#throbbing thrusting thursday

[diejager]

could i pretty pls request angel koenig or angel simon kidnapping a reader and forcing them to do some unholy acts with them to repent reader's sins??? pretty pls 🙏🙏🙏

@justadeadreaper this is the moment I was waiting for, to borrow you concept!!!

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, angel sex, rough sex, kidnapping, “cleansing one’s sin”, size kink, overstimulation, size kink, tell me if I missed any.

He told you it was his duty. He told you he was doing you a favour. He told you he was cleansing you of your sins, washing away the stains of your mind, body and soul with his every act. He called himself König, a King —the King; it called for you subservience and understanding that his decisions were made to benefit you. He was your benefactor and you - the human he picked up from a rundown apartment that stank of piss and human musk. The one he stole in a crude sweep near midnight, a turbulent Thursday that showed no promise despite it being a holy hour, the time where you should’ve been praying for him - his little pet that needed holy teachings.

“Herzblatt, ” he rasps over you, peering down at your weaker figure through the holes of his veil, his blue, crystalline eyes squinted in sheer pleasure and amusement, “This is for your good.”

This is for your good, he said, words repeated like a broken record that made no sense to you. What good was it to spirit you away from your home to an illustrious castle of white pillars and cold floors, to swap comfort for illusion, and to swap familiar love for possessive affection. It was infectious to your throbbing heart, his duty of cleansing you doing more harm than good, to wash away the sins that clung to your skin like leeches with harsh thrusts, his wide hips snapping against the swollen skin of your ass and thighs from his overwhelming use of strength. 

You watched his wings - the many pairs that stood out for it’s various shades of grey and ivory in a place as pristine as his home - flutter over him through blurry eyes, tears clinging to your lashes and rolling down cheeks. They expanded and covered you, a feathery cage that hid you from prying eyes and kept you from moving; not that you could, his pedipalps, shorter than his other pair but equally as strong, held your hips in a bruising grip, painting your skin black and blue. The tapered tip of his cock, a bulbous head that thinned at the tip but swelled at the base, thick and veiny to fit a creature of his proportions. A giant in every sense and you felt it, splitting you in half as he ploughed you, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your ass. 

“Hob ka Ongst,” he whispered unhurriedly, unworried and uncaring, a deep growl rumbling his chest. [Don’t be afraid.]

He folded you in half, your plush thighs slung over his forearms while he mumbled promises, telling you how he saved you from absolution and how his load would wash you of your sins, every drop meant a blessing. His tone was condescending, a low cadence that would have sounded terrifying if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you, degrading you with every orgasm he wrenched out of you, narrowed eyes admiring your little mewls and kicking legs when you came, toes curling and muscle flexing.

“Moch da kane Gedanken, i werd mi ab jetzt um di kümma, Herzblatt.” [Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from now on.]

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[honoredalone]

‘YA LIKE THE SHOW?

ꨄ you should’ve known that having boys night at your shared apartment with satoru was a bad idea, all of his friends are good looking and ready for a show so was it really a bad idea?

“‘toru not now.” not now, but right now you’re sitting on your bed, wearing nothing but your baby pink silk robe, hair damp, freshly out of the shower. you smelled like vanilla and flowers and he swears as soon as you got out of the shower he floated over to you like a cartoon. while you’re sat against your headboard, holding your tea in one hand and your book laid open between your legs. you looked exquisite, how could he help himself. he crawled onto the bed laying flat on his stomach face to face with your covered core, his fingers sliding under the silk of your robe toying with your sensitive bud.

“now’s better than never sweet thing.” his cocky smile making your eyes roll to the back of your head, he pinches, rolled and nudged your clit until your legs were pathetically shaking, your robe undone revealing your soft naked body. you were glowing, you looked like starlight. “cum for me, feel good love.” he groaned before lunging forward and attaching his mouth to your glittering folds. his tongue felt like heaven, you couldn’t help but arch and grind against his mouth begging for the mercy of your release.

“oh god, ‘toru. i need.. please.” you pleaded your boyfriend for something, you weren’t sure what, but of course he knew. instinctively bringing his left hand to your breasts and the other sinking into your warm entrance while he sucks on your clit with enough pressure to make you dizzy. “shit, i’m gonna cum. i wanna cum on your cock, please. pretty please?”

“how can i say no when you ask so nicely sweet thing.” he eagerly sits up quickly removing his grey sweats along with his boxers, his cock springing up and hitting his toned stomach. pink tip already leaking a pearl of precum, god he looked so pretty. “ready for me love?” you spread your thighs, your pretty folds opening. he sinks into your tight core almost whimpering at the way you clench around him. starting off gently, thrusts slow and sensual, you can feel each vein, each ridge and throb of his cock inside of you. nothing has felt better.

“feel so good ‘toru.” you mewled beneath him, legs twitching and your body radiating heat. you’re intoxicating, holy shit he’s wrapped around your sweet finger. your eyes were closed so tight with your eyebrows pinched in pleasure but suddenly you felt eyes on you, multiple pairs of eyes. satoru’s head rested in the crook of your neck so it couldn’t be him, his pretty moans filling your ears and his body blanketing yours, everything was perfect but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. slightly lifting your head, forcefully feeling your eyes open you see 4 figures standing at the edge of your bed, watching you. gasping, nudging satoru getting him out of his daze he also feels the eyes on both of you. halting his movements he looks behind him, more than ready to pounce on whoever is spying on you both when suddenly one of the figures speak.

“keep going satoru, she’s begging for you.” the voice was familiar, you knew the figure. in fact, you knew all of them. it’s thursday night. boys night with suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, and toji fushiguro. normally they would meet up at a bar but satoru insisted they hang out at your apartment this time. so here they were, watching you two fuck.

“fuck she looks like a little puppy.” toji chuckled, his hand palming the tent in his pants. embarrassingly you cried, grinding your hips onto satoru’s pelvis for a little friction. the men observing you all started stripping their clothes, toned bodies shining in the dull light, all of them errect and gorgeous.

“better start fucking her before one of us push you aside and do it better.” sukuna says, no doubt jealousy coursing through his blood. his cock is long and girthy from what you can see, curved towards his belly button, black tattoos decorating the shaft.

you’ve always known kento nanami, he wasn’t overly vocal like your boyfriend. he was a good looking man, very very sweet and was such a gentleman. he seemed shy, but right now he looked so develishly handsome. his hair tussled and untamed, his blue button down was fully open displaying his beautifully molded torso, his cock in his hand and his eyes shut with his lips parted. he stroked himself with need like he hadn’t gotten off in months.

“they want a show sweets, wanna be a good girl and give it to ‘em?” satoru has been sitting inside of you this whole time, it’s felt like years since he’s moved and you just gotten wetter by the second. you nod eagerly silently begging for him, waiting for him to start fucking you regardless if your audience.

“use your words darling, wanna hear you.” gojo’s dark haired best friend smugly says, his voice coated in sweet, sticky honey. he slowly approaches the bed kneeling near your head, heavy cock in his hand. “tell us what you want.” he smiles, foxy and seductive.

“i want, i want you to fuck me ‘toru. please.” you whine as the other 3 men make their way over to you as well. kento on his knees residing on the edge of the bed, sukuna sitting parallel to geto and toji standing behind sukuna all of them with their members out, tips an angry shade of pink and in sukuna’s case, red.

“all you had to do was ask love.” satoru grasps the back of both of your thighs, pressing them up against your chest. lifting his hips, hammering into you like an animal in heat, making your cunt flutter around him. “you’re milking me dry sweets.” he breathed as you cry under him. plump beautiful tears sliding down your flushed cheeks.

“pathetic little human.” sukuna moaned as he teased his tip, purple nails covered in precum. sukuna was a hard ass but he was nice when he wanted to be which wasn’t a lot but when it was, everyone cherished it. “so so pretty.” his compliment made your skin tingle.

“f-fuck i’m getting close ‘toru.” the 5 men’s attention was focused on you, watching the way you sucked your boyfriend’s dick inside of you over and over.

“what’re waiting for then princess, cum for us.” toji laughed as he speeds up his pace. he was a good looking man, tall, and beautifully toned. his physique almost like a greek god.

gojo released his grip on your thighs to rub your clit as he keeps a fast and rough pace, abusing your poor pussy. “squeeze my cock love, make it feel good.” he rasps, his hips getting sore but nothing is going to stop him right now. you can’t help but moan and cry and whimper as you come undone, the other men not long behind you and satoru soon after.

your head goes hazy, your bed is full of sweat and worn out men. legs now limp, satoru laid on top of you, still buried inside of you not only for the purpose of keeping you stuffed but also he can barely lift his head. the other men around you breathless, sweating and not nearly tired enough due to suguru’s joke suggesting a couple more rounds and the group agreement was only shot down due to satoru’s whiny comments.

“so i was told we’d be getting free food.” toji light heartedly jokes making the group laugh. “wanna join us for a movie doll?”

the 4 men get off the bed, fighting over who’s clothes were who’s and ridiculed each other for ‘getting your disgusting dick juice’ on one another. satoru slowly getting off of you and making sure you’re okay.

“you alright sweet thing, need me to run you a bath or get you something to drink?” he cups your cheek, swiping his thumb across your soft skin. “i can tell them to leave if you want to just spend time alone, you don’t have to deal with us.”

“you’re sweet my love, they can stay. i just wanna clean up quick, could they move to the living room and put on a movie or something?” you said quietly, satoru parroting your request to the men as they nicely oblige, retreating out of your bedroom and nanami closing the door quietly.

after taking care of you more privately, satoru goes out to join his friends while you freshen up. putting on some sleep shorts and one of satoru’s t-shirts, you leave to hang with your boyfriend and his friends.

“here love.” satoru says with your favorite mug in his hands. “3 sugars and a splash of cream, just how you like it.” he winks while handing you the drink, putting his hands in your waist and guiding you to the couch where his friends are fighting over which movie to watch. you observe nanami sitting separate to everyone else, in your love seat, phone to his ear.

“will 2 large pizzas and a side of breadsticks be enough?” he quietly asked, with a loud response of yes he hung up the phone. “45 minutes.” he says voice as monotone as ever before he sits back, eyes on the tv screen.

you settle into your spot, leaning into satoru as everyone argues between watching a rom-com or a horror movie. you enjoyed this. the sex, duh but also just being around satoru and his friends, it was a new side of his that you rarely see. he wasn’t insecure or anything, but when he spends time with you, he wants it to just be the two of you. after finally deciding on an action movie you all get comfortable in your respective places on the couch or seat before the pizza comes.

“y’know satoru,” sukuna starts, mouth full of food, sloppily chewing and smacking his lips. “you should let us take turns with her.” gojo nearly chokes on his beer. while what they had done turned him on significantly he couldn’t imagine letting anyone, not even his closest friends getting to have you the way that he does. obviously he objects but in the back of his head the idea makes his heart flutter and his cock harden.

“maybe next thursday.”

authors note: i wrote this at like 6 in the morning, half high so please be kind. feed back is very much appreciated 🤍

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[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! Smut

Part 14 here’s the LINK for part 13. Tw- smut at the beginning of this chapter (handjob) dirty talk. Not much after that. Only a short chapter but there’s more to come, I’m cooking I can’t wait 😏.

Caught up in their ‘friends with benefits with feelings’ arrangement, Max and Leni make a promise that it’ll be the last time they sleep together. Will this work? How can the two even act around each other with the aching tension that lingers between them both.

Thursday November 2nd 2023.

“Leni, Leni.” Max cooed out, hips thrusting his throbbing cock further up into my hand. I hummed and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek bone, his skin slightly damp from sweating.

I picked up my pace, squeezing the head of his painfully hard cock and quickening the pace. Max tensed, his hand tightening around my wrist, harder and harder as I increased the speed. His breathing was heavy, bare chest heaving and falling, his skin covered by a sheen of sweat. He looked truly beautiful, I could barely believe it.

“Cum for me Max.” I whispered out a slight moan. He held his breath, seething in pure pleasure as he gasped out, watching my movements. We shared a sloppy kiss as Max began writhing against his hotel bed, moaning against my lips. I didn’t want to stop, ever. The sounds he was making was pure bliss, nothing could top it.

Max choked out, head falling back as he gave one last moan of my name before his body began shaking. I used my other hand, squeezing his balls gently as he let out a stuttered groan, his speed spilling out of his cock, all over his stomach, chest and my hand.

Max was panting heavily, his hand which had held of my wrist instead caressed over my bare thigh. He slumped slightly, resting his head on the pillow, tilting against mine comfortably. With one last breath of release, he swallowed and fluttered his eyes closed.

“You are so good, Leni.” He muttered out, dragging each word out. I smiled softly, scanning over his expression, his cheeks were flushed and his plump lips were parted, swollen from all the kisses we’d shared throughout the night. We’d had three rounds of sex, my hunger for Max was insatiable and nothing could quench it. Nothing apart from the press of his lips to mine, especially when we were both fucked out from so much love making. In those moments I felt vulnerable with Max, I had no care in the world. The minute I stepped out his hotel room, it was a different story.

“Why don’t you stay?” He spoke, just as I opened his hotel door. I paused, the door still ajar as I stared back to him. “Stay?”

“Stay the night?” He laughed like it was obvious. No Leni, it’ll only make your feelings stronger.

“Okay.” You stupid girl. The whole reason I was doing this was for ‘fun’ we semi agreed that, plus Max seemed to be enjoying it all as well. You see, I’d already pushed Max away once, I didn’t think I could or would ever do that again- but when I thought about how quick this was all moving since his last break up I couldn’t help but question if I was just a rebound. Technically, I knew it wasn’t true, but the overthinking was insane- the only way I’d stop it was by stopping what Max and I had going on. That wasn’t likely, I loved being with Max, and in the process I feared I’d fall in love with him too, but you see, that was the addicting part.

I locked the door once again and returned to the bed we’d messed up, climbing straight into where he held his arm out for me. “Getting in bed fully dressed?” He glanced down to look at me. “Mmmh.” I snuggled up to him. Max cuddled me tightly. He fell asleep pretty quick, or at least I thought he fell asleep.

“Max?” I gently spoke, stirring the man beside me. “Mmm.” He sleepily tightened his embrace around me, spooning me from behind and kissing my shoulder gently. “Just seeing if you were awake.” I whispered.

“Hm.” He simply responded. My hand rubbed over his arm. “Are we like… friends with benefits?” I then asked, causing Max to chuckle tiredly behind me. “That’s silly.”

“Then what are we?”

“Mh…” he tiredly stretched, letting out a sigh from beside me. “I don’t know, Leni.” His voice was slurred with tiredness. “Friends with benefits with feelings.” I laughed gently at his words.

“Maybe after today we should never have sex… for like a couple months.”

“Hmmm.” Max simply responded, tightening his embrace around me. “Whatever you want Miss Leni… no more sex after tonight.”

“When I said one night the other night, I meant it.” I half joked as Max snickered. “Explains why you’re in my bed now.” I rolled over at his response, smiling as his tired eyes glanced over me. “Turn of the light Leni, and shut up.”

I slapped his arm lightly as he laughed again, I reached over and turned off the light, before resting back against the pillow. “I meant it.” I smiled softly. Max’s lips stretched out into a smaller one. “I know.” He softly spoke, reaching out to brush the hair out of my face.

“It’s okay. I just don’t know how good I can pretend I see you as just a friend.”

“Well… you have to try, my dad’s catching on. So is Lando.”

“Lando?” Max responded with a scrunched nose. “Uh huh.”

“Whys that guy always in my business?”

“He’s in everybody’s business, Max he’s Lando.”

The following day, at practise, I tried my hardest to keep my eyes to myself. Except I’d find them gazing off into the distance to often spot Max. He’d gained P16 whilst Checo took P18, I knew it was all part of Red Bull’s strategy, I knew they’d bring it back for qualifying, and especially the race on Sunday. Max didn’t seem worried, so I went over and congratulated Carlos on P1, following shortly with Charles in P2. I don’t know a whole lot of Charles, just because I was closer to Carlos people always figured I was Charles’ bestie, and I’d read all the dating rumours online. Maybe six years ago I would’ve kicked my feet and giggled at those rumours, now I paid hardly any attention to them. When I turned around however, I did catch sight of a particular blonde man glancing in my direction. As soon as he noticed me he smirked and turned back. My stomach fluttered. Fuck. He looked so confident, borderline cocky, any other man would be borderline weeping to be in his position, but not Max. I tore my eyes away with a blush growing on my face, pressing my tongue to the inside of my cheek. “Who are you blushing at?” Carlos made me jump. “Ah- not you, that’s for sure.”

Carlos smirked at my comment, glancing up and around the area before his eyes fixated on Max. His smirk grew smug when he glanced back down to me. I stole another glance at Max before shaking my head back to Carlos. “Shut up.”

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[strangerxperv]

Random Eddie Munson HeadCanons

Some are NSFW so minors don't interact

Eddie is openly pansexual when it comes to sex but demisexual for relationships.

He likes sex and believes that people bring different things to the table.

Relationships are difficult for him and I think he has low-key commitment issues.

So he takes relationships pretty slowly because he wants to know you (or Steve...and?).

Eddie wants to be sure his heart won't be broken because he's honestly a romantic.

If you want a serious relationship with him I suggest not jumping into bed with him.

Become his friend first and slowly begin to flirt, let tension build.

Eddie has intrusive thoughts and if he trusts you then they become your thoughts too.

"Hey, babe? When you think of me being a mechanic what pops into your head?"

If you answer "Hot" or "Strong hands" you will have a smug man for the rest of the day.

"Will you join me in the show? I just realized we haven't had shower sex in awhile and I'm hard as fuck." This is said while you're in the middle of styling your head for bed.

His intrusive thoughts range from innocent, random, to dangerous.

One time I decided to make a baked potato without holes in the microwave (he knew what he was doing). Now he's buying a new one.

His last year only high school is when you meet because you are his tutor.

You get to see all sides of Eddie that most are privy to.

You see the proud, depressed, defeated, eager, happy, and sappy sides of him. And eventually you see the side of him that loves you.

Your relationship with him is slow and at one point it's complicated. You go from friend to best friend and then to best friends with tension. He's not proud of the next step: best friends with benefits.

At this point you're practically a couple but he's not ready to admit it. Everyone thinks of you guys as a couple, most everyone. Busy if someone asks you two you both say, "no" and sometimes "just really close best friends."

It's one of those events that Jason has the balls to say, "Good. Guess that means I can take you out some time. How's this Friday at five?"

Who are you to say no? Especially when Eddie is within earshot.

Agreeing to the date causes a huge fight between you and Eddie that lasts the rest of the week.

It's Thursday when he coldly asks if you're coming to his place Friday night.

"You know I can't. I have a date." Slam your car door closed to drive away.

But he stops you, "No, you don't. I told him you aren't coming cause you'll be too busy cuming on my dick."

His words make your jaw unhinge with surprise before sputtering out, "You can't just say that! What if someone hears you saying something like that when we aren't even together? They'll think I'm a slut!"

Eddie grins and leans in close as his lips ghost along your ear to your lips. "Don't care. You're mine."

And that's all you need to hear. It takes a few months of going steady for him to actually call you his girlfriend.

Until then it's: baby doll, his girl, my nerd, and (you guessed it) his slut.

He hates sleeping alone and even when you were benefits you slept over, except for that one week. He drives you to work, your place, his place, basically wherever he can.

I head canon this man to be very clingy in a relationship.

Eddie is a switch with the right person but I think he's leaning hard Dom for reader.

When you were his tutor he convinced you to pay his correct answers with a small kiss.

He has you help him when he's training to become a licensed mechanic. The only difference is that you're sat on his dick when quizzing him.

Every right answer you HAVE to give him a kiss, an innocent kiss, a soft lil peck on the lips.

Near the end of this session he's unbelievably throbbing and softly thrusting up into you every so often. But don't think for a moment you're the dominant one while on top.

He might be the one whimpering under you but if you act up, it's your ass.

Seriously, he will fuck your ass and spank you at the same time.

If you want to hear more about this Eddie please let me know!

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[yelenasdiary]

I would like to make a request where Agatha has dick and while they are cuddling. Agatha wants to have sex in that position. Maybe with multiple orgasms and ñcockwarming

Xoxo

Sweet Thing

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader 

Summary: Movie night with your girlfriend turns into a little extra fun.

18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI! | Smut | Dom! Agatha | Sub! Reader | Agatha has a penis | Unprotected Sex | Cock Warming | Nipple Play | Mommy Kink | Slight Language Warning | 0.8K |  

AC: This is my first Agatha request! I hope you enjoy it! X

Thursday night you find yourself comfortable in the arms of your partner, Agatha, while the two of you watch 'The Woman in the Window' on Netflix. It was the second movie of the evening, the two of you just relaxing and cuddling. Although it was long into the movie that you felt Agatha's hand slide up your oversized pajama top and began groping your breast gently. You let out a soft moan at her touch which only added to your girlfriend's growing excitement.

She shuffled slightly, letting you feel her member start to grow harder against you. "Just watch your movie baby, I'm just going to play with what's mine" she whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek. You simply nodded at her words, pushing yourself up against her more. "Looks like I'm not the only one being needy" Agatha chuckled, her hand moving to your nipple, giving it plenty of attention as your growing moans turned to begs. 

"Please baby" you moaned, throwing your head back slightly to look up at her, "want you so much" you added. 

"Mmm, is that so darling?" the dark-haired woman smirked, both her hands now pinching and tugging at your nipples, "tell me what you want" she added. "Please fuck me mommy!" you begged making sure to brush up against her hardened cock. Letting one of your breasts go, Agatha traveled her hand down your body and slipping into your panties, "Sweet thing, you're soaked, and I've barely even touched you" Her voice had a tone of proudness at her effect on you. "I knew you were made for me" she smirked once more before freeing your body of her hands, pulling down her boxers to free her cock. 

You could feel her rock-hard cock leaking with precum while you tried to take your panties off only to stopped, "leave them, I want to fuck you with them on" Agatha said before moving them to the side herself and guiding her cock through your folds making you moan once more when her tip brushed against your clit. "Please mommy, don't tease" you begged once more, your pussy throbbing with need for her to take you already. 

"Be a good darling for me and keep your eyes on your little movie and mommy will fill you up nice and full" she replied before slowly entering your throbbing pussy. You moaned as you took her inch by inch, no matter how many times she stretches you out you still can never get used to the feeling of feeling her deep inside you. "Fuck baby! You feel so fucking good" Agatha moaned, feeling the way your pussy accommodated her size. 

"Y-you're so deep!" you moaned once more when she started thrusting her hips into you, one hand on your hip while the other returned to twisting and tugging at your nipple, she loved the moans she could pull from you whenever she played with your tits. "You're so beautiful and all for me, tell me baby, who fucks you better than me?" she spoke into your ear. 

"Nobody! Only m-mommy can fuck me like t-this!" you replied between moans. Agatha beginning to thrust into you faster, "That's right baby, only mommy can" Her hand left your hip to find your clit, rubbing tight circles around it making your moans grow louder. Your pussy clenching her more and more with each thrust and the way you squirmed to take more of her only told her you were close. 

"M-mommy! Feels s'good!" You moaned. 

"Cum around my cock baby, show mommy how good I fuck you!" She replied, deepening her thrusts. 

You couldn't help but moan her name as your orgasm took over, your legs began to shake but her thrusts and rubbing on your clit didn't stop. She continued fucking into you as you rode out your high, chasing her own now. "Can't take anymore!" you whimpered, needing a moment to let your body come down but Agatha knew your body best. 

"I know baby, but remember, I still I would fill you nice and full, do you want mommy's cum?" she asked, earning a quick and needy nod from you. "Please! Want mommy's cum! Fill me up!" You moaned. Agatha loved when you begged for her to finish inside you, she couldn't control herself. Her cock twitched as you felt warm spurts of her seed being buried deep inside you, moaning, and groaning as she gave you ever last drop. 

Her cock began to soften as she caught her breath, she began to pull out only to be stopped by you. "Please don't" you said softly, "want you to stay, please" you added not ready to feel the emptiness. 

"Of course, sweet thing, keep mommy nice and cozy" she smiled softly before kissing your lips. She pulled you closer into her arms, she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd have you cumming around her once again and that she did. By the end of the movie, she pulled another two orgasms out of you and was sure to fill you to the brim with her cum before letting you doze off to sleep in her arms. 

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[springdandelixn]

Show Me Love

—Jorah x F!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: Jorah ends up failing his quest to search for the princess and take her back to the feast in the Red Keep.

Warnings: 18+ content, oral (m receiving), Jorah is a whore haha

A/N: Because today is Thursday, I’ve decided to make a THIRSTY drabble for our favorite simp boii.

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Jorah’s hand clamps tighter on your shoulder, his head thrown back in pure bliss on the back of the chair and muscles tensing when you take him into your mouth once more. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his bare thigh while the other presses down against his abdomen which ripples in desire.

He never imagined that his search for you around the Red Keep would end up with him groaning in pleasure as you sucked down hard on his cock. He only thought about taking you back to the feast where the guests from the noble houses were wanting your attention, yet here he was, the Lord Commander of the Queensguard, shrouded in ecstasy, chest heaving as he felt a tug at the pit of his stomach.

“Princess—” He groans, but the words he wanted to say drown in his throat, whispering your name instead in the humid air that slowly fills his chambers.

Your mouth pulls back, only keeping the tip of his cock within when a garbled moan escapes his lips upon feeling you suck harder on its head. His cock stiffens, throbbing against your lips and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around the base to stop his release.

“Princess, please—” He begs.

But you don't relent. Your hand pries away his own before replacing it with your deft fingers, stroking his shaft while your tongue swirls and licks on the tip, spreading the saltiness on the pad of your tongue, humming at the taste of him.

He chokes when he tries to speak, tries to protest that a princess should not take a man’s seed in her mouth but all sense of decency drifts from his head when pleasure rolls through his body, his spine, shivering as he feels the tug in his stomach once more.

His hand reaches over to cup the base of your head, eyes blowing wide in lust as he pulls you back down on his cock, having you choke and gag around him when he hits the back of your throat. He grows feral, hungry even when your eyes shoot up to meet his. Relishing the look you give him as he urges you to take more of him, to suck on his cock like your life depended on it. His other hand reaches to cup the side of your face as he moves to thrust his hips at a faster pace.

“You look so beautiful with your lips around me.” He growls and he watches as your eyes shine with unshed tears, chanting your name in whispers when you plant your hands against his thighs and meet him halfway, your muffled moans filling his ears and adding to the pleasure that builds within.

“You’re so perfect, princess—” He praises, throwing his head back once more when you pick up your pace, feeling your saliva pool against his inner thighs. His hand grabs a handful of your hair when he feels himself reaching his limit. Releasing an animalistic growl, he pushes you down, burying his cock fully into your mouth and spilling his seeds down your throat.

He curses lowly and pants heavily, his chest heaving as he slowly climbs down from his high. Another moan escapes him when you pull away from his cock with a thick ‘pop’ after swallowing his essence, a light giggle erupting from you before taking him fully once more, milking him dry.

“Ser Jorah?”

Panic surges in him when he hears the voice of his queen from beyond the door, quickly leaning over to you on the ground, pulling himself free from your mouth and pressing a finger to your lips, signaling to be silent.

“Are you alright, Ser?” Daenerys asks once more. “Why did you leave the feast in haste?”

He clears his throat before he speaks. “I’m quite fine, your grace. I’ve just not been feeling well and I wanted to rest before it turns into anything serious.”

His eyes dart to you when you roll your eyes at him, a playful smile gracing your lips when you move to straddle his lap.

“Liar.” You whisper against his ear and it takes all of his strength to stop himself from kissing the smug away from your lips.

“Shall I call for the maester?” Daenerys asks.

“You need not worry, your grace. I’m sure sleep will do me some g—good.” He stops the groan from escaping him, his hands grabbing tightly on your hips to stop you from rubbing your clothed cunt against his exposed length.

“Good night, your grace.” He says in finality before wrapping his arms around you, your legs locking around his waist, lifting you as he stands from his seat, and walking towards the door to make sure it's locked from within.

“What if my sister comes back and asks for your help to look for me, Lord Commander Mormont?” You ask teasingly, rubbing a finger against the scruff of his beard, a grin on your lips, making Jorah groan as he walks you to his bed. You giggle when he lays you down on the feathered mattress.

“Then pray to the seven that she doesn’t, my love, for I plan to keep you here til the morrow.” He smirks as he runs his hand up your thigh, pushing up the skirt of your dress before leaning down to claim your lips with his.

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Till We Meet Again

Aragorn x plus size reader

No names, no words but a promise to keep.

Warnings:  smut, pre-lotr, barmaid!reader, Aragorn is not with Arwen, minimal dialogue, unprotected sex, little bit ooc aragorn, semi-public sex, creampie, one night stand

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Music rang loudly in her ears, making her head throb, but Y/N kept a smile on her face as she wove through the throngs of drunk patrons, arms ladened with half empty mugs of ale. The bottom few inches of her deep green dress had already been soaked with spilled beverages and mud from the patron’s boots.

She despised working in a pub on nights like this but the pay was good and the owner had given her a room for free along with three hot meals a day so she couldn’t complain too much. “More ale!” A voice shouted from the crowd, prompting another deafening cheer. 

Slamming her wide hip into the kitchen door, it swung open and Y/N was able to escape the chaos. The sounds of celebration and overly drunk men dulled by the heavy wood but not completely blocked out, providing the dimly lit room with a calming white noise. The wooden cups slammed heavy against the bucket she dumped them in. “I swear they get more rowdy every night.” She muttered to herself.

Quickly, she set to scrubbing the mugs clean, well clean enough, it wasn’t like they would care. As she was elbow deep in soap and water, her mind wandered to the mysterious man that would enter the pub every Thursday night. He would not speak to anyone, simply sit in the furthest corner of the large room, smoking his pipe and drinking. He always wore a dark cloak over his face but once in a blue moon, Y/N would catch a glimpse of his chiseled jaw.

He had enchanted her without so much as saying a word. For hours everyday, she would dream about who he must’ve been. He was too tall to be a dwarf or a hobbit and too broad to be an elf. Yet she had seen no men like him before. She imagined he was a prince or a knight from a far off land, betrayed by his people and destined to wander the world on his own for the rest of his days.

She wondered what his voice sounded like, was it as deep and mysterious as himself? What colour were his eyes? She hoped they were brown, a deep bronze like the bark of the oldest trees in Middle Earth. Gods, what she wouldn’t give to even have his large hands graze her shoulders as he moved by her. 

The last of the mugs was hung up to dry. Y/N hauled the container of soapy water, that was now a deep brown, up on her hip, and strolled out of the building’s back door. The cool night air was a reprieve against her warm skin, blowing away the stress of the night. She hummed a soft tune as she tipped the bucket out over the small patch of wild flowers she had planted by the stables a few seasons ago.

There were only a couple horses housed in the small building that night, which meant she didn’t have to double check if they were all tied up. Y/N fitted the now empty bucket in the indent in the grass where it was usually placed. 

She turned but her movement was halted by a strong chest. She stumbled back, quickly losing her footing and a large, warm hand took her by the upper arm, keeping her in place. “Oh.” It was the man.

His hood was down and she was able to truly see his face. He was handsome, there was no doubt, with regal features that spoke of a powerful lineage. Dark hair was tied up out of his face, making his eyes shine brightly.

They were blue.

——————

The wood dug painfully into her hips but she could not bring herself to care. Her dress was hiked up over her backside, the soaked hem quickly wetting the middle of her back. Strong hands held her down against the table she was bent over, deep grunts in her ear. Her shoes had been knocked off her feet several minutes ago so now her bare toes dug into the mud as she struggled to take his brutal thrusts. 

He had not spoken a word, only having held her gently to him, a muscular arm winding easily around her thick waist as he smiled down at her.

Suddenly, she found herself in the near empty stable, his mouth on hers, their tongues tangled together in a lustful dance. His hands were everywhere at once, guiding her plump body to where he wanted her and evidently, that was with her ass angled up so he could plunge his thick cock deep within her.

His front pressed tightly to her back, their fingers intertwined on the table, his lips against her ear, occasionally pressing kisses to the lobe. Pleasure twisted in her gut, curling and tangling like a ribbon in the wind. His thrusts became a subtle roll of the hips, delaying her orgasm even for a few seconds.

Y/N let out a pitiful whine from deep in her chest as he pulled out, leaving her empty and clenching around nothing. He chuckled softly at the sight but did not tease. Gently, he spun her around and without even a hitch in his breath, lifted her onto the table and stepped between her large thighs. 

Green fabric pooled around her hips as he entered her again. Y/N’s head rolled back on her shoulders, struggling to breathe, he seemed even deeper this time. The tip of his manhood moving against something deep within her that made her vision swim and her mind go blank. It was too much and not enough all at once.

Fingers tangled in his surprisingly soft hair, loosening it from the simple braid it was in. Chapped lips descended onto her throat, biting and sucking the delicate skin, leaving huge marks that she would discover later. He easily drove her higher and higher, her quim fluttered around his length as she desperately gasped for air.

The man held her as close as he could, bringing her legs up to wrap around his thin waist, her ankles locking across his ass. Her moans were melodic, getting louder with each thrust. She was burning, the ember deep within her growing to a raging fire, consuming her being. He fuelled the flame and contained it, letting her burn brightly but not so much as to destroy herself.

She was pleading, begging for him as he hung off the edge of ecstasy, needing one more push to finally succumb. A calloused thumb easily fit against her swollen pearl, strumming it like a fine instrument, making her sing. When her orgasm finally crested, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Her body trembled in his embrace, clinging to him like he was an anchor in the storm of pleasure. Her stomach was pulled tight. Rolling her hips, she rode out the waves, grinding down on his cock. His teeth sunk into her pulse point, his breath shaky. 

Y/N cried out as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. His cock throbbed within her as his moans filled her ears. She cradled him to her neck, her nose against his temple, inhaling his manly scent, trying to memorise it. “Please.” She whispered. “Please.”

She shivered as he exploded within her, filling her womb with his warmth. The man’s hands slipped down to her full ass and yanked her forward, his softening cock keeping his seed inside her. 

They stayed like that for a while, tangled in each other, savouring the silence of the night. With one last, deep kiss, he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and cold. “Shhh.” He cooed and cupped her jaw in an attempt to sooth her as he pulled her dress back down and lifted her into his arms.

Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed her. Nuzzling her nose into his neck, Y/N relaxed in his hold. It was comforting, being held like this, like she was the most precious thing in the world. With only a couple strides, he brought her into the backroom, gently laying her on the small cot in the corner.

Eyes heavy with sleep, she allowed him to wrap his cloak around her. Laying a tender kiss to her forehead as she drifted to sleep, he finally spoke. “Im will tul- back an cin nin mel.”

——————

The spring had been kind this year, bringing pleasantly warm weather and fields of newly bloomed flowers. The world was healing after being infected with darkness for so long. Y/N smiled as the warm breeze washed over her.

The windows and doors of her small isolated cabin were thrown open to allow fresh air to blow through the homestead. A small blur ran past her and into the fields of wildflowers, giggling happily in the sunshine. She knew she should warn the child not to run far but she could not bring herself to dull his bright smile.

“Leryaro! Stay close to the house!” She got an affirmative squeal in reply as he danced through the flowers that were almost as tall as himself. He was so much like his father, with his dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to read her soul every time he looked at her. It had been years since the man at the pub and yet she thought of him each time she watched her boy.

“I hope I am not too late.”

Identical blue eyes looked pleadingly at her from her doorway. He looked exactly the same, just a little more tired, a little more worn down. Y/N grinned softly. “You’re just in time.”

Translations: Im will tul- back an cin nin mel - I will come back for you my love Leryaro - free man

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Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Throwback Thursday.  On this page, Throwback Thursday is about memories triggered by words.  So, if I was to say the word EDUCATION, what memory immediately come to mind?

I was a woeful student.  Struggled to concentrate.  I got one ‘A’ level, I think.  I can’t remember, it’s so bloody long ago!  I don’t have a degree because I didn’t go to university.  I don’t have any formal teaching training.  In short, I am a dunce.  An uneducated pleb.  Formal education missed me.

I was too busy with my nose in Black Echoes, Blues & Soul, Black Music & Jazz Review, Melody Maker, Sounds and New Musical Express.  Not really academic writing and the subjects weren’t always interesting (never meet your heroes) but, with every, grubby page I was absorbing information like a sponge.

So, the day I joined Black Echoes (1981), I knew about artists, studios, producers, guitarists, re-mixers, songwriters etc. and I was able to interview anyone about their life.  I was a nerd!  In a way, my own mad, self-taught education has got me most of my important jobs.

Prepping and teaching involves research and I love it.  I really enjoy acquiring and sharing knowledge.  Who’d a thunk it?  I appreciate education now.  The other day, I did an online course on Equality, Diversity & Inclusion, I did a 20-question multiple-choice test and I got 100%.  That felt good!  Education has come to me late in life.

So, on this Throwback Thursday, what memory does the word EDUCATION bring back?

Yesterday, as you know, there was quite persistent, cold rain.  Did the white boy still go out in his shorts?  Of course, he did!  Everyone in Harlesden just looked at me like I was mad.  (Not wrong, are they?)  I had to go to Blue Mountain to pick up some Noni Juice (Google it!) for The Trouble.  Much better for her than all that pharmaceutical poison!

Have a throbbing and thrusting Thursday (with hopefully a few thrills through your thoroughfare?)  I love you all.

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[ddemonseonghwa]

Daddy Issues [8:59 P.M.]

Changbin x Black! Female Reader

Day Eight: Romantic Gestures ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Rolling blunts for your lover is a romantic gesture and that’s a hill I will die on, thank you. ♥️

CW: Smut smut smut, big dick Binnie, size kink/difference (reader is shorter than Changbin), spanking.

TW: Mentions of abuse, weed.

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Daddy issues, Rin had daddy issues. And so did Seo Changbin.

“F-fuck, right there, daddy…!” She whined. Changbin chuckled and pulled her hair, pulling hard enough to make her head jerk back towards him. Rin whimpered as the pain of her hair being pulled stabbed her scalp in the most delicious way possible. He planted a hard smack on her ass cheeks as he continued thrusting, his dick penetrating deeper and deeper with every thrust. Rin gasped dramatically when she felt his hand plant hard on her ass. Out of a reflex, she slightly jerked, unintentionally pulling away from his grasp but Changbin caught it before she pulled away too much. His neediness wouldn’t let her pull away too far.

“Nah uh, princess, don’t run from me. Come here. You can take this dick, I know you can do it.” He huffed. He wrapped his arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock and pulling her back against his abs. From that angle, she could feel his dick pound much deeper as it stabbed her sweet spot. Rin nearly screamed as his dick pounded so deep, clenching on his dick to keep him close like he’d disappear at any moment.

“O-oh…! S-so deep, daddy…!” She moaned. Changbin gripped her hip as he continued to thrust. “You feel it so deep, don’t you, baby?” He asked, pounding his dick so deep it almost hurt. But knowing Rin, Changbin knew she loved it that way. “Y-yes…!” She shouted, her pussy clenching on him so hard. He planted another smack on her ass, feeling his dick throb violently. “Can I cum, daddy?” She begged, clenching around him to urge him to approve. And approve he did, because he caressed her hips before gripping them. “Cum for me, princess…. Show daddy how good you are.” He insisted, and before he could say anything else, she came around his dick, soaking it in cream just as he came deep inside of her.

He removed his arm from around her neck and carefully laid her down after he pulled out. He went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag, carefully wiping their cum from her pussy. She flinched from the sensitivity and watched him continue to clean her up. “Relax, princess. I’m just cleaning you up before we smoke.” He softly soothed, placing a soft kiss on her inner thighs.

“I thought Chan didn’t like us smoking in his apartment?” She asked as she watched him clean her up. “Chan literally gets high on his off days here, do you seriously think he cares?” He responded, tossing the rag into the bin. “True…. He must clean really well for his apartment to not smell like weed. I’m just surprised he’s letting us stay here for a week.”

“A week while we wait for the landlord to let us know we can move into the apartment we just got. She said most definitely Thursday we should be good.” He told her. He helped her slip into his black joggers and the undershirt she packed in her bag before he dressed himself. Then he started rolling up a blunt for them to smoke. “I’m still shocked we got it, but we definitely need it.” She mumbled, watching as he worked on their joint. When he was done, he passed it to her and even gave her the lighter. Rin flicked the lighter on before lighting the joint and taking a draft.

“Very much needed. I need to get the fuck out of that house.” Changbin said. Rin held it in before she blew out the smoke and reached over to wrap her arms around him from behind. “It’s almost over, Binnie.” She softly said. His hand reached up and caressed hers. “I’m so sick of him…. I’m so close to fighting back but I can’t get kicked out now. Not when we’re so close to getting this apartment. I know we can stay with Chan for this week leading up to our move in date but I don’t want to put more weight on Chan’s shoulders. And I know I can’t stay with you and your mom because your dad lives in the area and he fucking hates me. I don’t feel like putting up with his racist shit ass attitude towards me.”

She passed him the blunt and pressed her lips into his cheek, softly kissing his skin like it was fragile. “I’m so sorry, Binnie. Remember…. Landlord said we can most definitely move in on Thursday. We’re almost there.” She said. Changbin took a draft of the blunt and held it in before he blew the smoke out, making sure to keep it out her face. “I’m being as patient as I can, I’m just…. Tired of relying on makeup to hide it. I wanna be able to leave my house without having to put on makeup and panicking that someone will see the bruise underneath.” He sighed brokenly. “Binnie—“

“I’m not letting you fight him. I don’t care how much experience you have fighting bigger and taller men. I’m not putting you in that position.” He interrupted as he took another drag. “You’re not putting me in anything, Binnie. I’m defending you, I’m just sick of him putting his hands on you. I can take him down easily.” She argued. “I’ll be nice about it but I can’t promise I will be nice forever. If he puts another bruise on you, I just might kill that man.” She argued. Changbin went silent as he heard her speak.

“I’m sorry. That was dark.” She apologized as she took the blunt from him to have her drag. “It’s okay, I know you want to protect me. My little princess is a dangerous fighter.” He commented as he pulled her close and put a kiss on her forehead.

This wasn’t a lie, either. Rin was known for being the person that people shouldn’t fight. Not only because she was smart but because she was a lot stronger than her size suggested. She was a bit past 5 feet, but she was quite a dangerous fighter with a lengthy backstory in self-defense. It didn’t matter the size or gender, she was not the person one should fight. She’s even fought and won against people in the military. She was scared of no one and she was not afraid to fight his father, so long as his father stopped putting his hands on and harming Changbin.

“One more bruise or mark of some kind and I’m paying your father a visit.” She told him. Changbin chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “My princess, always so protective of me.” He chuckled. Rin took a drag of the blunt and smiled at Changbin. “I’m fiercely protective of the ones I love.” She commented. Changbin kissed her neck before pulling her closer. “Protective and loyal. One of the biggest reasons I love you. I give back to you in the best way, too.” He said to her. She smiled again, running her fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Oh, I know. You roll blunts for us to smoke, you clean me up first after we fuck, and you dress me when we’re done. You’re so sweet, Binnie. I love you.” Rin said, lacing her fingers into his hand. Changbin took a draft of the blunt and blushed as he kissed her lips. “You’re my everything. I love you, too, Rin.”

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Thursday Night Pins

My friends and I hit up the bar at the bowling alley from time to time. This time was no different. I showed up, soon followed by Taylor and Matt. After a bit of drinking and a game of bowling, Matt decided to head home for the night. I planned on just staying to finish my drink. The two or use ended up staying for a couple more drinks. She offers to let me crash at her place, being she lives just a few minutes away.

Before I know it, we're making out on her couch. She's on my lap, legs wrapped around me, and our shirts on the floor. I bite her neck as she brings on my bulging jeans. Her blonde hair flows over her perky tits and onto my chest. She kisses down my neck as her hands unbutton me. Her little fingers wrap firmly around me and pull me out. My head goes back as hers goes down. She holds me in her mouth while her tongue swirls my tip. Precum leaks the more she works me with her hand. She pulled off with a auctioning pop.

"I've never had anyone in my ass before." She says as she looks up with her steel blue eyes.

"Take those parts off, and we can do something about that." My hands run down her sides as she stands. I pull at her belt and yank her jeans down. "Aww. That's cute"

"Shut up." She smirks and hovers over my this. My tip presses against her ass as she lowers down. "Fuck"

"Need a hand?" I grab your hips and pull. I sink half in, and she gasps. Moans and deep breaths escape as she clenches around me.

"Shit," she mustards out as she sinks deeper. We lock our lips again as she takes a moment to adjust to me being in her. She then starts working her hips slowly. Her little hole grips and pulls on me.

"Fucking ride me like you mean it." My hands guide her up and down my length. She gaps and moans louder. Her little dick and balls flop onto my stomach the faster she bounces on me.

"God... I don't know how much longer I can keep going, " she pants. I can feel her legs shake as slows. I wrap my arm around her waist and lay her back on the floor. I take over, thrusting my full length deep in her.

"You're so fucking tight." My eyes look over her body as she's jolted by the force. My wraps around the base of her balls. Her hands squeeze and pull on her tits.

"I'm going to fucking cum." She gasps. I drive harder. Her hand jerks her little cock and ropes of cum land on our stomachs. "DADDY!"

I'm driven over the edge as her little hole squeezes even tighter from her climax. "Fuck baby." A few more thrusts and I burst deep in her. My cock throbs as I flood her with streams. I roll over and lay on the floor next to her. Both of us are panting as we look at each other.

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The ABCs of Nice Vaughn - "M"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

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Previous: L - location

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M - Movement

From Nick’s POV 

I’ve always loved how a slight movement can change everything. The movement of the sun makes the colors change.  You move your eyes to watch a girl running through the station. You move your feet to avoid tripping a woman. A slight movement of your arms to catch the same woman. Her arm slides down yours and that move just sets your blood pumping.  

Life is just a series of movements.  

But my favorite... my favorite has nothing to do with moving the world.  Well, maybe just mine.  

She always does it first thing in the morning.  Like it will make her more energetic for the day ahead.  I always sleep with her in my arms; I’d be a fool not to.  

It starts with a simple movement.  She turns over, her back no longer pressed to my chest, her bare body now pressed against my own nakedness. She is warm, like my own personal blanket. She presses little kisses against my neck and shoulders, her soft lips skimming my skin in slow, deliberate movements.  

Fuck, this woman is already driving me crazy, but I know better than to take over. I move a little, my cock twitching at the soft touches.  He’s almost at attention from her little movements and I can feel her smile against my neck because she knows. “Morning handsome,” she whispers in my ear.  

“Morning, beautiful.”  I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered closed as my touch and I could tell she was ready. She reaches down slowly, her fingertips grazing my skin, lighting a fire in my belly.  She takes a hold of my cock and pumps it slowly, her thumb moving over my tip, collecting the precome there. I moan at the sensation and pull her on top of me. “Baby, you gotta stop or I’m going to blow before you have your fun.”  

She giggles as she runs my tip through her fucking soaked pussy. “Just wanted to make you feel good.”  

“I always...” I’m cut off as she sinks down on me, down to the base of my cock in one swift motion.  We both moan at the sensation. After a moment she begins to move her hips, back and forth, letting me feel her warmth wrapped around me. Somedays, she lets me play with her tits.  Today is not one of those.  As I reach for them, she leans down and pins my arms down by my head.  

“No touching today,” she said, punctuating each word with a swivel of her hips. My cock is throbbing, and she does another hard swivel, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. She sits back up on me and starts to bounce on me, her magnificent breasts just itching for me to hold as they floated up and down.  

“Fuck, baby, please,” I begged. I needed to touch her, to feel her as her movements brought me closer to the edge.  

“I’m so close Nick, so fucking close,” she cried.  Like I couldn’t tell. She was strangling me and I needed to come as well.  But not before her. She kept going but finally she sobbed, “touch me.”  

One hand on her clit, one on her breast, tweaking those little nubs with harsh movements and she’s gone. Head tilted back, the look of ecstasy on her face, she cums around me and its euphoria. She falls forward and I catch her but then grab her hips and start moving them as I thrust forward.  My movements are rough and fast so I can get there and meet her in heaven.  

“God baby, this pussy is so tight and good. I can’t stop,” I moan in her ear.  I can feel her tighten again, and I punch up, once, twice and I feel her cumming again and it triggers me into dumping every single drop of my cum into her. I slow my movements, making sure everything stays in her and stop. The rise and fall of her chest on mine are the only movement I can feel.  

She lifts her head and gives me a shy smile. “I love that you let me wake you up however I want.” 

“I would be an idiot to stop you, love.  Ready to start the day?” 

“I am now.”  

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[happybird16]

i wonder how would levi would react when you sit on his lap and found out you’re not wearing undies under your skirt

Sorry this took so long, but happy Thirsty Thursday!

18+ MDNI, NSFW

Warnings: Cockwarming, Dom!Levi, featherplay

“F…fucking hold still. Ugh,” Levi says, his deep tone barely concealing a groan.

“C…can’t. Please move.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Coming in here without panties on. Pressing your soaked cunt to my thigh?”

“Levi…I…” You can feel his cock throb inside you at his name, the head pressed so far into you that its almost hard to breath.

“I have to finish this paperwork. You can have my cock, just like you wanted. Keep me nice and warm.”

He’s stretching you so tight, your walls spread perfectly wide against his throbbing flesh. Burying your head into his neck, you bite back a whine. The only sound in the room is the light scratching on pen on paper behind you.

You’re sitting in his lap, chest to chest, knees spread wide to straddle him. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails clawing into the perfectly ironed fabric in your strain.

It’s hard to hold still, to not flutter around the cock bobbing in your depths. Pressed so far into you that you can nearly taste it, stretching you so wide that it makes your head spin.

The soft scratching of pen on paper continues, slow and steady. On and on. On and on.

Levi’s gushing inside you, aching. You can feel, despite his demeanor. The flushed tip is throbbing nonstop against your walls, beading silvery drops of precum that you can practically feel.

The sensation makes you throb. Your clit has been burning, throbbing since before you set foot in his office. You needed him then and you need him even more now. Not still, tauntingly filling you and nothing more. No, mindlessly, ferociously filling you wish desperate thrusts, mind wild with an animalistic need to fill you with his seed.

The thought makes you flutter, despite your best efforts. Walls clamping down, squeezing the hot length in their soaked, gummy depths.

“S…stop fluttering,” Levi groans. One hand rises, nails biting into the fabric of your back.

In spite of his words, his hips jolt against yours. He does so thoughtlessly, helpless, if only for a mere moment, to the clench of your gummy depths.

Short jabbing rolling thrusts follow, even as the scratching of pen on paper begins again. Levi’s groaning soundlessly, the sound vibrating from his chest and into yours. Tiny, needy grunts that match the throb of his cock along your walls.

The tiny jabs are teasing, so slow and so far from the frenzied thrusting you want. What you need. Still they leave your mind whirling, stars leaking into your vision as your pussy leaks in turn.

One particularly hard jab rubs right against your spongy g-spot, making you choke, all of your air catching high in your throat. Mind already buzzing, whirling with a peak that seems far too distant. You whine against the starched white fabric at his back, clenching down hard.

“Fuck it.” With the words, you can here the scratching stop, the pen slam down on the hard wood desk behind you.

There’s a filthy, slick tacky sound as Levi lifts you right up off of his cock, arms flexing to easily plop you onto the hardwood desk. Right onto the paperwork he’d just been working on.

“You can explain to Erwin what happened to his precious progress reports,” he says.

Levi rises from his chair, a sight to behold. Still in full uniform, albeit a bit rumpled from you clawing nails. His pants just opened enough to pull his cock out for you. Now it’s flushed a deep pink, the head nearly purple. Oozing, gushing silvery fluid down the head and along the slide. Slick, shiny in the candlelight from being soaked with your juices.

His pants are a bit ruined. The once perfect white material now speckled with dark splotched of your slick. The same liquid no doubt ruining the paperwork beneath you.

That doesn’t matter now though. Finally, finally, Levi will fill you like you had initially wanted, wandering in here without anything beneath your skirt.

“Levi. Fuck me please,” you ask again, legs spread wide to show off you glistening, gushing pussy.

“Ah ah, you’re not getting what you want just yet,” Levi says, eyes dark as they bore into your own.

“What do you mean?” You can’t help the whine that comes out, making your voice higher than you’d expected.

“I still have to punish you for distracting me. For walking the halls with this pussy bare.” At his words, fingers slide along your cleft, spreading you wide for his gaze.

You can help but clench, something you know he can see. The sheer hunger, the lust in his eyes is all you’d wanted. That look on his face as he fills you up.

“Levi please! I need you!”

Fingers shift to lift the pen yet again, placed on the hardwood not far from your side. The long feathered end bends, sliding teasingly along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The feather so soft, nearly ticklish as it winds every so closer to your throbbing clit.

“I think this will work, just to start off.”

#thirsty Thursday #levi/reader #Levi Ackerman smut #Levi drabble #mydrabbles #asks #anons #levi ackerman #attack on titan

[babygirlproblems16]

Rough Day Part 1

It’s a Thursday afternoon and you have plans to go on a very romantic date with him. Your cell phone goes off with his ringtone and your heart does flips because you know he will almost be home. You read the text:

*Hopping on video games as soon as i get home. Go out with your friends or something. idc*

Your heart drops because you know he had a rough day and doesn’t want to talk about it. You turn on his PC in the bedroom, so it will already be on for when he gets home. You change out of your cute floral dress and heels because you know he doesn’t want to go on the date anymore.

10 minutes go by and he’s home. He walks in the front door, throws his stuff down and goes straight to his PC. As he’s about to sit down in his gaming chair, he sees something out the corner of his eye. You are laying on the bed, face down and ass up, in nothing but his gaming sweater he designed, touching yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing? I fucking told you to go out with your friends. I’ve had a rough day and don’t want to put up with your bullshit tonight”

You don’t answer you just open your legs wider to reveal there is a plug in and you are already soaked waiting for him to get home. He crawls onto the bed and towers over you, breathing in the intoxicating smell that always keeps him hooked on you, the frustration is gone but he’s not going to let you know that.

“Oh Sweet sweet Girl.. I’m going to devour you all night long and do whatever i please to you. You are going to wish you listened to me when i said go out with your friends. You will learn your lesson today.”

Shoves his entire throbbing length in your wet pussy with one thrust and starts massaging your clit instantly. You bite down on a pillow so that you don’t moan. You know you are just his toy tonight and he is going to use you however he pleases, whenever he pleases. The thought of him using you like that almost makes you finish before he’d really gotten a chance to start.

#corruption kink #curvy mature #submisive and breedable #bd/sm brat #sexy breast #breeding k1nk

[remersgf]

caught

pairings : dilf!damon albarn x fem reader

warnings : smut, a lil bit of perv!damon, voyeurism if you squint

a/n : ‘ve been a little lazy n down recently so sorry if this is coming a bit late :(( n sorry for the length of this fic.. blurb more like. lol. enjoy

requested by @emoxxgirl <3

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it was a quiet thursday night, and damon was all by himself. you were at work, and he found himself missing you extra this particular evening. knowing you wouldn’t be home until a few hours later pained him. it pained him a little bit more when he decided to distract himself with doing laundry, but nearly the whole load was of your clothes. your panties and your skimpy night gowns.

damon eyed a flimsy, dark red thong that you had worn a couple nights earlier; a thong you had worn while giving damon the most mind-blowing handjob he’d ever received in life.

flashbacks flooded his mind, while blood rushed down to his dick.

she won’t be home for a while. it’ll be fine. i’ll be quick.

he contemplated for a moment, how embarrassing would it be if you were to walk in on him pleasuring himself? yet, on the other hand, the idea of you catching him made him even harder.

abandoning the pile of laundry he began working on, damon balled up the thong in his fist and made a beeline to the bedroom.

the position he ended up in was almost pornographic.

he was sprawled across the bed; his right hand gripping the soft sheets under him while his left pumped up and down his shaft. his thighs twitched as he tried to mimic what you did to him the night you wore the gorgeous piece of fabric, which was now rested on his t-shirt clad chest. grunts escaped his lips as he thrusted into his fist.

when damon decided that he was being too loud, he shoved the panties in his mouth, biting down and whimpering even more.

he was too focused on the insane pleasure he was bringing to himself that he didn’t hear you come in.

-

sighing, you slid off your shoes and wandered about your house you shared with your lover, searching for him. it had been a long day and you simply couldn’t pay any mind to the boring paperwork that covered your desk. you figured that you might as well head home, and you were oh so glad you did.

“mph- oh, god-“

your hand was about to open the door to the bedroom when you froze in place. did you just hear what you think you heard? a pool of wetness soaked the cotton panties you were wearing as more muffled whimpers emerged. you opened the door and were greeted with a disheveled damon masturbating with your panties wedged in his teeth.

you stood in the doorframe for a few moments in awe, damon not noticing you due to his eyes being clenched shut. it definitely didn’t help the gentle throbbing of your clit.

“..love?” you spoke softly, worried you might scare him.

“f-FUCK!”

as soon as you made eye contact, he came. everywhere. the panties slipped out his mouth as his mouth went agape, throaty moans escaping him.

he lay there panting, still keeping the eye contact with you, as you stood there shocked (and extremely aroused). damon couldn’t care anymore. he wasn’t ashamed, he wasn’t embarrassed. all he wanted was you.

“c’mere, darling..”

#damon albarn #damon albarn smut #damon albarn x reader #blur band #smut blurb

[plantfeed]

location: fanny's open mic night. status: closed for ella<;3 @laughstrack

they detest the performativity of open mic nights, where graduates in berets stand shoulder-to-shoulder with chin-stroking lecturers as they contemplate whether a nectarine can ever be a metaphor for a vulva. rory’s therapist says it’s ‘ good to put yourself out there ’ — probably in the secret hope that by becoming someone else’s problem, they’ll no longer have to deal with him, crying, hysterical, cross-legged on the roof of the triage centre in scrubs still covered in blood. they were supposed to end up in music, an electronic music EP out by now and a small but dedicated following on soundcloud. somewhere along the way they’d lost their path, ended up slaving away at bad track records to pay their way through a med school degree they're not sure they even want, selling vinyls that cost more than their daily pay to people who don't even understand chord progressions. thursdays are their day off. they get most of friday to recover from the mid-week, before the sound tech shift into the early hours of saturday morning begins, and then back to the MGH. so wednesday-night open mic becomes the melting pot where each week rory cuts a strip along his arm, bleeds out a poem, a song, a refrain written on his guitar, more often than not a haiku, the long hours mopping up other people’s guts watered down into a rhyming couplet about a climate change.          “ hi. me again, ”  comes their uneasy start, the self-conscious wave of his hand a half-apology for being there as rory takes to the stage, the mic unsteady in their grip.  “ uh, rory. for those of you who don’t know me… okay, this is a little different to my usual stuff, but i’m just gonna go for it… it’s a narrative poem i’ve been working on. it’s called winter with nilsen. ”  clearing their throat, they pull a scrappy lined piece of paper from the pocket of their corduroys and take a swig of liquid luck from the rim of a beer bottle, sticky resin where the label once stuck.  “ november, our bodies tight like toothpicks in a cigarette tin / you press your thumb against the hollow of my throat and i, losing my breath, losing my mind, disintegrate. i still hate the taste of praline — you told me once they made you think of dad, louisiana, a stranger in a pig pen who gave you tooth decay — it stuck like gum. longer than you did, at any rate. i reach for you / in dreams and grip the air, the lilac taste of… ” eyes snap up from the page, a prick at the back of their neck, and they lose their place on the page. there, by the jukebox, beside a journo grad in a gaudy bucket hat ; freya. rory swallows a gulp, averts his gaze, presses on.  “ the lilac taste of… ”  an attempt at continuing as if nothing’s happened disperses on rory’s tongue, a sudden claggy feeling, like all of the blood’s been sucked up into his ears.  “ sorry, i’m not… i don’t usually get stage fright. but it needs more workshopping. cynthia, do you wanna take over ? ”   it’s posed as a question, but really it’s a cry for help, thrusting the mic into the general direction of the open-mic emcee as they stumble down from the steps and out of the fire escape door to the smoking area, heartbeat throbbing like a metronome.

#pls dnt match length this was written in my unhinged indie days #in fact the shorter the better so we can speed run reunion. #rory & freya. #rory & freya 001. #⥂ rory bergström. ╱ threads.