#so pls close your lips hush your tongue

[ellebabywrites]

If I developed Judas Kiss into a novel, would y’all keep quiet about it being a Mark Lee fic… 😅

#I don’t wanna be in the stephenie meyer club #but I wanna develop this story #I love judas kiss so much #so pls close your lips hush your tongue #👀 #elle hours

[yanderemommabean]

Mama I would suplex a boulder for a follow up to the yandere virus post pls pls pls 🥺

You can’t even think. First you’re in the hallways trying to get to your own bed, now you’re being forced into kissing and swapping tongues with two very eager women whose hands are becoming more and more invasive and demanding. Phoebe was more aggressive about how she kissed you. Her tongue lapped and flicked the roof of your mouth and coaxed out near pathetic mewls and whimpers, while Sadie made it her job to steal you away when Phoebe needed to breathe. Sadies kisses were just as eager but not as intense, like she was savoring every bit she could. Both truly intoxicating in their own right. 

You can’t even bring it in yourself to fight. Something about all of this was intoxicating (as well as terrifying. You were sure even if you did fight harder, that shock collar would make this a lot worse. Perhaps it’s best to try and enjoy what you can?) Their touches were demanding, grabbing at you and roughly yanking your shirt off. 

“N-No” you stammer, trying to reach up and cover yourself but Sadie easily pins your wrist back down, shushing you softly as Phoebe begins to feel up your breasts. 

“Shh shh shh. You’re so pretty baby. So needy and desperate. Look how hard your nipples are already! Clearly you need us to help with this. You’re so pent up, kisses is all it took to make you like this” 

Your cheeks burn, your face feels like it was molten hot, and you hated that they were right. You couldn't exactly get off lately with the stress of school and the fact that, you know, they’re your bullies. You gasp wetly as Phoebe takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over your sensitive bud, moaning in satisfaction as you feel your body tense and your hips raise off the bed. 

Sadie just giggles, sliding her hand down into the front of your panties. You were humiliated at how wet you had become, the slick stain on the fabric being all the proof they really needed that you liked this, even if you were fighting it. You can only cry out and gasp into their shared possessive kisses, Sadies fingers rubbing teasing and slow circles on your clit before dipping lower to feel your drenched folds, her middle finger circling your hole as it flutters. Phoebe placed her fingers into your mouth to hush you, her mouth working on your other nipple as she indulged herself in every noise you made for them. It’s a shame you have to be quiet this time, but once they’re able to, you’ll be moaning until your throat is raw. 

Phoebe crawls up to push you back into Sadies lap, grinning like a wicked demon as she looks you up and down. “I know we told Naomi we’d wait but…a little taste won't hurt right? I mean she’s so cute! Desperate and mewling like a little kitten, perhaps that's a better pet name instead?” 

You arch once again as Sadie begins to suckle and bite on your neck, her fingers pressing in faster circles as she teases your dripping pussy. You couldn’t form a singular thought, not even one of protest- as if your body wasn’t betraying you anyway. A choked moan leaves your throat as Phoebe slides down, holding your legs apart. She admired every mark and blemish on your skin, her fingers possessively gripping the flesh as he kissed up and down, from the apex of your hips to your calves, making herself comfy between your thighs as Sadie made sure your arms were held down tightly. “I think regardless she makes such a cute little pet. Look at how she writhes and cries out, she’s so sensitive! Naomi really needs to hurry up, she doesn’t know what she’s missing”. 

You try in vain to slam your legs closed as a last ditch effort to defend yourself, but with how easy they managed to do everything thus far? It was pretty much laughable. Phoebe just toys with your lips, dragging her finger up and down as she watches your hips twitch and your stomach tighten, her mouth watering. “Oh she’s missing such a pretty sight. Y/N’s so wet, I bet she could cum just from her nipples being toyed and played with! Oooh, does our puppy want to test that out? Or do you want something better?” 

You swallow, wincing as Sadie massages your breasts and bites into you again and again like she’s trying to brand you. Not to be a smart ass or anything but the collar more or less does that already. “J-Just, please, I-I” “Aww, don't be scared! You’re doing so well! C’mon” Sadie coaxes, her hands traveling down to also play with your pussy, watching as your hips act on their own to roll up against her hand as Phoebe watches with hunger and amusement. “You’re being so good, Y/N. You can keep being good can’t you? Just let us take care of you, melt all that stress away” 

“P-please!” you cry out, only to feel Phoebe grip your face and steal another kiss, her voice going low as she whispers in your ear “You’re cumming for us, one way or the other. If we have to tie you down with those wands and vibrators and drain you dry, we will. I suggest you behave unless you want to watch me lose my patience”. 

You make a noise of resentment and fear in the back of your throat, knowing that they were more than capable of having you tied down and at their mercy. You wince as both women begin to kiss up and down your body again, biting and marking wherever they wished, making you jerk and hiss when their teeth break the skin. 

Before Phoebe could pull away to threaten to act on that scenario she mentioned, having been impatient for your response, the door is knocked on and Naomi enters, a sultry smile on her face at the sight of you, barely clothed and clearly being enjoyed by the other two. 

“Well…I hope I didn't miss too much,” She says, locking the door and beginning to remove her outfit. She comes to grab your face, stealing a heated kiss that once again takes your breath away, only pulling away when she absolutely had too. Naomi admires you for a moment before giving Phoebe and Sadie a certain look, before saying “Well? What are we waiting for? It’s a three day weekend, so let’s get started” (-Mommabean, I hope you liked it! Sorry if it wasn't super spectacular I got some home stuff bothering me and I had to kinda rush! Still, this was fun!)

#yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #yandere lesbians #yandere female #yandere noncon #yandere dubcon #poly yandere #yandere smut #yandere lemons

[be-my-sunrise]

12:06am

pairings: bf!haechan x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 637

warnings: oral (m receiving), deep throating, reader gives him head in a car full of people, cum swallowing

"Babe, can't you just wait until we get to the villa?"

Haechan spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to alert the others. You press your palm against his crotch and massage the growing bulge in response. A shiver runs through his spine when you lick the spot below his ear before whispering softly.

"But I want you right now, Hyuckie. Please?"

You give him your best pout and pleading eyes. Haechan glances around the car while you continue to pepper kisses on his neck. Mark has his full attention on the road, Jaemin–who sits on the passenger's seat–is busy picking which song to blast through the speaker next, Winter has her earphones in and is too engrossed in the movie playing on her phone to notice anything, and Giselle is asleep next to her. The two of you are sitting at the very back, so technically, it should be fine.. right?

"Fine. But if they hear–"

"They won't, baby." 

Wasting no time, you quickly pull the zipper down and take his cock out before he changes his mind. You lean down to lick stripes up and trail the tip of your tongue along the veins of his cock. Haechan shifts on his seat, slightly sitting sideways because he wants to look at your face when he stuffs it full with his cock.

You swirl your tongue on the tip of his cock, tasting the precum before closing your lips around it. You hollow your cheeks to suck the tip while pumping his length as well. He almost let a moan slip when you start bobbing your head, but he managed to hold it back.

He brushes your hair, collecting each strand in his fist, making it into a makeshift ponytail. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app to take pictures of you. Once he's satisfied with the pictures, he puts his phone away. He pushes your head up and down while you massage his balls. He bites hard on his lower lip, trying to suppress his moans. You can hear him panting quietly, but it was still loud enough for you to hear. 

Haechan's breath hitches in his throat as you hollow your cheeks once more. He thrusts his hips, basically fucking your mouth at this point. His abdomen tenses as he's nearing his release, so he pushes your head down all the way, holding it in place. Your eyes start watering as you struggle to fit his entire length in your mouth. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of your mouth.

You look up at your boyfriend through your lashes and the sight of him makes you moan, sending vibrations through his cock. Chest heaving, his head leaned back, eyebrows knitted together, lip slightly parted, and bonus points because his bottom lip is a bit swollen from him biting down on it. His hips jerks up from the sensation, pushing his cock even deeper, your nose pressing against his lower abdomen.

You almost choke when he shoots his load down your throat, but you manage to catch every last drop. You even show him that you swallowed everything. Haechan smiles as he drags his thumb to wipe off the saliva pooling on the corners of your lips.

"Good girl."

You straighten your back and fix your hair while he tucks himself back in his pants. He turns to you, cradling your face softly and pulls you closer for a kiss. You break the kiss and lean your head on his shoulder. Haechan looks around the car,  eyeing his friends once more and lets out a small sigh of relief, knowing that his friends are oblivious.

But little did he know, someone did catch your naughty act, silently wishing to join the two of you. After all, Haechan wasn't exactly discreet about it.

#be-my-sunrise #thea's writings #thea's drabbles #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck smut #nct smut #nct imagines #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #haechan x reader #lee haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #nct 127 smut #nct 127 imagines

[cheolhub]

happy cheolhub day sar!!! 🎉🫶🏽the banner for your bday post is so cuteee i love the colors! i might be too late for the bday bash, but if i’m not can i ask for “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more” + joshua, please? 💗

7:15 p.m. — joshua hong

prompt. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

wc. ~1.9k

warnings. slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing, bathroom sex (bathroom belongs to cheol oops), mirror sex, needy joshua <3, reader is a menace, dirty talk, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie [MINORS DNI 18+]

note. hi cherry!! thank you lots <333 i kinda… pulled this out of my ass so forgive me if you hate it lol >< as always, this was not proofread so if any of u see a mistake, pls ignore it

event closed

there are many things you love and appreciate about joshua hong. he’s caring, for one, willing to bend over backwards just to see you smile. he also just so happens to be one of the funniest men you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and while he is a menace 99.9% of the time, you can’t imagine not having him by your side. 

and, well, you can be a bit of a menace yourself. 

if there’s one particular thing you love the most about joshua, though, it’s his ability to be completely and utterly patient in almost every situation. he’s always cool, calm, collected– for the most part– and he knows how to wait for the things he wants till the right time comes. (read: things he wants being you) 

and you wish you could say the same about yourself, but you’re not even the slightest bit patient. to you, waiting is pointless and essentially time-consuming. screw “good things come to those who wait.”

nonetheless, you love this trait of his because you thoroughly enjoy testing him and watching his patient resolve crumble with your every action. especially in public. especially at your weekly movie nights in seungcheol’s house.

“stop,” he hisses, swatting your hand away from his thigh. “i already told you, you can have whatever you want when we get home.”

a faux pout etches into your lips, you quietly whine out, “but josh… i want it now.”

“no.” he says sternly, turning back to the movie. technicolor flashes over his face as something happens on the screen. he wish he knew what the plot of this flashy movie was, but all he can think about is how you’re silently begging for his dick right next to him even though a handful of his best friends sit on the floor in front of the two of you. 

you scoot closer to him, lightly ghosting your lips against the underside of his jaw, trailing up to his ear. “please, baby… i miss your cock.” you whisper. “wanna taste. i can’t wait, been needing it all night.”

your hand presses down onto his covered cock, palming him through his shorts. you pant, breath fanning against his ear causing a shiver to run down his spine. 

you nearly salivate as you feel him harden under you, your mouth craving the weight of his cock on your tongue. it’s obvious his patience is wearing thin because his protests have stopped and he’s become much more compliant. 

“josh,” you bring your voice just above a whisper. “please, i’ll do anything to have you in my mouth right now.”

his hand wraps around your wrist, roughly pulling you away from his aching hard on. he leans in close to you, whispering, “go wait for me in the bathroom upstairs.”

you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster, nodding your head before detaching yourself from his side. you quietly step around the boys on the floor with hushed, “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” in reply to their grumbles. 

“where’s Y/N going?” seungcheol asks, turning back to look at joshua with a raised brow. 

the lie slips out of his mouth so easily, “ah, she had to call her boss. something about a file she forgot to turn in. i’ll go check on her if she’s not back in a bit.” when seungcheol nods, turning his head back to the television screen where the other eyes are, he lets out a silent breath of relief.

a few minutes pass with joshua twiddling his thumb, cock throbbing in his pants knowing you’re waiting for him just a few steps away. he finally stands, stepping away whispering a ‘be right back’ to which seungcheol and jeonghan mumble in response, too engrossed in the stupid movie to care about what the two of you are doing anymore.

he walks up the steep flight of stairs and into the guest bathroom where you’re sitting on the wide expanse of seungcheol’s countertop, gnawing on your bottom lip and swinging your legs back and forth. your head snaps up to see your boyfriend with a stony expression striding over to you. 

“you’re such a fucking tease,” he murmurs, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “putting your hands all over me in someone else’s home, are you that desperate? couldn’t wait an hour till we got home?”

you nod your head, lips spreading into a cheeky grin, “i’m always desperate for you, joshie.” 

your words come across as taunting, but you are beyond desperate for him. the heat pooling in the pit of your tummy and the puddle forming in your panties tells you so. 

“menace.” he scoffs, squeezing the clothed skin beneath his large hands. 

“you’re one to talk.” you flash a toothy grin at him, hoping off the counter and onto your feet. “now, let me suck you off before they realize we’re both missing.” 

joshua hooks a hand under your arm, halting your attempt to drop to your knees. he leans in, voice low as his breath fans against your face. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

your own breath gets caught in your throat, “josh–” you try, but you don’t get to say what you want before joshua spins you around and bends you over the counter, your heated cheek flush against the contrastingly cool quartz.

a whine bubbles in your chest when his hands pull your shorts and panties down in a single go. the chilly air hitting your pulsing heat has another sound slipping your lips, louder and clearly audible.

“shhh, you don’t want them to come up here and find you taking my cock, do you?” he mumbles, pulling his length out of his shorts and dragging the tip through your drenched folds. you gasp at the contact and he chuckles, “actually, that might be exactly what you want, huh?”

“josh…” you pant exasperated, wiggling your ass before him. “please, just fuck me.”

joshua feels his length pulse in his hand at the breathless version of his name, brain short circuiting at how pretty it sounds on your lips. every remaining ounce of patience withers away to nothing and he’s aligning himself with your drooling hole, pushing himself inside of you. he grunts softly, lodging his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent the likes of a needy moan from exiting his mouth. 

your eyes screw shut and your mouth cracks open to let out the quietest mewl. joshua has always had a knack for gently fucking and stretching you open, but when he’s like this? at his wits end, worked up beyond belief, and undeniably needy for release? he’s near animalistic– forcing his cock into you in one go and gripping at your supple skin so tight that it leaves evidence of the action. an absolute force to be reckoned with. 

but despite joshua’s rough gestures at this very moment, he’s very glad you decided to test his patience tonight because he honestly didn’t realize how badly he needed this till he bottomed out in your slick, tight pussy. nothing beats the feeling of your cunt struggling to the shape of his cock even though he’s fucked you a thousand times. 

he throws his head back as he pulls out completely before shoving himself back into you, his tip nestling at your hilt for a few seconds.

“baby, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says breathlessly, actively trying not to make a sound. when you clamp tightly around him, he delivers a sharp thrust into the spot that has your eyes rolling. “you’re fucking evil.” he grunts, his bruising grip on your waist unrelenting. 

your palms lay flat against the counter and you use the remainder of your strength to push yourself up to look at him in the mirror’s reflection. “you love it,” you manage to respond, albeit in a strangled voice. 

a lazy grin forms on his face, “you’re right. i fucking love it.” he agrees. he slams into you with more vigor, cock pistoning in and out of you. “i love it when you fucking test me.” he mindlessly admits. 

you bring one hand to clamp over your hand, leaving the other pressed against the counter to keep you up. you muffle the moans that grow louder with every thrust, but some of them inevitably spill out anyway.

it’s music to joshua’s ears. he’s reveling in the way you moan, uncaring of how his four friends can probably hear you just downstairs. if anything, it spurs him on. he’s savoring the way your throbbing heat wraps around him, squeezing him so tight that he might bust prematurely. he’s loving every second of this and he can’t believe he almost turned the offer enticing offer down. 

tears spring to your eyes as the fiery knot in your belly tightens. joshua groans when your pussy involuntarily flutters and he gives you a knowing look through the mirror. 

“you’re close, aren’t you, baby? gonna cum all over me, yeah?” he asks hotly, words breathy and laced with slight desperation. his pride won’t let him cum before you. 

you sob into your hand, nodding your head. “joshua.” the muffled version of his name has his cock twitching and he can’t stop the guttural groan from bubbling in his chest. 

one of his hands snakes around your body till the calloused pads of his fingers find your sensitive clit. he rubs quick, yet consistent, circles into the hardened bud till your body goes taut under his. 

“that’s it. cum for me.” he coaxes gruffly. he prays that the walls aren’t paper thin because your mewls– even while the sounds are muffled by your hand– mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your heat are positively loud.

you soak his cock in arousal, specks of white flashing in your vision before you nearly collapse. your body goes limp as joshua continues to fervently thrust into you. 

watching you cum has him twitching wildly between your spasming walls and letting out quiet, yet keen moans and groans of pleasure. 

“gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna go back out there with all of it inside of you.” he grunts, thrusts growing more and more brutal. “gonna act like nothing happened with my cum inside your insatiable little cunt, got that?”

you nod, weakly clenching around him again and giving him a pathetic whimper. 

his thrusts grow sloppy and inconsistent before he buries himself inside of you and spills his seed with a breathy moan. he pants, keeping his cock nestled in your ruined cunt till his labored breathing returns to normal. 

after a minute or so, he pulls out of you and quickly pulls your shorts and panties back up to keep his earlier promise. he tucks himself back into his shorts and smiles at your fucked out face through the mirror.

“hope that satiated you,” he says gravelly. “next time you decide to test my patience, i won’t be so nice.” 

you offer a throaty laugh, a lazy smile tugging up your lips, “i’ll be looking forward to it.”

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[twola]

Pls pls a Drabble or one shot of soft sappy sex with Arthur 🙏

Morning light drifts. Almost as if it was afloat, soft and drowsy. Warm and comforting.

Or maybe it’s just the cocoon you’ve wrapped yourself into, bare skin and blankets and an old cot within canvas walls. The quiet of dawn, where the birds awaken, chirping from the trees.

The soft, wet sound of lips meeting lips fills the tent, a thigh slung over hips, fingers tracing jawlines-

“I love you.”

His large hand cups the back of your head, fingers woven into your hair, pulling you gently to him once again. Your hand rests over his ribs, through which you can feel the steady thrum of his heart.

“Love you too-” a hushed breath, in between kisses, need rising, tongues pressing against each other until he moves. He could so easily move you, his size and strength intimidating out on the open road - but with ease and gentleness he pushes you to your back and climbs atop you, your legs opened wide to accept his hips.

Your foreheads touch, your fingers tracing up the hard muscles of his back while his forearms rest on either side of your head. You caress the nape of his neck, playing with the dark honeyed ends of his hair, growing longer by the week.

He leans heavily on one arm while he reaches down between the two of you to grasp his cock, guiding himself to press against the rim of your cunt, the head catching and you suck in a breath as the first inch of him slides inside.

“Alrigh’?” He asks, his voice still sleep-hoarse, and you answer with a nod before slotting your lips to his, tilting your hips up and he slips in another inch.

His eyes flutter closed as he bites his lower lip to keep himself quiet, pressing forward completely to bury himself in you, not stopping until his pelvis is flush to yours, until all of him is sheathed in you. You nuzzle against his jaw, his three-day-old beard scratching against your cheek. After a recentering moment, he finds your lips again, smothering a cry that escapes your throat as he rolls his hips in a full and heady stroke. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder as he does it again, and again, and again.

Sometimes, many times, there is not time for this - that your coupling is quick and fleeting. There is not time to bask in the morning light.

But today, as the larks sing as the world awakens outside of the tent, you flutter around him and he presses himself as deep as he can go, drowning in each other, breathing each other’s breaths, unfurling your love slowly, much as the world is becoming awake.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead fanfic #twolafic #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic

[chryblossomjjk]

the weekend | jjk (teaser)

→pairing: dilf!jk x babysitter reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | fwb?, angst, full fic will include smut

→word count: 618

→warnings: suggestive (as in building up to smut), some dirty talk, hair pulling, neck smoochies, lil lingerie moment, slightly dangerous moment in a car?, implied infidelity, smol appearance from bby yul (holds up ‘aww’ cue card)

→summary: Every weekend, you give Jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing Monday through Friday.

→notes: um long time no see i haven't posted any writing in a while so im v excited and nervy atm! had this teaser planned for a hot minute so yeah v excited to see your reactions! i don't have a set date when this will come out but hopefully soon. as for now, you can check out my masterlist if u wanna wink wink. also this fic will be v angsty so pls if thats not ur thing, skip this. ok love u bye !! feedback is appreciated v much uwu. also this is not beta’d obvi so if there’s any typos or goofiness rip im sorry :’(

“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo; 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you bought just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”

“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, teasing tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”

You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so was being with a man like Jungkook. You’re incapable of rational thought when you finally get to have him the way you want. One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied.

“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips.  “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear. 

“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”

“Maybe I-”

A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in, strong hand gripping your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared and his jaw is clenched painfully tight.

He’s pissed. 

You know you should apologize, or be shaken up at the very least, but the blinking of his turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted. 

Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple. You go in for a bite.

A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth into his skin. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”

The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically, his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug, but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel his entire life. Jungkook is an intelligent man. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a facade, and everything’s already been undone. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”

And like some cruel joke, his phone rings. 

The contact image would normally make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered, hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.

The bold, white font at the top of the screen, though, makes you sick to your stomach. 

‘Wife.’

Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling for you to shut up, before answering. 

“Yes, Seulgi?”

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

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[dilftaroooo]

Ino craves you but you always liked to tease

★tags: ino is whipped yall + sub!ino + dom!reader + afab reader + fingering + mask kink + my first time writing for ino, so pls be g-gentle with me.

Takuma does what he’s told. If he’s ordered to stand, he’ll stand. If he’s ordered to jump, he’ll jump. If he’s ordered to sit on his knees and take the only front-row seat of you fingering your drooling pussy, then the seat is already taken.

“Don’t lick or touch until I tell you to.” Your tone refrains him from even thinking about stubbornly rebelling against you. There’s a hindrance in your blunt demeanor with each weak point you hit with languid digits, but it’s there regardless, still a looming overcast that darkens his view from brilliant sun rays. It rains ever so slightly but when it pours, he makes sure to cherish the wet taps draping across his skin.

He’s weak in this state, enough to mumble out a puny ‘yes ma’am’ that's barely a pitch louder than the sloshing of bodily wetness. You’re loud. And you’re dirtying the couch; it was a hand-me-down but his nostalgic memories are still engraved in that ragged cushion. That doesn’t make him no never mind though.

Consider it pleasurable torture because the growth between his legs ache with a sense of carnal urge, wanting to be freed from the confinements of fabric and kissed by weeping lips of sin to wash that disgruntled pain away. 

But that pain only grows as you continue to flick, probe, and pinch at every delicate inch of fragile skin while coffee brown hues gaze up in delight, dare he say, honored to witness a beauty as enticing as you. The fat around your thighs and tummy seems grabbable and the erect nubs on your chest begged to be sucked.

Saucers widen to plates as Takuma’s astonished eyes feed off of the display in front of him. He’s internally waiting for your word, your order to wrap his hungry lips around your hard clitoris and lap greedily along the path of your labia.

He’s ready to feel your fingers grip the roots of his locks once he graces you in eager swipes and rattles you with grunts that ring through your heated body, keens oozing from your lips like warm chocolate drizzling onto his awaiting tongue–he’s drooling like a wet dog. Perhaps from both your juicy cunt and that blatant chocolate simile.

With a look so desperate, you must’ve picked up his heavy pants because they were starting to sound pathetic to you.

“Taste me.” And with those words, Takuma could’ve sworn he heard an angel coo against the shell of his ear, he guesses those hushed prayers of you really have been heard!

He crawls tentatively like a newborn kitten, unsure of the world they’ve been born into. He wet his lips, not that it was needed since he’d been salivating this whole session, but call it a force of habit. 

If he couldn’t smell you before then he could now with how the tip of his nose traced the wisp of your pubic hairs that remained unshaven save from the light wax you’ve gotten on your bikini line. The soft scent of sweat provoked a moan from him and he couldn’t help but swoon over how his tongue would pick up each salty bead with shameless content. And he was close to doing so until-

“Stop.” Takuma halts. He believes he’s in the wrong for how your sternness cuts through the sexual tension in the room. “Clearly you’re forgetting something, lover boy.” It takes him a beat to recognize what it is until his eyes land on the black cotton of his mask, almost lying purposely beside you.

Upon putting it on, you hum in delight and spread your legs further. Takuma delves in. Though with the mask acting as a cruel barrier from the treasure he initially seeks, he remains happy to find that he can taste you on his tongue. Your cunt is savory and delectable that he seemingly can’t make any comparisons to anything he’s ever tried. It’s enough to make him want to shrivel into a heap of nothingness, enough to make him fight against an army of guns with the aid of a sword.

A sword that's dull and pertains no prowess but he’d be willing to take that slim chance at victory just for the sake of you.

You bring him to the lowest point of desire and yearning that even sucking your pussy through cotton fabric was enough for him to squirm.

He looks up at his obsession with love-stricken eyes. Eyes that say that he will love you and your pussy forever. And with you singing out to him like a whimsical canary, he’d make sure that his love is what he gives you until the day he’s deemed dead.

#ino takuma x reader #ino takuma smut #ino takuma #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[whorediaries-09]

Heyyy I don't know if your requests are still open but I have really missed your writing, imo you are one of the best fanfic writers out there<333

Anyways if your requests are still open I desperately need a rockstar!sirius x reader smutty prompt. Maybe after a show drinking in a pub with friends or sth and not being able to hold themselves and going outside of the pub. Whatever inspires you really, I trust your writing. I've been really feeling the british alt rock, grunge vibe lately. As for the fic, no particular kink preference just no daddy kink pls.

It's okay if you don't feel like it. I hope you are doing great

hi love, thank you so much for your kind words. just for future preference, my requests are open most of the time unless i have written the contrary on my pinned post :)

i hope you like what i've written, and i'm sorry i took so long to get around it, i've had a few tough days.

also i'm the biggest hater of daddy kink.

do i wanna know?

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- lawd have mercy i'm bout to bust 🧎‍♂️

the slut club

cause there's this tune i found, that makes me think of you somehow an' i play it on repeat,

you're not sure how you end up here. from making eye contact with sirius black on stage, to being pushed up against the wall of an unknown alley, his tongue shoved down your throat. his lips taste like an addiction that craves for you. it's like it's chasing for you and solemnly be yours. his knee crawls between the flesh of your thighs, his lips travelling south to your neck.

'you taste so fucking good,' he hums against the hot skin of your neck. you leave a breathless moan. his hand slides under your top, the metal of his rings cold against your hot skin. your hips rut against his jeans, as you search for friction on your clit.

'i want to fuck you so badly.' he murmurs. you feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. even though he's pressed against your body, it's like he can't get close enough to you.

'please do,' you whisper, your finger curling into his silky raven locks. his fingers work on the button of your skirt, while yours work on his.

'i fucking will, i promise you.'

you free his cock, and your eyes widen at his size. it was no hushed rumor the man was walking sex, and everyone who got into the bed with him would like the way he grinds. anyone would bet he could make people scream raw all night if he wanted to.

he smirks, noticing your expression. his finger circles around your sensitive clit, and you line his cock against your wet folds.

'gonna fuck your pretty pussy so good,' he says, thrusting his hips, as you wrap your legs around his waist. you hum, brushing your lips with his,

'i wouldn't put my money on it, player,' you tease. he laughs, his finger circling your clit. he raises his eyebrow, as if questioning you. he pushes your back against the concrete, and you feel the roughness scratching your back.

your mouth slacks open once he picks up his pace. he's got the perfect rhythm, you think. your eyes widen, your toes curling against the soles of your boots when his breathe fans over your skin. you slap a palm over your mouth to prevent being caught in such a promiscuous place, your legs spread open while his cock rutted into you. he moves your palm from your mouth,

'nuh uh, i want to hear your pretty sounds,' he groans. your walls flutter around his cock, your stomach rumbling with ecstasy. it was a fantasy, like playing with fire. it was loving his touch, not his feeling.

'come on, player, i know you do better than that,' you whisper, biting on his earlobe. he looks at you, his gray eyes suddenly devoid of the playfulness but full of a darkness that consumes your lust. his pupils dilate and under the moonlight, you think it makes him look like a beast of prey. tonight, you were his prey.

'oh yeah? i'm sure.' he says, increasing his pace. his fingers dig into your waist, and when the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, you scream. he laughs, his hand landing on your cheek. he grabs your face, his tongue rolling over your squished lips,

'like it honey?'

you're too breathless to answer his question against the force with which he rams into you. you feel your thighs shake, the coil of your orgasm bubbling inside you. fresh tears roll down your mascara stained cheeks. your walls flutter around his cock, eyes roll to the back of your head when you let go, your orgasm rippling through you with every inch of your body.

sirius bites your shoulder, fucking into you, chasing for his own release. you kiss him fervently, while he empties himself inside you, his hot seed spilling into you. your thighs shake with the intensity of your orgasm and his cum painting your guts.

a bright flashlight almost blinds you. it's followed by a click of a camera. he smiles, turning his phone to show you the picture he took. you're exhausted, with clampy mascara stuck on your eyelashes. your cheeks are stained with makeup and sweat, yet you look satisfied.

'i'll make this the cover for my next album,' he grins.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #marauders #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black smut #the marauders #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black thoughts #sirius black fluff #sirius black x you #sirius black fanart #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x oc #marauders era

[tightjeansjavi]

12 + joel & Gwen pls

you’re fallin’ in love

Joel Miller x f! reader/oc

A/N: this wasn’t originally supposed to be *that* angsty but here we are 😵‍💫 another little Joel blurb. This one is #12 things you said when you thought I was asleep. Enjoy! ♡

~word count: 710~

Summary: Joel has been in love with you for awhile. It’s always there on the tip of his tongue. He finally says it out-loud when he thinks you’re sleeping.

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, brief mentions of injuries, nothing super graphic, some fluff, I love that this grumpy man works through his feelings, he’s a little stubborn but we still love him, (+18) minors dni!

Joel Miller isn’t sure when the exact moment he knew that he loved you. You see, he’s known it for a while. It’s always been there on the tip of his tongue. He’s afraid that it will slip out and if it does, he can’t take it back. It would be out in the open. Bare, raw, vulnerable. Would you even feel the same? He’s too stubborn to admit it outloud. Too stubborn to allow himself to fully feel more than he feels he’s allowed to. He thinks he’s ready to say it when he patches up a wound on your arm. The cut stings. It’s deep in your skin and he watches the way your face constricts when he dabs the wound in antiseptic, wiping away the dry blood and dirt. Your nose scrunches at the slightest and he finds it adorable. He keeps that thought to himself. He thinks he’s ready to say it when you look at him in a different way than usual. There's a smile that graces your face only when you're around him. A lightness in your eyes that you only want him to see. You go out of your way to be near him, close as possible without making it too obvious. He likes the way your fingertips feel against his bicep. Even through the fabric of his worn shirt, he can feel the warmth of your touch.

He thinks he’s ready to say it when you clutch his hand so tight, your knuckles turn white. The life is draining from your eyes as he and Tess work vigorously to save you. He begs you to keep your eyes open, stay with me, please. Baby, baby. Hey, baby. Open your eyes dammit, please. Your eyes are so beautiful. Please let me see them again. You can’t die on him. Not in this way. He hasn’t told you yet and he’ll regret it for the rest of his days living in this hell if he never tells you. He kisses you instead, thinking that his kiss alone can breathe life back into your fading body. He kisses you because he’s afraid it's the last the last time that he’ll ever get the chance to. It’s on the tip of his tongue as his heart screams at him to say it. Say it, Joel. Before it’s too late.

Now you’re here. You’re safe in his arms, beneath his sheets. He’s awake most nights because he’s afraid that this is all just some hopeless dream that he is burning in. He’s afraid that you slip through his fingers like sand along the shoreline. You sleep peacefully in his grasp. Heartbeat steady, soft breaths. He can’t help but watch you. Watch the steady rise and fall of your chest. He watches the way you subconsciously squeeze his hand in your peaceful slumber. He wonders if you dream of him, like he dreams of you. He hates to be lame. He’s never been good at expressing his feelings. His emotions are always one large tangled web that he finds himself trapped in. He thinks you're asleep when he says it. Your eyes flutter when he whispers the words, “I love you.” It falls naturally from his lips, a weight feels lifted off his chest. Oxygen fills his lungs at his confession.

He says it again.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

He pulls you closer to his body, caging you in his protective warmth. He acts like a shield even when he knows you’re safe.

“I ain’t ever gonna let anythin’ fuckin’ happen to you again. I’ll protect you till my last dyin’ breath.” His tone is hushed. His lips ghost over your forehead as his eyes flutter shut.

“Nothin’ is ever gonna hurt you again, my darlin’ girl. My sunshine. My everything.”

Your eyes are shut but a smile tugs the corner of your lips. Your heart flutters deep in your chest from his words. Joel loves you, and you love him.

“I love you always.”

Joel Miller was irrevocably in love with you. It no longer rested on the tip of his tongue. It no longer hid in the shadows of his heart. He loved you with everything that he had to offer.

Tagging people who I think will enjoy: @chaotic-mystery @peterhollandkait @dinsdjrn @loquaciousferret @last-girl @yazsos @amanitacowboy @lovers-liability @pedgeitopascal @pedrospartner @korynnekorynne @pedrostories @wildemaven

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❈ 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 & 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

@beaniesweets asked: Lale! I was so excited when you opened your reqs, but I didn't want to bother you, and I've been too nervous to ask till now ( ;▽; ) I'm sure you must be bombarded already, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing Tengen with a bratty afab reader? Sfw or nsfw! Or pass, that's fine! I just think it's awfully sweet of you to open reqs at all ( ;▽; ) ♡

a/n: BEANIE you're never bothering me at all, and i squealed a little when i read your request (/▿＼ ) thank you for sending one in, i was really excited to write this for you and hope it's to your liking! Tengen-sama do you need another wife pls...

contains: ns.fw under the cut (MDNI), bratty afab!reader (no pronouns, "cunt" used to describe genitals), getting caught masturbating, brat taming, dirty talk, fingering, edging, spit kink if you squint

word count: 1.4k

“Why are you so insistent on not listening to my orders, sweetheart?”

It’s quite the pitiful position you found yourself in. 

Sheets ruffled, your husband leaning against the headboard of the bed, your back pressed against his broad frame and your legs hooked over his knees, spreading them wide apart. You’re both dipped in warm golden tones from the lamp on the nightstand, and even though the light was dim, it was enough to reveal the damp patch between your thighs where your panties stick to your aching cunt. You try to squirm out of Tengen’s embrace, but he holds you firmly in place with one arm wrapped around your middle. 

“What have I told you about touching yourself when we’re together?”, he asks, visibly unimpressed by your attempts to escape him. You feel his breath on your neck, his lips grazing your skin. When you answer him with a huff, his hand comes to your chin, tilting it up until your neck falls back and your eyes meet his, not forcefully but firmly. “Well?”

“That the only way I’m allowed to get off is on your thigh,” you mumble and hold yourself back from rolling your eyes. Tengen hums in affirmation. 

“And yet, what were you doing just now?” He taps your cheek with two fingers, as if he wanted you to spill out the truth. His maroon eyes linger on you, not budging at all despite your annoyed glares.

“Touching myself,” you finally admit and your reply seems to please Tengen because he lets go of your chin, but still keeps holding you in his lap. His cock throbbed against your back, but he has no intention of taking care of it–for now. He kisses from the side of your neck to your jaw, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. It’s sending sparks to your core, the cotton of your panties getting a little wetter.

“Touching yourself,” he repeats, his voice low and close to your ear. “And you thought I wouldn’t wake up from your pathetic little mewls next to me, mhm? Thought I wouldn’t notice how you desperately hump your pillow, your fingers nowhere big enough to stuff you like you want it, like you need it?”

You huff again and make an attempt to close your legs, greedy for some friction to help the heavy throbbing between them, but of course Tengen doesn’t let you, only clicks his tongue in disapproval. 

“Poor little thing,” he hushes and hooks a finger around the soaked crotch of your panties, pulling it up until your cunt is exposed to the air. “Could have just told your husband if you needed a helping hand. But no… you chose to be a little brat instead. You always do.”

He pulls the fabric further up until the sensation is dancing on the thin line of being painful and pleasurable, making your legs on top of his tremble slightly. Your head rests against his chest and gives away no emotion, too defiant to let him have this triumph. Only your breath hitching in your chest betrays how your cunt clenches around nothing.

You swear you can feel him smirk against the back of your neck when he runs his knuckles over your slit, his touch featherlight and yet still making you squirm. He wants you to beg. Wants you to admit that nothing compares to his caressing. But you’re just so, so stubborn, aren’t you? 

Tengen’s fingers spread your glistening folds, pressing against them only to be pulled away the moment you buck your hips greedily. You didn’t get to cum earlier when he caught you masturbating next to him and by now your whole body was just aching for sweet release, slight frustration building up inside of you from the way he toyed with you. 

You let out a needy whine when he circles your clit with his plump fingers, not touching it directly, but close enough to make you twitch and struggle against him; and that’s when he finally dips his digits inside of you, curling them up just right to press against that sweet spot inside of you. 

“See? My fingers reach much deeper than yours do, don’t they? Feels good, right?”, he coaxes you, lips pressed against the shell of your ear while he glances down at you, watching how two of his fingers disappear inside of you, big enough to stretch you out deliciously. 

“They’re okay,” you huff and try to ignore the fluttering sensation in your core, getting closer to unraveling the knot that has been building up all night long. Your quiet pants and moans are getting harder to suppress by now, your legs shaking if they weren’t stuck on top of his.

“Tsk.” Tengen adds a third finger, as if he wants to prove to you just how wrong you are; wants your body to betray that bratty mouth of yours. His free hand comes to your chin once more, tilting it up until you’re looking at him again. There’s love in his eyes, adoration, a silent pleading to let him devour you. It makes you weak in the knees, your heart pounding a little faster.

“My sweet thing,” he murmurs, gaze lingering on your slightly parted lips before his fingers push between them, coaxing you to open up and stretch out your tongue. “You’re gonna be good for your husband and take it?”

For a moment he’s convinced you’re gonna talk back again, too stubborn for your own good, but to his surprise you nod; unable to resist the pleasure anymore, his fingers pushing deep inside of your throbbing cunt. Tengen smiles and his thumb finally comes to your clit, giving it the attention you craved for so long. 

“That’s more like it,” he coos and lets a dribble of salvia fall onto your tongue, an approving smirk when you swallow it greedily. The kiss that follows is hungry, muffling your needy whimpers when Tengen speeds up his thrusts with his fingers, whispering praise in between. He wants you to be good for him, wants you to let him take care of you, but there is something about your attitude when you keep snapping and biting back that makes him feral.

“What a mess you are, so wet for me…”, he whispers with a low chuckle, gently biting down on your shoulder which you expose so deliciously for him, back arching as you’re getting close to your edge, your fingernails clawing on his massive arms that keep you so secure in place, pleasure prickling on your skin so good it makes you want to crawl away from it. 

“Will you cum for me, darling? Or are my fingers still not good enough for you?”

Whatever snappy reply lies on the tip of your tongue gets swallowed with another deep kiss. Tengen’s tongue lapps up your last crumbs of self-restraint as he keeps fingering you, rubbing and touching all the right spots until your limbs start tingling and your core feels so hot, desperate for sweet release. He was right, your own fingers could never give you the same pleasure as his do, but like hell you’d admit that into his face; how else would you get that deep satisfaction of him taming you like a wild animal, scratches and bite marks proof of that the morning after? 

Your orgasm washes over you relentlessly, your needy mewls and moans mixing with the sweet sounds Tengen’s thick fingers pumping in and out of you, fucking you through your high until your whole body goes limp in his arms; a triumphant defeat. He kisses the top of your head, your cheeks, your lips again, mumbling words of praise and affirmation against your skin while holding you. When you bite down his bottom lip he smiles, in love with your fire and how your love for him burns so brightly, so flashy.

Tengen flips you around so you’re straddling his lap, facing him, the juices running down the insides of your thighs soaking his pants now. His grip on your hips tightens when you press yourself against his crotch, grinding on his hard, heavy cock through the fabric. You don’t shy away from taking advantage of your newly found freedom, kissing and licking and biting down his neck, all while your hands greedily pull down the waistband of his boxers. His adam’s apple bops as he swallows, the heat between you both palpable. Tengen lets out a husky laugh, pulling aside your panties when you reach for his cock to guide him between your thighs.

“Insatiable, aren’t you, sweetheart?” – “Wanna see if you can fuck some obedience in me then?"

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #uzui tengen x reader #tengen x reader #uzui tengen #kny x you #kny x y/n #demon slayer x you

[xtom-darling-x17]

You and Tom or Peter have sex but he didn’t know you was a virgin until you bled and he felt bad not knowing as he would’ve been more carful. Lots of after care after.

Anything For My Princess

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - You are a virgin, while Peter has more experience. You are embarrassed about it, therefore you have sex with Peter without telling him that You are a virgin!

Warnings - Smut 18+ (Loss of virginity, bleeding, Praise kink, Protected sex) 

A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Much appreciation to the love and support 🥰

P.S requests are currently closed at the moment, if you send one in. Please note that it will probably not get done for a long time. I am writing all my requests up at the moment, that I have now.

“Get on the bed baby,” Peter squeezed your thigh as you whimper, you go on the plushie bed. 

“Let me have a taste of that pussy, Darling,” Peter smirked as he tugged your skirt up, “Your not wearing any panties, Mm such a naughty girl! Baby,”

“Peter,” You moaned as his tongue hit your clit, up and down flicking its way down your pussy.

Peter suckles on the sensitive nerves, having your hips jolt up, he pushes your hips down.

“Be a good girl for me, baby,” Peter slipped a finger into you, “That’s it, baby! Such a good girl,” As he puts another finger into you.

“God, so fucking tight!” Peter grunted as he finger fucks your walls, you didn’t let out a key detail that you are indeed a virgin.

“Mm, feel so good! Peter, please Fuck me!” Wanting it over with, you really wanted to feel his cock into your pussy.

“Be patient, I’m going to make you cream all over my tongue and fingers,” Peter hushed you as he put his tongue on your clit again.

Going deep down your region, “Peter, more! Fuck, I’m going to cum! Pls make me cum,” You screamed as you came.

Peter moaned into your pussy, riding out your high as he puts a condom on! 

“Such a good girl, for me. Aren’t you? Princess,” Peter whispers into your ear as he makes you sit down on his lap.

“Awe, does the baby want my cock?” Peter smirks, you nod, “Yes please, please fuck me!” You feel your core getting more wet as Peter teased your entrance.

Peter moves you on your back, so he can get a better position into fucking you. He can feel your pussy creaming up around him.

“Going to fuck you good and hard, Darling!” Peter promised, you was way too into it before you could tell him your a virgin.

Peter pushes his large, cock into your little hole, “Awe, do you like that?” Peter kisses you as you moan. He does let you adjust to his cock for a few seconds.

“Yes, I love it Peter,” You moan into the kiss, Peter slams his hips into yours as you roll your eyes back.

“Mm, So fucking Good!” You whimper out, Peter took that as a sign that he isn’t hurting you.

He opens your legs a bit more, holding you securely as he slides his large, Harding cock in and out of your tight, slit.

“Taking my cock, so we’ll! Baby, such a good girl,” Peter grunted, pushing deeper and harder into your pretty, little tight core.

He takes one hand and massages your boob for comfort as he fucks you into the bed.

“Yes, Mm love your cock, Petey!” You moaned out, barely getting any words out!

“You close baby?” Peter sees the signs as your close, your pussy clutching around him more and your cute face all scrunched up.

“Mm, Peter,” You nodded, “I’m gonna,” You moaned, “I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum for me, Princess!” Peter rubbed your tummy and boob as he fucks you through your high.

When he feels you cum, it sends his cock to release his own high too.

“You good? Baby,” Peter asked, kissing you on your pretty, lips, “Yh,” You smiled.

Peter pulled out, but as he was doing that. He gasped, “We’re you a virgin, Darling?” asking softly, as he looks really guilty.

Peter sees blood over his sheets, where you lay.

You nod as you let a few tears slip out, “I’m sorry,”

“No, no Darling! It’s ok, your ok, You should of told me, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even release,” Peter explained, holding you into his arms.

“I was going to but I got scared,” You whispered, “As your so experienced and I’m not, I guess it was embarrassing to mention,”

“Baby, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you felt like that.. I would of gone much more careful and gentle with you,” Peter kisses the top of your forehead, wiping the tears away from your eyes, “You lay there and I’ll sort everything out, ok?”

“Ok,” You whimper, nodding.

Peter got up to change into a new pair of clothes, to get you some clothes and even brand new bed covers.

“Sh, Sh, Darling! It’s ok,” Peter got an idea, “Do you want me to run you a nice, hot bath?” He suggests as your still naked.

“That would be nice,” You nodded.

Peter went into the bathroom to quickly pour you a bath with bubbles and your favourite scent. Feeling bad about not knowing that you was a virgin!

“The bath is ready, can I pick you up?” Peter asks, “yep, Petey,” You giggle as he lifts you up.

Placing you into the bath, Peter smiles.

“You coming in?” You pout..

“I will if you want me to, Darling,” he states.

You tug his hand into the bath suggesting to come in or else.

“Ok, ok,” Peter chuckles, undressing himself as he slips in behind you.

You sigh into relieve as you lean against Peter’s warm, toned, chest.

“Your really, comfortable,” You giggle, “Do you want me to wash you, Baby?” He asked as he peppers kisses all along your shoulders and collarbone.

“Yh, that would be heavenly,” You mumble, closing your eyes and taking into Peter’s embrace around your waist.

“Anything for my princess!” Peter whispers, Kissing your cheek as he starts work on your back with your sponge and (fave) soap.

“Mm, That tickles! Petey,” You giggle, forgetting all about the pain down there.

“My bad,” Peter chuckles, “It’s fun to tickle you, my love,” he has a cheeky, grin on him.

“I don’t know what, your grinning about,” You shook your head, you can feel his smile against your wet skin.

“You look so beautiful,” Peter mumbles, leading yet another trail of kisses along your skin.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Parker!” You winked, teasing him.

“Let me, wash your hair,” Peter grabbed the shampoo, scrubbing it against into your scalp as you hummed contently.

“Feels relaxing,” You mumble, smiling, “I would hope so!” Peter smiles.

Soon after, he rinsed it off and put conditioner on, “Hey, please don’t ever feel like you can’t say anything to me again! Because honestly, you can and I’m so sorry that you thought couldn’t tell me that you was a virgin,” Peter rambled on.

“Peter, it’s ok! Your looking after me aren’t you?” You lean into him more as he rinses the conditioner off your head, “Yh because I love you so much, Darling,” Peter blushed saying those words.

“Your so sweet, Peter Parker!” You turn around to kiss him right on his lips, passionately, “And I love you so much too, Petey,” You say in between kisses.

After you bath, Peter got out first to wrap a towel around you and empty the bath.

He gave you his clothes to wear seeing that you love them because they are so comfortable.

Then he changes his bed covers, putting them in the wash.

“Here, Baby,” Peter smiles, giving you painkillers to ease the pain between your legs, “Thanks,”

He got in bed with you, you snuggle into him as he covers you both up.

“Your so warm and cozy,” you sigh into his embrace.

“You too, Princess,” Peter kisses your forehead, he turns on the tv for you to watch Netflix.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fandom #tomhollandfan #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker fandom #peter parker fluff #tom peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker

[girls4camilla]

(♥︎ NSFW ) go to town: expanded bachelors going down on you

hhhhh hello. here's something i've had on my brain for a while LMAO. enjoy <3

this contains smut, obviously. minors dni u know the drill. oral sex. afab!reader. established relationships. a hint of dirty talk. praise. rough sex?? kinda?? face sitting. edging. this is all with isaac lawl my bad. not proofred ur getting my raw thoughts 🫶🏼

nsfw under the cut.

victor.

he's a nervous mess.

anything he knows about oral is not from personal experience.

i don't think he's ever gone down on someone before.

he's so inexperienced it's actually cute.

he's been wanting to learn though, and what better way to learn than to just get in there and try it out, right?

definitely too shy to outright ask you if he can eat you out. he's worried he'd seem too inexperienced to you or that he'd just embarrass himself.

pls help him.

he sees an opportunity when you're unbuttoning his shirt with flushed cheeks and swollen lips after a dinner date at home

he gently shifts your position so that you're underneath him on the edge of the bed and starts off by lacing your fingers with his and kissing your neck

you were a little surprised to feel his kisses move from your neck, all the way down to your torso, and to your thigh

it was even more surprising to see him hold your legs apart and position himself between them, face close to your damp center

the way he looked on his knees <3 pressing his cheek against your inner thigh <3 looking up at you with big soft eyes <3

"...can i ?" he asked hushed and as kindly as ever, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your underwear and gently tugging as if to explain the obvious

how can you even say no honestly aaaaa

he feels his heart thump with a combination of nervousness and excitement when you give him permission

he's excited to try something new, but doesn't wanna disappoint you

makes sure you're comfortable before he starts. he places pillows against the headboard of the bed so that you can sit up as you like.

he starts off with something he's already familiar with; massaging the outside of your cunt and gently working you open with his fingers

once he has you wet and gasping for more, he tests the waters by licking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

becomes confident when he hears your breath hitch and pulls you closer to him as he eagerly licks your folds and sucks on your clit.

he's so eager <3333

loves being guided too. wants you to tell him where you want him the most and how he's making you feel.

can't get enough of the moans and whines you let out, especially as you near climax and your hands find his hair and pull

he could (and probably does) cum just from rutting against the mattress and watching as you squirm and arch your back

doesn't slow down after you orgasm tho. only because he's so eager and is enjoying this more than he ever could have imagined

you have to gently push him back for him to come back up with a goofy lil smile on his wet mouth

wonders why he'd been too nervous to do this before

magnus rasmodius.

it's canon that this man has game.

the rizzard, if you will.

he for sure has the right kind of lighting and ambiance for intimate situations

he's actually a pretty go with the flow kind of guy in his sex life, which is a contrast to his daily life

he goes along with what his partner wants

but ☝🏼 eating you out is a step that he cannot skip over.

pussy eating professional, if you will.

he always asks you for permission first though. a gentleman !

at this point he doesn't even need to verbally ask you for you to know what he wants to do for you

instead he usually asks with subtle actions such as a squeeze to your inner thigh as he moves his lips so lovingly against yours or when he places a kiss to your navel.

whispers compliments as he peels off your underwear and tosses it to the side

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid eyes on" "i want to make you feel good tonight, is that okay?"

makes sure you're seated comfortably and so that you're able to watch him between your legs

loves when you look visibly embarrassed and shy even though you've done this many times before

so tender and caring when he first starts out. he has a soft touch and uses minimal strength to keep your legs parted as he licks a stripe up your center.

either lets you hold his hand or keeps his palm planted on your stomach, holding you down to keep you from moving around too much.

even though he loves the way your body shakes and quivers with each movement of his tongue

he especially loves the way you gasp and whimper mhm best sounds he's ever heard.

gets you dripping wet before setting his attention on your clit

he likes using his thumb or forefinger to tease your clit as he explores your folds with his tongue

as much as he wants to know how he's making you feel, he also wants you to know that he feels just as good pleasuring you.

vocal vocal vocal.

he can't exactly speak as he's a bit occupied, but he definitely moans into your pussy as he eagerly licks you

he feels addicted like he can't get enough of you

knows when you're about to cum when your moans get louder and you start trying to close your legs around him

he has to look at you as you climax, he doesn't wanna miss the way your eyes close and your head tilts back as you let out a particularly loud moan

he's glad he lives so far away from the town.

lance.

first and foremost he is a giver.

he’s very attentive to you. he cares the most about making you feel good and wants you to be as happy and comfortable as possible.

he'll bring towels for you to lay on so there will be less of a mess to clean up and of course pillows to prop your head up on.

if you're obviously tired from a long day he'll just lay with you in his lap and finger you until you pass out.

or he'll eat you out lol

has a degree in pussyeatingology

will very lovingly kiss you from your stomach all the way down.

feels up your thighs while he's at it

loves being in between your legs and doesn't care if you squeeze them around his head too tight

usually hooks your legs over his shoulders and wraps his arms around your thighs

or keeps one of his hands free so you can hold it <3

takes time to kiss all over your inner thighs, there's probably not one space down there he hasn't kissed yet

gets you soaking before he's even tasted you.

"so needy tonight aren't you?" "you're dripping everywhere. you want me to clean you up?"

acting like it's not his fault smh.

latches his lips onto your clit before licking you up and drinking you in

he loves when you're responsive and telling him how you feel and how much you want him to keep going. he's a man of praise (giving and receiving)

even when you're so blissed out that you can barely get your words to form anything coherent. he loves that

he knows what you're trying to say anyway

as attentive as he is he's also a goddamn tease.

he knows the place you need him most and purposefully neglects you there

only flicking his tongue against your clit for a brief moment and moving to lick you elsewhere

will do this until you're a squirming moaning mess and rocking your hips up with your fingers in his hair

he chuckles against your skin and kisses your clit whenever you beg him to just let you cum already.

he can never deny you anything </3

knows he could make you cum from his mouth alone, but he still adds two fingers in sometimes so he can open you up and taste more of you

also he loves the way your pussy squeezes around them when he presses his tongue against your clit

coaxes you through your orgasms, even if his words are muffled while he's eating you out.

"cum for me, i know you can do it. you're doing so good, my love." "so good for me." 🤭

he's so hardddd down there

just from your moans alone tbh.

moves up to kiss you as you're still coming down from your high and rubs himself against your sensitive cunt

still praising you of course

"i'm so proud of you. i wish you could have seen yourself, you looked so beautiful."

isaac.

this man LMFAO.

he seems cold and sarcastic on the outside, but in the bedroom...?

yeah, no, he's rough in the bedroom too.

he wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt you, but he's def not gentle by any means.

loves having you sit on his face GN.

doesn't want you to hover over him just out of reach in fear of hurting him, no no. he wants you to sit on his face

he'll dig his fingers into your hips and pull you lower onto him until he doesn't have to crane his neck in the slightest to taste you

"did you not hear me?" "i want you to sit, i don't care if you have t'fucking smother me."

has a bruising grip on your waist to keep you from moving too much, but it's so hard to stay still when he's lapping at your cunt like he's starved.

you don't have to worry about him potentially not being able to breathe when his tongue is eagerly circling and flicking at your clit, definitely not what a man in peril would do

"look how fucking wet you are. needed me that bad, huh?" he remarks the second he holds you up so he can catch a breath.

loveees edging you.

just to hear you go from moaning his name in pleasure to whining and arching your back

he wants to hear you beg.

even when he does give in to your pleas and touch you, he's goes agonizingly slow

switches between slowly rubbing at your folds and gently pushing his fingers inside of you while his tongue lightly toys with your clit

a menace

he won't torture you forever though

starts fucking you deep and fast with his fingers all the way inside your pussy and takes your clit into his mouth

has you out of breath and seeing stars as you finally cum

he keeps holding you up with one hand firm on your waist as your body shakes from your orgasm

"look at the mess you've made." he says referring to his face and fingers wet and shiny with your slick

makes you lick his fingers clean lol

he's not done with you though

"is that all you can give me? c'mon...look how needy you are. i know you have another one for me."

#🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ #stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley expanded headcanons #sve victor #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #magnus rasmodius #sve lance #sve isaac #bunny's hcs

[cqthqrtic]

even when you lose your happy glow.

dazai osamu x reader.

content warnings: smut, very mild angst, comfort, fingering, cock warming (do not cockwarm while falling asleep pls n ty), suicide pacts, suicide and depression talks, dazai and reader are not mentally well.

word count: 1583.

a/n: hi i’m sorry for deleting the original! i was rly dissatisfied with the original so i wanted to republish it after tweaking it. i hope u all enjoy! i think i’ve done what i could to properly express my thoughts and feelings. inspired by the song velvet by kurosuke!

You hear him before you see him. The door hinges screech as Dazai opens the door. Light from the living room pours into your dark room from the small opening of the door. You don’t react, choosing to continue your very important task of staring at the bleak darkness. You hear the shuffling of his clothes and the clink of his belt buckle dropping to the ground. You hope he removes some of his bandages as well; cuddling with Dazai is always best when he’s completely naked. His skin is freezing in the way the best pillow is cold. You turn around when you feel the mattress dip from his weight.

Dazai sinks below the blanket and scoots next to you, greeting you with soft kisses on your jawline. “Hey there,” he murmurs against your skin. You turn and shift to face him completely. Your muscles melt when you feel his arms snake around your waist and he grips your thigh. He swings it over his waist all the while giving you a gentle kiss on the chin. Your hands find their way to his hair, carefully pulling at the tufts above the nape of his neck.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper with a tired smile. You lean in to close the small distance between you with a chaste kiss on the lips. He hums against your lips, too tired to close his eyes. His dark eyes deepen in a heavy lidded haze as your lips move from his lips to the tip of his nose.

“How was your day, love?” You ask, voice still reduced to a hushed tone. Dazai sighs.

“The usual; depressing, boring, tiresome, et cetera,” he tells you. He moves his hand to your forehead, sweeping your baby hairs away from your face. “What about yours, pretty? Better than mine, I hope.”

“Mine was slightly miserable, although technically it was fine,” you say. He’s pressing kisses on your collarbones. “Maybe I’m the cause for my own dissatisfaction.” He nips at the side of your neck, returning with a kiss.

“Aren’t we all?” Dazai sighs. You hum as you press your lips against the top of his head. He squeezes your thigh. His eyes drift back up to meet yours.

“Being with you is the best part of my day, you know that?” He mutters, lifting his head back up to be at eye level with you once more. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks.

“You say that to all your lovers?” You ask with a pout. He laughs lowly.

“Just the ones I come back to,” he whispers. You can feel his hands creep up your shirt, cold and gentle against your flesh. He paws at your chest, pinching your nipples. You gasp at the sudden sensation.

“Your hands are so cold, Osamu,” you whine. He smiles and gives you another chaste kiss on the lips.

“Help me warm them up, precious?” Dazai asks.

“Yeah? How d’you want me to help you?” You giggle. His hands cascade down your body, making their way to the edges of your shorts. He kisses you, quick to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan quietly against his lips. You feel the hand on your face drift to the back of your neck, gripping it firmly.

When he separates his lips from yours, a single string of saliva drips from his lips. He licks at it, breaking the connection between you immediately. The hand on your thigh creeps up underneath your shorts, squeezing your ass.

“No underwear?” He mutters breathlessly. You shake your head. Dazai’s tired grin stretches out even more. His hand retracts from your ass, dipping lower to go between your thighs. You tense up ever so slightly but he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think about you all day, every day when I’m at work, you know that?” He whispers. You can feel his breath on your lips. His icy fingertips brush against your sticky folds.

“What do you think about?” You gasp out. Dazai’s fingertips circle your clit, the coldness causing goosebumps on your thighs.

“Hmm kissing you, how you look in that pretty ‘lil dress you got, what I should get you for dinner,” Dazai lists off. His pensive smile sharpens. “Killing myself with you. Being buried next to you.” His fingers dip into your cunt, slowly filling you up and stretching out your walls. You sigh.

“Your fingers are so cold,” you whine. He giggles, apologizing with a flurry of quick kisses to your lips.

“I did say they needed to be warmed up,” he teases. He slowly rocks his fingers, you can hear a soft clicking from under the blanket. His thumb presses on and rubs at your clit.

“My pretty baby,” Dazai coos as you start panting. When he strokes a certain spot deep in your cunt, you cry out his name.

“Fuck,” you hiss out. He hums.

“You’re too cute,” he tells you. “My sweet girl, my precious little thing.”

Dazai’s fingers slip out of your pussy, toying with your clit all while he nips at your bottom lip. You mewl and whine for him. He sighs.

“You have the prettiest eyes, you know that? Always glazing over when I touch your cunt,” he says with a tired smile. Dazai carefully pinches your clit, making you gasp sharply. His fingers slide back inside, slowly pumping them in and out. Your stomach grows hot and you squeeze your thighs around his wrist.

“I’m close,” you whimper. The rhythm of his fingers becomes sloppy, going off pace. When his thumb circles your clit, you feel the pressure in your lower stomach snap. Your eyes tear up as your release washes over you. You cry out, your fingers tugging at his hair. You can feel him shiver.

When you come down from your high, he takes his fingers out. In the haze of your post-orgasm bliss, you can feel his half hard cock against your inner thigh. You kiss him, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth.

“Want you inside of me,” you mutter. He hums. He tugs his cock out of his boxers, pressing the tip against your folds. His thumb moves the seat of your shorts out of the way. He slowly thrusts his hips forward, making you feel every inch of his shaft as it fills you to the brim.

He groans in your ear. You can feel the hand on the back of your neck slip down to your lower back, near your hip. Both of his hands position themselves onto your back, positioning the two of you into a tight embrace. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He smells of sweat, pine scented deodorant, and the sea.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks you. You nod. You hear him yawn and you feel him tug at the ends of your hair. His lips press against your forehead. They’re perpetually cold. One of your hands drapes over his waist, tracing the raised scar tissue carved into the thin flesh of his back.

“I love you,” you mutter. He hums.

“I love you too, precious,” Dazai replies. His voice is low and raspy. “As long as I can come home to you and die with you, I won’t ask for more.”

“Let’s skip work tomorrow and plan our funeral,” you tell him. He giggles.

“Let’s do it over brunch. A new place opened up nearby,” he mutters. You groan quietly in response.

“Don’t die with anyone else, (Y/N),” Dazai says. His voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re the only one I want to be with in my final moments,” you reply, yawning mid sentence. He smiles. He starts to hum an old show tune from your childhood. His voice is low and he misses many of the notes.

“Why do you wish to die, (Y/N)?” He asks. You sigh deeply, taking time to organize your fuzzy thoughts. Your finger traces a particularly nasty scar on Dazai’s back. It’s long and jagged. He’s never told you the story behind this one.

“Because I’m miserable, I guess. I can’t quite see the joy or purpose in life,” you tell him. He chuckles humorlessly.

“The meaning of life eludes you as well,” he muses. “No wonder we work so well together.” You give him half of a laugh.

“Life is so tiring, isn’t it? We suffer so needlessly because of things beyond our individual control. Humans suffer so needlessly,” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything. You continue. “I’m convinced that hell is other people. I’m miserable at work. I was miserable in college, in school, in my every day life. When does this needless suffering end? When does it all end?”

“When we die,” he says quietly. You can feel his hand slowly run up and down your back.

“That’s troublesome,” you sigh. He grips you tighter.

“It’s part of the needless suffering, I think,” he mutters sleepily. His voice grows raspier.

“Does suffering with me make it any easier?” You ask him. He yawns.

“Yes,” he says. “You make it so much easier.” Your fingers find a scar from a bullet wound right above his hip. For a brief moment, you wonder how it must have felt.

“I’m glad,” you murmur. You don’t say anything more, allowing sleep to swallow you whole. Dazai follows your lead, drifting off and basking in the warmth radiating from your skin.

#dazai🪐 #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut #dazai angst #bsd smut #bsd #bsd dazai #osamu dazai #bsd x reader #dazai x reader

[sethsclearwater]

requests: “can u do something with poly!sethxreaderxpaul where reader gets sick with a cold or something and they’re taking care of her.” and “can we pls get more pack content? like reader is over at emily’s and it’s casual just so we can see the pack interacting with eachother more 🥺”

warnings: reader is sick?? idk

notes: submit more poly!sethxreaderxpaul requests!!

word count: 3.32k

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you woke up around 2 am, hot with a sore throat and a nasty headache. you chalked the overheating up to being between your two boyfriends who actively ran 108-degree temperatures but the sore throat and headache weren’t so easily explained. with a groan, you sat up, tiredly knuckling at your eyes as you tried to wake yourself up enough to get out of bed.

surprisingly, paul was the first one to wake up when he noticed your movements, “hey,” paul murmured, “what’s going on?” he asked softly, sitting up so he could get a better look at you.

“my head hurts.” you murmured, crawling over him so you could get out of bed and cool yourself off a bit. paul nodded, getting up with you and cupping your face in his hands so he could press his lips to your head.

“you’re warm.” he said softly, both of your voices hushed in an attempt to not wake your other boyfriend up, “let me go get you some tylenol, okay?” he asked, waiting for you to nod before heading into the bathroom, you following right behind him. 

when you got into the bathroom, paul lifted you up to sit on the counter, the cool marble helping cool you off a bit. he decided against turning the lights on, knowing he could easily see without the lights and it’d also make your head hurt more if he turned them on. 

you unfortunately were not a supernatural werewolf and couldn’t see in the dark nearly as well as he could, so you sat there patiently waiting for him to get some tylenol for you. a few moments later you felt his hand on your thigh, “open.” he murmured, and you opened your mouth, allowing him to drop the two pills into your mouth before handing you a glass of water to swallow them with. 

you whimpered when you felt the pain of swallowing the pills, your throat hurt worse than you’d initially thought and it also caught paul’s attention, “your throat hurts too?” he asked as he tapped your jaw, prompting you to open your mouth so he could slide the thermometer under your tongue. 

you nodded, closing your mouth around the thermometer, both of you waiting until the soft but frantic beeping alerted you that you had a fever. paul let out a sigh, easily reading the number on the screen in the dark, “okay let’s get you in a cold bath, yea? you have a pretty high fever kitten.” he explained softly and you shook your head, not at all interested in any kind of cold bath. 

paul ignored you, turning around to start the bath which apparently woke up your other boyfriend who quickly made his way into the dark bathroom. “what’s going on?” seth asked softly, stepping over to you and pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, “you have a fever? you’re warm.” seth murmured and you nodded, whimpering and wrapped yourself around him, holding him close to you.

“oh pretty girl,” seth cooed, wrapping his arms around you, “what was her temperature?” seth asked paul, looking over his shoulder to your other boyfriend who was now digging through the cabinets looking for some cold medicine. 

“103.” paul responded, “you wanna get in the bath with her?” he asked seth, getting back up, not having found the cold medicine he was looking for. 

“sure.” seth said softly, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, “you wanna take a bath with me pretty girl? promise you’ll feel better after.” he asked softly, patiently waiting for your response and letting out a soft sigh when you shook your head with a whimper.

“pretty girl,” seth murmured, releasing his grip on you so he could cup your jaw, gently prompting you to look up at him, “it’ll be quick. and you’ll be with me and i’m warm, yea? promise it won’t be as bad as you think.” he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

you whimpered, “promise it’ll be quick?” you asked, your voice croaky at this point from the sore throat.

“promise.” seth cooed, sliding his hands up your thighs and gently tugging your shirt up and over your head, quickly tossing it to the side before helping you tug your panties off as well.

seth quickly kicked off his sweatpants and boxers before allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could step into the tub with you, “fuck that is cold-” seth chuckled as he felt the cold water against his shins, paul shushing him when you whimpered, bracing yourself for the cold. 

before you could argue, seth was sitting down in the tub, the cold water instantly cooling you off. not happy with how cold it was, you went to get off seth but paul’s hands were on your shoulders, anticipating your reaction and holding you in place, “relax.” paul chuckled, “lay on seth. you’ll be warmer if you do that.” he suggested, both men relaxing a bit when you stopped your fussing and wrapped your arms around seth’s neck, resting your head on his shoulder.

“there you go pretty girl,” seth cooed as paul ran his hand up and down your back, gently massaging the tense muscles there for you with the cold water. 

“i bet you got whatever emily had last week. sam said she was also running a fever.” seth said softly, hands on your hips so he could gently rub your hips and lower back. 

you whined, both men letting out soft chuckles, “you think they’re up?” seth asked paul, who nodded, knowing sam had the late patrol shift and likely was just getting home, getting up to grab his phone of the counter, the soft light from it illuminating both of their faces for you. paul’s intuition was right and the light did bother your headache more so you settled for burying your face in the crook of seth’s neck while they called emily and sam.

“hey paul, is everything okay?” emily’s soft voice came through the phone a moment later.

“yea, y/n just woke up with the same thing you had last week. wanted to see if you knew what to do. she’s got a 103-degree fever right now.” paul explained and you sighed, sitting up from seth’s chest when you started getting hot again, allowing him to gently run his hands over you with the cold water.

“oh that poor thing,” emily murmured, “why don’t you guys bring her over here? i have some medicine she can have that helped me.” she suggested thoughtfully and you sighed, not particularly enthused about the idea of leaving your apartment.

“yea we’ll bring her over in a few minutes. thanks emily.” paul said softly, both of them quickly saying their goodbyes before he hung up. 

seth ran his hand up your back, gently threading his fingers through your hair with the cool water. you sighed softly, feeling better now that you were cooled off more. 

“i’ll go get you some clothes, seth can you get her dried off?” paul asked softly and seth nodded as paul got up and headed back into the bedroom.

“you feeling any better?” seth asked softly and you shrugged, still not happy with the predicament you found yourself in. seth chuckled softly, “let’s get you to emily’s then, yea? promise i’ll let you go to bed once we get some more medicine in you.” seth cooed, knowing how irritated you’d get when you didn’t have a full nights sleep. 

you sighed, nodding, scooping some water up to run through your hair, hoping it would keep you cool for a little while longer before you wrapped yourself back around seth, allowing him to get up with you and set you back down on the counter while he grabbed a towel. 

after quickly drying himself off and putting on a new pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, he helped dry you off as paul came back in with some more clothes to you. swapping out, paul helped you into a new pair of panties and sweatpants before helping you into your bra and a tanktop. 

“okay, you ready princess?” paul asked, waiting for you to nod before he picked you up and carried you out to the car, seth following behind shortly after. 

the ride to emily’s was short seeing as you only lived 5 minutes away, seth insisted on sitting in the back with you anyways while paul drove. 

when you got over there, you crawled into seth’s lap, allowing him to carry you into emily’s house while paul followed right behind you. emily already had a cup of tea ready for you when you got there and seth quickly down at the kitchen table with you in his lap. 

“oh honey you poor thing.” emily fussed, setting down the cup of tea on the kitchen table and sitting down at the kitchen table next to you and seth.

“why are we all up right now?” sam’s loud groan caught you attention as he came into the kitchen, sitting down across from you and seth, causing you to let out a giggle at his frustration. there were few things you enjoyed more in this world than hearing sam complain about futile things. 

“samuel!” emily hushed him, “she is sick!” she scolded, you, seth, and paul letting out soft laughs at the interaction between the two of them.

you sat up, knuckling at your eyes blearily before seth picked up the mug of tea, offering you a sip which you gladly accepted. “did they get you a cold bath?” emily asked softly, running her hand up and down your back soothingly as you nodded. 

“mhm,” you hummed, “my head and throat are what hurt.” you murmured, voice still super croaky from whatever ailment was plaguing you at the moment. 

she nodded, “that’s what i had last week. let me get you some oscillococcinum - that helped me.” she got up, quickly heading into the bathroom to get you some medicine while you turned your attention to paul and sam who were in a conversation about yet another rogue vampire they were tracking. 

“was embry with you?” paul asked and sam nodded.

“lost his scent close to the cliffs. he probably jumped off the edge before we got to him.” sam explained and you looked over to seth confused and he just shrugged, not seeming to know much more than you did. 

emily came back in, handing you the oscillococcinum, seth giving you a sip of tea so you could swallow. “what are they talking about?” you whispered to emily who also shrugged.

“a vampire or something. i think embry and jared are also coming over to talk about it.” she said softly and you nodded, looking over to seth worriedly who just shushed you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“‘s nothing you need to be worried about pretty girl.” seth cooed and you nodded, turning to look back over to emily who offered you another smile. 

“you want something to eat? i don’t think anyone is going to bed anytime soon.” emily asked softly, and you nodded, both of you giggling softly when you realized how dumb it was that the whole pack was up at 3 in the morning and headed over to emily’s.

she smiled, getting up and heading over to the kitchen counter, “what about minestrone soup? sue brought some over yesterday.” she asked softly and you nodded, smiling as seth pressed a soft kiss to your temple. 

“you should figure out how to make that.” you said softly to seth who chuckled, looking down at your adoringly. 

“i do know how to make it pretty girl.” he responded and you gawked up at him causing him to let out another soft laugh, shaking his head. 

“why don’t you ever make it?” you asked, the honey in the tea helping ease the pain in your throat and your raspy voice. 

he just shrugged, “i don’t know,” he chuckled, “you never asked or anything.” he explained and you giggled as embry, jared, and quil came in, soaked from the downpour that had started shortly after you got there. 

“why are all of you here at 3 in the morning?” jared asked, gesturing to you and seth, eliciting another round of giggles from you as emily rolled her eyes, setting down the bowl of minestrone soup in front of you and seth. 

“she’s sick.” emily explained, taking the seat next to you again with a sigh as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. 

embry and quil turned their attention to you, gawking, “oh my god you’re pregnant?” quil asked incredulously and paul made a choking sound. 

“she’s definitely not pregnant you clowns.” paul said, smacking the back of quil’s head causing you to let out another round of giggles. emily rolled her eyes, letting out a groan at the stupidity of his question.

running with quil’s idea, you turned to seth with a pout on your face, “don’t even think about it pretty girl.” seth teased, knowing you were about to bother him about wanting a baby. 

“oh for fuck’s sake.” paul groaned, catching onto what you were doing, eliciting a round of laughs from everyone. 

“back to business you idiots,” sam rolled his eyes, sitting down at the other end of the table, “i was just telling paul about the scent we picked up by the cliffs.” he explained as the rest of the boys sat at the table, leah and jacob coming in a few moments later, also just as soaked as the rest of the boys.

“leah,” you smiled, happy to see seth’s sister, seth giving your hips a squeeze. she smiled at you as she took a towel from emily, quickly drying off with it as sam continued to explain what was going on. 

“man you missed it - we thought princess over there was pregnant.” quil started again, this time using paul’s nickname for you causing another round of groans around the table.

“don’t give her any ideas you clown.” paul said as he rolled his eyes. leah followed paul’s action and rolled her eyes while jacob muffled his laughter as he took a bite out of one of emily’s infamous muffins, leaning up against the counter next to paul.

you smiled, peeking up at seth who pecked your lips, “we’ll talk about it when you’re feeling better, yea?” he asked softly and you nodded, content with his answer as you turned in his lap so you could have the soup that had now started to cool off.

the boys slowly got back to the task at hand, everyone now throwing out theories for what they thought the scent was. you tuned them out for the most part, instead offering seth a spoonful of the soup which he gladly took from you, “thank you.” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

you beamed at the praise, then turning to leah and emily who were sitting next to you, “did you know seth knows how to make this?” you asked them and the cousins let out soft laughs, both nodding. 

“yes, we both do.” leah explained and you nodded, giggling as seth teasingly pinched your hip, now paying attention to what the rest of the wolves were talking about. 

“i didn’t know he could cook. i thought he only liked baking.” you mused softly, letting out another giggle as you caught seth rolling his eyes out of the corner of your eye.

“once in a while.” leah teased, both of you laughing softly. 

emily smiled, gently running her hand up and down your back soothingly as you all turned your attention back to sam who was now on the phone with carlisle on speaker phone talking about a new patrol schedule. 

you sighed, leaning back into seth’s chest as you continued sipping on your soup. paul stepped over to you then, sitting down in the chair on the other side of you and seth, “you feeling better?” he asked softly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead and letting out a sigh when he realized how warm you still were. 

“mhm,” you hummed, opening your mouth so paul could slide the thermometer he grabbed from emily’s bathroom under your tongue. seth wrapped his arms around your waist as you waited, everyone throwing out new ideas for patrol pairs in the meantime.

“there’s no fucking way you’re pairing me up with that clown.” embry stated incrediously, and by the face jake made, you’d assumed embry was referring to him. 

“okay when did you all start calling each other clowns? cut that shit out.” sam groaned, taking a deep breath as he tried to get back to the task at hand and you giggled around the thermometer. 

the all-to-familiar frantic beeping pulled your attention back and alerted you that you still had a fever, paul letting out a soft sigh when he pulled the thermometer out of your mouth. “what is it?” emily asked softly, looking up at paul from her spot at the kitchen table. 

“it’s 101, lower than it was.” he explained and she nodded, giving your bicep a soft squeeze as you looked over to seth worriedly. 

“you’re alright.” seth cooed, pressing another soft kiss to your hair, “why don’t we put on a movie in the living room? then you can get some rest, yea?” seth suggested thoughtfully and you nodded, turning in his lap so you could wrap yourself around him. 

paul followed the two of you into the living room, the rest of the pack quickly following. after paul pulled out the pull-out bed, seth laid you down on it, grabbing two pillows and a blanket before getting in with you and allowing you to curl up on his chest. 

paul sat down at the edge of the pull-out, brushing some hair out of your face as he scanned you worriedly, “what’s wrong?” you murmured, peeking up at him and he just shook his head. 

“don’t like seeing you sick is all.” paul explained, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, “you promise you’re feeling better?” he asked and you nodded, humming.

he offered you a small smile, nodding before he got back up to grab your tea from the kitchen, coming back a moment later and setting it down on the side table beside you. he got in the bed on the other side of you and you smiled, rolling off of seth and over to your other boyfriend who quickly wrapped his arms around you, chuckling softly as you maneuvered yourself so you were laid down on top of him. 

seth pulled the blanket over the three of you, allowing you to grab his hand and lace your fingers together. he pressed a kiss to your hand as he grabbed the remote and began clicking through channels before putting on HGTV.

quil was quick to express his disapproval with a loud groan, “oh fuck me-” he whined, and although you didn’t see it, you heard a loud smacking sound followed by paul telling him to shut his mouth which had you muffling your giggles in his shirt. 

the rest of the boys filtered into the living room while they went over theories for what the scent was and a new patrol schedule. as you closed your eyes, you realized how tired you were from being up all night and quickly fell asleep on paul. 

#poly!sethxreaderxpaul #poly!paulxreaderxseth #seth clearwater #paul lahote #seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater blurb #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote blurb #the twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight wolfpack #sam uley #emily young #jared cameron #quil ateara #embry call #jacob black #leah clearwater #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #bella cullen

[powerofelvis]

Daddy and breeding kink with Austin pls if you are comfortable with writing that :)

So listen, I got carried away with this one! Whew I had to pray before posting this. I hope this is a hit!!

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 1341

Warning(s): FILTH. PURE FILTH, oral (m. & f. receiving), choking, daddy kink, & breeding kink

A/N: Here it is y’all. The filthiest shit I have ever written for Austin. I honestly outdid myself with this one. I can’t wait to see what you guys think. Minors, go on about your business. This is for GROWN ADULTS ONLY.

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It was the weekend of the Cannes Film Festival and your boyfriend Austin was getting ready for it. You could tell that he was nervous ever since you both arrived in France, but you were unsure on how you could take his mind off of it. Austin wanted to keep the both of you busy before the big day arrived, so you both spent the day sightseeing and enjoying each other. It wasn’t everyday that you were able to travel to another country with your boyfriend, so you were pretty stoked at the thought of being in France. That night, Austin would pace the floor going over different scenarios for the film festival that was happening the following day. “What if they don’t like the movie?” He asked, sitting down on the bed, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

“Baby, you’ve worked so hard on this film. They are going to love it just as much as you do.” You sighed, rubbing his back. You wanted nothing more than for him to be proud of accomplishing such a huge achievement of portraying Elvis, but his anxiety would also get in the way. “Priscilla said that you did a wonderful job, that should matter, right?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked over at him. “It does, you have no idea baby. It’s just..I don’t want to disappoint people.” He said, looking back at you. “Well you have never disappointed me, baby. You should know that.” You said, moving to sit on his lap. You pressed your lips where his jaw was, rubbing your fingers down the black see-through button up that he was wearing.

Austin’s breath caught in his throat, pulling you fully on his lap. “Are you trying to take Daddy’s mind off of things?” He chuckled, smirking at you. “I guess you can say that, Daddy.” You said, nuzzling your nose in his neck. “Are you going to do something about it?” You said, teasing him. This is what caused Austin to snap his head over to watch you, his eyes darkening as he looked you over. “Now darlin’, you know how I feel about you being a brat.” His voice deepened as he turned you both over, pressing you into the mattress. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it, Daddy-.” You started before being hushed immediately by his lips. You gasped, allowing his tongue to probe into your mouth as he pinned both of your hands on the bed.

“If you keep running your mouth, I’m not going to do anything.” He chuckled, running his hands up your dress. He yanked your panties off of your throbbing core, throwing them on the floor. Your eyes watched his every move as he pulled the straps of your dress down over your shoulders, before completely taking the material off of your body. One of his hands moved up your body before cupping your breast through your bra. “Are you gonna let Daddy breed you tonight?” He asked with a click of his tongue. “Oh yes, Daddy. Please.” You moaned, squirming from his touch. It felt as if your body was on fire and his touch was the only thing that could cool it off. Before you knew what was happening, your bra was on the ground with your panties. His lips found their way between your breasts, licking and biting until he wrapped his soft lips around one of your nipples. Your nipple instantly stood at attention as your back arched off of the mattress. He chuckled, running his fingers along your thigh before rubbing them along your lower lips.

“Ah!” You moaned out, closing your eyes tightly as your hands gripped the sheets. When Austin was in his Daddy mode, you had learned that you were to never touch him until he told you that you could. He sat on the back of his heels, unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off of his shoulders and throwing it down where your clothes had littered. He stood up, undoing his pants, revealing his strained length that was begging to be released from its confinement. You wanted nothing more than to take his cock in your hands but you would be punished if you moved from the spot you were laying. He answered his cock’s need for air as he pulled his boxers down and off of his body. He pulled you down the bed by your ankles, crawling up on the bed. “Daddy wants to feel your mouth and I plan on fucking your throat.” He smirked, moving forward until his cock was touching your lips. “Open baby girl, say ah..” He groaned out.

You didn’t have to be asked again as your mouth opened for his cock to enter. He slowly pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning under his breath. “Relax your throat, darlin’. Let Daddy in.” He cooed, pushing his cock towards the back of your mouth. You gripped the sheets, relaxing your throat as you tried to keep your gag reflex at bay. He moaned, fucking your mouth and holding on to your hair. “Shit, your mouth feels incredible baby.” He threw his head back, thrusting his hips forward. “Fuck, I need to stop before I cum down your throat.” He moaned, pulling his cock out of your mouth. He slid off of your body, rubbing his hands against your pussy as his lips found yours again. He pushed two fingers inside of you, rubbing up against your clit with his thumb. You moaned out, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but you knew better.

He moved his mouth down your body before replacing his thumb with his mouth. His tongue rubbed in a circular motion around your clit, fingers pumping fast into your wet cavern. You were blissed out but you wanted more. “Daddy, please. I need you.” You begged, so needy to be filled. “So needy, baby. Alright, I’ll bite.” He smirked as he removed his fingers from inside of you. He lined his cock against your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you. “I’m going to fuck my baby into you, baby. So you better be prepared. You’re not leaving this bed until you’re filled with my cum.” He grunted, pumping his cock into you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Yes, Daddy. Fill me up.” You moaned, arching your back off of the bed. Your eyes met his cobalt blues, getting lost in them as he pounded into you.

He groaned, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying pressure. That did it for you as you came hard, writhing underneath him. Your toes curled and your fingers gripping the sheets tighter as he smirked at your reaction to his action. “Oh fuck, I didn’t know that would push you over so fast. I should choke you more often during sex.” He chuckled darkly, pushing his cock harder into you. He hit your spot repeatedly and you could see nothing but black spots in your eyes. “Please Daddy, I’m gonna cum again.” You whined, shivering as his cock pressed against your spot, never missing. “No baby, you hold out until I get close, alright?” He commanded. You nodded, forcing yourself to back off from your orgasm. It felt like hours but eventually Austin’s hips started to stutter. “I’m close baby, come with Daddy.” He moaned as he moved his hand away from your throat and placed his fingers along your clit, rubbing it quickly.

You moaned loudly as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body shivering as Austin followed suit. His hips stuttered again, his cum painting your walls and your womb. You had to break the one rule that he had during sex, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him down to capture his lips. “Fuck, that was hot. I am definitely ready for tomorrow.” He smiled as he kissed your lips one last time. You were glad that you came along with him to France.

#austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #requested #austin butler x reader #daisy writes

[authorred]

Break Me, Make Me Yours | Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader | |PART 1|

Preface: After some time away from each other due to your jobs, Spencer has ‘lost his touch’ in the bedroom. Now, it’s up to you to retrain him, and to reestablish where exactly he stands: below you.

ABSOLUTE SUBMISSIVE SPENCER--THE MOST SUBMISSIVE--BUCKLE THE FUCK UP

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Part 2: Coming eventually

Warning(s): NSFW

NSFW TAGS: Mommy kink, breeding kink, training, degradation, orgasm control, D/s, slight tit fixation, m&f receiving/giving, choking, missionary, cowgirl, hair pulling, spitting, marking/claiming, bondage, light slapping, begging, finger sucking, deep throating (fingers and strap), semi-rough, sensual, crying (lightly), strap-sucking, cockwarming (mouth to strap), gagging

“Y/n. . . Y/n please. . .”

“Hush,” you chide softly. “It’s been weeks since we’ve gotten time for this. I’ll take my time with you.”

“Please, please, please. . .” He whimpers softly, “I want to--. . . I need to cum. It’s been so long.”

“You can wait a little longer,” you coo, shrugging off your shirt. 

Spencer’s eyes light up at the sight of your body, tongue briskly licking his lips in anticipation. “Y/n--”

“Ah,” you click your tongue, walking up to the bed. You stand still to admire him, kneeling on the bed at your disposal. Shirtless, with his arms bound behind his back, and cotton ropes tying his wrists for extra security. 

Spencer leans forward to try to goad you to touch him, but you step back; he whines. “The time away from each other has clearly made you forget some things.” You reach out and grab his face, digging your fingers into his defined cheeks. His mouth opens automatically from the grasp, and he stares at you with wide, puppy dog eyes. “When we’re like this, what am I?” You soften your grip to let him talk.

He swallows and almost breaks eye contact but manages to maintain it. “Mom. . . mommy.”

You give a soft smile and gently stroke his cheek. “Use it in a sentence.”

Red begins to bloom across his face, both from his arousal and from the orders. “Pl. . . please let me cum, mommy.”

“That’s a good boy,” you say softly, running your thumb across his bottom lip. His mouth opens a little bit, a silent sign to stick it in his mouth. “You want to suck on mommy’s finger?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, mommy. Please let me suck on your thumb. Please.”

You slide your thumb between his lips and press it down on his tongue, which earns you a soft whine from him. “I don’t see any sucking happening.”

With a small whimper, his eyes close when his mouth does, and he swirls his tongue around your thumb, nudging it to try to get it to play with it. You push your thumb farther into his mouth and he takes it, letting it glide close to the back of his mouth.

“Look at me.”

He forces his eyes open and starts to bob his head, opening his mouth to show you how he licks and laps at your thumb. 

You watch him unwaveringly, eyes growing darker and darker with each whine and whimper that leaves his beautiful, perfect mouth. After a minute of thumb sucking, you remove it from his mouth and hold out your pointer and middle finger. “Choke on them.”

Glancing down at them, he reaches up and takes them into his mouth. He sucks them at first, licking his tongue between them. 

You grab the back of his head and push your fingers to the back of his throat.

He gags on them, body jerking and flinching from the reflex, but you hold him there.

“I told you to choke on them, not suck. Your ability to follow concise orders has also regressed.” You hold him there for a few more seconds before swiftly pulling them out of his mouth.

He coughs lightly, saliva coating his lips in a shiny layer that he quickly licks and swallows away. “I’m. . . I’m sorry. . . I’m sorry mommy.”

You wipe your fingers on your pants and watch him splutter for breath. “We have a lot of work to do, my sweet baby boy.” You softly lift his chin so he can look at you. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

He nods frantically.

“Verbal answer.”

“Yes, please mommy. I can handle it.”

You hum in thought. “We’ll see.”

~ Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you pull him off of the bed and onto the floor where he kneels at your feet immediately. He grunts softly at the harsh pull but doesn’t protest nor resist you. When you let go of him, he automatically looks up to your eyes.

You tighten the harnesses that are wrapped around your thighs and waist. “I’m not going to help you. You won’t have your hands, either. Follow my orders like a good boy, and I’ll reward you.”

He nods.

You raise your brows at him.

“Yes, mommy,” he quickly says. “I’ll be good.”

You adjust your stance and clasp your hands behind your back. “Lick it, no sucking.”

Spencer leans forward and drags his tongue the full length of the bottom of the strap, closing his eyes to focus. It’s tempting for him to put the tip in his mouth--especially when he can feel it pressing against his lips--but he refrains. He opens his eyes to look up at you, to see if you approve of what he’s doing. Your expression remains neutral, and his profiler instincts are fighting against his headspace to try to decipher what it is you’re thinking. He needs to know.

And you know. “Close your eyes. Stop looking for my approval. I’ll give it when you’ve done a satisfactory job.” You can almost see him relax when his eyes close again, and he licks at your strap like his life depends on it. You can see it’s a little awkward for him. The strap is moving a lot and it’s hard to stabilize it with only his tongue. He’s struggling, and you know it. You love it.

“Cockwarm it.”

His brows furrow, and his eyes open briefly to see where it is before taking it fully in his mouth. A few seconds pass and he still is attempting to have it sit comfortably in his mouth.

“You having trouble?”

He hums a ‘no’, but it comes out as an incomprehensible noise. He seems to have been somewhat provoked by the question because he pushes his head all the way down onto your strap. His lips are at the base.

You hum in mild approval and remain silent. You can hear his breathing stagger and him attempting to control it, and not choke on the building saliva. He doesn’t have a super reactive gag-reflex, but with the strap as far down in his throat as it is, it definitely is active.

You remain silent and he doesn’t protest nor show signs of pulling off. He stays there like a good boy warming your cock with his mouth. 

After a few dozen seconds, his eyes open to risk a peek at you. When he sees your pointed stare, he closes them again and pushes his head even farther onto your strap as recompense. Subsequently, gargles and staggered breaths begin to leave him, but he stays put despite it. 

Your body tingles at the sound of Spencer gagging. A minute and twenty seconds have passed. “Ten more seconds.” You pause briefly, “Gag even more. I want you to be crying.”

With a muffled whine, he pushes forward to the point where his nose is almost pressed against your pelvis. The choking worsens and his entire body is jerking from the reflex. Tears force themselves out of his eyes and stream down his cheeks, eventually mixing with the drool that’s dripping down his chin.

“. . . pull off.”

Spencer pulls away in a second, coughing over his breath and attempting to keep himself composed enough to not warrant reprimand or punishment. He sniffs and swallows the saliva that trickled down his chin during the time, coughing up any spit that snuck its way down his trachea.

You lean down to grab his face, gently wiping the wetness with your thumb. “Look at me.”

He looks at you immediately, eyes red and swollen. He squints because of the blurriness from the tears, but he utters no sound. 

You listen to him pant for a few seconds before slowly leaning down and kissing him softly. He reciprocates eagerly and gratefully, wanting to deepen the kiss almost as soon as he realizes. You pull away before he can, and he whines softly in response.

“Good boy,” you coo. “You did so well for mommy. Look how pretty you are.” You cradle his face, smearing his drool and tears across his skin.

“Thank you, mommy,” he whimpers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet boy.” 

His pupils blow up.

“One lesson and then I’ll give my good boy a reward, okay?”

He nods obediently, and then quickly goes to open his mouth, “Yes, mommy. Okay.”

~ You wrap your hand around his throat and force him up to walk backwards. His lets out a few grunts from the grip but doesn’t protest. When the back of his knees hit the mattress, he sits.

“Spread your legs.”

His legs open as wide as they can, and you position yourself in between them. You tug at his belt and slowly begin to unhook it. “I know you’re not exactly a fan of degradation, but I can’t help but think about how pretty of a whore you are for me. With your legs spread like a seasoned slut. But you’re not a slut: you’re my good boy. Good boys don’t do things like that, do they?” You lean forward to come nose-to-nose with him, and he swallows when he makes eye contact.

“No, mommy. . . I don’t.” It’s a desperate, raspy whisper. “Only for you.”

“Only for me?”

“Only for you. I’ll spread my legs like. . . like a whore only for you.”

You grin when you kiss him, accidentally hitting your teeth against his. He breathes heavily into it, and you swipe your tongue across the roof of his mouth. He opens it wider, allowing you to practically shove your tongue fully inside. He whines and screws his eyes tight, spikes of excitement shooting down his spine to his groin. Feeling your tongue ravish the inside of his mouth unhinged was a feeling he’d never get used to, nor would he ever refuse it.

You pull away and attack his throat with kisses and bites. You can feel the bob of his adams apple when he swallows, and you make sure to kiss it before moving down farther. You fully undo his belt and pull it from the loops, throwing it carelessly to the side. 

“Stand.”

He rises to his feet, and you pull down both his pants and boxers.

“Mommy, please. . .”

“Shh,” you shush gently. “Patience. Just for a little bit more.” You help him step out of his clothes and toss them to the side as well. “Sit.”

He sits down like an obedient dog.

You crouch between his legs and look up at him, his erection a clear obstruction in your view. You can see and hear his breathing becoming quicker, anticipation and excitement twisting his stomach into a knot. You do nothing. You don’t move. You don’t say anything. You just stare at him with a neutral expression.

Spencer has an inkling of an idea of what you’re looking for. “Please, mommy,” he begins to beg. “Please, please. . . please make me feel good. Please, I want you to make me cum. Please. Please let me have mommy’s mouth on me.”

“My mouth?” You repeat with a raise of a brow and quirk of your lips. “You’re asking me to suck you off?”

His eyes widen. “I. . . I’m sorry. I’m sorry, you don’t--I got carried away. I’m sorry, mommy. Please forgive me. I’m sorry.”

You chuckle at seeing him beg. “Your eyes have such a pathetic look in them, my sweet boy. It’s almost cute.”

He whimpers again.

“You’re pathetic for mommy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am--I’m pathetic for mommy, I am--please--make your pathetic boy feel good, I’m begging you.”

“I hear,” you hum. “It’s nice. It’s lovely, actually. And since you seem to be so agreeable, I’ll give you a small reward for it.” You lightly drag your finger up the underside of his dick and he twitches. 

“Please. . .”

Without breaking eye contact you lean forward and slowly take him into your mouth. He cries out and tugs against the binds, legs almost closing around your head, but he forces them open. With slow but deep strokes you take him centimeter by centimeter. Each bob of your head earns you a louder and longer whine. “Mommy” falls from his mouth every two seconds along with pleads that don’t include anything specific. He doesn’t know what it is he’s begging for exactly, but he’s begging for something.

When you fit more than half of him inside your mouth you speed up, readjusting yourself so you’re resting comfortably on your haunches. His moans and gasps and pants also intensify, analogous to your mouth. Soft curses fall from his mouth and that’s when you know his sensitivity is reaching the peak. 

You pull off of him and quickly replace your mouth with your hand, stroking him at a moderate pace. 

Spencer’s head tilts back and he moans, sweat beginning to accumulate on his neck and chest. “Please, mommy, please. . .”

“What’re you begging for?” You ask curiously. “I never told you to beg for anything yet.”

“I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry. . . I’m sorry, it feels--you feel so good, mommy.” He lowers his head to look at you, hips beginning to writhe in place.

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

He nods. “Yes--yes, I--I do, please. . . please let me cum.”

You hum in deliberation. You speed your stroking up and he cries out praises, breathes coming out in heaves and staggers. You watch him closely, eyes staring at his face as if you’re examining him. You can feel his dick getting harder than before, precum dripping from the tip. You use that as slight lubrication for your hand.

Spencer pulls his mind out of the pleasure of your hand enough to remember what he’s supposed to do. “Can--can I cum, mommy? Please? Can I cum?”

“No,” you reply immediately. “Don’t cum.”

He bites his lip and whines, body tensing in a feeble attempt to keep his orgasm at bay. 

You don’t slow your hand, nor do you repeat your order. You mentally begin to count the seconds in your head. Eight has passed.

“Mommy, please!”

You say nothing. Eleven has passed.

His hips jerk and twist, body writhing from your touch. His moans come out as light sobs, eyes closed, and face scrunched up in restricted pleasure. Fourteen has passed.

His eyes tear up and he tries to move back from your grasp with a long whine, but you move with him, forcing him to be subjected to your hand. Sixteen has passed.

A low whine of ‘mommy’ leaves him again, and his body bows. He rests his forehead against yours and stutters quiet, weak begs. Twenty has passed.

“Cum.”

He lets out a short scream. You feel his dick pulse, but you keep your eyes on his expression. He gasps and moans against your mouth. His body slowly begins to relax after a seven-second-long orgasm. His hips stutter and jerk when you stroke him slowly and cease when you pull away. He finally opens his eyes and stares at you, ‘thank you’’s leaving his lips like a prayer, like worship. He leans against you, and you push back to keep him from tumbling off the bed.

“Good boy,” you soothe, peppering kisses across his face. “You did so well, baby boy. I’m so proud of you.” You reach up to hug him tightly. He’s unable to hug back, but he presses his face into the junction of your shoulder, still thanking you repeatedly. He’s trembling and you smile to yourself when you feel it.

You stay there for a little, allowing Spencer to calm down a little from the orgasm. You can hear him sniff a few times, but you know he’s okay. When you pull away, you cradle his face. “You did so good,” you praise gently. “You’re such a good boy for not cumming.”

He smiles giddily. “Thank you, mommy.”

You smile back and nuzzle your noses together. “Would you like your reward now?”

His eyes light up. “Yes. Please, mommy.”

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