#the way it makes me cry HARDER every single time i watch it is fucking insane

[mwagneto]

finished rewatching rtd era. literally took me uhm. two and a half months. in fucking shambles rn

#also 1.5 months of that were just season 4 eps. they're so. hngh. #it took me this long coz i can only watch like 1 rtd ep a day 2 at most. they're all so hdhdhdhd;;;; yknow.. #the way it makes me cry HARDER every single time i watch it is fucking insane #like how am i getting WORSE. I've been watching it for like half my life at this point 😭 #most miserable little guy ever created... houghhhhhgfhfhf☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ #I've been putting this ep off coz i needed to watch it on a day where i had the #energy to spend an hour or two crying so hard i get nauseous but I've been busy and tired 24/7 for months #uni and work and friends taking precious time away from my REAL job (being insane abt some guy on my screen) #dw lb #doctor who

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: GETO

A/N: Suguru is a patient, kind, wonderful, completely out-of-his-mind-insane man. I just had to capture it on paper. (The Yuuta installment is up next, this one was just crawling out of me lol)

C/W: Voyeurism (the real Shibuya incident 🤭) Mature, 18+

Suguru should stop.

He really should fucking stop.

You two are friends. Innocent. Platonic. The very best of friends.

And yet, here he is. Watching a live feed of you walking through your apartment door.

Keys to the left.

Heels kicked off to the right. You’ll come back to those later.

He drapes the bath towel around his neck. Catching the last few almond water droplets from his thick, near waist length hair. He’ll be at your place later; he wouldn’t forgive himself if he was the reason you caught a cold.

And capital punishment for anyone who rouses a single strand of hair on your head.

6:38 PM. A little late today. But it’s a Wednesday and there’s a farmers market in the town square. You always stop for chocolate croissants too late on Wednesdays. The vendor leaves before you’re out of work.

There are four of them on low heat in his oven right now.

Because Suguru now knows the vendor on a first name basis. He’s paid him well over asking price to have 4 chocolate croissants (made 2 batches later than what he sells during the day) be delivered to his place every Wednesday.

Because you’re his friend.

His best friend. And he can’t stand the thought of you going a second without anything you want in this lifetime.

Oh fucking hell.

Your (his) favorite blazer is off. As is the demure mint silk button up that it was covering. Both now wistfully draped over the corner of the kitchen island. He finds the way you throw your things around haphazardly so adorable.

But that doesn’t matter right now.

Like clockwork, Suguru’s left hand drags down his sweatpants, just enough to let his overgrown, painfully hard cock free. It bounces well past his belly button, like a fresh wire spring.

And with cinematic timing, you lean over your kitchen island. In nothing but your lacy bra and snug little pencil shirt. Mindlessly catching up on your social media.

The way your plush, pouty rose lips hang slightly open. And your fucking perfect tits spill over the top of your slightly undersized bra. The lazy S curve from your petite shoulders…tapered down to your waist…back out to the swell of your hips.

“Fuck,” a king cobra hiss escapes his lips.

You’re dizzying. Utterly fucking intoxicating.

Suguru’s chest rises and falls. The pace of his hand around his cock crescendos. Almost angrily.

How could you do this to him?

You’re his best friend for fucks sake.

Precum slicks from his thick, blunt tip. Squelching around his knuckles.

Your back arches into a mini crescent moon. And Suguru might as well have swallowed a blow torch.

“Nnnhhgh fuck, g-god…so…” Sharp drags of air mix with his poorly choked down moans.

His hand grips harder. Hips now rutting up off his desk chair. Hungry. Needy. Imprecise pumps into the slick ring of his fingers. Chasing another high he so desperately wishes you could personally give.

Because the way he feels right now?

The sheer malevolence in his mind. The depravity. You trust him completely and he can’t trust himself with you at all.

Beautiful, enchanting girl.

You reduce him to a perverted, bird brained slave to his desires.

You make him want to violate you. To fuck a cock-shaped hole through the back of your skirt to your cervix.

He wants to pick you up and bounce you along all 10 inches of his length and watch himself bludgeon through to your stomach.

He wants to pin you down and use your pretty little throat as his personal cocksleeve. And watch you garble and cry and drool around his invading length while you struggle for air. And listen to the melodic sounds of you gasping and muffled around his dick when he makes you apologize.

Apologize for being so goddamn irresistible. For bringing this depraved shell of a human being out of him.

Electricity runs the length of his manhood. His breaths are jagged, tendrils of wavey hair matted to his forehead.

The sound of your ringtone slices through the static in his brain. Tethering him back out of his criminal spiral.

“H-hey, pretty.” Suguru forces his baritone to level out. Hand still stroking his length.

Your wispy, girly giggle almost finishes him instantly.

“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, Suguru! The trail of women in your wake hate me enough as it is.”

“Ha-I c-couldn’t care less.” Talking is harder than breathing for him.

You lean up from the counter and start twirling your hair in a way that makes him want to carve out another galaxy for you. Just for you. Anything for you.

“Movie night? I’ve been wanting to—“

“Yes.” Suguru is almost embarrassed at how quickly he cut you off. Like a fucking dog.

You laugh again and stroll to your refrigerator. He knows you’re lamenting the missed croissants. And he knows you know there’s a 99.99% chance he’s already gotten them for you. Because he is silly putty for you. He crumbles to stardust in your hands.

Because he’s your best friend.

“I got them.” Suguru rasps out. Hands moving so fast up his shaft, precum surging out his tip. He’s so close. So fucking—

“God I love you.”

And he snaps. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splay everywhere. Suguru draws metallic from his bottom lip, clenching down so hard not to give himself away.

You said it so innocently. So platonically. And it shifted his entire world on its axis.

His best fucking friend.

“Love you too, I’ll be there at 8.”

PART. II

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[ahegato]

[NSFW] Obey Me - MC begs him to fill them up

I’m sorrrrrryyy I’m really not I had to do this

m.list

TW: unprotected sex, creampie, swearing Characters: demon bros Writer: ahegato

note: basically, it’s the first time MC and him are having sex without protection (it’s of course assumed that both are safe in this case), and at the end, MC asks him to finish inside of them. I can't possibly be the only one into this kinda thing, so here y'all go!

LUCIFER:

“hm?”

he stops and pretends he didn’t hear you, just to make you say it again

as much as his animalistic urges tell him to immediately do it - to physically claim you as his - he also can’t just immediately give in

so he makes you beg even more for it

all while he has a smirk on his lips

you whine as you repeat it again 

“really now?” 

he stares you down, watching you wiggle to get some friction, as he’s still not moving

“yes... please, Lucifer...”

the demon chuckles, gently palming your face with his hand

then he suddenly begins to roughly thrust into you again, leaving you starstruck, eyes rolling up into your skull as you mumble his name

on his very last thrust before reaching his orgasm, he whispers “you’re mine” in your ear, sending you over the edge as well

I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to stay inside you for a while

during that time, he’s very affectionate and sweet, more than he usually is, basically drowning you in compliments and kisses

MAMMON:

starts to moan. like a lot

I mean he already was but it definitely got louder and more frequent

like imagine pornstar kind of moans

loud enough to possibly wake up Belphegor in the attic

his trembling knees nearly give in underneath him

he leans down until your noses are almost touching, whispering “i love you” over and over again between his moans

moans your name really loudly when he bottoms out in you, eyes rolling up into his skull as he fills you up

his arms are tightly wrapped around you, and he refuses to move his face currently buried in your neck

you rake your fingers through his hair as you ask him what he’s doing, and that’s when he lets out a sniffle

“i just love you so much” he cries, streams of happy tears running down his face

(post nut crying is surprisingly wholesome and it’s so fucking cute don’t @ me)

LEVIATHAN:

cums on the spot, letting out a whimper as he does so

mumbles incoherent words as he rides through his high

after finally calming down, he just kind of froze

you’re not sure if it’s because he realized what you asked for or because he accidentally finished without you

when it’s been about 10 seconds of complete silence, you start to genuinely get concerned

you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he bursts into a ramble where he profusely apologized, his face red as a tomato

won't look you in the eyes, burying his face into your chest

you try to reassure him that it’s okay and that you understand

…coyly adding that you’re just happy that you got what you wanted *wink wink*

he stares at you, his cheeks basically on fire at this point

guess who’s hard again 😏

SATAN:

slows his movement down

“oh? what was that? did my kitten just ask me to fill them up?”

you quickly nod, to which he leans down, feeling your shaky breath against his face

“who am I to refuse what you so desperately want?”

to which he speeds up again, rutting against you harder and faster, but also taking one of his hands down to stimulate you as well

as much as he desperately wants to release, he wants you to do so as well

won’t let himself finish until you’ve done it first

once you were pushed over the edge he couldn’t hold it back anymore, with your walls clenching around him, and he slams into you one last time before finally releasing

he will keep you in place until you’ve taken every single drop of him

ASMODEUS:

“mmm, of course. anything for you, my darling~”

I think he’d prefer the moment to be slow and deep rather than fast and hard, which usually isn’t the case

but you’re special to him, you’ve touched his heart in a way that no one else ever has

and he wants to show that through his actions

he wants to show that this is not him being the avatar of lust, this is him being absolutely infatuated by you

definitely holding at least one of your hands, the other most likely resting on one side of your face

he wants... no. he needs to see you

"look at me, sweetheart"

like Satan, he starts to touch you to bring you closer to the edge

he wants to finish together with you

the hand holding yours will tighten its grip as you both reach your climax, Asmodeus leaving moans and whines behind him as he does so

lusty boi is all about aftercare, so he brings you to the bathroom to shower off all the stickiness

then he'll snuggle with you in bed until you fall asleep

BEELZEBUB:

this boi has a breeding kink

so many people have mentioned it in their headcanons, and yeah I can kinda see it being true

“really? you really want it?” he asks with a look of surprise

once you confirm it, he wastes no time in speeding up his thrusts, gripping onto you even tighter from the pleasure

“I’m about to finish... I’m going to finish deep inside of you...” he huffs in your ear, “you’re going to be so full once I’m done”

you whine in response, moving into his thrusts to speed it up

with a deep guttural growl, he fills you up

...and I mean really fills you up 

the fluid quickly starts to seep out of you, even while he’s still inside

that’s how much we’re talking about here

he’ll probably change the position so you can snuggle, but he’ll stay inside for as long as you’ll let him

it might even lead to him getting hard again tbh

BELPHEGOR:

at first he doesn’t see it as a super big deal

like it’s definitely an exciting thing, but he’s not crazy about it like some of the others are

he’s still pretty pleased though

because that means there’ll be less for him to clean up

because it’s such a close and intimate thing

“you want it inside?” he whispers softly, and you quickly nod

speeding up his movements, he feels himself get close

he wasn’t prepared for it to feel this good, and he ends up being way louder than he thought

you guys are usually rather quiet, or at least he is

he's practically whining and moaning like a pornstar

it doesn’t take much more for him to get over the edge

“ah fuck MC, ” he moaned as he connected his hips with yours a few more times, letting out spurts of his cum as he did so

his orgasm lasts for way longer than usual, all he can do is let out a few whimpers from the sensation, gripping you tightly

someone definitely heard him

✦ written 06/2023 - 11/2023 ✦ posted 28/11/2023 ✦ ahegato ✦

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve got the tattoo the day they held the very small, very secret service for Eddie.

He knew he had to get it somewhere hidden, didn’t wanna answer questions, not even from Robin.

The E+S on his upper thigh was precious to him, all he had left of the promises they made to each other as children and again as teenagers.

Eddie was Steve’s, even if he wasn’t here, and Steve would always be Eddie’s, even if Eddie no longer knew.

But eventually, the end of summer came, and the kids wanted to have something normal. Normal for them was a pool party that ended in a sleepover, and Steve didn’t have much choice about making it happen.

He wanted them to have something normal.

So he got his bathing suit on, forgetting the tattoo was in a spot that might show in it, and tried to have fun with them.

Robin noticed and then Max noticed, and once he’d tried getting out of the explanation twice in a row, Dustin and Will noticed.

So he just explained that he lost a dare with Tommy years ago and that got them to stop asking.

But he found himself crying in the shower that evening, trying his best not to make any noise as sobs wracked his body and it got harder and harder to breathe.

The only thing that snapped him out of it was the knowledge that Eddie would want him to go back downstairs to be with the kids. He wouldn’t want to see Steve like this.

He kissed his fingertips and pressed them to his tattoo, just like he’d done every single day since he got it.

And then he went downstairs to be with the kids.

His one rule during sleepovers at his house was he still go to sleep in his own bed. Sometimes Robin would join him, but most of the time, he slept alone.

He couldn’t sleep.

He could feel the exhaustion deep in his bones, but every time he closed his eyes and tried to drift, he’d get an overwhelming feeling of being watched.

His eyes would open and he’d look around, confused and frustrated.

And nothing would be there.

Which was good, great even. He didn’t want there to be anyone or anything there. But he did want an explanation for this feeling.

He sat up in his bed and sighed.

Maybe he could-

Something was definitely in his bathroom. The door had been closed earlier, like it always was, and now it was halfway open.

The light was off.

Steve stood from his bed silently, crept to the bathroom with his nail bat raised, and considered what would happen if he died up here.

“That’s a depressing thought even for your melodramatics, sweetheart.”

Steve barely resisted screaming at Eddie’s voice.

“Oh god. I’ve finally fuckin’ lost it,” he said as he turned the bathroom light on.

“I dunno. You still got it, baby. Even if you lost some weight in your ass.”

Eddie, or something that looked and talked like Eddie, was sitting on the sink in the bathroom.

“I did like those little swim trunks, though. Hope you wear those again for me.”

“What the fuck.”

“You know, that’s exactly what I said when I woke up alive. Kinda thought I was dying. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t.”

Steve held his bat tighter.

“Eddie? How?”

Eddie hopped off the sink and stepped closer, slowly, so he wouldn’t scare Steve.

“Not sure. But it’s not the craziest thing that’s happened.” Eddie wanted to touch him, Steve could tell. His hands were clenching into fists to resist. “I know I’m not human, but I’m close enough, I think.”

“Close enough for what?”

“To love you.”

Steve dropped the bat and fell against Eddie, burying his face in his neck and breathing him in, not caring about the dirt or sweat or grime clinging to his skin.

It was Eddie, and he’d take him any way he could have him.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been trying to get back here for so long.” Eddie’s arms held him tight enough to bruise. “Won’t happen again, won’t leave you again.”

Steve’s sobs were loud, but trying to contain them physically pained him. He’d been in enough pain for months. He had to let these out.

He felt Eddie waving his hands behind him, but then heard Robin’s rambling and decided to turn.

“-and he’s been distraught for months but didn’t tell me anything and then I saw his tattoo earlier and I thought, well, must just be a joke you guys had. And then I was like, no, can’t be, because you barely spoke. Or at least I thought you did. Clearly I’m wrong. I’m super wrong. Wrongest I’ve ever been maybe.”

“Robs.” Steve’s choked voice silenced her. “You know how I told you to go for it with Nancy because I really didn’t have feelings for her?”

“I don’t see how this is relevant, but yeah.”

“She protected me, both of us, really, so we could be together. Offered to pretend to date me so no one would get suspicious.”

“Steve. Steve Harrington. You had a beard?”

Eddie snorted. “I know you said she was funny, but I’m pretty she’s my second favorite human now.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’ve been with Eddie for forever. I mean, since we were kids practically.”

Robin was silent. A rare thing for her.

“Robin?”

“Sorry, just taking this in.”

“Yeah, Eddie being alive is a lot-“

“Not that. That is gonna come a lot later once I stop and think about the fact that he’s some kind of zombie.” Robin leaned against the doorway. “The fact that I came out to my best friend and he didn’t return the favor. That is queer code, Steve.”

Eddie laughed, and Steve let out another sob. He’d missed him so much, missed his laugh, his arms around him, his heartbeat-

“Eds. Eddie.” Steve lifted his head and pressed both hands to his chest. “You-“

“Ah. So I don’t seem to have a heartbeat anymore. As far as I can tell, I did actually die.” Eddie shrugged as if this news wasn’t absolutely insane. “So my best guess is vampire since I prefer blood to brains. But I can get by without it for a pretty long time.”

“How long?”

“Well, I haven’t had any since the day I woke up. Which is a few months according to your calendar.”

Robin held her hands up. “I’m going. Good luck. The kids are gonna flip.”

“Do not tell them. Not yet.”

Steve needed tonight, needed to have Eddie to himself before everyone else stole it for a while. He wanted to be selfish for the first time in a very long time. He knew Robin would understand.

“Sure thing. But you’re gonna have to be quiet. You’re lucky none of them heard you crying.”

Steve nodded and curled back into Eddie, placing a kiss against his neck.

“Glad you’re back Eddie,” she said as she left.

“I need a shower,” Eddie said. “Think it’ll wake the kids?”

“Nah. They slept through a tree falling in the yard last month during a storm. Just need to be quick,” Steve pulled away to start grabbing what he’d need for a shower, but Eddie pulled him back on, running his nose along his neck and sending chills down his spine.

“You wanna join me?” He asked.

“Of course I do. But we won’t be quick if I join you,” Steve smiled.

A real smile. One he realized he hadn’t had on his face since spring break.

“You wanna wait in bed for me, then?” Eddie beamed back at him.

“Can I stay in here? I don’t-“ Steve sighed. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

Eddie’s smile softened into something endeared. “Yeah, sweetheart. You can stay. Talk to me. Tell me what I missed.”

Steve told him about everything he could while he showered away the Upside Down grime, watching his shadow behind the glass door of the shower to make sure it never disappeared.

They made sure the bedroom door was locked before crawling into bed together, Steve laying on top of Eddie like he always did before.

He was heavier, but Eddie never cared.

Steve slept so long, Eddie had no choice but to go downstairs in the morning so no one would wake him up.

The chaos that ensued was nothing short of overwhelming, but Eddie didn’t mind.

He was happy to back with all the kids, even if they asked incredibly inappropriate questions about his body to find out what he was.

When Steve finally came down, he was still half asleep and barely registered the open-mouth stares of everyone as he came up to Eddie and rested his head on his chest, wrapped his arms around his waist.

Eddie smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning, baby.”

“Sunshine?!” Dustin yelled.

“Baby?!” Mike yelled louder.

“Make them go away,” Steve sighed against his neck.

“You don’t wanna explain?” Eddie asked him, half joking.

“Not today. Scare them or something.”

“You think Eddie can scare us? We’ve all almost died!” Lucas said.

“Fine. Eddie and I are together, have been forever. The tattoo on me is our initials. Get out of my house.”

The kids just stared at them in silence until Steve finally turned from Eddie and put his hands on his hips.

“I wasn’t asking. Get out.”

The kids scrambled to leave, making promises (threats) to come back soon.

Robin waved as she walked out with them, throwing them both a wink and knowing smile.

“So how long do you think we have until they come back?” Eddie asked, rocking them back and forth gently.

“Few hours maybe.”

“I can do a lot in a few hours,” Eddie nipped at Steve’s ear, making him shiver and laugh.

“You got super strength with your new life?” Steve grinned at him.

“I wouldn’t call it super, but I could definitely carry you back to bed.”

Steve jumped up and wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist, arms around his neck.

“Carry me to bed, then, Eds.”

“Anything your heart desires, Stevie.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #drabble #temporary character death #happy ending #vampire eddie munson

[navybrat817]

I need Bucky to blow my back out. 😮‍💨

Don't we all, nonnie?

You Asked for It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 700 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: We'll call this a Wet Wednesday blurb.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“I’d be better if Bucky blew my back out. How are you?”

You’re certain he doesn’t hear you say that in passing to Natasha after she asks how you’re doing, but super soldier hearing and whatnot. He smirks when he repeats the words in his head. The Sergeant may be an old man, but he isn’t that out of touch. He knows enough that you need him to pound your pussy and fill you to the brim. Fuck you so hard and so good that you won’t be able to close your legs or walk by the time he’s done with you.

Dirty girl.

He takes it as a compliment that you need his cock to have a better day and he’s more than happy to take advantage of that. And why wouldn’t you want him? You both know you have a greedy cunt and find any excuse under the sun for him to be inside you, your body always wet and ready even when he doesn’t stretch you out.

Not that he’s complaining. He’s shocked he doesn’t have a permanent hard-on with you around. Your pussy is the gateway to heaven, miliking him for all he’s worth. Because isn’t it a form of worship to paint your wet and quivering walls with his seed?

So later once he has you in his bed where you belong, he spends a minute just looking at your twitching hole as he spreads your glistening folds. His cock throbs and he doesn’t waste time making you beg. Instead of splitting you open the way he wants to, he slowly and deliberately slides into you inch by inch. You welcome him home with whimpers and sighs.

He wants to fuck you until you cry how much you love him.

But he doesn’t move once his hips are flush with yours, giving you a smirk at your dazed and confused stare.

“You know,” he begins, tracing a wet finger along your cheek as you try to wiggle your hips. “If you wanted me to pound your sweet little pussy so bad, all you had to do was say so.”

You narrow your eyes and purposely clench around him, almost hard enough to make him throw his head back. “Then do it, Barnes.”

He feels all too smug when he pulls out and thrusts back in with enough force to make you jerk underneath him. “Should’ve put that pretty mouth of yours to good use first, but we have time for that later.”

For now, he gets to work.

It’s like time stands still when he pins you down and makes you take every single thrust. He can’t help but lean down to bite your bottom lip, wanting you lost in pleasure. “So fucking wet. Making a mess all over me. Fuck, you take me so well,” he praises, his gaze leaving your face only for a moment to watch your tits move.

Yeah, I'm fucking those later.

“Please,” you moan, trying to raise your hips to meet his. “Fuck me.”

“I am fucking you,” he groans, plunging himself deeper.

“Harder,” you beg.

You asked for it.

Minutes may pass. Maybe hours. But broken moans leave your lips as your pussy keeps opening up and taking Bucky in. Just like it was made to.

“Fuck, baby, I almost forgot what a slut you are for my dick,” he grunts before your eyes flash. You’re not quite cock drunk yet and he only chuckles when he thrusts harder, making your pretty eyes roll back. “Not just a slut. My slut.”

“Your slut,” you moan.

He glances down and watches how you swallow every inch of him. “Fuck yeah, you are. And you’re gonna take every fucking drop of me after you come,” he grunts. That has you moaning before he even gets a thumb on your clit, rubbing it in circles just the way you like it. He knows you’re on the verge of a powerful orgasm and wants it to consume you. “Come. Don’t you fucking hold back.”

He feels your release coat his cock as you scream his name, almost triggering his own as he tells you what a good fucking girl you are. But he’s not done yet. Not by a long shot.

He’ll blow your back out before the night is over.

And if you’re lucky, he’ll put a baby in you, too.

Um. Sorry? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[crushmeeren]

Everyone involved in this is aged up/18+, if that bothers you—move on or block me lmao

Men who live for the opportunity to fuck you from behind. Not because they don’t want to watch your pretty features twist in pleasure. Or because they don’t want to see your eyes widen in surprise, or the base of your skull digging into the pillow when their cocks hit it just right.

No, it’s because they’ve mastered fucking you in this position—almost like a finely tuned skill. It is after all, the best way to get your head high up in the clouds. Guaranteed to make your pussy love them, to drool obscenely for them.

However, they’d be remiss not to mention it soothes the deepest, most repressed & possessive urges they have to fuck you like a dog. Your chest, your face shoved suffocatingly into the mattress. Of course your ass is in the air,—god there’s nothing like it.

Their cocks throb & twitch repeatedly while they study the way your spine curves. How your sweet fingers fist the sheets. Back tensing up like a cramped muscle. But, they hold out on cumming. There’s no way they’re gonna end it this quickly—fuck no, they want to watch their cocks disappear into you for as long as they can drag it out.

They pay attention as you snake one hand under yourself to play with your clit, rubbing tight circles desperately until your pussy starts to flutter. Hugging their cocks in an overwhelmingly slick warmth when you help yourself cum.

Right after this is when they really start to fuck you, palms pressing into your lower back, threatening to snap your spine. They put their strength to use, thrusting even harder.

Bullying your g-spot until your throat feels raw from moaning their name. Until you’re shoving your overheated face into the sheets, a palm braced on the wall in front of you so you don’t get a concussion.

They keep going until you cry out you can’t take it, till you’re both slick with sweat but even still they make you cum at least one more time—despite your pleas.

Their voice is low, intimidating & enticing all at once when they speak next— replacing your brain with cotton

“c’mon, give me another pretty girl—just do what I say & I’ll give your pretty pussy a treat, promise”

It’s with terrifying ease that they make this last orgasm count. Just to make you squirt of course. Waiting until your entire being has gone taught for at least a few seconds while you cum. Pulling out quickly & watching you squirt onto the sheets below as they paint your ass white.

These men can play your body like a damn fiddle every single time—especially hitting it from behind. They leave you a panting, sweaty heap on the bed always—they fucking live for it.

EREN, levi, BAKUGOU, kirishima, GOJO, zoro, hawks, SANEMI, KUROO, benimaru + any of your faves!

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[wanders-in-wonderland]

The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

#nsft concept #overstim kink #cl1t torture #dark fantasy #mind break #rap3 fantasy #edging kink #kidnap fantasy

[dollwritesarchive]

okay, I like to think knowing that Bachira is an energetic boy, he would love to ram inside of you with a chaotic speed. or, just atleast let you grind on his thigh at a fast pace.

other then that, I love your blogs! You have been a big inspo to me, love it :))

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, bachira likes it rough, titty slapping, playful degradation, suggested cnc, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ give it up for my very first bachira blurb! do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

he always loved to pretzel you, to use you up until you had not even an ounce of energy left to grab on to his shoulders. he didn’t even want you coherent enough to cry his name; Bachira loved that glassy, far away look in your eyes when he’d fucked the thoughts right out of your head.

and how did he do that?

by pushing your limits, of course.

“Ba— chi— ra—!” you were panting, eyes rolling back behind your lids. “Slow! Slow down!” his pace was brutal; so fast that you could hardly keep track of the sound of his body slamming into yours. when did one slap end and the next begin? you couldn’t even be sure. your insides were churning, walls fluttering spastically, trying to grip him, wanting to savor the sensation of his depth, but he wasn’t slowing down. not even when you begged. not even for a moment.

“Now why would I do that?” he croons, pressing you into the wall harder as if to remind you who was really in charge here. with your leg stretched between your bodies, your ankle draped over his shoulder, it was difficult to keep your balance on one foot, with your knee threatening to buckle from the sheer force of pleasure he bullied into you. so, you were grateful that he was pinning you to that wall, even if his tight fist grasping your hair at the roots of your crown was stinging, even if he could fuck you stupid from this position, and you could do nothing to stop him, at least you knew he wouldn’t let you fall. “When you squeeze me so tight when I pound ya just like this?”

you mewl, helplessly, when he grasps a handful of your bare breast and squeezes, so you roll your head on your shoulders and peer up at him with puppy eyes, gripping his wrist. you tried to push yourself up on to your tippy toes to ease the pounding, “I— can’t take it—“ but Bachira was grinning ear to ear, sweat trickling down in glimmering streams against his countenance. “‘S too much!”

“You’re always so whiny, and every single time I make this pretty pussy take it. Do you ever learn, baby, or do you just like to beg me all pathetic and watch me break you, anyways?” his breathing is ragged, swatting at your breasts to watch them bounce, and he guides your head back, closer to his, by the vice on your scalp, like an animal’s reins, and you submit with an undeniably happy whine, pressing the back of your head against his collarbone. “You like it when I’m mean to you too much, yeah? Gets you wet when I tell you no?” staring up at him, you shake your head, but you’re trying not to smile, breathless and weak and unsure if you actually could hold out this time, but your sex tightens around him, and he has his answer. “You don’t want me to stop,” he breathes out, falling against you and nipping at your cheek and jaw, leaving a trail of happy lovebites and his spit on your skin, his hips smacking against yours at such speed and velocity that you reach forward and try to hold on to the wall, squealing with sordid delight and awe, “you’d so much rather I fuck it like I stole it, and you’re such a lucky slut— because that’s my favorite way.”

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[anchoeritic]

♥︎ — DOUBLE PERSPECTIVE OF YOU

MIGUEL O'HARA + FEM!READER

SYNOPSIS: miguel finds a better use for the mirror sat in front of your bed and makes sure you know of his new discovery.

WARNING: eighteen content only, minors do not interact. vaginal penetration, overstimulation, intercourse in front of a mirror, praise kink, use of feminine terms (girl, princess, etc.)

MIGUEL O'HARA with his hand pressed to the base of your spine, letting out a hiss as you rolled your hips back onto him. his cock slipped in and out of you with every smooth, slow stroke, only sliding into your cunt deeper by the last.

he was amazed by how much of him you could take in one night, surprised that you insisted to play on for more than a round. your drive was just as hard as his. if not, even better.

"f-fuuuck.. you treat me s'good." his voice was raspy. his hand gripped your hip tighter, his other pressing down harder onto your spine to make you arch even lower. "all tight 'nd warm for me. love this pussy s'much."

now, he was the one to start stuttering. after making you finish one too many times, it's only fair to help him out, right? miguel believes in pleasuring his partner first and foremost, until you've had enough, of course.. but where's the relief for his sudden ache when he needs it. it's you.

"look at yourself, baby. look at me when i fuck you." the mirror in front of your sweaty bodies almost pushed him over the edge: watching down on you while you gripped onto the sheets, face deep between the mounds of pillows, you looked fucked out and he loved it. not to mention, how your ass would grind onto his front.

your moans could barely be heard from between the cushions, his hand gripping at the back of your neck and pushing you deeper into it. you probably wouldn’t even be able to hear it with your head up, miguel’s groans were much louder.

the increased volume of his whines sent a shiver down your spine, your body succumbing to the way your name fell from his lips so delicately yet so dirty at the same exact time.

“i said, look up.” sliding his hand further down, it wrapped itself around your throat tightly in a single firm grab and pulled to make your back arch perfectly. “there we go, mama. that’s it, that’s my girl.”

a throaty cry fell from your lips once you felt yourself lift off from the pillow, sucking in a heavy breath of air finally. his cock never stopped rocking into you, the speed of his hips only growing faster as you struggled to keep yourself up.

“look at how pretty you look. all wet, all messy.”

the light shining through the curtains didn’t help your vision as your eyes slowly became accustomed to the dimly lit sight happening right in front of you; the two of you in the mirror.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman smut #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse

[hobies-gf]

Oh god oh fuck okay no anon option so we die like warriors. You said any hobie ideas so I'm going for it fuck it Witness me. (This is nsfw so if that isn't what you wanted feel free to delete this before you read further )

Hobie who loves to make you feel like his girl, just doting and constantly trying to please you, He just loves watching you take him and listening to you beg for him, it makes him feel so needed and it just makes him fuck you harder. He loves stretching you on him, loves making you gasp about how it won't fit, then making it fit anyways.

And he's the literal god of aftercare too. I mean carrying you to the bath after he's done cuddling you type beat.

(sorry again if this isn't what you wanted to read sorry sorry sorry)

oh i love this so much <3 im a firm believer that hobie is a borderline service top. dont get me wrong, he'll always be the dominant one in any scenario, but he just loves to please you. he fucking lives for it.

he gets so pussy drunk, whether he's eating you out or fucking you on his cock, he goes wild. Your moans and whines egg him on and he's a fucking talker. "feels so fuckin' good f'me baby, ya like that? Shit I like it too baby, feels amazing, pussy made for me, she can't let me go. fuck- fuck yeah, i'll come inside don't worry."

he's borderline babbling nonsense at this point, getting off on the way you squeeze him at his lewd words. Despite feeling so good he might pass out he loves to keep his eyes on you. he honestly looks crazy the way his eyes run over every single part of you when he pushes his cock in for the first time that day. but he can't help it the way his dick just hardens even more when you cry about his size. "I'll make it fit sweet thing, no worries about that." and when his hips are finally flush with you, he'll let out a long, guttural groan. "see? Told ya it'll fit, y'can even see me poking out."

he'll fuck you for as long as you want him to, doesn't matter if his dick is hurting or if he's so sensitive that hes shaking so hard on top of you, he'll make his girl the happiest she could ever want. and when its all over, hobie will kiss you in the sweetest way. brushing your hair out of your face before he gives you a quick peck on the forehead. he'll go off and get you some water and a towel, or if you really want he'll even help you take shower. <3

#hobie x reader #hobie smut #hobie brown smut

[moongreenlight]

Ok I’m in the middle of doing four thousand things at once right now but I am personally having some thoughts about Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick that is forcing me to pause everything.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

He is so unbelievably obsessed with your pleasure. Obsessed with your sweet cunt and the way it reacts to him and his touch.

Literally cannot get off from head unless you’re 69ing because he needs to know that he’s making you feel good too. The combination of you mewling and gagging around his cock and the way you clench around his fingers when you come is guaranteed to get him to reach his high every time.

He honestly doesn’t even need to bury his cock in you. He can get himself off laying in bed with his head buried between your legs. Grinding against the sheets. Feeling you buck your hips against the tip of his tongue.

OBSESSED with giving you head. Daydreams about it. It’s all he fucking thinks about. And he’s SOOOOOO good at it. Takes time to watch the porn that you like so he can try to replicate some parts of it. Memorizes all the things you like and dislike. Incredibly attentive to all your tells. Is also SO coachable. Like he listens to directions for a living. A little to the left? Faster? Slower? Harder? Softer? Anything you want followed to a T.

He’s a pillow princess enabler. Buys you silk pillowcases and sheets and builds you a little nest in the bed before he settles in for the night. Rotating between licking at your pussy and fucking into you ruthlessly. Wouldn’t dream of asking you to get on top because god knows he tires you out enough as it is and he wouldn’t want to risk you needing to take a break or end things before he was properly done with you. Routine pauses to make sure you drink water. Feeds you sweets and cut up fruit or granola to keep your energy up because he’s so thoughtful.

Pleasure dom for sure. Practically demands that you send him videos of you touching yourself when you’re away from him on holiday or when he’s at work. Begs to see a picture up your skirt of your soaked panties after he’s spent your entire lunch break guiding you over the phone through multiple orgasms in your car. Insisting it will help you focus throughout the rest of your day.

He also definitely takes videos of you with your permission. Buys a tripod and everything. Zooms in close on your cunt so that he doesn’t miss a single detail. Takes hours and hours to lick at your clit in slow, measured strokes. Or he has you prop yourself up doggy style so he can pump a few fingers in you. Watching the way your sweet cunt drools and clenched and twitched around him. And he’ll go at it for HOURS. I mean it. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you can’t stay up anymore. Can’t keep your legs from shaking. The breeze from the AC kicking on sends you screaming into your pillow because you’re so sensitive without him even touching your clit. At that point he’ll flip you over his knee and keep at it until you’re screaming and crying and physically cannot produce another orgasm. He’ll pout his lip a little even though his fingers have gone pruny from being buried in you so long, but he’ll be so gentile when he rolls you onto the bed and tucks you in. Rubs your back and massages your scalp until you fall asleep. Cooing into your neck about how well you did for him. How good you are. How much he loves making you feel good. Makes him feel good too.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz mw2 #gaz x reader #kyle gaz smut #gaz smut #Kyle Gaz Garrick smut

[3rachaslut]

HIIII YOURE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVS WRITTERS HERE AND you legit never disappoint with your writtings like hello??? URE SO TALENTEN MWAH!!! I was thinking

Maybe if you could like,,write hard dom leeknow x bratty sub fem reader but with a plot being like; we got into an argument with leeknow and we talked back this time, and he actually got super mad and then it leads to an aggressive sex?? Yk..like us begging him to stop but he actually fucks us harder each time we beg him.. HAHSJWKSNQKSK THANK U

ACTUAL BRAIN ROT OMG. mean lee know has me on my knees KASJDKEJB. i hope i did your ask justice!

warning: SMUT MINORS DNI!!! possessive behaviour, choking, humiliation kinda, degradation, pet names (slut, whore, little girl etc) DUB CON but consensual !!!, fingering, squirting, PIV sex, unprotected sex (don’t be fucking stupid) i think that’s it?

“I wasn’t fucking flirting with him Lee Know! What, I can’t even talk to my friends anymore?” You spit harshly at your boyfriend, his possessiveness getting the best of him yet again.

“You might as well have been grinding Hyunjin's fucking thigh in front of me y/n!” Lee Know bit back, anger lacing every. single. word. coming out of his mouth. He turned away from you with an exasperated sigh and you smirked at the anticipation of his reply to your next statement…

“Yeah.” You scoff. “Maybe I should have. Maybe he would know how to please a woman.” Silence. The tension in the air was so thick, you could effortlessly cut through it. Lee Know turned round to face you, his eyebrows furrowed and a threatening look crept its way onto his face. Your brave bravado instantly faltering as you shuffle on your feet as Lee Know strides closer and closer to you.

“I beg your pardon?” he says, now only inches away from you. Regret washes over you like a tsunami and you wish you would have just kept your mouth closed. “What did you just say?”

“I said..” you stutter, still trying to maintain the faux confidence you once convincingly had. “Maybe Hyunjin would know how to please a wo-“ Before you even had a chance to repeat yourself fully, a hand was swiftly wrapped around your throat, pressing firmly into the sides of your neck, preventing you from fully replying to his question. You gasp at the sudden lack of oxygen.

“Oh, little girl..” Lee Know tilts his head, mockingly. “You better watch that fucking mouth or I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll wish you never opened it princess. Got it?” His piercing eyes burning into you told you he wasn’t kidding and you only grew more and more lustful at each word.

“You won’t” you croak out through strained breaths, eyes locked on his. Lee Know raises his eyebrows and the smirk on his face told you that you were in. for. it. He practically manhandles you into your shared bedroom, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and whipping it off you. He throws you onto the bed, towering over you tauntingly and fear instantly washes over you.

“Such a beautiful girl…” He says, hands finding your pants and ripping them down your legs. “But still so fucking stupid” He says, feigning disappointment as he shakes his head at your naked body underneath him. His fingers run playfully through your bare cunt, teasing your clit in such a way that he wasn’t attempting to pleasure you, rather in a manner of ‘seeing what he has to work with’. It was as if he was deciding if your pussy was worth his time and the humiliation of it making your pussy wetter. He swiftly shoves two fingers into you and you let out a strangled cry at the intrusion, a harsh slap to your inner thigh following your moans. “Stop whining, you can take two fingers up your little cunt." He scoffs. "So wet.. such a slut” Lee Know says as he makes his way upwards so you were face to face with your boyfriend, a look in his eyes that said he was hungry to punish you. His fingers began to speed up inside of you, curling them against your sweet spot and the tears threatening to leave your eyes were hindering your vision.

“God, listen to your fucking pussy, squelching like a fucking whore.” He torments. “I think you forget this is supposed to be a punishment tsk. You fucking love this don’t you? Love being treated like nothing but a whore don’t you, yeah?” He says and you whine in response, his words sending ungodly waves of pleasure straight to your pussy. Unsatisfied with your reply, a harsh slap was landed on your cheek and Lee Know grips your chin between his hand, forcing you to look at him. “Fucking, answer me y/n”

“Yes sir! Fuck!-“ You scrunch your eyes closed, your face contorting from the overwhelming pleasure your pussy was being forced to receive.

“Fucking whore." He tuts. "Look at me." You reluctantly open your eyes and see his evil glare looking back at you. You had received 'punishments' off of Lee Know in the past but something about his demeanour told you that this time, he wasn't going to go so easy on you. He shoves you legs upwards, your knees on either side of your head and the new position allowed his fingers to dive deeper inside of you. Tears begin to fall from your eyes at the angle he was hitting your sweet spot at, hurting slightly due to the relentless thrusting of his fingers inside you.

"Sir.. ah- hurts" you mewl. He harshly pulls his fingers out from inside of you and you let out a jagged breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Aww, it hurts baby?" Lee Know mocks, tilting his head to the side and looking down at you, a wicked smirk plastered over his face. He gets up from the bed and swiftly takes off his pants and boxers, discarding them elsewhere and assuming his previous position on top of you. "If my fingers hurt you baby girl, you better pray to god that you make me cum quickly or this is gonna be a longgg punishment for you doll." He says, his tormenting words making you huff out a sigh of defeat. He teasingly rubs the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit and you let out a whimper, Lee Know smiling at the mess he's made of you. He bottoms out at the first thrust into you and you throw your head back, a mixture of pleasure and pain flooding your senses all at once and the familiar floating feeling of sub space washes over you.

"M- minho, 'm sorry, didn't mean it, hurts.." you babble out as his thrusts begin to speed up inside of you, your body jolting at each thrust and your chest heaving up and down from the uncontrollable sobs you were letting out. His dick was thrusting into you so hard and so fast that you could see his bulge in your stomach.

"Moan his name slut, do it" He dares you, the fierce look in his eyes making you feel so small underneath him.

"W-what?" You respond as best as your vocal chords will let you, unsure if you heard him correctly.

"Moan for Hyunjin baby doll. Close your eyes and moan for him" He leans down to grab your chin. "Do. it."

You unwillingly submit to his request, feeling more timid than ever before. Every part of moaning another mans name during sex with your boyfriend felt totally foreign and wrong. However right now, you realised it was probably best to do what you were told.

"Hy- Hyunjin.." You whisper, almost inaudibly and his thrusts begin to speed up rapidly. The sound of his skin slapping skin filling the room and you let out a loud "AH" every time he slams into you.

"Louder." He demands and again you reluctantly comply.

"Hyunjin! Fuck- AH!" You practically shout this time, "Please.. slow down ah- hurts." You beg, the knot in your stomach threatening to break any minute. "Gonna.. AH" you scream as you come undone, squirting all over Lee Knows cock inside you. His thrusts never slow down, hitting your sensitive sweet spot over and over again and you scream out.

"Such a messy girl" He chuckles.

"Please.." You beg, however, unsure of what you were begging for at this point.

"That's it doll, you just keep begging whilst I cum inside of you ah!-" He growls as he releases inside of you, kissing your face as he comes down from his high. The sound of his kisses ringing in your ears bringing you back to reality.

"Are you okay baby girl. Wasn't too rough was I?" he says as he manoeuvres you into his arms, laying you both down on the bed.

"A little bit but it felt really nice." you giggle at him, pecking his lips and he smiled back at you. "Maybe I should 'flirt' with your friends more often.."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #lee know smut #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n

[jaylaxies]

what are your hard thoughts on a Jock!Jeno x cheerleader! reader x Jock!jaemin scenario?

jeno and jaemin are as cocky as the jocks get and they have all the reason to be that way, they’ve got it all—looks, body, brain and of course, the perfect strategy to win every single match they play. they’re always together like the flocks of a feather. when you come to their university as the freshman, their junior and also join the cheerleading team, jeno can’t help but notice you jumping around in the little outfit, cheering for them with the widest smile on your face.

he thinks that you deserve a reward for being so good at your job, getting everyone jealous when he approaches you, asking for your number—something he never does in the usual setting, but that’s when jaemin notices you for the first time too, your pretty eyes, body, and your glossed lips, smirking with his tongue pushed inside his cheek. he gets exactly why jeno wants you, and that’s why he wants you too. “the louder you cheer for me, the harder i’ll fuck you,” jeno promises, and jaemin only watches the exchange from afar.

“settling for a girl? that’s so unlike you, jeno lee,” jaemin smiles teasingly and jeno laughs, “don’t think i haven’t noticed you staring at her too,” jeno pointed out, and jaemin only shrugged, “can’t blame me, she’s pretty,” he said, causing jeno to smile lazily, “wanna share? split her cunt with our cocks?” he suggests and jaemin’s eyes shine with amusement as he never actually indulged in a threesome before, yet he wasn’t the one to give up on such offer, especially when his eyes travelled back to you and your tits that bounced with your movements.

as expected, the boys ended up winning the game, winking your way and giving up the celebratory party for the very first time, only to take you back to their shared apartment, jeno kissing you fervently the second you stepped in while jaemin watched till you got to the bed, taking over and kissing you all over your body, not caring for your outfit and his strong hands ripped them in two, making you gasp, “so fucking pretty,” you whine as jaemin worked on your cunt, his soft lips on your folds while jeno bit and marked your tits.

your eyes widen dd watching how big their cocks were, they surely wouldn’t fit in, “gonna take us both, yeah? such a good girl, just a little more,” jeno whispered when you started crying, gasping for air when he pushed his thick cock inside your cunt, jaemin making sure to not let you breathe as he shoved his length inside the warmth of your mouth, fucking you together but not telling you reach your climax, simply because they wanted it when they both had their cocks inside you. it felt as if your pussy was being ripped apart yet it felt so good as you cried freely, both their cocks occupying your hole, not fitting properly but making you go crazy enough to squirt all over, making them go even more feral.

you were their new play toy now.

#🤍 — acescavern! #nct smut #nct dream smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut

[gothlcsan]

TXT ; THEIR KINKS

PARING idol!txt , reader (gender unspecified)

GENRE 18+ smut

SYNOPSIS txt and the kinks i associate with them

WORD COUNT 590

WARNINGS pet play, oral (reader receiving), dubcon, taehyun!panty sniffer/stealer, usage of pet names, very perverted…, stalker!kai, thigh jobs, dacryphilia

♫ somebody - keshi

a/n day seven of kinktober, not proofread! these are kinks i associate with the members and the ideas make me 😵‍💫 hehe if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging!

soobin painfully obssessed with oral. he cannot go a second without thinking about going down on you. you’ll come over to spend the night with your boyfriend and end up with his head between your thighs pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until your eyes roll back into your skull and you’re drooling down your chin. he loves to wake you up with his head promptly back in between your thighs, love marks already scattered across the soft flesh as he swirls his tongue so perfectly making you tremble under his hands that held you up to his mouth via your ass. soobin loving the way you cum in his mouth or on his face, not stopping to test your endurance making you practically ride his face through the aftershocks.

taehyun is such a perv!!! loves to come into your room when you’re not home, digging into your hamper and finding already worn underwear, climbing into your bed! he’ll drown himself in your scent, underwear pressed firmly against his face as he jerks himself off to it. despite being together for a few years now he still gets off on the idea of you not knowing this habit of his, loving the confusion on your face when you complain to him that you’ve misplaced another pair of underwear not knowing it was stuffed in your boyfriend’s pocket the entire time.

yeonjun he’s so so so cute. most people assume he’s the dominant one if your two’s relationship not know he likes to be dressed up as your bunny, his moans flowing out like honey when you thrust into him so nicely. his eyes wet as you wrap your hand around the base of his throat, holding him in place, groaning that he was so good for you. he loves being told he’s such a good boy, shivering when you do so, so pretty and so sensitive, gentle pressure against his nipples making him cum all over. prettiest sounds ever.

beomgyu loves, i mean is absolutely obsessed with crying to get his way. he knows you’re into seeing him cry, his begging to fuck you making your body tingle with excitement every time. he’ll watch you strip in front of him but he’s not allowed to touch neither you or himself, his cock hard against his abdomen dark red and leaking. beomgyu will start to cry begging to fuck you, sobbing harder when you allow him to rut in between your thighs, the fabric of your tights feeling so good against his aching cock. :( he’ll cum so much, dirtying your shoes not even having to ask him as he quickly cleans up the mess with his tongue, cooing how good he is before kissing him all over.

kamal plushie lover who loves to buy plushies for his lover. however, unbeknownst to you, there’s cameras in every single one. you’ve found it so endearing that he buys you plushies, always helping you place them around your bedroom calling him a neat freak as he fixes them so none of them block one another. now, a cute habit was a coverup for something more perverted, kai in the car on the way to schedules, watching you through the camera app, smirking as he watches you get undressed. some days he’ll watch you touch yourself through the cameras, replying with, “i know baby, i know,” when you text him you need him so badly. you not knowing that typical answer being far from a phrase, him seeing and knowing exactly what you meant.

#gothlcsan #smut #kinktober #kpop smut #txt #txt smau #txt smut #sub yeonjun #sub beomgyu #txt x y/n #txt x reader

[ca4dy]

imagine shared breeding kink with Denji…

You guys have both never even thought of having children until recently. Being so busy devil hunting he can’t hold himself back when you two finally get alone. So when he gets his week off work you two go at it like animals.

"I... I need..." His voice is barely audible over the sound of their hard breaths together.

"I need to be inside you." He growls, his eyes wild and filled with a hunger he doesn't understand.

With one swift move, he flips them over, pinning her down beneath him. His cock, hard as steel, juts out between them, shining with pre-cum like a beacon in the darkness.

"Take me," He grunts, "take everything I am."

Feeling him enter your pussy. Your eyes fill with tears momentarily from the sting but You don’t stop him. Instead opting to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuck!" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

He thrusts into you, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. His body shudders with every movement, his skin tingling with electricity from head to toe.

"I... I'm gonna come," He growls, his eyes locked on hers as he watches her face contort with pleasure and pain.

"I want you to feel this..." And with that, he slams inside one final time before collapsing onto you, both bodies trembling together in the aftermath of their union.

You blink up at him staring at him dreamily. He’s barely catching his breath before he starts moving inside you again.

"Fuck..." He gasps, his eyes widening as he looks at your inviting smile. He positions himself between your shaky legs once more, ready to claim her again and again until there are no drops left in him for her to take. He doesn't waste any time. With a single thrust, he plunges into you once more, their bodies connecting with an urgent need that refuses to be sated.

"I... I want you," He growls, his voice hoarse and filled with desire, "I want every part of you."

And with each stroke, he claims her again, filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony until they reach the peak of their passion once more. You wrapped your legs around Denji further trapping him inside as he prepared to paint your insides once more. He follows the lead, thrusting faster and harder than before, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythmic dance of lust.

"Y/n... I'm close," He gasps out, his voice breaking with the intensity of their lovemaking.

And with one final cry, he releases himself inside, filling her completely as they both reach their climax together. You wailed from the pain and pleasure of overstimulation still wanting more.

Eyes rolling and toes curling further you go limp under him.

He groans, his breath hot against her neck as he comes inside her. He pulls out of your beat up pussy slowly, bodies still connected by a thin thread of cum.

Without hesitation, he lowers his head and begins to clean her up, lapping at her sensitive folds with the same hunger that had consumed him moments ago.

"I... I love you," He whispers between licks, his tongue tracing every curve and crevice of her most intimate parts.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"Oh FUCK! I love you more than ANYTHING!" You nearly scream at the sensations he’s continuously giving you.

He continues his slow, tender assault on her most sensitive spots, each lick and suck drawing out another cry from her lips.

"I want... I want to make sure you're clean," He murmurs against her skin, his voice filled with a tenderness that leaves her breathless.

"And when we have our kids... I promise I'll be there for every moment." His words are soft but firm, a vow he intends to keep no matter what comes their way.

#chainsawman x reader #denji x reader #denji x fem reader #chainsaw man smut #fuck makima #breeding k1nk

[babybluebex]

look ik that it's perv!eddie and he's a little shit but also i'm in a mushy mood and i need to know the moment that eddie realizes he's actually in love with his princess 🥺

rose omg this is so angsty, i planned for this to go one way and then it... evolved... but i promise it's not the last part!! there are a bunch more left!! cw angst, fighting, admissions of guilt, eddie lays everything on the line for princess, breakups

“Wait,” Eddie said firmly. He sat up, moving you from off of him, and your heart instantly plummeted into your stomach. Had you said the wrong thing? Were the movies right, and you had said it too soon and scared him? “Wait, wait, princess, what did you just say?”

“I-I said I love you,” you mumbled. “‘Cause I do! I love you a lot, Eddie—“

“You don’t love me,” Eddie said quickly. “It’s hardly been a month, a-and you’re just confused. You think you love me because you’re swimming in a soup of emotions right now, I mean, fuck, you just came and now you’re—!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you told him earnestly, grabbing at his arm. “I wanted to tell you the night we went to Stevie’s but I held off, but I’m done holding off! I-I love you, Eddie! I think about you all the time, I always want to be right next to you, I can’t wait to see you every day; isn’t that love?”

Eddie was quiet, watching you with wide eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s love. Fuck, you love me, princess.”

“Uh-huh,” you said. “Um… Do you love me?”

“What?” Eddie asked sharply, and you jumped back, your hands falling from his arm as if he had burned you.

"Daddy—" you started, but Eddie shook his head quickly, silencing you without saying a single word.

"Don't call me that," Eddie said. "No, it only makes me... Makes me fall for you harder."

Your whole body went all hot, like melty ice cream, melting down Eddie's arm. "Do you..." you started. "Eddie. Please don't be mean right now."

"I'm not trying to be mean, princess," Eddie told you. "For once, with you, I'm trying to be genuine. I'm not trying to pull one over on you or take advantage of you right now, but I don't know how to be honest with you. But I love how you love me, and it scares the hell out of me because I am so not worthy of your love."

"Yes, you are," you told him. "Da-Eddie, you are so worthy of my love, because you've given me every reason to love you. You're kind to me and you respect me—"

"But I don't," Eddie said quickly. "Baby, you don't get it, I haven't done right by you, since the very first day we met. I've hurt you, in ways that you just don't understand, and I'm not sure you can ever understand—"

"Are you calling me dumb?" you asked. You didn't dare hold back your tears, and you sniffled and wiped your eyes on the back of your hand. "Maybe Nancy was right about you."

"She is," Eddie said, and your heart seized up. You expected a fight, for Eddie to call Nancy a nasty name and try to convince you that he was right and she was wrong, but his lack of fight only made you feel... Empty. "She's totally right about me. I'm no good for you, and you should break up with me right now, before you realize that I'm in love with you too now."

"Are you?" you asked. "Are you in love with me?"

"God, fuck, yes, I am," Eddie told you. "I love you so much, it makes my heart hurt. I do all the same as you described, I think about you all the time and I wonder what you're doing when you're away, and I fucking hate making you cry, I hate that shit so much. But I'm such an awful boyfriend to you, I'm an awful person to you, there's no reason why we should even be together in the first place."

"Eddie," you sobbed. "Please don't say that! I-I only wanna hear about how you love me, please just say it to me. I love you too, Eddie, I love you so much—"

"Stop it," Eddie said quickly. "Stop it, I told you, I'm not worthy—"

"You're not worthy because you've done bad things?" you asked. "I've done bad things too! I lie to my parents and cheat on my homework, and I graduate in a month and I don't know what I wanna do with my life, with college or with a job or anything, but you— You, Eddie! I feel like I have a purpose when I'm with you! I've never had a purpose before, and I like my purpose when I'm with you!"

"This is just what I mean, you don't understand," Eddie said. "You don't get it, because you're so sweet and nice, you're everything good with this world, and I've made you into something horrible. You should hate me for what I've done to you."

"What have you done to me?" you sniffled, crossing your arms over your chest indignantly. "Tell me, if it's so bad."

"I lied to you," Eddie said instantly. "The very first day, I lied to you. I lied to you to get you to show me your tits, because I'm selfish and wanted something, and I knew that I could manipulate you into getting what I wanted. That's all I've ever done to you, is lie to you and manipulate you, just so I can get what I want. I used you, baby, I used you and your innocence and your kindness to get what I want."

"What did you want?" you asked softly, hesitating to even ask. "What did you want from me that you had to lie to get?"

"I wanted you!" Eddie exclaimed. He sighed and stood still for a moment, watching you standing there, still in his shirt, your panties clinging to your hips, your legs still shaking from the beautiful orgasm he had given you, and seeing you standing there in such a state, sobbing with snot flowing from your nose, it only made him sigh again. "I wanted you, baby, and I knew there was no way I could get you if I was honest."

"That's not fair," you whined. "If I can't call you Daddy right now, you can't call me baby or princess or anything!" Your mouth screwed up in anger and the hot bubble of it was slothing in your chest, and you couldn't help the words that burst forth: "This is bullshit!"

Eddie looked wounded. "Baby, don't curse—" he started, but you brandished your finger at him, silencing him.

"I'll curse all I want!" you cried. "Because you made me this way! You used me, Eddie, you used me for your own fucking selfish wants, and you tell me that, but then you tell that you love me, like that makes it all okay? Fuck you, Eddie Munson. Take me home."

"Princess, please—"

"Take me home," you snapped. "Take me home, lose my number, you can tell Steve that I broke up with you because I finally wised up. I bet you guys had a big laugh over how stupid I am, huh?" You sniffled and mopped up your tears, and you bent down to grab your clothes, and you whipped the shirt up over your head. "Don't look at me," you told him, and Eddie sighed, looking away.

"For the record," Eddie said. "It was Steve's idea. Wanting to see your tits that night."

"Is that supposed to make it okay?" you asked. "You still went along with it."

By the time you were dressed again, Eddie had gathered his car keys, and he held the door open for you as you huffed out to his van. You pushed his hand away as you climbed up into the passenger seat, and you shut your own door before you crossed your arms and sulked.

The part that hurt the worst was that you loved him. You loved him with every part of you, every inch of you loved every inch of him, but he had used you. He was selfish and had abused you, and you couldn't find it in your heart to forgive him. The ride was quiet, Eddie taking his time with the drive, and, when you got home, you started to slam the door. "Wait," Eddie said, and he said your name. You couldn't ever recall him using your name once before— you were always his princess, his baby. "I'm sorry. Listen, I'm just sorry, alright? I know you're pissed at me, and you have every right to be, but... Call me if you want to. Okay? I love—"

You shut the door before he could finish.

#bex answers #bex's drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tw innocent reader #rose 🍃