Hey! Could I ask for a fic or Drabble with a dominate Dutch and a male reader? I love your blog so much, you’re my absolute fav! Hope you have a good one :)
Thank you, dear ❤ I know I haven't done much for the mango man lovers so far and I always want to add to the male reader content, so please accept this humble offering 😄
You're on your way to your tent when you see Dutch, waving you over. "Come on, in my tent. Now."
By the time you reach the tent, Dutch is already sitting on his cot, opening his pants.
"Let me see you," he says, and you eagerly comply, undressing so fast that you almost trip.
"Over here, on your knees," Dutch orders, his eyes dark, filled with lust.
You fall into the dirt without hesitation, your face in line with Dutch's crotch. He pulls out his cock before looking down between your legs.
"You will watch me, and do what I do to yourself. Understood?"
"Yes," you say, reaching for your dick, and when Dutch strokes himself you do the same.
It doesn't take long for you to see what Dutch is going for. He teases himself, wanting to watch you do the same and if he doesn't come, you can't either.
You do your best to mimic Dutch. Every stroke and twist, every pull and pause. You spit on your dick when he does and play with your balls the same way.
The only difference is that you're inches away from Dutch, eager to get way more from him. He knows how much it gets you off to follow his orders, and it becomes harder and harder for you to concentrate.
You only allow yourself to moan when Dutch gets enough into it that small gasps escape him. Never taking your eyes off of him, you pray that he'll finish soon.
Since Dutch has sent you away before when you didn't follow his rules, there's no wqy you can stop, but if you keep doing this the same way as Dutch does, you won't make it any longer.
Your breathing gets completely out of hand and tears well up in your eyes from the tension of holding back. Then Dutch moves faster and you're about to beg him for mercy when he grabs you by the neck and pulls you closer.
Dutch holds you in place, stroking himself to paint your face with his come, and your mouth falls open as you throw yourself over the edge. You shake in his grip, lapping up what you can reach and Dutch catches his breath while he watches you.
"You've done good, boy," he says. "You're allowed to lick me clean."
You eagerly lean forward and savour Dutch like a favorite meal.
Charles x f reader nsfw purdy please :3 new follower but stumbled across a drabble involving John and a pillow and I enjoyed reading it!!
Welcome 😄 I couldn't do this in 100 words, so 200 it is 😁 and turned out more gn reader
Charles traces the line of your face with his fingertips, his eyes following the movement.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"Looking at you," Charles says, a soft smile on his lips. "You're so beautiful."
"Stop," you say, trying to hide behind your arm, but Charles dives under it to kiss you.
"I don't want to stop."
Charles moves his hips, and you moan as you feel him inside of you. He brings his lips close to yours, your breath mingling when Charles keeps pushing into you.
"You're breathtaking, charming, and graceful," Charles says between kisses, his eyes always searching for yours. "I could look at you all day."
"One more word-," you say in a threatening tone, but Charles never cared for your self-deprecation.
"The fairest of them all, so purdy," Charles continues, making you laugh.
His smile gets even bigger and you wonder if he knows about his own beauty.
"I love you," you say, putting your arms around his neck. "But now I need you to use your breath for something else."
You draw Charles in for another kiss, your bodies moving in sync. Soon, your fingers dig into Charles' shoulders. Like this you do feel beautiful.
Hey if you’re still doin the drabbles, could I request a Dutch x m!reader with the prompt “sloppy”? I love you’re work, feel free to work you’re magic! :)
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my stuff 😊❤
"You are a sloppy one, aren't you?" Dutch says, petting your head while you lick along his length, spit running down your chin. "Look at me."
Dutch uses his handkerchief to wipe your mouth, clicking his tongue. "There's a time and place, boy."
You let him feed you his cock, and Dutch looks pleased when you don't move. "Now take it slow, use your tongue with purpose."
He keeps giving you orders and you do everything he asks until he pulls out.
"Now it's time to be sloppy," he says, covering your cheeks and chin with his come. "Good boy."
"Alright, let's try this again," Hosea says, "nice and slow."
You move your hand as careful as you can, searching the path with the least resistance as your fingers glide into the tight space. Holding your breath, you go deeper, but Hosea interrupts you by slapping your hand in his pocket.
"I felt it again," Hosea says, "that makes three times."
"I'm trying," you sigh and turn around, bending over the table. Hosea pulls down your pants, his oil coated fingers gliding along your entrance.
"Maybe that will teach you some dexterity," he says, slowly pushing his fingers in. "Observe."
Hosea x Dutch + thigh? NSFT It’s fine if you don’t want to
Turned into just a hint of NSFT 😅
Dutch taps his cards at the table, his eyes wandering from one player to the next. Hosea is sitting next to him, his face betraying nothing.
The guy on the other side is sweating, and his friend next to him touches his hat, an obvious tell. Dutch stifles a sigh. This is too easy.
He's about to suggest the end of the game when something warm touches his thigh. Dutch glances down.
Hosea's hand is resting there and when it's Dutch's turn to bet, Hosea squeezes his flesh before moving further up. He always knows how to make things interesting.
If drabble requests are still open: nsfw! Bill Williamson x female reader + bandana
"Jesus, slow down," Bill grunts, but you won't.
You roll your hips, riding him harder. He reaches up, holding on to your breasts and squeezing your flesh, turning you on even more.
You bite your lip to stay quiet so close to camp, but Bill's grunts grow louder. You grab his bandana, pulling it up over his mouth, holding it in place.
You can feel his heavy breaths under the fabric, rubbing yourself against him until your muscles milk his cock, his moans barely muffled by the bandana.
The night only goes quiet once you fall asleep in Bill's arms.
