#his sweaty hairy neck is beautiful

[pjackk]

In Tekken 8 there will be a new character named Windwhistle. He practices an MMA style fusion of BJJ and Mystical Tai Chi. He is 38 years old. He has a sexy skinny twunky body. He has defined very thin and abdomen. He has sexy muscular collar bone. He has a tight waist. His calves are defined but not huge. His nipples are a subtle dark apricot hue. His nipples are small and turn erect on final round. He was born in Cuba but he grew up in southern China. In his adulthood, he travelled to Northern Alberta to work in the tar sands. His areolas is large relative to other male characters. His skin is a lightly bronzed color. On his left forearm there is a tattoo of a sheep. On his right forearm there is a tattoo of a wolf. His cheekbones are very defined. His jaw is very defined. He has deep eye sockets in a sexy way. His eyes are beautiful. His eyes are shining. His left eye is a bloody burgundy hue. His right eye is a deep sea indigo hue. His hair goes down to his neck. His hair is dark and curly. His hair has a lime green streak that goes down the front. He is clean shaven. He loves techno music. He loves EDM music. He loves DNB music. He loves experimental drugs. He goes into full power fury mode after taking experimental drugs. His breasts are large and tender. His breasts are large enough to be firmly grabbed by other human adult males. His cock is 3" long flaccid. His cock is 7" long erect. His cock has a 3" girth flaccid. His cock has a 4" girth erect. His balls are average sized. His balls sag slightly in an alluring way. His ass is large and firm. His ass is spanked and red. He loves for his big ass to be spanked red. He wears black bootleg timberlands. He wears tall black socks that go up to his knees. He wears black cargo shorts that are tight and accentuate his big ass. The bottom of his ass cheeks show from under his shorts tight. He wears a black henley style shirt with buttons that go down to under his breasts. He keeps his shirt unbuttoned to show his breasts. His chest is hairy. His breasts are hairy. His abdomen is not very hairy. He has a trail of hair going up from his pubes to his belly button. He has his zipper and belt and button on his shorts undone to show his dark curly pubes. His thighs are hairy. His calves are hairy. You can see his armpits if you look down his sleeves. His armpits are hairy. His armpits are sweaty on the final round. He has a full throw game. He can wave dash. He has a comboing hellsweep with a maximum for 45 damage. Is df2 punch is safe and launches. He can use a 16 frame unblockable deagle shot high in heat mode. He eats a slice of galic chicken pizza and flips you off when he wins. He has a 1+2 break comboing throw that sets up an unblockable shuriken throw after bounding. He throws three shurikens in heat mode so that you cannot avoid them by sidestepping. He is knocked unconscious and drools on his breasts when he loses. He is loading his deagle and says "Let's burn it all down" in his intro animation. He wears a golden ring with a shattered bloodstone on his left pinky finger. His right ear is pierced. He wears a diamond stud on his right ear. He has an unusually long tongue. He loves RC cars. He has a taunt move where he erotically sucks on a dumdum. He has an armored headbutt move. If his armored headbutt move counter hits, he grabs the opponent and takes them all the way to the wall. He loves cartoons. He loves French style sandwiches. He loves candle wax being melted onto his tummy. He is implied to be Jin Kazama's father. He is implied to be Josie Rizal's ex husband. He is implied to be Jun Kazama's ex husband. He is implied to be Kazuya Mishima's ex husband. He is implied to be Craig Marduk's ex husband. He is implied to be Lili Rochefort's ex husband. He is implied to be Paul Phoenix's ex husband. He is implied to be Prototype Jack's ex husband. He is implied to be Sergei Dragunov's ex husband. He is implied to be Master Raven's ex hu

[thedirtygridd]

THE SECRET ON THE YACHT…WITH LECLERC, GASLY AND YOU

WARNINGS - 18+, strong sexual content

Summary - You are invited on the private yacht with Charles and Pierre again, which can only mean one thing….everything is about to get wild. And this time, they have a dirty surprise for you.

“What have you two got planned for me this time?” You asked suspiciously as they led you into the posh yacht bathroom. Your bare feet slowly stepped on the cold marble floor. Pierre and Leclerc both guiding you with each hand

You had been here before…you knew what the yacht meant to Charles and Pierre. It was their chance to take attractive girls away from the paparazzi and have some fun. You had got wild last time you stepped foot on this yacht. Orgys, threesomes, foursomes. You had done them all with these two horny boys. But what was next?

Both Charles and Pierre were topless. Their beautiful bodies glistened in the bathroom lights. They had been sunbathing all day, so their muscly back, abs, chest and arms were all smothered with hot, slimy oil. It made them look even sexier. You bit your lip at the sight of them both. Charles cleanly shaved all over, looking smooth as a baby and Pierre looking hairy, almost animalistic. You noticed the oil dripping in between his chest hairs. Or maybe it was sweat from the sun? Regardless of what it was, you wanted to taste it.

Before the boys took you fully into the large bathroom. Pierre placed a blindfold over your eyes.

“You wait here baby” he added, while slowly kissing on your neck.

As he did it, you noticed a draft of a mixture of his sweaty musk , and the smell of sweet aftershave hit your nose. He was definitely sweaty. You loved it when he got sweaty. Your taste buds salivated at the smell. You wanted more.

But now you couldn’t see. You stood there, in your tight lingerie (that they had both requested for you to wear) and stood there wondering what the hell was going on!

You heard the boys chatting in French, which you couldn’t understand, and noticed them moving around the room.

“Okay baby…we hope you like this, it’s taken a while but…” Charles didn’t finish before Pierre interrupted

“She’s gonna fucking love it” he added

One of them gently grabbed your hand , you thought maybe it was Charles, because you could feel his finger rings touch your skin. He brought you over to an object

“Lift your leg up and step in” he commanded

You hesitated for a second, and then lifted your leg. You noticed Pierre grab your other hand to help with your balance, and at the same time he smothered his wet tongue over your neck. His mouth was ridiculously wet, almost like he had been saving up his saliva to spread on you.

You stepped into what felt like a bath tub, one foot at a time. As you lowered your delicate feet, you noticed you were stepping into something that didn’t feel much like oil.

“What is this? Haha” you asked the boys, as Pierre continued to suck on your neck.

You found it hard not to groan with the pleasure Pierre was providing you with. The bristles of his beard tickling and scratching your skin, at the same time as his tongue salivating all over your neck, and occasionally the feeling of him sucking on you. He was definitely going to leave a mark.

“Kneel down” spoke Charles

“But what is this bath filled up with?” You asked

Whatever it was, it felt warm, and very gooey. It was thicker than water, and thicker than oil too. It felt almost like syrup, but had a strange smell to it. You couldn’t quite make out what it could be.

“We’ll take your blindfold off once you have knelt down” Charles added

And so you did. You knelt down into the bath, which was filled with something you couldn’t quite work out. Whatever it may be, it felt really quite sexy in your skin. You felt it soak into your lingerie as you knelt into it

Your hands brushed your legs and smothered the warm fluid over your lower body.

“Now let’s have some fun” Pierre said while whipping off the blindfold.

The first thing you saw in front of you was Pierre standing fully naked, with his hand stroking his hard , and now fully wet cock.

Charles was standing just to the side, and doing the same. The size of their cocks always took you by surprise. How could a man be so Perfect in every way?

And then you looked down…and that’s when you realised

“Wait…is … is this?”

“Mhm yeah it is…..” Pierre said excitedly as he stroked his cock even harder

You didn’t even get to finish before Charles revealed “it’s cum”

Before he added “it’s both our cum…we’ve been saving it up in this bathtub. So many wanks later, we have managed to fill it up for you”

You were shocked. The bathtub was literally full of cum. Almost to the brim…

“this must’ve taken ages to fill up” you asked

“Not with us. We’re horny guys” Pierre added

“Now fucking suck me off and let me add to it” he replied

You took Pierre’s cock inside your mouth. The feeling of him pulsate inside you, and the feeling of both of their warm Cum smothering your body, turning you on to crazy levels.

“Oh…and I forgot to add” Pierre started saying before adding “I fucked my girlfriend earlier today, and still haven’t washed”

As he said it, he pushed himself further into your mouth, gagging you on his cock. The taste of his salty pre-cum, and the taste of his girlfriend filled your mouth.

“If only his girlfriend knew how much Pierre slept around” you thought.

He would go around fucking as many fit girls as he could, he didn’t care. And now you had him in your mouth.

At the same time, you felt Charles enter the bath

His body quickly getting covered by their own cum as well.

Before you could turn to him, Pierre grabbed your face and kept you sucking him off, and Charles pushed your ass out of the cum, and began to fuck you from behind.

He used the cum as lube, and slid his hard cock into your hole. As he did, he slipped a couple of his fingers inside your ass.

You now had all your holes filled. Your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. All filled up by sexy men.

Was this heaven? You asked yourself, as Charles thrusted even harder inside you.

The movement of him fucking you causing the cum in the bath to slosh around all over you both.

“Fuck you don’t get all the fun, Charles!!” Shouted Pierre, almost like he was jealous.

Pierre jumped into the bath himself, allowing you to breathe again briefly, before he smothered his cock in cum with his thick fingers, and then shoved it back in your mouth.

As this was happening, Charles and Pierre both leant in over you in the middle, and began making out.

You could hear the loud, and juicy kissing noises as they smothered each others mouths with their tongues.

They would both collect cum up with their fingers and spread it over each others faces, before licking it up again.

Pierre and Charles both getting cum stuck in their stubble. Their jawlines looking ridiculously sharp with hot, milky cum smothered all over it

“Shit, fuck me now” Pierre shouted to Charles.

Charles pulled out of you, and positioned himself on Pierre. He slipped his cum covered cock into Pierre’s ass, and began fucking him. As he did this, Charles pushed your head below him and got you to lick his own ass. You rimmed him out as he thrust his cock inside Pierre. The noises both of them were making were incredible.

The groans were so loud you wondered if people onshore would hear you. Pierre almost crying at the pleasure he was feeling from his good friend charles, and you couldn’t help but groan at the taste and feeling of rolling Charles out.

You couldn’t help but notice how sexy they both looked as they fucked. Both of their body’s smothered in cum…the room getting all steamy and sweaty with the amount of exercise going on.

Charles pulled out of Pierre, as if he was ready to explode…”Get in the middle” Charles added

So you did. You sat in the middle of them both as they turned and jerked their cocks pointing at you

Charles then grabbed Pierre’s cock, and his own, and jerked them together with one hand. Both of their wet cocks sliding against one another. The friction of the movement making them both cum.

You had never seen two cocks simultaneously cum together, while being stroked together.

As they released their loads, some of Charles’ splattered up onto Pierre’s hairy abs, and some of Pierre’s splattered up onto Charles’ smooth abs. But the majority of it dropped off their veiny cocks and into your mouth.

The taste and texture of what these boys produced would never get old for you.

Once they finished, they both lay down in the bath, and you in the middle. Both boys sitting opposite one another, and you interlocked between their muscly legs.

As you all lay and caught your breath, you glided your hands up and down both of their legs. Feeling the muscle, which felt even better submerged in cum.

“Fuck…I’m staying in here a bit longer, what about you?” Pierre asked

You all laughed and took your time to enjoy the moment.

[sourstroll]

Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 9 - Premature ejaculation

Pairing: Carlos/Lando

WC: 1080

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Lando had always had a hard time believing people when they said they liked him.

When Carlos first admitted to him that he liked him as more than a friend, he had thought it was a joke, genuinely. Carlos took action immediately, though, proved to him instantly that it was true by kissing him and not pulling away until Lando reciprocated.

Now, a few years on and a move to another team later, Lando still struggled to believe it sometimes. Carlos had never let up, never stopped professing his love or touching him wherever he could while cameras were watching.

It felt too good to be true, having Carlos in his lap while they made out, hot and sweaty and too drunk to be making good decisions.

Carlos had been glued to his side all night, whispering things in his ear that Lando couldn’t repeat, quite handsy as he got more and more intoxicated.

Technically, this was supposed to be a celebration for Max, the club full of other drivers and their girlfriends, as well as a few team principles. Lando had only shown up because Carlos insisted. Even after not being teammates for a couple of years, Lando still couldn’t get out of the habit of doing anything he asked him to do. They’d snuck into one of the private VIP rooms and hoped to God it wasn’t booked tonight.

“What about Charles, huh?” Lando asked between kisses, both to tease and as a serious question. He knew their relationship wasn’t completely innocent, and he didn’t want to upset Charles if it was more serious between them than they led on. “I’m not making out with his boyfriend, am I?” Lando chuckled, hands shamelessly going to unbutton Carlos’s shirt.

“No,” Carlos sighed and went to kiss Lando’s neck as he undressed him, unsteady and sloppy, wishing he could just have Lando inside of him already. “Well- Yes, but- it’s okay. Seriously,” Carlos insisted, pulling away when Lando started to tug his shirt off. “He knows about how we used to be. And that I like you too,” Carlos murmured, fingers shakily unbuttoning Lando’s shirt as well, smiling softly when he felt Lando’s hands on his hairy chest.

Lando is surprised to hear that Charles was apparently okay with this. He supposed it made sense, especially since Charles’s fling with Max was no secret to the rest of the grid, but it was still a bit jarring that they were open, yet still together. “What if I fuck you so good you’ll want to come back to me?” Lando purred and kissed Carlos again, the Spaniard moaning into his mouth, obviously liking the way he was talking.

“I love him,” Carlos said and instinctively grinded his hips down against Lando, their clothed cocks rubbing together, making Carlos’s brain feel mushy. “I love you too,” he smirked, still rolling his hips against him as he kissed Lando once more.

Lando gasped as Carlos grinded into him, his hands landing on Carlos’s ass, helping him move back and forth. He was speechless at Carlos’s words, even though he’d heard him say it before. It still felt unreal to have someone so beautiful, so perfect, so talented, love him.

Lando doesn’t check to see if the door to the room is locked before he laid Carlos back on the bench they were sitting on, almost immediately going to unbutton his pants. “Fucker,” he huffed out, hurriedly tugging Carlos’s pants and boxers off. “Every time I think I’m over you, you say some shit like that,” he murmured, going to start a tirade of kisses all over his chest, all while his hand wrapped around Carlos’s heavy cock, hard and leaking in his fist, wanting Lando’s touch badly.

Carlos could do nothing but lay there and take it, listening to Lando express his woes about their strange relationship. “Stop it,” he whined, a reaction to Lando stroking him slowly, his legs wrapping around Lando to pull him closer. “Don’t get over me, please,” he begged, head tipping back as Lando’s lips started a trail down his tummy, nipping his hip bones playfully.

“I won’t,” Lando assured, tongue darting out to lick a fat stripe up the length of Carlos’s cock, humming as his lips wrapped around the head.

Carlos’s eyes widened at how electric Lando’s tongue felt, much too worked up to react normally. He hadn’t been touched by Lando in a good while, and being drunk just made everything feel fuzzy and warm at the edges. “Lando,” he groaned, tangling a hand into his hair when Lando started bobbing his head, sucking his length down with ease.

Before Carlos could even process what was happening, he could feel his body tighten up and release without warning, his cock twitching as he came in Lando’s mouth. Carlos let out a pitiful moan, feeling both embarrassed and greedy about it, about how much he loved Lando. He’d never done this before, never finished himself off before they even started. It was a lot to handle, both his feelings and his desire for Lando, but he’d never thought it would make him come so fast.

Lando pulled off in surprise, watching the rest of Carlos’s come spurt out and drip down his fist, spitting out the rest over the head, stroking him through it despite his shock. That was definitely new. If anything, it was usually Lando who struggled to last very long when he was turned on. It felt good to know that he made Carlos this way, so sensitive that he couldn’t even last a minute. “Oh, you poor thing,” Lando chuckled sweetly and let go of his cock, giving Carlos a break before they continued.

Carlos struggled to catch his breath, still processing what he’d just done. Sure, Charles had pulled orgasms out of him pretty quickly before, but never like this. “I don’t- I didn’t mean to-“ he tried to explain between big breaths, only relaxing when he felt Lando’s lips kiss him on the cheek, then his lips, sweet and simple.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Lando murmured. “I’m sexy, I know it’s hard to contain yourself,” he joked, laughing when Carlos shoved gently at his shoulder. “I love you too,” he said, punctuating his joke with something that would soothe the older man’s embarrassment.

Carlos’s hands went to cover his face, still processing what had just occurred. “I know,” he murmured, muffled by his hands. “I love you too much,” he decided.

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[punkassfrance]

Rodeo - Joel x AFAB!Reader (Drabble, Kinktober Day 7 - Virginity)

MDNI, 18+ ONLY You didn't think you'd have to prod Joel into fucking you properly. This work contains virginity kink, mild spanking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, size kink, rough sex, and mild primal and breeding kinks. Please let me know if I've missed anything.

I'm probably going to stop writing the prompts and focus on what I want to do for the 31st, just so I can focus and make it good! Enjoy :3 Thanks to @djarrex for the Halloween divider!

As he eases into you, sucking in a breath, you dig your fingers into his shoulders. He’s taking it slow, just as you asked, but it’s still a lot. He’s a lot. Your lungs burn as he stretches you out, huffing into the crook of your neck.

“So-” his hips stutter as he struggles to hold back. “...so fuckin’ tight. Knew this pretty little hole would be just…perfect.” You can’t see his face, your eyes squeezing shut, but he sounds exhausted. Reverent.

You choke when he bottoms out, tears running down the sides on your face into your hairline. He pulls away from your shoulder and immediately presses his lips to your cheek, peppering kisses across your face. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I just had to- fuck, you’re so wet, baby, I’m sorry, I’ll slow down…”

You squirm under his chest, legs forced apart with him unyeilding between them. Nothing could have prepared you for this, for the stinging stretch, for the press of his cockhead against your cervix. He’d used two thick, calloused fingers to prepare you, but it was nothing like this. Nothing like his fat cock pushing you to a new limit, struggling to hold back.

“Jesus, I…I love you, sugar. Love that I’m the first-” He grunts, exhaling over your shoulder before kissing your cheek again. “...first man to have you. Fuck, you’re perfect for me- you’re mine.” He pulls out and the ache worsens, both movement and emptiness making you whine.

“Joel…fuck me.”

He looks down at you for a moment, and you have a second to admire him. His curls are messy from your hands, eyes half-lidded. He looks like he just ran a mile, exhausted from working you up, from holding back as he prepared you. It’s beautiful, even if he would object to the word. His hips twitch, the tip of his cock barely inside you.

“...you don’t know what you just asked for.”

Maybe it’s true. Your cunt is already sore and tired, anticipation keeping you tense. Right now, it doesn’t seem to matter. Anything to see him lose control- anything to watch his face as he finishes inside you.

“I said fuck me!” Before you can reconsider, your hand comes down on his ass, a gentle smack to prod him into indulging. “Go! Fucking giddyup!” He’s staring at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, incredulous. “Unless you want me to find someone who actually wants my-”

He cuts you off with a harsh buck, nearly slamming you into the headboard.

“Jesus, you that fucking slutty? Huh?” One hand gathers your wrists and holds them to the bed, the other arm lays across your chest and pins you down. “Thought I found a sweet little virgin ready to take what I’ll give ‘em. Didn’t know you were gonna start making fucking demands.”

The bed wails and shakes as he pumps into you, gritting his teeth and embracing the motion. He’s moving faster than you can keep up with- every time you start to slip down the bed, there he is, crashing back in and knocking you off-balance.

It hurts. God, it hurts. Perhaps he was right, you didn’t know what you were asking for, but you’re too distracted to regret it. Too busy staring in awe at the man hovering over you, firm and hot. You’d thought about this before you worked up the courage to talk to him. The sight of him losing control, the hairy, sweaty human animal you’d been praying to see. He loved to drive you mad, have you crying on his tongue and fingertips, but this was your turn.

Joel, usually so stoic, emotion metered out with careful practice, has finally given you what you so desperately wanted. It’s a lot to handle, now that you hold him in your hands. But if it takes being his fleshlight to get this vision, it’s worth it.

“Fuck’s gotten into you? I aughta tan your hide-” He cuts off, panting as his eye is caught by your tits jerking with every thrust. “Don’t want my mercy, you don’t fuckin’ get it.”

It’s almost numbing, as you get used to it. The burn warms to heat, the creases in his forehead fade as he nears his orgasm. You’ve never heard him moan like this, like you’re not even there to hear him. Some distant part of you hopes you closed the windows, but it’s not worth lingering on.

“Fuck, I- I need to pull out, I need to pull out, I…” he’s muttering to himself, but you can’t make yourself listen or care. He sounds out of it, struggling to remember the basics, reduced to a pussy-drunk wreck.

His eyes dilate as he grits his teeth and pushes away from you, just in time to splatter cum on your thigh. For a moment you mourn the absence, tempted to beg for him, tempted to give him another kid.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

He settles between your legs, weathered hands running over your thighs. “...Jesus Christ. Didn’t expect you to start throwin’ orders around.”

He lowers to the sheets, kissing your thigh. “Guess you deserve a reward for takin’ me so well, though.” As he gets to work on giving you your third orgasm of the night, tongue curling into you like he’s trying to devour you, you look up at the ceiling and swear you can see the sun.

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[shieldofiron]

Werewolf Billy! I’m talking tall, big, and hairy- got those blonde locks flowin’

And Steve who is a solo hiker, who happens to come across Billy who just changed back after a long night of wolfing around 🐺

The stranger smelled. Not bad... just weird. Steve sniffed and rubbed his nose on the back of his sleeve of his red hoodie.

"Hey, um..." He reached down and checked the guy's neck for a pulse.

He was burning up, like he had a fever or something, but his skin wasn't flushed. Just... freckled. Warm, but not sweaty...

Steve leaned in without thinking about it and got another hit of that weird smell. It almost reminded him of hugging his mom in the winter when she had her fur coat on. A little metallic, a little off. He eyes the stranger's bare chest, dusted with golden hair.

"Well, Hello."

Steve glances up into ice blue eyes.

The stranger grins, teeth gleaming, "Like what you see, little red?"

Steve swallows hard, jerking his hand back and wiping it on his hoodie, as if that would erase the burning feeling.

"You okay?" Steve says softly.

The stranger stretches, long rangy body glowing in the early morning sun.

"Lot better now that you're here, pretty boy."

"You're lying on the ground," Steve frowns.

"Yeah, well, don't knock it 'til you try it," He smiles again, "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Steve."

"Hi, Steve, I'm Billy," The stranger's eyes dip to Steve's lips for just a moment too long, "I could just eat you up in one bite."

Steve glances up the path, trying to hide his burning ears, "Uh... do you want me to call an ambulance for you or something? Sounds like you have a fever."

"Yeah?" Billy raises one notched brow, "You worried, gorgeous?"

"Yeah, you could be hurt?"

Billy pouts, "You were checking my temperature without me?"

"It was an accident," Steve waves his hand in the air, "Swear, I was just checking to see if you were okay."

Billy rises and Steve's throat goes a little dry. He's big. Not just... there... though he is big there...

Steve turns his burning face up to look at the stranger. His golden curls are blowing in the wind like he's in a perfume add. Wow. He's beautiful, Steve thinks.

"You smell so nice," Billy smiles wide, and then leans in, just a little, smelling in a way that's... weird. Familiar but weird, too.

"Thanks, I guess?" Steve stuffs his hands in his hoodie pocket, trying to push it down to hide the half-chub forming in his shorts.

Billy leans in a little more, "How do I smell, Steve?"

"A little... weird."

"Weird bad? Or weird good?"

Steve feels breathless and he doesn't know why.

"Weird... not bad. Kind of like I want to figure out what it is," Steve says quietly.

Maybe he is in a dream. Maybe he's dreaming in perfume ad.

"If I put on some sweats and take you to breakfast," Billy's voice dips low, "Will you let me tell you why?"

Steve glances back at the path, "Why can't you tell me now?"

"Cuz I'm hungry," Billy cocks his head to the side.

"Not sure if I want you to drive me anywhere," Steve says, squirming a little in his hoodie. He really does want to but this is a strange situation.

Billy leans in, whispering like it's a secret, "You drive. I'll meet you there."

"You sure you're ok to drive? You were passed out on the ground," Steve feels like he's has some spell put on him. Those icy eyes slide all over him like an ice cube in a hot mouth.

"Oh, I won't drive," Billy's eyes gleam with mischief, "I'll run, little red."

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@hickory-smoked-ass ohh my team jacob came out for this one thank you

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Embodiment of Pleasure - A Tom Hardy/Reader Smut Drabble.

Because I’m horny. Now so are you too, hopefully! Means I’m doing my job, haha! ;)

Words - 546

Warnings - Filth beneath the cut. Under 18? *Points at door* get outta here!

It’s like how the lyrics to a certain Cardi B song went. All you wanted was for him to park his big Mack truck in your little garage. And oh, how he parks it. The many inches of thick, hot heaven stroke pure ebullience against your sensitive walls, gripping him as he holds your thighs apart, fucking you, sexually decimating you, giving himself to you with keenly delivered thrusts. Actually, keen is not what this is.  

What he gives you is all-out sexual brutality, the headboard banging against the wall, your body sliding back only for the clutch of his powerful hands to keep hauling you back, anchoring you to him, forcing you to take the brunt of it entirely. And that brunt, nothing could feel better. Nothing does feel better than Tom, fucking you with all the power of a turbo charged jackhammer. Nothing.  

His body is an absolute masterpiece to your lust blown eyes, all thick, tattooed and hairy, covered in a sheen of sweat as he rails you mercilessly into the bed, his thumb beginning to stroke at your hardened clit, pleasure crackling through you, the swell skittering over your veins and down to your bones as you wail helplessly, at the mercy of him, not that he shows you even a fraction of that.

“Look at you, fuck. You're so bloody beautiful, split around my dick.” He growls, grasping your legs and hauling them up to rest against his chest, turning his head to lay kisses and little bites at your ankle, adding to the teeth marks he’s left all over your body, the brandings from a man near out of his mind with carnal fury.

He then slows, each plunge into your soaking centre given in all-in, all-out thrusts, teasing your aching core, chuckling at your frustrated mewl as he pants hard. “Tom, please! Fucking give it to me!” you demand, nails raking his arms.

“But I am, darling. Just not the way you want it.” He winks, laughing further at your vexation, the circles at your clit rubbed so slowly, lightly and tightly that you almost forget to breathe, his cock popping out again, pausing, arrowing back to your summit as he groans when you contract strongly around him. He leans forward, your knees touching your chest, bearing his weight down through his pelvis right into the very plush of you, kissing your throat before gently clutching your jaw, turning your head to look at him. “Alright, my little doe. I’ll give it to you.”

And he does. And it’s utter heaven, the way he arrows into you without even a hint of control, long, hard, barbarous thrusts delighting your entire body, your screams filling the room as lava begins to bubble and pool at the base of your spine, your release set to erupt, his thumb circling at your bud faster.  

His teeth crush at your neck, whispering a string of curses as his undoing possesses him, like a demon vying for release, your entire body tensing as with fury, longing and fire, you come undone spectacularly beneath him, seeing stars, breathless and sweaty, and oh so very satisfied.  

When are you anything but with Tom Hardy between your legs? He is, after all, the utter embodiment of pleasure. 

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[ladydarkey]

Once upon a Dream

Days ago I dreamed of this man. Since then he is haunting me. He has no name.However, the blury image of him in my dream was so beautiful, it forever imprinted itself on my mind. I couldn’t help myself, so I wrote it down and added some details for the context. Thanks to @kaagazkefool​ , who was patiently listening to my ramble about him.

Disclaimer: it was written in german and then translated

male/female, light smut, no fandom, you could say he is an OC now (?!)

I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up and I was angry. Like every Friday and Saturday I was with him. We hadn't had much time together anyway and I had to oversleep. It was just too comfortable in his arms.

When I opened my eyes, the door to the hallway was ajar and light poured into the bedroom.

He is still there.

It was the middle of the night, as so often, he was on night duty with the police.

A movement in the shadows drew my attention to the chair opposite the end of the bed.

There he sat, hunched over and turned slightly to the side to lace up his 10-hole boots.

A few black strands covered his face. The inverted cross on his earlobe, that swung back and forth with the movement, gleamed in the light.

Most of his torso was hidden in shadow.

In the dim light, I could only guess that the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. With tattoos adorning his arms from shoulders to hands, there was no line between shirt and bare skin in the darkness. Nevertheless, the play of the muscles was clearly visible. I was fascinated by the rapid and yet constant alternation of light and shadow.

My gaze wandered to his hands, busy pulling the laces through each hole. The movements looked deliberate and yet very routine. Skillfully and almost silently, the shoelaces wound their way up. His elegant, strong fingers wore heavy silver rings. They seemed to change their shape depending on how they reflected the light. While his matt black painted fingernails swallowed any light. Ever since we started dating, I've been painting his nails. It has now become our Friday night ritual. Before that, he painted them himself, which mostly resulted in messy and chaotic results. His fingertips were rough from his job, which often required him to wear gloves. But that didn't bother me when he let them slide gently over my body.

A pleasant shiver went through my body as I thought about how he had caressed me with them earlier in the evening. His fingers always found just the right spots, as if my body were telling him where they were needed most. How he later clasped me tightly in his strong arms, his hands slid down my back, his nails digging into my skin and my throat wet from his heavy breathing and kisses.

A sudden movement snapped me out of my thoughts.

He finished with one of the boots and rose to tackle the other. It was only seconds, but I still got a quick glimpse of his thighs, which almost threatened to burst his combat pants while sitting. At least the curved pocket flaps made it seem so.

The pendant on his silver necklace flashed briefly, drawing my eyes to his bare chest tucked between the button plackets of his open shirt.

On his slightly hairy and fully tattooed chest, shaped by hard training. The nipples were hidden behind the black cotton fabric. I've spent hours studying the paintings all over his body and yet I felt like I didn't recognize them all.

Again my thoughts drifted to the early evening scenes. His bulging, thick and strong thighs, which I held between my legs. His bare chest against mine. The sweet sweat of our bodies flowed together. His silver chain is a cold touch against my nipple. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my hands firmly anchored in his sweaty, shiny hair.

Just before I mentally relived the climax again, he got up. All he had to do was fasten his shirt and put on his gun chest harness and he would be ready to go.

I seized the moment and got up. It only took three steps until I was standing in front of him, covered only by a sheet. It was very fresh in the room.

"You're awake," he was visibly surprised.

"Please don't go yet," I slumped against his chest, one hand holding the sheet, the other resting on his chest. My fingers played lightly with his black curls.

"I'm sorry. It's always hard for me to leave you here alone. Unfortunately, I have to go to work." His muscular arms held me tightly in their grip.

I buried my face between his pecs.

“I'll be back for breakfast. Would you like me to bring you a croissant or a cinnamon roll?” He gently lifted my chin with his right index finger. First I saw his loving smile. It was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I couldn't explain it, but my heart overflows with joy.

"Both?" I asked him with my best puppy eyes.

Then our eyes met and he nodded. As always when he left the house, he wore white contact lenses. I still don't understand why he did it. When we were at home he wore glasses. Behind them were the most beautiful, shining with passion, caring, calm, gentle and mystical auburn irises. They gave me comfort, security and trust. On the one hand, it saddened me that he hid exactly those behind the contact lenses. On the other hand, this beauty was reserved only for me.

"You know, every time I see you with your white eyes I imagine you're a vampire," I giggled at the imaginative and unrealistic thought.

"Is that so?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. A mischievous smile flitted across his lips, his long eyelashes swung briefly up and down.

Suddenly, he threw his head back, raised his arms slightly, and flexed his hands like he was about to dance at any moment in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" music video. He made a sound like a hiss and put one hand on my shoulder and gently pushed my head sideways with the other for easier access to my neck. bang! He bit! Not really. It was more of a gentle nibble. We both burst out laughing. I loved how silly he could be. He always made me laugh.

With a last kiss, he said goodbye and went out the apartment door.

I was still watching from the window as he got into his car. He turned around again, blew me a kiss and drove away. I stood there for a while, wondering how an average woman like me deserved such a wonderful, extraordinary man like him.

He will be home for breakfast and I will be here, longingly waiting for him. ~~~~~~~~~~

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[subsequentibis]

2, 7, 9 and 10 for laz, sal and john?

wooo let's put this one under a cut!

2. Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

sal is pretty heavily inspired by most of the tall gangly awkward sweaty weirdo scientist/researcher characters i recall fondly from a lot of media i liked growing up, plus hair that's fun to draw and that mimics the fungus's tendril shapes. she started out looking fairly different as my vtm character, but then i fell a little in love with dev patel (and this was also when i was still drawing her as a man) so she ended up closer to his look in david copperfield. purple is a color that doesn't exist much in nature, or so i've heard, so it can have a mystical/spooky/unnatural feeling to it, especially i think a kind of paler ghostly purple, which is why i chose it for her sweater. similarly i gave her grey eyes because i feel like they give off a slightly unusual or unnatural vibe while also being very beautiful. she gets a turtleneck because i gave her my fear of/discomfort with having my neck touched to an extreme degree, she doesn't even like feeling the wind on it. the rest of her clothes are brown/dark tones to give her an earthy and grounded feel. i'm not very good at thinking of outfits so i made her like a cartoon character that only has one set of clothing but just gave her sensory issues so she has a whole wardrobe of nearly identical sweaters, pants, and jackets for comfort. originally i was going to have the fungus able to chameleon-esque shift color so it would be mimicking her hand and eye almost exactly except for almost imperceptible lines where the tendrils meet, but i ended up not liking that idea so much and gave her gloves & a glass eye to hide the bits that she loses over the course of the story. she's long and spindly because i tend to think of her hunched up and curling in on herself, like she's always felt just a little bit too big and is trying to compensate for it, and also because that's very fun to draw.

lazarus is pretty heavily inspired by john constantine, sam vimes, columbo, hellboy, any cigar/cigarette-chomping long coat-wearing detective or investigator with a dry sense of humor. he's gone through a couple versions actually, he was my character in several different ttrpgs until i settled on him as a detective npc for an urban shadows campaign i ran and that really nailed down a lot for him looks and attitude-wise. grey raincoat to help him blend in a little more with the city, i like to think he could lean against a concrete wall and almost disappear. big stompy boots or heeled shoes because he's short as hell and wants to look taller. red as an accent color for blood/fire/etc. actually i debated red eyes as well for a bit and finally settled on orange because, of all things, pilferingapples drew bahorel with these really lovely orangey whiskey colored eyes and that always struck me as gorgeous. i just cranked up the orange to make them obviously not natural and as a connection to lava. he's a bit of wish fulfillment for me as a trans man - short but with a broader build, fairly strong shoulders and hips but a bit of stomach to fill out between so he's not really hourglass-y at all. hairy all over, big obvious top surgery scars that will get an update to probably look like flames or claw marks soon, and covered in interesting scars. i always wanted to come up with a story behind all of them but i only ever figured out ones for two, one on his knee and the brand on his chest that ties him to his demonic patron. he had a shitty tiny ponytail for a long time because i love getting my hair just long enough to have a tiny shitty ponytail, but his hair started getting longer over time and now i like him with long hair. cringefail facial hair. he cannot grow a mustache to save his life but that's not gonna stop him.

ok so john. john was originally a hotel podcast oc, as in like i had this idea that the owner might have once been a human guy and got yoinked and twisted to fit the hotel's needs. so john was just my design for the owner but a little more saturated, like he goes semi-greyscale when he gets got. i ditched the turquoise bolo tie when i decided i wanted him in underbelly and i'm trying to fill his wardrobe out a little more with clothes that a divorced dad trying to find his feet again after a painful break up might pick for 'fun'. where laz was my wish fulfillment as a trans man back in college, when i was barely beginning to believe i could possibly be genderweird, john is my wish fulfillment as a trans man now. tall, beefy, hairy, big shaggy sideburns. he's got less thought put into him than the others because he's not been around as long, give him a few years to mature in the soup and i'm sure he'll develop.

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

see prev answer for sal!

lazarus is somewhat similar to sal in that he's quick to pick up on tiny details, but i would call him more street smart than book smart. i wanted the two of them to have a bit of a battle of the minds going on, not quite like death note levels but more like your average columbo episode. laz is in total control of himself at pretty much all times, as well - he is driven primarily by anger, but he's had enough time to figure out how to use anger instead of being used by it. sometimes he loses control but it's rare. he has a good relationship with a lot of people in the underbelly, he makes a point to help out where he can and engages in a lot of favor-swapping. i really want him to be a pillar of the community sort of guy, someone really intensely invested in the space they've helped to build because he's been aimless and wandering in the past and it's no way to live. he's a bit world weary and can come across as cynical, but deep down even if he doesn't believe in the inherent goodness of man, he thinks man can be dragged kicking and screaming towards some kind of goodness.

john is a good natured and good hearted kind of guy, despite his flaws he has a fairly strong sense of right and wrong and he's really fiercely loyal and protective of his loved ones. frankly see that one post that's like 'character that's submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive'. he's lost people and relationships in the past for various reasons so when he finds something that sticks he's desperate to keep them close and safe and intact.

9. In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

sal is the worrier for sure and the one who goes home early because she's not having fun. laz is the one you think is the straight man until a third act subversion and then he's either covered in other people's blood or has challenged the biggest guy in the bar to a drinking contest that he will win and then make out with said guy. john is the designated driver.

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

i love sal's cowardice. it's really meaningful and special to me how little she wants to do with anything happening to her and how she figures out how to deal with it anyway and succeed while never really getting over how much she wants to just go home and get in bed.

my favorite lazarus trait is his anger, because i love a character who lets their rage bubble and boil under the surface while appearing completely calm until they just explode, but like a controlled demolition.

i love john's ability to adapt. when he ends up in the underbelly it's not long at all before he's got a stable job & a place to live & people who call him friend because he just goes with the flow and makes it work. yeah he's got goat eyes and horns and he sleeps on a pile of hay now bc he's too big for his bed most nights but hey, could be worse!

[kramersoup]

warning horny/embarrassingly fluffy thoughts below

i want to lay him down on a nice plushy soft bed at night with only a single small lamp lighting the room and caress his face then kiss his pretty hair and his warm forehead then his cute squishy cheeks and his earlobe and softly feel his eyelashes and look into his big beautiful eyes then kiss him on the softest part of the neck right under the ear then kiss along his round jaw then look at him again and i hope he looks dreamy and his eyes are lidded and his mouth is slightly open and his angel face is glowing like a beautiful full moon and then i’d lean in and kiss him on his soft full lips and i hope he likes it and kisses me back and i’d press in and feel his nose and cheek and chin on my face and i think he would be a little sweaty but that’s ok and then i want his breath to get heavier as i get on top of him and kiss him harder and suck his bottom lip and i want to reach into his shirt and put my hand on his hairy chest and feel his heartbeat and i want to feel his fleshy hand in mine, soft sweaty palms, maybe even a little shaky as i wordlessly unbutton his top and taste his wet tongue in my mouth, then i’ll kiss his neck again, tasting his skin and maybe even gently biting him, but only if he likes it, and maybe he’ll jump a little bit, maybe i’ll feel him getting hard because of it and notice that he has a thick cock, and rub against it with my thigh a little as he sighs and leans his head back for more neck exposure, and i’ll think about how badly i want to make him cum but i want to make him wait first

i better stop here i have things to do 😭 good lord

[ramcharantitties]

@rambheemlove is this good?

"Dheere" she moaned, loudly, stopping Bheem with his pace. "eh, bangaram, tum theek ho?" he asked, concern swimming in his eyes. She just arched her back, nodding. Bheem slid his arm under her sweaty body, pushing her flush against his chest.

"I'll be slow, okay?" she nodded again, and Bheem raised her right leg till his waist. Her hand roamed over his hairy abs, sliding up around his neck. Bheem slid in again, slowly, kissing her cheek twice, and again, and again.

The whimpers escaping her couldn't stop, as he filled her up to the hilt. Bheem kissed down her neck, muttering soft praises. He bit down on her neck, eliciting a moan from her. "You look so beautiful, all laid out for me" he thrusted in, and out, seeing her lost in the bliss.

"Bas, we're good, just a little more" he said, and she threw her head back, about to cum.

"that's it, let go" Bheem could feel her clenching down on him as he tried to push his own high, letting her first. "I am here, calm down" he muttered, nuzzling his head in her neck.

She thrashed on the bed, her hands gripping whatever she could find- his hair, the pillow, the sheets. "You're doing so good huh, so well for me" he held her waist, her body shivering and her fingers going numb.

Bheem came too, following her, sweaty body falling on her small one. She pulled her weak arms around him, kissing his cheek. They laid there, breathing slowly, their chest moving in sync.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Soft!Harry During Sex (10 Things List)

AN: miss @harryhoney-bee  gave me this idea when she told me i was great at writing soft!harry. so i came up with 10 things i picture soft!harry doing during sex.

This contains: sexual intercourse, blowjobs, pussy eating, fluff

{ boyfriend!harry or husband!harry or dad!harry - soft!harry }

word count: 832

10 things soft!harry does when you're having sex or being intimate in general.

1. Very delicately holds your long hair back and away form your face when you're giving him a blowjob. Like Harry isn't putting any force in his hold that would lead to you being forced too far down and choke, but it's just enough so your hair isn't in your way and Harry can see your beautiful face as you pleasure him orally.

2. When you're riding his cock and get too tired, you'll end up having to lay down on top of Harry's tattooed chest and allow him to buck up into your cunt due to your weakened hips. And while you're laid flush with his chest, he'll graze his rough fingers over your back in a soothing manner, while his feet are planted into the mattress and he's thrusting into you. You'll have your head shoved in Harry's sweaty neck and concentrate on Harry and how he's taking care of your body for you, knowing you got too tired.

3. When having sex in missionary, Harry will have his face pressed against the side of your face and sometimes lightly massage at your scalp, tugging your roots gently.

4. Or in missionary when his face is pressed to the side of your head, hips rolling into yours slowly, he'll be whispering words of encouragement or words of a loving matter in your ear. Just to remind you how good you are for him or how much he loves you.

5. When Harry is eating you out, he'll have one hand laid over your opened thigh to hold your legs open, and his other hand will be resting on your stomach with your fingers incased with his. Basically holding hands. Harry does this so you'll have something to hold on to and squeeze when the pleasure becomes too much, but to also just feel close to you in general.

6. Constantly communicate with you. Harry is big on communication when having sex and he wants to make sure you are comfortable at all times. So whenever he changes positions or whenever he randomly thinks to ask, he'll ask if you still feel alright or is everything feeling okay. You love that Harry does that because your past partners never communicated to see if you were doing alright and it makes you feel safe whenever Harry has enough courtesy to do that with you.

7. Soft Harry is always up for giggles during sex. He never takes things too seriously. Especially during very slow sex when you're basically just being lazy and not rushing things. If he's on top, he'll say cheeky things in your ear that has you laughing aloud or if you're on top, Harry will look up at your hazy face and crack a joke, leading to you falling forward and letting a contagious laugh ripple through your body, vibrating straight through his.

8. Sometimes when you're riding Harry's cock, he'll play with your sagging boobs. Cupping them in his hands and putting your nipples in his mouth, making your back arch at the gentle touch his warm mouth brings to your tits. He'll have his eyes closed as he sucks on your breasts and you'll even lower down a bit with your arms on either side of his head so he isn't straining his neck to reach them.

9. Ask if you need your clit rubbed. Depending on the position you're in, you'll be stimulating it yourself on his pubic bone or if you can't quite grind into his hairy mound like you'd like, you'll need it rubbed by a hand. And Harry will never let you do it yourself, always wanting to make sure he's the one pleasuring you in all the ways that you need. Therefore, he'll ask to see if you feel like you need him to bring his hand down and stimulate it for you, knowing clitoral stimulation is a must for you to orgasm most times.

10. Loves closeness. Just like the holding hands while eating you out or the rubbing of your back when you're laying over him, riding his cock. So no matter what you're doing sexually, Harry always tries to incorporate little things that bring you both closer together. It can be slipping his hands under your back when he's on top and having your breast press more into his sweaty chest. It can be holding your hands together above your head when making love. Kissing you when he gets the chance as his cock rocks in and out your pussy. Holding you tightly to his body when you ride him. Basically hugging your body to his or vise versa. You personally love all of that . Feeling close to Harry when being intimate is the best feeling in the world.

My Masterlist Masterpost

[littlefreya]

Velvet Chains

Summary: For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 

Promot:  

 A thought - August as a gigolo who specializes in deflowering. 👌

Pairing: Soft! August Walker x Virgin Reader.  

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: 18+. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c... 

A/N: When I received this prompt, I didn’t think I can actually do it justice, but it was 3am and I started dabbling around. Then in the morning, I took another look at it, and this little drabble turned into a one-shot. I hope you’ll like it, I hope I did well. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my muse who beta’d my story. 

Please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed reading. 🖤 DM if you want to be added to my tag squad. 

Title: Velvet Chains

They were all little flowers to him, fresh peonies and flushed roses. Young or mature, it never mattered as long as they were still oh so pure. Undefiled, succulent flesh. Kissed by dew and wrapped by the last remaining petals of their innocence.

All for him to willfully pluck.

Sprayed with notes of tobacco, and boozy fragrance of rum - August Walker was the top-tier kind of service, a man to die for with his three-piece suits and shiny leather shoes. At one point he didn’t even need to self-promote; they came to him, all doe-eyed and coy, willing to pay as much as it takes to have him breach through the sealed gates of their garden.   

The rules were quite simple: Cash in advance and always wear protection; other than that anything goes. August liked to see himself as a procurer of fantasies rather than a male prostitute. For a generous fee of $1500, his girls earned themselves a night they never forgot. Whether it began with a dinner at the most outrageous restaurant, a masked ball at a billionaire’s mansion, or an intimate evening with his homemade cooking at a cosy sublet. 

It was up to him to choose the experience for the ladies after thoroughly assessing and profiling each client. He was never wrong; after all, it was his job to study women, both mentally and physically. 

“I know what you need,” he would murmur as he kissed down their navel and swept between their shaky thighs. And in his grip they indeed laughed, cried, and came undone so many times over, reaching out to grasp heaven around his unapologetically huge cock.  

Until you changed everything. 

August couldn’t quite crack you; while he enjoyed, savoured, and conquered every woman he had, it was you who seemed to have more power over him than he did over you. The quiet abyss in your eyes reeled him in like an unfortunate, foolish fish teetering on a hook. Whatever mysteries that mind of yours held, he wanted to pry it open with his fingers and brush them through the parchments of your soul. 

He desired you more than just the flesh; he wanted to be deeper in you than he ever was in any other woman. 

‘Who are you?’

Shivering in his presence, it was crystal clear that you weren’t immune to his spells; yet you didn’t seem impressed by the theatrics or his suave appearance. As if you saw right through him, and knew it was all but a spectacle.  

Wanting everyone to witness your ‘claiming’, he took you to the dimly-lit roof of his private apartment and laid you on a blanket beneath the beaming stars. When his lips touched yours while slowly ridding himself of his clothes, August felt like he could tell you his most kept secrets though he didn’t want to. 

This is not how it worked. Not for him. 

Sorrounded by the fairy tea-lights that adorned the intimate rooftope, you flinched as he began undressing you, and trembled so vehemently once completely bare that all he wanted was to embrace you in his big arms. And he did so, collecting you against the dark fur of his chest, the heat of his body provided shelter from the cold October breeze.

“Beautiful,” he whispered sincerely and allowed his hands to roam the tender map of your body. Likely, he would never see you again, so he wanted to remember every curve, dimple, and scar; he needed your moans imprinted in the museum of his mind. 

The same desperate, breathless pleas only a virgin would make, purer than pure.

Breathing in shudders, you laid down beneath him with your legs spread out. Your little untouched slit displayed to his hungering gaze, asking to be reshaped by his intrustment. August was never one to lose control, but your entire existence has made him question every decision and in a moment of frivolousity, he lost himself completely and broke the most forbidden rule: 

He entered you bare. 

Painfully large and hot as flaming iron, his rigid cock tore through your maidenhood and delved into your velvety pit, desperately searching for the engulfing shelter that was your womb. Weeps of pain rained down your lips; he was too big, and he didn’t slow down. He unwrapped you, tearing your rose petals one by one, sinking in until you could have sworn he was infused between your lungs. 

Overwhelmed by the raw sensation of your wet flesh engulfing him, August raked his arm around the small of your back and held your body against his, forcing you to spread wider, to grant him the infinite access he demanded.

“Look at me kitten,” he murmured in a half-breathless, half-soothing voice and showered hasty butterfly kisses across your forehead, “I’m inside you. It’s done, now let me please you.”

He seared your body, your sensitive entrance pulsating with a twinge of grieving anger around his veiny cock, your walls squeezing, fighting off his lewd intrusion. While you anticipated the pain, the initial shock was too much to bear. 

“I don’t think I can take you,” you retorted and swallowed hard, trying not to cry as he swelled and flinched inside you further more.

August reached a hand to your jaw and caged it between his strong fingers. Not saying a word, he stared intensely into your eyes. Smoke and broken mirrors shadowed his glare. In your daze, you swore you could see his reveries and hear him whisper without moving his lips. 

The barriers of your guarded castle were in ruins, and so was your self-preservation. Fully submitting, you allowed him to take you beneath the shimmering, black silks of midnight. 

August was both gentle and rough as he rode between your thighs, his heavy body surrounding you completely. His entity seeped through your lungs and pores, his bewhiskered mouth left sloppy, ticklish kisses and chanted a hymn of pleasure against your neck. 

For a slight moment, you wondered if he was this passionate with all of his customers. But all thoughts died at the moment his crown slammed into the wall of your womb, and the entirety of your existence was flooded with both the tremors of sudden pleasure and satisfying pain. 

You wanted more, you wanted to be complete. To be completely his.

“Oh god, yes!” You cried for him, clawing your nails at the taut muscles of his back.

Grunting, he plunged into you, harder with every pull and deeper with every thrust. He sought for heaven between your legs and as inexperienced and naive as you were, you followed your instincts and complied to his arousal. Bucking your hips, you yielded to meet the jerk of his hips - your rhythm a savage mess, your demeanour that of a virgin-whore. 

“Good girl, my good girl,” August praised, thrilled of the shift in you, and by the helpless, glossy gaze and gaping mouth as you moaned and begged. Your freshly open cunt clung to his invasion with its growing tightness. Holding onto him the way the moon is bound to earth.

Control was gradually lost over your own bodies, enslaved to something stronger than your wills and wits. It was as if you became vessels to haunting spirits that made you slam into one another, lost in a sweaty, carnal trance until a flush of sudden rapture broke between your legs the way raging waves break upon a ship lost at sea, consuming it completely.

Like a dauntless sailor, August followed you into the depths of euphoria. Jumping to his knees, he hauled you by the waist and slammed you against him, needing to be balls-deep within you. With a loud shout, he came undone, astonished by the raw, unbridled sensation of releasing himself inside another person.

You both shuddered in shock as his thick cum bathed your womb in three, warm gushes. 

‘Oh, August, what have you done?’

Spent, he nearly collapsed on top of you, holding his hands flat to the side of your head. He took a deep breath before pulling out from your hurting hole and moving to lie by your side. The pink mixture of your essence trickled between your simmering lips just the way it coated his still-swollen cock. Glancing down upon it he felt an odd notion of triumph, more than the usual complacent feeling usually evoked with his clientele. 

“Don’t worry, I am clean.” He promised. 

In a way, you were his first as well.

Pulling you against him, he nuzzled your neck and hummed lowly, “I don’t imagine you could give me anything.”

Still trying to land back on solid ground, you said nothing. Words didn’t make it, not through your chest nor your head. You basked within the moment, trying to memorise every vibration that flowed through your veins as the glow became dimmer with every passing minute.

Limbs entangled, he decorated your shoulder-blade with honey-sweet kisses while your spine attached to his hairy chest. He watched you quietly, admiring you completely until the two of you fell into a dreamless sleep under the guarding sky. 

Come morning, August was awakened by the sounds of the raging street below. The scent of toxic vapours hung heavy in the air and his face curled at the sounds of the beeping horns. For a moment, he forgot where he was but then you were the first thing on his mind. Even though he knew the deal was for one night only, something in him itched for a generous ‘on-the-house’ lazy morning sex.

As he rolled to lie on top of you, his chest felt abruptly empty. He was met with nothing but the defiled blanket.

You were gone.   

Though the scent of your body, your sweat, and viscous fluids were still stuck to his skin, your memory a sheer piece of silk carried away by the cruel wind. The weight of a thousand stones dropped in August’s gut and he flipped onto his back once more and stared at the cloudy sky. 

It resonated in him that this was all that it was, and he would never find a girl like you again.     

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

*I don’t own August Walker or the Mission: Impossible Franchise

[meetmymouth]

PLEASE post whatever your writing about that gif of Harry with white robe 😥 this photo shoot left me shook

alrighty, i’m posting it here instead of making a separate post since it’s pretty short!!!

Another shout leaves Harry’s mouth, ringless fingers around his mouth, and he lets out a cackle when the horses in the distance turn their heads towards where he’s standing on the other side of the fence. His white robe is slightly baggy on him, considering his slim figure, and his soft, product-free hair catches on the wind, falling over his eyes ever so softly.

She comes behind him, wet grass rustling beneath her wellies, and she wraps her arms around his waist. “What are you doing, you silly man?” She says, tone amused as she squeezes his waist, “Stop disrupting wildlife.”

“Just making friends,” Harry grins and puts his own hands over hers, squeezing gently before he intertwines their fingers. His features set in a smile when he feels her ring.

He tilts his head to the side and she presses a kiss to the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting smell; tobacco and vanilla, and Harry.

“Come back to bed.”

The wind is gentle, soft around them, but she feels it >coming under her own robe, shivering when it hits her bare skin underneath.

Harry turns in her embrace and presses their foreheads together. “Took some pictures. Wanted us to have breakfast out here but,” his gaze falls to her chest, “It’s cold.”

Standing outside their little cottage, both dressed in white robes and pink wellies, Harry squeezes her frame tighter, sighing when her soft cheek, still warm from her sleep, presses against his cold neck. He looks over the cottage, the mountains, and wishes they could do this everyday, for the rest of their lives. For the rest of their lives, he thinks.

His eyes catch the sight of her ring once again as her hand rests on his chest, and it makes his throat hurt. He feels his throat tighten with various emotions, face bearing a quiet happiness, and he knows. He knows it’s love. The way her beautiful hair chafes the very air around them, some strands caressing his chin ever so softly, and the smell of it. Fresh, not exactly fruity, but pleasant, so pleasant that he wants to bottle it up and spray it on every surface, everything he owns so that he feels her wherever he goes. Her buttery skin is still sleep-warm and so soft against his despite the robe, and he can’t help but lower his head until his lips touch where her pulse is, and she beams. It’s love.

As he breathes in the smell, she giggles when his soft curls tickle her skin and he presses another kiss, mouth opening as he licks over the flesh, sucking it into his mouth before he lets go when he feels her shiver. “Are you cold?” His hand finds hers, “Let’s go inside, baby.”

The warmth of the cottage hits their cold skin as they stand side by side, toeing off their boots in silence. There’s a faint smell of burning wood and coffee invading their firm bubble of personal space as Harry guides them to the spacious bed, and he sighs at the white, crumpled sheets that look as if they’re still warm. He watches with a smile as she crawls into bed, and once she’s comfortable, Harry takes it upon himself to jump into it which earns him a slap on his chest.

“I’m starving.”

“Mmm, I’ll feed you,” he aligns their bodies together, and her feet find their place between Harry’s hairy legs.

Humming, she travels her fingers up to his neck, “Are we talking about food, or your dick?” She brings her hand higher and pinches his earlobe, and he lets out a hiss.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I’m hungry. Not horny.”

Harry reaches for her hand on his ear and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss where her ring rests. “Spotted dick?”

“I don’t even like spotted dick– no, don’t even start. It’s too early for penis jokes.”

“Never too early for some dick, baby,” he gets closer, nuzzling their noses together and he breathes her in, “You smell lovely.”

“Yeah? It’s sweat and body lotion.”

“Y’don’t smell sweaty to me, sweetheart,” he mutters, lips traveling to the corner of her mouth and he presses a kiss there. He kisses and kisses, plump lips soft against her skin, and when he reaches her neck, he presses another kiss there but this time it echoes through the room. “I love love you.”

“I love love you too...ouch! No teeth.”

“All right, sorry, I’ll leave you alone and go back to my horses,” he begins pulling away but her hands find his shoulders, pressing him into her to prevent him from getting up.

“Don’t leave. I want to cuddle some more before we check out.”

He gets comfortable in the bed, resting his back against the pillows and pulls her close to his chest. A grin appears on his face when she sighs, pressing her back against his chest harder as she tries to find a more comfortable position.

“Can you play with my hair?” She mumbles, tilting her head back to look at him.

He grins even wider, soaring, and begins massaging her scalp gently.

“I like this.”

She hums and wiggles her bottom in order to find a more comfortable position and her bum makes contact with Harry’s bare cock under his robe.

He lets out a hiss, “I changed my mind, I don’t like this– stop moving your arse for god’s sake!”

“I’m not doing it on purpose, am I?” She lets out a groan, “Can you part your legs wider? This feels wrong.”

“Well, it >is wrong when you keep kneading my dick with your arse. Oi, stop it!”

“Oh my god, you’re such a teenager. I’m not trying to knead your dick, come on, part them beefy thighs.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry retracts her fingers from her hair, watching as she tries to find a better position. “Fuck– my balls! Your asscheek! On my balls!”

With a cackle, she stops and moves away, taking her place on her side of the bed with crossed arms. Her hair’s artfully disheveled, thanks to Harry’s fingers, and he reaches to pinch her nipple over the thick robe.

“Argh, not my tits, they’re sore!”

“What about my balls! God, I can’t even feel my dick anymore,” he slides his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath, pouting when he notices her still laughing. “Stop laughing. Stop it.”

“C’mere,” she motions him to come closer and he does, of course he does, and she presses their foreheads together again. “I love you. You’re a drama queen but I love you.”

“If I’m a drama queen, what does that make you, then?”

“I’m the girl of your dreams, baby.”

“Psh. As if.”

“I am. You told me so. Like…” she darts her tongue out and licks the tip of his nose, making his eyes widen, “...last night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.”

His mouth tugs into a half-smile and he leans forward to press a kiss to her nose, the smile widening when she sighs and tries to get closer and closer, nuzzling into him like a kitten. “I don’t recall.”

“Stop being mean and kiss me.”

[earthchica]

sweetheart ➝ part five

Chris Evans x Reader OFC! (Michaela Hayes)

Summary: in which Michaela unexpectedly falls for her friend, Chris despite being in a 'no strings attached' relationship with him.

Warning: SMUT, slight angst, fluff ( make up sex *unprotected* 𐤟 michaela’s confession 𐤟 a lot of kisses 𐤟 daddy kink 𐤟 cursing 𐤟 dirty talk )

Word Count: 1.7K

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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE

My heart shattered, watching Chris walk out of the door with the look of heartbreak, devastation, sadness.

I just made the biggest mistake of my life, and I didn't know what to do.

I lied.

I lied to him.

I lied because I'm scared...I'm scared of love. I thought if I saw someone else maybe my feelings would go away but no.

There was no denying it anymore.

I was deeply in love with Chris and I told him I didn't. This was one of the things I was afraid of happening.

I felt so angry at myself for hurting him, the only person who showed me admiration, care, and sweetness.

It's been a few weeks since I last saw him. I thought of talking to him but I knew he wouldn't want to.

Everything was falling apart, I was falling apart while staring at my phone, trying to stop myself from texting him.

What was the point if he wasn't gonna answer, my thumb was hovering over the letters that I was just in.

I pause at the sent button, every message I had typed out in these weeks ended up being deleted minutes later.

I gasped when my phone vibrated, I grabbed my phone, thinking it's Chris but it was...just Rae.

Rae: get up, take a shower cause we're meeting Nat and Amira for lunch.

Me: okay!

I got out of this bed, knowing I needed to get some fresh air. I went to take a hot shower and got dressed in a casual outfit.

Rae texted me again saying she was outside, I grabbed my keys, purse, and jacket before leaving my apartment.

Just at the perfect time, Chris was leaving his apartment. I turned around and saw him, wearing a suit and tie.

"Chris...hi" I greeted with a slight smile and he returned a slight smile which made me widened with surprise.

"Hi," He says, locking his door with his keys. There was intense silence between both of us which I hated.

"So um, you got a minute to talk?" I asked softly, bringing the strap of my purse back on my shoulder.

"No, I don't..I have to be somewhere," Chris says, about to make his way downstairs but I stopped him.

"Wait, where are you going? Are you going on a date, are you seeing someone?" I asked multiple questions at a time.

"Don't worry about it, Michaela" He says, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes, gently moving me out of the way.

"Is this what we're doing now, Chris? Not talking to each other" I asked, watching him go down the stairs.

He didn't even say anything and continued making his way downstairs until I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

AN HOUR LATER.

"Why would you do that, Michaela?" Rae asked, placing her hand on my shaking arm and I stopped it.

"Because I'm fucking scared. Okay, I thought If I saw someone else, my feelings would fade" I explained, feeling tears coming down my eyes.

"Michaela, you gotta stop letting fear control your life, before you miss out on something very special. Go talk to him" Amira says.

"I don't think he wants to talk, I tried before I came here. I think I messed up pretty bad, " I said, wiping my eyes.

"Then try a little harder, you need to tell him the truth before it's too late," Rae says encouragingly.

"I agree with Rae and Amira. Chris's a great man with a great heart who's deeply in love with you, you want him to know" Natalie added.

They were both right! Chris deserves to know the truth and he's a great man, an amazing, sweet, selfless man who owns my heart.

I've never in my life have ever felt this way about someone, he's everything I wanted and I wanted him to be more than my friend.

I'll wait until he comes back to his apartment to talk to him, sadly he never did until the next morning.

I know I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions but this got me thinking so many thoughts that I couldn't stop:

did he go on a date?

did he find someone better?

He loves me right then why has he moved on so fast?

I couldn't let my fears get in the way of me possibly having a future with him. I've gotta stop being used to being alone.

I took a deep breath, calming my thoughts for a second before getting up and going to talk to him.

I walk across to his front door, knock, and wait for him. I know now that I've been missing that one thing I was yearning for in my life.

Chris opened the door wearing shorts that were hung dangerously low on his hips, showing off his slightly hairy tattooed chest, six-pack abs, and arms.

“Michaela,-” I cut him off before he spoke by pushing my way into his apartment. "You're gonna shut up and listen,"

"Chris, I'm sorry, okay. I hate what's happening to us and I know it's all my fault." I said, feeling the tears coming.

"Why would you go and do that Michaela?" He asked in a serious tone, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm scared," I said, looking between his beautiful blue eyes and his soft lips.

"Scared of what, Michaela? Scared of Me?" He asked curiously, walking towards me slowly and smoothly.

"No, I'm scared of being in love, being in love with you, Chris. I lied about not feeling the same. I thought I could push my feelings away but I can't. I've been in love with you for the longest, I've just been too scared to confess cause I don't want to ruin our friendship and then we started this..." I answered.

His eyes were in utter confusion and excitement which didn't tell me if it was a good or bad thing.

"Please say something," I said, and instead of saying something he brought me into a passionate kiss.

"Say it again," He asked, pulling away with his hand on my cheek. My heart flutters, staring into his eyes.

"I'm in love with you, Chris. I always have and always will'' I said softly and he smiled, leaning down to kiss me softly.

Our lips molding with each other perfectly, he smiles into the kiss pulling me even closer to him.

I pulled away and rested my forehead against his, feeling so amazing inside and out that he knows the truth.

"I've been wanting to say that since forever" I whispered with a smile, kissing his sweet spot on his neck.

"It feels good to finally say it huh?" He asked with a happy smile and I nodded, kissing his lips gently.

I moaned softly into the kiss, feeling his hands all over my body. Chris takes hold of my hand and leads me to his bedroom.

Our lips met again for a second before he moved and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere.

I needed him and his love, this making-up moment was way overdue. By the time we hit the bed both our clothes were gone.

A soft moan left my mouth as he began to massage my breasts gently. Chris knows how to pleasure my body so well.

He started to hump between my legs, making me feel how hard he was for me. 

Another soft moan left my mouth softly, feeling him suck my right erect nipple with his mouth.

With him humping and sucking on my breast, it was driving me completely nuts. I run my fingers through his hair, knowing he loves that.

He moans, pulls away from my breast to look at my face and I give him a delightful look of love.

“I’m all yours, daddy” I said and he wraps his hand around his dick and slowly rubs himself against my wet folds.

Before sinking into my wetness with one deep push while his hand was on my waist, digging his nails into my skin.

Chris begins a little rough but slowly goes gently, light and sweet while kissing me all over my body.

I moaned, clawing my nails into his back as his thrust became slightly faster.

My hair was pushed out of my face and I got kisses planted on my face, feeling an incredible, sweet pleasure.

"Ride me, sweetheart?" Chris says, lifting me slightly to flip on his back and thrusted his hips up gently.

I moaned, trying to match the rhythm with him, and began to bounce up and down his shaft as his groans and my moans got louder.

"Fuck, yes baby." Chris moans, wrapping his arm around my waist while still riding him like a cowgirl.

I grabbed my breasts, feeling my eyes roll in the back of my head, feeling so good as he was praising me.

"That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so good, fuck I’m-!" He cuts himself off by moaning and spilling his cum inside of me with no warning.

But within a couple of seconds, an intense orgasm comes. “Oh my...fuck I love you, Chris”

We both fell backward on the bed together, Chris pulled out and laid on the other side of the bed.

I took a deep breath and looked over at him and his eyes were closed as he whispered. "I love you too, Michaela"

I bite my lip, feeling his cum slowly coming out of my pussy. I placed my hand and chin on his sweaty chest and kissed it, he opened his eyes to look at me.

We were both still coming off of our cloud of high, no words were spoken and there was no need for them.

Chris and I soon got up and went to take a bath and somehow round two happened during the bath.

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[imhereiguess556]

Brahms one shot story

Ok I finally did it, I’m posting a story here. This is my first short fic I’ve written in a long time,I tried my best to make sure its gender nuteral, hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Just some making out, implication of sex

Prompt: You just found out your ex was cheating on you, and a big hairy man has come to comfort you!

The fire place hissed as another photo was thrown into the fire. Soft sobs echoed in the manor, breaking the usual cold silence. Pictures of your ex sizzing as you reviewed the relationship. You gave them your all and they decided to throw everything away. Catching them cheating via an email from their mistress telling you of their misdeeds. Another photo went in as you sipped on the last of the red wine in the manor. Fuck them, fuck everything. You didn’t need anyone except Brahms. Yes, it was silly but the only constant in your life at this point was this doll and its schedule.

           You admitted it was weird at first, taking care of a doll. It was a reminder or the Heelshires deceased son. To cope, his parents made a porcelain doll of the boy. But you didn’t judge them for that. Losing your family at a young age, you wish you could have done the same thing. Whatever, more wine will make the bad thoughts go away. Swishing the empty wine bottle, you let out a defeated groan. You’ll burn the rest tomorrow; this wine was starting to get to you anyways. Dumping water onto the fire, you retreated into the dark towards your accommodations.  

           You had put the doll to bed, per instructions but you couldn’t help but check on the doll every night like a real child. Maybe it was your curiosity, maybe it was the loneliness you felt, but something always seemed to be in the same room as you. A presence was always watching you, studying you. You felt it with ever creak and groan the old manor would produce. Was it the ghost of Brahms watching over how you tended to his effigy? It did make you feel less lonely in the empty space, but it didn’t make it less creepy. But it has been like this for a month, you got used to being alone.

           The movement behind you sparked your imagination. You wanted to try something that you were always so chicken shit to try. Getting the ghost of Brahms to show himself. “Brahms? You’re supposed to be in bed. Don’t be a naughty boy tonight, I’m to…hm. Do I tell a doll I’m drunk?” the sounds stopped in the hallway, sobering you up a little. You placed your hand against the wall. Was the ghost of a child really hiding in the walls? “Hey Brahms, if I knock will you knock back?” you were met with silence, but it didn’t stop you from knocking twice. Silence again, sighing you turned away. Two slow knocks came out of the wall, causing you to let out a shaky breath. “Ok Brahmsies, how about we play a game. If you win, you’re not in trouble. If I win no good night kisses for a week!” Mrs. Heelshire told you he used to love playing games, so maybe this will entice the child ghost? Two knocks came out of the wall in what seemed like a response.

           “Ok let’s play red light green light. Red means you have to stop. Green means go! If I say red light and I see you, you lose! But if you touch me without me seeing you win! Knock twice if you understand.” After a minute, two loud knocks came from the wall, you walked into the middle of hallway, covering your eyes tightly. “Ok….green light!” the walls started to creak all around you. This would normally terrify you but in your state, you really could care less. The sounds were coming from above you now, “Red light!” It stopped, biting your lip you covered her eyes again, “Green light!” The sounds made their way towards Brahms room, with your eyes covered, Anna walked into the room. “Red light!” when you removed your hands from your eyes yet again, you notice the closet door had pushed open slightly. That’s when you realized what might happen. If you keep playing you might see….something… where you really ready the see the ghost of a dead child?! Inhaling sharply, you covered your eyes again, “You know what Brahms, you win. I’m to tired to play, I’m going to bed. Your not in trouble” You start to back up from the room but soft voice chimed out, “Y/N Not fair, I want to play.” You froze, that was a child. A child’s voice. Shivering you called out “Green light.” You could hear the closet door creek open, heavy footsteps, walking slowly towards you. Those are not child’s footsteps, “R-Red light!” The footsteps stopped but you wouldn’t uncover your eyes. You tried to walk out of the room again, “Y/N. You’re cheating!” Heavy footsteps walked towards you; Brahms sounded irritated.

           “Enough Brahms, please stop, go to bed.” Tripping over yourself,  you stumbe into hallway, you still kept your eyes shut tight. The footsteps picked up speed, two feet started to sound like someone was crawling on all fours. That defiantly was not the sound of a child crawling after you! You bumped into the wall pulling your knees to your face, shaking. Brahms was in front of you, you knew it, his was breathing so heavily. Much lower and heavier than any child should sound like. Something touched your bare foot, causing you to yelp, a child’s voice rang out, “I won Y/N, look at me Y/N.”

           Something moved up your ankle to your knee, was that a hand? That was not a child’s hand, that was a man’s hand. Oh god this isn’t happening. “Y/N….” The voice whined as his hand grabbed your calf, pulling your leg down. Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened her eyes, a porcelain mask was inches away from your face. It was Brahms face it looked exactly like the dolls face. This was not a child, this was a grown man, a giant, muscular, hairy man. He reeked of sweat, dust and what you assumed was his natural musk. You were speechless, terrified but also intrigued. Has he been watching you this whole time?!

Being lost in your thoughts seemed to be an invite for Brahms to run a shaky hand through your hair. “Pretty y/n, I won.” He leaned into your neck, the cool porcelain stinging your warm skin, a hand holding the other side. You let out a gasp as you felt his hot panting breath coming from behind mask, “I’m a good boy.” You gently tried to push him away, “B-Brahms please, you’re too close.” But this seemed to excite Brahms, causing him to push his chest against yours, his massive hands holding wrists against the wall, holding you in place.” B-Brahms please stop!” He came out from the crook of your neck and getting close to your face again, his eyes locked with yours. This time when he spoke it was deep, a man’s deep growly voice “You asked for me, so I came. I’m here now like a good boy.”

He was right. You asked him to come out of the walls to play with you. And now in front was you was a sweaty grown Brahms. “Please don’t cry.” This caught you off guard, was he watching you earlier? Was your assumption correct, that Brahms has been watching you for the past month? “They are not worthy of you y/n. I don’t want to see you cry anymore.” Another porcelain kiss was this time on your cheek, he seemed sincere with his words. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the blow to you ego for being deceived, but you felt comfortable with his advances. “Brahms, I…I won’t cry anymore tonight, ok? You’re right. He’s not worth it.”

Brahms let out a soft giggle as he kissed your cheek again. “Hey Brahms, can you…take off the mask?” His head jerk back a little, his breathing seemed nervous. “I want to see your face, please. Can you do that for me?” Brahms released your wrists, his fingertips sliding under the mask hesitantly. With a quick motion, he pulled off the porcelain mask, his breath quivering. You push the thick wavy locks out of his face, revealing the burn scare on his face. Brahms leaned his face into your touch, letting out a breathy groan. He was beautiful, handsome, breath taking. Pushing yourself off the wall, you couldn’t help but lean into his lips for a kiss.

His lips were dry at first but him kissing back quickly moistened them up. He pushed into your kisses eagerly, but inexperienced. No surprise if he had been living in this house all his life. You start to lead him with the kisses, allowing his tongue into your mouth. He brought you close, pressing your chest against his. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he lifted you up with ease. You two kiss with passion as he walks into the bedroom, gripping onto you as if scared he might lose you. This night was about you two now. No more ex’s, no more hiding, no more pain, just a night of two lost souls to become one.

[leatherednlace]

Hot Pink

Any Fandom Kink/Any Fandom Goes Bingo Squares Filled - Lingerie/Sugar Daddy AU

Pairings - Sugar Daddy!Zemo x Male reader

Word Count - 1.4k

Summary - You please to impress, so when your sugar daddy buys you some pretty lace panties, you put on a show

Tags - NSFW+18, MxM, Smut, Dom!Zemo, Sugar daddy!AU, Dom!Zemo, Lingerie, Panties, Kissing, Rough anal, Raw, Slight Praise, Zemo being rough, repeated use of “Pretty boy”, Aftercare

A/N - Finally my first Zemo fic, Please enjoy!

Taglist - @myybebe @superfanficnatural @wonder-cole @flamencodiva @reborn-rekall @syven-siren

Ratings - 18+

Created for: @anyfandomkinkbingo @anyfandomgoesbingo

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“Liebe?” Zemo questions, trudging through your shared home, placing the box he had in his hands.You immediately whisked yourself around the corner, a playful smirk on your face.

“Yes daddy…” you trail off, awaiting a response as you look up into his darkened eyes, lust filled, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you right now. You looked tired, hair stuck up in many directions, a weak smile…Zemo found it a rather attractive sight.

Looking down at you he smiles, lips turning up as he picked the small box up.Your curiosity peaked as he places it in your open arms, watching your features turn in confusion.

“What is it?”, you shook the box, hearing nothing but the slight rustling of the paper within. Zemo adored the way you seemed to be so occupied by a plain old box, he couldn’t wait until you opened.

“You always spoil me Zemo…” he chuckles, a gloved hand cupping your cheek as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. “I spoil you because I can…because you deserve all the pretty things in the world”.

You blush at the comment, he always referred to the beautiful things he bought you to your appearance, no one can match your beauty…nobody. Taking away his hand you whine at the loss of contact.

“Go ahead pretty boy, open the box” he whispers cockily, much like his aura you enjoyed his attitude, it was something that you found attractive about him. Your fingers eagerly pull the lid open, revealing nothing more then Hot Pink laced panties.

You couldn’t help the blushing, once again your cheeks now heated. You shy away, smiling to yourself as your fingers trail over the soft material. Zemo watched, anticipating your reaction. Nothing prepared him for the tight hug you supplied.

Your free arm wraps around him, face snuggling into the crook of his neck. “These are perfect…daddy” you whisper, hearing him growl had you smirking against his neck, his hands wrapping around your back, holding you close for a few seconds.

“Go and change into them, put a show on for Daddy” he whispers. You squeak, pulling away and running into your room. Zemo smirked at the reaction as he himself starts to undress, his combat boots and trousers discarded in the corner of the room, yanking his black turtle neck off reveals his hairy chest, he kept it untidy just for you, knowing how much you loved running your hands through it.

His naked form stands, looking at the jacket he wears daily on the floor brings back many memories of your pretty pleads for him to keep it on during your alone time together…he does just that. Placing his jacket back on, the material wrapping around his body like a blanket.

He sits on the couch, his whole body on show, hands resting on the back of the couch, legs spreading, anticipating for you to come out the door.

“Close your eyes!” You shout through the closed doors, Zemo does as told, eyes closing as he laid back into the couch, shaft twitching at your words and the cold air, a mix of emotions.

The sounds of the door unlatching changed the atmosphere almost immediately, Zemo moving slightly, knowing you were standing before him only wearing those panties and those panties alone. You walk ever so slowly over to him, eyes averting to his semi-hard erection stood between his legs.

Smiling, you crawl into his lap, a groan escaping his lips as you place your legs either side of his thigh. Snuggling back into the crook of his neck, his aftershave filling your senses had you breathing deeply.

“Open”

His hazel orbs settle on your cheeky grin, smiling already at your nakedness. Gazing downwards is when he could feel himself twitch once again, this time at the sight of you in those pretty lace panties.

“Oh darling…” he murmurs against the skin of your neck, enjoying the sight before him. You were timid, not all that confident but in front of Zemo it was a different story, always so willing to please.

He kisses you, catching you off guard, hands coming up to press your lips closer, the space between the two of you non-existent, body’s pressed against one another as you grind your already hard member against his thigh.

The kiss lasts longer than usual, his tongue clashing with your own, deepening it as his hands now travel down your arms to your hips, forcing you to rock back and forth. A whimper sounds out into the big room which had Zemo stop his activities.

Darkly, he watches you, eyes scanning your body always glancing back to the lingerie. “You look so handsome in them Liebe” he growls, nipping at your jaw. That was enough to push up from his lap, moving to the otherside of the couch as you lay flat on your stomach, arching your body, ass up face down.

Zemo’s features were alluring, licking at his lips he moves into position, knowing all you wanted was for him to fuck you good, it’s what sugar daddies do right?

“Always so willing to please me pretty boy” he growls impotently, losing every will in his body to hold back, large calloused hands carefully pulling aside the pink panties, showing off your hole.

Nothing could prepare you for his assault, flicking his coat back he rested his hairy chest against the flat of your back, it tickled you slightly with every movement, his head resting on your shoulders. Spreading your cheeks he thrusted up into your tight heat.

You let out a satisfied mewl at the instant pain, the sheer thickness of his cock stretching you wide, the stinging pain growing as each inch is accommodated into you, but the pleasure as the tip prodded your Prostate already had your thighs trembling.

You grasp at the couch cover, knuckleheads turning white as Zemo sheaths himself fully inside, balls pressed up against your round cheeks. You arch your back as you feel him pull out slowly. He brings a hand to pull your legs further apart pushing back into you with a snap of his hips.

“How’s it feel?” Zemo half moans, half growls, already losing himself in your hole. Your lack of speech has Zemo once again smirking, his hips meeting yours once again as he stretches you out well, filling you entirely.

His hands move down to wrap around your hips, a grip sure to leave bruises, even handmarks. He’s fucking you with eagerness, a string of curses escaping his lips as he fucks up into you now setting a brutal pace.

One of his sweaty palms grip onto your panties, tugging on the material as it scraps against your sensitive cock head, pre-cum soaking the lace at the front.

A whine tells Zemo he’s doing a good job, his thrusts now hitting that sweet spot inside of you, the tip of his cock delicious brushing past it with each thrust. The sounds of skin on skin echoing off the walls and in your ears had your head spinning.

“D-Daddy” you groan, eyes screwed shut tightly as you cum, this spurs him on, his thrusts impossibly quicker as he aims to send you into overdrive whilst chasing his own orgasm.

“Always a good boy for daddy” the material of his jacket brushes past your hips, your body twitching as you bask in the bliss of your orgasm. Continuous moans left his lips as he too was close, you could tell by his thrusts and how sloppy he’s gotten.

He thrusts harder than before and you watch his face contort as he removes the hand from your lingerie, it now settled over your soaking bulge, it’s too much for you and with a whimper and a cry of his name you’re climaxing in his hand, you tighten which was enough to send him over the edge, reaching his peak quickly after you, spilling his seed into your hole.

His body collapses into your own, his sweaty chest clinging to your back as he silently moans into your ears, load after load covering your insides.

He kisses along your neck, over the mark he left a while back, you flinch at the contact but remain lazily flopped against the couch cover, your semen soaked panties sticking to your soft shaft.

You feel him pull out, chest lifting from your back, cum dribbling from your fucked out puffy hole, Zemo watched with a smirk, fingers coming slowy up to push his cum back in, toying with your entrance.

“You did me proud Liebe” he passionately whispers into the air making you smile shyly…he really knew how to treat a man.