Kse22chili - Katerinapetrova

Older!König x Innocent!reader Fluff

"Which one" Stepping out of your shared closet, you look down at your outfit (for story purposes I chose the outfit) short black skirt and a grey sweatshirt. Holding two pairs of high knee socks you hold them out in front of you.

"The white one, Engel." He smiles at you, making grabby hands from his spot at the end of your shared bed. Walking towards him you toss the two pairs of socks next to him before climbing into his lap. Smiling sweetly up at him before leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm almost done," you smile at him once more before pressing another kiss on his cheek. He settles you in his lap so now your bum is on resting on his thighs and siting forwards. He grabs the pair of white socks before lifting your leg up and putting the long sock on. After putting both socks on he taps your thigh.

"Go get your shoes for me, Schatz" Sliding off his lap and onto the floor, you walk back to your shared clothes. Walking back to him with the shoes in hand, he takes them, setting them next to his thigh. Picking you up and settling you back on his lap once more. Lifting your foot up, he leans over putting your shoe on and tying it before doing the same for your other foot.

"Thank you," giving him a kiss on the lips before sliding off his lap. Standing in front of him, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him to you.

"Of course, Schatz" he kisses your lips before standing to his full height. Back to him towering over you his hand pats your head before running his fingers through your hair.

"Come," his hand grabs your much smaller one, dragging you out of your room and into your living room. Grabbing the keys off of the counter he leads you to the front door, opening it for you. As you past by him and outside just in front of the door he kiss the top of your head.

"Im very proud to admit the car is mega, but you still need someone to execute well"

‼️SAY ‼️IT ‼️LOUDER ‼️

Moth to Flame [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Masterlist of Chapters.

A masterlist of all currently posted chapters both up on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) and here on Tumblr. Like/save the post! UwU! Moth to Flame continues its main storyline with Moth to Flame Part II.

18+, explicit smut read. All specific warnings available on AO3. Sexy Michael Corleone gifs only available on Tumblr chapter uploads.

1949. Your name is Victoria Ferrari, and you’re the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York—the Ferrari’s. When the Ferrari family began to gain heavy influence and power, it struck a power imbalance with the Corleone’s. To bind the families together as one in an offering of peace, friendship and business, you are to be married to their youngest son, Michael Corleone. As you ensnare yourself in the life of a mob wife by Michael’s side, what you don’t know is his old ties with Kay Adams, your best friend from Dartmouth, and that he returned from Sicily a widower. A ruthless mob boss to be, you unravel Michael’s dark past and the brutality that has changed his personality. You find yourself adapting to your new life, betrayed by those you love most, and in high profile to Ferrari and Corleone family enemies. Falling deeply in love with Michael, you enter a life and marriage filled with secrets and darkness. Bearing his children, supporting his crime empire and following him into the shadows, you’re unable to deny your passion and desire to the new Don. When it comes to Michael Corleone, you are but a moth to a flame.

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Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter Masterlist.

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“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano [AO3] / [Tumblr].

i’ve been thinking a lot about carlos with an innocence kink… would you be open to write something about that?

inocencia — c. sainz

nothing compares to the beauty in your innocent eyes expecting his next move.

cw: smut (innocence kink, inexperience, light manipulation)

And he shows me, he knows me

Carlos did not let go of the door handle as he entered your room. He feared the scene unfolding on his bed would cause him to lose all sense of balance. The unmade bed matched your frustrated expression, slightly furrowed eyebrows and glassy eyes suddenly opening up in response to getting caught.

Your inexperienced body awkwardly straddled a pillow, underwear visibly misplaced though still covering your core. A thin tank top pressed against your chest, tracing with its softness your hardened nipples. Blown pupils consumed his dark eyes as he couldn’t take his sight off your corrupted figure.

''I was just playing around and it started to feel good down there." You explained with your head down as the door closed behind him. Strong footsteps got closer to the bed as you focused on the white crumpled object pressing against your pussy.

Silence reigned again as you could feel his presence right in front of you, an overpowering shade consuming your frame. His firm hands held your face with great delicacy, connecting his reassuring gaze with your lost one. “But it doesn’t feel nice anymore. I just feel— frustrated.” You confessed.

He pushed back a few hair strands, getting a steady grip on your hair and slightly pulling on it to make you look up at him. "I can make that little ache between your legs go, baby. It would feel so good, I promise."

You looked absolutely entranced by his proposal, almost admiring the way he handles you in such a sensitive state. ''Please make it go away, Carlos."

Absolute fucking music to his ears.

How could he deny his curious little girl an orgasm she had probably been chasing for hours? He would teach you how to take care of that needy cunt when he can’t be there to do it himself. Still holding you by the hair, Carlos brought you closer, lips about to be abused by his eager kissing. “I’m gonna show you how to make yourself orgasm, hermosa. But you have to make a promise too.”

You could already taste the satisfaction only he had been able to give you before. “Anything.” He smirked at your desperate response.

“Every single time you come, I’m gonna be the only thing in your dumb little head. Me fucking you stupid, baby. Promise me that and I’ll show you everything.” He didn’t miss the way your legs attempted to close, causing the pillow between your legs to press further against your clitoris.

“Fuck— I promise.” You almost moaned as expectation brewed inside you to unprecedented amounts. He immediately captured your lips again, his hand massaging your tits through your shirt. The room seemed to become hotter by the second as his wandering hand stopped right on top of your underwear, the mere touch of his fingers sending shivers down your spine.

“Quieta.” (Stay still.) Carlos instructed with determination as he looked into your eyes, his right hand feeling up the lace on the small piece of clothing. He pinched it in between his thumb and index finger, pulling the fabric upwards into your most sensitive spot. You screamed into the kiss as he played with your pussy, pulling from your underwear and moving it side to side.

A numbing sensation overtook your abdomen as he finally pushes the pair of panties to the side, stroking your folds with his fingers. He brought your own hand previously tangled into his hair down to your center, guiding it towards your wet hole. “Fuck yourself for me, preciosa.”

The sensation of your fingers loosening up your tight pussy was underwhelming, absolutely nothing compared to the girth his cock molded you for. Even as you curled your fingers in search of your release, a desperate tear ran down your cheek— you needed him to make you feel like only he can.

“Are your tiny fingers not enough, baby?” He mocked as he swiftly took over, pushing your hand away as he replaced it with his own. Thick fingers got so deep into you that your whole body rocked with his repetitive motions, his chest supporting your weight as you felt like passing out. “I can feel you tightening on my fingers, amor— just imagine how much better that would feel on my cock.”

Carlos felt your whole body finally collapse against his, eyes unable to open due to the climax controlling your every sense. The bed was absolutely soaked as the relentless speed of his fingers had you squirt for the first time ever. “I tried to teach you but you’re just too perfect not to fuck you myself. No one will ever make you feel as good as I do, hermosa.”

Captain Price who indulges his little darling too often that she has become a little spoiled, always expecting his attention instead of respecting that he is also a busy man who has a squad to lead, protect and fight alongside.

The last thing he needs is a bratty attitude from you because you're whining for his attention that has been off of you all of fifteen minutes, pawing at him and whining that you're bored and want his cock... "pretty please, Daddy?"

Cue to a moment later where his laptop is slammed shut, you on top of it atop his desk as he's slamming his hips into you, fat cock splitting apart your slick cunt as he glares down at you with a disdainful look...

"Couldn't wait until I was finished aye?" He sneered at the babbling response you'd give, eyes teary and glazed over.

"Just couldn't wait for yer' Daddy's cock that you had to be a brat huh?" He'd reach around and stuff your mouth with three thick, calloused fingers as his hips pumped against your ass, stretching you on his cock as you drooled around his fingers.

He fucked you like that for another ten minutes, edging you so you wouldn't find release but he did; his cock spurting rope after hot rope of sticky white load deep into your pussy... afterwards you were plopped onto the floor at his feet, sobbing and sniffling and made to wait until he finished his work quietly and maybe then he'd let you cum.

kinktober | sunrise sensations - l.h.

day 6 - thigh riding | kinktober masterlist

summary: after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might  be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, thigh riding, morning sex, sleepy sex, light teasing, soft dom lewis hamilton.

w.c. 1.3k+

a/n: welcome to day 6. this event is bringing me all sorts of experiences, as this is my first time writing lewis. see you all next week for the next two fics. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

you wake up to the soft sound of lewis’ deep, steady breathing, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a golden hue on the room. you stretch beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he lay awake on his back, tattooed hand and arm draped lazily over his head. 

there’s something about the quiet moments like these that make your heart race. the way his peaceful expression contrasts with the intensity of the man during the day— always pushing himself, always striving for more. 

but this morning, you feel a different kind of need building inside you. you've always loved the warmth of lewis, the strength that seems to pulse just beneath the surface of his skin, even when he's at rest. and right now, in the hazy stillness of the morning, with your body craving something more, you can't resist the temptation to be closer.

you shift slightly in bed, propping yourself up on one elbow as you study his face, his features were softened due to his relaxed state. his lips were parted just enough to let his slow, rhythmic breaths escape, his eyes were fluttered closed, long eyelashes resting upon his skin. you bit your lip, the heat between your legs growing as you take in the sight of him.

quietly, you move yourself from laying with him to moving onto his body, positioning yourself so you're straddling his thigh. the movement stirs him just enough for his eyes to slowly open, his dark orbs staring down at you, flickering down to where your plush thighs captured his own. you took a deep breath before gulping, your heart racing as you pressed yourself down, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to dull the sensation of his muscular thigh beneath you.

lewis shifts slightly, the movement sending a spark of pleasure through your core. his thigh tenses reflexively, which caused a gasp to escape from your mouth, biting your lip to hold back a moan. you noticed how the lazy smirk made its way onto his face and it was evident he did it on purpose. it worked though, it's all the encouragement you need. you roll your hips experimentally, dragging yourself against him, your breath hitching at the friction. even half-asleep, his body is attuned to you, responding in ways that drive you crazy.

he let out a low hum, his head turning slightly toward you, and his arm dropped from behind his head to rest on your hip, fingers pressing gently into your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but it's enough to let you know he's aware, letting you know he's with you, even if he's not fully awake.

"mm, what're you doin', sweetheart?" his voice is thick with sleep, gravelly and soft, but there's a hint of amusement there too. it reaffirmed that he wasn’t against this, which you had silently doubted. 

you don't stop, your hips rolling again as you find a perfect rhythm— not too fast, but not too slow that it’s teasing— and the pressure against your clit sent shivers through your body. "needed you," you whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against his jawline. "you feel so good.." you told him, moaning against his warm skin when your clit pressed against his strong thigh just right. 

he hummed again, his hand tightening slightly on your hip, now guiding you to ride his thigh, knowing just what you like. his thigh flexed again beneath you, giving you just the right amount of pressure, and you can't help another quiet moan that slips from your lips. even in this half-asleep state, he knows exactly what you need.

"keep goin', then," he murmured, voice still rough but laced with his own desire now. his grip on your waist grew firmer, his body enjoying waking up to the moment, to you. you had never been like this before, and it was a welcome change. 

you quickened your pace, the slickness between your legs making it easy to glide against him. each movement sent a new wave of heat coursing through you, the building pleasure making your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop the sting of whines that left you at how good it felt, the sensations starting to become a little too much. his hand slipped under your shirt, large palm splayed against the small of your back, continuing to guide you as he helped you chase your release. 

the friction of his skin against your most sensitive spot was overwhelming, each roll of your hips bringing you closer to the edge that you so desperately desired. you pressed down harder, the pressure perfect as your pace grows more frantic; far from the steady pace you started with initially. your breath comes out in ragged gasps, and you can't focus on anything but the heat, the feeling of him beneath you, and the way he's letting you take what you need.

lewis’ other hand comes up, inked fingers brushing over your thigh, encouraging you without saying a word. his breathing had also changed, becoming heavier. you knew he was fully awake now, fully aware of the effect he's having on you.

"that's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble which turned you on even further. "you're so close, aren't you love? barely been on my thigh for a few minutes and you’re already about to break,” he cooed, fingers squeezing your soft thigh, and his other hand gripped your hip tighter. 

you nodded frantically in response, unable to form words as you continued to grind your hips desperately against him. you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the tightness building and building, the coil about to snap. it's almost unbearable. almost.

"come on, love," he whispered, his voice still husky from not being long awake.  he moved to sit himself up straighter— the movement adding more friction, which you whimpered at— and moved himself so his lips were ghosting your ear. "take it, take what you need,” he told you lowly, kissing the spot just below your ear. 

it’s all you needed to hear. with one final roll of your hips, you felt the tension snap, your release crashing over you in waves. your body shook, thighs trembling as you ground down against him, riding out the high. a breathless moan escaped you as you buried your face in the nape of his neck, your shaky hands gripping at his shoulders for support.

lewis’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, his calloused thumb traced lazy patterns on your skin as he let you come down from your high. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair as your breathing had started to slow down to a more regular pace.

for a while, the only sound in the room was your inconsistent breathing, as the warmth of his body helped to ground you as you lay draped over him, completely spent.

"good morning to you, too," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest. you could feel the smile in his words, that familiar, easy confidence he always carries with him.

you lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your face flushed and hair tousled, but you couldn’t help but bashfully smile back at him. "sorry, I couldn't wait,” you whispered, as the shyness overtook you once more. 

he grinned at you, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep, but filled with that spark you know all too well. "hey, no complaints here," he murmured, before he pulled you closer for a slow, lazy kiss which you happily reciprocated. 

after pulling away, you lay rested against him, with his arms wrapped around you— you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. moments like these, when it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other, are the ones you cherished the most.