#I don't know how I managed to squeeze a filthy smut into a fic that was supposed to be angst

[nearmike]

Snippet from my incoming 4463 fic

🩵💜 (something in the air tells me that I should go back to the purple heart for Lewis)

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He had been sitting on the edge of the double bed in their room for more than an hour after Lewis had left. The news weighed on his chest like a boulder.

Lewis was leaving at the end of the year; he had signed a contract with Ferrari and was leaving Mercedes after all the years he had spent with the team. On the one hand, he understood it, the team was unable to give him what he wanted for the end of his career and post-retirement, it was a reasonable market move.

But then why did he feel abandoned?

[hoshifighting]

helloo

i was just wondering abt how we don’t see many angry dom seungkwan fics hehe. mean seungkwan with lots of degradation who’s super possessive

he wants to mark u on the outside and the also the inside with his seed omg and make sure everyone sees

Mean, Jealous Seungkwannie! — WARNINGS: smut, slut-shamming, degradation, creampie, possessive sex, dom seungkwan, nude sending.

Seungkwan's jealousy simmered beneath the surface as he watched you engage in lively conversations with Mingyu and Dokyeom during practice. the way you laughed and smiled with them fueled his insecurities, igniting a fire of possessiveness within him.

now, you find yourself at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he fucks you relentlessly. his cock pounds into you with unyielding force, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing with a controlled strength, while his other hand delivers punishing slaps to your clit.

tears stream down your cheeks as you whimper and nod in response to his hard degradation. Seungkwan's words cut deep, his tone dripping with a mix of anger and desire as he reminds you of your place.

"you like talking to them, huh?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "you like laughing with them, making them feel special? well, guess what? you're mine. mine to fuck, mine to use however i want."

Seungkwan's hand comes down hard on your clit, the sharp slap echoing in the room as he demands an answer from you. your body jerks in response, the intense sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through you.

"answer me, slut," he growls, his grip tightening around your throat as he waits for your response.

you whimper, struggling to form coherent words as the stinging sensation in your clit overwhelms your senses. each slap sends a jolt of electricity through your body, leaving you gasping for breath and desperate for more.

"i-i'm yours," you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper as you submit to his control. "yours to use, yours to fuck...whatever you want"

his lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he hears your confession, knowing that he has you completely at his mercy. with a low chuckle, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "that's right, you're mine. and don't you forget it, slut."

Seungkwan's grip tightens around your throat, cutting off your air supply as he continues to degrade you with his words. the intensity of his dominance sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your pussy spasming around him as you struggle to form coherent thoughts.

"you like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" he taunts, his voice dripping with contempt and desire. "you like being treated like my personal fuck toy, don't you?"

you whimper in response, your body trembling with anticipation as you surrender to his control. each word he speaks sends a thrill of excitement through you, igniting a fire of arousal that burns hotter with each passing second.

"mhm," you manage to gasp out, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to catch your breath. "yes, Seungkwan...i love it...love being yours..."

his lips curl into a wicked grin as he hears your confession, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to allow you to breathe. but before you can fully recover, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to whisper his sweet words.

"that's right, you're mine," he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "mine to use, mine to fuck...and right now, you're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

you nod frantically, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "yes, Seungkwan," you moan, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. "i'm gonna cum...gonna cum so hard for you..."

and with one final thrust, one final squeeze of his hand around your throat, you let go, your thighs getting ruined with your arousal, as you squirm, holding his hand, that masturbates your clit hard.

Seungkwan's cock continues to slam into you relentlessly, driving you to the brink of oversensitivity as you convulse beneath him. you whimper in protest, unable to form coherent words as the intensity of his thrusts overwhelms you.

"i can't!" you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling with desperation.

but Seungkwan only chuckles darkly, his grip on your face firm as he forces you to meet his gaze. "ah-ah," he murmurs, his voice a low growl of dominance. "now you're going to wait patiently for me to fill this pussy. you're mine, understand?"

you nod frantically, your body trembling with anticipation as you submit to his command. "yes, seungkwan," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

and then, finally, you feel it—the hot lines of his cum filling you up, coating your insides with his essence. you whimper in ecstasy as he holds your face, forcing you to look at the mess he's made of you, your pussy dripping with his cum and the sheets stained with your combined cum.

the squelching sounds of your bodies mingling fill the air, and Seungkwan's loud moans only serve to heighten, as you squirm beneath him, completely lost in the pleasure of being owned by him.

seungkwan pauses to catch his breath, his cock still buried deep inside you as he reaches for his cellphone. with a mischievous grin, he opens the camera app, positioning his cock next to your thigh as his cum drips from your pussy in fat globs.

click.

he snaps a picture of your well-used cunt, his cock standing proudly beside it, the evidence of your passionate encounter captured for posterity. then, with a satisfied smirk, he turns to you, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"you know, Mingyu and Dokyeom are going to love this," he says, his voice dripping with anticipation.

your eyes widen in shock and arousal as you realize what he's planning. "Seungkwan, you wouldn't—" you begin, but he cuts you off with a wicked chuckle.

"oh, but i would," he replies, his grin widening as he sends the picture to his friends. "they've been dying to see what a naughty little slut you are for me."

you blush furiously at his words, the thought of Mingyu and dk seeing you in such a vulnerable position sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you. "you're insatiable," you murmur, unable to suppress a moan as Seungkwan leans in to kiss you hungrily.

"and you love it," he whispers against your lips, his hands wandering greedily over your body as he prepares to take you his cock again. "now, let's see how long we can keep them waiting."

[your-divine-ribs]

Drive

Words: 2.2k

Another little something I wrote from 🤍 anon’s thoughts… // the smut part is very brief // I do have another little car fic planned out from a request I received a while ago which will likely be naughtier xxx

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It's shameful really, how little your boyfriend has to do to turn you on. Most of the time he's all too aware of what he's doing. He's so in tune with you that he knows exactly what his calculated but tender touches and whispered words of sweet praise are doing to you, but there are odd occasions where he's completely oblivious to the effect he's having on you. This is one of those times.

You're on the long drive to Glasgow for the band's headline gig at TRSNMT. Van had chosen not to travel on the tour bus, favouring the drive with you instead, but you both hadn't accounted for quite what an arduous journey it was. He'd opted for the scenic route to avoid heavy traffic on the M74 which meant navigating some winding countryside roads. Whilst this provided some breathtakingly pretty scenery unfortunately it was doing nothing for his pre-gig stress.

"Shit... are ya sure this is the right way love? Feels more like we're driving up to the Highlands rather than into the city. You did put the right postcode into the Sat Nav, didn't ya?"

The hand that's resting on your thigh as he drives gives you a gentle squeeze and you squirm in your seat, your dress riding up an inch.

"I'm sure I did, you told me to programme an alternative route so that's what I did."

You sink down further in your seat, surreptitiously easing your legs apart, your breath catching when you feel the little callouses on his fingertips brush against your inner thigh as he flexes his hand.

"Might have to pull over in a minute," he mumbles to himself. "I know we've got plenty of time but I don't wanna end up driving miles in the wrong direction. Steve'll go ballistic if I turn up late for soundcheck."

He starts rambling on about the last time he'd left only minutes to spare for sound-check for an important gig and the band's tour manager had given him a lecture in front of the rest of the lads, but you're not properly taking in his words. You're too busy longingly watching his hand on your leg, studying his long, slender fingers and the shadows of the raised veins, the way he absentmindedly drags his fingers over the soft flesh of your thigh every now and again as he talks. You know you should be listening to him but to be honest your mind is well and truly at gutter level, imagining how it would feel if he slid his hand higher, his skilful fingers slipping under the lace of your panties to pleasure you as he drove.

"You're not listening to me are ya babe?"  His voice suddenly cuts through your filthy thoughts, and you turn your head to the side to look at him, see the little crease of concentration on his forehead as he peers at the road ahead.

"I am!" You protest, smirking to yourself. It's not a blatant lie but you're definitely not fully tuned in. Your flimsy dress is spread out on the seat, the hem only a few inches from indecency but you don't bother to rearrange it. You're just waiting for the moment Van glances over and catches sight of you. He never can resist you when you're looking all pure and pretty in a cute little summer dress, especially when the salacious curve of your lips adds that alluring hint of wickedness.

"So what did I just say then?" He challenges you, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he takes his hand away to place it back on the wheel as he navigates a tight bend. "You never listen, always got your head in the bloody clouds daydreaming about something."

"I was listening, you were moaning on about being late for gigs," you tell him, immediately missing his touch but trying not to sulk about it. "I don't know why it stresses you out so much to be honest... you never are actually late. Even when you're cutting it fine you always get there on time. Steve just likes to complain."

"Yeah well, I just like to be professional, ya know I do. Don't wanna let anyone down."

You hum an agreement, excitement mounting as he positions his hand back on your leg and it's a little higher this time. You're tempted to place your hand over his and slide it even further up but you don't. You're enjoying this little game that you've got going on, even if you're the only conscious participant at present.

You lull your head to the side to study his profile as he drives. He's so handsome with his long lashes framing his pretty blue eyes, the gentle slope of his nose and the scattering of freckles across the bridge of it, the sharp line of his jaw which is lightly stubbled after he'd foregone his usual morning shave. He's got the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and you watch as the tendons in his arms flex under the skin as he relaxes and clenches his grip on the steering wheel.

Fuck... you'd never realised how much it turned you on simply watching him drive. You're not sure what it is but there's just something about it that raises your pulse. It's a warm summer's day but even with the air conditioning turned up full you swear the temperature's risen by a good ten degrees. Maybe you're ovulating. That must be it, your hormones tend to run rampant at certain times of the month and your uncontrollable horniness has got you into a compromising situation with your boyfriend on more than one occasion. Not that he complains about it or ever denies you, his own libido sky-rocketing whenever you take the initiative in your sexual encounters. In fact he'll often tell you it's his biggest turn on when you make your demands of him.

So you take the plunge in a sudden rush of boldness, darting out your hand to place it over his and firmly sliding it higher up your thigh, spreading your legs as you watch his stunned reaction.

"What are ya... oh... oh fucking 'ell," he splutters, eyes darting between your bare legs and the road ahead. His jaw falls slack before he's licking at his lips and shifting in the seat. You can practically see the cogs in his brain whirring as his thoughts take an unexpected filthy turn, the animalistic arousal you spark in him as you brazenly press his hand between your legs and let out a needy sigh.

"So this what you've been so distracted about eh?" He says, voice tight in surprise as his fingers come into contact with damp lace. "You been sitting there next to me thinking about this the whole journey huh?"

"Maybe..." you giggle coyly, pressing your head back against the headrest as you feel a fingertip rub temptingly over your covered clit. "Mmm... that feels nice..."

He lets out a small groan beside you, all need and frustration. "Christ babe, think ya gonna be the death of me... well maybe the death of both of us if I go and crash the car! We can't do this while I'm driving, you're too much of a distraction."

His eyes dart quickly to you then away, full of longing and desire as he reluctantly withdraws his hand, placing it back on the wheel. You know damn well he'll be fighting with his conscience right now, the reliable, dependable part of him telling him to concentrate fully on getting to his destination whilst his wayward naughty side is clamouring to be heard, urging him to pull over and fuck the living daylights out of you in the nearest lay-by.

"It's okay, it's just a little fantasy of mine. I know it's too dangerous..." You bite back a sulky pout, knowing Van's speaking the truth but still fighting the desire which is pulsing red hot between your thighs. "I’ll just have to wait until tonight after the show I guess."

"It's not that I don't want to..." he starts but you cut him off, leaning over the centre console to plant a soft kiss on his jawline, his stubble lightly scratching at your lips.

"It's okay... really... I'm not that sex-crazed! I can wait!" You laugh, finally pulling the hem of your dress down over your bare thighs, pushing away your salacious thoughts, stashing them away for later.

Van reaches over again, this time entwining his fingers through yours, pulling your hand up to his lips so he can press a kiss against your knuckles. "I'll make it up you... promise."

You drive in comfortable quiet for a while, Van humming a Beatles track that's just come on the radio and tapping out a beat on the steering wheel, you gazing out the passenger window at the pretty mountainous landscape. You're so zoned out that when his voice sounds out and you feel the touch on your thigh again you jolt a little in surprise.

"If I pull over and fuck you we're definitely gonna wind up being late. We'd better have a good excuse for the guys."

"What're you talking about? We just agreed to wait... oh..."

Your voice trails off as your eyes dip down to his crotch to note the bulge in his jeans. Even though you'd managed to temporarily switch off your arousal it seems like Van hasn't. A huge smirk breaks out on your lips, quietly triumphant that it seems like you might have got your own way after all.

"So it looks like someone can't wait until after the show then?"

Van chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "Babe, I'll fuck you now and after the show. Can't stop thinking about you sitting there thinking all these dirty thoughts. I'm guessing it won't matter if we're a little bit late."

"You've certainly changed your tune," you grin, letting your legs fall slack as he kneads at the flesh of your inner thighs. "We don't have to make up some complicated excuse either, we can just tell the guys that we couldn't find the car keys.”

"Nah," Van disagrees. "I texted Bondy earlier to tell him we were just leaving out. Something's gotta happen whilst we're driving."

"Something is happening," you reply, your voice breathy as you feel his fingertips edging ever closer to the crease of your inner thigh. You push your pelvis forward in the seat, eager to feel more than just his teasing touches. "Just tell them we got lost... I'll take the blame. Tell them I was navigating."

This raises another chuckle from Van as he quickly snatches his hand away to flick on the indicator. "That's totally believable with your shit sense of direction. Here, this'll do, I can't wait any longer. I'll fuck ya right here."

He pulls off the road and you look all around to take in your surroundings, your eyes widening in surprise as you realise he's pulled into a roadside cafe, hardly the most secluded of spots.

"Here? You're joking aren't you? It's a bit public isn't it?"

But your caution isn't shared by Van who pulls into an empty space at the far side of the car park. He quickly kills the engine and unbuckles his seat belt in record time, his eagerness apparent as he leans across the centre console to loom over you.

"It'll be fine, we just have to be discreet. C'mon love, live a little!"

He's already reaching for you, one hand tucking around the back of your neck whilst the other releases your seat belt, his lips crashing against yours with passion, stealing your breath.

You're at once like a pair of horny teenagers, moaning and panting into each other's mouths, pawing at each other's clothing like you can't get enough of one another. It's still too risky to go all the way though, despite your love of pushing boundaries neither of you want to end up on an indecent exposure charge with Van's headline slot just hours away. So you settle for a compromise, needy fingers and hands delving under clothing, hot flesh and whispered stifled groans as you pleasure each other in tune to your desperate desire.

"Fucking 'ell! Look at you!” Van exclaims in stunned approval as he pushes your dress up around your hips to reveal delicate black lace, a new purchase you’d made for your trip with your boyfriend in mind. You know how the sight of all that pretty sheer lace drives him wild and it’s having the desired effect, his eyes blazing with lust as he hooks his fingertips under the lacy edge of your panties to pull them aside.

"Well..." you smirk mischievously, fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his jeans which sees him biting down hard on his bottom lip to stifle a groan. "Thought I should make an effort since I planned on fucking the lead singer of the band playing tonight..."

"You'd better not be talking about our opener," he teases, his mock-serious tone a contrast to the wide cheeky grin that surfaces.

"The pretty boy with the soft lips and the brown hair is the one I desire tonight," you murmur, your words devolving into moans as you feel him pressing two fingers inside you, the heel of his hand sliding slickly against your clit.

You grip hold of his forearm with a gasp, holding on tight as electric currents of pleasure zip up your spine, your body trembling as he hits all your sweet spots at once.

"I'm all yours love... tonight and every night."

[shadowsinger11]

Adult Fun

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Requested by @theweasleytwinsgirl: hi love, can i request a fred fic in which it is quarantine then reader and fred try do it but their baby keeps on crying, thanks love!

Warnings: smut in case you haven't figured this out, pouty Freddie is adorable af

A/N: My god, I actually loved this request a lot! And I really enjoyed writing it lmao

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Having a child with Fred was a blessing. The war was merciful enough to let you leave unharmed and years later you were lucky enough to have a baby of your own as you had dreamed for such long time.

Fred was an incredible father, no doubt, he was extremely caring and loving, showing a much softer side to your kid; one you'd never guess he had. But with the responsibility of raising a child came very limited time for you and Fred to relax, and it was understandable to say that your husband had become unusually moody over the past year since your baby was born.

Fred truly loved being a parent, but he really missed those passionate, intimate moments he used to share with you as his wife. He missed having your body trembling beneath him, he missed the feeling of your heated skin moving against his.

His need for you was growing stronger overtime and it had become terribly obvious when he started to walk around your house shirtless more often, pants hanging a little lower and hair messier than usual. But you couldn't really blame him; you'd been craving some adult time with your lover just as much as he did.

When quarantine struck, you handled it surprisingly well.

It was unpleasant to not be able to meet your loved ones for awhile, but at least you and Fred had more time to spend with each other. That's when his touches became lingering, more urgent and even slightly rough. Gentle caresses of your thighs and hips would turn into squeezing the soft flesh and chaste kisses would end with his tongue between your lips.

You hated to admit that the lack of intimacy was taking a toll on you as well. And unfortunately, baby naps weren't of enough time for you to catch up with what you both desperately wanted.

And that's why you tried very hard to keep yourselves busy while being stuck at home with your baby asleep upstairs.

Dozens of movies, TV shows, board games and even some poor cooking attempts which ended in a disaster, did nothing to help you and Fred in the months of a global pandemic and you ended up lying on the couch in your living room with absolutely nothing to.

"Merlin, I cannot possibly watch another episode," grumbled Fred, tossing the remote aside. "My head's about to explode."

You chuckled at his antic, but couldn't help but agree, "Honestly, mine too."

Your legs were nestled between Fred's long ones, head resting peacefully on his chest as he lazily ran fingers through your hair. You buried your face into the cotton of his red T-shirt and inhaled his characteristic scent of coffee and cedar, not planning to move away anytime soon. It had been exceptionally rare to be able to spend entire days simply cuddling your lover, but once quarantine happened, you often found yourselves snuggled up on the couch in your pajamas and you cherished those moments of seemingly eternal peace and security.

The way Fred tenderly caressed your sides up and down nearly caused you to fall asleep and you hugged him closer.

"You know what we haven't done in awhile?" Fred's low, groggy voice brought you back to consciousness. You slightly pulled away to look at him and sat between his legs.

After months of not having to run the shop, Fred didn't find it as necessary as before to make himself that presentable and his wild ginger hair now nearly reached his shoulders. But at the end, it was you who most enjoyed his messy, laid back look.

You lifted a hand to caress his cheek, thin stubble tingling your fingertips, and asked timidly, already having a vague idea.

"What?"

Fred involuntarily licked his lips and reached a hand to the collar of your thin shirt, gently slipping the hem down your shoulder to expose your bare neck and collarbones. His thumb traced patterns over the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise upon it, and you looked into his eyes, dark brown irises blown with desire which you hadn't encountered in a long time and made you shudder under his touch.

"It's been awhile since I last had you," he purred, the corners of his lips curling up in a dark smirk that immediately sent you into submission and had you craving. "Will you let me have you now, little girl?"

Your mind immediately wandered to your child.

"What about the baby?" you asked, worried.

"Nothing will happen as long as we're quiet," Fred shrugged, then switched back to his dominant persona and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. "Can you be quiet for me?"

A strangled moan tore from your throat before you managed to stop it, and you eagerly placed your legs on either side of your lover's lap, wrapping hands around his neck. Fred's grin grew wider at your neediness and his hands came down to greedily squeeze your hips and ass. He slammed his mouth onto yours, devouring your desperate whimpers and causing you to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. 

You rolled your hips against Fred's, hinting at how impatient you were, and he was more than happy to carefully lay you back on the couch and slip off your pajama shorts. His eyes stared at your black panties, undoubtedly damp at that point, and you could tell by his furrowed brow that Fred was already recalling all the things he'd planned to do to you for quite a long time.

"Darling, we have a lot of catching up to do," he breathed and ran a finger over your clothed core. It was warm and positively soaked, and Fred's mind went wild with uncontrollable hunger. His fingers tugged at the hem of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs and legs, aiming to savor the moment before finally getting what he wanted.

The desire growing in his pants made it very clear that Fred needed release just as much as you did, so you let a hand wander down your body, giving him a show of your exposed pussy. You knew your game had worked when you earned a low growl from Fred, and he crawled between your legs, tongue wettening your swollen lips with one long lick.

"Fred..." you sighed and your head fell back, hands coming down to fist his ginger locks once again.

A cry from upstairs caused Fred to pull away.

You shared a knowing, slightly disappointed look. Fred groaned quietly, but rose to his feet nonetheless.

"I'll get it."

You lied back with a heavy sigh, staring up at the ceiling for the few extremely long minutes in which Fred was gone. You were relieved when the crying soon ceased, and you grinned widely as your lover crawled up to you, looking at you up and down.

"Where were we?" he asked smugly, smiling against your lips. You giggled into the kiss, arms grabbing onto his shoulders for support as his hand slipped between your thighs, fingers slyly playing with your folds and getting coated in your juices.

You bit back a low moan, buckling your hips up to create more friction. Fred's pace turned more urgent and he slipped two fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your swollen clit in rapid circles. Your sighs turned into choked gasps and your thighs began to quiver.

That was exactly what Fred had missed so dearly. He missed seeing you in such a pure state of pleasure; the rising and falling of your chest, your puffed parted lips, your eyes squeezed shut from the unbearable euphoria. Fred had terribly missed being the one to make you feel ecstatic.

Soon the spark in your belly ignited and you came hard around Fred's fingers, biting into the back of your hand to muffle the filthy moans that threatened to escape. That was the moment when he found you most beautiful; natural, radiant and happy.

His patience was wearing thin at that point, his erection aching from the lack ot touch, and Fred quickly took off his pants and underwear. His thick cock was painfully hard, the red swollen tip already leaking precum, and the prominent vein from the underside had you longing to taste it.

Fred gave his length a few slow strokes and your mouth began to water.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting your lover to take you, and he nearly did, holding your thighs open to position himself at your entrance.

But the baby cried out again.

Fred cursed under his breath, the frustration finally taking over him for not being able to make love to you properly.

"I don't understand!" he whined, pulling back to sit on the couch. "It's not hungry, nor does it need a change of the diaper. What am I doing wrong?"

You moved closer to him and brushed a strand of ginger hair behind his ear. His pouty face both made you want to laugh and be sympathetic, and you gave him a sweet, apologetic smile.

"Chances are, it probably only needs a bit of some motherly charm to fall asleep."

Fred still seemed unsatisfied with having been interrupted after finally getting some alone time with you for the first time in what seemed like forever, but he didn't object as you put your clothes back on and left to check up on the baby.

However, before you walked up the stairs, you glanced at Fred over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk that immediately replaced the scowl on his face with a hungry expression.

"Give me a few minutes. And then I'm sucking you off."

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[sinnaminsuga]

Title: Money Counter Part 2

Summary: Just the filthy continuation of the first part of this mess

Word Count: 2629

Warnings: smut, power struggle, slapping, choking, rough sex, a tad violent, a little blood, daddy!kink, i think that's it if i missed something let me know!

A/N: hello again! the beautiful @connieisland popped into my messages and inspired me to make a part 2 to my latest fic and this is what i came up with! feedback is appreciated! thank you for reading! ❤️

Link To Part 1: right here

Tags: @october505 @infinite-shite @hope-to-hell @inlovewithhisblueeyes @littlefreya @viking-raider @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @foodieforthoughts @raspberrydreamclouds @wendimydarling @oddsnendsfanfics @its--fandom--darling @the-soot-sprite @connieisland @feralrunaway @oddduckthatgirl

There was no mistaking the groan and shudder that ran through that dangerous man’s body when you spoke softly into his ear. “Now. Let's talk about your punishment for doubting me. You'll be a good boy for me, won't you darling?”

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Henry’s grip tightened on your waist. “I demand control in all aspects of my life. I don't give that up easily.” he growled.

“So I'll just take. What. I. Want.” you hissed, shoving him backwards swiftly, his broad back hitting the sturdy wood of the table with a muted thud. His eyes widened in surprise at the quick change of his position. Before he could really even adjust, you straddled his waist and leaned down to suckle at the soft tender skin of his neck. You wedged your hands between the already straining buttons of his dress shirt and pulled as hard as you could, sending the buttons flying in every direction. Henry groaned as your lips continued their assault down his now bare chest. You moved slowly and lapped at the skin above his waistband as your hands palmed at his solid length through his pants.

“Well fuck! Are you going to do something or what? I'm dying here!” He all but whined, hands scrabbling for purchase, meeting nothing but loose hundred dollar bills. You giggled to yourself as you fondled him, doing no more and no less than you had been. His hands crumpled the copious amounts of money and as he became frustrated with your lack of desire to do anything but fuck with him, he threw the cash as a feral scream tore from his throat.

Suddenly you were the one at a loss for words as your body was pulled up and flipped over onto your back, thrown into the position Henry was just in. Henry hovered above you, eyes frantically scanning your dress clad form. “Too much.” was all he ground out, not unlike a caveman, before using one hand to tear your dress right down the middle, and making quick work of your panties as well. “HENRY! Do you know how much that dress cost?!” You shrieked, slamming your fists into his chest.

He caught your flailing limbs and pinned them on either side of your head. “Don't care. Get you a new one later. Fuck baby, I can smell you. Like raspberries. And sugar.” Henry moaned lowly, running his nose along your jugular, sharp teeth grazing over your buzzing skin. You couldn't stop the shiver that wracked your body, your sensitive core pulsing around nothing.

“Needy little thing aren't you? You want me? Tell me you do. Because I want you. More than anything. Say you want me, want this, and I’ll take you to levels of ecstasy you’ve never even thought of. Would you like that?” Henry whispered, his knuckles running over your steadily weeping entrance. You whined out a “yes”, lifting your hips looking for friction.

As soon as he got your permission, Henry was on you, his thick strong tongue diving into your lush cavern. You fell victim to his honey coated tongue and soft hums rumbling from his chest. He repeatedly flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit with the vigor of a starving man, pulling sugar sweet moans from your throat. He used his thumbs to pull your folds apart and marvel at the depraved sight that was your aching cunt. You flinched a bit when you felt the pads of Henry’s fingers ghosting over your most sensitive place. He ran his fingers through the sticky sweet slick dripping from you, coating them thoroughly before raising them to his mouth and sucking them clean. The animalistic growl that tore its way out of him was something you’d never grow tired of hearing. When he sank his tongue back into you and curled it in such a way that it rubbed against that spongy flesh inside you, your hand flew to his thick mass of curls atop his head. You could feel him grin against your damp flesh before he lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“Come on sweetheart. Beg me for it. Beg me to cum.” He hissed with a grin. The smile on his face wavered just a fraction when he felt your sharp nails dig into his scalp, sending sparks of pain shooting down his spine.

Tightening your fist around the handful of his hair you had in your hand, you pulled his head up and met his eyes with fury burning in yours. “Fuck you. I don’t beg for a goddamn thing. Never have. Never will.” You ground out between your teeth. Never breaking eye contact with you, he huffed out a laugh and said “Then I guess, I'll just. Take. What. I. Want.”

With a speed you've never experienced, you were flipped over onto your stomach, breasts mashed against the now forgotten money. You attempted to push yourself up onto your forearms but Henry’s broad hand quickly shoved you back down. The lack of control agitated you and you turned as much as you could in his grasp, wriggling your way into a half turned position. Henry attempted to turn you back onto your front and your palm connected with his cheek with a resounding CRACK that echoed in the room.

The force of the slap you delivered had split his lower lip after it collided with his bottom teeth. Henry brought his thumb to his mouth to assess the wound, blood coating his fingertip. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to say “What are you going to do about it?”. A wicked grin split his face, baring his glittering white teeth to you. “Oh you little bitch! You asked for it.” Henry bellowed, his hands once again finding your waist and manhandling you to your front where he had you before. The only difference was his massive hand pressing the side of your face into the wood of the table.

The metal clanging of his belt coming undone sent your body into a frenzy, your pussy clamping down hard around nothing but air. The soft rustle of fabric being pulled down was followed by the sound Henry moaning just a bit as his hand made contact with his engorged manhood. You managed to turn your head under his hand just to get a glimpse of his glorious cock. You knew it would be massive, no one carried themselves around like Henry did if they weren't packing some serious heat.

His erection stood proudly at the apex of his thighs and you shuddered at what you saw next. He held his length out steady, and let a mouthful of spit pour out from between his pillowy lips to land directly onto his shaft. He wiped the excess drool from his mouth with the back of his hand before using it to pump himself, his own spit slicking the way. You keened, watching him intently. When he was ready, he leaned in close so his mouth was against the shell of your ear and his tip notched against your opening.

“I want to fuck you now. But I don't know if you deserve it. Submit to me, wildling,-” you stiffened beneath him, ready to fight him off again, but he continued speaking with his hushed tone. “-and I’ll make you touch the stars. It doesn't make you weak, to let someone else take care of you, you know. I know what you want, what you need, sweetheart but I need to hear you say it. Let me give it to you. Cmon baby.” he murmured.

You weren't ready to say anything just yet and he could tell, so he slowly slid the tip of himself into you, punching out a whimper from your chest. But then he stopped. No movement, nothing. “You can have the rest if you use your words, love. Cmon. Just say it. I gotta hear you say it. Please please please.” Henry rambled, his forehead pressed to the side of your head. Your cunt squeezed around what small piece of him had pushed inside of you, attempting to suck him in further. You burned with need, the ache almost becoming painful. You gritted your teeth, trying to wait him out for about another minute. Then you gave in, the need coursing through you taking over and making you a soft, pliant, whimpering mess. You fell limp against the table and tried to push back onto him.

“Oh god please! I cant take it anymore! I cant go another minute without you inside me! Please oh god please Henry please fuck me please I’m begging you!” you cried, begging was foreign to you and it caused shame and tears to soak your cheeks. Henry brushed your hair behind your ear as he tutted at you. “See? Was that so hard darling? I’ll give you what you need. Shhh don't cry. I'm gonna make it all better okay?” He cooed, lapping up the briney tears that streaked your face as he pushed into you. He bottomed out inside you and you howled with the feeling of being so complete. He pulled back and slammed into you again, his tip kissing your cervix.

“Jesus fucking christ woman you're so tight. Like a god damn virgin. You take me so well. Do you feel me? Here?” Henry splayed his massive hand over your lower stomach. You were unable to form coherent thoughts or words so you nodded as best you could. His palm once again slid up your back and sunk into the hair at the back of your head. He roughly yanked your head back causing you to gasp and sputter. “I'm going to fuck you like an animal. I’m not going to be nice and i'm not going to be gentle but that's what you want isn't it?” Henry spat, his hips beginning to piston his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. He kept spewing filth into your ear as he moved in and out of you, grinding your clit against the table causing the most delicious sensation that teetered on the razor thin edge of pleasure and pain.

“I’m going to fill you up over and over and over again until your hungry little hole is spilling over with my cum. I want to see it drip out of you. Maybe I’ll give you a baby, would you like that, little one? Yeah I want to see you round with my child.” Henry spewed his heated words as his heavy length plundered your channel. Your walls squeezed him, attempting to force him out but also suck him back in at the same time. Your body moved against the table but your brain was mush. He hooked his hand under your left knee and pulled your leg up to rest on the table, opening you further. He tipped his hips at just the right angle, hitting that spot inside you causing you to scream out.

“Oh god yes Daddy!” rolled off your lips and you felt Henry’s rhythm falter.

“Oh sweetheart, I could get used to that. Say it again. Let me hear you.” he moaned.

“Fuck me Daddy! P-please! I-i need to c-cum!” you whined, pathetic and broken. Henry stopped moving for just long enough to gently turn you over onto your back, never slipping out of you. He picked up his pace once again before answering.

“Go ahead pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Yeahhhh just like that baby. Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight” he snarled, massive hands tightening and bruising your waist. You felt the coil in the pit of your stomach snap as you came around him, sparks of unbelievable pleasure shooting up your spine and radiating out to the tips of your fingers. Bliss took over your body and a strangled cry clawed it's way up your throat and out into the hot air between you two.

Henry kept fucking into you as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm, drawing little “Ah!” sounds from your sweet mouth. He halted his movements long enough to lift your naked form into his arms to continue fucking you while in the air. You noted the fact that you were moving around the room but you didn't know where and to be honest you didn't really care as most of your attention was firmly focused on the slick rod impaling you repeatedly. Suddenly your back met the wood of the door and Henry’s right hand snaked it's way up and settled around your vulnerable throat, applying a good amount of pressure.

“Cmon baby give me another one. I know you can. Give it to me. Give it to Daddy, yeah?” Henry barked through clamped teeth, hammering up into you harder and harder with every thrust. His hand on your throat tightened, limiting your speech. That hand left your neck and weaseled it's way between your bodies to rub fast tight little circles over your clit causing you to gasp. Henry rushed forward and licked into your open mouth and your hands flew to his shoulders, sinking your nails into the supple flesh. Neither of you realized how hard he was railing you against the door until you heard the splintering of wood and the crash of metal as the locking mechanism in the door gave way at the same time that you came around his throbbing length once again. There was now a hole in the door but neither of you gave a fuck. Henry pulled you tight against his chest and continued to piston in and out of you at a near punishing pace, now chasing his own high.

“Fuck! I-i’m gonna cum sweetheart. I’m gonna cum inside you. Fill you up real good. Put a baby in you. God fuc- shit! Oh my god!” Henry roared and thrashed like an animal as he shot deep inside you, soothing your aching womb with his seed.

He lowered you both to the ground so you were straddling his lap, still full of him. You rested your head on his shoulder, the both of you panting desperately attempting to fill your lungs with the sex-thick air. Henry's fingers danced up your spine as you relaxed against him.

“We made quite the mess, young lady.” he mumbled, nudging you to turn your head and look. The money you had been tasked with counting now littered the entire room, your supplies for banding the stacks of cash strewn about the floor.

“Yes I suppose we did. Wanna make another one?” You snickered, tightening your walls around his softening length inside you. He let out a low hiss before delivering a light snack to your ass.

“Let me get you to my bedroom first, you heathen.” Henry remarked with a grin as he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Well cmon then Daddy. Show me what else you got.” You giggled with your hands on either side of his face.

Henry’s broad frame shook with his laughter before he looked you in the eyes, his glinting with mischief. His tongue ran up the column of your throat, lapping up the salty sweat glistening on your skin before whispering “Oh I’ll show you what I’ve got darling. Don't you worry.”

Your response died on your lips as his teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder. This man had ruined you for anyone else. And you couldn't find it in yourself to even pretend to be mad about it.

THE END

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Mildred Ratched - Punishment

You work as a nurse along with Mildred Ratched and you decided to tease her but she snaps faster than you think and she gives you a punishment for your bad behaviour. Lol and here I am writing Smut after thinking I wouldn't ever just because I'm not good at it. I hope this is not too bad, this is pretty much the first Smut fic I've written , the first one in this book was only slightly sexual.

Warning: Smut and some swearing (honestly I tend to curse like a sailor)

You just loved to get Mildred worked up at any moment you can. The two of you had been dating each other for three months now and you also know of her true motives working here and about her brother that seem to have taken a liking to you and teasing Mildred about you when she went down to see him, taking great joy in seeing his sisters flustered state.

Mildred was originally just planning to get her true plans over with in this place and get it over with but the moment she set eyes on you that plan have quickly flew out of the window and she have fallen for your teasing nature fast, even more so as she tried to deny it until she eventually couldn't get you out of her head and the way you've endlessly teased and flirted with her and getting jealous when Huck have flirted with you before you've subtly told him that you prefer the company of other women and he became like a older brother of yours instead.

When the two of you started officially dating your teasing have only seemed to have increased as time goes on and Mildred was stuck in a love-hate zone with that but right now she was having a hard time handeling that when you've decided to target her once again for the third day this week.

The first time was early in the morning on the car ride her that you started the teasing with your hand on her her inner tight, teasingly running your fingers higher. She have fixed you with a stern glare after removing your hand but yet you kept it up until the the tips of your fingers have grazed against her clothed core, she was about to give you a harsh piece of her mind but it was already too late because you were near the hospital and you were out the door the moment the car came to a stop after planting a kiss against her lips the moment she opened her mouth, leaving her staring after you with a lingering look.

The second time you've caught her off guard that morning was when Nurse Bucket was talking with all the staff at the front, you were standing close to her and the moment Nurse Bucket turned her back for a brief moment you took a chance to sneak your hand beneath the skirt of her nurse outfit and groping her as she cheek firmly which elected a yelp from her just as your hand flew back to your side as Nurse Bucket turned to glare at Mildred in annoyance while you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your satisfied smirk.

"Do you have something you wish to share Miss Ratched?"

Mildred simply straightened her posture. "No." She said coldly as Huck tried to hold in his chuckle by coughing into his fist, clearly having seen what you've done.

The third time she finally snapped, you two were in the operation room cleaning the equipment and tools when you've decided to tease her by beginning to kiss at her neck when she stood next to you to put away a tool.

"Stop that before I perform a lobotomy on you." Mildred threatened half heartedly, glaring at you coldly but you could see right through her, a smug smirk playing at your lips.

You leaned up on your tip toes to whisper in her ear. "Stop what Nurse Ratched?" And then proceeded to take the bottom of her ear into your mouth and tugging on with your teeth as you pulled away, your hand cupping her clit over her uniform.

Mildred hissed at you, grabbing your arm and flipping you so that you are bent over the steel operation table.

"Now you've done you filthy little girl."

Mildred flipped the skirt of your outfit over, holding it in a fist against your lower back, taking notice of the wet patch on your panties which she quickly pulled off and then flipping you onto the cold steel table completely forcing you onto your back.

"You clearly haven't learned your lesson the previous few times...or maybe you have but you are just being a brat to get punished." Mildred growled lowly suddenly showing her pointer and middle finger both into your soaked aching entranced without warning, tearing a startled yelp out of you,  groaning in arousal at feeling just how wet you are.

"God, just feel how absolutely drenched you are you filthy brat." Mildred quickened the pace of her fingers after curling them, smirking when you let out a whimper and desperately trying to trust back at the same pace into her hand but she easily held your hips down with one hand making you groan in frustration.

After a few moments of her scissoring you with her fingers while thrusting them into you you let out a loud moan, already feeling closer to tumbling over your orgasm.

"Not so fast. You get to cum when I give you permission to and I'm far from done with you." Mildred husked out, slowing the pace of her fingers when she felt your walls tightening around them, red painted lips forming into a devious smile as you let out a desperate whine mixed with a frustrated groan.

"Don't pretend you don't love this. You've brought this upon yourself you filthy brat." She watched you through hooded darkened eyes, suddenly thrusting her fingers faster and deeper again at a ruthless pace making your hips jerk, (e/c) screwed shut as the operating table creaked beneath the force of your jerking hips as she forced them down.

Just when she noticed your walls tightening around her fingers again as your low moans increased she abruptly stopped her pace all together making you whimper once again, eyes flying open and needily staring into her list filled eyes.

"P-please Mil-" You started to say shakily as she pulled her juice coated fingers completely out of your throbbing heat, trying to get friction on your core by trying to rub your thighs together but she easily forced them apart again with a firm grip.

"Don't call me that. It's Mistress to you when I'm fucking you." Mildred said in her raspy deep voice before sticking both her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean of your juices and groaning at the taste.

You swallowed heavily, chest heaving before desperately whimpering out. "Mistress, P-please make m-me cum."

Mildred simply tutted at you after releasing her fingers with a pop, red lipstick smeared on them by now.

"No. You don't get to cum today." She said coldly and proceeded to hike the skirt of her blue nurse uniform up her hips and pulling her black panties off, bending over you and taking your earlobe into her her warm mouth, her wet tongue running teasingly over the shell of your ear before biting down on it softly as her warm breath raised goosebumps on your skin, taking delight in your desperate whimpers as you gripped the cold steel sides of the operation table, knuckles turning white.

"Pl-ease Mistress. I-I'll behave." You and Mildred both knew that was far from the truth and that you'll do it again at any moment you can.

Mildred bit your earlobe one last time before releasing it with a soft pop.

"No. You'll just have to suffer and wait until I've decided when you get to cum." She growled out, getting on top of you and grabbing your neck with both her hands, squeezing just enough to restrict your breathing slightly as you gulped, lust fulled eyes staring into your clouded (e/c) eyes as she started to move her hips against your clothed stomach in a lazy pace, ignoring the fact that her juices is rubbing off against your nurse uniform.

You grabbed at her soft clothed hips, slowly guiding her as you watched her with drunken lust as her red lips parted, her hands moving to your clothed shoulders and digging her fingernails into them and you believed if the nurse uniform sleeves didn't cover them she surely would've drawed blood.

"You will finish me off and clean up this mess you've made of me and then perhaps tonight I'll make you cum." Mildred ordered in a strict voice before removing your hands from her hips and moving up your body until she's hovering her heated core above your face.

You licked your lips in anticipation, groaning lowly at seeying her glistening heat.

"Yes Mistress." Was all you could managed to get out, hands moving up and gripping her hips firmly and lowering her slowly and eagerly licking between her wet folds.

Mildred let's out a relieved sigh, one hand gripping the the steel side of the table to keep her steady while the other one pulled your nurse cap off, throwing it on the floor before digging her fingers into your (h/c) locks firmly, thrusting her heat against your hot tongue.

You moaned at the taste of her sweet juices, sending vibrations through her core as her, her hips faltering for a moment, a moan falling from her lips.

You firmly began to guide her hips again, making slow circles around her clit with your tongue and taking the soft nub into your mouth and suckling on it as you rubbed your tights together in arousal, wanting to reach down to pleasure yourself but knowing better to not anger the red haired woman.

Mildred's eyes fell shut, moaning again and thrusting her hips against your face, her grip in your (h/c) locks tightening slightly.

"M-more." She ordered.

You obliged, one of your hands slipping away from her waist and moving to between her legs, rubbing her clit teasingly.

"Enough teasing or you won't get to cum tonight." Mildred growled out, eyes opening and glaring into your (e/c) beneath her.

You huffed but obliged again, rubbing two fingers against her wet folds to wet before sinking them into her entrance, starting to pump them into her slowly.

"Good girl. Now keep going." She groaned out.

You kept your eyes focused on hers as you picked up the pace of your fingers, sucking and licking at her soft nub again, slightly out of breath but enjoying it.

You kept on going for a good few moments, alternating between sucking her nub and folds while keeping a steadily fast pace with your fingers in her, never taking your eyes off of her face that is contorted on pleasure, enjoying the sweet raspy moans falling from her mouth.

"Oh fuck, I-I'm almost the-re. Keep that up babygirl." Mildred moaned out, gripping your hair in a vise grip, struggling to keep her dark eyes trained on yours.

You eagerly picked up your pace, fingers thrusting into her in a relentless pace and once again taking her nub into your mouth, sucking on it gently and occasionally biting it softly while moaning around it to send vibrations straight through her core.

"Oh fuck! Just like-" Her mouth fell open in a broken mix of a whimper and moan, her hips stuttering unsteadily against your mouth.

You firmly brought her hips down with one hand again, closing your mouth around her nub again and firmly sucking, fingers curling inside of her just to hit the right spot that have her seeying stars.

"Shit!" Mildred groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she threw her head back, soft moans bouncing around the room as you softly bit down on her nub once again and moaning around her and that have her cumming with a blinding orgasm, juices spreading down your wrist, mouth and chin.

You removed your fingers from her juice covered entrance and stuck your tongue into her still fluttering entrance as deeply as possible.

"Fuck, Baby stop!" Mildred pulled at your hair, whimpering when you continued to sick and tongue fuck her oversensitive pussy, not once slowing down as you eagerly sucking up all her juices until you tore another blinding orgasm out of her that had her a whimpering mess.

You duck your two fingers clean before moving your hands up to her clothed waist, pulling her down your body until she's sitting on your clothed stomach again as she panted heavily, sweat running down the side of her head.

Mildred stared into your eyes while still coming down from her high, leaning over you to peck your swollen lips, tongue forcing it's way into your mouth, groaning at the taste of her in your mouth.

The two of you lazily makeout for a few moments before Mildred pulled away making you pout up at her, already missing the taste and feeling of her lips against yours.

"That was good. I'll reward you tonight Baby." Mildred cooed at you, her thumb tracing your lower lip.

"Now fix yourself up and clean this mess up.  Dr. Hanover will be needing us both here later for a operation on a patient." Mildred ordered after fixing herself, back to her asual composed self, giving you one last look before turning and leaving the operation room to go to the nearest bathroom.

You took a moment to collect yourself before fixing your nurse uniform and then attempting to fix your messy hair as much as possible before pulling on your ruined panties and nurse cap.

"Well this was so worth it." You said to yourself.

After cleaning the operation room and putting everything back where it belonged you made your way out of the room too, seeying Huck leaning against a wall in one of the white hallways, a knowing smile tugging at his lips after noticing your disheveled state.

"So that is what you two were up to?" He stared more than asked as a pink dusted your cheeks.

"Shut up." You glared at him.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Just please don't get caught by others." He warned softly and you smiled in assurance at him.

"Don't worry, we'll be careful." You assured.

He gave another smile before pointing at your hair. "You might wanna fix up that mess." Was all he said before turning around and walking away to get back to work.

You rushed into the nearest bathroom, smiling when you see Mildred applying red lipstick again, going to stand next to her and fixing your hair in the mirror, seeying a hint of a smile ghosting over her lips as the two of you made eye contact in the clean mirror.