#sub!shawn smut
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Angel Baby
summary: sub!shawn gets railed senseless by dom!reader
trigger warnings: smut, degradation, mean stuff that probably isn’t written well, and only a tiny bit of aftercare. mommy kink, oral, handjob, cum, and more. this is definitely darker and spicier than anything else i have written, but i hope at least some people enjoy it. this isn’t proofread because i don’t think i can handle rereading it. bottom line: grammar mistakes guaranteed.
word count: 2.2k of plotless smut
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Shawn held a pillow tightly between his legs, his thighs tiring out from the strain. His hips bucked against it as he tried to get himself off discreetly. His lips roamed tentatively around your neck, uncertain of how much you would let him do to you.
He was horny, desperate for any taste of you that he could get. His cock was pulsing and he bit his lip to stifle a moan, stimulated by the friction and heat the pillow was providing for him. He was imagining you; everything he loved about you.
He was imagining how tight you were and how you squeezed his cock when he pushed it into you, arousal dripping all around him. He was remembering how good it felt to have you cum on him, your walls fluttering against his erect length as the warmth washed over him, pulling him along to euphoria. His fingers were tightening around the seam of the pillowcase as he visualized his fingernails digging into your hips as he gritted his teeth together and groaned in pleasure.
He was down hard, desperately needing to be rescued.
Biting his lip, he tried not to rock the bed as he relieved himself, but the look on his face was a dead giveaway. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his brow. He was breathing heavily and clearly holding in his sweet moans.
It was delicious to see him in that state. He was ready for anything that you did to him, whether it was gentle and affectionate or something wild and kinky. He was hungry for anything that would make him feel good, you in particular.
“Shawnie,” you said in a commanding voice as his tongue moved repeatedly against the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. “Poor neglected baby, do you need some attention?”
“Y-yes,” he stuttered breathlessly, jaw falling slack as he took you in. “I need you.”
“Looks like you’re doing just fine with that pillow,” you said bluntly. “Does it feel good?”
He nodded, his eyes widening in regret once he realized what he’d said. “But I want you more.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“F-fuck me,” he gulped, pulling the pillow closer to his chest for comfort. “You always make me feel so good,” he added, in hopes of you going easier on him. After all, it was evident that he didn’t need very much.
“You want me to fuck you?”
Shawn whimpered, the sound coming from the top of his throat. “Y-yes, mama,” he said hurriedly. “Please, I need you so bad.”
You used the tip of your index finger to trace small lines on his hard tip, which was standing up prominently, even inside of his briefs and sweatpants.
His head fell back limply as a moan clawed its way out of his throat.
You smirked and cocked your head to the side. “I don’t know if you can handle me tonight,” you pointed out. “So easy, so hard for me.”
He let out a sound like a kitten mewing as he rubbed himself against your hand, creating his own friction. He was still thinking about your hips, your ass, your pussy, your moans. Every horny thought possible was racing through his mind, doing nothing to relieve the blood that was coursing to his hard shaft.
You put your fingers into his innermost waistband, his briefs, and pulled them down. His sweatpants came down with them, allowing his dick to slap up against his abs, tiny droplets of precum leaking from his tip.
You stared in awe for a moment before recovering, assuming your dominant role before Shawn realized you’d lost it.
His eyes were shut, eyelashes resting gently on his precious cheeks. “Thank you, mama,” he breathed.
“Don’t thank me just yet, puppy,” you said in a condescending tone. “You’ve got to agree to a few things first.”
Shawn let out a whine as he squirmed against your hand, which was now wrapped around his hardened shaft, your thumb tracing circles on its head, picking up the little drops of arousal that spilled from it.
He was ready to agree to anything, as long as it would result in him coming inside of you.
“You can’t cum until I say so, alright?” You stared directly into his eyes, watching as the beautiful lust-swelled orbs fell down to his lap nervously.
“Alright?” you repeated. “I need your words and your eyes, please.”
“Yes, mama,” he repeated, making shy eye contact. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
This was all the approval you needed. You moved your closed hand up and down his shaft, stimulating the sensation of thrusting in and out of something.
Shawn sighed as a soft groan fell from his lips, only to have your fingers pressed against his lips. The friction he was getting moments earlier had vanished.
“Save those noises for later,” you instructed. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“Fuck me, mommy, please,” he begged, desperate to the point of tears. “I’ll be such a good boy. I want to cum in you, and I want to feel you cum on me…”
He could feel her stare penetrating him, he didn’t dare look up.
“I want to give you a baby,” he admitted, a red blush spreading over his cheeks and forehead.
“Oh, puppy,” she said severely, “what are those dirty thoughts doing in that pretty little mind of yours? Angels don’t think like that.”
“I’ll be such a good boy.”
“Good boys don’t talk like that.”
Shawn was near tears. He was so hard that it was painful. “I’m sorry, mama,” he choked. “I’ll be a good boy.”
“Gonna put a baby in me?” you mimicked. “And be a good boy at the same time?”
Shawn watched you carefully as you rolled over, and as soon as your legs were in the right position, he took the opportunity to push his hard cock into you.
You gasped at the force, exhaling sharply as you looked at his angelic face.
“Did I give you permission?”
Shawn lowered his head and whimpered, but never drew his cock from you. Just being inside of you made his hard state feel more bearable.
“I said, did I give you permission?”
“No, mama,” he answered, his eyes never meeting hers. “But I need you so bad.”
The catch in his voice is what convinced you to let him slide in and out of you a few times.
“Poor, needy baby,” you sighed. “You’re so horny, you can’t even thrust right.”
He looked at you with wondering eyes before he was thrown back against the cool white sheets with a force that made the bed bounce.
His cock slapped against his abs again, more precum oozing from its tip.
You had to admire him for a moment and take in how pretty he was with his honey-colored eyes, messy curls, and rock-solid dick. As soon as that moment was over, though, you began to ride him, pushing yourself onto his cock until it couldn’t go in any further. You did this repeatedly, never stopping.
Shawn was panting beneath you, struggling to buck his hips for added friction.
You let out a low growl as you felt a warm feeling swell deep within you. It would only be a matter of time until Shawn was cumming, so you had to make the most of it.
“Fuck,” he whined, trying to move away from you and escape the friction, but he had no such luck. “Fuck, baby, I need to cum.”
You ignored his words and continued bouncing up and down on his cock.
His thighs were shaking, his abs were tight, and a layer of sweat was spread all over him. A pool of arousal was accumulating where you were riding him, and it was dripping messily down his sides.
He loved looking at you while you rode him. Your face was so concentrated and experienced, yet free and youthful, and your tits bounced with you. Your hair was free and wild, and your pussy was tight around him, just the way he liked.
Your words were cutting him deeply tonight, but in all honesty, he found that incredibly sexy. He was a kinky fucker in general, turned on by the most pecular things, but degredation made him feel more aroused than anything else.
You were taking your dom role too especially serious tonight, never letting him squirm away from you. His received constant insults from you, which just made the burning sensation inside him grow. The more he struggled and squirmed beneath you, the more insults you’d hurl at him.
You were uncomfortably sweaty, unsure of how long you could continue your tantalizing speed, but you pushed on, driven by the look on your angel baby’s face.
He looked like he was in a lot of pain, but too afraid to show weakness. In your opinion, that was incredibly hot of him, and he deserved everything he felt.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his hips rocking shakily against yours, bruises covering them where he had made hard, repetitive contact with you. He could no longer hold it in, but you had one present left to give him.
“Hold it,” you commanded, voice ragged and hoarse from overuse. “I better not see a drop come out of you until I say so.”
Shawn bit his lip and held the feeling in obediently, trying to count how many times his heart beat during ten-second increments. He couldn’t. It was beating faster than a hummingbird flapped its wings.
Moving to lie beside him rather than on top, you rolled him over, just enough that his entire ass was showing. You took it in for a moment before reeling your hand back and slapping it against his pretty, firm cheeks. This action was repeated twice more, until you were satisfied by the handprint that was left behind.
A moan left his mouth after every sickening slap, the last one resembling a scream more, warning of his orgasm.
The sound threatened to make you cum on the spot, and your walls fluttered as a forewarning.
“Please,” he breathed hoarsely, his eyebrows furrowed in desperation, rewarded by a brusque, “not yet,” from you.
You took his shaft in your hand and kneaded it while you watched the pain on his face evolve into something terrible.
“Cum, baby,” you instructed breathlessly, and he wasted no time. He filled you with his creamy cum within seconds, and everything else spilled out of you and pooled on the sheets, creating slick seascapes with the wrinkles.
“A-aren’t you gonna cum, mommy?” he stuttered, voice husky and exhausted. “Didn’t I make you feel good?”
You stared at him for a long moment before he started moving. He squirmed further and further down the bed, stopping when his head was at the same level as your pussy.
He took it into his mouth, licking the arousal from your enterance before poking his tongue up to taste what was going on inside.
“Naughty boy,” you taunted, unable to think of anything meaner to say. “Angels don’t participate in such dirty acts.”
Unmoved by your words, he sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue tantalizingly against it.
You could feel his teeth brushing on it, and the feeling was unbearable. A hefty moan warned him that you were about to cum, so he positioned his mouth so he could take all of it in. That was a hard job. It just kept coming, but he had tasked himself with consuming all of it, and he wasn’t about to give up.
It tasted so good to him, and it was so warm and silky going down his throat. He nearly fell asleep from relief and fatigue, but he stayed awake, needing to swallow often so as not to choke.
He deserved all of the pain for all of the times he’d edged you or lied to you, and he deserved all of the euphoria for the joy, love and orgasms he brought to your life. The kinky sex between the two of you was a double edged sword. It was often rough and harsh, causing the submissive one to scream or cry in pain, but it always ended in snuggles and endless hours of “I love yous,” repeated into the early hours of the morning.
“Open your eyes,” a gentle, caring voice broke through his thoughts.
He opened his eyes sleepily to see you standing over him, placing a cool, damp washcloth on his sweaty forehead. His eyes squeezed shut again to squeeze out a chain of hot, stinging tears.
“You made me feel so good,” you breathed as you snuggled closer to him, placing another washcloth on the back of his neck. “You’re such an angel.”
A soft smile danced on his lips momentarily, but he was unable to keep his eyes open. He fell asleep without saying a word, and all that was left for you to do was admire him.
His cheeks were rosy, and his lips were swollen, his head was heavy, and his eyes were tired. He was warm everywhere, a magnet for you.
You rested your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes, too, willing sleep to take you away. Clean up could wait. After all, the morning seemed to loom far away.
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hey there, "first time asker" is back! i'm so glad i that i was able to inspire something last time:).
i recently had another idea: so it would be shawn x taker again (i'm sorry i just love these two so much). this time a little more explicit? so taker is usually very dominant and a big fan of tying shawn up. this time tho, shawn wants to tie him up for a change and taker agrees. but we all know that shawn is the biggest tease known to man(kind sorry i couldn't resist). taker then loses his patience. but we all know that he is somewhat of a supernatural being, so he manages to undo the restraints without shawn noticing. now its time for taker to reverse the roles and have his way with shawn.
again any era you want and if you want to add or remove something go ahead. hope your cold is gone by now :)
Hellooooo, second time asker! Here is your fic - sorry that it took me so long and I hope it hits the spot! Feel free to picture whichever era you most prefer!
Give & Take - Interrupted
Shawn pounces on Taker right after he walks in the door, wrapping his arms around the bigger man’s waist and stretching up for a kiss that very quickly becomes heated.
“Someone’s keen,” he comments when Shawn finally lets him up for air.
“Well, if you will insist on sending me suggestive texts in the middle of the afternoon…” Shawn says with a smile.
“Suggestive? It was a few little pictures, that’s all.” Despite his flippant reply, Taker’s hands slide down to cup Shawn’s pert ass.
“They’re called emojis,” Shawn says, planting a lazy kiss on his lover’s neck. “And it was that special one that you use - as you well know.”
Unseen by the blonde who’s still nuzzling at his throat, Taker smiles. “Yeah, OK - you got me. I’m a bad man.”
Shawn leans back so that he can look Taker in the eye. “Nah. You’re actually very good. But… I don’t suppose…” He trails off and worries at his bottom lip with his teeth.
Even though it’s obvious that Shawn is plotting, the big man takes the bait as he gently lifts his thumb to the blonde’s mouth and frees the lip before it gets hurt. “Don’t suppose that what?” He prompts.
“I was thinking… maybe we could change things up tonight?” He does his best puppy dog eyes when he adds, “And I could be the one to tie you up?”
Taker looks at Shawn for a long minute as though searching for any trace of an attempt at ribbing but all he sees is wide, honest blue eyes. And so he nods.
“Sure, why not?” His cold heart melts a little at the excited smile that appears on Shawn’s face and he can’t help adding, “But I’m not calling you ‘sir’.”
“No. No, that would be weird,” Shawn agrees quickly and then settles into Taker’s arms again happily and makes a soft, contented little sound when Taker leans down and kisses the top of his head.
“Uhh, put your hands up over your head,” Shawn says, eyeing the railings of the headboard and toying with handfuls of rope. Having already had each of his feet bound to the bottom of the bed Taker silently complies, holding loosely on to the rails and Shawn has to take a minute to just drink him in. Sure, he sees his partner naked all the time, but rarely on display like this. Taker is a big guy and the position he’s in right now shows all the definition in his huge arms. Shawn wants to lay down on him with that broad chest as a pillow and sink his teeth into those pecs… and then he realises that he can. Still wearing his jeans, he drapes the length of rope around his neck and crawls on to the bed, straddling Taker’s hips. He leans forward and begins to wind the rope around the bigger man’s wrists - his work isn’t as neat as Taker’s but he’s sure it’ll be just as effective. He wraps and knots it around the railings as best he can and then places his hands on Taker’s chest, splaying his fingers out across the pecs.
“Does it feel OK? Not too tight?” He asks the same thing that Taker always says when their roles are reversed.
The big man raises a dark eyebrow. “It’s fine,” he says. “But then, it’s not like I have regular circulation.”
Shawn gives a small shrug in capitulation and then digs his fingers into Taker’s flesh slightly and wriggles backwards. His gaze leaves the green eyes and roves across the broad chest below him and then he does it - he dips his head and mouths at the big man’s left pec just above the nipple before gently biting down.
Taker lets out a breathy moan the sort of which he’s never heard him make before and Shawn looks up in surprise.
“You like that?” He tries to keep his tone in check and sound more confident than questioning.
“Yeah,” Taker replies, his voice sounding a little strained. “I like it just fine.”
Shawn understands his stoic lover well enough to know that liking something ‘just fine’ actually translates as, ‘give me more of that right now’. He briefly considers making Taker ask him to do it again but decides against it as while that’s exactly the kind of thing the big man would do to him, he has a feeling it would just send his partner retreating into his shell. So instead, he dips back down and bites again - harder this time, to the point of leaving teethmarks. He’s rewarded with another moan and so he begins to devour Taker’s chest like a starving man, licking and biting his way across it.
By the time he sits back up Taker’s eyes are closed, he’s breathing rapidly and his skin is pink and covered with marks. Also, his dick is as hard as a rock, which Shawn notices when his ass bumps against it and he smirks a little.
“Guess you really liked it, huh?”
Taker’s eyes snap open and Shawn startles as he notices that the other man’s pupils are blown so wide, his eyes look nearly black.
“Enough teasing now.” Taker flexes his arms and stares hungrily at the blonde wriggling on his lap. “You got it like that, so now you can take care of it.”
“All in good time,” Shawn replies, with a cheeky wink as he shuffles backwards. He wriggles his jeans and boxers off and then lays down on his stomach between Taker’s legs in order to be properly on a level with ‘it’. He rests his chin on his hands as he takes some time to admire the delectable treat in front of him, while his partner stares impatiently down the line of his body, glaring at the smug blonde.
Shawn reaches out and wraps his hand around the base, guiding the column towards him before sticking his tongue out and licking steadily from root to tip. He presses his tongue hard against the flesh, feeling it track over the thick vein while at the same time feeling Taker’s thighs tense beneath his hand. He’s sure that he hears a creak from the head of the bed.
In a bid to quell any sense of mutiny from above, he takes the spongy head into his mouth and sucks hard which automatically causes the bigger man to thrust upwards, chasing the pressure. Shawn merely moves with him and continues to tease, curling his tongue around to tickle at the frenulum as a muffled growl is heard from above.
“I told you enough teasing,” Taker’s words come from between gritted teeth. “Take it down your throat.”
“I told you all in good time,” Shawn counters, emboldened by the safety of distance. “I wanna play a little first, and then I’ll slide right down on it.”
“I’ll remember this,” Taker grumbles, flexing his fingers.
Shawn dips his head to hide a smile. “I’m counting on that,” he answers and then noses at Taker’s balls before licking and nipping at the sac while he reaches up with his right hand to slowly jack the now weeping erection. This earns a few sharp intakes of breath as his victim struggles to adjust to the new sensation.
“C’mon, baby…” Taker’s voice is soft now, cajoling. “You know you want to take me all the way…”
Shawn’s head pops back up in almost comic fashion but the smirk on his face is predatory. His expression matches his actions as he crawls slowly back up Taker’s body, making sure to let his muscled abs drag against the bigger man’s dick on the way.
Taker closes his eyes against the insanely erotic sight of his lover advancing upon him and presses his lips together to prevent any kind of sound escaping. He knows that he shouldn’t do what he’s currently considering… That is, using his powers in the bedroom, right now… it wouldn’t be in the spirit. On the other hand, Shawn has now reached his chest and has begun to bite and suck on his left nipple while simultaneously pinching his right. Unnggh.
Decision made.
It takes Shawn nearly a full minute to realise that something is… not wrong, exactly - just different. He’s laying atop the big man having transferred his attentions from nipples to neck and he’s happily nuzzling away there when the familiar, huge arms wrap around him and a kiss is pressed to the side of his head. The big hands slide down his back and then cup his ass and squeeze before-
Hang on a second!
He scrambles to an upright position, to find Taker’s hands very much no longer tied and a quick glance behind him confirms that while his legs are still spread, his ankles are also free. Taker at least has the good grace to look a bit sheepish and he shrugs awkwardly.
“I got impatient?” He offers as Shawn folds his arms and pouts down at him. “The worst torture was not being able to touch you…”
Shawn can’t get mad - he’s still feeling a little high from the dose of power that he was given and so he leans down and kisses Taker gently.
“Well, now you can touch all you want.”
Taker raises a hand to hold the back of Shawn’s head as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into the blonde’s mouth as the smaller man whimpers his submission. As soon as he breaks the kiss, he rolls them in one movement so that their positions are reversed and he stares down into bright blue eyes that seem to be begging him to take charge. He pins the slim wrists to the bed and when he feels Shawn push against the hold he tightens his grip and watches with satisfaction as he shudders.
“Wh.. what are you gonna do with me?” Shawn asks, a tremor in his voice that even if it’s only done for effect, goes straight to Taker’s dick.
Taker doesn’t answer at first - just uses his grip on each wrist to push Shawn’s arms out wide and then dares him with a Look to move as he lets go and untangles the rope from the headboard’s rails. He quickly and efficiently completes the ties and then asks Shawn to confirm that nothing is too tight. Comfort established, Taker drifts the tips of his fingers down the blonde’s arms, watching them tense as he reaches that ticklish spot on each armpit before finally replying.
“I’m going to make you beg, boy toy.”
Shawn can’t prevent the low whine that’s a combination of lust and trepidation. Taker smirks at the noise, leans down and proceeds to visit upon Shawn exactly what was done to him. He flicks his tongue over the heaving chest and then sinks his teeth slowly into one perfect pec. He takes time to appreciate how the flesh feels under his bite, increasing the pressure until he’s sure that imprints will be left behind. Shawn’s head thrashes from side to side as the torrent of pain-pleasure is inflicted upon him.
He teases the blonde’s nipples, the very tip of his tongue dancing insistently over the hard little peaks and then turns his attention to Shawn’s neck. He takes a good handful of his lover’s hair and uses it to hold his head back as he kisses and bites his throat. Shawn mewls quietly as he’s devoured, straining at the ropes just to feel the restraint more fully.
“Please,” He gasps out when Taker finally kneels back up, watching him writhe impatiently.
“Please, what?”
Shawn’s dick twitches at the prompt and he swallows before replying, “Please, sir…”
Taker smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Please, sir… what?”
Shawn bunches his hands into fists, knowing that it will make his biceps flex a little. “I want… Can I come, sir?”
Taker laughs quietly and merely shakes his head ‘no’, before shifting forwards and offering his dick up to Shawn’s lips. “Open up, boy toy; let’s put that pretty mouth to good use.”
Shawn’s eyes close as he takes his lover’s erection into his mouth and caresses the underside with his tongue. Taker thrusts gently, letting out a quiet grunt of his own as Shawn’s teeth softly scrape over his flesh. “Look at me,” he commands and his heart swells just a little when the blue eyes flutter open and meet his own. Taker holds on to the top rail of the headboard and slowly fucks Shawn’s mouth for a while - never pushing too far, just enjoying as much as the position allows.
Eventually he withdraws and stands up, making his way to the foot of the bed, trailing his fingertips along Shawn’s torso and down his leg as he goes. He stands and contemplates the gorgeous creature on the bed, all mussed-up hair and whimpers.
“That looks uncomfortable,” Taker says, with a nod towards Shawn’s straining dick. As if performing on cue, a bead of pre-come leaks out of the dark red slit and dribbles down over the head. “Want me to do something with it?”
Shawn nods rapidly. “Yes, sir - please. God, yes!”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Taker drops forward, catching himself on his hands and then leans over to lick up the drip running down the side of Shawn’s dick. The blonde shouts in surprise and Taker has to clamp his hands down on the smaller man’s legs to prevent him from moving too much. Far from backing off at the extreme reaction, Taker instead captures the weeping head in his mouth and swirls his long tongue around it a couple of times before sucking hard, drawing back off it with a pop.
Shawn’s hips thrust up pathetically despite Taker’s hold and he looks confused that all the bigger man has done is make matters worse. “Wha..?”
“Said I’d do something with it. Not get rid of it.” Shawn looks bereft which just makes Taker smile. “Didn’t I say that I’d remember what you did to me just now?” Somewhat defeated, Shawn nods as he grasps the bars of the headboard. He looks so pitiful that Taker decides to progress things and crosses to the bedside cabinet to retrieve the lube. He very deliberately holds Shawn’s gaze as he squeezes some out on to his hand to warm and then steps up close, tapping the nearest thigh as a signal to bend his knees.
He gently pushes a well-lubed finger into Shawn, working it in and out while the blonde lets out the most adorable breathy little moans.
“Like this part, don’t you?”
“L - like all of it, si-ahh!” Shawn’s response is cut off to a gasp as Taker chooses that moment to add a second finger. “God, that feels so good…” He writhes and pulls against the ropes as Taker seeks out that little bundle of nerves and presses insistently. The pleasurable burn as he’s carefully stretched is all-consuming and he begins to feel as though he’ll come from Taker’s fingers alone.
“You look good all spread out like that,” Taker comments. He twists his hand around and gently scissors his fingers inside Shawn’s grasping heat and the smaller man mewls.
“Please… Fuck me sir, please!”
“You sure you’re ready?”
Shawn nods rapidly in response. “Please!” He says again, thrusting his hips up.
Taker has half a mind to make him wait, but truth be told he’s more than ready himself and so he withdraws his fingers and then slathers more lube on to his dick. As a final tease he bites his way along one of Shawn’s thighs and then kneels on the bed, hooking his hands behind the blonde’s knees. He lines up and then pushes slowly in, gritting his teeth against the squeeze and intense heat until he bottoms out. He takes a few moments to adjust and then draws back, the beginning of a torturously slow fuck.
Shawn stares up at the man above him, relishing the feeling of being completely owned as he’s held in position. Sure, the idea of topping had been fun but nothing can beat this, he’s sure of it.
“Faster…” The words slip out unbidden and result in Taker ceasing to move altogether.
“You giving orders now?” He asks with a raised eyebrow and serious expression.
“N - no, sir. I just… so good…” Shawn bites his bottom lip and does his best to look contrite.
“That’s what I thought,” Taker says and starts to move again. He moves his left hand from behind Shawn’s knee and places it loosely about the smaller man’s throat. “Your job is to lay there and take it. What are you?”
The question takes Shawn by surprise and at first he’s not sure what Taker’s looking for so he blinks, swallows and hopes for the best before replying,
“I’m your boy toy, sir.”
A mildly satisfied smirk turns up the corner of Taker’s mouth and he rewards Shawn with a few rapid thrusts to stab against his prostate before returning to the previous slow pace.
“What else?”
Shawn swallows again, his stomach flip-flopping before he closes his eyes with faux-shame and quietly answers, “A slut, sir.”
Taker gives Shawn’s throat a gentle squeeze. “Whose slut?”
Shawn’s eyes fly open, expression mildly panicked as though he’s desperate not to be misunderstood. “Yours - your slut.”
“Damn right,” Taker mutters and again rewards the admission with more rapid thrusts. “What else?”
Shawn lets out a small whimper as the pace backs off again and then looks Taker right in the eyes as with more intensity he says, “Your whore, sir.”
This time the increased speed is maintained and Taker shifts his hand from the slim throat to Shawn’s chest, plucking hard at his nipples.
“One of these days I’m gonna label you up with those names,” he says darkly. “Get a Sharpie out and spend a while marking ‘em out on you.” Shawn’s chest heaves and Taker knows he’s imagining that act taking place and so he goes on. “We’ll go out for dinner, real civilised, but you and me will both know that under your shirt you’re branded with all those dirty names that you love.”
“Fuck… please, sir. Please let me come?”
“You’ll wait ‘til you’re told, boy toy.” Taker puts his hand back behind Shawn’s knee, using it to anchor him in place for more vigorous treatment. He’s close himself but there’s no way he’s going to admit that so soon.
Beneath him Shawn looks down the line of his body at his dripping cock, the head weeping and red and wonders whether he’s capable of obeying.
Returning vaguely to the evening’s apparent theme Taker adds, “Bet you’d let me fuck you in front of the whole locker room, huh? You’d let everyone know that you’re all mine, to do whatever I want with, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes! God, yes, sir - want everyone to know - know that I’m yours!”
“Good boy.” Taker slows the pace but gives several deep thrusts, aiming them to hit Shawn’s prostate and grunts with satisfaction when his moans of pleasure become shouts. “Might even put a collar on you - nice one with a pretty tag that tells everyone who you belong to.”
Shawn squeezes his eyes shut, a thought fleeting through his brain about whether Taker might let him choose the colour. “Please, sir… please… I don’t know if I can… fuck, please!”
Without missing a beat Taker grabs the lube and gets a dose on to his hand before grasping Shawn’s cock and sliding it up and down. Shawn sobs and clings to the bed rail for dear life as he cries out desperately and Taker can’t help but feel some pity.
“Go ahead, boy toy - come for me.”
With a shout of relief Shawn lets go, his release shooting out in an arc as Taker milks him expertly even when the fluttering of his channel triggers the bigger man’s climax, making his hips stutter and shove hard against the blonde. The two of them are falling together in a bubble of perfect pleasure and as they eventually come down from the peak a silence settles over the room. Breaths slowly return to normal and having slipped out of Shawn, Taker crawls up over him once more and undoes the ties. As soon as his arms are free Shawn wraps them around the broad back and plants a kiss on to Taker’s shoulder.
“Can I choose the colour?”
Taker lifts his head in order to look down at smiling blonde. “Huh?”
“The collar. Can I choose the colour?”
Taker huffs out a laugh and kisses the tip of Shawn’s nose. “Nope - it’ll be black leather. But I’ll let you choose the tag, OK?”
Shawn lets out an honest to goodness giggle and nods happily. “Deal.”
#the undertaker#undertaker#this character lives in my head rent free#wwe#wwf#shawn michaels#hbtaker#taker smut#Shawn Michaels smut#hbtaker smut#fanfic#anon asks#dom!taker#sub!shawn#TTT Tumblr Asks
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Sean Anderson [journey 2] x fem! reader
submissive Sean☆
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WARNING 18+ smut
[ swearing, cursing, dirty talk if you squint, sub/dom dynamics, riding, ✋🏿job ]
you are responsible for what you read
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summary:
Sean gets in trouble and invites you over.
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a/n *could be better, I used to write on wattpad awhile ago so imma lil ass*
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it's around 10 pm when your boyfriend Sean texts you, not a hello, or a how are ya' babe, just a "come over". already knowing he got into something you threw on your jacket and headed over.
Sean's mom Liz never had problems with you coming over this late... fortinutly for you, the door was opened by Hank, shawns step dad.
' ain't happenin' ' he says, not even letting the door open fully before he started. 'you know what your little friend in there did?' his questioning sounding like a tired high school guidance counselor. responding by shaking your head no he continues 'he broke into a place, some satalite shit, oh my bad, stuff, and not only that' he says in a could you just belive it voice. ' he crashed that little dirt bike of his' finishing leaning back on the door crossing his arms with a smirk that could have been compared to a teen when they snitch on their older sibling. 'yea kristen said she'd seen the cops outside of the mcbrooms house. is he hurt?' you question not letting him into the fact that Sean told you what he was planning in advance 'nope' says Liz popping in the doorway,' but he got a nice swim,' she says, chuckling. 'go up there and check on him, will you?' she asks politely, moving Hank out of the way.
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knocking on the door before entering, you see shawn at his desk looking over some paper. 'what is that?' you questioned while placing your head on his shoulder reading the paper but having no clue what it said. ' i think its from grandpa ' he says not taking his attention off of it. ' has to be '
'you know what it says?' you question after placing a kiss on his check and going to sit on his bed. 'not yet but ill figure it out' he says taking a final look at the paper letting out a breath before placing it onto his desk and making his way over to his bed where your sitting with your back to the wall, he lays his head on you lap looking up to you with a grin 'i did it' he says proudly. 'yes you did baby' you laugh, leaning down for a kiss.
when you go to break it he pathetically trys to follow your lips. ' you also almost got arrested ' you say as you look down at his beautiful face taking it into your hands and squeezing his cheecks, giving him barley a peck of a kiss.
'you also crashed your bike' giving him another worthless peck. 'had a busy night' you finish before giving him an actual kiss letting his face go. 'yea i did' he says, giving you a shit eating grin.'wanna make it busier?" he says doing the weird eyebrow thing that his step dad always does that makes you tear up every time you see it. 'no busy boy, i think you've done enough for tonight.' you say laughing, which gives him the impression that you were joking.
popping up onto his knees and lifting his shirt up. causing you to laugh even more, you ask 'baby what are you doing?' making him stop his actions before his shirt is even all the way over his head 'getting busy' he says in a defeated tone not taking the shirt from over his face, but from the redness spreading across his cheast you could tell he was embaressed. ' aww ' you say as you match him getting on your knees sitting back on you feet as you take your acrylic nail from his adams apple, that was barley showing from under where the shirt lay, all the way down to the button of his jean.
he kept his arms up, letting out soft pants as he pushed the fabric of the shirt that still covered his face into his mouth.
leaving little kisses a top of where his jeans covered him from the world. 'this what you want, huh?' trailing your finger up his cheest and letting your hand grip his kneck when it got there. taking your other hand you pull the bottom of the shirt down just enough to see his face 'what you wanted a reward because you've had a busy day' you say in a slightly condecinding tone that he definitely catches abd lets out a whimper 'yes' in response.
'ive had a very busy day' nodding his head as to verify that he indeed had a long day. you can't help but find him so damn hot when he's embarrassed and horny. leaning back, you tell him to take his shirt off. quickly ridding himslef of his shirt you next tell him to remove his pants
'your gonna be my god boy right?'
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cut to you sitting on his bed back against the wall, fully dressed with Sean only in his boxers sitting between your legs with his back to your cheest. his hands sit under your thighs as precouction since he can never seem to keep his hands to himself.
your nails drag up and down, from his happy trail to his cheast, before you let your hand rest on his buldge over his boxers. 'my busy baby must be so tired.' you start as you message him over his boxers. 'so worked up doing all this running around', grabbing his face with his other hand you turn his face to look at you before you kiss him.
pushing his neck higher to push more into the kiss. he starts to whimper, moving his hips against your hand.
pushing his face away from yours with an offended look you scoft at him.' was i not doing enough for you?hmm?' you say as you remove your hand from his dick. 'desperat ass bitch cant even wait and i was trying to be nice' you say as his eyes start to widen ' wait baby no.' Sean starts as you push him off of you. 'wait baby. thats not what i meant.' he says as he lets out a nervouse chuckle. 'baby please' he says to you as you grip the edge of his boxers before pulling them down. 'oh my god' he says, giving up his pleading as you rap your hand around the base of his dick. he was nice and hard leaking waiting for whatever you wanted to give him.
you climb into his lap, taking your hand from his dick you bring it to your mouth and lick your hand, palm to fingers, instantly bringing it down to the tip of his cock. he lets out the most beautiful groan with a 'fuck'. as he closed his eyes you add tighter pressure on his tip before dragging your hand to the base of his dick and back to the tip. you start off slow listening to his panting as his hands grip the sheets upder you. gradually speeding up your pace when his cock starts to leak you focous more of your attention on the tip.
he's a mess now opting to squeeze his hand over his mouth than to trust himself. sweat covered forhead, eyes tightly shut, Sean repeatedly brings his hand from his mouth wanting to speak, but every time, it meets with a pathetic whimper or a breathy moan.
finally finding his voice he squeezes his thighs together resisting any pleasure given to him 'please, god you gotta let me fuck you' he begged finally opening his eyes to take in the veiw.
letting out a moan followed by an 'oh fuck' as your hand falls to the base of his cock raising your hips so you were hovering over him. moving your panties to the side under your skirt swipping his dick up and down your pussy collecting the juices as you go before letting it rest under your entrance ' shawn baby ' taking your free hand to grab the one that was previously covering his mouth, bringing it to yours leaving gentel kisses on his palm. he lets out a breathy 'yes'.
releasing your weight and welcoming his cock inside you trying but failing at keeping in a moan at the delicious feeling of him stretching you. letting out a ' fuck' as your clit grazed his pelvis. once you were used to his size of his cock you brought the hand that was still holding his letting it rest on your thigh with the other one. he's breathing heavily as you bring one hand to his cheast using it to hold your weight and bringing your other to push his head to the side, pushing his face into the sheet under you. 'you consider this fucking me?" you tease as you slowly start to rotate your hips. despertaly trying to shake his head (yes of course) under your hand you move it letting his face up ' stay quiet for me baby' you say as your now free hand finds its home on Seans neck grasping as you start to ride his cock.
letting your head fall forward with a 'fuck', feeling him so deep inside you honestly made you forget what you came over for in the first place. with all his effort he snaps his hips to meet you as your ride him. 'fuck baby' leaning down to kiss his neck your throw your ass back riding him harder. 'im gonna come fuck' is all you can say before your pussy sqeezese his dick as you come Sean not folllowing to long after. as you both try to desperatly catch your breath you raise off of his cock letting the cum drip down onto him before you pull your panties back.
removing your clothes and cuddling up beside him pressing wet kisses all over his face.
a knock on the door breaks you both from your little world
'I guess ypur spending the night' says hank through the door.
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okay honest how was that... bc I feel like I could do better because I'm a whore and I love shit like this but also this might be all you get cause I'm also a ragging virgin 😭.
*not pre read by anyone but me*
so if Grammer or spelling is off... blame me. or don't. I'm not mad either way.
leave feedback or just shit you might wanna read.
~ Daisy Baby
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the beginning
my babysitter au
type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series
type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)
pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader
warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big
summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.
a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!
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(not my pics)
(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)
"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?
"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.
you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.
wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."
as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"
as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.
the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.
little do you know, this is just the beginning
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bourbon, shawn hunter
requested: yes
warnings: smut, degradation, sub!shawn, slight edging, praise kink, slight degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, small breeding thing, drinking etc
since apparently i have to specify, this is about ADULT shawn hunter in his COLLEGE years. alas, the long awaited sub!shawn smut :)
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you sat on a bar stool at some club near campus, a short glass of bourbon whiskey filled halfway next to you. smokey air and jazz music filled the space of the club, bodies in the dance floor seeming to have a fun time. there were so many attractive people on that dance floor, but your eyes only fell on one brunette boy.
shawn hunter. what an absolute slut he boy was. a slut that you wanted.
you watched him dance in a white shirt, leather jacket and denim jeans. a slutty little gold chain hung around his neck and a bottle of beer in his hand as a girl grinded on him.
you had been watching shawn for a few months in campus, waiting for him to get out of his relationship so you could have his chance and it seemed he was because of how he danced with the blonde on the floor. his hand was placed on her waist, grinding slowly into her ass which made you grip the cup you held. that should be you dancing on shawn hunter.
you downed the rest of the bourbon and glossed your lips before pushing off the bar stool and walking over to him. as soon as you tapped shawn’s shoulder he turned around, putting a hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him as he nodded to the music.
he looked down at your through hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips that made your skin tingle.
god, he was hot.
“hi y/n.” shawn spoke over the music, but not too loud. he used his other hand to trail down your back, swaying to the accents of the song that played.
“hi shawn. where’s your girlfriend?” you asked, just to make sure you weren’t about to homewreck anything.
shawn smiled at you. “what girlfriend?”
you smiled back and began to play with his hair, looking at how the boy closed his eyes in relaxation at your touch. his body engaged with every motion you made.
“do you wanna go get some food or something after this?” he spoke, trying to make small talk.
“we could do that,” you shrugged, pushing his head down so your lips grazed his ear. “or we could go back to mine and i can sit on that pretty face of yours.”
shawn pulled back to give you a smile he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck before taking your hand and pulling you out of the club. he had never been spoken to like that and it got excited him. your words were rushing straight to his cock.
as you stepped outside a taxi was immediately hailed down and as soon as you and shawn sat in the back, you were at him. your lips trailed teasing bites along his neck before you pressed your against his. shawn kissed back in a hungry manner, whining when he lost contact of your lips because they went back to his neck.
“be a good boy, hunter.” you said softly so only you two could hear. you undid his pants with ease as a hand slipped in. you felt him tense under your touch and smiled against his neck. “be a good boy for me and shut up.”
he nodded and sucked in a breath when you began to palm him through his boxers, unconsciously moving his hips up to your touch. he was needy with it, grinding into your hand as he bit his lip to hold back moans.
“so needy.” you smiled against his neck. you continued rubbing him, listening to all the little gasp that fell out of his mouth. the taxi driver in the front was oblivious to all that was happening.
“fuck.” shawn stuttered out. he bucked his hips up to your hand. you pulled your hand off of him and smiled when he whined for you again.
“what did i say? hm?” you pressed a kiss to his lips. “quiet, okay?” he nodded an the taxi pulled up to your house. shawn was no more than a lost poppy nipping at your heels, following you to the living room. you both kicked off your shoes quickly, shawn throwing his jacket on the floor as you made your way to the bedroom. when the door shut and you looked at him there was only one thing on your mind.
slut. him. out.
“on the bed. now.” you spoke in a demanding tone. shawn listened and sat on the bed, waiting for further instruction.
you smiled when shawn grabbed your hand, tugging you forward and pulling you on to his lap with a grin. you two began to make out again, this time with your legs wrapped around his waist and his shirt inching off.
“tell me what you want.” shawn muttered against your lips while you tugged off his shirt to expose his bare chest.
“i wanna fuck you.” you ran hands over his chest causing the boy to shiver. “i wanna taste you, wanna make you scream, beg, cry. wanna make you my slut.”
shawn’s jaw slowly fell slack as his pupils dilated for the fifth time that evening. he swear he almost came on himself when he heard the pure filth.
“wanna be a good boy and let me?” you asked, moving a hand to hold his jaw and lift it up, shawn nodded slowly and you moved off his lap, pushing him back further on to the bed.
shawn laid down and you immediately moved to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and smiling at how he sprung up quickly. his face blushed at how quickly you undressed him.
your pointer finger dragged painfully slow over his slit making him twitch as you played with the pre cum. you pulled your finger back, laughing at the way it dripped before tasting it.
the eye contact was kept as you slowly leaned your head down, licking from the base to the tip. shawn’s eyes fluttered closed as your warm mouth took him in and you gently began to suck.
you moved your head up and down his cock, being determined to fit it all even if it hurt a little. it’s what you wanted and what he deserved.
shawn let out a nasty moan as he hit the back of your throat, his eyes opened and he looked down at you, mouth falling agape when you pulled off and sucked roughly at the tip.
“jesus fuck..” he moaned. you pulled off, stroking him at a gentle pace and beginning to play with his balls. this was meant with a string of whimpers and curses. you stuck your tongue out, moving your lips back to the head and and deep throating him again while playing with his balls. you made sure everything got equal attention.
shawn was too caught up in his own pleasure, not giving you any warning as he came down your throat. you swallowed then pulled off, wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking it again. “i said you could cum?”
“no, ‘m sorry.” he spoke softly, whimpering at the overstimulation of his cock being played with. the goal was to make him cum. over and over and over.. and over.
“it’s okay baby.” you used a free hand to fix his hair. “but you gotta make it up to me. you know how you can do that?”
“hm, how?”
“lay down again.”
he listened and laid down again. you turned around, getting into the 69 position and and gasping at how quick shawn was to grip your hips. he pulled you back to his face, sticking his tongue out and dragging it along your pussy. you were already soaking wet, so it was easy for him to slip a finger inside you as he began to eat you out.
you were almost too caught up in the moment that you nearly forgot your goal. you stroked him again, sucking the tip and going down to the base. your actions only seemed to motivate him more. shawn grabbed your hips and brought you closer to his face as he sucked your clit roughly. soft shines escaped the both of you. it was need, messy, nasty and you two loved it.
“fuck keep doing that.” you moaned as you pulled off, jerking him in your hand. shawn listened and continued to tongue fuck your pussy, lapping up everything you gave him.
your orgasm was beginning to build up as you tried to help him reach his. you moaned his name as you came on his gave, shuddering at the way he flicked his tongue on your clit endlessly. he was greedy, keeping his hands on your waist tightly and continuing to eat you after the fact.
you decided two can play at that game, stroking him at a much quicker pace and paying extra attention to the slit. shawn moaned into your pussy, cuming on your hand. you turned around to face him, still on top.
his eyes were all glossy and you couldn’t blame him. he has came twice already. didn’t mean he couldn’t do a third.
shawn seemed to already know what you wanted to do with him because he spread his thighs, giving you an open opportunity to mount him properly. you smirked, placing a hand on his chest to support yourself before reaching behind you and grabbing it.
“such a good boy, letting me do whatever i want.” his breath seemed to hitch at your words.
you played with it, dragging him up and down your slit before sinking down on his cock with a nasty moan.
“you feel so good.” shawn moaned, letting out a slow whimper as you began to rotate your hips on him. he was nestled deep in your pussy, bottomed out as his tip brushed against your g spot.
everything fit so perfectly and the feeling of the slight stretch you had to do made your skin tingle. he filled you up so good.
shawn looked up at you as he played with your boobs, taking the left nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck gently on it while rolling the right between his thumb, pointer and middle fingers.
“so good. such a good boy for me. such a good little slut.” you spoke in that soft, sultry tone that made him insane. he let go of your boobs, moving his mouth to kiss the sweet spot on your neck. his hands gripped your ass and he leaned back to be in a position of more power. this way he could fuck up into your pussy, matching all your paces.
“fuck that feels so good.” shawn whined as you squeezed him dick. he pulled away from your neck, leaning back on one hand and using the other to hold your waist.
“hm? you like that?” you asked in a teasing and rhetorical tone.
shawn nodded, fucking into you faster and chasing another release.
“words.”
“yes- yes. feels so good. you fuck me so good.” he whined, closing his eyes and shuddering when you ran nails over his chest.
the fact he came twice before didn’t help, everything was so sensitive and he felt a woozy, like he would pass out from the pleasure.
you noticed the look on his face and gently grabbed his chin. “you ok shawn? need to cum?”
he nodded. “yes please.”
your heart fluttered. how could you say no when he asked so nicely and looked so cute.
you moved your hips faster, that familiar not building up inside you. shawn felt that same thing, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he came deep inside you.
you both took a second to catch your breath before you got off of him. shawn whined again at the loss of contact making you giggle.
“you’re so needy.” you smiled, pecking his lips before kissing his nose.
“for you.”
you both moved under the covers, cuddling in the dark room.
“i’ve never been treated like that..” shawn trailed off. his head was laid on your boobs as your hand played in his hair. he was in sub state.
“like what? a slut?”
he laughed. “yeah. i liked it. thank you.”
you smiled and pet his hair. “anytime hunter, anytime.”
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)
Read chapter 23 here //Series Masterlist
Chapter 24
Summary : Are these dreams just coincidences or there's some truth to it? You were about to get all the answers.
Warning: 18+, gratuitous smut, soft Dom Loki, dirty talking, sub space if you squint, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, praise kink, soft precious bean loki,
You stared at him for a moment as you tried to make sense of his words, how did he know? How did he know what had happened in your dream?
You remembered that day clear as today, you had approached Shawn and you told him why you were talking to him and he immediately went off as he called you a pervert and what not, once in a while the memory did prick your heart so you had just assumed that maybe seeing Loki instead of Shawn and having him treat you so nicely was the way for your brain to heal the hurt you still felt from that embarrassing ordeal.
Your mother proposed that you should spend the night there instead of going back to the hotel so you agreed and as you both reached the guest room you immediately locked the door and turned around to look at him
"How did you know? How do you know what happened in my dream?" He sighed as you said that and sat down on the bed.
"Come here" he tapped the side of the bed so you walked towards him but instead of sitting on the bed you climbed on his lap instead, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pecked him softly.
"This is going to sound very strange darling but I think we both had the same dream" you chuckled nervously as he said that.
"Are you messing with me?"
"I know it does seem like something i would do but i am not messing with you I promise"
"How is it possible?"
"I honestly have no clue but I think these weird dreams we have been having from past few days are not just coincidences. I fear there might be some truth to it, maybe it's something that was supposed to happen but a slight change in our paths diverted us from our destination"
"So that dream I had about Stephen.."
"It is possible that It may have been your reality elsewhere" you got off his lap as he said that.
"I don't understand..I'd never marry Stephen, this is all just a huge coincidence lo" he noticed how terrified you looked at the moment so he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap again.
"It could be darling, it really could all just be a coincidence but it's still a substantial one don't you think? We would have met years before if I had come here the way me and Thor had planned" you looked at him shocked as he said that.
"What do you mean?"
"I was supposed to visit Midgard Along with Thor and the warriors three the same day you were at the fair with your sisters, you were supposed to meet me there" your eyes widened as he said that.
"Really you all had that awful bet with each other?" He cleared his throat as you questioned him.
"I am for certain not at all proud of my deeds in the past"
You smiled as he said that so he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer to kiss you.
"But you really think you would have ..I mean…there were so many people at the fair, did you really notice me?"
"I told you I'd find you anywhere anytime" your eyes teared up as he said that.
"Are you saying that we were meant to be together? Soulmate type of stuff?" He let out a laugh as you said that.
"Not really, i do not believe in that –"
"Then what does it mean? What is all this about?"
"What I'm saying is that our paths were meant to collide, perhaps you were born to become mine someday precious y/n"
Okay that was a very sexy way to put in words.
"We could have met five years ago? Oh godddd" you got off his lap again as you realized that.
"Princess calm down"
"Noooo this is weird don't you see it? It's kind of creepy to be honest"
"It certainly is and I have no clue what I'm saying darling, maybe all these dreams are just a way to look into how our life had turned out if we made different decisions"
"Yeah that is possible, maybe it's just a coincidence"
He sighed as you said that.
"What?"
"Remember when I told you that I had a feeling there was another Stark the day I had escaped with the tesseract?" You nodded as he said that "and there were two Captains as well"
"Yesss what about it"
"What if they were from the future, from an alternate timeline "
"Ohhh God noo loki no"
"That would make sense, may be I was never to be in the possession of the tesseract, maybe I was supposed to go to Asgard and be prisoned for life"
"We wouldn't have met" he nodded as you said that.
"And we possibly didn't until–"
"Until what?"
"That party, your ex husband's birthday celebration where he had invited me"
"Why would I ever marry Stephen, he was rude and arrogant..it doesn't make any sense" you placed your hand on your forehead as you tried to make sense of these words.
"That is true"
"I don't want to think about it anymore it's scaring me" you sat down on his lap again and kissed him softly but it soon heated as he kissed you back with deeper intensity.
"Though I have to say it would have been amazing to meet you there, getting to spend my late twenties with you would have been blissful " your voice choked up as you mumbled against his mouth.
"I know sweetheart, it hurts to think of it now, perhaps if I had a companion such as you I never would have lost myself so tragically, perhaps instead of running away from who I was i would have run to you instead and i know deep down in my heart that you would have brought me back from the brink of the madness the way you have done in the past few months"
You hugged him tightly as he finished his words, he wasn't wrong. Maybe you two would have helped each other, several heartbreaks, several betrayals, all of those moments where you felt like giving up on everything, where living with yourself only got harder and harder, maybe you wouldn't have suffered so much if you had a friend like him in your life.
Yeah having him back then would have been a blessing but you were blessed to find him when you did, you were just glad that you did because if those dreams from the past are real then those dreams from the future must be what may have happened if Loki hadn't picked up the tesseract that day, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to see him or have him by your side for few more years, no you'd rather have this then whatever mess you had made out of your life. Marrying Stephen strange? What made you do that?.
Next morning Thor picked you both up and he dropped you both to New York at the Avengers towers since Loki had to be at a meeting. You wondered if you were going to travel via an airplane ever again. You did save time, money as well as the environment so it's not that you were complaining, just a thought you had.
"Just stay here and relax, I will return to you in an hour" he made you sit down on his bed as he said that.
"That's a long time what I'm going to do until then" you made a pout so he smiled, the mischievous smile on your face made him believe that you were teasing him.
"Hmm that is a huge problem" you smiled as he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you.
"It is, I'll just touch myself while you're gone" he gasped as you said that.
"Don't you dare do that"
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"Yes, and you're going to follow my commands like the good princess you are"
"We will see"
He shook his head before he made his way to the door, he turned around to look at you one more time and smiled before he left and then he was gone. His heart felt full, for once in his life he felt completely at peace.
You sighed and laid down on the bed but just to tease him further you pulled the straps of your dress lower and squeezed your arms to enhance your cleavage, clicking a naughty selfie you send it to him.
"You look lost, everything alright with lady y/n?" Thor asked him so Loki sighed. He knew he was going to come across as insane if he was to share the whole dream reality possibilities with anyone else.
"You adore her do you not?" Thor chuckled as Loki said that.
"You remember how we used to pretend that Lady Sif was our sister when we were childrens?" Loki smiled as he reminisced about his childhood.
"I do remember fairly well brother"
"I think I have found a real sister this time, so don't do anything that would make me lose her" Loki smiled and nodded in agreement, every woman he had ever been with in Asgard always salivated after his brother, there were plenty of times when they both slept with the same woman because she wanted Thor, you were the only woman he had ever known that picked a fight with his brother the first time they met, you always had your eyes on him only.
He knew he shouldn't have checked his phone in the middle of the meeting but he made the mistake and had an instant hard on, he could only see the curve of your bosom and even your full face wasn't visible but he saw your luscious plump lips and all he wanted to do was run to you and kiss you but he was stuck in a meeting instead.
When he went back to the room, he found you sleeping on the bed on your front, you made him wide awake and then went to sleep peacefully.
As you heard the door shutting you opened your eyes and looked at him, he waved his fingers and you noticed the bulge in his pants so you sat up.
"You know it's good for my ego that you find me so desirable" you crawled towards the edge of the bed and he closed the distance between you two.
"It's easier to hide the evidence of my arousal but it still pains me, I sat there for an hour just wanting to rub myself against you" you bit on your lips as he said that .
"Mmm can't you just magic away the pain or numb it?" You asked as you sat down on your knees and hooked your fingers around the loop of his pants to pull him closer, after unbuttoning him you pulled the zipper down, his eyes remained transfixed on your face.
"I certainly can, darling but what is the fun in that?"
"I have been dying to do this" his cock twitched at your words, your voice remained low and whispery. You wrapped your palms around his ass and pulled him closer to your face, his cock hit you right on the mouth.
He conjured a hair tie and you gasped at the beauty of it, it was thin and black but had studded beads decorating it, it wasn't ordinary, nothing about him was ordinary except you. He pulled your hair up in a ponytail and tied them with a band then he clutched them with his fist and pulled your hair slightly to make you look at him, leaning down he kissed you softly
"I love you, you will tell me even if you are feeling a smidgen of discomfort alright?" he murmured against your mouth and you squirmed on your spot. How did you get so lucky? How did you end up finding a man that loved you this way?
"Yess god"
"Is that how you're going to address me"
"Mmmhm do you like that?"
"Absolutely, i am your God darling"
His fingers scratched your scalp in a soothing manner as he kissed you, you unbuttoned his shirt so you could touch his bare skin, you planned to make this worth his time even though you had no experience in this department
"I have never done this before lo" you mumbled softly so he pulled away and looked at you,
"Never?"
"Noo i ..I never wanted to, never felt the need to do it" he smiled as you said that. A part of him was utterly revealed, he felt special that you had never pleased a man this way before.
"You will learn"
"Goddd you're sexy"
"Mmmm, do whatever you want to do darling" his voice was strict and commanding and you could feel yourself dripping, he was such a sweet baby sometimes that it always took you off guard whenever he shifted into this dominating mood.
You fisted his cock and gave him a stroke, his mouth opened and head rolled back as he let out a moan, your other hand caressed through his chest and then you moved them towards his ripped torso,
You laid his cock flat against his abs and kissed down from his shaft to the end of his balls, he mumbled a curse as you licked a stripe from bottom to the tip of his cock. Your hands grabbed his cheeks again and you pressed your face into his pelvis, the coarse hair rubbed against your face and tickled everywhere but you didn't care, you were too lost in his masculine intoxicating scent, the musk made you want to hump against him like an animal. The sight of you being so lost almost made him want to cum instantly. This was your fantasy and it was much more arousing than he had envisioned in his imagination.
The precum dripped from the tip of his cock so you licked it off before you sucked him in slowly, you knew you won't be able to swallow him completely, it was impossible. He was too big for your mouth and your gag reflex was sharp as hell
"You may have never done this before sweetheart but you sure know how to make me crumble so easily don't you?"
You smiled and kept your eyes on him as you sucked him in and out of your mouth slowly, your hands played with his balls and he seemed to be in heaven. As pulled him out, he looked down at you again, the naughty smirk on your face was damning, he pulled on your hair making you moan and wince all at once, pressing his thumb on your jaw he pulled your mouth open and pressed his cock inside your warmth.
He wasn't being harsh though, he was being very gentle as he fed you his cock, his hips jerked back and forth as he fucked your mouth slowly.
You squeezed on his thigh so he pulled out of you but instead of shoving his cock back in he immediately pulled you up slightly and kissed you as passionately as he could, he could taste himself on you.
"On your front sweet love" he mumbled softly so you laid down on your front, you felt his lips on your neck and then he unzipped your dress to lower the straps down but he didn't take it off, you felt him waving his fingers and a few seconds later you had his cock sliding in and out of your wetness.
"Mmmm i thought you'd come in my mouth dear God"
"Fuckkk darling i wasn't sure you wanted that" you whined as he said that. How could you not want to drink from him? You were utterly, intensely obsessed with him. Did he still doubt that?
"I am so thirsty for you, don't you see it? I'm so obsessed with you lo, you're my god and I'll let you do anything to me" You turned your head to look at him, your eyes were glassy as if you were high on drugs, he knew the look because he had been high with you before, you were getting drunk on him, he had never felt so turned on before.
He kissed you deeply before he pulled out of you.
"I love you so much princess.. I love you" he whispered softly before he turned you around and laid you on your back, he sat right above your face with his thighs wrapped around your shoulders.
"You wanted me to suffocate you hmm?" You moaned as he said that, you had never felt so horny in your life before, he made the condom disappear and then he shoved his cock into your mouth slowly, still being gentle as ever. You angled your head upwards as you flattened your tongue and felt him sliding in, placing his hands on the headboard he used them as an leverage to keep his weight proportioned so he wasn't crushing you, his hips bucked back and forth slowly as he made love to your mouth.
"Fuck yess darling, you're such a good subject for your god aren't you"
You would have answered him if your mouth wasn't so full of him, all your senses were closed off as he was the only thing you could smell, taste, see, hear and feel around you. This is exactly what you wanted and now that you had it you felt transcended into some other dimension.
Your hands wrapped around his ass and you gave him a squeeze, he pulled out of your mouth and you watched his fist wrap around his own cock, it always felt extremely erotic whenever he was touching himself and pleasing himself for you.
You took a deep breath as the sight saturated you, you couldn't even look at him at the moment, you felt so dirty but not in a bad way. Millions of thoughts were running in your head, he was your best friend, he was the guy that had cuddled you like a baby that first night, he was the love of your life and you just felt overwhelmed that this was even happening to you, that you had actually gotten so lucky just because he picked up that cube.
"Open up princess, drink every little drop" he grunted loudly as he came hard aiming it right into your wanting mouth and the moment you had a taste of his cum you just knew you were ruined forever, there would be no returning from this, you'd be his slave forever if he'd ask you to be.
You swallowed every last drop that he had blessed you with. He took a few seconds before you felt him step away from your face and he immediately had your legs wrapped around him, you gasped as you felt him sliding in again and he picked up a fast rhythm because he knew you were feeling overwhelmed.
"Lokiii lokiii…oh lokii" he looked at you as you chanted his name like a prayer, you seemed so out of your mind and he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the sight of you being so mindless. You moaned his name over and over again as you came around him soon after, not much stimulation was required after his gratuitous display of domination.
"Mmmm lokii god please don't leave me" you whimpered so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly.
"Shhhh darling I'm right here..right here"
"You would leave" your eyes teared up so he shook his head,
"Never, you are mine for eternity and I am yours" your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him into an embrace, your mind felt hazy, you didn't even when he had picked you up but you got back to your senses you found yourself sitting between his legs in a bathtub few moments later.
You quickly turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.
"What happened?" He smiled as you said that.
"You must have gotten overwhelmed my darling"
"I lose all the filters with you in bed"
"Ohhhh" he kissed you softly as you mumbled
"We need a safeword, you are kinkier than i anticipated" you chuckled as he said that.
"Mmhm and i enjoy that thoroughly, but I just want to keep you safe my sweet little princess, I'd never forgive myself if I was to hurt you "
"You could never hurt me lo i promise but I understand..I'd like a safeword too so I'm not hurting you…how about tesseract?"
He smiled as you said that.
"Perfect"
You felt ravenous after that intense workout so he took you to the kitchen area, that's where you both bumped into Darcy and you felt extremely awkward around her.
"Haven't seen you in a week Darcy, everything alright?" He asked her so she smiled.
"Yeah buddy..it's all good, I am just busy with my thesis" he nodded as she said that.
"Need help?" He smiled as he questioned and she sighed.
"No I'm almost done..see you later" she walked out after that and you noticed the worried look on his face so you caressed his arm in a comforting manner.
"She likes you" he looked at you surprised as if he could never believe that he was being thirsted after by so many people.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean lo" he seemed worried as you said that.
"No, I never gave her a reason to do so, have I led her on?" You wrapped your arms around his waist as he said that.
"Nooo ..lo you don't lead people on, they just fall in love with you like I did, it's not that hard really"
"Well to be completely truthful I was trying to make you fall for me" you chuckled as he said that.
"Just…talk to her later okay? I know you like her ..as a friend " he nodded as you said that.
"You are still my best friend, you know that right?"
"Mmhmm"
Later that night Thor dropped you back at your apartment as loki had to be at a mission but just half an hour later you heard the knock on the door so you looked via the peephole and it was Loki.
"What are you doing here lo?" You smiled widely as you opened the door "Is this a new attire? Never seen it before" you asked him as you noticed the blue Asgardian leather attire he had on, it even had a large cape around the back, you had come to recognise the look of the Asgardian leather at least. But his attire wasn't the only thing different about him, his hair looked different as well.
"Is something wrong?" You asked him as you noticed the pale look on his face, his eyes were teary and he seemed as if he had seen a ghost.
You took a step back as something felt off about him, you could just feel it in your gut.
"You're not my loki are you?"
"No..but you're not my y/n either"
You took several steps behind you and your eyes welled up, you felt terrified. That's when Stephen appeared next to him. He had a costume on as well, you didn't understand what was happening but you knew none of this could be good. Stephen stepped towards you as he smiled.
"Good to see you again Y/n Y/l/n, I am Doctor Stephen strange, the sorcerer supreme, the protector of the Sanctum Santorum, we need to have a little chat"
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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Teeth, Tongue, & Fire. —
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter x Black Fem!Y/n
genre: angst/smut/light fluff.
warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.
synopsis: she missed you, more than anything. she missed you.
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I'm standing at a party I technically shouldn't be at, all things considered, you and I, have only spoken professionally since the eve of our downfall, how was I to know I couldn't be here?
My eyes move to you, as they always do when we're occupying the same existence, and I can't help the way my eyes caress the person that you are, sophistication, elegance, and beauty seep through your every pore, and he...He is there too. The lump in my throat is one the size of a grapefruit, should, I, really be here? Was it all a mistake?
Before I can even decide to turn around and cower, that honey gaze of yours meets mine, and I must turn away. A drink is needed, a drink feels necessary. Shawn's lips meet your cheek as I dip away into the crowd, my eyes stuck ahead, though they desperately want to look back.
The dress I wear, is one I dug from the back of my armoire, one that I don't remember buying but it fits my figure to a tee as if made for me, a black little number, I'd never shied away from a little bit of leg, I don't claim to be flawless, nor perfect, but I make it a habit to remind myself there is beauty in my being. As it lies in everyone's.
And whilst I don't hear you sneak up, your appearance doesn't stop my heart, in fact, it speeds it tenfold when your slender fingers wrap around the span of my waist, and I can feel your warm breath tickle my ear, that smooth southern accent of yours shrouding me with a sense of familiarity and longing, it unnerves me and calls to me all at once, the goosebumps I get feel like deja vu, a reminder from a past I miss so dearly, it's been five long months without your touch.
"Is it your mission— to piss me off, sweetheart"?
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Your husband is across the room, mingling with friends, a smile on his face and laughter filling the room, and yet...You walked over to me.
We have loved each other, hurt each other, fought and fought until we could no longer, and yet...You walked over to me.
Your arm travels from around my waist and it comes to rest around my shoulder, and if others see two friends walking out of a function to catch up privately, the grip you have on me is anything but innocent. It is possessive. It is angry. And I? I foolishly crave more, and your husband was right...across...the...room. So, why is it, that I didn't walk away? Why is it, that I, can never resist you? My obsession remains.
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She'd stolen you away without any effort on her part, and even as you enter the study, her touch lingers longer than it has to, it's as if she fears your slip through her fingers. It's as if she always had.
Her touch is gentle when she pushes you up against the wall after locking the doors to the study, her brown eyes meet your figure and she takes you in for a breath of a moment before she speaks, words rough with lust and desire, a hint of something else disguised beneath, her mouth by your ear, "You know what the thing I find most precious about you is? You're bold enough to walk your beautiful self into my party in a dress I bought you, but..." Her nail runs the length of your neck, and you almost neglect to breathe.
"You were too naive to think of the consequence that came with it, all those eyes on you...Tell me if you think I'd allow you to strut in here, looking like this, and let you leave...Unscathed"?
Your voice dies before it ever truly lived, your lips part but no words escape you, no words could. She chuckles, and it's cold, abrasive. She focuses her hand on your chin, grasping it firmly, so firmly you can just barely feel her nails threatening to dig in.
"I asked a question, I refuse to repeat myself so I suggest you find your voice".
Her voice is smokey, she speaks her piece calmly with a demand that is in no shape or form to be refused, and she only gets more demanding with her grip on your jaw.
"Maybe I knew the consequences, Bey. No, no...I can't lie, I just... I needed to remind you".
Your words aren't calculated, your voice is shaky, you're nervous, but...You're truthful. You watch as her jaw tenses, hand loosening on yours.
"Dress. up".
It's all she says, it's all she needs to. She knows you like the back of her hand, and as expected, you do as told without much conviction.
The way her eyes rove every inch of your body leaves you absolutely weak, it's been a year and a half, but the effect she has on you has never quite changed, and you feared it never would as she spreads your legs apart, looking from you to the wetness between your thighs, a smirk gracing her radiance, she lets two fingers run over the wet spot and bites back a laugh when your body tightens at the...slightest...touch.
"It's always been hilarious to me, Y/n. You have so, so much fuckin' mouth, but when I get you like this? That pretty little mouth suddenly knows when to shut up. Let's keep that up, baby".
With her final words, she pulls down the white lace underneath your dress and her eyes look to your cunt ravenously, hunger and desire in the reflection of her deep browns, "You'll stay quiet for me, won't you, Pretty? No words, to savour you is all I need".
Your body shudders feeling her breath fan against your pussy, she'd always been so attentive and measured in the way she handled your body as if it were one of the greatest sculptures crafted and it was to be handled with care, your ears flush, and though you nod and speak a pretty promise, you weren't particularly sure this would be your area of expertise, certainly when it came to her and her skills.
"Have I ever disappointed you"?
Your words are spoken breathlessly, she simply grins wider and shakes her head, eyes on you, two fingers tap your clit.
"Not...Yet".
The way she says it, it frightens you, the way she says it is dangerous...She wants to see you break.
There's a moment when you feel like you can breathe, a moment where her hands move from your thighs, and it is one that is shortlived; her grip returns and it is much more aggressive, she slides your underwear completely down with one hand, forcing your thigh apart with the other, she doesn't utter a single damn word, her tongue peeking out to tease her with the essence that is so distinctly you, and when she tastes it, she feels herself running through a film of your past, only your squirming brings her back to the ground, and she is not having it.
She drags you over to a couch, gently pushing you down onto it; her grip returns itself to pin your legs, and this time her tongue isn't as feather-light, she flattens it against your clit and revels in the way you catch yourself whimper and immediately cover your mouth, she licks you one final time before pulling back to reprimand you, "Hand down, darling. No shortcuts, Am I understood? And let me be clear, I want to hear your voice when you answer me".
"We're...We're clear, Miss".
You'd almost struggled to get it out, but there are no pauses between your answer and the moment her tongue flattened against your clit once more and this time, it doesn't tease, no, her mouth wraps itself around you like a constrictor, the moment you drop your hand you realize your task would be much more difficult than you'd originally expected.
She pays special attention to your clit, latching on and suckling at a pace that was languid enough to keep you from climaxing so fast but rough enough to take you to the very brink and back, hands clenched into fists, she watches your every reaction like it's her favorite piece of media, she pulls back once more, one hand reaches up to grip your jaw tight enough to hold you in place to watch as she licks two of her fingers and spits on your cunt, eyes on you the entire time.
Your stomach churns and tightens, and unexpectedly, you moan at the sight alone, to which she shushes you, only to lean in and completely contradict her shushes with a move that would only force your noises to the surface. — Her tongue enters your hole, dipping in to test the tightness, groaning in satisfaction, her tongue moves back to your clit whilst a finger dips into your heat.
When you moan again despite yourself, she simply sighs against your pussy, realizing you wouldn't be able to control yourself, her free hand comes up to cover your mouth meanwhile hers never leaves your cunt, tongue mingling with the clit and labia like lovers, and the finger that's pumping into you is joined by a second, a muffled whimper is stolen from your gagged lips, she circles your clit, making sure to keep a light suckle as her fingers caress the roof of your cunt.
You quivered, nipples hardening beneath your dress, your core is taut, eyebrows knitted, afro splayed across the brown leather of the sofa, caramel skin twice the tone with red spread throughout.
She lifts her head from your cunt, a whispered chuckle escaping her throat, "I could stay right here forever and be just fine, look at you...So precious. When I get you completely alone..."
Her fingers never stopped pumping, she watches you intently, taking in your every movement, sound, and expression, she smiles, "That's it, you've been so good, It's too bad you couldn't keep quiet, so, let's negotiate".
With her head cocked to the side, Beyonce's movements speed up, she laughs when your eyes widen slightly at the new rhythm set.
"Actually, there is no negotiating, this is exactly how it'll go. I have good news...bad. I'll slow down, and give you a moment to choose which you want first. Nod. You understand".
You nod.
Slowing down, she drops her hand from your mouth and motions for you to speak, though her fingers haven't stopped, you feel confident enough to speak only one word, "G-good".
She hums, her hand returning to your mouth and her pace speeding back up without another word until it was so.
"Good news is, you're not being punished, I'm impatient for my reward after not getting my hands on you for five...months. I, Sweet Angel, am gonna make this pretty fucking pussy cum right here on this fake leather couch. Now — The bad news"?
When she speaks next, she thrusts her fingers into you roughly to emphasize, chuckling almost darkly at the way your muffled moan is loud enough on its own that she's sure you'd alert the party had her hand not been covering your mouth. "The bad news, is that I, suga, am addicted to you, and I was deprived. You wanna know something? ...You were always going to be punished. Noises or not, Mouse. Just not here, not now".
As her head dips down again, she says one final thing before she's ready to tip you over the edge, "There's a lack of tools here, a limit on what I can do. Soon".
With that, she writes your destiny in the stars, her tongue and fingers the quill to your all too quickly approaching story's inevitable end.
And with one last caress of your g-spot, she dots the chapter end with a period, observing closely as your body trembles, your eyes squeeze shut, and there's a muffled squeal let out; The only complaint she has is that you're not alone.
That she couldn't hear her name rip from your throat as you're thrown over the edge of sanity.
"That's it. That's my pretty girl. There she is".
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪
You made me clean up, my panties in your purse, it's humiliating walking back into the same room as Jay, and although I know no one here knows, it feels as though they did, as though they can see right through us, and when we walk over to your husband he greets me with a look over and you with a kiss to the temple, pulling you to his side by the waist, a possessive grip on you; he stares me down, annoyance painting his expression.
He never did seem to like me but I can't blame him, even if woefully unaware, I am fucking the man's wife, and as I begin to say my goodbyes, feeling unwelcome in his presence, you grab my arm.
"Jay, I think I'll get her home. She's had a little too much to drink and I can't in good faith let her go home unattended; You understand, right"?
I see his jaw set, your gaze is hard on him, I notice; I had only one drink. He relents.
"Yeah. Ppreciate' you coming out to support".
I swallow thickly, my throat seems so dry as I nod and force a few words out in response, "Yeah, yeah, Of course. It was nice to see you".
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I lie in your arms just as the day begins to break after a night of a dance between lovers, there's a smile on my face but a question in my heart that, just as I've gathered the courage to ask, you answer and it's so familiar, you always did know how to read my mind.
"He knows about us, I told him...After I caught him in bed with another woman. I was planning to divorce him, anyway, but that...That solidified my choice. Do you know what first influenced my decision"?
My lips meet your hand, I feel I know what you're to say but I find myself still unprepared when you do. Red reaching my cheeks and the tip of my ears.
"You. I was always coming back for you, Sweetest. Always coming back to you".
𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪
A/N: dedicated to my very favorite @u4iuh, thank you for always choosing and sticking by me.
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lululawrence's March 2023 Fic List
Previous Fic Lists / Lulu’s List Podcast Masterpost
Happy 28th! I finally finished with reading Christmas, so the last batch of those are found here as well as a fun variety of other fics that kept me well entertained this month and hope you'll enjoy them too.
As always, be sure to show your love and appreciation with kudos, nice comments, and (when applicable) reblogging their fic posts!
it always leads to you (in my hometown) by @insightfulinsomniac / InsightfulInsomniac (41k, E, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, exes to lovers, famous/non-famous, childhood friends to lovers to exes to strangers to lovers, if you want the whole rundown, though not all of it is shown in this fic lol, pining, angst and fluff, this fic was so enjoyable i devoured it and enjoyed every moment, the way they both wanted it so bad and tried so hard to get over each other, it was just so pure and good you know?, i really did enjoy it very much a lot)
A Boyfriend for Christmas by @chelsea-frew / Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew) (6k, G, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, fake relationship, fluff and humor, Louis agrees to help Gemma by pretending to be her boyfriend to keep her family off her back, but then he meets Harry and lmao the STRUGGLE to hide the gay is hilarious I loved it so much, he was trying so hard, and Harry was so conflicted, but it all turned out alright and it's just such a cute fic)
Worries, Kisses and Surprises by @neondiamond / Neondiamond (3k, G, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, established relationship, fluff, mpreg, this short little thing is so funny because Harry is trying so hard to keep it together and not let things slip, and Louis is just really pushing it and not picking up on the clues, and it's just so funny and cute, very sweet)
santa, won't you bring me the one i really need? by @alwaysxlarrie / alwaysxlarrie (6k, T, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, meet cute, Louis is a last minute sub for a mall Santa, and Harry is the last minute sub as his helper elf, so many puns, so much flirting, so many horrible children and parents lmaoooo, this fic was silly and painful and cute and fun, just like a real mall santa gig lol)
when did i first know? i always knew by @panye / eynap (8k, E, Niall/Shawn, Christmas fic, established relationship, I would summarize this fic as anxiety and fluff lolololol, punctuated by some hot smut, it's Shawn's POV and you can FEEL his anxiety as he's starting to worry that he is SO in love and Niall.... is not, but oh gosh it's so perfect really it is, so sweet)
when I'm feeling alone, you remind me of home by pinkbathrrry (14k, NR, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, co-workers, strangers to lovers, closeted in the workplace, Christmas together, listen this fic was so soft, it had a really lovely pacing to it that made it feel like it was gently lilting like a poem or a song, with these sweet little ending statements to scenes, it was just such a soft little Christmas fic)
The Hour of Us by @niallziam / sitandadmire (6k, M, Niall/Harry/Louis, Reverse Bang fic, girl direction, polyamory, established relationship, magic, witches, cottagecore, this fic was unbelievably soft and sweet, and so silly, the scene with the frog was so funny omgosh, but it's just so sweet even with the slight feeling of things going wrong you just know it's going to turn out perfectly, you know?, anyway, this was so sweet)
bitter ends turn sweet in time by @greeneyesfriedrice / me_her_themoon (24k, E, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, childhood friends to ex-friends to coworkers to lovers, miscommunication, homeless Harry, boss Louis, assistant Harry, dog walker/kind of personal assistant/bestie Zayn, this fic was so lovely, it was so interesting piecing together their background and trying to figure out what went wrong, and the PINING oh my word it was fantastic, so good, this fic was so goooood, when they finally come together and figure out what's going on with them and fixing what went wrong it just, chef's kiss, so good)
Let Your Heart Be Light by @cyantific / Cyantific (78k, E, Harry/Louis, Advent fic, Christmas fic, grieving, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, kind of, lol, pining, more grieving, and grief, and love and sadness and the holidays being incredibly difficult because, you guessed it, grief!, this fic isn't a happy go lucky one, it handles a lot of difficult subjects and these characters have a hard time with it all, i cried a lot reading it, but it is so perfectly and beautifully done, it is incredible and such a beautiful fic, the journey the characters all take together, and the camaraderie between all of the friends, it is such a great read, i loved reading it as a wip and cannot believe i forgot the last chapters posted for as along as i did lol)
Teach me how to love by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) (71k, E, Harry/Louis, Bad As Sex AU, Harry is bad at sex, like SO bad at sex lolllllll, it's kind of like, one night stand to enemies to friends with benefits to lovers, but only kind of because enemies isn't quite right and neither is friends with benefits, but it's as close as it gets i guess, anyway there's so much more to this, but it's so much vulnerability, and so much exploration and growth and just, this fic was exactly my shit okay it was so good, i don't even know how to fully explain what made it so special but it really was so good, the smut was sexy as hell and the chemistry between the two of them leapt from the page and it was just, incredible, a truly stunning fic from start to finish)
Late Night Talking by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (54k, E, Harry/Louis, Reverse Bang fic, famous/famous, Harry is essentially Jimmy Kimmel, and Louis is... himself except he'd always been a punk rocker basically?, holy COW y'all, the PINING, the angst, the longing!!!!, you know i'm a hoe for those things so it was just everything i love, this fic i just inhaled it, like so many others this month tbh, it was an absolute joy to read it, so many incredible moments, just, yes, so good lol)
Slide by @this-onegoes / thisonegoes (88k, E, Zayn/Harry, I'm trying to figure out how to summarize this fic lol because it is SO MUCH and doesn't really fit smoothly into any trope exactly, divorced Zayn, father Zayn, music producer Harry, neighbors, sexuality crisis, emotional hurt/comfort, SO much hurt/comfort, puzzles, kid fic, navigating life changes, daddy issues, angst, pain, happy ending, the best happiest ending, i just loved this fic so much, i dove right in and could not handle how incredible it was, if you read rare pairs ever you have to give this a try because it is just stunningly amazing, and the women in it are fabulous, and just wowowowowow, i have no idea how i just discovered this fic now but thank you to @louandhazaf for reccing it because it's a new fav)
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ABOUT ME!
hello hello !!
i’m kelian, keli, or kel (feel free to call me either), i’m 18, and i write fanfiction :)
here are some of the fandoms & characters i write for
— TWD
genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets
carl grimes, rick grimes, daryl dixon, michonne grimes, enid rhee, maggie rhee, henry sutton, rosita espinosa, glenn rhee, tara chambler, ron anderson
— AOT
genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets
hangë zoe, eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, armin arlert, connie springer, mikasa ackerman, sasha braus, annie leonhardt
— VLD
genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots
pidge gunderson, lance mcclain, keith kogane, matt holt, princess allura
— MHA
genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets
mezo shoji, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, touya todoroki/dabi, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero
— GMW
genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots
lucas friar, farkle minkus, riley matthews, maya hart, shawn hunter
— KNY
genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots
tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma, giyuu tomioka, rengoku kyojuro, tengen uzui, obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, himejima gyomei, muichiro tokito, gyutaro shabana
— ATWOW
genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots
[nga yawne lu oer - lo’ak sully]
[mean - neteyam & lo’ak sully]
lo’ak sully, neteyam sully, kiri sully, jake sully, neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite, aonung, tsireya, rotxo
— COD
genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets
[if i could tell her - john “soap” mactavish]
[my future - simon “ghost” riley]
simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, kyle “gaz” garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, keegan russ, alex keller, könig
— GHOST
genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets (only platonic for the girls because i’m gay)
[mountaindew angst blurb]
swiss, sodo, mountain, phantom, aether, rain, cumulus, cirrus, aurora
- WHAT I WILL WRITE
dom/sub dynamics
ships
pet names
pretty tame kinks (also piss if ya filthy) (i am)
character x reader
- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE
odd kinks, shit, age regression, etc
incest
fem!reader
yandere characters/readers
requests that make me uncomfortable
n that’s pretty much it ! my requests are open, so feel free to send in some !
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Hey bestie!!! 👋
Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?
Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."
a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt
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‘Chains’ 18+
Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader
^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^
- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare
- shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt
- recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands
- thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance
3rd Person POV:
Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.
Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room.
Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened.
“Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”
~at the hotel~
He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.”
He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers.
Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder.
After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.
When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal.
“You were so good for me, puppy.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“You took everything so well, princess.”
“I love you so much.”
She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.”
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From The Ashes Prologue
Gif credit: hellodollfac3.tumblr.com
Note: This prologue hasn’t been proofread, if you find any mistakes let me know please! I’m looking for someone who might be willing to beta read the story if at all possible. Also, this story is going along with my experiences as a trans guy. Everyone’s transition is different. For me, I have little bottom dysphoria, so I use typical terms for AFAB genitalia when writing smut between my oc and Daryl. I also chose not to use HRT, which is how I wrote Pheonyx as well. In regards to passing, I write sometimes about Nyx having some more “feminine” aspects to his appearance, because this is an issue I have with passing in public. If any of these things are a trigger for you, please proceed at your own risk. Take care of yourselves, lovelies! Remember, every trans person transitions differently and I’m simply trying to portray my experiences as a trans guy.
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Summary: Pheonyx Greene is the oldest of the Greene siblings. He’s always been different than the rest of his family; having endured abuse from his biological father as a kid and growing up as bisexual/transgender in conservative rural Georgia. He loves his family but the past has made him weary of strangers and love. He finds himself on the family farm recovering from top surgery when the world falls apart. As the dead begin to rise, Pheonyx finds himself becoming the sole protector of the farm as his family lives in denial about the Shadows of loved ones past. His life is changed the day Rick Grimes shows up on the farm, and shortly after a certain gruff archer as well. Daryl is drawn to younger man but how does he deal with the internal prejudices he’s grown up with? As the search for Sophia ensues, Daryl is forced to group up with Pheonyx. Will he push him away? Or will Daryl allow himself to put the past aside and let Pheonyx in?
Series Trigger/content warning: Homophobia/transphobia/biphobia, zenophobia/racism/sexism(Merle), age gap romance(11yr difference. Pheonyx is 28, Daryl is 39 ), sexual assault/rape, child molestation, canon character deaths, body mutilation, child abuse, torture, hunting, smut 18+( P in V, unprotected sex(please practice safe sex!), creampie, breeding kink, rough sex, marking/biting, oral sex, sub/dom undertones), animal deaths, scars, blood, corpses, depression/anxiety, body dysphoria, religious trauma, menstruation mentions
Chapter Content Warnings: Transphobia/biphobia, religious trauma, child abuse, depression/anxiety, childhood molestation, self harm/suicidal thoughts, puberty, bullying, menstruation talk, body dysphoria, sexism
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Pheonyx Greene spent the majority of his childhood hiding. So much so, it became second nature to him.
From the day he was born to the age of 8, he hid from his father’s fists and hateful words that he didn’t understand. Words he wouldn’t understand for years to come. Bruises and lashes were concealed behind baggy clothes. Practiced smiles and rigorous play with neighborhood kids disguising the pain of every movement. His mother, Annette, would stare at him with guilt. Guilt for not having seen the abuse for 5 years, not wanting to see what was going on when she wasn’t home. Guilt for not noticing the flinches at innocent touch. And guilt for letting it continue as she worked to pull away from the monster that held them under his thumb. She never spoke of it to Pheonyx. Simply holding him after each “punishment”, silently cleaning his wounds and wiping his tears. That silence hurt worse than the switch on his back. His eyes begged for just a word from his mother. Something to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That she was there for him or that she was going to do something to protect him. But those words never came. Annette gave birth to his brother, Shawn, when he was 6. 2 years later, they finally escape Pheonyx’s hell. The scars littering his body and the night terrors were always a reminder that he never fully escaped, though.
At 8, Pheonyx no longer had to hide from his father, but he had to hide from other things. Schoolyard bullies tormented him. They asked him why he only wore jeans and long sleeves? Why did he play with boys instead of the “other girls”? Why did he cut his hair short using the scissors in art class? Why did he roll around in the mud while the girls were playing House on the other side of the playground? They would pull his pants down in the cafeteria, laughing about checking to see if he was a boy or a girl. It confused him. Why did it matter? Couldn’t he just be himself? But apparently it did matter. He would spend his entire schooling years, hiding from those bullies.
At 9, his mother married his stepfather, Hershel. He was a nice man. Much older than his mom, but he accepted and adopted, both Pheonyx and Shawn. He had a daughter, only a year younger than Shawn who had just turned three, named Maggie. Her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. While devastated about the death of his late wife, Hershel was strong and took on the role of a single father. He and Annette met at the local grocery store. A wailing Maggie in his arms, Hershel was trying to find the right formula product for his growing daughter. Annette was a godsend, taking Maggie and calming her before helping the man find the correct food for his daughter. They exchanged numbers and were married not many months later. The way Pheonyx’s stepfather tells the story, the older man fell for Annette the second she held Maggie in her arms.
Hershel was a good father to both Maggie and his stepsons. But Pheonyx was weary of the man at first. His only father figure was a devil of a man and the young boy waited for months for the other shoe to drop. It never did though. He would purposely break dishes or get bad grades at school, just trying to see what would be the final straw before his step father finally punished him. But aside from a small scolding and increased chores for his bad grades, Pheonyx was left unharmed. Hershel was kind and he treated his step children as if they were his own. He would often take the boys on house calls with him, whether it be helping birth a newborn calf or checking a swollen ankle on a neighbor’s gelding. Pheonyx loved the animals and looked forward to any time he could spend helping Hershel with his duties as a veterinarian. The only thing Pheonyx hated about the man was how devout Hershel was. Pheonyx went from never going to church, to going every Sunday and Wednesday. Plus attending all holiday functions, youth group trips, and bible camps. He had lived in true hell for 8 years. The Christian version seemed like child's play compared to his father’s belt. It was at the church he also had to hide. Hide from the side eyed glances of older neighbors. Hide from the whispers wondering why he refused to wear a dress or why he didn’t act like a “proper young lady”. He had to lie when his mother asked why he didn’t want to attend Sunday School with Shawn and Maggie. He couldn’t explain that the teacher looked at him with evil eyes. That the man’s hands were cold as he slipped them under Pheonyx’s button up blouse. That the touches made him feel worse than when his father would make him kneel and count the lashes.
When Pheonyx hit puberty, around the time his half sister(Beth) was born, he began to hide within himself. How did he explain to his mother and stepfather that the sight of his budding breasts made him want to claw his own skin off? How did he explain that when he got his first period, he contemplated taking all of his mother’s antidepressants and putting an end to the feeling of wrongness in his body? How did he explain that everytime someone called him “miss”, “sweetheart”, or “girl”, he felt physically sick? What would he say when his mom knew that he kissed Caroline Allen under the maple tree at school? That same week he also kissed Jeremy Mason by the soccer field. Both of those kisses made his stomach flutter in ways it only should with a boy. The preacher that previous Sunday had told them that any desire for people of the same sex was the ultimate sin. How did he explain to his mother and stepfather that, in their beliefs, he was destined to go to hell? He couldn’t. So he hid everything. The depression from not feeling at home in his body and from not being able to be himself at home. The anxiety of not fitting in with southern conservative values. The disgust with his own appearance as he let his hair grow and wore dresses to get his mom to smile. The weight of it all became too much.
Maggie found him one day, crying in the barn, a razor held to his wrist. The 20 yr old thought Maggie would be mad, but she wasn’t. At just 13, the girl was wiser than most adults. She had seen her sibling struggling. She didn’t understand it, but she listened as Pheonyx explained what was wrong. Maggie held him as he cried and led him to the house. There, she helped Pheonyx cut his hair. The cut was jagged and patchy, as all they had were some dull kitchen scissors, but he loved it. She called him her brother and it felt like the cloud of depression and anxiety disappeared for a short amount of time. It was the first time Pheonyx felt truly accepted. That night, Maggie held Pheonyx’s hand as he told their parents and siblings everything. Beth was mostly too young to understand and Shawn was just confused. As were Annette and Hershel. They tried to tell him it was just a phase and that it was normal to be confused at such a young age. They refused to even consider the possibility of him being a boy. Of God having made a mistake when he was forming the child’s body. Despite their non acceptance, Pheonyx felt freer than he ever had. He had been working for 5 years at local horse stables and also as an assistant for Hershel at his clinic, so he used his savings to buy more masculine clothing. Maggie was the one who suggested the name “Pheonyx”. The meaning behind it felt right to him. From that day forward, he went by Pheonyx Archer Greene.
The years following were rough. Maggie accepted him, never once misgendering or dead-naming him. But the rest of his family continued to have issues with it. Shawn and Beth picked it up faster than his parents. It took 3 years before the older couple even began to come around to the idea of Pheonyx being trans. They consistently pushed him to go to Church, to repent, or to go to “counseling” with the local preacher. This created a divide between the family and Pheonyx, one that still existed even after his parents began gendering and naming him correctly 75% of the time.
He lost his innocence the day he turned 22. His body, that he had finally begun to love, became a broken shell. A layer of grime covering his already marred skin. No matter how hard he cleaned or tore at his skin, the filth never disappeared. The state of Georgia was suddenly a prison. The rolling pastures and never-ending forests that were once home suddenly held memories he needed to escape.
Once his physical body healed, Pheonyx took the first flight out of the Bible Belt and landed in Michigan. He took shitty jobs just to get by at first. Long hours with little sleep just to avoid the memories that haunted him at night. Solace came in the form of a friend, another trans guy that frequented the diner Pheonyx bused tables for. Small talk became long conversations over burnt coffee. The other man offered him a job at his tattoo shop, Zombie Ink, as a receptionist/custodian. From there, he healed. Slowly. He had more nightmares and more scars than before but his skin finally felt clean.
He kept in touch with his family, but he avoided visiting. The memories were still painful. It took 6 years for the man to finally gain the courage to go back to his home state. His impending top surgery being the motivation to finally put his demons to rest. He would need some help after his surgery, and truth be told, he missed his siblings. Even his parents. So, he opted for a surgeon closer to his hometown. Afterwards, he would spend the next month healing on the family farm. Pheonyx didn’t realize that by making the decision to put his nightmares to bed, he was changing the whole course of his life.
Maybe it was fate that brought him back home just shortly before the world collapsed. Or maybe it was just shitty luck. Pheonyx wasn’t sure. All he knew was that everything changed.
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This is really dirty and kinda kinky but like hockey player!shawn and his girlfriend are in the changing rooms after a really intense game and shawn’s team lost and Shawn’s really pissed off so he bends reader over the bench and starts like pounding into her after getting her really wet and then maybe like one of his teammates walk in bc they forgot something and Shawn doesn’t stop what he’s doing and like the two have thought of a threesome before so they invite the guy to join and she sucks his teammate off and chokes on his cock whilst shawn forces her head down on the guys dick all whilst he continues wrecking her pussy
ohh my… anon, you need to drink some holy water 😵💫 i don’t feel great writing about a threesome so i am going to change up a few parts if that’s okay?
TW: unprotected s*x, getting walked in on, all sorts of filthy sh*t
“It was still a good game,” Y/N reasoned with her fuming husband. “It was neck and neck there for awhile.”
“Had that bitch of a goalie not hit me in the shin, I might’ve been able to win,” he seethed.
“It was still good, regardless,” she pointed out. “You guys did good.”
She watched as he pulled off his layers of padding as well as his jersey and get into more comfortable clothes to wear home, admiring his athletic body as her mouth practically watered. “Do you need a quick kiss, Baby?”
Shawn flew around and stared down at his girlfriend, irises blown with lust. “Bend over,” he commanded, pointing to a bench that sat beside them and she wasted no time.
He whipped his pants off along with hers and pressed a large hand against her back. He took his large, rage-hardened cock in his hand and whispered her favorite sentence in her ear to get her good and wet. “Naughty girls get fucked naughty.”
She whimpered and he gave her ass a gentle, satisfied spank. “Good. First good thing you’ve done all day.”
He jammed his cock into her from behind and she gasped, almost standing up in shock. He pushed her back down before growling out, “you like that, puppy?”
She nodded as he pulled in and out rapidly, laughing at the pain written on her face. “Princess,” he placed a hand on her face to make sure she was alright. When she smiled cheekily at him, he continued pounding her, growling gentle insults quietly into her ears.
Amid all that was going on, Shawn and Y/N heard footsteps approaching. They sat completely still. One of Shawn’s teammates was about to come back into the locker room.
Shawn straightened and hit the light switch just in time. This resulted in them being hidden in the shadows and a very confused teammate. Oops.
As soon as he had left, Shawn plucked Y/N off the bench and put him on the ground before him where she grinned and sat obediently down before him and immediately pulled him into her mouth.
She moved on and off, just how he liked it, as he let out groan after groan, barely audible. She moved from the ground to lying on the bench so she could still reach him with her lips, and he bent over the top of her.
He slid two fingers into her and her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a moan of surprised euphoria. They worked on each other like that, coaxing moans and growls out of each other’s throats until they could edge themselves no more. They sat, breathless and in a state of near shock, amid the dark, cold, lifeless lockers until Shawn broke the silence.
“Good girl,” he said hoarsely. “Always have been.”
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triple h smut where he sees reader and shawn michaels spending a lot of time together recently and he just gets super jealous over it
you put that here and i can't stop thinking about it.
warnings! [ jealousy, anger, cheating accusation ? smut, dom!hunter, sub!reader, fem!reader, degradation, hair pulling, begging, sir kink, possessiveness, pet names, one singular spank, hunter leaving hickeys, dacryphilia, bulging kink, orgasm denial, language, fluffy ending ?? def not in that order bc do u know who's writing u're reading ?? minors dni.]
hunter wasn't sure what it was at first that began pissing him him off. shawn was your bestfriend, he was your friend before him and hunter even met, and he understood that you two would hang out from time to time ‒ but this was too much.
It started with you hanging out normally, just like every time you'd hang out in a public space or at either of your houses. Then you began hanging out without hunter and spending more and more time together. Now, at first hunter wasn't upset about it, he was just envious, his girlfriend and his bestfriend and having fun without him, okay - no problem. Then he noticed that you and shawn would be talking, chatting have a normal conversation, but the second he'd approach you but of you either get awkward or one would leave.
What if you were hiding something from him?
You and hunter have always had a very trusting relationship. you were open with each other and always spoke your minds if either of you did something that made the other uncomfortable. You and shawn spending that much time together did start getting under his skin a little, but he kept repeating to himself, 'y/n and shawn wouldn't do that', 'they're just really good friends, that's all', 'they wouldn't do that to me', 'y/n would never do that'. He kept it in the back of his head, until he overheard you and shawn talking.
"do you think he knows?"
"I know it's still early, but he'll probably find out. hunter isn't stupid"
"we'll have to be more careful, I've never done this before"
"don't worry about it. if he starts suspecting anything, I'll cover for us"
And boy was he pissed. Now way you and shawn were ... No! Even the thought of it doesn't make sense. But the conversation he heard ... No, the closest people to him wouldn't do him like that, but that maddening little voice in his head was getting a little too loud.
y/n is cheating, accept it.
she wouldn't cheat, she loves me.
shawn would do it.
shawn is my bestfriend, he wouldn't.
confront them.
Maybe he should, this has been going on for a little too long. And here you were, doing your make-up in his lap. You see his eyes' reflection on the Chanel eye shadow palette's mirror, you can tell he was angry, or upset about something. You were about to say something, but his large hand began rubbing on your thigh, slowly inching upwards with every stroke. "You know that I love you, right?" he began, you nod slowly, "and that I wouldn't hide anything from you, right?" he added, you nod again. His hand moved up towards your stomach, then your chest and neck. He wrapped his fingers around your neck with a little tightness causing you to gasp lightly.
"what's going on with you and shawn, hm?"
oh, shit.
"you're not messing around with him, are you?" he said, voice dropping in pitch, you can't tell him. You spent this much time keeping this whole thing a secret, thinking he wouldn't catch on.
But, oh well.
"c-can't say" you stutter. "you sure you can't say, baby?" he says, his other hand dove into your pajama shorts, gently grazing your clit. you fell back into his chest, this shouldn't be turning you on. He was literally accusing you of cheating on him. "'Cause i got a real nice way that'll make you say everything" he grunted. His fingers began rubbing on your clit in circular motions, your eyes shut and you tried to inhale, but having his hand around your neck like that wasn't helping. you lose your grip on the palette and the brush causing them to clash against the floor, the powdery cosmetic getting everywhere. you looked down at it, as the loud noise startled you. A part of you was upset that your Chanel palette was broken, but the other part was too horny to comprehend the sadness.
"say the truth, and I'll get you a share in the company" he offered. And as great as that sounded, you still weren't budging.
Alright then.
His fingers swiftly found their way towards your now wet slit, pushing them inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips, you grip on his thigh but he immediately says, "don't touch." you needed something to hold on to as you felt yourself fall apart in his touch. you held on his hand that was still around your neck, "didn't i just say don't touch? do you like being a fuck brat, you slut?" he says. you let out an airy laugh.
"fucking me and my bestfriend, literal whore."
he let go of your neck and pulled out his fingers from your soaking pussy, causing you to whine. He picked you up and walked to your shared bed. he put you down, and it felt like you couldn't look into his eyes. "look at me" he softly says, you physically couldn't even lift your head up, "I said, look at me, babygirl" he demanded. you still can't look at him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him. You wore a v-neck shirt, which left your neck exposed to him. he leaned in, and you did as well. He delivered a harsh kiss to your lips, tongue dancing with yours. you were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but he held your hands behind your back. His lips moved onto your neck, his beard and moustache tickling you a little. he was kissing, sucking and leaving small deep red marks on your neck. As many as he can, anywhere he can. "p-please" you whimper.
Well, if he can't fuck the truth out of you, he'll fuck some common sense into you.
He pushes you back on to the bed and climbed on top of you, he pulled off your shorts, and he attacked you neck again. by now there was barely and skin that wasn't bruised or bitten. especially on your collarbones. he pulled himself away from you, taking off his shirt revealing his toned body. you were convinced this is what gods were built like.
"do something" you whine, a pout resting on your lips. "oh, i fucking will" he mumbles. he pulls of his pants as impatience was taking over him, he took off his boxers as well and his cock slapped against his abdomen, "on your stomach, now." he demanded and you immediately obeyed. as you laid comfortably onto the soft sheets, hunter pulled your hips up towards his, he raised his hand, then proceeded to spank you so harshly that his handprint was on your ass cheek, "fuck, please, just please do something" you cry. you didn't even finish your complaining before he was pushing his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. you'll never get used to his size.
his hips pushed and pulled against yours, cock slamming in and out of you. both of you were moaning loudly, you were so wet, so good for him. and him only, his dick felt like heaven as it rammed against your walls, he grabbed as fistful of your hair and pulled up on your knees and hands. "you think shawn can fuck you like this? hm?" he groaned before delivering on deep, fast thrust that had your head spinning and body shaking. "h-hunter" you whimper, "only i can fuck you like this." one of his hands held you up because you both knew that if he lets you go you'll immediately collapse back onto the bed. his other hand was now buried between your legs, rubbing your clit. he slowed down feeling his orgasm approaching, deep, slow thrusts replaced his fast paced ones, and at this rhythm and this position you could swear you felt him in your lungs. the hand that was holding you in place moved down towards your abdomen, his long fingers tracing the outline of his cock inside you.
"do you feel this, y/n?" he grabbed one of your hands and made you touch were his cock's imprint was, "so tight, for me only. you're mine. mine and mine only" he groans. his deep voice rang through your ears and sent goosebumps across the surface of your skin, his picked up a pace again, your words were merging in one blob of incoherencies, "gonna cum, h-hunt, p-please" you beg, " y-you don-t get to cum" he moaned, "you'll cum when i say you can" he says. his grip on you gets tighter and hips began stuttering, he was so close, so close he could taste it.
"p-please, sir?" you whined in the neediest tone. "please, l-let me cum, i-i'll do anything for y-you, please, ple-ease sir" you said, tears began flowing down your cheeks. hearing you beg for him like that did something to him, you? crying and begging him, being such a desperate slut for him to let you cum, like that?
"please"
that last one sent him over the edge, his cum coated your walls, hot and sticky, as he collapsed on top of you. seeing the state of pure euphoria that he was in made you wish you had told him what happened before you got here. "if you're not cumming on my dick, you're not cumming on anyone else's , you understand?"
"yes sir"
"good girl"
"can you get off of me, you're a little heavy.." you mumble. he rolls of to the other side of the bed, and lays there contemplating whether or not he should ask you again, because no way something wasn't taking place behind his back. "this is the last time, and be honest with me y/n, what are doing with him?" he asked. you exhaled loudly before reaching over to your nightstand. you opened the last drawer and pulled out a medium-small sized, square box. it was covered with a navy blue velvety material and a pearly white ribbon had it shut. "open it".
he looked into your eyes, hunter saw love and sincerity. he knew he never should've doubted you. he tugged off the ribbon and open the box revealing a golden Rolex that was dazzled with diamonds. A little note was tucked under it, he placed the box to the side and held the note, the silver text on the white background read:
Even pure gold and diamond will not be enough to thank those with hearts that are worth more than them. we love you the most, Y/n and Shawn.
hunter exhaled and covered his face with his hands, "wow, i feel like an asshole" he said, "an asshole whose birthday is next week, we wanted to do something special for you. me and shawn might be close, but we'd never do ... whatever you had in mind" you said, a slight smile played with your lips. he put everything back into the box and placed it aside. he pulled you onto his chest, giving you sweetest, most passionate kiss you've had in a while. he moved, readjusting your position so that now you were under him. he began placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. "what are you doing?" you laugh.
"making up for what i fucked up"
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the one with you and Jim and Shawn (23132 words) by aurinkomoukari
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Slipknot (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jim Root/Reader, Shawn Crahan/Jim Root, Shawn Crahan/Reader, Jim Root/Reader/Shawn Crahan
Characters: Jim Root, Reader, Shawn Crahan
Additional Tags: Age Difference, Smut, First Times, Threesome, OH YES ITS DILF SANDWICH TIME, Nerves, Insecurity, reassurance, DILF kink, very gentle but determined DILFs, DILF tenderness, SO MUCH DILF CONTENT, Possessive Jim, Shawn is such a Stern Dad™, its just two dilfs battling for dominance basically lol, worshipping, Obedience, Praise, Making Out, Fingering, petting, Dom/sub, Hair-pulling, Subspace, BDSM signals, daddy jim forgets something from the gangbang and its not the lube, LESS GOOFY THAN IT SOUNDS I PROMISE, Blowjobs, BIG DILF DING DONGS 🍆, read this and never look at Sprite the same way again, jim is still a doofus, more praise, pussy-eating, the only thing better than dilf titties is TWO SETS OF DILF TITTIES OH YES, Overstimulation, Restraining, Multiple Orgasms, what can i say the dilfs know what they’re doing 😏, Spitroasting, Spanking, freakouts, mild coaxing, KINDA SCUMMY, Anal Fingering, first time anal sex, Double Penetration, TWO DILF SAUSAGES ARE MUCH MORE FUN THAN ONE RIGHT? 🍆🍆, most supportive gangbang ever, Squirting, and………………… double creampie, i’m so sorry i’m going directly to hell for this one, Aftercare, very very sweet and tender, the best ever dilf cuddles 🥺, Spoiler Tags in End Notes
Series: Part 5 of don't let dilf Jim near your daughters, folks
Summary:
Jim wants to dom you. Shawn wants to dom you. Will you be able to handle two dilfs at the same time?
#jim root#james root#shawn crahan#slipknot fanfic#AO3 fanfic#THE DILF ENERGY INTENSIFIES#so many tags that you accidentally crash your tumblr lmao#ITS VERY DIRTY OK#LIKE I LITERALLY CANT STRESS THAT ENOUGH THIS TIME
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Angel, Shawn Hunter
i was asked: Hii can you do a Shawn Hunter smut with a lot of praise kink sub reader and soft dom Shawn :)) <33 maybe it starts out with cockwarming <33
pairings: shawnxblack!reader
season: six
pronouns used: you, your, yours
warnings: smut, reader has female anatomy, cockwarming, praise kink, soft!dom shawn, subby reader, reader has an oral fixation, oral m!receiving, ball sucking (lol)
smut below the cut :)
“just be quiet and wait until i finish this, kay? can do you that for me?” shawn asked, shifting a bit under you making you moan out a little. he was editing a paper for his class and here you were, sat on his thighs as your warm pussy drooled around his cock. you hated when he made you wait. “yes,” you replied, a but begrudgingly.
shawn looked up at you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “good girl.”
you whined out again and gripped his shoulders. “please..” dragging out the e, you rotated your hips. shawn choked back a moan. his hands move from the keyboard and gripped your waist, not even looking up at you. “y/n.. relax.”
you gave a sigh, waiting a few more minutes before deciding you had enough. you gripped his shoulder tightly, rotating your hips a little until a moan erupted from his throat. you smiled down at your boyfriend, moving hair from his pretty face before pressing a kiss on the bridge of his nose. he loved kisses.
you pushed yourself up, sliding off of shawn’s lap and under the table. his fingers stopped typing as he watched you push his legs apart, wrapping a manicured hand around his cock before beginning to pump it slightly. he groaned at the feeling of your hand around him, thumb running over the slit. “y/n” he moaned, he spread his legs further and his hands went down to your face, cupping it gently.
he didn’t have to say anything because you already knew he wanted. you stroked his dick once more before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out and sliding it in. he shut his eyes at the feeling of your tongue on his dick. hollowing your cheeks, you began to move your head back and forth. shawn let out a breathy moan which made you even wetter if possible. your hands slid on to his thighs as you massaged them.
the breathy groans that fell from his throat was all the encouragement you needed to keep going, the feeling of his thugs clenching made you know you were doing a good job.
you slid your mouth off shawn’s wet dick before wrapping a hand around it and stroking him. spit drooled down his shaft and on to his balls. shawn watched as you stuck your tongue out again, beginning to suck on them gently.
“jesus fuck..”
he basked in the blissful feeling of your tongue before gently grabbing your face and pinching your cheeks. “i want you to ride me, you think you can do that for me baby. hm? be a good girl?”
you nodded, letting go of his dick and allowing shawn’s strong arms to pull you up on to his lap. you sat your legs on the outside of his thighs, gripping his shoulders before slowly lowering yourself on to him.
the moans you and shawn let out were sinful. you sunk down further on to his cock, squeezing your eyes shut out of pleasure.
“you feel so good, angel.” shawn muttered as his hands found your hips. he sunk his fingers into your flesh, beginning to move you up and down like his own personal flashlight. shawn twitched at the feeling of your wetness coating his balls and thighs.
“you’re so wet oh my god.” he moaned, tightening his grip on you. you only let out a moan, too lost in the feeling of his tip brushing against your g-spot and sending tingles and shivers all throughout your body.
you began to rotate your hips in a circular pattern before stopping to grind your hips back and forth. you opened your eyes to see shawn smirking at you.
“are you enjoying yourself?” shawn asked rhetorically, moving one hand off your hip to spank your ass. you nodded, shutting your eyes again and grinding harder.
“words.” he demanded. shawn delivered another spank to your ass causing you to let out a whine.
“i’m gonna cum,” was all you could manage to mewl out in your state. he looked at you before shaking his head no, and you knew you couldn’t cum without his permission.
“please!” you whined, gripping just shoulders and bouncing on him.
“wait.”
against shawn’s demands you rolled your hips again, closing your eyes as the knot building up in your stomach began to loosen as you came on his dick.
you heard shawn sick his teeth which instantly made you feel bad.
“i told you no.” shawn spoke, hand slapping your ass again but this time much harder. it began to sting.
“i’m sorry.”
“no you’re not.” shawn gripped your hips again, standing from the chair and making you yelp as he walked across the room before tossing you on to his bed.
“you’re not sorry.” shawn said, taking your legs and using them to pull you to the end of the bed. he put on of your legs over his shoulder, sliding into again and beginning to thrust. you already came so it was easy for him to fuck into you at a quick pace. the look on his face was pure bliss as he felt you squeeze around him.
“fuck, do that again.” shawn groaned, he pressed a kiss to your lips as a way to let you know he went mad at you for coming. a way t let you know you’re still his good girl.
you contracted that muscle, squeezing yourself in his dick again.
“fuck, you’re so good to me.” shawn moaned. he leaned forward, stretching your leg so now it was by your head and he could fuck deeper into you.
you were on another planet right now. the feeling of him pounding into you, the look of admiration he held on his face and how good his hands felt roaming your body and playing with your boobs.
shawn moved his hand to your leg that was currently hung over his shoulder. he kissed your ankle gently, grinding himself on to you so you could feel his pelvic bone rub roughly against your clit.
you squeezed him again, holding his unoccupied hand with yours and locking your fingers together.
“i’m gonna fucking cum.” shawn groaned, tossing his head back and giving your hand a squeeze.
you whimpered in response, using the opportunity to pull him down into a kiss. shawn complied, tenderly kissing you as his thrust began to speed up. each movement he did had you moaning into his mouth, the stinging feeling of pleasure and pain from the stretch made you moan louder as you both came again, together this time. shawn slowed down his thrust before pulling out and looking at you.
he watched the way your chest heaved up and down and admired how good you looked, dow eyed and fucked out.
“you did so good for me baby.” shawn spoke softly, pressing another kiss to your lips. “let’s get you cleaned up.”
his arms picked you up bridal style as he walked over to the bathroom of the dorm, running the warm water and beginning to make a bath for you. he never let go of your hand.
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omg this was so bad
ignore typos🤭
i need to ride shawn hunter.
#boy meets world#shawn hunter x reader#shawn hunter#smutty#smut fic#drabble#praise#shawnhunterfanfic#shawn hunter x black!reader
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Laced with Strawberries
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Frozen
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anna/Kristoff
Characters: Kristoff, Anna
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Cruise Ship, Song: Teach Me How To Love (Shawn Mendes), Strangers to Lovers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Food Kink, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Femdom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Flavored Lube, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Woman on Top
Series: Part 12 of Loony's Song Fics
Summary:
Kristoff meets a polka-dotted redhead in a red polka-dotted bikini who has a lot to teach him about...strawberries.
Based on "Teach Me How to Love" by Shawn Mendes.
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