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You should totally write a story about reader & rdj having sex at a premiere or an award show 💦
Stay tuned, I am working on something ^^
has this blog died? :( we all miss it
It hasn’t died but most of the team have moved on and I’m mostly lacking the time (and ideas) recently. But suggestions are always welcome (inspiration is always useful!) and we’re still more than happy to receive submissions or little blurbs from other users to post on here!
Quick, I need a prompt for something dirty!
Cowboy Capers (part 2)
Still holding your wrists he pulls you close to his lips, teeth nipping your earlobe, his voice suddenly hoarse & gravelly; you shiver internally.
“You like my gear huh? You wanna ride my plain & fire my magnum? Shall I lasso & brand you with my hot iron? Tell me baby, are you wild & raw enough to cope with life in the saddle?”
Your heart thuds inside your head as your brain registers his inquisition & you nod dumbly, your body glowing with longing.
He scans your face taking in your lust & vulnerability & gives a sinister smirk which tells you he is master & commander, to which you have no objection.
“Time to teach you some tricks of the trade babe; role play!” and he releases your wrists & grabs your ass pulling you onto his now bulging crotch. His mouth smothers yours & the passion between you is animal-like as you tear at each other, his hat tumbling to the floor. Scooping you up he carries you to the porch railing, flipping & bending you over it. he pulls down your shorts & panties & massages your ass with his warm hands. Without warning, he slaps a cheek & the sudden sting resonates through you with an unexpected thrill. He picks up his hat & replaces it on his head.
“So, I have here one wild & frisky filly who needs taming & breaking in, agreed? You do WANT me to break you in don’t you baby?”
“Fuck, oh fuck, YES!” you moan.
You hear him unzip his fly & your pussy is drenched with desire.
He rubs his hot cock along your entrance & you’re desperate for him to thrust himself inside you. Groaning & whimpering, you try to push yourself onto him.
“Calm yourself babe, this needs careful handling-don’t wanna make you buck too soon!”
Sighing deeply you slump forward & glance at his boots straddled either side of you & know you are going to cave in very soon.
And then he’s inside you. The girth & length of his magnificent cock fills you completely as he begins to move his hips back & forth, his rhythm machine-like as he thrusts. You clutch the railing tightly, willing your inevitable orgasm to hold off a little longer; you want this stud inside you for as long as possible. Observing your struggle he quickens his pace & your climax rips through you making you yell out in total ecstasy. His thrusts continue & you sense he is close as his guttural grunts echo around you. Grasping your hair he gives a final thrust & emits a deep, throaty snarl as he shoots his load into you. Collapsing on top of you, you hang over the rail together, his horny mouth kissing your neck softly. Turning your face to his you whisper,
“I never did like Westerns but you & your riding skills have convinced me otherwise.”
Today would be a good day to be:
Inside a remote log cabin, snowed-in with Downey, sprawled naked on a bearskin rug before a roaring fire, riding his hot cock whilst watching his deep-brown eyes roll in ecstasy...
Can you write long dominant Rdj smut? Thanx!
I will try and see what I can come up with! Any suggestions/wishes/ideas for what could happen would be greatly appreciated, though! (by anyone, really, not just this anon)
Yes, Sir (part 2)
Click here for part one
“Good girl”, he purrs pleased in my ear. “But your misdemeanor will have consequences.”
He’s releasing my hair and relaxing his grip around my waist, laying me on my back and throwing the blanked off the bed in one move. I’m no longer freezing. Now it’s hot in here.
He’s watching me lying on my back, winding my hips. He loves it and bites his lower lip. And I love watching his face when he’s aroused like that. His eyes are lustrous and I can see his tongue playing behind his teeth. He’s caressing me again with soft strokes from my breasts down to my south. When he reaches my pubis I’m winding more, trying to press my pussy against his hand but he won’t let me. Seconds later he’s on top of me and kissing me tender. I wrap my arms and legs around him, trying to pull his crotch to mine. But he won’t let me. Instead he’s breaking the kiss and looking at me with an evil and knowing smirk.
“You’re greedy, aren’t you?”
I look into his now wantonly dark eyes and just nod.
“Well… Maybe I can help you with that”, he says in a warm and gentle tone while he’s teasing me with his dick without entering me. “Are you going to behave and be my little hot slut? Will you do what I say, when I say it?”
I love his dirty talk, it’s blurring my mind… and again I just nod.
“That’s my girl.” He’s flashing an adorable smile at me and kisses me again. Not as tender as before. It’s more intense this time but still tender enough for me to enjoy his soft lips and skilled tongue to the fullest. Then he goes down. He kisses my neck and my breasts, softly nibbling on my nipples and going further down to my bellybutton. From there he’s leading his tongue downwards to my pussy and starts burying his face between my legs, ‘kissing’ my second pair of lips just as skilled as the first ones before. He’s massaging my pearl with his tongue, slow and with soft pressure. I start moaning immediately and move my crotch towards his mouth but he’s following my movements so that the pressure won’t change. Sometimes he’s kissing and sucking a little bit and I can hear soft smooch-like noises from down there and both, feeling and hearing it, shuts my brain off; except for one single part. I like to call it the 'horny-primitive-homo-sapiens’ part.
I know that he won’t let come. Not yet. He knows exactly what he’s doing and all he wants now is to drive me insane. Until I’m begging him to let me come or to fuck me. Or both. My hips start shaking and I desperately try to grab his hair. I’m so horny but he keeps torturing me with his sweet and naughty mouth. Every now and then I can feel his beard tickling my inner thighs and my pussy lips. I want to come on his face so badly, grinding my crotch and contracting pearl against his sugar lips…
But every time I’m trying to go faster by myself or to pull him to me he stops. He knows when I’m about to come and as I already said: He won’t let me. He’s in command. That’s already part of my punishment.
I’m allowed to orgasm when he wants me to.
Hey guys I was wondering do you have a masterlist
Hi there, indeed we do, you can find it here:
http://rdjsmut.tumblr.com/fic_index
It should be more or less complete but may be lacking some of the more recent works on the blog. Enjoy ^^
Cowboy Capers part l - rope me in
The heat is over-bearing & the sunlight blinding as you stroll bare-foot through the cool grass, hand shielding your eyes. You feel a rivulet of perspiration trickle between your breasts & you are thankful of the cropped cotton blouse & skimpy denim shorts you threw on earlier. You head towards the house passing the lily border, their heady scent filling your nostrils. Instinctively, you pluck one & inhale its perfume, pollen scattering on your nose. Resuming your walk, you see him & your heartbeat quickens as does your stride, so eager are you to visually devour him. He does not disappoint; layed back in a deck chair, his denim-clad muscular legs are propped upon the porch rail, leather cowboy boots encase his feet & an obviously- expensive denim shirt hangs unbuttoned, revealing his tanned & toned torso. A brown leather cowboy hat crowns his beautiful head, brim pulled down concealing his eyes. Being bare-foot, you silently approach him & are knocked sideways by his effortless sexiness. You feel your pussy pulsate with desire & you swallow hard; you could ride this hot stallion right here, right now. A different smell hits your nose-smoke, cigar smoke; a fat Cuban rests in an ashtray beside him, its blue residue spiralling upwards. Still holding the lily, you twirl it under his nose, its stamens tickling, rousing him. He quickly pushes up his hat & opens his gorgeous, brown eyes, blinking rapidly in the sudden white light. "Oh hi honey," He says brightly, yawning as he does so. "Hi baby, you ok? you ask. "What's with all the 'Billy the Kid' gear?" "Oh it's just some stuff from a shoot they let me keep, thought it might come in handy some time..." You can't help yourself, your hand pulls at his open shirt, travelling over his dark chest, manipulating the muscles till his nipples grow hard. Face near to his, you inhale his masculinity combined with cigar smoke & traces of this morning's aftershave: he is divine. His hands grab your wrists stopping you, dark eyes locked onto yours, telling you of the events that are to unfold & your insides melt with insatiable, burning lust.... To be continued... (need my bed)!
Yes, Sir (part 1)
He forgot to turn on the heater. Again. It’s so freezing in here that I crawl under the blanket with my clothes on and start to undress myself right there. He’s still standing in the door frame, watching me skeptically with a big question mark in his face. Oh how I love that face… the grayish hair with the light temples, the shape of his brown and green colored eyes perfectly framed by eyebrows and lashes, the trimmed goatee which accentuates both his eyes and (to make matters worse) his playful lips… He’s 20 Years older than me and I love it… I already loved it when we met 12 years ago. He was 38 at that time. And I was 18… inexperienced and dumb. But he’s been a good teacher…
“What exactly are you doing?” he asks and starts walking towards the bed.
-“It’s cold in here…?” I reply “You know I’m always freezing!”
-“So I won’t get to see anything of you?”
-”Um. No!” I know this sounds a little touchy but I know him. And I know what I’m doing… “That’s your own fault. No warm. No naked.”
He’s pouting. But not in the cute puppy-eyed way. No. He looks more like a stubborn boy who just heard the word “No” for the first time when he was just about to play with his favorite toy. Still laying under the blanket I turn my back on him. And wait…
I hear him taking his clothes off and the separate pieces falling on the floor. I notice his weight behind me on the mattress. Only a moment later he is under the blanket and right behind me. I feel his skin and immediately it’s getting warm. That’s why he forgot the heater… he’s a walking heater himself… He’s pressing himself against me, putting an arm around me and starts kissing my neck while he’s stroking my thigh, butt, belly and breasts. It’s sensational. My eyes are closed and I just feel him. He starts pushing his pelvis against my butt and I meet him with slowly circling hips. Here we go, he’s getting hard. He’s growling and moaning slightly, his stroking becomes grabbing and his neck kissing is now replaced with biting and sucking. At this moment I give myself to him. He can have his way with me. I’m in. I start breathing heavy and press my butt cheeks even more against his now full hard cock. Gorgeous cock. Perfect circumference, not too long (which doesn’t mean it’s short, not at all, especially considering that he was able to actually hurt me with his member) and not bending in any other direction except for up.
Once he has noticed me relaxing he crudely wraps his arm around my waist, grasping my hair with the other hand, holding me tight so I can’t move. He’s pulling my head back and my ear to his mouth.
“What was that misbehavior a few minutes ago?” His voice is low and deep, stern and thrilled. “No warm. No naked?” He’s very aroused now, pressing his big stiff cock harder against my back. “Let me tell you something. I see you naked whenever I want to. Understand?”
“Yes”, I reply. I’m totally horny now. My pussy is throbbing and dripping wet. My hips are no longer circling because of my mating tactic. Now I just want him. I want him to have me. To take me the way he wants.
”Yes what?” He sounds like he’s losing control any second. Grabbing my hair tighter. He’s a master of self control; most of the time. He can go for at least one hour if he wants to break me slowly. And he can destroy me in less than 5 minutes. Depending on whether I’m naughty or nice.
And I slightly whisper: ”Yes, Sir”
click here for part 2
Dear Anon, just to let you know we received your story and your request and will of course publish it accordingly! (and thanks for letting us know!)
hi there! i'm sry i have to make it short. i'm no english native speaker. i do understand english and i can read it. but when it comes to talk or write about something it gets difficult and i'm very unconfident. but robert downey jr is so hot and my head is filled up with nasty stuff and i would love to give ideas or to write something by myself. but i would like you to proof-read my texts =) i know my grammar is bad and actually i have no idea if this text is correct ^^ pls answer! thank u =)
Hi, sorry for only getting back to you so late!
We’re always happy to receive stories (you can use our submit button) and also happy to have a quick look. Although proof reading long stories might be a bit difficult at the moment since we’re unfortunately all pretty busy. But seriously, if you want to share some naughty thoughts about a certain actor, we would be delighted to read from you!!
Imagine going down on Tony and feeling his hands running through your hair
Tony: God, you are perfect. Have I told you that? Fucking perfect.
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Can you do a birthday smut?
Hi, we’re trying, but it’s unlikely to happen before the weekend, sorry!
Until then, though, maybe these two birthday fics will help?
Fic 1
Fic 2
Room Service Part II - Champagne Cock Tales
He holds you with his unwavering stare & you begin to believe he must possess hypnotic powers, so mesmerising are his eyes. Taking your hand he places it over his now very erect cock, your fingers feeling it's stiffness & length beneath his pants, giving you an indication of what you will sample. Seconds later, your bra is removed & his lips are attached to your left breast, his teeth grazing the nipple & you sigh deeply as your body is shocked. Holding your chin he tilts your head back, scanning your face, his eyes flashing dangerously. Then, in a sudden rush of passion he draws your lips to his & kisses you tenderly, his mouth soft, warm & reassuring, letting you know you are safe. Scooping you into his arms he carries you to an enormous bed adorned with silk & you bounce upon it as he releases you. Lying back in the pillows, you watch as he removes his tie, whipping it from under his shirt collar then throwing it on the bed. His long fingers swiftly unbutton his shirt revealing a muscular torso with a scattering of dark hair. You lick your lips in anticipation of him removing his pants but he surprises you by not doing so, instead, he picks up the tie & approaches you, an evil grin on his face. "Hold out your hands." Nervously, you do so & he ties your wrists tightly. "Ok baby, turn over & get on all fours." You roll over & somehow manage to get on your knees, conscious of your vulnerability & partial helplessness. You watch him cross the room to a cupboard containing a mini-bar. He takes an ice bucket, bottle & two glasses & returns to the bed. The cork is popped, making you jump. "Relax babe, Bollinger makes everything so much more...friendly!" He pours the fizzing liquid into one of the flutes, bubbles jumping the rim. Lifting the glass to your lips, he carefully pours into your waiting throat. You gulp it down, suddenly aware of how thirsty you are. Seeing your thirst, he pours more champagne onto his fingers, feeding your mouth as you suck & lick them, his face never leaving yours. He re-fills the flute & begins to drizzle the golden liquid down your spine making you flinch & squeal as the cold champagne trickles down your ass then begins to drip down your pussy. He moves to your rear and cold becomes hot as his tongue laps at your begging bowl, capturing champagne & juice, his beard stroking your folds. "Mmm, exquisite!" he murmurs. All you can do is moan in agreement. He clamps his hands on your ass cheeks & runs his delicious tongue between them & you moan again. "You like that baby?" "Oh shit, yes!" "How about now?" he cackles, locating the champagne cork, inserting it inside your ass. "Oh fuck!" "Fuck indeed honey!" he growls removing his pants & boxers. You glance at a wall mirror & it reveals an image of him masturbating his rock hard cock, his head thrown back as he does so, his gorgeous face contorted in grotesque ecstasy as he comes over your back & you swear it has turned to steam as it hits you. All you can feel is a constant throbbing desire inside your cunt & you desperately want him to fuck you stupid. Just the very thought makes your stomach somersault & you groan in agony from deprivation. "You wanna feel some length babe?" You nod silently, your body high with desire & he rubs his cock up & down your pussy as you anticipate him filling you. Penetration; sweet, cold penetration. You glance at the mirror & see him holding the champagne bottle that he has pushed inside you. "What the fuc..." but before you finish speaking he rotates & pushes the bottle neck further into you, champagne remnants spilling down your legs. "Oh Jesus!" you whimper, biting the tie that still binds you. "Thought you might need cooling down a little sweetheart, but I can see it's failing; you are so worked up, therefore..." He removes the bottle & shunts you with his hot, thick cock & you yelp like a surprised puppy. He keeps stationary & you can feel yourself hugging & accommodating him. You push yourself further onto his rod, desperate for him to start thrusting... To be continued...
Room Service - Part 1: Whore d'oeuvres
As the doors glide shut, he slams you against the elevator wall, pinning you to it with his muscular thigh. Grabbing your wrists he throws your arms above your head; his bearded, handsome face is just inches from yours, lust blatantly evident as he bites his lower lip. Brown velvet eyes bore into yours, narrowing as he senses your longing and inevitable submission. His breath is rapid and hot as his mouth hovers over your jugular which pulses with your quickening heartbeat. He smells divine, woody, spicy and truly masculine. You hear yourself sigh as you inhale him, knowing that you have been completely captured, knowing you’ll give him anything he wants. Shivering as he nips at your neck with his teeth, you feel goose pimples rise on your bare arms and your longing grows. His horny mouth smothers yours, lips forcing yours to move in harmony and you taste the sourness of the ‘Johnnie Walker’ he’d consumed earlier. The elevator halts and you tumble out together. Hands now free, you rake them through his tousled dark hair as he fumbles for his door keys in his jacket. Sliding your hand beneath it you feel his defined abs flinch and he emits a low grunt. Unlocking the door he steers you into his hotel room, lamps are lit and keys are discarded along with high heels, shoes and tux. You are inside his lair and subconsciously take a moment to survey your surroundings; it is a place of opulence and luxury. He pulls you to him, refocusing your attention and he slides his hands over your satin-clad ass, stroking, fondling and travelling up your back till they locate the zipper of your gown which he unfastens effortlessly. You get the feeling he is well-practised at this, but tonight he chose you and his womanizer reputation quickly dissipates from your mind. He unclasps the halterneck of your gown which pools at your stockinged feet and his devilish eyes greedily scan your flesh. Cat-like he walks behind you, watching you constantly. Seconds feel like hours as you anticipate his next move, your breasts rising and falling rapidly. Something soft, warm and wet glides up your neck and you realise it is his tongue sliding up to your ear and you tremble as it twirls over its lobe. His breath is searing as he whispers hoarsely, his tone insistent.
“You are beautiful and you are class, but tonight you will be one dirty fucking whore…” - and while your brain assimilates this information, he deftly removes your lace panties and roughly inserts two fingers into your pussy.
“Holy fuck!” you gasp, back arching in surprise and pleasure.
“Yes, we will fuck and no, it won’t be holy, in fact it will be down-right demonic!” he hisses and turns his fingers making you moan.
“Ah, but I see you are up for it- every last fucking inch of it- by how deliciously wet you are!” he remarks knowingly, removing his fingers, brushing them against your cheek.
You feel the dampness and know he is right; you yearn for his hot, lean body and will go to the devil for him…
To be continued…
Someone asked the other day if I was still writing. The answer should be yes but I haven’t actually written anything in a year, so no. I want to, but who knows when I find the time again. There’s actually a few of us here, but life has a way of interfering with things like this and we just lost another member and yeah.
Meanwhile though, our ask and submit are open and you’re more than welcome to drop us requests, prompts or stories or naughty thoughts of your own.