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valleyof-goldenlilies · 4 months

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The Gingerbread Kerfuffle - Modern! Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Seeking your husband's help in baking gingerbread turns out not be the roaring success you had hoped it would be.

Pairing: Modern! Daemon Targaryen x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: profanity, p in v sex, degradation, cunnilingus, spanking, overstim, tiddy play, rough sex, slight daddy kink if you squint, she/her pronouns used

Word Count: 1.75k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) Daemon girlies, you are up first 😋 i hope you enjoy!

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

“And what exactly is the difference between these two?” Daemon’s disgusted voice broke you from your focus as you focused on beating the milk and sugar. You sighed, turning to face Daemon as he held up the bag of flour and baking powder, looking confused.

Why in the Seven Hells did you think it would be a good idea to try and rope your husband into helping you to bake gingerbread cookies?

If it weren’t for the two twin girls soundly asleep upstairs in their beds, eagerly awaiting for your household’s traditional gingerbread cookies, you might have laughed until you woke the whole neighbourhood by now.

“This, my dearest husband,” you took the bag of flour from his hand, “Is the flour. Or all-purpose flour as we call it.”

“And what are its purposes?” Daemon inquired, a scowl on his face as his gaze flickered between the baking powder and flour.

You paused, “I…actually don’t know,” you admitted. “It’s just essential.” Daemon scoffed, “Darling, are you sure you know how to bake?” You shoot him a glare. “Who’s the one struggling to tell the difference between flour and baking powder, darling?” You moved to check on the mixture in the mixing bowl. Your husband came up behind you, hopefully not to ask another question about the difference and functions of baking ingredients.

Arms encircled you, as Daemon buried his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet floral scent. “You know…” Daemon murmured, hands creeping towards the front of your shorts. “I might not understand anything about baking, but you sure look sexy as hell while doing it.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, playing along as Daemon continued kissing your neck. “Daemon, the girls.”

“Won’t hear a thing,” Daemon concluded, trying to tug off your shorts. “As long as you’re quiet, darling.”

You smirked, pressing yourself up against him. A groan and his hardness pressing against you made you know you had succeeded, causing your smirk to widen. “Come on, darling, what do you say?” Daemon murmured, hands grazing over your pussy over your shorts. “Let me fuck you?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to consider it. “I say…help me roll up the dough into two balls, you dirty dog.” You spun around, pushing him off you gently.

Daemon raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips, looking not at all bothered by your rejection. “I know what other two balls you can play with-'' He laughed as you shoved the mixing bowl in his arms, looking at him sternly. “Less dirty talk, more rolling please. I’d actually like to get some sleep before having to wake up early to bake these tomorrow.”

“Yes, madam,” Daemon responded in a sly voice, as you narrowed your eyes at him.

The two of you made fast work of it, rolling the dough into two balls, before putting them in the fridge. You let out a sigh of relief as you began washing up the bowls in the sink, it was only 11 o’ clock, which meant that the two of you could get in eight hours of sleep before having to wake up tomorrow to bake the cookies.

When you finally finished washing up, you wiped your hands on the kitchen cloth, brows furrowing a little. It was quiet…too quiet.

“Daemon?” You called out, scanning the kitchen for your oversized man toddler. You had asked him to put the ingredients back into the pantry, but the man was nowhere to be seen. “Daem-“

You let out a squeal as strong arms scooped you up, bridal style. Daemon carried you like you weighed nothing more than a rag doll, briskly walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

“Daemon, what are you-“ you squealed again as he tossed you onto your bed roughly, immediately climbing over you and removing his sweatpants. “You think it’s funny, hmm?” Daemon lifted an eyebrow as he continued undressing himself, then moving to undress you. “Teasing me like a brat in the kitchen, acting all smart with me in the kitchen, like you’re better than me hmm?”

You stifled a giggle, coyly trailing a finger down Daemon’s abs. “Well, to be fair, you were the one who confused sugar for salt. I think I-“ You yelped as Daemon flipped you over onto your stomach, landing a harsh smack on your ass. “Not so feisty now, are we?” He taunted, spanking you again.

You choked on your breath as he continued spanking you harshly, but the inner brat in you refused to submit. “Says the man who doesn’t know the difference between a spatula and a whisk,” you mocked, sticking up your ass even more, leaning into his touch.

Daemon growled, hand landing on your ass so harshly that it made you yip in pain. He immediately moved to cover your mouth. “Shh, little whore,” he said condescendingly, smirking down at you. “Don’t want to wake the girls, don’t you?”

You were about to argue back, but then Daemon, clearly having had enough of your bratty attitude, thrust into you harshly from behind, making you scream into his mouth. He rubbed your back soothingly with the other hand, shushing you like you were a small child. “Shh, shh, I thought you said that we shouldn’t wake the girls, yes?” Daemon’s words were mockingly sweet, as he began pumping into you leisurely. He still kept his hand over your mouth, muffling any of your moans and cries as he fucked you. He groaned as you clenched tighter around him when he went faster, his hips snapping into yours. “Oh, the little whore likes it when I treat her rough like this, doesn’t she?” Daemon taunted, emphasising his words by thrusting into you when he called you a little whore. “Likes it when her daddy just fucks her with no care in the world, doesn’t she?”

You nodded eagerly, and Daemon smiled wolfishly at that, planting kisses down your neck down your spine. “Such a good fucking girl, mmm, all for me,” Daemon smacked your ass lightly a few times, groaning at the erotic sound of skin slapping on skin.

You felt a heated whisper against your ear, as Daemon grazed his lips against your ear, making you shiver. “And do you know what good girls get, sweetheart?” Daemon pulled back with a smirk as he watched you with mock pity. “Oh yes, my hand is still around your mouth. Tsk, how silly of me to forget.” He relished in the indignant “mmph!” noises he heard from you in response.

“I’ll tell you the answer, sweetheart,” Daemon said blandly, like he wasn’t currently ploughing into you right now with the vigour of a bull. “Good girls get to cum, sweetheart.” With that, his other hand went down to your swollen pearl, rubbing it with his thumb. He laughed as he heard your noises becoming more and more needy, letting out a sated sigh as he felt you cum on his cock, your walls tightening around him as you did.

“Oh, beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed you, taking note of how out of breath you were as he released his hand from your mouth. A smug smirk flickered on his lips. You were shaking so badly…

Too bad he wasn’t known for being “The Merciful” in the business world.

You yelped when Daemon flipped you over. Your back hit the cool sheets, but they provided little relief as Daemon seized your legs, forcing them to wrap around his waist as he continued thrusting in you. Cries of pleasure fell from your lips as Daemon’s hot mouth went to suck on your swollen, hardened nipples, biting them lightly and delighting as you writhed under his tongue.

“I can’t come again, Daemon, please,” you cried out, as Daemon’s pounding grew more and more intense and you felt the familiar coil in your stomach again. Daemon released your nipple with a wet pop, and looked menacingly into your eyes.

“Yes, you can. You little slut.”

Daemon lowered his mouth back onto your heated, sweaty skin again, this time devoting his attention to your neck and collarbone, while his hands came up to play and fondle with your tits, squeezing them. You let out a strangled moan as you came again, as Daemon flicked his thumb at your hardened bud.

You had hoped that Daemon would let you go after that, but your husband had other plans. Your head initially lolled back against the pillows in exhaustion, but it snapped up again as Daemon spread your legs even wider. “What…”

A wicked grin was all you saw before Daemon dived between your folds, eagerly licking up your wet, swollen slit “No, no, no more,“ you cried out, hips bucking off the bed as you tried to pull yourself away from his hot, needy mouth, but firm hands gripped your hips tightly, preventing you from moving an inch more.

You were always the sweetest thing Daemon had ever tasted, and he especially loved eating you out after your orgasms, with your legs shaking and barely managing to keep a hold of your sanity as he ravished you with his mouth.

When you felt his skilled tongue flicking at your clit, you could feel your orgasm approaching again, your body trembling in preparation for it. “Daemon, I can’t, I can’t-“ A strangled moan tore from your throat as you came, squirting Daemon’s face and tongue with your juices. Daemon chuckled darkly against your folds, refusing to stop until he had licked up every trace of your cum.

Exhausted after the three orgasms wrung from you, you collapsed back on the pillows. You felt a finger running along your overstimulated slit, as Daemon pulled himself up to you again, kissing you sweetly, a stark contrast from his former ravenous, wicked demeanour.

Daemon pushed his finger into your mouth, giving you a simple command. “Taste yourself, darling.” Your tongue hesitantly darted out, sucking your own juices off his finger. A sigh emerged from your lips, and Daemon smiled, kissing your forehead. “Is it over now?” you mumbled softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Mmm,” Daemon hummed, looking down at your blissed out, fucked out state. “I think you’re forgetting something, darling.”

You opened your eyes, looking confused. Eyes darting to the clock on the wall opposite your bed, your brows furrowed. “Merry…Christmas, love?”

Daemon burst out laughing, hand trailing down to play with your nipples again. “Not that, darling,” he whispered, a devilish grin on his face. “I still haven’t come yet, haven’t I?”

Oh, fuck.

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valeskafics · 1 year

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“What's Your Number?” - Aegon Targaryen x Reader Modern AU, Part 1 of ?

Summary: Apparently, according to Cosmo, your body count does matter.

TW: profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, hoe era y/n

Word Count: 1,972 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

HOTD Taglist: @jamespotterismydaddy @ietss @revory @floswife @its-halleys-comet @ad-astra-again @themelancholyhour @michaelcliffordbrokeintomyhouse @ur-local-asseater

It’s a fact of nature. You have horrible luck with men. Every relationship or fling you’ve had has led to some form of disaster or heartbreak. You thought your luck had changed with your current boyfriend, Will Tyrell. A vegan, a cycling enthusiast, an all-around nice guy and fairly decent in bed. He hasn’t woken up yet when the sun starts filtering through your blinds, so you take the chance to slide out of bed, brush your teeth and hair, and put on some light makeup before sliding back in, just as he wakes up.

“Wow,” Will grins, “You always look so great in the morning.”

“Do I? Aww, thanks, I’ll go make breakfast,” you smile, pecking him on the lips.

You get out of bed for real this time, pull on a tee shirt and panties, and walk into the kitchen. You call out to your boyfriend as you start cooking.

“Hey, so,” you brace yourself, “I was thinking maybe you’d wanna be my date to my sister’s wedding,” you pause before adding, “There’s gonna be a vegan alternative.”

Will comes out of your room, pulling on a shirt, looking at you curiously, “Mmm, I dunno. Are your parent’s gonna be there?”

You look at him for a long moment before answering, “At my sister’s wedding? I think so.”

“I dunno, I just don’t think we’re really there yet,” Will says, giving you quick slap on the ass as he grabs some breakfast and pulls on his pants.

“Well, it kinda felt like we were serious last night when you were doing me from behind,” you snark angrily.

Will at least has the decency to look sheepish. For a moment. Then he offers for you to call him up anytime you wanna just “hook up”.

The asshole offers you a fist bump as you exit. Why did you even date this douchebag again?

Oh, right. You wanted a date for your sister’s wedding. Look how that turned out. You watch your ex leave down the stairwell and the door to your across the hall neighbor’s apartment opens. First, a woman, you’ve never seen before walks out, holding her heels in her hand doing the quintessential walk of shame. You nod at her in acknowledgement. And then… Your neighbor pops up. The familiar blonde gives you a smirk at seeing you standing in just a short tee shirt and your underwear at the door. You scoff and eye his own outfit - or rather, lack of. The man is completely naked, only a dishtowel covering his crotch as he munches on an apple. He eyes you up and down with an almost wolfish grin. You might just go across the hall and strangle him.

His deep voice, husky with sleep, calls out to you, “Morning, 6C. Rough night?”

"6D," you say stiffly before slamming the door shut.

To put it quite simply, Aegon Targaryen is the biggest cunt of a neighbor you could ever ask for. You’ve known the guy for years, having gone to school with his younger brother, Daeron. Hell, you even dated his other brother, Aemond. But Aegon was older, though, and you didn’t ever really associate with him. Somehow, now he’s this annoyingly constant presence in your life, driving you up the wall. Always grabbing his morning paper completely naked, only a dishtowel covering him. Loud sex at all odd hours of the day. That stupid fucking smirk always painted across his pretty stupid face.

You keep things pleasant enough with him, of course. You put his mail by his door whenever it gets delivered to you by mistake. If you see his golden lab, Sunfyre, and he’s not around, you always give him a quick head rub.

You get ready for work, putting on a blouse and a pencil skirt with heels, doing your hair and making sure that despite your breakup this morning, you look 100% professional. You walk out to the elevator and see none other than Aegon, standing there waiting for it as well. He turns to you and lets out a low whistle.

“Well, I would actually want to work in an office if you were there everyday. I gotta say, you’re doing that top a favor-”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

Aegon shrugs and grins to himself, lighting a cigarette, “So hostile. Sorry about your breakup, by the way.”

You ignore him and turn on your heel, “I’ll take the stairs.”

Aegon chuckles and calls out as you leave, “Bye, Princess.”

When you get to work, your boss calls you into his office. You look at your coworkers in excitement. Maybe you’re finally getting the promotion you’ve been working your ass off for!

No dice. Your very shitty day just got shittier.

“Fired? Mr. Targaryen-”

“Y/N, please call me Daemon.”

“Daemon, what the fu-”

“Aht, aht, aht,” he grins, pressing a finger to your lips, “No cursing in the office, little one.”

Oh, this fucking guy.

“We’ve had to make lots of painful cuts.”

“Who else is getting fired?”

“Well, for now… Just you, little one. It’s been a pleasure working with you,” as he walks away, he gives your ass a light smack, “I’ll be happy to be one of your references.”

Your jaw drops as he walks away. Two ass slaps in one day? You’re feeling somewhat fucking murderous at this point.

After work, you drag yourself to a bar where you’re meeting your sister, Y/S/N, and her friends, Mysaria and Alys.

Mysaria starts reading out of a Cosmo article she has pulled up on her phone, “Oh my gods, did you guys know that apparently, if you’ve had more than thirteen partners, your chances of getting married get halved?”

You laugh at Mysaria’s stupid comment, “That’s ridiculous. As if they can prove that.”

She shoves the article in your face and it has actual fucking statistics for it. It seems like this is, in fact, a legit phenomenon.

Your eyes widen and you turn to the girls, smiling awkwardly, “So… What are your body counts?”

Your sister replies first, “Oh, only Eddie.”

“What the-”

“Three,” Alys says simply.

“Seven,” Mysaria speaks up, “What’s yours, Y/N?”

Your mind starts racing as you try to add up how many guys you’ve slept with. You think you might puke.

1. Robin Tully, your classmate who you actually lost your virginity to (who in fact had a crush on Y/S/N)

2. Aemond Targaryen, your first boyfriend who you planned on losing your virginity to

3. Gendry Baratheon, the guy who sold you weed in college.

4. Corey Martell, who you were so drunk you hardly even remember

5. Gareth Hightower, the guy you dated honestly don’t remember when

6. Jace Velaryon, the hot guy you met on vacation and had a week long fling with

7. Jason Lannister, your first serious boyfriend after Aemond who was a total slob

8. Kai Neharis, the super hot Tyroshi rebound you got with during your study abroad program

9. Daeron Targaryen, your best friend from high school who you fucked at the 5 year reunion

10. Cregan Stark, the gorgeous Northern guy you pretended to have a Northern accent around

11. Johnny Arryn, a Tinder match who you fucked and never called back because he was so clingy

12. Will Tyrell, the boyfriend who said you “weren’t serious”

“Twelve,” you mumble weakly.

The girls gasp.

“Okay, you know what?!” you stand up, raising your shot glass, “I’m not opening these legs for another guy until I’m sure he’s the one. Number 13 is gonna be the one! Number 13 is gonna be my husband!”

“To thirteen,” they all laugh and cheer.

Soon, you run out of drinks and you go up to the bar, only to be approached by…

Daemon Targaryen grins, “Of all the gin joints in the world.”

“Of all the cliches in the world,” you sigh and retort, ordering your drinks.

“I didn’t know you’d take getting fired so badly, little one,” Daemon coos in your ear.

You cringe, “Nope. Here with my sister. Also, I don’t have to laugh at your jokes anymore. You’re not my boss.”

He throws his head back and laughs, “Let me cover these,” he gestures to your drinks, “I feel really bad about today.”

You shrug, “Really? Go ahead. Can’t afford ‘em anyway.”

He smirks, eyeing you up and down when you walk away. The night wears on, you and your sister and friends get more and more drunk. You have fun.

And then, you wake up.

In your bed.

A blonde head of hair beside you.

13. Daemon Targaryen, your most recent conquest, and your former boss

You turn and nearly scream into your pillow before running into the bathroom and calling your sister, “I slept with my ex-boss!”

Her tone is questioning as she responds, “Alicent?”

“No! The job I just got fired from!”

“You got fired?”

You groan, “Why did you let me do this???”

Your sister scoffs, “Hey, when I tried to get you to come home last night, you spit on me. But congratulations,” she teases you, “You said thirteen is your husband.”

She hangs up and you growl to yourself, poking your head out and seeing Daemon still asleep. He slowly wakes up and runs a hand through his hair. You know, maybe he’ll do… He’s not bad looking.

Then he calls out, “Little one? You in the loo still? I need to give Caraxes a wee if you know what I mean,” he chuckles to himself.”

Did he nickname his penis… After a dragon?

Nope. You’re not marrying this guy. Nope, nope, NOPE!

You leave the bathroom and scuttle into your kitchen. You stand there, contemplating how the fuck to get out of this situation. Then, some time must have passed because you’re met with yet another slap on the ass.

“You make coffee?”

You cringe before turning around and giving Daemon a strained smile, “There’s a Starbucks on your way to work.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” he says, turning on your TV and sitting down, “You get the newspaper?”

“Nope.”

There’s a knock at your door. You open it to see a very shirtless Aegon, holding your newspaper.

“Mornin’,” he grins, peering in and seeing none other than Daemon, “Oh, no fuckin’ way-“

“That’s not mine,” you say, grabbing the paper and tossing it down the stairs.

Aegon slides past you and into your apartment, “Anyway, I locked myself out of my apartment. Keys, wallet, the whole shebang. Can I use your phone, Princess?”

You can tell he’s trying to give you an out. You sigh in relief.

“Suuuuuure! Let me get that! You know,” you turn to Daemon, “6D here really needs my help.”

“He knows my name.”

“So, Daemon,” you clap your hands together, “Maybe we’ll see each other later.”

“How about dinner tonight?” Daemon, rests his hands on your hips.

“We have that tenant’s meeting tonight.”

You look at Aegon thankfully, “Right! The meeting. Goddamn. But you know, I’ll call you!”

Daemon nods before grabbing you and planting a very long kiss on your lips, unneccesarily so, before walking out the door, “Bye, little one. Aegon.”

As he leaves, he bumps into a woman exiting Aegon’s apartment.

You turn to Aegon with your eyes narrowed, “You think the chick leaving your apartment could’ve let you back in, bud?”

He sighs, flopping onto your couch, “Look, I had a little situation I needed to escape. Not unlike your little situation. And thank you for helping me,” he grins, “You’re a real one, Princess.”

“And you’re a pig.”

“Speaking of which,” he grabs the pizza pocket you’d made yourself and starts eating it, “This is delicious.”

You flop on the couch beside him, covering your face with your arm, “I fucking hate my life.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 7 months

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7K CELEBRATION BEGINS NOW!

EDIT! So since the lists were all requested so quickly, we're going for round two, besties! See fresh lists below, same rules, aaaaand go! :D

So, to celebrate my little milestone, I'm going to run this until the weekend. This will include a drabbe/short request list as featured below.

RULES. PLEASE READ!!! - Pick ONE man and ONE prompt from the below lists and send them to me on an ask ONLY. Don't reply to this post! Once each man and prompt has been taken, they will no longer be available to choose. Oh, and no anon requests!

The men!

Guero (Mayans MC)

EZ Reyes (Mayans MC)

Bishop Losa (Mayans MC)

Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Rio (Good Girls)

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Ivar the Boneless (Vikings)

And now for the prompts!

Is that what you want, for me to fill this hot, needy little cunt with cum?

2. Yeah, I like it when you bend over. Means I can spank you at the same time.

3. I have a better proposition. How about I take you home, and give you a seat on my face?

4. Mmm, damn, baby. Don’t think I’ve ever fucked anybody who gets as wet as you do.

5. If you don’t stop it, I’m going to tie you up and show what being teased really is.

6. Take off your clothes and lie back on the bed. I want to know what you taste like all over.

7. This isn’t what I’d planned, but I’m fine with it. So fucking what if we get caught, I don’t care.

8. You wanna be choked while I fuck you? Damn, you’re a bad girl.

I usually do an ask the author feature as well, but not many people participate. If you'd like to, though, we can do this or that questions, smutty curiosity questions, blorbo musings, etc.

So yeah. Let's begin these hoe hours, besties!

#guero fanfiction #ez reyes fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #alfie solomons fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfiction #rio good girls fanfiction #tyler rake fanfiction #geralt of rivia fanfiction #mayans mc fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #good girls fanfiction #extraction fanfiction

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f1-birb · 1 year

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birb. do u have any fluff or hurt/comfort or just comfort/no hurt or just a cute drabble to share in these trying times

have some more soft paddock hoe Lando after the uh..... less than stellar start of the season

"Mmm?"

Kimi noses against the nape of Lando's neck at the sound. "What is it?"

"Mm." Lando's hum is a little more emphatic and Seb clocks on.

Before getting fully under the covers he opens the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out the bottle of water and snacks he'd stashed in there hours before they'd even started playing. He breaks off a piece of chocolate, making sure it's small enough that Lando won't choke if he doesn't want to sit up properly, and offers it.

He smiles at the cheeky little sweep of a tongue against his fingertips, kissing Lando's forehead again even as he offers Kimi the next piece. This goes on until half the bar is missing and Lando's turning his head away, sticking his tongue out in rejection of another bite but eyeing the water bottle. Seb helps him take a sip, offering the next to Kimi, and the process repeats until Lando's eyes are a lot clearer and the water is gone.

He wriggles between them, content and still loose-limbed, and looks up through his lashes to smile at them from his new place further down the bed, on his back looking up at them.

"Hi."

“Hi.” Seb laughs. “My sweet boy, so good for us.”

#little sneak peek #paddock hoe lando #lando/everyone #seb/kimi/lando #birb writes

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oqal · 2 years

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Mmm this whole conversation giving me art ideas >:) , pencil and paper up in dis hoe

cheerleading goth reagan or dommy mommy reagan

reagan would be a bit confused but once she gets the hang of it and she hears the most pathetic weak moan and pre already spilling, so she folds his legs up and hits him in missionary sorta while also relentlessly jerkin him off. especially if he’s bound by his wrist by red tie?? and keep going until he’s basically sobbing of how good it feels, and then comin HARD that tears stream down his face and reagan pulls out, gives him the sweetest kiss while wiping away his tears telling him “you took it so well. you were some handsome from that angle” and more praiseful things that are also turn ons, so he ends up getting hard again KDKSKSK baby boy

anyways i need to switch off of horny mode and shift into sleep mode bc i have to been up in like 5 hours rip rip

#asks #ns/ft

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junkyardromeo · 4 years

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i would like

to bang joe elliott

that is all

#i’m not sorry #it’s joe hoe hours #mmm #yummy #adrenalize joe #f u c k

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year

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Damnnnn, Tony's fingers... delicious 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Look what I saved today….

#anon asks #i am drunker than usual #mmm talks #mmm hoe hours has begun #the stark squad

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wlwregina · 6 years

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u should all know that @sarkisssian is the absolute cutest and has the cutest accent (and face) and she listens to all my lame stories and she’s just so valid and Good.

#she called me a hoe tho mmm #we were on that call for like over an hour #cant believe i told u about the pencil/cake/knife story #i was an embarrassment of a child

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littleredwing89 · 2 years

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LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD

Roman Sionis x Reader

Summary: Roman followed your body, his palms inching up your silk slip meeting the curve of your breasts, “Playing hard to get?”.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Mild Daddy kink. Cockwarming.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thought we could all do with a sprinkle of Roman this festive season. Dedicated to my beautiful Roman hoes - @more-cardigan-than-woman @candid-confetti - enjoy and Happy New Year beauties 🎆🎇 xoxo

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Roman snaked his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush into his. He absorbed your warmth, laying rough kisses behind your ear, his heavy breath fanning down your neck. The scent of your perfume had faded but it lingered on his bedsheets, the smell sweet and spicy.

The scratch of his stubble against your sensitive skin made you shiver as Roman roused you from your slumber. You blinked and hissed when the early morning sun invaded your eyes. It caused the sharp throbbing pain in your temples to amplify, making your vision blur. You shuffled forward in the sheets, trying to pull out of his grip.

He pressed his hips into yours and growled in your ear before leaving hot, heavy kisses down your exposed neck. The outline of his hard cock ground into your ass from behind.

You shifted your body away from him carefully and whined burying your face into the pillows, the cool fabric felt perfect against your pounding head. The room was still spinning even though you were lying down.

Roman followed your body, his palms inching up your silk slip meeting the curve of your breasts, “Playing hard to get?”.

You groaned, trying to focus your senses, “Rom…”.

Groping your breasts with his calloused hands, he ground his shaft into your ass, groaning deeply in your ear, “Don’t play coy with me…I know how much you love my cock”.

“Unless your cock has Advil in it, I'm not in the mood”, you turned your face away from him, trying to put more distance between you.

The kisses stopped across your shoulder and you felt Roman rub his stubble across your preening flesh, “Wait…are you—hungover?”. His smirk curled his lips and you felt it brand your skin.

You scoffed, squishing your face into the expensive pillows, “No...”.

Oh but you were. Heavily. The festive party had run into the early hours of the morning, champagne flowing freely. You’d spent most of the evening dancing; you could tell; especially the way your feet ached. Those damn heels. They were gorgeous but holy hell they hurt.

Roman chuckled darkly and stroked your hips, “Oh darling”, he grinned, nipping your earlobe, enjoying the shiver that ran over your body, “You know what’s a good cure for a hangover?”.

“More alcohol?”, you mumbled into the pillows.

“An orgasm”, he whispered huskily, his hot breath trickling down your neck as he stroked up your thighs. His fingertips were so close to your rapidly dampening centre.

“Roman…”, you shuddered and wriggled against him, catching his pulsating cock, “I really don’t—oh!”, a moan fell from your lips as his fingers rubbed your over clit, “My head…it’s pounding…”.

Coaxing you onto your back, Roman rolled on top of you. His solid body caged yours under him. You sighed in bliss, the familiar burn of desire flickering in the pit of your stomach. Without realising, your body relaxed, completely opening up to him as it had so many times before.

“That’s it darling”, he licked along your collarbone, “Daddy’s got you”. He slid between your open legs and pulled off the silky material adorning your body, leaving you bare beneath him.

“Mmm, such a good girl, aren’t you?”, Roman kissed down your chest, face resting between your breasts before he started licking and sucking over each of your nipples, nipping occasionally.

Your fingers carded through his hair, tugging as the pleasure shot through you. Roman growled as sharp pin pricks of pain scattered across his scalp before turning into flames of desire. Grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head, chuckling as you pouted.

“Rom..lemme touch you”, you pleaded quietly, finally opening your eyes to meet his. They were blown black with lust as he eyed your body greedily. You wrestled against his hold but he didn’t relent, merely dipping his head down to suck a mark behind your ear. You whined and arched your back, body flushing with heat.

Roman rocked his clothed cock against your bare core. He could feel the heat radiating from your centre, “You want Daddy to make you feel good?”.

You nodded eagerly and rolled your hips, catching his thick cock with every stroke, “Please…”. The sharp pains in your temple dulled as you flooded with the promise of pleasure.

“Whatever my princess wants”, Roman teased, releasing your wrists and kissed down your stomach. His lips left a hot, wet trail over your skin. He stopped just above your pussy, blowing hot air over your clit.

Sinking into the soft sheets, you purred his name, your fingers weaving back into his dark hair. His body pulsed with heat as it pressed in yours, making your skin flush with need. Your legs splayed open further exposing your soaked core to Roman.

“And to think you tried to pretend you didn’t want this”, Roman scoffed before kissing up the inside of your thighs, biting and sucking marks into your supple flesh.

“Daddy—please”, you shivered, feeling the throbbing in your head shoot down through your nerves, the slick making your folds glisten.

Roman rubbed his thumb over your clit, smirking when your body jolted, “You’re so sensitive”. His lips curled before he licked a long stripe through your folds, groaning at your taste.

You gasped arching your back off the bed, pulling at his hair, “Oh!”. Bolts of electric pleasure shooting along your frayed nerves.

He growled against your core, the husky vibrations travelling up your spine, making you sob out his name. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it relentlessly before sliding two thick fingers into your pussy.

“Oh! Fuck!”, you cried out, feeling his digits stretching out your pussy, thrusting in time with the strokes of his tongue. You writhed against him, rolling your hips with his rhythm, your edge falling closer, as your throat released husky moans.

The bristle of his five o’clock shadow burnt against your flesh as he devoured your pussy. His long, thick fingers brushing over all your sensitive spots. Driving you wild.

You sobbed out his name, body wracked with pleasure. You rocked against his face, chasing that delicious peak only he could give you.

His skilful tongue circled your clit mercilessly, dancing back and forth sending shockwaves through your senses. You tugged his hair harshly as your climax erupted, hot waves of euphoria crashing behind your eyes.

Roman smirked against your pussy, giving your folds slow, calculated licks, enjoying as you gasped with each one. Overstimulating your fried nerves. His fingers slowed, before he pressed them into your inner thigh, painting your skin with your dripping slick.

“Good girl”, his husky voice hummed, placing a kiss to the left of your navel.

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Falling next to your body, Roman wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your svelte form into his broad chest. His head rested in the curve of your neck, lips brushing your skin, “How’s the headache?”.

You hummed happily, “Mmm…Much better but now something else is aching…”. Moving back into him, you rubbed your ass against his throbbing cock. The desperation to feel it drive into you consuming your thoughts.

Roman growled and nipped your shoulder, grinding his shaft further into your inviting body.

“I could help with that”, you murmured, twisting your arms behind you to wrap around his neck.

His calloused hands ran up and down your stomach before mapping upwards, palming your breasts. His fingers found your nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure hit you in short, sharp bursts, making you rub more fervently into his cock, “Please Roman”.

“Whatever you want princess”, he grunted, kissing over a mark he left behind your ear. He released one of your nipples, allowing him to shove his boxers down freeing his hot, hard cock. You heard the slap of skin against his abs and you whimpered, aching to see it.

Roman lifted your leg backwards, settling it onto his muscled thigh, opening your sopping pussy up to him.

You whined his name and shuddered in anticipation, digging your nails into the back of his neck.

“I know princess, I know”.

He attacked your neck with hot, open mouthed kisses, soaking up each and every one of your reactions. You arched your back further into his chest, “I need you…now”.

Roman groaned, feeling your wet core glide along his pulsing shaft as you shuffled, trying to coax him inside you quickly.

“Please Daddy”, you begged in that soft, low voice you knew he loved.

Without any further hesitation, Roman slid his hard cock deep into your tight pussy, your slick making it easy. You both moaned in pleasure as your wet walls fluttered around his shaft, accommodating his girth and trying to pull him further. The burning stretch heightening the bliss flooding your senses.

“Such a good girl aren’t you?”, he ground out, his voice hoarse with built up desire, “Always so good for Daddy”.

“Move…please…”, you whispered.

Roman sunk his teeth into your shoulder and growled, “Be patient, princess”, he grunted and rutted his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into your core, “I like to feel you wrapped nicely around my thick cock…”.

You whimpered and rolled your hips, urging him to start thrusting into you, desperate to feel him stretching your velvet walls.

“Please”.

Roman pinched your hip and stilled your movements, nipping the junction of your neck in warning, “Fuck”, he cursed when your walls clenched in response, “You feel so good…such a tight little pussy”.

Closing your eyes, you drowned in the overwhelming feelings flooding your senses. Your periphery blurred with frustration and desire. You moaned loudly when you felt the throb of his cock as your core tightened around him more. Roman grinned darkly, pinching and tweaking at your nipples, the raw pleasure bursting through you.

“Daddy!!”, you cried out when the rough pads of his fingers rubbed vigorously over your swollen clit.

“Daddy…Please!! Fuck!!”, your nails sank into his scalp, yanking at his dark locks. You murmured more words but they came out incoherent. Your mind a hazy mess. This seemed to please Roman as his hips lazily began to thrust up into your pussy. The wet sound sinful to your ears.

He groaned loudly in your ear from behind, heavy breaths and pants fanning down your neck. His fingers still rubbed at your clit as his pace picked up, driving himself harder and deeper into you.

Your walls pulsed around his shaft as your orgasm brimmed in the pit of your stomach. The coil tightened perfectly. You tried to hold off, wanting to last longer and revel in the sensations but Roman was making you feel too good.

“Cum for Daddy”, he muttered in your ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it, his voice thick with lust, “Cum all over my cock princess”.

White hot desire scorched your nerves when your second orgasm ripped through your senses. Nerves thrumming with undeniable pleasure. You heard his stuttered breaths and his pace faltered as he emptied his hot seed into your core.

———

As you took in deep breaths to steady your racing pulse, you felt the pounding in your temples returning. A dull, heavy ache making the backs of your eyes sore. You groaned and pressed your face back into the cool pillow whining softly.

“Still hurts?”, Roman’s gruff voice rattled your mind as his hands mapped your waist.

You huffed, leaning into his touch, “Unfortunately”.

He trailed his fingers down your spine, kissing the back of your neck, his stubble scratching your skin. You shuddered.

“I have an idea”, the deep gravel of his tone weaved into your mind and you bit your bottom lip.

“I think I'm spent in terms of sex”.

Roman chuckled, “Oh yeah, Daddy heard you”. He mockingly repeated your moans from earlier, smirking when he saw the tips of your ears turning pink.

“Roman!”, you slapped him then winced at the sound.

He caught your hand and bit at it, before kissing the tips of your fingers, “Why don’t we just stay in bed princess?”. Roman stretched out lazily next to you, relaxing into the expensive Egyptian cotton bed sheets. He groaned huskily as his limbs clicked.

Moving closer to him, you nuzzled into his side, pressing your cheek to his chest, “Mmmm…sounds like a good idea”.

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anika-ann · 3 years

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: sleepy + quiet purr of satisfaction. 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes & your legs 😘

Holy damn, I'm honoured to be graced by the visit of the Shameless Hoe Fairy herself 🥺✨ Thank you 💕

I was slow, but here we are...

P.s. @chase-your-dreams-away this is totally your fault. Yours and Siri's, obviously 😂

Special treatment

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader Word count: 1050

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut (oral F-rec, mentions of piv), language, fluff

Warm. His hands were warm as they caressed your skin, but then again, they always were. Hot even, as they squeezed and gripped, worked you up, moulding you as if you were a piece of precious clay and he was the one to built you into a masterpiece to his liking – and you let him. You always let him.

You were no stranger to Ari’s very talented hands, nimble fingers knowing you through and through, eager to explore, no matter that they already knew all of you. But this was different – you rarely got to experience this, motions hard and yet gentle, pressure on your skin that had you literally purring and pliant to whatever Ari pleased to do with you.

Blissful smile adorned your lips, lazy almost as you laid on your belly, naked as the day you were born, Ari’s fingers working on the knots in your back he might have had a hand in creating. Sated and wrapped in Ari’s care, you could fall asleep right there and now despite only having been woken up an hour ago or so.

Moments ago, it was moans falling from your lips, a chant of Ari’s name and endless whispers of please, please, please… and please you he did you. You happily returned the favour.

He liked watching you ride him, breasts bouncing, exposing the hollow of your throat, your face a picture of ecstasy, but rarely had his hands gripped you so rough to force you to stay and bring yourself to not one, not two, but three highs, that had your legs shaking with both overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion.

You all but collapsed on his chest, barely acknowledging that even with your weight on him, he managed to rut into your and paint your velvet heat in his cum – last touches to the masterpiece, that was too busy to catch your breath to revel in the sensation.

He nipped at your ear then, playful and loving, but let you off the hook so to speak. Helping you to lie on your stomach, he kissed the valley between your shoulder blades before rising to his feet, cleaning you up a bit and settling on the back of your thighs.

“Mmm, you’re way too good at that,” you muttered into the pillow, not bothering to open your eyes as Ari chuckled, thumb digging into your shoulder just right.

Fuck, he could be a professional. You’d pay good money to experience this every day – especially if he got to be naked while touching you and if so much fun preceded this spa-like treatment.

“It was good for the cover. The more we expanded services, the more the resort looked like a legit business,” he hummed absentmindedly, as if he wasn’t talking about how he had once saved many innocent lives, about a testimony to his good heart.

You willed yourself to turn your head further to the right to catch a glimpse of him, but he only added pressure in warning.

“No moving, Angel, you know that.”

With a huff, you obeyed, eyes falling shut again, forcing yourself to relax. A shift of weight and a trail of kisses down your spine – all hot lips and soft whiskers – was your reward, causing you to melt further into the mattress.

“Was this part of the treatment for all the women or am I just special?” you teased lightly, earning a sharp nip of teeth this time, the pillow barely muffling your yelp.

“Be good, Angel. You know you’re special,” he hummed, fending grumpiness, following with another graze of teeth as a warning before he soothed the offended skin with a kiss. “Don’t care about other women. Just my wife.”

Your lips curled up in a goofy grin, warmth spreading through your body, softly twirling around your heart. Three full days of being Ari Levinson’s wife and you had spent the past two on your honeymoon. In a rented beach house in a private paradise, your showered each other in affection – a lot of physical affection – proving that marital life was everything but boring.

Demanding? Involving a lot of cardio, late nights, laughter and long mornings? Absolutely.

He moved above you again, pressure on your thighs easing before his hands travelled down, down, down, settling on the back of your thighs. A kiss landed on your lower back, fingers kneading the overworked flesh of your thighs, causing a moan to spill from your lips at how damn good your husband was with his hands. It couldn’t be legal.

“God I love your hands,” you murmured, the inuendo not lost on you. “Love you.”

His thumbs trailed over your inner thighs, gentle, no pressure at all – more like teasing, a prelude to the caress of his lips on each of them. You shuddered, the skin still sensitive from the solid beard burn he had given you yesterday… and the day before.

“Love you too, Angel…”

His hands wandered, slipping under your front, brushing over your mound.

Your breath caught in your throat, heat pooling in your belly and between your thighs yet again, despite how unsure you were that you could take on more of vigorous activities.

“Ari-“

You unsatiable gorgeous bastard.

His fingers teased your clit before trailing to your slit, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest as he found you wet for him still, or again, you lost sight of it and with this man in your bed, you were about to lose your mind too.

And you’d probably thank him for it.

“May I interest you in another special treatment, Mrs. Levinson?” he taunted you sweetly, hint of a victorious smile in his sultry voice.

The pads of his rough fingers, the fresh title you carried with pride, the sheer seduction in his voice… how could you ever say anything but yes?

“How much does it cost?” you asked breathily, his chuckle warm against your core as he lifted one of your thighs and led you to turn on your side. A single flicker of his smart tongue and you were a goner, ready to give it up all, no matter the price.

But that wasn’t Ari’s goal, to take, not always. He enjoyed giving just as much. It was one of the reasons you loved him so much. Along with his passion, his need to help people, his way too hot body and--- damn his talented tongue.

“It’s on the house, Angel… you already paid with your I do.”

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It’s 1k of words! Hallelujah! I wrote something short 😂 Is there too much fluff? Maybe. Do I care? Nope.

Also, all my knowledge of Ari comes from fanfic, mostly very dirty ones, so sorry if Ari’s totally off and you happen to mind😏

Thank you for reading 💕

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fi-chanwrites · 4 years

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can i request a hc for bokuto, akaashi, and kuroo where they find their s/o sleeping on their bed hugging a stuffed animal? i’m so soft for those boys 🥺

Oof yes I am v soft for the lads

Soft Boys Being Soft

Bokuto Koutarou

He was just vibing, he’d just got in from practice and knew you were waiting upstairs in his room for him

Boy raced up them stairs

Opened his door quietly because even though he was excited he didn’t want to startle you

But what he was greeted with was probably the sweetest scene of his life.

You, cuddled up with a totoro plushie.

You were fast asleep and clinging onto the totoro as if it was your life line

This boy could not love you anymore than he did in this exact moment

He tapped your shoulder trying to wake you up

You just opened one eye, squinted at him for a hot second then let go of the plushie, rolling over and opening you arms to him

“Oh I see how it is, I’m a side hoe now?”

“Mmm shush... just... cuddles please”

“Ah who am I to deny you when you ask so nicely”

Boy is so happy to just be wrapped up in your arms.

Kuroo Tetsuro

He had left to go for a shower, excited to come back to your room and cuddle the night away while watching Saiki K

However when he got back to your room he found you and cozy and cuddled up to a plushie toy that you had put his shirt over.

You had your head buried into the chest of the teddy

He obviously took a picture so that he could keep this adorable memory for as long as possible (he later set it as his lock screen, fuckin SIMP)

Hearing the door close behind him woke you up, you looked up at him, squinting slightly against the light.

“Oh hey sleeping beauty, have I been replaced?”

“Mmhmm, you left and I wanted cuddles”

“Is it legal for someone to be this cute?”

“What did you say Tetsu?”

“Nothing Chibi-Chan”

“Are you gonna come cuddle me or not?”

Man raced into your bed so fast, sonic could never.

He would tease you about it but not too much, just making off hand comments here and there

He is such a simp for you

Akaashi Keiji

He was literally in the room with you

Like only 7 ft away from you

He was just studying, which you should’ve been too but ummmmm nap time more important

So there you were, sleeping like a baby, cuddled up to one of his teddies from when he was little.

Vibinggggg

Akaashi decided to take a break because his eyes hurt (and he missed you... SIMP)

Turned around and saw you, laying foetal position on his bed snuggling the teddie so close to your chest with your head resting on the teddies.

He quickly took a picture of you, okay he took ten but that’s irrelevant...

Tapped your shoulder to alert you to him being there

“Hi baby” he mumbled kissing your forehead

You legit just yawned in response and rolled over, shuffling over on the bed to give him room to slip onto the bed behind you.

“Hmm we need to study baby”

“...no...”

“Ah alright baby we’ll study later”

“Hugs first”

“Yes hugs first”

He simps so hard for you

Will just cuddle up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close

He could honestly stay like that for hours, but he did have to study at some point... and so did you

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