Thoughts on Connor bedard being with a midsize girl? Or do you think he’s only into more petite?
There’s something in me that thinks he’d love to be with a bigger girl and then show he’s more than capable of tossing her around if you know what I mean 👀
100% if he was with a mid or plus size girl he’d CONSTANTLY be showing off how strong he is
He’s randomly picking you up, carrying you places for no reason when you could easily walk. If you’re being a brat he’s throwing you over his shoulder or tossing you onto the bed. On days when he’s feeling extra cocky and wants to really show off, he wants to do reps of some kind with you. Maybe he’s making you sit or lay on his back while he does pushups and if you’re in the right mood, he’s doing the pushups till failure and really putting on a performance with the groaning and whimpering. He knows his strength turns you on and he’s using that to his advantage, the fact that you have so much weight for him to throw around is just a plus for him.
I’d love to make headcanons on this is anyone’s interested :)
Guys it just occurred to me for the first time ever that men can pee ON themselves like on their chest and THEIR OWN FACE I actually can’t believe I never thought of this before this is absolutely revolutionary📝
hey can i req a connor bedard fic of leg humping? something like he’s watching a movie and the reader gets super horny and he only offers like leg like “this is all you’re getting” with some condescending praise type shit. thank you <3
Needy - CB98
Connor Bedard x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: smut, dom/sub undertones, slight praise kink, very slight degradation, leg humping, squirting
Word Count: 1k
You walked out of the bedroom to find Connor sitting on the couch, watching some movie that looked like it was mostly fighting and explosions, one you knew you wouldn't have any interest in. When you reached the threshold of the living room, you stopped, waiting for your boyfriend to greet you or invite you to sit with him, but he didn't even spare you a glance.
A frown tugged at your lips, but you stayed where you were for a moment, just watching him. You studied the way he was sitting, his relaxed body, his arm thrown across the back of the couch, his lap, wide open with the way he was man spreading. His t-shirt stretched tight across his chest, the sleeves showing off his big biceps.
You licked your lips and crossed the room, settling yourself right next to him, your legs pulled up under you on the couch.
"Hi," your voice was soft and low.
"Hey, baby," he kissed your temple, his hand settling on your hip.
It was sweet, affectionate, attentive even, but you could tell he was still mostly focused on the tv. You rested your head on his shoulder and slipped your fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. You tried to just stay there for a while, hoping he would catch on to your desire.
Unbeknownst to you, Connor already knew exactly what you wanted, he just had no interest in entertaining it at the moment. So he wasn't surprised when you started nipping and kissing his jaw. He barely reacted when you gripped at the waistband of his shorts.
He just swatted your hand away, "not now."
You whined, leaning your body into him so your boobs were pressed against his side.
"Knock it off," he patted your ass firmly, "you're too needy."
You huffed and slumped back against the couch, trying to listen to him and let the movie on the screen distract you. But after a while, your hips started squirming. Your bodily needs combined with the smell of your boyfriend's cologne and the warmth of his body, were taking over your brain.
He barely looked at you, but he could tell how hard you were trying to contain yourself, he could feel every deep breath you took, could practically sense the tears of frustration forming in your eyes.
He sighed and pulled the leg of his shorts up, exposing more of his thigh, "you can use my leg. That's all you're getting."
Your breath hitched and you quickly took your shorts and panties off, climbing onto his thigh frantically. He could feel your wetness on his skin immediately.
"So fuckin' needy," he mumbled, his eyes still on the tv, "so wet already and I didn't even do anything."
You didn't waste any time before you started moving your hips, grinding down onto his thigh. The pressure was delicious and you let out little moans every time your clit dragged just right against him.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked, one of his hands pressed against your back, the other still draped across the back of the couch lazily.
"Mhm," you whined, the heat already building in your stomach.
You gripped onto his shoulders, trying to get more leverage as you continued.
For the next few minutes, you felt like you were right on the edge of your orgasm, but that it was just out of reach. You were pushing your hips down against his leg as hard as you could, but you couldn’t find enough friction.
Connor noticed your frustrations, the way your nose scrunched up and your whimpers grew more pitiful, until they were almost pathetic.
"My poor girl," his voice was dripping with mock sympathy.
"Please," you gasped, "need more. Babe. Help me, please."
He considered his options for a moment, he could do something to help you, or he could let you suffer, give you no option but to keep going until you couldn’t stand it anymore. But he finally looked up at you, and one glance at your teary, pleading eyes broke his resolve.
He flexed his thigh, the muscles tensing. It changed the feeling so you were able to press your clit right against his firm muscle and you let out a loud moan.
"There you go," he encouraged, "just need so much from me, don't you? Always need my help," the smirk on his face only pushed you toward the edge faster, "can't do it alone. You need me so bad, don't you, baby?"
Your head fell forward and you cried out his name. You felt a warm gush of liquid between your legs as the pleasure washed over you, your juices squirting onto his skin.
"There it is. Good girl," he watched in admiration, "came so good just from humping my leg."
You slumped forward against his chest and he let you stay there for a couple minutes. But after a while, he gently pushed you up.
"Clean up your mess, baby," he guided you down onto your knees on the floor.
You stared up at him with wide eyes as he laced his fingers through your hair and brought your face closer to his thigh.
"Go ahead," he nodded, "lick up your mess like a good girl."
His words made your breath hitch, but you did as he said and leaned forward, licking your squirt off of his skin with big laps of your tongue. Once you licked up as much as you could, he pulled you back up onto the couch and settled you next to him, his arm around your shoulders.
"My good, needy girl," he kissed your forehead, then turned his attention back to the movie.
A/N - I looove writing about Connor. I get so many Will and Mack requests and I love them but writing about my Hawks is just extra special
Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, unprotected vaginal sex
Word Count: 2.2k
You'd been waiting for this day for what felt like forever. It was the first time in the last two weeks that Will had the full day off and would actually be able to spend the whole day with you. He'd been away on a road trip for the last few days and didn't get home until hours after you fell asleep last night.
Now, the morning sun was shining through the curtains, warming the soft skin of Will's bare chest, where your head rested. He was still half asleep, but his hand was already under your shirt, caressing your back. When he felt your body shift against him, he kissed your forehead.
"Morning, baby," he grumbled, his voice still rough from sleep.
You groaned, climbing onto him without opening your eyes. You were straddling his hips now, your cheek pressed to his chest. He chuckled, his hands moving to your ass.
"Comfy?" he asked.
You nodded, your hips moving in slow circles on top of his morning wood.
"Needy already?" he smiled.
"Missed you," you mumbled against his skin.
His hands kneaded the fat of your ass, "I missed you too, baby," he tilted his head to kiss your neck.
After a few minutes of slow grinding, he slipped his fingers under the hem of your panties and pulled them down your legs. He pushed his boxers down and kicked them off, releasing his hard dick and immediately lining up with your entrance. You pushed your hips back until he pressed into you. The stretch felt incredible after not having him inside you for almost a week.
"Oh," you sighed in satisfaction.
He gripped your ass but didn't bother to thrust, he just let you grind and swivel your hips on him. You were letting out soft moans while he whispered praises in your ear. When he felt himself getting close to the edge, he moved one hand between the two of you to press his fingers against your clit.
"Babe," you whined, grabbing his biceps.
"You're okay, baby," he whispered, "let go."
Your orgasm came in satisfying waves, your body clenching around Will's length. The feeling pushed Will over the edge and he came inside you with a low moan of your name.
For a few seconds, the two of you stayed in that position and tried to catch your breath, until he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over. He was still inside of you and already growing to fully hard again as he started thrusting into you. His pace was slow, his movements lazy, but it made both of you moan again.
"You feel so good," he muttered before capturing your lips in a kiss.
He was hitting your g-spot with every lazy thrust, bringing your second orgasm on quickly.
"Will," you gasped into his mouth, "I'm close."
"Already?" he teased, "you gonna cum again so soon?"
You whined, "y-yeah, feels so good."
"Go ahead, baby."
You let the pleasure take over your body, your fingers slipping into his hair as you moaned his name.
"That's it," he encouraged, "feels so good, doesn't it?"
You nodded, your body sinking into the mattress beneath you as he continued with his lazy thrusts.
"I love you," you whispered, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pulling his body as close to you as you could, "wanna do this all day."
That made him smirk, "yeah?" his thrusts became harder and more pointed, "you love my dick that much? Want it inside you all day? You wanna just have sex for hours? Not do anything else today?"
"Please, babe," you whined, "can we, please?"
"Of course we can, baby," he kissed your cheek, "whatever you want. You know I love being inside you."
His breathing grew heavy and ragged in your ear, the muscles in his arms tensing as his hips picked up speed. It wasn't long before he was moaning your name again, his thrusts growing sloppy until he buried himself all the way inside you and came.
"Fuck," he grunted, his nose pressed to your cheek, his teeth nipping at your jaw.
He let out a groan as he finally pulled out and slumped down on the bed next to you. He pulled you into his arms and you whined, already needy for your next orgasm.
"You're just insatiable, aren't you?" he muttered.
"Can't help it," your voice was high pitched and needy, "missed you so much. Don't wanna be done."
"We're not done, baby, don't worry," he flipped you so you were laying face down on the bed, and positioned himself behind you.
You gasped when he grabbed your ass with his big hands. He admired the sight of you like that for a while before he was pressing into you, stretching you around his big dick once again. He was more aggressive this time, his thrusts hard and fast, his touch rough. With every push inside of you, you could hear the loud slap of his hips against your ass. The slapping of skin combined with your high pitched moans to fill the room with a filthy harmony.
"So fucking hot, baby," Will groaned.
Your third climax came on suddenly, his words in that rough voice pushing you over the edge. You cried out his name, unable to do anything more than lay there and take it as he continued fucking you through it.
He repositioned himself so he was laying on top of you, his chest pressed against your back. His forearms were pressed against the bed on either side of your body to support his weight. He never slowed the pace of his hips, just kept fucking into you, even as you started to feel oversensitive and whine about it.
He leaned all of his weight onto his left arm so he could bring his right hand up and grip your hair. He pushed your face down into the pillow below you, muffling your sounds.
"Take it," he grunted, "that's it. Good girl."
You gripped the sheets so tight you thought they were going to rip beneath your fingers. Despite the fact that the noise was now muffled, you were still crying out at every one of his thrusts, your jaw slack and drool soaking the pillowcase.
You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew he was close.
"Please," you moaned loudly, purposely clenching your pussy around his dick to draw his orgasm from him.
The feeling had Will practically whimpering as he came, your pussy gripping him and milking the cum out of him.
"Shit," he cursed, and when he collapsed on top of your back, you thought it was over.
But he had other plans. You felt his weight suddenly disappear off your body, then the mattress shifted and his weight disappeared from the bed entirely. Before you could even lift your head or look over your shoulder to see what he was doing, you felt his hands on your legs. He flipped you over onto your back then dragged your body down the mattress until you were right at the edge of the bed. He stood between your legs, holding them open so he could admire you.
He stared at your swollen pussy, watching the way it pulsed as his cum dripped out of you.
"So pretty," he ran his fingers through the mess between your legs.
The touch made you twitch, instinctively trying to squirm away from him. But he kept a tight grip on your thigh, keeping you in place.
"Let me look at you, baby," he drawled.
You stared up at him, watching as he reached down to stroke his dick, which quickly started to harden again. You could see the way his chest moved with every deep breath he took.
You couldn't see the clock from where you were, but you were sure the two of you had been awake for hours now, and you'd done nothing but have sex. You weren't sure how he was still going. His stamina had always amazed you, but you'd never seen it quite like this before.
You lifted your hips up off the bed, a silent plea for more despite how sore you were. He smirked at the sight, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.
"Still?" he sounded genuinely shocked, "you're still this needy for my cock, baby?"
Your face burned with embarrassment at his words but you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him. His eyes were sharp and seemed to pierce right through you, his curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, his lips were parted, his breathing heavy. You loved seeing him like this, watching the sweat bead and trickle down his temple, his neck, his muscular chest and abdomen.
"I got you," he assured you, his voice deep and rough, "don't worry."
As soon as the head of his cock pressed into you, you were whimpering. The feeling was so overwhelming, but you wanted it so badly.
"Will," you whined pitifully, reaching out for him.
He kept one hand on the inside of your thigh, keeping you stretched open for him, and brought his other hand up to hold yours, his fingers slotting between yours. Your grip on his hand tightened when he started really thrusting.
Your pussy, which had already been filled with his cum numerous times, squelched with every inward push. The noise was loud and filthy, and only turned him on more.
With his hips still thrusting into you, he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb, pushing you to your limits.
"C'mon, baby, you got one more for me. I know you do."
You whined in response to his words.
"Give it to me, let me feel it," he encouraged breathlessly.
A few more thrusts and you were screaming his name, your climax intense and overwhelming. Your vision blurred as the white hot pleasure took over your body.
The next thing you were aware of was Will pulling you up into his arms, his dick still pulsing inside of you, filling you with the last of his cum.
He was still standing, now holding you so you were sitting up on the edge of the bed. He rubbed your back soothingly as he pulled out of you. The loss made you whimper and he shushed you, running his fingers through your hair.
"You're okay, sweetheart," he whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek, "I got you."
He kept you there for a while, letting you come down from the intensity of your last orgasm. Once you seemed to have caught your breath, he lifted you off the bed and carried you to the bathroom. With you still in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, he leaned into the shower and turned the water on. While he waited for the water to warm up, he set you on the counter next to the sink, but didn't let go of you. He kissed you gently, rubbing your back again.
After a couple minutes had passed, he carried you back to the shower, reaching in to make sure the water was warm enough. Once he decided he was satisfied with the temperature, he stepped inside.
"Do you think you can stand up, babe?" he asked gently.
"Um, sure," you agreed hesitantly.
He set you down slowly, not letting go of your waist even after your feet were on the ground, "you okay?"
You took a second to steady yourself and nodded, still holding onto his arms. He kissed your forehead and helped you step under the water. He waited until your hair was thoroughly wet, then reached over to grab your shampoo. You let him turn you around so he could lather it into your hair, then rinse it carefully. He repeated the action with your conditioner, working it through the length of your hair with gentle fingers.
After he was done with your hair, he grabbed his own body wash, the one that gave him that distinct smell you loved so much. He used it on both of you, enveloping you in a scent that was so undeniably him. It seemed to calm your body naturally, and you leaned into his hold.
"How you feeling, sweet girl?" he asked quietly.
"Really good," you responded dreamily, pressing your forehead against his chest.
"You ready to get out?"
With your nod of confirmation, he turned off the water and guided you out of the shower. He wrapped your body in a big, fluffy towel, before wrapping one around his own waist.
After giving you a few more loving kisses, he got your hairbrush out of the drawer and brushed your hair gently, his every move deliberate and careful.
You watched him through the mirror, your eyes shining with love and admiration.
"I love you," you told him.
The words made him look up from his work, meeting your eyes in the reflection, "I love you too," he whispered, then pressed a kiss to your temple.
Once he was done brushing your hair, he turned you around to face him and pulled you into a deep kiss, his hands cupping your face. When he pulled back from the kiss, you stood up on your tiptoes and started kissing along his jawline.
With his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you back just enough so he could look down at you with a smirk, "you ready for more?"
hey i'm writing a drabble for malcolm todd is it okay if i use your piece ab ben kindel called treat as inspo? like the mall and not being allowed to touch readers boobs in public??
hello!! i love all your kinky ass smut. i’ve been exploring and i love reading about them ngl. can i request one where the reader is will smith’s gf and he’s using a remote control vibrator on her while both of them are out to dinner with mack. maybe he joins later but that’s up to you as to how long you wanna make this. thank you!!!
Dinner - WM271
Boyfriend!Will Smith Hockey x girlfriend!reader x Macklin Celebrini
Warnings: smut, threesome, dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex
Word Count: 2.1k
Will had been asking for weeks, trying to convince you that it would be fun and nothing would go wrong. He promised over and over that he would make sure you were safe and comfortable the whole time.
You finally agreed, only because you were feeling needier than usual, and you guys were just going to dinner with Macklin, who you were comfortable with.
So now you were sitting in a booth next to Will while Mack sat across from you. Your boyfriend had his phone sitting on his lap, the screen open to the app that controlled the vibrator inside of you.
It was currently buzzing at a constant, low speed. You were sure your face was flushed red, but you felt like you were doing a good job of staying composed. You were keeping up with the conversation and eating your meal like normal.
Will must have noticed that, because you saw him reach down to click something on his phone. A second later, you felt the speed of the vibration increase inside of you. You let out a deep breath and shifted slightly. Mack seemed to notice, he studied you for a few seconds, but you managed to compose yourself and he looked back at his plate.
You looked at your boyfriend, trying to tell him how vulnerable you felt using just your eyes. He seemed to understand, because he put his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin soothingly. After a few seconds, he squeezed your thigh and glanced over at you, silently checking in with you. You took a deep breath and gave a slight nod.
He kept the vibrator at the same speed for the rest of dinner and you thought you were in the clear; you thought this was it, just something fun for Will that would make sure you were extra needy and ready for him when the two of you got home. You thought that would be all. But then dessert came, and suddenly the vibrator was turned up. You couldn't tell what speed it was on anymore, but you knew he had skipped a few.
You were squirming in your seat and pressing yourself as close to Will as you could get. Macklin could tell something was wrong just based on the fact that you were barely eating any of the dessert. Usually, if the three of you shared a dessert, you were all fighting over it, since you all loved sweets. But tonight, you only took a couple bites and left the rest for the boys.
"You okay, y/n?" Mack asked, "you hardly ate any dessert." He was clearly worried that you were sick or something.
"I'm fine," you insisted, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder.
He gave you a skeptical look, but dropped it for the moment, turning his attention back to the dessert.
By the time the waiter brought the check, which Macklin had insisted on picking up, you felt tears brimming in your eyes and the blush on your cheeks spreading down to your neck. Will rubbed your back, which was deceptively sweet, because a moment later, just as Mack was signing the check and you were sure you were in the clear, he turned the vibrator up to the highest speed.
You couldn't stop the whimper that fell from your mouth as you practically collapsed forward onto the table. One of your hands gripped the edge of the table, the other reaching out for Will, who was watching you with a smirk and a boner that was straining against the front of his pants.
Macklin furrowed his eyebrows, looking between you and his best friend, "okay, seriously, what's going on?"
Will didn't say anything, he just slid his phone across the table for him to see. Your head was still on the table, your thighs squeezed together. The heat in your stomach was building to levels you couldn't handle for much longer.
Mack looked at the screen of Will's phone, studying it for a moment before realization dawned on him, "oh," he smirked, looking at you again, his eyes studying you in a different way now.
Your head was still down, so you couldn't see the look on his face, but your boyfriend did.
He smiled at his friend, "go ahead," he nodded toward the phone, "adjust it, see how she reacts."
The younger boy's eyes flickered between you, your boyfriend, and the phone. He hesitated for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips. He picked up the phone and looked over the screen.
You heard him click something, then felt the vibrations inside you change. Rather than a strong, steady vibration, it was now pulsing.
"O-oh," you choked on a whimper, your body convulsing.
Mack's smile widened, "wow."
"Right?" Will agreed.
"Will," you whined, grabbing his arm and squeezing.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
"N-need to go home," you managed to look up at him, the tears on your lashes shining in the dim light of the restaurant, "please."
"Okay, princess," he kissed your forehead. He paused, looking between you and Macklin, "do you want Mack to come with us?"
The question took you by surprise. You pressed your body closer to your boyfriend and looked at his best friend across the table with wide eyes. Mack looked back at you, his expression wanting, but soft, not predatory.
You looked back up at Will, "Mack?" you whispered.
"Yeah," he answered gently, "do you want Mack to come home with us?"
"Okay," you agreed quietly.
The car ride home was absolute torture. You were sitting in the passenger seat and Will was driving, so Mack was sitting in the backseat with Will's phone in his hand, constantly changing the speed and pulse setting of the vibrator. You had tears in your eyes, your hands were gripping the leather of the seat, and you were almost constantly whining. Your boyfriend kept his hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin soothingly. Mack had a permanent smile on his face, his eyes glued to your every reaction every time he changed the setting.
When the car was finally parked in front of the house, both of the boys got out quickly. You stayed in your seat, your thighs squeezed together, until Will opened your door. You stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Will you carry me?" you asked, your voice shaky, "please."
"C'mere, baby," he picked you up bridal style and carried you into the house.
Mack followed behind you two all the way to the bedroom, where Will sat down on the bed and positioned you on his lap so you were straddling him. The other boy climbed onto the bed behind you, his chest pressed against your back.
"You're such a good girl, aren't you?" Macklin whispered in your ear as his hands traveled up your sides.
You whined, leaning back into his touch. Your boyfriend watched with a smile as his best friend kissed the side of your neck and your jaw. He saw the way you melted into his touch, the way you welcomed his hands and lips on your body.
"Mack," you whined. Will slid his hands under your skirt, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties. He could just barely feel the vibrations coming from the vibrator that was still inside of you. "Will," you cried out desperately.
"You wanna lay down, princess?"
You could only nod. Mack moved back so Will had room to lay you flat on your back.
With your head propped up on the pillow, you were now staring up at both boys. They were both sitting on their knees, looking down at you, their eyes clearly admiring the sight of your squirming body.
Will flipped your skirt up and pulled your panties off, revealing the silicone string of the vibrator that was sticking out of you. You lifted your hips off the bed, a silent plea for attention, or maybe help.
Instead of giving you what he knew you wanted, Will worked on taking off your top, then your bra, leaving you with just your skirt still bunched up around your waist.
"Wow," Macklin said breathlessly, "she's beautiful."
The smile on Will's face was one of pure pride, "yeah, she is."
"Can I?" Mack asked for permission to touch you.
Will nodded, so he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasped at the sensation, and he started squeezing your boob that he wasn't working with his mouth. Your back arched off the bed and you cried out, your orgasm hitting you suddenly.
"So pretty, princess," Will said softly. He gently caressed up your inner thigh until he reached your throbbing core.
When the vibrator was finally pulled out of you, you let out a strangled sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.
"My sweet girl," your boyfriend whispered, turning the vibrator off and tossing it aside.
Mack was still working on your tits, so Will leaned over the other boy's body to kiss you, but only for a few seconds. Soon enough, he was pulling back and undressing himself, revealing his toned body and hard dick. You barely had time to admire the sight before he pulled your skirt off, lined up with your already sore entrance, and pushed inside.
His thrusts were deep and steady, hard but not fast. You were moaning loudly, the feeling of his dick hitting your g-spot with so much force was quickly bringing on another orgasm.
"B-babe," you gasped.
"Yeah, princess?" he responded, now gripping your thighs.
"Want Mack," you admitted with wide eyes, causing the younger boy to lift his head from where he'd been sucking on your nipple.
"What do you want from Mack, baby?" Will asked.
"Want... wanna taste," you confessed bashfully.
"Ask him, princess," Will instructed.
"Mack... c-can I?" you looked at him with nervous eyes, as if he might say no.
"Of course you can, pretty girl," Mack pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before he sat up to undress himself.
You admired each new inch of his muscular body as he revealed it to you, and licked your lips when he finally released his cock.
"You ready?" he asked, positioning himself on his knees next to your head.
When you nodded, he guided his dick toward your mouth. You leaned over and took him in eagerly. The taste of him on your tongue made you whine around him. You redoubled your efforts, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down on his length.
"Such a pretty mouth," he praised, stroking your cheek.
Will was still thrusting into you, now watching you suck Macklin's dick with a satisfied smile.
"Good girl, princess," your boyfriend said breathlessly.
You were looking between the two men, your eyes wide and teary. Being filled from both ends was a type of overwhelming you'd never felt before, but you were loving every second of this.
All three of your orgasms were quickly approaching, the room filled with the sound of the boys' moans as well as the wet sounds of your pussy.
"Gonna cum," Mack gasped, thrusting into your mouth as gently as he could, "wanna cum on your pretty tits. Can I cum on your chest, baby?"
You managed a nod and Macklin pulled out of your mouth, jerking himself off quickly until he came, the sticky white splattering across the soft skin of your boobs.
The sight before him made Will moan. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts and released inside of you, coating your insides with his cum.
All of the sensations combined brought on your second orgasm. Your whole body shook and you cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy.
Will pulled out of you and laid down on the bed beside you, kissing your face gently and whispering soft praises against your skin. Mack scrambled off the bed, coming back a few minutes later with a wet washcloth. He cleaned you gently, ridding your skin of their cum.
"I-I love you both," you whispered, your eyes only half open at that point.
"We love you too, baby," Will said gently.
You ended up sandwiched between both of them, Will spooning you from behind and your face tucked into Mack's neck. Both of them pressed gentle kisses to your skin and made sure all three of your bodies stayed tucked close together.
You knew you'd have to have a real conversation about the fact that you and your boyfriend just had sex with his best friend, but for now, you just let yourself drift off to sleep, comforted by the warmth of their bodies on each side of you.
So ik this is like a much more niche and more out there kink and a lottt of ppl have very different opinions on it but would you write ageplay with any of the ppl you write for?
I would be open to writing non-sexual ageplay, but I’m not comfortable writing it in a sexual context. If you have an idea for someone involving non-sexual ageplay feel free to send a request, just try to be as specific as possible!
hi!! i love your writing sm! can you write about puppy macklin??
Puppy - MC71
Puppy!Macklin Celebrini x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex
Word Count: 1.6k
You were standing in the kitchen, in the middle of baking cookies, when you heard the sound of quick footsteps coming down the hall. You turned to see Macklin practically barreling into the room, his socked feet sliding across the wood floor until he bumped into the counter top.
"Woah," you laughed, "careful, babe."
He just gave you a big, giddy smile, "hi. What are you doing?"
"Making cookies," you told him.
His eyes lit up, "cookies?!"
You nodded.
"Chocolate chip?" he asked hopefully.
"Mhm," you confirmed.
"Oh my god," he wrapped his arms around your waist, "I'm so excited."
You laughed again and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "you're hyper today, huh?"
He nuzzled his face into your shoulder.
"My puppy's just so excited to have a treat later, isn't he?" you ran your hand through his hair.
A little giggle escaped him and you felt him nod in confirmation.
"Why don't you go sit down so I can get these done faster?" you suggested.
He pouted at you for a second, but turned and scurried away to sit on the couch, peaking over to watch you move around the kitchen every few minutes.
About half an hour later, the cookies were done baking and were sitting on a cooling rack on the counter, "Mack!" you called out.
Barely a second passed before he was rushing into the kitchen, tripping over his own feet in his haste.
"Hi," he smiled brightly.
"You want a cookie?" you offered, gesturing to the cookies on the counter.
"Can I?" his eyes sparkled.
You nodded, "just be careful, they're still warm."
He picked up the biggest cookie he could find and took a big, greedy bite. His eyes fluttered closed at the taste, and once he swallowed the bite, he moaned, a loud, dramatic sound that made you smile.
"Good?"
"Mhm," he nodded excitedly, "so good, mommy."
"Yeah?"
He nodded again and pressed himself closer to you, "you're the best. Always make the best cookies."
You smiled at him, "I'm glad you like them, puppy."
He kept himself pressed against your side as he ate the rest of his cookie. Then once he'd finished, he started rubbing his nose against your jawline and letting out little whines.
"Mommy," he whispered.
"Yeah, baby?"
He tugged on your shorts, "can I have another treat?"
"You want another cookie?" you asked, though you knew that wasn't what he meant.
"No," he whined dramatically, "want a different treat."
"What kinda treat?"
"Like..." his cheeks turned slightly red and blotchy, "my favorite kind."
You brought your hand up to his jaw, "yeah?" your voice was lower now.
"Please?"
"Come on then, puppy," you took his hand and started to lead him to the bedroom, but as soon as he realized where you were going, he sped up until he was practically dragging you behind him.
He pulled you into the room and down onto the bed with him, grabbing at you and kissing you, his movements almost frantic.
"Such an eager puppy," you giggled, which made him blush.
You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. He whined, that cute little pout forming on his lips. You slid your hands under his shirt to feel his muscles under your palms. His hands were tugging on your shorts again, a silent request.
"You wanna taste me, baby?"
His response was a nod so frantic you thought his head might fall off. You smiled down at him and lifted your hips up so he could pull your shorts down just enough to reveal that you weren't wearing anything underneath. He gasped and his eyes flickered up to yours. You swore he was practically drooling now.
"Mommy," he whispered, his voice dripping with awe.
"How do you want it?"
"W- I want..." he paused, his eyes darting around and his fingers fiddling with your shorts that were still around your thighs, "I uh, w-well maybe, I... I don't know."
You stayed quiet, trying to give him time to get the words together. While you waited, you pushed his shirt up to just under his armpits, exposing his toned chest. That just made him trip over his words even more.
"You want me to decide for you?" you offered.
He nodded, so you flipped the two of you over so you were laying flat on your back. You reached down to push your shorts the rest of the way off, then spread your legs and put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down until he was right in front of your wet core. He took a deep breath and licked his lips.
"Go ahead, puppy," you encouraged, "be a good boy and make me feel good."
He didn't need to be told twice. He leaned in and licked a fat stripe through your folds. You let out a soft, satisfied sigh when he slipped his tongue inside of you, collecting as much of your slick as he could get. He let out little whines as he worked, clearly enjoying the taste of you.
When he moved his focus from your entrance to your clit, your hips bucked off the bed. You reached down to thread your fingers through his floppy hair, tugging on it when he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking.
"Oh," you moaned, "that's a good boy."
Your words clearly spurred him on. He sucked harder, moving his head back and forth in quick motions, clearly eager to please. You could feel him smirking against you when you started grinding against his face.
"Such a good boy," you said breathlessly.
"Please," he whined against you.
He redoubled his efforts, and seconds later, you were pulling on his hair and crying out his name, your back arching off the bed. He licked your clit gently now, working you through your climax until you sank back into the bed with a sigh.
Mack scrambled to crawl up the bed, pressing himself so close to you, you thought your bodies might fuse together. His hard dick strained against his pants and poked your thigh. He didn’t bring any attention to it, but you could feel how needy he was, and you wanted it too.
"Mackie," you whispered, threading your fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp.
"Hm?"
"You're not done," you told him, your fingers slipping under the waistband of his sweats.
That seemed to send a spark through him. He sat up instantly and undressed as quickly as you'd ever seen. Once he was naked, he positioned himself on top of you and reached down to line himself up with your entrance, looking at you with hopeful eyes.
"Go ahead, puppy," you nodded, wrapping an arm around his neck and playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
He didn't waste any time before pushing inside of you. When he bottomed out, he let out a whimper and collapsed on top of you. He had to force his weight up just enough to be able to thrust into you, whining loudly as he did.
"Such a good boy," you moaned.
His thrusts sped up, his movements desperate.
You reached down to rub your clit, but he whined and pawed at your hand until you moved it away. He used the pads of his fingers to rub circles on the sensitive bud, his thrusts growing sloppy.
"M-mommy, please," he gasped, "gonna cum, please, can I?" His fingers were still working your clit, more frantically now.
You nodded, "give it to me, puppy."
He gave a few more thrusts, then buried himself as deep inside of you as he could, "mommy," he gasped as he released inside of you. His breathing was heavy now and he was barely holding himself up, but he didn't stop rubbing your clit until he felt you clench around his softening dick and moan in pleasure. Only after he worked you through your second orgasm did he let himself slump down on the bed next to you.
You took a second to catch your breath, then pulled him against your side. One of your hands played with his hair, your other hand rubbing his back soothingly.
"Good boy," you whispered, "my good puppy."
He nuzzled into your neck, whining happily and pressing kisses to your skin.
"You did such a good job for me, baby."
"I did?" he looked up at you with hopeful eyes.
You smiled, "yeah, you did."
"So can I have another cookie?"
That made you laugh, "sure, puppy."
His face lit up and he gave you a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek before he jumped up off the bed and scurried out to the kitchen, still naked. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight when he walked back into the bedroom, unapologetically naked and eating a chocolate chip cookie.
You practically melted when he held a second cookie out towards you and you realized he got one for you too.
"For me?" you asked.
He nodded, his eyes glued to your face.
"Oh, my sweet boy," you took the cookie from him, "thank you, baby."
His smile was bright and proud, "you're welcome," he climbed back into the bed and settled in next to you, his head resting on your shoulder, "I love you," he told you between big bites of his cookie.
"I love you too," you kissed the top of his head, "my sweet puppy."
A/N - puppy!mack is much more hyper than puppy!ben
Your work day was horrible; your coworkers were bitchy, your boss yelled at you for no reason, and the work was extra heavy on your shoulders today.
Not to mention, you were at the peak of your ovulation. So every little thing that kept you at work longer than necessary pissed you off. All you wanted was Ben.
Your sweet boyfriend, who'd given you a long kiss that morning as his morning wood pressed into you. You knew it wasn't his fault, that he had no way of knowing that he just sparked every single arousable neuron in your brain into high gear.
"Have a great day at work baby," he said in a sleepy murmur, his voice slightly rough. He gave you a little smile, his eyes still heavy.
And at work, your body was just replaying that sensation over and over and over. Making you helplessly needy, thinking about him all throughout your day.
Least helpful of all, was when Ben sent you a picture of him. In his gear from the waist down, shirtless and sweaty in the mirror. With his ever present sweet smile.
"Can't wait to see you. Practice was tough." His text read.
It was the cherry on top. You started getting frustrated, all the emotions from the day building up inside you. You needed to get out of here, to go see him.
And then it was finally, finally time to clock out.
You rushed out, probably violating multiple traffic laws, but you were way too focused on getting home to care. On getting to him.
As soon as the door to your apartment slammed shut behind you, Ben's voice called out.
"That you, sweetheart?" he said as he padded down the stairs.
When he stopped on the landing, his expression softened at your obviously agitated state. His took a careful step forward, opening his arms.
"Hey," he said softly, "Come here?"
You rushed into his arms, letting him hold you tight. You babbled on about how awful your day was, how everyone was mean and everything was terrible. Then, you started going into how badly you'd been needing him all day. Since that morning, when he'd been so desirable, sleepy and hard for you.
Ben listened, stroking your back and kissing your head. At the mention of you being needy, his instincts kicked in immediately. His desire to take care of you outweighing any other need he had prior.
It was his favorite thing, taking care of you. Ben felt like it was his life purpose, to make sure you had a smile on your face and that you were happy. He took pleasure in the fact that he could be there for you, and that he could do whatever it took to make you feel that way.
"I'm so sorry sweetheart. Let me take care of you. I promise I'll make it all better," he whispered into your ear, slowly reaching down to lift you into his arms.
You went willingly, letting a soft sigh of relief leave you as you settled against him.
Ben walked you to your shared bedroom, setting you down carefully on the edge of the bed. He kneeled on the floor, reaching up to pull down your work uniform. You lifted your hips to help him, sliding out of your pants and underwear. A soft gasp left you as the air in the bedroom hit your sensitive skin, already thrumming with the tension that had been present all day.
"Oh pretty girl," Ben said as he stroked your inner thighs, "You've been needing me all day huh?"
You nodded, spreading your legs as you laid back fully onto the bed. Ben's arms came to wrap around your thighs, opening you up to him fully. You heard him sigh softly, his breath ghosting over your center. Your slick entrance was impossibly inviting to him, drawing him in as his focused narrowed.
Ben pressed soft kisses to the insides of your thighs, slowly making his way upward. You whined impatiently, trying to push closer to him.
"Ben, please! I can't wait any longer- I've been dying all day," you huff out, your heels digging into his back to pull him to you.
Ben hummed softly, leaning in closer.
"I know, I know- sorry baby. You're just so pretty to look at, can't help myself," he said before he licked a long stripe from bottom to top.
You let out a long moan of relief, your legs going lax in his grip.
Ben didn't waste anymore more time teasing. His tongue licked all over your core, devoting attention to your folds and delving inside to taste you. He pressed deep, fucking his tongue into you. He whimpered softly against you, desperately trying to touch every last inch of you.
"Mmm... sweetheart- taste so good. Love your pussy so much," his voice muffled by the heat of you pressed against his face.
You were groaning softly, each flick of his tongue feeling like a soothe on your frayed nerves. He was methodically fixing everything bad that had happened today, calming your mind to where you'd wanted it to be all day.
He was gentle in his ministrations, but deliberate where he touched you. He knew every little thing that made you gasp, what made you cry out or sigh softly.
And Ben couldn't get enough. Your taste was his favorite thing in the world, and he was happy to stay kneeled between your thighs as long as possible.
"So sweet- ngh- tastes so, so sweet," he whined softly, his brow furrowing slightly as he pulled you closer to his mouth.
He started to suckle on your clit, slowly circling his tongue against it as he did. The soft, wet sounds of his mouth were loud in the room. The sensation of his warmth pressed so tightly against you was the comfort you'd been searching for.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to hold yourself back, to just stay rooted in the delicious sensations of his attentive mouth worshipping you. You were starting to crest, your orgasm approaching as he pulled it softly from you.
Ben felt your tells; your thighs tightening around his head, your body shivering against him.
He whined again, flicking his tongue against you with more urgency.
"Are you gonna cum honey? Gonna cum for me? Please, please cum for me. Wanna taste it so bad," he pleaded, one of his hands sliding down your thigh to press against your entrance.
Ben's fingers filled you, your gasp was loud as he gently pushed in and out of you. Working you toward your edge, his focus absolute.
With a final few suckles of his lips on your clit and a few pumps of his fingers, you were crying out softly. Cumming hard on his fingers as the pent up frustration from the day finally snapped.
Ben groaned into you, feeling your walls clench desperately around his fingers as your climax hit. He slipped them out of you, replacing them with his warm tongue. He swirled it inside you, trying to lap up every ounce of you that he could. He was pressed so deep into you he could barely breathe, panting between his desperate attempts to drink you in.
"Hnghhh... so- good-" he moaned softly, "could just stay here... forever... tasting my sweet girl."
He lapped at you until you were trembling, only then pulling away from you with a resigned whine. He pressed his fingers into his mouth, tasting what was left from when they'd been inside you.
Ben's curls tickled softly at your inner thigh as he rested his head against it, catching his breath as he watched your cunt pulse softly. Your glistening folds captivating him, his eyes fixed on your perfect pussy.
"So pretty..." he whispered, pressing a wet, open mouth kiss to your leg.
You shuddered softly in the aftermath, your body feeling languid and satisfied.
"Thank you, Benny. Making me feel so good. I feel so much better," you murmured, reaching your arms down.
Ben accepted the invitation, crawling up your body to wrap you in a big hug.
"God, of course. You know I'd do that everyday. Whenever you want. All the time. Just... love taking care of my girl. So perfect, so pretty, so sweet," Ben whispered against you, crushing you into his embrace.
He kept you wrapped up with him for a long time, his voice a soothing murmur as he assured you that the awful day was over. That you were with him now, safe and comfortable in his arms. He told you about his day, keeping your mind off yours, and made you laugh with him. Ben smiled widely as you laughed, fondly watching as his girl started to come back into herself. Intensely satisfied that he was the one who saved you from that nightmare of a day.
hihihihihihihihi :p can you maybe pretty please write more puppy ben he’s literally the cutesttt
Pet - BK81
Puppy!Ben Kindel x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics
Word Count: 881
You and Ben had been laying on the couch all morning, movies that neither of you really cared about playing on the tv as background noise.
He was pressed against your side, using your boobs as a pillow. Occasionally, he'd press kisses to your cleavage or nuzzle his nose between your boobs just to feel the soft, warm skin.
Your hand had been in his hair, but as you moved it down to graze over the skin of his bare back, he let out a little whine. The sound was muffled against your chest but the excitement he got from the feeling of your hand on his bare skin couldn't be contained. He pushed his hips against your side, his hard dick poking you as if it was asking for attention itself.
You smiled at him, "you happy, baby?"
He whined louder this time, his hand clutching the bottom of your tank top.
"Tell me what you want, puppy," you said, your voice low and sultry.
He looked up at you with those big, needy eyes, "want you, mommy. Please. Need your help."
You couldn't resist that little pout, so you leaned down and kissed him, repositioning your bodies as you did. Once you had him laying on his back while you laid on your side next to him, you pulled back from the kiss to look at him.
He was only wearing a pair of little black boxer briefs, his dick straining against the fabric. His thighs, big and muscular, tensed as he held back the urge to thrust his hips. His toned chest was rising and falling rapidly with each desperate breath he took. He was looking at you like you had the answers to everything, like you could solve his every problem.
You could solve his current problem, but you weren't going to make it that easy for him.
You slid your fingers up his thigh, your touch light and teasing. He let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't say anything. Your lips tugged into a smirk as you traced the outline of his erection with the tip of your finger. The whine that came from him almost made you giggle.
"Shh," you brought your other hand up to play with his hair, "just relax and let me pet you, puppy."
You started really petting him then, your open palm rubbing his dick through the thin fabric of his underwear. His breathing picked up and he gripped the sheets in hopes of grounding himself.
"Feel good?" you asked, your voice soft in his ear.
He tried to nod, but his movements were jerky and his response was mostly just a whimper.
"Such a sweet puppy," you whispered, "my good boy."
His back arched off the couch, more pitiful whines falling from his lips. You watched the way his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip to hold back his sweet little noises.
"Hey," you pulled his lip out from between his teeth, "let me hear you."
"Mommy," he gasped and turned his head, trying to hide in your neck.
"Look at you," you smiled, your hand that wasn't petting his cock was now stroking his cheek, "my pretty puppy."
Your eyes caught on the way his dick twitched and it made you smirk. You let a finger graze over his tip and watched the way his body convulsed. You could see the muscles in his thighs and abdomen clench and you knew he was probably holding back his orgasm.
"Look at you," your voice was smug and satisfied, "all worked up, twitching and whining just from a little petting."
"'M sorry, mommy," he whined, looking up at you with teary eyes, "can't help it. I-I'm so sorry."
"Oh puppy," you kissed his temple, "don't be sorry. I know it feels good. You like when I pet you, don't you?"
"Yes," he gasped, "feels so good."
Your hand drifted down to his balls, "you wanna cum for me, baby?"
He whined loudly at that, his hips thrusting up in search of friction, "please," he cried.
You could see the precum soaking through his thin underwear now, "go ahead, puppy," you started to stroke his dick more firmly, almost gripping it through the fabric, "be a good boy and cum for mommy."
His hips pushed up into your touch and he moaned loudly, his usually deep voice now sounding much more high pitched, "m-mommy," you watched his cum soak through the front of his boxers.
"That's it, such a good puppy for mommy," you worked him through his orgasm, then ran your hands through his hair to help him come down.
He leaned into you heavily, seeking out the warmth and comfort of your body.
"You okay, baby?" you asked with a kiss to his head.
"Mhm," he nuzzled his face into your side.
You smiled down at him, "I love you."
"Love you too," his words were muffled.
You loved cuddling with him like this, when he got extra soft and sweet after an orgasm. You could stay like that all day. But you knew Ben would be between your legs in just a few minutes, he would absolutely never let you give him an orgasm without making sure he pleased you too.
