Warnings: This is just smut, y'all. Plus some choking + tiny fluff.
Word count: 766
A/N: First time writing for Alfie (he was the one who kinda snuck in while writing) so, I hope it works! Enjoy!
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… He’s the kind of big guy who’d give me the perfect hug, that I’ll just become swallowed in his arms, you know? I’m not short enough to have him rest his head on mine, but I could rest mine on his shoulder and slightly down on his chest and it’ll be almost the same and he’d hug me so tight and I’d feel so warm and loved, you know?
And he’s the type who’d praise me and tell me that I’m great, that I’m awesome however much I’ll undoubtedly be weeping, making his shirt all wet and black with mascara and he’d pet my hair and rub my back and remind me that in his eyes, in his world, I’m a goddess … and I’d get all awkward and touched and weird and he’d say something funny too, I think, and make me laugh in the middle of my sobbing and that’s when he’d pull me out of the embrace and he’d kiss me and I’d finally feel how plush and soft his lips are. And I don’t know, will they be too soft? How will his tongue be? I hope it will be perfect. Neither too pointy and hard nor too soft and fat, you know? The man’s in the culinary industry so I assume he knows what a well balanced piece of meat is, whichever muscle it may be and however it’s served, right?
And that’d be the day where I hope I’ll be wearing a skirt or dress of sorts so he can haul me up in those strong arms, push my back against a wall and hold me there with my legs around his waist and our lips together again and we’d kiss until my panties are drenched and I’d start dry humping him until he unzips his pants and pushes my panties to the side and –oh God I hope he has a thick cock– I want him to push to get it in, despite how wet and welcoming I’d be. And I’d be a horny and sobbing mess and I’d want him so bad and he’d want me too, he’d want me to be his Goddess and he’d want me to almost take control – almost because he’d be fucking me with all the might he can muster and he’d want me to run my nails into the flesh of his back, gripping him as he fucks me and he’d want me to grip him by the neck too, choke him a little, tease him with some breath play and he’d moan so freaking much and he’d almost cum just then and I’d let go and just stroke his throat with my nails so softly and gently, as gently as I can as he continues to screw me into the wall, making my spine almost punch through my skin from all the vigorous rubbing but I wouldn’t care, I’d just want more and more and more. More.
And we’d both be filthy and sweaty and so freaking hot and heaving and he’d lay me down on the couch and pull my legs over his shoulders and he’d fuck me still, fuck me until I see stars and I’d run my nails down his chest and up again, reaching for his throat and I’d squeeze, I’d squeeze in some sort of rhythm and I’d squeeze one of my breasts with my free hand and his hands would be digging into the flesh of my hips as he hammers his thick dick into me, so deep, so goddamn deep. I’d have taken a break with the choking at some point and I’d pull him down to kiss me, I’d pull him by his beard and when I have him down, that’s when I’d start squeezing him around his throat again and this time… this time he’d be the one who sees stars. And he’d be staggering, his dick twitching so fucking deep in my belly, fingers of one of my hands clutching at his throat and dragging the nails on my other hand down his chest. I’d almost say, “Cum for me, bitch”, I’d hold off that last word, but I’d still tell him to… I’d draw every last drop out of him with my cunt and my hand on his throat and once he’s done and ready he’d collapse between my legs, down onto his knees, his head on my belly and arms on each side of me and I’d laugh quietly, stroking his scarred cheek and beard so gently as he rests there, heaving and beautiful and sweaty and mine.
Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC
Summary: Post-sex conversation + comfort.
Warnings: Mention of sex. Fluff. Slight angst if you squint
Word Count: 200
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Their naked bodies were dewy and hot after sex. They sat on the couch, regaining breath. She had her back turned toward him and collected her hair to one side of her neck. He leaned forward to kiss her on the other, then stroked her shoulder.
“You have a beautiful back.”
“Oh,” she replied, looking back at him, “how come?”
“It's strong,” he said, “Defined.”
She smiled. “Thank you. I work out a lot.”
“Do you?” he asked with a chuckle. She turned away again.
“What kind of workout?”
“I like lifting heavy things,” she said, then waited for his reaction. He only smiled, so she continued.
“Weights and stuff. I also run. But it's mostly just the old school kind.”
“You keep surprising me,” he said and snaked his arms around her, tugging her toward him.
“Well…” she began, not really knowing where to take the conversation. “I do it because it reminds me that I can do hard things,” she thought, but didn't have the courage to speak out loud.
She didn't have to, for he started kissing her again. They were the softest lips she had felt for so long, so she simply let go and melted into him.
We spent the evening together, morning too, not as I wished and consciously intended, but nonetheless so.
Your embrace and my face buried in your chest, that large, stoic body; a mountain of tainted gold.
Your words still touch me and how I wish I could reach deeper, take you home, have you here.
Jagged cliff, towering rock, cut into my skin so I can't break free without scaring myself more.
Instead I linger in quiet, watching you, yearning.
The weight of you is almost too much to bear, however I insist on being strong and firm myself; relentless. Savoring the bittersweet taste, I am an addict.
We shall see, I chant to myself. What is meant for me will come to me.
This is a series of unfortunate events, yet we stole moments together and for those I am grateful.
May there be more to come and may they be fruitful; depleted of worry and remorse, but rather abound in soft joy, passion and vivid hunger for one another, the time we have lost and have yet to endure.
I will it with all of my heart and soul.
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I am a snake curled up, old skin growing tight, feeding on the warmth that you lend me as I await my moment to shed.
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The feminine urge to ride his face. To glide my lips over his tongue, over and over again, feeling it press into my slit then onto my clit and back again. Just grind until I cum.
Do you ever just… miss him pressing his dick against the back of your throat? The back of it, and not down it, because his shaft is so thick that you haven't yet learned to open up enough to take it?
Do you ever miss him spreading your lips apart and mouth wide open before he spits in it and then presses your head back down over his dick?
Do you ever miss when you choke on his thickness, tasting the sourness from your gut forcing its way up through your system? But then amidst your sickening sense of yourself he says, “You're doing so well. You're so good,” and you can't help but smile up at him like a little child who thought they did so wrong, but then was told that actually, in fact, they did just right?
Do you ever miss feeling so gross and used and vulnerable, but a moment after you're hauled up into his arms as he sighs your name? And then just holds you against his chest as his legs spasm and you realize he's actually clinging to you, using you to hold himself stable from the orgasm you just gave him?
Kink: Innocence
Pairing: Billy Lee x You
Warnings: Corruption kink x innocence kink, cunnilingus, dub!con. 18+
Wordcount: 766
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He walks among the sleeping bodies spread across the floor
She’s lying there too, eyes shut tight, but still she listens
Awaits his footsteps, come close
Hopefully he’ll stop by her side
Tap her on the shoulder
Tell her she’s the one
The one to help him through the night
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The blissful sight of you
The lace and soft fabrics
Flowers adorning your hair
You’re a sight to behold, as you lay in his bed
You watch him come around
As he brings the wine
Just the bottle
Just him in his jeans and the shirt unbuttoned
And the bottle.
Hair gently flowing as he passes the open window
A summer night’s breeze
“Help me sleep,” he says
Eyes lingering on you
You notice he isn’t looking at your body,
Not as he says those words
It makes you confused
This is your first time
You don’t know what to expect
How to be… the chosen
“You display such innocence,”
He says, his voice croaky yet sweet
“But I can’t help but wonder,”
And now a finger trails your skin
The hair rises on your legs where his finger left
“You’re hiding something from me.”
He offers you the bottle
Uncertain of what to say, you take a sip
“I want to see what hides within,”
His warm hand slides up under the skirt of your dress,
He’s edging towards the innermost part of your thighs
“Show me that this innocence is a lie,”
It’s confusing, his face looks so kind,
“A beautiful, cunning facade,”
He takes the bottle back and takes a decent drink.
He licks his lips as he watches you for a while
His eyes devour every inch of your body, making your soul catch fire
Moments pass by in silence, your mind is flying
Thoughts scatter in your feeble brain when his eyes meets yours again
He lifts your little head up with a single finger,
“You’re my innocent bird tonight, love,”
And you feel your insides melt,
“–but I’m determined to discover your secret.”
You struggle to keep looking him in the eyes,
Blinking, tears swelling forth
“There,” he says, “something’s coming up,”
Something’s coming up, you repeat in your mind
What’s he talking about?
Before you know it he has his lips on yours
The bottle’s on the table
Your cheeks flush
Your body swells
It feels like spiders crawl your skin
Is it just the wind?
Or is it the magic spell he has on me?
His hand reaches behind your head
He kisses you deeper
It’s slow, you sense his passion
Is it devotion?
He’s over you
His shirt's on the floor
His body hovers above
Like a golden shadow embracing you
The candles flicker as he looks down
Taking in the delicate, intricate patterns of your lace
Then he moves
He smells the skin of your chest, lingers
Before sliding further down
His body is like a snake
Lean and powerful
Deadly and alluring
You can’t help but sigh
In return you hear a deep hum,
“There we are,” he speaks softly
His breath tickles your exposed belly
Your dress is pulled up, you hadn’t even noticed
The charmer, you think to yourself
Looking down at him
The snake charmer, you think of yourself
Such naivety.
You feel a slippery, wet surface against your core
Instinctively, your hands reach for his hair
In the same instant, before they’re there,
His hands capture yours.
“No no, little dove.
This is what I was talking about,
What I saw in your eyes before.
You’re innocent enough,
but you’ve got to trust...”
Still confused, you lessen the tension in your arms
Let them come down by your sides, where he placed them
His eyes are glistening above your mound
Watching you
“Be still for me now, little dove,”
You nod and hum a wordless reply
Before his eyes vanish below again.
The muscles of his shoulders and back shift
as his arms snake around your legs, spreading them wide.
His movements are so smooth
There seems to be music to them
As if a melody or rhythm is always playing in his soul
You wonder which song it is now
His tongue strikes again and the thought is pushed from your mind
You remember to be a good girl and clench your fists
I am his tonight, you think, I must oblige.
It’s a blessing– but the words “in disguise” are diffused by the unspeakable things he does
So you simply let him take what’s undeniably his.
Okay, hi. So. I've been thinking, and was wondering if anyone else ever feels like this.
So, you're a single gal, right, just shaved your legs and had a long shower because you're going to a bachelorette party later on. You're feeling all pretty but have some time to kill, so you just waddle around in a cute night dress/could pass for a sundress thing, but it's a bit chilly so you put on your blush pink satin robe, fuzzy socks aaaand leggings because it's actually quite chilly.
Then you pour up your second cup of coffee that day and just for the fun of it add a generous teaspoon of your new coffee liqueur. Again, you're a single woman, turning 31 with the week, and you just wanna feel good, right?
And that's when the thought hits you; how amazing it would have been to have a handsome man prepping and serving this coffee to you.
Actually you just wanna lounge on your sofa with your new book about a cat on an adventure saving books, while this handsome, lightly dressed man serves you your coffee and a plate of fresh fruit and chocolate, maaaybe he gives you a little kiss but no not even that. He simply admires and compliments you in this random, little yet very comfortable outfit you're wearing, and serves you these delicacies while himself also being a snack to feast your eyes on.
Is that too much to ask for? I don't know, man.
I also thought that as of this moment, while I have been made aware that my specific [current] type [of man] is in the (aquatic) muscle twink/himbo area, but, right now, I'd also be perfectly happy with a big hunk of a man, lumberjack or blacksmith or something of that sort… as long as he can maneuver around my tiny apartment and, well, serve me, you know?
And that's my genuine question. Do you know? Do you have a similar… shall we say… fantasy?
A/N: I need to think of a name, because I sense a series of sorts. Tinder Adventures? 😂🙄😬😅 This is just: Full-blown expression of thirst, that's all. So yeah, it's smutty, to say the least.
Pairing: Female POV x Random guy. Tyler Rake is for visuals+bad boy vibes+your pleasure. 💦
Warnings: Filthy smut-ish. Mentions of: Bodily fluids, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, slight Daddy-kink, Dom/sub situation, sex/fucking, size kink... I say; fuck a lot. Did I miss anything?
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Rail me, please.
Bend me over your imaginary desk and take me.
I say imaginary because you say you're an entrepreneur. For all I know, that might also be a kind of construction work, because I see your hands, big guy.
That said, if you are the office-kinda guy, then take me on that table. Or maybe you have a table on the construction site.
Actually just rail me anywhere, good sir.
Let me cling to the table or wall or whatever as you hammer into me.
For some reason I want you to finger me, although I have a feeling that you're gonna be too rough; too hard on me. But you turn me on so goddamn much, it'll be fine. You'll probably make me cum anyway.
Well, I'm not sure if I actually believe that, but let me tell you, I'll give you the fucking blowjob of your life, how about that?
Sloppy, drilling… hah, I mean; dripping saliva and precum running down my face. You can hold my hair if you want. Hold my head still as you fuck my face. I don't mind if you do it a little violently. Actually, please do. Just fucking ram your dick down my throat.
I don't understand, do I really have to say this to you? I thought it was a given… your neck tattoo goes well with my piercings and red hair and swollen lips.
So fuck me, you bad boy, you big man, you Daddy which I sense you wanna be called… you called me 'mami' after all. Let me show you some stuff. Let me show you what you're losing out on. Come on. Reply me.
