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daddyhausen · 9 months

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• shut your mouth before i fuck it — rhea ripley •

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{ summary } — a house party for liv’s birthday turns sour for rhea upon catching you getting a bit to comfortable with the birthday girl. she reminds you exactly who you belong to.

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, wlw, oral sex, scissoring, strap-on, markings, hickeys, groping, public teasing, hair pulling, jealous sex, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, dom!rhea, mommy kink, brat taming, fingering, choking, forced orgasms, vaginal sex ,rough sex, penetrative sex, female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting

{ word count } — 4.2k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x rhea ripley

{ genre } — smut

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the air was thick, a mix, a stench more like it of alcohol and tobacco flooded rhea’s nostrils, a cloud of smoke fluttered across her cheeks from an unknown and quite frankly intoxicated party goer, reeking of cheap whiskey and menthol, the scents alone caused no harm, but the combination of the almost vinegary scent of the cheap drink along with the pungent, and quite frankly overpowering mintiness of the menthol made her eyes water, desperately trying to suppress herself from dry-heaving. god, why does liv need to go above and beyond with her parties? they’d become meaningless in rhea’s eyes, just another year closer to death she always says, why would you feel the need to celebrate something so morbid?

rhea let her eyes tiredly scan liv’s kitchen, the room looked more like a barren wasteland than a place she could drunkenly cook breakfast in the morning, empty bottles and cups strewn across the floor, vodka spilling out from the closest one beside her feet as she tried her best to not ruin her shoes with the substance. a pizza box with the contents half eaten inside, an inebriated couple doing what she could assume was making out behind the counter, although she did not witness much kissing in the second she had made eye contact, more like clashing teeth and absentminded face sucking it seemed.

her ears began to ring from the sheer loudness of the music, it wasn’t an exhilarating ring you’d like the one you’d get during a concert, but more of a banshees shrill directly into her eardrums. she turned the corner into the living room, to find it more populated by inhabitants of the party, rhea was certain that she did not even recognise or know about ninety percent of the partygoers, maybe a handful at most, liv’s house almost about to burst at the seams from the amount of drunken bodies squished so tightly into one room.

she met the eyes of a partially drunk dominik, the youngest of her quartet slumped against the wall furthest from the crowd, eyes sunken with a drunken stupor, slowly batting in and out of sleep. a sober and steadier damian priest keeping a watchful eye over the judgment day’s protégé. rhea made her way towards them, keeping her side firmly pressed against the wall so as to not get lost in the crowd of intoxicated bodies.

damian met her gaze with a soft nod in acknowledgment, opting to stay silent rather than strain his voice with screaming over the blare of music and chatter. he motioned for dominik to do the the same, offering a light tap to the back of the boy’s head in encouragement and more to rouse him out of his intoxicated state. dominik stared up at rhea, eyes glassed over and bloodshot with inebriation, his head craned forward slightly with a small nod before slumping back against the wall.

“have you seen y/n anywhere?” she questioned through a yell, despite having leaned into priest’s ear. the tallest of the three, furrowed his brows at the question, almost trying to comprehend the words that had just left rhea’s lips.

“wasn’t she with you?” damien queried, the deep rumble of his voice seemed to match the bass of the music

“wasn’t she in the kitchen with liv?” dominik slurred, trying to stand before damian shoved him back down by the shoulder, a silent warning to keep still until he sobered up.

“i was just in the kitchen.” rhea retorted, her accent becoming more predominant and thick the more her anger and impatience swelled within her.

“what are we talking about?” an all too eager finn balor chimed in, that irish charm rang thick in his accent. hands full with whiskey, handing one to each member aside dominik, who gave a sour scowl, clearly not amused at the way he’s been cut off from the drink. damian, annoyed with having to play chaperone to the youngest, rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

“do you know where y/n is?” rhea responded with a dull, annoyed tone in her voice. “i’ve been looking for her for the past ten minutes”

“wasn’t she with you?” finn quipped with a puzzled expression.

“no.” rhea fumed, impatience burning inside her veins.

the irishman pondered in thought for a moment, pressing his shoulder into the wall as a group of stumbling drunks passed him by. rhea grew anxious at the prospect of her love being lost in a crowd of drink-fueled idiots, though her exterior remained cold and stubborn.

“out with it!-“ the sheer magnitude of rhea’s voice was enough to bring dominik out of his drunken stupor for a moment, the youngest butting the back of his head against the wall he’d been resting it on. a groan of pain followed, priest’s usually calloused demeanor broken for a second as he tried to stifle his giggles at poor dominik’s pain.

“alright, alright. don’t get your fucking panties in a twist, jesus.” finn resumed his train of thought, practially unfazed by rhea’s impatient mutterings.

“oh yeah, i remember now.” finn clicked his fingers all too chipperly upon his remembrance. “last i saw out in the yard with liv. by the pool i think.”

“thank you” rhea remarked, downing the drink before handing, well rather tossing the cup back at finn, who, along with priest and dominik stood perplexed. watching her squeeze through the sea of bodies.

“what’s her problem?” dominik questioned wearily, finally coming out of his beer and whiskey fueled haze.

“i’d rather not find out…” damian sighed, eyeing the now empty bottom of his drink.

finn gave a small sigh in contemplation, effectively choosing to ignore rhea’s attitude for the time being

“well, i don’t know about you lads but i’m getting me another drink”

rhea kept silent, shoving her way through the plethora of bodies, offering those who dared to question her motives a piercing glare. the glass sliding door glimmering with fairy lights strung loosely over the top frame, whatever she could make of the outside reminded her of an oasis. she could make out your figure through the smoke haze of the fog machine, she’d recognise your figure anywhere. she reached the door, peering out into the dead of night, the only light was from the living room, projecting out into the crystal blue of the pool.

there you sat at the edge of the pool, feet lazily swishing the water. your body only shielded from the gaze of others with a tight black, micro bikini. rhea cocked her eyebrows at the ensemble, noticing that it was definitely not the outfit you’d worn when arriving. the faith you’d put in that piece of cloth was astronomical. your breasts barely covered, bar your nipples, so full and round, the string keeping the piece together was holding on by a literal thread. her eyes traveled down reaching the axis of your hip, having to squint her eyes to even make out the matching thong. your perky ass in full view and on display for all onlookers to see.

rhea envisioned a scenario in her mind. the ensemble would burst at the seams, falling off your body like nothing more than a feather. your full breasts spilling out of the fabric, bouncing with their movements, so supple and soft. your pretty cunt bare and exposed, ready to accept punishment from her tongue and fingers. the buildup of wetness and arousal between rhea’s thighs just from the sight alone was almost too much to ignore, just to hear your sweet moans and pleas as she devoured your sweet pussy in front of everyone would definitely be a sight to behold. it was the perfect excuse and rhea needed the fresh air anyway.

the aroused trance faded for a moment as she came to. rhea gazed further into the night, further into you. another figure swam idly t your feet. the birthday girl had emerged from the watery depths, resting her head upon your thigh. liv’s eyes stared lustfully into yours, her lips eerily close to your clothed cunt, rhea observed the way you squirmed slightly whenever liv seemed to mutter out a sentence. your hand nestled in the blonde’s hair, massaging lightly, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

despite the shine of blue from the pool, rhea saw red. you were too sweet and naive to notice but rhea clearly understood liv’s lustful intentions, despite the two of you being friends. rhea kept her demeanor calm for the most part, trying to quell her anger whilst it boiled deep inside her chest. she stormed outside, almost certain she’d ripped the door clean off its hinges. she made a beeline for you, paying no mind to the birthday girl, she grabbed your wrist as you hastily tried to wrap a towel around your lower half and retrieve your clothing.

“rhea, what are you?-“

“we’re leaving.” rhea remarked bluntly, dragging you away.

“i’ll talk to you tomorrow liv!” you shouted through the middle of music and crowd noise, leaving the poor blonde alone in the pool.

rhea dragged you around to the side entrance, she did not want anymore unwanted eyes on the body she’d rightfully claimed as her own to stare at.

“hey! where are we going!?” you retaliated, trying to pry your arm from your girlfriend's grasp. she remained silent, a scowl permanent on her lips.

you’d made it to the car with much defiance on your part. she opened the door, practically throwing you in the passenger seat with a disgruntled groan. quickly taking her position in the driver's seat.

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you seethed at the fiery aussie, who merely stared dead at the road, knuckles gripped tightly, flushed bone white against the leather of the steering wheel.

“hello?!-“

“why you gotta dress like a little whore around liv? you know she’s got the hots for you, princess”

“is that really your problem,” you scoffed “liv is just a friend and i can dress however i want it’s my body”

rhea’s hand released from the steering wheel, sneaking under the towel to tightly grip your exposed, still damp thigh. her strength alone sent a shiver down your spine and a thump of arousal straight to your core.

“princess…” she began. her eyes never leaving the road but her fingers creeping up to the string of the thong, toying with it between her fingertips

“i know your body better than anyone. i know how you feel, the way you taste, the way you liked to be manhandled and fucked out. i know things that liv only wished she knew”

you rolled your eyes at rhea’s statement, pretending that her words had no effect on you, despite the blush burning hot against your cheeks. her fingers caressing the skin of your hip with featherlight touches.

“so..?” you remarked, trying not to stutter through your words. “you don’t own me”

rhea gave a half hearted chuckle at your words

“oh sweetheart, but i do” she began. “who puts that pretty cunt to sleep at night? who makes you gush like a waterfall? who leaves you begging and screaming for more. it certainly ain’t liv”

a satisfied smirked crossed rheas lips, acting all proud as if she’s won the argument, if you’d even call it that, her fingers released the string with a tight snap against you skin, the feeling sent shockwaves to your core. rhea couldn’t help but let her eyes fall off the road for a moment, to your breasts again as she did by the pool, how they bounced and jiggled with every bump and dip in the road. if she weren’t driving right now she’d rip that microscopic piece of fabric right off your form.

“you’re so insufferable” you mumbled to yourself, loud enough for her to hear, folding your arms across your chest.

“you won’t be saying that when my head is buried between your thighs, sweetheart”

the rest of the drive home was met with disgruntled silence from both of you. rhea pulled up into the driveway in silence. only a glance on her part that allowed you to exit the car. you did albeit meekly with some retaliation, only for her glare to harden. she followed you up the stairs, grinding her hips against yours as you reached the front door, her hands held a death grip on your waist as you shakily fiddled with the keys.

“hurry up princess, don’t keep mommy waiting now”

you gulped thickly feeling her hands trail up your waist as you hastily unlocked the door. you entered, desperately trying to make a beeline for your bedroom but rhea held you back for a moment, kicking the door closed with the heel of her foot.

“hold on a second.” she ordered. keeping you grounded in your position momentarily. her fingers twirled the corner of the towel haphazardly tucked into itself, keeping a shield between your body and hers. she ripped it from your form with haste, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.

she inspected your body for a moment, letting her hands roam your form, squeezing and groping your supple flesh in her palms.

“such a pretty little get up” she remarked at the two-piece. her hands coming up to cup your breasts in her large palms, feeling your nipples harder under the still-damp fabric.

“and why didn’t i get to see you in it first? why did you have to parade yourself in it for all those people to see, like a little whore?” rhea hummed against your skin, sucking and nipping the skin in the crook of your neck.

“i..” you mumbled through a moan as rhea’s hands grew more aggressive.

“c’mon, use your words like a big girl,” she teased, pinching your nipples through the fabric.

“i…i wanted to surprise you mommy…” you lied through your teeth. you just wanted the attention. rhea always gave you the utmost love and attention, but you wanted to experience it from strangers, feel their unknown eyes wandering your body, so hungry for a taste they’ll never get to try. you got off on it and you knew that secretly rhea did as well.

“hmm, sure you did princess” her lips popped against your skin, a reddish mark left in their wake, one that would take days to heal. she snapped the strap of the bikini top against your skin, earning a harsh hiss on your part.

“upstairs.” she commanded. following you close as you trudged up the stairs, arousal pooling between your thighs. she pushed you into the bed harshly, already positioning herself between your thighs. your fingers hooked into the string of your thong to pry them down for her before she swatted your hand away with a rough slap.

“keep ‘em on”

you obeyed.

she licked a hot stripe against the fabric. the faint feeling of her tongue pressed against your covered clit had you shivering. she gave soft kisses to your core, tonguing the flesh around your clit, bypassing your sensitive pearl each time. you whined in frustration, wanting her to just devour your cunt.

“what?” she smirked. “you didn’t think i was gonna play nice with you after that stunt you pulled back there?”

you went pale at the thought. rhea was never ever liberal with her punishments.

“oh sweetheart. i’m gonna have so much fun with you”

she undid the ties to the thong. the small bows at your hips fell with ease. her slender fingers prying at the fabric, your cunt slick with arousal, leaving a damp spot in the material. you heard her hum in contentment, her tongue jutting out past her bottom lip, the glimmer of her tongue piercing just barely visible under the dull moonlight bleeding from the small cracks in the blinds.

“so wet for me…” she remarked, although her voice lowered, a growl almost present in her words. she kneeled before you, hooking her arms underneath your knees. dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. she marveled at the sight between your thighs, your cunt drenched, dripping with sweetness and warmth, she smirked to herself, knowing that it was indeed her doing.

with no warning she dived in, the cool sensation of her tongue piercing made you shiver as the metal made contact with your sensitive clit. she maintained eye contact throughout, those piercing blues staring directly into your soul as she devoured you. her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and nibbling at your swollen pearl. maybe you should flirt with liv more often if this were to be your punishment.

your hand fell into her hair, tugging at the dyed, coal black roots, pushing her head down so her tongue could fuck you senseless. she smiled into your warmth at the action, opting to accentuate your pleasure. she pulled away from your warmth for a second to speak, her breath heavy and labored.

“such a pretty girl, you love getting off on mommy’s tongue don’t you?” she cooed, keeping her lips close to your clit, peppering gentle, featherlight kisses to your outer walls each time you squirmed into yourself.

“yes mommy” you panted breathlessly, groping your breasts absentmindedly. she gave another soft smile, returning her head between your thighs, this time with the addition of two fingers, her middle and ring fingers. as she tongued your clit, slowly, making sure you could feel the metal of her piercing with each swirl, she added her fingers, beginning to spread your folds and fill your void with ease.

she would not go easy on you, oh no. despite her trickery, leading you into a false sense of security before she absolutely wrecked you. her tongue flicked your clit in rapid succession, her fingers pumping and curling deep inside your cunt. she kept her eyes on you, how you’d squeeze and toy with your breasts, the flesh now free from the miniscule restraint of the bikini top, pierced nipples now on display. rhea’s free hand came up to tug on one of the piercings, twirling the black bar between her thumb and forefinger, adoring the way you squirmed and whined at the new sensation.

“thats it you dumb little girl, fuck yourself on my fingers for me”

rhea could taste how close you were, how your cunt throbbed around her fingers, how your swollen clit twitched with every movement of her tongue. her spit spread across your folds and inner thighs, sweetness forming a pool in the bedsheets below. you could not hold out much longer, the pleasure was far too much for you to handle. you tried your best to refrain, to stop the flood gates from opening, and you knew there would be consequences if you were to cum without her permission.

“m-mommy-” you whimpered through choked moans, hips circling so your clit could receive more friction from her tongue.

“yes, baby” she hummed into your clit. her words buzzed against your skin, leaving you numb in pleasure, afraid to spill over. you held out for a moment, trying to come to but your words would not leave your throat, seemingly trapped like concrete in your chest.

“you wanna cum don’t you?” she queried, the twang of her australian accent running thick as she moaned into you. you nodded, far too hastily for you own liking. you would have liked to hold out for a moment or two longer, just for the feeling of her tongue but you couldn’t wait much more.

“then cum. show me how much of a good, obedient girl you can be”

you heeded her words, sweetness gushing like a fountain from between your thigh prompted by her. she smiled into you, drinking you in as if it were her first taste of heaven. and in heaven she was, she pried her fingers from your warmth, returning her hands under your thighs once more, dragging you closer so she could fuck you deeper with her tongue,

she’d left your thighs shaking upon coming down from your high, breathless and sopping wet as you tried to regain yourself. she silently excused herself to the closet, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm thoughts for a moment or two, staring up at the ceiling you noticed the small chips of paint beginning to flake and the thin cracks around the lighting fixture, something you hadn’t really picked up on before. not that it mattered.

rhea soon returned, standing in front of you, her body bare, the only concealed parts of her skin were those covered in ink. her tattoos suited her frame so well, bringing character to an otherwise blank canvas. in her hand she held a harness and your favorite dildo. it was a simple, sleek design, black silicone with little purple hearts encased on the mold, roughly about eight inches in length and roughly five inches in girth. one that she had used on you many times beforehands.

you watched on silently as she prepared herself, her body hovering over yours as she fastened the toy into the harness. her breath labored slightly as she teased your folds with the tip of the toy, pressing it rather harshly against your swollen clit, a whimpered breath left your lips at the action.

“you gonna be a good little whore for mommy?” she questioned, cocking her eyebrow playfully as she stared you down, jutting her hips forward, the tip of the dildo grinding against your entrance. you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure once again rising between your thighs as her hips guided the toy across your clit.

“uh ah, sweetheart” she slapped your cheek lightly, rousing your eyes open.

“look at me” she demanded, taking you by the chin, forcing you to look up at her. she repeated her phrase. emphasizing each word that left her lips with a pause

“y-yes mommy…” you whimpered meekly, feeling her grip on your chin loosen. a smirk creeped upon her cheeks, sliding the toy deep inside without warning. a choked gasp left your throat, feeling the dildo fully succumbed inside your warmth, to the point where you could feel her warmth radiating through the thin harness.

“oh fuck, baby. look how well you take it” she forced your head to look down at yourself. how your cunt clenched around the thick toy, how it bobbed in and out of your warmth complemented by rhea’s thrusts.

“god…if i had a cock i would breed this pathetic cunt day and night” rhea’s growls resonated in the surrounding silence, echoing in your ears with such devilish praise. her body hovered over yours, securing you against the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every thrust she gave. you angled your head up slightly, the tip of your tongue barely grazing against her perky nipples, the buds swollen and hard from the chill of the midnight air.

rhea hissed in delight at the sensation, in response, her hips gave a rather hard thrusts, a whirlwind of moans fluttered from your lips. she let her head fall between the valley of your breasts, licking a hot stroke up your skin, sucking and nipping the area and the surrounding mounds of flesh, marking you up with lustful bruises, all in varying shades of purple and pink. she let her lips trail to your right nipple, kissing the sensitive, pierced flesh lightly before biting down on it, tugging the bar between her teeth, letting her tongue roll over your nipple, leaving a glossy wet trail in its wake.

“oh baby, you look so fucking good. you love getting dumbfucked don’t you, my sweetheart? there’s not a thought in that empty head of yours is there?”

her words mocking yet falling on deaf ears and very much so. there was nothing on your mind other than achieving orgasm. rhea fucked you so well that it made you legs weak, your mind grew hazy and rotten with all the filthy ways she could ruin you. rhea could sense your impending orgasm, opting to hook a leg over your shoulder, pressing down deep into you, feeling the tip of the toy hit your cervix with such delicious force.

“oh sweetie, you gonna cum? oh i know you do, just look at the way your pretty cunt throbs for me”

you felt a moan catch in your throat, your cunt so swollen and overstimulated, not just from the toy but from her tongue also. orgasm teetering in the edge of release

“mommy please! oh fuck yes- make me cum, mommy!”

rhea increased the speed of her thrusts, her own cunt soppy and dripping with sweetness.

“make a mess for mommy, baby. show me how a good girl cums”

you released, sweetness gushing like nectar from between your thighs. it’s a pity rhea couldn’t taste you for a second time, but watching you cum all over her makeshift cock was good enough for her. rhea pulled out of you, spurts of your warmth still squirting from you each time your cunt clenched and pulsed. she left you breathless, unable to speak for a moment.

“such a good girl” rhea praised, quickly removing the harness and the toy, throwing it to the floor beside the bed, before resting herself atop the headboard.

“now…” she began, tugging you lightly by the hair, leaving your head positioned between her thick, inked thighs.

“come give mommy a kiss”

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sleepinthrumyalarms · 1 year

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— smoke some, drink some, pop one

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

warnings: smut, drug use, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight roughness, unnecessary euphoria references

summary: you smoke dope. vada admits she has never eaten a girl out before. a practical demonstration ensues

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this was written under the influence of a travis scott song. expect anything. enjoy

You stare at the clock hanging above the blackboard anxiously, kicking your leg under the desk. The last few minutes of the last period always seem to stretch miles into infinity, and your patience is barely as flexible. The voice of the teacher has long since become background noise, the talk of equations and trigonometry and the finals week and how unprepared you were for it the last thing on your mind.

You pick your phone up for the millionth time to look at the messages still hanging and marked as unseen on your screen, eyes focusing on Vada’s name followed by an emoji of a puppy and a black heart.

‘got us enough to roll one’

‘just one tho’

‘don’t wanna end up like last time’

You chuckle quietly – the sweet memories of you and Vada skinny dipping in a pond at night and then showing up half-naked at Nick’s door are definitely the ones you treasure most, even though you can barely piece them together.

You look out the window, lost in thought. Your teacher asks you a question – and then you're saved by the sound of the bell ringing across the building.

As soon as you hear it you’re up and all but bolting out the door, muttering a quick ‘bye’ to the teacher to maintain your good girl image that, to be honest, has been hanging by a thread ever since the day you started dating Vada.

Not that you really care about their opinion. You just don’t want the principal to call your mother again.

You speed walk through the corridor, try to remember which floor was Vada’s class on, before you’re stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around your waist.

“Hey there pretty girl.”

You squeal in surprise, turning around in your girlfriend’s arms. She’s grinning at you annoyingly, the little shit, but the small dimple on her right cheek makes it impossible to be mad at her.

“Fuck, Vada,” you huff, pinching her shoulder half-heartedly, “I’ve got a weak heart, remember?

She shrugs, leans in to kiss your pout away.

“Sorry. I got out early. Wanted to wait for you since apparently someone's not interested in answering any of my texts anymore.”

You kiss her back, smiling apologetically, “I was too excited to see you, I guess.”

The brunette hums, lacing her fingers with yours, “Where to then?”

You think about inviting her over to your place – it’s closer to school, and your mom is working till late evening, but the rationality clicks quicker. Your mom also happens to work as the district attorney of the town – you’re pretty damn sure she knows what pot smells like, and would be able to smell it hours after you and Vada have fucked beyond the common sense of ventilating the house.

So you do the next best thing, one that won’t get either of you in trouble – you hotbox in your girlfriend’s car. You realize it might soon become the best thing, because it hits so much better.

Vada gets greedy with the joint a few times – you have to remind her it’s puff puff pass, not puff puff kiss your girlfriend so she lets her guard down then puff again.

In a few minutes you’re in her lap and making out with her like it’s your last day on Earth, the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths when you accidentally press the horn with your butt a few times, the honking sound mixing with your laughter.

You can barely make Vada’s face out by the time the last of the joint fizzles out and starts to burn your fingertips, the smoke filling the car up to the brim, but her eyes stand out amidst the choking whiteness, her pupils almost heart-shaped as she watches you with a dopey grin.

When you open the door the smoke drifts up the sky in big clouds, and breathing clear oxygen almost feels weird.

You’re still giggling slightly as Vada fumbles with her pockets to find her keys, your soft lips pressing to the side of her neck in sweet pecks making the process of finding them unnecessarily hard.

She shushes you when you finally step inside, listening for any sounds, before closing the door behind you. As soon as you realize you’re alone in the house, you press your lips against Vada’s impatiently.

“Don’t forget– your shoes,” Vada manages between the kisses, shivering as you slide your hands under her oversized shirt, “I’m serious, you horndog. Mom hates it when the floors are dirty.”

You groan into her lips, pulling away to untie your Jordans, shaking on your unstable legs slightly, and make your way up the stairs into her room. Vada opens the window to let the fresh spring air sweep through the room, hoping it’ll be enough to help the smell of weed wear off your clothes and hair.

“Wanna watch a show?” She asks, gesturing to her laptop as you sit on her bed, crossing your legs.

“Mhm. You’re thinking Euphoria, aren’t you?” You snort, watching as your girlfriend slides next to you, “Because I think we’re pretty much in one.”

“So, like,” Vada trails off, her hands coming to rest on your hips in what she thinks is a subtle movement, “Would that make me Rue, then?”

She plays with a string on your pants, feeling almost embarassed about the corny things she's saying.

“And you – Jules?”

You hum, tilting your head with a coy grin, try and mull her innuendo over in your baked out mind. The comparison does seem familiar – especially with Vada’s puppy love towards you.

“Well, I liked their duo in the first season but... weren’t they, like... extremely toxic later on?”

Vada finally pulls in you to sit on her lap, your thighs bracketing hers, and it’s such close proximity you can count all the pretty freckles scattered across her face. You’d probably get lost at fifty, way too high for mathematics of any kind, even if it’s this romantic.

“You’re right. Fuck Euphoria,” she whispers, her gaze sliding to your lips, and you don’t waste any more time to press your lips to hers.

Kissing Vada has always been something to look forward to – warm and pleasant, makes your stomach flip when she’d bite your bottom lip and lick at your teeth. Kissing Vada whilst being slightly high is an out of this world feeling. Her nose presses into your cheek, and your palms slide to the back of her neck, fingers twirling her silky brown tresses idly.

You pull away for air, and it gets stuck in your throat as the brunette presses a kiss behind your ear, trailing the butterfly smooches down to your pulse point. Her hands are kept busy under your shirt, fingertips tracing up your stomach to your ribs.

“How many times have you ever been eaten out?”

A sudden but... not at all unwelcome question. You lean back on your hands, humming when her plush lips rest against your collarbone, and purse your lips in thought.

“Mm... once or twice. I don’t really keep any notches on my belt, y’know?”

Her hands tighten around your hips, and you chuckle.

“Drinking vinegar, are you now? Don’t worry. You have an opportunity to top them all.”

Vada averts her gaze suddenly. You frown, lean in to cup her face gently.

“What’s wrong?”

The brunette rubs her thumbs over your clothed thighs, then looks back up at you, a small frown on her face.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never... fucked anyone?” You're sure that's a lie – she's fucked you before.

“I’ve never given a girl head.”

You hum, reaching to hold her slightly shaky hands, slowly inching them closer to the waistband of your sweatpants, “I can teach you,” you suggest, biting your lip, “Show you what I like. That cool?”

Vada looks almost mesmerized. She nods, her gaze fixed on your pants, and you giggle as she tugs them down your legs, prompting you to slide off her lap to let her do so, the cool outside breeze hitting your warm skin and rising goosebumps in its wake.

“I listened to a podcast the other day,” she begins, “About cunnilingus. The host said the best advice she’s ever gotten was to google wielding techniques.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, “Huh?”

Vada reaches for her phone on the bedside table, quickly unlocking it and typing something in the search bar. She selects a random picture and shows you the screen.

There are indeed blueprints of what looks like wielding seams, going from bottom to the top. The arrows are forming different patterns – there are zig-zags, crescents, a circular seam and a ‘figure 8’ seam...

For all the ridiculousness, they do seem... practical.

You smile and grab the phone, turning it off and tossing it somewhere back on the bed.

Of course she would do that – research stuff. It’s so fucking endearing it prompts you to wrap your hands around her neck and press a kiss to her cheek.

“Why not stick to the usual alphabet thing, hm?” You offer, “I can tell which letter I’d love the most.”

You lean in to whisper into her ear huskily, “It’s ‘V’.”

Vada shudders, making you smile. Then her hands grasp at your hips, tugging you closer, and your breath hitches at her sudden assertiveness.

The brunette bends her knees so that she’s level with your center and parts your legs slowly. You curse under your breath – you’re pretty much drenched right through your panties, and if Vada was just slightly more sober, she’d probably tease you about it, too. You’re glad she isn’t.

She leans in closer instead, tongue lolling out and pressing against your clothed cunt, licking a stripe up the smeared wetness there. Her fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, and you tilt your hips up a bit to help her take it off, the movement causing your heat to press further into her mouth, making you whine.

Your panties are off, and so is Vada’s tongue.

She stares long enough for you to feel a bit conscious about yourself, and you move to close your legs on instinct, but her hands keep them apart. She hooks your ankles over her shoulders, shoots you a warning look. Her dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. The shyness and uncertainty is gone like it wasn’t even there.

You’re not sure if it’s weed, or if you’re being tricked, but this version of Vada is... new. Extremely hot, too.

She lowers herself so that she’s inches away from your pussy, her warm breath fanning your swollen clit – you're so strung up that you’re starting to feel a second heartbeat in between your legs. Vada looks up at you again, making sure you’re watching her as she flattens her tongue along your slit, collecting all the warm slick that leaked out from the moment she had you on her lap. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you sigh, hips buckling to meet her.

Despite all your confidence, you feel yourself crumble at the first touch of your girlfriend’s mouth on you – you’ve always preferred this over any kind of penetration, and Vada’s eagerness to please you doesn’t help.

She withdraws for a moment, and you find yourself missing her immediately.

“Is this okay?” She asks, palms caressing your thighs to soothe you.

“Don’t make me beg.” You breathe with a chuckle.

She laps at your folds, groaning at the saccharine warmth of your arousal coating her tongue – then leans back again, and you’re almost whining before she reaches her thumb to rub at your swollen clit, her breathing heavy as she watches you gush around nothing.

“Baby.” You whine pathetically, your knees coming together to try and push her face into you.

Vada doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, her digit circling your sensitive spot, never taking her eyes away, “Hm?”

“Please,” you murmur, voice stifled by the hot arousal burning in your veins, “Want your mouth, baby. Want to cum on your tongue, please.”

The brunette digs her fingers into the soft flesh of your hips before wrapping her plump lips around your clit, gently sucking, and your thighs tighten around her head at the sudden overwhelmingly good feeling coursing through your body. You almost can’t believe how good it feels – how good Vada is, almost naturally talented at making your toes curl as she mouths at your dripping pussy, keeping a burning grip on your quivering legs. The immense amount of pleasure is so sudden you’re practically sobbing her name, your stomach tensing and hips bucking with each calculated flick of the girl’s tongue. The sheets under you are considerably darker than the rest, a pool of your cum along with the brunette’s spit dampening the area.

You’ve heard that drugs can expand your consciousness, but to such a degree that has you seeing stars as Vada eats you out like it’s her second nature...

Her tongue slips between your walls suddenly, causing you to arch your back into the air, hips rolling into her face. Her tongue continues to lap confidently, going in circles around your entrance. A shaky sigh leaves your lungs, and you have to clench your eyes shut.

“Vada, oh my god,” you breathe shakily, your voice tight and high, feeling you stomach coil, “I'm gonna cum– Fuck, fuck, Vada."

Her lips find your clit again, and that’s what sends you over the edge, your thighs clasping around her head so tight she swears her ears start to ring.

You shiver as the brunette drinks you up hungrily, your legs easing their hold on her, chest heaving with shuddering gasps.

“Oh, Vada. Fuck,” you mutter, resting your forearm over your eyes as you try to calm your speeding heart, “That was so... so good, baby. I think you lied to me. Either that, or you’re... a natural.” You chuckle breathlessly, raising a shaky hand to swipe some stray hairs from your forehead.

Your legs move to unhook themselves from the girl’s shoulders, taking pity on her most likely strained muscles, but Vada’s grip turns bruising on your legs. You’re pushed back further into the pillows suddenly, and before you can let out a single peep in alarm, she’s on you again.

Her hands reach to grasp under your knees, bending your legs up, your pussy spread open for her. She doesn’t relent — her hands hold your thighs as she all but buries her face in your heat, the movements of her tongue harsh. Fast. Merciless.

The sudden aggressiveness makes you let out a broken moan, your hands darting to tread through Vada’s hair, wanting her closer but away at the same time, the painful pleasure too much for your scrambled mush of a brain to handle.

“Oh my god, Vada!”

She leans away for a moment to trace two separate stripes from your entrance up to your clit with the tip of her tongue, and you whine, your foggy mind realizing that she has actually just done the letter thing, before she’s back on you like a hungry beast, jaw hanging open to wrap her mouth around your seizing cunt with an obscene slurping sound.

Your back arches as you cum harder than before, throwing your head back against bed and squeezing your eyes shut, your girlfriend’s name tumbling out of your mouth in an almost pornographic moan. You whine as Vada laps at your center with purpose, licking you clean, before pulling away mercifully.

There’s a cocky wolfish grin on the brunette’s face as she watches you open your eyes slowly, trying to compose yourself.

“How was that for a notch on your belt, hm?”

Shit. If you didn’t just experience the most intense orgasm in your life, you’d scoff at the smugness of her tone.

“I’m gonna be honest... I wasn’t sure I’d be into... that,” you say shakily, “But I guess I am now. Jesus Christ, Vada.”

“Just Vada is fine.” She gently caresses your hips, leans down to kiss your jaw lovingly, “Now...”

Her fingers lift the hem of your shirt up to your chest, blunt nails grazing the flesh under your breasts – she watches them rise and fall with your unsteady breaths.

“How about I salt the earth behind me so that no one ever stands a chance of owning you the way I do?”

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #vada x reader #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #the fallout #jenna ortega smut #vada cavell smut

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mvybanks · 1 year

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JJ x reader please where the takes some drug and she never normally smokes. She’s at the bonfire and runs into jj crying as she feels paranoid that she’s doing to die and everything feels weird and he takes care of her taking her to the chateau

the one where jj takes care of you

a/n: hope you like it!

warnings: use of drugs

my masterlist

music, laughter, weed and alcohol. everything feels heightened. the beach is spinning, the stars are moving above your head and you swear you can hear the sound of your heart, beating out of your chest.

you’ve tried weed before but this isn’t the same, it feels ten times stronger. you can feel everything in your body and it’s starting to scare you. the only person who has ever rolled a j for you was your best friend and now that you’ve accepted one from someone else you can see why he’s always advised you to be careful.

although the drug and alcohol mixed in your system are clouding your mind, you know you have to look for him, your safe place. you turn around and hope to find him, but you can barely keep yourself standing upright and you start panicking, tears streaming down your face as you walk aimlessly.

finally, you see a mop of blond hair walking towards you and you run straight into his hard chest. jj’s arms are immediately wrapped around your shaking body as he tries to calm you down.

“hey, hey, pretty girl. what’s going on?” worry is obvious in his voice as he smooths your hair out of your face to look at you.

“i don’t feel good. i - i think i’m gonna die, j. i can hear my heart, i can feel my blood, i swear!”

jj looks down at you and now he’s officially terrified of what has happened to you.

“did you take some drugs? did you take a drink from someone?”

“i - i smoked some weed, i don’t know who gave it to me but it feels weird, j, i don’t know what’s happening,” your hands are shaking and you start panicking again, so he takes your hands in his and kisses your forehead.

“it’s okay. i’ve got you, okay? you’re gonna be fine, pretty girl. let me take you back to the chateau, you should rest.”

you only nod, his sweet voice laced with so much love makes you relax against him and you can finally breathe again. he walks with you to your friend’s house, which is also where jj sleeps most of the time, and brings you into the room that he’s claimed as his own.

he gently lays you on his bed, “wait here for a second,” he whispers.

when he comes back you’re half asleep and he’s got a water bottle in one hand and a wet towel in the other. jj takes your shoes off and wraps his arms around your torso to force you into a sitting position as you whine at the sudden movement.

“ ‘m sorry, love. you gotta drink some water,” he brings the bottle up to your lips and you do as he says.

when you’re done drinking, you let your head fall back, closing your eyes at the feeling of the cold wall behind your head. jj starts rubbing the towel on your head and then down on your sweat-coated neck and you hum in appreciation.

“you feeling better?” he whispers leaving a sweet kiss on your naked shoulder.

you two have always been very intimate with each other and you love these little moments with him, where he shows you how he truly feels about you and you let him because you feel the same. right now you wish to remember this the next morning, to remember the way he’s taking care of you and looking at you, as if you were the only person in the world for him.

“yeah, thank you.”

“of course, pretty girl,” he lifts the cover of the bed up and lays it on you as you scoot down to completely rest on the bed again.

he kisses your forehead and goes to turn the lights off when your small and sleepy voice stops him.

“can you stay?”

jj swears he’s the one that can hear his heart beating right now, “whatever you want.”

he takes his boots and then his shirt off, he lies next to you and you let your heat rest on his chest automatically, breathing his perfume in as it calms you down.

“goodnight, j.”

he runs his fingers through your hair while his other arm is wrapped tightly around your body, glad that you’re safe and sound in his arms now.

“goodnight, pretty girl.”

#jj maybank #obx #outer banks #jj maybank angst #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank fanfiction

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Daddy’s Smoker

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2172

Warnings: smoking cigs, mentions of weed, strap sucking, strap on use, public sex, daddy kink, top!Nat, degrading, praising, nicknames, blowjobs (N receiving), stoner Nat, kinda college AU

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

The sound of beeping horns and tires running against the ground filled your ears. You could hear the loud engine of what you guessed was a motorcycle from four stories away. You sat on your girlfriends' lap, her arms laced tightly around you. Even with her strong arms that could bring anyone to the ground, it felt like a teddy bear holding you. Her cigarette smoke clouded up your mind and face, you blew it away with a swipe of your hand that caused her to chuckle. She knew you hated when she smoked, you knew the dangers and never wanted her to end up sick.

“Can you please blow that out already? It smells disgusting.” You coughed three times to be exact. You never liked having smoke near you, it was too risky to breathe it in and damage your own health.

“I have something else you can blow.” You rolled your eyes at her cheesy joke, turning your head to look at her. She smiled, clearly proud of her statement.

“What? Oh, c’mon, that was funny and you know it.” You brushed her off and rested your head in her neck, her soft red locks tickling your face. She kissed your cheek, leaving her lips to linger on the skin for just a moment. You enjoyed sweet moments like this where nothing else in the world mattered, not the bills that you needed to pay for your crappy apartment. Not the fact that you could barely even afford it. Only this, feeling your one true love holding you tightly yet softly and never letting go.

“It’s so nice out tonight, the breeze is fabulous,” Nat said. “I’m so glad we were able to watch the sunset tonight, it was beautiful.” You hummed in agreement, feeling the tiredness of the day catching up to you.

“But, I think there’s only one thing more beautiful than the sunset tonight; you.” You smiled, letting out a small laugh at her pickup line that she probably found off of Google.

“Very cute, Natty.” She hummed a medley into your skin, it sounded familiar but you couldn’t wrap your finger around it. She noticed the way you shivered and goosebumps erupted upon your skin. She lifted you up an inch, only to sit you back down onto her lap as you were now enwrapped in her leather jacket.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Don’t worry about me, darling, I’ll be fine. Plus, you already warm my heart every second of every day.” She grabbed your hands, kissing the backs of them and smirking while admiring the small blush on your face that definitely wasn’t from the cold.

“Oh shut up!” You laughed out, moving in closer as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and rested her head on top of yours. Your head rested on her neck once more, savoring the mixed smell of weed and cologne that laced her body. The table next to you held the cigarette tray already filled with ashes and buds of the disgustingly addicting taste.

“All those cars make so much noise. And that full moon is so distracting. The neighbors arguing again is so, so annoying and agitating. And no matter what’s happening around me, all I can think about is you. All I can see is you. All I can hear is you. All I can focus on is you. And all I want is you.” You could tell by the way she bit her lip that those sweet words weren’t the only thing she had on her mind. You moved your body so your nose brushed against hers, your arms wrapping around her neck as your legs did the same to her waist. She moved her hands down to your lower back, begging to dip them into your pants and squeeze the soft skin beneath them. Your center was placed directly above her own. When you lightly moved your hips, you could feel your favorite toy poking you. You hadn’t even realized that she was packing, only focusing on this sweet moment you got to share with your girlfriend.

“God, you’re so perfect. Your body is so gorgeous, fits perfectly in my hands. And these eyes, fuck I could stare into them all day. And as much as I’m trying to hold back, it’s so damn tempting to just slap this perfect ass of yours.” Her voice was a deep, breathy tone as she slowly moved you back and forth. She connected her lips with yours, letting your tongue swirl around and taste the tobacco flavor sitting in her mouth. She guided your pants off, the cooled air hitting your skin. The pretty pink panties you wore just for her were on display. She looked down, her forehead brushing against yours as she lipped the smirk covering her face.

“You wore these just for me, hm?” You nodded, hiding your nervousness to the best of your ability. She saw right past you.

“Hey, you’re so beautiful, doll. I think it’s so hot you wore these just for me. Were you waiting for me to get home in this?” Your nod confirmed her question. Her fingers traced your pantie line, going to rub your clit through the undergarments. You twitched in her hold, grasping her biceps and feeling the muscle clench.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees, darling.” You listened, rushing to get off of her and do as she said. You knew your knees would most likely be marked with bruises after this due to the cement beneath you. You longed for her fingers to touch you again, hoping she’d continue if you were good for her.

She ran the head of her faux cock against your lips, stuffing your mouth the second you opened them. You sucked on the tip as if she could actually feel it, nearly moaning at the way she threw her head back. Her hand ran through your hair, pulling you closer and making you choke and gag on her.

“That’s my good girl, so fucking sexy.” Tears ran down your face, being wiped away by Nat’s thumb. She admired the way you took her with care, leaving trails of spit behind. When she pulled you off, you chased back after her, missing the way she left a bulge in your throat and cheeks.

“You take me so well, darling, ‘m so proud of you.” You smiled at her praises. “Come here, let me make you feel good.” Before you could sit down on her lap, she stood up. She turned you around by your waist, bending you over the railing and running her hands along your back. You could see everyone from afar, all the cars and druggies crowding the streets.

“You like knowing that anyone could look up and see my girl slutting herself out for me? You think they’ll wanna watch? Watch the way you take me so well?” You shook your head, pushing yourself back into her and feeling her cock line up with your hole. You were dripping, your panties being ripped and thrown off to the side as she grew desperate. You wondered if it was the drugs in her system making her so hot and bothered but you loved it either way.

“Fuck, baby girl, I need you so bad.” She leaned over your body, catching a whiff of the shampoo she loved. She wrapped one hand around her strap, giving your neck a long peck to distract you from the painful stretch. You bit your lip, almost causing blood to trickle down your chin with how harshly your teeth sank into it.

“Nat!”

“That’s not my name, slut.” Her palm connected with your ass exactly four times, her eyes trailing down to watch the way a small red mark grew. She made a mental note to put some healing cream on that later.

“Fuck! I-I’m sorry.” The burning sensation was starting to pass as you focused on the pleasurable feeling of her filling you up. You wished she had a real dick so that she could actually fill you up with her cum, it was a fantasy you both shared. She dreamed of getting you pregnant and making you swallow her load. The thought alone of cumming inside of you over and over until you were dripping down your thighs made her soak her boxers. And the image of your throat being painted with her cum and dribbling down your lips or chin always made her so horny to the point she had to leave work just to catch her breath.

You felt the base hit your back legs, you’ve never taken this much. You knew she loved stretching you out, but she had always gone easy on you. Now, she was making you take her to the brim and it felt fucking amazing.

“God, this sweet pussy is taking me so well. You feel so good clenching around me, baby.” She knew how much you loved it when she acted like she could actually feel it, like she could feel the way your warmth invaded her senses.

“C-can I move now?”

“God, yes! Please, please fuck me, daddy.” Hearing the title you gave her made her groan, leaning herself back up and holding your waist as she started a slow yet hard pace. It took everything she had inside her to not ruin you right then and there. She let you get used to her length before speeding up.

“Look at you, my perfect little slut getting bent over and fucked by daddy. I bet you don’t even care that anyone could see you like this. You like it, don’t you?” Your mouth shot open, forming an O shape. Your eyelids closed shut as your vision went black, your mind becoming filled with thoughts of your girlfriend. You couldn’t stop thinking about what she would do to you. How her fingers would feel inside of you or on you. The way she’d moan into your mouth when you rode her. The way the strap brushed against her clit just perfectly to make her cum for you. Everything about her just made you get closer and closer to the edge.

She couldn’t hold back, it was too tempting to just ruin you completely in that moment. Her hand made its way to your clit, rubbing the bud at an unimaginable speed, making you squirm in her strong grip. She wasn’t going to let go of you anytime soon, she wanted you to break in her arms. She wanted to watch as you lost control and came for her.

“Baby girl, I don’t think I can go much longer. ‘M gonna cum for you, I want you to make a mess all over daddy’s cock, okay? You gonna make daddy proud and cum for her?” There wasn’t any room to deny her, you knew you were close. It felt too good having her inside of you like this, her cock traveling deep in your tight hole to make you feel ungodly amounts of pleasure.

“Please, daddy, gonna cum! Daddy feels so good, I need to cum, please!” Your body spasmed as you finally let yourself go, squirting all over her hand and cock. Her fingers didn’t stop toying with your clit, even when you finished.

“That’s it, good girl, baby. Such a beautiful girl for daddy, making such a mess all over me.” She had reached the edge, cumming with you and throwing her head back as she escaped the awfulness of reality and joined the world of pleasure.

“Fuck, you like when daddy cums for you? You like knowing how turned on she gets from this sweet pussy and this perfect body?” Each word was jagged and mumbled as her ability to form a complete sentence left. You weren’t any better, your body was filled with the sweet aroma of your girlfriend, nothing more and nothing less. She could feel the warmth coming off of your body, it was as if you were a burning candle in the cold night. You both have forgotten all about the view, the fact that anyone could see you right here and right now. She was a naturally jealous and possessive person, but the image of anyone being able to see you being fucked out and used by her was the best feeling. She wanted everyone to know you were hers, and she’d do anything to prove that.

“You’re my precious girl, you got that? My only girl, my only true love. Now, why don’t you have a little smoke? It will make you feel so good, I promise.” The tip of her cigarette poked at your lips, begging to be held by them. You let her, opening your mouth slightly to take a small drag and almost immediately feeling the smoke travel down your body.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, now was it? I knew you would’ve given in eventually, all it took was some convincing and I had you smoking just like your daddy.”

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sirenscriptures · 28 days

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the hunt — k. heisenberg

✦ synopsis: it seems as though your regular strolls outside of your village has attracted a particular man to be interested in you. despite many warnings from fellow villagers to not wander far off, you never truly listen. this causes your meetings to be much more frequent, only making him desire you more. there comes a point where these frequent encounters turn into a “game”. as you have not much else going on back home, you figure, why not? it could be fun, right?

✮ warnings/notes: fem ! reader. villager ! reader. age gap (reader is in her 20s and karl is in his 40s) predator/prey dynamics. chasing. possessive, feral karl. thigh riding. dubious consent. oral (f. receiving) fear play. groping. pussy worship. outdoor sex. scent kink. use of pet names.

it felt as though all you ever did your whole life was run.

the sound of your rapid heartbeat drowned out the shrill screeching of the birds in the towering trees that surrounded you. the barely visible, dreary sky above you was framed with their decrepit branches that loomed overhead.

while in the past you’d usually find comfort in the quiet, empty forest just outside of your village, this was much different. in the space where you’d often find yourself taking a gentle stroll to clear your mind and to envelop yourself in a deep solitude that you weren’t always guaranteed, your footsteps were now scurrying across what you thought was your usual trail, chest burning with heavy breaths and a blooming mix of dread and excitement.

you didn’t even need to look behind to know he was gaining on you. even with the snow making your bounding footsteps sound softer, you knew he would find you. it didn’t matter how well you thought you could hide, either. one way or another, karl always found you when hosting this little game.

though, there was a fear present that would make both your mind and heart race when he was after you; the feeling that clouded almost all rationality within your actions. the feeling that made you stumble more than usual, and take the wrong turns, practically blurring your vision, causing every clearing to look the exact same as the one you’d just exited.

but even still, there was always the rippling, bubbling feeling of elation that followed. it lurked behind your fear, dancing with it while pushing you to have physical sensations throughout your body. even as you ran deeper into the forest, you could feel your blood rushing. the sound of your breath would shudder and crack, not even due to the cold. you could especially feel the warmth that arose in between your thighs at the thought of him catching you.

eventually, you had to force yourself to stop, practically wheezing out puffs of white smoke attempting to slow your heartbeat. you surveyed your surroundings, only to realize that you weren’t anywhere near the village now.

you took a deep breath, trying to consider a way to get out without panicking. your vision was still slightly hazy and you couldn’t fully recognize your own surroundings now.

“oh [name]?” his voice practically sung out from behind you. he was still at a slight distance, but close enough to where you could hear his heavy footsteps lurking nearby.

you flinched, frantically looking around for some sort of new turn, path, hiding place, something. the snowy clearing you were in only seemed to offer a few clusters of large trees, trunks thick enough to hide you even just for a few moments.

as you heard his muted footsteps approaching even closer, you hastened behind one of the trees, frigidly attempting to shrink yourself against the rough bark. though your chest was begging you for air, you forced your breath to quiet, barely letting out a sound.

the sound of his distant footsteps didn’t take long to enter the clearing you were in, a faint sound of metal jingling colliding with the pace of his steps. you could hear him faintly humming to himself as he abruptly stopped in his tracks. being able to hear everything from his slight chuckles to his rough, muted breaths made your heartbeat quicken again; fingers anxiously fidgeting with the fabric of your long skirt.

you couldn’t see it from where you stood, but karl was carefully surveying the surroundings, inches away from you. he knew you weren’t aware of how close he actually was to you, and that was the fun part.

he loved the power he had over you. the power to make your mind so blurred with fear that you’d lose all rational thinking. the power to make you so desperate that all you could think of was to pitifully hide behind a hunk of bark, internally casting terror-frozen prayers that he wouldn’t find you. yet, you always seemed to lose at this game…

“you know,” his voice sounded from behind you, causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth.

he shifted closer to you, quieting his footsteps even more. “i’ve always admired your scent.”

you could hear the cocky smirk oozing from his remark, the warm sensation in between your legs causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

“i don’t think you realize that i can pick up on more than your little village family.” his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, nearly causing you to flinch.

“which means i can sense more about you physically than a regular human.” he inhales slightly, your aroma filling his chest with a familiar feeling. “i guess that’s one of the good things that mother gave me, huh?”

his steps grow closer, close enough to where he nearly grazes the back of the tree with his hand. you swear he can hear your own heartbeat by now with how rapidly it thumps against your chest. you squeezed your eyes closed, choking back a whimper as you took another shaky, deep breath.

“but you, little lady…” he purrs, breath warm on the back of your neck. “you’re all i want.”

in a panic, you tried dashing forward, only to be pulled backward by your arm. he swiveled you around, one of his hands pressed against your back, drawing you closer to him.

looking into his eyes, you could see the mixture of sadism and ferality burning within them. you could smell the faint stain of cigarette smoke and motor oil on his clothes, even with how numb your nose was from the cold.

your squirming in response to his firm grasp only made your position worse, as it took him no effort to time to have you fully pinned up against the trunk, towering over you.

“now, now…” he scolded, admiring how futile your attempts to escape were.

“i don’t know why you bother struggling. you know i never let you get away.” he chuckled, fitting your chin into the palm of his hand, forcing you to look up at him through glassy eyes.

you can barely let another sound escape you as karl crashes his lips against yours. the bristle of his beard scratches against you as you moan against his lips. you can feel his entire body pushing against you as his hands greedily roam and grope your body. his chest rumbles as he lets out a deep growl, hands squeezing your ass so tight, you swear the fabric could break at any moment. the warmth between your thighs feels scorching now with your wetness pooling inside of your panties.

one of his hands nestles in your hair as he pulls away, tugging your head back to expose your neck. his warm lips nip and suck your chilled skin, his other hand still massaging your ass.

your head is still a blur as he trails down to your breasts, leaving deep marks all over your skin with his bites. you’re so blinded by pleasure you don’t even notice the way he pushes his thigh in between your legs, hiking up your skirt with a single hand.

karl smirks as he pins your other hand above your head, marveling at the feeling of your drenched cunt on top of his thigh. even through both of your fabrics, he could feel just how warm and wet you’d become.

“poor baby…” he sighs against your skin, a calloused thumb massaging your wrist as his other hand unravels your blouse.

“you’ve been drenched this whole time, haven’t you?”

you can only respond with a meek nod, heat stinging your eyes and face as you lock eyes with him.

he lets out a low hum of pity, laying a kiss on your forehead before dropping your blouse and bra to the ground. you can see a spark in his gaze as he marvels at your naked frame, admiring how your chest heaves with trembling breaths; your eyes filled with an anxious desperation.

“ride it.” he commands gruffly, still locking your hands above your head.

you start moving your hips, feeling the slick fluids rubbing through your underwear, some of it even spilling out slightly.

with your back arching, you can’t contain your aching moans as you grind on his stiff quad, the fluids leaving a damp stain on his pants.

karl can feel his limits being tested. this whole time you were driving him even further into his uncontrollable ferocity, and he was slowly submitting to it, minute by minute.

“shit, babydoll.” he growls, hand grasping at your throat. “you’re already making a fuckin’ mess on me.”

your breath hitches slightly as he pulls his thigh down, letting your feet land back on the frosted ground once more. looking up, you can see his golden eyes ablaze with desire, before he’s completely on his knees before you.

admittedly, you were taken aback at the initial gesture, for you never considered the man to be a submissive of service type. but then again, you hadn’t even fully discovered the depths of karl heisenberg just yet.

his hands pull off your skirt and panties, the sight of your fluids glistening and staining your inner thighs fueling the fire inside his stomach. you can hardly stand at this point as his large hands clasp over your hips, hovering you over his mouth.

in this moment, you couldn’t help but feel like the helpless lamb staring her main predator right in the face. cornered in, trapped, ready to be completely devoured.

“i need to taste you.” he mutters partially to himself, swiping a finger gently over your lips, licking the remnants off.

you can hear him let out an aroused grunt, pulling your soaked cunt closer to his lips. a loud gasp escapes you as his tongue and lips slither in between your folds, gently beginning to suck at your swollen clit.

even with his face buried in between your thighs, you can hear and feel the vibrating growls of depravity and pleasure beginning to erupt from him. it was so apparent now that he was losing his grip. you didn’t realize at first just how much you were driving him insane.

“karl, please…” your voice cracks, the burning of tears stinging your eyes.

looking down, you can see your thighs trembling. you see how his fingers dig into your hips, promising to leave marks later. his mouth hungrily laps at your pussy, his gaze fixated on your gradually shattering figure above him.

the moment he pulls away, a string of drool trailing in between his lips, you can feel that burning sensation start to ebb, until he pulls you back into a kiss, a single hand encasing your throat. every second he kisses you, he makes sure you can taste yourself on his lips; frequently pushing his tongue against your own.

pulling back, he took a few moments to admire you. he could see your body start to tremble from the absence of his touch, causing you to squirm restlessly in his grasp. it wasn’t until now that he glimpsed the large bulge fully formed in his pants. he certainly felt it, for this whole time getting to touch you provided an exhilarating rush of blood in multiple ways.

he brings your face closer to his, gazing intently into your tear-streaked eyes.

“tell me what you want.”

you swallowed, hoping to clear your throat of the knot that had formed. it felt just like before; the fear that captivated your entire body, feeling as though your feet were cemented into the ground, unable to move.

yet, you breathe out shakily without much more hesitation, “i want you to fuck me.”

a teasing yet satisfied spreads across his lips at your request. his bare hands run up your sides, sending a shiver down your back.

karl wastes no time unbuckling his belt, letting his large, throbbing cock free from the fabric. you felt yourself growing wetter at the mere sight of it, the same fear being overwhelmed with the thrill of pleasure.

he knows how badly you want him, that’s why he chuckles darkly at your reaction. you look so beautifully helpless in front of him, he can’t help but want to do so much to you.

positioning his tip at your entrance, he begins by slowly pushing in, yet the slickness causes him to bottom out within you, already balls deep in your folds.

you cry out, back arching again as his cock is already pushed fully against your sweet spot. you can feel yourself clinging onto him for dear life, the rest of your body shaking uncontrollably.

karl lets out a hiss through gritted teeth, not fully prepared for how tight you are. yet his thrusts are full and deep, stretching the inside of your walls to where you can almost feel it in your stomach.

“hah…can y’feel how good you’re taking me, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your skin as he holds you closer to him.

“can you feel how deep i am?” he pushed in slower at his words, the added pressure against your cervix making your head throw back.

“ah, please—karl!” you sobbed out in between thrusts. “i-i’m…mmh!”

he lets his thrusts pound into you sloppily, admiring how your breasts bounce with his inconsistent rhythms.

“gonna let go, hmm? gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he beckons, a hand stabilizing onto the tree, pinning you harder against it.

you find yourself gasping for air as his cock pummels into you, thing strands of fluids leaking from you as he fucks you. by now you can hardly even form words.

you can hear how his growls have broken into lewd, heaving groans as he grows closer to his orgasm. he can barely even hold himself up as he fucks you even deeper.

“cum for me, baby.” he groans into your mouth as his lips collide messily with yours again. “show me who you belong to.”

you can barely hold back your noises as his final thrusts pound into you, the feeling of his warm seed eventually pouring inside you, only to leak out over your thighs.

the both of you have to take a minute to catch your breaths, a moment of silence in the forest clearing being filled with eventual steady, relaxed breaths.

karl can see immediately how difficult it is for you to stand, as you stumble within the first few tries. without hesitating, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you bridal style after getting your clothes back on.

in carrying you back to your village, you can see that satisfied glint in his eyes as he looks upon you. yet…there’s something more. even in such a short time knowing this older man, you can tell there’s something he’s not saying to you.

though, before you can even question anything, he already has you home before sundown, walking you into your house without anyone seeing.

karl pulls you in one last time, deeply kissing you. he looks at you with that same smirk, hinted with something lighter in his gaze before departing back to his distant factory.

“we’ll have to do this again sometime, sweetheart.”

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disasterofastory · 2 years

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Sunday (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Sunday Tommy Shelby x Reader Warnings: smut, slight breeding kink

Summary: You spend your morning under the gangster.

It's Sunday morning. The clouds are dark above the city, and black smoke swirls in the air from the factories. They mix together until you can't tell them apart. You can see their disoriented dance even from a distance. It seems like Birmingham's dirt is always one step behind you, lurking. You can't escape. You can run and pretend, but your every attempt to be someone else is futile. The dirt is always behind you, waiting.

It's Sunday morning. In normal places, the churches are full of people. They sit and pray, hoping somebody will listen to them from above. Someone who is forgiving. Someone who is merciful. You don't know about Birmingham. What do people believe in this cursed city? You don't know. You don't care. You always come here for one reason.

And God would be ashamed of it.

You are in the middle of the bed on all fours. Praying. The sheets are soft under you, and your grip on the fabric is like a vice. "Oh, god," you shudder. Your head hangs low between your shoulders. Your hair is in your face, hiding your tear-streaked cheeks from the world. "Please, please, please." "What?" Comes the question. That one word drips with amusement. "God can't hear you, love. Not here. Not like this." "Tommy," you moan his name, dropping your upper body onto the bed while your bottom is still in the air with the infamous gangster behind you. Your hard nipples graze the cover under you, making you moan at the sudden feeling. Your whole body vibrates with need, and every little touch pushes you deeper into desperation. "Just like that, love," he says, pushing your legs away from each other to get himself more space. "You know what I like by now." He is right. You know he likes you bending over, dripping and ready for him. He likes you screaming his name, drunk on his cock. "Please, Tommy," you plead. Your words are muffled by the cover. Your throat is dry, and you tremble with impatience. You don't know how much you can bear. "What, love?" This question again. "Are you in a hurry?" He jokes. It's not funny. "You should be somewhere else?"

You close your eyes. Tight. Yes, you should be somewhere else. You should be in your hometown, at the church with the others. You should sit beside your mother, keeping your head low and your mind clear. You should pray. For forgiveness. For redemption. You should beg for strength to keep yourself away from Thomas Fucking Shelby.

"Where you should be, love?" He asks, still not moving. His hardness stretches your walls. His long fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. He doesn't let you move. "Why did you choose that pretty dress, eh?" The pretty dress is on the ground, wrinkled. "You know why," you croak out. Tears run down your face. They are salty on your dry lips. Your pussy clenches around his cock. Your clit painfully throbs with each passing second. "Of course I know," he laughs. "It's Sunday morning." "Please, Tommy," you try again. Sobs break through your throat. "Please." "Maybe I should keep you like this, eh?" He finds joy in your torment. "In my bed, ready for me when I come home." "Yes," you groan. "Yes." "You would like that, eh? Because Sundays are not enough anymore." "They are not," you agree. You would agree with anything the man says at this point. "Your sweet pussy wants more," he groans. His cock is soaked in your juices by now, but he still doesn't move. "That tight cunt wants my cock every day." "Everyday." "It wants my seed." "Yes." "Tell me what you want, Y/N." It's a command. Clear and demanding. "Fuck me," you give in. "Please fuck me."

And slowly, he moves deeper. You didn't even think it was possible. He is pushing into your pussy until you are afraid he will tear you apart. "Yes," you cry out. "More. Please." He doesn't answer. Instead, he starts to fuck you finally. He moves back and forth, grinding his erection into your wet cunt. Your juices are dripping down on the sheets. Your thighs glisten with them.

"T-Tommy," you scream his name, trying to brace yourself against the bed, but with every powerful thrust, you fall deeper and deeper. The only thing that keeps you on your knees is his large hands on your hips. "Yes," he groans. "Scream it, love. Scream my name." He moves in and out of you fast and strong. He reaches every right spot with the right strength and speed. The wet sound fills the air, making you more excited. The knot tightens in your stomach. "You are close, aren't you?" He asks almost mockingly. "I can feel it. Your pussy tries to milk my cock, doesn't it?" "Yes," you sob. A thin layer of sweat covers your body, and your eyes roll back into your skull from pleasure. Your mind is clear. But you are far away from forgiveness. "What does it want, Y/N?" He grunts. "Eh? It wants my cum, doesn't it? You want to be filled with my seed until it takes. You want my baby. You want to be pregnant with my child because Sunday mornings are not enough anymore." You can feel him throb inside you. You are not the only one who goes feral by his words. The thought of you swelling with his son or daughter drives him crazy. You could be his sweet little wife. The mother of his children. Always full with him. "Yes," you scream. "Yes, please, Tommy. Give it to me. Cum inside me." Maybe the whole house can hear you. Maybe even God can hear you.

You clench down around him. Your pussy pulses as you fall over the edge. Black dots dance in front of your eyes, and your mind is so far away that you are not sure if you can come back from it. Your muscles are taut as pleasure washes over you, keeping everything out from the world. Tommy's warm shot seems far away, and his groan is just a whisper in the distance.

When you come back to reality, you are on your stomach with Tommy still above you. His cock is in your pussy, still hard and keeping his cum in your tight, abused hole. "It's not over, love," he says. You can feel the rumble of his chest on your back. "You won't leave until I'm sure you are tied to me for life."

Maybe it should scare you. Becoming pregnant by a man who is not your husband can ruin your life. You shouldn't let him do it, but you can't run. He is always behind you, lurking in the darkness of Birmingham.

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captaincryolicious · 8 months

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WHEN THE RAIN BEGINS TO FALL.

— xiao x gn!reader

— you're feeling all but anything good, and the vigilant yaksha is there to fight the demons that pester your mind.

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FROM THE WATER'S EDGE, the sky looked heavy. grey clouds had packed in the sky, looming over the vast wildlands of liyue. you knew rain would begin to fall soon, yet you remained standing on the shore. what did it matter, were droplets of water to soak your entire being? you couldn't get yourself to care.

you weren't having it. the demons in your mind battled and won, and you were ready to give in and stop fighting against them. what was the point, anyway? you had lost track of happiness, your purpose in life, you couldn't find the path that was meant for you, and you were ready to give up.

matching the clouds up above, your mood was gloomy, thoughts resting heavily on your being.

surely, droplets of rain began to drizzle from the sky in a matter of minutes, rippling the smooth surface of the water. it morphed into a steady downpour rapidly, yet you didn't move from the spot you had taken what felt like hours ago. you let it happen; drenching your cloats, dampening your hair, painting your cheeks like tears – that otherwise refused to spill after crying too often.

your venomous thoughts were turbulent, yet you felt empty all the same. as if your inner void sucked away your emotions, leaving naught but misery behind.

a name lingered on your mind; one call, and he would come. but as your depression grew, you had called out his name so often already, which made you feel like another burden atop the pain he already carried perpetually. so you remained silent, refusing to speak said name aloud.

but the path of the yaksha had intertwined with yours deeply, and the male was attuned with your mind to a point where no words needed to be spoken to alert him of your misery.

xiao knew you were suffering.

he felt it in every fibre of his being, proving only how deep of a connection you shared. hence he appeared behind you in a thick, black mist, and alerted you of his arrival with a raspy call of your name.

"y/n."

you turned around, your heart swelling with a pinch of hope when you found your beloved yaksha standing there, amber eyes gazing at you solemnly.

"xiao," you called, voice breaking.

"are you forgetting how easily mortals catch ilnesses?" the conqueror of demons spoke as he took a step towards you. "you'll get sick, y/n."

"i don't care," you huffed.

"but i do," xiao fought, lifting his gloved hand and wiping the raindrops mixed with tears from your cheek. but he was quick to engulf you in a hug entirely, holding you close against him. "i'll bring you to a better place."

black smoke swirled around you, nipping at your skin as your surroundings blurred over. familiar with what was about to occur, you closed your eyes and let it happen.

when you opened them again, you were on the upper balcony of the wangshu inn, xiao's place of comfort – one that he gladly shared with you.

"now tell me, what's going on inside that mind of yours?" xiao asked, not fully letting go of you and still holding you in a loose embrace.

one look in his eyes told you that he, too, was not doing well. but he chose to put aside his own suffering to tend to yours. you were that important to him, and though he hardly ever told you so with words, he showed you through his actions.

xiao sounded rough, tired, but he gazed at you ever so softly still. you felt your heart swell with a hint of love and happiness, the first positive sensation you've experienced in quite a while. you shook your head, not yet ready to address the demons in your mind. for now, you simply needed xiao to be with you, and you buried your face in his neck.

"my mind is a mess, xiao," you admitted. "it's dark, so dark that i don't want to talk about it. i just don't want to trigger myself, but i'll tell you all about it when i'm ready."

"take your time," the yaksha nodded. "in the meantime, i will not move from your side. the demons that pester your mind are the first that need their demise, liyue can wait."

"silly," you joked, offering a small laugh. "an entire nation is more important than a simple human like me."

"you're wrong, y/n," xiao earnestly said. "you are the reason why i can bear my karmic debts, why i'm not consumed by darkness yet. you're the most important to me, never forget that."

the adeptus looked at you sternly, and when he was sure you accepted his words, he buried you in another tight hug.

xiao was a creature shrouded in darkness and misery, fighting monsters and bringing demise to keep the nation of contracts safe and sound. and yet, he was your light, your conqueror of demons, your beloved yaksha who safely pulled you through your darkest moments.

you loved him dearly. he brought back the sun when the rain was about to fall, and you would be forever grateful.

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greatpestilenz · 10 months

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Hood of a Car - Hobie Brown x Reader Smut

-HOBIE FUCKS YOU IN THE HOOD OF HIS CAR WEKSDJSKFJHSD

-ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF LEGAL AGE!!!!!

-My friend has an obsession with being fucked on the hood of a car so this is for you ig 🧍🏼‍♀️

As you and Hobie sat on the hood of his car in the middle of the open field, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. The air was crisp, carrying a slight breeze that rustled the leaves of nearby trees.

Hobie took a long drag from the blunt, his fingers expertly holding it as he inhaled deeply. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his eyes glazed with a pleasant haze. With a smirk on his face, he turned to you, his hand gently brushing against yours.

"You know, babe," he said, his voice slightly husky from the smoke, "this view ain't half as beautiful as you." His words were accompanied by a playful wink.

You smirked, leaning in closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the earthy aroma of mary jane filled the air, creating an intoxicating ambiance.

"I could say the same about you," you replied, running a hand through his ruffled hair. "Always finding a way to make even the simplest moments feel special."

Hobie chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows as he gazed at you with a mixture of affection and desire in his eyes.

"You know what I love about you, babe?" he asked, his voice slightly husky. "The way you make me feel wild and free, like nothing else matters."

A surge of warmth spread through you, fuelled by the affectionate words pouring from his lips. You shifted closer, feeling the heat between your bodies growing with each passing moment. His hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, the connection between you electrifying.

The two of you continued to smoke and talk, the conversation blending effortlessly into a symphony of laughter, shared memories, and whispered sweet nothings. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating bond that drew you together.

As the night grew darker and the stars twinkled above, you couldn't help but be grateful for these stolen moments of intimacy, where the weight of the world seemed to fade into oblivion, and it was just you and Hobie, embracing the freedom of being true to yourselves and each other.

"This night is the perfect night to do something, don't you think?" He grins mischievously. "If you know what I mean."

As Hobie's mischievous grin and suggestive words filled the air, a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. The thought of indulging in a risqué encounter on the hood of his car under the starry night sky sent a rush of desire pulsing through your body.

You met his mischievous gaze with an equally playful smirk, the anticipation of what was to come heightening the electric energy between you. With a daring glint in his eyes, Hobie nodded towards the sleek, black car just beneath the both of you.

"Sounds like a plan," you replied, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's make this night unforgettable, Spider-Punk."

The night air caressed your bodies, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The metal surface of the hood cool against the warmth of your skin. The scent of the leather seats filled the air, mixing with the heady fragrance of anticipation.

As you settled on the sturdy surface, Hobie's hands roamed over your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. The soft fabric of your clothes provided no barrier to the heat that radiated from his fingertips, leaving sparks of desire in their wake. The muffled sounds of the night surrounded you, heightening the sense of secrecy and adventure.

Hobie's lips found yours, a hungry and passionate kiss that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it with unbridled desire as your mouths moved in a dance of heated ecstasy. The taste of his lips, combined with the lingering hint of smoke from the earlier blunt, was an intoxicating mixture that left you craving more.

Desire drove you both as clothes were shed, revealing vulnerable and eager bodies. Hobie's muscular frame pressed against yours, the contrast between soft skin and the firm metal of the car creating a heightened sensation that added an extra edge of pleasure to each touch.

The sound of your moans mingled with the soft rustling of the night breeze, as your bodies moved in a passionate rhythm. The sensation of being exposed, vulnerable to the elements and the thrill of potentially being caught, heightened the intensity of the experience.

Each thrust, each caress, sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, the pleasure mingling with the sounds of your bodies colliding and the faint squeak of the car beneath you. The night air carried the intoxicating scent of sex and raw desire, mingling with the scent of the surrounding field and the hint of gasoline from the car.

As climax approached, your bodies melded together, becoming one with the intoxicating blend of desire and passion. A symphony of shared pleasure filled the night, as screams of ecstasy mingled with the backdrop of the open field.

Satiated, you both leaned against the hood of the car, panting and basking in the afterglow of your shared encounter. The car beneath you radiated warmth, as if it had absorbed every ounce of passion you had unleashed upon it.

Breathless and exhilarated, you exchanged knowing glances, a silent acknowledgement of the incredible bond and pleasure you had experienced. The night had indeed been unforgettable, etching itself forever as a testament to the wild, unbridled connection you shared.

As the intimate moment between you and Hobie came to an end, the air was thick with a mixture of lust, satisfaction, and an overwhelming sense of affection. You both caught your breath, bodies pressed against the warm hood of the car, a gentle breeze softly caressing your skin.

Hobie's voice was breathless as he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion, "God, I love you so fucking much." His words were a testament to the depth of his feelings, a declaration that resonated within the core of your being. It was a reminder of the powerful connection you shared, beyond the physical intimacy you had just experienced.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you looked into Hobie's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and love reflected in them. In that moment, you understood that his affection went far beyond the passion and excitement that ignited between you. It was a love that encompassed the entirety of who you were, accepting both the light and darkness that resided within.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you reached out, your fingers gently tracing his jawline. "I love you too, Hobie," you whispered back, the words filled with equal fervour and tenderness. "You bring so much light into my life, and I'm grateful for every moment we spend together."

Hobie's eyes shimmered with unspoken emotions as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, a perfect fusion of passion and tenderness. In that simple act, you both affirmed the depth of your connection and the lasting power of your love.

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fxshigurosbae · 1 year

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THE OBSESSIVE MAN . . .

he won’t ever let you go, ever.

⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (27) x f!reader (21)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — yandere!gojo, choking, roughness, manhandling, pet names, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, marking, biting, desperation, unprotected sex, strong language.

NOTE. woah wasn’t expecting to post this right after reaching 2k followers! thank you so much! i can’t express my gratitude in words, i will be working hard to post great content so please continue to support me! expect another special shot, take this one as a pre-celebration (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

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gojo satoru always treated you well, he’s never done anything to harm you, never said anything either. gojo satoru, your boyfriend for almost a year, was always so clearly in love with you ever since ever, head over heels, completely following you wherever you went until you finally gave in to your mutual feelings. all that he wishes is to see you happy and with a bright smile on your pretty face, he never wishes to see you cry or hurt, and so he always took care of you, always paid for you, always pampered you, always. he would do anything in the world for you, he would spend all of his money for you, he would move anywhere in the world for you, he would fight anyone for you, he would hurt himself for you, he would ki… keep any danger away from you, in whichever way he could, it did not matter what, as long as you were with him happy.

and fuck, gojo satoru truly does… love you, a little too much.

he’s like a chicken pox scar, the disease hurts so much and itches, it gets all over your body, excessively. even though it goes away some time, even though it heals, and texture fades away afterwards, it will always be there, if you don’t know how to get rid of it.

and fuck, how he loves to watch you. the idea of self-control, to him, is something that he fights every day, all 24 hours of the day. he never dared touch a single inch of your skin if you never assured him it was alright. you never thought he’d be fisting his cock in the middle of the night for hours on end just at the thought of seeing the smallest piece of lace of your bra as you leaned forward on the table to eat, or something like that. gojo satoru even though he is almost a thirty-year old man, he never dared to fuck you senseless unless you told him he could, and how he wishes he could.

to think his wishes would come true so suddenly, after dating for so long.

feeling like he was on cloud nine, as if his head was sunk into a bowl of hot water because of his burning cheeks and heating head, as if he could easily faint from the view of your naked body underneath him as his cock played around with your wet folds, and you just laid there, with hands and arms thrown over and above your head, looking pretty and with legs wrapped around his kneeling body struggling to breath in bed. you’d never think his cheeks could become such a burgundy color, how his sea-eyes could look so innocently lewd and with both a glow and malice, both need and dominance, he was ambiguous and the contrast of his usual teasing behavior mixed with the stray-puppy eyes that he wore right then.

the grip onto the skin of what was chubby on your hips began to tighten and imprint bruises on the spot, drawing his fingers onto it, as he tried whatever he could to bring you closer, to swallow you up, like he had thought several times. his throat itches and burns from the gasps and puffs of air that seem to overlap on his lungs, he is desperate and needy, as if he had smoked a pack of cigarettes in such short amount of time.

“i’m gonna put it in, sweetheart, can i do that?” he asked almost as if begging, with struggle, lowly huffing and sloppily moving his cock, about to burst cum into your slightly-sweaty belly already.

“be gentle with me, please, ‘toru.” even if you weren’t a virgin, it’s been a while, and you didn’t know what your boyfriend was like in bed, not exactly, only by rumors, the ones that said he was a man-whore, but that was the past, he’s been obsessed with you all this time now. the mistake you made was to say such thing to him, the fact that you were so sweet and precious made his heart flutter ten times faster, almost as if you just shot a bullet that buried a hole in it. he fell in love three times harder, if it was possible. and gojo satoru, he did not waste any second. but the moment he thrusted into you for the first time, it was so languid and abrupt that he came inside your pussy shamelessly, and all the way in, whispering thousands of fucks, grunts and sorries. however, that didn’t stop him from going on and fucking you, he was holding onto your hips, leaning so close to your torso that both could mutually feel each other’s heartbeats, and his was incredibly faster than yours. the man immediately regained his strength once he’s heard a soft whine come out of your lips, that was enough to send shivers down his spine, blushing ears and neck, he was drunkenly in love with you.

“uhh, fuck, fuck, my angel, ‘m so sorry, gonna make ya feel good, so good, i promise, promise.” gojo blurted out in a state of despair, sniffing your arousing scent as he buried his head into the crook of your comforting neck. your arms wrapped around his broad shoulder and muscular back, rutting his cock inside your tight wet cum-full cunt that clenched around him each and every time. there was just something about all of you that made him insatiable and crazy, he was getting more and more insane for you. he’s fucking the cum he spurted all the way inside your cervix, he’s kissing and bruising it like no tomorrow with the fat tip of his cock, and you love it more than anything in the world, forgetting that you even asked him to be gentle, because he was being the complete opposite, and you loved it.

licking the sweat from your neck, gojo satoru could not resist but also take a bite on your alive flesh, and you moaned in both pain and pleasure, hugging him tighter with your pussy, arms and legs. he could hear you mewl and whine all day long, he could fuck your pussy until the hole stretched just right for him all day long, all year long. your neck is attacked with bites leaving marks of all types, soft pecky ones, small, large, licked ones, bruising ones. if it wasn’t enough for the man to mark his seed into you, he had to show in your skin what he could and would do to you when no one was looking, and to know he’s the only one to observe the pornographic expression and sounds you left, that was the peak for him, and it made his brain pulse and blood boil possibly to the point of evaporation.

“y-ya love me, y/n? you do, right?” he moaned, sinking his hands beside your face on the sheets to stabilize his shivering, and to stare better down at your contorted body, still holding onto him, scratching his skin. for an instant, his hips weren’t fucking non-sense into you, not halting, but with an air that made your heart sink down to your stomach. then in a second, gojo satoru pounded deep in, pulling almost out with lowest speed possible, taking time in between to admire you take a breath in to prepare for his next attack. the next thrust that was abrupt, rough, frazzled and onslaught. silencing you before you could even answer him, and even though he saw your devastated state, he saw you holding onto his own moving hips, eyes threatening to close shut, mouth overlapping with cut-off moans, he wanted you to answer, immediately. your blood flow slowed down, as soon as you opened your eyes, and then notice him staring down at you with eyes of lunacy and passion, fuck, it drove you closely to his level of insanity as he wrapped his hand around your neck, and choked. you couldn’t tell if you loved it or feared it, that feeling of your heart sinking into a void, he kept rutting into you over and over again, his cock overstimulated, your clit aching, your nipples burning, your pussy pulsing and letting gushing sounds echo around the place while you jolted at every move. “you love me, right, baby?” he moaned vulnerably, cursing under his breath. “you won’t ever fucking leave me right? i k-know you won’t, cause, cause i love you so much, ugh, fuck, i love you, love you, love you, love you, love you…” his hand covering your entire neck and pressing both the places that restrained your blood and air flow, your head nearly exploding, and all you could do, other than grip onto his suffocating wrist, was open your mouth and cough a whine that called his name so sharply, with so much fear and desire. his eyes brightened in a split second, as if he’d woken up from a trance, and immediately let go off your reddened neck, letting you cough once and get caught with a whine stuck on your throat. gojo satoru still going, and forcefully making his path all the way inside every spot of yours, rubbing your neglected clit, longing for a response, his eyes wouldn’t blink or move a single centimeter away from your beautiful face, and it made you just yell more for him.

“ohh, love it, ‘toru! i love you s’much toru! fuck, fuck!” pulling and pushing your legs wide open, pressing them beside you, as he thrusted, with jolting body twice more, he stretched you like the spine of a new book. gojo satoru as much as he wanted to cum again inside you, he knew things that made him wait for it a little longer, his self-control was high enough to make him wait for you. it made it harder for him once he saw tears come out of your eyes, and he truly accepted that something was wrong with him for wishing to fuck you harder, since he was the one to make you cry these tears of overwhelm.

“want you to cum for me, let me see you cum, okay? hm, fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.” he begged, filling you with compliments and more cock. biting the sides of your breasts and sucking them and your neck too, holding your hands, instead of legs, putting them beside your head. all of that as he also bruised your lips with breathtaking kisses, his tongue moved in all angles and reached all spots, as well as his cock. he moved fast and was quick-witted to adjust easily, he was absurdly overtaking every puff of air and bit of energy from you. you thought you’d faint, but in reality, no thoughts could come and go into your mind, you were too busy feeling how good he treated you.

“s-slow-do-wn, ‘toru.” you asked in between kisses, whenever possible, muffling even your own words as his lips and tongue licked every space in your mouth. he couldn’t stop, he would not stop. moaning into him, as soon as that special spot’s been reached and bullied several times in just a few seconds, eyes rolling to the top of your head when something devastating led your back to arch more, toes curl and body shudder, you were dazed and disoriented, head exploding. noticing that not only were you coming, but gojo let himself do the same, together —because he know it’d create an unbreakable bond— and he’s again, emptying his entire load of cum into your cunt that’s numb and squirting all you could. he is balls deep, kissing your cervix, letting it receive his semen, his cock still shortly fucking it into you. and he had his lips onto yours, pulling away for an inch, a ghost gasp leaving him as you try to catch your breath. your nails are digging crevices into his back.

“you’re fucking mine, for all eternity, you know i’ll never leave you, right? i’ll fill you to the brim with love, ‘kay, my dear angel?

🔖 @reiners-milkbiddies @yourfavouritepineapple @angiefucks @lilithlunas @nchuuyahq @poesexual @sacvh @youseebbiggirl @xdxdyg @missyasma

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denim-devil · 2 years

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Just In Time // S.H

Venca finally has his grasps on you, can Steve save you before it’s to late, or are you just another unfortunate victim…

(May be rushed but I had to write this scene…)

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The sounds of car’s passed by, you clutched Steve’s hand harder. Fate, it was weird, you had a sense of dread, you understood your time was short and you would eventually end up like the others.

Steve squeezed yours back, tugging you closer into his side. Dustin, Max and Lucus followed you through the street, you awaited the news from both Nancy and Robin, it was keeping you together, maybe they had found something, something better then fate…a cure.

You shrugged off the sharp whispers and calls of your name, it had been nearly 24 hours before your first vision, time as you knew it felt as a gift unwanted, something you couldn’t change, something you fully hadn’t grasped.

Everything felt stranger, a chill covering the entirety of your body, Steve was your only source of comfort, you were just happy to be glued to his side. You had known of Steve’s worry, his anger, he felt useless but you couldn’t blame him.

Tears welled at the pits of your eyes, turning your vision blurry, the gently swaying tree’s rustling there leaves leaving a sort of tension in the summer’s afternoon air.

“Hey…”

Steve looked down to you, smiling sweetly before slowing to open his lips.

“I- I don’t want you to…I want you to be okay” Steve’s voice was laced with nothing but sadness, his chest felt heavy, his eyes slightly glassy underneath the bright sun.

You nodded before slowly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close before pecking him on the cheek, one of your hands sneaking up into his soft brown locks, something he was surely going to miss.

“I-I wish I could do more-“

He cut himself off before tucking his head between the crook in your neck, breathing you in, he didn’t want you to go, he didn’t want you to end up like Chrissy and Fred.

Dustin, Lucus and Max understood as they continued to walk forwards leaving the two of you. Steve squeezed you, not wanting to let go. You could feel yourself loosing your touch with reality as you fall limp in his arms.

He disappears from your view, replaced with a dark blue hue created by the thundering skies.

“Your time is up”

The voice was deep, unnatural, terrifying.

“No- Not now”

You stumble onto the rough dried out road underneath your feet, bolders protruded from the ground, the skies a mix of a deep tomato red and a deep sea blue.

You glance to the vastly ominous creature that slowly followed you, it’s tentacles sticking out of it’s back, the slick slime covering the flesh showcased.

You picked yourself up, running towards the red fog. Nothing seemed real, nothing ever did in Hawkins. You didn’t want this to be your final goodbye, it couldn’t be, could it?

You ran, ran as fast as you ever possibly have. You got closer, the whispers of Venca growing quieter, replaced the high screeches of the flying gargoyles.

———

“Hey, are you o-“ Steve pulled back, Eyes finally taking in your limp figure, your glassy eyes replaced with a light blue, your head twitched as you looked above to the sky.

“GUYS!”

Steve practically screamed, which was slightly broken, his sobs growing instantly as he placed you down carefully onto the road.

“Please- Please, DONT LEAVE ME-“

Max grasped onto his hand, trying everything to tug him away whilst Dustin clutched onto his walkie, screaming down into it.

“NANCY, ROBIN- CODE RED, DO YOU COPY-”

Immediately the Walkie hissed before being replaced by Robin’s voice.

“Dustin, it’s robin, we copy-“

“Holy shit FINALLY, PLEASE PLEASE tell me you guys have this figured out”

———

Your eyes glued to the thundering red cloud of smoke. You tred over the marshland, the swampish like floor covered with nothing but broken tree’s.

Your settled upon the shattered house, the creel house.

———

“DUSTIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

He places the tapes down, the recorder and earphones slipping into your lap as he crumbled to the floor.

“SONG, WHAT IS HIS FAVOURITE SONG STEVE!”

Steve hysterically scrambled through the tapes to retrieve it, there is was, Kate bush, “Running up that hill”.

It had been the song he kissed you to, for the first time, and it was a memory Steve would never forget.

———

You approached the dull looking house, the black banisters supporting what was left of the staircase, the slowly flying grandfather clock that ticked loudly taking over any other sound filling your ears.

It ticked.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

“What are you doing in here…”

The voice of Venca had chills travelling down your spine, you knew your time was close but you kept going, tredding over something squishy.

You glance to the floor, watching Spider’s practically crawl and scurry across the bumpy ground. Immediately you backed up, your back hitting something hard, a pillar of such.

Turning your back your met with her…Chrissy. Her body deformed, stiff, mouth agape, eyes no longer…she looked like something unreal, something so scary you stumbled back once again, your heart beat thundering in your ears.

You practically gagged at the sight, bodies clung to the walls of the house.

The vines wrapped around her body, keeping her secured to the slimy pillar, Venca had plans for you.

“How do you like them…”

You twisted around to face him…Venca. He stares you down whilst walking towards you, slowly but surly, your eyes travel down his figure, focusing on the claw like hands.

“Would you like to join them…hmmm” his growls echoed, but you ran, or atleast tried to. Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy, a flick of his hand has a singular vine wrap around your ankle, yanking you back towards him.

“No, NO PLEASE- NO-“ your hands did no such thing as you tried clutching the red-coloured floor but nothing worked. You were flung back into a pillar, cold and wet as the vines wrapped around your hands, pulling them back and eventually around your neck.

You gasped for air, his growls more thicker and closer now as he stood watching you struggle for air, this was it, you were certain you’d never get to say goodbye, that your now just another unfortunate soul.

———

“T-This one” Steve shouted hysterically whilst shoving it to Dustin who closed the recorder, placing earphones over your ears.

“NOW-“

———

You glanced over to the brightly opened space, watching your friends, Steve shouting your name, the song…it was familiar.

Venca turned.

“They can’t help you…there’s a reason you hide from them”

He breathed down your neck, the vine around your neck tightening, holding you down, the air was limited, your head now dizzy, it started to make no sense at all.

“You…Belong here-“

You coughed, struggling as the song began to get louder, filling your ears more then his voice did, but with the lack of oxygen you started to lose focus.

“Y-Your…Not…Really here”

He stilled before growling at you, his mouth sneering as he watched your figure struggle.

“Oh but I am…”

His claw raised over your head, a deep regret filled your stomach, nervousness and fear, it all had you wiggling in place.

You just wanted this to be over…

———

You began to raise from the floor, floating in the air as your friends and Steve jumped for you, screaming your name over and over.

———

You glanced to the patch of light showing your world, your friends…you.

You closed your eyes, tears leaking down your cheeks as you remembered who you were, how important you were to many others including your mother. But it was Steve, all you could think about, how you really, truly cared about.,

The tension grew, the closing of his claw, but your visions grew, cutting you away from reality for a second, memories of Steve flooding your mind, from your first kiss to your first time…it all had so much more meaning.

You remembered who you were, now your friends flashing through, Max, El, Dustin, Lucus, Mike, Will, Nancy, Robin…they all gave you a reason, a purpose, a longing.

You were stronger, stronger then this.

You wrench open your eyes, gasping as the vines loosened there grips allowing you to rip away, tearing away at his neck, causing him to stumble allowing you to fall free, you used your hands skilfully to push yourself to your feet.

You didn’t think twice, you ran towards the blaring music, the song you and Steve had danced to at prom…

He growled, closing his fist once again causing multiple clusters of rocks and broken house to fall from the sky, he tried to stop you, he tried to hurt you, to make you another victim.

You stumbled, dodging the flying debris, spikes and rocks, you ran through the flooded area, towards your friends, towards Steve, your everything, towards the light.

You could hear the debris get closer but you were close enough to jump through, breaking the hold he had you…everything turned black

———

You clutched your fists before gaining back consciousness, falling to the ground as you kicked out, your cries loud and your shaken body visible to Steve.

Dustin and Lucus both grabbed you gently before pulling you up into them, your head resting in Steve’s lap.

They all hugged you, holding you close and it was enough for Steve to pull you up closer, his hands cupping your cheeks before making you face him.

“Y-Your okay, your safe” he whispers, before planting soft kisses on your lips. He saved you, he always will, he had your back, and you had his.

You shared hugs, his arms picking you up as he carried you bridal style, taking you off of your shaky feet. You had guessed as much that Dustin and Lucus were laughing with joy, thankful to have there friend alive and safe.

And Steve who held you close, his nose brushing against your own, both of you maintaining eye contact.

“I love you…and I’m never letting you go ever…again”

It all happened so fast but you were sure that this was real, that Steve had you wrapped up in his arms, that he had saved you from your fate.

Although the fight was still on, still an obstacle you all yearned to get rid of…you couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

Venca didn’t have a hold on you any more.

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #fluff #angst #I-#help

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♫ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 ♫

Bestfriend!Matty Healy x Reader

❥ A/N: This is my first ever post!!! I really hope u guys like it, don't mind my awful grammar and my lack of knowledge on smoking weed🤞😖

❥ Synopsis: After a successful gig, Matty takes pleasure in your hospitality, settling in your apartment for the night. After a few passes of a spliff you somehow acquired, secrets between you and Matty begin to surface. A hazy night in between gigs alters your relationship with Matty eternally.

❥ Warnings: friends to lovers trope, smoking, flirting, cuddling, kissing, suggestive touching

❥ Vision Board: https://pin.it/66jslcN

❥ Word Count: 2.2k

"Ahh…that was crazy, did you see their faces?!" Matty reminisces on the reactions of the crowd during the band’s gig, relieved to see you enjoyed it too. You both continue walking together, your steps in sync, until you finally reach your apartment. “Thanks for letting me stay the night,” Matty smiles down at you appreciatively. You grin up at him, glad to finally spend some time with him in the middle of tour.

You practically rush inside, an idea popping into your head. You place your bag on the coffee table, taking off your shoes as you tumble over to a basket that lies hidden in the corner of your living room. "What's that all about?" Matty chuckles curiously as he locks the door behind him, kicking off his shoes. He watches as you fumble around in the basket, wondering what could be so interesting inside. You grin up at him, slowly pulling a spliff out of the basket and waving it up at him. Smoking weed was a habit of yours that not very many people knew of, not even Matty.

“Ahh," Matty says, a surprised look crossing his face. "You smoke weed?" He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I guess there's always something new to learn about you." You smile at him, pulling out a lighter from the basket as well. You plop yourself onto the couch, lighting the spliff.

“Ya' like some company?" Matty asks, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside you. He leans back, watching you with curious eyes as you light up. You laugh as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, offering him the spliff, your eyebrow flicking up. Matty takes the spliff from you, placing it between his lips. He inhales deeply, holding the smoke in for a moment before exhaling slowly. His eyes close as he savors the taste of the smoke. You place your legs up on the couch, hugging your knees as you admire the sight before you.

Matty glances at you, his heart racing as he takes another hit from the spliff. He hands it back to you, his body tingling with an odd mix of pleasure and anxiety. The smell of cannabis fills the air between you two, making the already intimate situation even more so. You take another hit, humming as you exhale,

"You're so perfect at doing literally anything...it's not fair." You pout, leaning closer to Matty. Matty can't hide his pleasure as he feels your body move closer. His gaze lingers on your lips, his heart racing in his chest.

"I could say the same about you," Matty replies softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You place the spliff in his mouth, lightly kissing his cheek as you do so.

"What a charmer," you mumble into his ear, already feeling the effects of the weed. Matty moans softly as you place the spliff in his mouth, his body shuddering from the kiss.

"You have no idea..." He whispers back, his voice thick with desire. "You make me so weak..." Your eyes widen in fascination at his words, reaching out and tracing his face with your finger. Matty leans into your touch, his breathing growing heavier as your finger trails across his face. His heart races as you continue to stare at him, your gaze connected for what seems like an eternity. He cannot believe how much he wants you right now.

"Have I ever told you that you're really pretty?" You slur, smiling up at Matty. Your hazy mind bringing forward old thoughts of how you used to fancy Matty, the feeling never really leaving in the first place. Your eyes trail along his face, taking in his chocolate brown eyes, ones that always stare sweetly into yours, his matching chocolate curls, perfectly spilling onto his face. Your eyes slowly trail down to his lips, pursed and open just enough to see his ivories.

“N-no," Matty stutters, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "You haven't." He looks into your eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. This is it, he thinks. The moment he's been waiting for.

"Well, you are." You grin cheekily at Matty, taking the spliff from his hand and inhaling its smoke deeply.

“I.." Matty trails off, his mind reeling from your words and the effects of the weed. He can't believe you just admitted you find him attractive. It's enough to make his knees weak.

"What?" You giggle, blowing smoke out of your nose as you look at him, mockingly puzzled. Matty chuckles nervously at your question.

"Nothing," he says, shaking his head slightly. His heart races as he watches you blow smoke out of your nose; it's both sexy and slightly amusing to him. You shuffle closer, placing the spliff between Matty's lips,

"Go on," you coax him, "I wanna try something." grinning at him, hoping he'll comply. Taking a deep breath, Matty closes his eyes and inhales the smoke from the spliff. As he does so, he feels an unexpected surge of desire. His heart beats harder in his chest, and he opens his eyes to meet yours again.

You cup Matty's face with your hands, softly pressing your lips against his as you inhale the smoke out of his mouth and into yours, shotgunning the toke. Matty lets out a soft moan against your lips, the feeling of the smoke leaving his lungs and entering yours sends a wave of pleasure through his body. He drops the joint into a tray on the coffee table, his hands finding their way to your hips, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. You pull away, exhaling the smoke.

"That was hot," You chuckle nonchalantly, smiling at Matty like everything was normal, but it wasn't. Matty exhales slowly, the lingering taste of marijuana still in his mouth. His mind is reeling with overwhelming desire, but he tries his hardest to keep his emotions in check.

"Yeah, it was," he manages to say, trying to sound casual. Your eyes trail down to your hips, feeling a slight warmth enveloping them, Matty's hands still resting there. You look back up at Matty, giving him a teasing stare. Matty's heart skips a beat as he meets your gaze. The look in your eyes sends shivers down his spine and ignites a fire within him. He swallows hard, his fingers tightening slightly on your hips. "What're you thinking about?" he asks softly. You smile softly at his gesture, scooting closer on the couch.

"You." You flash your eyes at him, sincerity in your stare. Matty feels his cheeks heat up at your teasing confession. His heart races even faster now, his breathing shallow. He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of what he thinks might be there-an attraction, a desire.

"Y-you know," Your brow flickers up at Matty, waiting for him to continue. “You're really beautiful," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've wanted to tell you that for so long." You blush and look away, but Matty is still caught in your gaze. He leans closer, your bodies brushing against each other. His heart is pounding in his chest as he wonders how you'll react to his next words. "Have you ever thought about us?" Your gaze quickly flickers back to his, your eyes searching his face, trying to read him.

"Maybe.." You cheekily grin, resting your head in your palm.

"Maybe?" Matty repeats, smiling softly. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. "I think about us all the time," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've wanted this for so long." His eyes search yours, desperately waiting for a response.

"Really?" You mumble in shock, your face flushing with hope as you admire Matty.

"Really," Matty confirms, his heart racing. "I know we've been friends for a really long time, b-but I can't help how I feel." He looks up at you, truly admiring you for the first time. The way you look back at him, the spark in your eyes... You hesitate, unsure of how to express your feelings. Matty's heart beats faster as he awaits your answer. He bites his lip nervously, wondering if you feel the same way he does. "Did you ever have any idea?" he asks softly, his eyes pleading for the truth. You attempt to hold back a grin, your mind flickering back to all of the times Matty got a little too close, and acted a little more than friendly.

"Kind of," you smile to yourself. Matty's breath catches in his throat as he hears your response. His heart swells with hope.

"Really?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He leans forward slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or doubt.

"Well I mean, you made it kinda obvious." You giggle, your eyelashes fluttering tauntingly. Matty's face turns a shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and flattery. He chuckles nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"I guess I did, huh?" He takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "So..." Your ears perk up, listening intently for Matty's next words. Matty's heart beats faster as he leans closer to you. He takes another deep breath, his gaze locked onto yours. "Do you think... maybe we should try something?" he whispers, his voice low and intense.

"I think I'd like that," You grin at Matty, laying your legs across his.

“Actually?" Matty asks, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I've always dreamed about this moment." He smiles shyly, leaning closer to you. His heart races as he waits for your next move. You chuckle lightly at his comment,

"You're such a dork," you tease before pressing your lips to his, running your hands through his curls. Matty's eyes widen, responding eagerly, his hands sliding up your back. As the kiss deepens, he groans softly into your mouth. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, tightening your grip on his hair. Matty moans softly against your lips, his body trembling slightly. His free hand moves to rest on your leg, slowly trailing upward. He breaks the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours, "God, I've wanted this for so long,"

"Me too..." You admit, your hot breath huffing against Matty's swollen lips. A hazy, satisfied smile begins to spread across Matty's face as he leans in to resume the heated kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap.

"I don't want to wait anymore," he whispers, reaching down to slide his hands up your shirt. "Shit," you mumble, shivering under his touch.

"Is that a good shit?" Matty chuckles breathlessly, his eyes shining with excitement. He leans in, kissing you softly on the neck as he slides his hand under the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the shape of your hipbone. You grin at his frequently used phrase, nodding lightly as your hands slide down his shoulders. "I love how soft you are," Matty whispers, his breath tickling your ear. He moves one hand to rest on your stomach, the other still tracing slow circles on your hip. "I want this to last forever."

"Me too," you smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Can I ask you something?" Matty says, his breath warm against your skin. "Is it okay if... if we just take things slow and see what happens?" He hesitates, unsure if he's reading the situation correctly. “I could just stay like this forever.”

"I'd like that," You smile against his skin, relishing in his company. Matty smiles slowly, leaning back to look at your face, his eyes locked on yours.

"Good," he says softly, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, his lips are gentle and exploratory, as if he's tasting you for the first time. You cradle Matty's face in your hands, your thumbs brushing along his cheekbones. Matty moans softly into the kiss, his fingers digging slightly into your sides. He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue against your lips, eager to taste more of you. His free hand slides up your back, gently massaging the skin between your shoulder blades. You relish in the warmth of Matty before pulling back, catching your breath as you say,

"We should probably get to sleep since you've got another show tomorrow." You turn to check your phone, the time reading 1:02 am. Matty pants softly, his eyes closed and his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

"You're right," he agrees, his hand moving to slip under your shirt again. "But can we... can we sleep like this?" You grin down at him, pinching his cheek as you giggle,

"Of course we can." You retreat off his lap, quickly shuffling over to a small basket near the TV, and grabbing a couple of pillows and a blanket.

“Perfect," Matty breathes out, eyeing your form as you gather the pillows and blanket. He scoots back, making enough space for you to crawl onto the couch with him. As soon as you're settled, he wraps his arms around you, spooning you from behind.

"G'night," you mumble, smiling to yourself at the turn of events tonight.

"Night, beautiful." Matty murmurs against your hair, already starting to fall asleep. His chest rises and falls slowly with each breath, his arm tightening around you as he drifts off to sleep. Shortly, the comforting atmosphere slowly lulls you to sleep, the sound of Matty's soft breathing being the last thing you hear before you doze off.

thanks for reading! ❤︎︎ part two...?

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sloppy makeouts w stevie :’) just filled with “i love you”s

You wish you could hit pause and live in this moment forever.

The sun had just started to set, the sky reminiscent of cotton candy, soft pink and blue clouds sweeping across the neighborhood.

The colors reflected off Steve’s skin perfectly, but, honestly, he could look angelic in almost any lighting, even the harsh fluorescents at the mall.

The only light in the room came from the window or the small, orange flame nestled between Steve’s hands as he flicked on the lighter.

A blunt hung low between his pretty, pursed lips. His brows knitted together as he brought the flame to the top of the cigarette, face concentrated and hands steady.

He’s so dreamy.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him as he inhaled deeply, holding his breath for a fraction of a second, before blowing out gently. The light from the window reflected off the smoke wafting around his head. It was painfully picturesque and you considered reaching into your dresser and grabbing your Polaroid to capture the moment forever.

Distracted by a few strands of hair falling in his face, you didn’t even noticed Steve was holding the blunt out to you, waiting patiently for you to take it.

You snapped out of your trance with a quick “sorry,” giving him a sheepish look after being caught staring. Your fingers brushed his as you grabbed the blunt, sending electricity up your hands as you brought the blunt to your lips. You to take a hit yourself, though you were much less graceful than him, coughing a bit as you waft the smoke away from your face. You pass it back to him, his chuckle hitting your ears and your cheeks warmed.

“Laughing at me?” Your eyes drop to the sheets on the bed, fingers self consciously fussing with a loose thread.

“No.” You hear another chuckle, then an inhale, an exhale, then another cloud of smoke surrounds you. “You’re just cute.”

You peak up at him suspiciously, cheeks heating further, before reaching for the cigarette again. This hit was much smoother and you blow the smoke towards him teasingly.

He knew the effect his words had on you. Even the littlest things flustered you, which he found precious. Pushing your buttons was one of his favorite pastimes, your little nose crinkle was just a bonus.

You handed the blunt back to him and he took one more hit, his lips wrapping around the end in a small smirk, eyes playful and never breaking contact with yours. You fought the urge to look away at his intense gaze, focusing in on his lips instead.

He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, the paper catching on the bottom pillowy lip, pulling it into a pout. Your eyes glazed over at how unreal he looked, half his face pink from the sunset. Noticing your line of sight, he let out a small hum before blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth, away from your face. You watched his mouth contort in silence, your thighs clenching just a tad. His tongue poked out slowly, wetting his lips.

Tease.

He offered the cigarette to you, one last time, but you refused with a small shake of your head. With a fond smile, he leaned over, reaching for the ashtray on the dresser next to you and dropping the blunt there for later.

His shirt rode up a tad, exposing a sliver of his skin. Warmth seeped into you as he hovered above you, close enough to smell his cologne - oaky and a little sweet, mixed with hints of weed. Your eyes were staring at the small chain around his neck; it was usually hidden under the collar of his shirt, but now it swayed above you, occasionally catching the light. You raked up his collar bones to his neck, his adam’s apple bobbed and you slowly moved up to his jawline. His lips and nose were next and you methodically counted the moles that spanned across his pretty face.

Gradually, you peak up at his eyes, only to find him already staring, a slight smirk pulling at his lips when you notice.

You could feel your body grow even hotter under his gaze, and you tentatively reached a hand out to graze over the forearm propping him up beside you.

The skin was so soft, and extremely hot. If you didn’t know he ran warm, you could have sworn he had a fever.

Still staring into his eyes, your fingers traveled a bit higher, stuttering over his elbow then up to his bicep. Lastly, you reached his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. The muscle was taut in your hand and you watched his gaze darken.

He leaned down slightly, lips just ghosting over yours, breath fanning over your face. Obviously effected by your proximity, he took a deep inhale before whispering.

“Can I kiss you?” His lips brushed over yours at the words, sending goosebumps all over your body. “Please?”

He was so breathy and desperate, you couldn’t possibly refuse.

Pushing yourself up that last bit, your lips finally collided. Your other hand came up to grasp at the nape of his neck, and you greedily swallowed his soft groan.

His lips were so plush and hot and you imagined them on your neck and shoulders, peppering you with kisses. He tilted his head a tad to the side, slotting his nose against yours, and you moaned at the little sounds he was making in the back of his throat, the little breaths he took through his nose, the gasps pressed against your lips.

The thought of him alone was intoxicating, but now his lips were on you. You could have sworn you were hallucinating.

You pull him tighter, squeezing your eyes tight at your desperate need to be closer. Lungs burning, you knew you would have to pull away eventually, but you couldn’t bring yourself to part from him.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip as his hair fell over your forehead, tickling you slightly, but you didn’t mind. He shifted, pulling away a tad so that your lips just brushed together upon each shaky breath, no longer connected. His eyes peaked up to yours, seeking confirmation, and you nodded breathlessly, maneuvering with him so he was lying next to you on the bed.

Cheeks red and lips swollen, Steve never looked prettier and you once again had to fight the urge to snap a picture of him.

His lips were back on you again, his hands now free to roam your body. He palmed up your biceps, then reached your neck and your jawline, constantly pulling you closer and manipulating you so he could kiss you deeper. You let him take control, let him take what he wanted from you, as you tried to calm your racing heart.

You were starting to feel the effects of the drugs, your head swimming just a tad, focusing in solely on Steve’s needy hands all over your body.

The kiss was slowly getting sloppier, lips missing each other and tongues coming out to play, teeth clashing and moans echoing off each other. The high was incredible, heightening all your senses and dimming everything else besides Steve.

You shifted again, moving to straddle his waist, his hands coming to rest on your sides and his neck craning up so his lips could meet your jaw. He kissed a line down your neck to your collarbones, eventually running out of air and pulling away slightly, gawking up at you. Your face and neck were a little wet from his mouth, but you hardly noticed with Steve’s staring.

He leaned forward a tad, placing a kiss right at the center of your sternum. You could feel his smile pressed into your skin and you could barely stop the giddy laugh from bubbling up in your chest.

“Love you…” he mumbled against your skin, his lips ticking you.

“Huh?” you asked, breathless, fingers now carding through his hair absentmindedly. His lips pulled off you, head tilting back and eyes staring up at you once again.

He looked absolutely lovesick.

You ran your fingers through his hair once again, now trying to coax him into repeating himself. A soft smile came to your lips, and he fixed you with a dopey grin. He chuckled a little, out of happiness or disbelief you’re not quite sure.

“I love you.” His hands rubbed at your sides, and your chest ached at your luck.

His words were so sincere, face reflecting pure honesty. He was so genuinely Steve at that moment it made your head spin.

He only ever got like this with you, and it made warmth blossom in your chest at the idea that no one else gets to see him like this.

A grin comes to your face, your hands giving his shoulders a light squeeze as you lean in to place a kiss on his lips. It’s gentle, almost feather light, and you hear his breath catch in his throat. You kiss his lips again, this one a little stronger but just as sweet. Then a third time at the corner of his mouth, you hold it there a moment, extending your connection.

He beamed at your silent display.

Three kisses, three words.

I. Love. You.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington

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Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 01: Drunken Demons and Dancing Devils

Velvette tilted her head back.

Clouds of light, formed from hundreds of sparkling stars, adorned the deep red night horizon of hell with their scintillating shine. Drawn by magic, Velvette stared up at the far end of the horizon, up at the spherical shape of the heaven that towered above all their heads and hell. The milky soft glow of heaven was shimmering, its brilliance a blur.

Blazing flashes of laser light cut the horizon into thousands of chunks, chasing the stars and the reigning night away as the ground seemed to shudder beneath her feet. The bass of the deafening music made the surrounding air vibrate.

The Vees' lavish mansion was filled to the bursting with guests, drunken demons and dancing devils. Valentino was having a party in his honor after his latest films had won every award in every category at the annual film festival.

A satisfied smile graced Velvette's black lips as she hastily weaved her way through the dense crowds. Spotlights colored the makeshift dance floor in the living room a somber shade of red, while blue strobe lights flashed through the stuffy room.

Long shadows danced along the walls in euphoria. White fairy lights and glittering garlands wrapped along the chrome-colored railing of the open gallery, an illuminated disco ball spun under the ceiling and balloons hung everywhere. A fog machine added to the chaos. Huge speakers stood at the sides, music blared at full volume and the low infernal sound of the bass was earsplitting.

It smelled like a pungent mixture of cheap spirits, sweet smoke and salty sweat.

People were lounging on the expensive couches in the living room, laughing and chatting with each other. Kissing couples propped up against the walls, shoving their tongues down each other's throats and groping each other. An imp drew a straight line of suspicious white powder up his nose from the smudged glass of a hand mirror. As Velvette passed him, he held out a plastic bag to her with a grin, but she rejected it with a polite smile.

A number of different dishes had been set out on a long table. Fresh fruit was piled on top of each other and a chocolate fountain stood between white porcelain and several pastries. Some guests stuck fruit after fruit onto a wooden skewer, while other sinners dipped their bare fingers into the liquid chocolate.

Velvette quickly grabbed a handful of fruits and a cup filled to the brim and retreated to a corner with her phone in hand. Here and there she snapped a photo, every now and then she sipped the liquid in her cup and let her eyes wander over the party. Vox and Valentino performed the strangest and most soppy dance number, a truly embarrassing sight. Velvette's lips cracked into a smirk as she recorded the moment for eternity and the entire internet of hell with a snapshot.

She was just about to head back to the chocolate fountain when someone caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh, shit..." she swore and managed to choke, some of her drink landing on her dress. "What's Carmine's fucking daughter doing here?" Velvette sneered, her face scrunched in irritation. "I swear, just the sight of her spoils my mood..." She quickly drained the last liquid from her cup, squeezed the plastic and marched with quick steps towards the bright blonde girl in the lab coat in the doorway. The floor shook under the soles of her boots as Velvette pushed her way through the dense crowds. Her eyes glistened with a mix between gloom and glee, her thoughts blurred between the neon lights in the wonderful feeling of immortality and melted like caramelized sugar. Her whole body tingling, while the effects of her drink kicked in.

Outside of a cautious glance exchanged back and forth within an Overlord meeting, Velvette had never shared a single word with Carmilla Carmine's eldest daughter, as Odette held her mother's opinion and Carmilla Carmine felt a very strict and stern disapproval towards the three Vees, especially Velvette, a disapproval towards their outrageous behavior and lack of respect as well as their irresponsibility and cocky self-confidence. They were silly brats who starved for attention at every given opportunity.

Velvette wanted to have some fun with her...

"What are you doing so far away from your home and your dear mommy? Are you lost?"

"What do you want from me?" asked Odette when Velvette approached her and blocked her path. She grimaced sourly.

Velvette attempted a wide grin. "Tell me, sweetie, how many times would I theoretically have to fuck you before I get a discount for your mother's weapons?"

"Never!" Odette replied as she studied Velvette from top to bottom in disgust. "As long as I'm in my right mind, I wouldn't even dream of it..."

"Really, you wouldn't? Too bad..." Velvette pouted. "Hey!" she shouted angrily when Odette tried to push past her, completely ignoring her. "May I know the reason why you're crashing this fucking party and being pretty fucking rude to the fucking host?"

"Excuse me..." muttered Odette nervously. She cautiously adjusted her glasses and plucked at the hem of her lab coat. "But I'm looking for my younger sister..."

"You have a sister?" Velvette played dumb, but then she noticed Odette's worried face. "It was just a joke, I’m sorry... But why would your younger sister be at my party?"

Odette sighed sourly. "Clara snuck out of the house. I have to bring her back before Mother notices our disappearance."

Velvette burst out laughing, but when Odette rolled her eyes in annoyance, she grew silent again.

"Clara!" Odette tried in vain to scream against the volume of the music.

Stunned, Velvette slapped her forehead, then took the desperate girl's hand. She immediately intertwined their fingers and felt Odette's sweaty palms. "Come with me, you dumb fucking girl…" she demanded of Odette as they made their way through the crowd.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you to find your sister!”

The two of them found Clara near the chocolate fountain. A cup in her hand and a hypnotized face set, she clung to every single slurred word that came from Valentino's lips. A cloud of pink haze hovered over their heads as his tongue traveled up her arm.

"Oh, for fucking sake!" Velvette shouted, quickly letting go of Odette's hand. "This can't be real now..." She pounced on Valentino, grabbed her colleague harshly by his fur collar and pulled the clamoring moth away from Clara before his tongue could wander any further. "Are you fucking mental, Val?" she snarled furiously and shoved him away.

"Hey… Calm down, Vel!" Valentino defended himself. He snorted, wiped the dust off his robe and raised his hands apologetically. "I was just having a little fun with Carmine’s daughter. I didn’t think you would mind…," he claimed, shrugging his shoulders. "This girl could have been the next leading lady in some of my movies. I would have made her a star, any worthless freak in hell would have known her name," he gushed before leaving Velvette and heading back to Vox.

Velvette scowled at the moth, while Odette quickly pulled her younger sister into a relieved and smothering hug.

"O-Odette? W-What... What are you doing here?" babbled Clara. Clumsily, she tried to free herself from her worried sister's arms, but her balance swayed precariously and Odette and Velvette had to support her.

"I came to save you before our mother finds out that neither you nor I are in our beds in our safe home sleeping..." Together, she and Velvette dragged her sister back to the door.

Velvette casted a worried look at the clock. "You must hurry..." With every passing second, the light from the stars faded more, soon the night would be over.

"Thank you for your help!" Saying goodbye, Odette pressed a quick kiss to Velvette's cheek, the next moment she and her sister were out the door and gone from the party.

"Y-You are welcome..." stuttered Velvette, wide-eyed. She stared after her with a stunned stare as the heat rose up her face and the blush gathered in her cheeks. Suddenly, her heart began to do wild somersaults in her chest. “Fuck…”

Chapter 02:

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hii legoskii i was wondering if we could see more of evil kiriko smut .. 😞😞😞

Villain!Kiriko x Reader (NSFW)

A/N: sorry for the wait! been busy, but hope this will suffice :)

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It was a calm, cool night- just half an hour past midnight. You’d been attending the yearly Fox Festival in Kanezaka with a group of friends, primarily to see the fireworks. And on your way home, you’d decided to stop for a drink at a bar. A simple, single glass. Something light. Why not?

However, in return, you ended up finding great interest in the dance floor, and in no time you were partying along with others around your age, letting yourself unwind. The night had still been young, after all. And you’d always liked to dance. Plus, being surrounded by complete strangers made it better!

But then, you saw her. She wasn’t dancing, she was watching from a distance. Leaning against the bar with a small glass of bourbon in one hand. Dressed in all black, with her button-up being unbuttoned enough to expose her collarbone and everything above it. You’d barely made out a thin, silver chain around her neck, glistening under the distant lights of the dance floor. She had also been smoking what you’d assumed was a cigarette, but later learned was just a thin cigar. How classy.

You’d noticed her after taking a break to catch your breath, having planned to return to the fun for a few more songs after the following one ended. But…you’d gotten a little tipsy. And seeing this attractive young woman eyeing you like a tiger in the woods made your confidence spike a couple notches.

It hadn’t taken you long to get shy around her, though. She’d held herself up very well, and her voice was extremely weakening, god. Not to mention how tall she was, how she looked at you, and how confident, coy and witty she was. Everything about her practically screamed powerful.

A conversation had quickly sparked, flirtations thrown in the mix, and the woman eventually revealed to you that she owned the place. She’d invited you to the back to show you proof, among other things, and as you’d grown more comfortable around her, she’d grown more…intimate. Nothing to make you uncomfortable, of course. Just subtle touches that gradually got bolder.

Then, standing before one another in silence, Kiriko eventually sensed that you two wanted the same thing. She set her cigar down onto a nearby ashtray, yet as you two neared a kiss, the woman briskly pulled away, quietly informing you who she was. An utter of her full name, and nothing more.

And this had instantly alerted you. Kiriko Kamori was easily Kanezaka’s most notorious vigilante. A thief, a manipulator, and most of all- a killer.

Millions of questions ran rampant. One of which being; how in the hell did Kiriko own an entire bar? And why? Simple. She went by another name. Kiriko Yamagami. Well. Yamagami, for short.

“I don’t really tell people my first name.” Kiriko huffed, a vague cloud of smoke ghosting from her nostrils as she put the cigar back to her lips. “I mean, no reason for them to know, right? It’d only be a risk.” A smirk made its way onto her face as she took another drag. “More so for them.”

As for the “why,” Kiriko simply enjoyed having an excuse to unwind. Owning a bar wasn’t necessarily difficult for her. She could also use the steady income, even if she was already a thief.

Learning all of this had, of course, stunned you. This woman wasn’t just well-known, but she was feared. You’d never seen her before this, obviously, but the news had made her capabilities pretty obvious. She was strong, unafraid to kill, quick, and absolutely out for blood.

And yet, by the time you two were alone in a closed-off, secluded room, sexual tensions were too high to ignore. You felt your heart tugging for you to just pounce, and looking into that woman’s dangerously attractive eyes, you simply couldn’t find a bone within you that even wanted to run. All you wanted was her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your raging attraction to women. Either way, you didn’t care.

And Kiriko sensed this, too. It only took about three minutes of small talk before things grew intimate again; and this time, Kiriko didn’t hold back. Having finished her cigar, she simply tossed it to the floor and let it air out, approaching you with a predatory glint in her eyes. You felt helpless in the most addicting way possible as she brought a hand to your chest, pressing you firmly against the nearest wall as her lips crashed against yours.

And that’s how you ended up here. Grinding against her while she watched.

The room was dimly lit by the warm, orange hue of the surrounding LEDs. A mini-bar sat in one corner of the room, but most space was taken up by a large, maroon-colored couch. The fancy furniture surrounded a glass roundtable in the center of the room, and atop said table stood two unfinished glasses of bourbon, along with an ashtray. This was a lounge dedicated to only a few people- a lounge dedicated to sheer, absolute privacy and comfort. And that level of privacy was something you definitely needed.

Straddling Kiriko’s lap with your knees pressed against the couch, a drawn out, high-pitched whine fell past your lips as you needily ground your hips down against hers. Smiling up at you with a coquettish hum, the vigilante brought her hand up to your clothed sex, gingerly pressing three digits against your clit and eliciting another whine from you.

Delightful shivers ran down your spine, and sparks of pleasure exploded within you from the point of contact. Eager for more, you pressed back into her, attempting to create more friction. And with nothing more than a chuckle, Kiriko simply watched you work your way to climax against her, her eyes dark with lustrous thrill.

“Yeah,” her voice was low, her tone laced with hunger, almost as if she were holding herself back from what else she wanted to do to you. “That’s my girl.”

“Fffuck…please-“

Every word she spoke fueled a fire of need within you. Feeling her hands at your hips, her hips beneath yours, and most of all, her eyes dead-set on you- it was exhilarating. You were getting wetter and wetter every time you made eye contact with her, everytime you felt her.

Kiriko began gingerly rubbing circles over your clit with a thumb, feeling wetness through your clothes as you continued to ride her. It was almost embarrassing, how willing you were to cum for this woman even if it meant fully clothed. But that look in her eye was beyond alluring. And she had this dangerous edge to her voice; it was intimidating yet turned you on to an embarrassing extent.

Suddenly, Kiriko put slightly more pressure against your clit, causing your hips to jolt and a sharp moan to elicit from you. Your breathing became ragged as you struggled to keep your movements consistent. Still rutting, your mouth was slightly ajar as weak, desperate sounds fell from you.

“You like that?” Kiriko purred, watching closely as your face scrunched up in that cute way it always does when you’re close. Taking a shuddering breath, you couldn’t find the ability to respond to her coherently; you instead continued to grind, your hands clinging desperately onto each of Kiriko’s shoulders as your movements grew feverish.

“Bad girl. I think you do.”

Kiriko sat back against the cushions, her hands now guiding your hips and encouraging you to speed up, which you enthusiastically did. As you began further pressing her into the cushions, she couldn’t help tilting her head back, letting out a low groan at the sensation. She absolutely loved it- having such a needy girl like you sitting in her lap and using her to get off. Hearing your sweet little sounds as she touched you; seeing you submit.

With a growl, Kiriko suddenly bucked up into you, making you gasp.

“F-fuck…” you panted, burying your face into the crook of her neck, “…m’gonna….sshhhittt-“

Kiriko didn’t respond right away, gripping your hips tighter as she continued guiding the movement of your hips. Your heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure began to fill the air. Yours specifically, but Kiriko was beginning to let herself loose as well. You were both grateful that the music outside was as loud as it was.

“You’re so- mm- so needy…” Kiriko groaned softly, a coy laugh audible in her tone. You could see her cheeks go crimson as she began to pleasure herself as well- bucking up into you. The sight made you gush. “You’re cute like this,” she opened her eyes for a moment and looked up to watch you, chuckling a bit when you looked back with those wide, hazy eyes, “you know that?”

The praise, and she knew it, made you weak. You felt like you were truly hers, and not just in a possessive way. The way she touched you tenderly and took her time with you got you all sorts of hot and bothered. And so you whimpered into her neck, too shy to respond with words, but hoping the wet kiss you pressed against her throat would suffice.

And it definitely had. You immediately heard her sigh pleasantly at the touch, and curiously, you did it again, this time adding a graze of your tongue.

“…Mmm…keep doing that.” Kiriko murmured, her eyes closing once more. One of her hands reached up to rest on the back of your neck, gently pushing your face closer, “Do that again, sweetheart.”

The petname made heat shoot straight to your clit, but the command itself brought a small smirk to your lips. She likes that, huh?

Dutifully, you began to leave vague hickies anywhere you could along the side of Kiriko’s neck. Your teeth skimmed over the soft flesh just under her jaw, but closer to her shoulders you were sure to leave darker marks. The pleased sigh and occasional, low moan that escaped the vigilante with each bite sent shivers up your spine. She went from holding onto your neck to gently tugging your hair, whispering small praises like “just like that” or “you’re so good at this, Y/N” into your ear. Eager to continue pleasing her, you continued travelling down to her collarbone, bringing a slightly hesitant hand up to unbutton the rest of her shirt.

She let you, smirking all the while. As you began to reveal more and more skin, Kiriko helped you out by sitting up straight for just a moment. You let out a frustrated noise as you were forced to stop your movements, sitting up as well to see what she was up to.

The sight of Kiriko taking off her button-up was definitely going to be fantasy fodder for a long time after tonight. She slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt and slipped the garment off, tossing it into a random corner of the lounge. This revealed her lean shoulders and arms, a simple black bra, and a toned, toned, stomach. By no means was Kiriko buff, but she was definitely fit.

Kiriko quickly noticed your staring, bringing her hands back to your hips.

“Like what you see?”

Despite the deep blush blossoming on your face, you were shameless. Breathlessly, you murmured back, “Yeah, I do.” You paused to keep admiring her body, lewdly wondering how it would feel to have her towering over you.

“Take off your shirt for me.” A sudden command. You looked back up to find her staring right at you, hunger lacing her expression. You honestly struggled to respond right away. But there was nothing to be said, based on the look on her face. She wasn’t asking.

You did as she requested, crossing your arms over your head and pulling your top off. You tossed it in the same direction Kiriko had tossed hers, and when you looked back at her, you knew what she wanted next, her smirk making it painfully obvious. You took off your bra quickly, undoing the clasp with ease and letting it fall onto Kiriko’s lap. Kiriko watched it fall, deciding to throw it elsewhere herself this time, before taking in every inch of your now-half-naked form. Very, very slowly.

“So pretty,” she murmured affectionately, her hands caressing your sides, “such a pretty girl.”

You shivered, your head falling forward little ways as a shaky sigh fell from you. Eagerly, you let your eyes slowly fall closed, your body tingling with each little touch Kiriko made upon your sensitive body.

You knew, based on the hungry look in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch, that Kiriko was going to take very good care of you.

#overwatch #overwatch smut #overwatch headcanons #kiriko kamori #kiriko #kiriko x reader

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✨Living with the Toman fraternity, Chapter 3✨

Notes: I'll be honest, this is mainly just Chifuyu because the brainrot is real my mans, but I hope you all enjoy!

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Chifuyu pt 2

Chifuyu watches you from the other side of the couch; hooded sea-foam eyes mesmerized at how you multitask. Bright brown eyes flip from packing the blunt to the tv in front of you; gingerly massaging and evening out what you packed. Twisting the top shut, you look around for a lighter and automatically he reaches over with a flame. You lean into it mumbling a thank you before you take a pull. Leaning back, you blow into the air above you, watching how the plums of smoke reflect and dance in the light. You’ve both been smoking all day watching bad horror movies on Tubi. The other boys were out so it was just the two of you in the house.

With his head in the clouds, his mind wanders, and his eyes trailing down your form. Blunt hanging from plump lips, hair haloed by the setting sunlight; your shorts have been riding higher and higher up your thighs.

Warm, soft, sun-kissed brown thighs.

Drooling at the memory of being between them a few days ago, he shifts in his seat. You shift, moving to lean against him, nuzzling into his chest. He can tell how bad those shorts are rubbing against your clit and the thought passes at how wet you might be. In a tentative manner, he reaches and plucks the blunt from your lips, bringing it to his own, slowly pulling before caressing your cheek. "Yes, 'Fuyu," you question, looking up at him.

He pulls your face closer, kissing you softly as he blows into your mouth. You moan softly, inhaling the smoke as you kiss him. You cast the controller aside, pulling back as you blew out the smoke smiling down at him. He smirks, reaching down and pulling your shorts up, his cock twitching at the soft moan that escapes your lips. “Wanna play~”

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“Fuck, Fuyu~ M-more please”, you moan, pulling at his hair gently. He grunts. A firm hand grips your breast, sucking on your nipple with fever. His other hand is between your legs, middle finger making nimble circles around your clit, your thighs shake. His collar jingles and mixes with the sounds of your moans.

His cock rubs against your thigh.

You’ve had enough.

Pulling his head up, you kiss him, pumping his cock with your other hand. “Fuck me, baby boy,” you gasp, pulling back. He nods, pushing your thighs up to your chest, holding back a groan of delight at the sight below him. Brown skin glowing in the light, drenched in sweat and his pre-cum. Your pussy’s plump, covered in curly, dark hair. Sliding his cock between them was like heaven.

Whining at how hot your cunt felt against him, “Daddy, you’re so fucking wet for me”

His head pushes inside. “S’fucking tight,”

His nails dig into your thighs, pulling out slowly before pushing back inside, setting a steady pace. He leans forward, knees digging into the couch below and kisses you, fucking into your tight cunt. His balls slap against you, the sound echoing off the walls. You know you shouldn’t be fucking on the couch; any of the other boys could find you, but that just made it better. The thought made you tighten around him, your nails drive into his shoulders, trying to find some stability. His hands let go of your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before hoisting you up. Thrusting up inside you, he gently weaves his fingers in your hair, pulling at your roots, he whispers in your ear, “Hear that Daddy, your cunt is so wet for me, I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside you.”

He holds you close; leaning himself against the couch, he plants his feet on the ground. Holding your legs to help you balance, he thrusts up inside you, drooling with a smile on his face. You were in that same heaven, body on fire and cunt gushing around his cock. He latches himself on your breast, gripping you by the waist as he fucks up into you. Desperate to hear your moans as long as he can, to make you sing for him. “I’m…so…close” you whimper, falling apart on top of him. Holding his head to your chest, your eyes roll back, squirting on his cock as he refuses to slow down; thrusting faster, spraying your juices on the couch and against himself.

But he’s not done, not yet

He pulls back, letting you collapse against him. He reaches behind you. Grabbing your ass, he holds you down on his cock, grinding the head against your cervix entrance. He devours the sight in front of you, how your back arches and your ass overflows in his hands. Your body is so soft, so round, so plump; he’s obsessed with it. It stirs him up, and he fucks into you watching how your ass ripples and those sweet moans pour from your kiss-swollen lips. He pulls your ass apart, slapping one cheek before slapping the other. Cumming deep inside of you; his balls throb and pulse. But your hips don’t stop, gently bouncing on his cock, greedy to continue feeding the fire raging through your body. Thighs twitch and moans bleed from your lips, he decorates your chest with prayers, calling out to you, his angel. Looking up at you, panting, eyes brimming with tears, Chifuyu smiles.

It makes your heart swell.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop,” he murmurs, flipping you over. Bending you over the couch he stands behind you, rubbing your sides softly before pulling you against him. Sheathing himself inside he whines, the bell on his collar jingles as he picks up speed. His pace speeds up, his breathing getting heavier as he thrusts into you. You both gasp as you reach the peak, your body trembling as he thrusts a few more times before collapsing on top of you. His arms wrap around you, keeping you close and safe.

You whine, grinding against his hips, “W-we gotta clean up…the others should be back soon~”

“Ayo WHAT THE FUCK?”

“I guess they're here already,” Chifuyu murmurs.

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