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444rockstargf · 9 months

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"fuck me to death." | euronymous

did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean blvd. - lana del rey

summary: getting facefucked by euronymous

inspired by @angelsnkisses

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

reader x euronymous

contents: blowjob, masturbation

the crowd went wild as mayhem finished their show. you peeked out from backstage to see your boyfriend grinning, causing a smile to spread across your lips.

the band made their way backstage as you sat down on the little couch in the corner. the other members of the band left to go to the bar. you were picking at your dark red nail polish as euronymous walked over to you, sitting beside you and putting your legs on his lap.

you looked at him. "arent you heading to the bar with the rest of the band?" you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

he shook his head. "no. i had something else planned for tonight." he smirks at you, and you cant help but be curious.

"what did you have in mind?" you lean forward a little, waiting to hear his answer.

his grin widens. "you'll find out soon enough, but for now, why dont you get on your knees."

a confused expression crosses your face. "w-what...?" you really didnt know if you heard him correctly.

"you heard me. on your knees. now." he looked at you, his gaze hardening a little as you obey his command. his eyes meet yours as you're now on your knees in front of him. he spreads his legs so that you can stay in between them.

he smiles a little, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "such a pretty girl." he whispers. you smile at his words, especially since you knew that he wasnt the type to throw around compliments like that.

euro sighed as he looked at you, a slightly lustful gaze in his eyes. he moved his other hand to the buckle of his bullet belt. suddenly, you knew what this was all about. and you were more than happy to give him what he wanted.

you watched as his bulge started to strain against his black jeans. you put your hand on it, slowly rubbing it to get a reaction out of him.

this earned you a low groan from him as he put his hands in your hair. he grinned before speaking.

"you know what i want. so give it to me." he slips off his belt and puts it on the armrest of the couch.

you wasted no time unbuttoning his jeans. you pushed his boxers down far enough for his cock to spring out right at your face. you flinched a little, causing euro to chuckle softly.

you knew he was getting needy, eager to feel your warm mouth around his hard cock. but there was no fun in just giving him what he wanted, so you decided to tease him a little.

you kitten-licked the tip, peppering soft kisses all over his. euro knew that you felt like being a tease tonight, so he would have to fight fire with fire.

"oh for fuck's sake." he growls before grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down your throat. you eyes widened and immediately welled with tears.

"scratch my leg if you need to breath." he says as he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, groaning from the sensation that he's been hungry for all night.

he grabs a fistful of your hair before pushing your head all the way down, making you deepthroat his length. he let out a long moan as you took all of him in your mouth.

he looked down at you, wiping the black tears streaming down your face. you start bobbing your head up and down, the sounds of gagging and gurgling mixed with euro's moans sounding like music to your ears.

you moved one of your hands under your skirt, moving your wet panties to the side so you could access your dripping pussy. you rubbed circles around your hard clit. the moans you let out made vibrations go through euro's entire body. he let out a moan that you had never heard before. one filled with pure lust and desire.

he put both of his hands in your hair and started forcefully fucking your mouth. tears were streaming down your face and saliva coating your chin as you continued fingering yourself. the moans you let out on his cock made him even more desperate for you.

euro's moans got even louder and more frequent, occasionally mixed with little whimpers. his cock began to twitch in your mouth as he was getting closer to his climax. you felt yourself getting to that point as well.

you began to swirl your tongue around his cock as he forced it into you, getting a groan out of him.

your spit bubbled down his cock, and the sight of this sent him over the edge. he pushed your head all the way down as he released all his cum into your bruised throat.

a few more circles on your clit were enough to make you cum right after, sending another waves of vibrations through his body once more.

he tugged at your hair as he threw his head back, his eyes crossing slightly. he came again, even more than before. he pulled your head off of his dick and looked at you.

a mixture of your spit and his cum was dripping down your neck as you looked at him with a little smile.

euro smiled back, kissing you on the forehead softly. "lets get you cleaned up so we can head to the bar." he zips his dick back into his pants before patting you on the cheek.

he grabbed a rag from the ground and cleaned you up a little, right before planting a soft kiss your lips.

author's note: this was inspired by one of the many amazing writers on this platform. i hope you all enjoyed this!

#euronymous #lords of chaos #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #lana del rey #did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd

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vickyzangels · 9 months

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% fic recommendations

a/n ; man this just an excuse to jot down fics i really liked while i save up creativity to finish a fic instead of use it on something else 😪

🥝 - contains smut, 🥥 - multiple parts

# steven grant (moon knight) ;

-> friendly favors by: @runa-falls 🥝🥥

# hobie brown (spiderman: across the spiderverse) ;

-> groupie love by: @thisfanisgonesorry 🥝

-> LORDDDD THIS FIC

-> roommates by: @florescented 🥝

-> bff!hobie by: @cultrise 🥝

-> nsfw alphabet by: @hobieswifyy 🥝

-> drunk!hobie by: @angelsnkisses 🥝

-> put on a show by: @inklore 🥝

-> have i mentioned this fic before? i dont remember if i have but GOD PLEASEEE🧎🏻‍♀️ITS SO GOOD PLEASE

-> hobie loves his angel by: @pearlsinmyhair 🥝

# eddie munson (stranger things) ;

-> sexshop worker!eddie by: @cursedyuta 🥝? (its suggestive)

# joel miller (the last of us) ;

-> i know it when i see it by: @bageldaddy 🥝🥥

-> look at me by: @pascalisbaby 🥝🥥

a/n ; from all the kiwis can you tell what mood ive been in

a/n 2 ; for some reason i always make one of these while i’m doing a deep clean weekend

a/n 3 ; i need fleetwood mac injected into my veins

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icarus-star · 5 months

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i was tagged by: @angelsanarchy

no cheating: you're starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

tagging: @iiheartsai @angelsnkisses @ethical-cain-vinnel @444rockstargf @josibunn @ultr6violnce (n anyone who wants to do it 🫶)

#ollie has been rotting my brain as of late #tag game #i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #the front bottoms #☆arties diary

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forever-not-gonna-sink · 10 days

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5 things that make me happy!! Tagged by sweetie pie @frich

1. My cat Stevie. She’s the cutest lil baby, my beautiful lil girl. The worlds most perfect angel.

2. Concerts! Probably deeply irresponsible how much money I spend on concerts every year but #noragrets

3. My bestie Heaven. She’s been my best friend since we were 12. The only person in the world I can hang out with for forever and not feel drained.

4. My favorite podcasts, And That’s Why We Drink and Celebrity Memoir Book Club

5. Cliche, but my tumblr friends and the people i meet on here. This is the only good social media site.

Tagging: @angelsanarchy @angelsnkisses @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen @cheruib @svgarcaine @eiightysixbaby

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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nsfw headcanons - spencer reid <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: smutty!, sub!fem!reader, dom!spencer, mild degrading, brief mentions of overstimulation, brief mentions of choking, unprotected sex (please wear a condom when u have sex, life is not a fanfic!!). lmk if i missed something!!

• i just KNOW he would love giving you head. his hair pulled back, your legs over his shoulders, and his large hands gripping your pretty thighs as he absolutely devours you.

"you taste so good, baby.. i just can't get enough of your pretty little cunt~"

• even when you're overstimulated and crying, he would keep going, eating you out like a starved man, ignoring your feeble attempts to push him away.

"aww don't cry princess, you can do it. just one more for me, hmm? one more."

• spoiler alert, he'll probably keep going after the 'one more.' he can't help it, he loves seeing his pretty girl squirm.

• oh, and he definitely has pictures of you in his phone. you're falling apart while he goes down on you? snap. he gets a picture. you're all fucked out and messy while he drills into you? snap! another picture! don't worry though, he's the only one who ever sees them <3

• did i mention how possessive he is over you? he loves when your legs are spread as he slams into you in missionary, so he can wrap a hand around your throat and lean down to whisper filthy things in your ear.

"you're mine. all mine. my special, slutty girl. nobody's ever gonna get to fuck you like this but me. do you understand me?"

• if you don't answer right away he'll fuck you even harder, enunciating his question until you manage to babble out a response.

• when he's cumming, he can't stop praising you, mindlessly saying whatever comes to mind.

"oh, fuck! oh baby, you feel so fucking good~ fuckfuckfuck, i love you! i love you, i love you.."

• he'll just chant how much he loves you over and over, his hands rubbing over your thighs as he fills you up.

• despite all that, his aftercare is nothing short of a miracle after how rough he is with you.

"there you go, baby.. all done. you did so good, i'm so proud of you."

"let me clean you up, honey. don't want my sweet girl to be all messy, do we?"

"did you like it, my love? you were so good, such a good girl for me."

• ugh he just loves you so so much <3. expect him to put on your favorite movie, make you tea, and cuddle with you until you fall asleep! :)

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(A/N): this is so random 😭 this is my first ever post on tumblr, and i haven't written in general in ages! if you have constructive criticism let me know! requests for drabbles or fics are always open :). hope you enjoyed, theres still plenty more to come <3.

#spencer reid smut #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #bau team #smut #mdni #spencer reid x reader #fem!reader #angelsnkisses

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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thinking about how possessive spencer is over you <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dom!spencer, sub!fem!reader.

• spencer doesn't play around when it comes to you. you're his and there's nothing anyone can do about it. still, he'd get jealous so easily.

• a guy's being a little too friendly with you? flirting, laughing a little too hard at your jokes? spencer would come up behind you, wrapping a firm arm around your waist.

"hey baby, what are we talking about?"

• make no mistake, he's 10x worse in the bedroom later on.

• on days where he feels extra possessive over you, he has you get down on your knees, his rough hands stroking your cheeks lovingly.

"look at you, so beautiful. i bet that's why that man was flirting with you, hm? cause you're just so gorgeous.."

• he'll then begin undoing his belt, needing to prove you're his.

"come on, be a good girl and show me what that motherfucker is missing out on."

• he groans so much, grabbing the back of your head and effectively face-fucking you. he loves seeing how messy you get with drool dripping down your chin, loves watching you rub your legs together in need.

"aw, so turned on and you're not even the one being touched? guess you really are my good girl.."

• he'll coo small praises, getting faster and louder when he's about to finish down your throat.

"oh, fuck~ that's right, take it. my little angel, so good.."

• he'd shove your head down when he's about to finish, twitching in your mouth before spilling down your throat.

"sh-shit! ohh, god.. good job, such a good job."

• he'll pull out of your throat when he's satisfied, gasping at the cool air on him.

"mmh.. your turn."

• prepare to not walk tomorrow!

A/N: another spencer one bc my last one got a lot more attention than i expected!! tysm for that :). i have some work to do tonight, but i'm popping out a few more posts as well as my masterlist much later tonight! that's all from me, thanks for reading! requests are always open <3.

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #mdni #criminal minds #bau team #matthew gray gubler #angelsnkisses

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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nsfw headcanons - hobie brown <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: softdom!hobie, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving).

• hobie is many things, but he's not an aggressive person (..most of the time). he likes giving you princess treatment, just like you deserve.

"you look beautiful, love.. is that a new top?"

• he'll run his fingers over the fabric, toying with it before slipping a large hand underneath, giving himself access to your stomach.

"as much as i love it, it would look better bunched up on the ground.."

• and he means it, because soon enough it's tossed into the growing pile of clothes by the bed, both of you stripped down and heated.

"so pretty.. i'm gonna make you feel so good, princess."

• he'll make himself comfortable between your legs, taking one of your hands and rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb.

"just relax, let me take care of you."

• he'll start touching you carefully with his free hand, prodding at your clit and occasionally dipping his fingertips inside you. he waits till you're all full on anticipation before he really starts getting to work.

• he'll begin pumping a single finger in and out of you, pressing his lips to your clit. he'll just squeeze your hand soothingly when you thrash, trying to calm you down.

"fuck, you gotta be still.. don't move, okay? i know you can do it."

• after his teasing goes on for a while, he won't be able to help himself, taking out his finger and replacing it with his tongue.

• he'd be pressing down on your abdomen to keep you still, eating you out like a street dog lapping up scraps. he's entirely zoned in on you, your taste the only thing on his mind.

• but of course, he wouldn't stop there. when he managed to bring you to your orgasm, he'd lick up all your cum before moving his head back up, kissing you and mumbling praises in your ear.

"you taste amazing, doll. fuckin' incredible."

"i'm gonna show you exactly how much i love you.."

• you'd eventually end up on all fours, shaking as he fucked you into the bed. you were certainly in for a long, long night.

A/N: i had sm fun with this one, sorry for robbing you of the juicy stuff, i can always do a part two :). lowkey had to rush this one. still, i hope you enjoyed, happy scrolling <3.

#hobie brown #hobart brown #atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie brown smut #mdni #daniel kaluuya #angelsnkisses

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angelsnkisses · 9 months

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Can you please write a smut where like charlie tries to dominate the reader but he's truly a sub at heart so eventually he gives up and she makes him beg for her to dominate him

Honest Attempt ♡ - Charlie Walker x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: sub!charlie, dom!fem!reader, thigh riding, handjob, cum eating

A/N: ugh anon you are a genius, this was so so fun to write :). thank you! (not proofread yet)

Charlie panted softly, your fingers pulling at his hair while his hands rubbed over your waist. His lips moved against yours fluidly, teeth occasionally clashing gently as you kissed. He'd only been in your room a couple minutes, and you were already all over each other, your shirt discarded on the floor next to the bed.

You were laying underneath your boyfriend, pushing softly against his knee, which was currently pressed between your legs. You moaned into the kiss, small bursts of pleasure spreading between your legs at the weak friction. It wasn't enough, and you were getting pretty impatient at that point.

Charlie pulled back from the messy kiss, looking down at what you were doing with a heavy sigh. He looked back up at your face, his pupils blown with arousal. Smiling lazily, he slipped a hand down to your thigh, grinding his knee against you with more intent.

You made a louder noise now, head falling back against the pillows and hips raising slightly. Wisps of anticipation wrapped around you, your skin hot and your breathing quick. He felt a pulse in his lower abdomen at the sight, his lips parting as he watched you.

"So sexy," he mumbled, leaning down a little to wrap his arm fully around your waist. He flipped the two of you over, moving so he was sitting back against the headboard while you straddled his thigh.

You were a little surprised at his initiative, though you didn't show it. You weren't expecting him to take much control since he usually wanted you to, which was never an issue. You enjoyed it just as much as he did. Still, you were interested in seeing how far he'd take this.

"Come on, use me to get off," he urged impatiently, a little bit of desperation showing in his voice as he spoke. You smiled a bit at the edge in his tone, hands moving to his shoulders. You rolled your hips slowly, a little gasp leaving your lips at the pressure on your clit.

"You like when I use you?" you teased between moans, watching his eyes flicker up to yours. "W-what? Don't do that," he pleaded softly, embarrassed by how heated his face was getting. "Do what?" you asked innocently, your hands moving down to rest on his chest.

He sucked in a shaky breath, his dick twitching in his jeans at the sight of you using his thigh for your own pleasure. "You know what," he said, his hands holding your waist to keep you steady. You figured you shouldn't push it too much yet, your head falling forward as you picked up speed.

He couldn't take his eyes off you while you moved, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Despite his attempts, you had already made it your own personal goal to get him to give in. You couldn't help yourself, you loved seeing him melt under you. You leaned closer, beginning to undo his shirt buttons eagerly.

He briefly removed his hands from your skin, helping you with the task at hand. He sat up so you could get the blue fabric off his shoulders, leaning back against the board while you tossed it to the floor.

You slowed your movements to stop, shuddering softly as you fought back the urge to chase your release, already having a little plan of your own in mind. He squirmed a little, his hands slipping down to your hips. He tried to move you against him again, giving you impatient eyes when you kept yourself still.

"Come on, keep going," he ordered softly, sitting up so his face was closer to yours. You smiled sweetly, tilting your head a bit. "What, are you gonna make me?" you challenged, hands wandering down to his abdomen to trace the smooth muscle. He groaned under his breath, a tortured look on his perfect face as he gave you a pleading gaze.

"That's not fair," he mumbled, his voice whinier now. You feigned confusion, enjoying yourself.

"No, by all means.. make me, Charlie," you insisted. You could feel goosebumps raise on his skin where you were touching him, his stomach tensing as he tried to ignore how much he needed you to take control.

"I- I can't.. you know I can't," he finally admitted. His hands fell off your hips, anxiously placing them over yours and trying to move them lower down, where he needed you most. You pulled them back, gently slapping his hands away. You ignored his annoyed protest, resting your hands on his waist and rubbing his sides with a thoughtful hum.

"I know.. it's kinda cute," you said with a teasing smile, a sense of accomplishment leaking into your voice.

"Oh shut up, just do something," he whined, impatience lacing his tone. You tutted, giving him a disappointed stare.

"Is that how we get what we want? Hmm?" you asked, a condescending edge in your voice. He winced mentally, regretting his choice of words. He made a quiet noise, shaking his head quickly.

"N-no.. I just need you so bad," he admitted quietly, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. You tightened your hands a little, leaning down so you were eye to eye.

"Then ask politely, doll.. you know how," you reminded him. He shook his head again, looking down to avoid your tantalizing gaze. Removing a hand from his waist, you tilted his head up, offering a small smile.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. I wanna hear you.. come on, beg for me," you cooed, pushing his hair out of his face before sitting up. You moved out of his lap, getting your shorts off your legs before settling beside him. Your hand slipped down to his waistband, toying with it while your other hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, abdomen tensing a bit as you touched him.

"Please, I wanna feel good," he whined, his eyes shifting to your lips as he spoke. You chuckled at his attempt, slipping your hand into his jeans. You finally, finally touched him, rubbing him through his boxers with firm fingers. "You can do better than that, Charlie," you scolded softly, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. He groaned, his lips immediately moving against yours to return the kiss.

He was gasping softly when you pulled back, his eyes finally showing some defeat as he opened his mouth to plead with you.

"Fuck- please? Please, I'll be so good for you, I promise," he blubbered, his cock practically throbbing in your hand as he spoke. "I'm begging you, please."

That was all you needed to hear, removing your hand from his pants. He was about to protest, when you started unbuttoning his jeans, fidgeting with the zipper a bit before getting it down. You could hear every little gasp from him, every heavy breath he took, and every whiny noise he made, creating a symphony of sound for you to enjoy.

You slowly pulled him out of his boxers, relishing the shaky breath he took as you did so. He was already hard, his tip red and wet with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, licking your lips as you began to pump him in your hand. He jerked a bit, your warm hand contrasting the cold air of your room.

"Ohh.. thank you," he whimpered, his fingers grabbing at the sheets under him. His head fell back against the headboard, eyes closing and lips parting as he moaned. He was such a pretty sight, all worked up under your touch.

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" you purred, leaning in to start kissing at his neck. You applied more pressure as you stroked him, listening to his pathetic little moans with a satisfied smile on your face.

"Aren't you?" you reiterated, biting down on his neck. He let out a sound that was halfway between a yelp and a moan, his cock twitching at the painful sensation.

"Ah- yes! Yes, I'm a good boy," he whined, opening his eyes and looking down at your hand. It was quite a sight to see, your fingers snug around him and moving quick. He was already close, his lower abdomen spasming slightly and his eyelids fluttering.

"I'm gonna cum- fuck, please," he begged, vaguely aware of you sucking gently on his neck, marking him up as yours. You pulled back when he spoke, ducking your head down to push him into your mouth. You gagged, but didn't let up, listening to his wanton moan as he hit the back of your throat.

He bucked his hips up, a low groan leaving his swollen lips as he spilled into your throat. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly while he finished. You pulled your head off him when he was done, swallowing whatever was in your mouth before gasping for air.

You tried to catch your beath, looking at Charlie's face to see how he was handling himself. He released your hair, allowing you to sit up again. He mumbled 'thank you' a few times, still trembling from his orgasm. You grinned, grabbing onto his shoulders and slinging your thigh around his lap so you could straddle him. He gave you a perplexed look, shaky hands resting hesitantly on your hips.

"What, you think we're finished?"

A/N: this is awful wtf 😭. i have better stuff coming soon, sorry for the lack of posts! this week has been so fucking stressful, but at least i saw barbie yesterday 🥲. anyways, here's this! hope you enjoyed <3.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #charlie walker #scream 4 #scream #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #angelsnkisses #mdni

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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more nsfw headcanons - spencer reid <3

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: dom!spencer, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving, hickies/marks, possession kink, smut.

• hear me out.. spencer would be so obsessed with your legs.

• he would love when you wore shorts, skirts, or anything that showed them off. he couldn't get enough of them, they're just so perfect to him.

• especially your thighs. he'd love sneaking behind you and rubbing his hands along the sides of them, listening to your little whine as you swat him away halfheartedly.

• but his favorite thing? his favorite thing would be wrapping his hands around the soft flesh and gripping them tightly, holding them down to the bed while he eats you out with fervor movements.

"hmm.. you taste so fucking good, angel"

• he'd love watching how red your face got at the compliment, how your chest rose and fell rapidly from what he was doing to you, how you would arch up a little when he licked at your clit, all of it. he wouldn't believe you were all his.

• speaking off all his, he makes sure everyone knows it. finger tip sized bruises will be spotted across your thighs, along with several hickies and marks. god forbid someone tried to flirt with you, because those hickies would double in amount the next night.

"hold still, baby. i gotta make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

• he just can't help himself, he needs you all to himself. he'll have your legs thrown over his shoulders, fucking you into the mattress, and he'll still make sure you know you're his.

"that's right, only i can make you feel this good, only me."

• but don't worry, he's not always a ball of possession and jealousy. he has a very, very sweet side, and he loves to make you feel like a princess.

• he loves taking you out of expensive dates, despite your numerous attempts to get him to stop spending money on you.

"i'm taking you somewhere, wear this.. what do you mean it's too much? it wasn't that expensive, just put it on, darling."

• he'd take you to the most wonderful restaurant, somewhere expensive, but still niche.

• and when you got back home? he would be so, so gentle with you, lifting you off the ground and carrying you over to the bedroom while you giggled at his romantics.

• he'd have his hands all over you, feeling every inch of your body greedily.

• and, god, he'd kiss you like you're his only source of life. he'd put so much love into his actions, even the more erotic ones.

• he'd be holding your hips delicately, fucking into you with quiet, soft moans as he kisses all over you, focusing on leaving small love bites on your neck and shoulders.

"you're so beautiful, fuck.."

• aftercare king over here. no matter how rough or how soft he was that night, no matter how tired or sore you both felt, he would always make sure he took care of you after.

• he would run a shower, and insist on helping you clean up. he would wash your body slowly and attentively. he would 'accidentally' spend a little too much time on your boobs, swearing he was just making sure they were clean.

• he'd wash your hair, mumbling little compliments and praises in your ear while doing so. he would just be so delicate with you, like you could shatter in my hands if he was too quick with his movements.

• he would take you to bed after, curling up with you under the covers. he'd love spooning you, holding your waist and pressing you against him while he sleepily spoke to you.

"you're so pretty, how can someone be so pretty, hmm?"

"i love you, Y/N. so, so much."

"go to sleep, i'll be here when you wake up.. no work tomorrow."

• he snores.. but quietly, so you don't mind all that much. you would just lay together, sleeping peacefully and close, feeling safe and warm in each others arms.

A/N: this is so all over the place? i wanted to get another spence post out, it's been a minute since i have :). hope you enjoyed <3!

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #bau team #mdni #spencer reid x reader #angelsnkisses #matthew gray gubler

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angelsnkisses · 10 months

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Hi, can you write a one shot inspired to this tiktok? https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLP3jkQy/

Apologies ♡ - Spencer Reid x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

A/N: hello, anon! thanks for the request, i actually really liked writing this :). it's pretty long so enjoyy <3!

Summary: You get into a fight with Spencer, and he decides to make it up to you. <3

warnings: slight angst, drinking/intoxication, dom!spencer, sub!fem!reader, brief choking, fingering.

You and Spencer had lived together for a few weeks now, and it was bliss so far. The only downside was how often he was gone, constantly working with his team to solve crimes and catch what he calls 'unsubs,' which was all pretty new to you. None of your other partners had ever had such a serious job, but then again, all your exes were total losers.

You loved Spencer, he was so good to you. You had been together for about a year, and he finally convinced you to move into his place with him. He said he felt better knowing you were safe with him. It was honestly cute. Despite all that, you often missed him. He was always out of state, or at the office working on god knows what.

That's how you ended up alone on a Friday night, half a bottle of wine in your belly and the music up loud. You were dancing around carelessly, trying to ignore your thoughts. Spencer had to work late, again. You felt more alone than you cared to admit to him, but you decided it didn't matter much.

Moving around helped, something to get your blood pumping for some kind of excitement, hence the solo dance party. You weren't drunk, but you definitely weren't sober. Your blood felt warm, making you all fuzzy inside.

You were so caught up in your dancing that you didn't even notice how late it was. When you caught a glimpse of the clock, you slowed to a stop. It was one in the morning, and of course, Spencer wasn't home. You groaned, turning off the music.

Maybe it was because you were a little tipsy, but you were pissed. Before you knew it your phone was in your hand, ringing and ringing as you pressed it to your ear.

"Hello?" Spencer picked up, almost immediately.

You paused, not really sure what you wanted to say. You were mad, you wanted to say something.. you probably should of thought about what exactly that was before calling.

"Y/N? Hello? Are you okay?" his voice came through again, and you remembered you had to actually speak.

"You're late," you stated, leaning against the dining room table.

"Yeah, we're working on a pretty big case right now," he replied.

" Yes, I know that, because you've been working late all month, Spencer. You come home when I'm already asleep and then leave before I wake up. I miss you," you grumble, hearing a heavy sigh on the other end. You felt a small pang in your chest at the sound. It wasn't like you to be so confrontational, and you understood he was busy.. you were just too heated to shut yourself up now.

"I know, baby. I'm just busy, it's not personal," he assured you apologetically.

"It's not personal? That doesn't matter, Spencer. What matters is I am lonely, and horny. That doesn't bother you?" you stumble over your words a little, a lot more blunt than normal. Maybe you were drunk.

There was a long, agonizing pause before his voice came through the speaker once more.

"Y/N, have you been drinking?"

You don't say anything, just gritting your teeth and releasing a frustrated groan before hanging up and slamming your phone down on the table. What an asshole, you open up and all he's curious about is your state of sobriety? Fuck that.

You were too angry when you drank, you needed to sleep it off. You picked your phone back up, ignoring Spencer's texts and walking towards your room. You flopped onto the bed, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

"Y/N? Baby, wake up," a voice broke your sleep, familiar and quiet. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling a hand rubbing up and down your back. You lifted yourself up a little, looking up at whoever was disturbing your rest.

"Oh, it's you.." you mumbled, laying back down and turning away from him. You heard him sigh, the bed dipping behind you as he sat on the edge. He leaned over, laying a hand on your arm as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, angel," he whispered, guilt leaking into his tone. You felt your stomach turn, feeling like a total bitch now that you were pretty much sobered up. Drunk you was such a menace, you were embarrassed. Still, he was never home. You were somewhat in the right.

"It's fine, Spence," you said shortly, your voice flat. He gently moved your hair from your neck, moving his kisses up.

"No, it's not," he disagreed against your skin, "You're right, you shouldn't have to feel so lonely all the time, I'm sorry."

You felt a smile twitch at your lips when he apologized, unable to stay mad. He sounded so genuine.

"Let me make it up to you.." he suddenly said, a seductive hint in his voice as he moved his hand down. You shuddered slightly, instinctively moving up into his hand. You almost turned him down, not wanting him to feel like he had to.. but fuck, you needed him. It had been too long.

"Okay," you whispered, thankful you were facing away so he couldn't see your cheeks were flushed and red at his words. You felt him smile against your skin, beginning to pull you closer.

He moved quickly, sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He opened his arms for you, watching you move closer. You were about to straddle him, when he interrupted you.

"Ah, not like that, sweetheart. Face away from me," he corrected. You raised a brow, but still did it, pressing your back to his chest as you sat between his legs. You felt more exposed feeling his fully clothed body against yours, only wearing underwear and one of his sleep shirts.

"So sexy.." he muttered against your neck, his hands slipping under the shirt as he nipped at your skin. You sighed heavily, your eyes fluttering shut and your head falling back on his shoulder.

"Good girl, just relax.. I'm gonna take care of you," he promised, sending a shiver up your spine. You felt his wandering hands moved down to your legs, one of them grabbing hold of a thigh. He forced your legs open, his free hand moving between them to start touching you.

He gently pressed the pad of his index finger to your clothed clit, earning a sharp gasp from you. He rubbed over you halfheartedly, the tiny bit of pleasure setting your nerves on fire.

"Fuck, please don't tease me," you whimpered, hearing him chuckle darkly in your ear. He shook his head, long hair tickling your cheek.

"You're not in charge here, baby. Be patient," he cooed, making you whine and squirm. He just tutted. "So needy."

He eventually slipped his hand into your underwear, groaning quietly when he felt how wet you were. You could feel his hardened bulge against your back, your heart pounding as he worked. He shimmied your underwear down, and you helped him pull them off your legs eagerly before leaning back into him.

You shuddered when you felt a finger go back down there, circling your clit slowly. Even that was enough to make you moan softly, so touched deprived and desperate. He relished in your noises, the sound music to his ears. The hand on your thigh grew tighter when you squirmed around, looking down at what he was doing.

You winced when his finger moved down, his fingertip dipping inside before disappearing, his action repeating a few times. You breathed a shaky whine again, sounding more desperate by the second.

He finally eased his whole middle finger in, your head falling back as you gripped onto his upper arm. Sure, it was just his finger, but it had been at least two weeks now, and you were all kinds of sensitive. He began pumping it in and out of you at a leisurely pace, ignoring your inability to handle such a simple action.

"W-wait, wait stop," you whimpered when he sped up, already overwhelmed with the feeling. He hummed against your neck, not halting his movements. Instead, he curled his finger up, earning a pleasured cry from you. You trembled, warm delight filling your veins as your body convinced you to adapt. The pleasure wasn't too much anymore, you wanted more of it.

"Hm? You want me to stop?" he repeated, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. You breathed a heavy sigh, shaking your head timidly, and he chuckled at your indecisiveness.

He kissed your cheek sweetly, pulling his middle finger out and rubbing over your clit again. "Good girl, you're being so sweet for me," he praised, making your face heat up and your eyes flutter shut. You were never all that subby, but holy shit, he was doing a number on you.

"Think you can take another finger?" he asked, the lewd question slipping from his lips as if it was nothing. You whined, turning your head to hide your face in his neck, embarrassed. He shook his head, the hand on your thigh snaking up to your throat as he forced you to look down at his hand.

"Answer me, do you?" he repeated, more stern now. You gasped softly, finally nodding. "Yes! Yes, please just do it," you begged, much to his enjoyment. He squeezed your throat just barely, his index finger joining his middle as he pushed back into you.

The stretch made you wriggle in his grasp a bit, the dull, sharp sting less than comfortable for you. He was trying to go slow for you, but he was eager to see you fall apart under his touch. He started pumping his fingers at a snails pace, paying close attention to your reactions as he did.

As soon as he could see you were ready, he sped up, feeling proud of himself when you moaned loudly at the sensation. Pleasure was coursing through your body, your legs instinctively closing when it became too much. He removed his hand from your neck, clearly unable to release your thigh for even a little bit.

"Stay still. That's your last warning," he hissed in your ear, making a tremble run through you. You whimpered, clutching his arm for dear life and trying to do as he said.

His hold on your thigh wasn't as harsh as before, but it wasn't gentle, either. You breathed heavily, a burning tightness building up in your abdomen. You dug your fingers into his covered bicep, fighting to keep your legs open. "Fuck, Spencer," you moaned warningly, trying to signal you were close. He got the memo, his thumb pressing to your clit and circling firmly with his pumps.

That was enough to push you over the edge, a strangled cry leaving your lips as you felt your orgasm washing over you. You couldn't stop your legs from closing around his hand, stopping him from overstimulating you as you rode out your high.

Then you remembered his warning.

"Wait, wait I'm sorry-" you started to plead, heart pounding. Before you could say more, he grabbed you roughly, flipping you around and pinning you to the bes. He crawled over you, leaning down to soeak darkly in your ear.

"You should not have done that.."

A/N: well this was an adventure, i've never written anything based of a tiktok before, but i loved the challenge :). thank you to whoever requested, hope you enjoyed <3!

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #mdni #angelsnkisses #criminal minds #bau team

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Study Break - Dalton Lambert x fem!reader <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: there's not nearly enough stuff on here for dalton, so of course, i had to assist! i mean, the movie is still pretty new.. so that's probably why but whatevs :).

warnings: softdom!dalton, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

Quiet, slow music hummed in your ears, flowing through your headphones as you tapped your pen against your lower lip. You stared down at your nearly blank journal page, brows furrowed and mouth turned in a scowl. You couldn't think of anything, not one idea for your paper, and it was bugging the hell out of you. You groaned after a hot minute of practically boring holes into the paper with your gaze, yanking out your headphones and laying your head on the desk.

"The universe is against me, I know it," you huffed, whiny and defeated. Dalton, who had been sketching and watching you work for the better part of two hours, looked up from his own book. He chuckled, but still smiled apologetically, getting up off the bed and walking over to stand beside you. He looked down at your paper, one of his hands rubbing your back with a gentle touch. "No it isn't, you've never done anything to the universe," he argued lightheartedly, crouching down next to the chair and tapping your back gently. You didn't respond, still wallowing in your own little vat of self pity.

"Hey, come on. You're gonna figure it out," he reassured, reading what you had so far before turning to you. He couldn't see your face, but he knew you probably had on that frustrated pout of yours, the one he secretly loved so much. You peeked down at him, sighing when you saw his face. Those eyes always pulled you in, took your mind off whatever it was you were even upset about it the first place. You rotated the chair to face him, leaning down and putting your hands on the sides of his face.

He was so sweet, so supportive despite you being just a little dramatic about your project. It wasn't due for a week, and your partner was doing half of it anyways. Your tense expression relaxed as you brushed his hair out of his face, cracking a small smile. "You're right, you're right. I'm being ridiculous, aren't I?" you asked, earning a little laugh. He shook his head in your hold, resting his hands on your knees and leaning up.

"Not ridiculous, you just worry too much," he teased, gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. You frowned a bit, still messing with his hair as you felt your face heat up. He was right, you did worry quite a bit. About your classes, him, work.. you couldn't help it. You moved your hand to cover his mouth when you saw him start to lean in, pushing his head away with a playful scoff.

"Better watch yourself, Lambert. I still gotta focus," you said, trying to sound annoyed. Really, you just sounded amused.. which you were. He groaned against your palm, his hand darting up to grab your wrist. He kept your hand against his face, turning it a bit and pressing a small kiss to the skin. "I'll help you de-stress," he said, his words a whisper between his kisses. He trailed the kisses up your arm, listening to your hesitant sigh.

"My roommate will be back soon," you reminded him, trying to ignore how good his lips felt. It was hard to say no to him, but your poor roommate had been traumatized enough times. She had already caught you twice, once being on her birthday. She always insisted it was fine and she should've knocked, but you always insisted it was your fault, and she shouldn't have to knock to get into her own dorm. Still, you really needed to start shooting them a warning text..

"I'll be quick. I swear," he vowed, his gaze longing and fervent. You couldn't help but get deja vu everytime you saw him between your legs, always remembering the first time he'd ever settled himself down there. That was over a year ago, when he was far more inexperienced and you had to teach him what you liked, etc. Now, he knows exactly how to get you to cum on his tongue over and over, and it's one of his favorite things to do. He watched you get lost in thought, that familiar look in your eyes telling him you were starting to give in.

"Yeah, that's it," he mumbled, his free hand squeezing your knee. He pushed lightly against it, trying to get you to open up your legs for him with encouraging hands. Your stomach did backflips when you saw how worked up he was getting, heat pooling between your thighs. Biting down on your lower lip and peeking at the small alarm clock on your desk, you hesitated, glancing between him and the paper.

"Just for a little while, then I'll let you work," he promised, thumbs rubbing anxious circles on your skin. You gaged his pleading gaze, warmth spreading over your skin where he touched you. You looked down at his hands, biting back a quiet noise. You always forgot how big they were, how long the fingers stretched.. you didn't stop him when they hooked into the waistband of both your shorts and underwear.

"Lift your hips for me," he murmured, the subtle dominance in his voice making your knees weak. You did as he said, heart pounding as you watched him peel them off your legs with ease. You slowly started to spread your legs apart once the fabric was discarded, feeling even more vulnerable when he inhaled sharply at the sight. Just the thought of him touching you more was enough to get you soaked, arousal glistening for him to see. You watched his eyes light up, legs shifting underneath him so he was on his knees as his hands gripped your thighs. He tugged you closer to the edge of the chair, a seemingly pleased hum emitting from his throat.

"Knew you'd like it," was the last thing he muttered before pushing his face forward, pressing his tongue flat out to lick a slow, greedy strip up your dripping cunt. The suddenness made you gasp, the warmth pulling a mewl from you as one of your hands laced into his hair. His name rolled off your tongue when he pressed a kiss to your clit, his lips soft and welcoming. Dalton peered up at you through dark lashes, one hand releasing your thigh. You squirmed under his stare, about to whine for more when he started gently sucking your clit between his lips. The moan you produced was intoxicating, filling his ears and egging him on.

You were too caught up in the feeling of his mouth to notice his hand moving just below his chin, index finger prodding at your sopping hole and catching you off guard. He was quick to smack one of your thighs upon them tightening around his head, a wordless warning that left your skin stinging. You pushed your legs back open shakily, fingers tightening as you pulled at his hair. The action instantly enticed a heavy moan, vibrating through your swollen clit and making you buck your hips involuntarily. The deep, muffled chuckle he released against you was unreasonably sexy, reminding you how desperate you were already acting for him.

You were about to apologize quietly, when his finger abruptly moved into the comfort of your warm walls, pumping slowly and clearing any considerations of speaking. Instead, you leaned against the back of the chair, breathing shallow and quick. "Dalton," you whimpered, the closeness making your whole body ignite with need. You were sure he could feel you practically throbbing against his lips, even more so when his middle finger joined the index. You almost felt guilty pulling at his pretty hair, the brown strands soft and silky between your fingers. You loosened them, carding through his hair instead in an attempt to taciturnly make up for the rough grip.

His fingers picked up speed when he felt you clench around them subtly, unable to help the proud feeling he was consumed with. He loved that despite his unruly life, nothing could affect his ability to make you feel good. Nothing could stop him from loving and caring for you, and that was good enough for him. He tried not to get all sappy, focusing on your trembling figure instead. He ignored the painfully hard bulge in his jeans, craving your release almost as much as you were. He longed to feel your slick coat his fingers, his movements picking up a bit. When his fingers started to curl, you just about lost it, heels digging into the ground as you tried to stabilize yourself.

"Mmh, don't stop," you begged, knowing damn well it wouldn't be the first time he took away your orgasm at the last minute. He had no ulterior motives tonight, however. He just kept up what he was doing, darkened eyes staying on you nearly the whole time. His cock ached at the sight of your face contorting in pleasure, that familiar little 'o' forming on your face as you cried out. His lips twitched up when you came undone on his face, his eyes rolling back just a bit as your familiar taste invaded his tongue. The majority collected on his fingers as he licked and tortured your overstimulated clit, your orgasm slowly beginning to subside as he helped you ride it out.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling back and inspecting them. He grinned at the sight of the sticky, pale substance, catching your tired eyes before pushing them past his lips. He groaned softly around the digits, sucking them completely clean. It wasn't enough, his greed getting the best of him as he leaned back in. You borderline yelped when he started sloppily lapping up the leftover arousal soaking your cunt, your eyes brimming with tears as his nose rutted against your clit.

"W-wait.." you begged softly, your legs twitching everytime he bumped into the sensitive spot. He pulled away when he was satisfied, shifting himself onto his feet and standing up. He leaned down to put his hands on the arms of your chair, caging you in with a sweet, yet heated gaze. You couldn't help but shudder when he got a bit closer, your body buzzing as you caught your breath. He tilted his head, closing the space between you and pressing his lips to yours. You involuntarily moaned against him, hands grabbing at his shirt and tugging him closer. Your eyes blinked shut when you tasted yourself on him, cheeks burning with the realization.

Dalton was starting to get needy himself, kissing you with affectionate, hungry lips. You made a surprised little noise when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the kind of noise that made him yearn for you like no other. He felt a little guilty, especially since he'd promised you to be quick, but god, he couldn't stop thinking about how good you felt around him, how perfectly he filled you.. it was driving him insane.

"I wanna feel you," he practically moaned against your lips, his voice pleading and breathless. The blunt words made you wet all over again, a borderline inaudible sound leaving you as you forced yourself to shake your head. He broke the kiss, trailing smaller ones to your jaw. One of his hands moved to the side of your neck, holding you still so he could start nipping at the soft skin. Your pulse thrummed against his palm quickly, which he allowed to flatter him just a little.

"C'mon, she won't come home," he murmured, as if he could read your mind and tell exactly what was making you anxious. He wasn't actually sure when she'd be back.. but he didn't mention that part. He was about 70% sure he had enough time, and that was good enough for him. He waited while you pondered it, his lips pressing into the space where your jaw met your neck. You groaned, mentally cursing yourself before lacing your fingers back into his hair. He hummed at his little victory, hands beginning to wander your figure.

You knew you shouldn't, it was unfair to your roommate.. and the neighboring dorms that could probably hear you if they listened hard enough. You just couldn't help yourself, you rarely could around him. Your hands were shaking slightly in his hair when he lifted you off the now wet chair, crossing the small room to get back to your bed. He pushed his sketchbook off the comforter and onto the floor, setting you down on the mattress before standing. You felt exposed, reaching down and trying to shove your shirt over your bare bottom half while he stood over you.

The way he chuckled had your arousal leaking onto the bed beneath you, his hands moving to start undoing his belt. He watched you, taking his sweet time, tilting his head just a bit when you whined beneath him. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it all before," he reminded you, as if you had somehow forgotten how he was practically making out with your pussy not 5 minutes earlier. Your face got hot all over again, thighs clenching together at the sound of his voice. You always got so desperate after your first release, craving more of that syrupy sweet pleasure that only he could provide.

The way he was affecting you didn't go unnoticed by him, his teeth flashing in a grin as he tugged the belt from the waistband of his jeans. He began undoing the button and zip with one hand, the other gesturing toward your half naked body. "You're gonna keep that on for me, hm?" he mumbled, his eyes swimming with lust as they raked over every inch of your form. The shirt was his, otherwise it would have been on the floor in seconds. His favorite thing in the world was fucking you while you wore his clothes, and he did it every chance he got (which was a lot, since you were almost always in one of his shirts or jackets).

You nodded shyly in response to his question, not trusting your voice. You bit down on your tongue when he started tugging his jeans down, eyes greedily lingering on the front of his black boxers. He felt his cheeks heat up just a little at your attention, tilting his head down and pretending to mess with the hem so you wouldn't see his reddened cheeks. You watched his hands carefully, rubbing your thighs together when he continued to take his time.

"Please, I need you so bad," you whimpered, catching his attention. You didn't usually say stuff like that, claiming it sounded silly coming from you. The simple sentence sent a throb through his already aching abdomen, his hands pushing down the fabric without any more hesitation. You could have cum just from the sight, abdomen tensing with need. "Yeah? Need me to make you feel good?" he cooed, cocky now that he'd gotten the reaction out of you. He didn't wait for your answer, climbing over you and putting his big hands on your thighs. He tugged you closer, pushing your legs open with his eyes pinned down. He could have wept at the sight of you all wet for him again, making a small mess on your sheets and covering your inner thighs with the shiny, translucent slick.

"You're so pretty," he half-moaned, one of his hands leaving your thighs. The compliment had you reaching up, hands roaming his chest needily. He gave no warning before he dragged his index up your slit, collecting some of the liquid desire on his fingertip and slipping it past his lips. Your whole body warmed at the sight, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You watched him lean down more, positioning himself between your legs and lining his swollen, eager tip up with your dripping hole. His eyes flickered up to yours when you gasped quietly, the hand on your thigh slipping up to grasp your hip soothingly.

"You ready?" he asked, his tip already wet from nuzzling into your folds. You whispered a deprived, desperate 'yes,' so clearly craving him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, trying to somewhat distract you with the gesture while he started to push himself inside your tight, wet heat. You both gasped in unison, yours shakier than his due to the stinging stretch between your legs. He kissed all over your face, mumbling quiet apologies as you winced and huffed with every inch he gave you. No matter how many times you did this, he always had to start slow with you. The initial stretch was always the hardest part, but after that, it was typically smooth sailing.

By the time he had bottomed out, you were already pretty much used to it, lips catching his as soon as you were given the chance. You whimpered when he started pulling back again, the drag of him along your walls stirring up pleasure in your abdomen. You could hear him groan into your mouth, hand slipping under your shirt as he moved. He palmed at your right tit, squeezing the soft mound of flesh gently. His slightly rough hands were warm and comforting, touching you just right as his hips started moving at a steady, slow pace.

The moan you produced was heavenly, louder than before as pleasure trickled across your body. Dalton found himself disappointed that he didn't get to truly appreciate the sounds you were making, breaking the sloppy kiss so he could hear you properly. His pace was gradually increasing, his own quiet moans giving you all sorts of funny feelings in your belly. He leaned up a little more so he could look down at what he was doing, groaning at the sight. You peeked down, too, biting your lower lip when you realized how wet you were getting him. His dick was partially covered in a creamy white, making a wet, almost squelching sound with every thrust. You released an embarrassed whine, the lewd sounds making you feel ten times more exposed.

Dalton didn't share your feelings of embarrassment at all. In fact, he was going fucking nuts about the fact that he could literally hear how soaked he made you. His thrusts started to get harder, the sound of skin on skin mixing in with your whiny moans as he continued watching himself fuck you. The way his big cock disappeared, reappeared, disappeared, reappeared over and over was fucking hypnotizing. The only thing that could tear his gaze away was the sound of you gasping, hands dropping down to grip the sheets as your back arched up a bit.

"Oh, right there," you pleaded, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell back into the pillows. Dalton quickly realized what he was doing to you, a proud little smile on his face as he chuckled breathily. "Mmh, feels good, huh?" he cooed, knowing you couldn't answer as his hips pushed against you to deliver a particularly hard thrust. Your legs started to tremble, a loud, desperate cry escaping your lungs when he started intentionally pushing against that perfect spot over and over. Your toes curled, legs wrapping loosely around his waist as you tried to get him closer, deeper. Something must of been in the air today, because you couldn't remember the last time you were this frantic for him.

You were wrapped around him just right, snug and warm and wet. He felt his tip kiss your cervix, shushing you softly when you whimpered and squirmed under him, not knowing what to do with yourself. His libidinous sounds encouraged you, the noise coaxing you closer and closer to your second release. One of your hands moved from the sheets, trying to pry his from your hip so you could interlock your fingers. He noticed right away, releasing his bruising grip and taking your hand, pushing it against the bed as he fucked you harder.

"Dalton, 'm gonna cum," you managed to warn softly, a choked whine following quickly after. He hummed, an adoring smile pulling at his lips as he gazed at you. He didn't take his eyes off you once, just rubbing an encouraging thumb across the back of the hand he held. "That's it, cum on my dick," he purred, the filthy words catching you off guard. Your legs tightened around his waist when you felt it all wash over you, shaking and crying as he fucked you through it. You heard a raspy 'fuck' over the roaring in your ears, a whimper sneaking it's way into your boyfriend's moans as he felt his own orgasm snap. He pushed himself as deep as he could manage, head falling on your shoulder as he filled you up with warm, thick cum. It was mind numbing, your pussy still twitching and fluttering around him as his thrusts continued. You were overstimulated, but you wanted to let him ride it out.

"Atta girl," he mumbled, his thrusts slowing to a stop as he panted heavily. He pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to your shoulder before he pulled back, blue eyes meeting yours. His heart swelled when you gave him those loving, hooded eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling subtly. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed and chest heaving with his deep breaths. You couldn't help but stare, the hand that wasn't in his shakily reaching for his face. You brushed the damp hair from his face as best as you could, tired and lovesick in your peaceful afterglow. He pushed his cheek into your palm, sighing contently through his breaths.

After a few moments of the two of you catching your breath, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours once more. This kiss was different than the other ones, gentle and caring instead of sloppy and desperate. Taking his opportunity, he slipped himself out of you, the sudden emptiness eliciting a gentle moan from you. He whined dramatically when you broke the kiss, your teeth flashing as you grinned, amused. You looked over his shoulder at your alarm while he started kissing your neck, craving aftercare just as much as you were. Sadly, it was already 9, and your roommate rarely stayed out very long after that. You mentally cursed your predicament, giving Dalton apologetic eyes. "She's probably on her way now," you mumbled, and he knew exactly what you were talking about. He groaned against your neck, clearly disappointed, but still pulled away. He thought about it for a second, before scoffing when he realized how obvious the solution was.

"Oh wait- duh, I live here too. We can walk over to my dorm," he recalled, making you laugh; a genuine, almost musical sound that had Dalton folding for you all over again. He pressed one more kiss to your forehead before gently pulling your legs off his waist and standing. "What about Chris?" you asked, wincing softly as you sat up. The space between your legs ached, and when you moved, you could feel cum start to leak out of you. It made you blush, remembering just how exposed you were. You watched Dalton pull on his boxers as he shrugged. "She's with a friend tonight," he responded, like it was common knowledge.

"You're telling me I risked my roommate getting an eyeful of us.. you know, when we could have been in your empty, risk-free dorm?" you gasped, mocking betrayal. He laughed at that, throaty and low as he lifted his hands in defeat. He grinned sheepishly, walking over to the desk chair where this whole situation began. "Yeah, maybe," he admitted, earning a playful eye roll from you (you would never admit it, but part of you loved the risk). He picked up your shorts and underwear, walking over and offering them to you.

"Here, we'll get you all cleaned up when we get there. I have some clean clothes you can wear," he promised, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple before turning to hunt down the rest of his clothes..

A/N: this is.. something. i never know how to end fics, that's why its always so abrupt 😭. anyways, i finally finished this one! i wanna write another one with a gn!reader :). work and classes have kept me so busy, but i'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently 🫶 hope you enjoyed <3! (not proofread yet)

#ty simpkins #dalton lambert #dalton lambert smut #dalton lambert x reader #insidious #insidious: the red door #insidious the red door #i love him so bad #angelsnkisses #mdni

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angelsnkisses · 8 months

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nsfw headcanons - tyler <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i haven't actually finished the show, but it's good so far :). definitely a little.. questionable at times, but all good shows are, right? 😭 also idk why my replies are off but it's driving me insane

warnings: softdom!tyler, sub!fem!reader, breeding kink, dubcon, overstimulation, mentions of pregnancy

• no cause this show is WILD, but, disregarding that... can we talk about how tyler definitely has a huge breeding kink? there's no doubt about it.

• hear me out, he fucks you good, like gripping the sheets and seeing stars type of good. so good, in fact, that you're too dumbed out to use your critical thinking skills to make rational decisions in the moment. and as fucked as it is, he uses it to his advantage.

• he'll turn on that loving, gentle voice of his and start rubbing your clit to get your brain all foggy, hitting that divine spot inside you over and over again and turning your brain into susceptible mush.

"there you go, so good for me.. you gonna let me fill you up tonight?"

• he asks so casually, and smiles knowingly when you get all flustered and start shaking your head. he'll lean down and coo quiet pleads and praises at you, his silky voice working hard to convince you to do as he pleases.

"no? it'll feel so good, you wanna feel good?"

"come on, do it for me.. it would make me so happy."

• he knows it's wrong, but the satisfaction that washes over him when you finally whimper out a quiet 'yes' is unreal.

• aside from his tendency to manipulate your frangible little mind, he has other.. interests, if you will. one of those particular interests is overstimulating you until you can't even breathe properly.

• he'll pound you relentlessly, coaxing you through orgasm after orgasm until you're sobbing under him. best believe he has a touch of dacryphilia, because he fucks you even harder when he sees tears stream down your cheeks.

"shhh, just a few more for me. aw, don't cry, baby.. i know, it's okay."

"you don't wanna cum? you were begging for it just a little while ago.."

• after maybe 5 or 6 orgasms, he'll finally stop. not because he needs to, but because you do. he doesn't wanna completely destroy you (though part of him is intrigued to see just how much you can really take).

"you still in there? aw, you poor thing. fucked you dumb, didn't i?"

• he'll pull out slowly, taking his time to watch all his cum spill out of your spent, puffy cunt. you jerk and whine when he pushes it back in with his fingers, shushing you soothingly.

• he'll eventually leave your tortured sex alone, instead focusing on making you feel better. he'll clean you up, or have you lay on his chest so he can rub your back. he'll mumble an occasional praise, his mood elevated at the idea of you finally getting pregnant.

A/N: i don't think i've really posted anything like this, i'm nervous 😭. regardless, i hope you enjoyed! sorry it's short :3.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #tyler the expecting #the expecting #angelsnkisses #mdni

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angelsnkisses · 9 months

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Euronymous and something with nose ifyk 🤭

A/N: ur so real for this 😭. i wanted to play around with a sort of sunshiney character for him, since he's all doom and gloom, yk? hope you enjoy <3!

P.S. a safeword is never specifically mentioned, but there is one in place!

disclaimer: this has nothing to do with the real øystein aarseth. this is strictly based on rory's portrayal of the character.

One More ♡ - Euronymous x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: brief mentions of drinking, smoking, dom!euronymous, sub!fem!reader, facesitting, oral (fem receiving), nose riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, fingering

His hand was warm in yours, contrasting the chilly night air as you walked. Your sneakers scuffed against the damp sidewalk alongside his dark boots, your steps a little more bouncy as you spoke to him. He was listening carefully to your words, secretly loving how bubbly your voice was. You were in a great mood, especially after having a couple drinks at the party you guys were walking home from.

To an outsiders view, the two of you were an unlikely couple. It had nothing to do with appearance, you were just so sweet. So polite, so kind to everyone. He wasn't a complete asshole, but he certainly wasn't holding doors or giving up bus seats for anyone other than you. He liked fucking with people, which he tried to do less when you were around. Although, part of him loved how you would smack his chest and scold his manners, or how you'd give him a stern look while shaking your pretty little head at his antics.

"..then they told me about college and stuff, it was really nice to see them again," you concluded, turning your head to beam up at your boyfriend. He hummed, returning your gaze with a small smile. You had gotten to see some of your old friends who were overseas for school, and you couldn't stop talking about it. You hadn't been able to afford travelling very far, and it was exciting to hear about how much fun they were all having.

"Happy you had fun, doll," he murmured, squeezing your hand in his. You felt yourself blushing at his words, your teeth flashing as your smile grew. You just loved when he called you stuff like that. Doll, love, princess, baby- anything along those lines just had you melting, especially since he wasn't nearly as affectionate towards anyone else. You looked forward as you continued your walk, getting a little closer to him.

Your other hand held a half-dead cigarette, the smell infiltrating your nose as you brought it up for a drag. The sour smoke filled up your lungs, coming out translucent and white as you exhaled. You offered it up to him, and he gladly accepted it, holding it in his free hand.

Your apartment was only another few minutes, but you were still regretting your outfit choice. Your skirt only came down to your mid thigh, leaving your legs exposed to the frigid weather around you. You had on a long sleeved top, but it was cropped and thin, leaving you shivering at his side.

"Øystein, I'm cold," you whined, even though he had specifically told you that you were gonna be freezing in that outfit. He seemed mellowed out from the party, not making a snarky comment about how he told you so like he normally would. Instead, he just pulled his hand from yours, holding the cigarette in his mouth and shrugging off his jacket. He held it up behind you, shaking it a bit to signal he wanted you to put it on. A giddy smile broke out across your face, the gesture making your heart all warm and melty.

You didn't hesitate to accept his help, slipping your arms into the sleeves and sighing in relief. You didn't feel too bad about it, he had on a thicker sweater than you did. The jacket was toasty from his body heat, warming up your top half almost immediately. It smelled like smoke and cheap cologne, but you loved it. It smelled like him. He tossed the cigarette into the street before hooking an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and pressing a firm kiss to the side of your head.

"Looks better on you, anyways," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he ducked his head down. He silenced your singsongy 'thank you' with a messy kiss, stumbling over his footsteps a bit as he did so. You laughed at his assertion, the sound ringing in his ears as you began kissing him back. You had to push him back when he started trailing his kisses down, putting your palm over his mouth and shaking your head.

"It's just around the corner, come on," you insisted, ignoring his frustrated muffles against your hand. You removed it, tugging him along the pavement. Wet droplets started to fall from the dark sky, splashing on your cold skin and making you tremble. Soon you were both jogging down the street to try and outrun the rain, hand in hand. The rain got heavier and heavier, and by the time you got home, you were both damp with rainwater. The earthy wetness on your skin didn't make him want you any less, not now that you two were really alone.

He was all over you, hands roaming your exposed midriff while his mouth worked on your neck feverishly. You released a heavy breath, struggling a bit with your key as you tried to jam it into the worn doorknob. You turned it quickly when it went in, hurrying to get the door open while he pushed his jacket off your shoulders. He had you pressed against the door as soon as it was shut, swallowing your surprised moan in a desperate, sudden kiss.

He was touching you like it was his last chance, with need that seemingly came out of nowhere. You held onto him, nose bumping into his as you shifted angles, his hands slipping down to your waist. He groaned into the kiss when he felt how cold your skin still was, pulling back to look at you again. He took in your appearance, biting back the million disrespectful comments bouncing around his head. Nothing mean, of course.. just filthy, vulgar thoughts about every single thing he wanted to do to you.

"You still cold?" he asked, his voice husky and heated. You nodded quickly, squeezing his shoulders to steady your shaky hands. Goosebumps raised where he touched you, which didn't go unnoticed by him. He couldn't help but smile again, kicking his boots off before beginning to pull you towards the bedroom.

"Let's warm you up, then."

"Baby, relax. It'll feel so good, I promise," he cooed up from between your thighs, blue eyes peeking up at you. You were covering your face, a whine leaving you lips at his insistence. You had never sat on his face before, but he seemed really into the idea. You didn't wanna take the fun out of it, you were just so nervous. He'd eaten you out a million times before, but not like this. Not in such a different, foreign way. Reminding yourself it was just Øystein, you took a deep breath, putting your hands down and peering down at him.

"If I do this.. just- you promise you'll stop me if I'm suffocating you?" you asked, expressing your fear of smothering him for the hundredth time. He just kept his firm grip on your thighs, grinning enthusiastically.

"Probably, maybe.. come on, I want you to," he assured you, gently tugging you down with encouragement. You gasped shakily when you felt his nose graze your clit, his breath hot on your weeping cunt. He was laying on his back, head on a pillow to elevate him a bit. Your knees were on either side of his head, hovering over his face with shaky fear of hurting him. Praying for the best, you finally lowered yourself.

The second his mouth connected with you, a low moan emitted from his throat, vibrating through you. You whimpered softly at the feeling, one of your hands lacing into his hair. His tongue lapped at your arousal greedily, the tip of his nose still bumping into your clit as he did so. You let out a particularly loud moan, tugging at his hair and letting your head fall back. He was right, it felt good.

He knew exactly what he was doing, tugging you even closer with firm hands, still clasped over the fat of your thighs. Your clit was fully pressed to his nose now, your lips parting as you whined. You looked back down at him, starting to frantically card through his hair with shaky fingers. He smiled against you, pulling back a bit to speak.

"What, do you like that?" he crooned, making your lower abdomen flutter and tingle in all sorts of ways. He knocked his nose against you with more intention, forcing a moan to claw its way out of your throat. You finally nodded, a quiet 'please' falling from your swollen lips. He felt a sense of pride, mumbling something about how polite you were for him before continuing his torment.

He didn't stop you when you started subconsciously bucking your hips against his nose, tongue-fucking you eagerly while you did so. You felt a burning tightness building up in your belly, your fingers grabbing at his hair again as you moaned his name like it was a mantra. He could always tell when you were gonna finish, and he didn't plan on stopping you.

He kept up his movements, letting you ride his face until you were a shaking, noisy mess above him. When it washed over you, you frantically searched for one of his hands that rested on your thigh, holding onto it the best you could while you rode it out. Pleasure was surging through your veins, pumping into your blood and swallowing you up like a tsunami. He just licked up everything you had to give him, drowning in you.

He felt your body stop shaking after a few moments, his fingers squeezing yours as you slowly recovered. You started to climb off, earning a resistant grunt from him. He kept you on his face, giving you a near desperate stare.

"One more, for me?" he asked, watching your face. He watched your contemplation before you reluctantly agreed, earning a genuine smile from him. "So sweet, let me make you feel good," he muttered under his breath, his tongue sticking out to lick a thick stripe up your slit. You tossed your head back, a low moan slipping out of your lips as he started licking at you all over again. He pressed his nose against you with more purpose, letting you grind down on it as you pleased.

He was borderline making out with your pussy, intoxicated by your scent, your taste, everything. His jaw flexed as he hummed against you, the sloppy, wet noises bringing a blush to your face. The delicious, tingling sensation bloomed over you, his mouth worshipping your sensitive cunt like she was royalty. Your noises only egged him on, music to his ears.

It didn't take much to bring you to your second release, your thighs closing around his head as you finished yet again. You moaned with significantly less control, the feeling much more intense the second time around. You had to take several deep breaths before you were ready to move off his face, legs wobbling as you did so. He almost pulled you back down, wanting to spend all night between your thighs, making you feel good. Still, he let you get up, pressing a kiss to your clit before you could fully remove yourself.

You settled on your side next to him, smiling lazily before pressing your lips to his. His hand moved up to hold the back of your head, kissing you back with vigor. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, sending a small shiver down your spine. It wasn't long before he had pushed you onto your back, getting up to hover himself over you with that same desperate need as before.

He couldn't keep his lips off you, his tongue pushing it's way into your mouth and swallowing up all your pretty sounds. His hands were almost frantic as they grabbed at your hips, tugging them closer to his and parting your legs. You found yourself laughing quietly at his urgency, both your teeth clashing as you silenced yourself on his lips again.

He rolled his hips forward, his painfully hard cock brushing up against your sensitive, wet heat. His moan was muffled, drowned out and faint as his eyes flickered open. He pulled his lips from yours, looking down at what he was doing breathlessly, fingers pressed into your soft skin. A possessive satisfaction filled him at the sight of the small, faded marks on your hips from previous nights with you.

"Look at you.." he murmured, his eyes trailing back up to yours. His pupils were blown, his irises not much more than a thin blue outline around the pitch darkness. His dark hair fell in his face, the ends tickling your skin from his closeness. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting back a smile when you started trying to push yourself down onto him. Holding your waist still with his big hands, he pushed you down into the mattress, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. His lips moved to your ear, teeth grazing the lobe as he spoke.

"You need more?" he asked quietly, beginning to pepper kisses across your jaw, trailing down your neck. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear your voice. You were beautifully overwhelmed by him, his warmth, his lips, his hands.. all of it was throwing your senses into overdrive. "Yes, please. I need you," you pleaded, wincing when his nails started digging into your hips. Despite the discomfort, he was still being way more gentle than usual.

He finally, finally reached a hand down, holding his base so he could line up with you. You felt his lips on your skin, muffling his satisfied hum as he slowly started pushing himself inside. You gasped when his tip breached your walls, head falling back. There was a small sting, but nothing unbearable. You felt your stomach flutter, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you.

He didn't give you much time to adjust, pushing himself almost all the way inside with an impatient moan. You cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he forced those last few, painful inches in. Tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill over as he kissed your neck apologetically. He pulled back to look at your pained expression, starting to thrust in and out of you at a slow, heavy pace.

A choked moan bubbled up in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes open, looking up at him with adoration, despite the obscene nature of the situation. Your fingers were leaving small marks on his shoulders, matching the ones he was inflicting on your sides with his bruising grip. He was quick to start speeding up his pace, the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you getting louder along with your moans. Your eyes flickered down between the two of you, stomach doing backflips at the sight of him disappearing inside you before pulling himself back out. His cock was shiny and wet, coated in your arousal. The sight made your walls flutter around him.

The pleasure was everywhere, spreading through your abdomen and thrumming along with your frantic pulse. You struggled to keep a reasonable volume, using all your willpower to not scream for him (you did still have neighbors.) You were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, your legs beginning to tremble as the feeling became too much. You had a moment of relief when his thrusts began to slow, only to realize he was merely repositioning. He perched himself up on his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs so he could grip them firmly. He tugged you down while simultaneously lifting your hips a little, spreading out your legs nice and wide before his thrusts continued.

Your head fell back, hands falling from his shoulders to grip at the sheets below you. He was going faster than before, the sound of skin on skin increasing in volume as he thrusts got harder and harder. "Fuck, needed you all day," he enunciates, his own voice starting to sound strained as he rocked in and out of you. He was going at it with much more force now, chasing his own release, enticing countless mewls and moans from your shaking figure.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, one hand releasing your thigh to spread over your abdomen. He leaned himself a bit forward, hand pressing down just enough to feel the faint knock of himself against his palm. An almost animalistic groan escaped his tired lungs, the sheer vulgarity of being able to feel the bulge of his tip stretching you out just right was enough to have him twitching inside you, moans more consistent. The sounds he was making had your cunt throbbing around him, only adding to the stimulation. He managed to pry his hand away from your belly, pushing it down and rubbing quick, firm circles on your clit. Your hips jerked at the feeling, eyes watering as you tried to grab at his hand.

"That's- ohh, 's too much," you slurred, barely aware of his prideful grin as he listened to you. You were already fucked out and overstimulated, not much more than a crying mess as he repeatedly stuffed you full. He just ignored your meek hands pushing at his, hunching himself over so he could press a kiss to your jaw. "Shh, you wanna feel good, don't you?" he cooed, nudging your head to the side with his nose so he could kiss at your marked neck. You whined, eyes fluttering shut.

"It's too good," you admitted in a whimper, feeling his teeth graze over your neck. He made a breathless noise at your words, more than pleased by what you had said. The hand that still held your thigh tightened just a bit, his thrusts never faltering. He shook his head, rubbing your puffy clit faster as he spoke to you, ignoring your chorus of moans and pleads.

"You can take it, just one more," he murmured for the second time that night. You had to fight back a heavy groan, knowing one more was never enough for him. He wanted you ruined, and he wouldn't settle for anything less. He pulled back so he could watch you, trying to stop himself from finishing before you. It was a difficult task, you were just so pretty, so perfect, all for him. It drove him up the walls just thinking about how you were his. Your mind started to go blank when he started hitting that sensitive spot inside you, your abdomen spasming.

The last knot keeping you together beneath him snapped, your climax hitting you like a fucking train. He refused to slow down or stop, fucking you like a porn star through the whole thing. You were shaking, a thin line of drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, much to your embarrassment.

He held onto your thigh like it was his sole anchor to the earth as he felt you come undone, his orgasm following quickly after yours. He pushed himself as deep as he could, filling you up with a husky whimper. He was giving you so much, emptying himself out in you with a possessive, hooded gaze. You couldn't stop shaking, fresh tears flowing down your cheeks as the feeling began to slowly subside. He panted as he recovered, realizing just how much he'd ruined you.

He chuckled at the sight, but not in a ridiculing way. He sounded enamored, relishing the sight of you all vulnerable and trembling, a sight that only he would ever get to see. You slowly started to recover your senses, breathing heavily as you came back down to earth. You were vaguely aware of him slowly pulling out, a lewd gasp sounding from your sore throat at the feeling of his cum spilling out of you.

He grinned at the sight, unable to stop himself from reaching forward and prodding at your spent hole. He couldn't help pushing some of his cum back inside, intentionally curling his fingers up a bit as he did so. His eyes flickered back up to yours when you made a soft noise, trying to push his hand away. He didn't stop, deciding to finger you lazily as he spoke.

"You did so good, baby.. aw, come on, just one more?"

A/N: yeah, yeah, i haven't posted in too long.. good lord i must have forgotten how to write overnight or something, tell me why this took me DAYS to finish. i might have to start updating some new fandoms soon ... but i'm def coming out with some gn!reader reader stuff next 🤭. anyways, i hope you enjoyed!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #euronymous #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #øystein aarseth #mayhem #angelsnkisses #mdni

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angelsnkisses · 8 months

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thinking about dark!jack <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i tried to resist but.. well, you know me. this is my first time trying something like this, i'm kinda nervous 😭. (i did make it relatively tame, since i don't have much experience with it!)

warnings: dark!softdom!jack, sub!gn!reader, (briefly implied fem anatomy, sorry!!) overstimulation, unprotected sex, degrading/mocking, use of safe word, lowkey ignoring safeword, dubcon (?), creampie

• he's so unfair the whole time he fucks you.. like, you'd be a sobbing, overstimulated mess, begging him for mercy as he pounds into you so roughly :(.

"aw, you need a break? don't wanna cum anymore?"

• he'll have your legs around his waist, one hand keeping your wrists above your head while the other holds your hip, pinning you down and rocking into you hard. there'd be a sticky, white ring around his base from you cumming over and over again, which only drives him even further past the point of reason.

• he'll talk you through it (but that doesn't mean he's equitable in any way, he makes sure you understand that he's in charge). whenever you start whining and insisting you need a break, he's all sweet and lovey towards you, voice dripping with honey while he reassures your deluged mind.

"you can take it, look how well you're doing for me."

"just a couple more, yeah? there you go.."

• this man has insane stamina, he'll cum inside you over and over and still manage to keep fucking you. it takes a whole lot to get jack to tap out, which he hasn't ever done so far. it's always you who has to croak out the safeword.

• he stops when you use it.. but he's not immediately cleaning you up and asking you what he can do for you. no, jack just looks down at you, pouting his lower lip and slowing his thrusts down to a snails pace. he'll ignore your meek pleads and attempts to get your wrists free, the hand on your hip snaking up to your face to cradle it gently.

"it's too much for you, hm? feels too good?"

• he'll mock pity at your nod in agreement, smiling sympathetically when you give him those red, teary puppy eyes and start sniffling quietly. he'll wipe the tears away from your heated cheeks and press a kiss to your nose, resting his forehead on yours to start cooing at you.

"you can do it, doll, i know you like it.. just gotta relax, mm?"

"you're making me feel so good.. you wanna make me feel good, don't you?"

• and of course you do :(.

• he has a way of.. persuading you. he knows just how to get into your pretty little head, and as much as he should feel guilty, he doesn't. he wants you all to himself, and he has no problem doing whatever he can to keep you. he craves your dependence on him, as twisted and toxic as it seems.

• the day you told him you couldn't get off without him anymore, he lost his fucking mind. he had never fucked you so hard, spewing out praises and filthy comments the whole time. he was over the moon about the effect he had on you, and he made it real obvious the entire time.

"i bet you thought about this, hm? touching yourself, pretending it was me, trying to cum so bad."

• he'll probably make you finish anywhere from four to six times before he's satisfied, finally pulling out of your abused hole with his eyes pinned to what he's doing. why? because he just has to get an eyeful of all the cum that spills out of you, making a huge mess on your bed (i hope you laid a towel out).

• he completely fucks you out on the regular, like genuinely pray for your legs.. and your spine.

• he's honestly so genuine during aftercare, especially after he's real rough with you. he'll help you wobble over the bathroom to get you all cleaned up, pressing kisses to your warm skin and mumbling quiet praises the whole time.

A/N: i'm so sorry for this 😭 it's been rotting in the back of my mind and i needed to write it down before i started going insane. hope you enjoyed though, happy scrolling <3.

#dead dove do not eat #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #jack thurlow #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut #jack goes home #angelsnkisses #mdni

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angelsnkisses · 8 months

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thinking about getting overstimulated by jack thurlow <3

500+ follower special!! tysm for all the support :)

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: dark!dom!jack, sub!fem!reader, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, hair pulling, spitting (he spits in your mouth...sorry), slapping, biting, blood (very briefly mentioned), creampie, he's honestly just so fucking mean in this one

You cried softly into the pillow your face was currently shoved into, the large hand on the back of your head preventing you from moving as Jack's hips smacked against your ass over and over. Your whimpers and moans were muffled, drool soaking into the pillowcase as you struggled to control your own body. How could you? He was manhandling you, keeping you just how we wanted, because he knew you'd let him.

The pleasure had gone from perfect and relieving to torturous and overwhelming long ago. His thick fingers were digging into the fat of your hips, forcing you back to meet every thrust he delivered to your abused hole. He groaned heavily behind you, his cock pressing against all the right places as he pounded into you. He made a quiet 'tsk' noise when you tightened around him yet again, his hand gripping your hair tighter before yanking you back.

"Gonna cum on me again? Hm?" he cooed, not caring if his actions hurt you.

You released a choked sob, pain invading your scalp as your back pressed to Jack's solid chest. He used his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing your head to the side so he could look at you. He grinned when he saw how much you'd been sobbing, pressing a small kiss to your sweat-coated forehead before practically prying your mouth open with his hand. Before you could whine or protest, he spit into your mouth, ignoring your meek attempts to turn your face away.

"Swallow it," he ordered shortly, pushing your mouth shut and slipping his hand from your jaw to your throat. You were partly surprised by the gesture, your hands grabbing at his forearm as you did what he said. You half-expected him to praise you, to tell you that you were just so fucking good for him.. but he was doing anything but.

"Nasty little whore," he muttered, as if he wasn't the one who made you do it. You shuddered when you felt him pull out, his previous loads dripping down onto the bed. You were a mess, covered in a mix of your shared cum, sweat, and even spots of blood where he'd bitten into your thighs a little too hard. He flipped you over, easily pushing your thighs apart before hovering over you.

He settled himself between your legs, holding your thighs bruisingly despite your efforts to squirm away from the aching grip. The pain was immediately drowned out when he pushed himself back inside, a slurred moan replacing your whimpers. Your head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and abdomen tensing. You felt one of his hands leave your waist, yelping when a heavy slap was delivered to the side of your face. It wasn't too hard, but enough to leave a harsh sting on your cheek. Your eyes shot open again, filling up with tears as Jack's hand settled for a firm grip on your jaw.

"Keep your eyes open," he ordered, dominance bleeding into his tone. He sounded surprisingly composed, an almost comedic contrast to your trembling, fucked out figure beneath him. He forced you to look at him, a lazy grin on his swollen lips. "Come on, let me feel you," he encouraged silkily, hooded eyes staying glued to your desperate ones. You shook your head, eyes bloodshot and your bottom lip quivering.

"I-I can't," you insisted, your legs twitching as the knot in your abdomen grew tighter and tighter. You willed your orgasm to fade, to somehow get ruined and never come. It was too much, your body was starting to give up. Jack tutted, taking his hand off your jaw before snaking it down, warm fingers pressing against your swollen clit. He ignored your startled whine, rubbing quick, tight circles.

"You can, and you will," he said simply. You found yourself grabbing at his wrist, trying to yank his hand away from your tormented clit. He persisted, your weak tugs barely disturbing him. In fact, your inability to handle yourself just gave him all the more incentive. Against all your efforts, your 6th orgasm finally washed over you. It was absolutely devastating for your poor cunt, the sensitivity causing you to shake and gasp as you came around him. Your eyes squeezed shut as your lips fell open, blissed moans tumbling from your aching throat like a waterfall of vulgarity. You vaguely heard him groan, his hand gripping your thigh even tighter as he presumably finished again, as well.

It was all crashing down on you in huge, rocketing waves, stripping you of your breath and multiplying your sensitivity tremendously. Your hands mindlessly grabbed at his hair, desperate for an anchor in your sea of overwhelming ecstasy. You were faintly aware of him mumbling something in your ear, his fjngers finally ceasing their torture on your clit. Jack's thrusts slowed to a languid pace, hands rubbing your thighs as he coaxed you through it. He looked down at you in contemplation when you finally opened your eyes again, tilting his head to the side.

Your hands slipped down to his shoulders, cheeks heating up when he eyed you. You felt like a mess, and you were sure you looked like one at this point, too. Despite that, he seemed so enamored with the sight, taking in every inch of your perfect, disheveled appearance. You found yourself melting under him, expecting that gentle, caring side of him to make an appearance. The absolutely beautiful look of surprise and fear on your face when you felt his hands tighten again was one that Jack cherished, an image that would be engraved into his mind forever.

"You can handle one more," he decided in a whisper after a few brief moments of consideration, ignoring your sob-filled begs as he began to pick up his pace again..

A/N: this is garbage but i need to post something 😭 this is entirely based off a dream i had with jack >:). hope you enjoyed <3!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #dead dove do not eat #jack thurlow #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut #jack goes home #angelsnkisses #mdni

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