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mrsarnasdelicious · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 10 (Belated)

Theseus Scamander - Gentle Sex / Domestic Bliss

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

"I want you so bad, my love." Theseus crowds you into the bedroom. "Then take me." You cooe. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you, sensually and open mouthedly. You moan and meet his tongue with your own.

You begin to undo his tie.

"Are you eager for me, beautiful?" Theseus purrs, between two hungry kisses. "I always am." You cooe. "I am sure you are, always wet for me. Always so ready for my cock." He growls.

His lips move to your neck, kissing up to your ear. "I can already smell how needy you are for me." His hand goes to your skirt. You try to brush his hand away. "Now now, what is that, keeping me at bay? Coy woman of mine." Theseus growls. "Not so fast." You whisper.

Theseus laughs and picks you up.

He throws you on the bed and crawls on top of you. He kisses you greedily and you both moan. "I am going to make you feel so good." Theseus whispers into your mouth. "I am going to make you cum so much. I will not stop until you beg me to." He promises.

With a flick of his wand, your clothes vanish, banished to the laundry hamper. "Not fair." You scoff. "Was your wand in your pocket?" Theseus taunts. "No." You reply, pointing your own wand at him. His clothes disappear, too.

"Better?" Theseus chuckles. "Much." You cooe.

"You like what you see?" He purrs. "Like the look of my muscles and my cock?" His voice is a teasing purr. "Of course I do." You whisper, skimming your hands over his muscles. Then you slowly grab him by his cock. "Oh yeah, baby, touch me like that." Theseus groans. You give him a languid jerk and Theseus moans. "Such skilled hands you have." He praises.

He leans down to kiss you sensually and you moan back at him. His tongue licks into your mouth and you give him another slow jerk.

Theseus begins to thrust into your grip.

"Oh... oh yes, my love, hmm, so good to me. So good for me." He grunts. "Would you like me to touch you in return?" He purrs. "Yes please." You cooe. "Tell me what you want." He taunts. "Do you want me to make you cum? Do you want me to fuck you?" He growls. "Yes, please." You repeat. "Please what. What should I do first?" Theseus murmurs.

For a moment you can't manage to reply.

"Make me cum first." You whisper, giving him another jerk. "Use your words." Theseus says, but it is a feebly command. He is almost fully focussed on your hand on his cock. You titter a giggle and kiss up his jaw. "Please make me cum first, husband." You cooe. Theseus chuckles huskily. "Very well, because you asked so sweetly." He purrs.

His hand slides down to the heat between your thighs. You sigh and close your eyes. "So beautiful." Theseus whispers, placing butterfly kisses along your chin. You whine softly and finally he brushes gently over your clit. "You feel so puffy already. Are you that needy for me." He murmurs, nipping along your jaw. You whimper.

Your whimpers turn into moans as he begins to genuinly rub you. "Those are the sounds I like." Theseus chuckles. You roll your pelvis into his touch. "So good." You whisper. "That's right, enjoy me, my love." Theseus purrs, his touch slow and steady. You close your eyes and surrender to the feeling.

Slowly your spine starts to fill with sparks of lightning. Your moans grow a little more untampered and wet arousal slowly leaks from your core. "You are getting so wet. You must be close." Theseus knows you very well by now. "Yes, I am." You affirm, your voice a shallow whisper. "I'll make you cum." Theseus assures you.

He rubs you a little more steady, but does not increase the pressure.

The tension inside you comes to its apex. You arch your back, moaning loudly. Theseus caresses you through it, peering down on you. "You are so beautiful when you cum." He rasps, his voice husky with need.

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #callum turner #fantastic beasts #wizarding world #smut under the cut

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voxmortuus · 11 months

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►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 898 short first chapter ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist

What was this? What was this your life had come to? You weren't upset, you weren't mad, maybe a little afraid and full of adrenaline as the plane landed, but what was this feeling. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, let alone a piece of your brain. A blanket of sand coated your boot the moment you stepped foot onto the ground. It was that moment you realized, one, there was no keeping these things clean, and two, this was really happening.

Sitting in the back of the vehicle after your briefing you head to your post, looking around you everything in, no idea what was to come, who you were going to meet, let alone the kind of people you were going to encounter. Everything was such a rush, and it caused your heart to beat so loudly in your chest you could hear it as if it was in your head.

Upon arriving you were greeted by a few random low ranked people, but it was the captain that caught the attention of you and the rest of the soldiers. Sure there were other females, but not very many, but he picked up on you right away. It was your typical speech. You know the "Don't be a dumbass, don't get shot, don't do blah blah blah..." But in standing there, you felt the tension, but maybe it was your own tension.

In your mind, sure he was handsome in that... way... that bend be over the desk, pound me into next week spank my ass pat my head and call me a good girl for a night kinda way, but let's face it, it had been a while since you've had... company and it had been a long while since you've had enjoyed some good quality company. But right now, that needed to be pushed farthest from your mind.

"I said... fall out." Syverson stated looking at you.

Looking around you clear your throat and shake your head do just that. Had you really zoned everything out? Seems like it. With a clench of your jaw you head to your post and settle onto the cot you were assigned to and get a few things situated.

New day, time for a new take on how all of this was going to go. Simple work it was right now anyway, but you were going to be working closely with Syverson. Great. You had no idea how any of this was going to go. But it didn't take long for you to realize just how much of a pain in the ass he was going to be.

"Well, you're female, you know how to make a good cup of coffee?" he asked, joking, mildly.

Rolling your eyes, you look at him. "You know, I hate coffee, so no." Okay maybe a mild lie, but still, none the less, you weren't wanting to deal with his jokes.

"Well then looks like you'll need to find a new post." He chuckled.

With a slight sigh, you place his coffee on the table and look at him and shaking your head you take a seat. "What is on the agenda for the day, Sir?" You ask.

Looking at you he points to a large stack of papers. Papers? What the fuck? You look at him with this look of seriously? But you sit down and he shakes his head. "Jesus don't take it so literal... you think I want you to do paperwork that isn't even mine? I don't even do paperwork. Let's go." He sighs and heads out to the squad outside the tent and calls for them.

After a short briefing on what's expected today, he looks at you "Does that answer your question?" He smirked.

Oh if looks could kill. "Kill em with kindness." you hear in your head, something your mother and teachers would say. You simply nod, give a very blank smirk and lick your lips. "Yes...Sir." You state flatly as you fall out and walk in the other direction.

It was a cluster fuck to say the least, the tension over this first week had only grown thicker and a little hard to ignore. Most people picked up on it and had joked and jested about it. How you had a crush on him, but yet they didn't joke or jest toward him having a crush either. What the fuck? So, it was always you that had the crush? Fuck that! He was annoying, arrogant, self-absorbed, entitled, and to be honest, he was a bit of a beef cake.

it put a sour taste in your mouth, just because you were a woman meant you were the root of all evil, you were the one who had the crush, and you were the one that was going to pollute his mind. You'd pollute his mind, but not because you were trying to, but because he was the one with the crush. He was the one that wanted you. He was the one that polluted his own mind.

Sure, maybe as time went on you and him would see eye to eye, but right now, you wanted to poke him in the eye... with the end of your grenade pin and hand him the grenade and walk away. Little did you know that would all change. You'll just have to wait and see.

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lovelywingsart · 9 months

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And as promised, the other Smut sketches from yesterday!

I actually very much like these, for... obvious reasons. Because the mixture of Lycans and Werewolves is fascinating.

Censored smut under the cut, small warning for a bit of blood and actual Monsterfucking

Lycans and Werewolves are two completely different species, but I think these two manage to get along well... 😏

Since Emelias dumbass didn't shave like she probably should have, she caught Karl at a REALLY 'bad' time... But I really don't think he minds much.

//Alternatively named 'Lycan pu$$y so good you transform mid-stroke' The Breeding kink is strong with these two, it's a wonder they don't have kids sooner tbh Also gonna try and work on the big things soon, but wanted to give you guys something else without waiting... :'D //

As always, you can see the uncensored on my 18+ Twitter~

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davnittbraes · 1 year

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Just finished chapter 11 of the world is light and I NEED to know what he says that she doesn’t hear!! 😩😩

Hello friend 👋 I think I know what you’re referring to (please tell me if I’m wrong!) and it’s one of my fav lil Din moments in this fic.

I can’t fit everything into this story, so this just didn’t make it but I like to leave little Easter eggs for myself 😂.

Here’s a snippet for reference, which obviously includes spoilers for Chapter Eleven (smut below the cut):

His chest suddenly presses against your back, armour instantly seeping chill through your nightshirt, his mouth catching on the shell of your ear as he pants words stuttered by his rough movements. “This is what you want, huh? You want to ‘take it?’”

Your answer gets lost in the moan muffled by his cowl as his fingertips swipe over your clit with the next thrust.

“Tell me.”

His voice is nothing more than a growl, a deep vibration that rolls through your body, pulls your focus out of the haze of your rising orgasm to answer.

You turn your face toward his, cheekbone bumping against his nose, one of your hands twisting free of the cowl to slip into those soft curls as your words husk through the intimate distance between you. “Yes I want it, want all of you.”

A broken groan hits your cheek, then his forehead presses into the curve of your neck. Words fall against your skin as he picks up his pace but you can’t hear them above the blood rushing in your ears and the sounds of his cock barely leaving your cunt before shoving back in deep, his fingers on your clit pushing your orgasm up and over your body until it breaks.

Just before this, Reader tells him to let go and stop holding back, and it throws him off, how well she can read him. So he slides back into his old habits, tries to disconnect from the moment and just let go as she says, find his release like he used to with passing strangers or brief flings.

Except she isn’t a stranger or a fling, she’s already so much more than that even at this point in their relationship - and when she says she wants all of him it completely shatters his attempts at disconnecting, and all his barriers fall away.

For a brief moment, he speaks the truth he’s been hiding, from her and from himself, and says “I would give you everything, tionas, even if it breaks me.”

#asks #i love em #smut under the cut #my new hit single #will rant about these two upon request #the world is light embodied #TWILE

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d3arapril · 4 months

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i’m losing my mind rn thinking about reader being asleep beside ellie in bed, ellie being tired and horny & it doesn’t help that reader is making noises in her sleep ughhhhh waking up to sleepy sex pls i’m evaporating

ooo anon you have AWOKEN THE BEAST???

ellie LOVES morning sex folks! this is now canon.

she’s lazy and hardly ever sleeps through the night so is always borderline exhausted but will take any opportunity to have sex (at any given moment) but there’s something that she loves about having sex in the morning whilst the sheets are still warm and still smell of the two of you.

she loves it even more when you’re asleep next to her, tossing and turning and she’s trying so hard to just ignore you and go back to sleep because it’s only 6 in the fucking morning but it’s difficult when you keep making those noises and furrowing your brow in that way that makes ellie’s boxers grow damper by the second :( she’s rolled on her side, tongue poking out to dampen her dry lips as she watches you with heavy eyes and a familiar fluttery feeling in her stomach that will only go away once she’s woken you up.

and she does exactly that with some persistent taps to your shoulder and a few “babe”’s until she’s got you trapped under her and you’re both tearing up at how fucking good her clit feels against yours. she’s usually all mouth but not in the mornings, too tired to talk you through it so she’s just grunting and heavy breathing as she picks up her pace and practically hugs at your leg to hold herself up, eyes half lidded as she stares down at you.

after you both cum and she’s certain she’s about to pass out she rolls off you and lands back on her side of the bed with a huff, “best way to start the day, right?”

(she fell asleep again after)…..

#Under the cut cos it got a teensy bit long #not really but kind of #hehehehe #I Need Her Biblically #my writing #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #tlou smut #ellie williams x reader

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starrystevie · 6 months

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steve falls in love with eddie because he's this perfect amalgamation of everyone he's ever loved.

there's nancy's curly brown hair, of course, but also her fierce stubbornness and her bashful little smile when steve is being purposefully obtuse. there's tommy's passion, his impulsivity, his need to get under steve's skin in the best way possible. there's jonathan's quick remarks with a crooked grin and heather m's soft touches on bruised skin and robin's flailing hands when she talks that steve loves so much.

there's even the dorkiness of his kids that only amplifies when eddie's around them, all their talks of fantastic worlds that steve knows nothing about but nods along like he gets it. there's the bright blinding smiles that seem to pull at every face in the room when they win, hooting and hollering in a harmonious chorus.

steve falls in love with eddie for all of those things but also for all of the things he possesses on his own. his charm and his wit, his need to make steve smile every waking moment. the way he knows when steve needs quiet and dark so he closes the blinds before wrapping him up in his steady arms.

eddie falls in love with steve for all of the things that seem new to him.

he's never had a guy treat him like steve does, never had soft smiles and cards on valentines day, never had date nights or kisses in the daytime or a hand that fits gently against his own. he doesn't feel like a dirty secret pushed away to closets and out of windows. he doesn't see the quick glances around to make sure no one's watching before he gets into steve's car like he's used to getting with old partners. he doesn't get shushed or ignored or heartbroken.

he's used to being shrouded in darkness but steve is like sunshine, his love warming eddie like sunrays in and of themselves. he's used to confusion and questions but steve makes him feel wanted. makes him feel loved back.

steve is protective and smart. he sees through the bullshit eddie's built up around himself and holds him when those walls inevitably crumble down. eddie falls in love with steve because he sees him for who he truly is and loves him because of it.

they fall in love with each other because their jagged edges were made for one another, like puzzle pieces in the wrong box finding their way back home. they fall in love with each other because nothing else has ever felt more right. they fall in love with each other because everyone they loved before was a trial, a test, pushing them together whether they knew it or not.

#hi hello i promise i haven't vanished i just don't have the mental energy for tumblr (as silly as that seems i know)#i think once my bb is finished my brain will finally feel not in anxiety mode 24/7 and i can be back to cutting it up with yall here again #my writing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie fluff #ps heather m is not a person in stranger things but it felt empty without another person being in there so i made someone up sue me #bee not writing smut at work? what in the world????#long post #could i put this under a readmore? yeah but it seems kinda pointless so sorry about that

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pipppinn · 4 months

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tags: 18+, afab!f!reader, premise of piss kink, semi-public.

"just do it in my mouth."

without a clear rhyme or reason, that was the last thing nagi said before pressing his mouth against your crotch.

he snakes one of his arms around your thigh while playing with your shoelaces with his other hand. having your back cornered to the empty classroom door like this, you can feel what is a mix of panic and arousal heating up your body.

"nagi, you—" you bite your lips, not really knowing how to react to something as sudden as this. nagi hums in response, sending a low timbre of vibration right against your clothed clit as his tongue teasingly traces over your skin right above your thin, damp underwear. trying your best not to push your hip deeper towards his mouth, you half-heartedly pull his hair. "—i want to pee—don't joke around, we are at school you fucking—"

"i'm not joking," nagi responds lazily. he says it as if he wasn't suggesting to be your toilet but to have you lend him a bottle. in a movement that felt so so slow, nagi guided your hand away from his hair to hold up your skirt.

you know you will fold. it will always be like that with nagi. yet, one more time, you say, "nagi, it's—"

"i'm pretty serious right now," he continues with his teeth biting the band of your panties. dragging it just enough to hang barely in the middle of your thighs, nagi opens his mouth wide open again, "so, come on, gimme some, 'kay?"

when he once again latches his mouth and digs his tongue right into your opening, you know you really shouldn't have tried.

#yet again betaed by my bby @/doobean. thanks babey muach #bllk smut #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock scenarios #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro smut #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi smut #nagi x reader #putting this under the cut for just in case #in many senses it is love as it is not ➷♡✥

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zeroducks-2 · 7 months

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Jason stared and wanted. They were on their fifteenth shot of vodka, but Tim showed no sign of slowing down. Not that Jay complained. That meant he could bond over shit talking Bruce and be near Tim. He had admitted to himself a few years ago that what he felt for his replacement wasn’t jealousy, nor rivalry. Tim was laughing again, doubling over the table, his hands brushing Jason’s. Jason found himself gripped by yearning again.

Tim relished his time with Jason. He had had a puppy crush on the guy ever since he saw those strong thighs at the ripe old age of fifteen. To have Jason come to him for drinks and bad mouthing Bruce was the stuff of Tim’s dream. Oh, he knew Jason didn’t fall nor desire guys like him. He had no illusion about that. He enjoyed what bond he could have with the young man. Tim was drunk out of his mind but he didn’t care anymore. He was with Jason and he could touch him and oh, he wanted to kiss him so badly.

They ended up in the alley next to the bar, devouring each other’s mouth and letting their hands wander down.

boy do I love when these two are Down Bad, these two stupid idiots ashglfnfvfjf

Thank you so much Jelly this was so cute and hot :') exactly what I wanted!

Here have another little bit! slightly nsfw under the cut ♥

«Are you... hm...» Jason has the kid up against the wall, legs wrapped around his hips. He's small. He isn't supposed to be so small, strong as he is. «Are you okay...?» Tim is breathing hard because of the alcohol and whatever else is coloring his cheeks. He squirms, and again Jason can tell he's not erect. Jason leans in and caresses his cheek, reaches forward for another kiss; it's slow and it's soft and Tim melts into it, making a sound as he grabs Jason's jacket with both hands. «I'm okay.» He whispers on his lips, voice hooded by want, and fuck he looks so handsome. Jason swallows thick and feels himself grow harder, nudging the kid's leg with his tip. «Then what...?» He asks, tracing Tim's face with the knuckles. Maybe they should go somewhere else, they're in a dirty backalley and they might actually be seen. Jason doesn't care, but maybe Tim does? The kid makes a little sound and takes Jason's hand, presses it onto his crotch through the fabric of his pants, and kisses him again with flustered urgency as his face goes on fire. And Jason palms it, feels every corner of it with his thumb, presses down in circles. By the time the kiss breaks he's smirking to a winded, flustered Tim, gently flicking on his clit albeit still through his jeans. «I see.» He rumbles pleasantly, leaning down to leave small kisses on his neck as he starts working his jeans open.

#Jaytim #my asks #trans Tim Drake #my fanfictions #light smut under the cut so be mindful!#thank you Jellyjel ♥♥

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mrsarnasdelicious · 5 months

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Aemond Targaryen - Marking You Up

"You are mine, sweet one." The Prince whispers hotly against the shell of your ear. You shudder in his embrace. "Yes, My Prince." You murmurs. Aemond smirks and pulls at the lobe of your ear with his teeth. You moan and claw at his leather jerkin.

"Gods, I want you." His lips find the column of your neck. A loud moan tears free from your lips. "Take off your clothes." Aemond orders. But he does not release you from his embrace. You can't undress yourself beyond kicking off your boots. Aemond laughs in a cruel fashion.

"Do I need to help you?" He purrs, faux sweet. You know he is laying a trap. And you have to tread carefully in order not to get ensnared. "No, thank you." You reply. Aemond chuckles softly. He pulls at the lacing on the back of your dress. "I'll do it anyway." He hisses. He peels the dress off of you, avoiding your skin ever so carefully. Gooseflesh rises on your arms and spine. The air is cold, but your yearning is hot.

Aemond runs his fingers lightly along your back, before firmly slapping your ass. You moan softly. Carefully you lean into his embrace. "Do you consent?" Aemond asks, albeit slightly late. "Yes, I do." You answer. "Thank you." He whispers, kissing along your shoulder.

He digs his fingers into your hips. Your thin white shift crumples under the tips of his digits. He pulls you closer, his grip close to bruising you. But you don't mind. "Fuck." Aemond hisses against your neck. Desire is evident in his voice. You cup his face and draw him down for a kiss. Aemond groans against your lips. He is eager, you can taste it. And it is an amazing sensation, to be so desired by The Prince.

He starts rucking up your shift. You help him, pulling it over your head. "Very good." Aemond murmurs.

His fingers run carefully over your skin. "So stunning. Almost a shame to ruin it." He purrs. His hand slips from your breast to your arse and he gives you a firm slap. You moan, even though it stings. You're surely going to have his hand printed on your ass for a while.

His mouth finds the junction of your neck and your shoulder. "You taste like sweet summer sweat and raspberries." He growls, before pressing his teeth into your skin. You cry out and claw at his doublet. "Gods, Aemond." You moan. Your fingers tangle into his hair. Aemond groans darkly against your skin. He makes his mark upon your skin, dark and deep, drawing a little bit of blood. He watched the small droplets well up from where he pressed his canines into your skin. A soft chuckle bubbles from his lips and then he slowly turns you around.

He kisses you fiercely and you taste the metalic tang of blood on his tongue when it invades your mouth. You moan in unison and Aemond begins backing you up to his bed.

You let yourself fall into the silk sheets. Aemond falls on top of you, for a moment his body flush upon yours. But then he props himself up on his elbows, relieving you of his weight. His mouth breakes away from yours to nip at your jaw and ear. You moan and squirm below him. "Be still." Aemond growls hotly. He kisses down to your throat. You arch up into his touch. "Be still, my love." Aemond repeats.

But when he sucks a dark hicky just above your collarbone, you trash below him, moaning loud enough to make the sound echoe around his chambers. "You can't help yourself, can you?" Aemond murmurs. "Turn around." He orders. You oblige, rolling over beneath him. "Good girl." Aemond purrs.

He straddles your upper legs. There is no squirming away from him now. Not that you would want to. He spanks you hard, twice. Once on every arse cheek. You moan and slowly grind yourself down against the sheets. It is so good! "You are so desperate to be fucked, are you not?" He leans over, his breath gusting over the shell of your ear. You whimper loudly.

Your core clenches on nothing.

"I need ... oh I need.. Please." You whine.

"Tell me what you need." Aemond purrs. You stick your ass up as much as you can. "I need your cock." I whimper. "My cock?" Aemond cooes. You just know that he is smirking wildly. He has you right where he wants you. But you know he is far from done with you. He slaps his cock down on the flesh of your ass. You wriggle, too eager to have him inside you. Aemond chuckles wickeldy and teases your core with the head of his cock, holding you open with one hand on your buttcheek. You whimper, pushing back. That earns you a very hard spank. "Not so greedy." Aemond warns.

"Please, oh please, my prince." You whine. Your core gasps open, so needy for his cock. Aemond groans, too tempted by the wet heat of your body drawing him in. He thrusts forward, breaching your core. "Oh Gods!" You moan loudly. Aemond groans, pushing deeper inside you. And he fills you so well! You fit together as though the Gods of Old Valyria meant it that way.

"And you better thank me for it." Aemond growls, his hand finding your throat again.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #ewan mitchell #hotd #house of the dragon #smut under the cut

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 974 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Reader Angst | Syverson Smart Mouth | Reader Smart Mouth | Reader Syverson Tension | Foul Language | Sexist Comment ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist ►Chap. 1

With a roll of your eyes as Syverson's back was turned, you shake your head and lean against a pile of sandbags. Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand you push yourself off the sandbags and follow Syverson as he heads into one of the tents.

"Don't you have someplace else to be Y/N?" He shoots you a look.

"Last time I checked... Sir, my orders were to follow you around... so here I am, like a lost fuckin puppy... Sir... following you around. So, do you have anything you want me to do?" You ask with a bite in your tone and a knitted brow.

"A lost fuckin puppy huh? Well Lost Puppy, why don't you get on all fours, tuck tail and go be useful elsewhere. I've got adult thing to do." He bit back.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead. You spin on your heel and turn to walk out.

"You're forgetting something." He states.

With a rolling of your eyes, a clench of your jaw a tightening of your fists you snarl. "Yes. Sir." You state as you walk out of the tent and off to your own and you throw your cap down on the bed and you begin to pace.

Oh you're pissed, almost beyond so. How fuckin dare he?! Shaking you're so angry you sit down, let out a loaded breath and re-read the letter from home. You miss home, you miss the comfort, and that damn air conditioning you will never complain about again after dealing with the heat here.

For the moment reading from home calms you. You're able to think and able to come down and remind yourself why you're here. Closing your eyes you let out a very soft breath. You end up reminding yourself why you're here, looking at the picture of your family, and the picture of those you consider family. Everything comes down, and it gives you that moment of calm.

But as quickly as it happened, it was quickly ruined. The moment you heard his voice you tensed, your whole body tensed. You were about ready to throw fists.

"Listen..." He went to speak but you cut him off.

"No, you fuckin listen. My orders were specifically to follow your ass around. To do what you needed done. And you come along and treat me like some sort of object. Let me make this very fuckin clear.... Sir... I'm not some object for you to objectify, I'm not some thing for you to just... Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck this whole fuckin thing." You stated finding it difficult to find your words.

Syverson looks at you and crosses his arms, at first, he was defensive, but you had a point. His jaw clenched and he looks at you. "If you can't hack it, pack your shit and go the fuck home." He stated before he walked out.

Reaching down you grabbed your helmet and threw it in his direction. Not realizing you hit the back of his head with the helmet considering you weren't really aiming, he snarled. "What the?" He looked down seeing your name on it. He growled. "Pick up your helmet Y/N. Be in my tent 20 minutes." He ordered before walking away.

He couldn't lie, he was mildly impressed, but he also just took a helmet to the back of the head, so he was a little pissed, though truly not enough to really do anything. He crossed a line, he knew it, but at the same time, he felt you needed to grow a backbone, and maybe he was right.

"You wanted to see me." Fuck his Sir, after all that, fuck him.

"Yeah, take a seat." He stated shoving the chair on the other side of the table with his boot.

Looking down you take a seat and look over at him. Waiting for him to start going off at the lips.

"Tomorrow, we have to head into the city. We have to meet with someone big about some crap. Trust me, I know just as much as I'm telling you now. I'm not gonna lie, I don't want someone who likes me with me. I'd rather have someone who hates me cover my ass than someone who likes me. Be ready, we leave at 05:00. Think you can manage... At least I know you throw a grenade, you'll hit your target." He stated with a mild compliment.

Looking over his face you clench your jaw a moment and your nostrils flair, really? A compliment... fuckin whiplash! "You just want someone to follow you around... is that me tucking my tail and finding somewhere else to be useful... or are you going to treat me like a normal person?" You asked.

"Don't push your luck. Be ready. It's going to be a bit of a hell storm if shit goes south. Also... you speak native Because I'll need someone to translate." He stated.

Finally, something where you can truly be useful. You smile a bit and nod. "Yeah, I speak Arabic... I can translate." You state kinda proud of it.

"Good, be here. 05:00. Don't be late." He states shooing you off.

Nodding you get up and start to head out of the tent. He looks at you. "Oh, one last thing Y/N... smile more. Looks good on you." he stated

Walking out of the tent after that, your emotions are kind of all over the place. You don't know how to accept not one but two compliments, one indirect, and the other direct. What the fuck...? It was a lot in an odd way. Looking back toward the tent you furrow your brow and let out a heavy breath and head to your post for the rest of the day.

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shoshiwrites · 6 months

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hollowed-out pianos in the dark

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Band of Brothers (TV 2001) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles Grant/Floyd Talbert Talbert and Grant and a quiet moment in Austria.

Wrote ~1k of Tab/Chuck smut with feelings. and my first time writing M/M for this side of the fandom (or any fandom!). I really love this pairing and it would mean a lot if people checked it out, if they are so inclined.

#band of brothers #shoshi writes #smut under the cut #or in this case at the link #takes a shot before i chicken out and delete this post

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kaeyx · 7 months

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can i get smt w dacryphilia and dumbification pleaseee (/ω＼)

You didn't specify who but to me this just screams Fyodor.

He loves making you go braindead, even better if he doesn't even have to touch you. Snapping his fingers and pointing and you immediately settle under his desk ready to take him in your mouth, perfectly trained, not even focusing on yourself or your pleasure. Just looking at him though wide, vacant, adoring eyes while you leave kisses up his length and suckle his tip, it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. Letting you grind against his shoe like a dog and thanking him, hugging his thin calf and resting your head on his knee, genuinely convinced he's being so nice to you by allowing you to have this, being grateful when he allows you to debase yourself for his entertainment. Stopping your movements automatically when you start getting too close because you don't even ask anymore, he's drilled it into your stupid little brain that you don't cum. Repeating the cycle until you're in tears, sniffling quietly into his pants and trying to not disturb him even though you can barely move for a few seconds before having to pull away and fight your orgasm. Petting your head and seeing you look at him with red, puffy eyes and nothing behind them, a cloud of need surrounding your brain, making it so easy for him to teach you absolute obedience.

#asks.answered #fyodor.bsd #fyodor smut #fyodor x reader #i always end up putting his stuff under a cut bc I think it's too fucked up to keep out in the open lol

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lovelywingsart · 2 years

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Told y'all I was in a mood.

I actually like this one quite a bit more due to the subject matter- but don't let that fool you, this isn't 'cute'. uwu It's also adding to the little thing I have going on with Karl being the Submissive of the situation, which I have ALOT of fun with~

Heavy censored smut under the cut~

Because sometimes you've gotta mix a few kinks together to drive your partner fucking insane when he's the Submissive in the situation 💙

Because no matter how it seems, Emelia IS topping the absolute fuck out of him.

Karl definitely isn't arguing.

... Ok, maybe a little... 😏

That is the face of an Enby who knows exactly what the fuck she wants and knows EXACTLY that she's going to get it. As much as they can, at least. As much as she would HIGHLY enjoy walking away pregnant from this, alas, no dice this time around...

Until the Survival AU~

//This wasn't song inspired, but 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails was the main thing I listened to while making this so enjoy. 😂//

As always, you can see the uncensored on my 18+ Twitter~ I know I'm making these a bit... risqué to say the least when it comes to censoring, but like... I dunno what else it wants me to do. So oh well uwu

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wlfpet · 1 year

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i want to run my pussy on abby's hammer like a cat in heat i need her to make fun of me i want to suck on her tongue spit everywhere i do not care amen

AN; this is that shit that makes you embarrassed to look at mirrors after you write it. I gotta go... repently shamefully for this... if you know what I mean.

content tags: MEAN dom!Abby, assplay, object insertion (r!receiving, anal, yeah...) spanking (r!receiving), degradation (abs calls the reader whore, slut, bitch, etc.) , humiliation, name calling, affectionate pet name used in mean ways, mindbreak if u squint and tilt your head, strap on penetration (r!receiving), messy/dirty sex? public sex, nobody walks in but reader has thoughts about if someone did. spit kink but not in the mouth. abby and the reader and kinda nasty dirty and unhinged but are deeply in love and there IS aftercare!! started as an informal headcannon, somehow we got to paragraphs and thousand-word counds

WC: 3.1k

proofread?: yes \ no \ barely

tl;dr: abby sluts you out for being bad, you become very well-acquainted with a hammer.

just want u to know that you’re sick (lovingly) and I had to get in peak porn writing position to pump out this reply… no pun intended.

first of all we would have to fight over the hammer but that’s neither here nor there let’s unpack mean, condescending dom abby who loves to tease and make u cry.

I know I said Abby wouldn’t like fucking in public but I also love going back on my word and maybe this is one of those times where she gets super frustrated with you and decides to take u down a peg. she’s forever the doting, loving girlfriend but she knows she’s created a spoiled brat, nd sometimes u just push her too far; running your mouth too fucking much, using your body to rile her up right before her next assignment, and leaving her high and dry, the way you flaunt everything around the stadium, traipsing around in short little skirts, or a paper-thin button up, the hard baby buds of your nipples greeting everyone you talked to. hell, even the one time she caught you going commando at your job, flashing her little slips of your wet pussy as you passed her items over the consignment desk.

if you wanted to be a loose, disrespectful whore, she could play that game too. if she had to punish you into being good for her again, it was a low price to pay.

she’d tell you she had something to show you in the woods outside the stadium, ‘just something for you and me, mouse.’ of course, she’d give you one last chance to make it up to her, to prove that you’re good. but you’re too cocky, wandering hands trailing over her skin, down her chest, cupping that space between her thighs to feel the fat strap she was packing, just for you. Feigning dropping something on the ground to grind your hips against that hard, imposing bulge. She’d play nice, just for a second, looking down at you from your place on your knees. You had that innocent face plastered on, the slightest pull of a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth.

“hi, mam-“ you started, but she shushed you, instead using her palm to push up your head gently, the telltale sign of your favourite ritual. you opened your mouth hungrily, fanning out your tongue in that pliant, pretty way that she loved, letting her know you were all hers. For a second, it softened her; you, happily on your knees, that look of sheer devotion painting your face, waiting to be molded, created in her image. but it was never that easy, and you recoiled as a heavy spray of saliva drenched your face, sticking to your skin and dribbling from your stuck-together lashes. You blinked it back, vision obscured, hands moving away to wipe it causing a filthy smear on your visage.

Your play at aloofness was the last straw, and you found hard fingers tangling their way into your hair and forcing you down in a different position, the pit of her lips and her hot breath beating the side of your face.

“you take me for a fucking joke, cunt?”

“No mama, never— jus’ playin’ a little bit—“

you’d pout, craning your neck to look at her through fluttered lashes and teary eyes. Her jaw was clenched tight, forcing her words through gritted teeth. Eyes dark and predatory, looking over you like a piece of meat. A trail of fear cobbled down your spine and Abby walked it, shoving your mid back down to get you exactly how she wanted you. You were arched up with your tummy and breasts pressed down into the grass, the soft globes of your soft, plentiful ass poking from your flipped-over skirt, knees scuffed by the soil. you were sure that your face was caked with mud or would be. Your cunny wet your panties easily from the excitement of it all, dripping from that pit of terror and sheer animalistic arousal that only Abby, your one true owner could unlock. The slick ran down your thighs, filthy little drips painting your skin that made her own cunt boil internally. From below, you could see the woman who towered over you crack a crooked smile.

There she was.

“Didn’t I say that if you make it hard for me, I’ll make it hard for you?”

You nodded, silently, shamefully. Abby was cruel, palming your ass violently, kneading it, a rage that had been simmering for weeks boiling over in one moment, and you were the frog who didn’t notice the temperature rising until it was too late. “Better brace yourself, dumb fuckin’ whore.”

You wanted to press your luck. to tease just a bit harder, to say ‘for what?’ with the hopes she’d squirm, get out of her body a bit, see if you could brat your way into getting just a little bit more. But before you could open your mouth to let out a cheeky quip, a sound something like the swing of a knife in the wind cut through the silence, and a forgiveless, merciless blow dented your little ass. Your body shot forward against your will, every muscle in those damned delicious arms working overtime to knock you off balance. You knew you were severely fucked, that Abs would have you walking funny for days after how you behaved, that she had no plans of going easy on you.

“Mam- mommy, mommy,” you started, babbling like a fool, nose running and mouth awash with drool as you took your punishment, warm flesh being peppered with harsh smacks that reddened your beloved dom’s palm and indented your skin with hot spiderwebs. She didn’t respond, but you could hear heavy breaths and grunts of exertion pushing out of her nostrils. Your pussy was still leaking, panties nearly translucent from how ruined the fabric was. she was sure to leave a couple of blows there, too, your bitty clitty fighting its way out of its cloak of protection, unwittingly making it a prime target for the abuse your ass was under.

The cloth was removed from you, and abby silently marveled at your redness, the juiciness of your drooling snatch, and how your nub pulsated like it had its own mini heartbeat. she gripped it best she could, wetness making her fingers slip before she could catch good traction, and pulling the bundle of nerves towards her slightly. You were squeaking, moaning, guttural, and animalistic as you fucked your hips in her direction, the pinned hands still captured in her large fist slapping and clawing at any flesh it could find, even the still sensitive globes of your asscheeks. “Ple— fuck, please mama, be niceeee.”

“Fuck are you crying for? You’re a fucking faucet down here, we both know you need this.” water from your eyes dripped down, inky black marks rolling over your nose and into the dirt beneath you, marring your pretty face. your pussy was drooling though, and the rough treatment was exactly what you had been needing. she was always too busy with patrols, or supply runs, or any of the stupid vanity projects Isaac would spring on her at the drop of a hat. she’d feel remorseful about it, trying to placate you at night with lazy rubs to your clit or skating her tongue through your slit, but it wasn’t enough, and all you needed was to get taken down the way you deserved.

like this.

“open up those legs.” she said it like you had a choice, ha. “needa get you ready to take my cock. I mean, that is what you came out here for, right?” you wanted to say a lot, yes mommy, I’m a whore, yes mommy, I’m addicted to your dick, yes mommy, I’m a needy cockslut who has to have it every night lest I lose my fucking mind. but you were already gone; already in that soft, stupid, braindead space where you happily existed as her favourite hole and nothing more, so all you could do was force a weak nod.

but that wasn’t enough for mommy, never enough for mommy. her disapproval came down in the form of her hard, dirty boot on your ass, jostling you, enough to shock you back to life and give you a little scare, but enough to not hurt her baby too bad, because that was unforgivable. she angled her knee over, the tread gripping your ass and splitting your lips apart to reveal the ruby red of your hidden jewel. you could hear the telltale flick and jingle of her utility belt flipping open. there was only a second to exist in confusion before you hissed, keening unintentionally at the feeling of cold metal persisting against those red-hot folds between your thighs.

It was… whatever it was, but it drove you insane; slight bumps, divots, irregularities working every moan and scream out of you, tapping you like a leaky faucet as Abby tormented your hole. That damned work boot kept you open as she took her time, sometimes dipping the unknown attacker into your hole only to let it pop out as she fucked her arm back and forth, up and down, veins pulsing from the exertion. You were insane, fully broken without even feeling her cock in you, being painfully teased, barely fucked with the cold steel she had summoned.

She had fucked you with a lot; grinding on her pistol while she raked the clip through your hole, some shitty keepsake Issac had gotten her to celebrate her first 100 confirmed kills that was just the right size and girth for an anal dildo. fuck, even detached the quiver of her crossbow so that you could grind and get off like a good little girl in the front of the Jeep while she filled up the boot after a supply run.

But you couldn’t pick this one.

Abs was always good to you, a little mean sometimes, but this was just another way she was good to you, devoted to making your slut pussy feel the way it needed to. She was mean, however, when she left you empty and whimpering at the lack of stimulation as she pulled her arm away, dropping her foot and leaning over you as she brought the weapon of m(ass) destruction to your face. “you run that fuckin’ mouth enough, can use it for useful shit too, right?” She started, rough and imposing. “Get your new friend nice and clean for mommy.”

it was… a ball-peen hammer, flat on one side, rounded and fat on the other, and dripping with your nectar from end to end. You shuddered with excitement. She was so fucking dirty, so fucking sick for this, and you were impossibly turned on by it. you needed more. Your lips formed an O instantly, taking the less girthy head into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own sinful juices coating your tongue. if anyone came upon this sight, if a passing group of scars came by and blew your head off, It didn’t matter, nothing mattered right now, the two of you could get ambushed at that very moment, and you would die happily as mommy’s perfectly debased whore.

she released the grip on your arms, pulling your head up by your hair to fit more of the tool in your waiting, happy mouth. you lapped it all, wetness leaking down your neck and between your pert breasts. Your saliva ran lengthwise down the handle, Abby’s palms being coated in the slick, drippy and sticky. You whined as she took it back, pouting immediately with disappointment. you could hear something muttered, a nonchalant ‘calm the fuck down’ and then the telltale drag of zipper teeth as Abby forced her cock free, dragging the fat head through your folds.

“Want me, mouse?” she said, tone almost sweet again as she fucked slightly into your waiting pussy, just the tip and nothing more. It was almost enough to make the waterworks start again, what felt like hours of evil teasing, toying around with your body like it was a game. She slipped in deeper, then pulled the sheathed inches completely out, biting the fat of her bottom lip as the diamond lines of your wetness stayed connected in thin air. you were fucking gorgeous, and she could take you right here and now, give you all the dick you needed, and melt your brain until you needed to be carried home.

But she wanted to drag it all out, wanted this to be the punishment. You could take all of the receiving, even if the cruel and unusual, but the anticipation, the not having is what killed you; and she knew which ticks would force you to lose it.

you were stumbling, babbling, everything swimming through your head too fast. Your exploited cunny was pulsating, the air blowing between your netherlips making everything so much more sensitive, making your brain even foggier. A thick, adept thumb flattened against your folds, dipping in to collect some of the sacred liquid and smearing it against your inner thigh. Her fingers drummed the fat of your butt impatiently. “So you’re gonna make me take you home? That what you want?”

“No!” You shrieked, on the verge of tantruming. It was too much, enough to wake you up, at attention and ready to take what she was willing to give. “No, no, I mean— want you! need you mama. So bad.” You swirled your hips around for emphasis, grinding against nothing, searching for anything to put out the fire she set inside of you. “On your elbows for me, then.” She said, waiting for you to comply in order to drop your head back down. She hummed in appreciation at your unwavering obedience, enjoying how much you were willing to degrade yourself for this, before she spread open your pussy lips and bottomed out all at once. “Goood fuckin girl, Mouse.”

The fire never got put out, it was quite the opposite, as though your whole body was alight from each nerve ending as she pounded into you with that body made of sheer muscle. She pressed forward, repositioning you with no hands and deepening your arch until she had the proper leverage to hit that fucking spot. She grabbed your hand from behind, guiding you to split your own pussy apart for better access.

Abby loved you for shit like this, how you clenched as you approached a peak, how that sloppy white ring would collect on the blue of her dick. You needed to be fucked like this, to be reminded what happens when toys step out of line and give their owners problems, and she had no qualms with destroying your brain and rebuilding it piece by piece. She could die in this pussy.

Another bead of spit rained against you, a large gob deep in your asshole. She worked you, effortlessly, snapping her hips to batter your cunt every time, using you completely for her twisted desires, moving to slip her thumb into the taut ring for a better grip. You were on cloud nine, barely forming words, sounding like you were speaking in code. Just loud, loose moans ringing from your throat. Yeah, you were sure you’d have to get put on recess for a couple of days to survive the mental effects of this cock.

“Relax for me, babe.” she whispered, softly and sweetly removing her thumb from your tightest hole before the sensation was replaced with something larger, more foreign, cold and hard, and —shiiittt

Abigail Anderson was a fucking crazy person, pushing the ball tip of the hammer into your quivered hole, letting the handle rest on your back as she continued destroying you with no mercy. “Aww, my lil’ Mousey got her very own tail.” She teased, jiggling your ass with her free hand as she watched the brown handle tap against your back in time with her thrusts. You whimpered, and she wrenched your head back up with a firm palm on your neck to meet your eyes. “When Mommy tells a joke, Mousey fuckin’ laughs, right?” She growled into your ear, punctuating her anger with a harsh slap to your already bruised ass and a rough thrust, pounding your secret spot and sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You tried to force a giggle, but the sensations from your battered pussy warped the sound into a ragged moan, and you tried to whine, beg, sputter your way into her favour. All you could manage was the stupid repetition of ‘Mousey has a tail, Mousey has a tail!’ until it broke down into just ‘tailtailtailtailfuckkinnnntail’ and until that melted into nothing, just a cheap sob and a scream running through the forest as your orgasm ran through you in the form of floor-sprinkling rivulets and a clench around mommy’s cock.

You wanted to fall but she wouldn’t let you, wanted to cry but she didn’t let you, and then, everything was gone and she was around you, strong arms holding you up, steady hands wiping the dirt from your face, soft lips kissing you everywhere in spite of the dirt on your face. “Got you, Mouse. You’re okay, you’re with me.” She whispered, running a reassuring palm through your hand, moving down to massage the back of your neck.

“Wanna lay down?” She said, motioning to her pack. She always brought a blanket, clean clothes for you, water, snacks, her gun, so that you would never have to hold one with her around. She tried her best to unfurl the fabric with one hand, laying you down and wiping through your poor, swollen kitten with a cloth damp from her canteen. She redressed you, fresh panties, one of her tee-shirts, tented by the hard pebbles of your nipples sticking out. She spread out next to you, letting you find your way to the crook of her neck, to that chest-to-chest position you loved because you could feel her heartbeat like it was yours. she still loved you, of course, would kiss your cheeks and soothe the bruises she left behind and remind you what you have is a forever thing, but that sometimes you need the bad with the good. You were such a bad girl, too whiny and needy for your own good, a spoiled little monster *she* created, but she loved you because of it.

Yeah, she fucking loved you.

#anon messages!!#tiki answers #abby x reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson ff #abby smut #i dunno what to say like i'm shocked. had to put this under a cut because I was so fucking shocked!

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ghostaholics · 1 year

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𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 (𝒉𝒄)

PAIRING: Captain John Price x fem!Reader WARNING(S): [ 18+ ]; unprotected p-in-v sex; shower sex, unintentional temperature play A/N: I see your snowed-in cabin fics and instead raise you to 45˚C/100F+ scenarios with the desperate need to stay cool; inspired by the excessive weather where I live. Honestly idk what this is. Just sweaty Price brain rot.

❝ Always makin’ fun of my boonie hat – not much of a laugh now, is it? ❞

And without saying anything else, he plucks it off his head with one smooth motion before setting it on your own, a rush of heat floods your face at the idea that he's just sacrificed his most treasured protective outwear at your expense.

❝ Looks good, might be better on you than me. ❞

Having to reapply another fresh layer of sunscreen along the thick muscle of his neck, your hands kneading into the sweat-slick skin at his nape – even though you've already wiped at his neck so that it's dry but the sweltering heart keeps generating more beads of perspiration (drip, drip) in the same way the thought of you touching him spawns a fresh gush between your legs, all sticky and messy.

And what makes it even worse is the soft grunts he lets out as your fingertips work on their own accord, finding a knot in between his shoulders and easing the point of tension there with purposeful movements as he relaxes under you, but you start to falter because he's making noises that you really don't want to think too much about before his voice, pitched low and hoarse, startles you out of your thoughts—

❝ Keep at it, love. ❞

Then you're finally done; you tell him so, and you feel some reluctance as you're pulling away because a stupid part of you wants to know what other sounds you can coax out of him. So you adjust the shemagh over his neck back in place and swallow the lump in your throat.

❝ Thank you, ❞ he murmurs, and it's in the same fucking tone he used earlier that turns your breathing shallow and useless.

❝ Anytime. ❞

Then he turns around, eyes smoldering, irises bleeding blue and says—

❝ Don't say that if you're not looking for me to take you up on that offer. ❞

Price fetches some ice cubes. You're not sure where he gets them; you only know that he turns up with a container out of nowhere.

He cups your jaw, angles your head up to expose the column of your throat, cool mouth pressed against your heated flesh, slighty salty with sweat. It's almost overstimulating, the coldness of his lips and the rough scrape of his facial hair against your sensitive skin.

When it melts, he laps up the remaining liquid, flattening his tongue, leaves little nips here and there as he trails over your neck.

The shower in the safehouse is complete and utter shite, not cold enough, lukewarm at best, but it's running water so he can't complain too much about all of its faults as long as it washes away the sticky feeling of being drenched everywhere along his body.

He's peeling off his gear fast, every layer, shucking it off on his way to the bathroom

And while you're still transfixed on his retreating figure, he notices that you don't follow him so he comes back, drags you into the bathroom without saying another word.

He sits you on the counter, starts with sliding your jacket off your shoulder, unlacing your boots, pulling off your top, and once you finally snap out of it, you're helping him speed up the process.

He could fuck you like this, on the counter, or over it with the mirror in front of you. But he doesn't. Maybe later.

Another reason this shower's fucking terrible: it's a small space that can really only accommodate one person, but he'll make it work, god damn it, and he hoists you up, has your legs circling around his waist because space in this cramped stall is both a luxury and a curse.

You tell him to fuck you, not to waste time on foreplay because you've been waiting so long, and he knows, he's just as bad.

❝ I will after, I promise... I fuckin' promise I'll take my time then. ❞

He groans as he pushes into you, feeds you his cock. You're right; you're ready for him, cunt swallowing him whole as he fucks you against the shower tile.

❝ Just too easy, sweetheart. ❞

#don’t read this I think I wrote this under a fever dream #i'm pretty sure i had more to say and just cut to the chase #john price x reader #john price smut #john price x you #captain john price #cod headcanons

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