#For Man Penis Cream

[sentient-rift]

Peni if you're curious what Devil's Breath is I can explain the Devil's Breath was originally going be a super cure for all diseases created by the scientists of Oscorp by Norman Osborne but it was locked in secretly after discovering that Devil's Breath go to bio weapon if it enters the body incorrectly it was tested on a lab rat 1 week later it is extremely contagious all 45 lab rats died.

"That's... Pretty sad. Not just that it's dangerous, but that it was originally suppose to super cure..."

"That's so sad... The poor people... The poor rats..."

"Chao..."

[cherry-hulu]

— Shows on 3.. 2.. 1..

Synopsis: Thirteen dicks in front of you, all standing tall with varying girth and size. Not a matter of when and where, but rather a matter of how.

Warnings: idol!SVT x idol!fem reader, orgy, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, implied free use, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, double penetration, creampie, implied age gap, dacryphilia, throat bulge, LOTS of cum, orgasm delay, pwp

#Part One — #Part Two

You on all fours with Dino rutting behind you, mouth covered by his big hands while his other was wrapped around your waist pressing you against him. G spot being abused by the constant hit of his cock. Skimpy skirt held up, safety shorts on the floor. No lube, no protection.

All while his other members watch, dicks out of their pants, standing up and hard, raging red with precum leaking up at the top. Some were jacking off, some were just rubbing themselves,some were helping each other by jacking each other off or sucking the other, but all had their eyes on you.

Your mouth is slightly ajar, eyes unfocused and glassy, lips swollen because of how hard Dino had kissed you earlier, pretty and beautiful moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth. You were a wet dream come true.

"You like that? You like whoring yourself out in front of your seniors? Little slut." Followed by a slap to the ass by Dino himself.

"Bet she does, probably gets herself off to the thought of us 'no?" Said Minghao

"Such a pretty hole, always open and ready to be fucked. Heard from a little birdie that you took both Jaehyun and San in one go just yesterday." Said Mingyu

"If she can take two then I bet she can take all of us, isn't that right right slut?" Hoshi asks rubbing the tip of his cock slowly. Groans and moans from the other members was taken out of that question.

"Such a perfect cock sleeve. Can't wait 'till we can have our own way with you." Joshua mutters

"Fuck.." Dino whispers under his breath, hips moving faster, harder, and deeper. If you weren't already wrecked earlier, you most definitely are now. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your lips stuck between your teeth, you looked like a wet dream come true.

Wonwoo, taking the initiative, stands up from his seat and walks over to you with his cock hanging out off his pants. You open your mouth as you feel his thumb caress your lips, holding your chin within the palm of his hands. You suck on his fingers as they slip into your mouth, slobbering your saliva all over it— your doe eyes staring straight into his sharp siren gaze.

Woozi, now standing beside you, grabs your left hand gently, lifting it to wrap around his dick before beginning to thrust his hibs nack and forth slowly. "Hm.. your nails look too pink princess, how about we add some white to it?" He grunts as you rub your thumb across his top, gliding your nails in between the slit of his penis.

Your right hand was next, now with Vernon this time. Without any word spoken, he grabbed your fingers and wrapped them around his length. He was intent on watching you suck Wonwoo's fingers off while you hold a staring contest with the taller man.

Dino— seeing all of this unfold— didn't took too long until he was cumming inside of you not giving two shits if it was ruining your dress. "What an obedient good little girl, taking cum without complaints." He says as he slowly pulls out watching his semen drip out of your glistening cunt.

"My turn princess." Seungkwan said as he finally stood to his feat and walked over to you, he'd been watching from behind, loving the way your ass jiggles everytime Dino's hips meet yours. Dick in his hand, he gives himself a few long strokes before pushing into you filling your cunt up again.

He can't help but moan at the feeling of your tight cunt filled with the cum of his dongsaeng embrace his cock in a warm welcome embrace. More semen seeps out of your pussy as he pushes his whole length in, creaming off the sides of your hole. Astonished, he stayed still as he watches your pussy hug him tight.

You moaned with him feeling mutual about the experience, eyes crossing and moving to the back of your head breaking eye contact with Jeon Wonwoo. And before you knew it, Wonwoo was inserting his own length into your mouth taking you by surprise, causing you to choke lightly.

"Such a good girl, taking good care of her seniors. That's all you are aren't you? Just a tight pretty hole to be filled." Jeonghan. The devil has finally spoken having come up from sucking off Seungcheol. From being on his knees to man-spreading playing with the tip of his cock. The versatility of this man was insane.

"Hm.. but as far as I know good girls don't let their senior do all the work. Don't they?" A deep throaty voice echoes the room as the leader and eldest of the group spoke his words. He was sitting on the loveseat taking up majority of it's space as he spreads his legs, dick standing big and tall resting against his abdomen. It was wet, covered with Jeonghans saliva and his own precum.

You whimpered as your cunt tightens at their words, both hands immediately moving to motion jack off the two boys beside you, head bobbing up and down, pussy grinding on Seungkwan.

Jun, now standing beside Wonwoo, slaps his cock on the small cock bulge on your cheek spreading his precum all over your face. It was hard and heavy filled with cum waiting to be released. His tip ran all over your face before stopping beside the corners of your mouth. "Open up princess, let's put this pretty mouth to good use."

You stop moving your head leaving only your ass and hands in motion. You whimpered looking up at him, you looked like a mess. Make-up running all over your face, mouth spread wide open wrapped around Wonwoo's cock. "C'mon, open up for sunbae. You can take it, I know you can." Jun smirks, tapping his tip on your lips.

Slowly, you pull away from Wonwoos cock before sticking your tongue out for the both of them. The two men make eye contact first smirking at each other. Their dicks were pretty different from each other— Wonwoo was thick while Jun was on the thinner side, but their lengths were on par with each other.

Jun goes first laying his dick on your tongue, followed by Wonwoo doing the same. You move your head forward looking up at both of them as you slowly take them inch by inch. "Shit," Vernon whispers under his breath as he cums all over your hands. "So fucking hot baby," he moans as he watches his hyungs dick disappear into your throat.

Halfway through their length, an evident bulge was starting to show on your throat. Tears shed from yout eyes as your mouth stretches wider than it has ever been in your whole entire life.

"You look so pretty when you cry baby.. only a few more, come one, you can do it, hyung is so proud of you." Wonwoo coos as he cups the side of your face in his hands making you whimper around the two men.

You choke on their dick as Seungkwan starts moving behind you grinding back on your cunt. "Such a good princess, taking us so well." He moans, starting to thrust his hips into you. Pace starting slow before moving quickly forcing you to move forward on Jun and Wonwoos dick inevitably swallowing them more.

"Poor baby, doesn't know who to focus on," Minghao coos at you as Vernon moves away from you, your hand immediately wrapping around Minghaos dick as he comes close to you. "Would you look at that? I haven't even said anything yet and she already knows what to do. Certified slut." He chuckles.

To be honest, you weren't registering anything that was happening to you anymore. You were slowly turning dumb, the only thing you knew was cock cock cock and cock.

Jun slowly starts to thrust his dick into you when he starts to notice your struggle. "No thoughts behind those eyes 'no?"

"Fuck– shit– I'm cumming–," Woozi whines as spurts of cum come out of his dick completely covering your fingers in his cum. Boy was he a heavy cummer, you kinda wished he did it somewhere else.

Your attention from the producer immediately shifted away when you feel Wonwoo and Jun thrusting into your mouth. All of a sudden you feel two different hands go under your top and fondle with your boobs. This in combination with Seungkwan constantly impaling your g-spot has you rolling your eyes backwards.

You were doing so good in holding your come until this very moment, almost forgetting about your sunbaes orders, you hold your stomach tight stopping yourself from cumming. You were so close, so, so, so close.

"Sh.. shit.. fuck! I'm cum.. cumming," Seungkwan groans behind you, thrusts staring to speed up even more hitting you harder than before.

"How about you all go together and cover her up in your cum?" Seokmin spoke, finally.

"Y.. yeah. I can do that." Minghao responds, breaths shaky as he nears his orgasm.

"I'm close.." Wonwoo says groaning. "Yeah.. me too." Jun, breathless.

A few more thrusts and your senses were overwhelmed of how much cum is going on and into you.

Seungkwan shooting his seeds deep within you, mixing with your precum and Dinos dump earlier. Jun and Wonwoo filling up your mouth, directly shooting down your throat forcing you to swallow and taste a mix of their cum. And of course, Minghao spraying all over your hand and back while pinching your tits.

It truly was a sight to see, something that some people could only imagine. Moans, pants, and whimpers echoes in the room as the other members cum on their own as well. It was clear to see that everybody was spent.

Well everybody except five. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Seokmin, Hoshi, and Mingyu. Who's dicks are still as hard as rock, standing as tall as the buildings.

Insisting that they go before the other members considering how far their stamina can get them. They sat on the couch watching everything unfold before them, barely stroking their dicks.

And to ensure that they'd still have you despite already dealing with seven of their members, they made a rule, that if you had cum during the first round with the others. They'd make sure it would be your last for that week. Telling other idols to always leav you hanging no matter what. Because that's what bad girls get.

One by one, the other members pull away from you, taking their place somewhere in the room, leaving you in the middle. Cum all over your body, leaking from your cunt, your mouth, and spread all over your hand and even on your pretty dress you'd performed in.

"Ready for round two princess?"

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filthy drabble...

"Yeah, put it in me- mmff! I'm a cum dump. I'm a cum dump definitely- anggh!"

His hands were strapped to rubber cuffs that was connected to elastic ropes, its ends hooked on the upper corner of the beds. The (h/c) could pulls his hands but to a certain extent, he was still restrained, vulnerable under the men who was playing with his ass, shoving toys and groping his skin.

Someone slapped his butt, a whine from (m/n) as he pushed his hips back, grinding more on the toy that was deep and vibrating inside of his anus. He was intoxicated, so drunk that he couldn't even tell who was fucking him right now.

The toy was pulled out and he whined but moaned gleefully when a wet dick entered his ass. His knees dug into the plush bed, a room he didn't recognise but based off of the toys and bdsm equipment, it was definitely a love hotel.

"God, you're a pro at this. Good cunts get to have cum in their butts. You want it? You wanna drink some cum?" Someone was pounding his ass, their skin slapping together as (m/n) nodded ferverently, pulling on his restraints to the man that sat in front of him, gripping his jaw.

"I want it. I want some dick." He salivated and stuck out his tongue, drool pooling in the middle of the muscle. "Use me. Use me like a toilet, please." (m/n) squirmed, his face hot and his legs sticky. The stranger chuckled as he shimmied off his boxers, pulling out his cock as he ruffled (h/c) hair.

"If you lick it like an ice cream, I'll stick it in with him." He gestured to the other guy who was going to town with his hole. "Your hole is so good-mmff! Gonna cum in here." The man slapped his ass. "Make it leak and all, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

(m/n) couldn't respond, his tongue swirling around the tip of the cock in his face before shoving himself into the man's crotch, moving his throat to massage the base. The man hissed, shallowly thrusting in the (h/c)'s mouth while gripping his hair.

Ropes of cum shot out of (m/n)'s cock, the man behind him rubbing him as he gave one last thrust, spilling his seed deep inside his ass, rubbing his tip against his prostate. "Mmmgghh- oh fuck oh fuck." The (h/c) pulled his mouth away when the man behind him wouldn't stop jacking him off.

"I'm gonna cum again- wait wait-!" He squirted onto the bed, his hole tense and squeezed around the base that was still in him, his rim now dripping cum. "Don't forget about me." His hair was grabbed and he was forcefully shoved into a crotch, his mouth full as he gagged on the tip, the man moaning his name and as he thrusted into his face.

(m/n) mewled when the dick bursted in his mouth, suffocating him as he coughed deliberately, feeling a sharp pain up his nasal holes. "Did it came out your nose? Fuck, my bad." The stranger cheekily wiped his nose, grabbing a tissue to help (m/n) who blew his nostrils into it.

"There's so much, look!" He tossed the wet fabric at the guy behind him. "You're gross, man." "Shut up." The (h/c) was panting, drooling milky fluid from his lips as he shoved his ass against the man behind him. "C'mon, I need more. More cum, more cock-" He slobbered, wiggling his ass.

"So eager." The guy in front cooed at him.

"Pull him up."

-

"Ahh! Ah! Anggh! Urmm! S'deep- mmff! Cock's so big-!"

(m/n) wailed, his hips pulled behind him, as his arms was restricted with a leather fabric. He was suspended in the air, ropes pulling his arms from the hook of the ceiling and the only thing that was close to a surface was the penis that was nestled in his ass, pounding up into him.

"You're so beautiful like this. A waste if we don't use it, hmm?" The (h/c) nodded, kissing the stranger in front of him, the other man still fucking his back as they had switched their spots. His toes could barely reach the floor and his nipples were pinched by a toy clip, intensifying his pleasure as the man in front played with the pressure, releasing and clipping his sensitive buds.

Their tongues mashed together along with their dicks. The stranger humping onto his stomach, their precum dripping heavily onto the floor. "Mm ahh! Ackk-!" He gagged when the man shoved his tongue deep inside his mouth, somehow touching his uvula as he licked his palate, coating his mouth with his drool.

His ass was moving harshly against the man behind, skin was irritated from being pounded and previous cum was dripping onto the floor. (m/n)'s hands moved to grab his buttcheeks, spreading it so his rim was entirely exposed, liking the full bare pressure on his hole. "F-fucking perv'- mmngg! With an ass fat full of cum, I'm shocked if you're not pregnant after this."

The man licked his ear, sucking on his shell and thrusting his tongue into the canal earning a squeal from the (h/c). His cock was grabbed and was jacked off, the man behind him speeding up his pounds as he bursted his semen into (m/n)'s hole, pouring deeply along his walls.

The clips snapped on his chest, (m/n) screaming and creaming into the hand, someone bit his cheek, playfully pulling the skin. "Someone deserves a reward. For being such a good bucket for us." He pulled out, laughing at the amount of cum that dripped while holding the (h/c)'s hips.

(m/n)'s stomach was coated with fluids, the man in front cumming and slobbered the tip all over his skin. (e/c) eyes were drowsy as they moved him, his legs touching the floor as he sat obediently like a dog infront of the two who were jacking off to his face.

"Nice body, nice face...man, you're just built for this, aren't you?"

He nodded drowsily, whining as he grappled onto their dicks, greedily pointing it into his mouth. "No, no. Only good bitches get to drink cum. And you're the best one out there." The man slapped his face, (m/n) whimpered as he stared up at the two, pouting.

"Fucking hell, I can't with that look..." The other jerked off faster, moaning as he rubbed (m/n)'s cheek. "He's a bit rough, does it hurt?" "I like it. I like getting slapped." (m/n) confessed drunkenly, with a grin like telling his mother he got an A on his test.

The man laughed, rambling on how cute and confident the (h/c) is before slapping him as well. The (h/c) hissed, pulling his face back to face them with his mouth open. "Told ya' he's the best."

Both of them fastened their pace, inching closer to (m/n) who was eyeing their red tips, eager to swallow the salty liquid before one of them pushed his lower jaw up to close his mouth. "Not there."

Suddenly, they placed their tips onto his forehead, cumming sperm onto his skin, dripping down his face, cheeks and it slobbered over his eyelids. Some of it got into his hair as (m/n) whined. "What a waste.." One of them, the one who had slapped him first, rubbed the semen into his cheek, running his thumbs in circles.

"It won't be. You've got two dicks to cover for. Unless you're that fucking greedy."

-

(m/n) wasn't sure how coherent he was, sure he was drunk but his body was tired used over and over again. So many rounds and so many toys. His body was submitted into so many forms of horny torture.

His waist was strapped, his cock was tied with a ribbon, his hole was explored, them playing archer to see who could shoot his cum the most into his twitching hole while they locked his mouth with a gag ball.

His back had whip marks, one of them using a leather toy to whip his skin when he was riding the other. (m/n) had came so much at that time, shooting his sperm so much that it hit the guy's face he was bouncing on.

His ass was soft from how much they pounded into him, smacked and they loved it when their cum spilled out of his hole, dripping down his thighs as they fucked themselves into him more, watching how it squelched and the sticky strands connecting their skin together.

Currently, he was laying on someones chest, his legs pushed up as he mumbled incoherently with a dick static deep in him. "I...ugh...urm..." (m/n) didn't react much when a finger dipped inside his filled hole, pulling at his rim and he hissed when they pushed his walls. His mind was somehow clouded and blank, letting the two strangers stretch their hole, as one of them climbed on top of him, coating himself with lube.

"This one's for you, (m/n)." He cooed at the drunk (h/c) who gripped onto the man under them for stability, digging his nails into his bicep. The (h/c) couldn't breathe, his ass full with a cock and a tip slowly pushing past his strained rim. "I-It's gonna rip. Fuck- t-too full!"

"You were the one begging to have your ass shoved up with two dicks. Did you forget already?" He teased the drowsy (h/c), slowly pushing in as (m/n) clenched onto both of them, whining how much it hurts with his dick flat against his stomach.

"You'll be okay, it won't tear." The man under him comforted him, rubbing his nipples and licking at his nape. "This is your reward, remember? For being the best cum dump."

They moved slowly together, moaning at the heat and tightness and (m/n) had it the most. Screaming and cumming when they fucked him gently before gradually speeding up, using him as a cocksleeve. Grabbing his waist and pulling at it to slam him on both their cocks, the (h/c) crying how his ass was too full and they were bound to break his hole.

"Ngg-gah! Too much-TOO MUCH!" He screamed again when he both tips pushed against his prostate, kissing it as they pounded into him more and more, his legs pushed up to his shoulders. "Mmng angh anh shit shit!" He cussed as he felt like he was gonna come again, but tilted his head when nothing came out of his dick.

It was a drygasm, his hole unconsciously squeezing harshly onto both cocks. The one under him stayed still inside, yelping as he bursted inside (m/n)'s hole while the other pulled out, shooting his sperm at the (h/c)'s twitching rim, painting both the stranger's balls and (m/n)'s hole with his cum.

(m/n) wasn't sure what happened after, he was lying on the bed numb and full. The two men were talking to each other, their hands stroking his hair and his sore thighs. They turned their attention to him when he whined, annoyed how their focus wasn't on him.

"Prince finally woke up. Thought you died there, got him thinking we killed you with our dicks." "I was worried, you asshole. You went crazy on his body like a damn animal." "You slapped him first??"

They argued and (m/n) realised he had been laying in someone's lap. His thighs were gently massaged and his hair was being played with. He could get used to this.

"It was...good. I feel satisfied." He rambled mindlessly, the man rubbing his legs laughed. "If two men can't satisy you, then I'm worried what will." They were all chatting like friends despite being strangers in each other mere hours ago.

"Annh." (m/n) opened his mouth as he kneeled on the floor, showing off his tongue and he caught the guy off guard, his face amused and shocked by his enthusiasm. "Wow. I'm impressed, really. Don't have anymore in me. Unless you wanna be a real toilet."

"Just give me whatever. Whatever it is, I'll take it like a good whore." The other rubbed his hair, raking his fingers through his locks. "Consider it as a present then." He mumbled as the other one rubbed his penis in (m/n)'s face.

"Open wide!"

He jokingly slurred, pouring hot liquid onto (m/n)'s face who grinded onto their feet, squealing as the fluid came into contact with his skin. "Hah...hah...ha..." It wasn't cum. It definitely wasn't cum.

"We're going to have so much fun."

[END SCENE]

Afterthoughts :

I got horny mb

Keep in mind that these are empty characters, no connection to my ocs and these are just me being horny after class again. Please dont rq more of these weirdos cuz i genuinely donno who theyre gonna be. Ong someone tip me cuz im going broke ARGH Goodbye LOL

Edit : got off of my high...i donno what to feel abt this. The fact that theres no set character makes it feel bland, its literally just my desire to be squished in a threesome. Oh well this just proves that sex is better w feelings🥰 (im watching blue lock tonight!)

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[eudaimaniacs]

bedsheets (logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 947 words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni).

notes: i am back after a week of stressful preliminary exams. i can't wait to write again. and also, happy birthday to the handsome hugh jackman. have a good day, and enjoy!

The Texas summer was different, requiring you to change your clothes and bedsheets constantly. You had to wear little to none because of the excessive sweating. While you were melting under the sun, Logan enjoyed the view. He loved the short shorts you wore that you would discard later. The sight of the thin, transparent strap accentuating your ass made him crazy. There wasn’t one day where Logan would almost rip your underwear to shreds before fucking you like an animal.

This day was no different. However, you had to change the bedsheets after having them for a week. The mixed sweat and fluids of yours and Logan let out a foul smell. It was disgusting to sleep and have sex on it. Logan wouldn’t admit it, but he loved it. The combined scent of the love you two had for each other drove him crazy.

Dressed only in your t-shirt and underwear, you removed the soiled bedsheet and put on the newly washed one. The sweet, lavender smell overcoming your nose made you smile. You couldn’t wait to lie down and sleep on it. It was extra special since Logan decided to fix the air conditioner that broke down one searing day. He was wearing his signature white tank top and those tight jeans. The cat-haired man was focused on ensuring the air conditioner was in good condition.

After putting on the new bedsheets, you went to the kitchen to eat some ice cream. You turned on the electric fan as the inevitable sweat began to drip. You cursed the cruel Texas summer as you ate spoons of chocolate ice cream. The clacking and boom of Logan fixing the air conditioner filled the air. As much as you hate the loud sounds, you are relieved that both of you are going to sleep in peace without sweating through the night.

“[Y/N], check the air conditioner,” Logan shouted from the bedroom.

You stood up and put the ice cream tub back inside the freezer. Almost removing your sweat-filled shirt, you made your way to the bedroom. The cold air surprises your hot body. The sensation of getting cooled from the cruel summer felt nice. Finally, you and Logan won’t sweat every night, so you won’t have to change the bedsheets constantly.

You kissed Logan and remarked, “Nice job, darling. Now I won’t tire myself changing disgusting bedsheets.”

The older man smirked and massaged your exposed butt. You see the outline of his penis hardening in his tight jeans. You sighed as you knew the bedsheets were getting soiled, not by the combined sweat but by the fluids. Logan groaned as he caressed your breasts and made your nipples perk up. You moaned as you squeezed his jeans, making Logan elicit a loud growl. You giggle as you break the kiss and remove your shirt.

“You don’t mind messing the new bedsheets, princess?”

You lie down on the lavender-scented bedsheets. Your tits bounce as Logan begins to unbuckle his belt.

You smirk and giggle before begging him to mess up the newly changed bedsheets with you. You spread your legs, and that made Logan even crazier. The transparent fabric is now wet with your arousal. The glisten of it invites Logan to let out his animal. Even with his penis wanting relief, Logan wanted to taste your pussy first.

He kneeled at the end of the bed and began to eat you out. You grabbed the sheets as the sensation of Logan’s tongue sent you to ecstasy. You whined and called out Logan’s name. Logan licked your pussy as if it were an ice cream on a cone, melting under the sun.

“You taste so sweet, [Y/N]. Already wetting the bedsheets, you naughty girl,” Logan grunted as he rubbed his penis against the mattress.

As you felt your high crashing over, Logan stopped eating you out and discarded his jeans and underwear. You groaned at the sudden halt of your pleasure. However, in exchange for its absence was his dick finally entering you. Logan lifted your legs and put them over his shoulder. He slowly entered inside you, and you felt the outline of his penis growing in your stomach.

You moaned as Logan started pounding away. Your boobs bouncing at Logan’s sheer animalistic power. He growled as he saw your flushed face overwhelmed with pleasure. Logan squeezed your tits as he continued to thrust inside you.

“Logan, it-i-it feels s-so good!”

You try holding on to the headboard or anything at all. Your legs were tired already. However, you wanted to chase your high. Logan kissed your legs as he quickened his pace.

“L-Logan! I’m, fuck, I-I think I’m c-close to c-c-cumming!” You shout as you feel your stomach twisting at the upcoming wave of pleasure.

Logan growled and whispered, “Fuck, come on, princess. Cum. Cum on my cock.”

He picked up the pace as he wanted you to orgasm. Your eyes roll at the back of your head as the overwhelming sensation of his penis fills you. Logan relaxed his thrusts as he fucked his fluid inside you. He pulled out and lay next to your shaking and sweating body. You sensed Logan’s warm cum flowing out of your pussy.

Logan kissed your forehead as he took care of you. You smile and put your face in his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.

“Sure, you don’t care about the messy bedsheets, princess?” Logan whispered as he massaged your back.

You softly smile and look at his eyes before replying, “I am always happy to mess them as long as you fuck me, Logan.”

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[teapartyprincess4two]

Call Out My Name- J. Webber

pairing: OFcreator!reader x CoStar!Jake

classification: angst, smut

inspiration: request1, request2, Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, mention of online sex work, use of y/n, jealousy, slight cursing, Daddy kink, arguing, possessive!Jake, FWB (kinda?), slapping, cream pie, camera usage, somewhat pervy/ gross side character, smoking & alcohol

summary: When you film a video with somebody else, Jake’s jealousy takes over.

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Your whole life you’ve been known to tell a good lie. You’ve never been necessarily sneaky, you’ve just always been a good actress; a good pretender.

That’s why it’s easy to pretend that Kevin, the man on top of you, is making you see stars. He’s jabbing his penis inside of you like a double edged sword, managing to make every angle less pleasurable than the last.

You put on the performance of a lifetime, but only because the cameras are rolling. A red, blinking light stares back at you to taunt you; to let you know that it’s not over until he’s done.

So, you arch your back off the bed, kiss all over his body, wrap your legs around his waist, chanting words you don’t mean. Words along the lines of, “It feels so good,” “Just like that,” and “Faster! Harder!”

The whole time, as Kevin pounds into you at an ungodly, un-pleasurable pace, all you can think about is Jake. Jake always managed to make you feel good even when the cameras were off. Yet you somehow always find yourself under subpar men.

A loud grunt, and a sweaty forehead against your shoulder pulls you out of your trance.

“Holy fuck that was good!” Kevin groans, his voice choppy as he attempts to catch his breath. His entire body collapses on top of yours, suffocating you under his weight.

This is your grand finale, the big show!

You let out a high pitched moan, claw at his back, and shake beneath him (as much as his weight will allow you) as you praise his hard work.

“So good! Fuck! I’m coming!”

You sit in the moment for a while, uncomfortably adjusting yourself under Kevin as the camera continues recording the awkward silence.

Finally, when you decide this entire interaction needs to end, your palms press flat against his shoulders to push him off of you. His body rolls onto the opposite side of the bed, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his high.

You throw on a robe and walk over to the camera, turning it off and looking expectantly at Kevin. He smirks at you, misreading your expression completely.

“Already ready for round two?” He chuckles. “Couldn’t get enough of the stallion, huh?”

He stands up and begins walking over to you while stroking himself, ready to engulf your frame in his arms.

You scoff, picking his clothes up from the floor and shoving it into his chest. “Let’s see how many views this gets. Then I’ll think about it.”

Kevin wears a dumbfounded expression as you kick him out of your house. You’re definitely NEVER collabing with him again, no matter the views.

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Loud music bumps through the club speakers. A cold drink sits in Jake’s hand, the same drink he’s been nursing all night.

All week he’d been looking forward to a night out with his friends, but now that he’s actually here, he’s not sure he’s enjoying it as much as he thought he would. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t arrived yet.

Kevin stands across from him, retelling stories that everyone is only half-listening to. For as long as Jake has known him, he’s hated Kevin. Everything from the way that he walks, talks, dresses, and even the way that he name drops all of his collabs.*1

As an online sex worker, Jake knows that collaborations between creators are no strings attached and meaningless (for the most part at least). But as Kevin says your name, and describes in detail how good the sex was, Jake can’t help but feel jealous.

“I had her in every position you can think of,” Kevin boasts, holding his arms out as he thrusts the air. “I don’t think I’ve ever made someone cum that fast either,” he continues, pretending to slap ass as he continues his gross display.

Jake scoffs, unintentionally gaining Kevin’s attention.

“Jake! You’ve filmed with her before, right?” Kevin asks.

Jake’s done more than film with you, but he’s not the type to show off. “Yeah, we’ve collabed here and there.”

Kevin jabs Jake’s side, “So you know how tight that pussy is then.” Jake’s heard enough, he shoves Kevin away from him and downs the drink that was still in his hand.

He sucks in through his teeth, slamming the glass onto a nearby table before pushing his way out of the club. “Fuck’s his problem?” Kevin says in confusion, watching as Jake disappears outside.

Jake doesn’t know why he’s so upset, or even why he’s jealous in the first place. He knows you’ve had sex with people other than him, it’s literally your job, but for some reason it gets under his skin ever time.

The thought of you under another man —even if it is just for work— and enjoying it makes him see red. Sometimes he wishes your relationship wasn’t so transactional, that he could have you all to himself even when the camera wasn’t rolling. But he’s forced to accept the fact that what you two share is purely business.

Jake now stands outside of the club, back against a rough brick wall as he tries hard to think of anything other than you. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, craving the burn that smoking brings him to distract his mind. He’s quick to light the stick and take a long drag from it, blowing in the general direction of an approaching figure.

The street is dimly lit, causing him to squint his eyes until you finally come into view. It’s almost like his jealousy summoned you.

Immediately you notice Jake, excitedly skipping over to him as quickly as your tight leather dress will allow you. “Got one for me?” you ask, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at his cigarette.

You look so happy to see him, but his face doesn’t mirror your expression. He’s quiet, trying to keep to himself as much as possible before his mind inevitably reminds him of Kevin’s words.

He pulls another cigarette out, watching as you place it between your lips and wait for him to light it for you.

“How come you’re not inside?” you ask through puffs of smoke. Jake can’t stop looking at your lips, reminiscing on all the times you wrapped them around his cock while a camera was pointed at your face.

“It was getting loud in there,” he replies simply, before mindlessly continuing, “Plus I couldn’t listen to Kevin keep talking about how good it felt to fuck you.”

You grimace at the mention of his name. “Kevin’s here?”

Jake’s jaw clenches, fingers flicking the cigarette onto the floor. “Don’t sound too excited,” he scoffs with an eye roll.

What the fuck? You choke on the smoke, coughing loudly as you reply, “I’m not?”

“Whatever, let’s just go inside. Everyone’s been waiting for you.” Jake’s pushes off the brick wall, ready to walk past you and into the club, but you stop him by standing directly in his path.

“Move, Y/n,” he grits, stretching his neck out to avoid eye contact.

“No. Why are you being so pissy?”

“I’m not. Now move.” Jake tries walking around you, but you just scoot over and block him again.

“Jake,” you say sternly, trying to pull his attention to you, he’s upset and stubborn. “Look at me.”

Finally, he meets your expectant gaze, and the look in his eyes is one you’ve only ever seen during sex. “C’mon, wouldn’t wanna keep Kevin waiting,” he grumbles, a clear displeasure evident in his tone.

Finally, it clicked.

“Are you jealous?” You tease, chuckling slightly. His expression shifts from annoyance to embarrassment, mostly because he never thought you’d catch on or that he made it so obvious.

“You’re jealous!” You exclaim, trying hard to hold back your laughter. Once again, he scoffs, but he’s terrible at hiding his embarrassment.

“Aw Jake, don’t be jealous,” you tease.

“Video did get a lot of views though.” It’s true, the video brought a lot of traction to your account, but so did every single one of your other videos.

An idea pops into his mind at the revelation, but you don’t give him time to respond before you’re turning on your heel and excitedly walking into the club.

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All night you’ve been working towards making Jake more jealous than he already was. All you had to do was stand close to Kevin, chat him up a bit, and pretend to be interested in whatever he quipped back. Kevin was definitely getting the wrong idea, but if it got you closer to Jake, it didn’t matter.

Jake’s eyes have been glued to you from the moment you entered the club, trained on your every move. His blood is boiling, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are bawled.

He needs to come up with an excuse to get you alone as quickly as possible, just so you two can make a video of your own. Honestly, he’ll be content for some alone time with you even if the camera isn’t involved.

Jake watches in jealousy as your hands grip Kevin’s bicep, supporting yourself as you throw your head back in laughter. Surely Kevin isn’t that funny.

Kevin’s arm manages to escape your grip and slither around your waist, his hand resting on your ass before squeezing it. You know Jake’s watching, so you let Kevin put on a show.

When Kevin slaps your ass, loudly and proudly, Jake decides he’s seen enough. So, he walks over to you without a real plan, but he’s being fueled by rage and jealousy.

Jake leans down in front of you, whispering into your ear, “Meet me in the parking lot.”

You struggle to hear him over the music and Kevin’s hold on you makes it hard to scoot in closer to him.

“What?” You whisper shout.

“Meet me in the parking lot,” Jake repeats, gritting his teeth and sending an unreadable look towards Kevin.

He’s quick to dismiss himself from everyone else, bidding his goodbyes as he walks out into the parking lot. As you watch his brooding figure disappear, your thighs subconsciously clench together. For some reason, the miserable, possessive aura that radiated from him was causing a heat to grow within you.

After some minutes, you make up an excuse as to why you need to leave. Something along the lines of, “I have an early day tomorrow.” Luckily, no one questions your excuse, or the way you giddily skip out of the club, not even Kevin.

When you exit the building and round the corner into the parking lot, you spot Jake leaning against the hood of his car. A cigarette sits between his lips, the lit end blinking with each inhale.

“No Kevin?” He says with a sly grin.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “I can go get him if you want?” You turn on your heels, pretending like you’re going to walk back into the club.

“I was kidding,” he grumbles, pulling your body into his roughly. You slam against him, your crotch hitting his already erect member.

Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, both hands landing on your ass. He squeezes firmly, massaging your skin repeatedly.

“Why’d you call me out here, Jake?” You ask, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

“You know why,” he hums, applying pressure to your back until you’re basically grinding.

You decide to tease him, knowing that he’s so unbelievably horny that it’ll work him up even further. “I don’t know why, Jake. Care to explain?”

He’s still grinding himself into you, his breath becoming heavy with every passing second. Jake’s mind is going crazy with the thought of you on the back of his car, camera in your face, praising every inch of his body.

Jake’s head falls onto your shoulder, mouth latching onto the skin of your neck in a soft, sloppy attack of kisses. “Just thought we could… you know, make a video of our own,” he murmurs against your skin.

You want to give in, to take him right there in the middle of the parking lot, but you know that the further you push him, the greater the reward.

“We’ve made enough videos. They don’t bring in as many views as my other ones…” you say, stifling a moan. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that. Your videos with Jake are easily the most popular on your account.

“… As my videos with Kevin.”

Jake’s lips come to a halt, hands becoming stiff on your ass.

“Yeah?” Jake says.

“Yeah.” You reply, a stubborn underlying tone in your voice.

He unlocks his car, opening the back seat. “Get in.”

“What?” You laugh, slight confusion written on your face.

“You heard me,” he growls.

As you begin crawling into the backseat, his hand lands a firm slap on your ass.

“We’re gonna see how many views we can get you.”

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Even though this is what you’ve wanted all night, now that you’re in the backseat of Jake’s car, you feel nervous. You’ve filmed videos like this before, yet you feel like a virgin anxiously awaiting to be touched.

Because you’re in a car, you have none of your camera equipment, so you’re wondering what Jake will record this on.

“C’mere,” Jake murmurs, catching sight of the way you anxiously play with the hem of your dress. “What happened to all that confidence?” He teases as you make your way onto his lap, finding a comfortable position over his crotch.

Instinctively, you grind onto him, but his hands are quick to stop you. “Uh uh. I’m in control, baby.”

“You were acting like a stupid brat. You think brats deserve to be rewarded?” He asks, pulling his phone out of his one pocket. You don’t answer, but you don’t have to because he does it for you, “They don’t. They get punished.”

The phone’s flash shines in your face, a clear indicator that he’s started recording. Suddenly, you become shy, because even if this is what you do for a living, it always feels more vulnerable and real with Jake.

A shocked gasp escapes your lips as he swiftly maneuvers you so that you’re lying across his lap. Your tight dress has managed to ride past your hips at this point, providing Jake the perfect view of your ass which he gladly captures on camera.

“You know what happens to brats, Y/n?” Jake asks, his unoccupied hand massaging your thighs and ass.

Your voice is squeaky as you try not to get lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, “Mmm— No.”

Suddenly, he delivers a quick slap to your bum. You weren’t expecting it, and you’re so lost in the moment that all you can manage to do is squeal.

“You like that?” He taunts, focusing the camera on the red handprint that’s forming on your skin. You bite your lip and nod your head, batting your eyelashes at him. Not only did you know that this would rile him up, but you actually did like that.

“Fucking brat,” he grits. Jake’s hand lands on your ass again, only slightly harder than before. The sting courses through your body, eliciting the smallest moan from you.

He delivers another slap. “I won’t stop until I know you’ve learned your lesson.” Slap.

You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your moans and whimpers. But it’s no use, you’re enjoying this much more than you’d care to admit.

If it weren’t for the wetness that formed in your panties, you might’ve allowed this to continue all night. But, as he continues delivering slap after slap, all you can think about is the erection that is poking at your stomach.

So when he proposes the question, “Have you learned your lesson?”

You’re quick to reply with, “Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

The pet name flips a switch in Jake. It’s the first time anyone has ever referred to him as that, and he’s instantly addicted.

“Say it again.”

You crawl back into his lap, sitting right above his crotch. Your fingers weave through his hair and tug the strands.

Slowly, you lean close enough for your lips to graze his. “I learned my lesson,” you whisper, “Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers. Suddenly he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to remain in control. There’s something about the way the word sounds coming from your sultry voice. It has him weak.

You grind onto his cock as you connect your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy, needy, and tastes of desire. Jake’s completely forgotten about the phone, tossing it to the side and allowing his hands to roam your body.

His strong, rough hands travel from your ass to your boobs, pulling the dress down until your breasts are free. He hungrily latches onto your nipples, sucking and nipping at the sensitive buds until your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Your body continues gyrating against his, the material of his jeans providing you with the slightest relief. It still wasn’t enough, though, you needed to feel him, all of him.

You pull his face back up to yours, capturing his lips in another heated makeout session. Moans and groans are swallowed by the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You’re breathless, but the kiss is so much better than oxygen.

One of your hands begins palming him through his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in an attempt to free his cock.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg against his lips.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good,” he grunts, watching as you pull his pants down. Jake’s cock springs free, precum already leaking from the red, swollen tip.

As you pump him slowly, spreading his natural lubrication along his shaft, he uses one of his fingers to pull your panties to the side. The fabric pushes against your clit and the pressure is soon replaced with his fingers as he circles the bundle of nerves rhythmically.

You’re quick to position yourself over his cock, sitting on the tip momentarily before sinking down on it completely.

“Jake— fuck!” You moan, throwing your head onto his shoulder. Jake’s size always manages to overwhelm you.

You’re about to start bouncing on his dick, but he stops you with strong hands on your waist.

“That’s not my name.”

Rutting your hips in response earns you yet another slap to the ass.

“Don’t be a brat. Say my name,” he growls.

You clench around his girth, desperate for some sort of relief as he continues to hold you in place.

“Say.” Slap. “My.” Slap. “Name.” Slap.

Your asscheek is red and stinging, the need growing deep within your core. “Jake?” You tease, feigned innocence laced in your voice.

In an attempt to reposition himself, he bucks his hips upwards into you. You whimper at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix.

“Wanna act stupid?” He asks, mostly to himself. He grabs the long forgotten phone, its flash once again illuminating your exposed body. “I’ll fuck you stupid then.”

In one swoop, Jake lays you on your back in the backseat. Your tits jiggle against the fabric of your dress that’s pooled beneath them, an excited giggle being the only thing keeping you from moaning.

“You won’t think shit’s funny when I’m done with you.”

His large hand slithers up your body, wrapping around your neck as he begins pounding into you relentlessly. Small hands wrap around his wrist as you try adjusting to the feeling.

He’s fucking you so fast, so good. Muffled and strained moans ring through the car, harmonizing with the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Jake’s still pointing the camera in your face, capturing your fucked out expression perfectly. He expertly angles the camera down to your wet cunt, biting his lip at the sight he’s met with. His length plunges in and out of you repeatedly, squelching as it’s coated in your slick.

“Jake— I—,” you stutter through your words, the euphoric feeling of his dick suffocated between your walls clouding your mind with lust.

He pulls out of you completely, immediately missing the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, but he needs to teach you a lesson.

Your hips lift from the leathery cushion beneath them, chasing his cock in a hungry haze. You whimper and claw at the wrist that’s wrapped around your throat, begging desperately for him to stuff you again.

“Say my name,” he commands. Your nose scrunches in indignation.

His grip on your throat loosens, that same hand traveling down to his aching cock. Jake teasingly traces the tip along your cunt, earning another hip buck from you.

“You know what to do, baby,” he teases.

“One word will give you everything you want.” He slaps the tip against your throbbing clit. You want to continue playing this game, but you know you won’t last long.

You sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows. The camera has the perfect view of your face and your pussy that clenches around nothing.

Your eyelashes bat against your cheeks as you bite your lip. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

As soon as the pet name leaves your mouth, Jake is diving back into you in a hungry frenzy. The force pushes you back onto your back. His pounding thrusts have you seeing stars, his tip kissing your cervix each time.

“Was that so fucking hard?” He grunts. One of his hands grips your waist, providing him with the leverage necessary to continue fucking you deep and hard. The other hand, is focused on filming every beautiful second of this. From the way you look wrapped around him, to the way your mouth falls open because of the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins.

His grunts bring you closer to the edge, especially when mixed with the filthy words that fall from his lips. “Did Kevin fuck you this good? Did his dick have you squirming and whimpering like this?”

You’re too fucked out to respond, causing Jake to pound into you even harder than before. “Hmm? Did he?”

“No, Daddy. No one fucks me this good— fuck!” Your eyes screw shut as he fucks you at a particularly delicious angle. “Only you do, Daddy. Only you.”

You feel your climax approaching quickly, so you slither your hand down to your clit. Your fingers rub circles into the sensitive bud as you chase your high.

Jake’s orgasm must be close too because his hips stutter and his movements become sloppier, a string of curse words and moans melodically falling on the skin of your neck.

“I’m coming!” You squeak.

Your legs convulse and shake as your orgasm washes over you, your core clenching around Jake’s cock as he continues pushing and pulling inside of you.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby. So, so good,” he praises as your plushy walls continue clamping around his dick.

He’s so unbelievably close, all he needs is to hear you say his name one last time. “Say my name, baby. I’m so close.”

You chant the pet name like a mantra, kissing his sweaty chest and shoulders repeatedly to help him reach his orgasm. He loves the way you say it and would gladly listen to you say it forever if he could.

Jake’s hips snap into you one last time as hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your insides. A breathy, animalistic moan racks through his body as he collapses onto you.

For the first time in a long time, the weight of a man’s body on you doesn’t feel suffocating. Instead, it feels comforting and you’d love for him to remain this close to you for as long as possible.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. So, as you both recover from the powerful orgasms that just surged through your body, he pulls out of you slowly.

You immediately miss the feeling of him inside of you and as he turns the phone off, you find yourself wishing you were still under the spotlight, because maybe then the moment would last longer.

You sit up and adjust your dress. “Hope you got your footage,” you comment, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’ll get a lot of views.”

Jake pulls his pants up, sending you a bewildered look. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m sharing this,” he chuckles.

Your brows furrow in confusion, a slight twinge of embarrassment painting your expression. “Was it not good enough?”

As you await his response, you crawl into the passenger seat. He follows suit shortly after, joining you in the driver’s seat.

“Was it not good enough?” He scoffs, restating your question like it’s an insult. “It was too good.”

A blush forms on your face. You don’t know what it is about Jake that always makes you feel like a giggly teenage girl.

“It was too damn good, baby. And Daddy doesn’t like sharing.”

Instinctively, your thighs press together. He always managed to rile you up within seconds.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that. I’m greedy,” Jake states.

You nod your head slowly.

“And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets.” His right hand rests on your thigh as the other works the steering wheel. *2

“Yes Daddy,” you whisper, earning yourself a squeeze. If it meant he’d fuck you like he just did, you were going to continue calling out his name.

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MASTERLIST

a/n:

okay so I’m writing Arranged CH.2 rn, but this idea just came to me based on the two requests (linked). Also, I need a smut break tbh I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING FLUFFY AND/ OR ANGSTY. which is what Arranged is perfect for 😏

I’m trying to gain the motivation to write frequently again so I can post more, but it’s a process. I’m getting there guys.

Thank you my sweet anons for these reqs (linked), hope you enjoy!!!

- L.A.M.B 👼🏻💗

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1* Kendrick V. Drake, thoughts? Personally, I’m team Kendrick 🤔 the songs are too damn catchy

2* I know he says “whatever daddy wants, daddy gets,” as a joke, but let’s pretend he says it to get us all worked up. okay? Okay.

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LNDS Zayne: Toy Panda (18+)

So I just bought pain relieving cream and two braces because I have managed to literally kill my wrists by writing all this smut. It's so worth it. This is just smut and fluff guys. Also really bad jokes. Like really bad. Those are my favorite.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Unsafe Sex, Panda Outfits, Fluff, Horrible Jokes, Fingering, Penis in vagina sex Pairing: Zayne x Reader Synopsis: You had beaten Zayne as kitty cards and, as a prize, got him in the viral panda outfit. The only issue is he wants to take it off, and you want to help him in those efforts. Word Count: 4.5k

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Zayne

Toy Panda

You stared at the door, waiting patiently. Your panda overalls felt huge and a little warm; you played with the sleeves as you waited patiently for your favorite doctor. You were relaxed on his couch, your arms going over the edge as you stared. Any minute now and you could get to see the fruits of your labor finally paying off.

Your silent wishes were answered as you heard the click of the door opening, Zayne slowly coming out of his bedroom. A large panda outfit hung off him, the overalls being ridiculously big even on his hulking form. He didn’t bother with the hood as he adjusted his glasses. You could see the start of a blush on his cheeks as he was looking anywhere but at you.

“Oh my god you’re adorable for once!” You said, jumping off the couch to go run over to him. He really did look like a giant panda plushie and you wanted to just curl your arms around him and never let go. Zayne, however, seemed less amused by the situation as he looked over at you finally, seeing your eyes lighting up at his gaze.

The man let out a long, exasperated sigh, “Well, does this satisfy the conditions to your win?” He said, opening his arms a bit so you could see. When he looked at you this time he seemed almost amused with how giddy you were. You knew the man was a pushover when it came to concerns about you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Oh no, you lost fair and square at kitty cards the other day. You’re gonna be stuck like this for a bit, Doctor Panda.” You joked, your hand going over to his fluffy overalls as you played with the soft fabric. 

“If I’m not mistaken you were the one who wanted to trade cards about three times during our round, which led to your victory.” He said and you huffed, crossing your arms.

“It’s not my fault you let me.” You had simply used an advantage you called ‘Zayne loves you way too much and will let you cheat at cards, even if it's against him’. It was a viable strategy when playing kitty cards.

“If this is supposed to be a punishment, then why are you wearing the outfit as well?” He asked, noticing how soft you looked at the moment. You pulled the hood up, tilting your head back and forth in a little shimmy shake.

“It’s cute and comfy, obviously. Besides, we never get to match!” You exclaimed as though you were stating the most obvious thing in the world. He looked somewhat amused at your declaration, his hand reaching out to pat the top of your head.

“You do look rather cute like this.” He said, leaning down to be eye level with you. You chuckle, hands going to cup his cheeks and give them a small pinch in response.

“We both look cute like this, mister.” You said, pressing a kiss on his nose, “Absolutely adorable. The cutest.” You claimed, pressing a kiss to his forehead this time, “I wouldn’t mind if you wore this every day, my dear panda.”

Your hands slipped from his cheeks as he began standing up straight, “Well as fun as this is, I think I’d rather get changed now.” Oh no he didn’t.

Your hands found themselves in the thick plush of the overalls, tugging at him so he couldn’t get too far away, “You can’t change yet, you haven’t been in it long enough. Just showing up wearing it isn’t enough.” You whined out, giving the clothes another tug to show your displeasure. 

Zayne looked down, his hands cupping your own, his body looming over you as he leaned forward, “You never stated the duration that I’d be in these.” He pointed out. Your lip jutted out in a mock pout as you tightened your grip on him.

“You need to wear them until I’m satisfied.” You declared.

“And when will that be? In an hour? Or perhaps in the morning?” His voice was coming out almost mocking. He had a point though, if he agreed to that then he might be in these well into the afternoon of tomorrow. It was something he would never agree to since he was a logical man at the end of the day.

“Okay fine…then how about a kiss? If you can satisfy me with a kiss then you can get changed.” You finally settled on, knowing those terms were more than acceptable.

“Just a kiss?” He seemed skeptical.

“A good kiss that leaves me in a puddle by the end.” You clarified, knowing he might tease you and give you a soft peck, then call it a day. He let out a small sigh, but the faint upturn of his lips gave away his emotions.

Zayne placed a hand on your chin, tilting your head up while the other hand was planted firmly on your hip. He leaned in, his lips pressing against your own. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

He leaned down a bit to help you out, dragging you closer until your body was flush against his own. You felt his teeth nip gently at your lip and you happily sighed into the kiss, opening up enough for him to explore your mouth. He tasted like the mint ice cream you two had grabbed before heading back to his apartment earlier.

You let out a small moan as the hand on your hip gently rubbed at you; a shiver ran down the length of your spine. He finally parted from your lips, a small string of saliva that connected you two snapping. You looked up at him with your eyes half lidded, biting your lower lip. You always wanted more when it came to this man. Just one kiss, no matter how good it was, had never been enough.

“Are you satisfied now?” He whispered, his nose bumping against your own. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, then your eyes darted away.

“We might need to try again, just so I can be sure…” You murmured, looking back up at him. His eyes were already darkening from lust and you knew just a bit more would lead you to his room.

“Now, now, aren’t you being a bit greedy?” Zayne asked, raising his eyebrow in question. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he clearly thought you were cute with the small pout on your lips. The glint in his eye was unmistakable, or at least it was to you at this point in your relationship.

Still, despite his teasing, he leaned his head back in and captured your lips once more. The hand on your chin slowly moved down to hold the other side of your waist as your body melded into his. Even through the thick fabrics you could still feel the slight warmth radiating off his body.

This kiss had been sweeter as Zayne took his time to savor the taste of your lips on his. It was serene how he made you feel so safe in his arms. The hands that were around his shoulders went to play with the soft, black hair. Zayne hummed into the kiss, appreciating the small gesture as your hands combed through them leisurely.

After a few moments, he finally parted from you again, although this time he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, then to your cheeks, and finally on your nose. A giggle bubbled in your chest, escaping in an airy laugh. You looked up at him, a dopey grin spreading on your face.

“Now that you seem satisfied, I think I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” He said, making you remember exactly what you had been doing previously.

“Changing without me? You’re not gonna let me help?” You playfully jeered, your hands slowly coming down until they rested on Zayne’s broad chest. His own hands once again went to cup yours, bringing them both to his mouth as he gently kissed your knuckles.

“I think I’m fully capable of taking off my own clothes.” He said finally, your face falling for a moment at his statement. Despite your need for the man, you wouldn’t press him into anything. You gave a small smile and nodded.

“Alright, if you insist that you don’t need my help, I guess I can let you strip by yourself.” You said with a shrug and he let out a long breath, staring at you for a moment as though trying to decide what he wanted to do.

He seemed to finally settle on something when he spoke, “Although it would be a shame if we were no longer matching, now wouldn’t it?” 

“We would still be matching if we were both naked.” You didn’t miss a beat.

He nodded his head as though that actually made sense. He always had that ability to play along with you as though you were spitting facts, despite the nonsense you often spewed. It made you feel…important.

You let out a small squeak of surprise as he cupped your ass, lifting you up. Your legs went to lock around his waist as he began carrying you to his bedroom, “I wouldn’t mind matching you in such a way, as long as you find it agreeable.” He finally settled on as he opened the bedroom door.

“Zayne, if I ever say no to that kind of question, just assume someone kidnapped me and replaced me with a doppelganger.” You said in an overly serious tone. Zayne exhaled through his nose in an attempt at laughing, because lord forbid he ever have a proper belly laugh once in a while.

Still you didn’t fight the fit of giggles, your stomach feeling like a million butterflies were fluttering around with your love for the man. You cupped his cheeks once more, placing feather light kisses all over his face as he carried you over to the bed. You felt more than you saw when he smiled, your lips kissing the corners of his mouth until you pecked them.

The comfortable mattress sank as he set you down gently, the bed creaked slightly under your weight. You decided to be nice and let go of his face, though you wished you wore lipstick as his face would’ve been absolutely littered in marks. Something to save for another day.

“Looking at you like this, I might mistake you for a plushie.” He said, noticing how your hood was still up. You were kicking your feet, smiling at him with a happy glint in your eyes that always seemed to put Zayne in a good mood.

“If I’m a plushie then will you promise to hold me tight and never let go?” You settled on, your tone was anything but seductive. A small blush was blooming on your cheeks with the way he looked down at you.

“I never had any intentions of letting you go in the first place.” His words seemed so final that your breath got caught in your throat.

 Zayne began working off his clothes, easily shucking off the overalls and ripping the hoodie off in one quick motion. Normally he was more careful with how he treated clothes when taking them off, but you noted how he seemingly didn’t care about this particular outfit. Strange.

Once Zayne was left in nothing but his underwear; your tongue poking out as you licked your lips,  “Damn panda daddy, I forgot how much you were hiding under all that fur.”

Zayne paused, looking over at you and you could see the disappointment in his eyes. It only fueled your amusement, snickering at the expression he made at you. He was always exasperated from your antics, but seeing the hope leaving him never ceased to make you giddy. It was just too beautiful to see the Doctor Zayne get caught off guard.

He didn’t even say anything in response, only changing where he looked when you made grabby hands, “You need to help your plushie.” You cooed happily.

Zayne walked over to you, unclipping the overalls and they fell around your hips. You were beaming the entire time as he made you raise your hips so he could fully pull it off you. You were left in the panda hoodie and your underwear when he placed both hands on either side of your thighs.

“You realize you are not some toy, correct?” He asked, finally lightening up with a smile of his own. You felt the need to crush it once more.

“I mean…I wouldn’t mind if I were your little fuck toy, Doctor Zayne.” You purred.

You watched Zayne’s eyes widen for a moment before he looked away. He took a moment to recover before looking back at you. “A study I read claims that shame can play an important role in social interactions, perhaps one day you should try it.” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have let me become so comfortable in your presence then. It’s your fault I have no issue voicing my desires anymore.” You joked, although it did hold truth. Zayne had been very persistent in making sure you were clear with what you wanted from him so he wouldn’t have to second guess everything. You felt like you could tell him literally anything in your head at this point. 

Zayne watched as you began lifting up the hoodie, ready to take it off and toss it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, when his hands stopped you. He leaned down, whispering right in your ear, “Come now, a toy shouldn’t try to do things by themselves.”

You felt a small gasp escape your lips, your cheeks turning scarlet at his words. You had only been half joking about the fuck toy situation, but if he wanted to use your body for his own pleasure, you’d never stop him. You could feel your already wet underwear getting soaked as you squeezed your thighs together.  A shiver went down your spine as you went to lay your hand on his chest.

He moved closer to press a kiss to your face before backing up just enough to hook his fingers under the elastic band of your panties. He began pulling them off, satisfied with the string of arousal that was very hard to miss. He threw them over to the pile then took a finger to run through your soaked folds.

Your breath hitched as his thick finger entered your cunt, pressing into your soft heat. You went to roll your hips into his touch, but he was quick to push your upper body down onto the bed. His large hands pushed your hoodie up just enough to expose the underside of your breasts. His eyes glazed over them for a moment before he put his free hand over your stomach, holding you down so you wouldn’t move.

“A good toy doesn’t try to squirm.” Zayne pointed out, making you huff as you tried holding still. Your hands went above your head as you grasped at the fluffy blankets underneath you, trying to do your best to obey him for the time being.

As a reward, he entered another finger into you as he began scissoring the digits to help open you up for the main event later. The lewd squelching sound of your pussy made you flush, your thighs twitching as your instinct was to close them. Still, with the slight curl of his finger hitting your sweet spot had you almost rolling your eyes back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Zayne, can I move?” You asked, wanting to ride his fingers. He was so good at riling you up, getting you close to coming on his fingers alone.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to be a toy, did you not?” He asked and you whimpered in response, “Good toys just lay there.” Oh he was going to be the death of you. It hadn’t even been ten minutes and you almost regretted putting the offer on the table.

“I’m a new interactive toy.” You finally settled on, hoping he would play along with you.

“And when did toy companies begin producing such bratty models?” His fingers were now pistoning faster in your tight heat, making sure every thrust hit your sweet spot head on.

“Around the time they realized their user base had b-brat tamers.” You managed to say between a strangled moan.

You cried out as his thumb pressed harshly over your clit, “Then perhaps I just need to train this toy so they’re more well behaved.” his thumb rolled in circles over your clit and you were now biting your lip. A familiar warmth settled in your stomach, threatening to spill out at a moment’s notice.

“G-good luck.” You chuckled, trying to roll your hips but his hand made it impossible. It was clear that you were going to cum on his terms.

You were so close to becoming a whimpering mess, begging him when he pressed down on your clit again. That was enough for you to topple over the edge, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers. Your pulse was thrumming, the blood rushing all over your body and you could hear a faint ringing as Zayne worked you through your climax.

His motions got softer as you came back down to earth, staring over at his face with a fucked out gaze. He wore that smirk that never ceased to make you go crazy.

“What a good toy.” Zayne commented almost like an afterthought. You watched him bring his fingers to his lips, sucking off your release. You groaned, wanting him to properly fuck you already.

“Will you fuck me now?” You whispered, your voice soft from how relaxed and pliant your entire body felt right now.

“Since my little panda was so obedient, I guess I can give them a reward.” Zayne said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to you. Your hands immediately found their way to his hair, wanting to tug him closer as his tongue laced with your own. The taste of your own climax was still fresh on him and you couldn’t help the low whine coming from your throat.

His lips left yours, but he was still close enough so when he spoke they grazed against you, “Do you promise to behave?” 

“Yes, sir.” You said with a soft cry, wanting to feel his cock splitting you open already.

You watched him stand up, taking off his underwear. His erection stood proudly against his abs, the tip leaking pre and dripping down the shaft. You licked your lips in response, your mind already supplying you with several fantasies of what you want to do with his length

Zayne came over, lifting you up enough for him to slide a pillow under your hips to help you get comfortable. “Are you ready, my little panda?” He teased. You smiled bashfully, nodding your head as he opened up your legs, your glistening folds inviting the man to take whatever he wanted from you.

His cock slowly began sinking into your heat, careful not to go too fast or else he risked hurting you. Still, you were impatient and had to hold back your complaints as he continued driving his dick deeper into your pussy.

After a few short thrusts, his cock was almost completely in you. You felt the stinging stretch of his monstrous length as it filled you up to the point of almost breaking. You took a few sharp breaths, relaxing around his girth. You went to roll your hips once you had grown accustomed to him, but his hand pressed down on your stomach again to stop you.

“I thought you said you’d behave?” He said and you whined in response, glancing up at him. He had a concentrated look on his face, trying not to cum just from entering you. He always tried to coax an orgasm out of you, but sometimes the way you sucked him in made him want to burst in an instant.

“I will…” You finally say and he nodded, giving an experimental roll of his hips. You let out a breathy gasp, enjoying how his girth managed to hit every single spot in you without trying. It was like he was made for you.

He chuckled, repeating the motion before speaking, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a panda make a noise like this.” 

You weren’t thinking when you spoke, already cock drunk. “You’re fucking other pandas?” It wasn’t until the words left you that you had to take a second and think over your inner dialogue options.

Zayne didn’t move and you chanced to look at him, seeing him shaking his head. “It’s not too late for me to pull out and go to bed, is it?” He murmured and you let out a cry at his words.

You locked your ankles around his back, hooking him into place inside of you. Your hands trailing over his biceps as you gave them a small squeeze,  “Noooooo, don’t leave me like this. I’m sorry, I said it without thinking.”

Zayne let out a heavy, almost burdened sigh, “I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.” Despite his words, he did grind back into you, making you mewl in delight. The small giggle that was stuck in your throat turned into pants as he began rocking his hips to a steady tempo.

“Zayne…” You managed to rasp out. He hummed, letting you know he could hear you, “You’re holding back still.” You knew he wasn’t fully inside of you judging by how his hips never met your own.

“I simply don’t want to break my new toy, is that so wrong?” He grunted, never letting up the gentle pace he had set.

“It’s fine if you break me; you’re a doctor after all. You can put me back together.” You said.

“Doesn’t this little panda work tomorrow?” He said, hips stopping as he looked down at you, wanting you to confirm his suspicions.

“I’ll be fine…please?” You begged him, pouting as you looked at your loving boyfriend. He pondered for a moment if he’d regret his decision, then shook his head.

“If that’s what you wish.” He finally said. You were about to celebrate when a surprised squeal came out of your mouth. He had taken your legs that were locked behind him, pressing them so they laid against your chest. He had you in the perfect mating press as he looked down at you with hungry eyes.

His hips rutted into your tight hole, getting deeper with every rock until you could feel the head pressing against your cervix. You opened your mouth in a garbled whine, closing your eyes as you took in the feeling. You were already so damn close just from his dick being fully settled inside of you.

Then he set a brutal pace, jackhammering his cock into your cunt like a man running out of time. The noises escaping you couldn’t be distinguished, his name a slur on your lips as stars began entering your vision. It was just too damn good, your entire body spasming with twitches as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You squeezed his arms, your nails digging into the flesh to help ground yourself. It didn’t help much as he helped you reach new peaks, his dick being the only thing on your mind as your eyes rolled back.

The delicious friction of his pelvis against your swollen bud was what set you off. Your body clenched around him as heat spread under your skin. The ringing in your ears came back ten fold and your vision blurred into white. Your entire body spasming with your release as your hoarse voice called his name like a prayer.

You could faintly hear Zayne’s voice over the ringing, “So good, doing such a good job for me, my angel.” He groaned, pressing open mouth kisses along the column of your neck. You were slowly coming back down when you felt his length leaving you.

Your eyes looked over, watching as Zayne’s hand engulfed his length, gliding over the shaft before his milky release began splattering on your stomach and right over your overstimulated pussy. You were trembling still as you felt the liquid hitting your overheated skin.

Once he was spent, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours, looking you in the eyes, “How are you?” His voice was like silk, gently pulling you back down to him. His clean hand moved some hair that had gotten into your face as he pressed a kiss to your nose, waiting patiently.

“Never been better.” You said, still in a bit of a daze.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked, noticing how your aching legs began falling to his sides. You hummed in thought, a hand going to cup his cheek and you smiled.

“Not at all.” You said with a small laugh. Zayne smiled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips before going to stand.

“I’ll be right back, you wait right here.” He said, looking you over once more before leaving the room. 

He didn’t leave you for long, soon coming back in, this time with underwear on. He held a glass of water in one hand, and a warm, wet towel in the other. He approached you on the bedside, setting the glass down and moving in with the towel to clean up your combined spend.

You winced as the towel went to clean your folds and Zayne glanced up at you, “I did warn you about this outcome.” He scolded and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s worth it…it’s always worth it.” You fought back, not ever giving in that you might’ve made a slight miscalculation. How you’d be able to run around at work tomorrow was a mystery. You debated calling out, after all it was insanely easy for you to get a doctor’s note to explain your absence.

“You’re insatiable.” he said, finishing up between your legs. He handed you a glass of water, eyeing you as you took a small sip. Once you realized it was perfectly chilled you let the water run down your throat, enjoying how soothing it felt. You didn’t realize how scratched your throat had gotten until that moment.

Once you finished you handed him back the cup, “Thank you very much, Doctor Panda.” You teased.

“Doctor Panda?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes, sir.”

“Remind me to be more careful to not lose a bet with you.” He said as he went to lay in the bed, pulling you along with him. Your head rested on his chest as you looked up at him.

“I dunno, my ideas do tend to lead to fun outcomes.” You pointed out.

“I assure you, all you need to do is ask and you shall receive.” He informed you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“I’ll remember that for future reference…I love you, Zayne.” You said, letting the sap take over after your passionate tryst.

“Love you too, my little panda.”

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If there was a parallel universe to ours where everyone was made of candy that people could travel to I would not hesitate to find a hard candy man and bite the head of his caramel cream filled penis

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Genshin Impact - NSFW Childe Alphabet Headcanons !!

Pairing: AMAB Childe + AFAB Reader

Synopsis + Information: NSFW Chile Head Canons for every letter of the Alphabet.  

Tags: Mentions of Sex, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Quickies, Masturbation, Cosplay, Public sex, Spanking, Slapping, Rough and hard Sex, Fingering, Penis, Pussy, Breasts, Cream pie

Minors do not interact with my account or this post! Enjoy guys!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after the act). Childe is playful and fun after ‘the act’. He enjoys teasing you and joking around in a playful manner; he loves seeing you in a bright mood.

B = Body part (Their favourite Body part). Childe is a breasts guy, no doubt about it. He loves your breasts, regardless of their size.

C = Cum (Anything cum related). He loves finishing on your breasts, it turns him on seeing your chest covered in his semen, it’s almost like a work of art to him. Though he's more than happy to finish inside of you, whether that's your pussy or your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs). Childe enjoys risky intercourse. He loves pushing the boundaries and public sex is definitely one of them. He’s a fun and adventurous young man who loves thrills, and the risks that come with public sex are what make it so exciting to him; even the thought of getting caught makes him hornier.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?). He isn’t the most experienced and he sure isn’t a pro, however he definitely isn’t a beginner. While he has had his fair share of encounters and does know what he’s doing, he doesn’t experiment or widen his knowledge as much as others. He’s a simple man who wants one thing, and Childe uses his instincts to guide him during intercourse.

F = Favourite Position (Favourite sex position). He loves doggy. While Childe enjoys most positions, doggy has always been his favourite. It’s easy and quick, can be done in many different ways, and is great for quickies and public sex, which he thoroughly enjoys.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous). Childe can be serious; however, he does have his moments. He loves to tease around and joke about with you, even if the urge to do so pops up during sex. He’s light-hearted and if he ever needs to pop a fart or make a joke, he most certainly will, even if it is during intercourse.

H = Hair (How groomed are they down there?). He likes to keep himself trimmed and slightly shaved, though not completely bald down there. Childe believes that only porn stars should do such things, though really, I think he is just lazy, which is most definitely the case.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect). As said previously, Childe can take himself seriously when necessary, and can be extremely charming, lighting candles, laying out roses and so forth. During truly intimate moments, Chile will make you feel like the only woman in the world.

J= Jack off (Masturbation). If Childe is unable to see you, sometimes masturbation is the only option. Whilst he isn’t exactly a ‘lonely’ man, he can do so when it is needed. He knows how to get himself off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks). He absolutely loves cosplay sex. As said previously, Childe is an extremely fun and adventurous person, and he likes to bring this into his sex life as well. Not only are cosplays fun but they can be extremely sexy too. Nothing better for him than seeing you in a sexy cosplay of one of the characters from his favourite manga.

L = Location (Favourite places to have sex). Whilst Childe does enjoy anywhere, his favourite places are risky ones such as: public areas. It gives him such a thrill by doing something so dirty in a place where someone could find you. But then again, even the thought of being found turns him on profusely.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going). Childe is rather spontaneous and will pull you over to the side whenever he feels the urge to have sex. However, his biggest turn on are definitely your breasts. Whether they’re bare or clothed, if he sees them looking a bit too good, it will definitely get him going.

N = No (Turn offs, things you shouldn’t do). He sure isn’t a fan of extreme violence. Childe likes his spanking and slapping here and there, but anything too extreme is too much for him. He believes that he should treat you with respect and care, even if this goes against your wishes; He just doesn’t enjoy hurting the people he loves.

O = Oral (Preferences, skill). Childe likes receiving head, however giving is what he absolutely loves. He enjoys hearing your moans and whimpers whilst he eats you out. If living off pussy instead of food was possible, he would choose your cunt any day of the week. Pleasing his partner is a big priority of his, especially during sex.

P = Pace (Are they fast, slow, rough or gentle?). He cannot help himself most of the time. Once you get him going, it’s impossible for him to stop. He enjoys quick bursts of energy and quick and rough sex is just right for him. He struggles to take sex at a slow pace, not just because it bores him but because he can’t help but slam himself into you rough and hard. It’s so fun and pleasurable for both parties.

Q = Quickies (Opinion on Quickies). Quickies are Childe’s best friend. They’re great especially when having risky or public sex. They’re so sexy and turn him on a lot. The thought of quickly having intercourse in an inappropriate place at an inappropriate time is so dirty and sexy to him.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment). As mentioned previously, Childe thrives off of thrills, especially ones during sex. It’s extremely enjoyable for him and risk certainly is a massive turn on.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they last for, how long do they last?). Whilst Childe doesn’t last very long in terms of finishing, he does have exceptional energy levels and stamina; meaning that he can go on for many rounds without feeling worn-out or tired. Additionally, he gets carried away, and once he’s inside you he feels as if he can’t stop.

T = Toy (Do they own toys or use them?). Childe doesn’t bother with using sex toys, he believes that he’s capable in his own ability to pleasure himself and his sexual partner. They’re also not really a massive turn on for him either, however, he’s open to trying new things, and sex toys aren’t out of bounds.

U = Unfair (How much do they tease?). Childe loves to tease and taunt you. He likes seeing how desperate you get for his cock, and desperation makes him horny.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?). He is loud. Child is confident and has a lot of pride in himself, and during sex he really expresses this, especially through his sounds and volume. He has loud moans and whimpers, and constantly praises and dirty talks to you while you engage in sexual activities; he isn’t afraid of making sounds, unlike other men, and he prides himself on this. He makes sure that you know how much you’re pleasuring him.

W = Wild Card (A random NSFW Head canon of choice). Childe has beautiful hands and fingers; and he enjoys putting them to use. He thoroughly enjoys fingering your pussy, and whenever he has the chance, he’ll slip his fingers into you and feel the insides of your cunt; he also gets a lot of joy from watching you cum all over his fingers.

X = X-Ray (What’s inside his pants?). He has a slim and tall frame, because of his height, he is not lacking in the dick department; Childe measures out at a large 6.8 inches and is slightly thin in regards to girth, however his cock is more than enough to pleasure any woman.

Y = Yearning (Sex Drive). Oh, does he have a high sex drive. Usually, he is the one initiating sexual intercourse and he’s constantly thinking about you, in both wholesome and horny ways.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?). Immediately. As soon as you two finish having sex, Childe is right off to sleep. This is usually because he goes for many rounds, enough to knock himself out.

[official-penis-posts]

Okay so penis related i promise:

Something that's always really interesting to me is things someone who doesnt have a penis would do if they had a penis. Cause as a classic Penis haver, i'd never think to do most of these things, like stick it into a taco, or cover it in whipped cream or something. So asking for other answers, if you dont have a penis (or are going to) what would/will you do with it?

Joke answers welcome but im looking for sincerety as well

This is a thoughtful question and I wish I could answer fully but I must sleep soon, so I will say: I just wish I could suck my own dick. I’m kind of fascinated with that as a thing. Some people can. I cannot.

Oh also I once knew a guy who got his dick really cold and then put magic shell chocolate topping on it. Messier than anticipated, and not very fun (for him; I had a great time)

Also one time at burning man I saw a pamphlet that extolled the pleasures of fucking an avocado. It had pictures.

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Does That Work For You, Needy? ~ Part 3

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,283

This is part 3 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You try to establish the boundaries of the relationship. Zoro gives some mixed signals while he shows you who you should be craving.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, Rough Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Hair Pulling, Cunnilingus, Swearing, Casual Sex, Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Condoms, Aftercare, Oral Sex, Shameless Smut, lil angst, Possessive Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Pet Names, Biting, Dom Zoro, Friends with Benefits, Crewmates with Benefits, Zoro's a straight to the point kinda guy and we love that

A/N: Hey y’all! I hope you don’t mind, I gave our reader just the tiniest bit of backstory/motivation. I thought I could write plotless, one shot smut, so I didn’t give her anything before, but now my brain is going wild so 🤷 Hope you like it, I’m already having a lot of fun with the next one! 😊

“Well, we, uh…”

Zoro’s brow furrowed, and it looked like he was struggling to figure out what to say. You’d asked to clarify the boundaries of your casual relationship. He looked way too confused. You decided to go easy on him, and help him out.

“So we’re just friends, just crew mates, that help each other out with certain, uh, urges?”

You’d started out fine, but at your last few words he’d turned that knowing smile your way. 

You shrugged it off, and continued.

“Is that right?”

“Yup, that’s right. Crew mates. With extra benefits.”

You held in a soft gasp as his hand reached out under the kitchen table to stroke your thigh.

“Hold on, we’re not done.”

He still looked confused, but stopped and waited for you.

“I like our arrangement.”

“I’d say ‘like’ is an understatement, needy girl.”

You fought your blush at his smug fucking face, and pushed on. 

“We are members of this crew first, and we can’t let our feelings get in the way.”

He nodded, truly listening now. 

“We need to be very clear with each other what we are and aren’t comfortable with if we’re going to keep doing this.”

“What do you mean?”

You wanted to shake the man, but threw out an example.

“Since we aren’t seeing each other, will we feel comfortable if the other person has sex with or sees someone else.”

“Oh, uh…”

Zoro looked taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn’t thought about that at all. You kept your smile in while he weighed his thoughts. 

“I mean, if we’re docked somewhere, and you meet someone you’d like to sleep with until we leave, I’d be okay with that. You should probably tell me first so I don’t hunt you down, and accidentally fuck you in their bed.”

You wanted to flick that self satisfied smile off his cute fucking face.

“As if you could even find me without getting lost.”

He raised his brows, leaning toward you in a mock challenge. 

“Fuck, Zoro, you’re making this difficult.”

He sat back, grinning like a cat with cream.

“I don’t know, I’m having a pretty good time. What about you? How would you feel if I found a good fuck on a random island now and then?”

You took your time with the question, making sure you weren’t rushing into a boat load of pain.

“I’m good with it right now. But we need to agree that if either of us starts to feel uncomfortable or hurt, we need to talk about it, and reassess.”

Zoro nodded slowly, standing up from the table, then smirked.

“Sounds good, Needy. But I don’t think anything would stop you from begging for this dick.”

You wanted to laugh or feign outrage, but you watched as he slid his hand up his thigh and grabbed his hard cock, the shape of it now obvious through his pants. 

He moved toward you, leaning on his hand on the table, then hovered over your ear to give a low whisper. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk, let alone go looking for another fuck.”

You gasped under him, feeling wetness already pooling as your core twisted with anticipation. 

“Does that work for you, Needy?”

Your voice was breathy, but you still managed to argue. 

“You are not giving me that nickname, Cocky.”

“Oh, but that’s exactly why you’re so needy. Because my cock drives you crazy, doesn’t it?”

You tried to laugh and keep joking, but he’d grabbed your wrist. Zoro made you palm his length, already so achingly hard. 

You tried to hold it in, but you let out a soft moan, your eyes rolling up a bit. He chuckled down at you, and you clenched your jaw. I’m going to pay him back one of these days. 

He licked the shell of your ear, making you twitch before he continued his sinful whispers. 

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you right now.”

You pretended to be considering, not sure what your answer would be. 

“Don’t lie, pretty girl. Aren’t we here to be honest with each other.”

You shivered at the slight threat ringing his words, then looked into his dark, brown eyes.

“I need you to fuck me right now.”

Zoro grabbed your hair with a growl and slammed his mouth onto yours, invading you with his tongue.

You gave him desperate whimpers that he ate up, but you pushed his shoulders back.

He stepped back, looking dazed, but waited for your words.

“I thought we’d discussed that the kitchen wasn’t a secure location.”

You almost giggled at repeating the serious phrase he’d used. Then a yelp escaped you as he grabbed your arm, and yanked you from the table. 

“Come on.”

You followed Zoro to his quarters, which was pretty much just a storage closet with a hammock. 

This had been your main spot to help each other out, but you had to be extra quiet since it was sandwiched between Luffy and Usopp’s rooms. Timing your entrance and exits was also a fun exercise in sleuthing. 

Zoro had already charged in, no doubt already nude, and touching himself as he waited for you.

That thought sent delicious chills down your body while you waited for your moment.

Then you paused. What the fuck am I doing?

All your years of struggling, honing your skills, of becoming confident, and determined to follow your dreams. Now you get to travel on the Grand Line, discovering new plants, and helping Chopper turn them into medicines or poisons, or even beauty products that Nami and Robin enjoyed. You would become the world’s best botanist, and discover the most incredible and rare plants. You were out on your own, making a name for yourself.

But now this green haired fucker could turn you into a whimpering mess so easily. Sometimes with just a look. You didn’t want to do anything to mess with your dream, with your new crew. What if this ruins everything?

You remembered his rough hand in your hair at the kitchen table, his eyes that promised pain and pleasure. I’m fucked.

You ignored your doubts, and listened. Not hearing a sound, you crept in, locking the door behind you. 

Zoro was sitting on the floor against the wall, stroking himself while his eyes burned through you. You wasted no time in stripping for him.

He stood and quickly pulled you against him, leaving you gasping at the feel of his shaft along your stomach. He kept his voice hushed as he teased you. 

“I can’t believe what a needy little pussy you have.”

You moaned as he stroked along your jaw and neck while he whispered.

“You really think my cock isn’t enough to satisfy you?”

“Zo-Zoro, I-“

“I’m gonna prove you wrong.”   You lost your balance as Zoro knelt, but he caught you by your hips before plunging his tongue into your folds, licking up the evidence of your need for his touch. He pulled back with a wicked smile. 

“Lay down.”

You nodded, shaking as you set yourself on the wooden floor. 

“Show me that tasty cunt of yours, Y/N. I’m gonna ruin it for anyone else.”

His words caused your mind to twinge, but your body to ache. You spread for him, running your hands along your thighs, wishing he’d hurry it up. You couldn’t help the desperate noises you made as you watched him drag a condom onto his swollen shaft. 

“Fuck me, Zoro. I wanna feel you.”

His satisfied smile made your eyes roll back as he brought his face closer to where you needed him. 

“I know you do.”

His chuckle rumbled through you as he kissed your clit, dragging his tongue along your folds, playing and sucking at the bundle of nerves. 

Your hands grabbed for something, anything to hold onto. You pulled one of his shirts toward you, stuffing it between your teeth as you arched your back. Zoro was rarely this soft, but he kept pushing your limits as he sucked you harder, biting your clit until you shook. He laughed at you, sending shivers of vibration through you, and you wanted to kick his smug face, as long as he didn’t fucking stop.

Zoro teased his fingers along your entrance, wetting them before shoving two inside you. You whimpered as you tried to keep quiet, his long fingers digging deep until they curled around that sweet spot inside of you. 

He played with you, and you felt so very close. Zoro pulled his lips away while his fingers kept up their attack, and he breathed along your skin. 

“Tell me how this feels.”

You pulled the cloth from your lips, panting with the need for him to keep going. 

“It f-feels amazing. Gods, it feels so good.”

He kissed and licked along your thigh, giving a small bite. 

“Who’s making you feel like this?”

“You are, Zoro. You feel… unf, so…”

“That’s right, Y/N. Say you don’t want anyone else in this greedy cunt but me.”

Your mind was almost lost to him, but you didn’t want him to use this to win again. Not when you weren’t sure what he meant by his demands. 

But you didn’t have much strength to do anything, let alone argue, so you just clamped your mouth shut.

Zoro moved to lean over your face, his feral gaze making you clench around his fingers.

“Mm, I felt that, Y/N. Your body knows what you need. Say it. Say my cock is the only one your hungry pussy wants.”

Your breathing hitched, but you held his gaze with your mouth shut.

He gave an evil laugh.

“Oh, you’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

You held in your yelp as Zoro roughly grabbed you, flipping you around. You scrambled to support yourself on your elbows and knees while he used one hand to shove his shirt into your mouth again, and used the other to circle your entrance, before thrusting into you.

This angle with his long cock was almost too much, and his rhythm and force had you seeing stars, chewing on his shirt to muffle your screams. You moaned and whimpered under his force, and tried to hold onto sanity while he shoved himself harder, deeper, and faster with each push.

Zoro kept one hand on your hip, using it as leverage to slam into you. He snaked his other hand around now to play with your clit.

Your toes curled as you shook under him, a few more punishing thrusts against your g spot and cervix sending you over the edge. You couldn’t support yourself on your arms anymore, and you fell to the floor as you came undone. 

“That’s my needy little girl, keep coming on this cock for me.”

You moaned with your face dragging on the wooden floor. You wanted to tell him it was too much as your orgasm ripped through you, but you couldn’t move to take the cloth out of your mouth. 

Zoro kept fucking you just as hard through your climax, and you felt like you were going to explode from it all.

“It’s.. too- mmm”

You’d pushed the fabric out of your mouth with your tongue while you twitched, but that was all you could make out while he continued. 

“Nah, kitten. You can take it.”

Your eyes rolled back again, and Zoro shoved his shirt back in your mouth just in time for another orgasm. You could feel your skin dragging along the wooden floor, but it just added to the overwhelming explosion that pulsed through you. 

You finally felt Zoro falter as he groaned above you. 

“Fuuck, your pussy is fucking sweet, baby. You take this cock so- unh so well, Needy girl.”

Tears were streaming from your eyes as you felt his release, his pulsing only making you clench more. 

You whimpered as he pulled away from you, then felt his strong hands turning you over. 

His brows furrowed when he saw your face, and he swept his fingers along your cheek while he pulled the fabric out of your mouth. 

“You okay, Y/N?”

You tried to laugh, but all that came out was a huff of air. 

You gave him a nod, and he narrowed his eyes, but moved away to remove the very full condom. You gasped as you watched him, and he raised his brows before coming toward you with a hoarse whisper. 

“Seriously, Y/N. After all that, you still want more?”

You tried to still, but you couldn’t help your labored breathing at the thought of him. 

Shaking his head, Zoro wrapped you in his blanket, and set a pillow under you. His touch was awkward, but gentle. 

“Guess I have more work to do.”

You shivered at his promise/threat, but gasped as he laid down. He set his head on your lap, and closed his eyes.

“Wake me up later, I’ll carry you to your room when everyone’s asleep.”

You stared at him, wanting to talk about everything. You wanted to know if his possessive behavior was just a sex thing. Otherwise, he was sending you very mixed signals. 

You were still slightly twitching and aching from all he’d done to you. 

Closing your eyes, you tried to think about your goals and your dreams, outside of this tiny, steamy room. 

Well, there’s no rare plants to discover on the ship. Guess I can enjoy this for at least a little while longer. 

Zoro was already snoring and you tried to keep your laughter quiet. 

I guess this works, for now. 

Thank You For Reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 4: My Needy Girl

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

[gothamite-rambler]

The Outlaws helping out Harley

Harley spent the last hour and a half recounting to the Outlaws the harrowing experiences Joker had put her through—his manipulation, the various forms of abuse, how he let her come perilously close to death numerous times, and how he always twisted things to make her feel like it was her fault.

Harley (concluding her story): After finally escapin' and acceptin' that Joker never truly loved me, I thought maybe this whole redemption thing could work. And, well, it has. That’s probably all I want to say about it.

She sighed contentedly, leaning back in her chair. The reaction from the Outlaws was stunned silence mixed with horror. Artemis even covered her mouth, struggling to find the right words.

Roy (speaking first): He threw you out of a window because you explained a joke?

Harley (coolly): Yeah. Fucked up, I know.

Bizarro (disgusted): He didn’t leave you in a vat of acid and not escape? He is good man!

Harley: Tell me about it. He’s dead to me now, stuck up at Arkham and always schemin' his next escape. I heard Slade gave him a serious beatin' a few weeks back. Caramel, I’d say.

Jason (checking his gun’s ammo): You mean karma.

Harley: Oh, right. Sorry. I said that a lot with Joker, too, for the smallest things.

Artemis (struggling to restrain her anger): Yeah, you mentioned the ice cream cake incident. Hey, Harley, we appreciate you opening up. It takes a lot of courage, and I’m glad you feel comfortable here with us.

Harley: No problem! When I started this group therapy, I wanted it to be a safe space for everyone to share what’s been botherin' 'em. I trust all of you. So, who's next?

Artemis sent a quick message to Jason, Roy, and Bizarro, receiving a thumbs-up in reply.

Artemis: We need to put a pause on this. There's something urgent we have to handle—someone awful we’ve dealt with before. We're going to pay him a visit.

Harley (crossing her legs, intrigued): Kill or no kill? I want you to be honest; that’s how my street therapy works.

Roy (checking his phone for the right response): No kill. That would be way too easy. He needs to live and suffer. While we’re gone, can you watch Lian?

Harley (perking up): I can watch her? Yes! We’re goin' to have so much fun together! Sorry for bein' so energetic; I’ve always loved kids. You guys do ya thing, and I’ll hang out with Lian. Then we can get… whatever you want. My treat!

Jason sighed and covered his face at her over enthusiastic response.

Jason (in his head): Oh my God, she's so hurt.

Artemis (nodding in agreement with Jason's reaction): Yeah, I get it.

Bizarro (sincere): Harley? You're... not our friend. I don’t want you to know that. Okay?

Harley (smiling, understanding what he meant): I needed to hear that. Thanks, pals.

Wiping her eyes, Harley got up and headed to Lian’s room to let her know they were going to spend the day together. Meanwhile, Roy prepared for their trip to Arkham.

Roy: We can be there in about thirty minutes.

Artemis: Jason, just checking—are you okay with this?

Jason: I’ll probably stay outside and keep watch because I will kill him if I see him. I want you to shoot him though, the leg at least. I had no idea he did... that much awful shit to her. He just keeps getting worse.

Artemis: It’s like the worst of Zeus mixed with Apollo. Let’s hurry before she catches on—she is not paying for our food either! Hera, I’m going to snap his penis like a twig.

Roy: Fair enough... Not sure how you're going to pull that off, but fair.

Artemis (cracking her knuckles): Oh, I’ll find a way.

The group moved quickly, just as Harley was leaving Lian's room, holding her hand and leading her to the living room.

Harley: So, it’s about dogs in Australia?

Lian: Yeah! It’s really cute, but heads up—Bluey and Bandit are sisters, not brothers. It’ll make sense when we start watching it.

Harley shrugged and sat down on the couch with Lian, pulling up Disney Plus on the television.

[daisynik7]

“Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga for Toji Fushiguro- Angst + Smut

(i had to request another for my stinky man 😭🩷 ily)

Bad Romance

I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.7k

cw: wild west au, violence, implied assault, mentions of sex work, weapons (gun, knife), explicit language, a bit of angst, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), blowjob, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degrading language (whore, slut), pet names (sweetheart, baby), cream pie, unprotected sex, a whisper of a breeding kink

Summary: You’re the Vixen Viper, an outlaw on the run with an outstanding bounty. You find a temporary safe-haven at the Star Saloon, protecting the women who work there while they protect you from the authorities. One night, a bounty hunter by the name of Toji Fushiguro shows up, threatening to cause some trouble. 

Author’s Note: Thanks for the y2k karaoke party request my beautiful friend @batafuraikisu! I have lots of inspiration behind this. I love the Red Dead Redemption video games and have been fascinated with the wild west since. There’s also an exclusive Patreon audio from AugustInTheWinter that rewired my brain chemistry where he plays an outlaw; he has an accent and everything, SO GOOD. Another special shoutout to my lovely moot @/neesieiumz who is currently writing this incredible aot wild west au anthology called Gold Rush – READ IT NOW if you haven’t already, it’s fantastic! Anyways, I hope you like this, thank you for reading! I had an absolute blast with this one!

Midnight at the Star Saloon is always lively with rambunctious activity. It’s the perfect time for stragglers moseying through town or the miscreant locals to stop by for a break, meaning booze, gambling, or sex. Usually all three in one night. You’ve been a regular here for almost three months now, befriending the women and men who work hard to keep the patrons satisfied. Whether it’s serving alcohol until they fall out of their seats, enabling poker addictions, or riding their cocks in one of the private rooms upstairs at a special rate, they do it all to make an honest living. Though on occasion, customers will cross the line. 

And that’s where you come in. 

It started two months ago, after you had frequented the saloon enough times to be considered a regular. It was around three in the morning when one of the barmaids approached you, asking you to follow her upstairs. She led you into the private room all the way down the hall, and inside was another worker, sitting at the foot of the bed, cheek swollen and a black eye all on the left side of her face. That’s all you needed to see to set you off. The perp had already left, but you knew who he was as soon as she described him. And, of course, like all assholes do, thinking they got away with it, he came back. When he did, it was you this time who took him upstairs to that same bedroom, dressed in one of the barmaid’s outfits. You, who flirted with him and stripped him naked on the bed, promising to give him exactly what he deserved. And finally, it was you who robbed him and held a sharp blade to his pathetic penis, threatening to slice it right off if he ever showed his ugly fucking face in this town again. You haven’t seen him since.

At that time, your friends at the Star Saloon already knew you were someone who could handle things. Maybe it was the way you dressed at first, often showing up in cowboy attire, ready to book it if the situation called for it. Or maybe it was because they recognized you from the wanted posters plastered in the next town over, your silly nickname the Vixen Viper in big bold print below an unflattering photo of you from the last time you landed in jail, right before you escaped. They never mentioned it; never reported you to the authorities. Instead, they welcomed you in with open arms. There’s a bounty on your head for the crimes you committed against sleazy men like that, but you hold no guilt for your actions. To you, and to all the women in the saloons you’ve frequented, it’s justice. They need someone like you to protect people like them. Because lord knows that no one else in this godforsaken world will.

You’ve lasted three months in this town without the authorities catching on to you yet. You look quite different from your poster when you’re done up in makeup and a frilly dress, dagger concealed in the garter wrapped around your thigh. And with the help of your friends, you’ve managed to hide in plain sight, posing as one of the barmaids while you patrol the late-night crowd for any possible threats. Violence against these women has significantly lessened since you’ve been around. The rumor amongst the patrons is that men who misbehave get their money taken and their dicks chopped off, which is pretty spot-on to the actual truth. So fortunately, for both the workers and the customers, there isn’t any trouble.  

Tonight is a little different. 

You lean against the bar doing your usual inspection, checking for people who are causing a ruckus or getting rough with any of the ladies. You’re dressed similarly to them, though you never get requested to entertain in one of the private rooms above, considering you don’t go out of your way to flirt with any of the men. You lack the illustrious charm the others do; you’re only here for when things get ugly. It surprises you when a mysterious stranger on the other side of the room points to you directly, wiggling his finger to beckon you over. He smirks, the prominent scar on his lips curving with it. You grab your drink and walk over to him, curious to see what this is about, sensing that it can’t be anything good. 

When you reach his table, you give him your most cordial smile. “Good evening, sir. Is there something I can help you with?”

He grins, waving to the seat across from him. “I was hoping you can join me for a little chat.” His tone is even, though there’s a hint of something sinister in there. Maybe it’s your imagination or better yet, your intuition. You’ll soon find out.

You drag the chair out, plopping into it, laying your hands flat on your lap, palm pressed to the knife hidden beneath your skirt. He scans you up and down before asking, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him, you answer, giving him a fake one, of course. He nods, accepting it. “Toji Fushiguro. Pleasure to meet you.” He holds his hand out, which you take reluctantly, shaking it. His grip is firm, callouses rough against your own. “I saw you and knew I had to meet you.”

Your raise a brow at him. “Oh? What about me caught your eye?”

“Thought I recognized you from somewhere.” His gaze lingers on yours, expression unwavering.

Your heart stops momentarily, a rock settling in the pit of your stomach. Not here, not now. You swallow thickly, feigning ignorance. “Really? From where?”

He slides you a rolled-up paper, nodding his head for you to open it. “Take a look.”

Trembling now, you obey, unraveling it slowly until you see the words WANTED: ALIVE and your face staring back at you. There’s no need to go any further. You fold it up immediately, heart racing, glancing at your surroundings hoping no one else is listening in on your conversation. As calmly as you can, you lean forward towards him, muttering, “So what, are you going to arrest me? Hog-tie me in front of all these people?”

He inches even closer, noses nearly touching now, his breath tickling you. “Now, I’m a gentleman. I like to know a woman first before I tie her up.”

You scoff. “So what, am I supposed to come quietly then?”

He glances at your mouth, then back to your eyes. “I’m willing to negotiate if you have something to offer.”

You clear your throat, intrigued by his response. “Let’s discuss this somewhere more private,” you say, grabbing his wrist and dragging him up the stairs with you.

“Lead the way, Vixen.” 

You lead him to the very end of the hallway, the furthest room away from the bar downstairs. There’s a fire escape just outside the window, your best chance to evade arrest. First, you’ll have to subdue him.

Inside, you lock the door shut, turning to face him. “Are you a police officer?” 

He shakes his head. “Guess again,” he answers, opening his coat to display the gun and knife hanging on his belt.

“Bounty hunter,” you state, glaring at him.

“Yup. And you, my dear, have a very hefty bounty on your pretty little head.” He steps towards you, caging you between his arms, your back flat against the door. Although you remain untouched, his presence is suffocating. 

“What do want?” you ask him, breathing in deeply through your nose.

“All the loot you robbed from those scumbags. Enough to exceed the bounty I’d get if I brought you back with me.”

You smirk. “Is that it?”

“And a deal,” he adds. “A partnership.”

You stare at him, confused. “What?”

He laughs, amused by your reaction. “I’ll admit, I’m a fan of your work. Drifting through town-to-town, robbing sleazy assholes. And you haven’t been caught until now. It’s impressive.”

You’re caught off guard by the praise, relaxing just the slightest bit. “So, what do you propose?”

He lets his arms down, placing his hands in his pockets while he explains himself. “There are several bounties for men exactly like the ones you hate. If you promise to help me get them, I won’t take you in tonight. I’ll even give you some of the money. If you’re good.”

“And why can’t you do this yourself?”

“It’s easier to get a guy when his guard’s down. If there’s a pretty little thing like you seducing him, catching him will be easy as pie.”

You stare at him, contemplating his proposition. It’s an easy decision for you to make. It’s either this, or jail. “Fine. You have a deal.”

He offers his hand to you. “Put it there, partner.” His tone is soft, almost sincere. You can’t help thinking that if this were any other scenario, you’d find him attractive. Hell, even in this one, you’re drawn to him. You take his hand, shaking it. He tugs you in closer, voice low and seductive. “I think we should celebrate this new friendship. What do you say?”

You smile at him, what feels like the first genuine one of the night. Maybe this isn’t as bad as you initially thought. When you close the distance, his mouth is on yours quickly, lips smacking, wet and sloppy. He slides out of his jacket, letting it thud loudly on the hardwood with his weapons weighing it down. The shirt he wears is tight on his body, clinging to him, emphasizing his muscular physique. You can’t remember the last time you were intimate with a man without the intention to backstab him. In fact, it’s been a while since you were intimate at all. With him guiding you, however, you match his movements naturally, sliding your hands up his torso, pawing at his chest as his hands squeeze your hips, pulling you towards the bed.

He moans, slipping his wide tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss and exerting his dominance. “Can’t wait to see what the Vixen Viper can really do,” he huffs, hoisting the hem of your dress, bunching it in his fist. His fingers trail the inside of your thighs, stopping at the garter, feeling the handle of the knife strapped to you. He clicks his tongue, mouth hovering your ear, hooking his finger to snap the elastic against your skin. “You really are dangerous.” 

You let out a whimper, your pussy throbbing with arousal. He grabs the blade by the handle, whipping it out from its holster, tossing it to the other side of the room away from you. You chuckle, lifting your arms up so he can strip you properly. “Are you scared of me?”

He removes your corset swiftly, squeezing your bare breasts in his hands, thumbs flicking at your nipples. “I don’t want to get stabbed in case you change your mind.”

You shove him onto the bed, where he lies flat on his back, watching you straddle his lap, naked. “If I do that, then I wouldn’t get to fuck you.”

He laughs loudly, biting his lip. “Oh? You’re the one who’s gonna fuck me?”

“Yeah, I reckon ,” you reply, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. He continues to watch you intently, groaning when you shimmy his pants off to release his cock. It flops against his abdomen, even bigger than you imagined, all veiny and girthy. You salivate at the sight of it, opening your mouth for a taste. 

“Fuck,” he curses, head relaxing into mattress, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as you sink down on him, swallowing him up until the tip hits the back of your throat. You bob up and down on his shaft, gripping the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. “You suck cock like a fucking whore. Did your friends out there teach you that?”

You grasp his balls in your hand, squeezing them tight, causing him to shudder. Shaking your head, you say, “I learned this from experience.” 

He smirks. “Yeah? Come here. Put this pussy on my face. Bet I can teach you something you haven’t learned yet.”

You release him, crawling up his body until your wet cunt is pressed to his lips. His tongue laps at your arousal, swirling around your aching clit. You grip the top of the headboard, grinding on him. “Oh fuck!”

His hands surround your ass, squeezing at your soft cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh. He hums into your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation. He nods beneath you, encouraging you. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. Take it like a good slut.”

He takes you into his mouth, slurping at your clit until your gushing all over his face, your orgasm shiny on his lips and chin. His eyes are wild with excitement, peering up at you between your legs. Kissing the plush of your thighs, he says, “Well, go on then, Vixen. Fuck me.”

Soon, you’re sinking down onto his fat cock, pussy already soaking wet with slick and spit. He fills you up to the brim, taking a few seconds to adjust to size comfortable. When you’re ready, you start to bounce on his lap, his cock thrusting in and out of you smoothly. He hits your sweet spot over and over, stimulating you into another messy orgasm after just a few solid strokes. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, drool leaking down your chin, throat dry from the incessant moaning. 

“Look at you. So fucked out for me,” he growls, planting his feet on the bed, taking control. He grabs onto your hips firmly, pounding up into you, watching your entire body convulse with each delicious thrust. “You talk a big game, but you like being manhandled like this. You’re just a slutty little hole waiting to be ruined. Waiting for the right man to use you.” He presses his thumb to your clit, massaging it with deep strokes. “Seems like you finally met the perfect partner.”

“Fuck, Toji!” you cry out, unraveling once again. 

He increases his pace, the bed creaking noisily below you. “That’s it, baby. Come with me. Gonna breed this perfect pussy. Gonna fill you up so fucking good.” He pulls you down towards him, wrapping you in his arms, kissing you fiercely as he pumps his load inside you. 

You both lay still for a moment, catching your breaths, Toji peppering delicate smooches along your neck. You’re surprised at how gentle he’s being, considering his brutish behavior from earlier. When enough silence passes, you look at him, grinning. “What a way to celebrate, am I right? Partner?”

He laces his fingers with yours. “The beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

After you clean yourselves up as best as possible, you snuggle together under the covers, him spooning you from behind. “’Night, Toji Fushiguro.”

He nuzzles his nose to the nape of your neck, whispering, “What’s your real name?”

You smile, grazing your lips on his knuckles, actually giving it to him. 

~~~

Toji Fushiguro, the most sought-after bounty hunter in all the west, wakes up the morning feeling fantastic.

He glances to his side, hoping to see his lovely new partner still peacefully asleep beside him. To his surprise, no one is there. He inspects the room, searching for clues on where she ran off to and notices nothing.

And that’s when it hits him. There’s nothing in the room. 

All his clothes are gone, his weapons, the wallet full of cash buried in his pockets, even the very blanket they fell asleep under. He’s as naked as the day he was born, confused and beguiled until he finally realizes it. He’s been robbed. And it was the Vixen Viper who robbed him. 

The only thing he finds is her wanted poster, folded up on the bedside table, a small note scribbled to the back of it:

Toji - Thanks for the fun night, but I don’t do partners. Maybe the next time you catch me, I’ll reconsider.

He laughs, unable to contain his smile as he reads her real name signed at the end of it.

[leezlelatch]

With the Morning Dew

18+ MDNI. Primo x GN! Reader. Fluff, teasing, soft penis play, old men with old bodies.

You wake slowly. The sunlight of the morning curtains you with warmth, and you stretch your body in that pleasant way that relaxes your muscles nearly back into sleep. But the smell of a freshly brewed cup of tea lures you from the sheets, and you open your eyes as the sweet humming of your Papa gradually blesses your ears, growing closer until the cracked bedroom door opens and reveals your lover.

“Ah! Buongiorno, my petal!” Primo rasps, smiling widely at the sight of his sleep mussed love. He holds a cup of tea in his aged hands, settled carefully on the saucer with the bluebell design. “How were your dreams?”

“Full of you,” you answer, smiling sweetly as you take the warm cup from his hands. Primo’s eyes sparkle, and he leans down to drop a kiss to your forehead.

“You seek to tempt me so early?” He gently teases, fingers sliding down your cheek to tap your chin. “Drink your tea.”

You smile, satisfied with yourself, and take a sip, citrus bursting across your tongue. Primo moves around the bed and settles in beside you, sliding across the sheets with a soft grunt. He breathes out a sigh and adjusts his robe, and you lean into the warmth of his body. Primo’s arm wraps around your waist, a large hand splayed across your belly.

“I intended to wake with you, petal, but these old joints protested rather painfully,” he sighs, eyes watching you tenderly as you enjoy your tea. “They argue when I lay down, and they kick up such a fight when I stand up!”

“We could stay in bed today,” you suggest, setting your cup aside on the bedside table. You shift to rest against his side, pressing your face into his robe to calmly breathe in his scent. “I could get that lovely herbal cream, and show your joints who this body really belongs to.”

Primo laughs, carefree and happy, and he squeezes you to him, placing a kiss in your hair. “Amore mio, my silly one. I shan’t argue with that, although I must request a…a…,” he snaps his fingers in thought. “Ah, sì, rain check.”

“Something going on today?”

“I agreed to speak with a few initiates on the significance of the unholy trinity - the Almighty, the Antichrist, and the Ghost.”

“Oh, Professor Primo,” you giggle, your cheeks pink with mirth. He shoots you a look and pinches your nose, giving it a little wiggle.

“I see you forget you are in the presence of the Unholy Father Papa Emeritus I,” he growls.

“On the contrary,” you press your lips to the hollow of his neck. “You remind me quite often.”

His growl settles into a low purr, and Primo’s grip on you tightens. He tilts your head up with a finger and claims your lips. Well-practiced and thorough, the man plunders your mouth with lips and tongue, effectively silencing you under the power and sensual grace of the first Papa.

You part for a breath, and manage to speak even as he draws you back for more. “Maybe if we don’t have time for a massage, I could help you relax in another way,” you whisper, fingers pulling at his robe.

Primo’s hand finds your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands as he settles further into the pillows and watches you with darkened eyes as you untie his robe and part it. He’s completely nude underneath, a reflection of many years of life and good Italian food.

His cock lies soft against his thigh, and you press little kisses from his belly downward, his hand gentle, yet guiding on the top of your head. You nuzzle against his softness, sliding your tongue along the length of him. His cock twitches with interest, perhaps swells a little, but ultimately remains as is, and you find your Primo to be so incredibly perfect. Just the way he is.

Soft play has become one of your favorite things, something you’ve learned in your time with your Papa. And the way he sighs, his jaw falling slack, as your fingers explore him is enough to make you pant in need, your thighs rubbing together, desperate for some kind of friction.

Primo’s fingers tighten in your hair and he pins you with a look of promise. “Amore, you will be hoarse from the cry of my name before I leave this room.”

Your cheeks flush and you moan around him, his hips jumping, and he smiles at you predatorily. “Good Petal,” he murmurs.

Your fingers massage his balls, ensuring that every inch of him is attended to, and when he climaxes, it isn’t messy, isn’t intense. It’s a breath of relief, a relaxation of his muscles, and the gentle trembling of his thighs. Primo looks nearly in a daze when you come back up his body to kiss his lips, and he smiles so dreamily at you.

“How did I find you?” He whispers, rubbing his nose lovingly against yours. “What did I do? My precious. Amore mio.”

You cradle his face in your hands and smile. “You were just…Primo, and that makes all the difference.”

[achillean-knight]

Woe, doodles be upon ye

HC's below the cut if you're absolutely interested in my Spiderverse Noir HC's + his world 👉👈

First the ones I agree with that I've seen a shit ton of people mention >:33

- He is a fatherly figure to Peni. I can imagine when they see each other again, she'd run to him and give him the biggest fucking hug ever. She experienced her Canon Event between ITSV and ATSV too, right? So I can see her needing comfort so badly, and the only ones she ever truly grew close to were Noir and Ham.

- He'd 10000/10 get along so well with Hobie. Along with Hobie legit mentioning his hatred for the AM, PM and fuckin NAZIS IN THE COMIC ,

he'd be rambling so much with Noir about common interests and get along so well with him. Imagine he badazzles him in punk attire and based on this image:

(I'll link where I found the image tomorrow when I'm on my laptop lol if I remember) but based on this image, he teaches Noir how to play the guitar and shit and OUYGG I WANNA SEE THEM INTERACT (they're my fave Spiderverse characters so 👉👈)

- OHOHOHO He loves the colour purple. So much. He can't see it, ofc but he has such a love for the colour that he sees any beautiful colour- or well, of what he can see of colours, and thinks every pretty colour is Purple.

- MJ see's Noir/Peter as a brother and he see's MJ as a sister in turn. There is no romantic attraction at all. Yeah, this means MJ see's Aunt May as a nice Aunt Figure she can go to and talk to about things.

Now onto some of my own headcanons- or some that I don't see mentioned a ton. These have probably been said before but oh well, these are just what I like and my brain go BRRR

- Felicia is taller then Noir. (For those unfamiliar, Felicia is a character from the comic.) Yes that'd probably make her freakishly tall based on how tall Noir is in the movie, but that comic panel of when he first meets her rots in my brain.

- Felicia still has her mask from her ordeals. However, unlike how she pushes away Peter, they actually become friends again. Comfort each other. They swore they'd never be in a relationship again.

- Noir is a combo of both his OG comics personality and 2020's comics personality. I see movie noir as anywhere between 19 - 21. He's learning and developing as a human still. He's calmer and kinder and resembles how his personality is in the newer comics, however, based on this deleted scene LOL, makes me think he looses his shit easily and goes actually feral.

(here's the link to where I found the video BC I actually saved the link lol yeah it's reblogged by yours truly, but the full post is there.)

- Oh yeah, Noir most definitely adopted Ding Ding btw. He probably is nearly at the newer comics stage of his life, being a private eye and such, drinking his fucking egg creams like newer comics noir SBSBBS So he found and adopted Ding Ding.

- Despite being young (19 - 21) he has serious eyebags man, dudes sleep deprived 😔 I'm also heavy on the Spiderverse portrait of him unmasked that I don't really draw/see him with facial scars but he could totally have them after the shit he went through 💀

- Noir is a part-time singer. I will not elaborate.

There's so many other things I wrote down that I want to share, but they're on my computer 😭 so you get these for now hhhh

Sorry if they're half-assed, it's 10:30 pm, I am tired

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Romantic Hobie x Miles Older Sister , Platonic Spiderverse cast x Miles Older Sister | Slight spoilers | ~ .7K words 〙

MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿

ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: Repost, set after ASTV

✩°｡ Tagging :: @punkologist , @neptunes1nterweb , @honeybleed

Miles older sister who takes care of him. She’s the one who knows when something is up and is the one always giving advice.

Miles older sister who had a hunch something was up with her lil brother but wasn’t sure what exactly until she caught him red handed. Him still on his suit in his room.

Miles older sister who had to take a minute to process that her little brother was fucking Spider-Man and understood why he didn’t tell her or their parents.

Miles older sister who becomes his girl behind the screen. She tells him whenever a villain is causing chaos and calls the cops to get the villain he apprehended.

Miles older sister who gets her brother out of suspicion and trouble with their parents, always having a convincing excuse.

“Mija, have you seen miles?”

“Oh, he went to the store to buy more ice cream cones since he ate mine.”

Miles older sister who never leaves her brother suffer by himself. Always hearing out whatever is bothering her brother and giving advice only an older sister could.

Miles older sister who gets caught up on the whole multiverse stuff by her little brother and learns of all the other spidermen her brother considers his friends.

Miles older sister who meets Peter B. Parker and Mayday and is immediately in love with her. She always counts on him to take care of Miles and is ok with babysitting Mayday.

Miles Older Sister who, when she meets Miguel, is not the friendliest. She’s not over how he treated her little brother and doesn’t hide it. She later on goes easier on him since she sees how he’s genuinely sorry and embarrassed by how he reacted.

Miles older sister who is a bit doubtful of Jess. She didn’t think someone who was a mother would’ve acted like she did towards a kid. She learns to trust her later on.

Miles older sister who meets the other spider kids closer to Miles age and immediately approves of them. She’s even willing to make sure they don’t get in trouble with their families.

Miles older sister who becomes an older sister to Pavitr, Gwen, and Peni. She listens to them and gives them advice like she does with Miles. She’d go insane if anything or anyone hurt her kids.

Miles older sister who meets Gwen and immediately likes her. She gives her advice on wooing her brother and getting the approval of their parents.

“Miles loves drawing so you can never go wrong with giving him stuff like drawing books and markers. Oh, and you should call our parents by our last name. Mom hates when kids call her Rio.”

“Wait, seriously? Why didn’t Miles tell me?”

“Cuz he was probably too whipped to tell you lmao”

Miles older sister who, when she meets Hobie, clicks with him in a different way than when she meet the others.

Miles older sister who gets flirted by Hobie and responds with flirting back, only to get caught by Miles and seeing his hilarious reaction.

“Seriously? My sister?!”

“Aye, calm down Peter Pan.”

“C’mon man! Why it gotta be my sister?”

“Miles relájate nene.”

“What do you mean relax?! If i hadn’t come in you probably would’ve been eating each others faces!”

“PFFT-“

Miles older sister who sneaks in Hobie through her window, having to shush him so her parents don’t hear them and have her father storming in.

Miles older sister who gets caught by Rio one day, with her and Hobie having been sitting on her bed talking about random things.

Miles older sister who has to introduce Hobie to her parents. Rio and Jeff are apprehensive at first, Hobies punk appearance not being what they expected for their daughters boyfriend.

Miles older sister who’s glad Hobie gets along with her mom and tries to be civil with her father and tries not to get into politics or fights with them.

“So, Hobie, what do you do for a living?”

“Kick fascists ass and play in my band.”

Just Miles having a nice and caring older sister <3

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[wannab-urs]

Outtakes - Sex Work

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Here's a list of fics I've read where either the reader or the pedro boy or both are sex workers. We are pro sex work in this house!

Summaries and tags are, in most cases, provided by the author - please be sure to read them as some of these fics may have content you do not wish to read.

updated 7/31/2024

Pedro Boy is the sex worker

Sex Worker!Frankie AU

Frankie series by @prolix-yuy

You’d never thought you’d be sitting on a hotel room bed, phone to your ear as you waited for someone on the other end to pick up. After a messy divorce you wanted something to ease the pain of loneliness. That something just happens to be the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen, even if you had to pay for him.

Sex Worker!Frankie, implied other Triple Frontier Boys!Sex Workers, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of male and female bodies, oral sex (F receiving), like super descriptive oral (there might be over 2500 words dedicated to Frankie’s talents), female masturbation, fingering (f receiving), safe PiV sex, a touch of Feral Frankie, one ass slap, fingers in mouths, some angst and feelings sprinkled in there for flavor.

"Din"scord Kitten

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

When bounty hunting doesn’t work out anymore Din has to turn to alternative methods to support himself.

this is a crack fic lmao, Discord/Venmo/Dr. Pepper existing in Star Wars, bad sexting, dick pics, masturbating, bad Star Wars puns, sex work, cummies needs its own warning 😭, pet names (cyar’ika), oral sex (M receiving), cum eating, no use of y/n

The Sweepstakes

Various Pedro Boys series @katareyoudrilling

A collection of standalone one-shots featuring various Pedro boys. A popular porn site runs a contest for viewers to win a night with their favorite porn star.

Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving), kink negotiation, some choking and breath play

Fluffer

Dieter one shot by @proxima-writes

fluffer - noun - someone on a pornographic film set that keeps a male performer’s penis erect in between scenes. You’re a production assistant on the set of an adult film starring Dieter Bravo, who mistakes you for his fluffer.

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), porn star AU, dub con - mistaken identity, oral sex - female receiving, face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, squirting.

Extra Whipped Cream

Dieter one shot by @pettyprocrastination

A pornstar walks into a coffee shop. Havoc ensues.

curses, past description of smut, talking about porn

Good Taste

Din series by @charnelhouse

He wonders if it’s in bad taste to fuck a PA at the annual holiday party.

question of power since reader is a PA. Mention of drugs. Smut. Age Gap.

Reader is the sex worker

Bouquet (+ Bloom and Blossom)

Dieter series by @mypoisonedvine

Quarantined in his hotel room has dieter getting a little stir crazy. When the drugs run out, he has to find a new vice—that's how he found you.

Smut, video chat sex, sex toys, masturbation (male and female), sex work, camgirl!reader, housewife kink, breeding kink, PWP, feelings, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, mention of the COVID-19 pandemic, fluff, soft!Dieter

Defanged

Din one shot by @concussed-to-pieces

Din gets accidentally dosed with a sex pollen drug and comes to your establishment for help. Then he fucks you all night :)

Sex Pollen, sex work, sex worker!reader, accidental dosing (mando), blindfolded reader, tit fucking, nipple play, oral m receiving, soft!mando, the helmet comes off, soft dom!mando, consensually drugged reader, oral f receiving, unprotected PIV, fingering f receiving, dirty talk, consent king!mando, uhhh sexy massage?, mild sir kink, intercrural sex, dub con due to sex pollen

Bunny

Javi P series by @whatsnewalycat

Javi is your client and you're a phone sex operator / It didn't take you long to figure out that your new co-worker, Javier Peña, is a former client from your days working a phone sex line. But does he know who you are?

Phone sex, masturbation, aliens, professor javi, former phone sex operator reader, professor reader, co-workers, seduction, yearning, dirty talk, smut, smoking, swearing, drinking, sex worker!reader

Only Angel

Javi P series by @tieronecrush

After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service” to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

power imbalance (prof and student), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, discussion of money, criminal activity, judicial systems, graduate school, smut, daddy/papí kink, praise kink, degradation, self deprecation, discussion of self worth, multiple sexual or romantic partners, sex work, cursing, use of spanish

Ravish

Joel series by @psychedelic-ink

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

cam girl!reader, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Alternate Universe - No Outbreak, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Sex Toys, paddles, Nipple Play, Nipple Clamps, Dirty Talk, joel is bi in this, POV Alternating, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation, possesive!joel, Come Eating, Oral Sex, Size Kink, pillow humping, Live Stream Sex, Webcam Sex, good girl/sir, Light BDSM, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous!Joe, Titjob, Squirting

Go ahead and cry little girl

Jack Daniels one shot by @xdaddysprincessxx

Daddy issues with Agent Whiskey

Daddy issues!!, character death mentioned, daddy kink, piv (again wrap it up guys!), f & m oral, dacryphillia, 1 use of song lyrics, dirty talk (it’s jack mf Daniels what did you expect?) boss/employee dynamics, sex work (we support sex workers in this household!) squirting, voyeurism, cum eating, Reader is described as having hair, a vagina, well hydrated (; and can blush. daddy kink

Carnal

Joel series by @pascalsbby

You thought you had it all figured out before him. Animals. Tender, primal flesh. That’s what we are at the end of the day, no? Fucking, testing one another, and then eating each other alive, heart first. Maybe the heart is the sweetest part of the body- or maybe it’s just the easiest to get to. You knew you wanted to be completely devoured by him. You wanted to fill the space between his teeth. When he turned from the nude woman painted on the wall, a version of you in oil, to the warm, guts and roaring blood of you- the gash completely tore itself open in the moments it took for his eyes to eat you in. Every nerve ending in his forty-plus years heeding, 7 trillion of them.

SMUT, age gap (24/50s), best friends dad, dad’s best friend, stalking, conversation around trauma (not graphic or specified as SA), sex work, dark, overall pervy Joel & pure filth + more.

A Good Friend to Have

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You and your friend work at a brothel on Coruscant, while work is slow she reveals that she owes a debt to a loan shark who is willing to pay out a bounty to anyone who brings her in. When a Mandalorian shows up at the brothel you do everything you can think of to distract the bounty hunter and buy her time to escape.

Smut, canon divergence, sex work, edging, orgasm denial, Dom/sub dynamic, masturbation, penetrative vaginal sex, helmet stays on, helmet riding

The Princess and the Duke

Dave York series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Your hot stepdad Dave York catches you creating OnlyFans content.

Smut, daddy kink, sex work, infidelity, stepcest, possessive!Dave, sexism, choking, degradation, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, alternating point of view

Whatta Man

Marcus Pike series by @atinylittlepain

He's looking for something other than vanilla, and she is more than happy to provide such a service to him.

this is smut, pegging, rimming, sucking and fucking, sex work, lowkey sugardaddy!marcus, sweet shy marcus getting his world rocked, and then pancakes and a blackberry and a black american express card so ya know, the works.

To sell your love for peace

Javi P series by @brandyllyn

You are Javier’s newest informant. You’re not his usual type but he’s willing to make an exception. More than one.

smut, sex work, canon typical violence, javi being a moron

some good friend

Tim Rockford one shot by @covetyou

Nerves were coiling in his belly in a way they typically only did at the end of a big case. There was no judge or jury here, no sentence, no surprise acquittal. There was just your door, and the promise of everything that lay beyond it. And it made him nervous.

pegging, anal fingering, praise kink, mild glove kink, very mild feminization, masturbation, Tim has body image issues and a bit of an identity crisis, kind of coming untouched, sex work, comfort

Fare Well

Dieter one shot by @nerdieforpedro

Dieter has been working so hard. He still has an issue that might be because of his mind. What can he do about it? Do anything else.

unhealthy coping, sexual dysfunction, sex work, teasing, pet names, sexual activity (actual and implied I think? I should know. 🙃)

I don't mind bleeding

Din one shot by @quicksilvermad

You and the Mandalorian have a mutually beneficial relationship—he pays your rent and you feed him when he needs fresh blood.

vampire!Din, blood, PIV sex, biting, sex work, second person POV, AFAB Reader, one instance of "good girl", aftercare

Spent

Din one shot @joelscruff

you're a prostitute and din pays you for your services.

prostitution, dirty talk, creampie, slight degradation, helmet stays on

What happens on coruscant, stays on coruscant

Din/Poe/Cassian series by @beskarandblasters

Three men stroll into a brothel on Coruscant one night looking for their own individual services. But when you’re the only worker available that evening you decide you want to take on all of them at the same time. What started out as a professional relationship crosses the line into personal quickly leading to conflict between friends, betrayal and a choice you have to make.

reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, Poe, Cassian and the reader do not know Din’s name, sex work, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Nova), foursome/group sex, blowjob, handjob (but not to completion), nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, no use of y/n

15 minutes

Din one shot by @whocaresstillthelouvre

Being a cam girl isn't as exciting as people think it is, that is until a mystery of a deep voiced man asks you what makes a woman feel good.

Smut, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, sex work, Din reveals his face, silver dildo, Din's a virgin, premature ejaculation. Banner has nothing to do with appearance of reader, reader has no physical descriptors besides being AFAB.

Room 301

Joel one shot by @milla-frenchy

Joel finds out that babysitting isn't your only student job

PWP. Age gap unspecified, escort, dirty talk, praise kink, sir kink, size kink, spitting, pussy slapping, light degradation, oral (m/f), unprotected piv, creampie. No outbreak

They're both sex workers

Morning (+ Afternoon and Evening)

Dieter series by @write-and-buried

They gave you your choice of talent. How could you pick anyone else?

brief mention of pandemic, professional sex work, fingering, orgasm delay, dirty talk (like... woah dirty), size kink, praise kink, hand kink, orgasm delay, pussy slapping, its also a little strangely soft, squirting, rimming, throatfucking, PinV sex, premature ejaculation, facial, creampie,

I know it when I see it

Joel series by @bageldaddy

it's the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. your career in adult films starts opposite a man who goes by the name texas.

sex work, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, it’s literally porn, age gap (unspecified), oral sex, dirty talk, explicit p in v sex, praise, catholic guilt, cowboy puns, mild angst, masturbation, more terrible porn puns, sex with other unnamed characters, mutual pining, coercive sexual encounters, references to sexual violence, discussions of advocacy and autonomy, drug use, premature ejaculation, come eating/felching, fingering, squirting, dirty bar sex, public sex, a lot of feelings, more feelings than porn, angst