The Way I Wanna Fuck Venom So Bad😭

So what NSFW thoughts do you have about Rhett Abbott?

What NSFW thoughts don’t I have about Rhett?!

First and foremost: Rhett fucks, like if you want it slow and soft you have to ask

After rodeos he has you ride him like how he rode the bull

Rhett will take you out in the pasture and the bed of his truck will be filled with blankets and pillows and he’ll just fuck the ever loving shit out of you (bc it’s the pasture, the only things to hear you are the Cattle)

Royal has asked that you two keep your activists to the pasture or your place/Rhett’s room bc he’s caught the two of you in the hayloft one to many times

Man’s keeps condoms everywhere, in the glove compartment of the truck, in the center council of the truck, the toolbox in the truck, in the bed of the truck, his shirt pockets, pants pockets. Cecilia sewed a small pocket in the back of Rhett’s had for hanky’s and bandanna for when Rhett gets sweaty: he used it to store condoms

When you ride him, he’ll place his hat on your head, and he goes absolutely feral when you place on hand on his chest and the other on the hat to keep it on your head

HE WILL MARK YOU UP! The amount of hickies, bruises, and scratch marks the two of you leave on each other is insane (one time Amy asked if you fell off a horse one time when she saw a set of bruises on your thighs) #IFellOffMyHorse

Good luck blowjobs before rodeos

No matter where you are or what you’ve been doing, he is THE BEST at aftercare (You bet your ass Cecilia raised a gentleman)

hey guys, i just found a few minors following my blog and i feel like now is a good time to remind everyone that

my blog is 18+. if you are not 18 or older, please do not interact with my blog or my writing!

this man has permission to do whatever he wants to me, like pls sir, I beg🙇🏻‍♀️

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this man has completely overtaken my life and heart. i love him more than anything, here is some filthy thoughts

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: shang chi (shaun) x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, oral (m & f), fingering, unprotected sex, mommy kink, use of sex toys (ties, vibrators, plugs), sub!shaun, dom!reader, overstimulation, breeding kink, mentions of nudes and videos, exhibitionism, light choking, soft!dom shaun, potential dub-con, if i missed one please let me know!

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

shaun wants to be close to you- holding your body close to his, feeling your heartbeat. if you aren't particularly fond of being held afterward, he'll trace patterns on your forearm as your body relaxes and your breathing slows down.

still bare, your legs tangled together and your head nuzzled into his chest. he'll whisper small praises and crack a few jokes to lessen the intensity. even though he praises your body while having sex, he takes a little extra time to help cool your body down.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

there is nothing he loves more than your hands. how delicate they are and how quickly they can shift into a means of pleasure. your fingers dragging down his torso or gripping his as he pins them above your head- he loves how perfectly they fit inside his.

he loves how skilled they are and how easily he melts at the slightest graze or touch.

shaun's mouth does wonders. from the words that flow past his lips to the way his lips close around your clit- or nip are your neck. he doesn't even have to speak before helpless moans and desperate pants escape yours. there is nothing it can't do and very little that it won't try.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

the place he cums more than anywhere else is inside you, he is mesmerized by the sight of the cum dripping out from your cunt. every so often, he'll cum in your mouth- allowing you to taste you- before he pulls you up by the throat, kissing your lips.

"feel that? feel my cum fillin' that pretty little pussy up?" he'd grunt against your ear, keeping his pace.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

shaun wants you to take the reigns. there is nothing better than when you're under his body completely at his mercy- but there are times when he wants to see you pin him down, take control and leave him a whimpering mess.

"oh you like that don't you, baby?" taunting him as he lays before you, wrists bond the ends of the bed. a whimper escapes his lips as you pull down the fabric of his underwear. his cock twitching and his hips bucking upward, needy and pathetic. "so impatient, baby boy... you know mommy doesn't like that,"

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

there is an average amount of experience. being in your mid-twenties when the blip happened, refocused his attention. once everyone came back, weekend hookups became a regular thing.

even with minimal experience, shaun knows what he is doing. there was definitely trial and error that took place in college, but he is pretty well-rounded.

F = Favorite Position (Self-explanatory)

up against a wall while your legs wrap around his waist. moments where you find yourself in this position, usually resulted from the desperate and needy desire to take you to whatever karaoke bar or hole in the wall bar.

"shaun, i swear if someone sees-" clutching around his neck, moaning against his ear. "nobody will see us, i promise," his cock slid inside you with ease, arousal coating him. "fuck, baby," his raspy grunt filled your ears.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy

shaun believes sex should be fun and exciting, but also intense and intimate. the balance is something he's mastered. being able to keep things fresh, new, and lighthearted, but also close, intimate and tender- is not something that is easy, but he believes that you shouldn't have to choose.

he embraces the imperfect moments, like a mishandle or readjust the resulted in a head bump or the plans with food play not going right.

H = Hair (Are they well-groomed?)

shaun is well-groomed and kept.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he rises above and beyond expectations. the average session is all about making sure you're taken care of first and that you're comfortable. one way he makes sure to achieve this, is thorough foreplay and communication.

shaun prioritizes communication. if there is something that either of you isn't feeling, then it needs to be said- or if there is something that either of you really likes, it also needs to be said. it has helped your sex life immensely.

big moments in your relationship would call for the grand gestures. those are the moments for the hotel suites, food play, experimenting with new ideas, etc.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

yes. if you're away and he needs a release, he'll masturbate to videos of pictures you have sent him or have taken together. if you're at work, he'll usually wait it out as long as he can.

when you're way visiting family or on a girls weekend, you'll send him some throughout the time away. they'll be random times and sometimes not at the most convenient time. the worst time being while he's at work, having to greet guests and stand in full view for everyone.

that's when he'd excuse himself to the bathroom.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

the favored one being praise- giving or receiving. he loves to mumble under his breath as he kisses down your body or let a "good girl" slip through daily life. this catches you off guard, causing your to press your legs together or a flushed face.

other than the more normal kinks such as breeding, being dominant- he loves to see how far he can push you. overstimulation would be his favorite. "i know you can do it, just one more!" he coos, toying with your clit and his tongue slipping in and out of you. "almost there, baby, i can feel it,"

one that most wouldn't think about is holding. shaun would see it while scrolling and be hesitant to try- but once he saw how much you whimper and squirm as he presses on your stomach. "shaun..." the whine was like music to his ears. "you're doing so well for me,"

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

nothing beats the comfortability of your own home, but the car rides home are one's that he loves just as much. how impatient you get or how he just can't help but rub the inside of your thigh. he'll pull over into an empty parking lot, slipping in the backseat.

you're straddling his lap, grinding against him- making out shamelessly. he nips at your neck and drags his lips down to your breasts. as the windows fog and the breathing gets heavier, shaun loses all self-control and strips you bare.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

touching. anywhere or any time. if you want to get him going, it's the light finger tracing on his arm or playing with his fingers.

while cuddling and the adjustments. "baby, please," he chokes as your ass wiggles against his crotch, trying to find a more comfortable position. for a moment you'll stop, but you slide up and down fixing your shirt that got cut on the sheets. "are you trying to turn me on?"

N = No (Something they will not do. Turnoffs.)

shaun is willing to try anything once but has the basic hard limits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

shaun understands how important foreplay is- and he loves it. his favorite being oral. at first there was a lot of trial and error on finding the exact spots that made your eyes roll and hips squirm- but when he found them? it was game over for you.

shaun could stay down there for hours- he's addicted to the taste of you. holding your hips down as he continues through your high. "stay. still. i'm not done yet, i can't get enough of this pretty pussy,"

he knew your body like no other. his tongue is skilled in toying with your clit, flicking against the sensitive nerve. the motions warming your cunt, arousal coating his chin and lips. "look at the mess you made, baby,"

on the receiving end, shaun couldn't help but spew praises. as well as he knew your body, you knew his. "just like that" "you're doing so good for me!" "there you go, right there- fuck!" shaun holds your hair back in a make-shift ponytail, guiding your mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

he has mastered both. shaun understands when to be more dominant and rough- and when not to be. as much as he loves the rough stuff, shaun loves being able to connect with you and be close to you- so slow and sensual is the specialty.

the hand holding, eye contact, and kissing during sex type sensual- the bodies syncing and cumming together type sensual.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

they are a must. happening everywhere and anytime. bar bathrooms, karaoke rooms, cars- shaun doesn't let the location stop him from taking you right then and there. of course, they aren't your main source of pleasure, but they happen more often than not. with every few

"shaun, we can't do it here!" shouting quietly as he pulls you through the crowd of people. "we'll be fine, nobody will see us, i promise!" shaun opens the karaoke booth door, closing it behind him- lips attaching to your neck. "i'll be quick," he mumbles against your skin.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

the thrill of being caught? turns him on even more. he loves the idea that he's deep inside you and someone catching you? sends him over the edge. even just a quick make-out session in the hallway of the bar drives him wild.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

he has average stamina, they'll last a couple rounds- but he cums each round.

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

there is very little that he isn't willing to do to make you cum. if he wants to add a bit more, he'll add that vibrator or plug. he isn't afraid to use toys on you, especially if it means he'll hear the sweet sound of your whimpers.

he loves the videos of your playing with your toys- the sight of your fingers playing with your cunt and the vibartor against your clit- he's home within minutes.

"you can do it, baby, i believe in you," he taunts, placing the vibrator on your clit. your nails into his arm, "shaun i can't-" he coos, "yes you can, just one more for me."

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

he prides himself on how worked up he can manage to get you. out in public, the small innuendos, the text messages, rubbing the inside of your thigh? all just to see the flustered expression and rising chest.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

shaun is shamelessly vocal. he doesn't hide or holds back any sounds. he is a dirty talker, he loves to communicate during sex- making sure everyone is comfortable and everyone is safe.

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

the soft!dom is strong with shaun. he is patient and affectionate with you, treating you with the utmost care and making sure that you are the priority- giving you everything that you ever wanted.

but the moment you cop an attitude, talkback? all bets are off. the sweet calm man in front of you quickly turns into the stern dom, not afraid to put you in your place.

"you want to try that again?" you stand your ground, "nope." this sends him over, he grips your throat- pushing you against the wall. "are you sure about that?"

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

slightly above average, nothing too insane- just right.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

once he met you, he wants you twenty-four seven.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

shaun is passed out within the hour if you're at home. if you're not home, adrenaline pumps through him and makes him more energized.

the concept of someone you’re into masturbating to the thought of you really is just one of the absolute hottest things ever

home is where you're mine

premise: in nevarro you and din can finally breathe and spend your days christening every surface of your home.

pairing: din djarin x (f)reader

word count: 911

warnings: eighteen+ content, established relationship, riding, unprotected p in v, tiny little taste of possessive!din, domestic life, public-ish encounter, 'etyc' means dirty, 'mesh’la' means beautiful.

note: did i have an absolute panic attack over actually writing in the mando world instead of doing an au? yeah yeah i did, but thanks to my bbys @psychedelic-ink and @pedrito-friskito i got over it and wrote this filth <3.

The skin on Din’s neck feels as hot as your body does. The sun, having gone down hours ago, did little to cool the warm air—the humidity that’s clinging to your body and making sweat gather at your brow and run down your spine as your breath heaves your chest with your ministrations. 

There’s an ache in the heel of your foot that you ignore. That does not deserve a second thought, maneuvering around, or changing of position when this one feels too good. 

When Din is letting you take control, letting your fingers move to the only skin visible and hold onto it like a lifeline. Like you’d float away from the building pleasure if you didn’t have something, some kind of contact that wasn’t his gloved hand bunching up your dress at the top of your ass so he can grip and pull you down onto his length. The only helping hand he’s giving.

Since the two of you had made—what you hoped was—a permanent home in Nevarro. Until another bounty called Din away, now giving you a place to safely wait for his return. A cabin big enough for the three of you. A space that wasn’t covered in scrap metal and piles of weapons or debris. 

You know, in truth, that you’d live under any conditions if it kept Din on your side. The child on your hip or by your feet. 

But this place felt special. Like the three of you could finally take a deep breath and let your guard down for half a second without feeling remorseful over it. 

The porch had quickly become Din’s favorite spot to relax. To put his feet up and watch the sky, the terrain—Grogu, as he basked in the daylight and played with his food. 

Which is where you found him tonight after the child had drifted to sleep and the two of you were alone. The planet seemingly quiet when it knew the two of you needed it. When you leaned against the doorway and Din held out his hand to you. Pulling you into his lap. A calming silence shared between the two of you as you took in the stars. 

A moment that seemed too good to pass up. To not continue to take advantage of the space you had been given to have Din inside of you. 

No need to sneak around or find a darkened corner. 

It’s as if the two of you needed to break in every surface within the new space. Home. 

Your cheek pressed into the wall, a counter, a table. Your fingers leaving indents in the fabrics of seats, beds, and blankets. It was only right that you carry on that same streak in Din’s favorite spot. 

“Should we-” he began, the shake of your head cutting him off as your hips rocked against him. As he grew the more your sweet whimpers fell, and your fingers danced along the beskar of his chest plate. “Etyc,” his gloved hand coming down to tap at your ass, making you grin.

It didn’t take long for you to free his cock and position him at your entrance. To get yourself this close from the motion of your hips, the angle making the fabrics of his pants rub against your clit with each gyrate. Each time he bucked up into you just a little harder than the last. 

You let out a gasp when the warmth of his glove covers one of your breasts. His fingers pull down the—now—flimsy fabric from your shoulder to reveal it to him. To rub his thumb over your nipple in circles that make your moans grow in octaves. 

“Mesh’la,” Din groans. 

If this were in the darkness of your room, your roles would be reversed. Your vision cut off from him while he saw you in full. Running his mouth along your body. His teeth nipping at your breast until your body was pushing against him for more, to be filled by him. 

And if you asked him to take you to your bed right now, he would. Happily. He’d draw out your orgasm by making you fuck his tongue, pulling away when you were at that precipice only to shove his cock inside your trembling walls. Repeating the actions until you’re begging him to let you come. 

You have many nights for history to repeat itself, though. 

Right now, you’re so close, and the way Din’s hips are moving in tandem with your own lets you know he is too. That neither of you could move even if you truly wanted to because your pleasure is too much. Coming to that crescendo that makes you see a galaxy behind your eyelids when you can feel him twitch against your clenching walls from reaching your climax together. 

The gloved hand at your breast trails up the column of your neck, gripping your chin to bring your forehead to the warmth of his helmet before splaying the palm over your mouth. “The sounds you make when you come are just for me.” He grunts, your hips moving in unison one, two, three more times before you’re both coming. Your moans fall into his hand. Caught and absorbed by the fabric as your body clenches and trembles against him. The deep bravado of the groan he tries to bite back shakes your chest as you lay against him. “Mine,” mixed into the jumble of words he spews breathlessly. 

miguel o’hara x assistant!fem! reader

SPOILERS ??!!

now we all know this man has some serious anger issues lmao but who wouldn’t love a grumpy man having this deep unspoken sexual tension between the two of you, right!? right. and along with that, SMUT! such a beautiful combo. but mild smut for now.

but here is some mild miguel smut for y’alls horny ass (and mine) <3

mild smut under the cut

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spiderman 2099. miguel. miguel motherfucking o’hara.

leader of the spider-society, an elite crew of various spider people from all across the multiverse, their mission to protect the multiverse from any threat that may come. sure, knowing how crazy it sounds that the multiverse is real and that— there are more variations of the spiderman you knew since all before this shitshow happened.

and to say, your relationship with the leader wasn’t all that bright in fact.

you’re not a spider person yourself but sometimes you wish you are seeing how fucking cool spider-woman, jessica drew, a fellow member, along with other members coming in are (hobie, gwen, pavitr and so on.) but no radioactive spider ever bit you sadly. you are human, human as ever working under miguel o’hara as his assistant (more of a manager really) even though he has lyla, the virtual sweetheart, you still had some things you can do which are a big help in all the management for the spider-society.

miguel, as a boss, well— he’s a fucking menace sometimes as you grit your teeth to yourself, walking swiftly into the familiar hallways you always passed through, captured anomalies around your vision until you arrive at the fairly narrow one, meaning you were almost close. all the people knew how fucking grumpy he was, always snapping out of nowhere, sharp comments and unnecessary hurtful ones too when he’s super mad. you’ve dealt with all of that since the foundation was found— and he’s kinda a loner. you sigh, knowing from the looks of what has happened today regarding miles morales, things weren’t looking so great. and you had to ask him somehow about the situation and see how it goes, well not or not.

your feet echoed through the vast space of his lab, his platform was up high as always and you can hear him grumbling a top, watching every scenario of what happened. your heels clicked as you stopped, looking up, blue light restricting your vision as you coughed for his attention. cringing already inside as you heard the audios pause.

then silence.

silence….

more silence….

silenceeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“what?” he asks from above in a clip manner.

“heard from lyla.” you merely quip back, shrugging your shoulders.

“and?” he grunts, resuming his work as the platform above descends down. ah, sassy. you think, usual miguel— not the mad one, real lifesaver for whatever you’re gonna say right now.

“nothing.” you say, waiting for the damn platform to come down faster. “i may have a few questions where this leads-“

“what questions?” he asks, the platform finally stops at the usual height, making miguel who’s back is turned from you visible.

“about the situation. miles morales.”

“ask lyla about that.” he dismisses you again, tone a little sharper. the back of his muscles flex, super suit clinging tight, his mask the only one that was removed. tousled dark hair seen as he clicks away on his screen, the voices of miles and gwen emitting. you gulp, sighing as you tried for one more.

“it’s more of a personal question for you-“

“has it ever occurred that i don’t answer those kind of questions?” he cuts you off, the footage he was watching paused as he slowly turned around to finally face you. your eyes meet his, familiar red ones looking down at you, face scrunched a bit as if he was annoyed already,

“i know.” you slowly say as he crosses his arms. muscle bulging, making you avert from his gaze for a moment, which embarrassed you. “but all i’m saying or asking is that are you going to make it easy for the kid?”

something in his eyes snap at your question. he jumps down, landing swiftly in front of you as he stands up, towering your frame. you roll your eyes, his shadow blocking the light from you as his hands were situated on his waist, meaning he was ready to argue. but you can’t argue how eager you feel seeing how close he is. heat radiating from him, the way he never leaves his eyes off you and his overall presence.

“what is easy in all this, really, huh?” he harshly spits out. “the faith of the multiverse is in danger. and who’s responsible to fix that? me! so no, i’m gonna make it easy for the kid. he was the one who started all of this if you can remember.”

“oh, i remember and i remember clearly telling you how all of this— this is happening is very much-“

“no, no, no. that is completely out of the logical reason for why this happening. not the reason at all.” he says, his brow scrunching together as you too became fairly annoyed that he was cutting you off. an ass really.

“out of the reason? maybe it is the reason if you think about it!” you retort back, huffing out a sigh as he shakes his head turning away from you.

“miguel.” you call out to him. “miguel, for once, try and see through this. through miles.”

“i have a lot of things to do, y/n. arguing with you is not one.” he commands, as your shoulders sink, the familiar feeling of disappointment washing over you from his words.

“maybe if you could listen to me, we wouldn’t be arguing.” you stared at him with hard eyes, he tensed, looking to the side before he swiftly walks towards you again.

“why would i, huh?” he glares at you. “do you know everything i know enough to make everything right in the multiverse?” he stalks over to you, intent to make you listen clearly as you back away a bit from him but he doesn’t stop. “no. so no, there is no point in listening to you.” he growls the last sentence, the lump in your throat bitter as you two stared down at each other before he utters his last insults. the buzz of something blooms between you both. you could feel it, he could feel it. the two of you were just contemplating in the inside as miguel steps a bit closer to whisper it.

“you’re my assistant, know your place.”

your eyes widened at his words. but you could not shake the fact how deep he said it, the rumble in his voice making your brain go haywire at all the emotions you are feeling right now for him. the breaking point of your patience at its peak as you glared at him harshly, his face close to yours as you cursed at him.

“fuck you, miguel.” you spit out. his face suddenly changed as he fucking smirked. smirked! you stare at him as he opens his mouth to spit something out as well in retaliation for your insult.

“really? that’s all you got? i thought you were better at this, churri.” his smirk widens as you shy away, suddenly flustered at how fast he can make you embarrassed. you could feel his chest close to yours as you avert his hard gaze, making the said man snap something inside of him seeing you all crumpled beneath him.

“you’re all bark but no bite, sweetheart.” he whispers as you didn’t look at him. “look at me.”

the subtle growl in his voice caused you to obey him. you look up to meet his eyes again, seeing them red as ever, red with that low gaze that makes your thighs clench hard. the slow breaths between the two of you are only heard as miguel leans down, face closer to yours now.

“what’s making you shy, huh?” he asks, the argument from earlier clearly out of his head as he focuses on you. his one hand creeping up to gently caress yours, urging you to say it.

“miguel, please, stop playing with me.” you grumbled, ashamed how you liked how he was acting now. “it’s not funny.”

“i’m not joking around, am i?” he sasses but you held your hard gaze on him which he surrenders. “alright, i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not.” you sighed, knowing there will never be a genuine sorry from him which leaves you utterly defeated, more upset how you know he’s toying with your emotions right now. “i’ll take my leave.”

“y/n, don’t…”

“please stop.” you raise your hand for him to stop.

“i’m sorry.” he genuinely says, gripping your hand gently back down, squeezing it softly. his big gloved hand envelops yours as you studied his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking around. miguel practically knew what’s going on between the two of you, which of course why he liked arguing with you. the way your eyes would dilate all the time and beat of your heart racing whenever he gets super close to your personal space. addicting yet a dick move he was doing because in all, he very much likes you. and this time, this time it all snaps at the pinnacle seeing you shamelessly stare at his lips.

“thank you.” you softly say, glancing at his lips, the fangs subtly showing behind them as miguel swiftly dips forward to finally kiss you with such fervor.

your eyes widened as you gripped his broad shoulders, toes tip toeing, heart pounding as his arms wrapped around your waist. you moan out on his lips as you kissed him back the same passion. months of ignoring the unspoken tension between the two of you and at this moment it happened! you think that this all sinks in because of the situation, and you are right in your head. all of this should happen.

“miguel.” you pant breathily between his lips as he shushed you with another one, too lost in the moment.

“miguel please.” you begged for more as his hands dip down to squeeze your ass, lifting you up effortlessly with his spidey strength as your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.

“i know.” he kisses your chin down to your neck, slowly walking to the desk nearby. your breasts squished together with his hard chest as you grind down, feeling the evident bulge underneath you.

“you’re an ass, ya know?” you mumbled in his ear as he sits you down on the desk, objects scattering at the impact. he continues his ministrations, the things he was supposed to do are far long gone in his head as his hand dip down to where your legs were open for him.

“that i certainly know.” he admits, you giggle suddenly knowing how defensive he is when people point that out.

“but right now, i’m being very nice, amor. very nice.” he whispers, nipping your ear as his gloved hand touches you there, the pencil skirt you were wearing scrunched up above your knees. you gasp, clutching his shoulders again as he chuckles lowly, feeling the wetness as his eyes stared at you with this animosity as he kneels down, kissing your thighs before he sharply opens your thighs wide. your covered cunt staring right before him, begging to be eaten and he sure will be. he looks up to see you, this wild look in your eyes as you nodded for approval which makes him genuinely smile.

“i’m feeling generous today. it’s a once in a lifetime scenario, huh? so you better feel lucky today.”

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I HOPE I DIDN’T MAKE MIGUEL OOC CUZ I ONLY WATCHED THE MOVIE ONCE. ANYWAYS PART 2? <3

oh god this has me going absolutely feral, ugh what i would give to have sam fuck me like this-

Training Day

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader

Summary: The one where training with Sam leads to other things

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: look….it’s smut. choking, semi public sex, female receiving oral, spanking (once really) unprotected sex (wrap it before they tap it), creampie, daddy kink (just the name used once), size kink because sam was so gd beefy in tfatws and it makes me feral 

A/N: SAM WILSON PIN ME TO THE WALL CHALLENGE. This one goes out to my main Samhoes @ritesofreverie​ & @certainaesthetic​ This is obviously set after TFATWS so Sam is Captain America (AS HE SHOULD BE). The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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Men who sound like they’re gonna cry when they cum.

warnings: sexting, dirty talk, mutual masturbation

Sending Modern!Eddie nudes just to tease him. He doesn’t respond right away, making you think that he might be busy planning a campaign or playing the guitar, that’s far from the case.

In minutes, he’s calling you, and you can hear his deep groans, the wet schlick of his ringed hand pumping his throbbing cock.

“This is what you wanted, yeah?” You could hear his breath pick up over the phone as he squeezed at the tip of his cock. “You just wanted to hear me jerk off.”

“Uhuh.” You couldn’t deny it, not when he sounded so good.

Absentmindedly, you reached a hand into your pants and felt just how soaked you were from hearing him. It didn’t surprise you, though. You always had this reaction when it came to Eddie.

“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how bad I want to slide into that pussy.” The schlick sound picked up the pace, and you rubbed against your clit, trying to match it. “Just want to stretch you open and watch your pussy take all that I have to give.”

“E-Edie… please.” Your head was thrown back at the image of his cock splitting you open. You didn’t know how badly you needed it until just now.”

“Yeah? That’s my pussy, isn’t it? I’m gonna use it until you’re begging me to stop.”

You heard a rustling over the phone. The sound of his belt buckle clanking together echoed loud enough for you to hear.

“I can’t take it any longer,” Eddie ran to his van. “I’m coming over.” You could hear the door open along with the old engine start-up. “You better be ready for me, sweetheart, because I’m going to leave you a sweaty and cum filled mess.”

he deserves all the love and orgasms in the world. 💕