is it bad that this scene was just so attractive to me omgomg

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is it bad that this scene was just so attractive to me omgomg
damn iâm horny i mean hungryâŠ
heâs so beefy and yummy i need to be punished by him hardcore (i NEED him to manhandle me)
âËâč⥠mean | sam winchester x reader
requested - heyy could u make a sam x reader thing where he fucks rlly roughly but heâs really sweet during aftercare bc the idea that sam is rough during but sweet after makes me weak in the kneesđ« đ (anon)
a/n - this is. probably the most filthy thing iâve written. itâs just filthy smut. with a hint of sweetheart sam at the end. i need him so bad itâs not funny. still working on my longer plot fics but i wanted to get this out today to get back into writing!! hopefully you enjoy :) would very much appreciate feedback! <3
cws - fem!reader, 2.4k, nsfw 18+, meandom!sam turned soft!sam, oral f!recieving, praise, very mild choking, condescending words, p in v, mild overstimulation, tears, aftercare, fluff
other fics can be found on my masterlist
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She was convinced that Samâs mouth was a whole new kind of heaven.
Heâd already made her cum once with his mouth alone, large hands pressed into the plush of her thighs to keep them spread, her hips stilled, which were twitching with every sweep of his tongue. He was skilled, drawing the pleasure out of her like it was nothing. Sam had easily spent fifteen minutes down there, eating her out like a starved man, like it was all he wanted.
And she didnât know how she was still breathing. There was a relief that ran through her that Dean and Castiel werenât in the bunker that night, because even though they were shut away in the privacy of their room, she was sure that she wouldâve been heard. Sam had been pulling noises out of her all night, obscene lewd sounds that she wouldâve been embarrassed about being heard if it wasnât Sam with her.
He always made sure that as much as he made her feel, none of it was embarrassment.
âËâč⥠sexxx dreams | sam winchester x reader
inspired by the song sexxx dreams by lady gaga
a/n - aaah hi !! itâs been so long since iâve written a full fic im sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth. life has sucked but iâm back!! itâs been far too long since iâve posted a sam smut so hehe i hope you guys like this. took me way too long to write a sex curse fic lmao. but i hope you enjoy !! leaving feedback on fics is the world to fic writers :)
cws - fem!reader, 8k words, friends to lovers, smut, sex curse, witchcraft, wet dream, brief jacking off, p in v, riding, missionary, size kink ish, a lot of cum, needy and kinda whiny sam, flirty rowena, big brother dean, feverish sam, brief cage/lucifer mentions
other fics can be found on my masterlist
âShit- ah fuck,â Sam grunted with the next roll of his hips, the warmth around his cock so euphoric it was a wonder he didnât cum right then. There was a haziness in the room, a strange atmosphere that in the moment he hadnât thought to question. A bed he didnât recognise, sheets too plain and walls even plainer, but his focus was solely on her beneath him.
Which led to the other strange thing he hadnât thought to question â they hadnât done this before. But his best friend was underneath him and the tight warmth of her cunt sucking him back in with every thrust just felt so right.
âSo good, thatâs so good, honey.â
Her fingers were in his hair and she just kept whimpering his name in a tone that made his cock throb harder, arousal curling deeper. His hands were tight around her hips as his own rolled again and again, pressing harder inside of her in a way that made both of their breaths shudder.
âSam- mâso close,â she whined, her breath hot against his cheek, her grip tighter in his hair. The smell of her skin was addictive, his head tipped forwards to nose his way up her throat, her pulse throbbing in the side of her neck. âGonna cum- Sam-â
Heated Secrecy Masterlist
Chapter 1*
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4*
Chapter 5*
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12*
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15*
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18*
Chapter 19
Chapter 20*
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
*contains smut
Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and explicit content. I do not own the characters, core themes, or the world of "Heated Rivalry".
anakin who's soso sweet and gentle all while having you folded absolutely gutting your insides out đđđ !! he's soo attentive and understanding cus that's his baby !!!!
warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, intense dom!anakin, mention of belly bulge/fullness, tears & overwhelmed crying from pleasure, praise, rough but gentle dynamic (heâs careful but still fucks her deep), overstimulation, established relationship.
youâre soft under his hands, bare skin warm as your breath trembles out your chest. he looks at you for a second, dark eyes warm and wanting all at once.
heâs gathered you up gently, your knees folded up toward your chest, so pliant it almost hurts. heâs careful, but he isnât shy about it: the stretch burning in that dizzy, perfect way, your chest arching up into himâ heâs nestled so deep inside it steals the words right off your tongue.
âyouâve got no idea what you do to me,â he grits, voice full of that aching intensity only he could carry. he braces his gloved hand against the mattressâ the other, warm and calloused, ghosting over your cheek.
it spills a trembling sound from your lips, your nails digging uselessly into the hard muscle of his shoulders. he doesnât flinch, doesnât stop, just keeps you there: folded open, your body twitching under the weight of him.
the length and thickness of him sinks through you â the drag of every thrust giving your belly the faintest swell each time he bottoms himself out.
âdo you see that, my love?â his voice roughens, almost hushed, like he can barely believe it himself. âhow full you are⊠starsâŠâ
your lashes dampen with tears, breath catching in little sobs that melt into moans. it knocks something raw from your chest â a half formed âaâaniâŠâ whimper when his hips roll deeper, itching a spot inside that makes your vision blur.
he leans closer, forehead nearly touching yours, curls damp at his temple. âtoo much?â he whispers, so close you feel the words against your mouth. his forehead almost rests on yours, sweat beading at the hollow of his throat. even asking, he doesnât quite stop â hips still pushing himself slow and deep.
you shake your head, barely â your voice catching in your throat. his thumb brushes your cheek again, softer than anything, and you swear you could cry from it alone.
âthatâs my girl,â he murmurs, voice breaking gentle and low. his hand traces down, fingers pressing light against your belly, feeling the way heâs filling you so deep it aches. âtaking me so wellâŠâ
he watches it all, gaze dark and warm, so full it makes your heart feel too big in your chest.
and the way he keeps you folded, so careful even when itâs overwhelming, makes you feel breakable in the sweetest way â like heâd die before letting you slip away.
âmy sweet love,â he rasps again, hips rolling deeper, your breath hitching sharp. âalways so good for me⊠alwaysâŠâ
it lingers like thatâ your heartbeat skittering under his touch, everything else falling quiet around the steady, aching closeness. and in that hush, it feels like he could keep you right there forever⊠âĄ
PAIRING: dilf!ceo!anakin x f!reader
SMUT âŠ
ANAKIN SKYWALKER didnât even flinch when you climbed into his lap. His chair just creaked softly beneath both your weights, the city lights casting reflections across the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. His black tie was loosened around his neck, sleeves rolled up just enough to show those strong forearms you loved to cling to.
ââno, I said I want the numbers by noon, not excuses,â he said firmly, sharply, edge of his tone screaming in frustration, with his jaw tight, into his Bluetooth earpiece,
Yet, one hand had already slid up your thigh under the hem of your silky little dress like it was normal. Like you werenât slowly sinking down onto his exposed, free cock (from your love making before), right where anyone could walk in, really.
You bit your lip, trying so hard to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. You were already so full of him, stuffed to the brim, and he hadnât even moved yet. He turned his head just slightly, letting you press soft, open-mouthed kisses against the hinge of his jaw. The golden skin of his was warm, rough in all the right places, letting his veins poke against his throat. And he definitely smelled like expensive cologne yet with a hint of vanilla.
âUh-huh,â he muttered into the mic, though his voice dipped just slightly--because youâd rolled your hips just so right, and your tight little cunt was already clenching around him. âThen figure it out. Iâm not repeating myself.â
You whimpered ever so faintly against his throat, hands gripping his shoulders as you started to move--slow, teasing bounces that made your thighs tremble. He was so deep, so thick, so good it made your head spin.
âShh, sweetheart,â he whispered under his breath, free hand coming up to palm your tits through your dress. âYou wanna be loud? Gonna make me hang up on this idiot?â
You shook your head quickly, lips brushing over his ear as you kissed down the side of his neck. You couldnât help it- you were obsessed with him. His voice, his scent, his age, the way his skin tasted when you sucked a mark just under his collar.
âJust look at you,â he mumbled, clearly not caring if the guy on the line could hear the shift in his tone. âRiding me like a good girl⊠quiet as a mouse. Fuck, this little hole feels good.â you clenched at the praise, nails digging into his shoulder as you bounced a little faster, breathing ragged against his neck.
âThatâs it,â he groaned lowly, finally muting the call for a second just to grab your face and make you look at him. âGonna come for me, baby? Huh? Riding daddyâs cock like this? Look at that pretty faceâŠâ
You nodded desperately, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes from the pressure and the pleasure, as he thrusted up into you once--hard enough that you had to bite down on his neck to keep from crying out.
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Hi! Can you write a request for Clay Beresford with some soft fluffy morning love making. Thanx!
Itâs totally fine if you donât want to!
AHHH I WAS HOPING FOR A CLAY REQUEST đ€đ€đ€
i was inspired by this video <3
warnings: fem!reader, unprotected p in v (stay safe pls) creampie, fluff fluff fluffy! established relationship.
you outstretched your arm to reach for your fiancĂ©, the one and only Clay Beresford. to your disappointment, the right side of the bed was completely empty. you open your eyes to find that you were alone in your shared bedroom. Clay was always a morning person, so this shouldnât surprise you but youâd like to cuddle him in the morning once and a while.
you sit up and rub your sleepy eyes. you decided to drag yourself out of bed and splash some water on your face to aid in waking you up. to your surprise you find your very handsome soon-to-be husband in the bath. heâs more of a shower person, but you werenât complaining at the sight.
âgood morning, my blossom.â he smiles at you. âmorningâ you yawn back, cheeks tinting slightly at the nickname. âcâmere baby.â he gestures towards you. you, forgetting what you came in here for in the first place, walk over to him and sit in the edge of the tub. âhi, pretty thing. howâd you sleep?â his hand comes up to softly stroke your cheek, fingers slightly wet from the bath water. âi slept well. did you?â you match his actions, gently rubbing your thumb against his soft face. âheâs so beautiful.â you thought.
âi did too, had dreams about you.â he smirks, leaning forward and kissing the arm thatâs keeping you from falling into the tub. âoh, yeah?â you laugh. he continues kissing up your arm, making his way to your lips, hypnotizing you into leaning down further. âdreams about you joining me in the bath, getting soaking wet, taking care of you.â he whispers between kisses.
âClay, donât you think about it.â you giggle at him. âoh why not? hm?â heâs smiling now, struggling to kiss you back while grinning. you feel his arms wrap around your waist. âClay!â you exclaimâClay donât! iâm in your shirt!â your laughter fills the room. âwe have a dryer.â heâs laughing out loud now too.
Clay bests you and you tumble into the water with him. âClayton!â you scold and slap him gently on his chest. he feigns injury and offense. âoh! iâm wounded!â he continues laughing. you needed revenge now. while he was busy laughing at his victory you decided that it was the perfect time to adjust your position and straddle his lap, you can already feel him getting aroused.
âBlossom, what are yo-.â you cut him off by kissing his neck, he lets out a soft groan. âBaby-.â he tried to speak again âyou wanted me in here, how can i resist the temptation of my gorgeous fiancĂ© right in front of me.â you interrupt him.
both of his hands grab your face, making you kiss him back, tongues dancing in harmony, both of you letting out soft moans. you both starting moving your hips, desperate for friction. Clay started removing your (his) shirt. âfuck, youâre so beautiful. every-fucking-thing about you is perfect.â he sits back to eye you up and down, you turn your head shyly. âlook at me.â he turns your chin towards him, holding your gaze. âso fucking pretty.â he pulls you in by your face, kissing you again.
you can feel how hard he is now, every little movement you make, he lets out a groan. if you werenât in the bath you could probably feel a pool of your own arousal. âcome on, blossom.â his guides your hips down to align your heat perfectly with his cock. âjust like you did last night.â he whispers against your lips.
you take one of your hands and guide him into you, still feeling a little sore from your escapades the previous night. you both moan aloud as he slides into you. âah, so perfect. just like you were made for me.â he wraps his arms around you, pressing your chest against his. your eyes roll into the back of your head and your jaw drops open. âjust relax baby, let me do it.â he moans, you can hear the water sloshing around and splashing out of the tub. his hips slamming into yours. âshhh thatâs it baby, let me do it, let me take care of you. ohh good job baby, good good job.â he praises you for taking him so well, you were always so good for him.
âah! Clay!â you escape his grasp, leaning back so his cock slams against the front of your walls, hitting that perfect spot. your moans echo through the bathroom, due to your insides remembering this exact pounding from last night, you were twice as sensitive.
âi know, baby. i know.â his hands now forming bruises on your hips, tugging you up and down rhythmically like you were his own personal toy. your moans syncing with his movements. âah! ah! ah! fuckfuckfuck! youâre gonna make me cum soon!â you scream.
âgood. cum for me, pretty baby.â he moans, itâs obvious his release nearing soon, his eyes are shut tightly, his nails are digging into your soft skin, his mouth making a relaxed o-shape. almost on command, you started squeezing down onto him in pulses. your hips stuttered and you sprung forward, clinging onto him to ground you as your orgasm ripped through you.
his arms flung around you once again, squeezing you tightly as he released inside of you. his moans coming out louder and higher pitched.
both of your voices eventually subsided into soft gasps, he releases you from his vice grip and pulls himself out of you. you lean back again, giving him a soft, loving smile. âi love you.â both of you blurt out. after shared giggles and lots of kisses, you shakily climb out of the tub, followed by Clay. he wraps you in a towel and carries you bridal style to your bedroom. he places you down softly in bed. âiâm gonna go get myself a towel, okay? after we cuddle for a bit, how about we go to your favorite breakfast spot?â he strokes your face again and you nod sleepily.
âahh what a life.â you thought.
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oKAY BUT THE NICKNAME BLOSSOM??? CUTE ASF???
i hope this is what you wanted !! <333
~bunnie
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book. TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
You wake up your bear hybrid husband
bear hybrid!husband x human!fem!Reader Good to know: smut
More bear hybrid husband: Your bear hybrid husband, who feels the change of the season down to his bones, is slowly getting ready to hibernate
Late autumn chill presses against the windows, but inside your shared home, everything is heavy with warmth. Your bear hybrid husband sleeps like the world outside doesn't even exist. He is like a mountain under the blankets. The bed is a mess of plush, cotton, and flannel, and at the very center of it, him. Stretched out and snoring.
You had breakfast together. Your husband cooked, you cleaned, and when all was well and done, he hummed something soft and affectionate into the curve of your neck, and like clockwork, he shuffled back into the bedroom.
And now, here you are, restless. Aching.
You slip beneath the covers. It's dark and warm and smells like him. Like pine and the faint sweetness of the honey he dripped into his morning tea. He doesn't wake up when you settle down between his legs. He doesn't even stir when you run your hands over his thick, hairy thighs. You massage the relaxed muscles and creep higher. And when you finally wrap your fingers around him, he swells quickly. His cock thickens as you trace lazy circles just under the tip. You coax him into hardness while listening to his muffled huffs and puffs through the blanket covering both of you. Then, you dip down, taking him into your mouth. You lick broad, wet stripes along his length, sucking him. He twitches on your tongue, and you keep going until he is hard and leaking, spit and precum slicking your lips.
And he is still asleep.
Slowly and carefully, you crawl up on his body. The blanket falls from your back onto his thighs in a wrinkled heap. You straddle his hips, eyes roaming over his large frame from his long, fluttering lashes, coarse beard down to the hair across his chest, following the path to his soft tummy. Your thighs tremble as you let yourself settle over his length. Your pussy, already soaked, smears along his cock. The swollen, pink tip rubs over your clit, slides through your folds, and by the time he is soaked in your essence and you angle him just right, you are already panting with anticipation.
When you finally sink down and take him inch by inch, his eyes crack open. A lazy grin curls on his lips as he feels you clench down around him, and his chest rumbles groggily when he speaks. "Mmmh, my sweet thing," he rasps, rough from sleep. "Couldnât wait for me to wake up, huh? Had to come sit on my cock?" You whimper and roll your hips until your clit rubs against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and he just chuckles. The low, pleased sound vibrates along your spine. "Look at you," he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he watches you ride him. "So needy. My sweet little wife- Fuck! So full of me. Gods, youâre drippin' all over me, soaking me through. You like that? Waking me up by stuffing yourself on my cock? Such a greedy thing." Your pussy flutters around him with each word that leaves his mouth. "Fuck, thatâs perfect." His large hands settle on your hips, kneading but not taking the reins. He lets you set the pace and use him to your own pleasure while his dark eyes linger on your face, then travels down where his cock disappears in your warm, wet hole stretched wide around him. "Thatâs it⊠Take it, baby. Nice and slow. Oh, fuck, youâre squeezin' me so tight. Damn-" Every snap of your hips makes his cock drag against your walls, and every drag has his voice slip into a deep, rumbling growl. "Bouncing so good, love, pussy drooling down my balls." His cock fills you perfectly, and you fuck yourself on him like that, slow and wet and needy. Your nails dig and crawl across his chest as your orgasm rips through you in a pulsing rush that leaves you gasping. "Yeah, thatâs my good girl. Milk my cock. Take what you need," he growls, hips snapping up into you once, twice, his cock jerking as he spills deep inside you, hot and thick. It's so much it leaks and runs down his cock.
You are both still, catching your breath when he reaches up and pulls you down against his chest with a satisfied hum. He rolls lazily, tucking you close while his cock is still inside you, throbbing with the aftermath of his own orgasm. He presses his face into your neck, beard scratchy, and murmurs, "Hm, gonna put right back to sleep like this, arenât you? Keeping me nice and warm while I sleep."
Outside, the world is cold. Inside, you are pressed against him, still wrapped around him, and everything smells like pine and sweat and sex.
hiiii there! I would like to request a rhysand x reader fluff aftercare, after their first time, when maybe she sore and star crying because it was overwhelming but not in a bad way, just an hormonal reaction, rhys PANIC
then it's all fluff and cuddles and real aftercare where rhys is so comforting and caring
thank uuuuu
Congratulations on the 30k! đđđđ
You manage to keep yourself contained for the entire cleaning process, but once Rhys's body weight settles beside yours, dipping the mattress and rolling you into him, you feel tears prick at your eyes.
He doesn't notice at first, whether it's because he's too blissed out from having been inside you for the first time, or because his eyelids are growing heavy with sleep, you're not sure. Either way, he's clueless until the first tear falls from your eye, and when he feels it moisten his skin he stiffens.
He raises his arm, lifting it from where your nose had been pressed against it and peering tentatively at you beneath his armpit. Your eyes are red, and you're trying very diligently to look like you're not crying, but you are, and all at once he turns his entire body to face yours, scooting an inch down the mattress to be level with you.
"Darling," He breathes, worry clinging to his velvet voice, "-you're crying."
"I'm- no, it's just-" You struggle with words, throat tightening and attempting to shut altogether unless a sob breaks through the dam. You give up, raising a hand to swipe harshly over your eyes. You're sure it does the redness no favors, but you're acutely embarrassed by your reaction to having sex for the first time with the man of your dreams.
With the love of your life.
"That's not good," He hums, trying to lighten the air even if none of it is funny, and he knows it. He reaches carefully for your face, testing to see if you'll rear away and dash for the bathroom, or if you'll let him thumb away your tears.
You crane your head up to meet his hand before he's even halfway.
"Darling," He croons again, this time nothing more than a pained whisper as your face crumples, "Come here."
He drags you against his chest, tucking your face tight into the junction of his shoulder and his neck, hands wrapping you in a fierce embrace. His limbs tangle with yours but it's sexless, skin against skin to soothe, not to touch.
It drags your muscles in a way that aches, and your first cry is muffled into the broad, bare expanse of his chest.
"I'm sorry," Rhys apologizes, for something he's not guilty of, and you know by his voice that he thinks it's worse than it is. You gulp for air like a drowned woman, freeing yourself from his chest to reassure him.
"It's not you," You swear, though you're sure he doesn't believe it, "Rhys, it's not- you didn't do anything wrong."
He hums doubtfully, but kindly, "I hardly know of anyone who cries after sex that was enjoyable."
"It was," You whimper, feeling sorry for yourself and Rhys alike, "I promise. It was really good, I just- it was a lot, and I'm a little overwhelmed now, and it... kind of hurts."
He stiffens again, his arms going tense around you.
"Not, like, pain." You're quick to correct yourself, "It didn't hurt then. Or- I guess it did a little bit. But it wasn't bad. It was just- a stretch?" You cringe at the lackluster description, "And now if I move it's a little sore. It's- I've never done this before," You laugh, throat thick and groggy with tears, "I promise you were great."
Rhys's chest heaves with one silent chuckle, but his violet eyes still swim with worry as he gazes down at you where you lay against his chest.
"You said it hurts," He begins, tackling each problem one at a time, "But it doesn't hurt like something's wrong?"
"No." You shake your head as best you can while it's pressed to his chest, "It's just sort of achy. Like I used a muscle I didn't know I had."
Rhys nods, tentatively reassured, "And- overwhelmed? Was it too much?"
"No," You croak, wiping at your eyes, "Not- not in a bad way. It was good overwhelming, I," You fall silent, speechless in front of your mate, the man whose soul is bound to yours by a golden thread that won't unwind itself from your heart. It squeezes, tight, pressing the breath out of your lungs as it shines with joy at your contact with Rhys, "I love you."
It seems a woeful understatement of your true feelings. There's nothing you could say to sum it up, no words in your vocabulary to communicate just how much the man you're laying beside means to you, just what heinous deeds you'd commit to spend forever in his arms. Words fail and you resign to using your bond instead, pushing the overwhelm across the pulsing cord between your mind and Rhys's.
Tears spring to his own eyes quicker than you can comprehend. They're a glossy sheen over his violet irises, and only one falls, but it's enough. You press yourself upwards, your face colliding with his, your nose slotting beside his own and locking into place like you're physically joined. You crawl over his lap, ignoring the soreness below your belly as you flatten yourself on top of him. Your hands grip his cheeks, your legs straddle his waist, and his arms gladly encircle your hips, clasping together behind you like you might fly away if he doesn't hold you there.
"I'm sorry," It's your turn to press velveteen kisses to his face, lips pressing over and over again into his wet, salty skin, "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I love you," He finally gasps, his chest heaving beneath you, "I- I hope you know that. I hope you never feel like I don't."
"I couldn't," You shrug, speaking honestly, quickly, easily, "I know you love me. I can feel it."
"Good." He whispers, his hand flying to cradle the back of your skull, "Can you stay here like this for the night?"
"You want me to sleep on top of you?" You ask, a wary grin cracking through the frown on your face.
"I-" He laughs at himself, a torn sound, "Yes, alright? I'm well aware it would be more comfortable if we both laid on the mattress, but I like having you right here-" He jostles you slightly atop him, his strong arms keeping you in place, "-and I don't think I'd be able to sleep unless you were as close to me as possible. Not now- not tonight, not after that."
"I'll try." You admit, nodding softly as you brush your nose with his. He's eager to steal kisses, his lips pressing over and over again against your own. You manage to mumble through them, "I'm a- mmf, restless sleeper sometimes. I- hmm, I might end up across the room."
"Then I'll follow you," He laughs, the noise spilling right into your mouth as he grips you like a vice, his chest broad enough to be your entire mattress, "Maybe we'll wake up tomorrow morning on the balcony."
"I wouldn't mind," Your voice oozes sweetly like honey, "'Long as we were together."
"Horribly cheesy." Rhys decides, his chin chubbing slightly as he cranes it downwards to look at you, "But- I agree. Let's try to stay in bed, though?"
"I'll do my best." You sigh, settling down against his pec and tracing the swirls of his tattoos with your tired, heavy eyes, "So long as you try not to smother me with your wings."
Untouched: Rhysand x Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+
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You were angry.
You were hurt.
You were humiliated.
The High Lordâs Concubine
Rhysand Twt links
Being the most powerful high lord in history is not easy, and sometimes he needs to burn out the stress in ways too depraved to subjugate to his sweet mate, but youâŠyouâre his perfect little wicked pet.
Trigger Warning - Please be aware the collection is composed of some rough kinks including but not limited to sadism, bdsm, brat tamimg, and breeding. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
MDNI
Rhysie letting her do all the work
Fingering you in Ritaâs
You move too much Princess, Rope!bunny
Bending you over his desk late at night
Sometimes heâs sweet
Sometimes heâs eating you like itâs his religion
But most times heâs fucking you dumb
Helping you ride him
Rhys loves it when you wear the jewellery gets you (anal)
Feyre might not like you but she likes to get involved atleast
âYou feel that my sweet? How deep I am..â
Rhysieâs favourite song being the way you fall apart on his fingers
If heâs bored you better believe heâll take you ok his lap like a toy
Face slapping and dumbification
Oral Fixation
Devlonâs been creating trouble in the camps - itâs going to be a long night
âShow me how much you yearn for meâ
Youâre his precious little princess
Flashbacks Rhys sends you when youâre in public
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RIDE COWGIRL !
pairing; finnick odair x f!reader
summary; a slow kiss with finnick has a twist of fate.
contains; SMUT!! mdni. riding, small innocence kink, size kink, established relationship, takes place pre- third quarter quell.
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it was a cozy night in, finnick had been laying in bed with you on top of him, stroking your hair as he read his book.
what friends do | f. odair
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summary: you were a simple town girl. finnick odair was the crown jewel of panem. both of you needed an escape and found it at a secluded beach just outside district four. these were three ingredients that created a year-long friendship. but were friends supposed to have⊠impure thoughts about one another? you werenât so sure.
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader
warnings: smut, wayyy too much detail, dirty thoughts, friends-to-lovers, mild angst, mostly readers pov, pre-rebellion, HEAVY dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v (big no no), multiple orgasms, so much pining, creampie, cock-warming
notes: iâm so sorry this took me so long. life has been up my ass lately and, as yâall know, iâm a slow writer. but thank you sm to everyone who patiently stuck around, i love yâall <3 this was supposed to be a short smut fic but um, apparently not. anyway, this has taken long enough to come out so imma stop rambling. ENJOY <3
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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.
âWanna cum like this, sugar? Just say the word.â
Then heâd 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 youâre 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. âPlease donât stopâ, âplease keep goingâ, âplease itâs too muchâ, 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 youâre 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 heâll 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.
âAww is that difficult?â Finn coos from behind you, moving your arms to their original place, âyou should not have to do anything difficult, honey.â
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.
âShould only have to be pretty and take my cockâ he mumbles into your hair, âno thoughts needed, yeah? Just cock. Youâd like that, huh?â
And your only answer is a quiet, incoherent babble <3
Kinktober Masterlist - 2025
A/N:đ SooooâŠÂ Kinktober is coming up đ and Iâve got some smuts and kinks lined up just for you. All Matt Smith-centred (yep, him and his characters), and I am so so excited to start dropping these. Before we dive in, though, hereâs the list, so you know exactly what kind of unholy chaos youâre getting yourself into.đđ„
Alsooo, I tried to come up with some more niche stuff this year. You know how some kinks get recycled every Kinktober? (Not saying I donât have a few of the classic clichĂ©s in there too đ) But I wanted to spice it up a bit. Keep things interesting, yâknow? I also picked his most known characters Iâd say. Just to be safe.
AAAAND the last thing⊠you have no idea how weird it was to write for Prince Philip. đ Obviously I used Mattâs version from The Crown (duh). Not the real one, may he rest in peace. Imagine the sexy uniformed Matt. Yeah. Modern royalty. Something I could not pull off with Daemon, unless it's some AU story.
Matt Smith - Mirror play
Daemon Targaryen - Breeding kink
Prince Philip - Authority & protocol play
The Doctor - Role reversal
Russ Miner - Posessive marking
Matt Smith - Exhibitionism
Prince Philip - Stockings & garters obsession
Daemon Targaryen - Blood play
The Doctor - Praise kink
Russ Miner - Manhandling
Matt Smith - Cigar smoke kink
Daemon Targaryen - Breasts / lactation kink
The Doctor - Teasing with sonic vibrations
Russ Miner - Gritty Praise Kink
Prince Philip - Uniform kink
Russ Miner - Semi-Public/Back Alley Hookups
The Doctor - Alien aphrodisiac play
Matt Smith - Cockwarming
Prince Philip - Secret sex in a moving car during a motorcade
Daemon Targaryen - Belly worship during pregnancy
Doctor - Face-sitting / smothering
Prince Philip - Power imbalance roleplay
Daemon Targaryen - Ritualistic sex
Matt Smith - Filming you sucking his cock on his phone
Russ Miner - Aftercare Obsession
Daemon Targaryen - Knife & jewel play
Prince Philip - Sweat kink
The Doctor - Fucking you with a toy inside while he eats you out
Matt Smith - Throat bulge while deepthroating
Russ Miner - Gun Kink / Power Kink