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Light my blunt you little bitch

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Is Water Wet?

👇🏻(im not sure but i know who is)👇🏻

Butch Wolverine x Butch Deadpool Smut

Summary: After Wade and Logan win and underground boxing match they go out for drinks to celebrate. Wade gets a little too friendly with the bartender. Things get heated while washing the tramps scent off Wade.

Word Count: 1.0k+

(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)

TW: Fingering, Shower Sex, Scent Kink, Jealousy

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“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“What’s up your ass, we literally won,” Wade said, shoving the bundle of bills into her pocket. 

“Maybe we won because you bribed a bottle girl,” she scoffed, slouching back in her seat and ashing her cigar out the window. 

“Oh my god are you fucking kidding me? What do- you honestly think that low of me?” She said, adjusting how she was sitting to face the driver's side.

“No, but I do think about other people’s intentions when they fuck with you. It was obvious that she was coming on to you and I expect you not to entertain shit like that!” Logan said, roughly switching gears. 

“You’re acting like I was flirting with her or some shit, I was just being friendly. She was severing me, was I supposed to treat her like trash? If I didn’t interact with every person who found me attractive my vocal cords would atrophy!” She said, grabbing her bag and storming out of the car after Logan parked. 

Logan followed, slamming the door while getting out. Wade was a few feet in front of her and once again she caught that fucking scent again. Cheap perfume and Marlboro cigarettes; fuck, it was choaking her out. Maybe it was because she was intoxicated herself but it was really starting to get to her. Watching her mad little walk, swaying her hips and walking faster than usual. Logan had to fight back the primal urge of chasing her.

Like her brain was becoming foggier by the second. Her heart was racing and her chest wasn’t the only place she could feel it. Claws slowly starting to inch out, having to shake her hands to get them retracted. Wade came into the apartment first and set her bag on the carpet. Logan came in behind and grabbed her by the waist. Walking both of them into the bathroom; ignoring her confused protests and complaints.

Cutting on the hot water and practically ripping the shower curtain off the pole. Treating Wade’s clothes with the same disposable mindset and cutting through them; making everything easier to pull off. Logan hated that she was so insecure about her skin being scared. Especially when her skin is so soft and silky. She lifted Wade into the shower, not bothering to take her own clothes off before stepping in herself. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Wade screamed, tired of being ignored. 

“I can’t stand that cunt’s smell on you,” Logan finally admitted. 

This left Wade feeling speechless, looking into her wild eyes as she ran her hands over her body. Still fully clothed and letting the water soak down herself. At first her hands were frantically rubbing the smell off her arms. It saddened Wade to see how upset and jealous she’d actually made her. Brought a guilty feeling into her heart for egging her on in the car. She slowly started taking off Logan's clothes. Stripping down to nothing and embracing her; pushing all her wet hair from her face. 

“You’re so cute I love you and I’m sorry,” Wade said, pressing kisses into her cheek. 

“I didn’t like it…” she said, looking down at her.

Logan connected their lips together, pulling her as close as possible against her body. The water rushed down from the facet making the kiss sloppy. Their lips sliding together while their tongues fought for dominance. Logan grabbed the back of her knee and used her body to back her up against the wall. Wade arched her back and hissed feeling the cold wet tile against her bare skin. Logan was pressing her weight against Wade, her free leg was on its tippy toes.

Giving her little to no stability or control. Without wasting any time, she began to trace her finger along her slit. Letting out a grunt when feeling how wet she was. Her sex completely swollen and exposed; just fucking begging to be played with. Dipping her middle finger inside, loving how her silky walls immediately tightened around them. Instead of beginning to pump her fingers in and out, she starts curling and spreading. Burying her digits knuckle deep into her leaking pussy.

Wade was whining and groaning from pleasure, pressing her open mouth against Logan’s shoulder. Trying to buck her hips up against her fingers. Her own sex was throbbing, she couldn’t get enough of teasing Wade. Getting her at the limit of hot and bothered but not enough to fully ignite. Pushing her to the point of incoherently rambling about how bad she needed her. She was now fully pounding into her entrance, kissing her neck while she fell apart. 

“Please let me finger you all night,” Logan growled in her ear.

She couldn’t stop her hips from involuntarily bucking up. Rutting pointlessly into the side of her body, watching her facial expressions twist from pleasure. She was feeling so overwhelmed and intoxicated by Wade she wanted to cry in frustration. Like she had so much love and attraction for her that it could spill over in so many different emotions; lust, jealousy, protectiveness, euphoria, vulnerability. Even though she could barely focus on anything while being finger fucked, Wade was running her hands all over Logan. Brushing the hair and water out of her face, raking her nails down her back. 

She runs her index finger over Logan’s bottom lip before pushing it inside. The water was running down her face, keeping her eyes shut but she eagerly started sucking and biting at her finger. This sent Wade over the edge; making her hips start to frantically thrust against her hand. Repeating ‘im gonna cum’ over and over again in between gasps and moans. 

Shivering as she came from a mixture of the now cold water on her and the pure ecstasy she was feeling; pussy convulsing and pulsating around her fingers. Practically mewling while digging her nails into her back. Riding out her climax, letting her body fall against Logan’s after she was done. She let her knee go allowing her to stand; her legs immediately buckled which did nothing but flatter Logan. Wrapping her in a towel before making their way to the bedroom for the night.

🌸 A|N 🌸

(I know I used the same pronouns for both of them a lot. I tried to use their names as much as I could to distinguish who was doing what action. Sorry, i'll work on that moving forward; thanks for reading!)

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Everything & The Kitchen Sink

Butch Wolverine x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Logan promised to come home early from the bar after her shift. You make dinner and get ready only for her to come home late and drunk. This some how leads to the two of you tribbing on the counter.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Fingering, Tribbing, Nipple Play, Squirting

(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)

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You were cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner. Logan was supposed to be home over an hour ago, she was working as a bouncer at a local bar. She promised you she’d come straight from work, you’d spent all day preparing for just that. Cleaning the entire apartment, did all the laundry, made dinner, ect. Took a long shower, exfoliated and moisturized. You already wrapped her plate up and stored it in the microwave. Preoccupying yourself by watching TV until you fall asleep. 

Logan carefully unlocked the door and saw you laying so still and statuesque. In comparison to what she sees at the bar all day you truly looked like an angel. The light of the television casting on you like you were glowing. She was past tipsy but not staggering or anything, she liked seeing how peaceful you were; knowing that once you woke up it’d be a completely different story. She opened the microwave and started salivating, it was her favorite. Baked potato with sour cream and chives, corn on the cob, two slabs of steak cooked medium rare, grilled shrimps and roasted carrots. 

It looked so amazing she didn’t bother heating it back up. Stuffing her face, only using utensils when she had too. She hadn’t eaten anything before or during work and drank on an empty stomach. It was like the plate was fucking glowing. Lighting the cigar she had tucked behind her ear. Too drunk to care that she was sparking up inside. She came over to you and ran her finger along your bare thigh. Wearing her tee shirt and the band of your panties peeking out. 

“Mmhm, you’re so soft,” she grumbled to herself, letting her calloused hand run up and down your skin. Stirring you awake and gently letting her body fall on top of yours. You were starting to stir awake, remembering how late Logan was. You push against her shoulders but she doesn’t care. Continuing to kiss your neck and grope your chest. The liquor and burnt smell of the cigar coming from her breath only reminded you of her loyalty to the bar. 

“You’re late,” you huffed, sitting up and trying to get out of her grip.

“Was a late night baby,” she mumbled.

“And you're drunk,” you said, successfully wiggling out of her grip. Picking up the coat she let drop on the floor when coming home. Logan took this opportunity to grip your hips and thrust herself against you. 

“So?” she laughed, pulling at the waistband of your panties and letting them snap against your skin. Entertained by how you jumped and squealed when the elastic hit you.

“I waited for a long time… I was all excited and you left me waiting..” you trail off. It sober her up a bit, knowing that you had waited for her while she lollygagged at the bar. Logan didn’t realize how much her company meant to you. Probably due to her own insecurity but she missed seeing the way she undervalued herself was affecting you. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her chest. 

“I should have come right home. I’m sorry,” she said, kissing the top of your head. 

“It’s okay, I know you have a lot going on. Just promise for next time,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I’m glad you ate,” you said, noticing her dishes on the counter. 

Logan wasn’t paying attention anymore, now completely focused on running her hands down your body. She couldn’t get your smell out of her nose and it was starting to affect her self control. You were oblivious to how worked up she was becoming, Instead being off in your own little world. As much as you hated her cigar habit, the smell was somewhat comforting now as much as you complained about it. Sometimes you’d avoid washing the smoke smell off hoodies and pillow cases. You moved your hands up to her hair, brushing the loose stands out of her face. Eventually running your nails down her arms, you could feel the goosebumps form; her body hair standing somewhat making you giggle. 

She was breathing hard, especially when you looked up at her. Big doe-eyes staring up at her, eyelashes fluttering and hair messy from your nap. Logan smashed her mouth against yours, bringing her hands up to cup your face. Pressing herself against you, pinning your body to the kitchen island. Her thumbs rubbing your face as you work your tongues together. It was sloppy and getting more heated by the minute. She grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. Her eyes damn near boggling while watching the recoil of your breast from being sat down so hard. 

She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over your head, exposing your chest. Seeing her so animalistic and feral was making your stomach feel inflamed. A deep blush covering your face and neck while wetness starts to drip down your folds; Logan herself felt a heartbeat in her jeans. Your noses were pressed together and you could smell the whiskey on her breath. Normally it would bother you but it was undeniable that when Logan was drunk she didn’t hold back during sex. Normally she was more gentle, enjoying giving you pleasure. The liquor made her more brutish and unfiltered and it was so fucking hot. 

Hearing all the filth that slipped past her lips that normally went unheard due to her shyness. Using her strength against you, biting down on your soft skin with brutal force. Logan pecked your lips before moving down to your chest. Taking one of your nipples into her mouth and starts sucking and flicking her tongue. You ran your fingers through her hair and moaned loudly. Arching your back and balling your fists up in her hair. Your legs immediately begin to tremble from the pleasure. So sensitive from the anticipation that has been building in your belly all day. Resting your lips on the top of her head while groaning and whimpering into her hair. She pulled your panties to the side and used her middle finger to feel around your folds. 

Smearing your wetness all over your lips before pushing two fingers into your entrance. She was completely zoned out, having your tit in her mouth while curling and pumping her fingers in and out of you. Any time she nips at the senstative bud you tighten yourself around her fingers; only encouraging her to do it more. Your walls felt so velvety against her digits. She broke out of her daze and pulled away from you slightly to see your face and God what a sight it was. You were completely red in the face, practically panting trying to catch your breath. 

Eyebrows furrowed and nipples puffy and swollen; a light from above the kitchen island shining down on you. Making your chest glisten from the saliva covering your breast. You pulled her onto the counter to join you and started tugging at her jeans, which she quickly took off. Laying her back against the cold tile of the island. Before climbing on top of her, you sink your tongue between her folds. Spitting and flicking your tongue around, looking up to see Logan on her elbows. Cursing and sputtering while pushing herself against your mouth. Getting a little too excited you reach up and try grabbing at her chest. She snatches your wrists and pulls you towards her; now straddling her, you knees on either side of her hips.

 “I’m not that drunk,” she huffs and starts gripping your hips, prompting you to start grinding your hips. 

Now rubbing each other's sexes together, your wet folds sliding between one another. The tile was hurting your knees a bit but it didn’t stop you from quickening your pace. Finding the perfect rhythm, your clits continuously brushing against each other. Logan was arching her hips up, positioning herself so she could watch you ride her. Sitting up on her elbows and watching your tits bounce, saliva dripping onto her stomach. Too pussy-drunk to care if you were drooling or not.

“I’m cumming…” you groan out, taking her off guard.

Grabbing two handfuls of Logan's hair and pinning her fisting to the counter below you two. Your fists on either side of her head while riding out your orgasm. Squirting without stopping grinding your hips, causing the wetness to spread and spalsh all over Logan’s stomach. She immediately cums from watching you unraveling into a squirting fucked out mess. Digging her nails into your hips while thrusting her hips up, trying to get closer to you. Crying out, so overstimulated and jerking your hips forward. You collapsed on her chest, not giving a fuck about sleeping in your own wetness. Logan was too drunk to care, using the tee shirt to cover you like a blanket and falling asleep with you on her chest.

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That's My Thing

Lou Langston x Drunk!Fem Reader

Summary: You get jealous that Lou let Daisy light her Cig. Which leads the two of you to have make-up sex on her apartment.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @redactedbutch

TW: Drunk Sex, Fingering, Nipple Play

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Lou’s pick up, tipsy and frustrated. She was sitting on a bar stool and you were standing between her legs. Back pressed against the bar, arms wrapped around her neck. You were giggling and flirting into her ear, she was getting increasingly touchy. When you turned around you were practically sitting in her lap while taking a shot; she ran her hands up and down your hips and sides. Squeezing the soft fat on your hips in her rough fingers.

Everything was going great until you came back from the bathroom and saw Daisy lighting Lou’s cigarette. That was your thing, whenever she needed a smoke Lou would put it in her mouth and wait for you. No matter how long you took or what you were doing, she always expected you to stop and give her a light. Even though it was such a little act of servitude, it meant a lot to you. Watching her eyebrows furrow, her face become illuminated by the glow of the fire.

Always taking a nice deep drag, muttering out a line of appreciation like ‘thanks baby’ or ‘what a good girl’ while exhaling smoke. Maybe it was just because you were drunkenly over thinking but it infuriated you that Daisy took any opportunity you had to please Lou. To serve her in the most basic ways because that’s exactly what she deserves for working so hard. Lou knew she was the one who’d drive home so she didn’t drink too much.

Knowing this, you drank enough for both of them. She wrapped her arm around your waist and helped you up the stairs and into the apartment. She knew there was something off, normally you were all over her when you’re drunk. Usually hiccupping and giggling while pulling at her belt. Lou sat on the couch kicking her shoes off just to watch you bend over and pick them up. She whistled which normally sent you into a fit of laughter; you didn’t even notice which concerned her.

She got up and pulled you onto her lap, your knees on the outside of her thighs. You melt onto her, resting your cheek on her shoulder. Closing your eyes and taking deep inhales of her scent, nearly forgetting that you were so jealous and sexually frustrated. You played and tugged on her carabiner that was hanging off the left side of her belt loop while she spoke.

“What’s wrong baby,” she asked while running her hand up and down your back.

“Why did you let Daisy light your cigarette?’ you mumble into the skin of her neck.

“That’s what this is about, you didn’t like that huh?” she asked while comforting you.

“No, that what -hiccup- I’m the one who lights your cigarettes,” you practically whine.

“Yeah? Why?” Lou knew why but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Because I like taking care of you and doing like… everything you need. I love you so much and I don’t want anyone else to do anything that pleases or -hiccup- satisfies your need,” you said.

“Aww I see, you just wanna eat up all my attention like you can’t get enough of it, hmmm?” Lou said, getting the half smoked Newport from behind her ear and putting it between her lips, “i’m waiting,” she said, smacking the bare skin on your ass which made you jump.

You reached down and grabbed the lighter from the coffee table. Lou wanted to bend you over right there and rail you with her fingers but knew she’d get more satisfaction out of teasing until you were a drippy, achy mess. She was overwhelmed with emotion while you brought the flame to her lips. Fog completely wrapped around her brain, all she could think about was you. She loved that you were so obsessed with her, always hanging off her arm.

Loving her so deep that she could feel it within her chest and bones. Normally Lou took on the caretaker role as the masc in the relationship but it was opposite in this case. You constantly wanted to take care of Lou, brushing her hair after the shower. Cutting her nails, making sure she had lunch packed and made for work. Never letting her come home to a dirty apartment and rubbing her back to sleep almost every night. All Lou wanted to do was please you, touching and groping you gave her so much satisfaction and release.

She’d never been treated like a princess before and you being so nurturing made her so deeply infatuated with you. No matter how rough and sadistically she was fucking into your sex you always remained so gentle. Like you were thanking her for pushing your body beyond its limits, bruising her cervix while whispering vile things into her ear. After talking things out, you were back to your bubbly self, nipping at Lou’s ear, eventually taking your shirt off which got her attention.

“Hold this for me and don’t let it ash on the couch, hear me?” She said, handing you the cig and focusing her attention on your chest.

She used her thumbs to flick over your hard and swollen nipples for a while. Your hips jerked while you moaned and whimpered into her ear. Body already so reactive to her hands, you gasped and cried out while she pinched and rolled your nipples between her fingers. Your state of inebriation made the sounds that came from you unfiltered. Throwing the stupid cig onto the ashtray. She moved one of her hands down and up into your skirt.

At first she was massaging your swollen clit with her finger but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Grabbing her wrist with both hands and grinding against your hand. Rubbing your wet folds against her fingers, occasionally slipping two in just to feel you squeeze your walls around the digits. Lou purposely keeping your legs apart, spreading your wetness all over your greedy sex. Your legs were beginning to shake, and your thrusts were becoming sporadic and wild.

She took one of your nipples into her mouth and began flicking her tongue; knowing it would send you over the edge. She almost came in her pants while watching you squirt onto her jeans. Biting onto her neck while riding out your orgasm. You collapsed onto her lap, still straddling her but letting your head rest on her shoulder. Panting and wiping the sweat off your face using Lou’s shirt. So worn out that you didn’t even notice that Lou was chuckling to herself, standing the two of you up from the couch.

“Awe, you think we're done babe? Holy shit you are adorable,” she said, grabbing your ass and spreading you while carrying you to the bedroom.

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First Lesson

Lou Langston x Fem!Virgin Reader

Summary: After constantly trying to get Lou's attention, she finally invites you to her apartment. Where she teaches you how to touch yourself.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Fingering & Spoilers

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You only had an hour left of your shift at Winkie’s. Practically counting down each individual minute till you could go home. Louise was sitting at the bar, milking her fourth beer. She’d been keeping her eye on you for a while; watching as you served drinks and shoved tips into your cleavage. You were continuously looking for an excuse to talk to her. Asking if she needed anything, wanted another drink or a cigarette. Sometimes pretending to make conversation with her to get away from particularly stubborn and flirtatious men. As you began closing down the bar, Daisy came up to Lou. Trying to tuck hair behind her ear, pressing her upper body against Lou’s bare arm. 

The sight makes your jaw tighten and your hands a little heavier. Stacking the clean glasses more aggressively than you normally would. Lou took note of this, almost amused by how irritated you became. She wanted to toy with you a little, she wrapped her arm around Daisy. Pulling her close enough to light the spliff that was hanging off her lip. Making sure to look you dead in the eyes while doing so. Your face was red from jealousy and anger. Wanting to jump over the bar and punch her right in her cheesy teeth. Turning to approach them, wiping your hands on the apron you were wearing. 

“Bars closed miss thing, see yourself out,” you said, looking her up and down.

“Fine, let’s go Lou-Lou,” she tugged her arm; Lou smirked wanting to see what you’d do. 

“I think she’s trying to finish her beer,” you said. 

“So then why can’t I stay while she does,” Daisy asks. 

“Only paying customers can stay after hours to finish their drinks, new security measures after the last break in, boss is real strict about it ” you bullshited. 

“Sorry Daze, maybe another time,” Lou said, letting go of her waist. 

“Yeah, sorry Daze,” you smile condescendingly as she leaves. 

Lou can’t stop smiling, loving how possessive you were of her even though the two of you never had a proper conversation. Thinking about all the things she wanted to do to you tonight. All the places she wanted to see you become a panting, leaking mess. You were oblivious to Lou’s objectification of your body, stalking bottles and struggling to reach the higher shelves. Your skirt rising up and showing your ass whenever you were on your tippy toes. Various bills sticking out of the waistband of your thong. 

She noticed that you’d been coming to the gym more often. She never gave you the satisfaction of seeing her eyes on you. Especially considering how much you work for her attention.  Flaunting your body, trying so hard to get Lou’s affections; shameless making eye contact while immodestly stretching. Coming in the most revealing outfits just to run on the treadmill closest to her. You wanted so badly to shoot your shot, but just didn’t feel like she would give you the time of day. She was so fucking hot and it intimidated you.

“Are you gonna let me drive you home?” Lou asked. 

“I have a ride,” you said. 

“Bullshit, I’ve seen you walk home every night this week,” she said. 

“You been watching me?” you walked over and leaned across the bar. 

“Just let me give you a ride,” she said, shaking her head.

You relented and accepted the ride, now in the passenger seat of her pick-up. Extremely nervous but an excitement bubbled in your stomach. She was smoking a cigarette with one hand and driving with the other. She reached over to open the glove box, her hand brushing over your knee and part of your thigh. Immediately raising goosebumps across your skin and your cheeks flushing red. Lou notices and rests her hands on your thigh before speaking,

“Mind if we stop by my apartment before I take you home?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. 

“Uh-huh,” you agreed, knowing if you spoke out loud your voice would be shaky.

She laughed and continued to her place’ leading you up the stairs and into the kitchen. Sitting by the dining room table, facing the bar Lou was standing behind. Lighting the joint she’d just rolled, the chair you were sitting in was pressed against the wall. She was staring you down hungrily, licking and biting her lip every once in a while. 

“When did you realize you liked girls?” Lou asked slowly, approaching you.

“What makes you assume,” you rebuttal, inspired by her boldness.

“I’ve never seen you hung on some guy's arm, and you’re constantly checking me out at the gym. Not only that, your body is so reactive to my voice.. gaze, and touch,” she said, brushing your arm while setting her beer on the table next to you.

“I mean, your eyes follow my hands wherever they go, you think I don’t know why that is?” she said, leaning down and whispering in your ear. Her breath hitting your skin made your squirm in your seat. 

“Magazines and like- I don’t know; VHS movies and stuff and-- ” you interrupt yourself and laugh nervously; feeling flushed and overwhelmed. She rested her fist on the exposed bit of chair between your thighs. You were looking down, not only to watch her movements but to avoid eye contact. 

“No, keep going- you were just getting started,” she said, running her lips along your jaw. Your voice quivers from the contact; a gush of wetness getting absorbed into your panties. Naturally your body tries to relieve the need for contact on your aching clit. Trying to squeeze your thighs together but stopped by her hand. She groaned, feeling how soaked your upper thighs and thong was, 

“Come on, keep going,” she said as you grabbed her upper arm, your open mouth pressed against her bicep. 

“Like the first time I ever saw a Playboy magazine, I noticed that my heart would race whenever I like.. looked at the women,” you explain slowly into her arm, avoiding eye contact. Lou was practically drooling over you and breathing hard. Caressing your jaw and making you look up at her. 

“You ever sleep with a guy?” she asks firmly.

“I-I’ve never slept with anyone,” you say nervously.

“Fuck, no wonder you’re so wet,” she scoffed, hooking her index finger around your panties. Pushing her knuckle against your clit, groaning when feeling how swollen you were, “do you finger yourself,” she asks. 

“No- I didn’t even know you could do that,” you say, finally looking up. 

“Wait, have you ever touched yourself at all?” she asks. You nodded your head no; Lou stood you up and led both of you to her bed.

“Can I show you,” she asked.

“Yeah. i’m just nervous,” you admit, she nodded and reassured you. 

She sits on her bed, back against the headboard. Leading you into her lap, your back was laid on her front. She pulls your top off, guiding it up and tossing it on the ground. Starting to suck hickies onto your shoulder while unbuttoning your skirt. Pulling it down, chuckling as a couple bills fell out. She gently ran her fingers over your nipples, you arch your back and groaned. Letting your head fall back onto her shoulder. Her other hand trails to your core, her fingers running along your slit. Her middle finger started to rub slow circles on your clit. 

“It feels… a lot,” you whine and rock your hips against her fingers, which made Lou chuckle. 

“Too much?” she asks, kissing the side of your face. 

You eagerly shake your head, like you were worried she’d stop. Multitasking and still using her other hand to toy with your chest. At first it was just flicking and rubbing but then turned more vulgar. Pinching and groping while spreading your wetness around. Only pulling away to sit up more against the headboard. Giving her arm more reach so she could push her middle finger inside of you. She let out a sigh against the skin of your shoulder. Pressing the base of her palm against your clit, For fucks sake she could literally feel your entire sex pulsating.

Never felt a girl this tight from being stretched by so little. Seeing how unhinged and desperate you were becoming. Bucking your hips against Lou’s hand, moaning and crying out. You let your head fall back against her shoulder, turning your neck slightly to look at her side profile. She had sweat dripping down her neck, curses spilling out of her mouth. 

Her face was red and breathing super heavy. Your nose was almost pressed against her neck and when you took a deep breath you could smell her. The overwhelming pleasure finally peaks as you cum. Squeezing your legs around her arm as you rode her fingers through your orgasm. You’d never cum before and it literally took everything out of you.

Holding your breath and starting to squirm when you get too sensitive. Ears ringing, stomach cramping and legs shaking. She took the hint and pulled her hand out from between your legs. Getting up from the bed and getting a rag wet and wiping you down. You were so exhausted that it didn’t wake you up. Lou wiped herself down before getting back in bed, embracing you for a nap.

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Shot After Shot

BlitzØ x Reader Smut

Summary: After finishing up his apology tour at Verosika's party, he goes to the bar for a drink. The two of you drink away your problems and find solance in each others bodies.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Season 2 Episode 9 Spoilers & Angsty Smut

` Blitzø just left Verokisa’s party, feeling like absolute gutter trash. He knew that he had commitment issues but when he saw the potency at which he fucked up, it got to him. All those people who were so badly hurt by their relationship they were seeking solace in each other. Not to mention he was sure that things with Stolas had officially fizzled out. Not being able to get the image of him dancing with another guy out of his mind. He was walking downtown, looking for any bar that was open. All he knew was that he didn’t want to think or feel. You were at the bar after getting into a nasty fight with your boyfriend. You immediately took notice of Blitz, grumbling the order of vodka under his breath, taking the shot from the bartender's hand before he could set it down. 

“Rough day?” you asked.

“You have no fucking idea,” he said, downing the liquor, “another,” he said, letting the shot glass hit the bartop.

You watched him throw back shot after shot and listened to him rant. His mind set was continuously wavering, sometimes he’d talk about how he’s a piece of shit. Then switching to the defense, talking about how nobody could handle the little amount of fucks he could give. You started drinking a bit more yourself as he began asking about your personal life. Scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. You’d recently broken up with your boyfriend and were liking the attention he was giving. 

Little words were exchanged from the car ride back to your place. Sitting in Blitzø lap while he drove his van to your place, not giving a shit where he parked. Wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him walk the two of you up your drive-way. Making out for a while with your back pressed against the door. Pushing his pelvis against your core and grinding down. You pulled away, digging in your purse trying to find the keys. Both of you wobbling and drunkenly giggling while you fumbled with the lock. Blitzø standing behind you, rubbing his erection against your bottom. Kissing and nipping at your neck while letting his hands wander the front of your body. Groping your chest, pulling the bra down, tugging and pinching at your nipples through the top. The two of you fall through the door and stumble to the bed. Ripping each other's clothes off, like you couldn’t expose the flesh fast enough. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he huffed out, pulling your top off. 

‘No, you,” you giggled, undoing the buckle of his pants. He sets his gun on the bedside table and then turns his attention back to you. Spreading your legs and admiring how wet you were. Laying his shaft along your slit, thrusting back and forth. Letting his head spread your juices around, loving how it slid across your clit. 

“Please Blitz,” you whined, bucking your hips up. 

“Already begging?” he asks, slowly pushing into you. 

He let his body fall against yours, wrapping his arms around your neck and letting his length sink into you. Muttering curses to himself, being completely overwhelmed by your heat. God this was such amazing stress relief for him. All that self loathing, accountability and guilt had been eating away at every part of him. Especially after talking with Verokisa; your body was such a nice outlet to get rid of such heavy feelings. Your legs were tightly coiled around his torso. Moaning into his ear, trying to get used to the stretch. He growled into your ear once he fully bottomed out. He couldn’t wait anymore and started thrusting his hips. 

He tried taking it slow but feeling how wet and slick you were around his cock made it impossible. Fucking in and out of you so fast his knees kept sliding on the bed. He bit down on your neck, unable to contain himself. Drool completely coating your skin, you rake your nails down his back. Feeling overstimulated in the best possible way. He pulled away suddenly and manhandled your body, propping your knees on the bed. Bringing his hands down hard on your ass, leaving hands marks on the soft skin. Fucking himself into you, loving the way your walls hugged him from this angle. Your ass continuously slapping against his hip bones. Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead from the work he was putting in. 

You were gripping onto the blanket, practically screaming into the mattress. His hands were coming down on you relentlessly, he got a kick out of watching you try to squirm away. Part of him wanted to call out this bluff, acting like you couldn’t take his cock anymore. As if you wouldn’t be a whining begging mess if he actually stopped. The other half of him knew he couldn’t control himself enough to pull out of your tight pussy. Seriously, if it didn’t feel so good to be plunging in and out of you he kept himself buried inside. Try relentlessly to get his length deeper and deeper into you. Blitzø was getting close, his length throbbing and aching while chasing his orgasm. He let himself fall on top of you, wrapping his arms around you; engulfing your body in his embrace while pile-driving his cock into you. For a quick second his mind thought about Stolas but he quickly distracted himself. 

“You’re such a fucking slut, like being used as a hole and nothing more,” he groaned into your ear while he came. 

You could feel him filling you, how his length pulsated while cum started seeping out the sides. Intense waves of euphoria swept over your body while cumming. Your wall convulsing and tightening around his cock while both of you came down from the high. He wasn’t in the mood for casualties, nor did he want to stay around long enough for you to realize this was a mistake. Too drunk to notice him gathering his things, or to clean up the cum that was leaking out of you. He left and sat in his van for a while before driving off.

[bouncybongfairy]

Safety Precaution

Peter Parker x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: One rainy night while Peter was stalking you, he noticed you left your window open. Him being the thoughtful gentlemen he is, comes in to close it for you; no other reason.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Stalking Kink, CNC, Somnophilia, Fingering, Face Fucking

No Dialouge Smut

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Peter was hanging from a tree outside the pizza place where you work. Absolutely mesmerized by every aspect of you. Not even your physical beauty; he loved how kind and soft you were. How sweet and gentle you acted with all the children that came in. The way a couple strands of hair would fall into your face. He’d been going through a high-grade depression. You were the first thing that sounded better than bed-rotting. He watched as you finished closing up for the night. It made him infuriated when you chose to walk home instead of taking a taxi. The two of you lived in the same apartment building, so part of him felt justified to follow you home. He was headed that way regardless, it also enraged him to let his mind drift. Thinking about what would happen if he wasn’t there to protect you. 

His own thoughts would get pretty dark, so he couldn’t imagine some douche on the street with no self control. You were completely unaware of Peter who was growing more and more flustered while watching you. Entering a small deli and ordering a sandwich, walking around the isles deciding what chips and drink you want. He got a small (huge) kick out of your obliviousness to him; it somehow made you cuter. Rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes, forgetting that you had makeup on; or maybe just too drained to care. It was the end of the week and your brain was fried from a lack of rest. Quickly making your way home after grabbing dinner. You shoved your key into the door and used your full body weight to get it open. Smelling the familiar scent of home was extremely comforting. You set your bag on your desk and started changing. 

He was watching from outside your open window, admiring how the light from the lamp illuminated your figure. So entranced, that he didn’t realize it began to rain. He didn’t really give a fuck to be quite honest. Watching you at the most intimate time of the day, winding down after a stressful work week. Admiring the way your tongue slid along the wrap while you rolled a blunt. The way the glow from the television was reflecting off your soft skin. Hair pulled back in a fucked up bun with a stain on your oversized tee-shirt from your food. Even after you’d fallen asleep, he continued to watch. Smirking when he noticed how the wind was pushing the rain into your apartment. He didn’t want you to get sick so, he figured the best course of action would be to close it for you. He quietly climbed through the window, careful not to make any noise. 

You were asleep, T.V still blaring which made it easier to sneak in. Laying on your back, and the blanket half covering your body. The walls were plastered with pictures and posters while you shared half the bed with stuffed animals. Chuckling softly after seeing the Spider-Man poster with the cheesy ‘it’s a bird… no, it’s a plane…’ line written above his picture. God he felt so possessive and hungry; it took actual effort to stop himself from jumping on top of you. His blue hoodie was soaked, he took it to the bathroom and hung it over the windowsill. Not being able to hold back anymore, he gently pulls the blanket back. Laying there with your shirt bunched up, almost revealing your chest. 

Your body was radiating heat, your skin was so soft. He ran the back of his index finger along your thigh. In comparison to the brightly colored room, he looked so out of place. Like a stain on a white shirt; you don’t notice until it’s too late. A mixture of the tiring work week and being high made you fall into a deep sleep. He crawled next to you and pressed his body against yours, surprised when you molded into him. Pushing your bottom against his groin, making his stomach flip. He pulled your shorts down gently, doing the same with his pants and boxers. Pushing his length against you while slowly running his finger up and down your slit. 

Propping his foot up on the mattress and gently lifting your thigh; draping your leg over his hip. Your skin was so soft and he was trying his best not to dig his fingernails into your flesh. Moving up and beginning to toy with your chest. Softly rubbing his thumb over your hard nipples. You were starting to stir awake, not understanding why you were feeling so flushed. He could feel your heartbeat begin to quicken, watching the goosebumps cover your skin. Eyelids begin to flutter slightly, he smiles and pulls your panties to the side, focusing his touch on your clit. Clenching his jaw from cute aggression as your legs start twitching. 

“I know you’re awake,” he spoke softly into your ear.

A gasp leaves your mouth as you tighten around his fingers. Like his words went right to your core and started burning throughout the body. He could feel and hear your heart racing, like prey being pinned down to the ground. Continuously pumping his fingers in and out of you; curling his digits and pushing in deeper, massaging g-spot. He bites down on your shoulder, throbbing and twitching as you groan and whimper. Bucking your hips and squirming, enjoying the pleasure of being stretched but trying to get away from the pain of his teeth in your skin. Something in him snapped and became more aggressive. 

Standing up and roughly pulling you off the bed. You were still sleepy and dazed, unable to see very well because of how dark the room was. He pressed your back against the bed frame and grabbed your hair, lining up his leaking member with your lips. Jerking your head up and down his cock so fast you began getting dizzy. Not giving a fuck weather you could breath or fight back. His leaking tip smashing the back of your throat, the walls tightening whenever you gagged. Drool and precum dripping down your chest. You tried to pull off him to catch your breath but he wouldn’t allow it, if anything pounding harder into your mouth. 

Loving the way you kept sputtering and whining, on your knees and ready to do whatever he wanted; willingly or unwillingly. He stared down at you, black tears from the mascara rolling down your cheeks. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide and scared; hair matted and strands stuck to your face which was red from lack of oxygen. Seeing you like this made him cum down your throat. Making sure he buried himself as deep as he could despite your nails scratching at his legs. Ensuring that he pulled out right after your eyes got glossy and your whines stopped. Pulling out and helping your limp body back on the bed before leaving; ensuring the window was closed before swinging off.

[bouncybongfairy]

Pathetic

Dabi x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Dabi finds the fact that he doesn't even have to use his words to get your forgiveness after an argument quite piteous.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

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You jumped hearing the door slam; judging by how the apartment shook you knew it was Dabi. Almost dropping the book you were reading into the soapy water. Spilling your wine glass you’d poured vodka into on the ground. Now causing you to scramble about the bathroom. Looking for your clothes as soap suds and water trailed down your skin. The door swung open and you almost slipped on the tile floor. Catching yourself on the towel rack. You were immediately taken back, he looked run ragged. Like he was jumped or something, walking over to the sink and hovering. Letting a mixture of blood and saliva drip onto the porcelain. Using the water to rinse his mouth before turning his attention back to you.

“Get the fuck out!” you screamed. 

The two of you had gotten into a blowout argument two weeks ago and haven’t spoken since. Involuntary tears burned your eyes the more you stared. He let his hair go white and it was more messy than usual; like he’d just woken up or something. A mix of the alcohol spilled onto the floor and his presence made a scowl paint over your face. He stepped over the broken glass, it crunched loudly underneath his boots. You tried your hardest to maintain your physical dominance, not leaning back when he approached. Keeping your arms folded across your chest, a little too tipsy to bother covering up. He tilted his head arrogantly to the side as he stared down at you. He noticed your breathing quicken, grabbing your arms and gently pulling them down to your sides. Purposely letting his thumbs rub down the sides of your torso. You hold your breath and tighten your core, trying to prove that it wasn’t affecting you. However your dilated pupils and the deep red flush across your cheeks suggested otherwise. 

He wiped the tears off your face, now letting his body fully press against yours. He was lanky which only added to his intimidation while hovering over you. Breathing heavy against your face, looking down on you with wild eyes. Like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. Although still angry and bitter from the argument; it was comforting to have him so close. Being able to smell him and feel his embrace against your skin. Taking in all the little details about him as this would be the last encounter. You brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He moved his hands off your face and started to unbuckle his belt. The sound of metal clanking together made your knees shake a little. Letting his pants and boxers fall to the wet floor. He picked your legs up and pressed your back against the drywall. The back of your knees were being supported by his elbows. He lined himself up and slowly started pushing himself inside you. 

He let his forehead drop against your shoulder. For the past two weeks all he could think about was being engulfed in your heat. Feeling how your moaning matched up with the tightening of your walls around him was intoxicating to him. Groans flooding out of his mouth while trying to catch his breath without stopping. Slowly pulling fully out, biting down on your shoulder as the cold air hits his length. Fucking back into you letting his body weight nearly crush you. He was trying his hardest to be fully buried inside you. He couldn’t figure out what made you different in the way he couldn’t get enough of you. No matter how frustrated or fed up he got with the relationship he always came back. Like a moth to flame or Rue Bennet to a xanny. Pounding himself into you at a merciless rate while you whimpered and moaned into his ear. Your juices were leaking down his thighs which only added to how desperate his thrusts were becoming. Running your fingers through his hair, feeling how hot and sweaty he was. You used his hair to tilt his head to the side, allowing you to suck hickies onto his skin. Screaming into his salty skin, biting down as his tip hit your cervix. 

Without pulling out, he walks the two of you over to the bed. Letting his body fall on top of yours and continuously pounded into you. Grabbing two fist fulls of your hair and pinning your head to the mattress. The only thing he liked more than fucking you was watching your face while he did. Eyes rolling back with your mouth wide open, rendered completely cockdrunk and braindead. Breasts bouncing every time his length disappeared inside you. He could tell you were getting close, your legs were shaking; feeling your walls quiver and pulsate around him. He planned on holding out for longer but couldn’t take it anymore. Letting go of your hair and wrapping his arms around your neck. Keeping his cock deep inside you while pumping your belly full of cum. 

Moving himself in and out just enough for his load to start leaking out of you. He pulled out of you and moved his face down to your core and immediately started attacking your clit with his tongue. Holding your legs up as he buried his face between your lips, tasting himself while eating you out. You nearly ripped his hair out as you came; bucking and jerking your hips up. Ears ringing and holding your breath while waves of pleasure wash over your body. He tried continuing to flick and suck but you were too overstimulated. You closed your legs and took a few moments to catch your breath. He got up and took his tee-shirt off. Walking to the bathroom sink and wetting it with warm water. He came back to the bed and spread your legs, wiping and cleaning you down. You grabbed his arm and used the little energy left to cuddle next to him. He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses on the top of your head before both of you passed out.

[bouncybongfairy]

Firmer Hand

John Price x Fem Reader

Summary: John spanks you after coming home from a mission.

Words Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @jiggery-and-or-pokery

TW: Spanking, Humiliation, Punishment, Brat Taming

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Today was the day John was finally coming home after being gone for seven months. You missed him like crazy, towards the last month he was all you could think about. Normally once he came home, he was so affectionate and sweet. Always handling you with extreme caution, mostly because you never gave him a reason not to. You weren’t bratty or disobedient by nature; quite the opposite. Always had dinner ready for him, made sure his laundry got done the night he came home. Accommodating the apartment so he wouldn’t have to struggle locating anything he may need. Ensuring the apartment was immaculate which he always showed extreme appreciation for. Lately you’d been craving a stronger hand, wanting to be thrown around like a doll; not just propped up on the shelf and worshiped. Wanting him to use your body to take his frustrations out on. 

You’d planned to try to pull this side out of him with action. Letting the apartment go for the past couple days, not letting it get disgusting or anything but definitely not as clean as you’d normally have it. You were laying in bed, watching tv anxiously; knowing he’ll be home any second. You heard the door open and close which made you jump. He was taking what seemed like forever downstairs. Ten minutes had passed before you heard his boots slowly climbing the stairs. You could hear your blood pumping through your ears and your body was on fire. Almost shaking with adrenaline as the door creaked open, you laid there and pretended to be asleep. He dropped his bag onto the floor and cleared his throat. 

“I know you’re awake,” his low and rough voice cut through the room, it took you off guard. This made him chuckle, pulling the blanket off you and grabbing your ankle. Pulling you to the edge of the bed, sitting up and looking at him nervously. 

“You’re just so sweet, too gentle to tell me directly that you wanna be smacked around,” he said, cupping your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Isn’t that right?” he asked again, wanting an answer. You shook your head in agreement, too embarrassed to agree out loud. 

“Then say it,” he said. 

“Say what?” you asked. 

“That you’re a dirty little slut who wanted to be punished,” he said it with such confidence, his tone never wavering,” 

“I can’t,” you whispered, trying to look down but he grabbed your chin and prevented you from shying away.

“Well why not doll?” he asked in the most patronizing way.

“Because it’s like- it’s embarrassing..” you timidly explain. 

“Time to embarrass yourself then,” he said, looking down on you. 

You thought about it for a second but when you tried speaking no sound came out. Feeling every part of your body was trembling; somewhat from anticipation but mostly nervousness. Even though this is what you wanted, being told to admit it was making you bashful. The look in his eye was so intimidating because it was anger or aggression. It was just pure intimidation, like he knew he'd be able to get anything he wanted out of you. It was embarrassing but part of you just wanted to rip the bandaid off, run across the crumbling bridge without looking back. 

“I want to be punished..” you said with little confidence. 

“Because?” he asked, trying to pull the rest out of you.

“I’m a slut,” you said, barely audible but nonetheless. 

“What kind?” he asked. 

“D-dirty,” you say. 

He stood you up and instructed you to take your clothes off; which of course you followed. He stood over you and watched hungrily. Your breasts get caught on your shirt, making them bounce once the material clears your chest. Watching the soft fuzz on your body stand as goosebumps grew across your skin. Red patches splotched your skin, indicating to him just how worked up you were. He bent you over his knee and was quite gentle to start with. Running his calloused hands up and down your back. His mouth hanging open, admiring how your body arched against his touch. Moving down, he started groping your bottom, spreading and pulling you apart. 

Your slit was wet, slowly leaking down towards your clit and his thigh. Letting your head fall forwards as his index finger tracing your sex. John lands a sharp smack on her left cheek, the sound echoing through the room. You gasp, the sting of the slap sending pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath quickens while you squirms, breasts heaving with each movement. He delivers another slap, this time with more force, and a red mark begins to form, the contrast of pink against your pale skin arousing him further. Spreading his legs, he traps your wriggling body, holding you still with his strong thighs. He continues the spanking, landing sharp blows that make you moan and squirm. 

"You like this, don't you? You like being punished for being a bad girl?" he taunts, his voice deep and commanding. Your pussy dripping with need. The mixture of pain and pleasure is sending your senses into overload, and you love it. You feel vulnerable and helpless, exactly how you crave to feel with him.

"Please... I need..." you manage to get out, voice hoarse with desire. Your body betrays her, grinding against his leg, seeking the relief and release you so desperately need. John notices the wetness getting out of control. He teases you, running his finger through your slick folds and gently circling your swollen clit. You buck your  hips, a strangled moan escaping, as he chuckles darkly, knowing the effect he has on you. 

"Look how wet you are, you filthy girl. You're soaking wet for your punishment. Admit it, you love it." His thumb, coated in your juices, continues to tease your sensitive bud, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. 

You can't take much more, and as he applies a little more pressure, you crumble. An intense orgasm washes over you, your body shaking uncontrollably as you cry out. John holds you firmly, spanking your ass as the orgasm ripples through your, prolonging the pleasure and milking every last drop of sweetness from your sensitive pussy.

[bouncybongfairy]

Cummin’ For You

Stain x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Your friend's group convinces you to go to the woods where multiple Stain sightings have been reported. He singles you out and has his way with you.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Blood Kink, Knife Kink, Sex in Forrest, Rough Smut, Humiliation, Degradation, Polaroid Camera, CNC

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“Don’t be lame just come with us, the guys will be there,” your friend whispered in a sing-song voice. 

“It just seems so stupid and cliche, going to the woods to drink and smoke. Doesn't it seem like they have ulterior motives?” you asked. 

“They really want to catch a glimpse of Stain, apparently he has been spotted there a couple times in the last two weeks. One of them is even bringing a polaroid camera to spot him, apparently it’ll be worth more if he sells it,” she blabs on. 

Eventually you just agree just to shut her up. Now walking on a barely established path, overhanging limbs from trees creating shadows from anything the moonlight gazed on. It was cold enough for the wind to break through your tights. Forcing you to hold the ends of your skirt down with both hands, despite your book bag sliding off your shoulder. They group finally stopped at a semi-rotting log. Unloading their backpacks full of alcohol, cigs and joints. You weren’t finding any amusement in their antics and instead taking in your surroundings more. It had recently rained and the ground smelled like rich, wet dirt; patchy and dry in some places. 

They offered you a seat but you refused. Your friend encourages you to take a swig from the bottle. You figured resisting would only tempt them to pester you more. Rather taking the one shot and being left alone about the matter. It burned your throat but also warmed your body up, you liked that. This sip led to another and then dominoed into a drag of both smoking materials being passed around. Joining everyone to sit along the wood. Suddenly the boys started freaking out, swearing they either heard or saw something. One of them was running around and holding his camera up, eyes wide like he could potentially miss the shot. The girls were all laughing at their desperate body language. Even though everyone was laughing about it. You were getting kinda paranoid, feeling like you kept seeing things out of the corner of your eye. 

“I dare you to come out you fucking poser!” one of them yelled out, provoking what they assumed to be Stain. 

With that, a small knife flew towards the group, landing inside the log. Everyone broke into chaos running in all directions.The boy with the camera dropped it onto the floor and ran without a second thought. One of the holes on your jean skirt got caught on a thick little branch. You were tugging and ripping at the fabric but to no avail. Feeling intimidated you pulled the blade out of the log and armed yourself with it. Hand shaking while looking around with big glazed over eyes. Breathe heavy and try your best to monitor all around you. He dropped down in front of you suddenly, making you jump and almost trip back against the log. Shaking and tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. Barely being able to see him at first but finally taking in more of his appearance as he came closer. Red and cream colored fabrics that were ripped, hanging off him like a scarf. Bandages wrapped around his eyes and arms; wearing thick black pants along with knee pads boots with spikes along the feet. 

His tactical vest was covered in knives, at least two 10 inch blades on either side of him. Red eyes staring back at you, almost glowing, slowly coming closer causing you to panic, finally ripping the fabric of the skirt and making a break for it. You could hear his cackling in amusement as you ran. You tried your best to keep quiet but between all debris crunching under your feet and hyperventilations it was near impossible. You were drunk, disoriented and not sure what direction was out of these stupid fucking woods. Repeatedly stumbling and tearing your knees and hands up against the unforgiving forest floor. Black mascara stained tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. This was one of his favorite parts: the chase. 

Watching how desperate you are to get away but slowly losing stamina. Like a wounded animal trying to get away from an apex predator. It made his body burn with adrenaline, he couldn’t get enough. Watching you helplessly prance around, almost like you were asking to be pinned down and mangled. Not seeing yourself being able to maintain distance, you decided to look for a hiding place. Finding a slightly hollowed out tree trunk and practically throwing yourself into it. Using your hand to cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to unintentional noises. You could hear dry leaves and small branches crunch under his feet. Laughing to himself every now and then, in between small whistles. Shaking like a leaf, waiting for him to move past you. 

“Where are you?” his rough voice cut through the night, you could hear him get closer, “ahh, there you are,” he said, which made your eyes widen and ears ring. He came around from behind the tree stump, towering over you. Hiding any bit of moonlight that was once casting down onto you. 

“God you just were made to be ruined huh?” he asked himself, bending down and admiring the sight. Completely frozen in fear, back against the stump. He stood in between your only escape route. You pulled your knees to your chest as he pulled out a blade, gesturing you to come out. Immediately your heart drops into your chest, petrified and unsure what to do. 

“I don’t remember snapping your ankles yet, so get the fuck up,” he growled, clearly becoming impatient. Still frozen, you don’t comply until he brings the cold blade under your chin, nicking the skin while guiding you to your feet. 

“Don’t be so scared. I’m entitled to some kind of outlet, no? Honestly why do some people care if i’m addicted to sex, that I crave hurting people. It’s not like anyones is in danger, well except for you that is,” he spoke, grinning from ear to ear. 

His breath was beginning to grow ragged, like he was holding himself back. The tears were beginning to make your face sticky, of course that wasn’t the only part of you that was wet. As scared as you were, he was a sight to take in. Very muscular but still lean and lanky. Dry blood on his badges and his eyes were full of greed and lust. He came closer, pushing your back against the stump. The blade was so sharp that when he cut your shirt down the middle, it slid down like butter. Blood from the nick on your chin was dripping down, leaving a train between your breasts. He gripped onto one of your nipples and pulled you out into the open. Pinching so tightly that his nail beds were white. He bent down and cut a hole into your tights. Lining up the ripped fabric with your dripping slit. It was so cold out that he swore your cunt was practically letting off steam. He dipped his middle finger into your folds, pressing his digit against your slit and gently rubbing back and forth. Coating his fingers in your wetness and rubbing your lips. Covering your sex in the sticky juices. Slapping you when he saw that you were enjoying yourself too much. 

“You think I'm here to give you what you want? No, you’re here for my pleasure,” he said, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. 

You immediately begin to scream in pain, squirming and fighting against the burning sting. He loved marking you, it always gets him more riled up than anything. Knowing his teeth will be bared into your skin for weeks. Loving the way your blood began to pool in his mouth, he loved being a fucking freak. He loved it even more when his bait was so responsive to him. Almost like you were putting on a show just from him; his pleasure. Moving his bites all around your body till you were on the floor gasping and withering. You rake your fingers through his hair and start pulling and tugging. Trying anything to relieve the pain his mouth was giving you. It only fueled him, grabbing his knife and cutting just under your collarbone. Wiping away any of your fragmented ideas that you had any sovereignty. He continued until you were breaking down, fighting against him less and laying there like a perfect little doll. He stood up and admired his work, completely overpowered and laying still on the dirt. Turning into mud from the blood running off your body.

“I’m dizzy,” you slurred, he sucked in a deep breath. 

“Fuck I just can’t resist this face darling,” he said grabbing your cheeks, loving how dilated and glazed over those pretty little eyes were. 

He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be in your heat. To feel your walls encapsulate him while watching your face twist and scrunch. He freed his member from his pants, groaning as the cold night air hit him. Coming down and lining him length with your entrance. Tracing your slit from your dripping hole up to your clit. Loving how you were digging your nails into your knees to handle the overwhelming pleasure. Pushing himself inside, he never felt anything tighter. Your sex perfectly wraps around his cock, pulling him back in whenever he slides in and out. Using you for pleasure, letting his upper body fall against your skin. The heavy weight of him pushing the air out of your chest. Making your face turn the most perfect shade of red. The wet sounds of his hips snapping against your skin while raspy moans and gasp fell out of your mouth. 

Holding your head to the ground, watching your eyes roll back. Completely dazed and fucked out of your mind. At the mercy of whatever sick and twisted thoughts he had. He continued pounding himself into you, sweat dripping down his forehead. Putting all his might into shoving himself deeper and deeper. His saliva falling onto your chest like he was a rabid animal. Growling and groaning as he felt his body teetering to the edge. You tilt your head to the side and bite down onto his forearm, a last attempt at fighting back. He let out the most sinister laugh as he finally came. 

Fucking into you, pulling out to the tip with every thrust. Fighting the urge to keep himself pressed inside you while cumming. You had stars in your vision and were slowly becoming more incoherent. Making him feel proud and accomplished. Pulling out and spreading your leg, watching his load leak out of you. Spotting the polaroid camera one of the guys dropped into the ground. This was just too good to be true, he picked up the camera and took a few pictures. A couple of your stretched out and leaking cunt, some of the bite marks and cuts. Smacking your face to wake you up, wanting to catch your scared and disconnected eyes on film. Finally feeling happy with his work, he cleaned up and left you to wake up with your tights around your neck.

[bouncybongfairy]

Tease War

Ghost Simon Riley x Fem Reader

Summary: You try to tease Ghost until he breaks. Probably would have succeeded if you weren't a slut with self control issues.

Word Count: 1.0k

Ref Account: @kaionyx.

^(More specifically that post about teasing... obviously)^

TW: Rough Smut, Overtimulation, Dumbification, Thigh Riding

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Hearing the sound of the front door open and slamming shut made your stomach jump. Ghost was gone for the weekend and it felt like an eternity. For the past two days all you could think about was having him on top of you. Completely destroying your achy cunt while whispering the most vile things into your ear. Nothing satisfied you the way he did. It wasn’t just sex with him, you never fucked anyone that could bring you so close to your limits. Someone who could command complete control without needing to lay a finger on you. Hearing the heavy stomps of his boots upstairs made your heart skip a beat. You jumped slightly when he opened the door, the loud -thunk- of his duffle bag hitting the floor. He was still wearing most of his tactical gear, he looked huge. 

“I missed you,” he said, voice low and rough. You sat up and grabbed his shirt as he walked by the bedframe, trying to pull him into the tangled mess of blankets. 

“Come here,” you whine, pulling harder. 

“I have to get undressed,” he chuckles, starting to shed his gear and clothes. 

Part of you felt like he was teasing you; putting on a show. Biting the inside of your lip as he unlaced his boots. Unbuckling his belt, drawing attention to his bulge. Peeling his shirt off, making every muscle in his torso flex. The waistband of his boxers was extremely low, exposing his happy trail. His skin was littered with cuts, scraps and bruises. Taking his mask off lets his hair wild, standing up in several places. 

“You’re doing that on purpose,” you point out. 

“Doing what?” he asks. 

“Teasing me…” you said it with confidence but felt a little silly after vocalizing it. 

“All it takes is for me to undress in front of you to tease you? What are you gonna bust from a hug?” he chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed and turning on his controller. 

“Right, like you wouldn't fold if I did the same,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Come on love, we both know who’s more capable of showing self control. Don’t we?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you chuckled. 

“If you’d like to test my resolve, be my guest,” he said. 

You were determined to do exactly that, feeling quite confident that you’d break him first. Running your hands down his chest and onto his stomach from behind. Sucking hickies onto his neck, letting your lips drag up and down his skin. You moved to straddle him, playing with his hair while grinding against his bulge. The only thing separating your sexes was his boxers. You could feel him getting hard, his skin warming up and a red glow forming on his cheeks. Getting on your knees and pressing kisses against his bulge, admiring how his length was straining against the fabric. 

When that wasn’t giving any reaction, you take your shirt off. Turning around and grinding yourself against him. Letting your back rest against his chest, your head falling back on his shoulder. Moaning quietly into his ear as you rocked your hips against his length. The longer you went at it, the more you were getting worked up. Sweaty and breathing hard, leaving a wet patch on his boxers. Eventually you have to stop because you are getting close. You turn back around and get on your knees in front of him, catching your breath. He was looking down at you, grinning from ear to ear. 

One of the things he loved about you was how intelligent you were. It amazed him that physical gratification dumbed you down to such a primitive level. It was so obvious that you were breaking down, becoming more cock-drunk by the second. Kneeling in front of him, red in the face, practically panting with your cheek resting against his knee. How could a girl with such a perspective mind be completely oblivious to being used for show. All he could do was smile down at you, watching you do all the work for him. 

“Ignorance must be bliss, yeah?” he asked, brushing some hair out of your face; the contact making you arch your back. 

His dick twitched, watching how sensitive and overstimulated you had made yourself. Frenetically rambling about how much you wanted him. How long you waited for him to come home, offering any service you could think of in exchange for more than his eyes on you. A burning sensation began to develop in your stomach and chest. Extreme lust turned into frustration from him being so reactionless. His smirk that you earlier read as bashful was now just antagonistic. Sitting in the same position he started in; cocky bastard. You stood up and started riding his thigh, wetness immediately running down his leg. 

You suck in a loud gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and moaning into his ear. No longer caring about the silly mind games from before. Your sex was swollen and hot against his skin. He pulled away from you and leaned back slightly, still doing nothing more for you other than watching. Admiring your chest bouncing and facial expressions. You grabbed his hand and held it to your throat, letting your head tilt back. The feeling of him touching you made you speed up on his thigh. Guiding his hand to slide down your body as you were getting closer. 

Your stomach was tightening and your legs were shaking. It was becoming harder to keep yourself up right once you were within reach of your climax. He finally threw you a bone and flick his thumb over your nipple which sent you over the edge. Cumming on his thigh, you rest your sweaty forehead against his shoulder. Letting out strangled moans while riding out your high. Feeling your pussy twitch against his thigh made him want to pin you against the mattress. Once you were done, you crawled off him and collapsed on the bed. He thought it was endearing that you assumed he was done with you.

[bouncybongfairy]

Hello sweetness ❤️

Can you write a dom Oliver Quick x femme reader? Reader tries to embarrass Ollie in some way in front of friends (masking the fact that she’s into him) and Ollie punishes her for it later? “All you had to do was ask” somewhere in there lol. Hope this makes sense💋

Just Had To Ask

Oliver Quick x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You embarrass Oliver while playing never have I ever. He shows you how to use your mouth properly after the game.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Face Fucking, Degradation, Oral Fixation, Masocism

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Everyone was gathered around the coffee table. Drunkenly laughing and making conversation. Trying desperately to tune out the crying of your responsibilities. Work, school, get fucked up, playing into the pointless social hierarchy, repeat. Oliver was sitting on the couch and you were on the floor between his legs. A red solo cup being held by your manicured fingertips Rubbing your other hand up and down his shin. Someone suggests a game of never have I ever, due to the fact that the game takes minimal effort: everybody joined it. At first the questions weren’t anything deep but as the game progressed so did the vulgarity of its content. 

“Never have I ever, let a man put me in my place,” you laughed and set your cup on the table. This caused a few snickers from the other men in the room. Oliver set his hand on your shoulder, you knew he was trying to rein you in. 

If you were being truthful, you should have chugged the rest of your cup. Honestly, you were constantly trying to test his limits. You loved the way he looked at you, silently communicating with his eyes. Letting you know what you were walking on thin ice. This gave you such a thrill it became a regular routine. Purposely dancing in the most provocative way you could, barking back at him whenever he tried to calm you down. Knowing you were his but because there was no title yet, it gave you more length on your leash.

“Never had I ever, let a someone fuck my mouth,” one of your friends asked while making direct eyecontact with her boyfriend and taking a sip. You let your head fall back into his lap, mouthing ‘you wish’ to him. Watching in amusement as he started grinding his teeth together. You could tell he was getting worked up; feeling his member began to harden.  

“Why isn’t Y/N drinking Ollie?” one of his friends snickered which made him roll his eyes; they knew you guys liked each other and had been talking for a while.

Fast forward an hour and everyone was in their own little world. Some couples lazily making out on the carpet, a few people passed out on the sofa and lounge chairs. Someone locked in the bathroom, hearing them throw up through the door. Ollie was asleep and you really needed to pee. The bathroom downstairs was taken so you stumbled upstairs and into the master bedroom. Pushing open the bathroom door and letting yourself fall onto the toilet. 

As you were finishing up when Oliver came in; taking you off guard. He locked the door behind himself and then turned back to you. His hair was wild, sticking out in all directions. The pupils of his eyes were completely dilated. It was extremely noticeable due to his once baby blue eyes now being black. He wasn’t even making eye contact but instead ripping you apart with his gaze. Mouth hung open and breathing like he just ran a mile. 

“You know, if you really wanted me to put you in place you could have just asked,” he explained, taking a step forward. You didn’t say anything and neither did you until being backed up against the sink; him only inches away, 

“It was so obvious how you were crying for my attention earlier. Flaunting yourself, waiting for me to shut you up. The way your face heats up everytime you look back at me, trying to see if I'm having a fit,” he said, pressing hips against yours. 

Running his finger tips down your arm and towards the hem of the dress. Dipping the digits underneath the material to feel the skin on your thigh. Laughing as you spread your thighs apart slightly. Using his other hand to grab your jaw, forcing your lips to separate. 

“I wish?” he growled, “are you really that conceited that you think i’d need to wish for these lips wrapped around me Like you wouldn’t be begging for it ?” he talks down to you, pushing you down by your face onto your knees.

 God he was squeezing your jaw so hard, the inside of your cheeks were pressed against your teeth. Your knees hit the ground hard, the cold tile only helping aid the ache slightly. He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, smashing your tongue down. Eyes beginning to water from trying not to gag. He uses his thumb and wipes them away after they fall down your cheeks. 

“If you’re waiting to start begging because I have my fingers down your needly little throat then we're gonna be here all night,” he laughed, wiggling his fingers a bit. 

You tried saying please but it was gurgled and made drool fall down your chin. Spilling out of the sides of your mouth, he was grinning from ear to ear. Delighted to finally have you under his thumb, knowing he had enough control to do whatever he wanted. In his eyes, you were a blank canvas waiting to be littered with his art. He takes his fingers out of your mouth and begins to unbuckle his belt. Grabbing his cock by the base with one hand and using the other to grab a fist full of hair. Anchoring his hand onto the marble of the sink, immobilizing your head. He began rubbing his tip against your bottom lip. Pulling away everytime you tried to take his length into your mouth. After he did this a few more times, you began getting irritated; glaring up, which only hummored him. 

“Awe what, you don’t like that?” he cooed down at you in the most patronizing tone he could come up with. 

You opened your mouth to respond but he took that opportunity to shove himself inside. Using both hands to hold your head in place as he began thrusting. Hands gripped his jeans, your nails ripping down the material. Trying to suck in breath whenever his length wasn’t blocking your airway. Gagging and sputtering; a mix of pre-cum and saliva dripping down your neck and onto your chest. You move your head to the side but there is no escape. His cock being pulled out of your throat and tucked into the pocket of your cheek. 

“Now keep that pretty mouth open so I don’t have to hurt you, yeah?” he growls, gripping onto your hair with more force. 

Fucking himself deep into your throat, groaning once his cock was once again blanketed by your warm mouth. He couldn’t hold his climax back for much longer. He looked down at you and almost came from the sight; your face was bright red, eyebrows furrowed and tears streaming down your cheeks. He presses himself into your mouth until your lips are around his base. Your head smashed between him and the sink. Cum starting to flood down your throat, some spilling out the sides of your mouth. Once he was finished, he pulled out and walked out; leaving you confused and blue balled.

[bouncybongfairy]

Werewolf Ghost looses control on the full moon and fucks the new recruit. New recruit doesnt know who it was cause they were face down in the dirt the whole time getting the best fuck of their lives.

Brainrot

Animal Like Rage

Werewolf Ghost x Fem Reader

Summary: As a new recruit you hear alot of tales and stories about Ghost on the feild. You chalked it up to overexaterations based on his intimidating apearance. After being paired for a mission with him, you see first hand these account, if anything played-down.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Sex in Forest, Masocistic Ghost, Blood Kink.

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Everyone knew that there was some underlying reason why they called Simon ‘Ghost’. As a new recruit you heard stories about seeing Ghost do remarkable things on missions. Ripping a man's throat out with his teeth. Beating men twice his size into an unrecognizable pile of messy flesh. While hanging out with other recruits, they would exchange rumors heard about him. After hearing all the tales you came to the conclusion that it was all just over exaggerations. Maybe you were just telling yourself that in order to comfort yourself for the upcoming mission you had with Ghost. All your friends were making a big deal of it. 

As if he was going to chew you up and spit you out or something. The two of you were driving towards the perimeter you’d be guarding. It was actually quite a picturesque section of forest. Lots of trees and wildlife living among them. The mission was to simply look out for the assailants if they fled in your said direction. The two of you both knew it would be a boring night. The sun had set about an hour ago, and the moon was beautiful. Full and completely illuminated the sky with its burnt yellow tone. 

“It’s really nice tonight right I mean, look at the moon-” you started to make conversation but then realized Ghost was no longer with you. 

Your initial reaction was that he was fucking with you. Trying to pull a fast one on you so he could entertain his friends with a story of a gullible recruit. You called out his name a couple times over coms but got no response. Yelling his name out wasn’t an option, seeing as that could give away your location. For about 20 minutes you continued to check the perimeter of the area but to no avail. Eventually you decided to go into the forest to look for him. Starting to get uneasy, feeling like you were seeing things out of the corner of your eye. You stumbled across both of Ghost’s guns placed upright against a tree. 

Immediately you bend down to investigate the scene. As soon as your knees hit the ground, you felt someone on top of you. Hitting the ground so hard, it knocked the wind out of you; rendering you completely disoriented. The taste of copper started to flood your mouth. Immediately you assume it’s one of the target’s men. Especially when he ripped the radio off your vest. You reach down for your knife and go to fight back. However, he uses his palm against your back; shoving your upper body against the dirt. You tried to get up but the person’s strength was unparalleled, like a cement wall. Heavy breathing and growls could be heard from above you. 

Ghost’s mind was wrapped in a fog of lust and greed. Ever since he first saw you,  he knew he wanted to lay much more than his eyes on your body. He had so much pent up sexual aggression that he’d been carrying for weeks. He was practically shaking with anticipation, he ripped your pants off. His claws leave abrasions on your hips and upper thighs. Blood starts to create droplets along the vertical lines. Only to be smeared by his hands gripping your sides, lifting your body and forcing you to change positions. Grabbing your hips and forcing you onto your knees. The dirt and mulch from the forest floor cutting up your skin. 

He grabs your ass and spreads you apart, watching as you desperately try to get away. Not wasting any time, he shoves his cock into your entrance. Loving the way you squirm and clench around him; not used to the burning and stretching. Most of you was scared but there was a small part that found this exhilarating. Being bent over in the middle of the forest while you were supposed to be on guard. Apart of one of the deadliest task forces to ever exist but still being used like a bitch in heat. 

He began rocking his hips in and out of you, loving how your tight pussy hugged his length. Like you didn’t want to let his member go. His bloody hands grip onto your ass, his claws digging into the soft flesh. He was growling and snarling; drool dripping from his mouth and onto your back. He’d been watching you for a while, walking around the barracks practically half naked. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to get you alone and when he found out you two were together on this mission… It was like fate was trying to satisfy his hunger. He loved watching you, completely in submission for him. Your face was buried in the dirt and your blinks were slow. Gradually becoming more braindead and pliable. So cock-drunk that you were pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. 

“Such a little pain slut, you want more?” he asked, voice raspy and low. 

His thrusts were so hard his thighs were spanking your ass, starting to leave the skin reddened and raw. His hip bones leave bruises from them assaulting your skin. You were going in and out of consciousness, his tip hitting your cervix is what brought you back whenever things went black. He was starting to get sloppy, losing rhythm and frantically groping your body. Pushing your body flat against the ground and pile driving you. You never felt someone so deep inside you, like he could literally rip through you. 

Having no control of the situation but loving every fucking second of it. The burning feeling in your stomach boils into your climax. Holding your breath while trying to rub yourself against the ground; overstimulated and desperate for any type of friction. Seeing you becoming so disheveled and desperate made him cum. Letting his body weight fall onto you, bucking his hips and growling into your ear. Once he’d finished up, he got the both of you dressed and carried you back to the safe house. Where you were treated for injuries sustained by a ‘animal attack’.

[bouncybongfairy]

Hii, i love your writing sm and i have a request if you don't mind🙈 i need rough smut with jet where he doesn't let reader make any sound and if she does he stops (maybe w edging/overstim??) only if you're comfortable!!

Reap Your Punishment

Jet (ATLA) x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After purposely acting burdensome all day, Jet let's you feed off his irritation. Knowing it'll come back to bite you in the ass; Literally.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Overstimulation, Edging, Brat Kink

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All day you’d been a pain in the ass. You initially woke up in a bad mood but that faded away and turned into amusement. Watching Jet get all flustered and annoyed. He acted so tough and physically he was; however he could let a few words completely throw him off his game. He was working on renovations to the small house he’d built. The rainy season was coming up which meant he had a lot of work to do. He’d ask you to hand him a tool; you’d purposely pretend not to hear him or grab it extremely slow. 

Taking your sweet ass time just to get a reaction. The way his eyes would glare at you would make your stomach flip. The more you acted like this, the longer and intense his stares would become. The sun had set and the two of you moved inside. It was getting late, and you’d mostly forgotten about the shenanigans from earlier. When you walked into the bedroom you saw him sitting on the bed. Staring you down as you changed into pajamas. 

“What?” you asked, the silence creating a tension in the air.  

“Just waiting for you to start running your mouth again,” he said, standing up and walking towards you. 

You giggled, not yet knowing how worked up he actually was. He was like a jenga tower and every smartass comment you made was like taking a block out of the center. You didn’t get the chance to respond, he pressed himself against you. Grinding his erection against your behind, his lips against the back of your ear. The heavy breathing against your neck makes your skin prickle. 

“You get off from being a brat?” he asked, his voice was raspy and low. 

“Maybe,” you tease, letting yourself lean back against his touch. 

“Well then I hope you got your fill because I'm not rewarding that shit,” he said, pulling away from you and getting into bed. 

“Wait what?” you asked, slipping your nightgown on and turning to face him.

“What? You said yourself you get off from being a brat. Considering how you were acting all day, I figured you had your fill,” he laughed, amused by your pouting. 

“Whatever,” you huff, getting into bed and facing the other way.

After laying in silence for a while, he turned to spoon you. Once again, pressing his erection against you. Everytime you try to rub yourself against him, he grabs your hips. Stopping you from getting too crazy. This didn’t stop you from trying. You thought you’d be able to wear him down but to no avail. Just as you gave up and let sleep slowly take over, he started playing with your chest. Eventually putting most of his attention on your nipples. Pulling and pinching which made your back arch involuntarily. Trying your hardest to push yourself back against him but he’d stop every time. 

He continued this for a while which led to you becoming extremely sensitive. Your sex was swollen and achy. Wetness drips from your slit and onto the insides of your thighs. There were times when you felt so close to cumming but couldn’t send yourself over the edge. He maneuvered himself out of his shorts, then lifted your dress. He pushed himself between your thighs, his length pressed against your sex. His head spreads your lips and hits your clit whenever he thrusted. Moaning into your ear while he starts playing with your chest again. This made you jolt and groan loudly. His hand comes up and covers your mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, not everyone needs to hear your slutty mouth. I’ve let it slide all day but now you fucking listen,” he growled into your ear. 

He stopped all his movements, keeping his member tucked between your thighs; nuzzled perfectly against your slit. You were beginning to unravel. Getting to that depraved portion of sex where all you can think about is your orgasm. Willing to rip a head off to get what you needed. Your legs were shaking and sweat was beading on your forehead. You were rocking your hips against him, paying no mind to his nails digging into your hips. 

“All this and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he chuckled against your ear. 

He pulls his hips back and pushes himself inside you. Muttering curses under his breath, loving the feeling of your walls throbbing around his member. The feeling of finally being full was pure pleasure. You were biting down on his hand to prevent crying out once he started pounding into you. The sounds of squelching and the bed rocking filled the room. You loosen your body, allowing his shaft to slide in and out without resistance. His tip assaults your cervix, causing a hot burning sensation to begin to rise in your lower stomach. 

Without warning, your orgasm begins to rake through your body. You didn’t care if you made a noise as you mewled and moaned. Seeing you completely broken down on his cock made something inside him snap. He changed positions and flipped you on your stomach, keeping himself buried inside while getting on top. He couldn’t be bothered with worrying about being gentle with you. All he could think about was filling you with cum. You were well past overstimulated, both legs were shaking uncontrollably. 

Mouth hanging open with drool falling onto the pillow. He was panting with every thrust. The skin on your back was so sensitive that even his breath against it made you squirm. Your nipples were rubbing against the blanket, driving you crazy. His body becomes stiff once he falls over the edge. Shooting ropes of cum deeping into your dripping pussy. He kept himself buried inside of you, allowing you to feel him throb. Fucking his cum into you while riding out his orgasm. Your body was limp against the mattress, weakly whimpering. He pulls out and collapses on the bed, pulling you into his arms before falling asleep.

[bouncybongfairy]

Ma’am thank you from the bottom of my heart for the writing the only live action zuko smut on the face of this earth I am surviving on freezer burn. Do you have more live action zuko smut????

Masked Feelings

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: High from the adreniline of capturing the Avatar; Zuko fucks you with the blue spirt mask on.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Masked Man, Rough Smut, Creampie. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

You were nervously waiting for Zuko to come back from his mission. He didn’t tell you much about it and it scared you when he left in that mask. Lately he was so down over almost catching the Avatar, eating away at him in such an aggressive way. He was constantly talking down on himself, having angry outbursts over the littlest things. You were cleaning up the small space you were staying in while investigating a lead. There was no point in waiting for Zuko to return because that could be days from now. You’d fallen asleep while reading, jolting awake when you heard the door being slammed open and closed. A blast of cold air rushing in behind him, he was wearing a blue and white mask. You assumed it was Zuko but you couldn’t be sure. 

“Zuko?” you ask; he gave no reaction to this. 

“Zuko.” you called out a little more firm. 

He came closer to you, breathing so hard that his entire upper body would double in size after an inhale. Wearing all black with two swords strapped to his back. He pulled them out and dropped them on the ground. The loud clashing of metal against cement makes you jump. Immediately sitting up, letting your weight hit the head board. He started to take off his gloves and walked towards you. At this point, you weren’t sure what to do. He was scaring the shit out of you and it wasn’t helping that you kinda liked it.

 How dark and demented his energy was. He came up to you, using his thumb to part your lips. He chuckled once he saw the scared and unsure look in your eyes. High off the adrenaline after invading the Pohuai stronghold, he was craving power. Looking for it in every dark corner and shadow; now it was sitting right below him. Looking up with a deer in headlights expression, wearing one of his undershirts. It was freezing in the room and your teeth were chattering. 

“Just that excited? Like a puppy being teased with a treat,” he said, moving his thumb from your lip. 

It slightly infuriated you that he was getting off on how nervous you were. Like he was pulling a side out of you that he knows you’d never show willingly. He trailed his fingers down your throat and to your chest. There was a small hole in the fabric of your shirt, he looped his fingers into the hole and ripped it. Leaving the shreaded fabric draping from your body. You gasp and try to cover yourself but he grabs your wrists. He has never been this rough with you, taking out his frustrations out on your body. 

Legs hanging off the side of the bed, he grabbed a fist full of your hair, near the nape of your neck. Forcing you to look up at him while his hand trailed down. Immediately dip his fingers between your into your wet slit. Circling his finger around your swollen clit. Enjoying how your body was involuntarily reacting to his touch. You could hear him growl, muttering curses from underneath the mask. Tracing your entrance once in a while, teasing like he was going to fill you only to leave you empty and achy. Normally you never thought about how your face looked while drowning in pleasure. Covering your face with a pillow or into the mattress. 

It made you feel so vulnerable, knowing he was getting his pleasure from watching you squirm and shake. You reach your hand up and rub his member through his pants. He leans into your touch, coming close enough to finally slip his two fingers in. His pinky and index fingers on either side of your sex. Fucking the digits in and out, you pressed your forehead against his arm. Letting your mouth hang open, moaning into the fabric of his shirt. 

He pressed his fingers into you and started curling and circling. Looking up at him and seeing the mask was intimidating, which made you avert your gaze. He corrected this and gripped your hair tighter, forcing you to look up. He wanted to see your face as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. Loving how your facial expression would change at the same time your walls tightened around him. 

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he groaned out, pulling his fingers out and slapping your sex. 

He pulled you by the leg towards the edge of the bed. He pulled his pants down, letting his length slap against his lower stomach. Using his tip to part your slit, spreading your wetness onto the head of his cock. Smacking his member against your lips before pushing himself inside. He held onto your legs against himself and began fucking in and out of you. Starting off slow then gradually increasing speed. Little -uhh- sounding moans slipped out of your throat everytime he thrusted into you. His nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Your wetness was dripping down his legs. You reached up and grabbed the end of his shirt, trying to pull him closer. He pushed your legs down, pressing your thighs against your torso. 

“I wanna see your face while I fuck my cum into you,” he grunted, frantically rutting into you. 

Hearing how rough his voice was sent you over the edge. Arching your back and gripping the bed sheets tightly. He was rutting into you so hard the bed began moving back, he kept stepping forwards. Your face was red, mouth hanging open and the most vulgar sound coming out. Completely worked and worn from taking his cock, seeing you like this makes him cum. 

Keeping himself pressed into you while spilling his load deep inside you. Groaning through the mask once he felt it start leaking out against the base of his cock. Slowly starting to thrust again, enjoying watching you wiggle and squirm from how sensitive you were. Finally pulling out once he went soft, keeping your legs spread to watch his cum leak out of you. Eventually putting his pants back on and arming himself. 

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I capture the Avatar,” he said walking out.

[bouncybongfairy]

Sleepy Head

König x Fem Reader

Summary: Frivolous sex with König.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Smut Without Plot, Riding D!ck, Sloppy BlowJob, CreamPie

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There wasn’t any romantic backstory or awkward tension that was building. It was the day before Task Force 141’s next mission and you wanted to catch a dick beforehand. You know: wanting to let your stress out on someone. It honestly could have been any of the guys, but lately you had your eyes on König. The last few missions you were paired together, there were a few moments that made you question everything. The way he’d instinctually grab your arm when shit was hitting the fan. 

Or the worried sound he carried in his voice when he worried you were MIA. The way he’s pressed his body against you from behind when you would interrogate hostels. You were sitting in your bedroom, listening to the sound of the clock ticking away. Tonight you were finding it extremely difficult to keep König out of your mind. Your mind racing with scenarios of the two of you. More vile and raunchy than you’d care to admit. Bouncing your leg while laying on your back, trying to let your brain rest. 

After twenty minutes of no success you decided to sit up. Putting a pair of socks on and walking to König’s room, quietly opening the door and slipping in. He was laying on his back, no blanket. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, nothing but boxers on. His chest and stomach steadily rose with every breath he took. The light coming from his window was casting onto him. He looked so statuesque and strong; like all his muscles were carved from stone. 

You crawled onto the bed, gently starting to leave kisses on his happy trail. Dipping your fingers into his boxers and running them along his waistband. You giggled as you watched him slowly stir in his sleep. Pulling them down, letting his member become exposed. You were taken back, even half soft he was huge. Starting to press kisses up and down his shaft, slowly waking him up. Half asleep, he reaches down and holds the side of your face with his hand. 

You took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Feeling him slowly harden and twitch in your mouth was making your blood buzz. You hallowed out your cheeks and began to slowly bob your head up and down. Gazing up and seeing his face twist up in pleasure, his eyes finally flickering open to look down at you. Now that he was more awake, he was becoming more active. 

Grabbing a fist full of your hair and and fucking his length into your mouth. You rolled your eyes back, feeling his veins throb against your lips. Tightly wrapping your lips around him and pulling your head up to his tip. Popping your mouth off and letting all the drool and pre-cum drip down his shaft. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he groaned loudly, letting his head fall back. 

It made you feel so powerful seeing how reactive he was to your touch. You stood up, pulling your shorts down and letting them hang off your ankle. Straddling his hips and positioning yourself over his cock. He was pulling up your shirt, using his index finger and thumb to start playing with your nipples. Twisting and pinching, his eyes dazed and sleepy. As you sunk down on his length, you had to bite your lip. 

Hiding mewls and whimpers from the stretch. Now fully sat, he grabbed your hips and ran his two thumbs up and down the skin of your lower belly. He was respectful and didn’t move while you adjusted. Admiring your body as you squirmed, trying to get comfortable. He pulled you down, pressing his lips against your neck. Sucking hickies and biting down on your skin; anytime he ran his tongue over an overly sensitive part of your neck, your walls would tighten around him. It didn’t take long for you to start rocking your hips. You were gripping the pillow on either side of his head. 

He pauses for a moment and arches his body up, shoving a pillow underneath him. Everytime you rocked your hips forward your clit would rub against the base of his cock; that was completely soaked from your juices. You were working yourself on his length, chasing your orgasm frantically. He was enamored by you, sweat was starting to drip down your forehead. Face completely red and flushed, mouth hanging open and panting. Seeing how hard you were working your body for him was a sight to see. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands resting on the small of his back. Smearing the small layer of sweat that had accumulated. Both of you were finding it hard to contain your vocals. Pleasure raking through both your bodies, the feeling of being full was damn near euphoric. The bottom of your stomach is like a fire pit, burning from the inside out. He was now fucking his hips into you, loving how you’d gasp and clench when he went that much deeper. 

Nails digging into the flesh of your hips, the sinsation just enough to send you over the edge.Your movements became stiff as your body contracted; König ended up doing most of the work after this point. Flipping you onto your back and rutting into you at a frantic rate. Slowly down and pressing his length as deep as he could before finally cumming. Emptying himself into you, groaning and growling into your ear. 

He was so big, his body engulfed yours. Wrapping his arm around your neck and pressing your mouth into his collar bone. He did this a little aggressively, due to you becoming louder with moaning. The two of you laid there in silence for a while, catching your breath. Without words you got up, collecting your clothes and getting dressed. Quietly running back to your room, trying to make it before cum started running down your thighs.