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paper soldier…
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୨ ❝ LESSON OF THE DAY : KEEP RAGEBAITING YOUR HEARTS OUT. ❞ ๑ slytherin boys x f!reader (xvarious)
๑ summary : just ragebaiting the Slytherin boys to the fullest. Mostly sabotaging their games, of course. ➜ fluff , smau hp masterlist ୨୧ # cursing, crackfic, reader bullying the Slytherin boys(not in a bad way, of course!), the Weasley twins and harry supporting reader, etc (potentially a series)
๑ ❝ slyther-ing my way to your bed ❞ gang includes ; draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, and lorenzo berkshire
baby daddy!pope who does not play around when it comes to you getting some rest. at this point, you have two babies under two years old entirely his fault and your coveted naps are few and far between.
you’re in a state by the time he gets home. your sweats are low on your hips, your face is puffy from exhaustion as you bounce your youngest who’s babbling at you on your hip. your oldest is having a full blown tantrum. the screaming and crying doesn’t phase you anymore, you only turn your nose up at andrew when he comes inside still smelling like adrenaline and god knows what else after meeting with his brothers. he’s grabbing your pudgy baby out of your arms almost immediately— “go lay down, momma. i can handle ‘em.”
usually you insist that he cleans up first before handling your terrible yet adorable offspring, but you’re drained. as you walk towards the bedroom, you hear andrew approaching your almost two year old who’s still worked up into a screaming fit and throwing toys. his footsteps are light, his voice is gentle.
“what’s going on, kid? woke up and decided to put your momma through hell today? that’s not very nice— she does a lot for ya.”
you may be shattered but you still manage to allow a bashful smile to tug at your lips. he’ll for sure be getting something for being so sweet later… if you both can manage to find the time.
𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - The boys try to use Legilimency on Y/N to test Tom’s devotion, but it backfires when Tom proves he’s been watching the whole time.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - It literally came to me when I was in the bathroom
oneshots | ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ!ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
KEEP TALKING, PROFESSOR!
SUMMARY: sucking off Professor Riddle while he's talking to a student. that's the summary. have fun. ;)
WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT. nasty nasty stuff. messy blowjob. exhibitionism, rough oral m!receiving, teasing, slight dumbification, he watches you in the mirror, choking on it, MESSY blowjob again bc I MEAN it, wtf is wrong with me genuinely, reader LOVES gagging on it, cumming in mouth, face slapping, cockwarming
AUTHOR'S NOTE: sometimes I question my sanity while writing these. then I get horny. then I remember yall love me. then, I hit the post button.
wordcount: 3,1k
Your knees ache, dark bruises blooming beneath the thin skin above your joints as you scrape against the rough, worn-down wooden panels of his study. You`ve been here for no more than twenty minutes—not wasting time with unnecessary talking before you sank to your knees and crawled underneath his desk, eager fingers fumbling with the metal of his belt.
Whatever this is between you two—it has shifted into something more than originally intended.
Just once, he said. One time, to improve your grade—he'd sworn to it. To himself more than to you. But one time didn't just stay one time. After two weeks of trying to convince himself he didn't crave you as much as you craved him, his resolve finally shattered.
That very day, he ordered you to stay behind after class ended, and not two minutes later, you were bent over his desk at the front of the classroom, skirt bunched around your waist, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising grip as his cock slid inside you with one ruthless thrust.
TEXTS…
jack abbot x controversially young gf!reader
18+ minors do not interact
warnings: female reader, age gap, reader is mid 20s, mention of smut kind of
Dom!Johnny!cade x fem!reader
Johnny ruts into you from behind, panting heavily, “you think you could give me one more, sugar? Hm?” He pants out, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He chuckles and shakes his head as he realizes you’re in your own little world, babbling and moaning with your face buried in the mattress. He grips your hair and pulls your head back. That sure snaps you out of it. “Whattt?” You whine, Johnny leans forward and wraps his arm around your neck, putting you into a headlock position. “Think you could squirt for me?” He whispers into your ear. You whine, letting your head loll forward. “Can’t anymore..all out..” Johnny groans and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, holding it dangerously close to your asscheek “I’ll burn you, I swear to god.” He whispers. You know he will, because he’s done it before. You hesitate but nod. Johnny ruts deeper into you, trying to force it out of you. Johnny’s grip tightens, his breath warm against your ear as he pulls you up just enough for you to meet his eyes in the dim light. “C’mon,” he murmurs, voice rough but coaxing now, not demanding. “Give me just a little more.” You shake your head weakly, overwhelmed, but he only smirks—half-teasing, half-triumphant. “That’s my girl,” he says, dragging his thumb along your lower back before guiding you up so your back is pressed against his chest. Johnny’s arm stays firm across your chest as he pulls you upright, keeping you balanced against him. You can feel his breath on your neck—hot, uneven, frustrated and amused all at once. “Drift off on me again,” he murmurs, voice low like a warning, “and I’m gonna start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.”You blink hard, trying to pull yourself back into your body. Everything feels hazy, too warm, too much. His grip in your hair is embarrassing in how quickly it clears your head, and he knows it. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice when he adds, “There she is.”Your hands scramble weakly against the sheets, trying to brace yourself. Johnny’s free hand skims down your hip, slow, deliberate, claiming its space like he owns it.“You’re really done?” he asks, not mocking—genuinely curious, though you can hear the challenge buried underneath. “Tapped out?” You nod, breath shaking. “I… I think so.” Johnny exhales a rough sigh against your shoulder, part annoyance, part admiration. “You kill me, you know that?” he mutters. “Absolutely wreck me.” The mattress dips as he shifts behind you, pulling you tighter against him. His forehead presses to the back of your neck—an unexpected moment of closeness that steals the rest of your air. Then the cigarette comes into view again, dangling lazily from his fingers. You can’t see his expression, but you can feel the grin when he murmurs, “And here I was thinking you might surprise me.” You tense, instinctively aware of the heat hovering too close to your skin. Johnny feels it—the way your breath hitches—and chuckles quietly. “Easy,” he says, brushing it just close enough to make goosebumps rise, but not touching. “I’m not gonna mark you again… not unless you ask.” Your voice barely works. “Johnny…” “Relax.” His tone softens, almost unexpectedly. “I got you.” He guides you back down to the mattress with slow, deliberate control, the kind that leaves no room for doubt or guessing. His hand slides from your hair to your back, pressing between your shoulder blades in a grounding way rather than a punishing one. “You gave me more than enough,” he mutters, almost to himself. “More than I expected.” The cigarette flicks away somewhere behind him. The room smells like smoke and sweat and the faintest hint of something gentler beneath his rough edges. Johnny settles over you, not demanding anything now, just holding, breathing against your skin, letting the adrenaline ebb out of his muscles. “Stay with me,” he says quietly. Not an order this time. A request.
absolutely CRAVING sugarbaby!dallas smut😭
like reader comes home and instantly he’s just humping her, kinda like with that two-bit fic, while kissing all over her neck and begging for her to let him have at her.
────۶ৎ spoiled rotten
or... dallas getting himself way too wind up just by thinking things through.
warnings : smut<3
ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: enjoy your food, my children🙏
♱ *ೃ.⋆
It's one of those heavy, golden afternoons in your palatial estate—marble floors cool under bare feet, sunlight pooling across imported rugs, everything quiet and still except for the faint hum of the AC and the occasional, restless groan from Dallas Winston, stretched out like a lazy tomcat on your velvet chaise.
He’s not wearing a shirt. Just loose black silk pants you bought him in Paris and the delicate gold chain he never takes off—the one you fastened around his neck months ago, murmuring, “Mine” as the clasp clicked into place. His skin is golden and inked, his stomach lean and rippling, a little sheen of sweat making him glow like sin.
His feet are kicked up on your coffee table. There’s an untouched half-smoked cigarette in one hand and a crystal glass of bourbon in the other. He hasn’t shaved, hasn’t moved in hours, but his skin still smells like your body lotion, and his chest gleams faintly with the oil you rubbed into him last night when he whined about how sore he was from “being good for you.”
He’s sprawled across the couch, one arm flung over his eyes, the other trailing slowly, aimlessly down his chest, over his abs, lower... not even really touching himself, not yet. Just been lying there like a spoiled, useless housecat, thinking.
Thinking about you.
literally just shoot lasers into your retina
says so right there
Avatar P!Links
{ all characters are of age }
a/n : for those who voted avatar! i couldn’t leave you guys hanging
Jake Sully
dom!jake showing you the toys sky people use
dilf!jake couldn’t stop thinking of you when he was away , so he filled up your hole
dilf!jake taking your virginity while neytiri holds your hand
jake always wants to try new positions
just jake being sweet and passionate
Neteyam Sully
neteyam loves in when you’re on top
dom!teyam found a way to deal with your attitude
neteyam pounding into you , so he can see your tits bounce
foreplay with neyetam
neteyam loves hearing the sweet sounds you let out for him
Lo’ak Sully
bsf!lo’ak tries to eat you at as many chances as he gets
lo’ak never fails to turn you into a twinkie
bsf!lo’ak’s sticky sticky mess
riding sub!lo’ak early in the morning
lo’ak loves it when you ride his face
Miles ‘Spider’ Socorro
spider is such a tease
trying anal for the first time so spider tries to stretch you out
dom!spider equals spankings and blowjobs
spider the eater
you are such a good little scientist for spider
Aonung
you are always so wet for aonung
just you and aonung alone on the beach
aonung definitely deserved a blowjob
a hate fuck with aonung and lo’ak
human!reader : the size difference between you and aonung
Neytiri
bsf!neytiri eating you out before jake comes back
neytiri showing you she can ride you better than a ikran
one last time before you get married
no one gets you or neytiri so wet or sticky like this
threesome with ronal
tags : @kb4g3
let’s bond with a dangerous animal like papa
employee!chris blurb
“you ever used this one before?” chris asks, holding up a pink eight-inch dildo, perfect in length and girth. his features were full of genuine curiosity as he stared at you, awaiting your response. “yes chris i own this store i’ve used almost everything in here.” you sigh, barely looking up from your phone. the leather chair under you squeaked as you adjusted your posture, fixing the slouch that you were falling into. “this shit is brand new. you must be a real freak, huh?” he jokes, smirking dumbly. “more than you could imagine,” you purr, giving him some attention.
his eyes glisten with lust at your statement. something unnamed coloured his blue eyes. “how’d it go? any struggle?” he asks, questions flying out from left and right. you squint at him as he asks you so casually if you can take 8 inches and how easily you can or cannot. he has to be stoned, but it makes you wonder what he’s got in those black cargos under those plaid boxers. “slipped in like magic. stretched a lil but nothing i can’t handle. felt every curve and vein. felt the tip near my cervix, hitting that sweet spot deliciously,” you describe, fucking with him by going into full detail.
he shifts in place while you explicitly explain how well you take silicone cock. his eyes dart from your face to your breast to your clothed lower body, looking like he wished you had fewer clothes. his mouth fell ajar as you continued shamelessly. you smile at him as you finish addressing him like you’d do a customer looking to buy. “hold off on the details, will you?” he sighs, dramatically putting a hand up so you couldn’t look at him. you roll your eyes with a chuckle before responding. “you asked disphit. i’m just being honest and practicing for when i need to sell it,” you breathe, staring at his pale palms. silence brewed for a moment, tension thick and nearly suffocating in the quiet shop.
“what else you gonna sell with that technique of yours, huh?” he quipped, breaking you from your phone again. “everything. could sell that sexy black lingerie by telling a woman how it hugs my curves, shows all the good stuff, and how good it makes my tits look, and how little of my ass it covers. or how snug the fuzzy handcuffs fit. how fast the lube got that pretty buttplug in my tight hole. how many times i came from using that clit sucking vibrator. need i say more?” you finish, raising a brow at the starstruck boy. “i’m sold,” he responds, palming his aching cock under the wet fabric.
I KNOW NETEYAM TALKS YOU THROUGH IT!!!
like literally every aspect of making love, his soft spoken voice guides you— murmuring praise that curls your toes.
“Go slow ma sevin, do not hurt yourself taking me all at once. We have time— ah, that’s perfect.”
“Take a deep breath and let me in. Eywa, tell me if it hurts, ma yawnetu. You’re still so tight.”
“Easy, ma nantang. Little bounces. I’m right here, I’ve got you.”
“I want you to shatter to pieces in my arms. Give me your pleasure. Oh— you listen so well, ma paskalin. Good job.”
“You’re so full of me. This is the stretch you were craving, yeah? Because I was craving you all day.”
sevin : pretty, beautiful
yawnetu : my beloved
nantang : viperwolf
paskalin : sweet berry
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