#this is literally plotless smut

[fan-therapy]

Tickle You Internally- ft. Phantom, Cirrus, and Rain

A/n: ah yes, the long awaited smut that i started writing this morning because i was bored. anyways. this is one of my favorite pieces i've made, it's not perfect (especially the ending), but overall, i like it. i've also never written a threesome before, so yeah. had fun with this.

warnings- ADULT CONTENT, smut, smut smut smut, three way, semi-public (it's not explicitly mentioned where they are but they're somewhere in the ministry), deepthroat, top! rain, top! cirrus, bottom! phantom, yes ik that i complain when other writers make rain a top but i am a hypocrite, riding, porn with no plot whatsoever, nothing else that i can think of (lmk if there are others i should add!!!!)

"That's it.... good boy... you're a good boy, Phanty."

Phantom felt like he was about to fucking pass out.

He didn't know how much more he could take- god, the feeling of Cirrus's hands grasping at his waist, moving his hips faster against her thigh was almost intoxicating. His jeans felt so tight, so restraining against his movements.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back and his movements slowed- but didn't stop- to a rough, jerky grind. He looked up- Rain. With glassy eyes, he stared up at the older ghoul. He almost, almost felt embarrassed but he couldn't find the heart in him to care.

"You heard?"

Rain nodded. "New bug can't find it in himself to stay quiet." Phantom's hand reached out, grasping at Rain's palm until he finally interlocked shaky fingers with him. "Go on, good boy. Make yourself feel better."

He let out a guttural groan, pupils blown in lust. The feeling of Rain's cold hands on his skin and Cirrus's thigh beneath him was too much, too painful, yet not enough at the same time. He started to move his hips again, muttering little 'thankyouthankyouthankyou-'s under his breath.

Just as he felt his was going to hit the edge, Rain dropped his hand and reached to hold his hips still. "Not yet." He whispered in his ear. Cirrus pressed a soft kiss to his throat.

"Not... not..." He mumbled, feeling so disoriented. "But- But I was right there, I was so c-close, please..!"

"Shhh..." Cirrus hummed. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you." He felt himself be hoisted up off of Cirrus's lap, instead laid down on the floor on his back. The two ghouls loomed down over him. A hand brushed the hair out of his face.

He whimpered as Cirrus climbed onto his lap, palming his cock as she unzipped her jeans and tossed them to the floor. "Rainy and I are gonna make you feel good." She mumbled, giving him a few good strokes before lining him up with her hole and slowly sinking down on top of him. Rain undid his own pants. "Just relax."

Cirrus slowly started to move, bouncing just slightly to test the waters, see what made him tick. It was overwhelming. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a whimpery cry. Rain tilted his head back, pressing his cock to his lips as Phantom opened his mouth. For a moment, he was still, just letting Phantom suck on his tip before bracing a hand against the floor and moving his hips forward.

"Breathe through your nose." He said as Phantom gagged. Rain was further down his throat than his thought was possible, slowly sliding in and out. "You're too tense, relax. Like that, that's good."

Cirrus was moving a lot rougher now, hands and feet placed against the floor to give her a little bit of momentum. "Good boy, just relax and take it for us. Take it for Rain, okay?"

He tried to hard to respond, but really the only response he could get was a moan and his cock twitching inside of her. Rain had sped up by a lot, thrusting in and out of his throat. His hand gently slid over the smaller ghoul's throat, feeling the way his cock moved inside of him.

"Oooo, I think he's close." Cirrus said, grinning at Rain. He nodded, listening to the way Phantom moaned around him. Every noise sent vibrations up his body.

Phantom let out an especially loud moan, shaking underneath the two ghouls. "That's it Phantom, cum for us." Before he could even think about responding, he felt like his soul was literally leaving his body, unable to hold back any longer as he came, hard. Tears were starting to roll down his face. He was so overwhelmed, but it felt so goddamn good. By this point, he was certain that the entire ministry could hear him.

Cirrus sped up her movements, hand coming down to rub at her clit as she chased her own orgasm. After a few moments, she sighed, tensing up as she finished before pulling off of him and reaching for her sweater and pants.

Rain was still down his throat, hips starting to stutter as he let out little groans.

"Just a moment more, just give me a little more and I'll be done, I swear..." He mumbled, grabbing his face to keep his head in place as he thrusted. His movements were getting more erratic, more rough and desperate.

It didn't take long before he let out a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum spilling down Phantom's throat. "Swallow it." He demanded, pulling out. Panting, Phantom immediately obeyed. Rain stood up, stretching his back. The newer ghoul was busy laying on the floor, trying to catch his breath. By now, Cirrus was completely dressed and standing over him.

"Think he's okay?" Rain asked, gesturing to him.

"Sure." Cirrus picked up the sweatpants and t-shirt that Phantom had been wearing, then dropped it on top of him. "He will be. Now come on, get dressed. Dinner's almost ready."

Phantom rolled over, hair disheveled and face flushed. He stood up on shaky knees, bracing himself against the wall to stay steady. He followed the other two ghouls out of the room.

When they reached the dining room, Swiss looked up at him.

"You alright, Phantom?"

"You look rough." Mountain added.

"It's... fine." He mumbled.

"He fell asleep." Rain said, taking his seat. Cirrus pulled him to sit down. "Yeah, we had to wake him up."

[filet-o-feelings]

I keep saying I don't write smut, and then I write some more smut 😐

[dykenav]

I am appalled. I’m still reading crescent city for some fucking reason and out of curiosity I tried to browse some fanfiction for like the 2 confirmed gay characters so far and there is seriously like next to NONE. I’ve never been so disappointed in a fandom in my entire life. This is how I know this series has exclusively straight readers

[malereadermaniac]

Fire Crotch ~ Taiga Akatora x Male Reader

Plotless smut - Fuck bullies! YEAH LETS FUCK BULLIES! Top!Taiga x Bottom!Reader word count: 1.4k (of just smut) Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Pants and moans harmonised with groans and whimpers of pleasure

Your clothes and underwear were ditched in the corner of your room - along with your boyfriend's shorts and jockstrap

With your sweaty back on the bed and your legs on your boyfriend's broad, clothed shoulders, your arms aimlessly move and grab at the pillows

Taiga's positioned above you, his bare knees holding him in place above you as he spams his hips against your ass, slapping noises joining the sounds of your shared moans

The redhead biting his bottom lip sexily as his dick fucks deep into you, your walls tighten around Taiga's cock - making the tan man whimper slightly

Every so often, Taiga would slow his pace down and move his mouth to your exposed neck, marking you as his boy as he slowly pushes his veiny dick in and out of you

With his t-shirt almost drenched in sweat, Taiga's hair matches as his red hairs stick to his forehead, the muscular man moans your name along with millions of compliments as he fucks into you

Even in moments as heated as this, your boyfriend manages to sweep you off of your feet, ensuring to let you know how much he fucking loves you

Your dick twitches from Taiga's thick dickhead drilling against your prostate - the man hissing above you as he bites his lip, the pleasure of your warm, tight walls getting to him

"Ha... Hey, babe... Mind switching positions real quick?" Taiga stutters out, literally about to cum from even 3 more thrusts of his muscular hips

"Haha... sure, handsome~" you say, giggling at your boyfriend's courtesy, bringing your hand up to his face and giving it a squish

The two of you kiss softly for a moment as Taiga ever so slowly pulls his thick cock from your desperate hole

You let the red-head manhandle you into the position he wanted you in - a simple Doggy to finish with some might

With your back arched, your sensitive nipples on your soiled duvet, and your ass up in the air, Taiga fixes his manly hands on your hips

With one smooth thrust of his manly hips, your boyfriend fucks his dick all the way inside of you

Taiga starts hitting it from the back, literally spanking your ass as the waves of immense pleasure take Taiga over - letting out hos meaner, very horny side

A fast pace is set, Taiga fucking you fast and hard, pulling your hips to crash against his as he moans sexily

If only you could see your sex symbol of a boyfriend in that moment...

Taiga's hair was stuck to his forehead, his muscles were all flexing as he pounded into you - a horny, smug grin on his face

His pearly, sharp whites showing as the man had his tongue out, holding it to his top row of teeth in the most confident and sexy way imaginable

As Taiga pounds his hips against your ass, his loose balls dangle beneath his cock, saggy and boiling, storing cum ready to be shot inside of you

His red, thin pubes push softly against your ass, slightly tickling you every millisecond as Taiga grinding his hips into you at light speed

As the two of you got closer and closer to your respective orgasms, both your moans and Taiga's became louder in volume

Your dick was dangling beneath your hips, twitching desperately to shoot out your spunk

With even more might than before, Taiga moves his hands up to your waist, gripping you even tighter as he fucks into you with a new vigour

Your voice starts to break as your moans become wilder, your hands gripping for dear life onto your pillows

Your body starts to twitch erratically as you cum, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your vision fades in and out - your mind devoid of thoughts, only the intense yet very delightful feelings of your orgasm filling your brain up

The vice-like grip of your tight asshole is what then pushed Taiga over the edge - his hips locking within your ass like a perfectly fitting puzzle

The harmony of your moans and your boyfriend's hisses, groans, and sexy moans fall so beautifully on both your ears and his

The scene looks, smells, sounds and feels like a porno - the bed underneath you soiled with your sweat and a lot of your off-white cum

You can feel Taiga's cock pump your hole full of his hot jizz in great detail, your gummy walls so tight that your can feel each vein on your boyfriend's cock

"Ha.... heh heh.... Fuck, babe... you're too damn good" Taiga chuckles, giving your plump cheek another slap as he pulls out of you

"Haaa.... ditto to you~" you mumble, still obviously high off of the vibes and your earth-shattering orgasm

The redhead laughs at your state and gently lowers you to the bed, making sure to avoid the wet patch of your cum

Taiga kisses the nape of your neck and smells your hair, the scent of your sweat amplifying your scent - driving the man crazy

"Y'know I fuckin' love you right, (y/n)?" Taiga whispers, his breath very hot and his voice evidently raspy

"Hmhm~ Yeah, I can't get enough of it~" you chuckle, playfully running your finger up and down your boyfriend's pecs as you flutter your eyes between his muscular chest and his deep red eyes

"I love you more, though... fire-cracker~" you convey the romantic message, unable to stay completely serious and teasing your taller boyfriend in turn

The two of you mindlessly chat, whispering sweet nothings as you kiss and giggle

Taiga runs his fingers through your hair, his eyes wandering tour face with such love and admiration

"Y'know, I really regret... being such a dick to you guys back at camp..." Taiga mumbles, his face darkening slightly as his giddy smile drops, his hand still playing with your hair

"I know, babe. I wouldn't be in bed with you right now if I wasn't certain you weren't a raging cunt anymore" you chuckle, making the redhead laugh along with you - running your finger gently across the man's scar

As the uncomfortable feeling of drying cum and sticky sweat settles in (Taiga still in his sweat drenched top) you sit up with aim to wash up

But sitting on one side of the bed, your boyfriend laying half naked on your bed still daydreaming of you, a thought occurred

You turn your head to Taiga - "Ready to go again, fire-crotch?~"

A smug smile on your face, calling your boyfriend the one name you know gets on his nerves (but secretly turns him on like hell)

And once those words leave your mouth, the muscular man is already sitting up on his knees and removing his sweaty t-shirt with one, tan hand

Within seconds, Taiga had sat up against the bedframe, pulling you onto his lap - his hands comfortable on your hips as the redhead looks up lovingly into your eyes

The two of you make out for a few minutes, desperate for each other once more as your dicks harden back up very quickly

With your hands resting on your boyfriend's chest, you continue to kiss Taiga passionately - his warm tongue toying with yours in a sort of dance

Eventually, Taiga makes his way down your neck and to your perky nipples, his mouth fully covering your buds as he bites and licks and sucks in them

You whimper from the feelings, one arm moving around Taiga's neck, your head falling onto his strong shoulder

Quietly moaning against his neck as the redhead teases your nipples, you decide to try and fight back - gently nibbling at Taiga's neck

Both of you start moaning gently against the others skin, your mouth creating soft pink and purple marks of your boyfriend's tan skin

As Taiga moves his face away from your body to relish his work, he chuckles at the perfectly circular bite marks around your nipples

You also take a look at your work, the possessive marks on your boyfriend's neck turning you on even more

It was a late night for the both of you, but man did you two sleep so damn good after fucking like literal bunnies

[behoright]

ultraviolet disguise l s. crosby

don’t be so naive / you know that you are all I see

summary: Sid makes you apologize after you give him attitude all night.

wordcount: i literally don’t know how to word count on my iPad please someone tell me I swear it’s not too long maybe 4k

song: tonight you are mine - the technicolors

warnings: minors dni! Contains a whole lot of cursing and smut. Quite degrading and rough as well, so please read at your own discretion.

a/n: plotless, plotless smut. poor proofreading lol. When I say I would let this man do anything to me, I mean it. Feel free to fill my inbox with your thots. Love you always.

(＞。☆) ✒️ ˚‧ ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ ⺌

“Where is she?”

“Can someone go find her?”

Your group of friends was currently shivering on the sidewalk, in the Nova Scotia winter, as they drunkenly waited for their rides to take them home. All necessary interactions exchanged, and many waiting to happen behind closed doors, only a couple of people were sober enough to round up everyone and finally call it a night.

Sidney being one of them, noticed instantly they had left you behind.

In all honesty, he was cranky and tired, the frustration having built up from babysitting a bunch of wasted people.

“Isn’t she a grown ass woman or whatever. She can figure it out on her own.” someone slurred.

“Alright, I’m not missing our Uber because of this.” Sidney said, making his way back inside the bar with a huff. No one was coherent enough to go back in there anyways.

The place was packed, people happily mingling at every corner; thankfully, Sid had a great height advantage to almost everyone, so was able to spot you effortlessly through the chattering crowd.

As he walked over to you, thoughts and memories of the messiness that constituted your friendship plagued him, his heart quickening pace inside him.

“Are you done or what?” he spoke loudly above the music and chaos.

“Almost.” you said as you barely turned around to acknowledge him.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go.” He replied impatiently.

“I’m waiting for this guy to gi-”

“I really don’t care. We’re leaving.” he said, strictly, inching his body towards you and the exit.

Sidney used his physical edge to push you through the crowd, hurrying you with his haste steps right behind you.

“I don’t need you to do this, you know? I’m an adult.” you hissed as you kept walking.

“Well, then maybe start acting like one.”

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” you exclaimed, turning around and bumping into his chest. Despite your size difference, Sidney felt like he ran into a brick wall.

He sighed, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you into the nearby bathroom.

“What is your problem?” he said, raising his voice while locking the door behind him.

No one was going to use the bathroom until he figured out where your attitude was coming from.

“I haven’t done anything to you, Sidney.” you muttered.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been acting like a bitch the whole night.”

“Woah. What would the press say about hometown superstar Sidney Crosby using this kinda language?” you snickered, crossing your arms.

“Why are you being so… mean?” Sidney’s eyes narrowed at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, fucking, pushing me away all night, like I don’t even exist.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t kiss your ass like everyone around here does.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“That’s NOT what it is and you know it.” he yapped.

“I thought you said I needed to stay away from you. I’m too young or whatever.”

Sidney hadn’t rejected you per se, but at that moment, you both recalled the conversation from a while ago.

The conversation that was supposed to put all flirting to a half.

From both of you.

Supposed to.

“It’s not only that, Y/N. You’re Mike’s niece, it’s not right.” he replied, running his hands through his dark hair.

“Fine! Then why are you so mad when I ignore you?” you prompted, throwing your hands up.

“Not only did you mostly ignore me, you, were fucking rude the rest of the time, and I mean, you’re obviously so fucking desperate too.” Sidney almost word vomited, clearly ignoring most of what you said.

“How, Sidney? Literally, how?”

“I mean, look at what you’re wearing!”

“I meant how was I rude.” you said, making him blush at the miscommunication, too embarrassed to even respond. “Why are you worried about my dress so much?” you teased.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking annoying.”

You knew what this was.

Like a child, throwing a tantrum to get their mother’s attention, basically.

It was obvious to you that bowing down to his ridiculous comments wasn’t an option.

Not yet.

“You like it?” you said, running your hands down the cheap fabric that sat tightly against your body.

“No, I did not say that. I don’t like it.” he muttered, slightly looking away from you.

There was something quite entertaining about rendering a huge, masculine man down to this blubbering of a mess.

“Why not? Is it too slutty for you?” you laughed.

Sidney’s eyes were burning into you, now quite differently than before, as he turned his attention back to you fully.

Nevertheless, he remained silent.

“You holding back, Sid? Why? You don’t want to call me a slut to my face?”

“I would never do that.” he hit back, his low voice echoing in the tiled bathroom.

Looking out of the small window for a second, you sighed. It was too late, and everyone was waiting anyways.

Perhaps tonight you’d throw in the towel. He obviously already had.

“Whatever. We need to go anyways.” you said, walking towards the door.

“No, we’re not leaving until I get an apology from you.” he hit back, positioning himself between you and the exit.

Or… maybe he hadn’t, you thought, seeing that spark still in his voice.

“Good fucking luck with that.” you laughed.

“Just say you’re sorry.”

“I should be asking for the same thing, I mean, you’ve been pretty rude.”

“Because you were rude first!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.

“Do you hear yourself? I thought you were the “real” adult here.” you snickered.

He took a step closer just to have you take a step back.

There was no conceding tonight, actually.

He wasn’t getting any apology out of you anytime soon, and the more you stood your ground, the heavier his chest began to heave.

Unbeknownst to him, you knew Sidney perhaps too well.

He was simply too easy to read, always hiding under the hockey personality facade.

It might have fooled anyone else, especially, any other girl, but not you.

Throughout the months you had spent together, it had been incredibly simple to get to know him.

It was only after he distanced himself away from you that you decided to press his buttons.

He fell for it each time, his impulsiveness and real, undercover feelings exposing him and failing your tests constantly.

“You’re really, really pushing it tonight, Y/N.” he muttered.

“Fuck if I care.” you said, raising your shoulders.

Poor Sid, you thought, such masochistic tendencies he had.

If he could only burst his media trained bubble for a second, you could’ve had fun with that together.

“Fucking say sorry.” he repeated, once again.

He was slowly beginning to unravel, his feelings showing clearly through the tense muscles of his body language.

“Or what, Sidney?”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat.” he said, raising his voice, louder than ever before.

“Oh, there he is. Finally, you’re saying what you really think.” you smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re so fucking spoiled, it’s driving me insane.” he said, keeping the slow walk going towards you.

“Keep going, Sid, you’re just making this more enjoyable for me.”

“Yeah, of course this kinda of shit turns you on.”

“You’re one to talk.” you say, flicking your eyes down at the noticeable bulge in Sidney’s pants.

“We’re at a club, Y/N. Not everything is about you.” he said, rolling his eyes and yet attempting to close the space between you two.

“Then why are you here with me?”

“Because you won’t listen to me!” he exclaimed, his legs still moving towards you. “Is this what i have to do to get you to listen?”

“…Yes.” you whispered, and Sidney felt like he finally was starting to break you down.

“Drop the act, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on.” he sighed.

By now, Sidney had covered all the space in the bathroom, and found himself face to face with you against the wall, your fiery eyes looking up at him.

You had walked around in circles enough with him, literally and figuratively.

“If I could spit in your face I fucking would.” you said roughly, your eyes stuck inside his chocolate eyes.

“Do it, then.” he said, his face tilted down towards yours.

“Enough, Sidney.”

The smirk that you had so proudly sported all this time was long gone, Sid building up enough courage to now talk back to you.

“I thought you wanted to? Do it, then. Spit in my face.” he encouraged, smugly.

“You fucking wish.” you said, pushing against him with your chest.

“Woah, woah, calm down, now.” he chuckled, his fingers wrapping around your arms to keep you against the cold tiles of the bathroom.

You couldn’t hide the way his touch made you feel - you had dreamed to be in his hands for a while, and feeling him now just made you wetter.

Unfortunately for you, he noticed right away, his expression morphing into puzzlement as he took you in.

“Look at you. You like this, don’t you?” he asked, incredulous.

“Never in a million years.”

“Then what is this?”

Sidney’s eyes flickered down to your breasts, the hard nipples poking through your dress instantly giving you away.

“It’s cold, Sid.”

“I don’t know, your skin feels pretty warm under my hands.” he raised him eyebrows, moving his hands slightly up and down.

Plan foiled.

“Is this what this is all about?” he questioned, but you kept your lips zipped in frustration.

Sidney took an impossible step forward, your chests coming in contact.

“If I touch you down here, Y/N, what will I find?” he asked, trailing his fingers down your left arm gently.

“I don’t know, maybe if you ever fucked a girl before you’d know.”

“That’s a good one, baby.” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, seeing you so feisty just… for him.

That was all you wanted, apparently.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours, looking for approval as he lingered his fingers in front of your sex. As he got what he needed, he wasted no time in moving your underwear to the side.

“That’s what it is. You’re just dying to get fucked right.”

Sidney whispered a heavenly oh my god as his calloused, thick fingers rubbed your folds.

“Did raising my voice make you feel all hot inside?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’re fucking soaking my fingers, Y/N. Quit lying.”

He knew he could stretch you out immensely just by using a couple of his digits; but he decided not to, taking his touch just to your entrance and circling your clit, with no added pressure, making your head painfully fall back.

“I’m barely touching you and you’re already moaning. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he coaxed.

No witty come back spewed out of your mouth, the slight relief and building anticipation of indulgence growing deeper within you.

“You really want to be put in your place, huh? That’s all you want?”

His touch had you at a loss for words; you could barely nod in between needy whines.

“Stroke my cock, c’mon.” he said, his voice husky as ever, as he placed your hand on top of the swollen erection that was poking through his dress pants.

It was becoming hard to focus, hard to touch him right, Sidney refusing to dip his fingers at any point inside you, instead just painfully teasing you.

“Oh, you just think I’m going to fuck you like that?” he asked, dropping his hands away from you.

“Fuck no. Work for it.” he said aggressively. “Get on your knees.”

Your knees found the floor promptly, betraying your will but getting a satisfied smirk out of him.

“Look how obedient you’re being now, huh?” Sidney said, his fingers fastly undoing his pants in front of you. “Open up, baby. Let me see your tongue.”

Sidney slapped his cock on your tongue a couple of times before thrusting inside your mouth, not giving you a chance at any action but to wrap your lips around his girthy cock instantaneously, moaning in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck.” he moaned, letting his head lull forward with his bottom lip secured under his teeth. “This is what I have to do, isn’t it? I have to treat you like this, for you to-, to-, fuck, oh my god.”

You pulled Sidney’s length into your throat, your muscles tightening in a gag around his thick head, mostly in order to break him further and to stop his gloating.

“God, where did you learn how to do that, fuck.” he groaned deeply, lacing his fingers in your hair, instinctively massaging your scalp sweetly.

“You’re so much nicer when you’re choking on my dick like this.” he continued, his thighs tightening and clenching under your hands as you bobbed your head on him, thick saliva building at the back of your throat as you somehow devoured him more and more.

If he was holding back any moaning, it was hard to tell, his abs visibly clenching whenever you took him deeper and he, consequently, moaned louder.

“This is a good, good way to say sorry, baby.” he growled, his head thrown back, but stopping your motions right away.

“I’m not saying sorry, Sidney.” you said, pulling away from his cock so quickly that you were left with a trail of spit connecting you back to his glistening head.

He felt his chest fill with anger and lust, desire.

All he wanted to do was take you home and fuck you until you couldn’t talk back to him any longer. He instinctively wrapped his fist tightly around your hair, pulling you up by your locks.

“Look how messy you are.” he muttered as you came to your feet, his big eyes trailing over your shimmering chin, dripping in spit and precum. “Come here.”

Sidney shoved his tongue inside you, placing his other hand around your throat gently. He loved to keep your head steady as he overwhelmed your mouth, running his tongue over yours with no rhythm or caution, simply taking whatever he wanted.

“I guess I just have to fuck this attitude out of you.” he said against your lips as he pulled away breathless. “Face the fucking wall.”

As he turned you around, you did your best to hide the huge smirk on your face. He was finally going to give you what you both so desperately wanted; despite what he said, Sidney’s actions had always proved different than his words.

He hated that he had such a hard time resisting you, that he spent his night thinking about you with his cock throbbing in his hand, but he couldn’t wait anymore.

The rubber band had finally snapped.

Sidney squeezed your ass, your silky flesh crinkling in exquisite pain through your thin dress. He kept marking you with his fingertips as his other hand roughly pulled down your minuscule underwear, letting it trickle down your legs as he directed your ass towards him.

He tried to keep his composure as he pulled your dress up, the traces of his fingernails on your skin illuminated by the small ray of the street lamp that came through the high bathroom window.

It was hitting you perfectly, actually, so much so that he could see the glob of your wetness leaking out of your entrance, your pussy angled perfectly towards him.

“I would tell you how pretty you look like this but you don’t deserve it.” he spit out, beginning to stroke his member up and down your slit.

“You’re so fucking needy for me. I can’t believe how wet you are, God.”

Without warning, Sidney filled you up completely, ripping a gasp out of you as he gave you no time to adjust. His size made it hard to breathe or even keep your legs from wobbling already.

“Yeah, you’re not used to taking big cocks like this, aren’t you.” he questioned, readjusting the grip in your hair once again. “Well, you’re going to tonight.”

He began to fuck you, almost savagely, every mouthwatering plunge hitting your cervix and stretching you to your max. Sidney grunted deeply every time he moved. He knew that as much as he tried to keep it together, you could see the cracks within him, giving into you. But he knew he couldn’t back down without teaching you a lesson.

“Say sorry.” he groaned in your ear, but all he got in response were sweet moans.

Frustrated, Sidney picked up the pace, slamming himself harder against you and inside you. Your body rebounded against the wall harder every time, an aching starting to cover every inch of your skin, seeping within you and mixing with the unrelenting desire that he was sending through your being.

Whenever he wanted, Sid would move his right hand, squeezing and grabbing any bit of you that pleased him.

He was big enough to have access to your every part.

The back of your thigh, or the side of your tummy were covered in his fingertips, flecks of his rough handling beginning to dot all over you.

Your nipples oversensitized, having been rubbed against the freezing tiles through the fabric of your dress were the only sensation cooling you down as he kept increasing his rhythm, his heart pounding heavily against your back.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, tilting your head so he could see you. “Look at those pretty eyes rolling back. Fuck.”

The sounds that filled up the room were filthy, he thought.

Sidney felt primal, taking you in the bathroom of a sleazy bar, not because he had let himself go, but because it pleased him to put you in your place.

The buckle of his bell dinging against his pants as he sped up.

His heavy breathing fusing with your candied moans, reverberating against the empty stalls.

The squelching of your bodies united, drops of want and longing and frustration running down both of your legs, splattering against the ground or soaking his pubic hair - it was so dirty and out of character for him.

Only you drove him to this.

Knowing that he was the only one that could hear this, all of it being covered by the muffled sounds of the raging bar outside, made him grip your hair a little tighter each time he focused on it.

This was the closest he had ever been to your face. Underneath the light sheen of makeup, he could see your skin turning a deeper shade of red; those big and thick lashes he loved so much batting irregularly. He noticed you wanted to regulate your response to him, attempting stupidly to keep your pupils focused on him instead of oscillating to the back of your head once again.

But he could see right through you.

He could see you struggle, with your telling high pitched moans, trembling underneath his touch.

It exasperated him. Delightfully.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you? Yeah?” he asked, almost mockingly.

You nodded, the pull from his hand making the roots of your hair sting more and more, pulling your face in such a pathetic way that kept Sid’s cock covered in wetness.

“Too fucking bad. You don’t get to until you apologize.” he barked, pressing your heating cheek against the wall.

Your defiance was obvious; you decided to keep this little game going a while longer, considering it made him so mad and delirious, pushing his pelvis so forcibly against you that your ass bounced audibly on him.

“Apologize. Be good, c’mon.” he uttered in your ear, doing his best at holding back his groans as he slowed his thrusts down.

Playing was for two people, after all, and he knew the change of pace would be what you despised the most. It was immediately evident, groans of desperation pouring out of you.

Still, you could see stars of pleasure as you squeezed your eyes tightly in anguish.

“Now, Y/N.” he demanded, a hand coming down to spank you harshly.

If it was up to him, he would have kept this going forever.

He had thought about a million ways to punish you throughout the whole night.

You were lucky he only had a public bathroom available at the moment.

He could feel you on the verge of breaking, both in the cracks of your voice, the fact that you were pushing back at him slightly, your body looking for more, and of course, your cunt clamping firmly on his cock through the wetness. He made the decision to keep the thought to himself as an attempt to keep you as tamed as he had you at the moment.

All he needed was to slow down even more.

As adorable as your squeals were, and as much as they made his dick twitch noticeably inside you, he wasn’t going to let up.

“I’m sorry, Sid.”

Eureka.

For once, Sidney had the upper hand. He made you putty in his hands and you equally knew it.

“Good job.” he said, fucking you roughly again.

He went back up to max, tightening his jaw as your pussy sent waves of toe curling pleasure down his cock. He was leaking inside you, precum spilling all over and painting your insides.

“I’m so sorry, Sidney, I’m sorry.” you repeated, his eyes on your face.

“That’s okay, baby. Just once was good, love. You’re so good. So good.” he said placing his lips against your cheek.

The act of tenderness made you quiver.

If you had let up once, you could finally fully let go.

You could feel his pupils dilating in lust as your mouth was stuck open, blaring your sobs and cries as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Ceaseless in his fucking, he seemed to thrust harder as he got closer too.

Sidney refrained from rubbing your clit. He wanted to, yet this was still a punishment.

“Atta girl.” he coaxed. “Keep coming for me, baby. Can you do that?”

You nodded dumbstruck, your eyes crossing deplorably as you kept shaking in bliss.

Sidney was focused on you; he noticed a silver thread of spit leave your bottom lip, your face still roughly pushed against the wall with his force, and he lost it.

“I need to cum, baby, I’m going to cum inside you, fuck.” he hastily groaned.

He growled deeply, thrusting all the way inside you and grinding into his orgasm as his cock let out hot cum within you.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” his growls were deafening, numbing you and traveling throughout the stuffy air.

As you came down, you could feel him spasming yet inside you, his face still furrowed in a heated sweat - he had bottomed out inside ou, his strong pelvis lifting you a couple of inches off the ground, levitating under his gratification.

Soreness began to overtake you as the pleasure let down, all of Sidney’s muscles relaxing into you with a sigh; your heels clicked as he let you back off the wall slightly, pulling his cock out of you as he was still huffing.

The pain hurt so good for you both, breathing against each other as you tried to catch your breath at the same time.

“Look at me.” he said, turning you around so quickly you could have lost your balance, especially after he fucked you like that. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Seeing his usual sweetness come back made your heart swell, a smile growing on your face.

“I’m okay, Sid.” you said, biting your lip shyly.

“Now, what we’re going to do is…” he began after kissing your forehead, bending down to pull your underwear up, “put these on, keep my cum inside you, okay? Like a good girl, yeah, while we go out and grab a ride to my place. Yeah?”

You nodded, aroused that he wanted to keep this going.

“Good job.” Sidney placed his hand on your lower back, walking you to the door. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Cowboy Casanova - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I wrote anything spicy but since Glen had to go and make that comment while reading thirst tweets yesterday, here we are. It's not my best, and it's literally plotless smut, but c'est la vie.

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warnings/content: minors dni below the cut / fingering, praise kink, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it, y'all).

word count: 1.1k

“Come on then, cowboy. Show me what you’ve got,” you challenged, hands resting firmly on your hips as you eyed your tall, blonde-haired boyfriend up, trying to resist the urge to bite your lip as your gaze fell on his sharply toned body, his white long-sleeved henley hugging his muscular physique tightly, accentuating every curve of his arms in a way that was almost hypnotizing.

“Cowboy?” Jake retorted, laughing dryly as he raised the amber coloured glass bottle in his hand to his lips, taking a sip of the cold, frothy liquid inside, shaking his head in mock disbelief at your bold attitude, trying hard to deny any semblance of feeling towards you over it. 

“You heard me. You sure as shit talk like one.” 

“You makin’ fun of my accent, darlin’? I thought most women go wild for a good Southern boy.”

“Most women might. It takes more than an accent to win me over, gorgeous.”

He leaned in towards you, his tall frame towering in as he ducked his head down beside your ear. His voice was a low, seductive whisper as he spoke - he knew what he was doing, you were terrible at bluffing, and honestly, so was he, but that was part of what made this whole exchange so appealing. 

“Oh believe me, I’m up for the challenge,” He purred as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, his fingers brushing against your skin lightly, yet in a way that made your skin feel hot to the touch. 

He pressed his lips to the sensitive patch of skin directly in front of your ear, his warm breath taunting your nerves as you felt it brush over you. The smell of beer mixed with his intoxicating cologne, and you felt your head begin to spin as his lips made their way down the curve of your cheekbone, trailing their way to your neck before resting on the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder met. You felt your back press flat against the wall as Jake put his hands on your waist, gripping your body tightly as he held you in place, his knee resting in between your legs, keeping them spaced just far enough apart for him for his hand to find its way between your thighs, reaching up the short skirt you’d decided to wear that day. You felt Jake’s lips curl up into a smirk against your skin as he ran his fingertips along your slit, a cocksure chuckle escaping his lips as his fingers brushed your clit. 

“So wet for me already, babygirl,” He hummed against your neck before nipping at your sensitive skin with his teeth, continuing to grin against you as he left soft bite marks on your skin.

“Only for you, daddy,” You murmured, knowing that calling Jake that was a surefire way to have him practically ripping your clothes off in seconds. It drove him wild whenever he heard it fall from your lips like a prayer, he could barely contain himself whenever you did, and you loved taking advantage of that fact. 

Jake plunged two of his long, thick digits into your core as soon as the words came out of your mouth, barely giving you time to react to his touch. You threw your head to the side, letting out a loud whine as he pressed his fingers into you, pumping them at a taunting pace as you let out a series of lewd noises. 

“Look at my pretty girl, all dripping wet for me,” Jake teased, his tone low and deep as he grinned at you, unable to stop himself from getting cocky about the effect he had on you.

He pulled his fingers out quickly, leaving you a whimpering mess at the loss of contact as he stuck them into his mouth, his wide tongue licking them clean before he undid his belt with his free hand. As he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, he quickly dropped his jeans to the ground, kicking his boxers off his legs with them. Jake pressed you against the wall once again, his hardened cock pushing into your thigh as he lifted you up to hold your legs around his waist, using the wall as leverage to balance you where he wanted. He used one hand to guide his tip along your soaking core, leaving you a babbling mess at just the touch of him. Without warning, he pushed himself into you, an obscene sounding grunt coming out of his mouth as he felt your body clench around him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Taking Daddy’s cock so good for me, aren’t you? Want Daddy to fill you up, hmm?” 

You attempted to respond, but your words could barely make their way into a coherent sentence as Jake continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming sharp and quick as he found his rhythm, thrusting as deep and hard into you as your bodies would allow. You managed to nod your head quickly in reply, but even getting your mind and body on the same page long enough for a simple head nod was next to impossible at this point. Jake prided himself in never half-assing anything, and that extended into his sex life. Not once in your relationship had he left you unsatisfied, or without craving, wanting, needing more. 

“I’m so close,” You finally managed to sputter out,  the only words that could come to you when Jake had you like this.

“Let it go, honey,” His words were more of a command than a phrase of encouragement as he said them, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice over it at this stage. You felt Jake beginning to lose control as your wet cunt clenched around him tightly, As Jake’s thrusts became sloppier, you felt him reach his climax, filling you with hot spurts of cum as he threw his head back, making his shouts of your name sound obscene as he was overrun with pleasure.

Panting heavily as he leaned against the wall, pinning you in place after helping you put your feet back on the floor, Jake’s sea-green eyes met yours with a lustful, yet loving gaze. He smirked as he gently pushed a strand of hair that fell from your ponytail behind your ear, leaning in to kiss you passionately, the heat of your bodies radiating between you, sweat dampening your brow.

“How ‘bout you and I take this to the bedroom so I can fuck you properly?” Jake smirked, raising one of his dark blonde eyebrows at you.

“You’re on, Cowboy, you’re on.” 

[maimingaffairs]

MY SWEET WRITER PLS DO ME FAVOUR OF A DARKLING AND FEM READER CARRIAGE SMUT . I need the desperation factor where they couldn’t even wait to get back to the little palace . In other terms extremely h o r n e y reader and darkling .

i hope u like and choose to write this if not it’s completely ok

thank u and stay safe u beautiful mind

this is just… somewhat plotless ;) IF U FEEL ME. all my work is done at 3 am so i apologize for the mediocrity. also this is literally just … porn with a slight plot. no other way to describe it. pls don’t interact unless ur 18+.

warnings: NSFW CONTENT. it’s literally just smut. it’s all just smut. smut under the cut just go away if ur a child

word count: 1.7k

Desperate (aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

The ride back to Os Alta was painfully long. You sat across from your husband and kept your eyes on his. His stare was heated and your fingers itched to reach for him. This was probably the most time you’d spent with him in the last few weeks because of his duties with the Second Army, and you wanted him. In any way that you could have him. 

You sat sandwiched between Feydor and Ivan who were bored and looking out the window. Aleksander’s eyes were wide and he was staring at you with a type of desire that made you press your thighs together underneath your dress. 

Of course, you still had hours to go before you reached the capital. Though, you weren’t sure you could make it. And by the look on your husband’s face, you could tell he was thinking the exact same thing. 

“Ivan. Feydor.” 

Both men turned their heads towards your husband as he spoke their names, and you bit your lip. 

“Get out.” Aleksander commanded sharply. His voice had a sharp edge to it and Ivan raised his eyebrows and shook his head. 

“What do you mean?” He asked incredulously. 

“What do I mean? I mean get out of this carriage immediately and ride a horse or something. Walk for all I care. Just get out.” He breathed. 

Ivan looked at him and then looked at you, seemingly not understanding what was going on. But he tapped the back of the carriage a few times hard and it came to a stop. When it stopped, he and Feydor climbed out and left the two of you alone. Your eyes once again met your husband’s and he unblinkingly stared back at you as the carriage lurched forward again. 

You couldn’t help your next action, because before you knew what you were doing, you had pushed yourself off of the seat across from him and threw yourself across the gap keeping you two apart. His hands received your clumsily tossed body with grace and reassurance, catching you by your waist. He tugged you onto his lap as comfortably as he could and lifted your skirts hurriedly, pushing them up to your knees so that you could easily straddle his lap. 

“You are never coming with me to camp again, do you understand me? You’re such a terrible temptation.” Aleksander groaned as you leaned forward to pepper sloppy kisses all over his neck. 

You only gave a hum in reply, rolling your hips down against his just once. He groaned and reached up behind you to grab a handful of your hair as gently as he could. He pulled your head away from his neck and brought you up to press a needy kiss to your lips. The desperation shared between your lips tasted delicious on your tongue and you let out a moan into his mouth. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled you closer, his nose pressing against yours as he kissed you. When the two of you had a desperate need for air, he pulled away from you, leaving you gasping and starving for him. 

His forehead laid upon yours and his jaw tightened as he held the back of your head with his free hand, “I’ve needed you so badly.” He grumbled, leaning forward to peck your lips a few times. 

“Just as I’ve needed you.” You managed to whisper out as you rolled your hips down against his again. 

He tipped his head backwards and closed his eyes with a quiet groan and he reached down to grab your waist with both of his hands, “Don’t be a tease.” He hummed, clicking his tongue. 

“Then touch me.” You pleaded and leaned your head down to rest against his shoulder. 

He wasted no time in pushing the hem of your dress up to your thighs and he slipped his hands underneath your skirts. He gripped your thighs tightly and pushed your legs apart and you took note of the wetness that pooled between your thighs. You bit down on your bottom lip and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a quiet whine. 

“Aleksander, please.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his skin. 

You swore you heard him growl quietly and he pushed your underwear aside swiftly. 

“You’re already so wet. Is that for me?” He asked cockily and you let out a little huff and rolled your hips forward. 

“No. Answer me.” He commanded sharply as he dragged the tip of his middle finger up your folds. 

You shivered deliciously and nodded once, face still pressed against his neck, “Yes. Always.” You breathed, and were instantly rewarded with his middle finger sliding inside of you slowly. You reached up and gripped his upper arms near his shoulders and you let out a quiet, relieved huff of air as he slowly curled his finger inside of you. 

He was wasting absolutely no time though, because before you could comprehend the first finger, he was sliding a second into you with ease. Normally, he’d take his time with you but you suspected his patience had been thrown to the wind with the way he’d started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a moderate pace. A moan fell from your lips and you pulled your head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. 

You stared up into his lust-darkened eyes and bit down on your bottom lip just a bit. Your cheeks heated up a bit under his gaze and you leaned in to lay your forehead against his. A little, lazy grin formed on his lips and he moved his fingers a bit faster, leaving you whimpering his name quietly. 

A few moments of this had you close to your climax and you reached up to cup his cheeks. You leaned in to kiss him heatedly, but he pulled back after just a couple of seconds and he shook his head, feeling you tighten around his fingers. 

“No. Not yet. I want you to cum on my cock.” He growled and quickly pulled his fingers out of your cunt. 

You gasped in shock and opened your mouth to protest but he was faster than you. He silenced you before you could speak by sliding his pointer and middle fingers into your mouth. He raised his eyebrows at you as if to egg you on and you wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked them clean, enjoying the taste of yourself on his skin. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you hurriedly reached down between your bodies and unfastened his belt and undid his pants. You reached down into his pants and gently freed his nearly completely hard cock. He groaned quietly at your touch and you wrapped your fingers around him, slowly stroking him. 

The sound that came out of his mouth was heavenly, even more so the second time he moaned, because it was in the form of your name. You smiled, pleased with yourself, and you continued to stroke his cock until his hand was around your wrist and he was stopping you. 

“Stop. I need to be inside of you.” He breathed and adjusted you in his lap just a bit for comfort. He reached between the two of you and positioned himself at your entrance, his tip brushing against your folds, slick with your arousal. You were ready to whine and tell him to not be a tease before he wordlessly lifted you just a bit and lowered you down onto his cock. The movement had you gasping and you reached up to grab onto his shoulders while you adjusted to his size and sunk down onto him entirely. You flickered your gaze up to his and he gave you one quick smile before he grasped your waist and held you up while he set a rapid pace with his hips. You let out a loud moan that resembled his name somewhat and you tossed your head backwards, moving your hips with his, in time with his thrusts. 

It was likely the most unceremonious and rushed sex you’d ever had with your husband. Normally Aleksander took his time with you, made you beg and plead before he finally gave in and fucked you. Not now. The desperation between the two of you was palpable. 

You let out a soft whine and began to lift and drop your hips in time with his movements, holding onto his shoulders for rapport. He swore loudly and reached up with one hand to grab a handful of hair from the back of your head. 

“Fuck. I love you.” He growled and then pulled your head backwards with your hair. He lowered his lips down onto your throat and he flicked his tongue against your skin, “Such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, his voice making your skin vibrate. 

His free hand made its way between the two of you and he pressed his thumb down against your clit, rolling it in slow circles. You let out a cry and rolled your hips into his touch as you continued to bounce on his lap, meeting his hurried thrusts. You moaned out his name as you chased your orgasm, feeling it build up quickly inside of you once more. 

“I’m so close, Aleksander.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on his shoulders. 

“Do it. Cum.” He commanded through labored breaths against your neck. 

It didn’t take long for your climax to make you see white and you let out a gasp before you moaned his name, your head lolling backwards. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you heard your husband moan in tandem with you and you felt his release just after your own. 

The two of you sat in silence for a long time trying to catch your breaths and come back down from your highs, Aleksander’s thumb lazily still moving around your clit. Finally, he moved his hand away from you and he wrapped both of his arms around you and pulled you down against his chest. 

“I’d like to say we were discreet but I reckon we are going to catch hell for this from Ivan and Feydor.” He mumbled, resting his cheek against your shoulder. 

You laughed and then shrugged, reaching up to run your fingers through his tousled hair. 

“It was worth all the hell in the world.”

[dameronscopilot]

filled

benny miller x f!reader

word count: 700+

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, mutual masturbation, reference to oral sex, praise kink, a hint of spit kink, benny miller's dirty mouth, messy creampie

a/n: this is quite literally nothing but plotless filth based on this post, because @theewokingdead requested elaboration on the matter ✨

Benny’s gaze is hooded as he turns his head toward where you’re sitting tucked into the corner of the couch, intently watching while you slide your middle finger through your slick folds. Feet planted on the cushions, your thighs fall open wider as you play with your slit, back arching at the sensation, and the corner of Benny’s mouth quirks upward. Biting his bottom lip, he rolls his hips, groaning roughly as he switches from lazily stroking his cock to fucking his fist with fervor.  

His head falls back against the couch, and you clench at the sight of the defined muscles in his thighs tensing up with each firm, jerking thrust. Sticky arousal drips from your cunt and onto the cushion below while you slide two fingers into your tight entrance, eyes falling shut at the thought the way it feels when Benny fucks your needy hole like that while you bounce in his lap—hands tightly digging into your sides, his mouth latched onto your tits, balls slapping against skin with each snap of his hips. His deep, raspy tone when he murmurs, “That’s my fucking girl,” when the taut band within you finally snaps, fucking you through the tidal wave of your orgasm as you gush on his cock.

Your eyes fly back open immediately at the distinct sound of Benny spitting, and a wave of desperation crawls up your spine, the Pavlovian response making your pussy ache with need. The wet squelch of your digits in your plush heat meets the sounds of Benny’s saliva-soaked palm furiously pumping up and down his length, and suddenly, your fingers aren’t enough.

Not that they ever are compared to the feeling of Benny’s fat dick splitting you open.

“Put one more in for me, baby,” Benny instructs, watching you with rapt attention as a small whine escapes your throat while you stretch yourself open with a third finger.

All you can think of is crawling toward him across the couch on your hands and knees, arousal dripping down your thighs as you part your lips for him. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of his shaft, dribbling over his fingers, and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, flushed cock, his balls tight and aching for release. You want to feel him pulsing between your hollowed cheeks as he comes down your throat so hard you nearly choke on it. 

He’ll flip you onto your back afterward, hands grasping your ass as he laps broad, messy strokes along your sex until you’re a trembling, whimpering mess. 

Knowing Benny, he’ll probably lay there between your spread legs, softly groaning and mouthing at your soaked, overstimulated cunt until his cock is hard again—hard enough to fuck you stupid.

—but right now, he clearly has other plans.

Benny quickly changes positions, shifting so that he’s leaning over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch as he strokes his cock over your stomach. And as he looks down at you, chest heaving, blonde hair mussed and sticking up in every direction, all it takes is one stray thought of how he’s about to come all over your tits for the dam of pleasure swirling in your abdomen to burst open. His lips slot against yours as you ride out your orgasm, swallowing down each and every one of your breathy moans. 

“Take your fingers out,” Benny instructs, dick still heavy against his palm as he continues to jerk himself off.

The moment you pull your sticky digits from your cunt, they’re immediately replaced by the thick stretch of Benny’s cock plunging inside of you right to the hilt the moment it begins to pulse with his climax. 

“This is where my cum belongs,” he groans, kissing you again. “Right in this pretty little pussy.”

And you can’t help but press harder into him at his words, your clit beginning to throb again at the feeling of his cum spilling inside of you. 

“Gonna come for me again, baby? Right on my dick?”

Benny swiftly reaches between your bodies, rubbing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves until another orgasm wracks through your limbs. The sounds are downright obscene as you whine and moan while you rock into him, inner thighs soaked with the egregious amount of cum dripping from your hole.

“Fuck,” Benny breathes out, voice rough as he kisses you hard. “That’s my good girl.”

[with-every-piece-of-me]

Pairing: John Pruitt x fem!reader

Summary: Just plotless smut.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, sub!John, top!reader, misuse of holy objects(choking with a rosary, M receiving.), hair pulling(M receiving.), Handjob(M receiving).

Words: 613

God, John looked so beautiful like this – tears rolling down his cheeks, his dark hair sticking to his forehead due to sweat, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes unfocused. I'd been edging him all night but he was still staring up at me as if I was his saviour, or his own personal angel. He looks completely destroyed.

I smile down at him almost sadistically. My right hand jerking him off painfully slow, my left hand has the rosary he's wearing wrapped around my fist. I tug on the rosary so it tightens around his neck as I move my right hand faster, John lets out a low groan as his hips buck up into my hand involuntarily as a gut reaction. He begins muttering out quiet prayers.

I chuckle breathlessly, as I lean closer to him. "That's not going to do anything, my love." I whisper a I kiss his neck, leaving small bite marks that would be covered by his usual attire anyway, earning quiet whimpers from the man beneath me. I pick up the pace with my right hand, peppering kisses from his neck to along his jaw. I let go of the rosary and run my hand down his chest, dragging my nails over his skin lightly, goosebumps follow my trail.

I lean in to kiss him and he kisses back, sloppily, hungrily. My free hand reaches up to his hair, giving it a sharp tug. A loud but almost gutteral moan leaves John's mouth, his hand quickly covers his mouth. "What's wrong, John, afraid of what the people will think of you once they realize what their beloved priest does behind closed doors?" I tease, whispering in his ear as John whines, his jaw clenched to try and be quiet.

I return to kissing his neck, this time in a place he can't hide with his clerical collar, just bellow his jaw. I continue to pull on John's hair, stroking him at an almost cruelly slow pace. I can tell he's close based on the little noises he makes and the quiet pleads he mutters under his breath. I pick up the pace once again, John's breath hitches and his hands grip at the blankets on the bed.

"F-fuck, don't s-stop... I-I'm close." John sobs out trying his best to form sentences in his clouded mind state. I chuckle lowly, a grin plastered on my face. "Do you deserve to, John? Do you think you've been good?" I whisper, my voice honeyed. John nods eagerly, my facial expression bitters, displeased with his answer. I give his hair another tug but this time a little harder. "Speak." I demand coldly, not loosening my grip on his hair. "Yes- I-I've been good.. s-so good for you, I s-swear." John chokes out, I smile at his words. "Good boy." I praise, he lets out a breathy moan due to the praise.

"Please 'm so c-close... f-fuck.. a-ah please, please, p-please I wanna-" John whimpers mindlessly, "Go ahead, sweetheart." I coo sweetly as John frantically mumbles out thank you's as he cums, most of it ending up on my stomach but a little ending up on his lower stomach.

"You did so well..." I praise him again moving my hand from his hair to cup the side of his face, he smiles somewhat tiredly as he plants a kiss on the palm of my hand. I let go of him to get up and lay next to him in bed, wrapping my arms around him as he moves closer to me, seeking the warmth of my arms. "I love you." He grumbled, his voice hoarse. "Love you too." I reply.

(This is literally my first time writing smut so I'm sorry its so terrible.)

Reblogs appreciated!:)

[veliseraptor]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by @feralkwe - thank you! I feel like I've done this before but if I have it's been a minute so

1. How many works do you have on AO3? across pseuds I have 1,010 works. with my "current" one I'm at 607. that is more or less my entire oeuvre, though there's a fair number of short fics on tumblr I haven't gotten around to crossposting though I'd ostensibly like to at some point. eventually. maybe.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 4,873,723. aYIKES. but hey closing in on 5 million! wonder when I'll hit that. I bet I would if I posted my unfinished wips for the mcu tbh

3. What fandoms do you write for? ever or currently? the list of fandoms I have written at least one fic for (not counting ones where the one fic was a crossover) is [deep breath] the mcu, the untamed/mdzs, supernatural, the silmarillion, a song of ice and fire, black jewels trilogy, wheel of time, doctrine of labyrinths, death note, the caliban leandros series, avatar the last airbender, kinnporsche, doctor who, buffy the vampire slayer/angel, gentleman bastard sequence, marvel comics, harry potter, temeraire, good omens, code geass, realm of the elderlings, greek mythology, dragon age, sandman, dexter, lymond chronicles, the firekeeper saga, lucifer (the tv series), crimson peak, kushiel's legacy, the x men movies, chronicles of narnia, twilight, and a couple other small book fandoms.

i used to be a lot more multifandom than i am now in terms of what i wrote for, and have been writing fic for which is how this happened.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Not my favorite fics, for the most part. They are:

Life in Reverse (MCU)

With Absolute Splendor (The Untamed)

some good mistakes (The Untamed)

half a league onward (MCU)

The Villain Wrangler (MCU)

5. Do you respond to comments? I do not. I feel bad about it, but (a) I don't know what to say, (b) I feel unbearably self-conscious/self-important trying and (c) I already have too much I'm trying to do in my limited time/too many obligations I have placed upon myself to add another one that will just stress me out. Again, I have all kinds of guilt about this, though, which probably kind of defeats the (c) purpose of not doing it.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Almost certainly Mercy, though it's possible I could dig up others; that's the literal murder-suicide one, though, and I'm pretty sure I've only written one of those. I've written a lot where one character dies but another survives and has to live with the grief, which is arguably worse? but I still think Mercy wins. once there was a way to get back home might give it a run for its money, though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I've actually written a fair amount of fic with happy endings! just mostly they have to suffer to get there. but trying to think of fic with a straight happy ending...I feel like I wrote some fairly fluffy fic in Black Jewels Trilogy fandom that I don't want to link to because I don't think it's very good. Maybe Life in Reverse, honestly? That's a fic where I tied up most things and resolved them in a pretty happy way.

Oh, or actually With Absolute Splendor might qualify.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have in the past! Not a lot, but it happens every so often. Usually I just delete it, tbh; it doesn't feel worth leaving it there and I'm certainly not going to respond to it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sure do, primarily for pairings that are dysfunctional in one way or another, and for the most part I want the sex to say something about the inner life/psychology of the characters I'm writing. truly plotless smut does happen but I find it weirdly difficult. I have to do so much pre-justification work for my smut, at least in my head if not on page.

a lot of what I write at least has a little bit of kink or D/s flavor to it even if it's not explicitly written as such (and a lot of it is at least a little explicitly written as such). I also like to write about power dynamics (in sex) and sex that's sublimating some other emotion or desire, if that latter makes sense.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I used to, but not anymore, and I probably won't; I don't know why, but I'm just generally not a crossover fan these days. But I did write a Lord of the Rings/Cthulhu Mythos Morgoth/Cthulhu fic back in the day. No, I'm not going to link it, you can find it if you really want.

The Scarlet Pimpernel/Black Jewels Trilogy might be objectively weirder but it was because of an RP and therefore feels more reasonable to me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I had forgotten about it until just now, but yes, actually. Including one that actually got reposted on AO3, which takes a particular kind of guts that's not the same as reposting on Wattpad or the like, imo. (I've also had fic scraped off AO3 and reposted on other sites.) The person took it down when I called them out on it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have been fortunate enough to have a number of fics translated into a few languages! I was curious which ones so I went and looked, and it looks like I've had fic translated into Russian, Chinese, and Japanese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've started co-writing a fic but never finished one.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Might have to give this one to xuexiao, though there's a lot of room in my heart for many ships! that's just one that hit an incredible number of my favorite things squarely on the head several times, leaving me concussed and helpless. It's so much, you guys.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There's a number of my MCU wips that I look at and am like "yeah what I have of this is good actually, too bad I'll almost certainly never finish it", among which is Dead Superheroes Walking, the fic about everyone who died in Infinity War being trapped inside the Soul Stone and having to work together to fix the ensnappening from the inside. I have about 3/4 of it written if not more and the remaining quarter will probably remain unfinished. It was Wanda POV and a lot about Wanda and Loki bonding.

another one is the one where Hela decides instead of fighting Odin to strategically back down and plan to overthrow him later, and therefore is around while Loki and Thor are growing up. I really liked what I had of this one, and really enjoyed writing Hela's POV, but again. don't think I'm going to end up finishing it.

I have a whole folder called "MCU Salvage" that's basically my MCU wips that I parsed out because I was like "these are pretty good actually, maybe someday I'll have the motivation to return to them", which is probably delusional but, well. one never knows.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at dialogue - I love to write characters having conversations, probably to a fault - and, when it comes to fanfiction, characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Worldbuilding for sure is one. I hate it, I don't think I'm very good at it. also description - I feel like I lean heavily on dialogue in fic and tend to go light on descriptive language. this is probably partly because I'm not a very imagery-focused reader, so I don't think a lot about creating a "visual" with my writing, but also because I just don't like doing it as much as I like writing about internal thought processes and interpersonal verbal exchanges.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I almost certainly would not do it, as someone who is monolingual and has zero confidence in my ability to do it right in a way that wouldn't read absolutely awfully. The one exception to this is in Lymond fic, and that's because the canon did it first, so it is fully justifiable for me to have this guy spout off in five languages in one fic. Otherwise...not since I tried writing a fake Phantom of the Opera fic mocking bad Phantom of the Opera fics.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I always say Wheel of Time because that's the first fandom of my heart but technically I wrote a crack Harry Potter fic before I wrote for Wheel of Time. But in my heart it was Wheel of Time. That was certainly my first fandom in any meaningful sense of the word.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written? This question is my nemesis. My favorite fic I've ever written changes at least once a month. I have a series for this on AO3 that I'm going to link to as a lazy answer to this question even though that's sort of 50 of my favorite fics, so sue me, I've written a lot of things over the years and I actually do like a fair number of them, even if you have to make me say so.

tagging uhhhh @highladyluck, @curiosity-killed, @ameliarating, @gloriousmonsters, i'm not sure how many people i'm supposed to tag for this but if you want to do it, go ahead?

[multiversxwhore]

Stargirl Interlude

a/n: this is plotless pointless sensual smut, if you can call it that. The tip is barely in, but you feel it none the less. The inspiration behind it, Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd ft Lana Del Rey. I wrote this while I was bored at work today…yes I wrote this whole thing in four fours. It’s not the best work, but it’s not supposed to be lol. Anywho enjoy, repost, and reblog here on tumblr only please.

Warning: public sex, unprotected sex, nsfw content, minors DNI.

Tags: @cardierreh15 @miyuhpapayuh @tchallasbabymama @chaneajoyyy @mochachocolatteyaya @michaelmajors @michaelbwriting

Johnathan Majors x plus size black girl

Word count: 797

“Andrea, how are you this evening?” The interviewer asked, I gripped the mic in my hand nervously as I smiled through my awkwardness. It was a bit hard to focus with all the chatter, and cameras going. My heart thundered behind my ribcage, this shit was bizarre, I hit autopilot quickly before I started to spiral any deeper.

“Oh I’m great, how are you? Everyone looks fabulous, I just seen Angela Bassett, and I cried. Then I ran into Brandon Frazier, he said some very kind words to me that I will sobb about later.” Which was all true, it was one starstruck incident after the other, I knew tomorrow when I woke up this would all feel like a fever dream.

“I would be lying when I say I’m jealous—

I didn’t hear anything after that point. I knew this was a bad time to get caught gawking, but there was only one man that could make me break character. When his eyes looked up from adjusting his suit they instantly locked on to me, and he pinned to my spot. Now I’m reminded of the slick mess he left between my thighs in the bathroom before we got to the carpet.

‘Fuck you eat it so good baby’ I moaned heavily his strong hands gripped onto my cheeks as he kept them spread apart to make room for his face. His tongue swiped back and forth over my clit until I came leaking onto his mouth.

“Look who it is! Jonathan Majors, what a lovely surprise, now all we need is the rest of the cast from LoveCraft and the set will be complete.” The interview chuckled, bless her heart for talking over my ‘episode’ because I was not recovering any time soon. It wasn’t until he touched my elbow did I jolt out of my haze, automatically jumping back into gear, I beamed up at him. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he putting on a facade, it was one thing I loved and hated about him. He didn’t give a fuck, he wasn’t going to explain himself, and you could kiss his ass for all he cared.

“Look at you all dressed up! All shiny and would not.” I said playfully, he looked down at me, a hint of a smirk on his lips, and his gaze turned on to me. The interviewer nonexistent to the both of us, his hand held mine as he went on with such laudatory remarks.

“Me? You’re the one literally a cute little gumdrop, the shoes have roses on them, and let me tell you, you look stunning.” He stepped back to give me a once over taking my hand and holding it up above my head.

“Give the people a twirl.” He smiled, the paparazzis went wild as they shouted praises, and compliments at me, then my mind jumped back to an hour ago. ‘Turn that ass around let me hit it from the back real quick.’ He breathed heavily, it was no time to be cute, the goal was to hit it, then nut. And hit it he did, I bent over the bathroom sink; he teased me with the tip as he caressed my slippery entrance. The last time we fucked was nearly two months ago, readjusting to his size again was a bit of a task. ‘Goddam Jay, almost forgot how big that dick is.’

I snapped out of it in time to see how he was watching me, shit eating grin stretched across those delicious thick lips. Fuck him, and his lips— ‘fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck.’ I moaned as his hips thrusted into me roughly making my pussy throb in a good way. Jonathan wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me in close so that the photographers could get a few pictures. He turned his head to my ear, speaking in a hushed tone so only I could hear, “what’s wrong, dick got you speechless?” He chuckled darkly, Inlressed my lips together fighting the urge to giggle, I could feel the corners of my lips turning upward against my own will. When I finally mustered the ability to say something his manager was pulling him away from me so that they could move further down the carpet. I looked past him to see Micheal, and Tessa waving at us.

“See you tonight baby girl.” He whispered, then brought my hand up to his lips kissing my knuckles like a gentleman. That gesture sent the photographers into a frenzy as they snapped as many photos as they could, that would for sure make the papers. He waved a hand towards the photographers then walked off towards his Creed cast mates. My skin still tingled where his fingers touched me, yet again I was left utterly breathless, this time he barely touched me.

[rufusrant]

Any starrison fic recommendations? I’ve read like every single one but it would also be nice to just revisit ones I haven’t read in a while

EVERY SINGLE ONE? wow. that is a great 1135 fics as we speak. sure i have some recs for you!

i apologise in advance as i'm surely missing out on a lot of truly great fics and writers due to *not* having read every fic in the tag. and as i unfortunately don't have any leads on your favourite tropes, anon, i hope a list of some of my own personal favourites will suffice! (sorted by word count under the cut)

only finished works are included in this list.

≤2000

More of you to love by @celeste-fitzgerald (G, 778 w., 2 ch. || Fluff, Modern Setting) — While doing some online shopping, George buys a Ringo plushie. Best purchase he's ever made.

A Smile and a Kiss by @measuredoutinyears (T, 950 w., 1 ch. || Fluff, Established Relationship, Idiots in Love) — Paul bets Ringo he can’t last five minutes without smiling to his boyfriend. Ringo thinks he can take up the challenge. (He’s so wrong.)

For You Blues by @no-longer-humans (M, 638 w., 1 ch. || Implied/Referenced Cheating, Mild Sexual Content, Introspective) — Partly inspired by Bluets (poetry collection). George works out his feelings.

poking feelings by @friendofgeorgeharrison (G, 326 w., 1 ch. || Post-Beatles, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together) — A short glimpse of George and Ringo right before they retire for the night. Featuring their love and Ringo’s earring.

You Are Young And Life Is Long by @gold1984 (Unrated, 634 w., 1 ch. || Early Beatles, Plotless Fluff, Birthday) — On the day George turns 22, Ringo realizes how much time left for them to spend together.

Let Nothing You Dismay by @honeyheffron (G, 990 w., 1 ch. || Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort) — In the wee hours of Christmas morning, Ringo can't sleep. The next logical step, of course, is to build a gingerbread house.

Black and Pink by @mithranqueer (G, 1018 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Pre-Slash) — George has always found himself drawn to Ringo, eventually he'll admit that it isn't just because of his drumming ability.

Where We Shared Our Tiny Grace by @cinnamontoastandtears (T, 1596 w., 1 ch. || Getting Together, First Kiss, Domestic Fluff) — Ringo and George move in together. They have a small accident. But just because it's an accident doesn't mean it's bad.

i bet you're gonna smile by yours truly (T, 987 w., 1 ch. || Pillow Talk, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content) — Barred from the hotel dining room on a busy Valentine's Day, George and Ringo spend it in bed with a movie.

≤5000

A Calculated Risk by @blackbeltkitten2 (G, 2699 w., 1 ch. || Sickfic, Fluff, Getting Together) — Brian's sent the boys out to an idyllic little cottage to write and relax. In the middle of winter. At least George gets an idea for his Ringo Situation once his headache subsides.

I Can't Tell You (But I Know It's Mine) by madgezimmer (E, 4933 w., 1 ch. || Handjobs, Blowjobs, Bathtubs, Implied/Referenced Alcholism) — 1969. Maureen, Zak & Jason are away with the Powells, leaving Ringo alone in an empty house. But nothing lasts forever.

well i may not live past twenty-one but what a way to die by @friendofgeorgeharrison (T, 3039 w., 1 ch. || Genderbent, Hamburg Era, Getting Together, First Kiss, Implied Sexual Content) — Ringo Starr is a butch, look at her funny, she’ll curse at you. Call her something she doesn’t like, you’ll get your nose broken. Touch her and you’ll get cut. Or that’s what Georgie thought of her until she got to know her more intimately.

No Weddings by @measuredoutinyears (T, 2887 w., 1 ch. || Fluff and Angst, Bittersweet, Unconventional Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Love Confessions) — The Beatles are getting married, one by one. But George can't have the only man he wants, and he's not fine with it.

Trust by @celeste-fitzgerald (E, 3872 w., 1 ch. || First Time With Each Other, Fluff and Smut, Handjobs, Anal Sex, Top Ringo Bottom George) — George and Ringo may not have any experience with going all the way with each other - or with any man, for that matter - but they're ready to figure it out together.

≤10K

Cayenne by @honeyheffron (M, 8050 w., 1 ch. || Hamburg Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Minor Violence, THIS IS MY MOST FAVOURITE STARRISON FIC EVER) — George, Ringo, and the fervid wiles of Hamburg, 1960.

a push in the right direction by @blobfishmiffy (T, 6442 w., 1 ch. || No Band, Modern Setting, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Mutual Pining, First Kiss) — Ringo and George are not dating. They're not. John (and also Paul) think otherwise. There are realisations.

Life Is Real by @measuredoutinyears (T, 8870 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, University AU, Fluff, Queen (band) References) — George's jeans betrayed him (ie they teared exactly where they shouldn't have). John is way too happy about it and Paul isn't of any help. George's shame will never end unless someone steps in. Or: two Queen fans meet.

An Act of Love by @celeste-fitzgerald (M, 6006 w., 3 ch. || Modern Setting, side Bob Dylan/George, Pining, Mild Sexual Content, Fluff and Angst, Kind-of Pretend Relationship) — It's been way too long since George has been on a proper date. The only men who are interested in him only want him for his body, and George is sick of it. Luckily, Ringo has a plan. He'll take George on a pretend date and pull out all the stops to make sure he knows how worthy he is. It's a great plan - or at least it would have been if Ringo didn't catch feelings.

≥10K (oh my god there's so much i haven't read yet please forgive me)

A Love That's Shining All Around Here by @measuredoutinyears (M, 12,740w. 3 ch. || Modern Setting, Fluff and Smut, Requited Unrequited Love, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Grinding) — George can't have Ringo in real life, so he writes fanfictions about them. Until, one day, Ringo discovers fanfictions are a thing.

Guess Who? by @celeste-fitzgerald (T, 14,980 w., 9 ch. || Secret Crush, Coming Out, Eventual Starrison) — George has been struggling to keep his feelings for Ringo a secret, and after two months, Ringo confronts him about the strange way he's been acting. Ringo discovers that George has feelings for a man and is curious about who it is. But George, who is scared to tell Ringo that it's him, panics and gives Ringo the first name that pops into his head, hoping that he'll drop the conversation. He didn't plan on Ringo insisting on being his wingman to try to get George together with the man in question.

My Georgemortal by yours truly (Unrated, 21,932 w. 44 ch. || Crack, My Immortal (fanfic) references, an unhinged mess) — George is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. May God help us all.

thanks for the ask, anon! and an even bigger thank you to every single author on this list. all of you give me life. and i personally hope i have more fics to put on the next rec list!

[shotmrmiller]

cbf!simon x “I’ll teach you love, don’t worry”

gahdamn!

2.2k of literal only plotless smut. oops.

:)

[cecropiacrown]

Writer ask game 15+39 (if you feel like it of course)💜

Thanks for the ask, Lucky!!! 🩷🩷🩷

15. What's your favorite plotless fic you have written?

I feel like I struggle with not putting plot in the things I write lmaoo

The piece I wrote for your birthday is relatively plotless in the sense that I just wanted to write them cuddling and going about their day 😂 but then I also have my hualian fic! I really did try to make that purely smut without plot lmao, but I was not successful. I think I have to go with the hualian one because that's actually the first thing I started writing for tgcf!

39. Wildest au scenario you have written?

Back in my Death Note days there was a drabble I wrote for my preferred pairing that was literally like a Mormon missionary situation 🤣😭 it was not very good but it's probably the wildest I've gotten with my writing (yet 👀)

[raccoonfallsharder]

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ratings vary | no use of y/n | gn reader | complete | word count: varies.

miscellaneous one-shots belonging (and collections of oneshots). does not contain Domestic Scenes, Window, or borealis oneshots. DOES contain:

adorations ❤︎‬❤︎‬ Autopilot Systems Check ✮ fistful of sunlight [for @starriidreams] ✮✩ overheard on the bowie ❤︎‬❤︎‬ practice ✩ rocket raccoon prompt week 2024 ✮✩ tomorrow ✩ warm compress ✮

RATING KEYfluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬ back to main masterlist

adorations 𖥔 ݁˖⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 4,518. ❤︎❤︎ you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feeeeelings. set sometime shortly after volume two. dirty talk, (light) biting, (light) degradation, use of slut as a term of endearment. fast-burn enemies-to-lovers & angst with a happy/hopeful ending. praise kink, obviously.

‧₊˚ ⋅♡ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Autopilot Systems Check‧₊˚ ⋅☽ ࣪ ִֶָ♡. smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1406. ✮ reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. mcu-based, post-endgame i guess. drabble based on this post/inadvertent prompt.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ fistful of sunlight ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ domestic fluff | no use of y/n | oc!reader | oneshot | word count: 3,832. ✮✩ for @starriidreams, based on their original character, jazper. ♡ after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own.

WARNINGS: brief description of surgical procedure in sceond paragraph only. rocket says damn/dammit a lot; reader is referred to as princess 2x (because reader is literally a princess). some limited physical description of reader (most notably, having gold palms/fingerpads/facial markings and an adorable lil toothgap). i've never written for someone else's oc like this before so i hope i do them justice ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 12,973. ❤︎❤︎ rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. WARNING for absolutely plotless smut. pining, angst, far too much sexual frustration. fingering, spanking and pussy slapping, begging, cunnilingus, praise/degradation, crying, overstim. variations on "slut" and "brat" (affectionate), pet names like "sweetheart," "princess," etc. i scaled back the number of orgasms but it's still a pretty unlikely number for an average humie. i apologize for my sins

ᯓ⋆｡°✩ practice spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1,684. ✩ you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve. brave nonnie asked, do you have any headcanons for Eidos Rocket with an S/O? and the answer is too many and also why am i like this. WARNINGS for general suggestiveness, lil bit of pining. eidos-rocket is a bossy little shit and calls you buttercup x2.

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ fluff to spice | drabbles & minifics | word count: varies. ✮ - ✩ drabbles and minifics inspired by rocket raccoon prompt week, mostly featuring a gn reader (no use of y/n). prompts include explosives, hurts, emotionalistic, family, machinery, bite, and home. <2,300 words each.

tomorrow ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 2,441. ✩ you had a long day at work. rocket decides to comfort you.  no real smut (this was a failed kinktober 2023 fic) but some explicit references to sex acts. unhealthy coping mechanisms. WARNING for discussion of death & implications of completed suicide. no graphic descriptions, just a lot of… sad. if you are in pain, please know that there are people who want to support you. here is @trans-axolotl’s alternatives to harmful crisis lines for US support services that do not engage police, and/or which explicitly avoid engaging police whenever possible. 

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 3,432. ✮ you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. can be read platonically or romantically. excerpt behind the cut. WARNING: reader is experiencing abdominal pain attributed to hormonal/ovulation cycle. reader cries at one point.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Don't Bite the Dick That Chokes You

by angetumon It is a truth universally acknowledged that Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor has a huge dick. It is a truth that should also be universally acknowledged that Alex Claremont-Diaz enjoys sucking the aforementioned dick far more than he could have imagined possible before their first clandestine hookup, all those years ago. - This is literally just nearly 4k of pure porn. Alex loves sucking cock, I will die on this hill. Words: 3801, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Established Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor - Freeform, Alex Claremont-Diaz - Freeform, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor - Freeform, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, No Plot/Plotless, PWP, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Spit As Lube, Spit Kink, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Orgasm Edging, Edging, why isn't that a tag, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Has a Large Penis, I'm Bad At Tagging, no beta we die like arthur fox, 3.8k of shamless smut via https://ift.tt/UORqNwI