#dom!seb

[sugarcoated-lame]

*no sounds just silent screams*

i like to think you tag these things then giggle knowing i’m gonna see them 🤭💗

*this contains smut, 18+ minors dni 🧡

@sebsxphia seb 💗💗💗 hello, my love! this has been sitting in my inbox for way too long, i am the worst i’m sorry for answering it so late 😭😭

but ok i’m not gonna lie… you’re so right, i literally do giggle sometimes when i reblog these things from you knowing that you’re gonna see my tags LMAO 😂🤭❤️

so that being said haha, forced eye contact with Joel…. yeah 🫠

I definitely think that soft dom Joel looooves gentle forced eye contact. Loves when you go all shy on him, your head tilting back, eyes drifting up toward the ceiling as he kneels at the edge of the bed between your parted thighs.

Strong, rough hands caressing your outer thighs as his plush lips trail sweet kisses and little love bites all along your soft skin, inching closer and closer to your core.

He soothes one of the bites with his tongue before murmuring into your skin, “What do you want, baby?”

“You-your tongue. And your fingers... please.” You just manage to squeak out between shallow, shaky breaths, already losing yourself in the feeling of his gentle touch so close to where you need him most.

Joel plants a kiss on your mound through the thin, lacy fabric of your underwear, his dark chocolatey gaze lifting to watch your expression as you shudder under his touch.

Only, he doesn’t catch your gaze when when he looks up from between your legs, finding your eyes closed and chin pointed slightly towards the ceiling — and Joel won’t have that.

Leaving its perch on your thigh, one of Joel’s big hands lifts to grab your chin. Making no attempt to move your head, but just cupping your face lightly, rough fingers lightly pressing into your skin.

"I won't do anything until you look at me, darlin’. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you tell me what you want."

The stern tone of his raspy voice has your eyes shooting open immediately, thighs clenching around his broad shoulders where he sits between them, a whimper leaving you at his commanding tone.

lashes fluttering as you tilt your head to look down to where Joel rests his head on your thigh, a bashful smile curves up on your lips when you find his steely gaze boring into you expectantly.

Leaning your head down just a bit further to drop a sweet kiss to the hand that still gently grips your chin.

“Sorry, daddy.”

And only once he knows your eyes are on him does Joel ravish you. Long, thick fingers of one hand pushing your pretty little panties to the side and pushing knuckle deep into you cunt, the other hand still gripping your chin as you moan out above him.

“Good girl. Just keep your eyes on me.” Joel commands from those pretty lips of his just before they wrap around your clit.

anyway, I need to go lie down for like 3-5 business days bc my brain is going brrrrr 😵‍💫🫠 thank you so much for sending this my dear, so sorry again for letting this sit in my inbox forever haha 😭 I hope you enjoy and ilysm!! 🥰🧡💗🧡💗

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Sebastian is shaking, eyes rolled back into his head, mewling because Chris won't let up. He just won't stop. He gets like this sometimes. Sebastian loves it and can't fucking stand it when he does. He literally can't stand it. He melts. Every time.

He feels like he's dying.

Chris is so fucking hungry, he's got two--not even three, Jesus Christ, Sebastian is weak--fingers inside him. He's viciously, unforgivingly rubbing his prostate. He's massaging his smooth, clenching, rippling internal walls. Sebastian is shaking, trembling, all this tension inside him at the same time that he can't even move. Chris pulls back and tugs on his rim. Then, without warning, he plunges deep inside him, feverish and wet, and makes Sebastian forget to keep begging; his, "please," turning into, "pluh-pluuuuuunnh, oh! Godddd!" He quivers, a few tears escaping down his cheeks in a desperate, sudden rush.

Chris has his over the back of the fucking couch, too, as if this wasn't embarrassing enough. How easy Sebastian is. Just two fingers, and he's weak. He's helpless. He's boiling over. Fuck, his pants are barely pulled down while Chris' wide, heavy chest is pressed bodily to his back, keeping him weighed down as if he would move if he could.

Sebastian can feel his thick, long fingers inside him, moving and curling and, guh. But he can also feel the flex of his forearm against his body. He's so strong. Holding him down. Fucking him. Sebastian doesn't have brains anymore. He's mewling like a damn cat; Chris is a fucking dog, chasing him, sinking his teeth into him, and practically drooling over him. Sebastian can feel his humid breath on his shoulder, crowded in the best, hottest way.

And, like that's not enough, also Chris is asking--in that damn rumbling, fucking low as shit voice--"mmm-hmm, that's it right there, isn't it, baby? That feels good, doesn't it, Seb?"

Sebastian can't think to respond. He can hardly still breathe. There's no oxygen. It's all combusting inside his tight chest, burning to fuel the fire ravaging him. He aches for Chris to fucking fuck him already, but he knows he won't. He's not going to be fucked, no matter how much he begs, not when Chris is in this fucking mood that makes him stubborn and greedy for Sebastian's death underneath him, tearing all the pleasure he can out of him.

He's aiming not for an orgasm but for the moment when Sebastian surrenders entirely, crying, sobbing, gasping, and understanding in his fucking bones that Chris has him. Chris has his pleasure. Chris knows him, and he'll stop when Sebastian is done. Sebastian doesn't know. Sebastian is too scrambled and melted to know anything, but anything anything anything. For Chris--anything.

[demonhuntingcaterpillar]

My Hogwarts Legacy character crucioing her bf because Edith knows a man is at his sexiest when he is in pain. Atta Slytherin 💚✨

[f1-disaster-bi]

Thanks to someone (@princelancey 🙄)......I now have Lance domming Seb thoughts in my head for the Pro Dom au

[maxemilianverstappen]

Pretty sure that Kimi has been pegged by his ex wife at least once in his life time and he shouted in pleasure

Pretty sure he had sex with Seb, too, but i dunno whose cherry got popped, then 🤷

[elizaartz]

Using Wheel of Names I made a Danganronpa thing with the whole class, and since theres more students than the Dangan classes that are usually 15/16, I added 1 more chapter

Heres the results (this was all random, including Sookie being a protag lmao):

Protag 1: Sookie

Victim 1: J

Killer 1: Grian

Victim 2: Dom

Killer 2: Ellen

Victim 3: Sookie

Protag 2: Chan

Killer: Soul (This hurt me when it came up ;-; she killed the love on her life)

Victim 4: Taurtis

Victim 5: Silly

Killer 4: Silly

Victim 6: Hidden

Killer 5: Yuro

Victim 7: Prime

Killer 6: Invader

Victim 8: Chan

Protag 3: Patty

Killer 7 and Mastermind: JTS

Survivors:

- Gracie

- Patty

- PD

- Pepe

- Sam

- Seb

- Star

[sugarcoated-lame]

KRICKET PLEASE GOD GOD GOD—

especially the, “are you going to come again for me?” and “you can take more.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hhhhhhhh seb 💗 right tho I feel like it’s giving soft dom!Joel vibes 🫠🫠

and YEAH… Joel Miller + “good girl” makes me absolutely WEAK in the fucking knees 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠

You know he’d be the sweetest, softest dom, always checking in with you to make sure you’re okay and comfortable and feeling good.

smut under the cut* ❤️

You’re sat in Joel’s lap, instantly left feeling empty and whimpering at the loss of him as he gently lifts you off of his cock. Your thighs like jello from pushing yourself up and down his length while you rode him, practically melting against him after he’s just pulled your third orgasm out of you—your arms around his shoulders and face buried in his neck.

“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’,” he praises, and you can’t help but mewl against him as the tip of his still-hard cock bumps against your swollen, sensitive clit. “How’s my good girl?”

“Think ya got one more in you?” You nod against him, and one of Joel’s large hands moves to the crown of your hair to gently pull your head from the crook of his neck so that you can look him in the eye.

“Use your words, baby.” His stern tone eliciting another gush of wetness between your thighs. “You gonna come again for me?”

“Yes, daddy… want more”

And once he gets that confirmation, Joel’s right back to absolutely ruining you. Pulling your tired form in closer for a brief, but firm kiss before flipping the two of you over on the mattress so that he’s hovering over you. Lining the tip of his cock back up with your entrance and filling you with one swift thrust of his hips, harsh in comparison to the featherlight kisses he trails along your jaw before whispering into your skin,

“You can take more.”

Whewwww I need to lie down 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️

[fandomfluffandfuck]

okay so I’ve got more brainworms but school is absolutely beating my ass BUT.

imagine a needy, pliant, sweet Sebastian all by himself (wearing Daddy’s hoodie, of course), calling Chris and just being all desperate. And obviously Chris is gonna help out his princess! So Sebastian ends up fucking himself stupid on a dildo, whining about how “Daddy, need you! ‘S not as good as you, please!” and Chris is just firm and exactly what Seb wants and needs.

“C’mon, babydoll. You get what you get. Daddy wants to fuck you so bad, but he can’t. So take it like a good boy.”

Both of their accents have thickened, and their dirty talk is getting more intense by the second. Sebastian is long past worrying about if his neighbors can hear him moaning like a cheap whore, too wrapped up in the way Chris is telling him how he’s gonna make him scream and cry once they finally reunite. By the time Chris gives him permission to cum, Sebastian is barely holding on to his sanity.

When they finally do meet up again, Sebastian may or may not get a noise complaint or two.

I feel you about school beating your ass

Oh my god, though, what I wouldn't do to be a fly on the wall for that situation. The sounds that would be happening. Christ. Pure filth. Straight obscene.

The accents.

The moaning.

The video call.

The fucking dildo.

I'm imagining it's a suction cup dildo and Sebastian is in the bathroom, the shower stall, holding the hem of Chris' sweatshirt between his teeth when he gets really into it, knowing he's gonna cum soon yet he doesn't get Daddy's clothes dirty, riding that toy, pushing back on it, fucking little sounds out of himself so easily. Even with the fabric stuffed into his mouth, between his swollen lips, he can't hide his noises. He's drooling into it Daddy's sweatshirt--so much for not dirtying it--making it wet. He keeps trying to mumble, responding to Daddy's filthy words thoughtlessly, and he gets just a few words out, slurred and incomprehensible. But, the whole time, his sweet, little sounds are made so much worse by the resonance of the tile. He echoes. Taking that toy deep just like he should, leaving himself quivering, unsteady on his toes with his eyes rolling back as he rides that fake dick good.

Daddy's calls him princess once, right as his ass is pressed thickly back against the shower stall tile, taking the toy as deep as he can get it, and that's it. It's over for him. There's only so much he can take.

Thanks for that mental image 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[wettyres]

currently considering a d/s tattoo painplay fic with mildly inexperienced dom seb getting used to having control and inexperienced sub lewis getting used to giving his control up

[jobean12-blog]

Claimed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)-Bookshop setting

Word Count: 3,513

Summary: Bucky has had his eyes on you for a long time and when he finally makes a move to claim you he's delighted at how easily you fall into his waiting arms.

Author's Note: Seb's new looks have just been so yummy, especially him in a bow tie. I LOVE! The look in the pic below is the end result of the story🫠It isn't really focused too much on his mob status but it's there and I couldn't resist a little bookshop AU in there too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: flirting, tension, Bucky is pretty forward/dom and doesn't mince words- he goes for what he wants-light d-irty talk, fing-er-ing, o-ral (f rec), but he's sweet too :)

Your steps are slow and easy as you stroll through the aisle, perusing the titles and letting your fingers delicately slide across the bindings.

When you find one of interest you pull it from the shelf and before you read even one word you press the aged pages to your nose and inhale deeply.

The sound of a light chuckle pulls you from your aromatic reverie and you look up with a start, catching a man watching you with a lopsided smirk.

He nods a hello before disappearing down the next aisle. You stare at the space he just vacated and feel your skin heat.

Was he really that handsome or are you still recovering from the exquisite smell of the pages of the book? Only one way to find out.

With quiet movements you slip past the end of the fiction section and turn the corner, peeking around the next bookshelf. All you see is a young woman searching through the books.

Denying your disappointment you continue down the aisle but slow when you feel the weight of eyes at your back. Instead of turning around and looking too obvious you quickly glance over your shoulder and see the mystery man once again watching you.

He looks even more handsome than he did two minutes ago.

You almost walk into the woman who’s browsing and give her a startled apology before rushing off to hide in the rare book section.

Letting out a rush of breath you clutch a book to your chest and refocus on your surroundings.

“This is my favorite section.”

You spin on a gasp and blink.

“Excuse me?” you say quietly.

“This section,” he says again, “it’s my favorite. I love old books.”

“Oh,” you answer, backing away as he steps closer.

He stops advancing and looks at the shelf, studying the bindings until he finds one that interests him.

“Mine too,” you concede softly. “And they smell amazing.”

“As good as the books in the fiction section?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.

You let out a light huff of laughter, feeling warm embarrassment creep over your skin.

“Better,” you finally answer.

“I’d have to agree with you there,” he says before lifting the book he holds to his face and inhaling.

You can’t stop your small intake of air as you watch him savor the smell of the pages.

“So, do you come here often?” he asks, casting his gaze down to the words.

You let his question hang in the air as you take a moment to really look him over. His soft sweater does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and powerful build and his dark hair and beard frame a beautifully sculpted jaw.

Then he lifts his eyes, directing his steady gaze on you, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Um…I do. It’s my favorite book store. I can’t afford any of these books,” you say as you motion to the titles nearby, “but no one seems to mind that I come and spend the afternoon reading them.”

“I don’t see why anyone would,” he replies.

He places the book back on the shelf and slides his hands into his pants pockets, attempting another step closer.

This time you don’t move away and he smiles.

“I have quite the collection myself,” he informs you. “You should come see it.”

“Are you a collector?” you ask.

“Something like that doll.”

You school your features at the sound of the endearment falling from his perfect lips and smile.

He extends his hand.

“James Barnes. But you can call me Bucky.”

“Hi Bucky.”

You give him your name and he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and lightly brushing his lips across your knuckles before kissing them.

As you stare at him through your lashes his lips linger and he seems unwilling to let go of your hand.

“I mean it you know. You’re welcome to come see my collection…anytime.”

He slowly releases your hand with a wink then turns on his heel toward the doorway.

“But…,” you start, not even sure why you’re calling after him to ask your next question, “how will I find you?”

He turns to face you, his eyes set with determination, and says, “don’t worry doll face. We’ll be seeing each other again very soon.”

With those parting words he vanishes into the maze of books, leaving you caught between feeling frazzled and turned on.

After several days of warm sunshine it finally ends in a wash of chilly rain and wind. But you’re warm and cozy in the back of the bookshop, curled up on one of the old leather chairs by the window, reading by the soft light of an antique tiffany lamp.

You’re so engrossed in your book that it takes you several minutes to recognize the familiar feeling of his stare and when you look up you find Bucky leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his arms crossed, watching you.

He looks just as good as he did the last time you saw him and you realize you’re staring back.

“Hey,” you whisper, clearing your throat.

“You must really be enjoying that book,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I am. Have you read it?”

“Not this one,” he says as he steps closer and reads the title.

His nearness draws all of your attention from the book and for the first time you take notice of the small patches of gray hair that line his beard.

“It’s worth a read,” you tell him when your eyes meet his again.

“I’ll definitely check it out doll. I’m currently reading the first edition of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ by Geo…”

“Geoffery Chaucer,” you finish in a rushed breath. “Oh my god. You have a first edition!?”

Your eyes go wide with shock as you silently contemplate how much money that must have cost him.

“But…but…”

“I told you doll face, the old and rare books are my favorite.”

“I haven’t read that one yet but it’s on my list.”

“Well you’re welcome to my copy when I’m done,” he says, smiling widely when your mouth opens in shock. “But I have to warn you that when it comes to such treasures I’m a slow reader. There are some things I like to take my time with.”

As the last sentence leaves his mouth he unabashedly lets his eyes sweep over you. When your head dips to your book under his obvious perusal he presses his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze.

“Can I get you a coffee?”

“A coffee?” you repeat, all rational thought leaving your brain at the feel of his touch.

“They just put a fresh pot on up front.”

“Oh, right. That would be great thank you, let me just get my wallet.”

“No doll. I’ll pay.”

“Well, I don’t mind at all…”

“And I do,” he says definitively. “I offered and I’ll pay.”

“Thanks,” you whisper.

When he returns with two steaming cups of coffee you sigh in contentment.

“Are you always this much of a gentleman to the women you meet in bookshops?”

You ask the question with a playful smile but when his expression doesn’t match yours you instantly regret opening your mouth, your smile wavering.

“Despite my offering, I’m having a very difficult time remembering to be a gentleman around you doll.”

“Well maybe I shouldn’t be accepting this coffee then.”

Even though your voice is little more than a whisper you make no move to give him back the drink and instead you lean in closer.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he murmurs.

Your breathing accelerates before you take a slow sip of the coffee.

“And maybe I like the coffee too much to give it back.”

“I just warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Are you provoking me doll?”

Your tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, the taste of coffee still lingering. “Is that what I’m doing?”

His eyes track the movement and he rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, looking pleased when you inhale sharply but don’t pull away.

“Let me be clear here doll, since it seems like you enjoy playing this little game with me. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. And I want to mark you so every other man who walks this Earth knows you’re mine.”

Your eyes widen with every word he utters and you feel goosebumps crawl over your skin when he tilts his head and moves closer until his warm breath fans your cheek.

“I just want to be up-front with you. Enjoy the coffee.”

He forces himself away, removing his hand and stepping back. And once again leaves with nothing more that the sound of his retreating footsteps.

Life keeps you busy for the next two days but Bucky’s words are ever present, practically burned into your skin. So when you step back into the bookshop on Saturday evening you take solace in the familiar smells and sounds.

You wave hello to the barista and cashier, noticing their slight mischievous smiles as you pass by. You’re about to ask them what’s going on but then you see him and you know. Even among the shelves of beautiful books and warm lighting he stands out, his eyes boring into you.

The way he stands exudes a quiet confidence and a slow roll of heat eases it’s way through you when his unwavering stare moves over every inch of you.

Lifting your chin you hold his gaze and take your time getting your own eyeful. His button-down shirt is fitted just right with the top buttons open to reveal a gold chain and his long legs are clad in dark jeans.

He looks dangerous and sexy. And pissed.

You move toward him undeterred until you’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

“Are you here to give me more warnings?” you ask.

He keeps his gaze locked on you and licks his lips.

“No. I think I was perfectly clear the first-time doll.”

“Is something bothering you, Bucky?”

“Where have you been?”

You would laugh at his nonresponse if your irritation weren’t growing hotter by the second.

“I’ve been busy. You know…work, errands…life.”

“I’ve missed you.”

You’re taken aback by his blunt and unexpected answer and can’t find the words to respond.

“I was afraid you didn’t want to see me again after what I said.”

You think back on his words for only the millionth time since he said them. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine at the memory.

“Did you get me a coffee today?”

His eyes light up in victory before he reaches behind him and hands you a cup, the drink prepared just how you like it.

For the next couple of hours the two of you browse the bookshop, spending the majority of your time in the rare section pouring over the titles in excitement and awe. You ask about his work and how he gathered his collection of rare books. He’s vague but polite with his answers, focusing most of his attention on you.

While you do most of the talking Bucky listens contentedly and intently, his constant regard slowly building and burning a hole through your enthused focus.

After a bit, it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else but him and you start to become more aware of how your body shifts closer to his, shoulders pressed together, heads close and your hand reaching out to graze his bicep.

Finally, the bookshop employees begin to let customers know they are going to close. You reluctantly put your current read back on the shelf and turn to Bucky.

“Guess it’s time to go,” you say quietly.

“I’ll drive you home doll.”

“No, no. That’s ok. I can take the train.”

“I insist,” he answers, stepping into your space and crowding you against the shelf.

“Ok,” you breathe out. “Thanks.”

His eyes drop to your lips and his hands hover at your waist, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of your shirt when the barista comes by and ushers you out.

With a release of breath you skirt past Bucky and grab your bag, heading for the exit.

Wordlessly, he holds the door of his car open for you, allowing you minimal space to edge by him into the passenger seat.

He breaks the silence with the same question floating around in your own head.

“Am I taking to you home or are you coming to my place to see my collection of books.”

“It’s late but…”

“But?”

“I would love to see them.”

“But you’re still thinking about what I said the other day, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

When you don’t say anything more or give him your address he drives in the opposite direction of your apartment. You contemplate your sanity the whole ride there but you’re too far gone to even want to tell him to turn around and bring you home.

His brownstone is gorgeous. Everything from the ornate edifice of the building to the classic tile in foyer exudes luxury and when you step inside the actual space you have to cover your mouth to stop any sound from escaping.

“I’m glad you like it doll,” he says from behind you, his chest brushing your back.

His lips meet the shell of your ear in a whisper. “I can give you a tour if you like or I can give you what you really want first.”

You turn to face him, his gravelly tone bringing several other things into focus. His cheeks are lightly flushed and his breathing has roughened. You sway closer and he runs his finger along your arm.

“The books…?” you question weakly.

“They’re not going anywhere,” he assures you as his fingertips trace your jaw.

“You don’t even have my phone number,” you continue. “We haven’t even been on a date yet!”

He starts to walk, pushing you slowly backward until you enter another room. Without taking his eyes off you he flicks a switch on the wall and the space is bathed in a soft glow, illuminating the ceiling high shelves of dark wood that line every wall. Every space is filled with books.

Your eyes wander for mere seconds before he grabs your chin and directs your gaze back to his.

“I think our bookshop encounters can be considered dates, don’t you?” he says softly.

Just before your back hits one of the shelves his large hand cradles your body, gently pressing you into the books. He leans closer, moving his hands to rest on either side of your head.

“Maybe…”

“Do you ever have an answer other than ‘maybe’?” he asks.

Your lips part to speak but he stops you with the brush of his mouth. “Don’t. Say. Maybe.”

Even though your last two meetings were charged with tension, this is the first time he’s really touching you and it sends shock waves through your entire body.

You breathe out a strangled ‘yes’ and arch into him, inviting more of his touch.

His mouth comes down on yours hard and hungry and the initial contact steals your breath. When you slide your hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, he groans and pushes you against the shelf.

You break contact with his mouth, gasping at the hardness pressing against your stomach.

“I’ve been like this since the moment I saw you,” he growls. “Do you know what that’s been like?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his mouth moves to your neck and sucks the sensitive spot underneath your ear, causing you to whimper his name.

Your head rolls to the side, begging for more and you let out a sound of frustration when he rocks his hips and keeps his mouth hovering along your skin.

“Is this what you want?” he murmurs with another grind of his hips.

Your fingers slide into his hair, raking through the soft strands as your breath catches on a gasp.

“Answer me, doll,” he demands.

“Yes. Yes Bucky. I want it.”

His hands leave your body and grip the edge of the shelf behind you. He dips his head, trailing kisses upward along your neck until he meets your earlobe, growling low.

“You’re going to spread these pretty legs for me doll and I’m going to bury my face between them.”

His tone warns you not to protest and with a strangled breath you do as you’re told, your head thumping back against the books when he slides his hand down your stomach.

“Eyes on me doll.”

You look down as he slips his hand inside your leggings, slowly peeling them, along with your panties down to your ankles.

He finds your swollen clit and circles it with teasing strokes, giving you one last hard look before his tongue flattens and he tastes you from top to bottom.

You’re already so close and when he pushes a finger inside you your eyes start to glaze over, your hips rocking rhythmically onto his hand and face.

When he pushes a second finger inside you it sends you over the edge, his tongue working you until your legs are shaking and you’re chanting his name.

“Fuck doll. You coming apart for me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You start to slump forward, your breathing still ragged and he runs a soft hand along your hip, holding you steady and biting gently into your skin with his fingers.

“I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he whispers as he stands and takes you in his arms, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. “With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”

“Yes. Please,” you whimper.

He presses closer, his lips teasing along your jaw until your eyes meet. “But first we’re going to have a proper date.”

Your lips part with your objection and you’re ready to beg him for more but he presses a finger to your lips, smiling when you instantly quiet.

“If I get inside you now I’ll never be able to leave and I don’t have enough time tonight to worship you. I have business to deal with.”

 Your eyes drop to his mouth and your fingers climb up his chest.

“Ok,” you say, still breathless.

“You’re going to be my date for an auction event I have to attend tomorrow night…and then afterwards we’ll have the rest of the night. And the next morning…all day. You’ll be all mine.”

You nod, unable to find your voice again but squirm against him in desperation, your body still craving more.

“Sweet fucking hell, doll,” he hisses. “Don’t make me rush this.”

He grabs your waist so you stop moving, his eyes wandering over your face before he captures your lips in a kiss.

When he releases your mouth the set of his jaw is rigid and his fingers dig deeper into your skin.

“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Be ready by five.”

You stare at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the tenth time. Before leaving Bucky’s apartment you had exchanged numbers and several more kisses then he walked you to your door, wasting no time reminding you of his promises for tonight.

Your pulse quickens as his words threaten to consume you and you wonder how you’ll ever make it through the next few hours without throwing yourself at him. His touch was like nothing else you’d experienced. Not one of his movements were wasted and his objective was clear. He was going to absolutely ruin you. And you were ready.

The light knock on your door startles you but you check the clock and see he’s right on time.

“You’re punctual,” you say as you open the door.

He looks amazing and have to bite your lip to stop your satisfied moan.

“And you’re fucking stunning,” he says as his eyes rake over every inch of you.

He continues staring and steps inside.

“Do you plan on looking at me like that all night?” you ask.

“Like what?” he replies as he reaches out for you.

“Like you need to devour me.”

“It’s all I want,” he growls, sliding his hand along the curve of your back to bring you closer.

“Do we really need to go to this auction?” you purr against his lips.

His fingers splay against your back and he brushes his nose to yours. “I do doll face, but if you need my hand between your legs first, all you have to do is ask me.”

Before you can form the words for a weak protest, his hand dips between your bodies and starts to lift the hem of your dress.

“Say it doll. I want to hear you say the words."

“Please Bucky,” you gasp. “Give me your fingers. I need your fingers.”

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[tommydarlings]

fucktoy part 2 | f1 grid

pairing: dom!max verstappen ; dom!lando norris ; dom!rbr!seb x sub!bimbo!reader

warnings: smut, dumbification, hair pulling, spitting, blowjob, mention of gagging, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.7k

summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.

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thinking once again about how the f1 grid would simply use you as a stress relief, as a simple fucktoy they can use whenever and wherever they want.

Definitely thinking about how max would ruthlessly snatch you away from who you’re currently talking to, being extra rough and careless if you’re talking to another driver.

“M-Max! What are you-”

But only a few minutes later you were already on max's lap with your thong pushed to the side and his dick ramming in and out of you while you desperately tried to ride him but you couldn’t, you were already way to weak for that, instead you just put your palms onto his broad shoulders for balance.

You pathetically whined into the crook of his neck, soft hands of yours already trembling, “M-Max, ah! P-Please, god, please!”

“Ride my cock,” he briefly groaned, throwing his head back in the process, “just like that, fucking hell,” he squeezed his eyes shut and went faster with his hips, making your entire body automatically bounce on his cock,

“Up and down you go, perfect,” he nodded teasingly before he pulled your head up by your hair, smirk widening as he noticed your with tears stained cheeks, “you’re so cockdumb aren’t you? Oh yes, you are.”

Or how lando wouldn’t hesitate to pull you into his drivers room after a bad race, immediately forcing you on your knees and using your throat however he pleases.

“Open up wider, baby, know you fuckin' can,” he ordered in a deep tone before he shoved his length entirely into your mouth, chuckling and biting his inner cheek with an evil grin as he heard your infamous gagging sounds that the entire paddock already knew.

“Go deeper, go deeper,” he raised his brows while he forced himself further down your throat with his veiny hand onto the back of your head, “yeahhhh, that’s my good girl.”

And as soon you would look up at lando, he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to disgustingly fuck your throat until you would be the biggest crybaby he had ever seen,

“gosh you’re so pathetic,” lando threw his head back, “you like that? Yeah? Speak up, baby c‘mon,” he teased you with a wicked smile,

“oh no! The pretty little cockslut can’t speak, huh, is her mouth to full, hmm?” He laughed before he forced his cock further down your already sore throat.

redbull racing era seb would simply not care if you’re in the middle of a conversation with somebody, right after he won once again another race, he would walk towards your small figure talking to Lewis.

“Congratulations, se-!” But before you were able to finish your sentence, Sebastian already grabbed your upper arm and harshly pulled you away, leading you towards the redbull garage, slamming you face forward into the nearest wall of his small drivers room.

“So we're talking to Lewis now, huh? Why the fuck were you talking to him, huh?!” He roughly pulled on your hair, forcing you to lean your head backwards.

“Oww! We were j-just talking about t-the race, seb!” But Sebastian only chuckled behind you before he grabbed your chin and lift your dress with his other hand, quietly freeing himself as well.

He looked down into your glassy eyes, “oh of course you’re crying now, you’re such a fucking little crybaby, do you know that?” He nodded along his question before he slowly fully entered you, forcing you to shape your mouth into an inviting 'O' form.

Sebastian smiled down at you, other hand grabbing your chin again, “you like that? Yeah, you like that?” He nodded along his teasing words as he mocked you with a pout on his lips, making you cry out even harder.

Then you felt the young redbull driver spitting on your tongue, using his thumb to spread it all over it before he started to fuck you harder, letting go of your chin to grab your arms and pull them harshly behind ypur back, bending them backwards and holding them down so you weren’t able to move them, face now entirely pressed into the wall by his other hand.

“You talk to Lewis again and I fuck you so long until you’re so far gone that you have no idea which driver is fucking you anymore, got it?” lips ghosting over your ear before you heard him groan in pleasure.

[norrisleclercf1]

We always see Charles being more soft sooo Hb

Reader and seb are back home and Charles is racing and they send him some spicy pics and videos and he’s all pent up and frustrated and goes all dom

“Do you seriously think it’s funny sending me videos like this while I’m at work”

A/N: I should be asleep, but I'm jamming to Kpop and writing smut

You giggle as you watch Charles cross the finish line, fighting tooth and nail to get ahead of Max and winning the race. Seb was lying next to you smiling as his hand was inside your shirt and absently playing with your tits.

"Sebby, we should send him something," You whisper, which pulls Seb out of his trance and he smirks at you, nodding. "I think that's brilliant," Smiling you roll out of bed and run to your shared closet and searching for something that belonged to Charles, but also for lingerie that would match.

You come back out, wearing one of his Ferrari shirts and his favorite pair of black lacy underwear he loved peeling you out of with his teeth as he devoured you. Coming back to bed, Seb grabs his phone, knowing Charles would keep his close waiting for your messages of love and support.

"Lay down love," Sebastian instructs and you do, Seb positioning you so you could tell you weren't wearing a bra and hand your knees raised, it honestly looked innocent. Snapping the first pics you slowly would move your legs apart with each picture out you were spread out. "Should we take a video?" You ask, and Sebastian chuckles nodding his head in agreement.

"Yes," Hitting record you giggle and sit up as Sebastian messily films you taking off your top. "Fuck, Charlie, look at what you're missing right now." Seb's fingers come into frame and moves down your stomach and you arch up into his touch, shivering at his cold fingers.

"Seb, need you." You whine, it's pathetic how fast your partners can get you whimpering and begging for them. "Yeah, since Charles isn't here, should I be the one to eat you out?" He asks and you nod, which has him passing you the phone.

You turn it just in time to film the blonde curls going down on you, deciding to fuck with Charles some more you turn the camera to catch your face as you moan loudly and lewdly. Sebastian was good at eating you out, but Charles was something different and he prided himself on being the best at it.

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Charles swears he's ready to break his phone as he hears your loud moans, your shaking hand as you turn the camera back round to Sebastian lifting his face up all wet and lips red, licking them. "He should've been here not doing a silly race," Sebastian teased and Charles groans squeezing his hard cock, thinking about how much he going to fuck that mouth of his, and your pussy and making sure your both feeling him for days after.

He watches as he slowly pumps himself through his champagne and sweat soaked race suit. Watching as you gasp and shiver, Seb having going back down on you and from the looks of it was sucking on your clit while his tongue moves fast over your folds. "Fuck! Oh god," You shake dropping the phone and Charles groans as he tightens his hand and comes undone with you, not even caring about the mess he just made.

Closing out the video he clicks your name and waits for it, but obviously neither of you pick up, Sebastian was clearly giving you aftercare right now.

Voicemail. "When I get home you two, you aren't going to walk straight for a fucking week, touching each other when I'm not there? Both of you are such fucking needy sluts, better be ready when I get home babies, see you in three hours." Hanging up the phone Charles chuckles at their boldness. You'd both regret it.