#at least make reader slap him real hard for me ONCE and then fuck off where you want and ditch the fic ekksdksdjsjskssjs

[freak-accident419]

That’s A Wrap

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Derek are pornstars. Filming your next video, things start to go wrong and you two just end up messing around and having a laugh together. However, as your laughs diminishes, things begin to become increasingly intimate between the two of you.

Word Count: 3.5k

Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, pornstar!derek danforth, pornstar!reader, pornography/filming, messing around/joking about dicks, movie references, humor, hand/blowjob, oral (m and reader receiving), unprotected (comtrary to the title lmao) penetration (no specified genitals for reader), creampie, lovemaking afterward, Heelys (thank you @laurrrelise <3 ily), porn with plot except the plot is porn, slightly ooc derek, slight fluff

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“Here, set the tripod—”

“Hold on, it’s—wait—”

“No, just—wait, let me do it—”

After an excruciatingly long while, you and Derek were finally able to correct the camera’s position on the tripod, obtaining the perfect view of the bed.

Being pretty well-known pornstars for your acclaimed couple sex filmography, you and Derek have made easy money through this collaborative career. You have had several subscribers, views, and positive ratings ever since you first started (which was probably around two years ago). The fact that you were a real couple and had a fair amount of authentic, raw, and innovative videos made your channels gain much traction and praise.

The two of you were already fully undressed on the bed in front of the camera. You reached over and clicked the button to start recording. Derek laid on his back collectedly and you went down between his legs, your face in front of his cock.

“You ready?” You giggle slightly before wrapping your hand gently around his dick, moving it up and down along his shaft. He already nodded, which gave you the cue to put your mouth around him, sucking his head as your hand moved. But then—

Huh.

You suddenly pulled your mouth off with a ‘pop’ and groaned impatiently.

“What is it?” Derek asked, looking down at you.

“There was—fuck—there’s a hair in my mouth,” you say, struggling to get it out. “Fuck.”

After a while, you finally removed it from your tongue with your fingers and rolled your eyes, pumping him once again with your hand. “It’s out?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, it’s out,” you answer with a faint chuckle, continuing to stroke him with one hand while the other tucked some strands of hair behind your ears. Then your hand finally pulled away from his dick, making you notice something dire. “Dude! You’re soft!”

He just looked at you quietly, but you could see some smugness, or at least amusement in his face.

“You’ve been soft the whole time and you knew we were gonna film? C’mon, man!” You complain with a light chuckle, starting your hand movements along his shaft again.

“Just hold on, it’s the dick, not me!” He protested.

“Oh, my god,” you mumble under your breath. “‘Ello?” You shouted frustratedly at his dick, slapping his thigh lightly, “zhis is your wake up call!” Your delivery was in a mocking French accent, making you laugh hysterically, resting your head on his thigh. Derek would usually get hard immediately, especially on occasions where he’d hear your adorable laughter, but for some reason, today in particular, it’s taking him a while.

In response to your allusion, he met you with silence, looking at you with confusion, yet also with a growing smile.

“C’mon! The Swan Princess?” You gasp in disbelief at the thought of him not being familiar with the movie you had referenced earlier. “1994?” You sang in a high-pitched mocking tone, “‘Derek, you and I, were meant tooo beeee…’ Even one of the character’s name is fucking Derek! No? Doesn’t ring a bell?”

“I have never heard of that movie in my lif—”

You gasp loudly again, slapping his thigh playfully. “You uncultured bitch! That movie was, like, my childhood! Derek, you are aware that I can easily just, like, rip off your dick right now, right? Like,” you made a gesture with your fist, jerking it out to mock the action. “Pow!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault! I just didn’t watch that kind of shit when I was a kid,” he reasons, fucking giggling at your hostility.

“Oh, okay, so—so what I’m hearing is—you didn’t have a normal childhood,” you retort with raised, knowing brow.

“What? Of course I had a normal childhood!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Right, right, but you probably got picked up from school in a goddamn helicopter, you fuckin’ nepo baby,” you teased with a faint smirk.

“Hey, I did not—” Derek cut himself off, “It was one time, and in my defense, it was an emergency,” he mumbled.

“What was the emergency, you wet your pants?” you giggle, lightly slapping his thigh again and getting a playful groan out of him. “Fuck, why is your dick still down? C’mon, man! Rise! Rise, my glorious creation, rise!” You cackled, laughing as your hand still gripped his cock, your head resting on his thigh, trying to sustain your laughter.

“Was that fucking Megamind?” Derek gaped as you accidentally drooled on his thigh from laughing too much.

“Oh, so you do have a little culture in you.” You bring your head up, wiping your mouth and grinned at him, starting your strokes once again. “Okay, okay. No more bullshit, let’s—let’s film this thing.” You pause frustratedly as you watched your hand move up and down his cock. “If only you could get hard, fuck! ¡Levántate, chorizo! Fuck!” You cackle, eyeing the camera, then looking back at Derek.

“Testing, testing, one, two, three, is this thing on?” You say ‘into’ the head of his cock as if it was a microphone, even tapping it lightly with your fingers. His dick was still limp in your hand, even though Derek couldn’t help but be turned on by your playfulness. “What do you call a cheap circumcision?”

You wait for comedic pause.

“A rip off.”

There was a slight pause before the two of you burst out laughing, Derek laughing at your stupid joke as he stroked your hair with his hand. “Oh my fucking god, Y/n,” he huffed, yet couldn’t help but smile. “You are fucking impossible, you know that?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll start, I’ll start,” you giggle. “I’ll be serious this time! You’re not, like, turned off or anything, are you?”

“No. At this point, I don’t think there’s anything you can do to turn me off,” he recalls with a soft chuckle, slightly caressing your hair.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he says, “I think I’ve become desensitized to your antics ever since the fruit roll-up incident.”

“Oh my god!” You laugh, letting your head flop down on his thigh, trying your absolute best to withhold it, yet of course, failing. “Okay, okay! Serious, I’ll be serious now.”

You begin to press gentle kisses to the soft, pink head of his cock, moving your hand slowly along up shaft. Then you kissed at his thighs as well, slightly removing your hand off his cock to leave small kisses up his length, tickling his faint veins with the tip of your tongue. You heard soft, quiet moans escape his lips as you did so, chuckling to yourself as you continued. Leaving more kisses, you lapped your tongue at his frenulum, gaining a louder noise from him. You chuckled to yourself as you saw him finally get fully hard.

“Fina-fucking-lly, thank god,” you huff in relief. “Holy shit, you’re hard as a fucking rock” you add, stroking him faster in your palm, sucking onto his head again before pulling away and switching positions, laying down on your back.

“We’re gonna have to crop out so much shit from this video, fuck,” he chuckles softly as he lines himself up at your entrance.

“Hey, no, you can keep stuff in, our fans love whenever we joke around with each other!” You exclaim giddily as Derek rolls his eyes from amusement. “Hey, we should just, like, make a compilation of our outtakes, like—like a blooper reel!”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as his hands were placed on your thighs, lightly stroking them and spreading them apart in the process. “Bloopers?”

“Yeah, man! People love that shit. You know how when people cum after watching porn and they just feel, like, really dirty and the existential crisis just comes in, like—if there are bloopers at the end of the video, they’ll have something to laugh at, you know? Make us seem more human and therefore, make them feel human again after feeling like creeps,” you explain, surprisingly intricately, as you look up at Derek with an ecstatic grin.

“Okay, you do have a point, maybe you’re onto something,” he smiles, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. “Ready, baby?” It was a husky, low mutter, immediately turning you on.

“Mm-hmm,” you nod, letting out a soft gasp as you feel his tip tease your entrance, rubbing it up and down your hole, each time threatening to penetrate it. Your eyes moved to the camera lens with a desperate look on your face, patient, yet seductive, low whines escaping your lips.

One of Derek’s hands were holding onto the leg on his shoulder, and the other one gripped on your own shoulder, slowly pushing his cock in through your entrance, getting a soft moan out from the two of you. He began thrusting slowly, emitting occasional wet squelches before he starts to move his hips faster on yours, filling the room with echoed slaps against skin.

You let out loud, high-pitched, pornographic moans that were, of course, exaggerated for the video as you looked into the camera, then back up into Derek’s eyes. While you didn’t have to fake anything for the most part, the porn industry and algorithms were a bit complicated, so to appeal to a wider audience, things had to be a little more exaggerated and ‘sexier’.

Yet, not even after a split second, you burst out laughing which made Derek cease his thrusts, looking at you with utter confusion.

“Y/n, what—”

“I’m sorry, Derek, I can’t take shit seriously today!” You exclaim, cackling loudly in the room as he pulls out of you, laying your leg back down.

“Oh, my fucking god,” he grumbles, except there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “You are—You are fucking ridiculous,” Derek claims as he slaps your thigh playfully. But then he leaned in, kissing your lips softly, trailing them down to your neck and nibbling certain, ticklish areas that got a quiet moan out of you. “You gonna behave now, darling?”

It was difficult to suppress your giggles. “No, probably not,” you answer, cackling. Holy shit, it was like you were on fucking laughing gas.

“Oh my fucking god!” He complains with a slight grin on his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you right now, Y/n?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed apologetically, yet laughing at the same time. “I can’t, I can’t! Okay, okay, fuck, let’s do this, I’ll comply—I’ll comply!”

“Fucking shit,” he mutters, continuing to press soft kisses up your neck and collarbone. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he jokes, and before you could say anything, his lips silenced yours in a passionate, soft kiss. You hum pleasantly in the kiss, feeling his gentle lips moving with yours, his tongue parting them to explore and taste your mouth. You tangle his hair in your fingers when you place your hands behind his head, feeling his own hands grip your waist.

Then his lips finally parted from yours, peppering butterfly kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, then to your chest, all the way down to your groin. Derek gently spread out your thighs, his fingernails digging lightly in the plush skin. He looked up at you and grinned to himself, finally lapping his tongue at your sensitive areas. You begin to moan in response, feeling the pleasure that your partner offered.

“So fucking beautiful, baby,” he muttered under his breath as he continued with his tongue, kissing at the area as well. “So damn frustrating ‘n annoying, but so fucking gorgeous, fuck…”

“O-oh, fuck… f-fuck, Derek, ah…” you whimper quietly as he continued with his intricate tongue.

Derek then pulled his mouth away, hovering above you, grabbing your legs gently to guide them around his hips. Leaning down to kiss your forehead and your lips, he finally and slowly pushed his hard cock through your tight, desperate entrance, beginning to moan as you feel his girth stretch your sensitive, fleshy walls, pushing further and further inside of you. He was being very gentle as well, pressing his lips onto yours as his hips were touching yours, then finally thrusted out slowly. “G—Oh, god,” you pant.

His hips then pushed back in until he thrusted at a steady pace, letting out quiet grunts as your own sounds increased. Your legs tightened around his hips as he gripped harsher on your thighs, gradually increasing his speed. “That’s it, baby,” he mumbles, rocking his hips into yours, “you’re doing so good for me.”

At this point, you forgot that there was a camera beside you.

It happens all the time, you forgetting, because you’re so wrapped up in the sex you were having with your partner, of course. But for some reason, this felt a bit different. It felt more intimate.

You were panting, letting out silent whines and occasional moans as he moved inside of you, pleasuring you with his cock. Then suddenly, with one hand, he reached down and touched you, holding onto your thighs tightly to thrust into you while pleasuring another sensitive area of yours with his fingers.

“F-fuck!” You whine as your breathing quickens, beginning to moan more prominently.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, crying around my fucking cock,” he grunts, his pace increasing as you feel his speed stimulating your walls. “Fuck, you’re so amazing. So fucking tight. Feels so good around me.”

“O-oh, god!” You exclaim before you start to moan more frequently and loudly, your sounds echoing in the room as Derek goes deeper and faster inside of you. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the atmosphere, accompanied by increasing wet squelches and moans from Derek now as well. His balls slapped against the bottom of your ass every time he thrusted in, every sensation encouraging Derek to go even faster.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer with every harsh thrust. He then hooked his arms under yours, gripping onto your shoulders from the back, bringing his body closer to yours to kiss your neck, essentially tackling it with his tongue. You brought your hands up to his back, digging your fingernails in his skin and moaning softly and passionately, hearing his voice falter as well.

“I’m cumming!” You whine, breathing and moaning heavily, clenching around him. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck!” He groans, continuing to push you to the edge with his cock, driving you closer and closer to your sweet orgasm. “That’s it, baby, cum for me, sweetheart, f-fuck—”

Your hips move quickly together, causing friction against your pelvis as Derek attempted to keep thrusting at a deeper and faster pace. And with one final buck of his hips, your body stiffened and—

“A-ahhhhh!” You moaned exuberantly, releasing from the ecstatic sensations, your hips against his slightly twitching, as well as your thighs. “F-fuck, Derek, a-ahh!”

“F-fuck—” Derek groaned as he thrusted a few more times before cumming deeply inside of you, spurts of his warm, white semen spilling into and painting your walls. “G-god, Y/n, ah-ahhh—fuck!” He moans as his body became stiff after making sure he was essentially balls deep inside before collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily.

You panted, letting out a few small whimpers after coming down from your high, until you felt Derek’s hands begin to caress your face and play with a piece of your hair between your fingers in loving curiosity. Then he pulls his cock out of you, leaving kisses at your neck, chest, then stomach as he moved his body down between your legs. He watched his cum slowly and satisfyingly gush out of your hole, letting out an instinctive moan, pecking your thigh with his lips. Then he slipped in his middle and ring finger through your seeping entrance, pushing his ejaculate deeply back inside of you, increasing your heavy breaths and remaining, quiet whines. After he was satisfied, Derek pressed an innocent kiss to your most sensitive spot then sucked his fingers clean before moving back up to meet your eyes, kissing your lips passionately and sweetly, legs tangling together.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear before kissing you again affectionately, touching your sides with his soft, gentle palms.

“I love you too,” you muttered with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back giddily.

You laid there together for a while, Derek’s head nuzzling your neck. You were still fairly tired in the aftermath of your orgasm, breathing heavily and panting together as you start to acknowledge the smell of sex filling the atmosphere. Then you looked to your right and chuckled softly under your breath.

“Camera’s still rolling,” you say quietly with a raised eyebrow as Derek moves his head out of your neck.

“Oh shit,” he says, leaving your body for a split second to press the button on the camera across the bed. You giggled as you watched him do this, laying on top of you right after.

“We’ll, uh, schedule its upload on Saturday,” he says, kissing your cheek then placing his head back in your neck. He was truly infatuated with you.

“I totally forgot we were even filming a porno,” you scoff playfully as you rubbed his back and occasionally played with his soft curls.

“Yeah,” he breathes, caressing your skin once more. “Yeah, actually. You know, it almost feels—”

“Too personal, yeah,” you say, finishing his sentence. The two of you reflected the past moment and thought about every aspect of it. How you started off making several jokes, laughing together, before ultimately making sweet love. And while you’ve mostly always did couple lovemaking pornos for your content, this one in particular felt almost too personal. Like, you’ve posted mostly all of the things you two filmed together, and to have something so intimate and so pure on camera… you wanted to keep it to yourself.

He pops his head up from your neck and looks at you curiously. “You don’t wanna post it, huh?”

He knew you too well.

“Well, you know. It was very… intimate. Like, too intimate and too personal, I kinda wanna… I don’t know… Keep it to ourselves. Like, the public already has enough of our sex tapes, I kinda just want something of our own together, you know?” You explain, watching his gentle, hazel eyes as he processed your words.

“Yeah, no, definitely, I agree, baby,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then began to pepper some kisses on your neck. “It was way too… authentic. And, like, we post the most authentic shit,” he chuckles. “You’re right, we should just keep this for ourselves. We could probably just post a blooper compilation in the meantime.”

“Oh my god, seriously? You’re gonna do my idea?” You beam, gaining a snicker from Derek’s throat.

“Hey, I thought about it, it’s a great idea. The perverts don’t have to feel too much of a pervert when they see us just fucking around, being human,” he giggles as you felt your neck tickle from the relentlessness of his tongue.

His phone on the nightstand buzzed, making him groan slightly and reach for it, looking at his notification.

“Fuck,” he says.

“What?”

“Fuck!”

You were confused. “D—”

“I have a meeting to go to, fuck,” he answered, kissing your lips quickly, getting off of you as he tried to retrieve his clothes.

“What the fuck, Derek, I thought you said your schedule was clear this whole day,” you frown, sitting up slightly against the bed frame as you watched him put his clothes back on.

“Well, turns out that was tomorrow. I have a fuckin’ meeting with these, like, international dudes, I don’t fuckin’ know,” Derek mumbles, buttoning up his shirt, then reaching down on the ground for his shoes. “I’m sorry, baby. I really wanted to lay with you the whole day,” he apologizes with a shameful sigh.

“It’s okay, baby. We could always—”

You stopped in your tracks.

“Are those fucking Heelys?”

Watching him glide to the desk to retrieve his wristwatch made you physically cringe, looking at him in disbelief with an open mouth.

He looked at you curiously while putting on his watch. “Uh, yeah, they are, why?”

You stifle your laughs. “Oh my fucking god, you’re ridiculous, babe.”

“What? What’s wrong with Heelys?”

“Nothing. Everything,” you reply, snickers beginning to leave your lips. “It’s just… You just made love to me, came balls deep inside of me on camera, and now you’re just—gliding around the room with fucking Heelys, holy shit.”

He pursed his lips then nodded with a slight, knowing smirk. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

“You are ridiculous!” You exclaim amusedly. With his Heelys, he rolled towards you, and you began to giggle and laugh after he pulled the sheets off of your torso, covering your belly in several, ticklish kisses. “Fuck, stop that!” You cackle, squirming around and trying to push him away.

You two share one more long, passionate kiss on the lips as he smiles at you, walking towards the door afterwards. “See you when I get back, baby,” he chuckles with giddy after seeing your adorable state.

“Mm, don’t party too hard,” you joke with a smirk.

“Oh, please, the closest thing to a party that those old fucks have to offer is their shitty ass wine,” he scoffs with a cocky grin.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Don’t be long.”

“I’ll be back before you know it. And hey, maybe we could try to film another one?” He raises an eyebrow once he opens the door, still looking back at you.

“Deal,” you grin. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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[ravenslvt]

HII I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITINGS ESPECIALLY THE HOT BROTHER RINTAROU AJWJSBSJSJJA 😭

can you write about him overstimulating and making his s/o squirting 👀

☆ bf!suna rintarou x f!reader smut ☆

cw: smut! overstimulation, teasing, squirting, edging, oral f recieving, short but sweet!

it started with a bluff.

“squirting is not a real thing. i guarantee no guy can actually make a woman do that” you scoffed after the topic was randomly brought up in a conversation with your boyfriend.

his eyebrow quirked.

“how much you wanna bet?”

“f-fuck rin!” you moan, his fingers jackhammering into your squelching cunt. you gripped his wrist as he layed you down on your shared bed.

he’d already made you cum once like this, this time his pace is faster, adding a third finger.

“s’too much!” you whine, trying to pull away from his touch as a second orgasm approaches, purley overstimulated from his fingers alone.

“oh, c’mon, baby. you wanted this, didn’t you?” his pace doesn’t rest, your wetness practically dripping down his wrist. you whimper as you feel yourself about to cum again, and you scream when he pulls away.

“whyy??” you pout up at him. you were completely naked and he was still fully clothed in his workout sweatpants and black compression shirt. he looked too fucking good. you could see the bulge of his hard cock through his pants. you reach your hand out to touch it, but he swats it away.

“this is about you, remember? i’ll fuck you as a reward after, okay?” he whispered, kissing you on the top of your head. you nod, pouting at your mean mean boyfriend. what a stupid bet.

“oh don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” he kisses down your neck, sucking small marks into your collarbones. you mewl as he bites down. his hands reaching back to your thighs as he gets on his knees, your legs hanging off the bed. he grabs your legs to rest on his shoulders as he gives your clit small kisses.

you gasp when his tongue laps at your sopping folds like a starved man. your hands grip in his hair when he sucks on your clit, bringing up his hand to prod three fingers in your already abused hole.

with the combination of his fingers curling inside of you along with the intense suckling on your sensitive bud, your thighs start to shake around him.

“gonna cum, rin!” you whine. but right at the peak, he pulls away, denying your orgasm. you look at him with tears in your eyes, the feeling of your appending climax fading.

“hurts s’bad rinn, need to cum!” you squirm in his grasp. he just gives your pussy a slap, making you yelp.

“you’re such a needy fucking slut, baby. be patient.” he warns, wiping the stray tears from your eyes. you wanted to scream at your boyfriend, but you knew it would only egg him on.

“i hate you…” you mumble.

“hmm, what was that?” his head perks up from your cunt.

“i said i love you, rin!” you give him a fake smile. he rolls his eyes. his tounge teasing your pussy again, making your head roll back into the mattress.

he edged you at least three more times. maybe four? you lost count.

you were panting, sweat certainly dripping down your brow. the sheets below you were fucking soaking. and you still hadn’t squirted yet. he was holding back and you knew it.

your eyes rolled back as his mouth abused your needy cunt, switching between his tongue rolling over your clit and taking it between his mouth, sucking and gently grazing his teeth over it.

all while his three large fingers repeatedly brush over your g spot, curling and straightening out over and over until you were screaming.

finally, fucking finally, just when you thought he was gonna pull away and watch you squirm, he just fucked you harder with his mouth and fingers.

your thighs shook around his head, almost scared you were gonna bust his head open. his fingers pumped into you relentlessly, your screams getting louder and louder as your vision starts to get hazy, seeing black spots from the sheer stimulation.

you moan his name, babbling random incoherent pleas as you clench around his fingers. your boyfriend had made you cum dozens of times before, but this time felt… different.

your eyes screw shut as you shake uncontrollably, feeling yourself release onto his mouth and fingers. you felt yourself pulse around him, hips rutting into his mouth.

“that’s it, doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby, look at you!” suna praises, clear liquid coating his chin and the sheets below you. you’re panting intensely, using all of your strength to sit up to look down at your boyfriend who was grinning like a fucking madman.

“told you i could do it”

great, now you owe him.

the bet was taking the day off tomorrow so he could fuck you all day in bed. in your defense you didn't actually expect him to make you squirt!! rintarou is such a mean bf :( (but you still love him)

masterlist check out my other suna stuff!! :)

a/n: ahh tysm for this ask!! <33 hehe sorry if it’s short but suna nation rise !!

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[ohbo-ohno]

Johnny being allowed to fuck but not cum all week because he pissed simon off, he tries bargaining with reader at one point to just - ease the cockring off , simon won't notice it'll be fine. Reader doesn't even have a chance to consider it before Johnny ripped out of her and is muzzled because bad dogs need to keep quiet

hm. you shot me dead with this one. like. what am i supposed to do with myself now?

1.4k of smut below the cut. cw: rough puppy play, itty bitty tiny second of cbt, edging/denial, simon is real real mean to johnny

something about johnny being in trouble and not being allowed to cum in you but trying anyway.... oh he's horrible

maybe this is after he was a little too rough with you (like that ask where he fucked up your wrist, or something similar) and he's in deep shit with simon. not only is he allowed to fuck you, simon makes him fuck you at least once a day. lines up behind johnny and moves his hips for him, doesn't even let him thrust on his own, guides every tiny little twitch. tugs him out right at the last second, makes johnny watch as he comes inside you. spends the whole time calling him bad, says if he could just learn to fucking listen for once he could mount you properly

johnny spends the whole week in misery. guy can barely sit down, he just wants to hump fucking everything. simon tells him he can't sit on the furniture when he's so drippy :( makes him sit on the floor instead - or he can let you clean johnny up, but no coming. does he want to be edged again or kneel between his legs like the mutt he is?

jacks him off in the shower in the morning, stopping right before he comes. leaves him crying and makes johnny wash his hair. has you cockwarm him for a bit, to make sure he stays completely hard. makes johnny eat you out til you're nearly knocked out, jacks him off slowly and stops every time you come.

he's nearly done with his punishment when he fucking breaks. it's a night simon isn't meant to be home until after midnight. you'd gone to bed earlier than johnny, wake up to him at you back, nose nudging your cheekbone and hard cock thrusting against your back.

"just gonna- just gonna fuck you, bonnie, 'k?"

"johnny?" you murmur, still half asleep. "but... simon said-"

"simon isn't fucking here," he snarls back, and you feel his bared teeth press against his shoulder. "he won't know. i'll be quick, ok, lass? just gotta... gotta cum, then you go back to sleep, yeah?"

"johnny," you'd whine again, getting a little squirmy in your spot as you feel his hands work at his own dick, then feel him start to slide in without any prep. "john- ow..."

"hush," he breathes heavily in your ear, hips already starting to work. you can feel how quickly his heart beats against you back. "i'll eat you out after, just let me... just..."

he doesn't speak after that, and neither do you. he's fast, needy, you can tell he's only gonna last a few minutes. you're still half-asleep, lost in the comforting warmth of your blankets and pillows, can't do anything but lay limp like a doll for him and relish in the pleasure.

you don't hear simon come in. one minute johnny is thrusting away inside of you, the next he's being ripped off, a sharp yelp coming from his lips followed by a long drawn out whine.

"bad fucking boy," you hear simon snarl over your shoulder, the sound of a slap echoing through the air. "you that fucking lost in your instincts, dog? can't think with nothin' but your dick - you see a pussy and fuck it, that's it huh? can't even listen to a simple command from your master. useless mutt."

you turn your head to the side, sleep clearing from your head at the sight of johnny crumpled to his knees, simon tall and proud above him. you can see the shine of tears on johnny's cheeks with the little light from the doorway.

"simon- simon-"

"no," simon's tone is merciless, his boot coming to rest on johnny's rock-hard dick and pushing down. "that's not what bad boys get to call me."

another whine, a plaintive "master..."

you see johnny's hips work a little, tiny thrusts against the sole of the boot. simon's scowl grows, backhanding johnny with bruising force and sending him sprawling to the floor. "why are you speaking? dogs don't fucking talk."

he stares down at johnny for another moment, both of them taking great heaving breaths. finally, he sighs loud and angry. "fine. i was going easy on you, mutt, was tryin' to be nice. but clearly you don't deserve nice."

he stalks over to their closet, yanking open a drawer you know holds the mean toys - the ones you don't like nearly as much as the others. he grabs something silver and shiny, storm back over to johnny and hauls him up by the hair.

johnny scrambles to follow, but simon doesn't give him a chance to stand. just drags his weight to the bed, throws him onto his back nearly on top of your legs.

you squeak a little, simon's aggressive energy something you're not entirely comfortable being so close to. you curl your legs up, folding into a little ball against the pillows as you stare at the two of them with wide eyes.

simon glances over to you at the sound, eyes softening behind his mask immediately. "oh, love, you're not in trouble. you couldn't stop the mutt from fucking you, huh? don't worry. we'll get him punished and i'll take care of you."

johnny whines again and starts wiggling around, eyes squeezed shut as his hips desperately thrust, looking for any sort of sensation. simon's attention slams back to him, a growl rumbling from his throat as he cups johnny's dick in one hand.

"gotta get you soft, dog," he growls, and you see his hand moving around a bit until he's got johnny's balls in a vice-grip. "the ring wasn't enough for a horny bitch like you, we'll see how you like the cage."

johnny's past words, can only writhe on the bed with little animal noises slipping past his lips. simon doesn't give him any leeway, doesn't give him comfort when he starts to sob a little, just keeps squeezing.

once he's apparently soft enough, simon is quick and methodical about locking johnny's cock up. almost impersonal.

"there," he grunts when he stands up to stare down at johnny. he lands a slap to johnny's dick, gets the smaller man jolting and crying out. "in your cage now. you're not sleeping in bed with us people until you prove you can handle it."

johnny hardly struggles as simon forces him to his knees, kicking at his side to guide him to the crate looming in the corner of the room.

just moments later simon's at the bed with you. he tugs the mask off now (knows you like it sometimes, but also knows it scares you a little - rarely wears it outside of punishments) and crawls on top of you, hands soft and slow as he coaxes you to stretch out back on the bed.

"hey, baby," he murmurs, voice low and just for you. "you're a good girl. can't help what the mutt does, huh? i know, i know. i'll take care of you now, fuck you right."

there are whines from the corner as simon flips you onto your stomach. he lifts you up to your knees, everything soft as he rubs your pussy a few times before slipping his cock into you.

he's always so heavy. you sink further into the bed when he gives you his weight, little moan slipping past your lips as your eyes roll back in your head. johnny gets louder.

"yeah, there you go. good girl, baby, so good for me, huh?"

simon fucks you deep and slow. no rush whatsoever, just nice and languid. you'd probably fall asleep if not for johnny's increasingly desperate noises, the sound of his crate rocking against the wall as he does something in there.

at one point simon sighs all annoyed into your ear, pulls out without warning. you whine and he pets a hand over your hair, whisps "just give me a second, doll, gotta shut the dog up and then i'll finish you off" before walking away.

you don't open your eyes, but you hear simon moving around the room. hear him spit, "makin' me fucking muzzle you because you can't shut up. nothing but a goddamn animal, are you?"

when simon fucks you again, johnny is silent.

he brings you to a slow and easy orgasm, fingers stroking at your achy clit. finishes inside you at nearly the same time.

he tucks you into his arms after, curls you into him and sighs, the sound all satisfied man. you fall asleep like that, johnny's predicament the furthest thing from your mind.

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh #btw simon totally lied about what time he'd be back so he could catch johnny and get him in more trouble lol #favorites

[angelltheninth]

A bit darker but body betrayal with Akaza would be so hot

Oh its definitely darker but I don't mind.

Pairing: Akaza x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, non-con to dub-con, body betrayal, degradation, possessive sex, creampie, rough sex

A/N: This is Akaza we're talking about so I think him being into dark shit is very on brand.

"How fucking lucky am I, to find such a pretty woman out and about at this time of night?" Akaza licks slowly across your cheek, his fingers digging into your thigh as he holds your left leg to the side, your wrists pinned above your head while your breasts shake against his chest from the force of his thrusts.

You let more tears fall across your cheeks, against his tongue, which only seems to make the demon more aroused. You should have stayed inside when you heard the warning. Or at least have stayed in your village. But it was a beautiful night and you wanted to go into the nearby forest.

As soon as you stepped foot in there you felt like you were being watched but shrugged it off as the animals in the night. It turned out to be something, no, someone much more dangerous.

"Hurts, please, it hurts, stop it!" Your screams fell on deaf ears, echoing around you, mixed together with the fast slapping of skin, his cock and ball against you, your desperate and scared whimpering and whining. "Why are you even here?"

"I was bored. Not any more though, now I have a pretty new toy to play with. A fucktoy." His golden eyes shined brighter then the moon, "Tell me to stop all you want but I can feel your cunt clenching. You like it rough do you? What those men in your village not good enough for you? You came out here to get fucked by a real man?"

"N-No, of course not, I would never give myself to a- ah!" Akaza's hips snapped hard against yours, his nails almost drawing blood on your soft thigh.

"A what? A demon? Oh sweetheart, a whore doesn't get to pick a cock that fucks her. You just open your legs and take it. And if you don't like it then I'll fuck you till you do. Till you learn to like it."

You shook your head from his words, your mouth falling open when you hips rolled down, and much to your horror, your pussy did flutter around his throbbing cock.

Akaza threw his hair back with a laugh, "See? Already liking it. This is just the start. I'll fuck you all night, make the village wake up with the cries of you coming all over my cock. Send you back to them with my cum dripping from between your legs as proof that you're mine. Proof that you loved it."

As his hands let go your arms slipped past his shoulders, scraping over the tattoos on his back, mouth next to his ear so he can hear every sharp intake of breath from you. Was it demon magic? A demon curse? It was wrong to be feeling good from this, from him, from how hard he fucked his cock into you, you hated every moment of your body working against you and for him, for his pleasure as you felt yourself come.

"That's my good slut. That hole's so tight, need to fuck it open again. Maybe once I fill it with this cum!" Jet after jet of it flowed into your womb, warm and thick, right and wrong, as you started bouncing on his cock for more, "Already a cumdrunk whore. Forget letting you walk back, I'm taking you with me, you'll me my cockwarmer from now on." His. That's the only word you heard, the only one you still seemed to understand.

#akaza x reader #akaza #akaza smut #kny x reader #kny smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer akaza #kny akaza

[ant1quarian]

Dust Sans Headcanons

Both x Reader and just general headcanons. ( Dust Sans belongs to Ask-Dusttale! )

To me, Dust is a very… quiet, aloof character– but he’s also incredibly intelligent and observant

Fanonically, in my mind, he does feel emotions, he just feels them through a kind of static. One thing he is incapable of feeling, though, is guilt.

I also headcanon that he has “hypervigilance”– a constant state of awareness, where he’s constantly assessing potential threats around him.

This also mean he does not sleep. He can’t remember the last time he slept, and in my mind, this also means that Visage ( His Papyrus ) is both a hallucination from going insane… and sleep deprivation. (Though, I do like to think as Visage being a literal ghost, instead of a hallucination as he is canonically– I think )

I also headcanon that Dust’s hood over his head acts as a sort of security blanket? It provides him a sense of calmness, at least.

Signs that he likes you

Because Dust doesn’t talk a massive amount, he’ll often just turn up and… sit beside you. Or he’ll randomly come up to you, grab you by the hand, and take you on a walk ( or just bring you somewhere )

It’s not obvious he’s starting to fall for you if you don’t pay attention to the subtle things.

How he slightly turns to you when you enter the room. How he slightly shuffles over on the couch in order to make room for you, even if he’s mid-conversation with someone else and doesn’t even spare a glance at you.

Unless Killer or Axe is there to point it out, you likely won’t notice– unless he’s been an absolute asshole to you in the past.

I like the thought of Dust beginning to pun more around you (because he does enjoy them!) just to see you either groan, smile, or giggle.

He may initiate small amounts of physical contact. Brushing your hand with his when he wants your attention, or is just walking next to you. Sometimes when you’re both sitting down, he’ll rest his knee on yours.

I… honestly can’t see Dust being a massive fan of PDA? Like he doesn’t… exactly… care that much, but he prefers it in small amounts?

I feel like he’s the type to take comfort in the slightest of touches, and I feel like hugging you and being that close to your SOUL can overwhelm him sometimes.

( This stems from my headcanon that will be put at the end of this )

But when he gets more used to you having such a powerful SOUL (in comparison to his own SOUL), he’ll be much happier with long times of physical contact.

When he finally fully trusts you and knows you won’t run away, he’ll start putting his hood down when he’s around you. At this point, he is fully smitten with you, and couldn’t possibly put the amount of adoration he has for you into words.

It just means he feels safe around you

Also, once he loves you, you’ll be able to catch him off-guard. Like you toss a thing at him, and instead of dodging, it sorta just slaps him in the face and leaves him very confused because he dIdN’T DODGE??

I feel like Dust is also prone to… bouts of violence. And lets be real here, it’s not going to be a “everyone but you” thing, because you can most definitely get caught up in it by accident

That being said, he’d never intentionally hurt you, and if he did hurt you, it’d probably be the first time you ever saw him tear up. ( Not that he’d let you see for long– tugging his hood back over his head and furiously wiping his sockets. )

Just because he can’t feel guilt, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know when he’s in the wrong, and it also doesn’t mean he can’t feel sad because of what he did.

He truly does love you, even if it’s hard for people to pick up on sometimes, and they tell you that it’s a very “toxic, one-sided relationship.”

Because it isn’t. He has a fuck ton of trauma, the inability to sleep, LOVE 20, and a weird… under-the-surface fear of humans. But he loves you, despite it all, and you love him, too.

The Headcanon

Those with LV are very sensitive to intent. Not physically, of course, because they get more DEF and ATK when their LV climbs higher, but rather... emotionally?

They can tell what you're feeling more acutely, and so it can become overwhelming for them.

#Sans x reader #Dust Sans #Dust Sans x Reader #Headcanons #x reader #undertale au #Dusttale #Dusttale Sans

[arsenic-armageddonsblog]

Ghost x AFAB!Reader 🔞

Summary: Simon gets jealous of König so he destroys your 😺 as punishment 😈

⚠️CW⚠️: mature/sexual themes

⚠️READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

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She seriously irked him.

Despite the relationship going on strong, Simon still felt as if he could not trust his lover 100%.

Still, he could not blame her for being the way she was. Y/N was the type of woman to try to get on the good side of her closest peers, to get them to feel as relaxed as her. Surely some would see her overfriendly aura to be quite stifling. Though that did not deter her mission to spread positivity.

But many would wrongly assume Y/N's manner as rather perverse.

And this is just the case with Simon. He has observed some of the exchanges with her and his fellow comrades, causing an unpleasant twinge in his chest, and he did not want to acknowledge that fact.

But he couldn't avoid it forever.

---

"Bro, are you even listening?" Johnny waved his fork in front of Simon's face. He was staring hard at Y/N exchanging pleasantries with a certain Austrian.

Johnny heaved a sigh of slight irritation. "C'mon mate. You can't be starin' at them forever. Y/N ain't the type to wander astray."

"And how would you know that?" Simon scoffed, turning his head towards him with a twitch in his eye.

"Trust me, I know. It's painfully obvious what's goin' on." Johnny was unable to hide the smirk creeping on his face.

"Go on..."

"I don't have to, man. Don't you trust the poor girl?"

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tch..."

Johnny pondered for a moment. "Maybe remind her of what she has?"

"What are you on about, Soap?" Simon snapped.

"Teach her a lesson. Put her in her place." Johnny pointed his fork in the other man's face. "You know damn well where I'm goin' with this."

"Fuckin' hell..."

---

Everything came to a head the next day. König and Y/N were heavily engaged in a discussion regarding their childhoods and the struggles they've had to endure. Simon took notice of this, and discovered some intimate details that Y/N refrained from telling him.

It felt like a real slap to the face, to say the least.

"The hell is going on here?" Simon stormed over, placing a protective hand on Y/N's shoulder.

"We're just reminiscing of our pasts is all," König started. "Is that a problem?"

Ouch.

Y/N was snatched away from the table before she was able to register. Simon tossed her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing, and swiftly carried her away towards his cabin room.

"Scheiße. Hope she can still walk after this." König stifled a snicker.

---

Y/N was shoved into the cabin room. "What the heck's your problem, man?!"

Simon said nothing. He only responded by glaring into her confused yet slightly frightened eyes. Rather than yell, he wanted to show her exactly with whom he had a bone to pick.

"Simon, baby, you're scaring me... What's the matter?" She tried asking him, but was once again met with silence.

He slowly sauntered over to Y/N, backing her into the wall. Caging her with his massive arms, he trapped her like a lion about to pounce on its prey.

Y/N felt a cramp in her throat, and she could feel her eyes stinging. "Simon, I don't understand, why are you so mad at me? König-"

"It's always about that bastard with you, isn't it?! Fuck me, right?!" Simon roared, making her flinch and causing a fresh trail of salty tears to fall.

"What are you-oh!" Y/N began, but was cut off when she felt a sharp sting to her lower backside.

"You don't speak unless I allow you to. Got that?" He whispered in her ear. His hot breath and stubble had sent a shiver down her back.

"But-"

Another fierce slap to the ass shut her up immediately. "What did I just fuckin' say? Shut your goddamn mouth!"

"Why are you-"

Simon grabbed her chin, forcing Y/N to look him directly in his eyes. Not once had she ever seen him this livid before, his anger was near palpable.

"What part of 'do not speak unless spoken to' do you not understand?" He snarled. The grip on Y/N's chin tightened a smidgen, sending a small shock to her chest.

"Since you can't learn to close that mouth of yours on your own, I guess I'll have to do it for you." Simon spouted. Y/N could swear she saw an almost sadistic smirk crawl on his face.

"Kneel."

Not wanting to disobey him, she immediately fell to her knees. Simon's abnormally large tent stared her right in the face, and to say she is terrified would be a massive understatement.

"You're a smart girl. You know what to do, and you know what'll happen if you fuck up." He glared down at her, increasing her fear tenfold.

Y/N shakily reached for Simon's bulge and caressed the outline of his thick shaft. Pulling the zipper down, she let his erection out of the confines of his pants, nearly slapping her in the face. She wrapped her small hand around his girth, and started to gently pump him. The pulsing she felt in her pussy was beginning to become uncomfortable.

She started with a slow, long lick from base to tip, peppering little kisses along the sides of Simon's cock. Leaving out breathy whimpers, Y/N opened wide and swallowed as much of him as she could manage, jerking what she couldn't fit.

Y/N closed her eyes, but snapped them open when Simon lightly popped her left cheek.

"Nope. You close your eyes again and you ain't gettin' a single drop of cum. That's the deal."

She continued to work his cock in her mouth, lidded eyes staring into Simon's. The last thing she needed was being denied one of the things she craved the most.

Her almost inaudible moans sent tiny vibrations through Simon's cock. She sucked and pumped him with gusto, not letting her stare be broken a second time. She almost forgot that her pussy was craving attention too, but as she reached her hand between her plush thighs, he pulled her off his cock with a less than pleased expression.

"Tut tut tut, that won't do either. No touching that pussy of yours unless I say so."

Y/N only responded with more tears falling and another pained whine.

"Aw, did I hurt your precious feelings?" Simon sneered. "Imagine how I felt when I saw you with König all those times..."

His mischievous grin grew wider as he violently rocked his hips into Y/N's face, forcing his entire length down her throat. She held on tight to Simon's thighs as she gagged, struggling to take him in her mouth.

"Tell you what," Simon began. "If you can hold my dick in your throat for 30 seconds, then MAYBE I'll allow you to speak..."

The pain between Y/N's legs was next to unbearable. If Simon didn't allow her to touch herself for another second, she was certain she'd die.

Thirty seconds had passed, and thankfully Y/N has been able to take Simon's cock with no trouble. When the time was up, he slowly removed her head, his length completely soaked with her saliva.

"You did so well this time." He caressed Y/N's face, wiping a few tears away. At this point, he expected her to speak up and ask for forgiveness, but she refused to utter a word.

"You can talk now." Simon lifted Y/N's head up, her glossy eyes staring back at him.

"I'm..."

"You're what? Use your words." He cocked his head to the side.

"I'm sorry..." She hung her head, facing away from Simon in shame.

"Hmmm...Maybe I'll forgive you, on one condition." He replied.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice got quieter with each word.

"Prepare yourself, darling. Like I said earlier, you're a smart girl. And you know what'll happen if you fuck up."

---

The room was filled with the sounds of wet slaps and Y/N's pitiful cries. Her pussy was overwhelmed with pleasure, she felt like every thrust would send her over the edge.

Simon had her bent over the edge of his bed, holding her arms behind her as he brutally fucked her senseless. Touching every sensitive spot deep inside her, he wanted to hear her cry out his name and beg for his release.

"Tell me, princess. Can König make you feel this good?"

"N-No..." She breathed.

"It's a damn shame he'll never get to feel how wet and tight your cunt is. A goddamn shame..." Simon's thrusts began to quicken, becoming more fierce and rough.

"Simon, I'm close-! W-Wanna cum!"

At her words, he immediately pulled out, keeping Y/N from her prize.

"I don't think you deserve my cum, sweetie. Have you learned your lesson tonight?" He lightly soothed the tender skin of her pussy, coating his fingers with her arousal.

"Yes I have! Please, I beg you! I want you!"

"What about König?" He whispered in her ear again.

"Never! I only want you! Please let me cum!"

Simon clutched both sides of her ass cheeks and plunged deep into her sopping cunt. Shrieking, Y/N swore her cervix had been breached. She had far underestimated his size, but she did not care one bit. All she wanted was for Simon to paint her cunt white with his seed.

"Fuck-!"

The dam inside Simon finally bursts, shooting ropes of his warm, thick cum into her pussy. Y/N wailed in response, a far away look of satisfaction plastered on her face. She breathed out a sigh of relief, not only because he forgave her, but for also being left a cum filled husk in the process.

"And the next time I catch you pulling some shit like that, I'm gonna tie his ass up and fuck you in front of him. Got that?"

#cod #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost #könig cod #könig #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #call of duty #smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut

[vampaiaz]

stranger things filth (some fluff!)

warning: this’ll be headcanons about characters when they’re intimate with you so vulgar language ahead! this’ll also be mostly for afab readers!!!

notes: should i do an amab ver?😲 i mean, you could request anything!!! just request and i’ll try my very best to satisfy you

characters: eddie munson, steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers, robin buckley, and nancy wheeler

ೃ⁀➷ EDDIE MUNSON

he definitely loves to talk about your body as he fucks you, just saying everything he loves about it from your perfect tits to your soft thighs

whenever you’re away, he can’t stop thinking about you so he rubs one out. his mind plagued with the thought of your face whenever he goes in and out of you, his hand gripping hard and taking fast strokes just to mimic how your walls tighten around him.

god he’s so loud, sometimes even louder than you. he doesn’t care if it’s “not normal” or makes him “less of a man” you like it when you hear him moan or whimper, he knows that, so he loves being right next to your ear moaning your name as he cums.

whenever he goes down on you, your fingers will never not leave his hair, pulling and gripping the fuck out of it. eddie loves it, makes his eyes roll back a bit, makes him whimper against your clit.

big fan of aftercare T-T he loooves just cuddling with you right after, playing a soft tune on his guitar for you, or even fixing up a snack for you after cleaning you!!! he’s the sweetest before, while, and after being intimate with him.

bonus! his favorite position is seashell, why? the closest to a full nelson where he can see your face. eddie has to see your pretty face, he needs to. he wants to know that he’s making you feel good.

ೃ⁀➷ STEVE HARRINGTON

i feel like he’s secretly a total perv, anything you do innocently it’d get him hard. you kneel down to reach for something that fell under the table, you suddenly see him trying to adjust his jeans. you’re happily eating a popsicle on a hot day at the community pool, he’s gotta take a dip in the pool to “cool down.”

he wouldn’t be into hurting you that much but slapping his dick on your face? definitely, he loves it. after you give him the best head he’s ever gotten, he slaps you with his dick on your cheeks to slapping it on your tongue, and asking you “isn’t this the best dick you’ve ever sucked?” to hear your answer just to inflate his ego.

based off that one scene with the “six nuggets” he wants, steve has an impregnation or breeding kink, IM RIGHT!! so real!!! he would be fucking you rough and hard while whispering “you gonna let me fill you up? make you all round and plump, hm? ready to make you a mommy. so ready, y/n.”

but he’s usually sweet and takes his time with you. he wants you to know that you’re his girl, his only girl. you would sometimes even tear up at how sweet he was being, and if you do let a tear fall he’ll not hesitate to reassure you and leave quick kisses on your forehead. BUT ALSO he takes it nice and slow because he wants to make your walls remember his shape, cervix kisses all the way with him.

ೃ⁀➷ BILLY HARGROVE

oh get ready for this one!!!! (can u tell i want him to do me so bad)

most definitely into overstim, he loves making you cry and desperately beg for more under him. he watches your eyes brim with tears and smiles, then gives you what you want. you’d tell him he’s a total dacryphilliac but he denies it a lot (so bad at lying.)

loves to finger you, until you’ve got your hands on his arm, trying to stop him from making you cum for the 5th time. once you cum, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks it all up while staring into your eyes.

i feel like billy is kinda gross…. which is good i love gross, so that means spit kink!!!! billy will take any moment he can to spit on you. he’s eating you out? he’ll spit right onto your pussy, you’re sucking him off? he spits right onto his dick then your mouth because he wants to “help” you, and last but not least! whenever you two make out, he never fails to make you feel so weak. his tongue just overpowering yours every time and your mouth being filled with his spit until you’re both drooling.

he’s an ass man, idc if you disagree but this man would leave so many bite marks on your thighs up to your ass. when the two of you are alone in his room and you’re sitting on his bed in just panties, he never fails to point out the healing mark on your cheek, don’t worry he’ll bite it again.

i don’t think he’d be into names/titles, but something about you calling him “hargrove” when you’re hatefucking makes him so insane, the fact that you want to make him feel like nothing and it gets him even more mad just makes the sex more fun! (you two make up after don’t worry, just a usual fight, he’s got issues right.)

“cmon pretty girl, use your words for me.” OHHH MYYY GOOOOD

he’s also a big pervert, but is proud. he’s too much at school, when you pass each other in between classes, he doesn’t hesitate to grab your ass. he even places his face right in between your tits just to smell you, it was weird at first but he’s cute when he does it. also, tommy? he’d sometimes talk about you in a way billy does not enjoy, so whenever there’s a house party, he never fails to make tommy see you getting fucked out in a random ass bathroom. you and billy love getting caught.

full nelson…. he’s such an enthusiast for a full nelson, this position is his favorite and when you let him do it, oh he’ll be rough. he loves it because you can’t do anything at all, you’re stuck being his toy, he knows your eyes are rolling back because he’s bruising up your cervix. you’re moaning so loud and that gives him more motivation to make you cum.

bonus! cockwarming, he likes it in your mouth the most. one time he told you he had a test but didn’t wanna study, so you came up with a plan and that was keeping his cock in your mouth while he studies and once he’s done you move as a reward. ever since that happened he’s been so obsessed with just having you go down and make your jaw sore from being open for him for so long.

something really cute he’d do is give you an extra bottle of his perfume (it’d definitely be a unisex scent btw) he loves the idea of letting people know you’re his, so why not make you wear his scent.

ೃ⁀➷ JONATHAN BYERS

i am so excited for this one YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWW

loves names, degrading ones especially. you call him a pervert or a loser and he’s cumming, he feels guilty for being disgusting but you make him love being that way, he’s so submissive for you it’s crazy.

ever since s4, i just know he loves high sex, he’s got more control. while fucking you, he’s got a camera flashing and those photos of you fucked out are sitting right inside his wallet, something to remind him of his pretty baby.

so whiney, so loud. you’ve got him saying “please, i need to cum. please. i need it.” repeatedly right next to your ear.

his fingers are in you while your hand is on his dick, mutual masturbation is something you both enjoy so much. after you cum on his fingers, he brings them up to your mouth and watches you suck your own juices off his fingers.

boobs guy, such a big fan of your tits. he’d suck and bite a lot, he’d spend most of the foreplay on your tits, you’re sensitive there and he just loves watching you whimper and shiver a bit.

bonus! face fucking, he doesn’t start in a fast pace, he takes it slow and really making you gag on him. his tip reaching the back of your throat real slow, he wants to feel you close up on him, he wants to cum right down your throat.

leaves some of his clothes at your place, he had to lend you his shirt and boxers once, and ever since then he’s been obsessed seeing you with his clothes on. it’s like a way to keep him close to you at all times.

ೃ⁀➷ ROBIN BUCKLEY

super into thigh riding, she loves to see you rut on her thigh and she’s got her hand on either your throat or your ass.

she loves eating you out from behind, face down ass up then suddenly her hands are kneading your ass and her tongue is on your pussy.

she’s a switch leaning a bit toward dominant, but when she does get subby, you’re going down on her and she’s crying for more, rutting her hips for more friction on your tongue.

when you wear a skirt around her, she’s SOOO touchy, can’t keep her hands to herself. you could just be reading a book next to her, then your panties are on your ankles and her face is under your skirt.

ever since you squirted that one time you two masturbated together, she makes it her mission, I REPEAT, HER MISSION!! to make you squirt all the time, she’s got amazing technique so…

let’s be honest robin would flirt a lot but when you do it back out of nowhere, she’ll get so flustered. you make her face heat up every time, she’s so cute T-T.

ice cream dates, reminds her of her job at scoops ahoy, and the very first time you two met! it makes you feel so special when she still remembers the first time you two met.

ೃ⁀➷ NANCY WHEELER

if the strap-ons that could cum existed in the 80’s nancy would love using that when she’s with you. it could be you receiving or her receiving, it’ll be hot no matter what.

you two always have “sleepovers” at her house, secretly letting herself enjoy tasting you down there in her pretty pink room.

SHE LOVES SPANKING, you’ve been rude to her or anyone else? you’re immediately coming home with her and counting every smack until your ass gets red.

if you have tattoos, nancy will leave kisses on it. she loves your tattoos because they look so pretty on you, and when other people point it out she gets jealous and brings it out on you by abusing your clit when the two of you are alone.

when you masturbate in front of her, then you cum, you bring your fingers to her mouth and maintain eye contact while letting her suck. her pretty eyes just staring up at you make you wanna pounce at her.

such a big fan of public sex, the adrenaline she gets from it, from you? it’s the best thing ever.

you love to gift her stuff you make or stuff you get from a trip, she keeps them on a table in her room, and likes to look at them when she misses you T-T.

she’d give you random poems sometimes, she’d also point at random flowers or stray cats and say “look, it’s you!”

#stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #billy hargrove smut #jonathan byers smut #robin buckley smut #nancy wheeler smut #wlw #stranger things 4

[teyamloving12]

I read the foursome story and it had me in a chokehold how do you do it so well🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

Pt. 2 where the husbands go out again but plot twist: the wives want to make them jealous by “flirting” with other guys, and Ronal teaches the reader how to be a brat. The outcome is unexpected to them because not just Jake but Tonowari shows his rough dom side (bc Jake taught him after the first story and now he can act on it). The boys blindfold/tie the girls up and use them however they want (ex using toys, tail pulling, spit, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging, throat fucking, breeding, face slapping, marking, spanking, etc). Before they do that though they make Ronal + the reader get off on each other for what seems like forever. Then after the boys are finished they make the girls do the same thing because they like the sight of both of them dripping their cum

Frustrated Wives Part 2

Warning: brat taming, hard dom!Tonowari and Jake, spitting, spanking, breeding kink, f x m x f x m, daddy kink, etc.

Pairing: Jake x Reader x Tonowari x Ronal

Synopsis: Jake and Tonowari are gone again and Ronal wished to teach you something new.

@neytirishottie

Read part 1 here❤

Last night was a beautiful experience and now Ronal wants even more. You would be a liar if you didn't agree. It was an experience to remember. Were you both mad you shared husbands? No, in fact Ronal even encouraged you and Tonowari to try a little something once again.

Ronal swam around you, the rippling water tickling your sides. "Come on Ma Y/n, let's try something different today. I want to feel it again!", she exclaimed. "My husband?", you joked. She shaked her hand frantically. "Ok what do you suggest?", you asked your friend. "You see that man.", she pointed. He was handsome, devilishly handsome. Your eyes widened as you realized her plan.

"Ronal No! We can't! Well at least I can't.", you whispered. "Why not, Ma Y/n, let's live a little before they come back from the hunt.", she said. You knew how Jake was when he was angry. That's why you ended up with so many children. Out of his wrath, he fucked you like a dog in heat. He saw no one but her words were so convincing. We were just living a little nothing more, nothing less.

"Ronal I can't believe we just did that!", you yelled at her. She just shrugged. "But let's try something else!", she suggests once again. Ronal was crazy about last night, she want to happen on more time. You looked beautiful around her husband's cock. And Jake. Ronal has never been fucked rough in her life. You were lucky to have such a skillful husband that could please you anyway you wished in bed.

You listened to her plan while she smiled like a mad person beside you. Your eyes widened. You slowly recall when Jake did to Ronal for being mean to your son, Lo'ak and it was not good.

You kneeled behind her watching as your husband grabbed her by the chin aggressively. "You're quite a slut for someone that insults my son!", Jake spat dirty remarks in her face as she kneeled before him. "I mean he's not a real Na'vi, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, 'Toruk Makto'.", she said back. Jake got angrier and pushed his cock down her throat. Poor Ronal. She reminded you of your younger self who you could barely take Jake in your mouth. In which you do still struggle.

Although it was a distant past now, you still got aroused from the situation. You tried to replace yourself with Ronal but you couldn't take it. The pleasure in your cunt got greater. She wants you to rebel aganist you, aganist your husband's words. You couldnt imagine being fucked like a whore. You obeyed his every command but why not have a little fun? You agreed to her plan and you learnt to be rude and say no when he wanted something. Now that were you fucked up.

Jake and Tonowari barged into the marūi furiously. They overhear a warrior saying how Toruk Makto's wife and the Tsahik were literally begging for his attention. You were scared. Tonowari walked over to you. "Is it true?", he tried to control his temper but it was clear this man was about to burst. He rubbed your temple hoping to hear a positive answer only to feeling you push your arms away from you.

"I'm a woman, I don't know you two telling me what to do when you're gone!", you said with your voice trembling a little. Tonowari looked to Ronal and tilts his head. He smirks. Tonowari grabbed your braids forcing you to look at him. " A woman you call yourself? No, only whores flirt with a man other than your husband.", he said with venom in his tone.

Jake glared daggers at the two women, especially Ronal. You were shocked he was not really angry at you. "You teaching my wife how to be a bitch, hmm?", he asked sarcastically. Ronal rolled her eyes. That's the exact reaction he wanted. Jake thought about something for a second, before you pulled a knife out if her side. You crawled before Ronal in fright. How adorable!

He used the knife to lift her chin up and smiled like a psychopath. "Take 'em off or I'll cut em off!", he barked in your face. Ronal slowly took off her clothes as if she was teasing him and you quickly did as you were told. You were trembling in fear. Jake threw the knife to the side and smirked. "You know what to do.", he said. "What?", Ronal spat. You tapped her shoulders and she immediately understood. "And what if I don't?", she protested. Your eyes widen.

"Don't worry this isn't your only punishment.", he said. Tonowari looked at you and smiled. "My wife is a bad influence on your beautiful mate.", he spoke up. "You and I will deal with her accordingly.", his voice boomed through his marūi. "What about me?", you whispered. "You're still getting punished, like probably 60 percent.", Jake laughed out. "Ronal is getting lesser than me!", you yelled. "Sweetcheeks, Ronal is getting 100 percent punishment!", he said.

"Chop chop, we don't have all night!", Jake hurried you both. Her hands slid down to your ass. She began to rub them gently and she increased in speed. Her fingers ran down to your wet folds. You moaned as you grabbed the mat. Jake and Tonowari got hard but you both were enjoying this way too much. Ronal grazed her head over your clit and smirks looking at you. "You nasty girl! You're not supposed to be wet, it's a punishment!", she laughed out.

She was one to talk because her juices soaked the ground. You pushed her head down because she was talking too much and grinded your hips into her face. She attempted to get out but you used your thighs to hold her down. You were god-sent. Tonowari was getting impatient. His cock was about to release itself on the women in front of him. Ronal's hands snuck in between her own legs and started to touch herself. Her fingers were soaked. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as she pinched your puffy clit then taking it back in your mouth.

"Ronal please-- I beg you-- nnmgh-- I have to cum!", you said trying to hold back the moans from escaping your mouth. You looked to Jake. "Cam I cum for you daddy?", you asked. "Wari , did you hear that?", Jake asked in shock. "Such a good girl to ask for permission. Cum for us tìyawn.", he said calmly before you realized your juices all over Ronal's face. You both were exhausted not even noticing Jake and Tonowari coming closer to blindfold you both. Tonowari grabbed your hands gently and lifter them above your head with a rope and did the same for his wife.

You opened your eyes only to see darkness. "Its our turn to enjoy ourselves now!", you heard Tonowari's muffled voice. "Here's the rules of the game, one of us push our cocks in your mouth and you have to guess who it is. If you guessed right then we will slow down if not, our cock will overuse your slutty mouths!", Jake explained, pushing his thumb in your mouth enjoying his little time.

Let the game begin. You heard Ronal muffled a little bit. You were gagged on who ever was in her mouth. You were confused on who it was probably it was Jake or maybe it as Tonowari. While in thought, a cock was forced into your mouth. It was veiny and stretched out your mouth wider than ever. He continued to fuck your throat. You would to tap on his thigh but your hands were tied.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure under the blindfold. He fucked your throat which left it sore and hoarse. He grabbed the back of your head and you choked on his cock. He came down your throat and slowly pulled out. His tip was on your lips, you french kissed the tip. It doesn't matter who it was. It was good but it certainly wasn't Jake.

You heard Ronal choked. She probably didn't process the fact someone just came in her mouth. "Guess who?", Jake asked. "I...I think it was Tonowari.", you guessed, whispering in his ear. Jake furrowed his eyebrows. "I was hoping you would get it wrong so I could have a go at you, baby girl.", Jake spoke out. "Its your turn, you whore. Guess who?", Tonowari asked his wife. "Was it you Wari?", she asked. "You guessed wrong.", Jake said. Jake forced himself into her mouth again.

Tonowari cut your rope from your hands. Your wrists were red and swollen. Tonowari kissed your wrists as a way of saying sorry. Jake looked back. "Don't spoil him Wari, she still needs to be punished.", Jake spoke out. Ronal's whimpers and moans on his cock make him go even deeper inside her mouth.

You snuck your way in between Jake and Ronal's legs to get a taste. "Ronal are you serious getting wet from sucking my husband's cock?", you asked as your tongue went even deeper inside of her. Jake looks at the women who bickering under him while looking at Tonowari with curiosity in his eyes.

Jake grabbed you by your hair. Ronal whined on Jake's cock wondering where the pleasureful sensation from her clit disappeared to. Jake ripped out her blindfold, only to see Tonowari lining up his huge cock with your soaked pussy. You ached your back giving his access to your cunt. You wiggled your ass for me making Tonowari lick his lips. Tonowari pushed himself inside of you. He grabbed your wiggling tail making you release a loud moan.

Ronal wanted to reach for her pussy but she was till tied up. Jake pulled out of her sloppy mouth. He sat her into his cock. "Moan and I'll stop!", Jake shouted in her face. Ronal bit her lip. Jake sucked on her neck and bit on the purple marks he left behind. Jake was fueled by anger and lust. The sloppy noises from the women's cunts made him go feral. Jake used one hand to push Ronal's hips on his dick and the other to cut down the rope.

She moaned out loudly from the harsh thrusts that slammed down on her womb. Jake slapped her across the cheek causing her to release a whimper. Meanwhile, Tonowari pushed your head down on the ground grabbing your tail for your hips to slam on her huge cock. "Say Jake how would you feel if I impregnated your pretty wife?", Tonowari asked. "Was gonna ask the same question!", Jake responded. Ronal was a whimpering mess which multiple hickeys on her teal skin.

Her fingernails sank into Jake's skin. She was coming. You watched as squirted all over your husband's cock while looking at you in the eyes. Jake came inside of her and pulled out. He walked over to you. His tip was on your lips asking for access to enter your pretty mouth. You licked him off clean. Tonowari was in full rage mode inside your pussy and without warning, he came inside of you. You smiled seductively and reached for Jake's balls and sucked them. Jake came on your face.

You crawled towards your exhausting best friend. You opened your legs and french kissed her clit before falling in beside her breasts. Jake and Tonowari smiled at this sight. "Wanna stay here forever Ma Jake.", you mumbled. He rubbed your cheek. "We will be fine, baby. I promise."

#neteyam x reader #avatar smut #neteyam x you #neteyam smut #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader smut #aonung x reader #neteyam #aonung smut #atwow ao'nung #jake x reader #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #sully x reader #avatar quaritch #avatar 2 #avatar fic #neteyam x y/n #tonowari x reader #tonowari x y/n #tonowari smut #smut #atwow imagines #atwow smut #atwow neteyam

[fushigurro]

𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃.

𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜 𝗫 𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / oral (reader receiving) / mention of m!masturbation / hair pulling / a singular little slap

You can hardly wait to get back home after a long and aggravating day, looking forward to being with Denki after a particularly spicy string of text messages had passed between the two of you earlier. It had left the both of you heated and wanting for more, to say the least.

You’re a little later than usual, but it was out of your control; besides, it only causes the anticipation to continue to build within you oh so deliciously. You’re only that much more excited to walk through the door of your home, predicting that Denki will be just the same.

However, the visual you’re immediately met with causes your jaw to drop.

Denki's on the couch, legs spread, breath hot and heavy, and looking like a complete disheveled mess. The waistband of his pants is only pushed down enough for his cock to have been pulled out, t-shirt bunched up with a free hand so that his stomach and chest are the canvases for his drying cum rather than the fabric.

Apparently he was impatient enough to jerk himself off before you got home. And only moments ago, it seems.

He looks at you, wrecked, panting, and remorseful, already aware of your disappointment. “I-I’m sorry, babe… I couldn't take it anymore.” His cheeks are red as he swallows and fights to catch his breath. “You were taking forever and… I just thought I'd blow off some steam real quick and then be ready again when you got home! Please don’t be mad!” He apologizes and hopes his excuses erase the displeased look in your eyes, but oh, are his hopes ever in vain.

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You’ve lost track of time after your third orgasm.

Denki’s on his knees in between your thighs, mouth slaving away at your cunt as you’re spread bare in that very same spot on the couch. You’d decided that since his cock had become worthless after his little solo venture, you’d put him to work in other ways in the meantime.

Your fingers grip at bright strands of hair, keeping him in place, but you allow him a brief moment to come up for air. His lips and chin are coated with your slick, and he’s even more of a mess than he was before.

“Babe, can I take a break? Pretty please? My jaw’s getting tired.” He has the audacity to whine and complain, using a spare hand to squeeze the base of his hard cock.

Oh, so now he wants to fuck you? That only makes you tighten your grip in his hair, causing him to twitch and whimper with a soft ‘a-ah!’

“Not tired enough to shut up, apparently,” you respond coldly. “Maybe you should’ve thought a little harder before deciding to fuck your own fist before i got home.”

“I said I was sorry!” he desperately reiterates with a pout as his hips ever so slightly rut against nothing.

“I know, baby.” you slide your hand down to cup his cheek and offer a small, faux smile. “But sorry’s not enough. You gotta make it up to me, right?” You wipe some of the wetness from his chin with your thumb.

Denki closes his eyes and softly nods in agreement despite his anguish. The guilt washes over him once more. “Yeah, I guess so.”

This deeply amuses you. “Good boy,” you say, giving his cheek a light slap so that it turns as pink as the tip of his weeping cock. He swears he could bust just from the way you handle him.

“Now, keep going,” you continue, grabbing a fist full of his hair once more. “I'm not done using you yet.”

#i was on my kaminari bs last night y’all sorry #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari smut #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #re: denki kaminari #my writing.

[filthygalli]

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 Kenshi Takahashi AU: “Never yours"

PART 1

Warnings: Dark, Killing, Arrange Marriage, Rape, Yakuza!Kenshi Takahashi, Slave!Fem Reader, Porn, MDNI, Kenshi is a little mean here, choking, slapping, Usage of Y/N And L/N (THIS APPLIES IN THE WHOLE FIC)

Let me know if I missed anything!

Author's note: This is a dark fic, I'm trying my best to make it accurate to a Yakuza situation stuff, so please if you want me to change something in the fic feel free to request anything! I'm also gonna credit you at the end of the fic.

Summary: Your parents are part of a Yakuza. One they, They decided to part ways from the Yakuza, since they wanted to live a normal life, Kenshi's father wanted them to stay and have their protection, your parents refused, leading to your parents death.

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You were once born in a wealthy family, But since your parents died due to an ‘Accident’ all your parents' money and hard work went to their partners, which is The Yakuza.

You begged your aunt's to keep you and you promised them that you'll work for them in any kind of job so the Yakuza wouldn't take you in, your aunt refused as the Yakuza told them not to, payed them money to not to talk with anyone about the ‘accident’, but the truth is…The Yakuza killed your parents, they didn't agree on something and killed them by a car accident, since then you've been a slave and a prostitute to the yakuza’s.

You felt disgusted, you saw yourself in the mirror as you cried, Thinking that you should've died with your parents.

It's been years since they died, you can't go out into the real world because you've been stuck with gang men, One day two gang members came in your chamber blindfolding you and tying your hands on the back so you couldn't move or fight them, they brought you into a nice looking office that you haven't been in before, you wonder if they'll set you free or sell you to other Yakuza members.

You saw a tall man with a tattoo on his hands all the way up, wearing a nice black suit sitting across the room, smoking his cigarettes. The man spoke, “Is that L/N’s daughter?” he asked, “Yes, Boss.” The other gang member said, “Leave.” The man stood up from his seat walking towards you slowly as the two gang members left the room.

“The name's Kenshi Takahashi.” He extended his hands, offering for a hand shake. You frowned as you looked at his hands, “I don't do handshakes to thugs-” “Aren't you one of those thugs?” he chuckled, “C’mon at least let me know you're name.” He said grinning down at you as he close the gap between the two of you, “Y/N” “hmm, Y/N, have a seat, we have something to discuss.” “Can I say ‘No’?” He grins, “Only if you wish to suffer.” He pushed you down to seat at the couch beside you, “I'll be quick here, I have an offer for you.” “it's a No,” he chuckled, “Just hear me out you little fuck.” He cupped your chin harshly, “It's for your freedom and my Reputation, if you don't help me, I'm gonna kill you myself, understand?” You nodded, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes, “You're pathetic!” You tried to push him but he's too strong, “Pathetic? You can't even fight back.” He chuckled as he turned around to grab a drink. As he pours some whiskey to his glass you found an opportunity to run and punch him, as he turned around you punched him straight, he stumbled leaving his drink spilled on his clothes, he grins touching his lips as you made it bleed, “that was good, Y/N I'll give that to you.” He smirked as you got scared of what you've done, “I'm sorry- i-” he pushed you making you stumble on the ground, “sometimes girls like you should behave.” He chuckled as he pins you down.

He says something in your ear, “Are you going to hear me out about my offer or I'll-” you cut him off, “Ok! I'm sorry-” you begged as you felt tears run down on your cheeks, he grins, “Good girl, Y/N.” he says as he whispers something, “So, about that offer, I need to be with me, a marriage.” “Are you crazy! Why would I want myself to marry someone who's involved with the killing of my parents!” You screamed at him and he just chuckled, “They deserve it, Y/N. Your parents don't deserve you, but I do.” he looked you in the eyes, “Whether you like it or not, we'll be together.” he smirks as he kissed your neck all the way up to your jaw, “please…stop-” you protest, “you're mine, Y/N, all mine, Understand?” He stopped waiting for your answer, he choked you lightly, “Do I have to hurt you just to say ‘yes’ to me, hmm?” Tears started to form in your eyes, “No- please- I'll do anything…” “See, You're a good girl already for me, Y/N.” He chuckled as he stood up grinning down at you, “Meet me here at 10:00, I have something for you.” he said helping you up, “Why-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

His lips are soft, he smells like cigarettes, Good one though. The way his tongue brushes your lips, the way he kisses you harshly, you can't help but to fall for him.

You moaned on his lips, groaning as he stole the moans from you. He pulled away from the kiss as he went to the door and opened it, “I'll see you later, Y/N.” he says as he went out.

You scoffed at yourself as the two gang members who escorted you earlier went inside and escorted you out, without blindfolding nor tying you up, “There's a room ready for you, Ms. Y/N” you went inside a room, a big room with a big bed, lots of luxurious clothes and materials.

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I'll post part 2 later or tomorrow! I'm having difficulties of writing the second part😞

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat 11 #kenshi takahashi mk1 #mk kenshi #kenshi takahashi x reader #yakuza #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #kenshi x reader #kenshi takahashi #Spotify

[tinythebunni]

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Pretty Little Fuckdoll

Matt needed a release. After nearly dying in the Midland Circle attack, he left being Matt Murdock behind. He was the devil now. Daredevil. That’s all he could be for now.

Matt had been coming home late. Youd stay up every night waiting for him to come back. You needed to know he was alive before you could go to sleep.

Matt made you wear only a bra and thin panties in the apartment. He said it was for “easy access”.

Matt had taken you in after he rescued you from nearly being robbed. He said it was his reward for being such a nice human being. He said he deserved it.

At first, you resisted and tried to escape. But Matt didn’t like that. He really, really didn’t like that. Eventually you learned that this was your home now.

And you grew to love him. He was your life now. The only thing you knew now. The only thing you’d ever need. You loved him, even if you didn’t know his real name.

You could hear the door creak open as he stepped inside. You could feel the vibration of the floors shaking from Matt’s combat boots hitting the floor boards. You could smell the blood on his hands, you didn’t know if it was his or not.

You finally got a glimpse of him when he walked into your shared room. He wasn’t beaten up, nor bloodied. The blood was someone else’s.

“I’m back sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl for me, right?” He asked. You had specific rules you had to follow, one of them being you couldn’t touch yourself unless he was there to watch.

“Y-Yes! Of course, I’m always your good girl.” You whimpered, tripping over your own words. You were needy, he hadn’t fucked you in days.

You thought you’d said the right thing, been the best girl for him. But obviously not. He slapped you, hard.

You could feel the handprint forming on your face.

“Fucking slut. Don’t act like a good girl when I can hear you moaning in your sleep. Bet you think about me fucking you when you get bored.”

You stared up at him teary eyed, mouth open in shock. You couldn’t believe what was happening. You hadn’t moaned in your sleep, had you?

You were thrown out of your thoughts when Matt tossed you on the floor. “Stupid slut, can’t even answer my question.” He’d asked you something?

Matt grabbed you by the throat, restricting your airflow in the best way. The loss of oxygen making your head dizzy and your blood flow slow.

Your body was lain out on the floor now, back arching up off the floor in need. Matt took off his belt, cuffing your hands behind your back with it.

Now you were restrained fully. Couldn’t even move. That’s how he liked you, unable to move. His pretty little fuckdoll.

Matt left you alone for a second, on the floor, unable to move. You were there for 5 minutes, at least, before he came back.

In his hands were a roll of tape and a blind fold. He set the tape down and covered your eyes tight. You couldn’t even make out figured behind it.

You didn’t know what Matt was doing but you could feel your undergarments being removed. Soon you were naked, and afraid. But also really needy.

You heard tape ripping, and then you felt it around your feet. Now you couldn’t even try to escape. Sensory deprived and horny, could it get much worse?

This was how Matt wanted you. He wanted you to feel how he felt when he lost his sight. Lost and scared.

He left you again, to grab something from out of a drawer? When he came back, you felt ink on your skin. You couldn’t make out the words, but knowing him, they were probably degrading and slut shaming words.

Once he was done, he was up and off of you. You could hear skin against skin, but it wasn’t yours. He was jerking himself off, right above you.

“Such a cute lil cum dump. Letting me use you, not like you have much of a choice. You’re mine now. You always will be.”

You could hear him grunting and groaning. The sound of his hand wrapped around his cock. You could feel droplets of his sweat on you, dripping from his gorgeous form.

“God I love this pretty little cunt, such a whore for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.” You could feel tears coming to your eyes, but they didn’t fall. Simply being absorbed by the cloth on your eyes.

“Tell me who you belong to, bitch.”

“You. Only you.” But that answer for you a slap to the face.

“Don’t be a dumb slut, I haven’t even fucked you yet. Be specific, who am I.”

You couldn’t think, you didn’t know how to answer. You were taking too long though, you got a slap again. This time to your aching cunt.

“Answer me bitch!”

“You’re the devil! The devil!” You whined desperately.

And that’s what set Matt off. Your needy voice calling him the devil, being so degrading and disgusting for him. All for him.

His back arched through the air, as he moaned and grunted above you. His cum, landed on your tits, your face, and right on your clit. God, you need him bad!

“Your turn, slut.” Flipping you over, he smacked your ass, the most tame thing he’d done to you all night.

He entered you fast and rough, giving you no time to prepare. He fucked you like you were a mere object to him. Which you were, you didn’t matter to him. At least, that’s what you thought.

“Such a, fuck, such a dumb little bitch for me. Love this right lil cunt.”

“Please!” You whined up at him.

“Shhh, flashlights don’t talk.”

You whimpered at his words, but he was right.

“Pretty good little girls just sit and take it. They let people use them like the dumb sluts they are.”

You could feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm, but you couldn’t beg for more. You were supposed to be quiet, if you listened you could cum.

“Such a good little bitch. God, tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and this big cock I fuck you with.

You could barely hear him over the haze in your mind, you we’re dizzy and fucked out from the thick cock thrusting into you, over and over.

He slapped your ass cheek, letting you feel the pain before saying it again.

“I love you! I love you and your big cock so much!”

Matt rubbed your clit, getting you closer and closer to your climax. One hand on your clit, the other grabbing the belt around your wrists to pull you closer to him.

Your back arched off the floor, your cunt throbbed around him, your head swimming with millions of thoughts. All about him. Only about Matt.

You came around Matt’s cock, stars in your vision. Eyes hazy and mind dizzy. You were a fucked out mess.

Soon Matt was coming in you, his cum warm and thick in your belly. You weren’t on the pill, he hadn’t used a condom either. It was just you and him.

Pulling out of you, Matt took the blind fold off your eyes. He removed the belt around your wrists, and the tape from your legs.

Once you could move, you looked down to see the words he wrote on you.

“Dumb cunt”

“Free use”

“Cockwhore”

Cumdump”

“Fleshlight”

An arrow pointing towards your cunt, saying “ignore” and another towards your ass, “cum here”

So degrading but so very hot. You felt yourself getting wet, again.

This night felt different. Matt always cleaned you up after sex, he wasn’t a monster. But this time, when he cuddled and slept with you, he kissed you. Soft and sweet.

Maybe he did care about you.

#matt murdock smut #matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #perv!matt murdock #Matt Murdock lemon #daredevil smut #daredevil imagine #daredevil #Matthew murdock #Disney+ #marvel smut #hero smut #religion kink #dark!matt murdock #dark!matt #perv!matt #dark!fic

[plussizeficchick]

hey Dee! :)

i was wondering if you could pls do a SDS Ban oneshot where he’s just so greedy and possessive of the reader? w manhandling and overstim pls!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hey bae❤️Absolutely, hope you enjoy!!

Selfish│Ban x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Smut(oral fem!receiving, squirting, breeding kink, overstimulation)Borderline yander-ish but not really.

Ban had a lot of respect for his captain.

The guy managed to leave a scar on the immortal sin. A deep laceration to remind him everyday that he’s not one to be messed with.  

And he thought he’d earned at least a fraction of that respect back in their “friendly” brawls, having managed to earn a few wins over the dragon sin. He knew when Meliodas was feeling vulnerable and was open to cheering him up. He even knew to keep Elizabeth at arms length, not wanting his captain to get the wrong idea.

So it was a real slap in the face when the guy that he respected most, didn’t show him that same respect. 

You were a healer working under Merlin, an apprentice one would say, and the moment Ban saw you he felt an unfamiliar thumping in his chest. He was behind the bar, nursing his nth drink of the night when Merlin transported the both of you into the center of the bar. You had removed the hood of your cloak from your head and surveyed the room and when he saw your eyes land on him, he felt his heart stop. Gorgeous. 

And once you removed your cloak to get comfortable, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, his cock hardening and pushing uncomfortably against his already tight pants. Fuck. Why’d you have to wear a bodysuit? And one so tight at that, your plump ass cheeks practically spilling out, your tits pushing flush against the stretchy material. And fuck your thighs, so thick, so squishy looking. He wanted to see the fat puff out from between his fingers as he holds up your legs, burying his face in what he knows is just the chubbiest, juiciest fucking cunt he’s ever fucking seen.

From then, he’d made it his mission to get close to you, not sexually, but emotionally and intimately as well. The thumping he’d felt in his chest the day he met you never ceasing each passing day, the two of you growing closer with each conversation before he’d finally asked you to be his. 

You immediately accepted, wrapping your arms around him and the feeling of pure euphoria that washed over him as he pulled your plump form flush to his, was something he’d never experienced before. This. This is who I live for.

-- 

Ban had long ago decided that if the moment ever called for it, he’d die for you. As drastic as that may seem, with their lives you never know what may happen. And with the way Meliodas was feeling you up, he was prepared to take that risk.

But then..

But then, Ban got an idea.

Why try to beat the fact that you were in a committed relationship in Meliodas, when he can just show him that you are?

With renewed determination, Ban stalked over to you and Meliodas, snatching up your thick arm in his fingers. “Hey Cap, need to borrow them for a sec, you mind? No? Great!” Before Meliodas could even utter a word, he was whisking you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

–

As soon as the room to his door shut, you were being pushed up against the door, Ban gliding his lithe body against your plush one, hands grabbing at the flesh. “Silly Captain, poor guy would have no idea what to do with a body like yours. So soft and round, all for me right, baby? You’re all mine, right?” He asks, though you don’t get a chance to answer before he’s pressing his lips to yours roughly. You gasp, taken off guard by Ban’s behavior, and he uses that to tangle his tongue with yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

As you make out, Ban paws at your clothes, eager to get to his prize. He pulls away after a few minutes, immediately moving to your neck, sucking hickies in places he knows will be hard to cover. You mewl as he bites on the juncture of where your head and shoulder meet, “B-Ban, what’s gotten-ah, what’s gotten into you?” You ask, confused as to where this is coming from. 

He pulls you away from the door, guiding you to your shared bed, lightly pushing you to lay back. “Cap’n thinks it's okay to touch what’s mine, but you know better right, baby? You know you’re mine.” He muttered against your lips. “You.. These gorgeous fucking tits. That pretty, fat, cunt.” He practically growls out, the thought of sinking into your wet cavern enough to make him cum. He couldn’t wait.

Peeling off his “shirt”, he leaves his tight red pants on. He’d get to that soon enough. Right now though, he had a goal.

He sucks hickies onto your skin as he trails down your pudgy frame, being sure to show extra love to your stomach and thighs; they are his favorite part of your body, before focusing on your cunt. 

He lets out a content sigh, spreading your pussy lips before licking a bold stripe up your center, groaning at the flavor dancing on his tongue. So good. You always tasted so fucking good. Sometimes he wondered if the fountain of youth was actually between your thick thighs, perfectly hidden away from wandering eyes. It’s with that thought that has him remembering his original plan and he’s eating you out with vigor, tongue lapping through your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth then flicking the bud with his tongue. 

You’re a mess, writhing, gasping, carding your fingers through his hair and you don’t know if you’re trying to pull him away from your cunt or pushing him further into you. Not that it matters because Ban is refusing to come up for air. He doesn’t have to worry, he can’t die, right? 

He spits on your cunt before lapping up the combination of saliva and your juices and he grunts, unconsciously rutting his hips against the bed. He slips two fingers into your hole, thrusting upwards, finding your sweet spot with ease. “Pl-Please Ban.” “Please what, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” He says, a smirk slowly making its way to his face. He loved you like this, pretty and pliant, all for him. “Let me cum. Please. Can I cum, Ban?” You whine. Why’d he have to be such a tease? He knew you were shy when it came to dirty talk, but that wouldn’t stop him from pushing you to be open about your desires. “Yeah, baby. You can cum, but you gotta promise to be loud f’me, kay?” He says before placing his mouth right back on your clit, giving a particularly harsh suck to the bundle of nerves. 

You cum with a shout, Ban’s name falling off your lips like a prayer and your cunt sucks in his fingers, the lewd squelch of your pussy echoing throughout the room. Ban maintains his tempo throughout your thrashing, fingers fucking into you with fervor. You try to push his head away, but he just playfully smacks your hand away. “One more. Give me one more, pretty.” He whispers into your pussy, pressing sweet kisses to your throbbing clit. “I-I can’t.” “Oh but you can, baby. And you will. You’re not leaving this spot til I’ve fucked you full of my seed.” He growls, rubbing your clit with his thumb. 

You sob as you come undone for a second time, though this one is more intense than the first, a strong pressure in the pit of your stomach. “W-wait, Ban!” “It’s okay, baby. Do it. Cum for me, I’m here.” He encourages, picking up his pace. The band snaps and you’re cumming, your juices squirting all over Ban’s face and chest as he tries to lap up as much of it as he can. You buck your hips uncontrollably, the overstimulation getting to you.

He works you through your orgasm, pressing soft kisses to your skin, making his way back up your body before placing a slow, warm kiss to your lips. You kiss back eagerly, wrapping your thick arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Slowly, Ban pulls away resting his forehead against yours. “Ready for more, pretty girl?” 

–

Ever since that day, your captain refused to make eye contact with you. Not only that, his constant groping also ceased, and while you were a bit confused, you didn’t mind. It’s not like you had time to when Ban was always hovering over you, telling you to “Take it easy, babe. Can’t stress the baby.” with a sly grin on his face.

He’s glad his little plan worked out.   

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[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 2)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, drinking, mentions sex

synopsis ➩ Y/n finds a place to stay.

word count ➩ 700

Not knowing what else to do on a Friday night, you go to your favorite frat house. Your head replays the events of tonight over and over on your walk. You’re so distracted you almost walk right past the party. You make your way inside. Luckily, you carry your own flask, and you quickly down the whole thing. If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s unhealthy coping. 

It doesn’t take long before you feel the comforting hands you’ve grown to love come around your waist. Steve Rogers is the sweetest guy you’ve met. He transferred to your university sophomore year to play football. He’s the perfect guy, tall, handsome, sensitive, and genuine. Since he is on the football team, he doesn’t even drink. Every girl on campus adores Steve, but he only wants you. It’s pretty amazing being the luckiest person on campus. You melt in his arms, finally getting a sense of relief. Tonight, Steve is all you need.

“Steveee!” You draw out, not really noticing how drunk you were until this moment. 

“Y/n.” He mocks your tone. You lightly slap his bicep, and he lets out the cutest giggles. You truly don’t deserve him. He’s far too pure. But he sees you, truly sees you, and he still hasn’t ran away. So you don’t either, even though he scares you shitless. His voice is comforting like no other, his presence is a gift, and his patience never runs out when it comes to you. “What’s wrong?” He always knows when something is off. 

“I fucked up, and then I got kicked out of my house.”

“Do you need a place to stay?

“No, I’m fine.”

“Where are you sleeping?”

“Ummm, I don’t know.”

“Y/n, you’re going to stay with me tonight. I am not going to leave you alone with nowhere to go. How about we go now?”

“Okay,” you concede, knowing deep down that he doesn’t see you as a burden, even though you always feel like one. You hold hands, leaving the party barely five minutes after you got there. Hey, at least you have a temporary home. 

“So, what’d you do to get kicked out?”

“I kissed Jane’s crush, twice.”

“Oh my god, you kissed Thor?”

“Yeah, I’m not proud of it, but like it’s really hard for me to resist when I’m drunk.”

“Y/n, it’ll all be okay. Maybe for now stop kissing people you’re not supposed to.” You laugh, the absurdity of this situation hitting you all at once. You’re going home with the guy you’ve wanted to sleep with for months, but only to sleep. This is not how you wanted your night to go at all. “I’m sorry, it’s just,” you blurt out, still giggling, “I’m about to go to your place, and we’re not even gonna have sex.”

“Think of it as a fresh start. Maybe this time you’ll get with a good guy.”

“You mean like you?”

“And we’re here.”

“Answer the question Steve.” No response as you walk into the building or up the stairs. You already know the answer though. 

“Hey, Buck, I’m home.” As if the night couldn’t get any worse, you’re ex comes and greets you at the door. You wanna projectile vomit all over the smug prick.

“I see you have company, you gettin’ lucky tonight, Rogers?” You roll your eyes, hoping maybe they’ll get stuck, and you won’t ever have to look at your enemy ever again. 

“Y/n, this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/n.” 

“Oh, James and I know each other.” Steve almost seem shocked at the use of the brunette’s real name. But he ends up dropping it.

“Well then you won’t mind if she stays with us.” Bucky looks between the two of you, looking for any sign of a joke, but he comes up empty. 

“Goodnight, lovebirds.”

“Night Buck.” And those are the last words spoken between you before everyone was off to bed.

Being in the arms of Steve Rogers is incredible, it’s warm and inviting. In no time at all, you are feeling the sweet embrace of slumber.

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #college au #enemies to lovers #exes to lovers #love triangle #angst #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut

[jo-harrington]

🩶🩶🩶

Request for Heaven-era AASB Eddie x Reader: discussing their favorite cryptids. (and why is Eddie's Mothman)

Mothman you say? Oh. Oh baby I’ve got you.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here.

I’m finishing this at 4am. This is most definitely not edited.

April 1984

“Would you rather…” you hummed thoughtfully. “Oh! Ok I have a good one. Would you rather drink the juice that collects at the bottom of a dumpster or eat a half-eaten moldy pizza you found on the side of the road?”

“Easy,” Eddie scoffed. “Trash juice. Next.”

“Are you kidding me?!?!” You practically jumped across the the booth to grab him by his vest. “The trash juice?!”

“You’re the one who thought of them!” He laughed heartily as you shook him.

It was your first date. Sort of. The first real one, just the two of you.

Thanks to your work schedule and his…well, more your work because he would happily skip class if it meant seeing you…it was hard to find time where the two of you could be alone. You were happy to meet at the Hideout on Tuesdays and listen to the band play, or spend a Saturday morning before your shift in the Caldwell’s garage while they practiced.

Or, at the very least, you insisted you were.

Having the guys around, however, meant that everything you shared with Eddie, you shared with them too. As addicted to you as he had become, there was very little he got to cherish for himself. And he coveted those little intimate moments.

He hadn’t even kissed you yet…

So, after some careful scheduling, here you were. Tucked into a booth in the Pizza Hut off highway 70 as you shared jokes and secrets and dreams.

He learned that you had a rebellious streak. You had dropped out of some stuffy all-girls Catholic high school as soon as you turned 18, despite your father’s threats to send you away to a convent if you even dared. You’d been driving around in your best-up, hand-me-down Marquis for a year before you simply had to stop running.

“Which led me to Hawkins. And you.”

“Almost like fate.”

“If you believe in that kind of thing.”

He also learned that you enjoyed silly party games, like “would you rather,” but no one ever wanted to indulge you.

Eddie greedily jumped at the chance to make you smile.

As soon as the first question left your mouth…

“Would you rather have your dick chopped off and thrown into a meat grinder or have sex with Ronald Reagan?”

…Eddie knew he was in love.

Beneath the innocent facade—the sweet smile and silver crucifix on your necklace that you fiddled with constantly—you were feral. And he could see why no one would play with you.

He, however, never wanted to stop.

For hours the two of you went back and forth, coming up with increasingly mind-bending challenges for one another and losing your minds at the other’s response.

While you went on and on about the merits of questionable road pizza over dumpster juice, though, Eddie formulated the ultimate question that would surely stump you.

And he could kiss the dumbfounded look off your face once it did.

"…and the point isn’t that you’re just sticking anything dirty in your mouth. It is the point of consumption!!! You might get sick if you eat something moldy. Trash juice would kill you! Instantly! Your…I don’t know, immortal soul forever disintegrated by the germs.”

You shook him once more for good measure, then fell back into your seat and gestured for him to go as you took a sip of your Mountain Dew.

Eddie took his chance and scooted out of the booth to quickly slid beside you on your side, preening as your giggles washed over him. As his arm found its way over your shoulder to tuck you into his side and make the moment more intimate, he suddenly understood the appeal of couples sitting on the same side of the booth.

“Would you rather,” he whispered into your ear, his voice taking on a deeper, richer quality the way it did when he DM’d. “Fuck the Jersey Devil or Mothman?”

You made your cute honking laugh and slapped his chest. Then, with all of the composure in the world, you looked him dead in the eye and answered.

“Mothman, duh…”

Something in Eddie short-circuited as you rested your head against his shoulder and elaborated, words fading into the background as he spiraled.

“He’s massive…the cuddles…protect you with his wings…nuzzle you…”

Because…of course to him, the correct answer was Mothman. Not necessarily to fuck, although that would be pretty metal.

Eddie had sketched Mothman many times in the journal he kept for DND. Had been obsessed with the story the first time his uncle had told it to him. The height, the wings, the general…it was not even benevolence…Mothman simply was. Flying around, living his life, sometimes scaring people, but generally a good guy.

Just like Eddie.

To be honest, he was a little surprised you even knew who Mothman was. But you seemed to know a lot of creepy, crazy shit so he just went with his gut.

But for you to…answer so confidently. You must have considered it before. Or maybe…

There was a soft pressure on his lips and Eddie came back to reality.

Lips? You were kissing him. Right. Right. Be cool.

His hand immediately found your cheek and held it reverently as he savored the sweetness of you. And in that moment, something inside of him—inside his soul—sighed in relief.

When you eventually pulled away, you giggled.

“Had to get you back to the real world somehow.”

You both savored the tenderness throughout the rest of the date. There were a few more rounds of “would you rather” with tamer topics. More kisses were exchanged, ones that took Eddie’s breath away and made his heart flutter.

And at the end of the night when he dropped you back off at home, right before you hopped out of his van, he asked the question that had plagued his mind since the moment before you kissed him.

“Did you fuck Mothman?”

#As Above So Below #Hymns of Heaven #eddie munson x reader #asks #R did not fuck Mothman but she sure has seen him before

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ

Day 4: Mutual Masturbation

❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns, has a dick), fem reader (has a vagina, called "babygirl"), nicknames (baby, babygirl, cock slut), no real aftercare but it ends fluffy

"Go faster, baby."

You whined but did as he asked, flicking your clit faster just as he said. Your breath hitched at the new pace, eyes growing hazy as sparks of pleasure flew through you.

"Need more," you whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at your boyfriend, silently pleading. Despite how desperately he was jerking his cock, he still shook his head, panting.

"Can't, baby. Forgot condoms."

"B-But we can do it raw! You could pull out—"

"Babe," he spoke sternly, eyes dark as he stared at you. "You know I love you, but I want us to be safe, at least until we take an STD test, ya know?"

You knew he was right: you knew that safety should be your priority, especially with sex, but God you just wanted him to rail you already. You'd done it plenty of times with condoms; why couldn't you go without one just this once?

You wanted to feel him without any barriers. You wanted to feel his hot, throbbing member pump in and out of you before spilling his cum inside, leaving you a sticky mess. You were so frustrated that he forgot to buy condoms before coming over to your place: all you wanted was for him to bounce you on his cock until you were brainless.

But he was such a goody-two-shoes, even in situations like these. You wished he would at least touch you instead of suggesting that you two masturbate in front of each other, but he made it clear that if he got you off himself then he wouldn't be able to resist fucking you.

"You're such a jerk," you pouted, lip jutted out but your hand not stopping.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. Just for today, okay? Gonna get a whole crate of condoms before our next visit. Gonna fuck you so hard next time." You keened, hips bucking up into your hand as you pushed in two of your fingers, spare hand toying with your clit.

"Yeah? W-What're ya gonna do?" you asked bashfully, feeling completely exposed to him. He sighed, slowing his pace and focusing on the head of his cock.

"Gonna treat you so good. Gonna eat that pretty pussy until you're squirtin all over me. Then I'm gonna fuck you just the way you like." He panted, massaging his balls as he started pumping in earnest again. "Gonna fuck you from behind, slap that sexy ass I love so much. Gonna throw you on your back and fold you like a pretzel and just go to town. Gonna make you see stars, babygirl."

Your moans grew louder, fingers thrusting faster into you. They were so tiny compared to his, nowhere near as long or thick as you needed them to be, but you did your best to hit that sweet spot within you.

"Wha… what else?" He scoffed, smiling weakly before he continued.

"I'm gonna fuck you as long as I can, baby. Gonna—shit—gonna have you beggin me to stop, but I won't. I ain't gonna stop fuckin that pretty pussy until I can't move anymore. Gonna turn you into a little cock slut—my little cock slut."

"Oh God," you whined, fingers moving faster, bullying your clit and vagina with as much speed as you could muster. You could already imagine how many times you would cum during his next visit, your pussy barely able to recover between each mind-blowing orgasm. The thought of him putting his whole weight behind his thrusts, using all his strength to fuck you, made you tremble and shake. You fell over the edge when you imagined him having to hold your body down so you wouldn't slide up the bed with each powerful thrust.

"Holy shit," he breathed, watching you spasm across the couch. He could see your hole clench erratically around your fingers, dribbles of slick spurting out and dirtying the couch. His cock throbbed when you squealed, quickly pulling your hands away from your cunt, thighs clapping shut.

His hand slowed as you came down from your high, moaning and sighing, body curling and twisting this way and that until you were finally comfortable. He hissed when you brought your soaked fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean.

"God damn it," he cursed, standing up quickly. You pouted as you saw him pull up his pants, tucking his cock into the waistband of his boxers to keep it from sticking out.

"Where're you going?" you asked sadly, worried that you had done something wrong. He grabbed his jacket from the floor, throwing it on before returning to your side.

"Gonna go get some condoms real quick," he spoke hurriedly, kissing your forehead. You were about to speak up, to object to him leaving right after you came, but he suddenly pried your legs apart, leaning down and licking a stripe from your clenching hole to your still aching clit. The action made you practically scream, hand covering your mouth quickly as he licked your essence off his lips.

"Sorry, baby. I just can't resist you." He leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be back soon. Keep it wet for me, okay?"

#☀️ kinktober 2022 #smut #fave x reader #fave x fem reader #male fave #fem reader #☀️ fics

[veritable-trash]

Orange Daydream

head empty just neck neck neck neck neck

Pairing: Santiago Pope Garcia x F!Reader

Words: 5K

Warning: none! just santi being sexy and me not knowing how to get to the point and needing to world build like nobody's fucking business.

A/N: HELLO, alright yall sorry for not being up and about but I've been struggling to find time to write because I GOT A JOB YAY. this was really fun to write i love santi as a character and oscar isaac is just sexyyyyyyyyy so of course i'm gonna write some joyful relationship development! i got an ask in mi inbox that i'm currently working on(hint hint my eddie munson fixation is coming to a head be prepared) so i'll hopefully have that done soon. anywayssssss i'm taking any requests if people are interested honestly open to anything just trying to get more writing going in my life ok well love you all hope you've had a fantastic week and i hope you enjoy this! ALSO tommy isn't tom from TF but i thought it was funny so there ya go :)

a part two is possible but i got so many ideas swirling it's not the priority but it could be if people are like really fiending just let me know :)))))) <333

masterlist weoweoweow

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Your ex was here. Milling about in Santi’s backyard blissfully unaware of your laser eyes trying to melt him to the ground from the kitchen window. 

Hiding.

Praying that he won’t notice you, that you can just stay here in anonymity for the rest of the evening or that, despite all the odds, the lasers you’re imagining shooting out of your eyes will become real and actually disintegrate him. 

A girl can dream. 

Santi was going to pay for this. You were going to make him get down on his knees and fucking grovel for at least 3 to 5 business days for putting you in this predicament. For letting that slug of a man traipse around your (Santi’s) backyard and ruin this lovely August evening with his bullshit and fuckery. 

Though to be fair it was partially on you but Santi was the one in charge of the guest list, so in reality it was completely his fault and he would be in the doghouse for this. For maybe the rest of his life, the jury was truly still out. 

It was hard to think about Tommy. He had been the love of your life(hah) for three years. You’d met Santi, your supposed best friend, through him. Had settled into this town, found a job, felt like you were creating a home. 

It had been almost painfully perfect. All your best friends called you relationship goals, the perfect couple, the envy of all single people near and far. 

And then he cheated. And not something simple like making out with some stranger at a bar.

No. Tommy had always had a penchant for the dramatic, so he ended up cheating on you with one of those aforementioned best friends. AND to make matters even worse, they were now engaged. Slapping their love and perfect relationship all across social media for you, the spinster, to tear apart with your gnarly, knobby fingers like some wicked witch planning to poison someone with an apple.

It had crossed your mind once or twice. It would be fitting retribution, Tommy and you had only broken up three months ago. 

You were living in hell. 

Now all you had left in this town was the knives littering your back and heart and in some twisted turn of fate Santi. Though for some reason he'd still let that motherfucker into your(Santi’s) house which was going to be quite a conversation when you got Santi alone. 

You heard her before you saw her. The squeal of elation made you want to claw your skin off. There she was rounding the corner and practically throwing herself into Tommy’s arms like he’s been away at war and she’s been staring out the window every day for months awaiting his return. 

God how fucking embarrassing. Just throwing their love around in front of everyone without a fucking care in the world. You’re surprised no one heard the banshee scream echoing around in your skull. 

Though that was how you and Tommy used to be. It hurt to admit that to yourself, could almost feel one of the knives lodged between your upper vertebras twisting viciously, tearing you apart as you remember exactly what it felt like to be spun around in his arms. Remembering so vividly how secure you had always felt with him, how safe.

Go fucking figure I guess.  

“If you scrub that plate any harder I think you’ll rub a hole in it sweetheart.”

Santi’s voice comes across muffled though you chalk that up to the living nightmare you're currently in and how you can’t seem to escape it. 

You turn to him, laser eyes now honing in on your new target and you swear you see Santi flinch a bit at the malice laced in your gaze. 

“You know Santiago I thought we were friends, best friends even. Yet here I scrub, looking out this window and who do I see? Oh that’s right, my villain of an ex and my villain of an ex best friend being all lovey dovey in our backyard. I can’t seem to even comprehend a good enough reason for them to be here other than you wanting to torture me, which I will admit would be something you would do.”

He chuckles at that, lips quirking ever so slightly up at the corners as he sidles up next to you at the sink. His hip bumps yours and his fingers wrap around the plate your viciously attacking and gently places it on the drying rack. 

“Honeybee come on, you know it’s my birthday and you know Tommy also knows it’s my birthday. He was always going to be here and though I wish he wasn’t here and I wish I could have told him to fuck off and never return again, you and I both know I can’t do that.”

Though the facetious pet name makes you want to grumble and spit and fight him, his arm gently wraps itself around your shoulders to tuck you into his side and as always he eases an ache in your chest and the fight in you dies out. Unsticks your lungs from your ribs so you can finally take a breath you didn’t even know you were desperately needing. His eyes trace your face, a gentleness there that you swear he only ever shows you.

Fuck Santi and his ability to distract you, allow you to breath even when it feels like your lungs are collapsing. It was why you guys had instantly clicked when Tommy introduced you two. 

He had flirted with you without a shred of modesty and yet made you feel like you could say absolutely anything without a second thought. It was the strangest combination but it just worked. That was just you and Santi, hot and cold, push and pull, fighting constantly but bonded by something cosmic. 

And you knew Santi was right. Tommy and him had been friends for years. Tommy was friends with Will and Benny, and even with you now usurping him in the friendship hierarchy with the boys, Tommy was always going to be a presence in this town, with these people. 

Though you did hold onto one victory and that was that Frankie had always had a problem with him. That’s why you loved Frankie the most out of the four of them and you made sure that Santi was well aware of it. Santi seethed at that fact. 

“Don’t call me that you know I hate it.” Your words are muffled into the soft cotton that wraps around his shoulders, no longer able to stare out of that godforsaken window and prolong your torture. “I ju-I don’t know I just wish he could disappear and that he never existed and I never had to see him again.”

You drag in air, the sound almost pitiful with the hurt laced through it and Santi’s other arm on instinct cages you tight against his chest. His temple settles against the side of your head and you swear you hear him intake a deep breath against your hair but you’re too distracted by his scent drowning you to really make heads or tails of anything. 

Cedar, mint, orange. Braided so delicately together you could miss all the different notes if it weren’t for the fact that you had it practically memorized it somewhere deep in your skull.  

You inhale another deep breath hoping to trap some of his scent in your lungs so you can tap into it later when, knowing your luck, you’ll be trapped alone with Tommy and his new fiancee. The joy.

Christ on a fucking cracker. 

“Are you really gonna stay in here for the rest of the party? Come on, it’s my birthday and the birthday boy wishes for you to at least try and socialize. For me. Please? Pretty please? Don’t make me beg now, though you know I do look absolutely fantastic on my knees.”

“God Santi you are such a fucking tramp! I can’t with you, you menace.”

But now you’re laughing and Santi’s eyebrows are waggling at you like this was his plan all along. To get you to laugh for just a second to stop your brain from descending into the ether of hate you’d been stewing in for months. 

Your eyes lock as you both settle back into the quiet of the kitchen. Benny’s laugh can be heard above the light commotion outside. The 80’s jams that Santi makes everyone listen to every year on his birthday trickle into your ears through the glass and walls, and you can smell the grill roaring, can practically see Frankie with his apron on and tongs in hand being a dictator about the right charcoal choice for the perfect smoky flavor. 

But you like it right here. Standing across from each other in the kitchen, talking but not talking, knowing but not knowing, just letting the sun filter in. His curls are like a prism for the light. Shades of black, brown, some chestnut and gray catching with every wave. 

God you love him.

Fuck, wait, not like love love him, you know just like love him. Like a best friend, like your confidante, like your everything-

“I’m-uhm I’m gonna head back out, ya know how Frankie gets if you leave him at the grill for too long-”

“Dictator Francisco Morales hailing from the Land of Grills, ya of course you gotta go save the general populous before he smokes them all out. I’ll try to get out there in a bit, I think that plate needs another solid scrub, swear I saw some barbecue sauce stuck to it.”

Santi’s eyes lighten and soften again, turning almost mahogany as the light catches them just so and before you can blink his lips press to your cheek and his scent washes over you again. 

“Don’t hide for too long, ok? I’ll be waiting for you outside. Just give me a whistle and I’ll come save you, pinky promise. I won’t let Tommy corner you, he’s gotten enough of your time already.”

The words are a whisper across the skin of your cheek and your heart stutter steps when his hand comes down and his pinky locks with yours in a quick squeeze.

And as quick as he came he’s gone and you can’t stop the faltering step you take forward, trying to chase down his touch. Your fingers graze the spot his lips just branded you and you swear there’s a residual heat that you can't decide is from his lips or your blush. 

Your hands snatch up the plate you were assaulting earlier, nails digging in as your eyes wander back up, back to staring through that cursed window. But it doesn’t feel as cursed this time around. Tommy is nowhere to be seen and your focus immediately lands on the brightest light outside. 

Santi is like a beacon to you now, your eyes immediately zeroing in on him walking back out into the yard. He beelines for Frankie jostling his shoulder with a strong hand and some whispered words that leave Frankie scowling and Santi laughing. 

These secret moments are few and far between, so few times do you get to watch, to be greedy about Santi without anyone knowing. Get to soak up every drop of him without needing to make sure no one can see how deep you may have fallen. 

Key word may!!!

But it was hard to pretend Santi wasn’t turning into something deeper, burrowing under your skin and planting himself on every nerve ending so that every touch somehow reminded you of him. You can’t stop staring at him because in these secret moments, when you let him, he consumes you. 

He’d been there for you like no one else ever had when Tommy decided to turn into captain douchebag and destroy your life. Had held your hand and stayed in with you even when all the boys were trying to get you to leave your dungeon of gloom, claiming a night out would get you out of this “funk”. Yet Santi knew exactly what you needed, and it turned out it was him, ice cream, and movies nonstop. And then somehow so slowly, so sneakily it turned out you just needed him.  

His head is thrown back, a laugh rippling up his throat, and there’s that prism again, like a halo around his head. Catching the sunlight just right to make him look almost angelic, every curl perfectly in place, tousled like some fucking cologne ad model. His neck is a crime against humanity, strong and tan and your mind starts to wander down south and at this point you’re too mesmerized by him to stop yourself. God what an absolute tool, you can’t stand him and his stupid beautiful face. 

Like clock work though, his head falls back down and his eyes instantly find yours in the window. He cocks his head just so, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as his beam simmers down to just a gentle lift of his lips and his eyes dance with secrets promises. Your heart squeezes so tight you have to look away, back down at your reflection in the crystal clean plate before he reads your thoughts in your eyes. 

They’ve been getting a touch too loud recently. 

~~~~~

You’d held up your end of the bargain.

You’d ventured outside. Socialized even, though you mainly stayed glued to Frankie’s side by the grill, hoping against hope that he would be the most effective shield against Tommy and those incessant giggles you swear are somehow being directed directly at you. 

It’s like their fucking bats with echolocation pinpointed on you. Fuck if you know if that’s how echolocation works but that’s definitely how those giggles feel. Like they're vibrating in your skull hoping it’ll shatter like glass when an opera singer gets too close.

And honestly Frankie was doing a bang up job. He’d been there a bit in the aftermath of your breakup. Had done movie nights with Santi and you. Had bought you beers as you teared up in the booth you and Tommy had met in. That was the first night you'd left your house and to say it was atrocious would be showing restraint. Honestly it was a dark and mildly pathetic time but now Frankie was your boy, a friend that you knew wouldn’t leave you in the dust.

Until right now where he is actively leaving you in the dust, apologies seeping out of his eyes as Benny drags him away to the fire to chat “girls” and Tommy decides this is the absolute perfect time to approach.

While you are at the grill.

Alone. 

Sweat coats your palms and you almost knock your beer off the table as he shuffles up to you like you’re some scared deer. He even looks 5% apologetic which was more than you were expecting from him. Your hackles rise higher. 

“Hey, I uh saw you earlier and wanted to talk but wanted to catch you alone. You know so we can talk.”

Your brain takes a beat to catch up as you take Tommy in for the first time in almost three months. For some reason his face doesn’t make your heart stumble like it used to. You can only faintly remember the way you gritted your teeth as you stalked his Instagram page, cutting deeper with every post you looked at, every comment you read. And yet now all you can think is, jesus what had you seen in this dude?

He looks like you'd kicked his dog and ate his lunch and as if you should feel bad for him. Like you should be careful because he’s sensitive and you could hurt his feelings, even though he cheated on you! Threw your heart on the pavement and stomped all over it just for good measure. And is now echolocating his new love, star crossed lovers, bullshit fucking giggles straight into your brain.  

To hell with this dude. 

“You know what Tom-“

“Hey man thanks so much for coming! I truly didn’t think you were gonna be able to make it but you know Tommy, you’ve always been great with surprises. By the way I think your girl is looking for you inside, thought I heard her calling for ya.”

Orange. Just peeled, sticky sweet and beautifully tart and sharp. That’s what Santi smells like most at night. Like the sun has burnt away all the other notes throughout the day so you can smell what Santi is at his core. And to you he’s always smelled like oranges in the summer. 

His arm wraps around your shoulder again and his eyes are full of warning and mischief as if he knew exactly where that unfinished sentence was going and he wasn’t about to let you tear Tommy’s head off in front of an audience. Though he might let you do it in private. Santi did love a bit of gore. 

“Oh shit ya I totally forgot I did tell her we were gonna leave soon though I guess now’s as good a time to head out as any. Happy birthday man it’s always so good seeing you, and uh you know I’ll see ya around.”

Tommy’s just a blip now, a nonentity, basically an NPC at this point, good riddance, because now you get to be right next to Santi where you’ve been aching to be since he left you at the kitchen sink reeling.

“I think I swooped in right on time with that one because I have a feeling you were about to kick poor Tommy straight to the curb and maybe then some. I could practically see you winding up your swing. You are a terrifying woman to behold.”

He grabs your beer and his and without even looking back starts walking towards the now empty fire pit. Will and Benny and Frankie are obviously all still here, no way they leave before 1AM, the proverbial witching hour, but they’d all sequestered themselves inside to watch the game highlights with the rest of the late night stragglers. 

It was only ever you and Santi who wanted to brave the outdoors, no matter what time of year, just to get a little bit of peace, maybe even just a little bit more time for just the two of you, but no one had to know that.

“I would just like to let the record show that everything my brain was cooking up, he more than deserved to hear. I can’t believe he came up to me looking like I had somehow been the one in the wrong. Like I’m sorry but if I remember correctly, which fun fact I usually do, you cheated on me! I have a great fucking memory, you can't fool me this time!”

The sentence ends with chuckles shared over the fire and you’re both shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, the chairs the only thing separating you two from each other. You’d lie and say you’re huddling for warmth but it’s the middle of the summer and it’s balmy and beautiful out. 

Sometimes there stops being a point to all the lies. 

Your head rolls onto Santi’s shoulder a puff of mint hitting you as you settle, your eyes tracing the constellations painted across the darkness high up above. He shifts down in the chair just a bit letting your head drop just that little bit more and it feels like two puzzle pieces clicking together. His cheek presses into the top of your head and you both inhale in sync, the exhale of breath just stirring your hair.

“You don’t think I’m actually terrifying do you? Not that it matters but you know, am I? Scary I mean because I don’t want to be but sometimes I feel like I am and I don’t want anyone to be scared of me.”

Santi pulls back, eyes searching your face, a level of worry etched in them. His lips are curled in a light smile but you can tell he’s picking apart your last sentence, seeing what’s between the lines. The insecurities that you know you don’t need to hide from him but still do. 

“Of course that’s the one thing you pick up from all the things I’ve ever said about you. Literally the single sorta bad thing and I didn’t even mean it in a bad way because of course I’m not scared of you. Sweetheart I could never be scared of you. Why would you ask that?”

His pinky latches onto yours, pulling your hand away from picking at the frayed edge of your shorts and placing both your hands on his thigh. Though you are very much in the middle of a mini melt down, the feel of his thigh under your hand makes you almost black out with how many emotions hit you at once. 

He’s devouring all your senses and it’s getting almost to the point of suffocation, yet you lean into him further, your forehead pressing into his shoulder like you’d done in the kitchen not too long ago. 

“I don’t know I just feel like I push people away? Or I’m seen as cold and mean and so people don’t really want to be around me? I mean Tommy used to kinda say stuff like that and how I have a resting bitch face, which you know sorta valid, but I ju-“

“God Tommy is such a fucking tool. Remind me to never allow him in my house every again. I can’t believe he said that kind of shit to you.”

The words are a whisper, an exhale against your temple so full of something that almost sounds like yearning and something even deeper than that. It’s terrifying, the silence starting to penetrate every corner of this moment you both seem suspended in. 

Santi’s lips press against your hair and then words tumble out into your tresses. 

“He’s an idiot, honestly has always been an idiot, and I wish he could disappear too so that you wouldn’t be hurting the way you are. Because you don’t deserve to be hurting and stressed and angry because he should be feeling all of those things instead of shoving his disgusting relationship in your face, which by the way, I just have to say gross because they were gross.”

And again he’s making you laugh, forget, live to be right here with him where nothing else fucking matters. Your head finally leaves the safety of his shoulders to look at him and it’s only at that very moment that you realize your faces are inches apart.

If that.

Your breathing shuts down and Santi seems to realize at the same time as you of the predicament you’re in. But he doesn’t pull away. 

His eyes flit back and forth between your own and he squeezes your pinky again as if he’s reminding you to breath. You release a breath and it’s too loud, too obvious, too revealing in this moment of some unspoken emotion but Santi’s lips pull up a bit, eyes colored with something akin to understanding. 

He’s always seen you, inside and out and right now is absolutely no different. 

“Sweetheart I’ve just gotta say something before I loose the nerve because I’ve been running around in circles in my head all day just thinking about you and I can’t keep a lid on it for much longer.”

Your lips part as you suck in another pitiful breath and Santis eyes dip slowly to your lips in a way that makes you want to eat him alive. Bite into his neck and mark him so that everyone knows he’s yours. His eyes seem to be on a similar train of thought. 

“Fuck I just can’t keep pretending you’re not all I think about. That I’ve been waiting for you to move on from Tommy so that I could finally say this because I’ve been waiting since I met you. Tommy was always in the fucking way and now he isn’t and now the way you’re looking at me is fucking dangerous territory because all I want to do is kick everyone out of my house and finally have it just be us.”

He’s both rambling and yet so sure, like he’s been practicing how to make this all seem spur of the moment even though you know for a fact Santi hates spur of the moment, would rather cut off a limb then live by the seat of his pants. It makes it all the more endearing. 

“I-I wow ok well let’s just see now because I am hearing that you are like into me into me, you know, like that and I don’t, you know, want to be too obvious off the bat but I have, you know, possibly been feeling a similar sort of emotion bu-“

The kiss has to have been ripped straight from your fantasies. Santi is actually just a figment of your imagination that you've manifested into the real world and he is the perfect kisser because there is no way kissing someone should feel like this.

You can taste the mint now, his scent no longer just in your nose but on your tongue, his kiss pouring more of him straight into you. It’s all encompassing, too many things happening at once that your brain feels like it might be melting out of your ears. 

His hand cups your jaw, fingertips pressing just below your ear in a way that seems benign yet sends ripples of heat down your spine. His tongue licking against the seam of your lips and then sweeping against yours that leaves you arching into him, a whimper sneaking its way up your throat and onto his tongue. His pinky still latched with yours squeezes tighter and tighter as if somehow that touch is what’s holding you both together. 

You’re both panting when you finally break, his nose skimming your cheek bone as he presses a fervent kiss to the corner of your lips, your jaw, just below your ear. Your eyes stay shut, basking in the sparkles that are flitting behind your closed lids with every press of his lips. 

He pulls back slightly to look in your eyes and you whine, eyes still shut, still needing more of him, more of that overwhelming, drowning, flying, sinking feeling that his lips give you. His chuckle ghosts over your lips and you swear he’s just fucking with you now. 

Your lids finally peel open and you can’t believe you left them closed for this long. Stopped yourself from seeing Santi looking like every wet dream you’ve ever had in your entire life all wrapped into one magical person. 

His eyes are black, blown with lust from the kiss sent from heaven, yet they’re sparkling like polished obsidian, a joy and contentment so clearly flowing out of them. He’s this enchanting mixture of unadulterated lust and sex appeal crossed with a deep ingrained affection and adoration all pinpointed on you and it’s a heady mixture you’re finding hard to withstand. 

“What are you thinking about honey?” The words are pressed from his lips to yours, a soft brush of air coating you in the sweetness of this moment with him. You can hear and feel the smile that he isn’t even trying to restrain and your own smile feels like it’s splitting your face in two. 

“Honestly, I was thinking about how mad I was that Tommy was here and that you were letting him in my-your house, your house, but now I’m just thinking about you. It’s been only you for a minute now.”

The next kiss catches you off guard, Santi no longer able to restrain himself from touching you. It’s more bruising this time round, claiming and needy. Santi groans against your lips and your fingers finally tangle into the curls of your dreams and it’s all just seeming to be getting more and more perfect. His arms snake around your body like they’ve been doing all night, yet this time there’s an urgency to his hold and he’s pulling you out of your chair and into his lap and you’re breathless and lightheaded all over again. 

His lips fall to your neck, licking at your pulse before biting down and sending you careening into an unbridled want. Your whimpering and moaning as he feasts on your neck, teeth clamping down just so pulling noises out of you that with anyone else you would be a bit embarrassed about. 

But with Santi it’s just perfect. 

“I’ve never told you this but I love it when you call my house yours. God it fucking drives me crazy when you tell me you want to go home and you mean here, with me. That you feel like you own me in some way, because fuck you do, god you do.”

The words are branded into the skin at your throat and your yanking his hair before you even know what you’re doing and sealing your lips against his again with a sigh and a moan. He responds in kind, an almost purr of content vibrating against your lips and tongue.  

“Well I’m happy you like it so much because now that everything’s on the table, you’re definitely mine and I’m also gonna be here way way way too much, hope you’re ok with that.”

He’s gazing at you with moons in his eyes and shooting stars in his heart. His smile is almost dazed and he looks so soft and warm and like your Santi. You run your fingers through his hair and that purr returns as his dark lashes flutter closed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever let you leave my house again because all I’ve ever wanted was to be in the backyard like today and to be able to see you in my-our kitchen window and know that it’s always gonna be us against the world. Always.”

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