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cheesydoesitstevie · 2 years

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okay all these scenarios made me think of my own sexy scenario, pervy best friend!Ari😳😌

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, somno, daddy kink, dd/lg overtones, smut, Ari is awful and evil, reader is super innocent, MINORS DNI

Ari’s your best friend who is secretly obsessed with you. Of course, you have no idea because you’re naive like that. Anyways, he likes having “sleepovers” with just the two of you, you know… bc you’re best friends... And he thinks it’s so adorable when you turn up at his doorstep with your little pink backpack filled with your pink plastic toothbrush and your pink heart-print PJs (a birthday gift from Ari) and a bunch of your stuffies bc of course you can’t leave them behind! Your favourite stuffie is clutched under your arm: a fluffy pink monkey called Mr Cutie. Ari bought him for you, obviously.

Anyways, Ari has a lot of fun sleepover activities planned. First, a movie. He deliberately picks one with plenty of sex scenes, and makes you sit on his lap because he’s “feeling cold.” He grinds up against you throughout the film, rocking your hips over him but it’s not a big deal bc you know Ari just gets fidgety, right? Then, he wants you to play with your stuffies while he watches—and he’s only joking when he grabs Mr Cutie and makes him give you kissies. Even when he forcibly spreads your legs and makes the stuffie kiss you down there… it’s all innocent, right? Ari’s just joking… and you feel guilty when you see the wet spot on your PJ shorts… hopefully Ari won’t notice, right?

The next sleepover activity Ari has planned for you guys is massage time. He’s heard about how girls go on spa days, and this is his idea of relaxation. You really want to help out, bc Ari’s on the football team and he’s always taking bad bumps. “This is where I’m hurting the most.” Ari says, guiding your hand to his crotch. And you gasp bc you’ve never touched a guy there before. But it’s just a massage, right? And Ari says his professional masseuse does this all the time. It’s totally innocuous when Ari tells you to rub your hand up and down, tells you how good you’re doing, how he wants you to go faster, how you’re making all his pain go away. “Am I doing this right, Ari?” “Yeah, princess. But you gotta look at me while you do it. And purse those lips for me too. Yeah, just like that. You look so innocent.” “Huh?” “Shhh, baby, just keep going. Daddy’s so close.”

And it’s so funny how Ari refers to himself as “daddy” sometimes. It confuses you, because Ari doesn’t have any kids! When you ask him about it, Ari tells you that it’s a special secret between you and him, and that he’ll tell you why when he knows you’re ready. Which you understand, because Ari always knows best. During yours and Ari’s sleepovers, however, Ari says that you have to call him daddy all night. It’s like a funny game of dare, and if you lose (mistakenly call him Ari instead of daddy) then you have to do a forfeit. Forfeits include: spanking (Ari spanks not only your ass, but your pussy too. And you feel guilty because it feels super nice when he does that). Other forfeits include: “popsicle” — this is a new thing invented by Ari that you guys haven’t tried yet. He says it’s a lot of fun and tests how well you can hold your breath as well as your gag reflex, so you’re excited for this forfeit—whatever it is!

And finally, when it’s time to sleep— you get to pick which side of Ari’s king-size bed you want to sleep on. But it’s strange, you always end up on top of him. Your head on his chest and your legs wrapped around him. You always apologise for being all up in his personal space, but Ari doesn’t mind. Sometimes, when you’re half asleep in the middle of the night, you can feel him moving around, almost frantically. He even jerks and humps against you, and clutches you so tightly. But he’s probably having bad dreams, or something. Which would explain why he moans and groans your name all night. You also have dreams whenever you have sleepovers with Ari — it always feels like there’s something wet and sticky all over you. But when you wake up, it’s always gone. It’s a weird dream to have, specially since you have it every time you share a bed with him. Strange.

You guys do a lot of other things at your sleepovers. Like kissing — Ari says it’s just for fun and that most best friends do this. You don’t know about that, but what you do know is that you look forward to sleepovers with Ari. He’s your best friend in the whole world. He’s so nice and he always looks out for you. He’s a big bad popular college football player but he always makes time for you. You both go to different colleges but he makes sure to visit you or buy you tickets to visit him. That’s why he’s the bestest friend a girl could have. That’s why you’re so lucky. Ari is irreplaceable for you. He’s perfect. He’s your best friend in the whole world and you love him. He’d never treat you wrong— that’s one thing you know for sure.

GAHH OKAY I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO WRITE THIS NOW. LIKE FULL LENGTH.

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I have a fantasy of Ransom whispering to me “ i can barely fit all of it “. He has girth can’t convince me other wise. Would he get off on that scenario?

Narcissist

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word Count: ~2.2K

A/N: sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask, it's really been a while 🙈 but sbjxhsbwsksjnwnxjhssjxs omg he would totally get off on this scenario🙈😳 he's THICC and he knows it😏😏😏 [gif credit to @forchrisevans] [not beta read, probably will edit later😅 just couldnt wait to post it🙈]

Warnings: 18+, literal PWP, smut (swearing, hand job/blow job, male oral receiving, messy thumb/cock/balls sucking, dirty talking, one spank on ass, slight coercion, teasing, mocking, degrading language, praise kink, vaginal sex, talk of come play, cream pie,) NSFW, minors DNI

“Open up, I want you to feel it with your mouth first...” Ransom sat down in his emerald accent chair with his legs opened, caressing your cheek and jaw before his thumb pushed past your lips and onto your tongue.

The subtle saltiness of his thumb was tasty somehow as you wrapped your lips around it immediately, suckling it while your tongue pushed against his thumb pad over and over again, eliciting a wicked grin from him.

“Eager, aren't we, hmm?” he raised his obnoxious eyebrow with a smirk.

Without letting go of his thumb in your mouth, you shuffled forward on your knees, situated yourself closer between his opened legs with your hands on his thighs, rubbing his muscles up and down. You wanted this to happen, or else you wouldn't have agreed to go home with him; you have heard so much about him, but you still wanted to see it for yourself, to see if his reputation holds up.

He held your chin with the rest of his fingers, watching you nod and blink your eyes up at him as you bobbed your head, eagerly moving and swirling your tongue around his thumb. “Good girl... Now, let's see if your pretty little mouth will fit on my cock, hmm?” he suggested while undoing his belt and pants with his free hand, reaching under his underwear to let his semi-hard cock free.

It was a sight to behold, to be honest, and the state that he was in wasn't even a full erection, which made you wonder... how were you going to swallow his full length... Oh god, how were you going to fit him in your pussy?

Before you could continue your thoughts, Ransom added pressure to the hold on your chin, his thumb pressed down slightly harder on your tongue as he pulled you forward. Maybe he could sense your concern, maybe he knew what you were thinking, maybe he had seen this face every time someone goes down on him, because that knowing smirk on his handsome face was almost TOO cocky.

“It doesn't suck itself, sweetheart... Come on...” he spurred you on as he withdrew his thumb, guiding your jaw closer to his crotch while he held his cock and nudged your lips opened with his bulbous tip.

You slowly took him in when the crown of his cock made contact with your lips; wrapping your lips around the tip like a lollipop as you started suckling gently, rolling your tongue on that sensitive spot on the underside, making eye contact with him as he exhaled through his mouth. And like it's your second nature, your hands grazed up his thighs to grab a hold of his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft with one hand, and playing with his balls with the other. You sucked and swirled your tongue around the crown, fingers and palm stroked and twisted in perfect rhythm, making him harder and harder.

It wasn't long before you saw his head fell back and heard a deep groan from his throat. And that's when you started swallowing him deeper, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could while your soft hand took care of the rest that couldn't fit. Bobbing your head up and down, you tried your best to keep your tongue flat on his underside, feeling every vein and ridge on his impressive cock and making a slobbery mess.

You would be lying if you say that sucking his cock didn't turn you on; you would be lying if you say you didn't like his thick fat cock filling your mouth so deep and full; and you would be lying if you say you didn't want to just gag yourself on him. You thought to yourself as you swallowed him deeper, relaxing your throat and breathing through your nose as his tip kissed the back of your throat.

“Fuuuuuck.... Atta girl...” he exclaimed in pleasure, his head shot back up from the chair to look at you and your glassy eyes; his right hand petting your hair a few times before moving into position, holding the back of your head and keeping you still as he fucked your face in short quick bursts impulsively. Lewd sounds came out of your mouth and drool dripped down onto his pants as the last short thrust made you gagged and coughed, pulling away from him to take a quick breather.

You couldn't help but took pride from making him feel good, especially when the praise came out of his mouth, maybe you were reading too much into it, but either way, it made you feel... powerful.

With his cock glistening with the mix of your saliva and his own pre-cum, you worked your hand up and down in twisting motions to keep him engrossed. His gaze fixated on your fingers moving around his cock while you watched him through your lashes, and the frown on his face along with the sighs from his mouth made you want to please him more.

You licked and slurped, cleaning up the mess on his cock and running the flat of your tongue from the base to tip, up and down, and side to side, taking care of his every inch. Tapping his swollen tip on your tongue, you kissed and licked the crown all over, sliding your lips down his length and girth while your tongue worked his underside until your mouth was stretched and full one more time.

“Oh fuck...” he breathed as he watched your swollen and shiny lips pulled away with a string of saliva between the two of you. Spitting on his cock with the mess you both made, you spread and coated his cock with the slick before you took his balls in your mouth one at a time, sucking and tucking on it while you continued to jerk him off. “Look at you... Are you my messy little cockslut, huh? Yeah... just like that...” he whispered through his gritted teeth with a growl.

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked on his balls over and over again, moaning and grazing your teeth on him ever so slightly while he stared at you with desire and want. His hands were even gripping at the ball of the armrests, fingers digging into the velvet before he quickly reached for your jaw and leaned towards you. He captured your dewy lips in a hungry kiss, licking your tongue and lips, tasting himself, biting and tucking on your bottom lip before he pulled away just barely an inch.

“Now that I got your mouth all stretched out, how about we try stretching that tight little pussy of yours?” he smirked and you panted, still dazed from all that cock and balls sucking. “I know you want to, baby... and I bet you are soaking wet just from sucking my cock, huh? C'mon up and let see how well you take me...” he teased while guiding you up by your jaw and your body just went with it like it was under his spell.

You straddled him as he bunched up your dress at your waist, exposing your drenched panties just like he expected before he hooked a finger onto the damp fabric, pulling it aside and rubbing his thumb on your sensitive clit to work you up. The wetness at your core was ridiculous, you could even hear yourself as he drew tight circles on your bundle of nerves. You whined and gasped as he strummed his thumb with rhythm, making you rock your hips just to create more friction that you craved, and before you knew it, your wet folds were rubbing against his cock, back and forth and back and forth, drawing a mocking chuckle out of him.

“You want it inside, don't you, sweetheart?”

And you nodded with a needy frown.

“Say please.”

“P-Please.... I want you inside of me...” you begged while your hips were still grinding on him and couldn't seem to stop.

“Good girl...” he praised while he held onto your hip with one hand, and his cock in the other, aligning himself with your welcoming pussy before sliding in with ease.

You knew he was big, but you didn't expect to feel this full and stuffed. You gasped and squealed as he pushed himself in and it felt like he had split you opened with his girth and every inch just sent you to a different heaven. It was slightly painful at first but after passing through the threshold, the pain faded into euphoria as he started thrusting into you steadily. You held onto his shoulder while he thrusts bounced you up and down, and each thrust reached places that you had yet to explore and made you see stars.

Ransom grunted and groaned, bucking his hip and feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze around him with each push; grabbing the cheeks of your ass, he pulled you down when he thrusted up, watching himself disappear in your wet cunt as the squelching echoed around the room. “Jesus fucking christ... I can barely fit all of it,” he whispered, “...so fucking wet and tight for me, aren't you?”

“Hnnnnmmmg” you moaned in agreement, at least you tried to, but all you could muster was a needy whine because he felt so thick and so good that you wanted more.

Then, a hard spank landed on your ass cheek, “Use your words, baby... Tell me how it feels...” he purred against your cheek and ear while his hips kept driving into you. The spank stung and heat crept up on your body, but in an erotic way and it felt good, it fueled the inferno within you, which made you rock your hips harder, chasing your high. As much as you wanted to do as you were told like the good girl he wanted you to be, all you could do was moaning in ecstasy and gasping for air, you tried using your parted lips for words, but you just ended up burying your head at his shoulder, kissing his neck to stifle your moans.

“Can't even use your words, huh? Did I fuck your pretty little mouth too hard?” he teased, his words vibrated through his throat, and you felt it with your lips. “I can feel you squeezing me though, you love having your tight pussy stuffed full like this, don't you?” he pressed, wanting an answer to feed his ego, and you nodded because it's true. “Anyone else fucked you like this, baby? or is it just me? ... God... you are so fucking wet...” he added.

“Y-you, just you...” you mumbled against his neck, feeling his cock so deep inside of you while rubbing against that spot, making your toes curl. The muscle in your abdomen began tightening and your walls were pulsing around him in waves. You could feel yourself clenching and you could feel the soreness in the pit of your stomach; you rode his cock in sync with his deep thrusts, angling him to that specific spot repeatedly until that one last thrust pushed you over the edge. Your stomach convulsed and your body jerked as your thighs attempted to close around his hips and torso when you come undone with a silent scream.

And the way your pussy was sucking him in and milking his big fat cock, it made him growl with pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm to chase his own release.

“Came so hard for me, didn't you? Such a good fucking girl...”

He wrapped his arms around your back, locking you in place with one hand reaching for your shoulder and the other securing your waist; and he slid down on the cushioned seat just enough to fuck his cock into you deeper and faster, breathing so heavily as he was close to coming.

“F-fuck...... Your pussy feels so fucking good... gonna make me come...” he praised and panted, “want me to fill your needy little cunt up?” He knew the answer already, but he just wanted you to admit it, a habit of a narcissist.

With your head being empty and fucked out, you nodded mindlessly as your body began to relax from the intense orgasm, and the pussy pulsing began to slow, but strong, nonetheless.

Without wasting a second of your aftershock, Ransom fucked into you until you felt his cock twitched and spurts of his warm come painted your walls. He sighed and groaned, emptying every drop he had until you were filled to the brim. He kept moving in and out to ease himself off the high, dragging his come out along with his cock before pushing it back in.

When you finally came back from your daze and realized what a big wet mess you had made on his pants, you couldn't help but get aroused at the sight of the mix of your come soaking through the fabric. His eyes followed yours and he looked down at where you were still connected and chuckled, “Next time I will have to watch that perfect mouth of yours playing with my come...”

And you knew, this wouldn’t just be a one-time thing.

A/N: Comments and Reblogs are very very welcome, please let me know what you think☺

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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, slightly dark, intoxication, mentions of alcohol, daddy!kink, humping, dry humping, dirty talk, dumbification, dubcon.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You try your hardest to seduce your daddy, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk…

𝐀/𝐍: Surprise? idek. enjoy. but read the warnings first, please.

“I’m fine, Ari! Leave me alone, I’m having fun with my friends!” You slur, pushing your boyfriend away with what you think is a hard shove but seems more like a feeble touch because Ari’s burly frame doesn’t seem to budge an inch. Whatever, you think to yourself, rolling your eyes before you try and make your escape; maybe if you run into the crowd of writhing bodies, you’ll lose him.

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congratulations on having eyes i guess

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Dancing with Steve Rogers, but you're collared and he's holding the lead

Andy Barber + Game-Night

(Also these activities are seriously sending me!)

Game Night

You’re invited to your stepdads game night with his friends while your mum is away.

Pairing: dark!stepdad!Andy Barber x college!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k (IT WAS MEANT TO BE A DRABBLE IM SORRY)

This is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only. part of my lake house getaway

Warnings: dark!fic, implied non-con, stepdad/stepdaughter, implied free use, drugging.

A/N: I’m sorry this was meant to be a drabble but it kinda got away from me sfsdfjsdkjfh. Not beta-read. Sorry for any mistakes. Also, yes, I’m Australian. I spell it mum lol and I can’t be bothered changing it.

You sighed as you tossed and turned in your bed, fatigue seeping behind your eyelids, yet you couldn’t sleep.

It was only 9pm, still early for a Friday night, but your day at college had been exhausting with back-to-back lectures. Yet, the booming laughs sounding from your dining room kept pricking in your mind, making you wonder what was happening down there.

Your stepdad, Andy, had his bi-weekly game night on, and the group of middle-aged men were loud as ever.

When another loud laugh resounded, you sighed and sat up, giving up on an early rest and instead deciding to snack the night away.

You pulled your dressing gown over your frilly purple pyjama set before you padded down the stairs, glancing at all the family photos on your way down. You wished that your mum was at least home so you could cuddle and watch movies with her, but she was interstate for some stupid business trip.

“Hey sweetheart, you’re up,” Andy called to you as you passed the entrance to the dining room, beelining for the kitchen.

“Yeah, just hungry,” you yelled back, ignoring the odd pet name and rummaging through the cupboards until you found an unopened bag of crisps that seemed appetising. The clinking of ceramics distracted you from Andy entering the kitchen, so when you turned around and saw the man standing across the island, you nearly threw your bowl at him in fright.

“Shit! Andy. You scared me,” you huffed with a frown. He always had a way of putting you on edge.

“I thought you might want to join us.”

A frown etched on your lips at his words, head tilting slightly in confusion.

Andy had never shown an interest in you joining the games night before, and to be honest, he hadn’t shown much interest in you at all.

He’d married your mum your first year in college two years ago, and seemed preoccupied enough with her around. But now, there was something different about the way he was looking at you with a slight grin.

“I don’t think I’d made good company for your friends,” you said slowly, pouring the chips into your bowl with a quizzical gaze. “Plus, I don’t know how to play poker.”

“Oh, you don’t have to play. Just drink and watch. I’ll fix you up something nice and sweet.”

You couldn’t deny that Andy made a good bartender. Every time you’d had something of his, it was perfect, as if he knew exactly what you desired.

“Fine. But just for a little.”

You cradled your bowl to your chest as you followed Andy into the dining room. It was fully kitted out with a poker set, various men sitting around the table, some you recognised, some you didn’t.

“I suppose I should introduce everyone,” Andy said as he took his seat at the head of the table. “You know Sherriff Bodecker already, and this is Ransom, Charles, Nick and Brock.” He said each name as he went around the table, and you did your best to keep up with all the new faces.

You introduced yourself softly to the group, embarrassed to have them all looking at you.

“Welcome. Interested in the fun?” Nick grinned, playing with the cards between his fingers.

“No no, just here to watch.” You muttered, sitting off to the side as Andy got up to make your drink. He returned only moments later with a bronze looking liquid. You expected it to be harsh, but when you drank it, you could hardly taste the bourbon at all, the burn replaced with a peachy sweetness. “It’s really nice, thank you.”

The men resumed their game, and you didn’t really understand what was happening, but it was nice to be considered ‘one of the adults’. It seemed silly, but Andy thinking highly enough of you to have you join him and his friends put butterflies in your stomach. He was a hotshot lawyer, and it meant a lot for him to hold a high opinion of you.

As the hands exchanged and money moved around, you sipped at your drink and ate your chips, occasionally offering them to the loser as a pity present.

But when you tried to hand the bowl to Brock after he lost again, it slipped through your fingers and bounced against the rug as you found yourself unsteady.

You’d finished your drink, but you’d never had alcohol go to your head that fast.

“Woah, easy there, baby,” Brock chuckled, taking your empty glass from your hands and helping you back onto the chair as you stumbled forward. “You’re making a mess.”

Heat flooded your face as you saw the attention of all the men on you, and you were suddenly aware of the swirls flooding your vision, everything becoming hazy. “I- I think I need to go.. to bed..” You managed to get out despite the slur in your speech, and it was Andy’s turn to chuckle this time, the man getting from his seat to kneel beside you.

“Oh honey, but the night is just getting started,” Andy cooed as if speaking to a child, cupping your jaw with his palms as he looked you over. “You look a bit warm. Perhaps we should take this off, hm?”

Despite your protests, your body was weak as Andy and Brock removed your dressing gown, leaving you in your pyjamas that didn’t cover much.

“A-Andy. I want to go to bed.” You tried again, weak arms pushing at Andy’s suited form, but he remained by your side with a darkening smirk.

“But we want to play. Guys, clear the table.” You looked at the others as they began making space on the wooden tabletop, but a tap on your cheek turned your gaze back to Andy. “And I want you to call me Daddy.”

Your brows furrowed as you felt sick. The realisation was slowly hitting your senses, and you let out a keening cry as you tried to hit Andy with a closed fist.

Fully affected by whatever Andy had slipped you, your movements were slow and sloppy, and he easily deflected your punch with a laugh. “Try and hit me again. C’mon, try and hit your Daddy.”

He was taunting you, and you knew it, yet you still tried again, failing again as Andy quickly twisted your arm behind your back, eliciting a whimper from you.

Andy nodded to Brock, and they both lifted you to the table, splaying you across the wood like their latest amusement they were excited to begin playing with.

Colours melded together, and voices were indiscernible as your eyes fluttered, the warm light of the room hurting your eyes.

When you tried to shield your eyes, your arms were forced back down onto the table. “Andy- Please. I don’t- I don’t understand.”

A figure entered your view who you recognised as Sherriff Bodecker, his sly smile putting a pit in your stomach that got heavier with each passing moment.

“Open your mouth. And I better not see any teeth, or I’ll pull them out myself.” The kind Sherriff you once knew was gone, replaced with a macabre version of himself.

Desperate, your attention turned to Andy, pleading eyes boring into him as the Sherriff began to undo his belt.

“I’ve been waiting long enough for this, sweetheart. Now my friends and I are going to have some fun. Just lie back and relax. We’ll make sure you enjoy yourself too.”

As Andy spoke, you felt your pyjamas bottoms pulled down your legs by someone else, your cries getting louder before a large hand clamped over your mouth.

Andy moved in close, face only inches from yours. “The next words out of your mouth better be, yes Daddy, or I’ll make sure that your throat is fucked so raw you can’t speak at all.”

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