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oh to sit on a werewolf's lap with their huge cock stuffed into me as deep as I can take, facing outward, being bounced and shoved down onto it as far as I can physically take no matter how much I struggle, then feeling them shoot their load inside of me. Just a massive amount of cum spilling into my guts, dripping down their shaft, enough to make my stomach bulge a little with the volume.
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Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story
Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern)
Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker
Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, oral sex mentioned, kinda soft August
This is kinda AU, because August survived the events of MI:Fallout
Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned
Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...)
Credits: Pics for the header from Pinterest
A big thank you to the wonderful @legendarywizarddetective
Honey, thanks for your support, your advice and your opinion. You have no idea, how much I appreciate your help <3 xxx
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Chapter 1
Fern
I'm bent over my desk, still recovering from my orgasm, while August is railing me hard from behind to reach his own climax. It doesn't take him long. He comes with a suppressed growl that turns into a satisfied moan slowly. As usual he pulls out right after, gives me a playful slap on my naked butt and stuffs his dick back into his pants with a smug smile.
He never undresses to fuck me and he never asks me to get naked. He just hitches up my skirt or dress, pulls my panties out of the way and enters my pussy with his fingers, his tongue or his dick. My clothes have turned into some kind of code with time. If I wear trousers I know he won't touch me, so if I choose to wear a pair of jeans it's my way to say no. If I wear a skirt or a dress he knows he can have me if he wants to. It doesn't happen every day or on a regular basis, sometimes we fuck five days in a row and sometimes we don't for two weeks and that's part of its charm.
Whenever it happens, it is always quick and dirty and pretty good. Sure, there's no tenderness, no cuddling, hardly any kissing but it still is great sex. Satisfying and uncomplicated, no strings attached. I never thought I could enjoy physical love without being emotionally involved, but with August it works somehow. I don't even know how it happened, can hardly tell how this started.
I used to work at the CIA as a team assistant, he was THE notorious agent, August "The Hammer" Walker, effective, discreet, intimidating, mysterious, larger-than-life. Yeah, I know, this alone sounds sexy as hell and you haven't even seen him. Tall, broad shouldered, dark hair, blue eyes, face like an angel but his signature mustache and the three-days-stubble giving it a dangerous touch. We got along quite well but it was all strictly professional back then. He always kept a distance, not only from me but from everyone and I knew he was well out of my league anyway, even if we hadn't worked together.
After the disaster with Ethan Hunt I was shocked, devastated even, because I'd never expected him to be a traitor and I was sure I'd seen the last of him after the events in Kashmir. To my big surprise he contacted me a few weeks after. He had somehow survived the fight with Hunt and the explosion and bailed himself out of this mess. I still don't know how he made it, what or who he sold to the government but it must have been a huge deal because they cleared his record and he was free to do whatever he wanted under one condition, he had to leave the country. He chose to make a fresh start in London and to set up a cyber security business with a partner. This partner is Peter Brooks, who is an ex-hacker August knows from some CIA investigations, and they are the perfect team -August sells security, Peter programs it, August is responsible for the hardware, Pete for the software. And a good team needs a team assistant and that was the point where I got involved.
I don't know why he asked me of all people, maybe because he knew I was unattached and because we had already proven that we worked together well. I asked him several times for his reasons but he always shrugged it off. I was hesitant about taking his offer, of course I was, I didn't trust him anymore, he had been public enemy number one and to be honest I was scared. I was afraid of him, of what he could be up to, of the potential for violence he was radiating and his criminal energy in general, but he offered me lots of money, a wonderful apartment in Shoreditch and he promised me that he would never expose me to any kind of danger, that he'd changed and that I would never have to do something illegal for him. I believed him, mostly because I wanted to. I was desperate to add a little adventure to my boring existence and earning much more than an average assistant plus living in one of the greatest cities in the world seemed to be an attractive prospect. Up to now I haven't regretted my decision.
August has kept his word. There are no signs that the company is involved in any illegal deals and as far as I know he is not scheming or hiding something. Actually I'm quite sure of that because we all know that the federal authorities keep a close eye on him and his little business. Moreover we've got to know each other quite well and I imagine that I would know if he was hiding something from me. Maybe I would, maybe it's just wishful thinking but I tend to say that I can judge him quite well by now. That's not surprising actually, considering how much time we spend together, 12 to 16 hours a day, five to six days a week.
How did the sex thing begin you ask? I don't really know. Maybe it was the glances he started to give me, the attention I wasn't used to. I just started to feel good around him, sexy and wanted. Of course it's flattering that a handsome man like him shows interest in someone like me, even if it's just physical.
I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. He travels a lot, is away for days or weeks sometimes and I know he doesn't end up lonely in his hotel room every night. But we have kind of a don't-ask-don't-tell-policy and I'm fine with it.
The first time we fucked was a good year ago and 9 months after I came to London to work for Walker & Brooks SecTec. I wore one of my summer dresses, dark blue with white dots, plain but cute, and August complimented me on my outfit several times that day. He had never done this before. When I was just about to leave he suddenly stood in the doorway of my office and looked at me with a feral grin that gave me goosebumps. "What?" I asked him with a frown.
"Nothing. It's just...you better not wear that dress again at work." His grin turned into a smirk.
"Why? You said you like it." I looked down at my body, feeling self-conscious all of the sudden.
"Right. I like it a little too much, Fern."
I gave him a sheepish smile. "What's that supposed to mean?" He came closer, standing right in front of me now.
"It means you look so delicious in that dress, you're giving me a hard time trying to control myself around you."
I was speechless in that moment and pretty sure that he was making fun of me. In my whole life there hadn't been a single man that had problems with his self control around me. I'm just not the kind of woman that drives a guy out of his mind.
"That's not funny."
"It's not supposed to be funny. I'm serious."
He looked me deep in the eyes, his face was just inches away from mine. Suddenly he grabbed me by my waist and spinned me around, pulling me close to him. "Your ass is so juicy in that dress, your waist so small, your breasts so beautiful, I just can't stop thinking about touching you." He whispered all this into my ear and then I felt his lips on my neck. They brushed the sensitive flesh just lightly. He did nothing more for a moment, and I knew he hesitated to give me a chance to turn him down, to say no to him. I didn't. I said yes that day. I let him kiss my neck. I let him squeeze my ass. I let him caress my tits. I turned around and kissed him and I moaned into his mouth under his touch. I felt how hard he was, how much he wanted me and it was the greatest turn-on. All the dirty things he told me, the magic his skilled hands worked on my body, the sexual energy and the dominance he was radiating from every pore - I was putty in his hands, willing to give him everything...everything I had craved since I'd moved here. I was touch starved, there hadn't been a single date or something because my whole life was like eat-work-sleep-repeat. He fucked me on my desk that day. Standing between my legs -my dress hitched up, my panties lying in the corner of the room- he thrust his big dick into my needy pussy with force and without mercy, giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
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August
Fern. I know she hates her name, but if you ask me, it's beautiful. Old fashioned in a good way, special, innocent and very pretty. Just like the woman who bears it. You wonder if that's the reason why I asked her to work for me? Because she's so pretty with her long honeyblond hair and the big brown eyes? You think I hired her because I wanted to fuck her right from the start? I'm sorry to disappoint you but you're wrong. I didn't see her that way in the beginning.
When we worked together for the CIA she was in a relationship anyway. We never talked about it, it was all strictly professional back then, but she had this picture of a guy on her desk, a good looking man with a boyish smile and the aura of an intellectual snob. Eventually the picture vanished and wasn't replaced by a new one so I assumed she was unattached, which was one reason I considered her to be suitable. But the main reason was that she is simply very good at her job. Of all the assistants we had she was the best organized and structured one, she is smart and her quickness is extraordinary. She's friendly and sociable but most of all she is loyal and has integrity. In the old days you'd called her virtuous and that was exactly what I was looking for.
I knew to start a new life, a life as an upright citizen, I'd need help. Help from someone like her, not from someone like my partner Peter who struggles with keeping things legal too. To put it in a nutshell, I needed a moral compass and she was the right woman for the job and she still is. Keeping us on track, guiding us without even knowing it just by her natural sense of justice. Of course it was hard to convince her to trust me and to make her give up her life in the states and to begin anew in London and when she finally agreed it was a big relief.
Yeah, yeah, yackety-yack, you say? But why did you start to fuck her?
Well, the not so flattering answer is, I did it because I wanted to know if I could. Peter said no. Never ever would a smart woman like Fern fuck her boss, he said when we talked about it one boozy evening. The two of us were celebrating a huge deal and I said something like I'd love to give Fern a special reward for her good work and he laughed out loud when he realized what I meant.
Well, I love a good challenge and there was something in her eyes, a gleam, a spark, that told me she was looking for an adventure, for anything to make her life a little more exciting and I was willing to give her what she was craving. And so it began.
It was supposed to be a one-off, just to prove to myself that I was able to seduce her but after the first time I wanted more. The way she let me fuck her and the way her body responded to mine was just too good to not do it again. She knows it's just sex, I didn't even have to explain it to her, it is obvious. As I said she's a quick thinker and she knows what it means that I don't even strip off my pants, that I just get out my dick to rail her.
Sometimes I eat her pussy before I fuck her, sometimes I make her ride my fingers, but I never undress myself or her. And she doesn't seem to care, she likes it and she never asks for more. She just wants a good orgasm and that's what she gets. She cums easily, she's clearly not one of the women who need a lot of time to have an orgasm, who need a long foreplay and cuddles afterwards and that's great because I'm not the right man for this kind of intimacy. I'm just a man who wants a good, satisfying fuck. I don't need love, I just need sex.
And today she's just given me that. After making her come with my mouth I fucked her hard on her desk and it was great. But now it's back to business, we have a job to do and Peter will be back from his lunch break in a few minutes. Of course he knows what's going on but we never fuck when he's around. I would because it's none of his business what happens behind closed doors but Fern is scared that he could walk in on us. "I could never look him in the eyes again, August. I swear I'd die from embarrassment." That's what she said when I wanted to have my ways with her in my office with Peter working next door one day. Virtuous, as I said. Luckily she's not such a prude when we're alone.
"Here's the Henderson file, I signed the contract. Send it back to them please." She nods and takes the papers from my hand. She's sitting behind her desk, the one I just fucked her on, and I love the thought that my cum is dripping into her panties right now. She never reeks of sex though, I guess she always has fresh panties in her handbag and she washes her pussy in the bathroom when we're done. Well organized and always prepared, that's Fern.
"I need to leave a little earlier today if that's okay. I have an appointment." She looks at me with a smile that I don't return. I hardly ever smile and she knows it. She doesn't take offence and keeps on giving me her sweet smiles that often brighten up my busy days and I appreciate it.
"Sure. What kind of appointment?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Curious much, huh?"
"It's job related...ex agent...you know how it is." I grin and turn to leave because I don't expect an answer.
"Piano lessons." Her voice makes me stop and turn around.
"So you finally decided to do it."
"Yeah. I thought a lot about what you told me. That you're never too old to learn stuff and to start with something new. So I decided to give it a try."
"That's good, Fern. I'm sure you're gonna nail it."
"Thanks, August. To be honest I'm pretty nervous. I still think I might be too old to learn it properly."
"You're only 32 and you don't have to become the next Rachmaninoff."
She laughs and it sounds as clear as a bell. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good girl."
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Break The Circle!
Summary | You are a witch, on the night of Samhain you summon a Demon. To help him perform his duty.
Pairing | Demon August x Reader
Word Count | 1.5K
Warnings | Witchcraft, breeding kink, female masturbation, it involves August so yes that is a warning in itself (I think that is all, if I missed something let me know)
A/N | Inspirated by this post. Not proof read or beta'd, all mistakes are mine if you spot one pretty please let me know. Enjoy! And don't worry, Part 2 is planned xD I don't want to give you blue balls hehe :P
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Samhain is a very important Sabat for witches. It is when the veil is the thinnest and we witches are the strongest, our potentials are greater than on any other day of the year. Ever since you were are little girl your Mama would take you to your Granny’s house on the nights on Samhain. There you and your cousins would practice lighting creepy carved pumpkins with just your wonderful minds, and bobbing for enchanted apples.
Though as you grew, so did your magic. And even though you still, lit the pumpkins, and bobbed for apples, you began staying up with the adults. At first only watching, later you joined. The rituals your Granny and Mama performed were much to admire. Though as you got older, you recognized that your path was different to your kin. You worked with the Goddess Lilith, but more over, you worked with Demons.
Samhain isn’t only sacred day for witches, no, it’s also holy for Demons. You see, it is the only day in the entire year were Demons can try for more of their kind. For the entire year they scower and search for the right human to reproduce with. On the night of Samhain, they conquer their prey. However, there are some witches, such as yourself, that are devoted in helping them. Giving them a hand, or womb.
So here you were, with a bag of store-bought salt, pouring it in a circle on the floor of your living room. Using ashes of incense you collected over the year, your drew a sigil inside the circle, to summon a Demon. Setting a chair in the middle of the salt circle, being careful not to scrape off any ash. Standing in front of the salt circle, in only a white satin robe and a black obsidian pendent around your neck, you flicked your wrist. Lighting ever candle in the living room, several in all four corners of the room, as well as scattered on every bit of furniture.
This was it. Everything was ready. Spreading your arms out to your sides, palms facing the chair before you, closing your eyes and muttered a few words. A light breeze caressed your ankles and swept up your front, causing your pendent to sway. “Witch,” rumbled a voice, the deep timber of it making you shiver. Opening your eyes, you were met with the image of an Angel, oh but you knew better. “Demon,” you smirked.
He sat on the chair, legs spread, leaning a little to the side so that he was resting one arms over the back of the chair. Dressed in a navy dress shirt, which was tucked into black dress pants, and a gold tie. Chocolate brown curls adorned his head, one stray strand spilling onto his forehead. A simple, clean mustache decorated his upper lip area, drawing attention to his pink, plump lips. Seeing where your eyes were locked, the Demon smirked. “Cat got your tongue, Witch?” he teased.
Tilting your head to the side, “Just admiring,” you commented, “And it’s Y/N, thank you.” You slowly started walking around the salt circle, eyes never once leaving the perfection sitting in front of you. His eyes followed you till you were behind him, he didn’t bother moving his head.
Raising the hand that was leaning over the back of the chair, he stroked his mustache. The corners of his lips raised into a faint smile and he parted his lips, “August, lovely to meet you. Y/N.” The way your name rolled off his tongue made dew gather between your thighs.
His nostrils flared, of course he could smell you. He could smell your ripeness the second he materialized in this damn chair. But the faint whiff of your arousal added a sweeter accent, making his pants grow tighter by the second.
Coming back around in front of him, you played with the rope that tied your robe together, his eyes focused on the action. He licked his lips, “And what does a pretty Witch like yourself need, on a night like this, from a Demon like me, Y/N?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Biting your bottom lip, you tugged on the rope. Undoing the knot, and letting your gown fall open. Your perky breast and valley between you hips, now exposed. A growl left the Demons lips as he studied your feature, his pants now growing uncomfortably tight. Shifting his hips a little hoping to relieve the pressure, he rumbles out, “You’re playing with fire here little one.”
Raising your eye brows at the implication, you raise your hands up to your shoulders, you slip your fingers under the material resting there. August clenches his jaw, his eyes darken, pupils expanding. Smirking at the Demon, “Believe me, August, I know what I’m doing,” you purr.
Slipping the material off your shoulders and letting the satin drop the the floor, pooling around your feet. You take slow, sensual steps towards the circle. August’s eyes widen, his mouth slightly agape, he straightens his spine, watching your breast sway as you moved. Stopping just before the salt circle, you drop down to your knees, keeping the spread apart.
Placing your hands on the floor behind you, you lean back, flicking your hair behind you so it doesn’t conceal anything. “Do you know what you’re doing?” you ask the Demon, teasing him. Moving faster than your eyes can register, he also drops to his knees inside the salt circle, hands gripping his meaty thighs, the bulge in his trousers, deliciously prominent now. “Don’t tease me little witch,” he snides.
“I will ruin you,” he growls. Your heartbeat quickens, as does your breathing and your arousal drips down onto the wood below you. Snarling, the Demon slams his hands the floor, your walls clench as you jolt in surprise. Jaw clenches, teeth on display, nails digging into the wood, his broad shoulder visibly shaking. The seams connecting fabric concealing his large biceps made an audible tearing sound, as the popped open around his flexing bicep. “BREAK THE FUCKING CIRCLE Y/N!” he roared, his voice shaking the pictures hanging on your walls.
Placing botch palms flat on the floor in front of you, you leaned forward so that your nose was just grazing the invisible barrier caging the Demon inside the circle. Taking in the shaking creature before you, you licked your lips, “No,” you moaned.
Slamming his fists on the floor, making you gasp, he opens his mouth to further fight you on the topic but stops short, when he sees you hands glide over the wood beneath you and raise up to your dripping mound. His breath hitches as he inhales through his mouth, fuck, he can almost taste you.
You stroke your sopping slit before sliding it up to your hidden pearl. Humming at the sensation you grin seeing the Demon completely mesmerized my you. “If I break the circle,” you breathe, his eyes shoot up to yours, “what would you do?”
Leaning forward, placing his weight on his fists, nose grazing the barrier, body shaking, “I will slam you onto the floor and take you like the bitch you are,” he threatened.
Moaning, “Tell me more.” Your finger glides down to your weeping entrance, sliding in only the tip of your finger, you gasp, before pulling it out again. The Demon groans, you do it again, only a little deeper this time.
“I’m going to rip that hand away from your cunt and ravish it,” he snarls. Moaning you sinking your whole finger in, pressing on your G-spot, thrusting your hips forward, before pulling your finger back out. August puts a hand over his painfully hard cock and rubs it over the fabric, needing some kind of friction. “Fuck,” he grunts.
Circling your clit then sliding back down and sliding two fingers into your cunt, you sigh at the feeling of being stretched, though you know it does nothing to prepare you for him. Pumping your fingers in and out, you raise your other hand to grope your breast and roll your pebbled nipple between your fingers. Eyes closing in pleasure, mouth agape as you pant.
August watches you, eyes wide, his eyes are now completely monochrome, his pupils completely swallowing his cobalt iris’. His hand rubs harder over his clothed cock and he too starts panting, body trembling in frustration. “PLEASE! FUCK, please break the circle,” he howled.
“Mmm, August,” you moan as you press the heel of your hand into your clit. You hear him start snarling like a wild animal. Curling your fingers while still fucking yourself with them, you widen your legs, getting close to your release. You thrust your hips forward and grind yourself down onto your hand. You feel the pleasure sweep from your toes up your legs, you gasp, ready for your release. But before you reach the sands of ecstasy, a large hand enclasps your wrist and yanks you forward.
Your eyes snap open, staring into the black eyes of a grinning Demon, you look down and see that you accidentally slide your knee through the salt circle. Raising your head back up, “Oops?”
“Oops,” he agrees, before leeping.
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Part 2
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Imagine Daddy Chris bouncing you up and down on his cock ruthlessly untill he cums, he doesn't even care how many times you've had an Orgasm because he's too busy chasing his own. Him saying things like "Fuck I love watching your tits bounce"," Tired already baby? We haven't even fucked properly yet! "," Such a good pretty doll for me, taking my cock like it's a part of you", just sayin...... 🥺🥵🤤
oh to read and not write, i am in love with this–
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Watching Chris in Defending Jacob. Andy Is such a dilf
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do what you please to me, i won’t resist
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pairing: sugar daddy! andy barber x reader
word count: 3,236
summary: you’re always a good girl for your sugar daddy
warnings: sugar daddy/sugar baby themes, dom/sub themes, daddy kink, degradation, vibrators, unprotected sex, choking, kinda restraints and if theres anymore please let me know, and andy is mean daddy in this
author’s note: this is for berry’s @donutloverxo 4k challenge🥺 congratulations baby! you deserve them all and more, thank you for being a constant positive bundle of joy on this app, i love you! 🥺💗 and don’t repost my work anywhere. minors do not interact 18 + only.
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Your fingers run delicately over the pastel-coloured tissue paper, crumpled up and positioned gingerly around the abundant bouquet of roses, velvet box and a minimal note.
“See you tonight.
Daddy”
Short and simple, much like him but largely unlike the lavish gifts he showered you in. You open the box with a suppressed giggle, eyes taking in the beautiful diamond-adorned necklace. Pulling out your phone, you swiped to his contact and snapped a quick picture of the necklace resting around your neck and he immediately reads it, the bubbles in the corner of your screen appearing subsequently.
Daddy: Looks beautiful. You’re going to wear it tonight, yes?
You: of course it does :). yes i will
Daddy: …
You: yes i will daddy.
Daddy: Good girl.
Shakily you sigh and collect yourself, making room for the fresh new flowers on your dining table as you prepare yourself for dinner with your sugar daddy.
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At the melodic chiming of your doorbell, you exhale, running a hand over the front of your satin dress and adjust the placement of your necklace carefully. Giving your reflection one last look over in the full-length mirror, and head over to open the door for the man you had been expecting since early morning.
“You look beautiful honey.” Andy compliments as you open the front door to reveal yourself, giggling as you accept his kiss, “thank you Daddy.” Humming happily against your lips his hand slips to the curve of your ass to pull you closer to him as he admires the diamonds adorning your neck. “And you’re wearing your gift, what do we say when Daddy buys us something pretty?” His breath fans over your face, a mix of his favourite coffee roast, a hint of his favourite cologne but overpowering every other scent was the smell of him. A deep forest smell, radiating dominance and control. It was your favourite smell.
“Thank you Daddy, I love it.”
“Good, let’s go then or we’ll be late for our reservations princess.” You nod and willingly accept the hand he holds out for you, his fingers intertwining perfectly with yours.
The car ride over is pleasantly quiet, Andy was never a very talkative man but you never minded. It was nice to gaze out the window of his Audi in comfortable silence with his hand resting on your thigh, fingers occasionally pressing into the slit of bare sparkling skin of your thigh. You look over to admire him, he looked as though he was hand-carved by the Greek Gods themselves. His beard framing his face, and you let your mind wander to what it felt like to have his beard between your thighs, working you raw and sensitive just how he liked. You bit your lip and as if he knew exactly where your mind was he barely smirked, squeezing your thigh, “behave princess.”
Biting back a giggle you lull your head back to the window, viewing the fleeting scenery but your mind still somewhere else, somewhere you knew you would be by the end of the night if you had caught Andy’s tone.
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His hand on the small of your back guides you through the expensive restaurant, as the waiter leads the pair of you to the private seating area Andy always paid for. He took the time you two had together very seriously, his priority was to spoil you and offer you the only highest luxuries that you were deserving of.
Like the true gentleman he was, he pulls your chair out for you, thanking the waiter with a nod before taking his seat.
As the staff bring out your wine and food, Andy keeps his intense eyes on you the whole time. The attention makes your skin heat up, crossing your legs over the other in an attempt to make it seem like you were caught up in fixing your dress when in reality you just weren’t able to make eye contact. Andy doesn’t say anything while the staff are in the private room, even if you know how much value he puts into eye contact. Mercifully, he spares you that. But once your dinner has been served and all that is left in the room is you, Andy, ridiculously expensive food and wine, and the low candle lights and chandelier illuminating your faces he speaks-
“Look at me.”
You do.
“Are you wearing panties?” He questions.
You shake your head no. On your third dinner date, Andy had made it very clear, you were not to be wearing panties around him. Just in case he wanted to fuck you or tease you with his fingers because a man like him should be able to do as he pleases, whenever he pleases.
“Good girl.”
The rest of the dinner goes by normally, conversation always flows easily between the two of you, mostly you speaking and Andy listening but you didn’t mind. And before you knew it, Andy was tossing a few hundred on the table and you two were going down in the empty elevator. His lips attach to your neck and it catches you off-guard, you gasp loudly as his heavy warm hands roam your waistline carelessly and he grumbles, “I am going to fuck you in nothing but this diamond necklace like a real whore I paid for.”
The statement makes you whimper and heat flood your stomach, wetness already pooling at your thighs as your head slumps back to give him more space to suck marks into your neck. A clear action of marking his territory, the second you two stepped out of the elevator nobody would have a doubt in their minds who you belonged to.
The ding of the machine indicated your arrival on the main floor where staff rush to bring Andy’s car and after tipping them generously and helping you settle in the car, he’s driving to his penthouse. The tension between the two of you was almost palpable, he knew exactly what you were thinking about the whole time and he could practically smell your arousal in the air.
Similarly, Andy’s jaw was clenched, knuckles going almost white against his steel grip on the steering wheel and the most obvious sign of his arousal, his cock bulging and straining against his dress pants.
Unable to help yourself, suppressing giggles you trail your manicured fingers over his thigh, inching closer to his bulge inconspicuously- or at least you were trying to be. You squeeze once and Andy hisses, one hand shooting off the steering wheel and cupping your wrist, harshly.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?” He glowers.
You gulp, “no daddy.”
He chooses not to respond, and as fate would have it the stop light goes red, signalling the car to a steady stop. It startles you when Andy cups your face, forcing you to look him in the eye, “for the rest of the car ride, you are going to behave. And that is not a suggestion sweetheart.”
You know the meaning behind his words- Behave or I’ll make you regret it.
So, for your betterment you do. Even if technically Andy was not behaving. The entire leftover 10 minute drive he had his hand on your thigh, squeezing and dragging the tips of his fingers too close to your aching center with a feather light touch that he knew drove you crazy.
And finally, finally he pulls into the driveway of his Boston penthouse. After that, it’s a flurry of motions. As soon as you make it past the front door Andy is on you like a man starved, lips pressed against yours in a heated passion, grinding up into you as you whimper into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as he carries you to his bedroom.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck this little cunt all week.” He growls, throwing you onto the bed and you bite your lip and press your thighs together in anticipation as he slowly strolls to where you were squirming and whining like a bitch in heat.
His hand shoots to grab your jaw, thick fingers curling around your soft skin and slipping his thumb into your mouth while his other hand travels down your body, cupping your tits through the slippery satin material and rolling your pebbling nipples between two of his fingers. “Please daddy! Please I need it so bad!” Arching your back off the sheets when his hand curls around your waist, sending butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach.
“I know you do, little whore is always ready for me.” He mocks you, making heat flood your cheeks. “If I slipped my fingers in this pussy, I know you’d be dripping wouldn’t you slut?”
You whimper when his thumb pulls against the wall of your mouth, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist as he plays your body like his favourite instrument. At the lack of response from you he chuckles cynically, “let’s find out.”
With that, he tears your dress off of you, ripping it in two practically symmetrical shreds, and you gasp out of shock. “Daddy! I liked that dress,” you huff, but it comes out garbled because of his thumb in your mouth.
His eyes snap up to your eyes, once as deep blue as the cerulean designer purse he had gifted you in the very beginning but now dark, and you regret your whiny tone immediately.
“You know I buy good girls what they want, not whiny little brats.” And he trails his fingers down to your swollen clit, circling the aching nub with the tip of his finger and surprising you when he delivers a harsh smack, the loud squelch from your cunt and the squeal from your lips echoing in the open room.
“That’s for being a big-mouthed brat.”
Another smack.
“That’s for teasing me in the car.”
Another smack.
“That’s for being as wet as a slut.”
Another smack.
“And that one is because this is my pussy and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to it.”
Andy had already reduced you to a quivering, squirming mess and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. He laughs again at that, and at how you attempt to reach out for him as he gets up. “I’ll be back princess, I bought something new for us to try tonight.” You can only imagine what toy Andy had bought, he was always intent on pushing your limits as far as he could. Your skin is covered in a sheen layer of sweat as you wait for him to emerge from the closet with a new addition to your already enormous collection of toys.
Andy walks out with a long velvet box and he approaches you quietly, now bare on his upper half so you take the time to admire his toned body, littered with tattoos you would never suspect someone like him to have, but fuck, did you love them. Andy was an older man, almost in his 40’s, yet he had maintained his body so well your thighs were pressing together and you knew you could probably cum just from the sight of him.
He takes your smaller hand in his, gesturing for you to open the boxe and you bite your lip and comply, gasping at the sight of the Hitachi wand, you knew these things were powerful and you also had no doubts Andy planned on using it to its full potential if his smirk was anything to go by.
“Do you want to try it? I thought it could be fun.” He spoke.
Looking up at him through your eyelashes, “yes please daddy.”
He smiles, “good girl, we’re going to have lots of fun tonight.”
You nod excitedly, waiting patiently for his next instructions.
“Now, you’re going to sit on my lap and I’m gonna use the wand on your pussy, and if it gets to be too much, you use our safeword, do you remember what it is?”
“Red.” You breathe shakily, body alight with nerves but mostly excitement for what Andy had in store for you two tonight.
“Good girl.”
And he sits down against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap and hooking his ankles around your own. His beard tickles and nuzzles the skin of your shoulder as he bites and kisses there, marking you up. You’re fully under Andy’s mercy with this position and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He clicks the vibrator to life, keeping it at a low setting as his empty hand roams your front, pulling and massaging at your tit when he puts the vibrator against your clit. You jolt up against him, feeling his bulge rub against your ass and squealing at the already intense stimulation. You whine his title loudly and he hums against your skin, pressing it against your clit firmly and you’re unable to escape the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Daddy! Too much!” You whine, head dropping back and on his shoulder, yet your hips buck towards the wand.
“Hush now, no whining.” He tuts with a dismissive shake as his thumb skims over the controls and he picks it up two notches, making you dig your fingers into the sheets as you arch your back off of him, squealing into the room.
“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it baby? What if we did this?” He ponders out loud, using his fingers to pull back the hood of your clit, exposing it to the wand directly as you clamp down almost painfully around nothing, letting out a whorish scream you would otherwise be embarrassed about but currently could not find it in yourself to care. You feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm, stomach contracting with the force of it. Your nails dig into his forearm, eyes clenching shut as the vibrations shiver through your body. “I- I’m gonna cum daddy please can I!” You sob loudly, barely able to hold yourself back and you don’t think you’d be able to if Andy said no.
To your mercy, he grunted his approval. “Go ahead, already such a mess. Cum, slut.”
Your ears pound loudly as your body clenches with your orgasm, hands scrambling around for purchase when he holds your wrists together at your stomach, forcing you through the high waves of your pleasure as your core drips down onto his pants. Your legs quiver as he keeps the pressure incessant, you cry out protests as he overstimulates you, but he shushes you by wrapping a hand around your mouth, his deep voice reverberating in your ear, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want you to. You know why baby?”
Clenching your eyes shut as you cry out, “because I’m your little whore!”
Pleased with your submission and answer, he allows you a moment to breathe by taking the vibrator away from your overstimulated pussy. You breathe out in relief, slumping against his hard body as you collect your breath after going through one seemingly endless orgasm.
“That’s right, and now you’re gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt aren’t you?”
And then you become highly aware of his bulge digging into the plush skin of your ass. You whimper loudly, grinding yourself messily over his covered cock and lulling your head onto his shoulder, looking at him with doe eyes, “please daddy please fuck me.” Not even having to mask your voice into something sultry just how you know affects Andy: whiny and breathy and fanning on his face. And you know it works, the first time he allows himself to appear vulnerable persay, when he closes his eyes and grunts, bucking his hips up unconsciously.
Unable to control himself any longer, he flips you over, unbuttoning his slacks quickly as he mumbles unintelligibly to himself and your mind is too foggy to attempt to decipher anyway. Your legs are still twitching, makeup you had delicately applied (that he had funded) earlier that evening now messed up and he hadn’t even gotten his cock into you yet.
You gasp loudly when he slots himself above you, fisting his hard and aching cock and running it up and down your folds, both of you groaning at the contact. “D-daddy please I can’t take it anymore!” You whined loudly, body buzzing with the overwhelming need for him to fuck you.
“Then you better take this dick princess, I’m not gonna be gentle.” He grunts, barely letting you register his words before sheathing himself completely inside of you in one fluid thrust. The feel of your walls wrapping around Andy is enough to make him buck his hips even further as you dig your nails into his back, whining mindlessly for him.
He begins fucking into you with no remorse, hips slapping against hips and the squelching of your cunt echoing in the room. Andy grunts loudly, he may be a quiet man outside of the bedroom, but in the sheets when he finally had you wrapped around him and you felt so amazing? He was gonna let you know.
You squeal loudly when he abruptly flips you over, pulling out of you for a moment as he shoves your face into the pillows, head to this side and ass in the air just how he liked before shoving himself back inside of you. Plowing you into the mattress even harder now, as he slaps your already tender ass. Your cunt squeezes him even tighter in this position and it makes you sob out, fisting the sheets in your hands as the pleasure consumes you.
“Yeah that’s it, cry for my fucking dick. Good girl, such a good fucking girl.” He continues to grunt and praise you.
He can tell you’re nearing your orgasm again, your moans becoming more high pitched and erratic, walls pulsing wildly around him making him hiss and he knows you need just one final push to fall over the edge. And you don’t expect it when he clicks on the Hitachi wand, suddenly positioning it onto your clit as he continues to slam into you, obliterating your pussy. You let out a scream, walls contracting as you squirt all over him and his abdomen. Pleasure flooding your veins in searing bursts, making you cry out.
“That’s it, such a good girl, I know it feels so good doesn’t it? Daddy’s gonna fill this tight pussy up.” He warns and before you know it, while still riding your own waves of pleasure you feel his cum spurt into you, coating your walls in thick strokes as he drapes himself over your back, keeping the vibrator directly on your clit as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning your name into your ear in pure blissed out pleasure. He presses his lips to the back of your neck, sucking in bruises, and lazily fucking his cock into you.
Your legs threaten to give out underneath him, due to all the pleasure from the wand still incessantly buzzing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. He wraps an arm around your torso, holding you up and rolling you on top of him, his cock still plugging his cum deep inside of you and you whine at the movements, revelling in soft affections.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead he whispers, “rest up now princess, Daddy’s not nowhere near done with this pussy yet.”
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Valentines Day Countdown Four- Sy
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Summary: Sy decides a to have a quick in his friends bathroom, and discovers you have a little breeding kink.
Warnings: Adult Situations, 18+, Smut, Dub Con?, Choking, Unsafe sex, Captain kink?, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk.
A/N: so another valentines day countdown with the lovely Sy. I hope you hoes are thirsty?
Tagging: @isitmine @tinabean37 @loserrlauraa @msblkfire84 @henrythickcavill @plainbrunettelbl @dummiesshort @cynic-spirit @pandaxnienke @two-unbeatable-beaters @wolfieash @eldarwen333 @princesssterek @mom2000aggie @blackestpinkworld @kebabgirl67 @luclittlepond @infinite-shite @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @achaoticaugust @spazzymamahenrylover @thelastsock @iloveyouyen @littlefreya @mary-ann84 @libbymouse @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @the-soot-sprite @captain-shannon-becker @viking-raider @raspberrydreamclouds @foodieforthoughts
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The Expanse 5x01
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Something Old, Something New
Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky x 18+!Female Reader
Summary: To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, MAJOR DADDY KINK/STEPDAD TROPE, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, facial (not the derma kind), slight cum play, a gentle touch of asphyxiation, and Bucky’s filthy (no, really) mouth.
18+.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: My entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s 9k Follower Challenge. Congratulations! I chose the prompts ‘Chains’ by Tina Arena, and Wedding Reception. Hope you like it, Lisa! 💕 Special thanks to @ozarkthedog for the title! Love you!
You’d always wanted to get married. Ever since you were a little girl. Dreamt of the perfect man swooping in and carrying you off into the sunset.
You remembered the afternoons you’d run around the house draped in her old net curtains, a makeshift veil, daydreaming about the day you’d meet your Prince.
The hours you’d spent twirling on the porch, reciting the stereotypical wedding vows like a worn-out prayer.
You had it all mapped out.
At the tender age of 9 years old, you’d pictured him to be tall, dark, and impossibly handsome.
A man with a smile that could break a thousand hearts, eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean, a gentleman that would sweep you off your feet and make your heart ache in the sweetest way.
You didn’t picture that the very man you’d only dreamt about would land in your lap, in the form of your mothers fiancé.
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Sweet, St. Catherine
Requested: No
Summary: You love the chain around his neck more than you care to admit.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: NSFW smut, porn w/ minimal plot, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, cursing, choking (brief), daddy kink (very brief), sex w/o a condom (please use protection guys)
a/n: not my best work, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!!
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Valentines Day Countdown Eight- Walter
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Summary: you plan a treat for Walter, but find yourself out of your depth. Maybe you shouldn’t poke the bear?
Warnings: Adult Situations, 18+, Smut, Bdsm, Toys, Bondage, Name calling, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, Slave/Master
A/N: here is number …Eight? In the countdown. I was unsure for Walter but im actually really pleased with this one! Enjoy ladies~
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Pull It Harder {A.B}
Summary: When you accidently pull Andy’s hair during movie night, you awaken new kinks for the both of you.
Pairing: Andy Barber/Reader
Word Count 1.8K
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Oral, Pain kink, Hair pulling kink, slight daddy kink
Requested Yes: What are the chance that hair pulling Andy/Ransom/any of them, I don’t care who you pick while laying in bed and really exciting him can go into your “let’s indulge aRmber” writing list
A/NII: I stand by the fact (which I made up) that Chris Evans has a pain kink. But Andy, lawyer daddy, Barber. Lawyer daddy with the tattoos that only you and a burly giant man who looks like Liam Neeson from that little tattoo shop in the next town knows about.
He has a pain kink too.
And you find out in the best way possible.
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one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber
→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader
→ word count: 7074
→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)
→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen… anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics, gif by @evansensations
There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.
“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”
“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”
“Well, you could try a little harder.”
Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”
Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”
“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”
Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”
“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”
You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”
There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”
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Okay so I had a dream earlier and I was hoping you’d write it?
In the dream Andy was fucking me in the asshole, and had a vibrator in my pussy, and was three fingers deep in my throat while making me watch in a mirror and whispering things like “look at my desperate slut” “you’re completely stuffed baby” “you’re taking me so well” “you’re just my cock hungry whore aren’t you” and like it got me feelin some type of way so can you um...please write that?
okay first of all can we please trade dreams??
OBVIOUSLY smut but warning for anal, choking, degradation, overstimulation, slight bimbofication fetish (???), kinda corruption kink
“you’re takin’ it so good baby, remember how you said it wouldn’t fit? how your tiny little ass couldn’t take me? now look at you, honey, look at how good this pretty hole is stretching for my cock...”
you were completely delirious, barely able to comprehend his words since it took all the brain power you had to process being this full of him.
his fingers in your mouth left you drooling and robbed you of any opportunity to respond (which would’ve gone to waste anyway, since you had nothing of meaning to say), the vibrator in your pussy made everything more sensitive and more numb at the same time somehow, and of course, his cock in your ass made your legs quiver and your mind melt.
you really hadn’t believed it would fit. but now you couldn’t imagine how you’d ever lived without this, what life was even like before you were andy’s little toy, just holes for him to fill.
you couldn’t remember how you ever got off on anything but being his. you knew, logically, that at some point in your life ‘sex’ had meant spreading your legs so some guy could jackhammer into you for a few minutes, but you had no real understanding of how that had ever been possible.
ever since you’d met andy (or, ever since an hour after you met andy), sex had meant being reduced to a subverbal state, a limp and drooling mess subjected to the constant supply of pleasure that he gave so effortlessly.
“hmm, you love being my pretty fuckdoll don’t you? you love when I use all your holes, right?”
you could nod, so at least that was something. you moaned when he pushed in deeper, which you hadn’t even thought was possible despite having every opportunity to memorize his length.
“ever had anything this big in you, honey? no? didn’t think so, you can barely take it... your legs are shaking, baby, can you hold yourself up or do you need help? poor thing...”
he was doting, even if there was an edge of condescension to it all. and you deserved it, because you’d proven many times that you did need help to do what he needed you to. sometimes your hands were too weak to rub your clit like he asked so he did it for you, or you were too tired to suck his cock properly so he let you relax as he held your head and fucked your throat.
he did seem to have a strange obsession with your mouth. he was always filling it with something-- his tongue, his fingers, a gag, his cock, even dildos so he could see you suck something while he fucked you. although sometimes you thought that was more for your benefit as he had proven that sucking a cock always made you desperately wet.
but that hadn’t even been true before you met him, to be honest.
“oh my god, baby, your pussy’s fucking dripping... you’re making a big ol’ mess, angel, is it the vibe or is it getting fucked in the ass? hm? what’s making you so wet?”
he didn’t take his fingers out of your mouth, so he must not have wanted you to respond. after all, he already knew the answer.
“it’s both, right? you just love being stuffed as full as you can... you just love when I use you however I want...”
you choked as his fingers pushed deeper, tears which had been swelling at the corners of your eyes finally breaking free and spilling down your cheeks.
“oh, it feels good, huh? is that why you’re crying? I know it is, honey, I know it feels so fucking good when you give me what I want...”
his thrusts moved faster and rougher, your body finally pliant enough for it. his cock was bumping into the vibrator and knocking it into your g-spot, which was already a lot but it was also a rabbit and therefore your swollen, sensitive clit was getting some excessive attention as well.
“is it too much? you can take it, baby, such a good whore for me...”
the shift from praise to degradation was sometimes a little subtle, but it always meant he was getting closer to coming. he’d go back to being nice again afterwards, but his mean streak when he was pushing towards the edge made your walls clench excitedly.
“yeah, you love it so fuckin’ much, love being a stupid fucking whore for me...”
“take it, bitch, take my fuckin’ cock up your slutty little ass.”
“I’m close, baby, I bet you want me to come inside so you can feel me leaking out of your asshole all night, right? fuck, I need to do this again in the morning so you can go to work with my come in you and feel it all day... something to remind you that even when you’re bein’ all smart and professional in public, you’re still my dumb fucking slut, my brainless little toy for me to use whenever I want. and you love it.”
you moaned in agreement as one of countless orgasms washed over you, sensations becoming so overwhelming that you worried you’d pass out.
“that’s it baby, you just lay there and take it while I put my come as deep in you as I can, alright?”
you did, because there was nothing else you could do. the sound of his moans as he came inside you never ceased to send shivers up your spine.
“fuck, did so good baby, so good for me...”
he whispered his praises as he showered you in gentle kisses, turning off the vibrator and pulling his fingers from your mouth so you could finally breathe properly.
but he didn’t pull out of your ass just yet, letting your body keep his cock warm all night.
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Paper Thin
Summary: Paper thin walls lead to an interesting result!
Author Notes: FUCK ME SIDEWAYS - today is a heck of a horny day!
Please find the continuation of a smut bomb I detonated earlier today - this is for @achaoticaugust and @littlefreya and I blame Henry himself for this ridiculousness!
Warnings: SMUUUUUT (though somewhat less explicit than usual!)
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i’m gonna put a little cut here because it’s lengthy and maybe you don’t got time for that. read below if you want.
also this wasn’t meant to be serious just something i thought of.
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