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  • tetsurousharlot
    25.07.2021 - 5 hours ago

    Warnings: fingering, female reader, unprotected sex, use of the word daddy, use of the word doll, I think that's everything? All characters are in their 20s, choose your own haikyuu character. GIF at the end does not depict reader; it was just the inspiration. There are no reader descriptions.

    He didn't expect to find you in the bath when he got home. Knees up and slightly parted, eyes closed, music softly playing in the room. Quietly shedding all his clothes, shoes left at the door, he makes his way to the bathroom, silently moving to his knees. You jump when you feel his hand softly caress your leg, relaxing only when you hear him croon out a "Relax, doll, it's just me. Let daddy take care of you." Soft moan escaping your lips, you part your legs to allow his hand dip between your v, three fingers entering you, thumb rubbing at your clit. Gasps leaving you, he speeds up the movement of his fingers, working you towards your high. Feeling your pussy clench around his fingers, he pulls them out, bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean of your juices.

    "You taste divine," is all you hear before the water sloshes over the edge of the tub and he's pulling you onto his lap, entering you swiftly, deeply.

    He groans at being encased in the warm, tight feeling of you before gripping your wet, soapy hips, moving you up and down on him.

    "You're taking me so well."

    "My" a kiss to your shoulder "good" a kiss to the other one "doll" a kiss between the swell of your breasts before he latches on to one, tongue swirling against your nipple, your quick pants right in his ear. Feeling his balls start to tighten, he moves a hand to your clit again, rubbing fast to send you over the edge, moments before he cums inside you with a husky groan.

    © 2021 to tetsurousharlot. Do not re-upload to wattpad, ao3, or tiktok. Do not recommend on tiktok.

    #tw flashing #flash trigger warning #haikyuu smut#atsumu smut #Osamu miya smut #suna smut#kuroo smut#kita smut#Bokuto smut#mattsun smut#hanamaki smut#Oikawa smut#Daichi smut#Tendou smut#sakusa smut#meian smut #🦇.feast from the seven headed beast #tw.daddy kink #daddy kink.tw
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  • sweetpxxches
    24.07.2021 - 13 hours ago
    #mild smut warning #Demon!Deimos #asks#anon
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  • sweetpxxches
    24.07.2021 - 13 hours ago
    #mild smut warning #The Auditor#The Sheriff#asks#anon#headcanons #succubus!reader
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  • sweetpxxches
    24.07.2021 - 13 hours ago
    #asks#anon #Demon Madness Combat AU #mild smut warning
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  • sweetpxxches
    24.07.2021 - 13 hours ago
    #oops it was a whole ass fic #asks#anon #tabi x reader #tabi#fnf#smut warning #MY MIND WENT ABOVE AND BEYOND FORGIVE ME ANON
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  • rougeagainstfanpol
    24.07.2021 - 22 hours ago

    just a reminder that if you wanna be post+ you will have to move ALL your fic somewhere else. AO3 is the best imho

    #p#genshin smut#vp #i care abt the ppl who post in that tag so im giving yall a direct warning
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  • tetsurousharlot
    24.07.2021 - 1 day ago

    Just a quick Iwaizumi drabble/thought/testing the waters.

    All characters are 18+. Unprotected sex; wrap it up irl.

    When Hajime got home from a long day at work, he knew he was going to join you a soon as he heard the shower was running. Kicking off his shoes and socks and pulling his shirt off over his head, the only thing left as he stepped into the shower was his black sweatpants. His arms wrapped around your mid-back, he pulls you to him, kissing you deeply, your bare breasts pressing against his chest.

    "Missed you, baby" comes from his mouth before curling three fingers inside you, moving fast to make you cum quickly. Ripping his fingers from you, he sheds his sweatpants and presses your back against the cold shower tile, entering you deeply. "Feel so good, baby. Been thinking about fucking your pussy all day." His strong arms are now gripping your thighs, his pants, along with words of praise and love, are right in your ear as he pulls out slowly until just the head is inside, thrusting back in just as slowly so you can feel every ridge of every vein against your walls, clenching even tighter when he moves a hand to your clit, rubbing slowly in tune with his thrusts.

    Wanting to hear more of your sinful moans, he changes the angle of his hips to hit that spot that makes you clench so tightly around him and speeds up his thrusts, feeling his balls tighten, desperate to fill you up with his cum. Coming down from your highs, he kisses your forehead, telling you "you did so good, baby. Took me so well. I love you so much."

    © 2021 to tetsurousharlot. Do not re-upload to wattpad, ao3, or tiktok. Do not recommend on tiktok.

    #iwaizumi smut#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime smut #🦇.feast from the seven headed beast #tw flashing #flash trigger warning
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  • 3un-j1
    23.07.2021 - 1 day ago

    — putting on a show.

    ⟶ pairing! johnny suh x f!reader

    ⟶ overview! jokingly, you ask johnny if you can ride him without thinking anything of it. little did you know; he hardly took it as a joke.

    ⟶ warning! slight degradation, johnny hinting at voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (if it’s any consolation, johnny has good pullout game 😫‼️) i was trying to hold this in until i released part 2 but i can’t 😟 & johnny unapologetically being a cuck 😀

    ⟶ word count : 2.1k

    ⟶ notes! this took eerily longer than it should have 😁 glad i finally got off my ass though so enjoy my first ever work for this blog! & yes i know, johnny & mark don’t live on the same floor in the dorms 😀 but for the sake of the plot in this, they do! so you’re welcome 😫

    if it wasn’t for the complete needy & desperate look you held as you chased your high, he wouldn’t have felt bad for making you do all the work. truth be told, it was quite amusing for johnny to see you in such a state; face flushed, bottom lip caught between your teeth, & sweat beads forming on your hairline all the while you tried to let out soft moans to entertain your guest in the hall without being too noisy for your other roommates to notice.

    “johnny?” you say, leaning into the doorframe of his gaming room. he hummed in response, looking up from his phone. “can i ride you?” you ask softly. his lips parted momentarily before a big grin broke out onto his face. “do you even have to ask, baby? now get your ass over here.” he cockily replies as his eyes crinkle with dark intent. you sputter; eyes wide & mouth slightly ajar. “what?” he stuck his tongue out teasingly, “cat got your tongue?”

    you roll your eyes but walk over nevertheless. “markie, i’m gonna leave the party, I need to do something really quick. try not to suck too bad without me, guys.” johnny says quickly as mark groans out & the other boys complain before hanging up the discord call & closing his tabs. his hands shrugged your panties down without even so much as a second thought as you wave him off, “wait - shouldn’t we close the door?” breath coming out in soft pants as he chuckles.

    “don’t act like you don’t want it open. i know you, sweetheart. you love this, don’t you?” he smirks, trailing a finger up your slit before stopping at your clit & pressing a soft circle into it as your eyes flutter shut. he grunts softly, “so responsive yet i barely even did anything. oh & look at that - fucking dripping for me.” he taunts, bringing his finger up to drag across your lips before you take it into your mouth.the tip of your tongue dragged along his finger pad as he watched on with dark eyes.

    his hands reached down towards his dark sweats, pulling his lengthy member out of its confinement as you licked your lips in anticipation. “lift yourself up for me, baby.” he smirks. complying as you lift your hips up slightly, his tip running along your slit as you shiver. “ride me, baby.” he smiles devilishly.

    you giggle softly, sinking down onto his length as his eyes momentarily roll back while you let out a soft moan of his name. a loud, long drawn out ‘fuck’ from mark could be heard down the hall while your eyes widen, covering your mouth before beginning to bounce on johnny’s lap. his teeth caught his bottom lip as you worked yourself on his cock. “you’re my little slut, aren’t you baby?”

    “riding me like there’s no tomorrow when mark is just down the hall, huh?” he teased, hands settling on your ass as you moan softly; the increasingly overwhelming feel of his tip hitting your cervix. nevertheless you nod as johnny’s dark chuckle fills the small space between the two of you, “oh yeah? & just what if he were to pass by? would you let him see how much of a cockslut you are for me?” you giggle lightly as a moan passes through your lips, humming eagerly.

    “i’d put on a show for him, johnny. make him desperate for me only to realize ‘m all yours.” you whisper into his ear, tone sick with saccharine. his eyes roll back momentarily as you grind down onto his cock, “fuck, that’d make you happy, wouldn’t it? letting mark watch you & then maybe, just maybe join in?” you bite your lip at the thought, nodding softly.

    “what if i were to ask him, huh? you know sweetheart, he’s been eyeing you for a while now. imagine how happy he’d be to finally have you.” he smirks as you briefly pause your bouncing, looking into johnny’s eyes for any signs of hesitance before sighing shakily. “you’d be okay with that?” your soft tone rings out throughout the room.

    he laughs softly, “as long as i’m in the same room, it wouldn’t be a problem with me.” you give him a toothy smile as the both of you heard slight shuffling in the hall, the sound of someone’s soft breathing just a couple footsteps from the room. you & johnny share a knowing look albeit the wicked smirk on his face showcased something darker. “speak of the devil.” you grin as his hand reaches up to grasp the back of your neck & pulls you forward to whisper softly into your ear.

    “it’s now or never, sweetheart.” you grin once more, beginning to increase your bouncing as the sounds of skin smacking both inside & out the room resonates in the air. “just like that, baby. doing so good.” he mutters softly, face contorted in pleasure as your soft moans become more frequent & high pitched. “fuck, johnny. gonna cum!” you whine needily, his soft laugh echoing throughout the quiet atmosphere.

    “yeah? so close already? needy little slut.” he says as his hand sneaks down, past your skirt which was pushed up to your waist & right to your clit; making the slightest contact with your lips as you lean your foreheads together. rubbing small, encouraging circles on the bundle of nerves before speeding up as the chair squeaks from your bouncing.

    & you know what? call johnny what you want but seeing in this manner satisfied him beyond comparison. seeing how you worked so hard to get off while he simply sat back & enjoyed the view was one of johnny’s favorite things. & over the hushed moans & quick pants belonging to you & johnny, you could hear faint heavy breathing & slight sound of skin smacking over mark’s occasional grunt of pleasure.

    come to think of it, just the thought of mark, one of johnny’s closest friends & fellow members; listening in on what you & johnny were doing, would have your legs shaking should you stand up. you didn’t know if it was whether the fact johnny approved of the idea with mark or the feel of him bucking up into you but something about it spurred you on.

    “tell me baby,” this time he spoke up, so sure that mark could hear him if he really was just right beside the door, “how bad do you want me to ask mark, huh?” & at the mention of his own name, mark paused his hand’s pumping of his cock, stopping to listen. “how bad do you want me to ask him?” you whine loudly, “don’t make me say it out loud-“ a tsk from johnny cuts you off. “say it.”

    you scoff lightly, panting as you answer him without so much as a second thought, “i want you to ask mark if he could fuck me, johnny. imagine how many times he could make me cum just with his fingers. after all, he does play guitar.” mark’s shock was ephemeral in the end, a groan almost coming out straight from his chest. “yeah? what if he needed more convincing, huh? would you beg him?”

    you laugh in disbelief, “fuck yeah i’d beg him, johnny. i’d get on my knees & praise him until he finally touched me right here.” you grinded down onto johnny’s cock as he grunts softly. he pulls you down with his other hand, whispering into your ear, “you only get to cum when i do. putting on a show, remember?” he smirks devilishly as you roll your eyes exasperatedly while he raises his brows. “tapping out already?”

    you whine, “tired of bouncing, johnny. my thighs hurt, why don’t you bend me over the table or something.” & yet again, another one of johnny’s dark chuckles fills the small space between you. but before you can say another word, johnny has you bent over his desk with your hands behind your back, “you are so lucky other people live here. if we were alone, i wouldn’t stop fucking you until you were crying.” he says, trailing his fingers up your thighs & your ass before landing a small spank as you squeak.

    “typical johnny. always full of empty threats.” you shoot back, a sense of boldness washing over you knowing someone was listening in. “girl you are just asking for it, aren’t you?” he laughs. you scoff in disbelief. “why don’t you shut me up then?” looking back at him with a smirk as he sucks his teeth & shrugs.

    his hand that wasn’t holding yours together reached up, shoving them in your mouth as he began to snap his hips into yours. his fingers may have muffled your noises but faint sounds of skin smacking remained; both inside & out of the room. “don’t have shit to say now, huh?” he taunts; although you couldn’t see him, you could see the sick smirk on his face.

    yet his words only spur you on, pushing your hips back into his before he pauses his thrusts. “thought you said you were tired?” he clicks his tongue, “you’re so bad.” he shakes his head before moving once more. this went on for about 10 more minutes. your breathy cries muffled by his fingers, skin smacking, johnny’s taunts & mark’s hefty grunts. this may have been bold on your part but as you drew closer to your sweet release, you pictured mark in your head.

    his brows pinched together in concentration as he worked his cock on his own. his heavy breathing & sweet little grunts. & let’s not forget, his tongue coming out to wet his lips occasionally. just thinking of mark made your throat go dry, made butterflies go straight to your tummy, & your walls clench around johnny repeatedly.

    “you’re thinking of him, aren’t you? how much of a cockslut do you have to be to picture one of my friends while i’m fucking you, huh?” he taunts, sheathing himself inside of you entirely as his tip jams into your cervix. your knees nearly went weak at the feel as you cried out johnny’s name, whining out for him to let you cum. your words almost incoherent from how fucked out you were, you noticed it & apparently, so did he.

    “you wanna cum? go on then, seems as if you’ve earned it.” he hums. a broken moan flowing out from your lips as you clench around his length, making him grunt & freeze. pleasure rattling your bones in the midst of mark’s faint curses down the hall. the both of you seemed to forget there was anybody out there to begin with, johnny’s mind being clouded by thoughts of how tight you were & your mindless babbling didn’t seem to help.

    at this point, you were speaking gibberish; shaking in overstimulation as johnny neared his release. his thrusts got even more erratic, losing rhythm until he ultimately pulled out. his hand worked his length as he groaned in pleasure, his face scrunching up as ropes of cum painted your ass & part of your skirt.

    & speaking of the skirt, the feel of him finally cumming snapped you back to reality as you whined. “you just came on my skirt! i just washed this!” he shrugs. “well forgive me for having the best pullout game possible. yeah you’re welcome by the way.” he rolls his eyes as you scoff exasperated.

    “you’re ridiculous.” he sucks his teeth, obviously challenged. “rich coming from my girlfriend who i just gave an amazing orgasm to.” you wave him off as he laughs at his own joke. “you’re so stupid, johnny.” you adjust your shirt, before walking to the dresser in the corner of the room. grabbing a pair of johnny’s boxers & a hoodie as he raises his eyebrows in confusion.

    “what are you doing?” you shrug, “isn’t it obvious? i’m gonna go shower.” & at the mention of you going to shower, mark snaps out of whatever post-orgasm bliss he was experiencing as he pulls his sweats up & bolts to his room, not wanting to be caught.

    the one thought remaining in johnny’s head is the talk you & him had last week. conveniently, today was the only day you, johnny & mark were in the dorm; the other boys off recording. a knock interrupted mark’s daydream as he got up to open his door. “we need to talk, markie.” johnny teases as the younger one sputters. “i- uh- yeah come in.” he ushers the tall boy into his room. “okay, how do i say this.” johnny thought out loud, his hand coming to run through his hair.

    “i want you to fuck my girlfriend.” he smiles so innocently, it almost made mark feel better. “you want me to what? i-“ johnny cut off mark’s stuttering. “i see the way you look at her, you don’t hide it very well, by the way. also you think i don’t know you were outside my room last week?” he smirks. “i- it’s not what it looks like, i swear!”

    “see?” johnny gestures towards mark’s panicked state. “that right there. first of all, i didn’t clarify what i meant by standing outside my room, you assumed. second of all, you’re a terrible liar.” mark eventually gives up as johnny sharply stares at him. “so you in or not?” mark shakes his head in disbelief, “you’re actually serious?” johnny rolls his eyes, “no i’m joking & this is prank for jcc. of course i’m serious, mark. yes or no?” a soft laugh from mark rang through the air, “is that even a question? yes.”

    Ⓒ 𝟑𝐔𝐍-𝐉𝟏 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

    𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

    #read the warnings #kpop smut#nct smut #nct u smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut#johnny suh#johnny seo#seo youngho#nct johnny #nct 127 johnny
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  • casey-the-writer
    22.07.2021 - 2 days ago
    #art#nsft#drawings #read the warnings #minors dni#my art #sorry this is late I got nervous to post it 🥺👉👈 #smut art#nsft art
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  • sweetpxxches
    22.07.2021 - 2 days ago
    #smut warning #Demon!Deimos #Demon!Sanford #asks#anon
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  • mmvalentine
    22.07.2021 - 2 days ago

    Fifty-Six | Feysand

    Ahhh it's time!! It’s @asteria-of-mars’s birthday and I have cooked up 7k words of smut for the occasion because she’s the light of my life. Posting all 3 parts today because it's a special occasion, this is part one and here's part 2 and part 3!

    This is my canon divergence of ACOMAF post ch 55 because SJM really said “it could take Rhys a month to get used to the bond” and then ??sent them all off to war???? Based an old request Liz sent me for “fresh mating bond rhys”. It’s… it’s just smut. That's it that's the whole thing.

    Chapter 1: Rhys in the morning

    Rhys and Feyre returned to the town house, and to real life. Feyre hadn’t wanted to leave the cabin, could quite happily have stayed there for the rest of their natural lives, actually, but then again, by this point Velaris was as much a part of her as Rhys was and she would not abandon it.

    So, home then, with the entirely agreeable compromise of moving into Rhys’s bedroom.

    “You’ll… you’ll want your own space, though?” she had asked him, remembering how Tamlin had always kept his own room. Rhys had stared at her, bewildered at the suggestion.

    “From you? No. Never. Not unless you need it.” Feyre’s lips formed a shy smile, and she shook her head. “Good,” said Rhys. “Because I already had all your stuff shifted into my room.”

    When they got home, the inner circle had cleared out.

    “Hello?” Rhys called. The empty house echoed it back to him. Feyre stood behind him, looping her arms around his waist and propping her chin on his shoulder. He lowered his mind shields for her, as he reached out to the others.

    Hey where’d everyone go? he sent out.

    We just thought you’d like some… privacy, Mor’s voice floated back.

    Ain’t no way I’m hanging around there while you two are still honey-mooning, came Cassian.

    You do know we have our own houses, Amren said.

    Feyre snorted. “Since when?” she said out loud.

    Well, Rhys said, you’re all welcome to come over for breakfast tomorrow, he said. We haven’t seen you all week.

    Rhys turned around in Feyre’s arms.

    “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she asked.

    “Sure I’m sure,” Rhys said, sliding her wrists around his neck and stroking over her hips. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

    “Well,” Feyre replied. Rhys started walking her backward while he moved the tip of his nose against the side of her neck. “We have just been mated,” she pointed out. Her back hit the side of the stair case, harder than might have strictly been necessary.

    “Yeah, so?” Rhys asked, pressing his thigh between her legs and lifting her up against the wooden panels.

    “So,” Feyre gasped, as his tongue hit her throat and his hands pushed her dress up her thighs. “Is it really the best time to have visitors?”

    “They’re our family,” Rhys replied, hands roving over her backside as she fumbled with the fastening of his trousers. “Don’t you want to see them?”

    “Well yes,” Feyre ground out, while Rhys’s slid between her legs. “But we might not be in the best… state.”

    “And what state is that?” Rhys asked, lifting her wrists above her head and pressing her further back with his body.

    Feyre just looked pointedly down where his hard cock was straining out of the top of his open pants. Rhys looked too.

    “Oh this?” He pulled it free and then sank straight into Feyre without any more preamble. They both groaned at the sensation. Rhys panted for a second. “We’ll just have to get it out of our system before they get here.” And then he proceeded to fuck her against the wall with her legs around his hips and her hands holding onto the stair case balusters.

    Rhys and Feyre spent the rest of the day in their bedroom. Almost the rest of the day- they also spent some time on the staircase because after the wall they tried to go upstairs but Feyre was walking in front of Rhys and every time she took step her ass swayed in Rhys’s face. He made it nearly ten steps before he was grabbing at her hips, and her hands and knees hit carpeted stairs, and he had one hand on the bannister and the other in her hair as he pounded her from behind.

    When they finally got to the bedroom, Feyre looked around and saw that Rhys had indeed moved all her things in. She thought it might look like she was visiting, or might crowd his space. But his things had been rearranged too, so it didn’t look like his old room, and nothing looked out of place here. It looked… right.

    “Do you like it?” Rhys said behind her. He scooped her hair off her neck and draped it over one shoulder, so he could kiss the bare skin on the other side.

    “Yes,” she answered, smiling. “It looks like… ours.”

    Rhys’s fingers deftly pulled apart the fastenings of her dress as she stared around herself, and when she turned to him it pooled at her feet. Rhys’s pupils blew out, and a growl rolled from his throat. His hands were everywhere, touching every square inch of her skin.

    “I like the sounds of that,” he said roughly. “Now why don’t we go see if anything’s changed on our bed, too?”

    The next morning, Rhys woke Feyre with his tongue between her legs.

    Feyre was sleeping a dreamless sleep, which had been the case since she had started sleeping next to Rhys. No nightmares, no nothing. Just a deep and restful darkness that reminded her of her mate and kept her safe all night.

    And so she tumbled from a peaceful slumber and woke on the edge of climax, limbs heavy and warm from bed. The hot skin of Rhys’s hands was stroking her belly, contradictingly soothing above his wicked tongue. He was flicking back and forth over Feyre’s clit, eyes watching her the whole time.

    Morning, lover, he murmured in her mind.

    Feyre was completely beyond coherent thought, both not awake enough and too aroused to answer.

    Sleep well? he asked.

    “Mmmm,” was all she could muster. Rhys slid two fingers inside her, and her hips arced up off the bed.

    I just thought, Rhys said, tongue never slowing, that maybe you should come first thing in the morning. His fingers curled, rubbing against that spot inside her and indeed Feyre’s orgasm was dancing right in front of her eyes.

    So are you going to do it? He asked her, twisting his wrist. Are you going to wake up and come on my tongue?

    “Yes,” Feyre breathed.

    Good girl. Do it now, come for me.

    It was so, so easy. As soon as the words hit her mind, her body responded and her climax licked up her spine in a rush. She moaned her mate’s name and then he was moving up, and sliding into into her before she could come down.

    “Fuck Feyre,” Rhys groaned. She barely heard it, was already coming again as he fucked her, unhurried and shivering at the way her orgasm squeezed around his cock. He pressed wet, lazy kisses into her throat and the rhythm of his hips was slow and rolling.

    “Gods you feel like heaven,” he murmured. “Could do this all day long. Could keep you here in this bed forever.”

    “Not forever,” Feyre giggled breathlessly. “We’ve got breakfast guests.”

    “They can wait,” Rhys said. And then he put his teeth on her nipple and hooked her leg over his elbow, and she didn’t care about visitors anymore. Rhys didn’t speed up but at this angle he was hitting so deep it knocked the breath from her with every stroke. And Feyre was more than willing to put away the rest of the world for this Rhysand, for the languid and unrushed Rhysand, for the Rhysand who had nothing on his mind but his mate.

    Feyre laced her fingers together behind Rhys’s neck, and pulled his mouth to hers. His hand hit the bedhead, and she reached for his wings when his hips started stuttering. Stroked her fingers along the underside in time with the way they moved, until he was coming with his teeth in her neck.

    Rhys shuddered over her, and her knees gripped his ribcage while his hipbones bruised her. He collapsed next to her, and lay there with his eyes closed and his lips moving at her temple.

    “Good morning,” she returned at last. Rhys chuckled.

    “It is a good morning,” he said. He moved his hand to skim up and down her side. Made circles over her hip, smoothed the flat of his hand over her backside, curved his fingers to reach around between her legs.

    “Mmm,” Feyre sighed. Rhys kissed her, and trailed his fingers over her pussy from behind. “But seriously,” she said against his lips. “You invited people around.”

    “What people?” Rhys asked absently, putting his mouth on her shoulder and sucking to leave a mark.

    “Your dear family, remember?”

    Rhys moved along her collarbone, leaving another mark. “Our family, dearest.”

    “They’re yours before eight in the morning,” Feyre said, arching her back as Rhys pulled a third bruise up over her heart.

    “It’s half past nine,” Rhys murmured, and Feyre sat up suddenly.

    “It’s what?! Rhys, we were supposed to be downstairs a half hour ago!” She threw back the covers and walked cross the room looking for clothes.

    “I know,” Rhys said, leaning back against the headboard. “But you looked so mouth-watering I decided I didn’t need breakfast.”

    “Well you have to show up for the people you asked here,” Feyre hissed, grabbing one of Rhys’s sweaters from an armchair and pulling it on. Rhys swung his legs over the side of the bed.

    “Gods you look sexy wearing my clothes,” he said, and tugged her back so she was standing between his legs.

    “Rhys,” she said.

    “Feyre,” he mimicked. She dumped a shirt on his head.

    “Get dressed. Now.”

    Rhys let go of her. Reluctantly.

    “Fine,” he grumbled. “It’s not like they need to be shown in or anything, they practically live here.” Feyre ignored him.

    “Now are you sure you’re going to be okay around everyone?”

    “What? Yes of course,” Rhys said.

    “I’ve been told the mating bond can be quite… powerful.”

    “Yes but I’m hardly going to be jealous of my own brothers,” Rhys said, buttoning his shirt. He stood up and tried to kiss the back of Feyre’s neck while she bundled her hair up. She spun and shoved black fabric into his arms.

    “Pants,” she instructed, and Rhys rolled his eyes.

    “Love, I have known these people for centuries, they’re not going to wait for us to start eating. And I’m pretty sure I can handle a little fresh mating bond.” He put his boots on after his trousers, and glanced in the mirror as he ran his hand through his hair.

    “Okay,” Feyre said. “Let’s go then.”

    “Just a second,” Rhys mumbled. “I just have to fix…”

    “Your hair is fine, we’re going down.”

    Rhys just snickered as he let his mate lead him downstairs.

    ****

    Happy birthday honey, we're only just warming up.

    MASTERLIST

    TAGLIST: @ghostlyrose2 @highladysith @stardelia @feysand-loml @tillyrubes10 @ratabrasileira @live-the-fangirl-life @maybekindasortaace @annejulianneh111 @thebonecarver @rowaelinismyotp @loosingdreams @whythefuckdoiexist @inejsarrow @swankii-art-teacher @sjmships @courtofjurdan @teddytdr @positivewitch @thalia-2-rose @darling-archeron @rapunzel1523 @fairchildjace @philosophorumaurum02 @story-scribbler @allthecolorsneverseen @asteria-of-mars @fandomstalker27 @realbookloverproblems

    #feysand#feysand fics#acotar #liz's birthday present #smut #oh so much smut #three chapters of straight smut #you have been warned
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  • countessesfailedabortion
    22.07.2021 - 2 days ago

    ✨Finn wittrock and evan peters✨

    (Also this is from my wattpad @ blinkykit)

    !!humiliation!!!filmed masturbation/oral sex!!! dominant finn/evan!!!slight non-con? Ig lmao!!! Finn calls u little one, and evan calls u sweetheart🛐!!

    (Y/ns pov)

    My parents are pretty rich, well, my dad. He makes friends with celebrities all the time, like, Evan Peters and Finn Wittrock. "Bye y/n! Me and your mom will be back tomorrow!" My dad yells while walking out the front door, they're going on some sorta business trip for a night or two. And. A couple of his friends are coming over, which they happen to be some my favorite celebrities. Lucky me. "Bye!" I yell back while walking down the stairs, then into the kitchen. "Only y/n is here. And make yourselves at home, the guest bedroom is upstairs." My dad says from outside. ~they must be here..~ i think to myself, a wave of excitement rushing through me. They wave to my parents and walk inside, quickly setting they're bags by the door temporarily, and slipping they're shoes off.

    We talk for a bit and decide to watch a movie, the thing. A very interesting movie with a bunch of gore. But, i guess they got bored half way through. Or, just thought messing with me was better.

    I was in between both of them, making matters worse. Evan puts his hand on my thigh, rubbing it. My eyes widen with shock and embarrassment. Evan looks at finn, then back at me, almost signaling finn to look at me. They both chuckle, embarrassing the fuck out of me. I awkwardly smile at evan, then look back at the movie. "Aw. Someone must be embarrassed. Hm?" Finn asks. Evan laughs, then moves his hand slightly higher. Im frozen, wouldn't even be able to move if i wanted to. "Cat got your tongue?" Evan asks. I shake my head no the best i can, my heart pounding out of my chest. Im in a place i never wanted to be in, embarrassed by my celebrity crushes. "Then say something, sweetheart." Evan demands, his free hand grabbing my face and making me look at him. "I.. i don't know what you want me to say..." i mumble out. They both laugh at my pathetic response.

    "Aw, your face is so red.. wanna know what else i could make red?" Evan asks. The realization sinks in, i open my mouth to say something, but the words won't come out. How do i respond to that? Finn softly chuckles. Evan lets go of my face. "Wanna put on a little show for us?" Evan asks. "What do you mean?" I mumble out. "Stand up." Evan demands. I slowly stand up, im wearing a crop top and shorts. "Take your shorts off." Finn says. I slowly slip my shorts off, left in my underwear and crop top. "Now your shirt." Finn commands. I obey, slowly taking my shirt off. I tightly hold my hands together in front of me, slightly trying to cover my tits. Finn leans toward Evan to say something, they both laugh after. ~this is so fucking embarrassing..~ Evan then grabs his phone, then starts videotaping me. "Touch yourself." Evan demands. I hesitate for a moment, then slide my hand down my underwear. I slowly rub little circles on my clit. "No no no, sweetheart. Finger yourself." Evan giggles out. Finn laughs. I slowly slide my finger down farther and push it inside myself. "Good girl." Evan praises.

    I slowly move my finger in and out of myself.

    I finger myself for a little longer. Evan stops recording, setting his phone down. "Stop." Evan demands. I quickly stop, pulling my hand out of my underwear. Evan whispers something toward Finn. My heart races faster every time they do that. "Come here." Evan says. I slowly walk up to him, my hands in front of me. "Turn around." He demands. I obey, turning around. He grabs my waist, pulling me down on his lap, then unclipping my bra, and yanking it off of me.

    Evan holds onto me. Finn stands up, and walks in front of me. He reaches down and hooks his fingers around my panties, then quickly pulls them off. I whimper. "Spread her legs apart." Finn demands towards Evan. Evan grabs thighs, quickly pulling them towards me and apart, my heels almost touching my ass as my feet rest on evans thighs. I swallow my spit, my heart pounding out of my chest.

    Finn gets on his knees in-between mine and evans legs. He pulls me closer, gently kissing my inner thighs. I tightly close my eyes as he slowly gets closer to my cunt. I attempt to close my legs, Evan quickly spreading them apart again. "Ah ah ah little one, you gotta keep these legs open for me." Finn explains in response. His hand then makes its way to my upper thigh, trailing up it. My eyes jump open from the sudden contact of his fingers now on my clit. I gasp, once again trying to close my legs but not being able to break out of Evans grip on them. "Do that again. I dare you sweetheart." Evan whispers towards me, his voice calm yet demanding.

    "Put your hand over her eyes." Finn demands.

    Evan places his hand over my eyes, my hands move to his wrist, lightly grabbing it. Finns hands then grabs my thighs. "Sense someone can't keep her legs open, ill have to do it for her." Finn says, aggressively spreading my legs apart, farther than they were in the first place.

    He once again starts kissing my inner thighs, this time making his way towards my cunt much quicker. His tongue roughly pushes against my clit, then trails down my slit. My legs uncontrollably attempt to close as a soft whimper escapes my lips. He tightens his grip for a moment, his nails digging into my skin. Evan laughs. "What did i tell you? Hm?" Evan asks. "I.. fuckk..." i start, finn cutting me off by pushing his tongue into my pussy. "You what?" Evan whispers. "Im... ah.." i mumble out. "Mumble again and ill really destroy that pretty little pussy of yours. Now, you what?" Evan asks, the ss on pussy being pronounced more aggressive than the rest.

    I swallow my spit. "Im sorry...mm.." he chuckles, his hand moving off my eyes. Evan then places his hands on my stomach, closing watching finn move his tongue in and out of my cunt. I squirm around a little as Finns tongue rubs against a sensitive spot. Finn looks up at Evan, Evan smiles back at him.

    Finn then quickly pulls his tongue out of me. "Why don't we try something else." Finn says, slapping my thigh twice, then pulling himself off the ground. He reaches his hand out in front of me, signaling me to grab it. I grab it, my fingers wrapping around his. He pulls me up.

    He pulls me closer by my waist, his body now super close to mine. He places his hands on my shoulders, and turns me around so im facing Evan. He leans down, his head almost resting on my shoulder. "Suck him off." Finn whispers in my ear. I take a deep breath though my mouth. Finn walks me right up to Evan, then pushes me down on my knees.

    Evan unbuckles his belt, then unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down, then moves his hand to the back of my head. "Aw come on, don't be shy sweetheart." Evan says, his free hand gently stroking his cock. Finn gets down on his knees behind me, gently moving my hair out of my face. I wrap my mouth around the tip of Evans dick. "See? Not so hard." Evan mumbles out, his hand moving from his cock, to his thigh. Evan pulls me closer, sliding himself deeper inside my mouth. Finn pulls his phone out from his pocket ~fuck..~

    Finn then places his hand on the back of my head, resting on Evans. He pushes my farther on Evans cock. I gag, drool now starting to fall out of my mouth. Evan groans, his hand tightening its grip on my hair, and pulling me closer. I gag again. Finn starts filming me, my eyes shut tightly "aw come on, don't be camera shy little one." Finn says, making my stomach fill with butterflys.

    "Open your eyes for the camera, sweetheart."

    I keep them closed, im way to embarrassed to open them. Finn moves the phone closer to my face. "Make her deep throat you." Finn demands. Evan pushes my head farther on his cock, sliding it down my throat. "Mm fuckk." Evan moans out. I gag loudly, my eyes closing tighter. Finn stops recording. "Hm. Should we send this to her father? Show him how much of a slut his daughter is?" Finn asks. My eyes quickly open with panic. "Should we, little one?"

    I quickly shake my head no as much as i can. "No? You don't want him to see how good you're deep throating my cock?" Evan asks. Finn chuckles. "Speaking of deep throating, lets see if you can take all of him." Finn says with a smirk. I look at Finn with wide eyes, then at Evan. Finn places his hand on the back of my head once again, slowly pushing me on Evans dick, sliding it deeper down my throat. I whimper, making more drool fall out of my mouth. A deep groan comes from the back of Evans throat as finn pushes me farther. A tear falls from my eye, i try to breathe normally, but, thats almost impossible as Evans size fills my mouth and throat.

    Finn pushes me as far as i can go, then slowly slides me back and forth, my drool coating Evans cock. Evans grip on my hair becomes tighter, moving me back and forth, causing a small whine to come from my mouth. Finns hand moves from my head, to my shoulder. "Looks like you can." Finn says, slightly with the 'dandy mott' tone in voice. Evan continues to move my head, his cock slightly twitches as more and more moans escape his lips.

    "Uh f-fuck." Evan moans out, pulling me almost all the way off his cock, only the tip being in my mouth as he releases, his cum filling my mouth. My drool mixes with his cum as he slowly pulls completely out. I attempt to get up without swallowing, Finns pushes me back down. "Swallow." Finn demands. I don't swallow. ~i just wanna spit it out.~ "You heard him, swallow my cum." I slowly swallow, slightly gaging. They laugh. "Good little slut." Evan praises, pulling his pants back up.

    I reach besides me to grab my underwear. Finn slaps my hand, making me quickly back away.

    "Aw come on, you didn't think we where done with you, right?" Evan asks.

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  • harry-fairy
    22.07.2021 - 3 days ago

    caught | h.s.

    warning: smut, daddy kink, degradation, praise, swearing

    imagine yourself as violet. she’s babysitting her college teacher and lover’s kid, cole. harry’s going out with his wife, anna, in hopes to salvage his marriage. harry is aware of his wife’s affairs and she’s aware of his past ones. harry’s getting ready to leave for his date with her now.

    i hop out of my mom’s car, waving goodbye to her as i close the door. i walk up the sidewalk to harry's front door, knocking on it as i approach it.

    i wait patiently, knocking again after a minute or so. the door finally opens, and harry smirks at me from behind it. i smile at him and step into the house, his wife already yelling.

    "anna, just fucking go out to the car, i'll be a minute!" harry yells back at her, and i see her rushing down the stairs, pushing past me as she goes.

    “don't take too long," she snaps before leaving, making harry groan. i giggle as we walk into the kitchen, tyler no where to be found.

    “where's cole?" i ask, and harry pulls me into a hug, taking me by surprise. he presses my back against the counter, bending his head down to rest it in the crook of my neck.

    "my wife's driving me insane, and you aren't helping me anymore than she is," he says, confusing me.

    "i'm not helping you?" i question, and he shakes his head before letting me go.

    “you're driving me insane in a good way.” he lazily smiles, placing his hands on my cheeks.

    "oh, that's good, i guess?" i say, and he hums, pressing his lips against mine. i kiss him back, his lips moving in sync with mine passionately. i want to pull away incase cole sees, or even his wife comes back in, but he moves his hands from my face to my body, and i can't stop.

    he runs his hands under my shirt, gripping my sides tightly. he pulls my waist forward before picking me up, placing me onto the counter. our lips part and he moves to kiss my neck, sucking and biting on the skin lightly.

    “the things i could do to you, violet..." he trails off against my skin, and i lift my hand, digging into his hair.

    “please do them, daddy," i whimper.

    “oh, baby, but i have to go." he teases, pulling away from me. i reach for him and grab his hand, seeing the obvious hard on growing in his pants.

    “daddy, you’re making so wet, please come fuck me." i beg, batting my lashes. i spread my legs open further, biting down on my bottom lip, knowing that will keep him here. he looks me up and down, squeezing my hand before coming back over to me.

    “that was the hottest thing you've ever fucking said." he curses, kissing my lips roughly as he pulls off my pants.

    “i need you," i say in the moment, completely and totally blinded by lust.

    “i need you too, my little girl, i always will," he says, going to undo his pants now. i feel my heart racing, his pants dropping around his ankles while mine fall to the floor.

    i've never wanted him more than i do now, and him telling me he'll always need me makes me want him even more.

    “please fuck me, daddy." i moan in his ear, knowing exactly what he wants to hear from me. never would i normally say this, but he's so intoxicating that he's all that's behind my words.

    "you're such a slut," he murmurs, and i find myself getting turned on further by this.

    “then fuck me like one," i say as he grabs my panties, pulling them off of me in one swift motion. he lifts me up and positions me on the counter so that he's is lined up with me, and i grab onto his arms as he slides in, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

    “you're pussy is so tight, baby girl," he rasps in my ear, and i dig my nails into his arms as he pulls out before slamming back into me.

    “just for you, daddy," i moan as he starts to pound into me with no warning. i wrap my arms around his neck and place my head on his shoulder as he hooks his arm around my torso, holding me closer to him. i bite down on my bottom lip to hold in my screams, his dick so big it's practically in my stomach.

    “you take my cock so good, darling, and do you know why that is?" he asks, using his other hand to grab my hair, pulling my head back up from his shoulder.

    “because i'm a slut," i answer, and he smirks, slamming into me harder.

    “who's slut?" he asks, and i whimper because of the overbearing pleasure, my eyes unable to focus on him.

    “i'm your slut, daddy," i say, and he chuckles.

    "say it again," he requests, pulling harder on my hair.

    “i'm your slut, daddy," i moan as he hits my g-spot over and over again, making my entire body become weak.

    “good girl," he praises me, letting go of my hair. i hold onto his shoulder, coming closer and closer to coming each time he pounds into me. i can't believe he hasn't fucked me sooner.

    “yes, daddy!" i shout, and he slams into me one last time, making me cum. my legs shiver and my thighs close as he twitches inside of me, coming.

    my hands grip onto the counter to steady myself, and he pulls out once he's done cumming. he sits me back up onto the counter, and i spread my legs open again, his cum dripping out of me and onto the marble. he smirks as he stares at me, both of us watching him drip out of me. thank god i'm on birth control, i thought.

    “i can't believe i didn't fuck you sooner. that was the best sex i've ever had." he says, boosting my self esteem. i pick up my head, my entire body weak.

    “help me," i say, and he chuckles, picking me up off of the counter. he gently places me on the ground, moving to pull up his pants after.

    "daddy?" i hear, and we both turn our heads, cole standing in the kitchen with us. you're kidding.

    “hey, buddy, what are you doing?!" harry freaks out, pushing me to stand behind him. this can't be happening.

    “i'm telling mom," he says, and harry shoots forward, grabbing him. i bend down and grab my panties and pants, pulling them on.

    "you saw nothing, okay? i was just hugging violet!" harry quickly lies, but the kid isn't young enough to believe that.

    “why didn't she have pants on then?" he asks.

    "i spilled something on them, your dad was just helping me," i quickly lie with harry.

    “you were screaming 'daddy' at him... i don't think he was helping you with a spill." tyler says, and i slam my hand against my forehead.

    harry grabs him and brings him upstairs while i pace back and forth in the kitchen, my panties soaked in harry's cum, making them extremely uncomfortable, but i really didn't have the time to clean myself up.

    “i'll fix this, okay?" harry breathes as he comes back down the stairs, rushing out the door a second after.

    there's no way to fix this.

    #harry styles #harry styles x reader #smut#smut warning #harry styles smut
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  • timextoxhajima
    21.07.2021 - 3 days ago
    #tth.flirty anon #do you want another tag HAHAHAH #hyunjae smut#tbz smut #also fuck im scared w ur sign off #lmao #pls give me a warning if you're planning to drop a bomb on me #also you definitely made a hit #its a whole homerun love #<3
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  • satoruhooraaa
    21.07.2021 - 4 days ago

    Currently reading Totem's Realm, and I AM INLOVE with Shaka. Oh Sera Gi, you're one lucky woman for stumbling upon this one of a kind Tarzan. AHCCCK. 😩

    #totem's realm#shaka#gi sera #i must warn you #smut is evident in the manhwa👀 #its pretty steamy🥵
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  • georgiapeach305132
    21.07.2021 - 4 days ago

    Mr. Freezy Pops, Pt. 5

    Summary: Robert shows you just how much he’s into frozen treats, and you discover what it is that he does.

    Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

    Rating: Explicit

    Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, Smut, Praise kink, bomb pop kink (when it’s Mr. Freezy, it’s a thing), licking, oral sex (F&M receiving), fingering, ice cream sundae kink, sharing, eating ice cream off body parts, possessiveness, degradation, implied PIV sex, sub/dom dynamics 18+ ONLY

    Word Count: 2.5k

    🍦Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11🍦

    Week's pass and you continue your new life with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Another incident of misbehavior doesn’t happen.  He’ll impatiently tsk you if you start toeing the line of not following the rules, and wanting his approval and praise more than ever you correct yourself.  And you love taking care of him, and he rewards you with the most delicious orgasms while he fucks into you with such fervor and need.  

    Taking a nap on the couch you’re awoken by the rustling of paper, and the low moaning of Robert.  He sits on the coffee table, leaning over towards you as he opens up the red, white, and blue bomb pop.  Slowly his fingers peel down the paper, watching your eyes fill with the lust as your pupils over take your eyes.  “What’s the matter Pretty Girl?  Jus’ having a snack.” he whispers while licking his lips.  His tongue that works you so well makes you writhe around, wanting him to touch you so bad.  “Undress yourself.”  Robert’s voice commanding while the bomb pop enters his mouth.

    Not moving fast enough an evil sneer appears on his face, “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.  Whose dirty little slut, are you?” “Yours, Sir.” “Then undress yourself, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”  Quickly you begin removing your suburban housewife clothing.  The soft pastel shades that match perfectly to the ice cream he keeps stocked in the truck.  The truck that he’s refused to let you go in.  You know there’s more to that truck than what he claims, but you would never do anything that would upset your Sir.  With every article of clothing that comes of your skin the swelling in his pants get bigger.

    His mouth continues to suck on the bomb pop watching you intently.  Once completely naked before him, his hand manipulates your body on the couch; feet in the floor, ass as the edge of the cushion, and his hand presses against the swell of your breast, cupping it and pinching your nipple, all the while pushing you to lean back on the back of the couch.

    Kneeling in the floor, he spreads your thighs, securely planting himself center of your waiting core, but denies the touch.  “Please, Sir.” your voice a whimpering mess but he only tsks your whining.  Bringing the bomb pop to your body he trails the frozen treat over your heated skin.  Watching as it melts on contact.  Sticky trails of the confection drip down your curves.  Goosebumps raise along your skin with the chill that the popsicle creates.

    The red dye coats your nipples when he circles the bomb pop around your pebbled peaks.  His bright blue eyes that are one of your favorite features of his, the eyes that only he allows you to fully gaze upon, studies your every movement to the way he moves the dessert over your body.  Bringing the melted popsicle up to your mouth, the most mischievous grin flashes across his face, “Show me how you can suck my cock.  And don’t stop until it’s gone.” You grab up the wilted ice cream, using the pitiful sized stick to turn him on even more, while his tongue licks up the sticky mess on your body.  Humming at the taste of the sickeningly sweet pop mixed with your flavor.  Lips attaching to your body while he gives certain areas more attention, causing reddened bruises to appear on your body.  Marking you as his Pretty Girl, as his perfect little slut.  His eyes never leave your face, watching the care you take in sucking on the treat.   Leaning his body forward he fully sinks himself down to where you had been wanting him.  “Holy shit!” he exclaims after the first swipe of his tongue through your folds.  “My dirty little slut loved me teasing her, didn’t she?”  Still sucking on the slowly dwindling bomb pop you nod, not daring to stop.  “You’ve made a mess on the couch, Pretty Girl.  We’ve got company coming later.  You think he’ll mind sitting here?  He better fucking not.  I’ll shove his face in your mess and make him taste how wet I make her.” You hum at his filthy words to you.  “Would you like him tasting your fucking mess?”  Slowly he enters three fingers in your slicked up channel.  Loving the stretch over his fingers.  He loves trying to stretch you beyond your limits, mixing a bit of pain in your pleasure.  Always assuring yourself that you can take it.  “God you’re such a whore.  My whore.  Feel ‘er flutter around my fingers when I talk dirty to you.” Finally, you finish the pop, holding tightly to the remaining wooden stick, “Love it when you talk dirty to me.” “I know you do.”  Curling his fingers, he rubs over your g spot.  “You love it because you’re my dirty little slut.  Going to have sundaes later for dessert.  You won’t mind letting company have some of our sundaes, would you?”  

    You have no idea who he’s talking about, or why you should care if they eat sundaes at the house, but you nod.  “Yes.  Gonna eat sundaes for dessert.  Fuck...don’t stop.  I’m...right...” your voice trails off as he ruthlessly pumps his thick fingers in you, issuing a toe-curling orgasm.  Pulling him up your body to kiss him.  His tongue immediately enters your mouth, and you lick up the remaining flavor of yourself mixed with the frozen treat.

    “Your turn.”  You tell him, setting him down on the couch.  Your naked body walks into the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream.  Robert’s hand already wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist.  

    “Mmm...” his humming is so low; you moan with the vibrations.  Squeezing out a swirl of whipped cream on his tongue, and smiling at him eating the cream, you plant yourself in between his thighs, kneeling before your Sir, wanting him good and relaxed so you can ask him more about what it is he does.

    Bending the nozzle, you squirt out a stripe up his length.  Your tongue licking up the sweet cream while your eyes watch him.  His hands push back your hair as you continue to kiss and lick up his member.  “Sir?”

    “Yes, Pretty Girl?” his voice so heavy with his lust, you can tell he wants you to fully take his cock into your mouth, but you need answers first.

    “Am I your good girl?”  he nods his head in agreement, his fingers tangle in your hair as he tries forcing you on his cock.  “I want to fully be a part of your life.” smiling at your admittance to being completely with him he pulls you even closer, you lick up the underside of his length, paying extra time with the thick vein.  “You know I adore you.  Love the way you’ve taken care of me.  Made me open my eyes.  You ever going to let me know what it is you do?  I know you don’t just sell ice cream.”

    “I could tell you, but I’d have to...” “You wouldn’t kill me.  Don’t I take care of you to?  Just want to know everything about you.”  Finally, you wrap your lips around his angry cock.  Kitten licking his tip before fully sinking your mouth on him.  Pushing down until you feel his tip hit your tonsils.  Rolling your eyes up to watch him.

    “I wouldn’t kill you.”  his voice thick and heavy like his cock in your mouth.  You bob your head on him, still watching his face contort with the pleasure you give him.  “I would kill for you.  You understand?” you hum a yes, feeling his cock twitch with the low vibrations.  “That’s what I do.  Take care of people, when it’s asked of me.  Good at what I do.  Now, that you’re fully in.  You are my queen, and I will make sure you’re treated with respect.”

    Usually while aroused he speaks with such anger and filth; in this moment he is nearly tender.  Once he realizes how sweet he’s being his tone changes.  “Now, be a good little slut.  Make me cum.”  Robert’s hands grip tightly on your head, shoving you down on his cock and bringing you back up at the speed he deems perfect.  Using your mouth to fuck him.  Not caring that your gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat harshly.  Not caring about the saliva that falls from your lips, creating strings, connecting your mouth to the base of him.  Tears sting your eyes, and you love it.  Love how demanding and controlling he is with you.  Anything that you could possibly think of he wants to take care of it.  Willing to kill for you.  

    “Taking me so well.  So.  Fucking.  Well.”  You feel him quiver on your tongue, and see the tightening in his abs, knowing he’s close.  Before he shoots his load in the back of your throat he pulls out, painting the swell of your tits.  “Wanted to do that, just for this.”  You’re not sure where the spoon came from, but he holds one in his hand, scraping up the thick creamy spend off of you, spooning it into your waiting mouth.  “Good girl.”

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    Your back flat on the kitchen table, nothing on but your panties, you watch Robert skillfully scoop up different flavors of ice cream, placing it around your chest.  Building himself the perfect ice cream sundae on your body.  “Gonna have to hold still,” he warns, replacing a scoop that you wiggled off.  As it melts it creates creamy streams that run down your body.  

    Grabbing up the hot fudge sauce he drizzles it over the ice cream and randomly on your body.  The frozen cream that has chilled your skin mixed with the nearly too hot sauce makes you whimper, pouting up at his face with all the sensations he creates on your body.  Quivering because he doesn’t stop to touch you, just places the spoon in your mouth to lick clean.  Hearing the front door open, you freeze.  “S’okay, pretty girl.  We’ve been expecting him.”

    In walks the mystery man.  “Can we not talk without her always being naked?” “You have a problem with her?  Fucking tell her.”  He wouldn’t dare say anything negative about you.  “I invited you for sundaes.  Get a bite.”  The man doesn’t know what to do, but his refusal to do such pisses Robert off, “I said to get a fucking bite.”  He pulls up a gun pointing it at the man, who turns to the silverware drawer.  “No, your mouth will do.” “Pronge.”

    “I’m giving you permission.  Just fucking get a bite before I change my mind.”  His broad body leans over yours, finding the largest mound of ice cream, the last scoop that sits on your frozen nipple.  He takes a little nibble before, beginning to lean back.  Harshly Robert’s hand connects with the back of his neck, shoving him fully down on your breast and you yelp, releasing a wanton mewl up at your Sir.  “I said a fucking bite.  Such a damn dumb ass.”  His grip never loosens, while the man bites your nipple in the process of trying to get the scoop fully his mouth.  “She’s fucking tasty, isn’t she?”  His hand finally soothes along your cheek, looking down at you with such care and love.

    “Yeah.  Delicious.”

    “I’m going to finish dessert.  You two talk.”  Robert’s mouth bites up every bit of the vanilla and chocolate.  Licking up the melted streams off your body.

    “It feels weird not knowing your name.”  You meet his bright blue eyes.  Much brighter than Robert’s, more of a true blue.

    “Don’t need it.” “Don’t be fucking rude ass hole.  Give her something to call you.  His name starts with a C.  What do you think you should call him pretty girl?” “Hmm...C?”  Intaking a quick breath of air as Robert fully intakes your nipple into his greedy mouth.  Sucking on it while his tongue flicks around on the hardened bud.  “You look like a Cherry Pop with your blushing cheeks.  Gonna call you Cherry, okay?”

    He rolls his eyes, watching Robert who continues licking up your body.  “You actually like this?” “MmmHmm.  You don’t like watching?”  Robert giggles over your skin at how candid you’re being with the newly dubbed Cherry.

    “Just have some serious business to talk to Pronge about.”

    “Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my slut.  Ain’t that right, Pretty Girl.  Tell him you fucking know I kill for money.” “This has to do with the ex.” “Paul?  What about him?” thinking that your tone was excitement about your now ex-husband, Robert’s teeth bite down on you hard.  “Ow.” “Remember who you fucking belong to?  Who this pussy belongs to?”  Thick hands rub along your covered mound.  “You see how fucking wet she is, Cherry?  Try to deny who owns this pussy.  Remember she’s mine.” “I was just curious why he was being brought up, Sir.  Don’t care about him when I have you.  If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have made a mess.” “Good.  Cherry, what’s going on with the cuck now?  Fucker should be out of our lives.  It’s official, he doesn’t even have legal claim over my Pretty Girl anymore.”

    Robert guides you to sit up, wraps your legs around him before sitting you both in a kitchen table chair.  Motioning for Cherry to sit down, and you lay your head on his broad shoulder.  Gently kissing his neck, making sure not to leave marks on him.  Your hands rub up his arms, feeling the hills and valleys of the muscle and sinew that make up his biceps.  Thankful that he keeps your nakedness away from Cherry.  His hand slides over your leg until he slowly palms your drenched panties.

    “Word on the street is he is fucking pissed as hell.  He’s been talking a big game about how, these are not my words understand, but his slut of a wife was able to get divorced so quickly.  He knows you were in the pocket of the judge.” “Wouldn’t matter.  No kids, he kept all the assets.  We don’t need anything from him.” “He’s been going around saying he’s going to bury you, and take back what is his.”

    Leaning back, you hold Robert’s jaw in your hands, looking over his face with such love.  Placing a chaste kiss on his lips, before you kiss around his face.  “’M not his.  I’m all yours.  Every part of me is yours.”  Leaning closer to him, hoping what you whisper is heard only by him.  “I love you.” “Cherry, not worried about him.  He keeps it up we’ll have him terminated.  You okay with that, Pretty Girl?” nodding you smile at him, feeling himself get hard under you.  “Unless you want to see me fuck her on the floor, I suggest you take your ass out of here.”

    Quickly Cherry leaves, sliding the chair under the table with a loud screech, and walks out the door.  “Have fun.”

    As soon as the door closes Robert lays you two on the floor, kissing you all too sweetly.  Leaning back, he smiles down, “I love you, too.  So, fucking much, Y/N.  And I will do anything to keep you.  Anything.”  You know the reiteration of anything means he will kill anyone to keep his pet.  “Now, shut the fuck up, so I can fuck you dumb.  That cuck ex of yours never fucked you so hard you saw stars did he?”  

    “Only, you sir.”

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  • georgiapeach305132
    20.07.2021 - 4 days ago

    Mr. Freezy Pops, Pt. 4

    Summary:  Robert tells you his rules

    Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

    Rating: Explicit

    Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, Soft!Dark!, Dark!, sexual rules, implied branding, divorce, threats, humiliation, possessiveness, punishment, oral sex, dry humping, swallowing, scratching, licking, squirting, degradation, choking, sex with an audience, pet names (Pretty Girl, Sir) 18+ ONLY

    Word Count: 3.3k

    🍦Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11🍦

    You lift your body off of him.  The softness in his eyes is no longer there.  They’re not completely darkened like when he speaks to Paul, but there’s no denying the intensity of his gaze.  “Maybe we should get up.  Let you think.” “No.  I don’t wanna be married to him.” “Still, I gotta get something for ya,” pulling the two of you up, he wraps his shirt back around you.  Taking care to button the shirt back up, and then rolls up the sleeves.  “Go sit down.  I’ll be right back.” Quickly he leaves the room.  You look around the room.  Should you continue these rules, you’re his.  The house upstairs is a stark contrast to the dank basement.  It’s clean.  Orderly.  Judging by the basement you would have assumed there would be stains and mold throughout the house, but no.  It’s pristine.  A look out the window, and even the lawn is carefully manicured.  There doesn’t seem to be any neighbors close by, must be why no one heard you scream.  

    The furniture is stylish and modern.  “This could all be yours.”  The softness returns to his voice.  

    In his hand is a long rectangular box.  “What’s that?” “It’s yours.  If you’re mine.”  Just to reiterate how much he adores you, his hands ghosts across your cheek.  His fingers wrap around your neck, pulling you close to kiss your forehead, on your nose, your chin, and then back up to your lips.

    “Would I be able to tweak these rules a bit?” He ponders your question.  “Some...maybe.  Here’s what you need to understand, I’m the one in control.  I own you.  And with that I will give you whatever it is you desire.  If you follow my rules.  I ask for so little.  Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave.”  You’re not an idiot.  You know that it doesn’t make sense, and yet when you gave into him, you saw how he had taken such gentle care of you.  Was willing to beat your piece of shit husband to death, and stopped immediately when you asked him. “Okay.” Robert’s face scrunches up, “I’d like something better than that.  Here, sit.”  Leading you to the couch he walks over to the desk, grabbing up a piece of paper.  “It’s not a lot.  The rules are simple.  Shall I go on?”  you gaze up at him.  Mind racing on what to do.  If you choose not to stay, where would you go?  Paul would find you, and that scares you more.  Here you’re being offered safety.  A sanctuary.

    “Yes.  Go on.  I’m ready...wait.  What do I get in return?” “Am I not enough?” his voice is lighthearted, and you can’t help but smile at him.  “Just kiddin’.  I’m offering you this house; you can change whatever it is that you want.  It’s yours, well ours.  I’m offering you safety.  And me.  I will consider your changes or add ons to the rules.  Does that sound fair?” “Yes.” “You’re ready to be mine?  If so, the divorce process starts tomorrow, and if you try to stretch the process out, or you don’t follow through, I will have him killed.  There will be no contact with him, unless I’m present.  I’d prefer to have anything you two say between the other through me.  I know people, and this divorce will happen quickly.  Once it’s finalized you have no reason to speak.  You have no kids.  He can fucking keep everything.”  He sits down on the couch beside you, placing his thick hand to rest on your thigh.

    “I’m ready.  Go on.” Without a word he hands you the box.  Upon opening it you see a black velvet choker with the daintiest silver ice cream cone pendent on it.  “I wasn’t kidding about the collar.  However, this should be more appealing.”  He pulls it out of the box and places it around your neck.  Making sure it is tight against your neck.

    “Why are you called Mr. Freezy?” “I’ve got me an ice cream truck.  I sell cones and pops to the local kids.”  You know that he’s not doing this for his job, or even out of the kindness of his heart.  He’s also not offering up more information.  “Here’s the deal with your collar, it stays on your neck.  If I catch it off of you, I’ll fucking burn the ice cream on your skin.”  You gulp, knowing that he means it.  “It’s the outward reflection of who owns you.”

    You nod your head, wanting him to continue.  “You will not be out in public for any reason, unless I’m with you.  I don’t trust that fucking cuck.  Or anyone else for that matter.  I will be with you at all times in public.  When I’m not here there will be someone outside of the house to protect you.  He’s not allowed to talk to you and you don’t talk to him.  Understand?” “I understand.”  So far, none of the rules are unreasonable.

    “After this rule, the rest are more personable.  I will not fucking tolerate you being a brat.  You talk back to me, or you push me, I will fucking punish you.” “What’s the punishment.” “Depends on what you do.  You’ll fucking take it too.  I suggest that you’re pliable.  I would never do anything to hurt you.  That’s why I won’t condone your mouth.  I’ll give you one get out jail free card...only one.”  You nod your head.  Normally you’re not a mouthy person.  Remembering how he was when you were tied up, you know he doesn’t like being denied or being ignored.  You should have figured this rule.

    “Now, onto our sex rules.  I will not be denied sex.  I don’t care where the fuck we are or who the fuck is around?  When I want your tight pussy, I get it.  I won’t do anything to get us arrested, when I say I own you, I own her.  She’s mine just as much as you are.  You already fucking screamed out that I owned your pussy.  So do not deny me.  Because I will take what I want, and I won’t stop.” “Okay.  I think that’s fair.  Nothing that will get us arrested though.” “Never.  And I don’t do the be quiet bull shit.  I want to hear how good I make you feel.”  Both of you laugh.  “So, we’re clear, none of my cum is wasted.  It will either be in that cunt of yours, swallowing down your throat, and if it’s not, either you’re licking it up, or you’re eating it up with a spoon.” “I can do that.” “I know you can.  You’re my fucking whore.  You’re also a good girl.  Good girls get treated.  I won’t let anyone disrespect you.  You’re not a whore, you’re my whore.”

    The way he speaks to you, how aggressive he is makes you heat up again.  Watching you squeeze your thighs together his hand roams further up your leg, sliding down until it meets your mound.  Your body reacting, your legs spread apart.  “Good girl.  Already so fucking wet just by me talking about how I own this pussy.  She’s mine, isn’t she?” “Yes.  She’s all yours.”

    “My good little whore.  However,...” he pulls his hand away and you actually pout, “Don’t give me that look.  That’s borderline being a brat.  Don’t tell me you already broke a rule.”  Sitting up, and crossing your legs you pay attention.  “Don’t worry.  I will treat you like the fucking slut you are later.  While we’re on this topic, you don’t touch yourself.  Not unless I’m present and you ask for permission to touch yourself.  If you choose to break this rule, I’ll break you with orgasm after orgasm.”

    Every part of you wants to cross your arms, but you don’t want to be a brat.  You want to be a good girl.  “That doesn’t sound so bad.” “How does thirty fucking orgasms in a row sound?  You think that pretty cunt could handle that?  Think that clit won’t be fucking swollen and sore?  I’ll fuck into you with a toy so hard you’ll go dumb.  Then after I make you cum with toys and my fingers, I’ll fuck into you so hard I split you in half.  Go ahead fucking test me and we’ll see how many times you cum before you’re begging for my cock.  How many times will you cum before that pretty mouth begs me to stop.” “Thirty?”  Now you’re worried.

    “That was a random number.  It could be more.  These rules are easy enough.  You can handle it.  You might be my whore but you’re not stupid.  And so, for, the last one.  I can mark you however I want.  If I want to paint you with my cum and we go grocery shopping, you’ll wear it with pride.  If I want to bruise you up because I grip you too hard, you’ll love it.  And if I want to leave hickies on your neck, well pretty girl, you’ll love every second of it.  But under no circumstance will I have marks.  I own you.  You do not own me.  But you follow these rules, and you can have whatever you want.”

    He hands you the piece of paper, grabbing a pen from the coffee table.  “If you agree to all this, sign.  Make it official.”  Quickly you sign your name.  Pride beaming on his face at your lack of hesitation.   Bringing yourself closer to him, you crawl onto his lap, straddling him as his hands grip tightly on your hips.  “Those are fair.  You going to go ahead and bruise me up, Sir?”

    “Fuck...new rule.  You will continue to call me Sir.” “As long as you continue to call me Pretty Girl.”  Rolling your hips, you hum at the swelling in his pants.  Feeling his cock literally hardened under your naked pussy.

    “I can do that.  You think you can handle those rules?” “I may need you to help guide me.  I’ll be your good girl.  Your good little slut.”  Sliding your fingers up his arms, up over his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck.  

    His hands guide your hips to continue your grinding over him.  “Now, tell me, pretty girl, is there something you would like to add.  I will not be punished.” “Don’t wanna punish you.  You’ve taken such good care of me, Sir.” “There must be something you want.”  You smirk, but don’t say anything, just continue rolling your hips on him.  “You keep doing that you’re going to be licking up my cum.”

    You still don’t stop.  “I want you to bathe with me.  Wanna take care of you the way you take care of me.” Robert inhales sharply.  “Okay.  You cutting it close, Pretty Girl.  Feel me twitching?” “I also want to cut your hair.  While I fuck you.”  Robert’s head twists taking in that request.  “Please, Sir?  It’s the least you can do.  I’m offering my body to do what you please with it.” “Y/N...” with a quick narrow of your eyes at him, he can see you don’t like him calling you that.  “Pretty Girl...I’m...”

    “Tell me, you’ll let me cut your hair while I fuck you.” “O-okay.”  You have him right where you want him.  Quickly you kneel on the floor, pull his throbbing cock out of his pants, licking a stripe up the underside before placing his cock in your mouth at the perfect time.  His load shoots in the back of your throat, the salty musk of Mr. Freezy.  “Thatta girl.  Perfect little slut.  I’m sending someone to get you some clothes.  Then one day I’ll let you can ride me while you shave my head.” ___________________________________________________________________

    And did Robert deliver with the clothes.  Most of it was very average suburban housewife clothes.  Comfortable, but fitted to show off your body.  What wasn’t typical clothes to put up the front of a happy couple, well, they were outfits only for him.  Lingerie, a latex bodycon dress, and ample amounts of babydoll sleepers.  Telling you he wanted to keep his Pretty Girl nice and slutty.

    Day's pass and the thought of shaving Robert’s hair is never brought up.  The brand-new clippers still in the box on the kitchen counter.  Teasing you, but you don’t dare bring it up.  His fingers will randomly tap along the box while he smiles at you.  Like he promised he’ll leave you at the house, someone outside the door, and neither of you dare to speak.  He gifted you with plenty of books to pass your time.  All the streaming services you could want.  No social media, not that he doesn’t trust you.  He doesn’t trust Paul to try and weasel his way back in.  

    The divorce is well on its way.  Like he promised there was no arguing over who would get what.  You just wanted your last name to not be Diskant, but not as much as Robert did.  He loved that you made a menu, along with a grocery list.  Making you two almost feel like a normal couple when you load up in his car to go grocery shopping.

    And then the day finally comes.  “Alright Pretty Girl.  I made you a promise.  And it’s time that I allowed you to fulfill that promise.” “Does that mean?” you excitedly being to answer.

    “Uh huh.  Got the outfit I want you to wear over the bed.  Don’t worry about wearing fucking thongs.”   Walking into the bedroom you find a new soft pink babydoll.  Sheer chiffon that cascades down, and you know what his favorite part will be, it unclasps in the front.  Easy access for him to play with something he loves almost as much as your pussy, your perky tits.

    “You’re fucking gorgeous.”  His body sitting on one of the dining chairs, thighs spread and ready for you to sit on him, while one hand holds the clippers, the other fists his cock.  “Come on, Pretty Girl, you wanted this.” Walking closer, you start to undo your top, but he tsks at you.  “Uh huh.  Don’t take that pleasure away from me.”  You spread your own legs, lining yourself up with him, until you sink your body on him.  His hands cup your cheek, kissing you so softly.  His other unlatches the front of your dress before taking his time to suck on both breasts until your nipples are hard and peppered.  “Okay, you can go ahead and begin.”   The sound of the clippers makes you keen, “Gonna have to get you a remote vibrator that I get to control.  I see you fucking trembling at that sound.”  Rolling your hips, you ease the clippers through his hair.  Watching as curtains of his wavy brunette hair falls to the floor.  With every bit of his face, you uncover you realize just how handsome he is.  His skin already clearing up with how much you’ve been taking care of him.  “Fucking me so good, Pretty Girl.  This turns you on so much.”  And it does.  So much so that you already feel your tummy heating up.  Stopping your movements on his head you watch him.  “Cum on my cock.”

    The sound of his baritone voice whispering on your neck makes you completely come undone.  “Such a good slut for me.”  You continue your motions of removing his hair.  Lost in your own world.  Rolling your hips on him, while running the clippers around his head, softly sweeping off hair that lands on him.  Your so lost in him you don’t hear the door knock.  You only hear Robert’s booming voice.  “It’s open.”  And your movements pause.  “I don’t think so.  You keep fucking me or you pay the price.”  His teeth nip around your choker.

    “What the fuck?” The man calls.

    “Y/N, my pet this is...” “No names.  Do you not know who she’s married to?” “She’s getting a divorce.  It’ll be a speedy process.”  Just to show his dominance over you, his hands push off your sleeper, coaxing your arms to let it fall.  You start to protest, “I don’t think so Pretty Girl.  I told you I didn’t fucking care where we were or who was around.  You keep doing what you’re doing, I’m going to conduct some business.” “Yes, Sir.”

    “Gotter trained good.”  The man you haven’t even seen says.

    “She’s my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”  Nodding your head, you dare to look behind you.  A familiar looking man with a goatee and scruff, and a tight fade haircut.  “Eyes here,” Robert commands.  Turning back to look at him, you continue to remove his hair, blocking out enough of their conversation.  The whole time he talks with the man his hands fondle your tits, softly moaning with the way you’re riding him.  “You’re looking at my girl fucking hard.” “You’re kinda fucking in front of me.”  His hands sliding from your breasts to your ass before he squeezes and pulls you closer.  “Seriously?  You want me to give you a minute?” “No.  You don’t think she’s pretty?”  He knows there's no good answer.  If he says yes, Robert will be pissed, if he says no, Robert will be pissed so instead he stays silent.  

    Finishing up you lay the clippers down on the table.  Brushing the remaining bits of hair of his body.  Knowing most will have to be washed off.  Robert’s hands tight on your ass moves your body to fuck him.  Mouth attaching to your nipple, he quickly looks over at the man.  “Yeah, guess I’m going to have fucking watch until you're finished.” “You don’t shut your fucking mouth; I’ll make you eat my cum out of her cunt.” He never speaks again, but doesn’t dare to move.  Overcome with the pleasure building up in your core you hold tightly to Robert’s neck.  “What did I fucking tell you?” his words harsh as he screams at you, realizing now that your fingers had dug in too harshly.  His hand connects around your throat.  Squeezing enough to block off your air, but not enough to cause too much pain.  

    His hips piston into you harshly as he tilts his body upward.  “I said no fucking marks, you fucking slut.”  The sting of him calling you a slut instead of his slut hurts.  But your body doesn’t care.  It cums on him harshly.  Legs trembling, while he laughs.  “Such a fucking slut, you like that.  I got you squirting on me.  You see that.  She’s dripping down my legs.  Don’t worry I’ll make you lick up your mess to clean it while we watch.”

    His hand loosens its grip as you feel the hot tendrils of his cum fill you up.  Normally your body would collapse on top of him, but Roberts pushes you back.  Falling in the floor.  Leaning forward he scoops up his leaking spend with his fingers, shoving it in your mouth.  “Now, clean up your mess with your tongue.”   Humiliated you stare up at him.  Wanting him more than ever to call you his Pretty Girl.  He just sits on the chair staring at you, pulling his pants up to cover himself, while you're naked to this man in the room.  “Jesus Christ, Pronge.” “Shut the fuck up.  She knows the fucking rules.  And you’ll watch, too.”

    “Am...am I still your pretty girl?” eyes full of tears that you refuse to fall.

    “You still wearing your collar?” you nod.  “Then clean this fucking mess.” Leaning towards the floor you lick up the mess, looking up at him, wanting more than ever for him to praise you.  Pulling yourself to your knees you look up at him with doe eyes.  Thick fingers dig around your pussy and wiping whatever he can around your cheek.  “That’s my good Pretty Girl.  Why did I have to do that?” “I was marking you, Sir.” “Good girl.  Go clean yourself up.  I’ve got to finish with C... with my associate.”

    “Can I wait on you, Sir?  I get cleaner when you wash me.” “That’s fine.  Get our bed clothes ready.  Don’t listen to us.”  As you walk out, you get a quick playful smack to your ass and when you turn, he gives you a smile, and you know he’s proud of you for correcting your mistake.  “Now where were we?  You were giving me some information concerning Diskant’s punk ass.”

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  • azure-steel
    20.07.2021 - 4 days ago

    Hmmm... I'm home and I need feed, but certainly in the mood for lurve. Here, it's sinday EVERYDAY~ 😈

    #{mako stripped - ooc} #eh #just a warning that the smut may well be incoming
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  • izariichi
    20.07.2021 - 4 days ago

    wholly yours (tartaglia)

    relationship: childe x afab!reader

    genre: smut

    warnings: birthday sex, porn with little plot, explicit sex, corruption kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, light choking, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, rough sex, slight overstimulation, dom!childe, sub!reader, begging, minors do NOT interact

    notes: safe word is established, aftercare is provided

    author's note: i promised people i'll write childe smut if he deals over 100k damage, and that it'll be at least 1000 words. a promise is a promise so here you go. this will be the only smut you'll ever see on my blog. happy birthday childe!

    "happy birthday, childe," your words were coated with honey as you lean up to whisper the greetings in his ears. you give him no time to respond and quickly capture his lips in an enticing kiss.

    as childe finally collects his bearings, he places his hand against your hips, pulling you closer to him. that alone was enough to make you submit to him, letting him claim your mouth as his. as he explored your mouth with his tongue, he slowly runs his hands underneath the thin shirt that was covering your form. to his surprise, you were clad in nothing but that.

    "what are you planning, hmm?" he whispers against your lips after pulling away, glancing down at you with half-lidded eyes. though he still gave off the innocent, boyish charms that came natural to him, you could see the hunger that was growing behind his ocean orbs.

    "this is my birthday gift to you, ajax," you answer in a breathless manner, slowly walking backwards with your arms still around him. upon reaching the mattress, you let go and carefully lower yourself on the bed. you open your arms out as your legs wrapped around his loosely. due to how loose the shirt was on you, your collarbone was in full display for his eyes to see. though could see the faint outline of your breasts, nothing could arouse him more than the expression you have on your face.

    never did he expect that his precious, innocent lover would celebrate his birthday by giving herself as a gift.

    he licks his tongue as he tries to calm himself. as much as he wanted to unwrap his present and take you immediately, he wanted to be sure about your comfort.

    "are you sure?" he asks, lowering himself so you were caged in between him and the bed. "as much as i appreciate this, you don't have to push yourself for me, sweetheart."

    you smile sweetly at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. you then crane your neck, flashing him the most seductive look you could muster.

    "i'm more than sure."

    in a blink of an eye, childe pins you down against the mattress. he looks into your eyes again, looking for any sign of discomfort, and lowers his lips against your face. from your forehead all the way down to your collarbones. he gets rougher with every kiss; moving from simply pressing his lips against your skin, to biting and sucking on it. the soft gasps that escape your lips only fuels childe to continue with his ministrations, wanting nothing more but to enjoy his gift from his beloved.

    "you sound so sweet," he praises, his eyes darkening with lust. "i wonder how you'd sound once you scream my name?"

    he captures your lips with his once again as his slender fingers carefully work on the buttons of your shirt. without breaking the kiss, he slides the material down off your shoulders before trailing kisses back down. this time, he spent more time on each sweet spot he finds, wanting to leave marks that'll remind you and him about this lovely moment.

    "ah~ ajax~" you breathe out, tightening your fingers against the fabric of his shirt. "more."

    "ah, ah, ah," he scolds you playfully, rolling your nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs. "it's my birthday, remember? let me enjoy my gift, sweetheart."

    other than the fact he wants to take it slow and steady for your comfort and to enjoy the moment, he was also doing this for his desires. he wanted to take you slowly and surely, breaking you piece by piece until you're sobbing and begging for him. the thought of you doing so was enough to send shivers down his spine and for his cock to throb painfully underneath his pants.

    he continues to pinch and roll your hardened nipples in between his fingers before pressing his palms against your breasts, gently kneading them in a circular motion.

    "how soft," he chuckles, slightly tightening his hold on them. "i wonder how much bigger they'll be if you get pregnant?"

    you let out a moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

    "you love that, don't you? you love the idea of me stuffing you full until you carry my baby, don't you?" he takes one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking and licking it. "answer me."

    "yes, ajax, please," you respond, trying to keep yourself grounded. it felt so warm — so hot. despite being bare and exposed to cold air, you felt like burning up from the way your boyfriend was treating you. "i want... i want that so much."

    "well then," he releases your breast with a pop. "i should prepare you well, shouldn't i?"

    he moves downwards, easily spreading your legs apart, and glances at your slit. he barely touched you yet you were already leaking.

    "i wonder how you taste like?"

    he lets out a chuckle, finding you adorable, and swipes up some of your juice onto his fingers. he slowly licks his fingers clean, making sure to maintain eye contact.

    "so delicious," he compliments. "you won't mind if i taste some more, right?"

    he places his tongue flat against your slit, slowly licking along it, before attacking your clit. he alternates from sucking and licking, making sure to give varying pressure on the sensitive nub. with his every move, your moans continue to grow louder in volume, causing him move faster and rougher. while he was busy abusing your bundle of nerves, he pushes a finger inside your hole to stretch you.

    "a-ah..." you whimper, causing him to pause and wait for you to relax.

    "are you okay?" he asks, hovering back on top of you to check. "we can stop if it's too much."

    "no, no— it just feels... new..." you shyly confess. "i want to continue."

    he nods, pecking his lips before going back down, and gently pulls his finger out. he starts to carefully thrust the finger in and out before adding a second one. he spreads his fingers out and does a couple of scissoring motion to stretch you out. to help you relax more, he places his mouth on your clit again, wanting to fill your system with pleasure.

    "haah~" you try to squirm away but he's quick to hold you in place. "ah~ ajax~ it feel so good!"

    you start to buck your hip against his face as he adds a third finger. he goes faster with his thrusts, growing more excited at the thought of being inside you.

    "i'm gonna— i'm— haah~ ajax i want to cum~!"

    "then cum for me," he tells you, curling his fingers against the spongy spot. this sends your senses to an overdrive, eliciting a loud, high-pitched moan from you. you throw your head back as your back arches, your toes curling in pleasure.

    as you release your load, childe continues to fuck you with his fingers through it. as soon as you start to pant, he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before moving to shed off his clothes.

    "if it gets too much, scream my harbinger name," he tells you, wanting to make this experience as memorable for you.

    he pumps his dick a few times, groaning in relief, before aligning it with your entrance. he bends over, pinning both of your hands above your head with one. hand, and nibbles on your lower lip.

    "i want to take you from behind so bad," he confesses. "but i wanted to see what expression you'll make once i'm inside you."

    "please... please, ajax... i want it... i need you..." you softly beg, sticking your lower lip out to pout. "i can't take it anymore..."

    "archons, yes," he groans, inserting himself inside you. "beg for me, sweetheart. beg for me, tell me how good i'm making you feel."

    you almost came again from just him inserting his whole dick inside you. though he prepared you already, his dick still managed to leave a good kind of stretch as your walls conformed to its shape. you let out another moan as you let your head fall to the side, some drool escaping the corner of your lips.

    "archons, you feel so tight," he says through gritted teeth, starting to thrust his dick inside of you. "you feel so good. your little pussy — it's hugging my dick so well."

    he lets go of your hands, opting to grip your hips, and continues to move his dick. from how he was gripping your hips, you were sure that he'll definitely leave a couple of bruises.

    not that you're complaining, though.

    "hnnnngh~!! faster, p-please!" you choke out, already growing addicted to the pleasure. "ajax~ !"

    as you wished, he picks the pace up and gets faster and rougher every time he pushes his dick back in. you could feel his dick hit all of your sweet spots so well, each hit causing you to see the stars.

    "ahhhhnnnn~ more~!" it felt so good that you couldn't help but beg for more.

    childe looks down at you, taking in how your head was thrown back as tried to squeeze your eyes shut. he loves the way sweat covered your body, along with how your breasts were bouncing with every hard thrust he was doing. you were too beautiful — too delectable. he wanted to cover your whole body with marks but he also wanted to worship every inch of you with praises.

    you were far too enticing.

    "i'll make it up to you next time," he promises apologetically as he pushes your knees back, putting you in a position where he can hit your insides deeper and harder. as much as he wants to be gentle and make love with you, you were making it too hard for him with the way your pussy was gripping his dick so tightly.

    "nghhh~ ajax~! fuwaaa~!" you try to arch your back while squirming. it was all too much for you that your body was confused on what to feel and do. "haaah~ moremoremore~!!"

    "scream my name," he orders, wrapping his fingers lightly around your neck. he won't choke you — he has never discussed that with you yet — but he wants to feel his fingers around your neck. "tell the world who's making you act like this."

    "oh~!" you gasp as he hits another sweet spot. "ajax~!"

    he feels you clench around him, a sign that you're about to reach your climax.

    "i'm about to—" as if the rough pace he set earlier wasn't enough, he gets even rougher. it was enough to make you lose yourself. "ajaxajaxajax— ah~!!"

    he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, wanting to reach his own high. too sensitive, you start to squirm more just as tears escaped your eyes.

    "haaah~ too much~ feels too good~!"

    he fixes your position, giving you the space to hold on to him. you wrap your arms around him, fingernails scratching against the skin of his back, and nuzzle mindlessly against him.

    "i'm going to stuff you full with my cum," he tells you, giving the shell of your ear a lick. "i'm going to stuff you full everyday until you get pregnant."

    "y-yes please~!" to have a family with childe — what a wonderful dream. "pleasepleaseplease~!!"

    his thrusts turn sloppy as he chases his high. "i'm going to cum."

    "inside— pleasepleaseplease— stuff me full, ajax~!!"

    he inserts his tongue inside your parted lips, letting you swallow all his groans as he releases his load inside you. from the way you were gripping at him more desperately, he could tell that you reached your orgasm for the third time.

    "i love you," he tells you as he pulls away from the kiss, calming down from his high. he rests his forehead against yours, a soft smile on his lips. "so much."

    you only hug him tighter, still too breathless from the pleasure.

    "i'll be more gentle next time," he promises, brushing his nose against yours. "and i'll fulfill my promise of stuffing you full next time after that."

    he pulls out of you, softly chuckling at the way you whined at the empty feeling. he then lets himself fall beside you, his arms pulling you closer to him.

    "for now, i just want to enjoy this moment," he says. "thank you for this gift, sweetheart."

    "i hope you liked it," you respond, tracing various shapes on his skin with your fingers.

    "i do, i really do." he then glances down at the marks he left. "i wasn't too rough, was i? it was your first time, i think i should've been more gentle."

    "no, no," you peck his lips in reassurance. "i liked it. i... i actually wanted you to be rougher..."

    you turn red at your confession, making childe melt at how adorable you are. "we can always discuss and try things out in the future."

    he sits up with you still in his arms. "let's go take a bath so i can give you a massage before we sleep. you'll surely be sore tomorrow but i want to lessen the pain."

    you nod, letting him carry you to the bathroom. the moment he places you down on the tub, you pull him for another sweet kiss.

    "happy birthday again, ajax. i love you."

    #keichii writes sometimes #childe smut#genshin smut #childe x reader #please read the warnings #minors do not interact
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