How am I gonna cope with the fact that I got a beefy blondie telling me absolute filth? At the most random times of the day??
Our football teams are battling it out on the top of PL chart (i’m lfc, he’s arsenal) and as we’re arguing this sick fuck writes “your tears would taste so good darling”
HUH
And when I was mad at him I told him his dick was small and he just sent a pic of him smiling with “but we both know that’s not true so tell me the real problem”
Finnick Odair would be obsessed with getting you cockdrunk.
His biggest pride is giving you pleasure. Any pleasure. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, getting out a knot in your shoulder, giving you a little sweet treat. But his absolute favorite is to give you mind-numbing, thought erasing pleasure from his tongue, fingers, cock, anything.
Starting off with just his hand down your panties as you watch a movie, soft circles onto your clit, kissing your neck as you whine from his ministrations.
”Wanna cum like this, sugar? Just say the word.”
Then he’d let his fingers move into you. Curving and curling them, letting them explore at first, before locking in on the target to get you to gush around him. And by your second orgasm you’re seeing stars. Placing his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue, which then makes him desperate to properly taste you.
Letting his fingers re-enter you, tongue flicking over your clit at an impressive pace. And as your head is starting to spin, you are starting to beg. ‘Please don’t stop’, ‘please keep going’, ‘please it’s too much’, pushing his head away from your center.
And Finnick looks up at you with his beautiful eyes, promising you that he just wants to clean you up, just going to gather up the last of your orgasm. So you agree, his smile so radiating and grateful as he carefully starts licking around you. But that bleeds into his tongue dipping into your cunt, moving it in waves that make your walls clench.
And as you’re coming down from that familiar high, your thoughts are turning fuzzy. So fuzzy that you barely notice how Finnick grips your hips, tossing you around so he can take you from behind. But he’ll keep playing with you, blunt head of his cock teasing your entrance before rubbing against your clit.
The delicious stretch from his cock is soon replaced with pleasure that makes your arms give out.
“Aww is that difficult?” Finn coos from behind you, moving your arms to their original place, “you should not have to do anything difficult, honey.”
And this sick man will wrap his arm around your waist to play with your most sensitive nerve, the last nail in the coffin for pushing out any and every thought in your head, leaving you in a white cloud of just him.
“Should only have to be pretty and take my cock” he mumbles into your hair, “no thoughts needed, yeah? Just cock. You’d like that, huh?”
And your only answer is a quiet, incoherent babble <3
a/n: softlaunching myself into writing again with my current man-hyperfixation (#needthat) so here’s just random thoughts I have for him. Lemme know if anything sounds interesting enough for an elaboration <3
also I’m pretty sure i’ve changed tense during this like ten times and i’m so sorry but i’m a notorious rawdogger (not proofread)
fluff / smut 18+ under the cut
afab!reader, no y/n
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❀ he’s a gentle (and slightly unaware) giant. He’s tall and buff but doesn’t realize his own size most of the time. When you’re in the kitchen together he’s consistently bumping into you and somehow always in the way when you need to get into the fridge. When you’re about to sleep he has a habit of laying in the middle of the bed so you have to squeeze past him
❀ but with him being so big and strong also comes some advantages. He’ll always help you with stuff on the highest shelf. And if you ever need furniture moved he’s your guy. Plus he can easily pick you up, give you a piggyback ride, or carry you to bed when you fall asleep in front of the tv
❀ George is an excellent cuddler. His warm embrace can lure anyone in and he’s always happy to oblige, more often than not he’s the one asking for it.
“C’mon just a quick lie down” he murmurs, arm slinging around your middle
“George I need to leave in like 10 minutes!”
“Perfect, that’s at least 8 minutes of cuddles”
❀ and with him being so warm he’s like your own portable heater. When the London winter bites at your cheeks and nose he will always lend his hands to warm them back up
❀ his affection is second nature to him. Kissing your forehead, bringing you your favorite drink, expressing how beautiful he thinks you are. He’s practically nonchalant about it because of course you deserve flowers, so he’ll buy you a bouquet of your favorites (and he’ll always keep one for himself to see when they need replacing)
❀ he’s also very observant, especially when it comes to his friends and you. He notices when your lip oil is about to run out and slips a new one into your bag when you’re not looking, he has a list of books you’ve mentioned wanting to read, and before your first sleepover at his place he’d made sure to stock it with your skincare routine + shampoo, conditioner and a nice bodywash
❀ oh and when you’re on your period? He’s an absolute champ. Knows what you need before you even know it, keeps tabs on how many painkillers you’ve taken, and always has a hot water bottle ready for when your cramps become unbearable
❀ he’s not so subtle with hints, and when your relationship was pretty new he really wanted you to have one of his hoodies. His solution when you always (very politely) returned them to him was to hide one in your closet and then trying to convince you it was one of your own
❀ whenever he goes out for drinks with his friends and gets a little tipsy he will bombard you with texts. Little updates on where he is, selfies with his beers, and reminders of how much he loves you
❀ and when he gets back to you he will not leave you alone. He’s like velcro to your back, retelling jokes from the night and kissing your cheeks over and over <3
❀ he’s pretty much insatiable. Not in a horn-dog, never thinks of anything but sex-way, but in a will always be up for it-way. You only need to glance at him with that certain look and he’s ready to go. And a little too long kiss to his neck? He’s looking for the closest room with a door that locks.
❀ his quick mouth and wittiness can sometimes get him in trouble, but he’ll always use that mouth to apologize. On several occasions you’ve been jokingly going back and forth when he’s said something a little too far and even though you often find it funny you milk his guilt. Until he’s resting his cheek against your thigh, giving it soft kisses as he looks up and asks softly “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
❀ oh and this man is a munch. He finds pleasure in it, sometimes calling it his meditation. He’ll push your thighs apart as they’re shaking slightly from overstimulation, lifting his head to look up at you with a shiny chin “just one more yeah? Can you do one more for me?”
❀ he’s not a voyeur per se, but he does like it when he has to tell you to be quiet, to remind you that his roommates are home
“Gotta quiet down darling” he murmurs with a wicked smile, as his hips are slamming into yours with devilish precision
“Don’t want them to hear now do we?”
And if you can’t comply he’ll have to put his hand over your mouth (or something else in it)
❀ and when you are alone in the apartment he loves doing it where you shouldn’t. The couch, the kitchen counter, once even just on the living room floor. He especially likes afterwards when he can whisper reminders of what you’ve done, giving you flashbacks of when he had you bent over the dining table as you’re eating dinner with your friends
❀ absolutely adores praise, especially giving. Even when he tries to be a little rougher he can’t help but throwing in a “you’re doing so good” every now and then. But any giving night you’re showered in it, always reminded of how amazing he thinks you are
“fuckin’ hell you feel so good” “attagirl” “you take me so well darling” “god you look so pretty like this”
cervix hitting, recording, slightly smug clark tehe
w/ CLARK KENT
MDNI 18+
"clark!"
the way you squeal your boyfriend's name now is a lot different from the way the same syllables escaped your mouth just a few minutes ago. then, you were a little peeved, having said his name sternly whenever he aggressively attempted to get you to answer a question. you know it was his goal—get you to answer whatever question he asked instead of letting your avoidance slide. it was an idea pitched by lois. she alleged that clark was too nice on interviewees.
"his time with superman has softened him. he needs some edge," came her explanation.
so of course, you volunteered to help your boyfriend out. you posed as an interviewee, sat in his living room, and let him record whatever questions the two of you would discuss.
and when things got heated, you sternly said his name. now, though, your squeal is completely different.
it's pleasurable, for one. there's a slight shake to your words, prompted by the way clark is bouncing you on his cock with his hands. there isn't a lick of sternness in your tone now, even though you're trying with all your might to muster it up. but the only thing you can muster up right now is more squeals of clark's name.
"yeah?" he asks, all smug and steady even though he's exerting himself just as well as he's exerting you. his dimples pop at the sides of his grin, his blue eyes are lidded in the way only sex could cause. "what is it, honey?"
you try to let out a frustrated groan, but what comes out instead is a throaty whine.
clark laughs this time. he slows you down, holding his hands on your hips and keeping you situated on his lap. his movements don't completely stop, though. his hips gently push up into yours, driving his cock just the extra couple of inches deeper needed to punch against your cervix.
you gasp and slump forward until your head rests in the crook of clark's neck. without missing a beat, clark wraps his arms around the center of your back.
"you still doing okay up there?"
you don't answer. you can't. not when clark is pushing right up against your cervix. you dig your fingertips into the flesh of his shoulders and bite down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out. you've also stopped yourself from speaking.
"hm?" clark asks, "you still with me, pretty?"
your answer is immediate now. you nod, telling him that yeah, you are still with him. after a moment, you add, "barely," with a breathless laugh.
clark shares the sound with you. he holds you tight against him as he starts to move. he twists to the side until he's laid you down flat against the sofa. he has one leg pressed into the cushion, and his other foot pressed into the ground. then, without unsheathing at all, he returns to fucking you.
laid back like this, you can't hide from clark's gaze and you figure that's why the two of you are in this position in the first place. he's always been incredibly vocal about how much he enjoys watching you take him.
he tells you so now.
"you look so pretty," he says. "love watching you take my cock like this. you feel good? yeah?" you nod, unable to do much else. "how deep can you feel me? show me where."
with an embarrassingly shaky hand, you place your palm right against your bladder. clark whistles lowly and shakes his head.
"jeez."
you nod. "yeah, jeez."
clark licks his lips and turns his head for a second. you don't know what catches his eye, at least not at first, but when he turns back to face you he has that glint shining in the blue.
one hand presses into the sofa above your head while the other sinks down until he can wrap his fingers around your wrist. he drags your hand down, resting it over your clit.
"you know what to do," he assures. and you do. you single out your favorite fingers and begin to tweak your clit. it doesn't feel nearly as good, not since you've gotten so accustomed to clark's soft hands doing it for you, but the added pleasure kicks in instantly.
your back arches off of the sofa as you push your greedy cunt further into clark.
"tell me how good you feel, honey," he pleads, "i need to hear it."
again, you quickly follow his directions.
"you're making me feel so good, clark. i can't ... i can barely take it." you're gasping the words out.
"you can take it." his words are low and a little breathless. most of all, they're earnest. when he says it like that, of course you believe you can take it.
"i can take it, i can take it." you start to repeat it like a mantra.
"yeah, there you go, thereeee you go." you don't notice his hand slipping back down to your stomach until he's pressed onto your bladder. you gasp, sharply. you squirm for a second but clark shakes his head. "it's okay, it's okay. i promise. just take it, okay? make us proud."
you just have enough in you to question, "us?"
"yeah," he nods. "me here and now, and both me and you when we listen to this tape later."
it's only now when you remember the recorder sitting on the coffee table. it's still recording, something you made sure of since clark still hasn't gotten the hang of it, and you know it's expertly picking up every word, every breath, every drive of clark's cock into you.
you don't say anything before your orgasm unexpectedly knocks into your body thanks to this new information.
clark helps you ride it out with a grin the entire time.
⧼ warnings :: smut, hair pulling, service top!james, cunnilingus, whipped!james
pairing :: james potter x fem!reader
exams. so many exams, you were slaving over and studying for weeks. all day every day, it’s all your poor boyfriend saw you do. it nearly stressed him out as much as it did you, not knowing how to help and make it easier. despite the times you reassured him that him being there helped.
but finally, it’s all done. and tonight you can finally rest peacefully, laying in james’ bed, spooning him without a worry in the world. james shifts, turning his body around to look at you. "are you okay?" you bite your lip in thought, letting your hand go to his hair.
"i’m better," you sigh, twirling his hair between your fingers. "but i still feel a little on edge'." james huffs out a breath, not knowing what else to say. you hear him hum when you tug his hair slightly, causing a smirk to rise on your lips. you tug a little harsher and you feel his hand come up to yours.
"stop that," he whines into your neck, attempting to pull your hand away.
"that's not how you repay me." you joke back, recalling the reward he had promised you after all of your hard work. you kissed his cheek before letting go of his hair and there's a bit of silence before he's shuffling off the bed. you hear him maneuver himself to your side before turning the lamp on.
you gape at the sight before you, your pretty boyfriend on his knees. looking up at you, hands inching towards you. "is this better?" you shift so your lower half is off the bed and your right above him. his hands find purchase on your thighs and he looks up at you hesitantly.
"you know..." his hands travel further until they're at your waist. "i really should reward you." he shrugs and one hand goes to tug at the waistband of your pajama pants. "you did so well on your exams."
you just watch as he marvels over you, taking in every bit of you like it's the first time he's seen you. "you’re so beautiful." with your permission he tugs your pants off, “like a goddess.” he kisses up and down your legs before finding his way to your stomach. “i want to worship you.”
he nudges you so your back hits the mattress, slow, messy kisses trailing up your abdomen. "let me make you feel better?” you let out a breath and nod your head, his gaze focused on you before he presses his lips against yours, a kiss that's both gentle and passionate at the same time. he brings one hand to your chin, and another to your cheek to caress the side of your face as he deepens the kiss. you can feel how nervous he was, making all the decisions.
he lets out a soft groan, as an arm slips around your waist and pulls you closer, moaning against your lips. he presses his thigh between your legs, satisfied at the noises of pleasure you let out. james smiles into the kiss and pushes his body further into you. his hands run along your sides, feeling the warmth of your body, appreciating every part of you.
he slowly tilts your head to the side and his lips begin to trail kisses down to your neck, leaving nips and bites along your collarbone. his hands slide down to the sides of your thighs and he grips them. his lips keep their focus on leaving marks all over your neck, his hips grinding down on your leg.
"what if someone sees those?" you tauntingly ask him. he pulls away from your skin with red cheeks. he hesitates, letting his hands go up and down your body slowly.
"let them," he shrugs nervously. "i don't care, i want to worship you. i'll be happy if they know." you stare at him for a moment before threading your fingers through his hair. you dip your head down to his neck, littering butterfly kisses on his skin.
a soft groan slips from his lips but it's quickly covered up with a breathless laugh. the feeling of your soft lips against his skin is just so good. he closes his eyes and hums, leaning back to brush his nose gently against yours. his thumbs rub your hips, as he looks at you intently, his gaze taking in everything about you.
he's so infatuated with you, completely at your mercy. his hands slide underneath your top, caressing your skin. he pushes the fabric up a little higher as he presses a heated kiss to your lips. his hands travel higher and higher until his breath catches in his throat.
his face flushes again when he realizes where he's touching you, his thumb gently stroking over your chest in slow, teasing circles. his eye is locked on you as he does so. he feels you tug at his hair, making his body shiver slightly. soft sighs and gasps escape him and he lets out soft moans from time to time. the feeling of being so close and touching you with the soft caresses of his hands has him reeling.
he bites his lip nervously, "can you take it off?" his pretty, glazed over eyes are now avoiding yours. his shyness gives away what he wants and you reach back to unclasp your bra. he doesn't waste any time sliding your bra off to leave your entire upper body exposed to him. he can't help but stare for a moment, as he always does. taking in your body and appreciating the sight in front of him.
"you're so pretty, angel." he murmurs, still a little breathless. you let out a small laugh before sliding your hand up his shirt, leaving ghost touches along his abdomen. he lets out a groan at your touch, his body twitching in excitement. a shiver of pleasure ripples through his body when your lips nip at a sensitive part of his skin.
with a whine he pushes your body back down, "this is about you, not me." he places his lips on your skin again, inching lower and lower with every one he places. they trail from your collarbone, to your chest, down your torso, and landing right above the waistband of your pants.
he looks up at you as if awaiting your commands, causing you to giggle. "thought you were gonna worship me? you get to decide what to do then." he stutters before shutting his mouth and nodding, hands shakily sliding your pants down your legs.
he kisses along your thighs, breathing heavily at the sight before him. you're clad in just your underwear, you're piercing eyes trained on him while you wait for his next move. his kisses come back up until his breath is making contact with the fabric of your panties.
he presses a small kiss to your clit thought your underwear, unable to bite bad a prideful smile when you hum out of pleasure. he pushes your underwear to the side and he slides his tongue through your folds.
he moans when your hand tugs at his hair again, harsher this time. he judges his nose against your clit. he can't get enough of your taste, hands snaking around your thighs to hold them in place around his head.
he feels your hand push down, attempting to control his head. with a soft groan he lets you use his face to get off. the vibrations his noises make has you squirming, your own moans getting louder and louder when a finger slips into you.
your noises turn into tired pants and your hand falls to your side. you lazily grind against his face and he holds your thighs down. you feel yourself getting close and you let out a sigh before tugging his head up by his hair.
he looks dazed and his fingers continue to work inside you, "i'm close, you're doing so good." the praise has his head spinning and his movements quickening. he leans up to capture your lips in a kiss, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you.
he pants into the kiss, his desperate hips grinding into the mattress. he feels your body spasm before you're cumming around his fingers, biting down on his lip and leaving him whimpering.
he stops and lets you catch your breath, face inches from yours. you go to praise him some more when your eyes catch on the wet spot on his pants. "did you really..." he whines before you could finish your sentence, burying his head in your neck.
