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dxddykenn · 3 months ago

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The Strangers part 2

Part 1

Warnings: MDNI (18+), choking, tiny bit of sensory deprivation, gets a little nasty

first smut scene. please excuse any errors or mistakes. feel free to leave feedback🤍

divider by @strangergraphics

Staring up at them you plead “Please just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

“Now why would we do that when everything worked out?” Erik asks. “Us finding this house…you being here. Tonight couldn’t get any better baby girl” he smirks.

“My boyfriend is on his way and will be here soon! You won’t get away with this”

“Now mama why lie” Terry frowns. “We haven’t been anything but nice and you lie…looks like we need to teach you some manners” he says.

Gazing into the mirror in front of you, you watch as he walks behind you. His rough hands gripped your ass, slowly massaging the fat. Staring in the mirror he locked eyes with you.

“Here are the rules” he says as he trails his fingers to your pussy. “The only names you are to call us are Daddy or Sir” he says running his fingers up and down your lips before teasing your hole. “If you disobey you will be punished” he says before snatching your thong off causing you to gasp, the fabric falling to the floor.

“Do you understand?” Damon questions stroking your cheek.

“Fuck you” you glare at him making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry you will soon” he winks.

You're cut off by the sound of a loud crack erupting throughout the room, and the stinging sensation on your ass. You squeal as you look back to the mirror. Terry now had a flogger in hand, his shirt was off, pants hanging off his hips.

“Why can’t you be nice and listen Y/N?” Terry asks slowly pacing behind you.

“Since you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut let’s teach you how to use it” Damon says standing in front of you. Grabbing his dick at the base he taps it on your cheek before pushing in your mouth. Instantly you gag a rush of saliva running out of your mouth and down your chin making Damon pull out. The flogger pops your ass again making your body jerk forward.

“Come on mama you can do better than that” Terry says from behind you. Damon slides himself back in your mouth until his tip kisses the back of your throat. You look up at him with tears welling in your eyes, spit bubbling from the sides of your mouth. He groans as he pauses, savoring the feeling of your throat closing around him. Pulling out again you cough as he lets you catch your breath for a few seconds. He pushes back in quickly fucking your throat as loud gawks filled the room. As you were focused on throating his dick, the flogger continued to crash against your ass making you moan around him. Your clit throbbed as you were loving the feeling of his dick deep down your throat and the flogger spanking you. Low deep grunts left Damon’s throat as you felt him throb in your mouth, you could tell he was going to cum. Thrusting one final time his dick pushing as far as it could, your nose pressed against him, his nut spills down your throat as he moans loudly.

“Good fuckin’ girl” he groaned reaching behind you to smack your ass.

Slowly pulling out, he bobbed your head a few last times before pulling your lips off of him with a pop. He bends down kissing your wet mouth, loud smacks filling the air.

They cut the ropes that held you up letting your feet hit the floor. Erik takes the knife from Terry running it across your chest. In one quick motion he slices the front of your shirt leaving you completely naked. Standing around you their hands roamed your body, gripping your breast, twisting your nipples between their fingers, hands falling between your legs rubbing your lips. Erik lifts you up kissing your body until you are sitting on his shoulders, his hands gripping the cuff of your ass to keep you steady. Sticking out his tongue he licks a stripe up your heat, low moans leaving your lips. His movements were precise. A kiss here. A bite there. Flattening his tongue, he darts in and out of you at a quick pace. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The tightness in your lower stomach building, as you clenched your thighs around him.

“Daddy pleaseee! Please let me come!” you plead.

“Not yet hold that shit” he says, sucking your clit back in his mouth.

You rolled your body towards him pushing your pussy further into his mouth chasing your release. The feeling in your stomach finally bubbling over as you came hard in his mouth. You moaned loudly as your legs shook your hands gripping his head.

The room falls silent as Erik walks you to the bed dropping you down. You are flipped onto your stomach as your ass is lifted into the air, your face resting on the pillow beneath you. Your arms are pulled under you as your hands and ankles are locked in a spreader and a blind fold placed over your eyes. You're pulled to the edge of the bed as you feel the bed dip behind you.

“We’re going to try this again since you can’t follow directions” he says behind you. His big hands massage your lower body, running over your hips and gripping your waist. His fingers rub up and down your slit, spreading your wetness all around your pussy. His fingers dipping in and out of you. Suddenly his dick pushes into you causing you to moan out.

“You feel so good gripping my dick baby” he mutters. Hands gripping your waist, he fucks you at a fast pace, hips colliding against your ass. The feeling in your stomach returning as your walls squeezed around him. He knew you were going to cum soon.

“Aww you want to cum baby?” he asks, gripping the back of your neck as he continues to slam into you. You continue to moan, completely disregarding his question as you focused on not cumming. You felt a hand on the back of your head pulling your hair causing you to tilt your head back.

“Didn’t I ask you a fuckin question? Use. Your. Words” he says slamming his dick into you after every word.

“I’m going to cum! Can I please cum daddy?” you choke out.

Pulling out he jerked his dick, his cum painting your ass. The feeling of your orgasm fading away as you whined.

“Maybe next time Princess” he chuckles smacking your ass.

Terry unlocked you removing the blindfold as you are now placed on your back. Your knees are brought to your chest, rope tied around your thighs and connected to the bed keeping you spread open. Terry lays between your thighs running his hands up and down your body before placing a firm hand on your hip. Grabbing his dick he rubs the tip between your folds as he slowly slides in making your mouth fall open. Staring in your eyes he watched you closely, watching as your eyes rolled back. With his free hand he mildly slaps your cheek making your eyes pop open.

“Keep your eyes on me” he mutters.

A “Yes sir” leaving your lips.

Slow stroke after slow stroke, thrust after thrust, he moved his hips slowly fucking into you, eyes never leaving yours. You were lost in the feeling, completely losing yourself. It was like your body was a stone that they were chiseling away at one by one trying to break you down to make the perfect statue. They were trying to break you, make you beg, make you fall apart so they could put you back together.

Biting his bottom lip he leans forward ghosting his lips over yours as you stare up at him. “This my pussy mama?”. Low whimpers and moans left your lips. Unable to form words all you could do was nod your head as you focused on the feeling of his dick massaging your walls. Slowly pulling out he slams his dick inside of you making you scream out “FUCKKKK”.

“Yess daddy! Yes I’m sorryyy!” you cry out. Your hands pressing against his stomach trying to get him to slow down. “Move your fucking hands now” he grits out. “Thought you were a big girl, thought you could take it hmm?” he questioned. “Make me nut, make daddy nut all in this pussy” he grunts as his dick repeatedly knocks against your spot.

Moving your hips toward him you start to fuck him back. His body smacking against your thighs loudly.

The sounds coming from the room were pornographic.

His thrust started to become sloppy as his body jerked, his dick pulsing inside of you, making you squeeze around him. Burying his face in your neck loud grunts and moans flowed out as he nuts deep inside of you.

A low “Fuck” leaving his lips as his thick cum shoots inside of you triggering your release, your cum coating his dick. Kissing your neck his lips trailing up the side of your face as he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away.

Breathing heavily you lay back closing your eyes, a content smile plastered on your face. A kiss is placed on your forehead trailing down your neck making you open your eyes smiling. Damon was face to face with you, but he had the mask back on.

“Damon what are you doing?” you ask as you try to sit up, making him pull out the knife he was hiding behind him.

“Mama did you really think we could let you go? You know what we look like” Terry says coming from behind him.

“And we can’t afford to get caught babygirl, just know you were my favorite tho” Erik winked.

Damon plunged the knife into your stomach making your body jolt. Looking up into his eyes you could see nothing but excitement. You try to push at his hands as he tilts his head coming close to your ear “I waited for this moment all night” he whispers. Blood pours out of your mouth as he pushes the knife in deeper. Tears rolled down your face as you stare at him, blinking slowly. He watched as life left your eyes and your body slumped beneath him. Standing up he looks at Erik and Terry as they place their masks back on and they all walk out of the room.

“AND THAT'S A WRAP” the director yells as everyone on set starts clapping.

Sitting up you smile as you are uncuffed and helped up. The crew escorts you to your dressing room to get cleaned up.

As you were sitting in the chair to your vanity you heard a knock on the door. The boys entered the room as everyone else left out to let you all talk.

“You guys were AMAZING” you squeal embracing them in a group hug.

“You did so good babygirl” Erik says smiling down at you.

“Yeah you did so good mama, but uhh I think we need some help” Terry says as you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I think there’s a few scenes that we need to redo” Damon smirks, grabbing your ass.

Biting your lip you smirk, you had a long night ahead of you.

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sageispunk · 4 months ago

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are you ever gonna post the method man fics 😩

what's it gonna be? (18+)

pairing: Silas P. Silas x black!reader

↳ When two friends finally get a night alone...

wordcount: 2.5k+

warnings: this is all smut fr, fwb to lovers, daddy kink!!!, P in V sex, reader is referred to as "girl" "ma" "mama" "boo", squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! reader for a sec, light choking, hint at/mention of weed use, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, nipple play...lmk if i missed any!!

A/N: ask and you shall receive!! (sorry for the wait though, i've had this sitting unfinished for a min cause i didn't know if anyone actually wanted it LMAO) i hope u like it anon and anyone else, lmk how u feel in the comments!! pls like + reblog as well MWAH 🫶🏾

“Damn girl…”

Silas groaned below you, with his big hands gripping your hips as you moved up and down his length. The two of you locked desperate eyes, communicating nothing but everything at the same time.

You needed this as much as he did, especially once that familiar green haze behind your eyes set in. You were on your feet, using the strength in your legs and knees to increase your pace on him. With each bounce you could feel him deep inside your belly, touching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

You also couldn't figure out how his tall self managed to squeeze into your twin XL dorm bed, but you weren’t in any position to question it either. The room was dark, only illuminated by the dim screen of your television on the dresser, in addition to the red LED lights on the wall above you. Whichever tv show began when your movie went off went unnoticed, their conversations drowned out by the breathy pants escaping your lips.

The lewd sounds filling up the room had you both in heaven. Beautiful brown bodies under that rouge coloring– moaning, grunting, smacking, and squishing. Like one of those early 2000s classic Ebony films–just nasty. You could only hope no one could hear from outside your door.

You moved your hips up and down, taking him all the way down to the base each time, biting your lip with a debauched look on your face. You watched as Silas moaned, loud and needy and uncaring, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your confidence shot up through the roof, leading you to take a little more control. You held his jaw with your dominant hand, bringing your lips up to his earlobe and letting your mouth run off whatever popped into your head, not leaving a second to second guess yourself.

“Does it feel good when I do it like that?”

With your soft, teasing voice in his ears, you squeezed your inner walls, slowing yourself a bit and ignoring that growing burn in your thighs. “You betta stop it, girl..” His voice came out grunted, rough. His fingers dug into your hips as he struggled to hold onto his nut, a deep moan vibrating through his chest.

“What about when I do it like that? Hmm?”

You felt him nodding against your skin before his hips stuttered, kissing your spot perfectly for only a split second. Your body jerked up, momentarily frozen around him as your vision went white. “Silas, FUCK, I’m–!!!”

“Yeahhh, let it out baby..” He murmured, a goofy, cocky grin spreading across his face. Even then, you could still tell that he was struggling to hold on, with your pussy pulsing, nearly suffocating him like a goddamn boa constrictor.

Silas kept his eyes on you, his focus wandering up and down, and back and forth, his mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to fixate on only one part of you. He loved your thighs–every time you’d wear this particular pair of biker shorts that defined each of your curves, he would have to mentally go elsewhere just to keep from bursting out his jeans.

Your breasts also held a special place in his heart, especially in those times where he’d seek you out for comfort, resting against the soft, cushiony headrest that your chest provided. Similarly, the softness of your tummy was something he could never turn down, he’d be touching on it every time you showed a little extra skin in a crop top or a backless dress.

As you slowed down to a stop on top of him, he let his hands wander. His left hand traveled up your side, slowly, taking in your beautiful map of scars and stretch marks on the way. Once his thick fingers reached your breasts, they traced around your mocha areolas before latching onto your hardened nipples. Silas rubbed and pinched lightly, alternating between teasing each as he watched the euphoric haze grow across your face.

“Silas…” You still were sensitive from your sudden orgasm, slightly trembling from the aftershocks as he touched you. Nevertheless, that warmth and excitement began to flood your core once again, that hunger taking over your every thought. His hard dick throbbing eight inches deep inside your core didn't help either. But you needed more, you craved to see him, feel him come undone inside of you.

You gasped as his right hand made its way to your throat, keeping your gaze steadily on his. The grip of his fingers on your skin had you feeling weak, and under his spell. And his voice, all deep and rough and dripping with desire.

“I gotchu mama, just tell me what you need..” Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in the glaze of sweat on his forehead, above his furrowed eyebrows, as well as the slight pout in his plump bottom lip. You wanted to bite it so bad. “Tell daddy what you need, baby, I gotta hear you.”

Silas repeating the nickname you accidentally gave him the first time you’d hooked up made your tummy flutter. You couldn’t believe it yourself when the word flew out your mouth, while you blurredly watched him take you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror in some frat party bathroom. From then he never let you forget it. He always made sure to remind you of his special status, without fail making you cum harder than anyone else ever had, every single time.

“Cum in me, Si...please.”

The plea fell from your lips as you lazily swirled your hips in his lap, enjoying the way his curved length rubbed deliciously against all your inner spots. Like you were made to fit one another. Your hands held onto his right arm as he continued to choke you, only slightly tightening his grip around your throat. The growing lack of air made you tense around his dick, whining and moaning out as he spoke. “You know if I cum in this pussy, that means it's mine, right?”

Hearing those words with that thick New York accent while he was so deep in your belly nearly made you cum again. Leaning in, you nodded your response with your gaze fixed directly on his brown eyes.

A look of understanding flashed across Silas’ face for a second, before he released your throat, hand settling on the nape of your neck to bring you in closer. Your plush lips met his own as he swallowed down your moans, exploring your mouth with his hungry tongue.

You opened up, letting him take control of the nastiest kissing you’ve ever participated in–tongues dancing, spit swapping, lip sucking until both of your mouths were glistening. Sinful.

Silas’ free hand squeezed your hip, grounding you on top of him as he began to slowly grind up into you. Your mouths separated but your faces remained close as he held the back of your neck. Silas watched your face contort while he deepened his stroke inside you, letting you feel every single inch in your stomach.

The only thing you could focus on was his mouth, and how much you wanted that bottom lip back in your mouth. Fuzziness took over your brain, your eyes tearing up from the agonizingly slow but deep pace he was set on.

The moment was intimate, much more than it had been previously, closer and slower than all those other times Silas had you broken you down. For the past few weeks, you resorted to quickies on the bathroom counter if you were at a party, in either of your cars parked somewhere dark, you’d even let him finger you under the table in the library while you were supposed to be “studying”. And now, with your roommate gone for the weekend, you were finally able to have a nice, passionate moment in a bed.

In a way, the rushed, adrenaline-filled aspect of all your previous entanglements in those less intimate settings kept you from taking a deeper look at your relationship with Silas. You were friends, albeit much, much closer than “normal” friends should be. You met in a shared biology lecture, after Silas showed up late–and high as hell–and the only seat left open was to your right. You eventually agreed to become study partners, and you didn’t mind when some of those late night study sessions in Silas’ dorm turned into heated smoke sessions, which further turned into nasty intoxicated confessions from you both.

Silas propped his feet up, lifting his hips before flipping you both over. He placed his hands on the backs of your knees, pushing back and kneeling down to lick a slow, wide stripe up your glossy cunt. You cried out from the new stimulation, squirming in his grasp.

“You taste so mothafuckin’ good, girl..” He moaned against your pussy in appreciation, slurping up your juices and rhythmically sucking on your clit with those pretty ass lips of his. You were entranced, eyes stuck on the scene in front of you, wondering what good you had done in this world to deserve all the bliss flowing through your system.

You watched as he pulled back from your pussy, chin glistening in your essence. He spread your sticky lips apart with two big fingers, hungrily watching you clench and pulse around nothing. The ravenous look in his eyes as he stared at your pussy turned you on like no other. They met yours again, and he licked and bit on his lip, letting you know that he was craving more, just as you were.

Your eyes and mouth fell wide open when Silas let a string of warm spit fall directly onto your clit, both the sensation and the view filling you with an immense amount of pleasure. You could feel the electricity flowing from your pussy to your toes, and back up through your spine, a complete shock to your system.

He let your legs fall to the side, big, warm hands on your face as he leaned in, kissing you once more. The sounds of you both groaning into each other's mouths as you tasted yourself on his lips echoed throughout the room. Your hips grinded up against his, needing to feel his length on and in you again. He pulled away first, one of his hands coming down to pin your knee out to the side, setting you still in place. “You want me to cum in this pussy?”

You nodded, almost too eagerly. There was nothing else on your mind but the vision of him leaking out of you, vanilla cream dripping down your lips, the perfect match for your coffee complexion.

“Use ya words, boo.”

You reached up, manicured hands pulling his face to just a couple inches from your own. He watched, expectantly, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back up again. You could feel him now, twitching and leaking against your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “Cum in your pussy, Daddy.”

With a curse under his breath, he sheathed himself inside of you in a quick movement, pausing once he filled you to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared into your eyes, mouth hung open like he’d never felt the warm, tight hug of your cunt around him before. His breath faltered, warm breath against your lips and vulnerability written across his face.

Your own breath was caught in your chest when he slid back, and then forced out when he pushed inside, gliding through your slick walls with ease. A wail escaped your lips as he punished your pussy, or at least that’s what it felt like he was doing. Reminding you of who he was. And reminding you of who you were.

Your eyes clamped shut, toes curling and spine arching up off the bed more and more each time he touched your precious g-spot. Another orgasm began to build within your core, your body tightening up underneath him as you fiercely dug your teeth into your bottom lip.

Curses flew from your lips, broken and jumbled together, barely making any sense. You released his face, blindly allowing your hands to find his shoulders for support. Silas leaned down, moaning and groaning in your ear, filling you up with his dick before taking it all away, over and over and over again.

“Daddyyy…fuck!!!”

“Tell me it’s mine, baby, c’mon ma, I’m so fuckin’ close…”

Your bodies were sticky with sweat and all your juices, creating the nastiest smacking sound each time he plunged inside. “It’s yours, I swear to god, it’s all yours baby, ohmyfuckinggoddd…” You rambled off, barely even able to hear your own words. Your brain was much more focused on the ecstacy spreading through your entire body, making you tingle from your head to your toes. “I’m gonna cum, daddy, please don’t stop!!”

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon, gimme that shit!” He kept the pace strong, not letting up until you fell apart on his dick one final time, this time with your juices spraying and splashing between your bodies. Your tightness mixed with the sudden wetness of your squirt sent him over the edge, causing him to yell out as he finally released deep inside you.

“Fuuuck!!” His hips twitched and stuttered as he emptied himself out, not daring to pull out while you were still grasping onto him from underneath.

You whimpered, your body trembling, shaking like a leaf as your nails dug into his shoulders, deep enough to leave a few red crescent-shaped marks. The feeling of his nut filling you gave you the warmest feeling in your tummy, satisfaction spreading through your mind, body, and soul.

The two of you rested for a moment, the sounds of your heavy breathing became your only focus. The audience laughter from the television was more noticeable now, but neither of you could care less. Silas let more of his weight fall on you, cradling you from above while you calmed down your breathing. You turned your face, tucking yourself into his neck and leaving a few soft kisses on the damp skin in appreciation.

Silas softly chuckled when you teased him with your tongue against his collarbone, knowing you both were too tuckered out for another round just yet. He pulled out of you, slowly, hissing at the overstimulation on his sensitive length. Sitting back on his knees in between your legs, he watched in admiration as seed spilled from your swollen lips, giving him a perfect view of the most beautiful painting he’s ever laid his eyes on–better than anything he’s seen in the MET.

Observing his mark on you–in you–was gratifying, a surge of endearment and devotion growing within his own core. “C’mere..”

You obeyed, lazily allowing him to reposition you on top of his chest, your faces just centimeters apart.

“Tell me somethin’ real quick...you meant it?”

That vulnerable look was back, although he did try to hide it by avoiding eye contact, instead focusing on your slightly puffy lips, swollen from all the kissing and biting and sucking. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew it was more than just dirty sex talk–something had been growing between the two of you and it was undeniable at this point.

“Every word.”

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