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Atta Girl - Rhett Abbott
Fandom: Outer Range
Warning: NSFW (18+) Smut, riding, dry humping, teasing, grinding, praise kink
Relationships: Rhett Abbott x f!reader
Summary: You grind on Rhett in the backseat of his truck
Notes: I tried to make this as 'reader' friendly as possible and avoid any physical details. This is a little short fic! I hope you enjoy.
Hi hi hi! I’m so excited for your event!
Can I request Calvin Evans with this prompt?: kissing your partner after they've given you head.
Be Quiet for Me
NFSW!! 18+
Pervious Part: If you will have me
Pairing: Calvin Evans X Fem!Secretary!Reader
Summary: You can’t be quiet no matter how hard Calvin tries
Warning: very much implied smutt so 18+ (Oral sex fem!receiving)
✦save a cowgirl✦
✧・゚:Your brain gets empty, when he has you like this.
✧・゚:“That’s it, baby.” Dean runs his hand down your side, squeezing under your ribs before grabbing a handful of your ass and giving it a light slap. “Just like that, keep movin’ for me, fuck yeah.”
✧・゚:You moan, tossing your head back. You’re clawing at his chest, overwhelmed by the completeness of him around you. You’re on top of him, his cock buried deep inside you as you rock your hips back and forth, and it stretches and fills you so well you can’t think beyond Dean.
✧・゚:His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and he smirks. You know he loves this. Watching you come apart above him, never able to fully unravel without a little help.
✧・゚:But he’s going to make you beg first. Force you to ride him until you’re wobbly and dazed, big tears pricking at your eyes as frustration overtakes your every sense.
Honeyed Murmurs
The way Ser Duncan the Tall spoke to his horses—you would've thought Sweetfoot was his wife. Soft and honeyed, deliciously sweet. "Easily startled, they are," he would say, "need a bit of encouragement is all."
Any hint of skittishness and it's "it's alright, darlin'" or "that's my good girl".
And former noble lady/companion!reader is awfully jealous. She's easily startled too. She needs encouragement. She's a good girl.
Dunk doesn't know why his lady pouts whenever he tends to the horses. Why her sweet face goes red and she seems to upset.
Egg tells him one day, "You coo to the horses more oft than to her. It's insulting." Dunk, as thick as ever, responds, "I do not coo. And she is a lady, I cannot address her as I do the horses."
But the next time she startles at a loud sound or pouts about the stale bread, he tries it. His voice lowers and he's murmuring sweetly, "It's alright, darlin'. There, now, you're alright."
And the way she flushes and instantly quits her fussing is unmistakable. She quiets and she's all soft and pliant and his and he'd never stop speaking if she responded like that every time (she will).
Heyyy I just wanted to say that I love the way you write dialogue!!! I completely got lost in your fics, your mind amazes me <3 also size kink dunk??? I need more
the size kink with dunk is the main main i believe lol
more size kink with dunk ☘︎ ݁˖
his overwhelming presence makes your heart race and your core ache. how could it not?
you couldn't hurt me ⋆.˚
ser duncan the tall x companion!princess!reader
-18+, oral f receiving, dunk is pussy drunk, he doesn't really understand a woman's body lol but he wants to learn! + handjob, slight spit play! ᥫ᭡.
• 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄
• 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
• 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐓: 𝟒.𝟖𝐊
• 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄
• 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐄, 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏, 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 '𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄', 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐊 (𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐝𝐤), 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 (𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧)
• 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐜 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐠. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨𝐨𝐨
𝐲𝐞𝐬... 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃.... 𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭..... 𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐱𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐢
𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒. 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝟏𝟖, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃.
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Appreciation Week ➝ Day 1: Favourite Character: Ser Duncan the Tall
thinking bout dunk again, but being a little more rough....
Yet another successful tournament. Your stomach was filled with butterflies in anticipation for what that'd mean for you. And he did not disappoint. Though the game went well, there was something else bubbling beneath the surface, something in desperate need of air. It started similar to the first time, nervous as you showed him the ropes, but he fell into his confidence much quicker than before. You'd worn a silk gown specifically for him, and he didn't even bother to take it off before plunging into you. Trousers at his thighs, he held your hip with one hand and pushed your face into the bed with the other. It was a feeling unlike anything before, then multiplied by the sounds he was making. "Ah fuck- Gods, look at you." You couldn't help by cry out as he hit your cervix over and over again.
Before him, anything large was painful. Quick and violent. No care for how you felt. But even through the fucked out fog that covered his senses, he still made sure you felt good. But he'd grown sick of your muffled moans as you pulled the sheets toward your face. He stilled for only a moment, hand wrapping around your hair to pull you off the bed. The pain made you clench around him, but quickly desolved into louder moans as he continued to fuck you. He was much more vocal than he was before, and it made you drip onto the sheets with each wet shluck.
He had you infront of the mirror again. Held your face up as you body shook behind you. He looked at your through the reflection, "Fuck, ya' let me do this to you ?" If you'd had any brain power left you might've noticed the sweet undertone of his words, but nonetheless he continued pushing you closer and closer to that sweet release. The sounds coming off the two of you were obscene. So entirely erotic, no amount of gold could pay for this experience.
His balls slapped against your clit as he keeps pounding into you, making you whimper. "Ah, yea..? Ya close, sweet girl ?" You nod haphazrdly, mouth agape as you body begins to melt underneath his. As you clenched around him and he lets go of your hair, letting you fall back into the bed as he mercilessly pumps his cock in and out of your needy hole. Before pulling out to come on your ass, he gave it one good spank that made your back arch.
You almost expected him to leave then and there, but who were you kidding. Once coming down from his high, he cleaned you gently before pulling your dress back over your backside. All he had to do was push himself back into his pants and secure them at his hips. You'd rolled onto your side at some point, and he leaned over you to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "Thank you. 'm sorry for bein so rough with ya-" but you shook your head, still dizzy "Uh-uh. You were amazing." Had he not just fucked your brains out, you might've had something more to say, but that seemed to please him enough.
He left a soft peck on your forehead before he left, blushing like that was the most intimate thing he'd done that night. You softly smiled back, practically falling asleep in the messy bed. You heard as the door creaked open and his footsteps retreated, but not before wishing you a "Goodnight, malady."
hiiii sorry if this is bad I literally just sat down n wrote it in one go so hehe hope u enjoyed !!
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summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ when you confess you’ve never touched yourself before, dean doesn’t laugh—he leans back against the headboard and talks you through it. pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ dean winchester x reader ( f ) wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 992 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ smut !! warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ explicit sexual content, guided masturbation (reader touching herself under dean’s instruction), inexperienced reader, voyeurism, heavy praise kink, dirty talk, early-seasons dean in my head, orgasm control/teasing, mild embarrassment, detailed descriptions of female masturbation and arousal
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The motel room is quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant rumble of trucks on the highway. One lamp is on, casting warm gold across the faded bedspread.
Dean sits propped against the headboard, fully dressed—jeans and a black t-shirt that stretches across his chest—legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other like this is the most casual conversation in the world.
You’re sitting cross-legged on the bed facing him, wearing nothing but one of his old flannel shirts, the sleeves too long, the hem brushing your thighs. Your cheeks are already burning.
✶ notary nsfw content. hello world.... i am back with a small drabble that i wrote in 10 minutes before i upload my long ahh fic
sam winchester is the most respectful, polite and soft spoken man you've ever met. the one you would be proud to introduce to your parents. but behind closed doors? he can be a fucking menace.
your high-pitched whimpers are filling the impala. hands clawing at his arms, his hair, abs, almost everywhere, as sam's on top of you pounding himself into you so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.
your parents think you're on a movie date. i mean, he showed up on your doorstep with flowers and puppy eyes, who would not believe him? who would think that he would have you begging for mercy for an hour straight?
the windows are getting fogged up, your body is probably on it's 10th orgasm, but sam is nowhere close to stopping.
"sam-" you choke on a moan, because sam is choking you himself. his hand is tight around your throat, just enough for your world and senses to narrow to only him and nothing else. and it's working. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, you're seeing white, you almost can't breathe but it all just feels so good.
he leans down to capture your lips into another messy kiss, filled with tongue, spit and desire. you struggle to kiss him back, because you just can't seem to stop moaning.
"look at me" he says between his own groans and whimpers.
you try. you really try to. but it's all just too much. too much pleasure. your body's almost gone numb.
"fuckin' look at me or i'll stop" he urges now, just with a hint of desperation.
that's when you got desperate. "no- please" you whimpered, fluttering your eyes open.
and god, he has never looked better. sweaty, rosy cheeks, eyes filled with lust and desire. but then a small smirk appeared on his face and before you could register anything, his second hand wraps around your throat too and he starts rocking his hips impossibly fast inside you.
jesus, he really is a menace.
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₊˚⊹♡ mean | sam winchester x reader
requested - heyy could u make a sam x reader thing where he fucks rlly roughly but he’s really sweet during aftercare bc the idea that sam is rough during but sweet after makes me weak in the knees🫠🙏 (anon)
a/n - this is. probably the most filthy thing i’ve written. it’s just filthy smut. with a hint of sweetheart sam at the end. i need him so bad it’s not funny. still working on my longer plot fics but i wanted to get this out today to get back into writing!! hopefully you enjoy :) would very much appreciate feedback! <3
cws - fem!reader, 2.4k, nsfw 18+, meandom!sam turned soft!sam, oral f!recieving, praise, very mild choking, condescending words, p in v, mild overstimulation, tears, aftercare, fluff
other fics can be found on my masterlist
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She was convinced that Sam’s mouth was a whole new kind of heaven.
He’d already made her cum once with his mouth alone, large hands pressed into the plush of her thighs to keep them spread, her hips stilled, which were twitching with every sweep of his tongue. He was skilled, drawing the pleasure out of her like it was nothing. Sam had easily spent fifteen minutes down there, eating her out like a starved man, like it was all he wanted.
And she didn’t know how she was still breathing. There was a relief that ran through her that Dean and Castiel weren’t in the bunker that night, because even though they were shut away in the privacy of their room, she was sure that she would’ve been heard. Sam had been pulling noises out of her all night, obscene lewd sounds that she would’ve been embarrassed about being heard if it wasn’t Sam with her.
He always made sure that as much as he made her feel, none of it was embarrassment.
cherry tongue
summary: cherry pies, black coffee and some good old fashioned sleepy sex
warnings: established relationship, piv, lazy kissing, relatively quiet sex, quickie, bear hugging, a little fluff here and there, slow undressing, hair play/light pulling, synchronized breathing, some spooning/cuddling, a lot of intimate romance
w/c: 5.2k
notes: school starts today, yikes! had to push this out so I wouldn’t forget. i really hope this isn’t boring, because i wanted this to be more of a ‘super-sweet-I-have-cavities’ situation. (p.s. not proofread, afab, second pov. I got really lazy in the end, so…if this isn’t a hit, next one will be the most sloppiest dirtiest nastiest shit ever.)
1:47 A.M.
On the dot.
It had been a long day.
18+ MDNI
cockwarming s1!dean winchester 𓂃 while he works in the bunker library and it's fucking cold down there, the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, but you're warm, so warm because you're sitting in his lap with his cock buried deep inside you, keeping you full and stretched and his, and the only things keeping you warm are his body heat and the way he's got you stuffed so perfectly. his free hand keeps moving, rubbing your bare thigh, sliding up to your stomach, just casual touches that make you clench around him, and every now and then you feel his stubble scratch against your shoulder when he leans in to kiss your shoulder blade, sometimes his hand comes up to give your tit a little squeeze, possessive and casual like it's nothing, like he's not making you lose your mind. you get butterflies every single time he does anything—when he reaches up to fix his glasses that keep sliding down the bridge of his nose, when he licks his finger before flipping a page in whatever lore book he's reading, when he takes a sip of his whiskey and you feel his throat work against your back, and god you want to move, want to rock your hips, want more, but every time you shift even a little he pinches you, mainly your nipple, twisting just enough to make you gasp, or a small sharp smack on your hip that makes you still immediately because you know better, you know he wants you to sit there and take it and be good. but it gets to be too much, the fullness, the heat, the way his cock throbs inside you when you clench, the casual dominance of his hands on your body, and he must feel how desperate you're getting because suddenly he's closing the laptop, shoving books aside, and bending you right over the table, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you down while the other grips your hip bruisingly tight, and then he's pounding into you, no more patience, no more teasing, just deep hard thrusts that make the books slide across the table and make you cry out his name, and he growls in your ear about how you couldn't just sit still, how you always need more, how he's gonna fuck you until you remember how to behave, and you know you're not going to be able to sit comfortably tomorrow but you don't fucking care because s1!dean winchester is fucking you stupid in the bunker library and nothing has ever felt better.
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Is it Casual Now? || B. Park x F!Reader
Dr. Park Masterlist || The Pitt Masterlist || Requests: OPEN
Synopsis: He was a shark, looking for his prey. You were blind to think that he wanted anything more than just a body to keep his bed warm. Based on these two requests!
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), cursing, inaccurate medical terminology, cheating, age gap, power imbalance, description of injuries
what would brendon do if he meets his favorite barista in the hospital instead of at the coffee shop
Getting paged to the ER was beneath his skill level if he's being completely honest, but the way Robinavitch has talked on the phone about this case made it seem like he definitely wanted to at least see it before the med students butchered the repair.
The med student meant to be in charge of the case met him at the elevator. The student is one he recognizes from a previous case he's been to the ER for, but he can't be bothered to pair a name to the face.
He begins presenting the case, and Brendon has to suppress an eye roll. "And this concerns me...why?" Brendon fixed him with a glare, a condescending tilt to his head. "Don't waste my time."
"Right..." he swipes through pictures on his digital chart until finally reaching a chest X-ray. and talking about it for a few moments while they walk.
Brendon takes the chart and swipes through the pictures as he walks to the trauma bay, where he was meant to meet Robby. He doesn't look up as he walks into the room.
"shark." Robby greets tersely.
"Why am I here? this is simple..." his voice trails off when he sees you laid in the bed. Your brows pinched in pain while the nurses clean the burns on your stomach and thigh.
"This isn't your patient, shark, let's go." Robby tries to lead him out the door, but it's like his feet are glued to the floor.
You flinch and whimper from the pain, and he's broken from the trance.
"Why aren't they on some type of pain medication, Robinavitch?" he snaps, discarding the digital chart and attempting to find the meds himself on the trays around the room. The room is quiet. not the quiet that happens when he enters a room most of the time, but a nervous hum.
Robby speaks calmly, like soothing a wild animal that has suddenly grown far more unpredictable."They opted out, said they had to go right back to work after-"
"No." is the only thing he says.
The students and nurses are muttering something about "the shark", about his crumbling facade, about the care he never shows anyone that he's letting slip through the cracks. Why this patient?
how hes getting weak.
And he just might be. But he doesn't care.
"shark...?" your voice, so quiet and sweet, confused and disoriented.
You look up at him, and something close to relief seems to wash over you for only a moment before you're whimpering again and trying to pull away from the nurse cleaning your wound.
"Look at me." he says quietly. You obey. It's times like these he's glad he started laying the groundwork so soon.
"You're taking the pain management."
"I have work-"
He holds a finger up and silences you before pointing it at you. "No."
You look up at Robby with those eyes and nod when he asks again if you want the medication.
"Everyone else, out." Brendon barks, mean. loud. not the quiet authority that you've seen from him before, this was almost scary
The people all leave, and the anxiety comes back tenfold. "What do you need? Why do they call you shark?"
He scoffs and pulls the curtain closed, cutting you off from prying eyes. "It's a stupid nickname. Are you okay?"
You nod a little, but he still pulls up the rolling chair and sits next to the bed. he prods around the wound, watching your reactions, faintly apologising when tears well up in your eyes from the pain.
"You're going to follow Dr. Robinavitch's instructions. If you have complications, you'll call me." he puts takes your open phone from your hands and begins putting his number in. "Are we clear?" he asks finally with a stern look. "This is not a request."
"Yes, sir."