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Edging You｜Dom!Ryland Grace x f!reader

✩ Genre: Smut｜MDNI

✩ Word Count: 423

✩ A/N: Has anyone talked about edging (f receiving) with Mr. Ryland Grace. I’m not sure but here are my thoughts.

✩ C/W: fingering, edging (f receiving), praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl etc.)

Grace prefers not using bondages, just simply tells you to put your hands above your head, but if you struggle too much he would wrap his tie around your wrists and ties them up to the head of the bed.

Fingers, his fingertips are calloused. Touching your folds slightly to hear your small purring sound, you know he loves kissing you while fingering, swallowing every little moan from you. When he notices you slightly arch your back, he knows that he finds your sensitive spot again. He would do anything that could bring you to the peak and heaven, thumb pressing right against your clit and rubs precisely. “Such a good girl sweetheart, so adorable and pretty… feels good?” You want to push his wrist, want to make him stop and let you breathe a little, but all you hear is his whisper. “Keep your hands steady baby, we have our rules, don’t we?”

You gasp, feeling the tide in your body is turning bigger and thicker as Grace keeps stimulating your pussy. “Please, please Ry, wanna c-come…!” You pant, trying to twist your body. “You wanna come?” “Yes, yes yes please Ry…” He feels your inner is squeezing, the way your body shivers is so beautiful, yet he could let it break prettier, by slowing down the pace and let you hold it, and that is what he’s doing right now. “I know, I know it’s a bit much for you, but you can do it, you’re my sweet little girl, hm?” Grace fondles your lower belly gently, watching your body shaking like you’re gonna collapse. You struggle hard, wishing he could press your spots again, of course, you wish he doesn’t stop.

“Not yet, not yet, focus on me, look at me babygirl,” he kisses your cheek to grab your attention, “just a little longer, alright? Hold it f’me, you’re doing so well.” He says softly while starting to speed up his fingers a little, you feel those waves rushing in your body once more, a sharp scream is led out from your throat, and sooner it becomes tears rolling down. “Gonna come? Are you gonna come f’me sweetheart?” You can’t help but yelling his name, “words, c’mon, say it and you’ll get your treat,” “Y-yes, g-gonna come, come… please…”

He lowers, let your arched body hitting his. He curls his fingers just right, and his thumb's still circling your clit. “That’s my good girl, breathe, breathe, just let it happen.” That’s all you hear before the white flash hits you.

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Ryland Grace calls you to come to his office then picks you up, putting you on his table, lifting up your skirt and starting to finger. He can look you in the eye through the glasses and pretend nothing goes wrong, just saying you were too close to his colleagues and it should not have happened, down there he got his fingers all wet. When you begin to beg, he clucks softly, acting like he’s a little bit helpless and says “Oh sweetheart, you nearly soaked my students’ papers, how am I supposed to grade them, hm?” When you’re about to cum, he pulls his fingers out, licking them slowly , before he helps you organize your skirt. “Good girls have patience, so we’ll finish them after we get home. Gonna cum f’me for a few times, You’re my good girl, right? Of course you can do it.”

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When he’s pissed｜Dom!Dean Winchester x f!reader

✩ Genre: Smut｜MDNI

✩ Word Count: 509

✩ A/N: I need more dominant Dean.

✩ C/W: bondage, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, babygirl etc.), jealous Dean, dirty talk

Dean’s the kind of man who acts differently when he’s pissed. Most of the time he cares about you so much, always and you feel like you’re in heaven (in a good way). Even if you ask him if he can treat you roughly tonight, he’ll give you that Dean Winchester smirk and nod, “fine sweetheart, can’t wait to hear you beg f’me,” you still can feel the gentle inside that rawness, those soft kisses on your forehead and those love words never hurt.

Things would change when he’s angry, or jealous, or maybe he just feels like he’s been spoiling you way too much lately, you start to talk boldly, flirting with some guys he doesn’t know. So he throws you to bed, using a belt to wrap around your wrists. He’ll force you to cum by doing a fast foreplay, sucking your pussy while fingering you with one hand, and the other one rubbing your tits. “Say my name before you cum sweetheart,” he loves your sobbing voice, because that means you’re breaking for him, “louder, mhm, good girl, cum f’me.”

He’s gonna say a lot of shitty stuff when he thrusts without any mercy. “Still wanna flirt with the guy in the restaurant huh, what now hmm? Cat got your tongue? I bet he’s still a fuckin virgin, couldn’t even find a woman’s g-spot.” with that classic smile on his face, “eyes on me baby, ain’t gonna pass out that quick, little pussy’s still sucking me hard.”

He absolutely knows what he’s doing, the angle that he thrusts to hit your sweet spot, the way he let you admit that you’re his, the thoughts of fucking you until you break so beautifully and completely for him, until there’s nothing left in that tiny dumb brain of yours but his name and his cock.

He flips you around to start again in doggy. You try your best to move away from him, escape from that terrifying pleasure. He finds you adorable, like a little pet. So he grabs your ankle and drags you back. Your body rubs against the sheets and the covers, “going somewhere? I haven’t done with this pretty pussy,” you feel your waist being pushed down, “but don’t worry, I’ll let her drink my cum at the end.” You whimper at him, begging him to slow down. “Aww that’s so sweet, but not this time, sorry for that babygirl.” Yet you could clearly hear the smile in his words.

But still, he just wants to teach you a lesson, when your mind and body surrender completely, giving up all resistance and submitting to him fully, and you instinctively whisper that you’re his, he knows he’s about to cum. He cups your already dazed, hazy face in his hands, whispering over and over that he loves you, always. After everything, he’ll unbuckle the belt and rub your wrists gently, kiss the corner of your mouth, then carry you to get you cleaned up.

“Good night, sweetheart, did a good fuckin’ job out there.”

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Cuddles｜Dean Winchester x gn!reader

✩ Genre: Fluff

✩ Word Count: 370

✩ A/N: Dean Winchester please stop making me cry.

Cuddling with Dean is always like a dream. When you lean against his chest, all that “stay behind me” thing comes to your mind, yet you’re inside his arms right now. He pats your back, having that little smirk on his face, “so clingy today, hm?” You cover his mouth playfully with one hand and laugh “shut up.” He kisses your palm instead, makes you wanna put your hand back, but he grabs it.

Hunting days are so much exhausting, you don’t know whether to be grateful for them, as you’re so busy that you won’t have time to face the insecurity lingering within. Insecurity about him—leaving. You told him before, and he decided to blow them away with cuddles. So here it is. You can’t help but blame your own insatiable greed, yet you desperately wish time would freeze right now, forever, his gaze, like emeralds, falls upon your heart, brimming with all his love for you.

You feel the warmth of each other’s bodies as the night falls quiet and still. He takes the hand he has just kissed, the very hand that sometimes trembles faintly with anxiety and whispers, “lean on me a little more, sweetheart, I will love you with all of my fleeting life.” You tell him not to always say such romantic yet gloomy words. He chuckles, “my baby always cares so much about me,” he looks at you smiley, “aw, I must truly be the luckiest man in the world.”

A sudden urge to cry wells up in your chest. Luck is never a word meant for the Winchesters. How could fate twist those once bright, spirited children into who they are now? You’ve seen his spine bent under the weight of fate, his eyes clouded with exhaustion. So you stood by him, shouldering his burdens and sharing his pressures. And then he told you — as long as you were by his side, loving him, that would be more than enough.

He was born to love, and so were you. So tonight you hold and kiss each other like you’re running out of time.

Wrapped in love, nothing in heaven or earth could separate you.

Not even death could tear you apart.

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Humping｜Soldier Boy(Ben) x f!reader

✩ Genre: Smut｜MDNI

✩ Word Count: 170

Been thinking ab you humping on Ben’s boots while he sits on the couch, like he would look down at you say “come on doll rub that wet little pussy on Daddy’s boot, gimme your best shot.” Patting your head like you’re his needy kitten in heat. “Uh-uh, hold it f’me, babygirl.” He would be so proud if you make his boots soaked and grind your waist, pressing yourself against the surface. “Harder, find your clit sweetheart,” he’ll say, “yeah that’s right, feels good isn’t it.” Finally, he would let you cum or piss on his boots, then pick you up and throw you on the bed to fuck you properly.

Or!

Why don’t you rub yourself along his shield, it’s so cold that you want to escape but Ben just holds your waist and tells you to be good. Then whenever he’s in fight with someone he’ll remember that his little girl came on his shield and smell it as if it still has your scent on it.

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Cupping face headcanons

Rygos characters x f!reader

NSFW contents below the cut, MDNI

Word Count: 538

A/N: It’s a little bit messy cuz lots of ideas suddenly popped into my head as I was writing.

C/W: slight manipulation, praise kink, strength kink, oral (m receiving), mirror, possessiveness

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Just saw on X, something something Ryan Gosling always cups the face of whoever he’s gonna kiss. (I’ll put the link in comment!) Not gonna say he’s a bad aimer lmao. But AHHHHHHH that’s why in my opinion almost every character he acts is dominant and has the urge to control something/you, the urge to grab your attention.

Here are some examples, not including every character because I haven’t watched every movie.

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Thinking of, like, Driver cups your face to let you shut up. Ken wants you to look at only him. Sebastian wants you to know who’s in charge right now. Holland wants you to listen to him talking. Colt is going to kiss your lips, and Lars is the cheek. K and Grace look like they’re gonna stop you from saying something that shows low self-esteem.

I think Henry’s not gonna do this commonly, probably when he’s a little annoyed. “The guy you talked with in the restaurant this morning, who is he?” He wouldn’t use much strength, but softly, grabs your chin with a cigarette tucked between his fingers. “Answer my question, tell me who the fuck he is.”

Oh and more about Sebastian, he’s doing this when you’re having an argument as well, like “Don’t fucking ignore me when I’m speaking to you” or “Don’t be fucking silent to me”. Okay this sounds a little bit creepy and sorry for using too many f words. 😭

It’s a good way to kiss cuz you can’t hide and push him to escape. He knows that.

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I just use he/him to call these characters for convenience!

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He will cup your face while fucking you, swallowing your whimpers and moans.

You can feel how big his hand is, the texture, the pressure and grip.

They also want you to repeat what they’ve said. Normally they’re just gonna check if you’ve listened and remembered. “Lock your doors, don’t go out, check the time, call me if there’s anything you want to get before I come back, alright? Okay, say it back to me.”

But imagine during sex, you’re too fucked out to answer his questions like “Tell me who does this little pussy belong to” or “Say my name when I’m fucking you like this, who am I, hm?” But then he realizes you couldn’t pay attention to him, already drowning in the pleasure. So he cups your face and teach you the answer, and let you repeat. If you do great he might allow you to cum once as a reward.

It sounds like he’s some kind of “forcing” you to focus on what he’s doing to you. Let you watch yourself if there’s a mirror, because you wanna turn your head away at first. “Look,” he cups, “the view’s pretty isn’t it? Taking me so well, such a good girl.”

When you give him a blow job or he jerks off, he’ll grab your chin to open your mouth, cum inside it. Even if you want to shake your head to refuse, you’ll hold his cum anyway, he has that strength. And he cups your face, won’t allow you to spit it, either letting you hold the cum in your mouth or drink it, then show him.

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Teaching?｜Ryland Grace x f!reader

✩ Genre: Smut｜MDNI

✩ Word Count: 217

✩ A/N: If there are any academic errors, please correct me. Just finished watching the movie, need this hot dork so bad.

✩ C/W: fingering, praise kink, pet names (kitten)

Grace gives me the feeling that he’s the kind of man who would teach you science and biology while fingering you, circling your clit and says “Pollen is the male gametophyte of plants, carrying haploid genetic material and producing the male gametes involved in fertilization, so you see…” and then he realizes you’re not listening to him because he makes you feel so good, so he stops and lowers his head a bit. “You listening?” You bite your lips and nod slightly, grinding your waist a bit to show the urge. He pats your head, “then what did I say? Repeat it f’me.” You widen your eyes and try to keep your tones steady:

“P-pollen…”

“Mhm, and?”

“And um- gene…?”

He frowns, tapping your clit and folds playfully, “wrong answer kitten, and that’s one orgasm for not paying fully attention f’me, but gonna make you understand it first. Basically it’s…” He starts teaching and pressing again.

He’s definitely the kind of man who would whisper so fuckin’ softly to you but still ignoring your pleas to let him stop or slower. “Shh, no arguing. You can do it. Focus on what I’ve told you.” He would praise you a lot. “That’s it… cum for me, kitten. Let it all out. Good girl… so pretty when you cum.”

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Breathe In Sync｜Ryland Grace x gn!reader

✩ Genre: Fluff

✩ Word Count: 319

✩ A/N: I need his comfort.

One thing I love about Ryland is that, he has that desire and care to actually listen to your thoughts, and he would really show this to you. For people who have anxiety disorder (like me), people who were never listened to seriously before could understand this strong sense of security from him and the extreme power of praising. Whenever the panic attacks you, he holds your shaky hands, covering them with his palms. He talks you through it, pulling yourself into his chest and planting slight kisses on your head, forehead, cheeks, lips. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere, just lemme hold you, sweetheart.” He may start to hum some notes or melody to calm you, “I’ve got you, went through so much darling, you’ve done so good.” He strokes your back slowly, with gentleness, “I’m so proud of my baby.”

I can’t. About listening. He just loves hearing you sharing things with him, anything. You chuckle, telling him that you’re not gonna talk about it because it’s so stupid or dumb, he doesn’t care, he needs to let you know that he’s the one who WANTS to hear you. Those amazing ideas coming from your mind, those voices rising from your heart melt him. Even if they are small or tiny, nothing special, they all are from you, his babygirl. He will hold you, because things you’ve been through were too painful to tell, the loneliness was so overwhelming you couldn’t curl yourself up, couldn’t find a tiny light. He will, guide you, showing that it wasn’t your fault, none of those were your problems, he knows who YOU are. You won’t be silent, and so does he. Cause we can see he loves sharing thoughts, he has the desire to speak too, and that’s the time you listening to him as well.

You prop each other, never letting either fall in solitude.