton

Dympna Devers x Felix Catton

Explicit - 18+

5.5k words

There was that violent confidence that oozed from the stranger making its emergence again for the night. Felix couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath when he remembered again just how calmly the guy above him had snapped some guy’s finger only an hour ago. Acting like he had done nothing and just continued on with his night, chatting Felix up and now they were here, naked and laying on the bed, Felix getting covered in vicious painful little bite marks. His cock sensitive from the rough fabric constantly stretched and rubbing against him. His nipples felt like they’d turned a shade of deep purple with the incessant teasing. “As pretty as you look in these darlin’ , I think it’s time we move this along” he sat back on his thighs, finger’s roughly pulling the panties down Felix’s legs. Then he was naked, bare except the black mesh top, laid out, vulnerable to the stranger above him. “Even prettier now” he rumbled in that thick Irish accent.  Felix only squeaked in embarrassment the flush in his cheeks growing a deeper shade of red, cock twitching at the words before it was engulfed by the warm wet heat of the blonde’s mouth. Felix groaned, it was sloppy, messy, wet heat, spit dripping down his crotch settling in his pubes. God it felt so good, almost too good. The tight heat of the blondes throat constricting around the head of his cock as he swallowed him down.  He reached over to the bedside table, a bottle of lube sitting there from earlier, he shoved it down next to his hip, pushing it into the other man's hand. 

A03 Link - for more

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[dream0fschism]

the first time - simon ghost riley/reader (18+)

idk? i haven't had a tumblr in years. enjoy! warnings: smut, weapons, violence (but its sexy)

The first time Ghost took you, it was unexpected. 

You, whilst staring down the sight of your L96, felt the gentle pressure of his weight pressing into the spots behind your knees. You were in a prone position, leaned into the weapon in your hands that had been fixed securely to the window you set up from. 

The contact with your Lieutenant wobbled your focus, temporarily anaesthetising your senses until you came back to reality a few seconds later. 

“Roger,” you heard him say, purposefully clear for his superiors on the other end of the radio. You must have missed the communication in your moment of disorientation. 

His weight shifted upwards, until he was barely pressing himself against your backside as he leaned himself further into you, his mask brushing just against the spot behind your ear. When he spoke into your ear, low and gruff, shivers erupted themselves over every inch of your skin.

“Did you hear that?” He asked, something about his tone smug. He knew you hadn’t heard. He knew what he was doing to you – knew that you’d been dreaming of him fucking you senseless for weeks now. “Plenty of time before anyone shows up, Silver.”

Still, you said nothing. When you’d initially joined the squad three months ago, you were instantly drawn to his mystery. The Ghost, who never revealed his face, the one who doesn’t exist. All you’d known of him was his voice. You reckon that’s where your obsession first started. Watching him in combat, his finesse, locked you into his grip without him even having to try.

You never had to spell it out for him, you knew he’d noticed the way you would purposefully keep your gaze on his own for far too long; the tone of voice you’d speak to him in, so obedient and willing to submit to his every command – mission related or not. Sometimes you’d even brush yourself against him as you walked past, widen your legs slightly when you sat next to him to make brief contact. When you thought about it, you had become a terrible recruit. 

Meeting Ghost made you forget who you were before.

After weeks of teasing, this was the closest you’d been to getting what you were starving for all this time. And still you couldn’t bring yourself to use your words. Ghost had waited long enough, snatching the bun in your hair with such force that it undid itself and rolled out your braid. He wound your long plait around his hand, inching your head further backwards until his breath tickled the side of your throat.

“You listenin’?” His masked nose pressed into the side of your neck, causing your breath to hitch as he skimmed it along your jaw until he could once again speak into your ear. “Bout time I taught you a lesson, ain’t it?”

Ghost grunted when you kept silent, yanking the knot of hair in his hands. “Spent all that time being a filthy little tease and now you’re speechless? Fuckin’ predictable.” 

You felt him press himself hard into your ass as he laid his entire body onto your own, reaching his other gloved hand around to clasp onto your throat. The feeling of his stiff, throbbing length tracing along the spot between your cheeks was enough to send your heart into a frenzy – your pussy already a soaked mess beneath your layers.

In this position, you were helpless. Ghost was practically deadweighting as he began to rock himself into you slowly, using your body to please his thick cock. You relished in the movements, letting out a few quiet, broken whimpers as he rutted against you. Each time you shook, the ruffled blanket beneath you rubbed against your slit just enough to satisfy your untouched clit. But you needed more.

When Ghost came to a stop, releasing your neck and hair, he lifted himself from you and kneeled once again so you could move. You groaned at the absence of his body.

“Pull ‘em fuckin’ down,” he demanded, the gentle clink of him undoing his belt sending your stomach silly. 

You did as you were told, lifting your hips so you could manoeuvre your hands below and undo your cargos. As you shimmied them down your thighs with difficulty, desperate and hungry, Ghost quickly became impatient. You thanked the heavens when he smacked your hands away to grab the waistband himself and rip them down, along with your thong, over the curvature of your soft ass. He didn’t bother to take them off of you fully, leaving them bunched up around the middle of your thighs.

“Jesus fuck,” he spoke, observing your saturated hole. “Guess you really are the whore I thought you were.”

For a moment he played around with you, teasing your lips and lathering the tip of his cock with your wetness. Arching yourself higher, you begged for more without words. You’d expected him to slam into you, to be riddled with aggression. Instead, he sank himself inside with ease, and you sang out in pure ecstasy. 

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to get you on your own?” He asked, pushing your lower back down and touching your stomach to the ground, earning himself another cry from you. When you deliberately clenched around him, he sucked in a sharp breath. His other hand found the back of your head and shoved it into the floor too, holding it there as if to warn you. “Give me your hands,” he commanded, and you willingly twisted them behind you so he could grip your wrists with his free hand, keeping you in place just like you loved. “You better fucking stay like that.”

You did as you were told, thrilled by his control over you as he began pounding into you violently. His moans were growled out, frustrated, desperate. Maybe he’d wanted you just as bad this whole time.

“You want to be a whore for me? I’ll make you my fucking whore,” he practically snarled.

The room was filled with nothing but the harsh slapping of your bodies connecting, the sound of Ghost relentlessly fucking into you like you were nothing but a toy. You wanted to be his toy, to bend over and let him take you whenever he wanted. You’d even fantasised about him bouncing you on his cock in front of your whole team, everyone watching him humiliate and ruin you. You’d love that.

His fingers curled into your hair and squeezed, your scalp burning at the pull. You didn’t care, it felt amazing alongside the undeniable pleasure your core was experiencing. 

“I want to fucking hear you,” he instructed, giving slow, hard blows to your pussy for encouragement. “You hear me? Fucking scream.”

“Oh, fuck,” you broke, sobbing with delight. You couldn’t stop the euphoric tears from pooling into your eyes as you continued to cry out hopelessly at the mix of pleasure and pain. 

“Tell me this is what you wanted.”

“I wanted this,” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut. “I– oh, needed this.” You were fuck drunk at this point, slurring each word that left your lips. “I want – want to be your whore. So… bad. Please… let me.”

“Yeah, ‘atta girl,” he groaned, eyes rolling back. “Good fucking slut. I like it when you beg.”

You swallowed the pool of spit gathering in your mouth, some of it dribbling down and out of it. “Please… use me when you want.”

The man released your head after that, situating both of his hands at either side of your hips and squeezing hard as he pulled you back to match his thrusts. This felt unbearably good. You didn’t care that your clit was left untouched, you got off on being used alone, moaning each time his length would brush against the sensitive spot inside you.

Ghost slowed, before quickly pulling himself out of you. “Get on your back, now.”

Only now did you realise how much your body ached, the absence of pleasure bringing back your bearings momentarily. You got onto your elbows to roll yourself onto your back, lifting your legs as Ghost moved down to whip the trousers off of you completely. He didn’t bother with your boots, your hole was your only use anyway.

Taking each ankle in his gloved hands, he spread your legs wide and lined himself back up with you, before pulling you towards him and onto his cock once more. You both moaned in unison, then he released your ankles and leaned forward until his masked face was above your own. His cold, chocolate eyes bored into yours, studying your tear-stained expression. “Your tears are worth nothing to me, whore,” he stated, low and rough, which both intimidated and excited you. You bit your lower lip and bucked against the throbbing girth that filled you, aching to be ploughed into mercilessly once again. 

“Lift your shirt.” 

You did as you were told, of course, exposing your bra as you observed him unsheathing a small combat knife from its holder. You whined quietly, too hungry for his cock to wait any longer. “Please,” you tried.

“Shut up,” he growled, wiggling his hips slightly just to fuck with you. 

You held back another whine, tilting back your head and shutting your eyes. When you felt a cold metal dragging gently across your stomach, you squeaked and looked back  up. 

Your boss trailed his knife along your stomach. “The things I could do to you that nobody would ever know,” he said, watching the knife himself before flicking his eyes back onto you. “You couldn’t even stop me. And I don’t think you’d try, would you?”

You shook your head.

“I could smell it from a mile away, you know,” he told you, as the knife moved up and over your sternum. “Just how fucked you were. How much you’d love it if I pressed a knife to your throat. Put a barrel in your mouth.” The knife flicked upwards swiftly, making you gasp in shock, slicing the middle of your bra and exposing your breasts. The near miss exhilarated you. “I could kill you right now if I wanted to.”

His words lit a fire in your belly, made your toes curl at the idea of it all. You laid yourself back, arching into him once more and causing the blade to press harder into your skin. 

You wanted him to fuck you to death.

And then he thrusted into you, just like you wanted. Hard, rough, and borderline too painful but it didn’t matter. It felt like you were drugged up. And you were, on him. On his cock; on his control and power over you; on the idea of being just an object for him to abuse. 

You ended up with one of his hands on your throat with the other pressing a knife on the skin just above, hard but not enough to draw blood. You wanted him to cut you with it, on purpose if that’s what he wished. Maybe he would spill into you, slit your throat and be done with you. You wouldn’t mind it. You’d have served your purpose, lived your fantasy.

Those final thoughts did it for you, and you could do nothing to stop the white hot burn as you constricted around Ghost and coated him with your silky release. A pained noise left you as you unravelled, screaming and crying out whilst the ripples of pleasure wavered through you relentlessly. 

He continued to fuck you through this, not once slowing down for your sake. Even though you came, you cared more about feeling him fill you up with his seed. You could tell by his rhythm and the hot, throbbing sensation inside of you that he was going to come soon. And you couldn’t wait. 

The knife he held was thrown off to the side as he straightened himself to hold onto your thighs and brutally slam into you. You didn’t interfere, instead allowed him to have full control over your body as you went limp. 

“God,” he groaned. “What are you?” “I’m your filthy whore,” you answered, lifting your hands up to toy with your nipples as he watched. They were overly sensitive, so you moaned out as you did this. “That’s all I’ll ever be.” In a frenzy, Ghost grabbed both of your wrists and pulled you along easily as he threw himself backwards, hoisting you on top of him. Coiling his arms around you, he continued to fuck you ruthlessly as he constricted your waist with his muscular arms and forced you in place.

You had no choice but to slump your head into the crook of his neck, succumbing to the dreamlike state each slap of his pelvis pushed you deeper into. You breathed into his ear, trying to calculate what his reaction would be if you continued to whimper and weep for him.

You soon got your answer. The man you had longed for all this time tensed his muscles and emptied out his hot, thick sperm. As he came he continued to pump into you, slow and hard, coming down from his high and filling you with what you deemed an impressive amount of seed.

“Oh, my god,” you sighed out, basking in the feeling of being well and truly stuffed. 

As Ghost relaxed himself, you kept in your position. You wanted to enjoy it for a few more moments, wanted to keep his cock deep inside of you for as long as possible; breathe in his musky scent and listen to the sound of his thumping heart.

“You’ve no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.”

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