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Saltburn thoughts where reader is dating Felix in an arranged marriage type of way. His parents are weird and obsessive with her staying a virgin, so even though she recognizes the hypocrisy, she follows the rules. But "thanks to" Oliver and more importantly Farleigh she breaks them

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Redbull gives you orgasms - Mike Schmidt x reader

Moving in with your boyfriend was a no-brainer. Abby loved you, Mike loved you, and well it was easier to split the rent two ways. The only problem was with the sleep schedule. Your partner was an absolute early bird. Even with his sleep experiments, he still managed to wake up at 6 AM sharp to get his sister ready. And 99.9 of those days you'd murmur a ''Goodbye Mike, love you'' into the pillow and fall asleep. If it wasn't for your job, you would be a total night owl. There were instances where you'd wake up at 3 just to jolt down a good idea you had. Thankfully, once Mike was asleep, there was no waking him. Him falling asleep was a completely different matter. And you were gonna find that out soon through the magic of ... public holidays.

That's right public holidays. You were gonna take a break, finally, and spend some quality time with Abby, maybe even get to help Mike find some better job options. But before that, you had to work extra hard and prepare posts for the time you'd be gone. You were stressed, and overloaded on free coffee and sugary snacks. By the end of the day, all was good. You handed over some tasks to your more senior colleagues and headed home. Grabbing groceries on the way, you were even given a sample of a new redbull flavor. You grabbed a few of those for your boyfriend and were finally ready to relax.

But Mike had other plans. He looked dejected, so you figured that the meeting with Jane didn't go well. "I'll take the night shift job tomorrow."

"If you're sure. Well, let's have an early dinner then.". After you all ate and the two of you made sure Abby was in bed, it was finally time to sleep as well. You had a bit of chit chat with Mike, nothing too heavy. He was just about to drift off, putting you through the usual routine when he noticed how restless you were. You were tossing and turning, bouncing your leg under the covers. Then came the pillow adjusting, cover moving. Afterwards you went to the bathroom. Then grabbed water. Then the bathroom again.

"Sweetheart, please. " Mike said, his voice groggy. "Did I wake you, shit. I'm sorry, thought you already dozed off." you replied.

"I can go on the couch?" You suggested.

"No, just come here. I'm so used to you that I can't fall asleep without you here anyway. Your work trips fuck me up." he replied. "I'll fix you right up, I'm a sleep expert after all."

You laid down and let him "fix you". First he moved you to the side, then he wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began to kiss your neck.

"Mike." you moaned.

"Shhh. I need you to not turn off your brain. Just focus on what I'm doing to you and think only about that. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"You just nodded. He continued kissing you, but now he was also touching your chest. Squeezing your breasts, gently pulling on your nipples. You were getting wet and he knew it. He slipped his hand in your panties, and started rubbing on your clit.

"You're so needy for me. Can't wait to see you let go for me.". You moved your hips to bring him closer to you. But instead of giving in, he slipped a finger in you, then a second.

"Feels so good, so so good.". You felt him get hard against your ass. You reached out a hand to help him out, but he gently moved it away.

"Shh, I have it all planned out. But since you wanna spoil your surprise." His fingers were still inside you. He first undid the buttons on his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Then he moved your panties to the side and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. But then gasped when you felt his dick in-between your thigs, rubbing against your wet folds. Not only that, but his fingers were back on your clit. You were done for.

"I know you wanna cum for me, but can you hold it for just a little bit. I want us to do it together. Don't worry, I won't last long with your perfect pussy all wet for me like this."

"Please, just a bit more, just the tip. Need you inside me again."

"You know I can't say no to you, sweetheart.". With that Mike slid the head of his cock inside of you. He buried himself to the hilt inside of you, allowing himself 2 thrusts. Reluctantly he pulled away continued humping you.

"Come on sweetheart, let's cum together." You didn't need a second to think about it. Using your last functional braincell, you "aimed" Mike's cock, so he came on your stomach. When you were a bit more coherent, you gathered the cum and licked it away. There was no way you were gonna leave that on the sheets. You turned to kiss Mike, but saw he was fast asleep. Guess reading that sleep book did have its benefits.

#mike schmidt #michael schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut

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A test of faith- Lee Sa-ra x reader drabble

TW: mentions of homophobia/conversion therapy, coercion, mentions of illegal substances, generally a fucked up fic. MINORS DNI PLEASE

Serving God was not on top of your bingo card for this year. But through a long process you were here. Religion was a bit of a taboo in your family. Your grandparents were religious. Your parents, not so much. But the tables turned when they caught you sleeping with another woman. So, off to "curing" you, you were "sick". And the only place that could "help" you was the church. It took a few years, but you were "fixed". Bullshit. Conversion camp just made you a lot sneakier when it came to hooking up with girls. Sadly, it also made you miss a lot of high-school and college. So when you came out of there, you could not land a job. There was no way to explain the gap in your resume. Yeah, my parents sent me away for being too gay wasn't really a catch for employers. So you had to go back and work for the church. You could be a counselor for the camp. Fuck that. You weren't about to scare some poor teenagers straight. So the only other option was working for the church. Cleaning, organizing events, even working behind the counter and collecting the entrance fee, you'd do it all. Though unfortunately the only way you could get a job was by asking in person.

You were terrible at interviews. Generally you were a shy person and you had trouble speaking up. So when it was time to "sell yourself" to employers, you were screwed. You wiped your sweaty palms against your skirt. It wasn't going to be that hard. 30 minutes to 45, in and out, talking about redemption, devotion, just wanting to help out.

They called you in, but instead of a small room with a desk and chairs, they led you into a pretty bare room. Before you could question anything, the door behind you was slammed and locked. And on the other side of the room, you could see the same happening to someone else. Then that person stepped forward and holy shit, it was Lee Sa-ra. The famous abstract painter, who just happened to be the daughter of the church leaders. But what was she doing here? And why were you both alone in a room? Actually, you looked around and saw that there was a bulky man keeping guard at the door. Why would you escape? Just as you thought that, a voice carried over the speakers. It said your name, followed by ''I guess you are very confused, sister. You see, you came here for a job. And we admire that. But you must know that guide lost souls back to the righteous path. But have you earned redemption? Or are you still a sinner? Can you resist temptation? and then cut out. Another message began, this time for Sa-ra. ''Sa-ra, you need redemption too. Though your sin is different. You were always more like Lilith, rather than Eve. So, use that. Earn your forgiveness by condemning others. ''

Then it got quiet. You and Sa-ra looked at each other. ''So, they obviously want us to turn on each other. But I have no benefit to sabotage you. You wanna join the church and press people, giving them the fear of God? Be my fucking guest. Judging from what I heard, you've been through some messed up shit too. So if this is your calling, go ahead. I tell you what, even standing here in your presence made me holly. So, we're free to go.'' she said. Sa-ra stared straight at our guard. He just sighed, cleared his throat, and pulled a large bag of white powder from seemingly nowhere.

''Nice try. I can buy flour too, jackass.'' Sa-ra said.

The guard once again didn't say anything, just went over to you. He dragged you by the hair and forced you to sit as he grabbed his key. He spread the white powder over it and pressed your face near it. Still, you refused to inhale. He squeezed your throat until you gasped for breath and the white powder was in your nose. He did that a few more times and carried you back to Sa-ra.

''Watch her and then tell me if it's the real stuff'' he said. Sa-ra placed her hand on your pulse point and waited for some time. She could feel your heartbeat skyrocket, watching you shiver, and repeatedly bounce your leg up and down.

But what tipped her off was your nosebleed. ''Holy shit'' Sara said. ''You gave her actual coke. ''she continued in disbelief. She knew that her parents and overall the church would never be okay with this, yet here she was on holy grounds, taking care of you, a complete stranger. So that led her to believe that this was some very fucked up revenge plan or blackmail of some sort. Or was it a test of faith?

And here you were, on a job interview, being high as a kite. But the strangeness was far from over. Because the real fun was just now getting started. The voice over the speakers began again. But this time it was different. No longer cryptic and confusing. It was clear as a bell. ''Sa-ra, you want drugs. And the other one here wants a job. But only one of you can make it out of here with your wish intact. There's a certain sin that you have both committed. Timothy 1:10.''

Sa-ra stared at you for an explanation. ''We're both gay. It's one of the 6 mentions of homosexuality in the Bible. Those have been drilled into me since conversion camp.''

''So, we've both been with some women, big deal. But how does that tie in with what we have to do to get out of here?'' Sa-ra asked. Silently you wondered that too. How could you trick her to be more gay than you? How would that be measured? Your brain replayed the previous instructions to you. It had been urging her to tempt you, so did they mean seduce you. So maybe the first one to make a move would lose. Or win. It was a dangerous gamble, but you decided to try it. You leaned it and pressed your lips to Sa-ra's. And it felt good. To your surprise, she kissed back.

Maybe it was because you were under the influence. Maybe it was because she had been your celebrity crush for some time. But you could work with this. You let her deepen the kiss and even let out a soft moan. You were already getting a bit drunk on this. You hoped that this was enough. At this point, you didn't even care about losing the job. You just wanted to go home. You finally thought you were free, as you heard the voice over the speakers again. ''I see both little lambs are on the right track. But what is a mere kiss? Did Judas not kiss Jesus? We want more. And we want it now. So I'll put it plainly for you. Whoever makes the other cum wins.''

You were shocked. But then you looked around the room. The security guard was gone. And Sa-ra was stripping. She was like an angel, you thought. Then it dawned on you how fucked up this whole thing was. Why was she going along with this so easily? Were drugs so important to her that she was willing to sacrifice her dignity like this? But then you had heard the rumors. Her stunts in Paris, with reporters calling her a whore, who sleeps on the streets. Her many dating rumors. There was the scandal of her being a sugar mommy for this college girl while using the church money. You weren't one for gossip anyway.

''Throwing in the towel,'' she asked. Then she kissed you again. You knew that you would be screwed if you also didn't do anything. So you just went with it, hoping to do some damage as well. Both of you slowly went to the floor, kissing each other. There were bits where you almost wrestled. You knew if you took control of her, maybe you could win even though dominance wasn't always your thing. But apparently, you weren't the only one with that idea. And Sa-ra somehow had more experience than you. She easily pinned you down and started taking off your clothes. Your button-down was off. Your skirt was halfway down your legs. It would help if you hated this. You should use every muscle in your body to try to escape her. Or even better turn the tables and get a shot at winning this thing. But instead, you just pulled your panties to the side. Fuck it, you were losing, but at least you'd get a nut out of it. Sa-ra spread your legs and started rubbing your clit. ''You're already so wet. At least you're gonna make this easy for me,'' she said.

You noticed a camera in the corner of the room. Shit, was it even on. And was it broadcasting this online? You were completely exposed. So you decided you weren't going down without a fight, no pun intended. First, you leaned into Sa-ra's touch, making her think you were on her side. Then, you say ''Sara unnie, you know I feel so good. But I never come from fingers. They just make me feel full and satisfied, but it's never enough. Can you please lick me? ''

She probably questioned this, as she could feel how close you were, how your walls were drawing her fingers in, and how tightly your pussy was gripping her. But she said nothing, just obliged your request. Guess altruism wasn't dead. Either that or she was a really good dom top. And apparently, this wasn't the only thing she was good at. Lee Sa-ra could retire and eat pussy for a living. You were about to show her that you weren't lacking in that department either. Or should we say, eater? As she was getting more and more into it, she let down her guard more. And you decided to strike. While her face was still buried deep in your cunt, you buried yours in hers. Thank God for Sa-ra's love for dresses. You felt bad about ripping her designer clothes. But you were not walking out of this room without a fight. At least this way you wouldn't be a sore loser. You moved her underwear to the side and began eating her out. Shit, she was wet, possibly even wetter than you. Was this whole thing turning her on? You selfishly wished that this whole thing didn't happen and the two of you met in a normal way. If that were the case, mutual orgasms would be a given.

69 wasn't your favorite position. Or at least it hadn't been until now. Your bodies were pressed closely together, so with every move your tits were rubbing against Sa-ra's and hers against yours. Not only that, but every moan she let out was a vibration on your clit. Fuck, you could get used to this. You could feel yourself getting ready to cum, but Sa-ra was also close. So you kept your tongue on her clit and slipped a finger inside of her. And that was all she needed to finish. At the exact same second that you did.

At least this was over. There was no winner, no loser. Until you heard the voice on the speakers announce. ''Round 1, Draw. Please prepare for a tiebreaker.''

#the glory #the glory x reader #Lee sa-ra #sara lee #Lee Sara x reader

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Cast your votes for smut

Hello, it is I, a writer very consumed by jjk season 2. But I wanna put our beloved blorbos in some NSFW au scenarios. Gege, I apologize.

I will eventually write all of these. But which one first?

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x you #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo smut

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A dramatic overture - Bada Lee x reader

You were a bit of an unusual ballet dancer. To put it plainly, you were a bit of a fuckup sometimes. But wasn't everyone? Apparently not, according to your overbearing mother. And your choreographer, the infamous Bada Lee. How you landed in her troupe was a mystery.

Not only was she an insanely talented leader, she had been a phenomenal dancer beforehand. Other girls like Lusher and Tater flourished under her guidance. You, on the other hand still needed some work.

And that is exactly what you did. Day and night you practiced tirelessly. After all, ballet was an art, and weren't all the greats tortured and starving? You were eating still, the only pleasure you allowed yourself. The rest was wake up, go to dance, go home, and then repeat the cycle again and again. But your efforts paid off in the end.

And you had perfected your routine just in time for your audition. You were doing Swan Lake, a staple in the community for dancers and the audience as well. And of course, Bada wanted to put her twist on it. So at the end of the season there would be a special ''modern'' retelling of the plot, with all original choreography from her. You were excited. As stereotypical it was, you loved Swan Lake. It was the ballet that made you want to be a dancer in the first place. And Odile was your dream role ever since you were a child. So you tried to brush off your insecurity and worked for it.

You had been to the studio at such late hours that your parents started to suspect you had a boyfriend. You didn't have the heart to tell them that a boyfriend was the last thing they would ever have to worry about it. So you brushed it off and insted went in during your allocated dinner hours. And since you absolutely hated breakfast and really anthing early in the morning, you were down to one meal a day. It's not like you planned it and it wasn't affecting you that badly. At least thats what you thought at first. But by hour 4 of practice, you were exausted. You did a turn and felt your body go limp. You tried to break your fall in, but you still slammed to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Your fall must have been serious because Bada rushed in. You didn't even know she was in the studio then. You prepared fora lecture and her berating you on your stupidity and carelesness. But instead she let you lean on her and get to her office. There, you sat on a comfortable plush chair as she brought you a sports drink and an icepack. You were too tired to think about where her personal fridge was located and just how big it was. As your pain got lighter, you could focus more on what she was saying.

''And please, be careful. I see you work hard. But don't neglect yourself too much. The most important thing to focus on is your health. And as for the role, don't worry, there's plenty of roles, plenty of other shows.''

While she was right, you were stubborn. But you did not have a death wish, so you scaled back your practices by only 15 minutes, but it's the thought that counts. And also you started packing sandwiches. And little by little, it came time for auditions. Surprisingly, Odile was still popular, so you were up against the stars of your group. Still, they relied on their already existing talent and hadn't really bothered to memorize new techniques. And you had worked hard, building a completely new persona for your dancing. And that did not go unnoticed by Bada. So her decision was easy. Almost as easy as the way you cried tears of joy upon seeing the cast list. You had it. The role was yours. The pain was over.

Little did you know, the pain was just beginning. Now it was just a lot. while Odile was a background character most of the time, there was still her solo. And you dreaded it. Not only the dancing but also dancing with a man. It's not like you had anything against men. In fact, you were on good terms with most of the male members of the troupe. You just couldn't feel the necessary passion and attraction needed to dance with them. And you couldn't fake that love, even on stage for just a few minutes. But you managed. Bada had some minor critiques, which you corrected. And so the first cour of your performances began. Your choreographer had you do a limited summer run with the original production. Then, in the quieter ballet months you'd train again for her version of Swan Lake.

You were excited to play Odile twice. But little did you know, in Bada's version the cast would be all female. And you found out that last.

While you were on your last regular performance, she pulled you aside and told you there would be some changes to the cast list. She watched your face pale for a few seconds before adding that your spot would not change. And you swore she added a wink at the end, just to torment you.

Maybe it was worry. Maybe it was a stomach bug from all the supermarket sandwiches. But you were too sick to make it to rehearsal. You called your choreographer and almost tearfully apologized over and over again. Yet, Bada reassured you. Your role was not in the first acts anyway, so she'd focus on them now. But little did you know, she was simultaneously holding auditions. And she made sure to take down the new cast list before you return.

It was worth the hassle and the looks of bewilderment from the other dancers. Because she essentially saw you go through every stage of gay panic in the span of 5 minutes.

You walked in the studio, seeing her. She queued up the pas de deux music and walked over to the oposite side of the room. She stood on the blocking of your partner's position and motioned for you to take your place. When you were still frozen on your spot, she began explaining.

''We're in Bada's version now. And seeing how abysmall your chemistry was with the male leads, I made some changes.'' she said.

''If I was so bad, why didn't you say something. Why didn't you recast me.'' you questioned.

''You're a good dancer. And besides, it was just Swan Lake. I cannot be revolutional, I don't want to claim I can rewrite the story better. But making my cast all female of my own show, that's another thing. A modern retelling of a classic. With a strong message on how love isn't dictated by the gender binary. These tickets will sell like fresh bread.'' she explained

''And you're coming out of retirement to do this.'' you added, getting it now.

''Jackpot.''

''So you're doing this to get money.''

''I'm doing this for art. And to keep your fees from raising. Costume, set decor, rent on the studio, I'm guessing you don't want to pay that. Unless you do, then get in position.''

Her movements were so fluid. Additionally, she could lift you with ease. The thing is, every time she touched you, it felt like electricity was running through you. So you couldn't really focus and fumbled. Bada was a bit annoyed, but then she started over. Still, you were rattled. Why did this make you feel this way? Bada was attractive. But why would her appearance affect you so much? And now? So you continued to dance, pushing away the thoughts for some time. And it worked for a bit. You two managed to complete the routine. And did it again a few times again, to solidify it.

And then you did it perfectly. You would never use that word lightly, but it was true. It was a million times better than with your male partners. So you were confident that you would nail it.

''Okay, you have the energy now. Let's start learning the routine.'' Bada said.

You were confused. You knew your choreography, and you were wondering if there was a light misstep on your part. And then, Bada started a completely new dance. You wondered when she had the time to choreograph this. It was a completely different way of moving, looking more like a street style. You had never danced like this. But clearly, Bada had. She was so good, even better than with ballet. Was this on purpose? Or was it just her trying to showcase a skill? But why throw you under the bus? You could talk to her about it. Ask her to pull back on some moves, but still add that Bada flare. But you didn't do that. You just tried to copy her moves. You were a professional, so you could pick it up. And it's not like you picked up ballet in one go.

So you tried again. And again. And again. At first, Bada was guiding you very closely, being next to you, correcting your posture with her hands. After a few hours of that, she gets tired of this and sits down, just giving you oral feedback. That frustrated you. And the fact that she kept forcing you to practice over and over again. And at the end of the day, you were just tired and ended up just going home, with no progress on your end. The thing is, you tried again and again. You ended up having a sleepless night in order to get something done. And even though you were dancing like there was no tomorrow, there was little progress.

But you just kept at it. Rehearsing. Going home and dancing there. By the time you went to sleep, it was time to get up again. On days when you weren't training you'd just sleep and eat, calling it a day. You were becoming slovenly. Makeup and brushing your hair were becoming luxuries and so were laundry and showers. And the worst part is, you weren't improving. Street dancing was just not your thing. But it was everyone else's thing. Bada and the whole group could do it. Except you. You were the outcast again. And for no reason. It's not like you were bad at performing in your signature style. What pissed you off the most was surprisingly Bada. She was the incompetent one, not you. She couldn't lead you properly. You hoped she would help and you were called to her office at the end of the day. But instead, you got chewed up. Midway through her rant, someone stormed in, talking to her about a defaced poster and how it was going viral, but not in a good way. She excused herself and promised she'd be back soon. But 5 minutes past. Then 10. Then 15. And the whole time Bada's phone was buzzing with notifications. It was driving you insane. So you reached out to put it on silent mode. But something caught your eye. All the notifs were from a groupchat called TEAM BEBE and the picture was that of the troupe. So you looked at the messages and everyone was talking about you. Lusher, Tatter, even Cheche, they were all bad mouthing you. Making fun of you for the things, that were beyond your control. You had had enough so you just stormed out of there.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You dressed for revenge. First, you went to a salon to reverse the damage to your hair. Then you actually took time and booked a morning makeup session at the MAC counter, making sure to add a striking red lip. To top it all off, you decided to get some new clothes for the rehearsals. A few sexy and black pieces later, you had wiped out your salary. But none of that mattered.

While your transformation was already almost unbelievable, you knew it wasn't enough to shine to dazzle your so-called teammates. But the first person with a target on their back was Bada herself. After all, she was the one that got you into this mess in the first place. So you knew just how to make her regret it. But your plan wasn't exactly foolproof. And you were about to find that out.

First, you joined Bada in your usual practice room. It was surreal to see yourself reflected in so many mirrors while looking like this. You brushed it off. You began the routine and messed up horrendously, this time on purpose. You kept butchering it again and again until Bada stood up begrudgingly to help you. As soon as she got close enough, you pushed her back, watching her topple to the ground, her spine contorting into a graceful, sweeping curve. She was beautiful, even when falling. You wasted no time in straddling her waist, fully prepared to fight her. By then, she was fighting back too, trying to knee you, making you enclose your legs against her thigh. Bada pushes you back, but her hands meet your chest. And you fucking moan. She just raises an eyebrow and looks at you. Then she moves her hands to your hips, making you rock back and forth.

''If a good fuck is all you need to dance correctly, I'll give it to you princess,'' she said. You were about to protest, but she flexed her thigh and you were a goner. You let her take control completely. Bada made you grind your hips on her, to hump her leg like a horny pet. She snapped off the buttons of your leotard, so your bare pussy was rubbing against her. Your wetness was all over her black pants.

''Bada, I'm going to cum.'' with that your mentor bounced her leg up and down. You leaned towards her and kissed her as your orgasm took over you. She helped you ride it out and watched as you rolled over on the floor, panting and tired. Bada watched you for a minute and then said.

''Oh, my darling, I'm just getting started with you, so you better get up.''

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please write more qbout tsubakill i'm beggingggg

Omg I definitely will. My bestie is a huge tsubakill fan, so I owe her. Will take you once I have the fic up.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Pavlov’s dog/ Secret move - Mini x reader

It was a new week of Street Woman Fighter 2. You had barely survived the kpop death battle, nearly going home. And while you cried for Tsubakill, you were secretly grateful. So you trained and trained for the megacrew. But you still had your doubts. So that's why your crew decided to prepare a few battles in case you were to be on the chopping block again. After all, that's what Wolf'lo was known for. You were going to use some of your previous strategies like sending out Baby Sleek against the other team's most vicious player. Bit you couldn't use her again and again like last time. You didn't want to be criticized and stereotyped as being stale. So there was a need to pair up Mini with someone that matched her energy and her skills. And unfortunately that someone would be you.

Let's backtrack a little bit, shall we. First of all, you had nothing against Mini. Quite the opposite, actually. You two had become close friends after working together. You admired her a lot. And the fact that you both loved pink was a bonus point. She often joked that when she ran out of pink clothes, she would borrow yours. You thought nothing of it, until she actually pulled up to practice in one of your shirts.

"I should've asked first, I'm sorry. But doesn't it look good on me,huh?".

And with seeing that, you realized you were head over heels for that woman. Of course, your infatuation wasn't spurred on by this little act of kleptomania. It was her confidence. Her style, because she wore your shirt better than you. Her being soft to only you. Because while she just off-handedly said something in front of the others, after dancing she cams over to you and said:

"I'm really sorry for taking the shirt. I think I just mixed them up. I'll go ahead and wash it and return it to you."

From then on you two became even closer. Having extra practices (not that you particularly needed it.). Dinners away from everyone else. You even had sleepovers, which consisted of the two of you crammed up in a single bed, talking and laughing together in hushed tones until someone throws a pillow at you. Your teammates teased the two of you. They even went off more on you, since you were a very vocal member of the LGBTQ+ community. And Mini was a mystery, you knew a lot about her, but not if she was into girls. But soon enough you were about to find out. After you two were practicing together, she pulled you into a bathroom, citing that she had something in her eye. When you went to check, she leaned in to kiss you.

"Can I?"

You nodded and pressed your lips against hers. From then on you were like horny teenagers. Trying to sneak off as much as possible without the cameras or your friends noticing. And for a few minutes trying to kiss, bite, suck and touch each other as much as you could. Let's just say that after kissing Mini you took longer showers, always focusing on "shaving". In reality you were touching yourself, trying to imagine a certain pink haired woman doing that to you. You both had seen enough Love island and big brother to know that onscreen sex was possible. But you both could control yourselves enough to not just mindlessly fuck in front of the Wolf'lo team. So you endured. Showered.

But at some point it got too much for you. After every makeout session you rushed off to either rub one out quickly or even just wipe yourself down until you weren't wet anymore. But it got worse. Now it was enough for Mini to just stroke your arm lovingly and platonically and you were done for. That's why this practice was from hell. You and Mini in a duo, trying out a new sexy dance. She corrected your posture. You got wet. When she complimented you on landing a move. You got wet. The wetter you got, the more distracted you were. Especially near the end of the choreo, where you had to face Mini and then wrap your legs around her thighs. You were too fast. Then too slow. Or you tripped, sending both of you tumbling down. That was her breaking point. Mini said she needed to cool down and that she was going to the hideout for a bit. You were instructed to wait for here there. So you did, by practicing again. Alone, you were sort okay, just a few missteps that you later corrected. Little did you know, Mini saw all that from the doorway.

She decided to watch you one more time and then walked in with a caboodle of makeup. With a "I know how much a good makeup cheers you up, let's go to the bathroom to put someone you", you were off. The producers would usually protest, but they were a bit suspicious of you two, so they let it slide. And by letting it slide, we mean followed you outside the bathroom to pick up some audio. Buy they couldn't see what you could, which would never be aired on TV.

Mini haphazardly put on some lipstick on you, motioning for you to add blush and eyeliner. In the mean time she opened another side of the kabodle to reveal an egg vibrator. Did she intend to use it on you then? "Wow, it's so pink?" You exclaimed, taking it in your hands. "Here, I'll help you put it on. Only if you like it." "I've never worn anything like that. But I'm curious, so let's do it.".

You had been imagining your first time with Mini a lot recently. But never did you think it would include you rubbing your clit on a toilet as she sets up the vibrator. When you're wet enough she gives you a slow kiss and moves the toy inside of you. When she turns it on, you realize just how fucked you are. What were you doing, were you that pussy drunk? When Mini gave your ass a light spank, you decided that yes you were.

Your girlfriend set up a timer for the toy to ramp its speed every 10 minutes and you two began practicing again. This time you were a bit better, but still not up to Wolf'lo standards. Mini had you two switch roles and helped you by showing you how easy it was to hit the right moves. But that took around 15 minutes and you were already past your limit. Even though you had already cum, the vibe wouldn't stop until you were perfect. So you collected yourself and danced like never before. You put 110% of your energy in feeling every beat, into moving just right. There was just one more thing left. As you faced Mini and wrapped your legs around her thighs, the vibrator sped up. And there you were, coming on your girlfriend's thigh, your own legs shaking. Feeling the cameras zoom into that, you blamed on exhaustion and anemia.

"I better get her to the hideout. But at least we know the secret to us winning the next battle." Mini winked at the camera.

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #swf2 x reader #Wolflo #Mini wolflo

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Don’t bite your tongue, it’s just a word game ‐ Rena x reader

It was time for the class mission and your team wasn’t doing too well. Redlic’s choreography was rejected in favour for Latrice’s and your own rookie group was a bit tense. But there were more obstacles in the way. Buckey entered the hideout, sighing.

‘’Rena barely has me in the video, you can’t see me. I tried to talk to her, everyone’s been kissing up to her. But even though I try I can’t seem to convince her.’’ With that she turns to you, batting her eyes.

‘’Can you try to help.’’. Since you had an interest in Japanese culture from a young age, you had picked up the language. You even had enrolled in a language school to learn it better. Unbeknownst to the people around you, it was called ‘’The lesbian school’’ and you kinda helped with that reputation. Bring together a bunch of teenage girls with the same interests, nerdy looks and too much love for GL manga and Sputnik Sweetheart by Murakami and well. To be fair, it reminded you a bit of this competition. And now it was time to use your Japanese skills to win over a woman again, with less of your sapphic energy, sadly.

You knocking on the door of the Tsubakill hideout was not unusual. You had been bonding with their team since the begging of the competition. Asking about the dance scene in Japan, teaching them more about Korea. You had also been the one to translate the lyrics for the song Rena was choreographing. At the words beckoning you inside you opened the door and were surprised . Rena was alone.Before you could ask, she started explaining herself :

‘’Everyone’s either practicing or resting. But why are you here. Let me guess, Buckey sent you.’’

‘’Yes, but if you could just give her a chance, she can preform well in a more central spot.’’

‘’I’m not doubting your teammate’s skills. But this is a competition, Manequeen should have just preformed better.’’

‘’So this is about strategy. I’ve been nothing but helpful to you. And I can continue to be. Voting the way you want. Teaching you new moves, extra practice. Of course you know I’m a cunning linguist. ‘’ The thing is you didn’t mean to say the last word like that. It was a direct innuendo, a freudian slip on your part. It had been a running joke at your school to make certain Japanese words as gay as possible. And this one stuck, apparently.

“Rena, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s a stupid pun I just happened to memorise.”

Instead of saying anything about your fuckup, she just told you.

“I’ll think about it. And while I do, let’s play Shiritori. It always clears my head. ”

You thought that it seemed strange, but you weren’t about to argue with the woman you needed help from. You motioned for her to start.

とうみ she said

もん you continued

こ she replied

いる you fired back, hoping to trip her up. There were no stakes in the game, anyway so there was no point in being competitive. Still, you were curious about what she would say.

むんこ was her response. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Rena just said pussy. She could’ve played friend, cup or even anger. But she chose that word. Before you could comment any further, she bursts out laughing.

“You should see your face, you’re so red. Did I surprise you?"

“Did you even want to play Shiritori?”

“No. I suck so much at that game. I’m amazed I lasted long enough to pull it off.” With that you both started laughing again.

“You know, I’m surprised that we are getting along so well. You know, with everything being so intense, I didn’t think you were the affectionate type.”

“Not affectionate, huh. How’s this for not being affectionate?” You lean into her and pressed your forehead against hers. You look at her lips for permission and she responds by kissing you. One kiss turns into two and then a full blown make out session on the couch. Apparently your attraction wasn’t as one sided as you thought. And also being cooped up with a lot of beautiful women for weeks had a similar effect on everyone. You wondered if Rena also took longer showers, so she could get off. But you quickly thought of something else, not wanting to go too far, despite how wet you already were.

But soon enough Rena was on top of you, kissing your neck and your hands were under her shirt. In the mess of limbs your knee lightly brushed against her pussy. She moaned and then covered her mouth.

“Should we test if you are a cunning linguist?” She said. You moved from under her and kneeled on the floor. You pulled her body close to yours, removing her panties. Thank god for skirts, am I right. You began kissing her inner thigh and moved slowly to where she wanted you. You lapped at her clit, moving your tongue up. Her hands pulled on your hair, making you both moan. You say. “Need to taste you, Rena.”. But before you do, she pulls you up and gives you a passionate kiss. You decide to tease her again, kissing her breasts, sucking on her nipples. As much as you wanted to take your time and please her, you remembered that her crew could be back any time now. So you set out to make her cum before her team comes.

You teasingly flick your tongue on her clit before slowly licking her, fucking her with your tongue. You slip a finger into her while you mouth is on her clit, and added a second finger when she asked for more. You curl two fingers inside her and move them up, while sucking on her clit and look up to watch her cum. She looks so pretty, her face red and her hand over her mouth.

And that’s how you go far in Street Woman Fighter 2.

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #smut fic #tsubakill

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

okay, so I have a new hyperfixation, aka street woman fighter 2. And since there are fics for it already, I wanna write some too.

So, we will have

• Don't try to steal my girl - jealous! Reader x bada Lee, so reader reads all of the thirsty comments about her gf and has to put the fans in check by making your own movie

• Stress relief- Jam Republic! Reader x Redlic- Redlic is actually a softie and reader sees this. So when the Manequeen dancer almost storms off in a bad mood, you help her relieve some stress

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Two birthdays and a new girl to call sis - Stepbro! Nate Jacobs x reader

tw > stepcest, cnc, creampie

It all started after Nate's dad moved out. Well, a bit after that to be precise, when Cal Jacobs finally found Derek. From then it was all sunshine and roses for the couple. But for the presumably youngest siblings in the respective families, it was a catalyst that would turn their entire lives around. They just didn't know it yet.

Nate thought that he would mind his dad leaving and putting the already rocky family dynamic of the Jacobs clan in shambles. But it was the opposite of that. His mom eventually cleaned the lobby and stopped drinking wine before noon. His brother made appearances and not just at the annual Chili booth. And most importantly of all, his dad was out of the picture, most days. With Cal gone, Nate's nightmares stopped. He stopped watching the CDs obsessively, stopped playing football as if his life depended on it, hell he even stopped tormenting both Maddy and Cassie. Now the only thing underneath his arm in the hallways was a stack of SAT preps and college applications. And that was all about to change at the drop of a hat when his dad came to stay with them for a couple of weeks. Bringing his boyfriend and Nate's new stepsister in tow. And she was a new challenge for Nate, something for him to bend and break and corrupt. She was a plate of cookies under a cellophane wrap with a note that said ''Don't touch''. And he was craving sugar more than ever. And he intended to get it, in any way he had to.

Your life had been perfect. And then it crumbled completely. It happened gradually as these things often do. Innocently enough you urged your brilliant, yet lazy brother to actually apply himself and go to a good college, instead of relying on a safety school just because he could stay home. And he did, leading him to get accepted into his dream school, which was, unfortunately, all the way in New York. Sure, he moved to college and left you with your dad. And he, in turn, was going through a midlife crisis and an empty nest syndrome all at once. It was clear from the moment Derek broke down crying as his son was packing still and couldn't stop reminiscing about family all through your trip to the school. So in order to bring back old habits he had turned to have his first drink since you were born and all in a familiar spot. And that's how he met Cal fucking Jacobs. In the same bar, they had shared their first dance together, it all came back rushing at them. And that's how you got a new stepdad. And subsequently, courtesy of the lovely motel, bedbugs. 

It's not like your dad rushed headfirst into this. It accumulated over time, just like the aforementioned vermin. Cal and he went on dates, and after a few relatively expensive meals on his side and ''your dad kept yours and your brother's birthdays as a password for everything and you were not above snooping'' on yours, you got introduced to the man. After a few more weeks of awkward ''family'' outings, Cal moved in. You made so many jokes about Uhauling that your dad almost shipped you off in one to the dorms in New York. All humor, aside you were finally happy that Derek had found the right partner after so many years. And then came the bedbugs. Awful bites that left you itching for weeks and restless. It got so bad that you couldn't sleep at night, instead you tasked yourself with hunting them down and squishing them, watching the blood linger on your dainty fingers. When Cal saw you one night stripping your bedding away and bringing it to the patio, he knew that this was his fault and that it had to stop. So he did what he had to do to stop this. He offered for you and your dad to go live with him in the Jacobs family home.

Nate simply came back from school and was greeted by 2 unfamiliar faces and one that was too familiar.

''Cal, I mean dad, what are you doing here? And who are these people.'' He vaguely gestured between the aging man and the girl that was around his age.  

"Well, this is my boyfriend and his daughter. I just started living with them.’’

  Nate took in the suitcases behind them. No way. He started asking

"So, what, you're just gonna waltz back into our lives out of nowhere with two strangers in toll. How is my mom on board with this?''

''You know your mother. She likes watching me suffer. I secretly think she got me here to see how long I can stay without cracking. Also, she can't say no to a couple of hundreds.'' Cal said smugly.

''Wonderful, you're calling the woman who birthed me and cared for me while you were gone a greedy sadist.'' Nate countered back.

''Son, let's not get into it. We have company after all.'' Cal tried to smooth things over but to no avail. 

''Oh, I forgot. You have a new family now. I wouldn't wanna scare off your perfect boyfriend and his daughter. How ironic that you now have a girl, when you can't even raise one of your sons to be a proper man. And I don't fucking mean a guy that can bench press 250, I mean a guy who doesn't hurt other people. You had to leave for me to realize how fucked up you made me, how toxic this dick-measuring contest that we were having was. I thought it ended for good, but look at me, I'm back exactly where I was the day when you walked out the door. Just like you wanted. Well, I'm not giving you the satisfaction of seeing me lose it again. See you around I guess, I'm sure I've made a great first impression.'' With that, Nate walked away and slammed the door to his room shut. Soon enough though there was a gentle knock on it. 

''Cal, get the fuck away from there,'' Nate yelled. 

''It's not Cal. It's me. I didn't introduce myself earlier, I thought that it would be nice to have someone in your corner.'' You answered. Still, on edge, he said,

''What, are you doing this because you’re feeling guilty or something? I'm usually not like that, I should be the one coming to you to apologize, but my dad, he has a certain effect on people.''

''Oh, trust me, I know. He's so grating, sometimes I just can't stand him. And everyone sees that except of course my dad. Do you have any tips and tricks for me to tune him out or something?'' You replied.

''Unfortunately, there isn't a way. But I recommend avoidance. Here, sit and talk with me a little. That way, we both won't run into him.''

''Are suggesting we work together, would you like to form an alliance with me.''

''Absolutely I do.''

''Okay, I trust any man that finishes my ''The Office'' quotes, I'm in. So, let's get to know each other. Is playing 21 questions too childish?'' 

''It is but I'll let it slide if you let me ask you first.''

''You have a deal.''

''Why did you move in here and not stay anywhere else?''

''You mean besides the fact that the bed bugs that are infesting our home right now are literally from the only motel in town. Well, also I'm homeschooled and need a place for my dad and my tutor to work with me in peace, can't imagine this to be a single room. So from time to time, I will also be invading your living room.'' a part of Nate wanted to make a reference to Mean Girls. But he just let you talk.

''How does college prep feel like,'' you asked

''Really, that's your most burning question for a guy who had a screaming match with his own dad 10 minutes ago.''

''Hey, I like to give people a second chance. So hit me with it.''

''Well, I do good enough to land a few sports scholarships, so it's not as intense. But when I'm not relying on those it gets heavy. I can give you tips, also let me know which brochures you want so I get them from the counselor's office for you.'' Nate went on. 

''Thanks. Your turn.''

''Are you an only child? I mean, there's not gonna be more unexpected quests, right I don't think my house can handle it.''

''I do have an older brother, but he's not set on coming back anytime soon. So I might be a homeschooled jungle freak, but at least I'm not a spoiled brat.''

Spoiled brat. Nate could make you that, a girl that's desperate and begging for him to stick his cock inside her, even just the tip, anything. As soon as he allowed himself to imagine that, he had to stop. It had been a while since he got laid or watched any porn, so of course, a thought like that was expected. Sensing that it got the better of him, he tried to continue the game.

''Sorry, I spaced out. I'm back now, so ask away.''

''Am I missing out on not going to school like a normal person?''

''If you like kegstands and one-night stands, sure. Other than that, not much. I'm sure you're just as smart as anyone in my class, if not smarter.'' Nate said, clearly playing to what you wanted to hear. But then, surprising even himself he asked

''Do you think this thing between our dads will work out.''

''I mean this isn't like that one gay video game where all the dads in town date each other just because they're dads. Those two really have loved each other since high school. My father used to talk about Cal all the time, the one that got away. So don't be surprised if you have me as a stepsister these days. Even if that doesn’t necessarily align with what we actually want.''  While a stepsister had not been on Nate's bingo card for the year, it sure was now. Through you, he would achieve the perfect revenge on his dad. Because if Cal could ruin Nate and his family, Nate could do the same to Cal. It might have been cruel to take an innocent girl as collateral damage in his plan, but you know what they say, by any means necessary. He would have to get that fucked up movie he watched on demand with Maddie, Cruel Intentions, but the plot to that didn't really fit this situation. They were more like Clueless. At least that's what he thought until a string of unexpected events proved him wrong. But that would be getting ahead of the story and we cannot rush the plot here.

You yawned and said

''Okay, I think that this day has been a little much for me, so I'll just head to your living room and get some sleep.''

''If you want, you could use my room for tonight, or always. I don't mind taking the couch.''

''Thank you, but I'll feel super bad. Plus I'm staying only for a few days.''

If only you knew how wrong you were. You did find that out at a ''family'' dinner. Through some twisted turn of fate, everyone in the house could eat together and they did. Nate's mom and brother were sitting on one side, followed by him, you, your dad, and finally Cal. Then at the end of the dinner, everyone was enjoying dessert when the former Jacobs family patriarch stood up and tapped his knife against his long empty wine glass.

''Everyone, I have an announcement. We're getting engaged.''

''You're getting what. But you barely know each other.'' you protested. You also absentmindedly gripped Nate's arm for support. He, in turn, took that as an invitation to squeeze your thing, his fingers lingering on your skin a little longer than appropriate.

''We've known each other since high school, It may seem a little rushed to you, but to us, it has been long overdue.'' Your dad interjected in a stern tone.

''Well, Cal, it seems like you have a pattern. At least I'll just be a guest at this shotgun wedding '' Nate's mom replied.

''How did you even decide that? This changes everything, you're not just playing house anymore, you're introducing complete strangers into our families. '' Nate added.

''Yes, isn't this exciting? Also, you can't call yourselves strangers, we're already living together and eating together. In fact, just look at this table. We are all sitting here as if this is our thousandth meal together. It inspires me to have nights like this for the rest of my life.''  Cal said

''Yeah, what a night indeed. I think we should all sit and process this information in our own way.'' Nate replied and demonstratively left the table. Surprisingly, you followed him out.

Nate helped you into his car and drove to the store, where you got ice cream and he got beer and you both ended up sharing them in the backseat. When you snuggled into him, tipsy and tired, he wanted to leave everything and just devour you in the back of the jeep. But Nate wanted you to be fully into him when he had you, to be aware and feeling every single inch of him. So he resisted and just drove to the house, where he carried you to the couch and tucked you in.

Nate has planned to ignore you, for the time being, to make you come to him. After all, that's what worked with Cassie, leave them cold and they will be begging for you. Not that he expected you to send him continuous texts like the blonde, but anything was a start. And it seemed to be working. You'd ask to go somewhere with him, forgoing your usual bus route, trying to get him to drive you. Or you would fake being a family with a proposal for movie night. And as much as he wanted to spend a couple of hours in front of the TV watching you laugh at a cheesy movie, he refused. He used late-night practices and early morning classes as an excuse. He even considered faking a date but realized that it would do more harm than good.

So he was beyond surprised to see you dolled up on the couch with a much older guy. You were studying, by the looks of it, textbooks and highlighters all over his mom's expensive leather sofa. But you, you seemed to treat this as more of a date, twirling a pencil in your pigtails, how predictable of you, and asking the man to repeat basic concepts that you already knew. But Nate could not control you, as much as he wanted to. He decided to not embarrass you, by asking if you had just bought your pink gloss or if your dad was aware of how short your skirt was. He just said.

''Hey, sis. Working hard as usual. Let me know when you're done, we can work on dinner together, make it a little easier on the old folks when they come home, how about that.''

And you just barely registered him, responding back with a hmm and still not taking your eyes off of the older man. Oh, Nate was going to get you back for this later. If you even remembered to come to him, that is.

But you did, like an obedient puppy. He first looked you up to see any signs of ruined lipgloss or a rumple in your shirt. When he found none, he relaxed and headed to the kitchen.

''So, who was that?'' Nate said, trying to keep his voice steady.

''Oh, that's my private tutor. Daddy hired him, cause well I'm kinda shit at math and it runs in the family. So I'm getting all the help I can get.'' Daddy, you said fucking daddy. He swore that you were giving him kinks that he thought were disgusting before. Two could play the teasing game. And Nate was about to up the heat, literally. As soon as you looked away, he turned the oven up and asked you to take out the food. Watching you touch the hot metal of the door and wince, he replied.

''The oven mitts are always missing when you need them. Here, I'll help you out.'' 

Nate took off his shirt and watched as you admired his toned body. Bet your tutor did not have this. He wrapped the shirt over the handle and opened the oven door, letting the dish cool down. But his temper still hadn’t. So he asked,

''And what's the deal with that your tutor? You acted a little different than usual around him. Do you have a crush on him or something?''

''Is it that obvious, god? But yeah I do. ''

''Isn't that kind of, you know ... '' sick is the word he wanted to use.                    ''Unconventional, yes. But I do love a taboo romance. In theory, I haven't had any. So don't go snitching to my dad.'' you replied

‘’Sure, for a price, the best way to get silence is to buy it.’’

‘’I have 5 bucks to my name, take it or leave it.’’

‘’You think I’m that cheap.’’ After that, he grabbed a wooden spoon and smacked your ass with it. To his surprise, instead of scolding him or cursing you let out a moan. Turning red you made an excuse and then scrambled out of the room quickly.  Meanwhile, Nate added this interaction to his spank bank which was now becoming a literal spank bank.

Despite all the moments charged with sexual tension between the two of you, Nate seemed to keep his morals intact. Or at least keep up this cat-and-mouse game for a little longer. But then that night came (spoiler alert it wouldn’t be the only thing coming). Nate had woken up in the middle of the night, very thirsty. While he was salty that you were into another man, he also made your food salty. He made his way down the stairs, watching his footsteps in order to not wake you. But judging by the sounds he was hearing you were not asleep. He just saw movement under the couch blanket and then he was seeing red. Nate dramatically tossed the blanket from you, eager to beat up the person who was defiling his sister. Instead, he saw your shocked face, your phone on your chest and your hands were desperately clutching something small that was vibrating. At least you were alone. That still didn't calm his anger enough, because you were still getting pleasure from something that wasn’t him. 

‘’Nate don’t look’’ you said, before feeling a hand go over your mouth. And despite your stepbrother actually not looking before, he did now. Your face was red and your pupils were wide. Your nipples were hard and visible through your shirt. Your shorts were pulled down, with your panties to the side, revealing your slick cunt. Nate cupped your wetness and for a minute he contemplated starting to fuck you right then and there. But one look at your concerned face was enough to stop him right in his tracks. If he was gonna do this, at least you had to enjoy it. So he pulled your arms closer to himself instead and squeezed them a bit too hard, causing you to drop whatever you were holding. First, he reached for your phone to check if you were on call with someone. What he saw was more surprising. You were listening to an audiobook about a steamy romance between a girl and her stepbrother. Your own stepbrother took pleasure in leaning down to where you were and whispering the synopsis in your ear in a low voice. He could practically feel your heartbeat against him and he knew that you were feeling his hardon. Then he retreated back and grabbed the second item you had been holding. It was a necklace that he had seen you wearing a couple of times, the long shape of the pendant always perplexing him. And all this time it had been a vibrator. This just got a lot more interesting

‘’Promise to be quiet and I won’t snitch on you,’’ Nate said and retreated his hand from your mouth. But as soon as you began explaining he pressed the vibrator right against your clit.

‘’Naaaateee’’ you moaned unexpectedly and just let him do it, chasing your pleasure. After all, there was nothing wrong with him simply holding your sex toy against you. It was taboo at best. As long as that was all your stepbrother did it would be fine. But of course Nate had other plans. He put two fingers inside of you, fuck you were so tight and clenching around him. For a second he didn’t move them because you were so tense, so he focused the vibe on your clit until you opened up for him. 

‘’Please, be gentle. It’s too much.’’. He slowed down his pace, almost pulling them out of you entirely.

‘’Should I stop then,’’ he asks as he’s barely touching you. You just shake your head, too shy to actually say it. 

‘’Keep going, I just wanna cum, make me.’’ you clench against him, and thrust, fucking yourself on his fingers. He trails the vibrator against your opening, coating it in your juices and then brings it back to its place. He then speeds up his fingers inside of you, thrusting in and out and curling them up. After a couple minutes you cum.

You’re so dazed that you just close your eyes and pant. For a few minutes you don’t feel anything but pleasure. And then you realize he’s teasing your opening with the tip of his penis. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth,and you’re about to protest when he kisses you and thrusts inside of you.

You thrashed around like a woman possessed hushedly whispering ‘’no’’ and ‘’stop’’.

He pressed his body against you and thrusts again, chasing his pleasure.

‘’Nate, it hurts, this is my first time.’’ you say. You still haven’t gotten used to his size or his tempo. So he stops for a moment and moves slowly, filling you out completely. Then pulling it out almost to the end. He does this a couple more times, until you say ‘’okay, give me more.’’. Apparently that’s all you need to say for him to go absolutely feral. He spreads your legs further and lifts them by your head. Then he moves in the space in between them and starts shallowly thrusting. You cum and he doesn't stop. He comes and he doesn’t stop. You feel his seed inside you, hot and sticky as he thrusts a couple more times. He then rolls down to the floor for a few minutes. Once he’s regained his breath he takes you in his arms in a bridal carry and gets you up the stairs to his room, his cum dripping down your legs. So much for family bonding

#nate jacobs #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs imagine #nate jacobs smut #euphoria x reader #euphoria smut #stepcest cw

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Cherry bomb - Murray Bauman x reader

You obsessively checked your bus schedule. Even though you had practically had the Greyhound timetables memorized, you still had to look at them. If you missed it, there was no way to get to your destination on time. After all, the saying was that all roads lead back to Rome, not to Indiana. Well, somehow your road returned you to your parents house in Hawkins. You did your best to be apart from them. When people at your university asked you why, you listed off the usual need for freedom. There was no point in trying to explain how your small town was suffocating you, with its sameness. So when the only job you managed to land was in Hawkins, you began questioning all your choices. Only if you studied harder, had a better CV, or simply applied to more jobs, you'd be in a different predicament. Only thinking about all that was giving you a headache, so you went to the bathroom, splashed some water on your face and took an Advil. That's how you boarded your bus and slept through your entire 4-hour journey.

Of course, at the Hawkins stop, your parents were already waiting for you. Your dad carried your bag to the car, and your mom showered you with questions throughout the entire ride home. You ate dinner with them. Noted how it was good to be back. Faked a few yawns and said you were gonna have an early night after your long journey. In actuality, you stayed up until you could hear the heavy snores coming from your parents bedroom. That was your cue to sneak out, tiptoeing to the front door. So, there you were, in your pajamas, behind your next door neighbor's house. The lot had always been abandoned, in a shabby condition after the original owner had left. It was never sold, never offered to renters, so that's what made it a perfect hideout. That's why you always visited it and stashed a couple of things during your every visit. You were sure you had hid it all under a loose floorboard on the back patio and then someone shone a flashlight right at you. A male voice said :

''My, my, what a pretty deer I've caught. If it's looking for that bottle of vodka, it's long gone, I found it on my 2nd day here. I also condemn underage drinking, so you can get off my lawn.''

''Please, turn that off and I'll explain everything.'' you replied. To your surprise, he obliged. All you could do was to apologize obsessively, tell him you lived next door (bad move), and telling him how you used to come here all the time. Maybe your new neighbor just wanted to sleep because all he said back was a punchy joke how ''he finally wasn't the only weirdo in the neighborhood'' and to ''go home and get some sleep, kiddo''. And despite the weirdness of the night, you went home and did just that.

The next day, you were up bright and early, despite it being a Saturday. You were raiding the pantry when your mom walked in with grocery bags. With a ''you're up early'' and a ''come here'' motion, you were stacking your shelves and filling your fridge, your suburban nightmare. You were just about to rip open a box of cookies when she lightly slapped your hand away. Giving a confused look, you soon received your explanation.

''You see, honey we have a new neighbor. He just moved here a week ago, and I haven't gotten to welcoming him. So we should bring him these.'' your mother said motioning to the plate of cookies.

''These are store bought'' you deadpanned. As if to change that, she put them in the microwave for a few seconds, muttering about how you basically can't tell the difference. ''What he doesn't know won't hurt him'' she added and scolded you for almost spilling the milk you were chugging. So within a few minutes, your mom was ringing the doorbell of the strange man, whose property you had trespassed on. You were by her side, to showcase two thirds of your nuclear family. Finally, the door was open, and your mom started her ''speech''

''Hi, we're your next door neighbors. We decided to bring you these, as a little welcome gift.'' she finished and thrust the plate forward.

The man, which you were looking up and down, took it and outstretched his hand for a handshake. While you were focusing on how soft his touch felt, he said.

''Thank you. I'm Murray Bauman. I work for the Holland family, helping them find their daughter, Barb.''

''Such a tragedy.'' your mom muttered and you nodded solemnly.

''Actually miss, could you stay behind so I could ask you a few questions. It'll only take a few minutes. '' he reassured and you stepped in, while your mom eyed you, yet still walked away. To Murray's credit he did ask you about Barb. After recalling the few times you had babysat her and then you lending her your SAT prep books, you were off the hook.

''Please don't mention anything to them.'' you added

''Don't worry, I doubt they would be overjoyed that I was up in the middle of the night with their precious little offspring, who was dressed in a silk nightgown.''

''It's satin.''

''I'll look at it better next time.'' he countered.

''Wait, so there will be a next time?'' you asked.

''I may be a PI, but I'm not the law. You can keep stashing your stuff here. Just don't make it a habit. And maybe leave something for me from time to time.''

That night, it's a tradeoff. A thank you note and 20 dollars from you. Your mom's cookie plate from him. She doesn't question how it made its way to your bedroom when she notices it the next day. From then on, you carefully dropped off things quickly and rushing off back home. You were leaving things like jewelry that was too expensive. A calling card for a hairdresser the town over. Mini bar sized bottles of vodka (that he had to put in the fridge). Over time you got braver. You'd bring in a pack of Marlboro's that you shared, talking and him laughing at your cough. Sometimes you'd smuggle things in for him. Old Hawkings newspapers with articles about Barb, that she got an elderly neighbor. Old yearbooks, thanks to the grace of being a teacher's pet back in the day.

Sometimes you'd joke with him too. Leaving conspiracy theory books, annotated with things like ''Maybe Barb ran off with Big Foot? I mean who wouldn't want a hairy, 6 foot man?'' Then followed the porn magazines. Once you taped a polaroid of yourself in a bathing suit to the back of a Playboy with the note ''In case none of these girls are your type.'' Murray, like a juvenile, had drawn devil horns and a mustache on you and left it in the spot where the magazine had been. Truly, he had wished to keep it, though he tried to convince it did nothing. You were just a little vixen, trying to get with an older man, so you could brag to your college friends. At least you hadn't left him with a lingerie shot. But on Saturday, it almost was. You jumped from the open window, with a bag in hand. Once you pulled out a blue sparkly crop top and matching pants, he understood you couldn't get away with leaving the house like that.

He turned around as you changed and asked you questions like ''was it a boy'' and relaxed when you said it was just your best friend. You were going to pop in before dinner to change back. You asked him to turn back around and tell you if he liked it. Before he could say some generic nice comment, he really looked at you. You were wearing a fucking thong. Murray could see himself tearing those pants off, the flimsy stitching would split at the seams. Instead of doing something like that, he sent you off with a ''have fun'' and took a long cold bath. Then he busied himself with prepping for your return, setting out your clothes on a hanger, getting you gum and perfume. But nothing could have prepared him for when you returned. Murray listened to you tell him about your friend, and continued on

''An old lady chasticised me and a guy tried to ask me out. Which reminds me, we should go on a date this week.''

''What? Where is this coming from?''

''Well, I couldn't stop talking about you to my friend, so she suggested that we should go out, blabbing on something about partners in crime.''

''So, if she told you to jump off of a bridge, would you do it?''

''No, but she had a point. You're cute, my parents are out of town for a few days, no one's ever taken me out on a proper date, and well I can do a lot worse.''

''Okay, if you manage to figure out a way for us to actually be go out without me ending up on some government watch, I'll do it.''

''It's a date. Will give you the deets tonight.''

Later he just got a menu to a dinner, and a tomorrow, we meet here at 7.30. Murray borrowed the Holland car (he felt quilty about lying to them about his purpose, but who knows, maybe someone in the 24 hour pie restaurant in the next town would have any information on Barb). He found the best outfit he owned and got you a small stuffed animal (easier to explain to your parents than flowers and better than chocolates). At 7.30, you went out and he could see he wasn't the only one that put in effort. You were wearing a black dress, makeup and even heels. Throughout the date you laughed, ate and still had some meaningfull conversations. Despite the age gap, you had the same interest in movies and books. Murray was reassured when you shyly admitted that some of those tastes were developped thanks to your older exes. So you had a type, and you weren't just testing the waters with him. All the doubts he had were erased when you linked your fingers in his as you were exiting the dinner. He insisted that you finish your milkshake before you left the parking lot (I'm not gonna drive while you're holding that, you'll spill it and this poor man's car will smell like ice cream for a month.). You quickly slurped your drink, leaving a bit of whipped cream at the corner of your mouth. He leans in and kisses it off and you kiss him back hungrily. Before this could go any further, he pulls back and speeds out of the pace. You swear he's probably breaking the law in the short distance before he enters Hawkins. Murray slows down, so you can put on your seatbelt and he turns up the radio, so it could pick up the police signals. You don't question how he knows how to do that, just attributing it to his job. And also, when he adjusts it, he trails a hand across your exposed leg, so your thoughts stirr far away. You turn to him, to thank him for the lovely evening and ask what next, when you spot a car in the distance. You quickly duck down, folding your torso in his lap. Murray also turns down his radio and talks briefly to the other driver. You can hear individual words, such as closed, sinkhole, detour. Growing anxious, you burry your face further in his jeans and feel his erection, which gives you an idea. Under your navigation you two make it to Lover's lake.

''Really, this is your detour?''

''It's the other way from the closed road. Plus the police doesn't bother coming here, they'd have to arrest almost everybody in Hawkins.''

''Can I kiss you again?'' Murray asked. You nodded and leaned in. His kiss is gentle and cautuous, while you respond with urgency. Soon, the windows are fogged and the both of you are blushing. Your hands tentatively move from his curls down to the buttons of his shirt. He pulls you closer, until you are practically in his lap. Everything's more intense. Your lips on his neck, leaving lipstick marks. The friction of your underwear against his hardon. When he cups your ass, he sees that you are wearing a thong again. That's his breaking point and he suggest you . You pretend to think, while grinding against his thigh. When you both moan at that, you decide that the time is now. Some other time you'd blow him, watching him clutch the steering wheel. Or tease him by wrapping your hands over both him and the gear stick. Now you wanted some sloppy sex in the back of the car. So you got back in your seat and reached into your purse as he reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. At least the both of you had expected to get lucky tonight. Murray and you both pocketed the condoms, for ''a potential round 2''. You got in the back seat and he got on top of you. He frantically kissed you, pulling down the top of your dress and palming and sucking on your breasts. You explained how you couldn't wear a dress like this with a bra, in between moans and gasps for more. He leaves you wanting just that as he moves his fingers to your pussy and rubs your clit. Seeing how needy and wet you are, he pumps his finger inside of you. Though he would love to drag it out and test how sensitive you are and how many orgasms you can take, he can't ignore the twitching of his cock any longer.

You watched him take off his jeans and boxers and then roll on the condom onto his lenght. He enters you in one swift move and you moan. He lifts your hips higher, until they meet him and thrust again. He's so deep inside of you and it feels better than anything else. He starts setting up a pace that's fast and rough. Sometimes your more unexperienced lovers would do the same, moving their hips like a jackhammer, chasing after their pleasure rather than yours. But with Murray, it was the opposite. Every thrust was still calculated and he was hitting a spot inside you that made you moan, scratch his back and wrap your legs around him. You were sure that the car would be rocking by now. He slows down a bit, in order to not come too fast. He presses his forehead against yours and starts leaving hickeys down on your chest like a juvenille. After leaving a sizeable mark, he starts again. At this point, you can't hold back any longer and come, squeezing around him. He follows suit soon, after a few deep thrusts. Even though he throws the condom out of the window, there's still a prominent wet spot under you and also the smell of sex.

''So, after all this I don't think that spilling my milkshake would be that bad, in retrospect.'' you say, cracking a joke before snuggling into Murray and drifting off to sleep.

Taglist; @shawtyhadthemapplebottomjeans @ihatelettuce

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #stranger things x you #murray #murray bauman #stranger things smut #murray bauman x reader

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Yoooo! I just read your Murray x Reader fic and I LOVED it! I was wondering if you’d be up for writing anything more like that? I have no specific request in mind, just Murray 😌

Murray lives in my head rent free, so I'll definitely write for him again. I'll make sure to tag you in it

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Meet him on the main line - Murray Bauman x reader

A/ N : I love this lil bald man and it's a crime there isn't a bunch of more content for him. Also, this was written on crunch time, cause season 4, so it's short and unbetad. Enjoy nonetheless.

You were typing up the perfect scene, your fingers moving rapidly over the keys, when you heard a sharp knock.  With a groan you tried to ignore it, not needing whatever distraction was on the other side of your door. And besides, wasn't it a little late for visitors? Whoever it was, it was incessant. Opening the door, you said

"Look I really don't wanna learn more about our lord and savior, thank you.".

But instead of Mormon leaders, you came face to face with a man you've never seen before.

"Murray Bauman, private investigator", he introduced himself, also adding "and I'm not here to tell you about Jesus."

"Well, why are you here, Mr. Bauman? I don't suppose you were just passing by the neighborhood?" You said, playing on the fact that you lived just on the edge of town.

"I have a few questions, regarding the disappearance of Barbara Holland."

"Well, then come on in. I'd be happy to help, it's terrible, what happened to the poor girl." After inviting him in, you fretted around, added a few throw pillows to the couch and fixed two cups of coffee. You blamed all those boring etiquette books you were forced to read back in the day. That and your inability to mask how nervous you were to meet his gaze. Nonetheless you sat on the other side of the investigator and motioned him to start. "How does a previously well known journalist from the Hawkins Post end up writing cheap romance novels? " he said, taking out one of your paperbacks from his pocket.

"And how does that tie-in with a missing teenager?", you asked.

"Well, you see, when I was inspecting missis Holland's room I found quite a few of your titles in there. So I began to wonder how she got a hold of them." he persisted.

"There's a thing called a bookstore, I believe there's your answer. I mean, a teenage girl with a few romance books, I wouldn't say it's groundbreaking."

"There were additional books that she was keeping under her mattress. Barbara was reading The first thrill, The friendship agreement and Confusion." "These are particularly steamy. I don't know how she got away with buying them."

"I don't know how you got away with publishing them."

"It wasn't easy, let me tell you. At first they refused to print what they called "worthless smut". So I began to send out the manuscripts to housewives. I had to cut the pages and bind them into old cookbooks, home decor guides, sewing pattern books. And on the last page I had written down the number of the publishing house, urging the readers to phone them to ask about the book. So everytime those suburban moms received a package from me, my publicist received a call from them. The rest was easy. "

" The more time I spend here, the more I realize how fascinating you are."

Even though you were blushing, you said "Flattery won't get you far, Murray."

"You're right. I should go, sorry for interrupting." He replied, motioning to the page still sitting in your typewriter.

You wanted to see him leave, just to make sure that he wouldn't do something insane like rummage trough your trash.  So you sat on your porch, watching him start the car. He turned the key a couple times, but it only made screeching sounds. You continued to stare as he got out, popped the hood, swore and even kicked the front bumper. "Guess you still haven't bled the Hollands dry, judging by that fiasco. Come on, I'll be a good Samaritan and let you spend the night. The couch you interrogated me better be comfy enough for you."

You tried to pretend he wasn't there tried to write, despite him turning on the TV, playing music, calling the police station with his hottest "tips". At some point you noticed that the same sentence was written 3 consecutive times. That's when you gave up and sat next to him.

"In the mood to talk, are we?" Murray asked.

" No. But I'm in the mood to draw some inspiration from myself. So which book did you like the most?"

"The first thrill. It seemed the most realistic."

"That's because it was somewhat based on my college experience. It's the right amount of fact and fantasy."

"I bet I can guess which is which."

"You're on, Bauman. In fact, we can make it a game and get a little drunk. I don't know about you, but I won't be able to sleep tonight, thanks to that coffee I served us."

You quickly zipped to the fridge and brought out 4 mini vodka bottles.

"What did you do, raid a hotel mini bar?"

"It's research, my main character drinks vodka and I'm trying to find out which one tastes the best."

"Stolichnaya. Now, are there any rules I should know?"

"I quote a passage. You tell me if it's fact or fantasy. You get it right- I drink. You mess up- you drink. First up, is the "loosing her virginity in a dorm room bed." from page 89."

"Fantasy, it's too cliché to be true."

"You're right. I got my first kiss in a dorm room bed and lost my virginity in the guy's off campus apartment. Next up, sleeping with a teacher, page 137."

"I can already see it, you an ex-high school nerd, wanting to prove yourself. But the difference is, these people are actually smart. After all it isn't easy to be an English literature major. Assignments keep pilling up. Life on your own is tough. You need a deadline extension. Your professor is really strict. Maybe he's just pent up? And you can help with that. All for a few days more on that George Orwell paper."

"Unfortunately, its just a fantasy. But you're surprisingly good at this. Wanna be my co-author for the next one?"

"I prefer to be the muse." He said, cockily.

"Oh." Was all you could muster.

Following that was a question about you liking glasses, which he got wrong and one about getting caught in public, which he got correct.

"Well, a draw is a nice way to end the evening, isn't it? Now get off the couch, I wanna sleep." Murray said.

"Draw? I beat you. You drank your vodka first."

"We never set any rules. I drank 2, you drank 2. So, it's a draw."

"Okay, let's continue this. Strip poker style. As an incentive to keep playing."

"And is that supposed to motivate me or you?" He asked. After muttering something about him being too cocky and asking if he wanted to keep playing, you finally started the game.

After a few rounds about spanking, speaking foreign languages during sex, multiple orgasms and petnames, you were down to your bra and underwear. Murray wasn't in a better position, sitting opposite you in a tank top and boxers combo. But fate was not on your side. You asked about the sleeping with a stranger scene near the end of the book. Judging by what was happening right now, you hoped that he would get it wrong. But to your surprise he guessed that it was a fantasy. You unhooked your bra and briefly let the cold air envelop you, before crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"You've gotten yourself in quite the predicament, любимая. What will you do to get yourself out of this one?" He asked, triumphantly. Despite his tone, you could see his erection. Feeling frisky, you decided to make your fantasy a reality.

"I forfeit. You win." You said, as you walked over to him, gently lowered yourself just inches shy from his lap and pressed your forehead against his. 

"Can I claim you as my prize?" He asked.

"Yes." With that he kissed you passionately. Wasting no time, you slid your tongue in his mouth and grinded on his lap. Feeling the hardness of his member, you remembered that you still had a lot to do. Breaking the kiss, you led him to the bedroom, where he began leaving love bites down your neck. He then swirled his tongue around your nipples, sucking and fondling your breasts. 

"You know, our little game also left me with a few questions. We didn't discuss how you like to be touched. I'll have to guess then. I bet you'll enjoy this. " he said before slowly circling your clit with his finger. He continued, pressing down a bit more, so he was rubbing harder. Seeing that you were getting wetter, he decided to tease you a little bit. 

"Let's see how many fingers your pretty little cunt can take. Is it one?" He said, as he slid one finger inside of you. God, you were so warm. And apparently impatient, because you were already moving your hips towards him, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. 

"Greedy little pussy. Guess this isn't enough. You gotta let me know if I'm right, that's the rules.’’

"Yes, give me more, please." With that he slid a second finger in, slightly upping his pace. Curling them inside you, he asked:

"Is that how many you use when you touch yourself?"

"I use three." You admitted shyly. 

"Can I try that?" A nod from you was he needed. He added a third finger, keeping a slow, but consistent pace. Watching you quiet down for a moment, then starting to moan, he asked:

 "It's not too much, is it красавице?" 

"No, I want your cock inside of me, now."

"Patience, дорогоя. Let me see you cum first. Then you'll get everything you want." After a few more thrusts, you were coming undone.

 As you were panting and trying to shimmy yourself out of your underwear in a graceful way, Murray was putting on a condom from the ones on your bedside drawer. 

"Well, you wore me out, сладкая. So do me a favor and ride me for a bit." You complied and positioned him at your entrance. When you lowered yourself on his cock, you could hear him mutter "сука блят". His hands were on your breasts, kneading them softly. Then he slowly moved them to your hips, guiding you on how to take more of him in. Thrusting up and deeper into you almost made you loose your balance. He spanked you for that, the slap on your ass making both of you groan in tandem. You leaned more into him, to scratch his chest in retaliation and he kissed you. He enjoyed how you moaned into his mouth every time he moved his hips up. He felt his climax, approaching, so he had to delay it a little bit. After all, what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't make his partner come more than once. 

"Кукла, let's switch. I wanna see how you like the next one. After all, I learned it from one of your books.". Confusion washed over you, as you obliged. Then it all became clear as he pulled your hips high to meet with his dick. The mating press. You bent your knees to allow him to fully sink into you. After a few thrusts you were coming again, tightening against him. He quickened his pace and spurred on by your orgasm and your desperate moans, he came too. After you freshened up and laid next to each other, he said: 

"When you write about this I want 40 percent of the rights." 

"How about I pay you in this way, loverboy."

"That sounds like an even better deal, любов."

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #murray #murray bauman #murray bauman x reader #stranger things smut

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

JJK headcanons - They catch you having me time

note; aged up characters, nsfw

Yuuji Itadori

You had to go and undergo training in Kyoto for a few months and Yuuji gave you his hoodie as a keepsake

You only wore it on the train there and on special ocassions, because it still had Yuuji's scent on it

The smell was practically making you drowsy, reminding you of all the times he was near you, or cuddling you during a movie night

The idea came to you the second time you wore it, while you were talking to Yuuji on the phone

After he hung up, you folded the hoodie carefully and you were ready to gently put it back in your closet, when the scent hit you

That mixed with the excitement of talking to your friend and long time crush gave you a very perverse thought and you acted quickly upon it

Laying out the hoodie on your pillow, you burried your face in it and your fingers between your legs

You were on your hands and knees, as if you were on top on him, rubbing your clit and letting out laboured breaths

In your focus, you couldn't cover up fast enough when the door opened

Nor could you offer up any kind of explanation to your surprise guest Yuuji as to why you were masturbating with his hoodie

Seemingly, he was just as surprised, because the first thing he said was ''I see you're enjoying your gift''

''I wasn't, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry'' you said, dying of embarasement, crossing your legs to stop your arousal

Noticing that, Yuuji replied ''I can help with that, if you want''

''Yes, please'' was all he needed to walk over you and trail his finger alongside your wetness, slowly putting it inside you

Soon he sets a pace and watches you drool against the pillow

Arching your hips to meet him, you are almost undone,the only sounds in the room being moans and your wetness

That's when he adds a second finger and quickens the pace a bit watching you clench and cum against him

10/ 10 trip, would visit again

Nobara Kugisaki

You were trying to get off for nearly an hour now, and your hand was cramping up,while your clit was still throbbing painfully, so you stopped to think

You needed something more, something inside of you

You were mentally cursing yourself for being too shy to just order a dildo online

That's when your eyes landed on the fancy detangling brush your roommate Nobara gave you, when she saw you used a 100 yen comb on your hair

It had a long and thick sturdy base and you had seen the posts about people using hairbrushes, so you decided to give it a try

To be safe you opened the condoms you got a few years back as a gag gift it was awkward to explain that even if you were solely attracted to women, they can still get a use

After rolling it on, you slid the hairbrush down and slowly inched it inside you

The feeling was amazing, to have your walls clenching around something so big, slowly opening yourself up to more, making you close your eyes

''That's really not how you use that'' Nobara said, startling you

''How did you get in?'' you asked flabergasted

''Your door was open,so I wanted to warn you but it seems like you're in the middle of something''

Embarassed you took out the hairbrush, the wet plop sound it made was enough to make you never wanna speak to your roommate again

She was still at the door, eyes fixed on your wet, glistening cunt ''Don't stop on my account. In fact, wanna let me join''

''What should I do?'' you asked

''First, slowly put it back inside you. Then, well follow my lead'' Nobara said, as she shimmied out of her skirt and panties

She paused for a moment to see your face just as you were starting to fuck yourself and then stradled you, her pussy on your face and her tongue on your clit

''Greedy'' was the last thing she said before licking your sensitive part, while you were still moving the brush to hit that spot inside of you

You were savouring her taste, as she was making you come

Even after you had your much needed orgasm, she didn't pull away, making sure you had another one by the time you got her off

Do you want your brush back or should I keep it?

Nanami Kento

You had commited the worst sin an intern could make after probably bankrupting the company- you had fallen for your supervisor

How could they assign the young attractive, dilfy, employee to the fresh intern, this was straight out of an adult romance book

Repressing your feelings only went so far and you could no longer ignore your urges for the older man

So, late at night, you began touching yourself to the only photo of you him you could find - the one from your messaging app

You trained your eyes on the little circle above the texts to fix the spreadsheets and trailed your hands over your body

Pinching your nipples, squeezing and kneading your breasts, touching your clit, curling a finger inside of yourself

All that made you moan, a mix of sir and Nanami, untill you heard a yes follow the latter

It was unmistakable, your supervisor's voice was coming out of the receiver, the call time reading a few minutes already

You were probably going to get called into HR tomorrow, so why not have a little fun tonight

You continued thrusting your fingers inside of you, saying ''Sir, can you hear how wet I am for you?''

''I wish I could have one of your pens, so it's like you touching me. I wanna know what you want right now.''

After describing unspeakable things about his tie and his desk, Nanami could hear you cum, prompting him to pump his cock faster and doing the same

It was safe to say that you were not fired the next day, nor the day after your mentor fullfilled his promises to you.

#jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori #itadori yūji #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #nanami headcanons #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jjk headcanons #smut headcanons #jjk hcs #smut hcs #kugisaki x you #kugisaki x reader #nobara x you #nobara x reader #nobara smut

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Monster March 1 – Kitsune keep

Getting a mythology degree was practically suicide. Trying to get a mythology degree and doing a six-month exchange program in Japan as a part of it was akin to a death by a thousand cuts. But it was also the opportunity of a lifetime. So you took it. It wasn't like you to be impulsive, but you knew that if you didn't go you would probably never get the chance to.

Thankfully, you had good grades and you were the only one brave or stupid enough to take on a trip to another continent. At first, it was hard to get used to it. With your limited skills of the language, the complicated visa applications and not to mention the nightmarish process of trying to find an apartment. Sometimes you think that you should have listened to your parents and saved yourself the 16-hour flight and a lot of money. But little did you know that you were about to discover a breakthrough to your research. Too bad that you could never ever share it with anyone. Because well, your breakthrough ended up being a lot more not safe for work than you expected. All thanks to a certain mischievous spirit. This is the story of your first supernatural encounter.

 It all started with a regular shrine visit. Well, as long as you consider a perfectly timed and well-considered shrine visit regular. You knew exactly when to visit this shrine because according to the urban legend it would be the key to summoning a kitsune. As a mythology major, you knew how dangerous it would be to try to summon a spirit. But, at the same time, you knew that as a mythology major you would be the most qualifies person to try and summon a spirit. And who knows, maybe you will succeed in meeting an actual mythological creature. This wasn't a regular high school kids in a graveyard with an ouija board experience, you were a professional, well as much of a professional as you could be in summoning spirits. So you stood in front of the inari shrine and waited. That was all you could do because kitsune were such spirits, which would not be keen on appearing very often in the human world. So all you could do was stay there because there was no summoning ritual or anything specific you could do. It was getting late, so you opted for leaving before the shrine closed or you got scolded by the shrine maiden.No luck. So you headed home, with no new scientific breakthroughs. 

At least you had some things to remove from your research papers. You felt a little disappointed, but at the same tie, this wasn't a sure thing, so you also expected failure. Though your colleagues would argue with you that this action would go against the law of attraction, you held the belief that in order to truly understand mythology you also had to have some sense of disbelief. So that's why when you got home you almost gasped. There was a fully-fledged kitsune in your kitchen, making a meal. For a second, you pinched yourself, thinking it was a dream. Then you sat down and watched the spirit cook, your convenience store bag long forgotten. What kind of meal would a kitsune prepare and why would it appear to you now and not at the shrine. You had so many questions, but slowly they disappeared because of the dizzying smell of mushrooms. 

''It's mushroom and miso soup, foreigner'' the spirit answered your unspoken question. 

Could kitsune read minds? Or was this particular one good at following your wondering gaze? You went through all kinds of questions and theories in your head, but you were too anxious to ask anything or try to sneak a photo. You knew that kitsune were capricious spirits, so you might end up banishing the spirit. 

 ''Do you have a bowl, human.'' the kitsune asked. 

Top shelf, left you answered automatically. He poured a generous amount of soup into a bowl and grabbed a spoon from the counter.

 ''Eat up'' the spirit said and you were too scared to refuse. So you started eating the soup. It was the best thing you have ever tasted, it was like liquid sex. You ate and ate, your spoon clinking against the bowl furiously. At the end you ended up slurping the rest, not caring about manners. After finishing the soup you placed the bowl in the sink and began doing your dishes. God, that's why you didn't enjoy cooking, now you had all this cutlery to wash, it was so boring and time-consuming. But at least, you got a pretty good meal out of it. So you would have to bear it. Halfway through you felt a little dizzy. Your stomach was doing somersaults and you were hot all over. You stumbled clumsily to your kitchen chair and began to fan yourself with your hand, and then you noticed that the kitsune was still here. 

 ''Are you staying?'' you managed to ask slowly. You should have been careful about what you wish for.

 ''Careful human, why don't you go and lay down?'' it replied, avoiding your question altogether. ''I'll be fine, let me just get some water.'' you insisted, even though all you wanted was to fall asleep. But you couldn't risk missing the spirit in order to get a few hours of sleep. So you got up and walked over to the sink, but as soon as you tried to turn the know, your knees buckled. You were about to fall over, but you felt the kitsune behind you. Firmly behind you, so close that you could rub against it. And you did, your body moving on its own, overtaken by lust and a sudden desire to mate and to be bred. You had never felt that way, so why here, why not, why with the kitsune. They weren't considered a sexual spirit like a succubus or an incubus, they were just mischievous. Guess that meant that they would want to play a few tricks on you right. So where was the trick? You looked down to your sink, not wanting to face him. Seeing the empty bowl, made you realize that it was your soup.

 ''You drugged my soup.''

''You never know what's in the mushrooms in the forest, well at least you don't, human. To be fair, I knew that these have a certain aphrodisiac effect, but I didn't know that it would be so strong for you. Can't say I'm disappointed, in fact, I think I'll quite enjoy it.'' Though of course, I'm not a monster. If you say stop, I'll stop. And leave you to deal with the effects on your own. They should wear off by the morning.'''

 ''Stay. I want you. I may want you partially because of the sex pollen mushrooms, but there's also a part of me that wants you because this is my only chance to experience something like this. So stay, and make it up to me for tricking me.'' 

''Oh human, I fully intend to do that. Just you wait, I have more than tricks up my sleeve.''

 ''Talk is cheap, how about you show me instead.'' The kitsune quickly undid your pants and pulled them down. Your panties were already soaked, but he didn't waste time in removing them as well. Though his directness stopped there. He rubbed the head of his cock against your opening, and that felt heavenly. He was so close to slipping in you, just teasing you and rubbing your clit. Even though that could almost make you cum, it wasn't enough.

 ''Please, give it to me, I can't take it anymore. Please, put it in.'' you begged. He gave you one last teasing rub against your opening before slipping in. You mewled in pleasure, at the sensation of suddenly being filled. He slowly thrust in you, letting you get used to his length. You couldn't take his rhythm so you took matters into your own hands by thrusting your hips against him. 

 ''That's right, human. Fuck yourself using me. God, you're the perfect onahole. You even summoned me in the shrine, but I couldn't do this on sacred ground. So you'll get fucked right here until you're begging for god.'' And beg you did, from that moment, through your first orgasm of the night and until he filled you up. Though it didn't stop there, you fucked until your legs were unsteady and you couldn't take it anymore. Guess that's how a decade long dry spell felt. You ended up visiting the shrine extensively until you left for home. While you never ended up publishing a great research paper you did publish a novel that was described as ''a fantasy erotica travel guide'' which had a huge success in Japan. You were invited to a book signing in Kinokuniya, and of course, after you would visit the inari shrine, which you had dubbed the kitsune keep.

#kitsune #kitsune x reader #terato #terat0philliac #monster fucker #monster x reader #monster x human #monster x you

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Sure, Jan- Jan Sport x reader

You knew that dating a drag queen would have it's difficulties. What you didn't know was that your significant other's dream - getting on drag race - would become your nightmare. Jan was away for months. Long, frustrating, lonely months. You missed everything about your partner - their voice, their energy, their touch most of all, surprisingly that was the hardest for you. You had become so dependant on your significant other that you couldn't get off without them. Going from having sex at least twice a week to not having sex at all was tough for you. You had tried all sorts of methods to masturbate, to the point where your bedside drawer looked like a sex store. Yet you still couldn't orgasm, no matter how you tried to break the dry spell. And no Hitachi wand or bullet vibe could help you out. So you decided to wait.

  And you waited. You waited until your partner was back from the show. But then it was if hurricane Jan had hit New York. You've never seen your lover so dejected, so crushed, so frustrated. So you neglected your needs to take care of them , to reassure them of their value and to help them produce some content. You knew your partner was back, when they kissed you. Shamefully basically their every touch turned you on, leaving you so wet during the day that by the time you cuddled up to them, your panties were soaked. But the kisses, the kisses were something else. The kisses were a sign that they wanted you too and if they had pulled you flush against their body , you would have felt their hard - on against you, with it's throbbing heat. But unbeknownst to you, your partner had been preparing something special for you. You see they had noticed how much of an effect they had on you and they noticed that you just seemed to suppress your urges. Luckily for you, soon enough you wouldn't have to do that for much longer , soon enough they would show you just what you hadn't been getting. "You know, I really missed you while I was away." Was an innocent statement. What wasn't innocent about it is how your partner whispered it in your ear, their voice husky and seductive. You squirmed in your lover's lap as they kissed a line from your ear down your neck. What you didn't expect was them to flip you into your back and basically tackle you against the couch , as you were a pair of horny young lovers who couldn't keep their hands off of each other before getting to the bedroom. Which in all fairness, you were. Especially when Jan reattached their lips to your ear and whispered. "All those lonely nights in that hotel room I was thinking of you. And how much I missed you. And how much I wanted you to be there with me. I could fucking ravage you on that king bed. Have you biting the pillow, clawing at the sheets, maybe even have the bed creaking so loud we would get some of the other guests complaining. Wouldn't you like that, babe?" All you could manage were needy whimpers and moans as you felt their leg press against your wetness. You couldn't even manage to roll your hips, so you could rut against them, dry humping and desperate. All you could do was lay there and wait for your partner to please you like a fucking pillow princess. Though your lust got the best of you when you tried to palm their erection, though your wrists were caught and raised above your head. "Shhh, let me take care of you first. Then we'll see.". You let your partner spread your legs and take off your panties. Normally you'd protest and insist that you take it to the bedroom, but now you didn't mind shacking up right on the couch. "I don't know what to do with you. I wonder should I fuck you." they said, and in record speed, they had their pants and boxers of, the head of their cock rubbing against your opening. They trailed their length from your clit to your hole, seeing how much you were enjoying it. But they knew just how and when to fuck you, so they would leave that for another day, though teasing you right now seemed to be the best tactic to bring you a mind blowing orgasm that you'd remember, that would make up for all the time you were apart. So they pulled away, ticking their cock away in their boxers, much to your dismay and whimpers of please babe, just fuck me.

"No, how about fingering you?" . They didn't wait for an answer before rubbing your clit, making sure you were wet enough before they did anything. Of course, you were dripping and they noticed that. So your partner slipped a finger inside of you, and God you were so soft and set, they had to stop themselves from abandoning their plans and absolutely ravishing you until you were begging to be filled by their cock. But, as always they kept their eyes on the prize. Jan alternated between rubbing your clit and fingering you. You felt them thrust deep inside of you , you were just about to cum when.

"You know what? I'll eat you out instead. But before that, tell me what you want." They said, while taking their fingers out to rub your clit painstakingly slowly. It couldn't push you over the edge, but it could definitely keep up your mood.

"Please, I want to cum, please I haven't came in so long."

"Who can make you feel this good?" They asked, already kissing up your things.

"You, you and only you , you're the only one who can make me feel this good." You said as, they still rubbed your clit, their motions getting faster with your every word. But before you could say I'm gonna they started eating you out. Their tongue laid flat against your opening, then they placed a chaste kiss against your clit, before putting their tongue inside of you. You could call your partner a cunning linguist, as they were so good at oral, that you enjoyed it more than regular sex. In most of your fantasies where you were trying to orgasm by yourself, you imagined that it was Jan who was eating you out. Though even in your fantasies you didn't see what was going to happen next. Your significant other had lifted your lower half up, so your legs were around their shoulders and continued to thrust their tongue inside of you. The new angle made everything feel so much better, you were ready to cum.

"Please don't stop, I'm gonna come , I'm coming." As your orgasm hit you, you felt it so much more intense, the pressure that had been building up for months finally released. You partner didn't stop until after you had relaxed. When they pulled away from you, they asked

"Did you just squirt?" You looked at the big wet spot on the front of their shirt, then you felt yourself still dripping on the couch.

"Guess I did. Good job." You raised your arm up for a high five and your partner instinctively gave you one, then both of you laughed at the moment. You looked down in subtle embarrassment and notice that they are still hard."Let me take care of you." You said and knelt before your partner, taking off their jeans and boxers. Their cock sprang up at you and you guided it in between your breasts. If Jan had learned some new tricks, then it was time for you to show them what you had up your sleeve, or more accurately up your shirt.You gave them a show of squeezing your nipples while moving your tits around their cock, and soon enough they were coming, the sperm all over your breasts.You could feel some of it drip on the carpet as your chest heaved up and down.

"Now we won't only have to replace the couch cushions, we'll have to do the carpet as well."

"I'll do you on the carpet as well. Though for now let's just go to bed and we'll worry about the furniture tomorrow."

#jan sport #jan sport x reader #jan x reader #drag queen x reader #drag queen smut

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Oh my God, they were roommates - Morgan McMichaels x reader

This was requested by the lovely @askforimagineoroneshot​

Being in love with someone was rational. Being in love with someone for almost 2 decades was irrational. Being in love with your best friend was rational. Being in love with your gay best friend was irrational. Being in love with your gay best friend for almost 2 decades was the most maddening and irrational thing ever. Yet you couldn't help it. It all started, as all maddening and irrational things do in LA. You had just turned 18 and planned to move there to get your big start or at least a decent paying 9 to 5 job. You weren't that sure what you wanted from life, after all who was at your age, but you were very sure that if you wanted to survive in this city without draining both yours and your parents' bank account you would need to find a roommate. So that's how you found Thomas, the perfect person to share your apartment and your rent with. He was the same age as you, always paid on time, and didn't throw too many parties. The fact that he was handsome didn't hurt and for the first few months you thought that something might happen between the two of you , after all you were both single and you lived together, but those fantasies lasted until he revealed his job. Thomas was perhaps the only person who knew what they wanted to do at 18, and they were pursuing their career for probably the rest of their life. And that career was female impersonation, aka being a drag queen. And you were one of the first people to support him in that endeavor. Your support was the basis of your friendship. That support continued when he did drag with Mayhem and with Chad, when he got on drag race and after that. Now even though the show was in the past , you still supported Thomas and well Morgan. But little would you know, the future had other plans for you. You two were in your apartment,the same one you first moved in, miraculously, when his phone rang. He took the call and you could see a mixture of confusion and excitement on his face. As soon as he hung up he let out a shrill scream and before you could ask what's wrong he enveloped you in his arms and spun you around, placing a kiss on your lips. 

Truth is despite the circumstances, you had shared quite a few kisses with Thomas. Little pecks on New Year's, when you were both single and the clock hit 12, pretend kisses when someone wouldn't stop hitting on you at a bar and your roommate had to become your boyfriend for a bit, staged make out sessions to shock the crowd at his drag performances, all that. Those kisses were one of the reasons you still harboured a crush on him. A crush was such a silly word for wanting a relationship with someone for so long, yet you know that if you called it by it's proper name - love, it would become more real. And it was already more real that you wanted it to be. You helped him prepare for drag race and waited. Thomas came back and didn't tell you anything about it, saying it'll spoil the fun of watching it together. But after being friends for so long, you could read him like a book, but you chose to ignore the message written that conveyed that All Stars 3 wasn't that great. Your suspicions were confirmed early on, the 1st episode even. You almost cried and you barely could make it through untucked. So when Thomas sent you a link to what you packing , you were beyond confused. Why would he want you to see his elimination once again, to be reminded of it. Yet you clicked the link and began watching. When Michelle asked what you were doing when you were doing when you got the call for all stars, you expected to know the answer. But what Morgan said shocked you. "I screamed. Then I kissed my best friend. Then I realised that I was in love with them. And then I wondered what to pack." The sentence was the best thing you've ever heard. So immediately you rushed into Thomas' room and said "I love you too. Always have, always will." You didn't give him time to reply before you were next to him on the bed,kissing him. It was nothing like the chaste peck you had shared, this kiss was filled with love, passion, repressed feelings and a fair share of tongue. When you pulled away, Thomas said.

"You know, if I knew that you felt the same way I would've said something earlier and we wouldn't have spent so much time beating around the bush and being content with little kisses here and there."

"Those were intentional?"

"How have I been living with the most clueless person in LA for the past 20 years."

"I don't know but I've been living with the worst hint giver for the same amount of time."

"That's not a word."

"Shut up and kiss me, smartass"

#morgan mcmichaels #morgan mcmichaels x reader #drag queen x reader