#coquette!reader

[moonstruckme]

hi lovie!! i was wondering if i could request a poly marauders band au x reader smut (preferably fem, but gn is also fine!!) where james, sirius, and remus are rockstars and they have a gf who is very girly with like the pinks and mini skirts and bows y’know. i literally have no plot, just cute gf and poly marauders band au smut LOL. sorry if this sucks, but i am CRAVING more poly marauders band au fics on here so bad. thank so much if u do write it!! xoxo

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: smut mdni, fingering, praise, some voyerism

rockstar!marauders x coquette!reader ♡ 894 words

There aren’t very many doors that lock backstage. So while a lot of the time dating rockstars means fancy restaurants and first class flights and giant, plush hotel beds, sometimes it means being finger-fucked in a bathroom stall for lack of better options. 

“Angel,” James laughs, nose smushed against your cheek, “you know I love your sounds, but you’re going to have to be quieter than that.” 

You stifle a moan that turns into a whine. You’re honestly not sure how much of the work of keeping you upright is being done by your legs at this point, and how much is being done by James’ fingers buried in your cunt. You’re tugging anxiously on the curls at his nape, your own neck arching as you’re razed from within. 

James always has an excess of energy before shows. Lately, he’s found a new favorite way of working it off. Last week he’d dragged Remus into a storage closet, then last night Sirius had emerged from the boys’ dressing room looking even more rock-and-roll than usual, and tonight James had plied you with kisses until the next thing you knew a stall door was being locked behind you and your panties were being pushed aside under your skirt. 

You suppress a moan as his thick fingers plunge deeper into your cunt, biting down on your bottom lip. Your fingers drive into his shoulders. 

James pushes your cardigan off your shoulder with his free hand, drawing the strap of your tank top down with it. “What do you need this for, hm?” 

“It’s always cold in here,” you manage. His hand finds your breast, squeezing the way he knows how. You push your forehead into his, and James smiles, giving you a conciliatory kiss. 

“Are you cold now?” 

You shake your head against his. He laughs, kissing you again. 

“Good.” You’re sure he’s the only thing keeping you up now, his hand under your skirt and your back propped against the wall. “Least I’m good for something, huh? I can keep my girl warm.” 

You have every intention of telling him he’s good for much more than that, as soon as you can find the words. You hear the bathroom door open before you get the chance. 

You go instantly quiet, covering your mouth with a hand and trying to steady your breathing, but James’ fingers keep moving in and out of you all the same. 

“James?” Remus calls. “You in here?” 

You sag with relief. 

“Yeah,” James says back. “S’it just you?” 

“Why?” Sirius’ voice rings with faux hurt. “Do you not want to see me?” 

“Just making sure.” James reaches over, unlocking your stall. 

“The stage manager’s got his knickers in a twist,” Sirius says as he opens the door. “He thinks you’ve run—oh. Hi, gorgeous.” 

You hide your face in James’ neck. You hear Remus chuckle as James rubs your back, half soothing you and half wrecking you as his fingers spread inside you. You make a stymied keening sound. 

“Do I need to go find him?” James asks. 

“No, probably not.” Sirius’ interest is palpable. You open your eyes to peek over James’ shoulder, and a wicked grin tilts his lips. “He seems like he’s just uptight. Having a good time, babydoll?” 

You imagine it’s a rhetorical question, but James’ fingers work another pleady whimper out of you anyway. Sirius’ eyes light, and Remus comes closer, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Are you helping Jamie out, lovely girl?” 

“Think it’s the other way around,” you pant. James laughs. 

“No, make no mistake,” Sirius shoots you a wink, “this is one hundred percent selfish of him.” 

“‘nd I appreciate it.” James smears a kiss over your lips. “I would’ve liked to eat her out, but there wasn’t anywhere to put her down.” 

“I am not lying on the bathroom floor,” you say again, just in case he’s getting any ideas. It doesn’t sound very authoritative when your voice wobbles at the end of it, your orgasm looming. 

Remus coos, sensing your ascent. “You’ve got it,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder again. “You look so pretty all worked open like this. Doesn’t she look pretty, Sirius?” 

Sirius hums, giving you an appreciative up-down. “Yeah, you really ought to have known this would happen when you put on that skirt, sweet thing.” 

James grunts his agreement, and then you’re tipping over the edge. Remus helps keep you from slipping down to the bathroom floor as James brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

“There you are, good girl. That felt good, didn’t it, dove? Jamie?” 

“Fuck yeah,” James confirms. When your focus comes back to you, you can see the large, insistent bulge in his pants. 

“Here,” you mumble, reaching for his zipper. You start to drop to your knees, but Remus catches you, urging you back up. 

“I’ve got it, lovely,” he assures you. “So long as you don’t mind. That way Sirius can fix your hair before we have to go out.” 

You frown. “My hair?” You touch the back. It appears you’d lost track of things while you were being driven into the bathroom wall. Your bow is crumpled, your hair tangled around it. “Shit, how bad is it?” 

James offers you a half-sheepish grin. 

“It’s fine, baby.” Sirius takes you by the hand, leading you towards the mirror. “It’s rock and roll.”

[pinklaceddiary]

♡ coquette!reader x dallas winston headcannons

a/n : i dont like this at all guys….

♡ when dallas first saw you, you were wearing a frilly ruffled dress and he thought “what the hell is she wearing?” but he couldn’t stop staring.

♡ whenever you wear your cherry lip gloss, dallas always kisses it off. he pretends to hate it but he actually loves it

♡ you leave your perfume on his pillow so he ‘doesn’t forget you’ he never does.

♡ you write your name in hearts on his cigarette pack and he pretends not to care.

♡ you always drink out of his straw and he always acts grossed out, yet never stops you

♡ you dared him to steal a pink plushie from a shop window as a joke. when he said he’ll do it, you tried to stop him. the next morning you woke up with the plushie on your bed.

♡ you put stickers on his lighter

♡ you always wear his jacket over your frilly skirts. its your signature look.

♡ he hates lipstick….until itsyour lipstick on his neck.

♡ you always ask “do i look pretty?” at the worst times like mid police chase😭 he just growls and says “you always do now get in the damn car.”

♡ he acts annoyed when you fall asleep on him but always pulls his jacket over you.

♡ you make bracelets in all pink and put it around his wrists like its cuffs

♡ he lights a cigarette for you and says “careful doll, dont wanna burn your pretty lips.”

♡ you steal his switchblade to cut gum wrappers into little hearts and he pretends to be mad.

♡ he buys you strawberry milkshakes and says “dont go tellin’ people im sweet now. ruins my whole rep.”

♡ you always ask “would you still love me if i was a ____?” and he goes, “what kinda dumb question is that?”

♡ you would ask “if i ran away would you come find me?” and he goes “id find you before you even made it off the block.”

♡ he kisses your neck and mumbles “tastes like cherry.” then you go, “its strawberry.” he shrugs and says “same thing.”

♡ when you say “please” in that soft little voice when you want something, and he just gives up like “fine, take it, whatever”

♡ one time, you called him your “boy toy” in front of two-bit…. he didnt speak to you for a whole hour.

♡ when your upset, he doesnt know what to do so he just gives you stuff. his jacket, a soda, a pack of gum. “stop lookin’ like that, alright? your killin’ me.”

[invincibledc]

DC/BATFAMILY X HELLO KITTY!READER

Summary: a cat looking child runs around Gotham spreading cheer?! Do she even know how scary Gotham is?!

What a surprise that a kind hearted cat, who is five apples tall is seen converting a robber to not be a robber no more. Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing who witnessed this all, can’t help but alert Batman of a young child spreading joy.

In the past 24 hours, Gotham doesn’t have any crime with a skipping kitty humming tunes. Having her soft paws into her overalls, but oof!

She can’t help but bump into a strong leg, looking up to see a red helmet. She shudders scared as the masked man stares into beady eyes of the kitty. Yeah, this one is coming home. Can’t have a child out in Gotham.

Surprise adoption!

Bruce who wonders why in the world is Jason holding a small furry child who waves at him. “Hello!” A high pitched feminine voice. Yep it’s a child as the bow was already clear.

Dick who can’t help but gush over how cute this kitty is! And is that a red/pink bow?! And the cat is wearing overalls!?? Oh boy, he’s finna faint due to cute aggression.

Jason who is a clear contrast to the adopted child. He’s brooding and grumpy, she’s happy and cheerful. He’s a sinner, she’s a saint. What a lovely contrast between the two. Okay so maybe he bought his new little sister a pink bedazzled Glock.

Tim who created his new adopted sister a pink taser, pink and yellow emergency jewelry with a hidden button to contact any of the boys, he was the one to create a room that has a lot of designs to her liking.

Damian who had made a pink katana for his sister that he is protective of. She is truly pure and young, she has no business into the vigilante life. Of course not.

You think this little girl is going out on patrols??!! Hell no! She’s coloring with Titus beside her, Damian bought her good crayons and a nice coloring book. He never expected to have a little sister now, despite the appearance of being some furry cat.

They all never expected to have a little sister now. But boy do they protect you.

This kitty has a bedtime, personally, it’s for the better. Otherwise this young child is gonna be cranky in a cute way, but no one wants a cranky kitty

Damian who is ten apples tall with her being five apple tall, they both are the short duo. No matter what, they have each other’s back!

Hello kitty!reader who gets spoiled and loved by the batfamily, getting all the cute pink things she loves!

[alixezae]

❥ What i think y/n would have on her phone (as a coquette)

❥ Her wallpaper

❥ her notes

❥ her phonecase and her instagram

likes n reblogs r appreciated !! 💗

[stxrsiren]

scissor me september.

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

[kisses4rafey]

making out with older!rafe

It’s late. The kind of late that hums like summer heat and old secrets. You’re sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, knees brushing his. Rafe sits back against the headboard, a grinder in one hand and a slow, amused smile tugging at his mouth.

He eyes you like you’re a joke he doesn’t mind laughing at.

“You ever even seen one rolled right?” he asks, voice low and a little hoarse, like the night’s already worn him down.

You shoot him a look. “You gonna teach me or just keep talking shit?”

That earns a short laugh. He leans forward, sets the grinder between you, and starts working the bud with methodical fingers. There’s something intimate about the way he moves—like he’s done this a thousand times, but he’s thinking through every step for your benefit.

“First rule,” he says, tapping the paper on his knee, “don’t waste it. You spill even a little of this, I’ll make you smoke whatever lands on the floor.”

You roll your eyes, but nod. His gaze lingers on you a beat too long. Then he hands you the paper, his fingers brushing yours, and it sparks something—small, familiar, like a flame that never quite goes out.

“Cradle it,” he instructs, voice dipping quieter now. “Don’t manhandle the thing. Treat it like… I dunno. Something fragile.”

“Like your ego?”

He smirks. “Nah. My ego could crush you.”

But he softens, just a little. Shows you how to tuck, how to shape it, thumbs slow and precise over your fingers as he corrects your roll. His hands over yours. Breath brushing your cheek. That magnetic tension between you—the kind that always teeters on the edge of too much.

“Almost,” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to yours. “Try again.”

You do. And maybe it’s not perfect, but he takes it from you, lights it, and exhales like he’s proud of something. Of you. Or maybe just of how long he’s been able to sit this close without doing anything about it.

He hands it over.

“Not bad, baby,” he says. “Guess you’re finally good for something.”

You take a hit. Blowing the smoke in his face.

“Go to hell.”You roll your eyes straddling him without thinking, thighs bracketing his. The joint being dropped somewhere— his hands slide up under your shirt, not rushed, but like he needs to feel all of you.

His hand slides up your thigh, firm and steady, anchoring you in place like he’s finally done pretending this is casual. His mouth moves over yours with that same quiet confidence he had while rolling—slow, practiced, full of intent. No rush.

You kiss him back hard, fingers twisting into the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer like you’re trying to punish him for all the nights he didn’t do this. All the nights he should have. His other hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head just the way he likes. The kiss grows slower, deeper, sloppier— making him groan against your mouth.

“You always taste this fucking good?” he mutters, mouth barely leaving yours. “Or is that just what wanting you for so long does to me?”

You don’t answer. Just kiss him harder, bite his lip, pull him closer. “You gonna stop me?” he asks, voice wrecked and hoarse and barely holding together.

You shake your head, eyes locked on his. “No.”

You rock against him without thinking. He sucks in a breath, sharp and low, and pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“We stop now,” he states pulling back from your face “or we don’t stop at all.”

[cherryst4rg1rl]

Me for real I love him so much

[moonstruckme]

thumbprint cookies - send a character + a scenario/trope/etc. and I'll send back some headcanons

Could you please do Sirius black and girly/coquette reader, getting ready just like vastly different styles <3

Ooh fun!

so i think no matter what you're wearing, sirius loves to be involved in the getting-ready process

he'll help with what you let him and just watch you, transfixed and besotted, during the rest

is actually pretty decent at getting your bows to look cute (after much practice) but almost always accidentally undoes them because he's obsessed with running the ends between his fingers

likes to choose little details like your socks or your tights for you

cannot be trusted around your tights however because he's always putting holes in them

if you have any cute lacy underwear, trust he's foaming at the mouth (ofc he goes rabid for any underwear but especially if it goes with your outfit) (will try to choose that for you as well)

picks at loose threats of your cardigan or tugs on your tights until you actually have to get quite stern with him

it's not his fault ! he really is just obsessed with every part of your cute routine and even cuter self

[jellyfishhutcherson]

#NEEDTHAT

[lacevenom]

late night visit ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆. ꙳

PAIRING : jacob black x fem!reader

WARNINGS : smut & yall are 18 +

SUMMARY : your boyfriend climbs through your window after patrol cause he misses you

— 🦌

the window creaks open. first you jumped up but then you don’t even startle anymore — not when you see him. jacob.

your jacob.

you’re laying back down under the thin covers, pretending to be asleep, but your heart kicks up the second you feel the warm shift of the mattress, the quiet huff of breath against your skin. “you’re a bad liar,” he murmurs, voice rough from running patrol. you peek one eye open to find him smirking at you, half shadow, half moonlight.

“couldn’t sleep,” you whisper.

he smiles — and then he’s on you, pinning you gently beneath his weight, his warmth sinking into you like fire. his big hands cage you in, braced on either side of your head, and his body presses along yours like he was made to fit you. “missed you,” he rasps, dipping down to kiss your throat. “missed you all day.”

“i missed you too,” you breathe.

he leans down to kiss your lips. it’s slow at first. careful. he kisses you like you’re something precious but his hands are not so patient. they slip under your thin sleep shirt, rough palms dragging over your stomach, higher, higher. and then you’re gasping into his mouth as he covers you with his body completely, hips grinding against yours, a low rumble vibrating in his chest.

“you’re mine,” he growls, voice dropping to a feral whisper against your ear. “say it.”

“i’m yours,” you whimper.

he grins against your skin and then he’s slipping his hand between your thighs, finding you soaked and wanting. his touch is possessive but sweet, fingers stroking and teasing while his mouth keeps claiming yours.

jacob’s breath is hot against your mouth as he kisses you, rough and messy, like he’s starving for you. his big hands grab your thighs, dragging you up to straddle him without even breaking the kiss. you feel the hard press of him against your core, just his shorts and your panties separating you, and it makes your head spin.

“jake,” you whimper, fisting your hands in his hair.

“i got you, baby,” he rumbles, his voice wrecked with need.

with one arm wrapped strong around your waist, he leans back against the headboard, letting you settle over him. his other hand slips between your bodies, shoving the thin material of your panties to the side. not even bothering to take them off and you moan into his mouth as his fingers brush through your slick folds. “so wet for me already,” he growls. “knew you’d be ready.”

you nod desperately, hips rolling against his hand without meaning to. he chuckles lowly, a sound that sends a shiver right through you. then he lifts you up slightly, pushing his shorts down just enough for his cock to spring free, thick and heavy and aching for you.

“look at you,” he whispers, dragging the tip through your wetness. “such a good girl for me.”you gasp when he starts to push in. slowly at first, watching your face, making sure you’re okay. stretching you, filling you so deep it hurts just right.

your nails dig into his shoulders as you sink down fully, taking all of him, feeling the stretch burn deliciously. he groans so deep in his chest it rattles you, grabbing your hips hard enough to bruise. “move for me, baby,” he pants.

you start rolling your hips, finding a rhythm, grinding down on him and jake’s head falls back against the wall with a soft thud. his hands are everywhere, running up under your shirt, squeezing your waist, guiding your movements.

“that’s it,” he groans. “take it, baby. ride me just like that.”

the room is filled with the wet sounds of your bodies moving together, the creaking of the old bed, your desperate whimpers mixing with jacob’s low curses. “feels so good, jake,” you cry out, bouncing in his lap, your thighs starting to shake. “i know, baby. fuck—” he catches your hips and starts thrusting up into you, meeting every desperate grind, every soft little cry that slips from your lips. “you’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”

you nod helplessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how good it feels, how full you are, how much you love him. “my beautiful girl,” he groans, slamming up into you harder. “come for me. want to feel you.”

one more thrust and you shatter around him, sobbing his name into the crook of his neck. he curses, gripping you tight as he follows right after, spilling into you with a low, rough moan of your name.

you stay there afterward, clinging to each other, his heartbeat loud and steady against your ear. “you’re mine,” he murmurs again, voice cracking a little.

[fallin2pieces]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer (charlie swan x coquette!reader)

heavily inspired by playing dangerous by lana del rey <33

cw: MDNI age gap (reader is a freshman in college and charlie is in his 40s), dubcon, p in v, dry humping, blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it..), cunnilingus, choking

authors note: this is my first ever fic! also sorry for the inconsistencies, english isn't my first language :( also lmao this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away 😭

- your parents were away for a business trip which left you home alone during break. you always had the nasty habit of smoking, and being home alone it was an opportunity to smoke inside your house.

- as you were cooking dinner, you were smoking in your kitchen, using your stove top to light a cigarette.

- you lazily dragged the cigarette across your lips, inhaling the smoke as you sat on your kitchen countertop.

- as the night progressed, you washed the dishes and got ready for bed

- little did you know, you've accidentally left the stove on.

- 4:38am. “fuck.” you woke up disheveled in your pink silky night gown, coughing as smoke covered your walls, filling your lungs.

- crying as you run down your stairs, you’ve realized what you’ve done.

- shakily, you reach for the family phone by your paisley printed couch and started to dial the police department as guilt engulfs you.

- “forks police department!” an older man on the other side of the phone responds. you knew it was wrong. you knew it was insensitive. maybe you were just a girl but something about the rasp and the timbre in the policeman’s voice made your insides turn.

- later on, you were sitting on your porch, the cold washington rain dampening the steps you sit on, your hair wet, lips and eyes puffy as you cry from guilt.

- a car pulls up in your driveway as a tall dark figure approaches you

- “ma'am you called, are you okay?” the same hoarse voice from the phone asks.

- you just start sobbing. you were guilty. you’ve already damaged your parents’ house.

- as the older man approaches you, he sits down at the porch with you to comfort you.

- as he sits down the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume engulfs your senses.

- you look up at the police officer, he was even more attractive (and mature) than you imagined.

- this is wrong. you thought this isn’t the right situation to whore around.

- “i-i didn’t mean to do that officer..” you croak out, you started sobbing and he puts his arm around you

- “my name is chief swan. would you wanna sit in the car as i question you?” he asks.

- you nod rapidly as you got up and walked towards the backseat of the car. "this is the right opportunity" your mind lingered.

- “so what caused the fire?” his voice reverberating inside the empty police car as he closes the car door.

- you admit what you’ve done, stuttering and stuttering through tears.

- he just looks at you "oh poor you so alone and fragile." he thought after all you were just a girl and you didn’t mean any of this

- “officer is there anyway that you wouldn’t press charges?” you looked at him with hungry and intent eyes.

- you felt pretty bare right now. in your light pink nighties. the way he was taller, bigger and had more authority than you do… oh you felt so weak, like a bunny waiting for its predator to attack.

- as messed up as it sounds, this made you feel very warm and fuzzy, his presence made you warm and fuzzy. the way his mustache sits on his face and how his messy brown hair stands up, he looks a little sleep deprived and tired, probably from his police job. he’s just a little older than your parents. just perfect, you thought to yourself.

- you’ve never been attracted to a man his age but something about him being an authority figure made you insides turn in excitement, which made you yearn for more.

- “please officer..” you plead as you get on your knees, very intent to seduce the older man.

- he groans at the sight of you. “no no, sweetie we can’t-” he breathes out as he adjusts himself to try to hide the obvious tent in his pants.

- “officer i’ll be good i promise… just don’t press any charges on me…” you mumbled. it’s working you thought as your manicured hands fumble with his silver belt buckle

- “oh my sweet sweet girl.” he groans as he cups your sweet face as his thumb plays with your pink plush lips as he inserts his digits in your mouth making you moan around his fingers.

- “i shouldn’t be doing this.” charlie thought to himself

- you adjust yourself from kneeling, the roughness of the police car’s floormat bruising and ever so slightly scraping your delicate knees

- you use your teeth to unzip his pants as your eyes never leaved his, his hands cupping your face as he tucks your hair away.

- as you palm him through his boxers, wetness pools in your floral underwear.

- eager for some friction, you decided to use your fingers to press on your clothed cunt.

- as you fumble on his waistband, his cock still soft you whimper at the sight of his size.

- oh poor man.. you thought he was probably so pent up, no one probably took care of his sexual needs :(

- you start kissing on his cock sweetly as you look up at him..

- oh the way he stares down at you makes you feel inferior, you moan at the thought.

- slowly, you put his cock in your mouth.

- starting slow… going deeper and deeper you grow desperate for pleasure of your own

- he groans at the sight of you… so cockdrunk.. so needy for him.. it’s been years since someone wanted him this bad.

- “you’re such a good girl for me.” charlie manages to groan out, he holds you by your throat forcing you to look up

- picking up the pace, you moan and gag around his length sending him over the edge.

- he notices you yearn for attention down there :( so he signals you to stop and he instructs you to straddle him.

- with his cock out, you straddle him, kissing him hungrily as your clothed cunt pressed against his bare girth.

- as you took in his tongue, the taste of gas station coffee and cigarettes intertwined with your saliva.

- he eventually starts creeping his calloused hands to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he rides your nightie up making you whimper and soften into his touch.

- as he finds his rough hands up and down your body, he fondles with your breasts, nipples erect from the cold washington breeze, the straps of your nightgown falling to the side as he takes your tits out to look at them.

- oh they were so perky and so soft. he made his way down with his mouth, lapping at your soft skin, eventually finding his tongue wrapped around your sensitive nipple.

- you throw your head back moaning at the pleasure he gave you, rocking back and forth slowly finding some friction as your baby pink painted nails dug crescents into his shoulder.

- he reaches down, to lift the skirt of your nightie, reaching down to your panty clad cunt, taking his thumb and firmly tracing circles on your clit.

- you elicit a moan and collapse into him, his big strong arms supporting you as you reach your high.

- suddenly you felt brave, you pull your panties to the side and you sink down to him.

- “n-no sweetie we can’t-” he whimpers out as you lower into him, as he throws his head back.

- “please officer let me be good.. let me be a good girl..” you cry out in desperation for some relief.

- you just sat there, letting your tight cunt adjust around his big cock your as he wraps his big strong arms around you.

- “baby.. your cunt is so tight.. fuck—” he pants out while looking at your beautiful face.

- you weren’t that experienced per se… only being a freshman in college, having one night stands with guys your age that you barely even know who treat you with only lust no love, but with chief swan, it felt intimate and romantic. the way he holds you and kisses you made you melt into his arms. it made you feel like you were cared for.

- slowly but surely you went up and down, savoring his length, you’ve never had someone this.. big and girthy (and mature).

- charlie being on the older side, didn’t have enough stamina, so you were using him like a dildo over bouncing up and down his cock as you looked at how his face was painted with pleasure.

- he looks at you with so much lust and love in his eyes, he haven’t had someone take care of him like this for years.

- he pressed his calloused thumb on your clit rubbing circles making you see stars.

- this was the most pleasure you’ve received from a man.

- “such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this, don’t worry i won’t give you charges princess, no one has to know. ” he looks at you firmly.

- you shake uncontrollably. poor girl can’t take all that cock inside of her :(

- you were making his pants all wet from your juices, all the mixed sensations of him nipping at your soft skin, his thumb pressed to your clit and his cock in you was enough to send you over the edge.

- “fuckfuckfuck-” you whimper out as you come undone on him, your cunt fluttering around his fat cock.

- “you’re doing so good for me.” he says as he carries your waist up as he thrusts inside you and spills his cum inside of you.

- he quickly pulls out, pushing you to lay down on the car seat.

- chief swan got on his knees, pulls you panties to the side and started lapping at your freshly fucked cunt, his mustache tickling your clit as his mouth worked on you.

- you squeezed your legs together, pinning his head steady between your legs as he overstimulated you, as you squirm and pull on his hair.

- he suddenly knelt up, slapping his cock on your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down your slit.

- your eyes roll back so far back it felt like you could see the back of your skull.

- “officer please-” you moaned out, chest heaving. everything about him was intoxicating. you fucking in a police car only added to the thrill, the scent of sex and his cheap cologne filled your lungs.

- “please what? use your words sweetheart.” he said between groans, as he held your chin with one hand so you could make eye contact with him.

- his thrusts became more erratic and his hips stuttered.

- “please cum on my face officer..” you said embarrassed. you couldn’t believe this filth was coming out your mouth.

- he knelt up, rapidly stroking his length as his seed painted your delicate face.

- meeting chief swan was definitely an experience.

happy father’s day to all my dilfs out there

[goodvampykitten]

when brittany broksi said “im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure”..yeah me everytime i see pedro pascal.

[stxrsiren]

manifesting a pretty masc girlfriend that plays guitar

[vanillarosekiss]

sweet thoughts about each of tf141’s favourite positions 𝜗𝜚 ⋆˚࿔

warnings: this post contains descriptions of smut

simon's favourite position with you would definitely be mating press or doggy style. It depends on his mood, but he usually likes mating press for when he knows he’s going to fuck his load into your pussy over and over again, relentlessly. It gives him easy access to your core and allows him to really hit the spot deep in you, with the plus of being able to watch your sweet expressions as he drills your sopping hole with no mercy. He also ideally liked the way that mating press came with the added extra of seeing your stomach bulge with the outline of his cock, thick and deep, filling you up so nicely.

john's would be good ol’ missionary, preferring to have you underneath him and helpless as he assaulted your mound, his thick cock making your walls tighten around him, threatening to come right that very moment. However, he would also enjoy you being on top from time to time, maybe when he’s busy or just tired, he likes to watch his pretty girl ride him in cowgirl until you get flustered and overstimulated by the friction on your sensitive little clit.

johnny would have you in reverse cowgirl all day if he could, loving the sight of your peachy bum rippling as he guides your hips up and down hard on his lengthy cock. It also allows for him to pull your hair back, your body following, pressing into his chest as he groans and kisses your neck. He enjoyed reaching around to your stomach and feeling his dick pump in and out of your sweet pussy, tightening around him with every thrust.

kyle's favourite position would be the lotus, loving the feel of intimacy and romance that comes with it. You were sitting in his lap, his hands gently guiding your hips down onto his, pussy lapping up his cock like there was no tomorrow. The face to face contact only intensified both of your climax’s, allowing for extra passionate kissing in between thrusts, moans melting in your mouths as your orgasm began to build up, clit getting friction from rubbing against his lower abdomen.

[kisses4rafey]

picking up older!rafe from the country club

12:46 am

that’s when your night gets interrupted from a very drunk rafe making you groan and reach out blindly for your phone before finally grabbing it "this better be important." you mutter irritably into the phone, clearly not in the mood for whatever is going on.

“hey… sweet baby— he laughs mid talking— could you uhm…like pick us up?” you frown at his slurred speech, sitting up straighter as annoyance tightens your jaw.

“Us?” you echo, already knowing you won’t like the answer.

“Me ‘n Top… and Kelce. I think. Might be more. Dunno. We’re at—wait, wait—Top where are we, bro?” You hear muffled arguing, laughter, something crashing in the background.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, teeth gritted. “You’re kidding.”

“Nooo,” Rafe drawls. “I’m serious, baby. You’re the only one I trust not to leave me for dead or steal my wallet. And I miss you,” he adds like it’ll soften the blow, like that’ll make you forget it’s twelve-fucking-forty-five and you have work in the morning.

You sigh, already sliding off the bed and grabbing your keys and pulling up to the country club.

You don’t bother honking. You just sit there, door unlocked, headlights cutting through the night like you’re daring someone to test your patience.

It doesn’t take long.

The front door swings open violently, and Rafe stumbles out like he’s been tossed—laughing, loud, messy. Topper follows, shirt half-buttoned and yelling something incoherent. Then comes Kelce, clutching a red Solo cup like it’s a lifeline.

“That’s my woman!” he shouts, arms out, and for a moment you fear he’s going to trip on his face.

“them too?” you dead pan already losing it. how the fuck do you end up with three grown ass men in their thirties at one am?

You lean over and push the passenger door open with an annoyed flick of your hand. “Get in, Rafe.” you exclaim exasperated.

He slides into the passenger seat, the smell of liquor and smoke clinging to him like a second skin.

“You mad?” he slurs, head tipping against the window with a thud. “You look mad. But you’re always so fucking hot when you’re mad baby …”

“Rafe,” you snap, shifting the car into drive, “shut up.”