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  • silverdelirium
    27.11.2021 - 4 minutes ago
    #roomate!remus #remus lupin smut #dani’s 4k college party
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  • seyawrld
    27.11.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    NSFW — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

    kaldur’ahm x reader — part one. (i haven’t come up with a title yet)

    —BUSINESSMAN!KALDUR inherits his father’s company after he retires and quickly starts getting rid of wastes of resources. you hear about him being absolutely ruthless and firing several people from all the other branches. so naturally, you and your coworkers are terrified of meeting him. but being the head of human resources, you’re especially nervous since you’ll be sitting down with him as soon as he gets there.

    businessman!kaldur in his crisp black suit, strolls into your branch with his financial advisors and investment bankers. you’re surprised none of your friends at the other branches mentioned he was so attractive, his blonde hair a beautiful contrast to his brown skin. but you couldn’t let that phase you; not when your job could be on the line. as soon as he steps into your office you try not to let his obvious confidence make you nervous.

    “no, i don’t know of any waste in any department…” you answer when one of the investment bankers asks, an unamused look on your face. you’d promised the rest of your coworkers you’d try your best to keep anyone from being let go and the fact that you’d have a mountain of paperwork to do if someone did, was simply another reason to make sure it didn’t happen.

    businessman!kaldur is not pleased with your answer or your obvious dislike for him. he does his best not to roll his eyes and simply looks towards his bankers and advisors.

    “i don’t care if you look in the kitchen cabinets, get rid of anything or anyone we aren’t in need of.” he delegates and you refuse to admit to even yourself that it put your stomach in knots.

    “i just said–”

    “i know what you said, and since you seem incapable of being unbiased, we will do what needs to be done.” and with that he was getting up, brushing down his suit and heading out of your office.

    of course, this was only the first of many sour encounters with him and it seemed to only get worse from there. you couldn’t keep a few of your coworkers from getting fired which only fueled your resentment for him. and since he was in search of a new branch manager, you had to face him everyday.

    “he’s totally fuckable though,” cindy, the customer service rep sighed dreamily as she watched him through the glass in the kitchen door. “like—i bet he’s mean in bed…”

    “get your head outta the clouds cin,” you shook your head in disappointment. “he’s corporate—and corporate is enemy.”

    “but aren’t you basically corporate too–”

    you smack your lips and get up from the table to top off your cup of coffee. “you know what i mean, and if he’s anything in bed like he is at work that would be enjoyable for no one.”

    before cindy could reply with something that would only upset you further, the door swung open and in walked kaldur’ahm. you didn’t bother looking at him as you poured the pot of coffee into your large cup. you could tell he was standing behind you, waiting to fill his own mug with the hot beverage. he watched however, as you emptied the liquid in the pot before turning to look at him.

    “looks like i kicked it,” you shrugged with indifference as you slid the pot back into it’s place on the counter. knowing he expected you to fill it with more coffee, you turned on your heels and sauntered back towards your office.

    kaldur’ahm observed you with his usual blank expression until you disappeared around the corner. cindy had slipped out of the room as soon as he had stepped in, leaving him alone in the kitchen. with a deep sigh, he made to refill the pot on his own, still thinking about the only person who’s managed to keep their distance from him and not be a kiss ass. to your dismay, it wouldn’t be until you were heading home at 5 o’clock that he would decide to address it.

    just as you were making your way to the exit, he called for you, standing outside the manager’s office with an unreadable face and his arms crossed over his chest. you tightened your hold on your bag and bit your tongue to keep from voicing your displeasure. all you wanted to do was go home, get started on dinner and enjoy a relaxing evening in before having to head into work again the next morning.

    “sir?” you raised an eyebrow, growing more impatient as the rest of your coworkers brushed past you.

    “i’d like to speak to you before you leave…” with that, he stepped back into the office, expecting you to follow him.

    suddenly filled with hesitation and unease, you knew there was only one thing he could possibly want to talk about. you were going to get fired and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

    part two.

    note : this was actually supposed to be a oneshot but it went on longer than i expected it to and here we are—at the start of a (hopefully) two part fic:) highkey i got the inspo from idris elba’s character on the office , cause i would let charles miner have his way with me i’m not ashamed to admit it:/

    ©️seyawrld 2021 | all rights reserved , please do not copy , promote , or modify my work on any other platform<3

    #kaldur’ahm #kaldur’ahm x reader #kaldur’ahm x black reader #kaldur#kaldur smut#kaldur’ahm smut#young justice #young justice x reader #young justice x black reader #young justice smut #dc x reader #dc x black reader #—fics^*!
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  • iibonniee
    27.11.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    Currently writing the next part to "Public Adventures". Who do you think is going to make the next move?

    Let me know I'm curious.

    #minhyuk x reader #minhyuk imagines#minhyuk smut #shownu x reader #shownu imagines#shownu smut #jooheon x reader #jooheon imagines#jooheon smut #hyungwon x reader #hyungwon imagines#hyungwon smut #changkyun x reader #changkyun imagines#changkyun smut #kihyun x reader #kihyun imagines#kihyun smut #monsta x imagines #monsta x series #monsta x x reader #monsta x smut
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  • lemonlordleah
    27.11.2021 - 7 minutes ago
    #i do love cock warming #but only with distractions #and a super needy bottom #Shouta Aizawa smut
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  • amaranthbb
    27.11.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    Hang Up - DWT + GNF

    a/n: remember when everyone was big on discord sex like... four months ago? i just finished writing it now

    minors dni

    word count: 4.4k

    tags: porn lol, phone sex, discord sex, exhibitionism, edging, degredation, objectification, choking, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, mentions of oral sex, riding, back shots, cum play, dom!george, dom!dream, george is a mean dom, second person pov, established relationship (reader/dream)

    summary: F!Reader is sick of waiting for her boyfriend to get off discord, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. His best friend thinks it's time she learned to be more patient.

    "Dreeeeam," you whine, hopping off your boyfriend's bed and skipping over to his computer where he'd been on a call for nearly three hours now.

    "I know, baby." He shoots you an apologetic look. "Just give me a couple more minutes."

    You roll your eyes. He'd said that half an hour ago too.

    Of course, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him- it was no secret Dream spent most hours of the day on call with his best friend- but you were bored. Well, maybe bored isn't the right word for it.

    To put it bluntly, you were horny. Dream had sent you photos of his morning gym session while you were out, the slight sheen of sweat accentuating his muscles in the mirror. His shorts had been hiked up to show off his thighs, and his half-hard bulge under the fabric had you drooling in your car, ready to pounce the second you arrived home. Unfortunately for you, he had already gotten lost in a discord call by the time you got back. What a tease.

    You slide in between Dream and his monitor, bending over in your tiny skirt to show off to him in a way George hopefully doesn't notice as you lean into the mic.

    "George I swear to God if you don't let my boyfriend off Discord I'm just going to fuck him in front of you."

    The boys laugh. George makes a face, pretending to gag on the screen in front of you, then says something only Dream can hear. You glance between Dream and the screen, feeling left out, curiosity on your features.

    "I'm gonna unplug so she can hear you." Dream warns, switching his audio to come out of the speakers. George nods.

    "Hi Georgie," you greet.

    "Hello," he smiles, giving you a small wave.

    Dream pulls you from where you stand onto his lap, allowing you to guide him into a brief kiss.

    "Oh my god, ew," George laughs. "Are you actually going to do that on call?"

    You laugh alongside him, giving an exaggerated shrug before kissing your boyfriend again, peppering tiny pecks across his jaw.

    "Can you at least hang up first?" George whines.

    "I don't see you hanging up," you tease, "you know you can leave too, Gogy."

    "I- well I- I was-" George flusters, turning pink as he scrambles to explain.

    "Give him a break," Dream chuckles. "The UK is still in lockdown, George probably hasn't gotten any since March."

    The Brit turns impossibly redder, looking around as if to try and find a place to hide, settling on ducking just out of frame.

    "Why would you say that, Dream?" comes from the speaker, hardly above a whisper.

    Dream laughs harder, nearly wheezing at George's embarrassment. You can't help but giggle too at the small arc of his black t-shirt where he hasn't quite dipped low enough to not be visible.

    "You're telling me that, given the opportunity, you wouldn't want to see a beautiful woman like this getting absolutely destroyed right now?" Dream prods. It's lighthearted, it's banter, but the suggestion still makes your breath quicken.

    "I didn't say that." George mumbles, barely audible.

    "No? Then what did you say?" Dream asks. His tone has shifted, just barely. Enough for you to take notice. You wonder if George has noticed too.

    The brunet straightens back into frame on the screen, hair newly messed and headphones wonky. He ponders for a second while straightening them and pushing his hair back, then speaks with a new confidence, conviction in his words.

    "I'm saying if your girlfriend wants to put on a show you should let her."

    An immediate look of worry and regret crosses his face after the words tumble out, waiting for our reaction. For some, those words would be enough to ruin a friendship. Fortunately for George, Dream chuckles, low, something darker lacing his laughter this time. You turn to him, wide eyed, as his gaze meets yours. He flicks his eyes up and down your body, a new feeling of exposure already making you squirm in his lap.

    His hand falls to your thigh, sliding up the exposed skin, heating everything he touches, burning desire into your skin.

    "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, pupils so dilated they nearly swallow the green of his eyes completely.

    You nod, letting your legs fall open in his lap. "Yeah," slips from your lips, hardly more than a breath.

    With that consent given, Dream grabs your jaw, turning you back to face the screen. He pulls you back roughly, pressing you against his chest as his other hand continues trailing up and down your thigh.

    George looks stunned.

    "Go on, George." Your boyfriend encourages. "Tell her what you want her to do. She'll listen. Isn't that right, baby?"

    Your face flushes with shameful desire. Shyly, you nod, not able to bring your eyes up to meet the man on the screen. Dream knows that you'll do anything he tells you to in this state, and that's embarrassing, but God is it hot. The fact that he can give George this permission too, knowing how willing you are to be used, turned into a fucktoy for both of them…

    You shiver at the thought.

    "Um. Okay." George takes a breath, steadying himself while he decides what to ask. "Do you want to, like, lift your shirt?"

    He still sounds somewhat uncertain, as if he's not entirely convinced this won't get him in trouble with your boyfriend. Honestly you aren't quite sure yourself. This isn't exactly something you've done before.

    Tentatively, you fiddle with the hem of the fabric, slowly raising it up over your body. Dream doesn’t stop you, so you continue. George's eyes widen as they fall to your chest, sucking in a small gasp as he catches sight of the lace underneath.

    "You actually did it," he says in awe, still not taking his eyes off your cleavage.

    Dream laughs. "I told you she would."

    The words make you feel all the more exposed, double the usual number of eyes on you as you pull the shirt off fully, discarding it to the floor.

    "Can I see more?" George asks, enthusiasm growing audible in his voice.

    "More?" You giggle with an eyebrow raise.

    "You're going to have to be more direct than that, George." Dream teases.

    "Fine." The flush on his cheeks betrays the confidence in his voice, but he speaks firmly. "Take your bra off."

    Saving you the struggle of undoing the garment behind your back, Dream leans backward, fingers working deftly to unclasp your bra. Once unhooked, the straps slide down your shoulders. George pulls in air through his teeth, watching intently as the lingerie descends, slowly revealing your chest.

    You let the bra fall to the floor with your shirt, breasts now fully exposed to the camera. Gently, you push them together, then let them fall as George stares on. Sliding a hand along the curve, you find your nipple, pinching it softly between your fingers with a gasp and teasing it to a point.

    Dream's hands return to your thigh with more pressure, sliding along the skin to the hem of your skirt, but never slipping under as you continue to play with your chest, deliberately showing off for his best friend. The feather-light touch of your own fingertips under two pairs of eyes is enough to begin pooling arousal between your thighs, urging you to shift forward in your seat, pressing toward your partner's hand.

    "Please." You breathe, subtly rocking in his lap.

    "Please what, baby?" Dream says against your neck. You don't even have to look to know that he's smiling, cocky in your readiness. "Tell us what you want."

    "Touch me," you say, as if you're the one in control.

    Dream hums. "What do you think, George?"

    "I think she needs to learn how to wait." George's voice echoes firmly through the call. "Couldn't even hold off for you to finish our conversation."

    "Maybe if you didn't keep him on the computer all day," you huff, rolling your eyes with only the tiniest remnant of quickly fading annoyance.

    George's eyebrows raise. "You let her talk back like that, Dream?"

    "No," your boyfriend drawls lazily, not needing to be strict to send an arousing jolt of fear down your spine, "I don't."

    You glance over your shoulder, already knowing you're in trouble. Dream's hand snakes up your torso, a shiver chasing it as it comes to wrap around your throat. You gasp, hands flying to the arms of the chair as your partner pulls you close.

    "I'm sorry," you whimper. It's pathetic, really, how quickly you give in; but you can't help it when his wide hands circle your neck, thighs shifting under where you sit on his lap.

    "Don't apologize to me, baby; apologize to George." He says, nodding to the screen.

    You follow the gesture to George's quirked brow and awaiting smile. "I'm sorry, George."

    George only laughs, fake and patronizing, at your attempted reconciliation.

    "You will be."

    The threat pulls a whimper from your throat, radiating through your body with a shiver and pooling arousal between your legs. He's halfway across the world and yet the warning feels so very real.

    "Take off your panties." George commands, all hesitation now stripped away as he stares you down through the lens. Ashamed, you duck your head, mumbling your response.

    "I'm not wearing any."

    "What was that?" He leans forward despite your voice coming through headphones. "I didn't hear you."

    "I'm not wearing any," you repeat louder, face burning. It's incredible how quickly the tables have turned, your earlier teasing of him falling away to submission as he takes control with ease. On the screen, his head rolls back with a breathy groan.

    "Of course you aren't. Is she always like this, Dream?"

    "Mm-hm." Your boyfriend says, sounding content behind your shoulder. "You should see what she wears around the house, just waiting to be bent over and fucked."

    "Really?" George says, eyes widening as he scans over your tiny skirt topless torso, imagining what more you could possibly show off.

    "I'm sure she'd do the same for you and Sapnap once you're here, poor girl's fucking insatiable."

    You let out a whimper, rocking in Dream's lap, pulling the men's attention snaps back to you.

    "Are you wet right now?" George asks. Somehow it feels like he's talking down to you from the screen. "Does hearing us talk about using you like that turn you on?"

    "Yes, sir," you mumble, dropping your eyes to the keyboard.

    As if to confirm your answer, Dream stripes two fingers under your skirt, collecting wetness on his fingers. You moan at the first contact, though it's barely a stroke, bucking your hips up for more as he holds the glossy digits up to the camera for George to admire.

    “So needy,” George breathes at the sight. “Go ahead and touch her, Dream.”

    Dream takes his time sliding under your skirt; but he finds your clit quickly, drawing slow circles between your spread legs. The contact is a relief, and you allow yourself to collapse back against his chest with a sigh of pleasure.

    "Fuck, George."

    "That's it baby, put on a show for him," Dream mumbles against your neck, before replacing his warm breath with his tongue, licking the skin at the junction of your shoulder.

    You allow yourself to melt into his touch, relishing in the contact after hours of craving. The thrill of being watched only heightening your senses to every stroke of long fingers and nip of teeth at your neck. It’s indecent and embarrassing; but so enthralling, sending a buzz through your displayed chest.

    Dream’s fingers move with practiced motions between your legs, and it's not long until the familiar burn begins low in your stomach, demanding more. Without you saying a word, he obliges, picking up his speed on your clit, working you closer and closer to release. Your hips buck against his hand chasing the friction. Mere seconds away from finishing, he pulls his hand away completely, leaving you thrusting against air, mewling desperately.

    "Dream! I- What- No- Don't stop!" The jumble of words tumbles from your lips as you chase friction you don't find, being slowly pulled back from the edge.

    "You heard George." He says. "You need to learn to be patient. Ready to go again?"

    His hand hovers over your center, awaiting your response.

    You let out a dejected groan, but nod, allowing him to bring his hand back to your swollen clit, circling the sensitive bud with slick covered fingers. Once again, he starts slow, teasing, making sure not to give you enough to tip over the edge.

    Dream flips your skirt up, bunching the fabric where your hips meet your thighs, fully exposing you to the camera. There's something thrilling in the exposure of being bare to the camera, dripping wet and spread wide that only fuels the pressure redeveloping between your legs.

    He moves his hand faster, bringing you to the edge with practiced motions. Your whimpers become moans as you grow closer and closer, hopeful that they will think you've learned your lesson and allow you relief.

    "Can I- mm- can I finish now?" You ask between gasps as the build threatens to crest over again.

    "It's not up to me, baby, it's up to George." Dream reminds you, fingers slowing just enough to delay you.

    In a silent plea, you meet brown eyes on the screen.

    "Ask nicely and I'll consider it." The brit says, staring you down in a mixture of condescension and arousal.

    "Please, George?"

    He doesn't consider it. Smile pulling his lips upward, he looks almost excited to respond simply, "no."

    At George's word, Dream's hand lifts from between your legs, leaving you swollen and dripping in his lap again. A noise of protest rises up in your body as you squirm, which the two men seem only amused by. This cruelty shouldn't be as enjoyable as it is.

    Behind you, Dream tugs his pants down, pulling you back until his cock rests between your ass and his stomach. As you come down, you press back against him. His fingers find your clit again, and your hips roll to meet the circles he draws there. He's good with his hands, of course, and it feels amazing, but…

    If you had just wanted fingers between your legs you could've taken care of things yourself.

    You didn't interrupt him just to be touched, you came to get fucked, to be bent over his desk and pounded until you forgot your own name. You need him. So you move. You lift in his lap, sliding up, rocking as he toys with your clit, all in an attempt to get him inside.

    Behind you, Dream makes a noise of disapproval. "So desperate. What do you say when you want something?”

    “Please?” You moan pathetically.

    “Please what?”

    “Please, sir, I need it. I need you to fuck me."

    He exhales a laugh, but moves his hands to your hips, guiding you upward just enough to line up with your entrance, collecting your slick on the tip before guiding you downward, pressing inside and stretching you out.

    George makes a choked sound as he watches you sink down on Dream's cock. Your head rolls back as you adapt to the stretch, taking him fully. The taller man’s hands leave your hips, allowing you to set the pace and begin moving, riding him in front of the camera.

    "Fuck, Dream." You whine as you lift up, before dropping back down, allowing him to fill you completely. It isn't long before you've set a rapid pace, bouncing on your partner's lap in a desperate chase.

    Under the camera George shifts in his seat, fidgeting as if to try and ignore his own arousal under the desk. It almost makes you proud, knowing you’ve turned both men on with such ease; that a man four thousand miles away is hard just from watching you.

    "Go ahead, George, touch yourself," Dream encourages, as if having read your thoughts, "I'm sure she'd love to see it."

    You nod eagerly, all but drooling at the thought. There are few things you’d like to see more than George’s pretty pink dick, hearing his moans as he jerks himself off to you on video call. The brunet’s face flushes a deep crimson, but he reaches a hand under his desk before grabbing his camera with the other, tilting it down just enough to give you the view of him pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants. You lick your lips, leaning in toward the camera as you continue to rock on Dream’s lap. Fully hard, George pulls himself from his trousers. Opening his mouth slightly, he lets saliva cascade from his pink lips, falling over the equally flushed head of his cock and into his palm.

    Behind you, Dream coos in support. "Look how hard you made him, baby. Such a good fucktoy for us."

    George makes a noise of agreement, sliding his hand down with a shudder of pleasure. He reclines back in his seat, lazily stroking himself as he watches you.

    "God, George, she's so fucking tight.” Dream groans, head falling back against the chair. “Such a perfect little toy for me."

    At his words, your knees come together, hiding you from the exposure as it burns into your cheeks. Between clenched legs, you can feel yourself dripping down the base of Dream’s cock as it rocks into you. Dream’s hands slide to your thighs, digging into the skin and pulling them back apart in his lap, giving George a full view of you split open on his cock, watching it disappear inside you with every fall of your hips.

    "Dream…" you warn, building closer and closer as you bounce in his lap.

    "Yeah?" His mouth finds your neck again, nibbling and sucking at the skin, surely leaving a mark that will be sent to George in photos as a reminder.

    Dream's fingers move faster against your clit, thrusting his hips up to meet yours as the burning grows stronger, threatening to overflow.

    "Please, sir, can I cum?" Tears prick the corners of your eyes.

    "What do you think, George? Should I let her?"

    You try to force your gaze to the screen while your eyes are rolling back in your head, the feeling of Dream's palms gripping your hips, bouncing you on his cock stripping away every thought beyond chasing release. You catch George's wide, dark eyes with yours just in time to see him shake his head. Bastard.

    Dream pulls you off his dick, and, as if it will do anything to bring you release, you press your thighs together, crying out in need. You chase any friction you can get, but find none, trapped on the edge once again. Hot tears pool in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over as the pressure fades into uncomfortable arousal for the fourth time, leaving you stuck squirming in the air.

    "Aw, are you crying?" George coos through the speakers, before switching to a patronizing deadpan. "That's cute."

    Dream chuckles behind you, lowering you down to sit on his lap again. He taps his cock against your oversensitive clit a few times, pleasure nearly tipping over into pain, before sliding it back inside.

    You let out a pitiful whine as he starts slowly rocking into you again.

    "You can take it, baby. I know you can." Dream murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Tell me if you need us to stop, okay?"

    George's expression goes soft as he nods in agreement.

    "Don't stop." You plead, tears rolling over your cheeks. "Please, God, don't fucking stop."

    Dream groans, fingertips digging into your hips as he thrusts his own into you, bouncing you on his lap. It's a small relief he's doing the work because your legs have turned to jelly, barely able to hold up your own weight as pleasure takes over.

    Your head is clouded with need, barely able to think beyond the feeling of Dream inside you and George on the screen in front of you. It's overwhelming and not enough all at the same time, the way his hips snap up against yours, cock dragging against your swollen walls. He's going so fast and he feels so good and it's nearly unbearable how badly you need this release so you let the tears cascade down your face, begging George like it's the only thing you know how to do.

    "Please, George. Please, please, please," you sob, desperation overpowering any remaining shred of embarrassment, "I've been good, sir. Please let me cum."

    "Have you learned your lesson about interrupting?"

    "Yes! Yes, I promise, George. Please, I need it so bad."

    "Fuck," he groans, fist tightening around the head of his cock as he fucks into his palm. "Cum for me."

    You nearly sob again, this time out of relief as, for once, Dream's hand doesn't slow on your clit, finally pulling you to release, tipping you over the edge. Your vision goes white under his touch, and you nearly collapse as you clench around him, held up only by his grip.

    In the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm you can just barely hear Dream's soft voice coaxing you through it, and a faint English voice curse, commenting on how good you look like this, losing all control to the final gratification, overwhelmed by the feeling after waiting so long.

    Eventually, the tightness subsides, and feeling slowly makes its way back into your limbs. After a moment to allow you to return to earth, your boyfriend is the first to speak, compassion pillowing his words.

    "Can you keep going for us, baby?"

    "Mm-hm. Just give me a minute." You nod loosely, still limp in his arms. Static melts from your brain as you catch your breath, Dream’s gentle circles on your skin drawing you back to focus. "Okay."

    Your partner's hands on your hips guide you to stand on still-shaky legs, bending you over his desk. Instinctively, you arch back, already feeling the need to be filled again. Dream slides in slowly as George watches, listening to you moan as he fills you, waiting for your cue to go further.

    You've spent more than enough time waiting today.

    "Dream," you whine, pressing back against him. He exhales a laugh, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder, before grabbing your hips and roughly slamming into you, setting a rapid pace already.

    It's overwhelming, the feeling of his cock dragging against your cumsoft walls, pressing deep inside of you with every snap of his hips. Your head drops toward the table as he thrusts, barely able to hold yourself up.

    "Aw," George coos in that same taunting fake empathy. "Poor baby's all fucked out, Dream. I don't think she can take much more."

    "Georgie thinks you can't handle it, baby," Dream repeats, knowing you well enough to know George's taunts only register as a challenge.

    "Mm-mm," you shake your head loosely. "More."

    "You want more?" Dream echoes, pulling you up by the throat to face the screen. "Tell George what you want."

    "Mm-" you moan at the new pressure on your neck. "I want him in my mouth."

    "Yeah?" George breaths, stroking himself faster.

    "Mm-hm. I want you to fuck my throat, George. Want you to pull my hair and make me gag on your cock."

    "Fuck, you like it rough, don't you?"

    "Yes, sir."

    As if on cue, Dream's hips speed up, pounding into you. The sound of his skin smacking against yours is shameless, echoing into the mic and around the room. George's jaw has gone slack as he matches Dream's pace, reciprocating with his own symphony of noises.

    You squeeze yourself tight around your partner as his hips hit a familiar stutter. The blond moans louder, fucking you deeper, faster as he chases release. You can tell he's getting close like this, thrusts erratic with a bruising grip on your thighs. If you were feeling brattier, perhaps you'd tell him to wait, just as revenge; but you're too far gone for that, barely holding on as you allow him to take everything he wants.

    "Please, sir, cum for me," you whine, unsure if you're talking to George or Dream or some combination of the two.

    Your boyfriend's hips slam into yours twice more, before he's burying himself in you, groaning as he lets go. You whimper as cock jerks against your cum-sensitive walls, fingers digging into your thighs, holding you in place as he fills you completely. Slowly his grip loosens with a sigh, freeing you to straighten up as Dream slips out of you.

    "Did he just finish inside you?" George says, in awe, hand faltering to a stop.

    "Mm-hm," you nod, still fucked out and dazed, "wanna see?"

    "Yeah- shit, yeah. Show me." His wrist tugs upward again.

    Guided by Dream, you settle back into his gaming chair, hooking your legs over the arm rests. Reaching down with two fingers, you spread yourself for the camera. George watches intently as Dream's cum drips out of you, swearing as he chases release for himself.

    It's not long before his own cock is twitching in his grip, coating his hand in white while his eyes flutter shut. George's head falls back onto the headrest, nearly knocking his headphones off as he moans into the empty bedroom of his apartment, the sound spilling from flushed and parted lips.

    You watch intently as he comes down, grabbing a tissue and wiping himself off before collapsing back into his chair, breathless.

    "Well that was…" George starts, then pauses, "...interesting."

    "I told you bro, she's fucking insatiable," Dream laughs as you blush.

    "It was definitely intense" you add on, nodding lazily as Dream passes you a towel.

    "Oh, sweetheart," your partner says, tucking you under his arm. "If you thought that was intense, just wait until he gets to Florida."

    #dream smut#dreamwastaken smut#georgenotfound smut #georgenotfound x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #gnf smut #gnf x reader #dnf x reader #dreamnotfound x reader
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  • apatheticdoll
    27.11.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    Madara Uchiha NSFW Alphabet

    I'm a little more confident with the characterisation in this alphabet! However, I probably should mention that it was written with the assumption of it taking place with warring states era Madara but if you want to imagine it being wrinkly Madara, you do you.

    No warnings for this one but I'm really sorry for taking so long with writing it, a combination of work and anxiety has kept me quite busy. Plus, with Buzzfeed Unsolved ending, I decided to binge watch all the old videos and Q+A's which took me longer than I was expecting.

    A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) He...could be better. He has a bad habit of assuming that since he is capable of finishing a intense session of sex just to spar with Izuna straight afterwards, that everyone else is the same.

    If you are the type of person who wants to cuddle and have some non-sexual intimacy, he doesn't really understand why but he can persuaded into it. After a handful of times, even if he doesn't need it, he can admit that it is kind of nice to relax with you in his arms and will likely start doing it without being asked.

    B = Body Part (their favourite body part on themselves and on their partner) His hair. Not the appearance of it, especially since he isn't the best at remembering to brush it but rather that it's a testament to his strength. Long hair is like some sort of taunt or invitation for a enemy to grab it, it's dangerous but nobody has managed to grasp Madara Uchiha's hair and he refuses to cut it until that happens.

    He loves your eyes and how expressive they are, unsurprisingly eye contact is important to him and he couldn't help but fall in love with you more each time he got to see the way they twinkle when you are feeling mischievous or how they darken in concentration when you are sparring against him.

    C = Cum (anything to do with cum) He likes to make a little bit of a mess, so if you are okay with it, he loves painting your skin with his seed and watching it drip out of your hole just to work it back in with his fingers. 

    His cum is thin and watery, mainly due to his diet and how often he orgasms.

    D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) It's not something he wishes to make a reality but he has occasionally fantasised about having a threesome with you and Hashirama. His relationship with Hashirama is hard to explain and he simultaneously wants to share you with him and make sure he never interacts with you at the same time.

    E = Experience (how sexually experienced are they) He's surprisingly not very experienced, he has had sex but only a couple times. He wanted to savour those moments with somebody he truly loved but he also didn't want to completely embarrass himself, so he made sure he was competent enough that he wouldn't disappoint his spouse but that's it.

    F = Favourite Position (do they have a preference in positions) He doesn't have a favourite, as long as it feels good then it's likely he will be using that position again. He is pretty adventurous with positions though and does like to try new ones, especially if they require a decent amount of strength or flexibility. 

    G = Goofy (are they serious, goofy, playful and etc in the moment) He always aims to be serious but he can't stop himself from laughing and teasing you if your body makes a weird noise or something. He can get a little moody though, so while you do occasionally have playful sex, it's not something that happens all the time. 

    H = Hair (how well groomed are they) He, almost proudly, has a bush that is supposedly only present because he 'doesn't have time' to take care of it and 'it helps keep him warm' but you know better. He thinks it's only natural for a man to have lots of hair and although he can be reluctantly convinced to trim it, it will damage his pride a little.

    I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment) He's not typically the most romantic man but during sex is one of the only times he is comfortable voicing his feelings and emotions without any of his usual pride and bravado getting in the way. Even if he is being incredibly rough and/or dominating, he can't help but let some of his tenderness seep into his words and actions.

    J = Jack Off (how often do they masturbate) Not very often, it wasn't something he did a lot of before he met you but now that he has gotten used to your tight hole, his hand just doesn't compare. 

    K = Kink (some of their kinks) Strength. He respects strength more than anything, both physical strength and strength of character but if you manage to surprise him with a new attack or jutsu while sparring, he will absolutely want to fuck afterwards.

    Dry Humping. More often than not, one of you ends up pinned on the training ground floor and Madara just can't help himself from grinding into you. The adrenaline fuelled arousal mixed with the frustration of wanting more than just friction is just as exhilarating as the spar itself.

    Marks. He's a possessive man, seeing the glimpses of love bites and hand prints that he has left on your skin fills him with smug satisfaction. He will also wear any of your marks with pride, it's nice to physical and visual reminders of your love, even if Izuna teases him like crazy if he notices them.

    L = Location (favourite places to have sex) He doesn't really care, privacy isn't important or necessary to him. If you both get caught, he is proud of showing how good he's making his spouse feel and is more than intimidating enough to stop whoever caught you both from spreading any kind of rumours or gossip.

    M = Motivation (what turns them on) He is utterly unashamed of how easy it is for him to get hard, thankfully his armour often covers it but his clan members are used to him groping you or pulling you into another room, even if you are mid conversation.

    N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) Despite having a tendency to grope you no matter where you are or who you are talking to, he can get jealous easily and is quick to anger, so not only would he be unwilling to share you but he would also very likely take his anger out on the other person involved. No threesomes, gangbangs or cuckholding.

    O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving and how skilled they are) He loves giving oral, especially if you sit on his face and make a huge mess. He likes making you feel so good that you are crying and begging him to stop but he also sees it as some kind of competition, proof that he can make you feel better than any other man could.

    He also loves to receive but isn't the best at controlling himself, so unless you are okay with getting face fucked, you will likely have to hold him down. 

    P = Pace (are they fast, slow, gentle and etc in the moment) His natural pace is fast and hard, a constant pounding rhythm with his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He isn't opposed to a slower, more sensual pace but it was definitely something he struggled with in the beginning of your relationship.

    Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies and how often they have them) He loves quickies, he often has intentions of taking it slow but gets easily caught up in the intensity and works himself into a frenzy. Besides, the quicker you both cum, the quicker you can have a second round right?

    R = Risk (are they willing to experiment or take risks) He unintentionally takes a lot of risks, a mixture of his impulsive and competitive nature means that he will often try new things or manhandle you into new positions. He doesn't really consider them risks though, he sees it more like if something can be done to enhance your sex life, why feel bad or embarrassed about something that makes you feel good.

    S = Stamina (how long do they last and can they go more than once) He cums quite fast, partially because of his fondness for quickies but also because of how overwhelming your everything is to him. Luckily, his recovery time is also very quick and can usually cum another 1-2 times before he gets too sensitive and needs to stop.

    T = Toys (do like to use toys on themselves or their partner) N/A

    U = Unfair (do they like to tease) He loves to tease, to hear your impatient begging and to see your eyes well up with tears. He doesn't really have the stamina to tease you too much during sex but will almost always edge and overstimulate you while going down on you.

    V = Volume (how loud are they and what kind of sounds do they make) He isn't particularly loud, with grunts and occasional deep breathy moans being the only sounds that he makes. He is quite talkative though and will mutter the filthiest of phrases with a cocky smirk on his face. 

    W = Wild Card (a random headcanon) He's a switch. Despite his status and personality leading others to assume he is always controlling and dominating, he ultimately appreciates those who are strong and has enough self awareness to know he is currently one of the most powerful men alive, so the person he chose as his spouse must be worthy of his respect and admiration.

    X = X-Ray (how their bodies and privates are shaped) His body is brawny but surprisingly slim, a combination of his fast metabolism and active lifestyle means that he tends to burn more calories than what he eats.

    His dick is average in length but thick with prominent and bulging veins spread throughout. 5.1 inches in length and 6 inches in girth.

    Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive) His libido isn't as high as you would expect, only masturbating once a week or so. He used to be happy with using his pent up energy in other ways but since being with you, he doesn't really know what happened but he's down to fuck, anytime.

    Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards) Sex doesn't really tire him out, he is a active person and his daily life reflects that. He will cuddle with you until you fall asleep, finding the relaxed atmosphere kind of nice but he will almost certainly get up afterwards to train or perform his duties as clan heir.

    #madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #naruto x reader #naruto headcanons#naruto alphabet#naruto smut#smut alphabet #gender neutral reader #male reader#female reader
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  • infatui
    27.11.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    sakusa x reader | wc: 600

    cw: dom/sub dynamics, mentions of scene negotiation/safewording/aftercare, healthy bdsm (safe sane n consensual), mention of subspace, dirty talk, light dumbification, impact play, bondage, praise, vulnerability

    contains 18+ content. minors dni.

    good dom!sakusa who's so careful and meticulous about setting boundaries and communicating his kinks, who asks permission to touch you before every single scene and who assures you that he won't be disappointed if you don't wanna, baby. still gonna be proud of you no matter what.

    good dom!sakusa who can lay out every kink he has, no matter how dirty or obscene, when he's negotiating with you, but who also flushes a light pink every time you're deep in subspace and promising him anything you want, omi, wanna be good for you.

    good dom!sakusa who spits absolute filth at you during a scene, but can't hold himself back from praising you, just a little bit— yeah, baby? you like when i fuck you dumb? god, you're fucking gorgeous, always so good for me, such a good sub— because you really are good and you really do deserve it.

    good dom!sakusa who loves hitting you (consensually, of course) because he knows you can take it, but more importantly, because he know you love it too, maybe even more than he does. he salivates at how hot your skin feels after he's given you a good beating, and nothing gets him harder than the way you go boneless and pliant under him. it's the trust that gets to him— the sting of his palm and your dazed, fucked-out expression are just icing on the cake.

    good dom!sakusa who learns shibari just for you. it was a maybe on his list before, but he once he tried it, he got absolutely hooked on the way the ropes look so pretty crisscrossing over your skin. you're his canvas, and he paints you in bondage and submission, in lingering kisses and warm, open palms.

    good dom!sakusa who will safeword out of a scene if he notices that you're too deep or feeling uncomfortable. nobody else would expect him to be good at being gentle and reassuring, but that's fine— nobody else matters to him in the moment besides you. he sends you high and drops you deep, but at the end of the day, he's a steady, sturdy anchor, and he reels you back home.

    good dom!sakusa who lets you take care of him too, who lets you see him vulnerable and needy after a long scene because he knows that's what you need. nothing is more rewarding than his delicious gasps of pleasure when you nuzzle against his heavy, aching balls, and he'll make sure to cum all over your face as a reward for your service.

    good dom!sakusa whose aftercare is almost— almost— better than the scene itself. he's so generous with his touch, so lavish with his kisses, so free with his affection. he never fails to worship every inch of your aching body, and he'll whisper soft, earnest praises into your skin, almost painfully genuine. he'll murmur his adoration in between kisses— so good, baby. you're so beautiful and smart and— god, i'm so lucky to have you— and he'll make sure that you're fed and watered and wrapped up all snug before you fall asleep.

    good dom!sakusa who talks through every single scene with you, no matter how well he thinks it went, because he knows there's always something he can be doing better, and because he knows you're counting on him to tell you how you can be a better sub for him. he always makes sure to be calm and nonjudgmental, and he'll end every post-scene check-in with a sweet kiss to your cheek and a quiet thank you for trusting me, baby, and thank you for listening to me too.

    just... good dom!sakusa being safe, sane, and consensual... yeah...

    © infatui 2021. do not copy, repost, or modify.

    #nothing. NOTHING. is sexier to me than healthy and well-communicated dom/sub dynamics /gen #haikyuu smut#hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #omi smut #omi x reader #haikyuu thirsts#hq thirsts#winwrites#;lewd #.hq #.omi
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  • milkathedudz
    27.11.2021 - 14 minutes ago

    Ride With Me

    Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

    Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, sex, female riding, dirty talk, swear words, spanking, name calling and altogether dirty sex

    Type: One shot

    Summary: You decide riding Chris Evans in an empty room at an after party is the best idea you could ever have

    “Fuck just like that baby.” Chris mumbled against the skin of your neck. “Ride my cock.”

    “Such a good girl takin my cock so well.” He continued with words of encouragement. He was always one for dirty talk even if you weren’t the most vocal.

    “Oh god.” You moaned as you leaned your head back giving him complete access to your neck. “Love your cock.”

    “Greedy little cock whore.” He growled as his lips attached to your exposed nipples. “Couldn’t stop wait for me.”

    “Desperate to feel me inside that tight cunt of yours.” Biting on the nubs making your hand reach up to grab his hair and tug. “Always want me to fuck you like an animal.”

    “Want everyone to hear what a little whore you are.” His words only turned you on even more. “Wanna hear you scream my name.”

    “Chris.” You cried out as you roughly slammed down onto his cock. Your legs becoming very sore, but you still kept going.

    “Fucking say it again.” His tone very dark and seductive. “Say my name so everyone knows whose fucking you.”

    “Chris oh god Chris.” Screaming out as you felt your pussy squeezing him hard making him groan, and grip your hips so hard bruises would form. You really didn’t care if anyone did hear you too focused on Chris at the moment.

    Your legs covered in sweat as they stuck to Chris’s thighs every time you moved up. Feeling his hands moving up and down your body along with the rhythm of his thrusts.

    “Gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk for weeks.” Groaning against your chest as he looked down to where you two were connected. “Soaking my cock ready for me.”

    “Shit right there Chris.” You squealed as his cock hit your sweet spot. “God feels so good.”

    “You like that sweetheart?” His tone teasing as he looked up to your euphoric face. “My cock feel good inside of your cunt baby?”

    “Oh god yes Chris please don’t stop.” Closing your eyes as you felt yourself losing control.

    “Oh baby I won’t stop until your begging me to stop.” He chuckled as the scruff of his beard brushed against your neck.

    His hands quickly spreading your legs further apart so he could get deeper inside of you. Feeling every inch of him your moans of pleasure echoing all across the room. His hands all over your body intensifying your senses.

    “Nobody else can fuck you like I can.” A sharp slap was heard and your ass cheek was on fire. “This delicious pussy is mine.”

    “All yours Chris.” Hearing that made his hands come down on your ass again and again making you squeal. “Fuck it’s all yours.

    “God look at you bouncing on my cock begging for it.” He teased as you moved a hand down to rub your clit. His hand smacked it away. “Oh no baby you can’t touch yourself.”

    “Should punish you for doing that.” Next thing you felt his hand moving towards your pussy lightly rubbing your clit. “Dirty little whore can’t help herself.”

    “Chris please it feels so good.” You whined making him smirk as he rubbed your clit faster. “Shit shit shit gonna cum.”

    “Gonna cum like a good girl.” He spoke as he sharply thrusted inside of you your ass cheeks smacking against his skin. “Gonna cum all over my cock.”

    “Yes I’m so fucking close.” You moaned as you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach. You were on the brink of your orgasm.

    “Can feel you squeezin my cock sweetheart.” Groaning as his thrusts were slowing down. “Feels so fucking good.”

    “I’m gonna cum Chris.” You warned as you felt your insides clenching and your entire body shaking.

    “Soak my cock with your pussy baby.” He commanded you with a deep moan making you scream as your release hit you in the face making your legs tremble.

    “Oh fuck god such a good girl.” Chris encouraged as his cock twitched inside of you pumping the last drop. “Fuck I love your pussy.”

    Getting up his cock slipping from inside you making you hiss. Rolling over onto your back next to him as both of you tried to catch your breath. Watching as his chest heaved up and down. Feeling his warm seed dripping out of you.

    “We should probably get back out there.” You spoke after a few moments of silence making Chris look over to you.

    “Orrrr we could stay here and have round two.” He replied with a wink making you laugh at how carefree he was, but his smile disappeared and his eyes became dark. “I’m not joking.”

    ———————————————

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  • lustindulged
    27.11.2021 - 16 minutes ago
    Anyone around that would like to go back and forth on some smut?
    Like this post if you’re interested and I’ll write you a short starter!
    Let’s get weird!
    🙏😈
    #indie smut rp #ooc things #Please be sure to read my rules before interacting! #Thank you.
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  • veeparkersstuff
    27.11.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    "People do crazy things when they're in love" -Hercules.

    (Click for better quality! Also like or reblog, don't repost pls🦄🤍)

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  • starecs
    27.11.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    pls be real one and comment some bts/txt fic rec accs 🙏🏽

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  • iris-ren
    27.11.2021 - 16 minutes ago

    a kirschtein holiday

    jean x reader

    tags: // general smutt //overstimulation// masterbation // use of good girl // curse words // nipple play // fluff

    word count: 2k

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    “i’ve been thinking about you all day”

    you blushed at the sound of jean’s voice coming through the other side of the phone.

    you audibly sighed into the device. you missed jean so much, it was hard being away from him especially when you were lying in bed at night without his warm body next to yours.

    you were back home visiting family for the holidays while jean stayed behind in the city. “i’ve been thinking about you too actually, even being around my family doesn’t keep me from missing you.” you said as you stared at the sun drenched ceiling of your childhood bedroom, the blinds on your window casting a shadow onto the surface.

    a beat passed before jean’s voice came through the phone again, “say the word baby, and i’ll be on the first flight out to you.”

    you shot up from the bed, you felt like electricity was pumping through your veins as the warm sensation of hope filled your chest. “don’t say things you don’t mean jean, i mean it. don’t get my hopes up.”

    you could hear jean speaking through the smile that was plastered on his face, “oh i mean it, all you have to do is say the word princess, your wish is my command.”

    the warm sensation in your chest spread throughout your whole body, you tried to conceal your tone not wanting to sound too excited, “but what about my family? are you sure you’re ready to meet them?”

    “i’m ready if you are, princess.”

    ———

    later that evening, you noticed snow beginning to fall outside of your family’s dining room window. your mother and father were in a deep conversation over the neighbor's dog, while your grandmother was trying to explain the new bill that just passed congress to your hard hearing grandfather after finishing your mothers famous casserole. you disregarded your plate as you moved towards the window to take in the view, the snow looked so beautiful falling against the christmas decorations in the front yard, the powder white snow perfectly blanketed the red and green lights that lined the driveway.

    your breath hitched in your throat when you saw a yellow taxi cab pull into the drive, you tried to bury the giddy feeling that was rising in your stomach, knowing exactly who was inside the vehicle.

    you felt kind of creepy, just blatantly staring out the window but you couldn’t peel your gaze away when you saw jean’s tall frame exit the vehicle. he was dressed as dapper as ever, fitting for the freezing temperatures wearing a white button down shirt and slacks with a long wool coat on top. you could tell he left directly from work to catch his flight. you also took notice of the red poinsettia flowers and the bottle of wine that jean had in hand as he made his way to the front door.

    your excitement rose to the surface when the doorbell rang, “i’ll get it!” you said as you raced to the front door.

    jean smiled down at you fondly when you flung the door open, “hey-“ you didn’t give him a moment to speak, you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, taking him into a tight embrace.

    jean hummed in your ear, “huh, guess you really did miss me.” he said as he placed a kiss into your hair.

    “well hello there! you must be jean.” you released your boyfriend from your embrace at the sound of your mother’s voice.

    jean attempted to readjust himself, having almost dropped the items in his hands from you pouncing on him. “yes ma’am, and it is a pleasure to meet you. i’m sorry for being late, it turned out to be quite a challenge finding a good bottle of wine inside the airport.”

    your mother laughed as she took the items off of jean’s hands, “please come in, you must be freezing out here.”

    ———-

    you were originally very nervous about how jean meeting your family would go, but it turns out your family just might like your boyfriend more than yourself. you were actually impressed with how jean was able to strike up a conversation with your typically reserved father.

    there must be something in the wine. you thought as the two men cackled at each other's jokes.

    the anxiety you felt before jean met your family completely melted away as you watched the scene play out before you.

    your mother passed you a plate of pie as she took a seat next to you, “this one might be a keeper. he somehow broke your father out of his shell, if he successfully did that then.. well he must be a keeper.”

    you blushed, still watching jean fraternize with your father and now grandfather.

    ———

    your heart deflated a little when your mother broke the news that you and jean would have to sleep in separate rooms, she didn’t care how old you are now, there would be no “hanky panky” under her roof.

    jesus christ.

    jean placed a kiss upon your forehead before entering the guest bedroom for the night.

    you pouted when he pulled away, missing the feeling of his lips on your skin. jeans hand gripped your waist while his tall frame loomed over yours looking down on your face intently, “i’ll see you in the morning.” his whisper of words caressed your ears sweetly, while the deepness of his voice compelled your pussy to grow wet. you instinctively pressed your thighs together in an attempt to push those feelings away, the last thing you needed was to get yourself all hot and bothered while you were home for the holidays. being horny in your parents house just felt completely wrong on all levels.

    “okay, see you tomorrow.” you said as you quickly entered your room directly next to jean’s.

    ———-

    you tossed and turned in bed for what felt like hours before you let out a huff of breath, abandoning the idea of sleep. you felt too pent up, you just wanted jean’s hands on your body but even if you were brave enough to disobey your mothers demand, you figured jean must’ve been asleep already.

    conceding to your body’s needs, you flopped onto your back. you couldn’t believe that you were about to masterbate in your parents house all while imagining your boyfriend working your clit in the most heavenly way possible, the way only he can.

    you slipped your sleep shorts off, discarding them on the floor and began to rub soft circles on your clit while snaking a free hand up your shirt to tease your already hard nipples. all thoughts evaporated from your mind as your hips began to instinctively roll against your hand, you picked up your pace against your throbbing clit. the temperature seemed to rise as warmth washed over your body, your mouth hung open as you panted heavily from pleasure.

    your eyes went wide when you accidentally let a soft moan escape your lips, you were too lust drunk to stop your ministrations on your swollen clit, so you used your free hand to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sweet sounds flowing from it.

    jean was wide awake, staring at the snow falling past his window, he already had a hard time sleeping without you, and knowing that you were just one room away somehow made it even harder. jean’s mind was filled with thoughts of you and your body, wishing that he could palm your soft tits as your nipples grew hard under his touch, while fucking you so slowly that your body ached from ecstasy. jean pictured your form perfectly in his mind's eye, squirming and writhing under his touch.

    jean’s gaze moved to the tent that his hard cock made in the fabric of his sleep pants. he sighed, not wanting to act on his horny thoughts by jacking off to the thought of his girlfriend that was probably fast asleep just one room over.

    jean was stunned when his ears picked up on the sound of your sweet moan coming from the other side of the wall, he held his breath for a moment trying to listen closer, thinking that maybe he was hearing things. a beat passed, and your voice was heard once again, though much quieter this time.

    whimpers fell from your mouth, now that your hand was not there to prevent it. you were so lost in the moment from both of your hands being put to use, one hand worked circles fervently on your clit while the other pounded your g spot. you didn’t even notice the sounds leaving your mouth, your eyes were clamped shut picturing it was jean going to work on your cunt instead of own hands.

    you were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t hear jean stealthy enter the room. his broad frame towered over you at the end of the bed, watching you in complete awe as your hands vigorously worked your beautiful soaking cunt.

    jean was grateful that your eyes were still closed as your cunt began to quiver around your fingers.

    you quietly whimpered jean’s name over and over as you came, your body shook still picturing him in your brain.

    a deep voice broke through the silence, “i’m right here baby.” you gasped when your gaze met jean’s, noticing his hard cock poking through his pants, just begging to be let out of the prison of fabric that it was encased in. “you look so pretty like this, i didn’t want to interrupt you.” he said with lust filled eyes.

    you simultaneously felt relieved by jean’s presence, while also feeling much more needy now that he was standing before you. tears pricked your eyes at the sight of the beautiful man admiring your naked body from above you.

    your body too cried out for his touch, “please” you whispered, “i need you, now.”

    jean didn’t waste a second, seeing you in this state could almost make him cum on the spot, he loved seeing you all needy and strung out. jean settled between your already parted legs as he cupped your face, “goddamn i’ve missed you so much.” he didn’t allow you time to respond, jean’s lips immediately locked onto yours initiating a long overdue kiss.

    you moaned into your boyfriends mouth when his large hand palmed your sensitive breast, jean’s body responded to the sweet sound by rubbing his clothed cock over your overstimulated clit.

    the motion sent shockwaves through your body, you couldn’t help but scream into his mouth.

    jean broke the kiss to place a palm over your mouth, as he still grinded himself against your soaking wet cunt.

    “shh shh shh… i know baby, i know. be a good girl, and stay quiet for me. okay?”

    you nodded your head, as you stifled another whine when his free hand rolled your nipple between his fingers.

    your overstimulated cunt was crying out for jean’s cock, your hips bucked against his clothed length, causing his cock to twitch at the motion. jean leaned down to place a sweet kiss on top of the hand that was covering your mouth, “mm.. gonna be a good girl and take all of my cock without making a peep? hm?” a single tear slid across your cheek, you felt like your body was about to combust waiting for jean to take you, you nodded your head in affirmation.

    jean’s cock sprung up, after being freed from the tight confines of his pants. the tip of his cock glistened with pre cum as he kept one hand over your mouth, and used the other to grip your waist tightly while he sheathed himself fully into your swollen cunt.

    your mouth gaped open under jean’s hand as your back arched off of the mattress, your pussy was already fluttering around his length while the tip of his cock pounded the spongy material that was your g spot.

    jean wished that he could hear all of your sweet whimpers that his cock elicited from your mouth, but he couldn’t risk waking up the rest of the house if he removed his hand.

    jean leaned down, placing an open mouth kiss on your tender neck while quietly moaning into your ear as he pumped deep inside of your core,

    “mm. such a good girl, your doing so good for me.”

    more overstimulated tears streamed across your face, as jean’s cock forced a second orgasm from your pussy. jean moaned into your neck again at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock, causing him to cum deep inside you.

    your hands raked through his hair while the both of you rode out your orgasms. jean’s hand left your mouth, and was replaced with a long languid kiss.

    you both cringed when jean unsheathed himself from your tired cunt, he reached his hand up to cup your face again while his thumb traced circles over the tear streaked flesh, “i love you so much.” he said with a smile, as he placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

    ———-

    “so did you sleep well in the guest bedroom jean? it can get a little drafty in there during this time of year.” your eyes went wide at your fathers question during breakfast.

    “oh it wasn’t drafty at all, i was actually quite warm last night, i slept like a baby.” jean said with a smile as his gaze moved to you, “what about you babe? how’d you sleep last night?”

    asshole.

    you immediately changed the subject, “the christmas tree really looks great this year mom, good job.”

    ———

    a/n: i just made a kofi you can get to it here or in my masterlist thanks for your support love y’all x

    art credit: pwkj_cos on twitter

    ———-

    #aot drabbles #attack on titan fanfiction #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirstein x you #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirstein smut #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #jean kirstein x reader smut #aot headcanons#aot fanfiction #jean kirschtein scenarios #jean x reader smut #aot x reader smut #overstimulation #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirschtein x you #aot imagines#aot hcs
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  • samanthamuran
    27.11.2021 - 18 minutes ago

    Cought...

    summary - its the midsummers, rafe being the impatiant boy, wants you then and there
    warning - public sex, raw/unprotected sex, orgasm control
    pairing - rafe x reader

    " rafe, " your voice cought in the back of your throat as the boy trailed his kisses down your neck, " this is too risky. "

    he didn't make the slightest move to stop, hot lips staining every part of you. it felt too good, but it had to end. your back pressed against a wall only few feet away from your father. when your hands pushed rafe's chest away, his eyes were glazed, drooping with lust and need, his fingertips still tickling your sides. his palm wrapped around yours, pulling you through the crowd, long strides almost impossible to keep up with. his elbow pushed through people, the sea of sweaty bodies littered all over the dance floor. light summer breeze brushing against your hot skin as it helped to cool you down. not even thinking about it the boy ran to the locker rooms, rushing to get to the men bathrooms and pulling you in an empty stall. his lips met yours again, fingers fumbling with the lock trying to get the euphoric feeling as soon as possible. hot breaths, slutty moans and wet kisses shared between you two.

    " we shouldn't be doing this, " when the words left your mouth you already knew you were fucking up, " kooks and pogues don't mix. "

    " i don't give a shit. " that was a cue to remove everything. rafe's light blue jacket falling off his shoulders, belt buckling and didgets unzipping your dress. the simple sleeves revealed your collorbone, rafe latching on to it as he moved the fabric slit aside. his arm brught your knee to his side, carefully removing your panties and throwing them on the floor. his lingering tuch and slow breathing, distracting you from the feeling of painfull stretching. his size bigger then ever before. staying still for a moment before you gave the green light to move. hips slightly slapping against your, head thrown back and quiet moans leaving your lips. his pace picking up, hand curling over your mouth as you got louder, his own sounds being hard to control. your back arched, chest pressed against rafe's as his hands molded and played with your breasts. in any other situation he would've ripped the clothing off, leaving you naked in all your glory, but knowing you two were not in his bed, not having the privacy you need, he tried to control himself.

    the sound of skin slapping quickly became too much, you clenching around him, silently whispering your need to reliese.

    " hold it, " his voice hoerse and rough, hips snapping against your own, " i wanna cum with you. "

    it was hard controlling the bursting feeling, wanting to just let go and explode, let rafe feel the effects he has on you.

    " c'mon darling, now. " that was it. eyes rolling back, hands scrunching the fabric around his shoulders and legs shaking. his fingers traveled down, the feeling of hot liquid trailing down your thigh. his two didgets pushing his cum back inside of you.

    while trying to steady your breathing, and cling on to rafe as much possible, the bathroom door opened.

    " i fucking hate the living shit out of cameron's. " jj's voice rung through the other way empty room.

    " tell me about it, " pope's foot steps clicked against the tiled floor, " i work for them."

    panic swam through your whole body, glancing at rafe he looked calm and colected, not an ounce of fear. he fixed your dress, pulling his suit jacket on and taking something from the floor. in your dazed shock you didn't even blink in the boys way as he stuffed your panties in his pants pocket, later adjusting his belt. when you thought it was clear you made a run for it, taking only half a step before the stall door opened.

    " y/n? "

    " wait, did you just say, y/n? " face to face with the two pogue boys you were frozen. mind searching for every excuse there is.

    " what are you doing here? "

    " uh, the other bathrooms were full, " the boys gazes fixed on something- someone else learing closer. rafe came out, his neat hair ruffled and messy, bowtie upside down and lips looking swollen with red stains.

    " rafe? "

    " yo, rafe we- " topper and kelce stopped dead in their tracks, sensing something bad.

    " oh, for fucks sake, " rafe threw his head back, back of his palm rubbing his eyes trying to think. oh, how you two were fucked.

    #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #romance #drew starkey smut #imagines#toxic#smut#midsummers
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  • muselin
    27.11.2021 - 19 minutes ago

    Kinktober 2021 Day 20

    A Little Longer - TXT Yeonjun

    Who: TXT Yeonjun x f!reader

    What: ⛔🚫smut, no plot in sight and we like it that way sometimes

    Word count: 776

    ______________________________________

    "Mmmm, wait, stay there a little longer," Yeonjun purred behind you.

    You were sitting in his lap facing away from him, catching your breath as you had just ridden him into a whiny, gaspy orgasm. Sometimes Yeonjun just couldn't get out of the headspace that sex put him in.

    "Come here, turn around," he rasped as he manhandled you in his lap, turning you around as his softening cock slipped from you.

    "You felt so fucking good, I'm shaking," his voice was muffled as he buried his face in your chest, kissing and massaging your breasts. He sucked on your nipples in turn, biting one lightly as his fingers rolled the other, making you moan for him. He didn't seem to care that you were spilling cum over his lap.

    His hums and gasps were filthy as he lavished attention on your breasts, licking and sucking little marks here and there. His plush lips never peeled away from you for a second.

    "God, you could smother me with these and I'd die happy," he sighed.

    Something moved against your inner thighs and you noticed that Yeonjun was hard again.

    "I can't wait to watch them bounce while I'm fucking you. You ready to go again?"

    His fingers, sneaking between your legs to ghost along your oversensitive clit, left you speechless and you could only nod and hum in agreement. Yeonjun hugged you to his body tightly as he raised you up and aligned his cock with your soaked entrance.

    "Fuck, Yeonjun!"

    You whimpered as he sat you down on his cock again. You were still slippery with his cum and sensitive, and it was a different kind of satisfaction to feel him inside you again, so hard and unforgiving against your softness. He groaned as he bottomed out inside you and guided you in a slow rhythm, thrusting into you from below.

    Your head was swimming, not quite past the orgasmic haze from the first round but already feeling the pleasure expanding in your perception, reducing your senses to just Yeonjun under you, around you. His soft hair between your fingers as you tugged on it lightly, the faint scent of his cologne, the beautiful expressions on his face as he shut his eyes in pleasure, his thighs flexing beneath yours as he rolled you into him.

    "Mmmm..."

    He buried his face against your neck, open-mouthed kisses and nips along your skin as his hands cupped your breasts again, holding firmly and his fingertips dragging over your nipples. He pulled back from you and increased his pace.

    "Gorgeous," he smirked and bit his lip as he watched your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. But two could play at this game.

    You clenched your walls around his cock deliberately and he hissed, full lips falling open as he lost his rhythm and his hands squeezed your hips tighter. You arched your back and took charge, changing up the angle and making his cock rub against your walls with more friction. Yeonjun moaned for you in that way that told you that it was you calling the shots now.

    You reached down to rub your clit and help yourself along. You could sense that with how good he felt inside you and how sensitive you were it wouldn't take long. You continued to clench around his hard cock and felt him swell another little bit inside you as his head fell back.

    "Look at me," you ordered him quietly and waited for his hazy eyes to meet yours. "Are you gonna fill me up again, baby?"

    He groaned at your breathy words and bucked his hips harder into you.

    You pulled him closer using your grip on his hair and sunk your teeth into his pillowy lower lip. You swallowed his moans as you pushed down onto him and rolled your hips to take him in as deep as you could. You felt him twitch and he slammed into you powerfully from below. Yeonjun's hands dug into your hips harshly and he rutted into you as his cock started to spasm and he milked himself inside you again. The new sensation overwhelmed you and your fingers on your clit pushed you into another orgasm. Your walls tightened up on his cock, sucking the last droplets of his warm cum out.

    You released his lip and he cupped your face with both hands, kissing you passionately and breathlessly as he tried to calm his senses. He was still holding you close and in the aftershocks of your shared pleasure he dropped his head onto your shoulder. Nothing except his laboured breaths interrupted the quiet bliss in your hotel room.

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  • kaiparker-avengerssmut
    27.11.2021 - 20 minutes ago

    I do Adore You

    Pairings | Newt (tmr) x gn!reader

    Warnings | fluff, cuteness, first kisses, smut, rimming, anal fingering, angst, death, violence, there's a cure for the flare, Newt doesn't die

    Word count | 2.2k

    Summary | 5 times you were in love with Newt and 1 time you did anything for him

    Masterlist

    The humming of birds had become a familiar sounds to you, their mirthful chirps and chatters like a filler noise to your day. Every since you woke up in the glade, you had been tasked with Track-Hoe duty.

    Newt argued it was because of your lean but durable physique, but Minho argued it was because Newt was also working in the gardens these day and he, quote on quote, 'wanted to spend more time ogling at you like a man-whore'.

    You always felt your face heat up when Minho would throw suggestive winks and eyebrow waggles at you and the blonde boy, yet you always learned to snigger nonetheless.

    "You good?" Newt's accent chirped as merrily as the birds beside you, and you snapped out of your daze.

    "Uh- yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You replied bashfully. Newt slapped you on the back with a boyish grin.

    "Good that. Come help me grab some fertiliser, will you?" Newt commanded lightly and began to limp off. You followed him with a pinched brow. Fertiliser? You always thought that was a one man job.

    Still, you trudged after him towards the deadheads - the grey shadow a welcome break from the overbearing sun that had chosen to rise that day.

    "Newt, why did you need my help?" You finally plucked up the courage to ask. "I mean, getting fertiliser kinda feels like a one person job- mph." You huffed heavily when your back collided with a tree, bark scratchy and uncomfortable against your skin where your shirt had ridden up.

    "Slim, you shank." Newt muttered affectionately before crashing his lips to yours. His hands fisted in your shirt, keeping your body close to his as his lips explored your own.

    Your eyes bugged in surprise, but you soon melted into the kiss as your head began chanting: Newt Newt Newt.

    "Klunk." You murmured when the blonde finally pulled away, heavy pants filling the small space between your faces as both your swollen lips pulled into satisfied grins.

    "I've been waiting to do that for a while, greenie." Newt chuckled, brown eyes glowing like honey as he flicked his gaze over your body.

    Despite the fire burning there, Newt finally pushed his body away from yours and continued on his path to get fertiliser.

    "C'mon, greenie!" He called back, waving a hand to get you to follow. You shook your head slightly - dumbfounded and dizzy - before your smile widened even further and you were running to catch up.

    ...

    "This shucking leg has been killing me all day." Newt whined, flopping onto his cot in the room you two shared in the homestead.

    Once Alby found out about your not-so-secret relationship (from Minho), he begrudgingly made Newt's room your shared room instead.

    "Aww, baby." You pouted back, running a hand through his fluffy hair. "Let me help you." You decided.

    Newt frowned at you and you found yourself giggling at the adorable expression.

    You shifted him to where you wanted him - his bad leg draped over your thighs - and gave him a quick peck on the lips before beginning.

    Newt moaned at the first firm stroke you gave his calf with the heal of your palm.

    You snickered, but urged him to tell you about his day anyway as you continued you smooth your thumbs over the mangled muscle and bone giving beneath his pale skin.

    Within ten minutes Newt could barely talk except to sing your praises and your hands were starting to ache. You considered stopping for a break, but the blissed-out expression on Newt's face spurred you on as you placed a few gentle kisses to his ankle when you worked.

    Newt's eyes slowly fluttered shut at the pillowy feeling of your lips tracing over his calf and up to his knee.

    "You can do the other whilst your at it." The blonde mumbled with a cheeky grin. You only shook your head with a smile before swapping over legs and giving the fully-functional limb a similar treatment.

    "Do you feel better?" You tried after a little while longer and Newt gave you a thumbs up. You giggled and Newt sighed happily.

    "Thanks, greenie. That felt real shuckin' good." Newt thanked you and you nipped his calf in warning.

    "I'm no greenie anymore." You scoffed and Newt snickered.

    "Only by a week. Don't get ahead of yourself." You only tackled him to the bed in response.

    ...

    Cascades of steam rolled around you, billowing over the cubical doors to create a Misty haze of warmth.

    Newt sighed happily as the hot water poured over his shoulders, soothing the gathered tension there.

    You had to hold back your own happy moan at the feeling, your eyes sliding shut in pleasure. Newt chuckled at your reaction and you hit him playfully in the chest.

    "C'mere, love. Let me clean you up." Newt decided, making grabby hands for you to stand in front of him where he stood under the spray.

    With a sigh and a giggle you joined him, back facing him so he could massage a handful of shampoo into your hair.

    Lips pressed softly to your shoulder, to the slope of your neck in wet kisses as Newt's slim fingers worked into your scalp until you were relaxing back into him.

    "That feel good?" Newt teased.

    "Mhm." You hummed in return, eyes still closed. The feel of his breath on your skin was intoxicating.

    "My turn." Newt announced after he rinsed the suds away, turning to face the shower wall as you spun to face him. You grinned at his eagerness and grabbed for the bottle before squeezing a generous amount into your palm.

    You slathered it between your hands before beginning to rub it into his hair, massaging between strands of dirty-blonde until it was laced with bubbles.

    You took a page from Newt's book and began to kiss along his shoulder blades, lips teasing his back as the Brit hummed appreciatively.

    That pleased hum quickly turned to a squeal when you shoved his head forwards, chuckling at the boy's out of character reaction as you rinsed out his hair.

    "Bloody shank." Newt muttered playfully, wiping the water and suds out of his eyes as he turned to face you. Before he could say anything worse, you smashed your lips to his.

    You found yourself backing him up against the tiled wall, lips working fast as you kissed him dizzy.

    "Stop making out! It's weird!" Minho's shout came from somewhere else in the showers as you and Newt pulled away with silly grins and boisterous laughs.

    "Well, shit. That was a good kiss." Newt hummed lazily and you pecked him lips another time before pulling away.

    "Sure was."

    ...

    Newt was actually a blessing sent from Heaven, if there was even such a place in this shucking world.

    He looked like pure sin; his lips were parted and swollen - kiss-bitten red - whilst his eyes were tightly shut and his cheeks were flushed a blush pink that stretched from the tips of his ears to his chest.

    And yet, he was surely an angel for how well he was opening up for you.

    You smirked into his skin, lips resting against the milky skin of his inner thigh as you nipped at it. He whined and bucked up, but a hand on his hip and a soft hush had him settled back into your touch.

    You neared his hole, lips pluckered against him before your tongue snuck out and traced the shape of the contracting muscle.

    "Klunk!" Newt groaned, throwing his head back into the bed harder. You grinned, and began to lick broad stripes over his entrance until Newt was squirming.

    You pulled away when Newt started pushing at your head, fingers twisting into the roots of your hair as he squirmed away from you.

    "You're gonna make me come if you keep that up, love." Newt panted, face flushing ruby as his chest heaved. You simpered and nipped playfully at his thigh.

    "That's the point." You quipped back and Newt groaned appreciatively.

    "Oh!" Newt explained when you slid a finger into him. He hadn't noticed you slicking your fingers up when you pulled away, so the feeling of the cold digit breaching his rim was a pleasant surprise.

    You grinned and hooked your finger, searching for that bundle of nerves that would definitely make him see stars.

    You knew you found it when Newt's back arched beautifully with a moaned chant of your name.

    Amusement flickered in your eye - along with lust, of course - as you watched. You bit your lip and added a second finger.

    "Oh, that feels s'good, love." Newt groaned, rolling his hips down into your fingers, "Shuck, please, keep going. Don't shucking stop." Newt began to babble, praises and commands spilling from his lips in moans and groans as you repeatedly aimed for that spot you found.

    You held back your own moan at the sight and kept pumping your fingers, hooking them up in every thrust to tip Newt over the edge as fast as you could.

    "Klunk! Y/n!" Your name left his lips like a prayer as Newt's legs kicked and failed, his back arched high enough to fit at least two pillows beneath it as he came.

    His release striped his stomach and chest, the substance glistening slightly under the artificial lights illuminating the room.

    "Shuck." Newt panted, a boyish grin capturing his lips as he started down at you giving him an equally sated smile.

    ...

    "Issac Newton?" Newt buried his reddening-face in his hands as you crooned the name, a teasing grin sliding over your lips.

    "Oh, slim it." Newt snapped, but a cheeky grin of his own still stretched his pink lips when you snickered at the name.

    "That is the lamest name I've ever heard." You chuckled, poking Newt in the side teasingly as the blonde boy shook with laughter.

    "It wasn't my bloody choice!" Newt whined, squirming away from your touch as you continued to poke his sides.

    You bit your lip as you looked at your lover. You huffed as your back hit the sheets, Newt's form now straddling you as he tackled you onto the bed.

    "Hey!" You exclaimed, already giggling as his slender fingers began tickling at all your sensitive spots. "No fair!" You gasped, wriggling around beneath him as Newt smirked.

    "I'll stop when you drop it." He stated as you gave the grinning boy a glare before holding out your hand. Newt eyed you suspiciously before taking your hand and shaking, as if sealing a deal.

    He eased off you, taking his weight from your body. You sat up slowly with him, placing a quick peck to his lips before you tackled him back onto the bed with your own smirk.

    Newt's eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights, realisation slapping him across the face as you reached for his stomach.

    "No! Please have mercy!" He begged jokingly and you beamed down at him.

    ...

    The sound of metal clanking against concrete was masked by the piercing ring of a gun shot.

    Newt's grip failed and the knife clattered from his hands, rolling across the ground until it landed at your feet.

    Your hand trembled, your hold on the gun loosening until it fell to the tarmac with a resounding, metallic thud.

    Newt was still straddling Thomas's now limp thighs, shaking as Thomas's body slumped to the floor. The Brit looked to you, eyes welled with hurtful tears and cheeks stained in inky black streaks.

    "I'm sorry." You mumbled, a quiver to your own voice before the needle pierced his pale skin.

    Newt slumped back into you, body weakened by the liquid now running through his bloody.

    A sigh of relief overcame your shaky sobs when you finally saw the charcoal veins fade out, retreating below the neckline of Newt's shirt.

    You casted your gaze to Thomas, lifeless before you and a scream threatened to rip from your sandpaper throat.

    Newt babbled groggily, rubbing his eyes as he came to. You looked down at him with an unconvincing smile and a wobbling lip.

    "Y/n?" Newt's confused inquiry was followed by a sound of horror as he clocked Thomas's dead body still beneath him. His eyes widened when he clearly remembered what had happened.

    In an instant, the boy was clambering away from you, a fearful glint hissing in his irises as he eyed you tentatively.

    "Newt, please- I had to!" You pleaded, knees still pressed bitterly into the gravel as tears snaked down your cheeks. Newt shook his head, taking a step back as you reached for him.

    "You shot Tommy." Newt stated and you sobbed.

    "It killed me to do so." You cried, attempting to crawl towards your lover

    "You're not the one that's dead." Newt stated, voice breaking.

    "I'm sorry." You whispered. "I'm so so sorry, Newt. You have to forgive me, you have to." You begged, now at Newt's feet.

    "You're a monster." Newt mumbled, hurt clouding his eyes as he peered down on you.

    The look in your eyes had Newt regretting his words.

    "Please." Your voice broke. "Please!" You screamed when you earned no reply.

    Newt shook his head, lips pressed together.

    "I'd do anything for you." You murmured into Newts thigh as your head lolled forwards, wet cheeks smearing against his WICKED uniform. "Anything."

    #newt oneshot#newt angst#tmr newt #newt the maze runner #newt x reader smut #newt x reader #newt fluff #thomas brodie sangster #Thomas Brodie sangster smut #maze runner smut #the maze runner #maze runner#tmr#tmr smut #the maze runner newt
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  • tyga-lily
    27.11.2021 - 22 minutes ago
    #after hours 🍷: not.sfw #zeke deserves better than Marley and Grisha #zeke jeager smut #zeke apologist here don't mind me
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  • raibebe
    27.11.2021 - 22 minutes ago
    #oops this accidentally has lots of feelings in it #jeno#lee jeno#nct#nct dream#jeno imagines#jeno scenarios#nct imagines#nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #jeno smut#nct smut #nct dream smut
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  • byeongsung
    27.11.2021 - 23 minutes ago

    Smut Prompt Requests List and Rules

    Welcome to Byeongsung’s 4k prompt celebration! In order to celebrate my blog hitting 4k I’ve sorted out a list of prompts for you to request with! rules will follow below the read more.

    Note that I have only picked out a small number of groups I write for, if you send a request it for an idol who isn’t a part of these groups I will not write the request.

    Send in:

    One Idol from the following groups:

    Cravity, NCT, The Boyz, Treasure.

    Please state whether you would like it as dom!idol, sub!idol or no power play. It also helps if you send in whether you’d like to see a hard dom or soft dom if you pick that option! The same goes for a compliant or bratty sub’ You can’t freely send in as many kinks as you wish. You can pick up to three different prompts to send in with one idol but please note that I may not be able to join them all up and I may leave one out if I cannot do so! You can send prompts just by sending in their numbers!

    Prompts -

    1. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

    2. “No panties?”

    3. “Use your words”

    4. “Open your mouth”

    5. “Beg”

    6. “Don’t cum yet”

    7. “Bite me”

    8. “I want to fuck toy right against the glass so everyone can see how well you take me”

    9. “I rarely ever have innocent thoughts about you”

    10. “Mine”

    11. “Yours”

    12. “Don’t look at me like that”

    13. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

    14. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

    15. “We’re in public”

    16. “You can’t leave marks”

    17. “First one to make a noises loses”

    18. “Tell me what you want”

    19. “You have no idea how bad I want you”

    20. “Let me teach you”

    21. “How do I look?”

    22. “Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I’ve missed you”

    23. “Take it off, slowly”

    24. “Why so shy?”

    25. “Bend over”

    26. “Your lips make me wonder what you taste like”

    27. “I love the way you say my name”

    28. “Being late wouldn’t hurt”

    29. “Kiss me”

    30. “You’re so sweet”

    31. “Pull the car over”

    32. “I need you”

    33. “Come here”

    34. “Dance for me”

    35. “I had a dream about you”

    36. “So wet..”

    37. “You look so pretty when you cry”

    38. “You drive me insane”

    39. “Does he fuck you the way I do?”

    40. “You always take me so well”

    41. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”

    42. “Touch yourself”

    43. “So fucking perfect”

    44. “Face down ass up”

    45. “If only you were here”

    46. “Lay down”

    47. “Cry for me”

    48. “What about your girlfriend?”

    49. “Cum inside of me”

    50. “Open your mouth”

    #hard hours#prompt list#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut#Cravity smut #the Boyz smut #tbz smut#treasure smut #🎉.4K celebration
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  • veeparkersstuff
    27.11.2021 - 25 minutes ago

    "All at once, everything is different, now that I see you" -Tangled

    (Click for better quality! Also like or reblog, don't repost pls💜🌌)

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  • saradika
    27.11.2021 - 25 minutes ago

    [Keep/Stay] Close to Me

    Boba Fett x F!Reader

    Rated E - 2.8k words

    Tags: canon-typical violence, brief mention of superficial wounds, life-affirming sex (we almost d*ed sex), fingering, rough PiV, gentle PiV, a dash of angst and fluff

    Summary - sometimes actions speak louder than words

    ———

    It was supposed to be a simple dinner.

    Just a light meal, the shake of some hands - another contract signed, their name crossed off a long list.

    This one had taken a little longer than the others, a mid-level mix of smugglers and hunters - fairly new to the planet but a common name on Jabba’s roster.

    With the event being more a formality than anything else, you had sat in on it - draped in a pretty gown normally too luxurious for the arid desert atmosphere. Sandwiched near the head of the table, you sat just to the right of Fennec, your back tall and straight against the carved chair. Idly picking at the remains of your meal, silently wondering how much longer they could draw the evening out.

    But you hadn’t know, hadn’t suspected that there was something much more sinister at work.

    You didn’t even see who moved first, your gaze locked on Boba instead, your palm propping your chin up as he ran through the final details his offer. Zoning out to the chatter around you, too lost in the deep rumble of his voice, the way his lips moved to form carefully-picked words, each one to the point and perfectly precise.

    All you knew is that they were fast, but Fennec and Boba were faster. Boba barely moves, anticipating the attack as soon as the man half-way down the table twitches, his arm shifting to the side so the blast scorches by the edge of his skin instead of a direct hit.

    And it’s then that all bets are off, Fennec is on her feet, one hand already raising her rifle as the other is shoving at you, pushing you beneath the cover of the table.

    Your movements are delayed, unpracticed and inexperienced as you scramble underneath, hands scraping over stone and shattering glass, until you can press against one of the wide legs, your arms pulled up over your head in protection.

    With your eyes closed, all you could see was the blazing fire in Fennec’s eyes, the twisted snarl of Boba’s face as he had leapt to his feet, the high-backed chair clattering to the floor behind him.

    The room was loud, too loud, shouts and the thuds of furniture and bodies and the sharp screeches of blaster fire, until suddenly, it all went silent.

    You’re too scared to look just yet - your mind spinning, the sounds still echoing, blocking out the quiet discussion in front of you.

    “Take her and get out of here.”

    A hand touching a forearm, the leveled look of two people having a silent discussion. A short shake of a head.

    “No, she should go with you. I’ll clean this up.”

    A strong hand hauls you to your feet, and you’re almost tripping over them as you’re pulled down the hallway.

    “We need to move. Keep close to me, cyare,” You find your balance with his quiet request, pulling yourself together in time to make it up the stairs, into the safety of the bedroom the second the doors swish open with a swipe of his thumb against the panel.

    The door is closing a second later, and he’s crowding you against the wall, hands cupping your chin to peer into your eyes, twisting your face one way, and then the other.

    Your vision is filled with the tight set of his jaw as his eyes sweep over you, fingertips mapping the same trail, brushing down limbs, looking for injuries.

    His eyes catch on your hands, patches where your palms are scraped raw against the stone floor, the bruise blossoming on your forearm when you collided with the table when you were pushed down to cower underneath.

    As if they were anything serious, as if they could compare to what your eyes had already picked up on - the singed, wet spot on his upper arm, just below the edge of his pauldron. Your fingers reach for it, but his sharp voice cuts you off.

    “Leave it.”

    Your hand drops to the fabric at his elbow, fingers twisting in the dark fabric, wrapping around the thick flesh and muscle beneath, needing to hold on to something.

    It’s silent for a long moment, Boba finally satisfied that you hadn’t taken a bolt yourself - that yes, the men were horrible but not so much as he had thought.

    Not knowing what to say, your eyes search his face, but he’s lost, eyes staring into a place you can’t see, leveled at the stonework just to the side of your ear. His chest expands against yours, a suck of air he seems to hold for a long time, before quietly exhaling.

    “I don’t know what I was thinking,” Boba’s words are quiet, more of an admission to himself than anything else, “A gesture of good faith gone wrong. But I never make the same mistake twice.”

    Your hands smooth over his shoulders, fingers tracing the thick edge to his armor. The corners of your lips curl up, trying to draw him back out, “I thought you didn’t make mistakes.”

    But he refuses, not meeting your gaze, “I did tonight, cyare.”

    He blinks when you lean to kiss him, lips pressing against a cheek, hand smoothing down to his chest as you try to find the right words, “It’s not your fault that say acted so dishonorably. Attacking you after sitting at your table and breaking bread - they were the ones that made the mistake.”

    When he doesn’t answer, you try to soothe him, telling Boba that the plans for the treaty will work out - that there’s plenty of other groups he can meet with. His returning look is dark, and you can’t help but feel like you don’t understand - that you’re missing something.

    His look sharpens, voice sounding far away as he all but breathes out the words, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”

    “You didn’t, they did.” You answer fiercely, your words sharp enough that finally he looks down, and sees you.

    His brave, selfless girl.

    This time when he touches your face, it’s with a different intent, his fingers tipping up your chin so his lips can meet yours. You melt against him, fingers twining in the fabric at his cowl to keep him close, parting your lips for him when his tongue brushes at the seam.

    “Verd’ika,” the word is a soft rumble, his hips pressing against yours as he pins you against the wall, “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

    Thick fingers - calloused and scarred with time - catch your wrist, drawing your hand down. He traps you against him, your hand cupping the hard length of his cock, straining against the front of his robes. Your fingers close around him and he moans low in his throat, his hips shifting forward, pressing himself against your palm.

    “Don’t know what I’d do, if-“ he doesn’t finish the words, can’t or won’t - you’re not sure - before he’s hauling you away from the wall, walking you back towards the bed with purpose.

    It’s only a half-dozen steps before the backs of your knees are hitting the frame, before you’re tumbling clumsily against the mattress. Fingers working in tandem with his to rid both of yourself of clothes, peeling back layer after layer until you’re exposed.

    Pushing up on your elbows, you move back towards the head of the bed, and he follows, cock hanging heavily between his legs as he pulls himself to hover over you, head dipping to taste your mouth again, fingers trailing along the flesh of your hip as he makes his way between your thighs.

    You’re wet for him, slick and needy, his fingers pushing in easily, and you sigh into his mouth, hips shifting and seeking for more.

    Even with a second finger working in, it’s hard to ignore the tremor in your limbs, your mind trying not to think of the danger you just escaped. Something - not like anxiety, but close - is rolling off Boba in waves, and it’s hard not to feed on it, so you throw yourself into his touch, into the stretch as he works a second finger inside, down to the knuckle.

    “Need you,” you moan against his neck, and you know he needs you too, can tell from the shift in his hips as he grinds himself against your thigh.

    Fingers withdrawing, he lines himself up, but there’s no teasing this time - no sweeping of his tip through your folds, just the feeling of pressure as he pushes into you.

    Your gasp is sharp as you take him, feeling the stretch of his thick length, the way he always feels so big - no matter how many times you’ve had him.

    Boba’s hips thrust until he’s buried, until he’s seated fully in you, his weight pressing you into the soft mattress, trapping you hip-to-hip against him. Your thighs spread eagerly, legs lifting to hook your calves around his thick waist, muscles clenching to pull him even closer.

    Boba fucks you like he’s got something to prove, a soft huff of breath with each of his thrusts, his cock spearing deep until his hip presses flat against yours. You spurn him on with your moans, each one ragged, the wet squelch of your cunt as you take and take filling the room.

    “Harder,” you grit out, ignoring the sharp pain blooming across your palms when they flatten in his shoulder, your voice breaking on a “yes” when his speed slows, shifting into a rough rut of hips that sends the headboard banging against stone.

    You crave it - it’s rough and messy, fingers grabbing on a bit too tightly, the breath almost forced out of you with each thrust. When you kiss him your teeth catch on his lip, and he all but growls, his shoulder pressing yours down into the mattress as he flattens himself further against you.

    Tonight he’s going to wrench your orgasm from you - you can feel the pleasure mounting, the pounding of his cock against that spot sending tears to your eyes from just how good it feels.

    How alive you feel, in this moment.

    The swirling of pleasure and pain, both at once and together - anything you can get to ground yourself. The word is plucked from your mind as if it is meaningful.

    Oh.

    And it’s that word that does it - hitting you like a ton of duracrete as the pieces rearrange to make sense. That his frustration and anger weren’t at the deal gone wrong. That it wasn’t the future of his empire that he was currently concerned with.

    You had been worried when the fight broke out, but you knew that Boba and Fennec would be okay. They always went out, and always came back - sometimes with bumps and cuts, but they always did.

    It terrified you at first, and it still did sometimes - but you’d learned how to compartmentalize it, how to keep focused when they came back all banged up.

    It never occurred to you that he might not know how to handle the same situation in reverse.

    That he might have even been… scared.

    This last realization is like a cool splash of water, waking you up with a gasp, your lungs filling with air as the fire goes out of your eyes in an instant.

    “Oh,” you sigh again, eyes going soft and affection settling warm and low in your stomach.

    His head is buried in the crook of your neck, your face tilts to the side to press a kiss to his cheek. Fingers leave his shoulder to cup his jaw, urging him up until his lips are against yours.

    You let him taste you, his tongue hot and needy against your lip, until you part for him and he can press inside.

    The harsh lines of his face soften when pulls back, when he sees your gentle look, the way your lips curve in a smile.

    “I’m okay,” you breathe, searching his eyes, and you can see it now, the small spark of worry buried deep in their warm depths.

    Your fingers entwine with his, pulling his hand down to the curve of your breast, to where your heart thuds steadily alongside his, “We’re okay.”

    He exhales, and it feels like he’s been holding that breath since the two of you first stepped into the room.

    The sharp snap of his hips slow, your legs unhook from his waist, and then you’re moving together, gentle rocking and undulating as you fit together perfectly.

    It’s then that he works a hand down between the silky press of flesh, fingertips dragging over your hip, your mound, until they reach the soft place where you’re joined.

    Your breaths turn into a gasp when his fingers run over your folds, slicking them up before circling your clit. His hips roll against yours in time with his fingers, encouraged by the way your palm flattens against the meat of his shoulder, fingernails pressing in to form sharp imprints he’ll wear with pride.

    It’s no time at all before he has you on the edge again, and you’re begging for it, for him. He’s lost in your sweet encouragement, the way his name sounds on your lips, asking him to, “Make me cum, Boba, please-“

    And he’d do anything for you, so he does, coaxing the heat coiling in your stomach, drawing it out with his fingers, his mouth against yours until it bursts. Until your vision darkens, your breath caught in your chest as you clench around him, head tilting back against the pillows.

    The sweet, tight pulse of your cunt is like a chain reaction - his lips curling into a snarl so like the one before, a jagged groan punching from his lungs as his rhythm stalls.

    Thick hands curl against your shoulders, pulling you to meet him as he pushes deep, only managing another shallow thrust before he’s spilling into you.

    He swells and pulses inside you, thighs clenching as you take him, until your tight heat milks out every drop. Until he’s completely spent, the rage and anger leaching from his bones, until he’s pulling you down sideways against him on the bed.

    You groan when he shifts his hips, slipping from you - you don’t want him to go, you want him to stay close and warm and safe. But instead of leaving, his arm wraps around you, tugging your back to his chest, content to breathe in the scent of your hair in silence.

    But it’s not long before his hands start to wander, fingers smoothing down the curve of your ass, dipping between your legs to nudge your thighs apart. Boba’s fingers brush your lips before pressing two into the mess he made, the sound of your moan drowning out the wet suck of you taking him.

    His fingers press and curl, different than before - intentionally seeking pleasure, reaching for that spot that makes you clench and moan, instead of just working you open in preparation for him.

    “Fuck, your sweet cunt takes me so well,” Boba groans against you, his fingers slick with both your releases, adjusting his palm so his thumb can swipe over your clit.

    Your breath comes in a whine, pushing back against him, fingers fisting in the sheets as you roll your hips, getting lost in the sweet building pleasure in your core.

    A thick arm tucks around you then, forearm pressing into the flesh of your waist until he’s cupping your breast, rolling a taut nipple between fingertips. The additional sensation has your mouth open in a low gasp, eyes screwed shut in blissful concentration.

    His face is buried against your neck, the sound of his panting breath in your ear sending goosebumps skittering across your skin. The soft sounds of his praise peppers his exhales, a rough, “fuck, just like that” when you clench around him sending you higher.

    The barrel of his chest presses against your back, until your breathing matches his, until all you can concentrate on is his fingers and the hard bump of his cock as he grinds it against your ass.

    “Come on, verd’ika. Let me feel your pussy squeeze me,” His voice is low, a rough coax, his breath hot against your neck. “Let me take care of you.”

    And then you hear it, a soft “please”, sounding broken on lips, and it’s then that you feel the taut string snap - your spine going stiff as you arch back against him, your lips parting to moan his name, the first syllable stretching into a soft “oh” as the pleasure courses through your limbs.

    His fingers still as your thighs begin to tremble, but keeps his thumbs circling until you’re thrusting against his hand, hips jerking as he makes you fall apart again. Boba soaks up the soft lilt of your cries, the way you press needily against him until the tingling pleasure ebbs, leaving you boneless this time.

    Boba eases his fingers from you, murmuring a quiet, gruff “good girl” against your skin as he pulls you back against him again.

    It’s easy, now, to drift off - the horror from earlier feeling distant as your limbs grow heavy, the warmth of his body enveloping you. Making you feel safe, feel tucked away and treasured, in this room.

    As your eyes drift closed, laced fingers pulling his hand against your chest, you can barely make out the rough whisper against your skin.

    “Rest now, cyar’ika.”

    “I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

    ———

    A/N - I told myself I would write a little fic for the next BOBF promo, and we got something today so here it is! 💕

    Verd’ika - Mando’a for little warrior
    Cyar’ika - Mando’a for beloved/cherished

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