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The Edge of Darkness Trilogy by Leigh Rivers (Dark Romance, MF)
I have no clue if this include and HEA but I am gonna read it even if it will cause me tears and a heartbreak. I enjoyed Little Stranger (I didn't read Little Liar because truth be told, I really am so annoyed with FMC there). I heard good things so...YES!
Off-Campus Series by Elle Kennedy (Romance, MF, Hockey)
I am loving Off-Campus TV Show. I am still on episode 6 and I am milking it because I will be stuck there like I am still stuck in the cottage. Gosh, I love Garrett Graham. Like Belmont, i love you, you hot man. I just....I am a sucker for pretty men. I am gonna sob. I need more. i wanna read Dean's story too. I will see if I will continue after I read these two books. After this, I might plan to finally pick up Heated Rivalry + The Long Game, but I'll see how it goes.
I am gonna dive into FF Romance too, but I need recs. I'm so scared going to booktok for recs though...SOBS. If anyone know of anything, please give me some!! Only romance though. I need HEA. Less or amny smut, i neeeeeeeeeed.
More books I've read in month of May to currently reading now.
(Same disclaimer as before...Disclaimer: I have no clue if there were issues/controversy about the books and/or authors. I just read whatever that I come across of. Honestly, I don't really wanna know too coz I just read and be horny.)
Painter's Obsession Volume I and II by Luna K Wicked. (Erotic Horror, MM, SMUT)
This is my first erotic horror and I finished it. Author described it as "static white" which was darker than pitch black and I agree. It is dark. It does not have a HEA, but the way it ended was arguably a good ending in a way. It is actually super, extremely, fucking dark. Everything was open-door. It is depraved. It is horrifying. I was wincing and hiding behind my sheets most of the time, but FUCK, I couldn't stop turning the pages. I am so glad I didn't neglect the TW/CW because it helped me stomach the scenes. 10 out of 10 would recommend but you must read the warnings and be strong!
The Hunters Series by TL Smith. (Dark Romance, MF, SMUT)
There are three standalone books here. I'll discuss it. They are all touch her and die type even among each other lmao.
Moments of Malevolence was about Zuko and Alaska. Talk about uncommunicated kinks such as knife and breath play. Alaska loved it but she went all angry and crazy at Zuko for it. I love that hehe. I love when men get put in their place. Moments of Madness was about Kyson and Kalilah. This is the only book that got a safeword between the couples and I LIKE IT. I mean for the two others, they would stop if their girlies say so, but I love a detail of safewords. This got a slight pregnancy trope at the end tho yet it is my favorite out of the three. Moments of Mayhem was about Kenzo and Mayve. They were going for the marriage of convenience. It is nice, yes. Kenzo went all pathetic when Mayve "didn't" want him. But gosh, it is kinda not hitting something. I think I was just so into Kyson lmao.
The Pucking Wrong Rookie by CR Jane.
Logan York, the rookie with so much money but still ended up doing a funny burger commercial so he could afford to pay for that service but it is for Sloane so he did it! I am horrified (like always for FMC's circumstances in this series) for Sloane and her job. I am so happy that Logan got to whisk her away from that and of course, I love Lincoln MMC for The Pucking Wrong Number) still being the freaking best ever. I like it. I hope Everett suffered more though (he makes me so sick). ANYWAY, YAY!
Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins (Dystopia, Young Adult)
I am still reading this. GOSH, I am so scared for the heartache so my reading is super slow. Like actually, I only have ever read a page or two per day. I AM SO SCARED but I know it will be good. I am gonna continue reading this.
In the Dark by Chelsea Curto (Dark Romance, MF, SMUT)
Stalker: Check. Masked man: Check. "Red flag": Check. Hunter is so not a red flag but he does have a stalker and vigilante tendency. HE IS PERFECT. I need a man who will fill up my fridge, do my laundry, fix things, and communicate his kinks and let me explore my freaking kinks. I NEED HIM. PLEASE. I AM BEGGING. 1000000 out 10, give him to me.
Bleed for Me by Hargrove Reverie ((Paranormal) Romance, MF, Slight SMUT)
The whole premise of having a contract with a vampire who wanted to suck your blood exclusively is hot and hold so much potential, but the writing is a bit off. The pace--the build up, the conflict, the everything--was wrong. I think it is because it is so short or idk. Not so sure. Not for me, i think.
That Sik Luv by Jescie Hall (Dark Romance, MF, SMUT)
I fear I might DNF this or start again from the beginning. I just can't do anything with religious trauma thing. I shall see what I'll do.
Daddy's Sinner: The Sinner & Dove by Luna K. Wicked.
Same with That Sik Luv, but I am certain I will DNF because of it being a cult thing. I will survive. It is just not my thing! I just tried to read it because it is the same author as Painter's Obsession but I discovered it is not for me so bye bye for now!
While I was on hiatus doing my personal stuff (that could not be shared here), I have also read books for a week (and some during) before I started those stuff. Now, time to yap about them.
(Disclaimer: I have no clue if there were issues/controversy about the books and/or authors. I just read whatever that I come across of. Honestly, I don't really wanna know too coz I just read and be horny.)
Kiss the Villain by Rina Kent (Dark Romance, MM, SMUT, Age Gap)
I freaking love Gareth and his brat-iness. Like, GOSH, so bratty. I love how Kayden was able to tame him like putting him in his place. Brat and the Brat Tamer. I LOVE IT. I love how the Gareth was extremely possessive (they both are for each other) but something about his obsessive possession was tugging something inside me like he gets so consumed by it. I can't explain. I love Gareth so much (also Kayden but GARETH).
Hunt the Villain by Rina Kent (Dark Romance, MM, SMUT)
It just keeps getting better and better, the MM romance of Rina Kent. I LOVE Vaughn and Yulian. The obsession. The possession. The insane and mind-bending love. Yulian loves Vaughn ever since and he gave everything. I'm so happy they got together at the end after that conflict. I'm so happy that...fuck...slight spoiler: Idk why but I actually crashed out when Vaughn was outed and talked with his parents. To be accepted like that...I want that.... ANYWAY, I LOVE THEM.
Quiet Obsession by IA Dice (Dark Romance, MF, SMUT)
I like it but GAWD the threesome scenes. I died. I fear it was so hot. The first scene was not for the main couple but I got so hot and bothered that I had to take a cold shower. I kinda forgot why Millie became selective mute (I also need to research on that) but yeah, it is so endearing that Creed was losing it coz she wasn't talking to him lmao.
I honestly don't remember besides the fact that Conner was such a MAN. I like it, I guess.
Highland Hideaway by Lily Gold (Romance, MFMM (No swords crossed), SMUT)
When I saw this, I jumped coz I am obsessed with Lily Gold's Why Choose/RH standalones. There is the golden retriever, the silent and grumpy acts of service man, and the apprehensive (idk the word) one. YET THEY LOVE HER. HEHE.
Karma by KA Knight (Dark Romance, MFMM (no swords crossed; brothers), SMUT)
I love a very strong FMC, Karma. Gosh, I want her actually. Like "Step aside, sai brothers. Give her to me." She is just so strong and she got that reputation. I like that she also some "weakness" about the main antagonist and gosh, she sorted it out yay. Anyway, I love her. Give her to me.
Delightful Sins by Lola King (Dark Romance, MFM (no swords crossed; brothers), SMUT
I guess I liked the spicy scenes, but I must say...I hate that people don't believe Jade. Everything just circled around that. I've read darker books than this but I kinda don't like it. I finished it though. There is a good ending, of course, it's just...idk.. too much but also not. Something is missing. I might not read the other books of this series.
Older by Jennifer Hartmann (Romance, MF, SMUT, Age Gap (kinda forbidden?))
This is a reread. I am freaking out. It was just different from my usual age gap romances (like mmc is just 21 or something then mmc is on 30-50 etc), coz this started with them meeting with Halley as a 17-year-old that pretended she is older but she immediately got discovered lol so nothing really happened then. Alarm bells, mayhaps, yet it didn't feel dirty or disgusting? It felt somehow real especially when Halley was getting trained (martial arts) by Reed. She is getting stronger. She came a long way from how "broken" she was from her abusive father. Idk, it really was such a read. I can't explain. Just happy they got together in every way they did.
Twisted Pawn by LJ Shen (Dark Romance, MF, SMUT)
All I remember was the time Achilles who tried too hard at the beginning like going to full degradation route coz he knew Tierney likes that with her previous partners but wrong move for him coz communication is the first thing about kinks. Poor man but also he deserve it. Anyway, good ending. I liked it ig.
Blood King by Natalie Kane (Dark Romance, MF, SMUT, Mafia, Age gap)
IN JULIAN, WE TRUST. I fear I need to read the other books for these series since this is technically book 2, but it is a standalone. He is just so protective and so strong. BUT I think he didn't grovel enough after the fuckass thing he did. It took him WEEKS to pull up the tapes?? Like man, are you insane? More grovel!!! LONGER GROVEL!!! Anyway, I even read the bonus chapter so I like it!
That's all I read before and during my personal stuff. I will yap about the books I read when everything is calming down on another post.
Hope the personal stuff isn’t rough for you hon. I’m confident I can speak for some others— we’re all here to help if we can, or to just be here for you.
I am okay, ma'am!!!! I just had some...obligations that I had to straighten out. It is still on progress but I am slowly getting free *cue chains breaking off* MWA. You are the sweetest, ma'am! MWA!
For my wife @sleepysidcros your steak IS too butter and your lobster IS too juicy
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Sweat is plastered on your forehead, the dips of your collarbone. The way Sidney gently lifts your hips as he pulls out. Your body falling limp and flat against the mattress.
He holds you there, legs still wrapped around his hips. Pulled to the edge of the bed where he’s standing. Hands still splayed underneath your ass; before they were against your hips. Then your breasts. Now they rest against the dips of your hips. Slowly traveling to undo your legs from his hips, “I know” He whispers as you groan in discomfort.
Your head rolls to the side, still breathing heavily as Sidney rocks your leg up. Stretching the ligaments and tendons in the back of your thigh, gently rotating the limb. Listening with gentle ears at the soft clicks of release, you hum in relief.
“Just relax for me baby” He whispers as he goes to your other leg, repeating the process. Thick fingers go to gently massage your calf muscles, “did so good for me”
You nod loosely, letting your body stay pliant as he takes care of you. Pulling a clean pair of underwear up your hips after wiping the cum from your cunt. Easing you up higher onto the bed, “want a warm drink?” He offers. But you sleepily shake your head, simply moving to climb atop him. Both of you naked except for underwear. Your legs falling against each side of him as you wrap your arms underneath his neck.
Your head rests against his chest, his hand flat against your back as you doze off into sleep.
Request details: omg what about dark!quinn with a corruption kink!! like a sweet, goody two shoes girl-next-door who doesn’t even swear turning into a filthy slut for him 🥹 (by @xotabby )
Hello, lovely!! Yes. Gosh this is such a great idea. I love it but I strayed from the plot... but here it is...[I am still on hiatus 🫠]
TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Dark, Crazy behavior and thoughts (kinda psycho?), Non-con -> Dub Con (kissing, only at the beginning), Corruption Kink (idk if it still applied, sorry 😔), Rough Sex, Oral Sex (f receiving), Overstimulation, Spanking, Degradation Kink, CNC (Consensual non-consent), Unprotected Sex, Masturbation. (Daaaaaark)
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The first time Quinn met you, he didn't understand that someone could still be innocent. He wasn't sure why you would wear those pretty dresses and blouse combined with your dainty shoes, why you would knock on his door and share some of your cookies with him, why you scolded him just because he took the wrong trash instead of the recyclables, why you look so cute when you huffed at him with your hands on your hips.
You were so different from him.
You were simply too sweet for your own good. You smiled at him with your eyes turning into soft crescents. You talked to him so softly that you could lull him to sleep. You existed around him in your pretty, flowy dresses and dainty accessories. You were so kind that he thought you were putting up a front, but when he showed up, all with a growing bruise on his cheek, you fussed over him with tears streaming down your face.
"Quinn, please stop joining the scrums," you pleaded at him as if he frequented the fights.
Quinn didn't fight. All he did was pull away people. All he did was get smashed with sticks to his fucking face. All he did was wipe the blood and prayed for his teeth to remain intact. He didn't do much, but you showed him extreme worry. Your reaction, your tears, your desperation, your bribe of cookies. Why would you even react like that?
Fuck, you were so fucking pure.
You couldn't even curse when he used expletives around you. You blushed when there was kissing on your romance shows. You cowered when there were sex scenes. You were so devastatingly pure that it physically hurt to hold back.
It was like his body was gearing up for a fight. His muscles were tensing like he was about to have a cramp. His bones felt heavy, weighing him down until he sank to the bottom of his desires. His skin was so tight he was breaking in sweat and goosebumps. His spine was suffering from the jolts of electric shivers that shook down his very being.
The only thing he could fix this problem was to bend you over his fucking knee and spank your ass until it was red and bruised, until your pure act finally flipped a hundred and eighty, until you were begging and crying for him to stop, until he turned you into the whore that he knew you were, until your words turned as dirty as his.
It was arduous. It was bending. It was enthralling.
It was...vexing.
Because he knew you were real. You didn't know how to pretend, stumbling on your words if you tried to lie, chewing at your lip until it was red and swollen because guilt ate you from inside out. You get spooked by your own reflection and even your shadow. Your existence hurt him, consuming him until there was nothing else that he could offer.
Quinn didn't want to be consumed. Why should he be the one consumed? He could swallow you whole.
Dark swallowing light. Dark destroying light.
That was right.
He was dark. You were light. His light to preserve, to protect, to break.
So he did. When you came to bring him your freshly baked cookies, he grabbed you by your shirt, dragging you in, pushing you against his door. He kissed you roughly that you were gasping against his lips, your cartoon of sweets falling on the floor. When you pushed him off, he pulled you closer, nipping at your lips until you finally opened up for him, your tongues flicking and tasting, your breaths catching, your heads spinning.
"I like you," he confessed, "So much. Can you feel what you do to me?"
He gripped your thigh, pulling it up, grinding against your core as your dress slid upwards.
"Quinn, slow down," you gasped, but he didn't listen, fucking you through each other's clothes. "I--Ohmygosh."
Quinn trailed his kisses to your jaw, his tongue darting to lick your skin, his teeth nipping, his lips sucking and sucking until he was leaving marks. He pressed closer as you pushed. He bit harder as you sobbed that it hurt. He slipped your panties to the side so you could soak his pants directly.
"We can't do this. This is too quick." You whimpered, weakly pushing, craning your neck so he could mark you up more. "We didn't date yet—"
There was it was. The goody-fucking-two-shoes who wanted dates as if every hangout you both did was fucking nothing. As if the cookies you brought were nothing but just blessings for your friendship. As if all the tears you shed for him were merely fucking platonic.
So, Quinn ignored you, his hand grabbing your wrists, crossing them above your head. His other found your neckline, forcefully tugging until the fabric tore painfully on your skin. he drank in your ragged breaths, your tits moving, your nipples pebbling and begging to be sucked. He sucked them, playing with them with his tongue and his fingers, listening to your soft mewls.
"Please stop," you sniffled when he parted from you, a trail of saliva connecting his tongue and your nipple.
"Do you really want me to stop?" He asked, letting you of your hands, glancing at the bruises forming on your wrists. "If we stop, you stop going here."
Then he stepped back, his head tilting, his pants fucking wet with your arousal. He drank in your messed up state. Your dress was a mess. Your neck was peppered with his marks. Your skirt fell to hide your pussy. Your cheeks were all flushed. Your eyes were so big and glassy. You stared at him as your hands scrambled to hide yourself, pushing yourself against his door, ready to fucking bolt. Too scared as you should've been from the beginning.
It annoyed him, because this wasn't his plan. He planned to confess and kiss and let you go to decide for yourself, but that didn't happen. You made him stray from his plan. Like always. You always chaos in his mind. You weren't supposed to. You shouldn't have been able to because you were pure. You were good. Why was it your light infected him instead of the other way around?
"You want a different version of me," he spat. He stripped his shirt off his back, throwing it on your lap, watching you grip it to your chest. "Leave. You can't handle me, my Love."
He turned his back on you. His chest cleaved into pieces when he heard the doorknob turning. This was it. You'd leave him, taking your perfectness that he could only wish to destroy with his imperfections.
But you wouldn't want that, would you?
Quinn tensed when arms folded around his waist, pulling so tightly, your warm breaths fanning on his cold skin.
"You called me 'my Love'?" You asked with your flawlessly gentle voice. Your hands flattened on his stomach. You moved around him, staring up at him with those kind eyes, not holding your dress to your chest. So fucking bare for him to see. "Is...is that a lie?"
Why would it be a lie? It was what you were. His Love. His destructive Love.
"Did it sound like a lie?" He pushed back, his hands twitching at his sides. When you shook your head, his cock twitched. When your eyes fell to the wet mess on his crotch, his heart healed itself. "If you don't leave, I'll ruin you."
Your eyes flashed, a little flinch jolting your body.
"If you don't leave, you'd be mine even if you changed your mind."
"Are you going to hurt me?" Your chest moved with your deep breaths. You finally grasped your dress again, holding it close.
"And so much more, my Love."
"I want a date first," you bargained instead of running out and slamming your door shut, instead of moving to somewhere he couldn't reach, instead of crying out for help. "Two dates."
Quinn didn't get why you were bargaining with him. His eyebrow twitched, rising just a fraction. He followed you as you walked around him, as you picked up his shirt, as you put it on, as you stared at him like the precious angel you were.
"Two dates, Quinny."
Then you left, leaving him to analyze what the fuck just happened.
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Quinn gave your two dates. He took you to a picnic in a park. He gave you flowers, made you sandwiches and beverage you lied, watched you go all shy on him when he tucked a morning glory on your ear. He took you to dinner in another time. He ordered what you liked, grinned when you showed him that you packed two cookies for dessert, laughed when you giggled.
Then he found himself in your apartment. While his almost held no warmth besides the family pictures he had, yours were brimming with life. Throw pillows were everywhere. Posters and pictures littered the wall. Houseplants were thriving in their corners. A mesh of colors highlighted your neatness. Put together. Clean. Proper. Perfect.
You gripped his hand, inviting him further inside.
"I like you too, Quinn," you confessed, coming up to your toes, grasping his shoulders, pulling him for a gentle kiss.
Ahh. Still so sweet.
Not enough.
Quinn grabbed your waist and your ass, deepening the kiss almost instantaneously. He needed more and by the way you struggled to match his pace; he knew you were trying your best for him. He lapped at your lips, tasting your tiny puffs. He continued to grope your ass over the dress he wanted to tear.
"Not this dress, Quinny," you sobbed, pleading so prettily, but he wasn't listening, ripping the light fabric. "No. You are so mean."
"Yet you want me," he taunted, pushing you back and back and back until your back hit your bedroom door. He gripped your tattered dress, pulling them off your body, leaving you to your white and lacy lingerie. "You look so innocent when you are a slut, aren't you?" He smirked when you flushed and shook your head. "No? You want me to stop?"
"No," you cried.
"But you're so scared." Quinn opened your door, chasing after the steps you took. "You don't want to be my slut, huh?" He nudged you as soon as your legs hit the bed. "You're too good to be my slut. Is that it?"
Quinn didn't listen to your tiny whines, didn't pay any attention to your teary eyes when he kept emphasizing you were his slut, didn't care when you shut your thighs as he pried them open, gazing down at the wetness on the lace, giving you a slap right there.
"Ow," you sniffled, your hips pulling away as he cupped your pussy, shuddering when he did it again. Your eyes rolled up, your back arching, your lips parting in a silent moan. "Quinn, please—"
"We haven't started yet, my Love." He slid his thumb down your slit, pressing onto the lace to tease your quivering entrance. "You're going to take everything I give you or else..." He laughed at the fear in your eyes. "I'll leave."
The reason why he didn't lead you to his place was to dangle the threat of leaving you. He knew how much you feared that. He saw you crumble when he left to get you water because you were parched, when he ignored your messages for more than an hour, when he told you to leave.
He wanted to break you then build you back up until all you knew was him.
"I can take it," you announced, gulping when he leaned until your lips were brushing. "I can."
"Maybe."
Quinn kissed your again, his hand sliding underneath you to unclasp your bra, his other slipped into your panties so he could tease you. He could feel your desperation with every roll of your hips, with every little whine spilling from your lips, with every sobbing breath when he gripped you too tightly.
He kissed his way down your body, giving your tits the attention they deserved, suckling on them, imagining how incredible it would when they filled with milk. He licked at your skin, tasting the slight sheen of sweat, savoring your softness between his teeth. He made his way down, down, and down, flattening his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up and apart. He nipped at your inner thighs, chuckling when they trembled.
Then he lapped at your pussy through your panties, earning him something he couldn't believe he would ever hear.
"Fuck," you sighed, your hands grabbing at his hair.
You cursed.
What a filthy girl.
Quinn stretched your panties to the side, so he could eat you out without anything in between. He licked and kissed and slurped. His nose grazed your clit, greedily inhaling your heady scent, groaning when you spilled and spilled on his tongue. So wet. So fucking delicious.
He didn't stop what he was doing, taking his sweet time, waiting and waiting until your pussy finally fluttered around his tongue, coming for him, being so good to him. It was only right to reward you for that, so he didn't stop even when your orgasm died down. He kept fucking you with his tongue, kept tasting you until his taste buds memorized you, kept on going until you came again, and again, and again.
"Quinn, too much," you gasped, trying to run away, but he was already there to drag you back to his mouth, his touch bruising your thighs, wounding your flesh with his blunt nails, owning you so fucking intensely you were fully sobbing. "Stop. I can't. Too much, Quinn. I don't wanna come again. Please. It hurts—"
"You'll give me more." He crawled over you, ridding himself of his clothes. His body burned as though a real fire was ignited in his chest. He pulled you close, laying his cock on your pelvis, showing exactly how deep he would reach. "You're so fucking tiny." He spat on his cock, before sliding himself on your wet slit, coating himself with your arousal and smearing his spit on both of you. "Beg for me."
You inhaled sharply, your tears sliding from the corners of your eyes to your hair fanning underneath you. Your tiredness was so apparent. Your need to cover up your pussy and hide it from him was so clear that he pressed his tip against your entrance, reminding you that he wouldn't fucking stop.
"Please?" You asked, unaware how to beg properly.
You were so delightfully unbelievable.
"Tell me you want my cock in your slutty pussy." He leaned on his forearms, his wet nose grazing yours. He drank in your hesitation. "Tell me."
"Quinn," you stuttered, your hand pressing on your chest. You gulped. "I...need..." You struggled as your pussy leaked on his cock. "I need your cock."
"Hmmm?" He held back his laugh, his amusement, his fucking happiness. "Where, my Love?"
"In my pussy," you sobbed as he slapped your clit with his cock. "In my s-slutty pussy."
Oh, you were such a good girl. The best.
So, Quinn would thrust his hard length in you in one go, not going slow, not letting adjust. He fucked into you, listening to you tiny gasps, embracing the pain of your nails digging into his back. He would kiss you so harshly that your teeth would clash, that your tongue would ache from his teeth nipping at it, that the taste of copper filled both of your senses.
He wouldn't stop his hard and deep thrusts even as you screamed your peak. One after another. Destroying your senses to the point that you couldn't beg him to stop. He would feel your pussy flutter and spasm around him again and again until you couldn't fucking stop.
"You're doing so good for me, my Love," he would praise, peppering you with kisses. His sweat dripped from his skin to yours. His blood rushed down his cock, his need coiling from within. "Keep your eyes on me. Give me one more."
An impossible ask when your pussy gripped him so tight he almost couldn't move, when your eyes were so fogged over, when you shook your head, as you plead, "Pleasepleaseplease."
As you stiffened into another orgasm, he came with you, his hips bucking harshly to fuck his come deeper and fucking deeper. His groans and moans sounded too low that they were guttural. When he felt your hold on him loosening, seeing you all pass out, he couldn't stop his laugh. A sense of victorious calm enveloped him as he gazed down at your tear-stained face.
"You're mine, my Love."
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Quinn knew he ruined you when he came home from a road trip to you fucking yourself on his pillow, sobbing his name, calling out how much you needed him. He leaned on the doorway, taking in the mess of your clothes on the floor, the plethora of his shirts on the bed, the desperation of your movements as you chased after something you could no longer reach without him.
You broke. Your light was still shining but it was stained by his darkness. You sobbed, your hips rolling how he taught you to, your hands groping at your hips and your tits then wrapping around your neck. So utterly destroyed.
As you should be.
Now, both of you were jagged pieces of a whole.
Quinn stalked forward, silently despite knowing you wouldn't hear him at all. When your hands dropped to your tits again, his hand snapped around your throat. He grinned at your surprise, at your glazed over eyes, at the way you didn't stop fucking into his drenched pillow.
"I can't come," you complained. "Please help me come, Quinny."
He did. He slipped his other hand to your pussy, his fingers dipping into your swollen walls, his palm grinding against your clit. He tightened his hold around your throat, watching your eyes flutter and your lips twitching into a smile.
"Come, my Love," he ordered, feeling you crash over your peak immediately.
Like a perfectly trained whore.
His slutty and pure Love.
Don't ask...yeah...I missed the plot.. i sob. Sorry, corruption kink gods 😔 Good night!!!
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Hello, lovelies. I will be going on a short (hopefully) period of hiatus due to personal things happening in my life rn. You might see me posting here and there—small crumbs and blurbs—but not as frequent as I have. Thank you for being here. Hope to talk you all soon 💙
Request detail: we need a playoff beard blurb its crazzzzyyy. wanna ride that faceee.
Hello, lovely. Playoff beard really is crazy. It is so wow. He looks rugged af. Gosh, I need more closeups. Maybe a walk-in closeup but Wildmin only does full bldy walkin for Quinn (mostly, idk). I need HD photo for blurb banners. I cry. Anyway, here...no proof read....ummm...yeah... (other beard blurbs: Perfectly Divine, Changes to Experience)
TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Thoughts, Smut, Kisses, Oral Sex (f receiving mostly, leading to both at the end), Overstimulation, Dual POV.
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Quinn softly approached you, his arms wrapping around your middle from behind, scooping you towards him. A silent murmur of a greeting escaped him as he grazed his lips on your cheek, listening to your adorable giggle. He inhaled deeply before he finally gave you a gentle peck, smiling at your call of his name.
"How was your shower?" You asked, turning your head away from the window. Your hand reached up to his hair then his jaw, your fingers scratching over his beard. So gentle like always.
The room was dim with only the lowlights on to the lowest brightness, yet he could see your face very well. The glow from different buildings, the city buzzling with life, was causing shadows on the contours of your face, highlighting your features perfectly.
"It's good." Quinn came home feeling extremely exhausted from the flight, from the two losses they amassed in round two, from the various conversations he had with his teammates and the coaching staff about the series. He could barely walk when he arrived, so you nudged him to take a shower. It helped wash away his tiredness, refreshing his mind to think ahead. "I feel better."
"That's good, Quinny." Your thumb traced under his jaw, making melt into your touch. "I believe in you." You smiled, your eyes crinkling at the sides. You spun in his hold. One hand come over his nape. The other cupped his cheek, continuing to brush along his beard. "Your beard is getting long. I think I like the Playoffs."
Your tone was light with hints of amusement, but it was so obvious that you liked when he grew his beard longer than a scruff. There were times you tried to hide his razor to keep him from shaving. They would just magically appear from somewhere after he ate you out for hours until you had to forced himself off you by tugging on his waves, complaining about the overstimulation and the sensation of his scruff against your folds.
His mouth immediately watered as he recalled how you tasted, craving your taste to the point that his tummy actually rumbled. His jaw clenched when you pushed your body tighter against his, teasing him by your slight grind on his waking problem under his sweatpants.
"You look hungry," you mused, your hand dropping from his cheek to his chest then around to his back. "Do you need something to eat, Quinny?"
You were a vixen. How could you tease him when he was already suffering from his thoughts? How could you look at him with feign innocence when mischief sparkled in your eyes? How could you—
Your lips captured his, your tongue dragging on their seam, chuckling as he breathed a groan. You were going to eat him up.
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You swallowed your moan when Quinn matched your fervor. The kiss turned into a sensous match of dominance that you didn't know if you were winning or losing. All you knew was kissing Quinn while feeling the softness of his beard—no longer the rough stubble or scruff—grazing your chin, your cheeks, you lips.
"My Love," Quinn muttered in a gasp, the sound causing shivers and heat down to your pussy. His hands squeezed your waist, reminding you of his thick fingers that could fuck you until you were dripping and ready for his cock. "I love you."
The desperation was so obvious in his tone as much as in his heated stare. It was one of his tells. His eyes would simply glaze over, his pupils expanding to swallow his chameleon-shifting green irises. His breaths turned shaky as if he couldn't take in as much oxygen ad he needed. When he did that, you'd know he was stuck in a naughty memory. When he licked his lips, which he did, you knew your Quinn was craving you.
You craved him back. The mere sight of him looking like a starved man had you so turned on that you turned into teasing him, into feeling him harden until he lost his mind from the pressure of your grinds, into pushing him back and back until you two reached the bed, still kissing, still feeling at each other, still gasping for more.
As soon as you two part, you were rushing to tear off each other's clothes. Your grips were unforgiving. The fabrics groaned and flopped on the carpeted floor. Your lips pressed on the other's skin that you'd exposed. Your skins burned from every bit of contact.
When Quinn climbed on the bed, his eyes barely leaving yours, you were crawling after him. When he stopped and laid on his back, you mounted him, your plan was to grind on his cock and tease him even more, but his hands gripped your hips, pulling up and up.
Over his abdomen, over his pecks, over his head.
Oh.
"I am hungry," he muttered as your knees settled beside his head. "I have the perfect meal right here."
Holy fuck. You might not survive this at all.
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Quinn didn't waste anymore time. He firmly pulled your hips down, slowly at first when you were still fighting his guidance, firmly when you caved into his and your desires. He gave your pretty pussy a lick from your entrance to your clit, smiling at your breathy cry, moaning when you rolled your hips as your weight settled on his face. Fuck, you were perfect.
Your taste was coating his senses that his eyes rolled upwards. Exquisite. Perfect. Marvelous. He didn't know the proper word to describe your taste that were a mix of saltiness and even the slight sweetness. It was mouthwatering. He hadn't tasted you in so long—the road trip of two games felt like a lifetime—and he didn't want anything else but to be buried in your taste.
Your scent was another thing sending him over the edge, his cock leaking and twitching but so fucking forgotten as he flicked his tongue on your folds. You smell so wonderful. Your feminine musk had him wanting more and more.
"Quinn!" You screamed as his hand travelled up to touch your tits, squeezing and groping and teasing your nipples in time as his tongue dipped into your heat. "Fuck, please." You grinded down, using his nose for pleasure, dripping more arousal straight onto his mouth. You gripped his wrist as your pussy fluttered around his tongue. "Please."
Quinn gulped hard, swallowing your arousal, then he continued to fuck your pussy with his tongue. His hand strayed from your tits to your tummy, appreciating the feel of it as you rolled your hips again. Then he pressed down on your lower abdomen, curving his palms over you hip, over your ass. His fingers finally reached and pressed at your entrance.
All while his tongue flicked over the spot that had you gasping and writhing, trying to run away from the pleasure while also chaisng after it with your clumsy grinds. That was when he finally dipped two fingers inside you, fucking you underneath his tongue. He kept you from pulling away for a bit of relief with his other hand, gripping your thigh.
"I'm close, Quinny," you panted, your hands finding his hair, tugging on it harshly.
Quinn groaned from the pain in his scalp and the pain on his cock. His hips thrusted upwards, meeting nothing but air on his aching cock. It fucking hurt, he couldn't bother with it.
Not when you looked so beautiful as you panted with the pleasure taking you higher and higher, your cheeks flushing a bright red, your eyebrows pulling into a frown, your lips parting to let out your moans and groans.
Not when your pussy was quivering in that certain way that signified how much closer you were, your arousal staving off his thirst of you.
Not when he could basically taste your cum. He needed it. He must have it. He wanted it.
He was so desperate for it that when you finally came with a breathy moan, he was already there, gulping every drop that you gave, feeling every shake that rattled your insides, inhaling your addicting scent. He laped at your walls, at your entrance, at your throbbing clit. He was drinking you in at the same time clea ing you up from your delectable mess. He couldn't have enough.
"Quinn, too much, my Love," you whined, staring down at him, your thighs flinching.
He stopped despite not wanting to. He stared up at you, swallowing his sadness when you lifted up and almost sitting yourself on his chest. He simply pulled you down, bearing your weight, waiting until he built up the courage to ask to sit on his face again.
Just one more. Maybe. Please.
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You gasped as Quinn petted the skin of your thighs, his fingers grazing its inner part. You were so sensitive, your pussy clenching on nothing, dripping onto Quinn's chest. You stared at him, shuddering at the sight of his lips and his beard shining with your cum. Fuck, it was so hot.
You wanted to turn the lights up so you could see it better, but you couldn't move. It felt like you might come again if you did. You could still the stretch from his tongue and his fingers. You could still feel his nose on your clit. You could still feel the soft yet also roughness of his beard brushing on your pussy, fully sending you into overstimulation even before you came.
"You okay?" He asked, his thumbs running on the crease of your upper thighs meeting your crotch, making you flinch into his touch. He called, "My Love?"
"I...needaminute." You panted, sobbing when he slid his thumb over your folds. Instead of pulling away, you leaned back, your hand falling on his abdomen, spreading your thighs for him. "I'm sensitive."
"I know," he appeased, going back to petting your thighs. His gaze on your face to your pussy revealed his intentions. "My Love, can you—"
You pushed yourself to change your position, hoverjng his facut facing the opposite way. You gasped, helplessly when his hands seetle on your thighs again, muttering your 'wait, wait' as he started to pull you down, screaming your 'yes' when he pressed a soothing kiss on your clit. This was happening. Again.
Fuck yes.
As tears prickled your eyes from the pleasure overloading your senses, you leaned down. Your hands found the base of his angry and leaking cock. Your tongue darted to lap at the bead of pre-cum just coming out of his tip. Your ears rang from the guttural moan that rumbled out of him, sending vibrations straight into your pussy.
He was definitely hungry.
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