#but i'm a nip/tuck enjoyer so...

[baddingtonbitch]

this cillian murphy appreciation spike has put disco pigs, breakfast on pluto and 28 days later gifsets on my dash all in one day but when are we gonna give the deeply problematic diva that is Peacock (2010) the attention she deserves? c'mon equal servings of cunt and hitchcockian transphobia, let's get conflicting! okurrrrrr

[heelovver]

Jungwon - Sleeplessness

Established relationship: DomJungwon x SubReader

Smut - MDNI

Summary: If Jungwon can’t sleep it’s only fair you can’t either. It was basically all your fault he couldn’t sleep after all.

"The night was young, and the young man was restless. He tried to look beyond the endless skies but could only help but stare at the moon." This was what Jungwon was rambling on about in his mind. It was 2 in the morning, and he was unable to sleep. He spent the whole day missing you. You spent the day with your friends shopping and gossiping. Jungwon spent his waiting for your return. He felt like the princess waiting for his knight to save him of boredom. He tried to close his eyes but the way you were tossing n turning in your deep sleep was annoying him. You only gave him a quick peck then rushed to sleep. Then the fact that you got a good night rest while he was unsatisfied because of you. It was all your fault so now you must pay the price. He turned to see your delicate features just like an angel, he thought to himself. Your shorts were riding up and your shirt which was supposed to be big instead accentuated your tits. "Slut would sleep with no bra." He whispered to himself. That was the last convincing evidence he needed. He was ready to corrupt you and your selfishness. He tucked your hair behind your ear and called out your name to try and wake you up. He starred for a couple seconds and when he got no reaction, he threw the blanket on the ground and got on top of you. He studies the features of your sleeping face and the soft noises you made.

He leaned down and nibbled the skin of your neck. He made sure to bite hard on your most sensitive area. You quickly awoke with a soft moan staring at him half asleep. "Wonnie what are you doing?" He ignored you and dipped down towards your breast. He left a mark on your collarbone making sure it hurts you enough. "ow, Won that hurts.." You said as you pulled his newly dyed blonde locks. He could just hear the pout that came with that sentence. "Good" He lifted his head to look you in your eyes. He scoffs, your eyes were still closed while he was pleasuring you him. "Look at me." He said in a stern voice. "I'm tired I was out all day.." You pouted and groan of exhaustion. "Not my problem." He slid his hand down to your sensitive area, teasing the cloth that was acting as a barrier. He slid his finger up and down and teased your hole. You started to squirm and tried to close your thighs. His other hand on your sensitive nipple. Licking his fingers then tugging n teasing your nip. "Wonnie... please" You cried out. "I thought you were tired? I guess you only care when you get enjoyment huh? Selfish." He smirked and continued his movement.

He pulled your shorts off leaving you in your panties. He dipped his head down until he was face to face with your cunt. He wrapped his arms under your thighs and pulled you even closer. He used the tip of his tongue to lick up and down then circling your nub. He was barely putting any pressure, but it was driving you crazy. You gripped the pillow underneath your head and laid their useless. One because you were tired and two knowing Jungwon wouldn't do anything no matter how much you begged. Your panties were still in place, and he made sure your center was soaked both from his tongue and you. He looked up and you still looked unbothered which bothered him. Jungwon returned to his original position and topped you. He then gripped your hips and gave them a tight squeeze before flipping you on top of him. He laid his back against the headboard while you were sitting up straddling him. You rubbed your eyes half awake. "Wonnn~" You whined and pouted. "I'm horny" Now you were the one annoyed. "and?" "and it's your job as my wife girlfriend to pleasure me." you asked then he answered. The only energy you had was used whine and lay down on his chest. You were hopping if you stayed there long enough, he would let you sleep. "Come on now do your job." He said kissing the top of your head.

"I'll even help you get started." He smirked and lay his hands on your ass checks making you grind down onto his hardon. "Why can't you just do the work? I'll lay there looking pretty letting you do whatever you want with my body. Every hole every position, as long as I'm laying of course." You suggested seductively trying to convince him. He replied with a "No" making you whine even more. You were already drained but now you had to deal with being all wet n sticky. You pulled out the pout and your innocent eyes just for him to laugh in your face, "If you make me cum, I'll let you sleep." Jungwon suggested. You could only mope and groan knowing he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted. You slowly and tiredly sat up. You took off his pants and underwear as quickly as your exhausted hands could. You wrapped your fingers around his member and stroked it then teased the tip with one finger. Jungwon groaned and threw his head back. You moved your panties to the side and slowly slid down letting his girth fill you up ever so fully. You whined but now for a different reason. Then you lifted his shirt so you could place your hands on his abdomen for support. You grinded up and down but not bouncing. You made sure to clench here and there to add to the pleasure. "It'll take hours for me to cum if you're only going to do this bullshit." Jungwon said glaring at you. Which you could only pout and start to bounce up and down sloppily. "So mean" "Shut up, you like it." Which you couldn't argue with so you stayed silent focusing on doing a good job so you could get you well-earned beauty sleep. Jungwon moved one of his hands from your hips and relocated it on your shirt. He pulled the bottom of your shirt up and towards your mouth. "Open" He demanded, and you obliged. He bunched the fabric up and placing it into your mouth to shut you up and to get a better view of your tits bouncing. He meanly tugged and manhandled with one of your tits. You couldn't help but start drooling from how wide your mouth was from not being able to moan.

"Come on princess pick up the pace or else we'll be here all night." Jungwon said with a toying grin. You glared at him the best you could with your half lid eyes. You still complied and started to pick up the pace. "Good girl." He stroked your hair. Only the devil could play innocent so well after feasting off it for so long. You felt the pit of your stomach suck in making you dizzy. You clenched and starred into his eyes trying to let him know you were about to cum. You started to rut your hips and lost your constant pattern. Jungwon gripped your hips making you slow down to a stop. He closed his eyes and laid back enjoying your suffering. You spat your shirt out and started to complain. "I was so close?" You were genuinely confused. You were far from being simply overstimulated. You started to tear up overwhelmed with so many emotions. "aww is the dumb princess crying?" Jungwon said sarcastically then whipped your tears playing into your emotions. "Come on I won't toy with you anymore as long as you enthusiastically do your part." You just glared knowing he was just acting nice. The real princess was him wanting everything his way. You continued to bounce but even more now giving him what he wanted. "Please Jungwon..." "Please?" "Please let me cum" He could only laugh. "Okay baby"

With everything you had you powered through. The only sound being heard was your heavy breathing and skin slapping together. You leaned down and kissed him hungrily. Tongues clashing and encapsulating each other. You bit his bottom lip in revenge for your collarbone. You licked it before going back into kissing him. Jungwon groaned into the kiss and gripped your hips tight enough to leave a bruise. You knew he was close and so were you. You both stopped kissing just your mouths hovering with heavy breaths, locking eyes. You arched your back, clenching and with a couple more thrust you could feel Jungwon filling you up. Not long after you came your hips started to shake uncontrollable, exhausted being an understatement. You rested your forehead on his shaking still. "I love you." Jungwon said pecking your lips. "You only say that after cumming in me." You teased pinching his biceps. "It's when I love you most, when you let our children flow into you and hopefully impregnate you." He teased back. "Great way to ruin the moment and luckily I'm on the pill." He pouts and flips you under him. "I guess I'll just have to keep filling you up until my cum overpowers your stupid pills." You rolled your eyes. "Thats not how it works. Plus, I'm going to sleep I did my job as your girlfriend."

Jungwon uses his hand to brush his hair back making you gawk. "Wife" He corrects you. "and the deal was that you can sleep but I don't have to. Plus you said I could do whatever I want to your body as long as you just get to lay there." He smirks leaving you speechless. "Every hole every position, was what you said if I remember correctly." Trust, he put you in many positions that night. You couldn't sleep but how could you with your needy husband boyfriend was oh so so soo~ needy for your attention.

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Snakelets

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1418

Warnings: One subtle hint to coital activities. Dark humor.

Summary: Draco and Fem!Reader's version of pillow talk.

Reader's Point Of View:

I push his sweaty body off me, laughing. He lands on the bed with a thud and pops his head up, feigning shock.

"Way to thank me for such a enjoyable evening." He says, voice light and playful. I look over at him, rolling my eyes and turning away from him to hide my giddy giggle. The kind I only get around him. I pull the blankets up to my chin, burrowing in.

"What are you doing?" I hear his curious voice directly behind my shoulder and above my ear, which makes me jump. He wraps an arm around my waist.

"You move far too quietly."

He laughs softly against my neck, his chest vibrating against my back. "I move silently when I need to," He says, "Why did you move so far away from me?" He says, voice light as he presses a kiss to my neck before craning his head over my shoulder so we can make eye contact.

"I got cold and wanted the blanket to myself." I say casually, pulling the blanket tighter around me- not willing to admit to him that he makes me bashful. He raises an eyebrow.

"Cold?" He repeats, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or are you just feeling shy?" He teases gently, shifting closer to me and tucking his arm under my head so I was sandwiched between both of his arms.

"Yes, cold." I say, doubling down and finding my confidence again. "Just like your heart."

He chuckles darkly, pulling me towards him until my back is flush against his chest. "My heart is plenty warm." He murmurs into my ear. "Especially when you're nearby." His hand slowly begins to roam my stomach, tracing patterns that make my breath catch.

"I disagree. It's lukewarm at best."

He playfully growls at my teasing words, "Lukewarm? I'll show you lukewarm." He says and gently bites my earlobe before peppering kisses on my neck. I giggle, squirming slightly and letting out a tiny squeal.

"That tickles!"

He laughs softy, his breath warm on my neck. "Did it now?" He asks before pressing a kiss to my jaw. "I can do it again if you'd like." His voice was teasing but filled with a dark promise that made my heart race. I feel him leave soft kisses up my neck slowly, his lips dragging along the skin.

"That feels nice." I say, reaching up and caressing the side of his head, closing my eyes to bask in his affection. "I fear you've got me trapped in your snake's nest. I kind of like it here, though."

"Stay then." He whispers, nuzzling against my neck. "Stay in my nest forever."

My heart swells but I don't let myself dwell on it. Instead, my avoidant-attachment self decides to make a stupid comment to make light of the moment. "Maybe I will. We need more sticks though." I joke, still caressing the side of his head. He chuckles, understanding my attempt to lighten the mood. I'm sure he knows I'm not ready for declarations of affection yet. He plays along, his fingers continue their tracing on my stomach.

"More sticks?" He teases. "Right. Because snakes need sticks apparently."

"Yes. To hide the little snake eggs. But I won't be needing your help with that because you don't have the right parts." I jest, tracing his jaw with my fingertips. He throws his head back, laughing genuinely at my joke, his grip on me loosening slightly as we enjoy the playful banter.

"Oh really? You think you can handle little snake eggs all by yourself?" He asks mockingly, turning his head to nip gently at my fingertips.

"Absolutely I can. My eggs will be model citizens upon hatching. Your eggs would be an owl's dinner."

He bursts out laughing again, pressing his forehead on the side of my neck for moment. "My eggs would be the most feared snakes in the entire grasslands." He retorts, his voice filled with mock outrage. "And your little model citizens would get eaten by my snakelets."

"Absolutely not. Your eggs wouldn't even hatch because you'd forget to take care of them and they'd die off."

He laughs again, pressing his face into the side of his neck as he tries to stifle how funny he actually finds me. "Forget to take care of them? More like I'd intentionally neglect them so they'd die off if they were weak and couldn't adapt. I'd rather have no snake babies than inferior ones."

"You'd neglect your own kids? Criminal. Straight to snake prison you go while I call Snake Protection Services." I joke but stop, thinking for a second. "But, knowing you- you'd slip through the bars."

He laughs again, his body shaking with amusement. I love this side of him- the playful, teasing side that he rarely showed. He sees his chance and takes the joke further.

"And if I did escape? What would you do then?"

"Well by then, my snakelets will have bonded with yours and I'll have raised a snake army that I train specifically to attack you. On sight."

He leans over me to meet my face again, his eyes widening dramatically as a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

"A snake army trained to attack their own father? How... heartbreaking." He feigns hurt before his grin returns. "But mark my words, those snakelets would lose against me in battle and become loyal to me only. Their superior. They'll turn on you the second I command them to."

I fake gasp. "They'd turn on their mama?" I place a dramatic hand on my forehead, pretending to feel faint. "My babies! Why!" I say dramatically, pretending to let out a sob. Instead of feeling sorry for me, he laughs and watches my theatrics in amusement. I smile softly, appreciating his laugh. I've never heard it so much.

"If they'd truly turn on me, I'd have to send my owl on them. No traitors are allowed. Loyalty is my one rule." I joke.

His laughter slowly subsides, replaced with a small, thoughtful smile as he looks down at me. "Loyalty." He repeats, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "What of their father, then? Would they remain loyal to me if they somehow survive your owl?"

"Well, that depends on how you treated them when they served you. When you weren't in prison, that is."

He chuckles, his smile widening slightly at my teasing tone. "And what makes you think I would end up in prison even if you called SPS on me?" He looks at me, eyes playful. "If I somehow did, I would slip through the bars like you said." He leans in closer, his voice lowering. "Besides, I'd never neglect my snakelets in the first place." I see the shift from jesting to something deeper.

"You told me you'd let them be eaten by an owl if they were inferior eggs." I chuckle softly, shifting slightly so my head is higher up on his arm.

His face falls dramatically, feigning hurt again. "Well... yes, but only because I have incredibly high standards." He grins mischievously, tracing patterns on my shoulder with a soft finger pad. "And for the record, my offspring wouldn't be anything less than perfect. I mean, look at me." I chuckle softly, rolling my eyes playfully. With a small, amused smile he lays his cheek against the side of my head, absentmindedly tracing up my inner forearm.

After a few moments, I watch his expression become slightly more serious. "But..." He pauses, considering his words carefully, "But if they ever turned on their mother, I would let them become dinner to something." He says firmly, his voice lacking any humor. "Because no matter how perfect they are, loyalty to their mother is paramount. Anything less is unacceptable."

"Their mother would be a lucky snake then." I say softly, tracing his hand. His expression softens at my gentle touch, his fingers curling slightly around mine. "Very lucky." he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because their father is incredibly protective of their mother." He lifts my hand and presses a soft kiss to the back of it.

I realize he's not talking about metaphorical snakes anymore. I feel my heart swell again, and this time I don't fight it. I pull his arm around me and burrow back into him. In return, he wraps both of his arms around me tightly, holding me as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

Masterlist

[youresodarkbabe]

curtains closed (a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: oral (m recieving), sub!al, reader gets called momma a lil bit (like once, maybe twice), somno, idk anymore help

word count: 1.2k

for @goblinontour my fav fetus al enjoyer !! also 2 blowjob fics in a row... something's wrong with me </3

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"i'll be a few hours, baby, 'm sorry."

alex sighed at the comment— he needed you now. you had left home at ten in the morning, while he was asleep, it was around half past twelve in the night now, he wasn't able to see you at all. he missed you, rightfully so.

"but i can't wait a few hours!" he whined, you had to stop yourself from laughing as you could hear the pout in his voice.

"i'm sure you can last, al, i have faith in you."

he, however, knew better than to trust himself.

as you spoke, he palmed himself through his sweatpants, finishing himself off in his fist after you hung up. he cleaned up after and tucked himself back into his boxers and went about his night as usual, turning on an old movie to fall asleep to, which is exactly what he did. you were enamored by the sight that greeted you when you walked into your shared bedroom, alex with one of his hands in his boxers and another in his shirt, he looked like he had been playing with his nipples— you found it cute. pathetic, yes, but torturously cute.

you'd fuck him right there if you could, it was a shame that he was asleep. all you wanted was his cock in your mouth, you craved it more than anything after such a strenuous day, and you were going to get it.

"alex, baby, 'm back." you murmur as you litter kisses all over his face and neck. he whines quietly and you feel yourself wanting him more by the second. your fingers graze against his soft cock in an attempt to wake him up, only leading to him whining again.

you nip at alex's neck as your hand slides under his shirt and finds his, replacing it and playing with his hard nipple, your kisses moving down his body. "c'mon, puppy, you said you were gonna wait up," you whisper against the skin of his lower stomach, the feeling of the trimmed hair rubbing against your nose somehow making you feel even more eager to take him down your throat. "but i'm tired, momma," his voice comes out hoarse and desperate as his back arches into you and your hands push his shirt up so you can maneuver it off of him, he helps as much as he can without drifting away from his sleep.

"d'you want me to help you feel good? 's that what you need, baby?"

he moans a soft 'yes, please' and you can't help but enjoy how his accent somehow grows stronger; partly due to his tiredness, also due to how badly he needed you.

and soon enough, he'd have what he wanted.

you slide his black boxers off and pry his hand away from his soft cock, you always loved when he was like this. he could wrap a bow around his soft cock and present it to you as a gift and you'd be grateful to him forever.

you kiss his cock softly, holding the base in your hand as you press your tongue flat against his tip, swirling it around as your hand starts to stroke him slowly, exposing the head which you take into your mouth and suck on, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on every sound coming out of alex's mouth. one of his hands instinctively go to your head and weakly try pushing it further down, making you laugh around his cock, which sends vibrations all throughout his body, making him groan deeply, hips bucking into your mouth.

your eyes water slightly as you feel him harden in your mouth, stretching your lips and making them sting. still, you pushed through the pain and try taking as much of him down your throat as you can before pulling off and spreading all the precum that had been leaking from him all over his now half-hard cock. you kitten lick the tip again before going to lick a stripe up from the base til the tip, your tongue digging into the slit as you look up at him and see what you'd consider heaven— alex with his hair a spiky mess, lips rosy red and parted, repeating your name like a prayer, and his now half hooded eyes which showed his tiredness and his pure need. he was enjoying himself thoroughly and it boosted your ego immensely to know you gave him this much pleasure.

even in his sleep, alex was so responsive for you. every kiss, every touch, every stroke, every lick; you got a reaction out of him. whether it was his mouth falling open, his hips bucking or him moaning your name, a reaction was practically guaranteed with him. he was always so sensitive and at this point, he was used to expressing how you made him feel for you. you've turned it into a habit for him, one you've both grown to enjoy.

you leave kisses along his lower stomach as your hand strokes him, quickly moving up for a peck on the lips and then taking your time to make your way back down, practically running your face down his body and kissing as much of his neck and chest as you can, leaving marks wherever possible. by the time you're back at his cock, you decide you haven't played with him enough, so you massage the inside of his thigh with your free hand and quickly nip at the pale skin, making him yelp and his eyes flutter open as he looks down at you pleadingly.

your body settled between his thighs again, nails grazing along his skin as you finally take his cock into your mouth again. he was achingly hard for you, and so painfully close.

managing to get a hold of himself, he decides to look down at you, the second his gaze met yours, he couldn't hold back any longer.

still half asleep, alex was barely registering how loud he was as he came, filling your mouth up completely. his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping onto the sheets and your hair, and you're positive you bruised his little waist with how hard you held onto it while trying to still him.

after swallowing as much as you could, you pull off, pressing a quick kiss to his inner thigh and get up, leaving the room to change and leaving alex alone with his desperate thoughts. you coming back wearing your (his) shirt didn't help either.

you get into bed with alex and hold him close. you two talk for a little while, you recount your day and he tells you about his and when the conversation dies out, you shut your eyes, expecting to go to sleep fairly quickly when you're disturbed by his timid voice.

"can i return the favour?", he asks as he kisses your neck softly, one of his hands slipping under the shirt to wrap around your lower back and pull you closer to him.

you contemplate this. you wouldn't mind letting him return the favour, but you were incredibly tired and craved rest.

"not right now, baby. but you can wake me up like that tomorrow if you'd like?"

alex was unable to go back to sleep for the rest of the night.

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[caught-in-the-filter]

Filling your request for smutty prompts. 1. "if you keep making those sounds, i'm not going to be able to stop myself." 2. "be rough with me. i can handle it." 3. "oh my god, did i just say that out loud?" 😏 Hopefully at least one of these will inspire a little something!

Yes, Captain

No Longer A WIP Wednesday!

A/N: Thank you very much for the hot prompts!! 🔥😏 I’ve decided to combine all three into one purely smutty fic, and I hope you enjoy it! 🥰😘❤️

Faltering restraint, a certain request, and a slip of the tongue, all mean this one turned into a bit of rough and dirty, impromptu Captain Hook roleplay.

Thank you to @the-darkdragonfly and @kmomof4 for looking over it for me, and to everyone on the CSMM Discord for all your support. ❤️❤️❤️

Approx. 1284 words; read it on AO3

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“Fuck, Emma,” Killian panted with hot breath over her lips, his forehead pressed to hers and his nose nudging her cheek as he sheathed himself inside her over and over again, eliciting a delicious moan from her each time. “If you keep making those sounds, love, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Be rough with me,” Emma encouraged, rising off their bed to meet him. “I can handle it.”

“Oh?” he questioned, eyebrow raised in challenge. He laced his fingers through her hair and pulled, jerking her head back and exposing her neck to him, which he slowly traced with the tip of his hook, followed closely by his hot breath ghosting over the path it had taken. Tipping his head back when he passed her chin, his lips just above hers, he drawled with a dangerous tone, “Are you so sure?”

“Yes, Captain.” Oh my god, Emma thought, her eyes wide and a blush spreading across her cheeks, did I really just call him that out loud?

“Ohh, so you want the pirate then, is that it?” He grinned, and it was almost like a switch flipped in his brain, though she could see in his eyes, behind the wildfire the use of his title had ignited in them, that her Killian maintained his restraint. With the curve of his hook, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before he grazed her collarbone with the sharp tip and trailed it down her side, sending a chill rushing through her whole body. “Alright then, lass, this position certainly won’t do.” Emma whimpered in protest when he removed himself from inside her, and he caught her jaw in his hand, gently but firmly. “Trust me, darling. I know what I’m doing, and you’d be wise to listen.” Getting to his feet, he ordered her to kneel on the mattress. “No,” he said when she faced him, “turn around. I want to take you from behind.”

Emma did as she was told, taking it a step further by bending forward and bracing herself on her hands, taunting him with her ass in the air.

“My, you are an eager wench, aren’t you?” Killian swatted her ass with an open palm, immediately soothing the sting as he massaged her reddening flesh with his fingers before smacking it again. “If I weren’t so intent on having you around my cock, I might be inclined to punish you for your impatience.” Killian ran the curve of his hook through her folds, and she could just imagine what he was doing when he took a deep inhale and hummed with a sharp sigh. She wondered how she’d keep her limbs from collapsing as they trembled beneath her, when he slid his cock fully inside her aching core. He growled, “My enticing lass, I will grant you mercy just this once.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Emma panted as he pounded into her. The deep impacts of his hard thrusts left her reeling, the sounds he drew from her of the most erotic nature.

“Perhaps we should fuck in my quarters on my ship instead. You’d like to let my crew hear your sweet sounds as I take you hard and fast on my desk, wouldn’t you, little minx?”

Emma couldn’t find the words to respond, her mind racing as she struggled to stay with him, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists tighter in the sheets. Her moans were almost pornographic, but there was certainly nothing fake about the way he made her feel.

Killian suddenly planted his hand in her hair and pulled her upright with a grunt, bringing her back flush against his chest as he continued to piston his hips.

“Or do you prefer to sully your own sheets with our sinful activities, my wanton lass, so you’ll be reminded of them every time you enter your room?”

“As long as you’re inside me, Captain,” Emma answered breathlessly, “I’m not that picky.”

“Oh?” Killian said, bringing his movements to a halt, “And what if I weren’t inside you?” Despite his own urges to keep his cock inside her tight heat, he pulled out quickly, and she gasped in offense at the loss. His hand harshly palmed her breast with a rough squeeze. “What if I decided to tease every inch of you except your little cunt?” She shivered when he grazed the tip of his hook along the crease of her thigh. “What if I sought out each little point that makes you quiver and left you a wet and wanting mess just for me, begging for me to fill you again? And then perhaps I’d put that pleading mouth of yours to work, filling it instead, as deeply as I say you could handle?” He nuzzled her neck and nipped at the side of her jaw. “What then?”

“God, Killian,” Emma panted, her head spinning in a dizzy whirl, the throbbing between her legs getting unbearable as his cock rubbed against her ass, so close to where she needed it yet so far.

“Excuse me?” he growled, snaking his hand up and gripping her throat.

“I’d like that too, Captain,” she corrected.

Killian paused a moment before sheathing himself inside her once more and adding, “There’s a good, naughty lass.” The sigh of relief that left her lips at the sudden stretch made it difficult for him to deny her any longer. But she wanted the pirate, so it was the pirate he would give her.

Emma’s arms shot out behind her to find some part of him to hold onto as Killian tucked his arms behind her thighs and scooped her off the bed, spinning the two of them and sitting at the edge with her in his lap, never pulling out of her in the process.

“You can have your release, love,” he purred, his breath searing her neck as he nosed along the shell of her ear, “but you’ll have to take it.” He splayed his hand on her stomach and gave her legs a little nudge with his, encouraging her to move atop him. “Fight for it. Show me you can handle a bit of piracy yourself.”

“Yes, Captain, thank you.” Emma ground down on him, frantically rocking her hips back and forth, unwilling to risk letting him slip out of her again and trying desperately to rub her most sensitive spot against him as she kept adjusting her angle.

“Come on, lass,” Killian moaned, her efforts very enjoyable but not nearly enough for him. “You can do better than that. Take what you want. What you need.”

“Yes, Captain.” Emma rode him with determination then, setting her own pace as she bounced on his cock and sought out her high.

“That’s it, love. Good lass. Yes!” His hand gripped her hip as the side of his brace dug into the other. He couldn’t help himself as they neared their releases and desperately thrust up into her each time she sank down on him. “Take it. Yes. Fuck.”

Emma let out her own string of curses as she reached her climax. The amusement on Killian’s face was quickly replaced with bliss as his eyes closed and his mouth fell open on a stuttered moan, pouring himself inside her and pushing it deeper as it dripped around his cock.

“I knew there was a little pirate in you, love,” Killian sighed as he kissed across her shoulder and up the side of her neck. Emma giggled and turned to kiss him back, bringing his hand back to her stomach with their fingers interlaced.

“At this rate,” she smiled, pressing her forehead to his, “maybe there will be.”

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Tag list: @donteattheappleshook @elizabeethan @hollyethecurious @ilovemesomekillianjones @jonesfandomfanatic @jrob64 @klynn-stormz @kmomof4 @qualitycoffeethings @stahlop @teamhook @the-darkdragonfly @thejollyroger-writer @tiganasummertree @xsajx @wefoundloveunderthelight @zaharadessert

And also tagging @darkcolinodonorgasm because you’ve been a good bad influence on my mind, so the end is also for you 😘

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

Hello there! First of all, congratulations, 750 followers really is something! Can I have number 18 with Conrad, please? Maybe the reader is a bit sassy and a bit of a "I'm not doing that because you say so" type of woman? And it leads to some smut? Thank you!

It is ASTOUNDING to me. Truly, I don’t understand it at all. However, I appreciate your continued support so much! I hope that you enjoy!

Obviously there is smut after the cut. You have been warned.

Operation Sheets

“That doesn’t go there!”

“I believe that I know how to properly make a bed, darling,” Conrad replied dryly, standing up straight from the bed with the top sheet gathered in his hands.

You stubbornly held onto the other end of the sheet, keeping him from tucking it into the bottom of the bed as he had been trying to do before you stopped him with your outburst. “I fully believe that you believe you know how to do it, but the top sheet doesn’t get tucked in.”

He yanked hard on the sheet, ripping the slippery fabric through your fingertips. With the barest hint of a smug smile, he got back to work.

“No, you don’t,” you cried, throwing yourself down onto the mattress, pinning the material beneath your body. “You aren’t turning our bed into a foot prison! Especially when we both just kick it back out anyways.”

His large hand settled on your hips, rolling you over onto your back so you were grinning mischievously up at him. It was truly unfair how he was still so attractive upside down, causing your stomach to clench as your eyes followed the sharp line of his clean-shaven jaw up to his piercing blue eyes.

“I spent several years in the military. I know how to make a proper bed,” he replied stonily. With absolutely no warning, he flipped the sheet over you, trapping you in a cocoon of clean-smelling linens. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

You squirmed on the bed, wiggling and giggling as he climbed onto the mattress and straddled your hips so he could fully encase your torso and arms. When he was finished he supported his upper half on his hands beside your head, towering over you with a pleased gleam in his eyes.

“I am not a bed, and I don’t think that this is proper technique,” you grumbled, doing your best to appear upset, but even you could hear the smile lacing your words.

He narrowed his eyes at you, drawing his gaze down your restrained form as if he were carefully analyzing his handiwork. “No, I do believe that this is the proper form. Or I may have gotten it confused with trapping a mouthy combatant.”

You bucked your hips up against his, pleased when his breath hitched in his throat and his pupils expanded to hide all but the outer ring of the stormy blue eyes that held yours. “All I know is,” you said slowly, rolling your pelvis against the hardening length of his arousal against your lower belly, “one of us is right, and the other one is you.”

“Really?” he asked, shifting so that he could draw a finger down the side of your face, dragging over your collarbones. “Because you seem to be the one who cannot move, so I’m not sure you have much room to speak.”

You rolled your eyes before arching your hips against him once again. “I’m not sure why we’re still speaking at all with that in between us.”

“Fair point.”

He quickly bent down over you, lavishing open-mouthed kisses on the smooth column of your throat that sent waves of desire to the apex of your thighs. The hand that had been teasing your collarbones descended to trace over the curve of your breast, but only lightly, the touch more frustrating than pleasing with the several layers of fabric separating you. 

His lips curved into a smile at your whine of desperation, and you groaned at the obvious enjoyment dancing in his eyes when he lifted his head. He silenced your various noises of discontent with the slant of his mouth over yours, the taste of his toothpaste cool and sharp and tightening in your stomach almost as much as his hand as it forged a path up your thigh.

With a parting nip on your bottom lip, he left you, moving down the bed to gaze appreciatively at the skin he revealed as he pushed the sheet up to gather around your waist. Your back arched off of the bed at the touch of his fingertip over the soaked cotton of your underwear, hissing your breath through your clenched teeth.

The cool air of his breath through pursed lips onto your throbbing and heated center was almost your undoing. It was the sweetest torture, your hands digging into the fabric of your shirt beneath your trappings as you slowly lost yourself to the ecstasy brought about by his darting tongue and thrusting fingers. You longed to run your hands through his short reddish-blond hair, anchor his chin in between your legs, hold onto his broad shoulders for some sort of tether to this world, but all were denied you. The man knew his way around your body, and he snapped the coil of tension inside you quickly, humming his appreciation for your quickly-reached orgasm against your soft lower belly.

You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he released you from the sheet, unwrapping you efficiently before he divested himself of his own clothing to wrap himself in protection. Your sleepshirt was practically ripped from you and tossed across the room. He rolled you onto your sides, throwing your leg over his hip and wrapping his arms around you to hold you steady for his relentless thrusting into you.

The sight of him slowly succumbing to his pleasure, the clench of his jaw, the flare of his nostrils and the furrow of his brow, did more to stimulate you back towards your second orgasm than his hips rolling into the hardened bundle of nerves at the top of your sex. Your hands found purchase around his back, clinging onto his shoulders so that your chests were pressed tightly together, dragging his fine chest hair across your nipples in electric shocks that went straight to your core.

His forehead fell against yours, and his panted breaths quickened as they blew across your flushed face. Your moans joined together in the room, increasing in volume as his hips increased their speed, slamming into you and lighting you up from the inside out.

You cried out your pleasure into his cheek, his hips snapping into yours only a few times more before he did the same into your ear with a low groan that made goosebumps spread across your skin.

He rolled away from you to dispose of the condom before sprawling out onto his back, tugging you towards him with his hand on your shoulder. You resisted, slipping out from his grasp to kneel on the bed beside him. Quickly you gathered the sheets into your hands, wrapping his arms against his torso in a way that trapped him almost as thoroughly as he had done to you earlier.

“What are you doing, love?” he asked, laughter and exhaustion weighing equally on his smooth accented voice.

You smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead before kneeling in between his legs. Your hands settled on his muscular thighs, fingernails lightly rasping against his skin. “Giving you a taste of your own medicine, of course.”

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