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[exphhoria]

Sweet as a melody

How the genshin men sound ft. Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Venti, Zhongli, Gorou, Cyno, Bennett, Aether, Xiao, Tighnari, and Kaveh

CW : Dom!reader x sub!character, Childe / Scara / Kaveh are brats, Bennett is aged up, penetration ( characters ), mention of penetration!receiving ( Childe ), light degradation ( Kazuha ), choking ( Venti ), semi-public ( Kazuha / Venti / Gorou ), overstimulation ( Zhongli ), dacryphilia ( Cyno / Bennett / Xiao / Kaveh ), breeding ( Aether ), spanking ( Zhongli ), praise ( Gorou ), edging ( Kaveh )

Albedo is all quick breaths, sharp inhales, and quiet groans, but when he’s thoroughly fucked out ( think- after an orgasm or two ), he lets out prettiest, unrestrained moans. He has a small dick that flushes pink at the tip and it’s so sensitive. Frot against it, and he’ll quickly be gasping and biting down on your neck to quiet his moans.

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Childe is mostly curses, your name, and grunts and groans. After a few rounds, he can’t speak properly so all that comes out are sounds vaguely resembling words. “F-fuck y/n- do-don’t stop” “Shit, you’re tight” P.S. brat right here ! Fuck his brains out until he can’t remember any of his usual cockiness. Childe acts like he’s all that, but it doesn’t take much for him to unravel under you, begging you to let him cum.

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Scara tries to act all tough at the start, putting on an act of defiance. Soon enough his “Fuck you”s and “I’m gonna kill you”s turn into loud, choked moans and pants of “a-ah! Right there” and “S-shit harderfsggs!” His pride only holds up for so long before you thoroughly ruin him ( he’s such a brat, pls put him in his place )

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Kazuha has high, breathy moans. They’re not extremely loud, but not quiet either. He’s also very mischievous and not shy about telling you how you make him feel. He’ll often whisper into your ear in public, describing to you all the things he wants you to do to him. Get back at him by wrapping your arms around his waist and toying with his nipples, discreetly rubbing the sensitive buds. He’ll turn into a blushing mess, squirming and stuttering. Just know that you’ll have to take responsibility for what you started ! Pull him into an alleyway to fuck him silly. “Better keep quiet, love,” you’ll mutter, “or do you want everyone to hear what a slut you are?” He’ll do his best to keep quiet, biting down on his lip in the most seductive way as you make quick work of him.

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There’s a certain bard who does not know how hold back in the slightest. Of course, this mischievous little bard is Venti. He moans like a whole ass pornstar. He’s so loud. If you don’t have sound proof walls, you’ll need to either choke him or gag him with your fingers to keep him quiet ( lest you want the whole neighborhood to know what you’re up to ). Kiss him until he’s gasping for air and his legs buckle underneath him. Venti wants everyone to know how good you make him feel, always leaving the windows open just in case someone walks by, only to see him pushed up against a wall with his legs spread wide and tongue lulling out while you pound into him.

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Zhongli tries to hide his lack of composure, but when you’re filling him up so perfectly, it’s hard to keep quiet. He has these low grunts and moans that come out all pretty and broken when overstimmed. He looks so gorgeous with his back arched and ass in the air just for you. Slap it, hard, and don’t apologize after. If you spank him in public, he’ll only glare at you sternly, secretly hoping you don’t notice the subtle tent forming in his pants.

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Gorou tries to stifle his moans at first, after all, he has a reputation to maintain, y’know? Especially because you always seem to want to embarrass him, dragging him into his tent and fucking him right there in the camps. It’s so hard for him to keep quiet when you’re making him feel so good, but he’ll try his best to be a good for you. Tell him how well he’s doing, staying quiet despite taking your cock and he’ll cum right then and there from the praise. When you’re alone, that’s when he can finally let loose, clawing at the sheets, your back, anything he can reach and moaning and gasping like he’s within an inch of his life.

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Cyno has these soft, airy moans that drive you absolutely insane. If you’re not already, hearing his pretty little whimpers make you want to completely ruin him until the only words on his tongue are your name and his face is streaked with tears. He’s so obedient for you, not cumming unless you give him the command. It’s not his fault if he messes up and cums all over himself, not when you hit that perfect spot inside of him. Take pity and don’t punish him, okay? After all, such a good boy following your commands.

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Bennett was definitely a virgin before meeting you. He cries really easily too and has these pretty little whimpers that make your dick twitch while still inside him. It doesn’t take much until he’s babbling out a broken, “A-agh! To-too much… can- can’t cum any- ah m-mmgh more.” He passes out after just a few rounds bc he can’t handle all the sensations of how good you make him feel. Manhandle him pls, he loves the feeling of losing control and letting someone have full power over him.

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Aether is very vocal in bed, not bothering to mask how loud he is. His moans are high pitched and mellow, sweet as honey. He’s always trying to tell you to go faster, but he’s so far gone that the only sounds that come out are his incoherent babbling interrupted by gasps and moans as he chokes on tears. He’s such a slut, not satisfied even after cum is leaking from his hole and dripping down his thighs. Pls breed him until he’s so filled with your cum, there’s a visible bulge on his stomach. With how rough you are, he can only come up with so many excuses before his colleagues start to wonder how he’s always losing his voice !!

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Inexperienced Xiao ftw !! He’s another one to have very breathy moans, lots of gasps and grunts too. In all the years he’s lived as an adeptus, he’s never had his insides so utterly wrecked. You’re just so big ! He can’t help the tears that stain his face nor the way his eyes roll back when you kiss his prostate so exquisitely. He’s quick to pass out, cum spilling out of his hole as he clenches on nothing. Keep fucking him while he’s unconscious and his eyebrows will furrow is the most beautifully delicate way.

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Oh my gosh- Tighnari is so needy. You don’t have sex often, but when you do, it’s rough. After being pent up for so long, he wants to be fully ruined. He’ll whine and pant, begging you to go faster, to let him cum. He’ll claw at your back, leaving countless love bites on your neck and shoulders. The only thing he can do to stop from screaming is biting down on your tender flesh and whimpering into your neck. He’ll be too dazed to speak, only loud moans and whines coming out from his marred throat. He won’t be satisfied unless he’s cum at least 5 times. He’ll try to get up early to groom himself and get to work so you’ll just have to keep fucking him until it’s dawn and he’s passed out from pleasure.

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Kaveh whimpers btw. He’s a brat too, he’ll pretend he’s tough and doesn’t like it, but when he’s close to cumming, he’ll be too busy chasing his release to keep pretending. He’s another clawer, be prepared to have your back covered in scratch marks for the next few days. It’ll look like you got attacked by a hilichurl ( or a cat ), best to just let people believe that’s the case. He likes to tease you in public so you’ll just have to punish him later by edging him until he’s sobbing and begging you to please let him cum. “P-please hic, I swear I won’t- mmMgh do it again”

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[salem-witch-slut]

I Hate (Love) You (18+)

Kate Bishop x Masc!FemReader

SYNOPSIS: Kate Bishop hated you. You were arrogant, stubborn, rude, and unkind to her. So why did she want you so bad?

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

WARNINGS: HATE SEX, strap-on use (Kate receiving), fingering (kate!receving), semi-public sex, reader is kind of a bitch, reader described as masculine and muscular, sub!Kate, dom!reader, cute ending, strap called "cock" and "dick"

A/N: Kinktober was a wild month for me. And Kate Bishop became a quick obsession, along with Natasha and Carol. Captain Marvel fic coming soon.

DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune

“I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

If there was something she prided herself on, it was her ability to find kindness in anybody. Even when her mother was arrested on Christmas, Kate still visited her in prison. And even with that black widow assassin, Yelena, she still couldn’t help but like her even after she attempted to kill her.

Kate saw the best in everybody, and she’s never hated a single person in her life… Until you came along.

What was it about you that pissed her off so bad? Why did she say things like “I hate you” to your face? Who even were you in this scenario?!

You worked at Bishop Security Headquarters. You used to be her mother’s administrative assistant, handling all of her paperwork and business calls like it was second nature to you. Whenever Kate had saw you working before, she would end up staring at you… The women in this office always wore those ugly pencil skirts and frilly blouses under horrendous blazers and heels too high for comfort. But not you.

Kate felt her heart stutter in her chest when she first saw you on the second week of her internship. You had a briefcase in your hands along with a cellphone in the other. There was an earpiece on your left side, just hiding the many piercings of your ear and the nose ring that she thought was so cool at the time. You wore almost no makeup, just mascara and lip gloss.

And the suits you wore? They all looked custom made to fit you. She could see the outline of your muscles through the fabric of your button-up shirts that were perfectly tucked into your dress pants. Every day you wore a new solid color business suit, and a tie to add a complimentary color to your outfit. Your hair was short, and Kate noticed your angled undercut, and the tattoo down the back of your neck.

Needless to say, Kate was horny for you. Every time you walked past reception; you didn’t even look up as Dee let you inside of the office building without a word. You were so busy on your phone that you never looked up. Kate saw you almost run into the glass doors on many occasions because Dee wasn’t quick enough to open the door.

She saw you at her mom’s home as well. You were usually around helping her with everything and making her life easier, but you hardly acknowledged Kate when she was around. It got to the point that Kate didn’t think you ever actually saw her.

And then one day, you didn’t have a choice.

Kate was late. She had a huge cup of iced coffee in her grasp as she made her way across the lobby to the building, her fear rising at being reprimanded when she was knocked onto the ground, iced latte clattering down to the concrete floor as a heavy body was knocked down and on top of her.

“Shit, shit, fuck,” The sound of your voice had her cheeks burning red as she looked up to meet your icy gaze. Kate forgot how to breathe… you were even more hot up close like this. And you smelled like cinnamon, fuck. “You didn’t see me coming?”

And just like that, Kate was offended. Didn’t matter how much pressure you were applying to her in all the right places, or how good you smelled. You were the one that ran into her. Not the other way around.

“Maybe if you get off your phone for more than five seconds, you would have seen me coming—”

“Wait, stop—” You shushed her and sat back on your knees, practically straddling Kate and making her breath get caught in her throat. You pressed a finger to your earpiece and nodded for a second and then responded. “Yes, I’ll have that ready by this afternoon. Mrs. Bishop has very important matters to handle, so I will be taking care of it personally.”

“Can you just- Move it!” Kate aggressively shoved you off of her body, forcing you to stand up off her and you reached for the briefcase that had slid across the floor. Almost immediately, you could smell the caramel and saw that Kate’s coffee had gotten all over the back of her shirt, and into her long hair.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Ms. Bishop,” Was all you said before you headed for the elevator and did not hold it for her. Kate was fuming. How entitled were you that you thought it was her fault!?

Since that day, Kate couldn’t even look at you without scowling. It didn’t matter how hot you dressed, how pretty your hair was, or how every so often you would switch out the piercing in your nose for something new. No, Kate was still pissed off. You were acting like she was nobody; like she didn’t even exist. She was your boss’s damn daughter!

It didn’t take long for her to be openly hostile toward you. When she saw you throughout the office, she would purposely run into you, shoulder-checking you. “Watch it, secretary.” Was what she would say. You weren’t a secretary… You were an administrative assistant! You were someone important! She was just the company owner’s brat daughter and useless intern!

It would have been so easy to ignore Kate’s childish antics for a long, long time… But unfortunately, her mother had other plans.

Eleanor was throwing a party for her clientele, and she made sure that Kate was going to be there. And then she revealed to her daughter that yes, you would also be there. And you would be staying in close proximity with Kate all night long. Kate had been questioning why you were going to hang around her all night long, and Eleanor reminded her daughter that not only did she have a habit for wandering off and not coming back, but she also liked getting into nonsense trouble.

You would keep her in line. Right, yeah, you’d totally keep her in line…

Kate felt ridiculous. She was in a sparkly purple floor-length evening gown that was off her shoulders and her hair was held back by silver flower clips. And while she felt silly, you had nearly lost your balance at seeing her.

It was probably the first time she saw you look at her for more than ten seconds… Of course, you were in a suit. Of course, you had a tie that matched the color of her dress. And of course, it looked fucking incredible on you, like everything else you fucking wore. It pissed her off even more.

“Ms. Bishop,” You cleared your throat a little and bowed down, holding out your hand for her and making her roll her eyes.

“Don’t try to be nice to me,” She said, shooing your hand away and walking passed you. You looked dumbfounded. “This must be killing you.”

“You know what?” You squared your shoulders back a little and decided that you’ve had enough of her damn attitude. “You’re right. I’d rather be anywhere else than here with you right now.”

“And what is it about being in my presence that is so freaking bad for you?”

“You’re a spoiled little brat who is too hot for her own good and thinks she can get whatever she fucking wants with that damn look you give people,” You scowled, not holding back even a little. “You only work at HQ because your mother owns it. You don’t do a thing there except waste time.”

Kate didn’t hear anything other than you calling her hot. Her cheeks burned red, but she wasn’t backing down. “At least I’m not some workaholic who doesn’t even know how to look up from her phone for more than ten seconds before walking headfirst into someone!”

“That was months ago, are you being serious right now?” You crossed your arms together and Kate swallowed hard at your muscles contracting under the fabric. “You aren’t helping my case here by whining like a brat.”

“And you’re just a… A bitch!” Her voice echoed so hard in the halls that other guests ended up staring at you two. For a second, you had forgotten where you two were and before Kate could fight back, you were grabbing her on the arm and dragging her away from the scene. “Hey! Let me—”

You didn’t listen. You simply tugged her into a supply closet and locked the door behind you as you slammed it shut. “You want to fight? Let’s fight, Ms. Bishop.”

“This is—” Kate laughed incredulously, her face paling a little as she realized just how close she was to you in the small closet. You smelled even better when she was almost touching you like this. “You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”

“And what are you being then, huh? A child? A pussy?” Kate stumbled back as you slammed your hands on either side of her head, standing as tall as her and leaning forward just enough for her to feel your breath against her face. Kate shivered, and you noticed. “A brat?”

“I am not a brat,” Kate almost snarled, her heart pounding in her chest. A low, seductive chuckle left your throat, and the Bishop girl felt her knees tremble as you reached with one hand and gently tilted her head up to meet her gaze. You licked your lips, and she noticed. Her stomach was twisting all over again and she felt like her body was on fire.

Kate breathed, “I hate you.”

You snarled. “I hate you, more.”

There was no telling who truly closed the distance first. It was a mess of lips, tongue, and teeth as you slammed your mouth down against hers and began to kiss Kate with a desire that you didn’t know was in you.

Your entire body slotted against her, whimpering at feeling her own strength against yours. And while Kate wasn’t as muscular as you, she was just as strong. Her hands curled into the front of your suit, and she let out a soft whine as you broke the kiss and reached down with both hands, grabbing her thighs.

“Just… need that attitude fucked out of you,” Your words sent electric shocks throughout her entire body. Before she could bring herself to protest, you bent down and lifted her up off the floor, wrapping Kate’s legs around your waist and sliding your lips down to her neck.

Kate fisted her fingers in your hair and scowled aggressively, pushing down against your hips in an attempt to show her dominance, but what she got in return was something she was not expecting. Her breath got caught in her throat and the sensation of something pressing against her…

“Did you—” Kate looked offended for a brief second, her brows pulling together as she looked up at you. “You fucking plan this?”

You chuckled, leaning forward and gently grazing your teeth across her jawline. “Not that it’s any of your business, Bishop��� but I tend to enjoy these parties a bit more than you.”

Kate was slightly pissed, but more intrigued than anything. Why would you be packing? What is it about these parties that makes you wear… Her entire face went red, and she looked up at your stern gaze, pressing her lips into a thin line. “You planned on taking someone home with you.”

“I planned on taking someone home with me,” You admitted, gently rubbing your thumb across the underside of her chin before aggressively grabbing at her neck. “Now don’t make me fucking regret dragging you into this closet, and not that cute girl from finance.”

Kate knew who you were talking about. Christy was short, adorable, feminine, and every masc lesbian’s fantasy. Kate would know, because she’s thought about fucking Christy too. Suddenly, Kate felt like she shouldn’t have been in here with you, but you were quick to put those fears to rest. Very slowly, you reached down and pulled on of the straps off her shoulder and nipped your teeth along her soft skin.

“Fuck,” Kate pressed her head against the wall, her hips pushing down against the strap in your dress pants. You grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down as far as you possibly could, feeling Kate put her arms down so she could slip them out of her dress. You pushed the fabric around her waist and one of your hands gripped at her chest, running your thumb across her nipple and kissed at the pulse in her neck. “D-Don’t think I…I like you now…”

“Don’t mistake me fucking you for me liking you either, Bishop,” You scowled, teeth biting down briefly against her neck and making her buck forward against your hips. Continuing to play with Kate’s soft breasts, you held her up simply with your own body and the strength of her legs around your waist in order to fully feel her in your hands. “You’re still a spoiled brat that needs a severe attitude adjustment.”

“Yeah?” Kate taunted, pulling hard enough on your hair that you had no choice but to lift your head up and meet her gaze. “Hope your dick is the adjustment you’re talking about.”

A low sigh of arousal left your throat as you reached down between both of you and pressed your fingertips against her. Kate gasped, fingers shaking for a second as you found her cunt and began to rub at her clit overtop of her panties almost immediately.

“Oh wow,” You teased, wearing a grin that made her pissed off and horny at the same time. “Fucking soaked for me, Bishop.”

“Shut up, you secret—ohfuck…” Kate couldn’t finish her words. You cut her off when you yanked her panties to the side and slowly began to push one of your thick fingers inside of her dripping cunt. Her nails bit into the fabric of your suit and you breathed slowly, almost like this was just another day for you.

“I am your mother’s assistant. I am important. Without me, your company will fucking drown, Bishop… I’m no secretary,” You pushed her up on the wall a bit more and Kate stared into your eyes, almost like she was trying to challenge you with eye contact. “You’ll address me with respect when I’m knuckle deep inside of your pussy. Understand me?”

Kate was about to voice her thoughts, and then you added another finger. Kate immediately gasped, her eyes going back in her head as you chuckled and pressed soft little kisses across her neck. The Bishop girl felt like she was completely at your mercy, feeling you push her panties away every few seconds to keep them off your area of work.

After moving them for at least the sixth time, you were getting very angry. “Oh, fuck this.” Kate let out an embarrassingly loud whine as you removed your finger from her cunt, tucking it into the crotch of her panties, and pulled. The sound of the fabric snapping against your strength was a whole new reason for her to be aroused, but then she realized that you ripped off her underwear.

“Are you kidding—” Kate glared at you. “You know I’ve only got one of those, right?”

“Your dress is long,” You teased, reaching with your other hand and pushing the waist of your pants around your hips. Very quickly, you wiggled out and rested the pants around your upper thighs, just low enough to pull the strap-on free from its confinement. “It’ll hide your stretched out pussy just fine.”

“W-Wait, wait,” You saw her start shaking with slight fear but ultimately, she just wanted to look into your eyes when you pushed forward, lining your deep purple strap with her cunt. You promised to go slow, holding her thighs with both hands and watching the strap slowly disappear inside of her cunt. You stopped halfway when Kate whimpered and grabbed your shoulders harder than you expected. “Fuck… Ohmyg…. Nnnnn…”

“Hey… hey Bishop, look—” You saw her throw her head back and almost give herself a concussion before you grabbed at her face and made her look down. “Kate, look at me.”

Kate gasped, eyes widening as she looked down into your eyes and felt her face turned a deep crimson at your words… It was the first time you had ever said her first name. She wanted to hear you say it again.

“Again,” Kate begged, her fingers trembling as she looked down at your cock and slowly rolled her hips a little bit. “P-please… say it again.”

You smirked. “What? Say what again?” You pressed your chest against hers and she whined at the feeling of your soft dress suit rubbing on her poor sensitive nipples. You kissed over her neck and began to slowly move yourself against her, hips giving short and slow thrusts against her. “Want me to call you by your name again?”

“Please!” Kate begged. “M’s-sorry! Y-you’re not a s-secretary… You’re i-important, I just… Oh please just…” The sound that escaped her was so loud that you needed to keep her quiet or you both would get caught. You pressed your lips against hers as fast as possible, swallowing her moans down and slowly picking up speed.

“Kate,” You moaned against her mouth, dragging out another beautiful sound from the archer. Her fingers fisted in the front of your suit jacket, and she began to try and push it off of you. She felt you smile against her lips and began taking the jacket off your shoulders. Kate started to unbutton the front of your shirt, all while you kept a gentle speed of thrusting your silicone cock into her warm cunt. “Yeah? You want my clothes off too?”

“Shut up,” Kate huffed, finally getting the last button of your shirt undone and shoving that down over your shoulders as well. It gathered in a heap on the floor as you sighed and allowed Kate to do what she wanted to this time. Her hands ran along the sides of your defined arms, and she dug her nails into the muscles on your shoulders, losing her breath for a second as she felt you speed up.

“Still got an attitude?” You said. “L-Let’s get rid of that, huh?”

“Harder,” Kate begged, grabbing at your face and panting against your mouth. “Harder please… fuck me like you mean it!”

“With pleasure, Kate Bishop.”

You had clearly been holding back. Your hands gripped her hips, and you pushed her against the wall a bit harder. Your muscles flexed as you kept her off the ground and reangled yourself just right to slam the entirety of your strap inside her pussy.

The archer grabbed at your biceps, gaping at you with wide eyes and heart pounding behind her ribs. The strap stretched her out perfectly, and you were moving in the most wonderful way that she almost forgot why she actually hated you.

This is what Kate had been wanting ever since she met you. A few times she had dreamed of using a strap on you as well, but this was what most of her fantasies consisted of. You drag her into a secluded corner of the HQ office and fuck her senseless. But she wasn’t going to admit that out loud any time soon. For now, this was just a hot accident.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” You taunted, leaning forward and whispering down against her neck. Kate wrapped her arms around your neck and pushed her entire face into your shoulder, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure with every thrust into her pretty pussy. “Whining so pretty for me, little brat… Sound like such a little slut—”

“N-Not a b-b-brat,” Kate hiccupped against your skin, breathing you in and admiring how your tits bounced in the confinement of your black laced bra. It looked so gorgeous against the muscles in your chest and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and undoing the hooks on your back.

You pulled the fabric off your body and dropped it on the floor next to you, still holding Kate up off the floor with all your strength working overtime. It was clear that this wasn’t exactly difficult for you… Like you’ve done this many times before.

Kate spoke as best as she could, gasping and yelping as you began to use her own body weight to fill her at a new angle, lifting her off your strap and dropping her back down. Kate was practically riding you now, and she was loving every single fucking second of it.

“H-How ma-many girls in the office h..have you d-done this with?” Kate tried not to sound jealous.

You chuckled, leaning up and kissing her jaw. “Why? You hope you’re the first?”

Kate could tell you were masking how much you liked this. You tried not to sound winded, nor did you try to show the pleasure this was bringing you, but it was obvious with how you were holding her. Kate was having a serious effect on you, and she was basking in not only you fucking her, but also this long awaited attention from you.

“Let’s just say,” You said, lifting her chin up and looking into her eyes. Kate whimpered as you rolled your hips at just the right angle and the strap bumped against her clit, making her see stars behind her eyes. Kate whined pathetically. “You… are the prettiest girl I’ve ever fucked in a closet before.”

That told her nothing, but with what you were doing? Kate was beyond caring.

The archer grabbed at your hair and bit down on your shoulder, keeping her sounds contained as you split her open. The way your hips moved just right to hit her deepest spots… The way that you managed to bring friction to her clit when you moved just perfectly, how you were holding her so tight and aggressively, how your tits were pressed against her own, basking in the warmth and solidness of your body… She wasn’t gonna last long.

“OhGOD… Ohfuck I’m gonna… nnnnn…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock, Katie?” You taunted, much to her pleasure. Kate nodded, her body shivering against yours as you pulled back enough to see into her eyes. They were watering, rolling back in her head, and her eyelids were struggling to stay open.

You noticed all of the little changes to her demeanor. Her fingers flexed against your hair, and you felt the muscles in her legs tense up as she held you closer and began to grind against your cock to try and give more friction to her clit. You got the message and slowly licked your fingers before sliding your hand between both of your bodies.

“Oh baby, you’re real sensitive, aren’t you?” Kate nodded, biting her lip and looking so desperate to reach her high. You wanted to see her cum so bad. When your fingers pressed against her clit and began to rub at it as fast as possible, Kate had to cover her mouth with one of her hands to hold in her moans. “You like when I rub your clit like that? Like when I touch you like this, Katie?”

Kate’s brows pulled down as she pressed her back into the wall and you got to watch your strap pump into her pussy, making you shiver with pleasure. It looked so pretty and so fucking messy… You wanted to taste her so bad. The archer whined, tears filling her vision as she begged, hand muffling her words. “Please don’t stop… pleaaaaase, m’so fucking close…”

You readjusted your angle once again, spreading your legs apart a little more and grabbing at her waist, slamming the cock so hard inside of Kate that you worried you may end up bruising her.

But those thoughts were put to rest when you saw what Kate looked like as she came on you. Her entire back arched and she rolled her eyes back in her head, slapping her other hand over her mouth and shaking against your tight hold. Her body hit the wall and she bucked her hips down against your strap, taking you in as deep as humanly possible before she collapsed on your chest.

Your thrusts began to slow as you tried to calm your own heavy breathing. Very slowly, you turned around and pressed your back to the wall, sliding down the surface and sitting on the broom closet floor with Kate in your lap, strap still buried deep inside of her.

You could feel Kate’s heart against your own, listening to her heavy, harsh breathing and the way your soft touches sent her shivering against you. For some reason, you were acting sweet with her… Kate half expected for you to drop her to the floor and walk off the second she was finished, but you were sitting on the floor with her in your arms, holding her and whispering sweet things into her ear as she came down from her high.

“Did so good f’me, Katie… So proud, sweet girl…” You praised, kissing her neck and nuzzling against her.

Kate huffed, pushing herself back a little more just so she could look down into your eyes, her own dilated and wild from her orgasm and the adrenaline racing through her body.

“I don’t… get it…” Kate breathed through heavy inhales. “Y-You’re being s..so nice… Why do you hate me so much?”

You frowned and hid your face in her chest. Something Kate was not expecting. “You’re off-limits, Kate… You are my boss’s daughter. You are forbidden… I shouldn’t even be alone with you, let alone making you cream all over my dick.”

“I didn’t—” Kate whined when you grabbed her ass and rolled her hips against your lap, feeling the tip of your strap touch her deepest sweet spot and her toes curled up. “Okay, okay fine! I did! B-But why act like you—”

“If you hated me… I could pretend like I didn’t like you,” You admitted, shame written all over your features. “I didn’t want to admit shit I knew wouldn’t happen.”

Kate frowned, pushing your bangs out of your face and running her fingers across your jaw. “And now?”

You snorted. “Never been too good at seeing into the future, Katie…”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between the both of you as you glanced down at your watch and saw that a whole hour had passed within the supply closet. But the party was still going on and it seemed that no one noticed the two of you were missing. You grinned.

“We’ve still got time, miss Bishop,” You leaned back a little and teased her, gently lifting your hips up and making her bounce on your lap. Kate pushed her hands against your chest and gasped but couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “Let’s see if you ride as well as you shoot.”

“Oh, game on.”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Just a little ask- can we get a Regina George x basically a masc lesbian version of a himbo reader?

I don’t know about you but I have to climb Mount Everest to find any masc reader fics 😭 it’s hard out here!!!

Truth or Dare ||

|| Regina George x masc!fem!reader

|| Warnings: heavily implied smut, house party, underage drinking, Regina being Regina, sex mention, reader being slightly peer pressured in Truth or Dare, swearing, Regina being possessive over reader

|| Summary: Regina gets reader ready for a house party, they get a little distracted by each other. At the house party, reader ends up having more fun than she thought she would.

Requests open!

Started: May 10th

Finished: May 13th

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The only reason you were popular was because Regina George was your girlfriend; if you hadn't been associated with her you would've been a complete outcast. You didn't fall into the femme social norms society had created. You leaned on the more masc side. Backwards hats, baggy pants, oversized shirts and sweaters. How you ended up with Regina you had no idea, but man you loved every minute of it.

You sat with her group during lunch, it was Wednesday so all of you had at least some type of pink on. For you it was your backwards flat cap, coloured a soft pink. Regina had bought it for you since prior to dating her you had absolutely zero pink in your wardrobe. Your clothes were mostly neutral colours, except for the few pride merch pieces you had.

The rest of your outfit was what you would typically wear. It was Fall, so you had a brown oversized hoodie; the sleeves and hood were a soft cream colour. Your pants were a pair of grey-ish green cargos. The way you tended to dress was mostly just grabbing whatever from your closet since you were always rushed in the mornings; sleep was priority. Looking good came after.

Regina hated that you did this. There was definitely a few times where the outfit you ended up showing up with was so mismatched that she would make you go back and change.

"Have you been listening?" Regina looked at you, eyes narrowed. You blinked and stared at her in confusion.

You definitely hadn't been.

"Uhh..."

Regina groans," Pay attention, dumbass. I asked if you had an outfit planned for the party tonight."

You had completely forgotten about the house party Regina was dragging you to, so you didn't have an outfit." I can't just wear this?" You looked down at what you already had on.

Her face scrunched up and she rolled her eyes," Absolutely not. After school you're coming to mine and we're giving you a makeover."

"Great..." You muttered, not really wanting the makeover but you knew Regina wouldn't let you say no.

The rest of the school day went by pretty quickly and at the end of it Regina had driven you to her place to work on your party fit.

As you walked into her room, she grabbed you by your waist and pinned you to the wall. Trailing kisses along your neck which got a soft gasp out of you.

"Regina- I thought-" You were confused why she was she doing this, not that you minded but you thought you were here for a makeover... not make out.

Her hands gripped the bottom of your hoodie and slowly pulled it over your head.

"Well, I have to undress you first. Don't I?" She whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded your head and let her continue with what she was doing.

She smirked as she watched you easily go along with what she was doing. Once your shirt was off, she unclipped your bra and let it fall to the floor as she pushed herself against your body. Her kisses went from your neck to your chest, pulling away from you just moments before she would've reached your breasts.

You made a soft sound when she pulled away, Regina smirked and gripped your hand; leading you to her closet. She loved teasing you like this. Her favourite thing was watching you get worked up, then pulling away from you last minute.

She dug through her clothes, trying to find a nice shirt and pair of pants to go with it. Something that would both match your style and fit what she was going to wear.

When she found the right combination of clothes, she handed them to you and gave you a deep kiss. You melted into it, kissing her back. Her hand rested to the small of your back as she pulled away; eyes slowly trailing your figure.

"Change into that."

You looked down at the clothes she picked out for you, raising an eyebrow as you looked back at Regina again. "Do I have to?"

She narrowed her eyes," Yes." Her hand trailed down further before slapping your ass, making you gasp at the suddenness," Don't argue."

You rolled your eyes but got changed into the fit, Regina's eyes never leaving your body as she stood with her arms crossed.

The outfit she had given you was a little more out of your style than she planned for; she had given you a black lace corset with a fishnet long sleeve that went down to your hands and made fingerless gloves. For the bottoms she'd given you a pair of red jeans and one of her louboutin boots that had just a bit of heel. Okay, it was seriously out of your style. She just wanted to see what you would look like in it and man she wasn't disappointed. When you were dressed, you looked at her then down at the heeled boots.

"I'm so going to fall tonight." You muttered, she laughed at that and a smile tugged the corner of her mouth.

"And if you do, tell me so I can get it on video." Regina winked at you, you huffed.

"Love you, too." You muttered, she ignored your comment and grabbed you by your hand. Pulling you helplessly over to her makeup vanity. Your worst nightmare.

Regina forced you to take a seat before she sat down in your lap, a smirk on her face as she went through her makeup supplies.

"Regina..." You tried to protest, but her hand went to your mouth to stop you.

"Don't start. A little makeup won't hurt you." Regina whispered, grabbing her moisturizer cream and beginning to put some on. You cringed as it touched your face and closed your eyes, reluctantly letting her do what she needed to do.

Nearly twenty long minutes later, Regina was done and satisfied with the look she had created. She grabbed you by your chin and made you look in her mirror as she raised an eyebrow expectantly.

"It's... not my style. But it's fine." You replied, at least being honest with her.

She rolled her eyes and let go of your face," you look better than fine. Now move so I can do my own makeup."

You moved out of her way and headed over to Regina's bed, laying down as you scrolled on your phone and waited for her to be done. Hers took much longer than yours, since she was doing a whole lot more than what she had done for you. You wouldn't even begin to be able to describe what she was doing because you had no clue what half the products even were.

Once Regina was ready, she pulled you from her bed and began walking to her jeep.

"Do we really have to go? I mean, it's a Wednesday night, G. We have school tomorrow." You weren't thrilled about a late night party. Regina's dragged you to multiple parties before, they weren't your scene.

"We're going. We just spent almost two hours getting ready and that time is not going to waste." She looked back at you with narrowed eyes, you sighed deeply but got into her jeep with her and she drove the two of you to go pick up Gretchen & Karen.

When they got in the jeep, you held conversation with them until you finally arrived at the party. You dreaded stepping through those doors but you didn't have much of a choice as Regina dragged you along.

As Regina dragged you along, you did your best to avoid making contact with anyone. One girl nearly threw up on you but Regina pulled you closer to her.

"You're not ruining my clothes tonight." She mutters, hand gripping you tighter as she found her way to the kitchen.

Now in the kitchen, Regina goes through the fridge. Pulling out orange juice, vodka and some ice to make a Screwdriver Cocktail. She pours one for herself than one for you, handing you your drink.

You take it, grateful it wasn't some shit like bud light. You weren't big on beer, you preferred the simply stuff with vodka. Which Regina knew. Sorry bud light fans.

You took a drink as she walked back over to you, hand wrapping around your waist as she trails it along your body. You look at her with a soft smirk, raising an eyebrow as you see the look in her eyes.

"Yes, baby?" You ask in a whisper.

"Shh." She mutters, giving your lips a soft kiss before kissing your neck a few times. Earning some soft sounds from you.

She pulls away and chugs back some of her drink before setting it down on the counter," I'll be right back. Watch my drink."

Regina tells you, you nod and keep your eyes on her as she leaves the kitchen. You then lean yourself against the counter, taking her drink in your hand so you could keep an eye on it like she asked.

You're alone for no longer than a minute when some girl you thought you vaguely recognized came into the kitchen. You weren't sure where you'd seen her, but it was somewhere. Maybe just passing her in the school halls?

She didn't stand out all that much, at least in your opinion. Her eyes locked to yours and she smiled, walking over to you.

"Y/N! Hi!" You weren't surprised she knew your name, many people knew your name when you didn't know theirs. Being Regina George's girlfriend will do that.

"Hi." You reply simply, hoping she would catch on to the fact that you weren't interested in conversation. Not with her, anyway. You took a big sip from your drink, but she pulled it away from your mouth. The suddenness of it nearly making you choke. She grabs both drinks from your hands and sets them behind you, pressing herself against your body.

"Wouldn't you rather... have something else on your lips than a glass?" Her voice was low, she was clearly flirting with you and clearly drunk. You were about to push her off when someone very loudly cleared their throat from behind you. You looked over and saw Regina in the door way, arms folded and glare intense as ever as she stared down the girl. You felt yourself relax. Thank God.

"I'm feeling nice tonight so you have three seconds to back off before I end whatever pathetic social life you have." Regina's voice was scary calm, laced with fake kindness that sent a shiver down your spine and the threat wasn't even directed at you.

The girl flinched when she heard Regina and quickly stepped away from you, though her hand lingered for a moment longer than you would have liked.

"Regina-! We were just-!" Regina cuts her off before she could explain, marching right up to you and positioning herself where the girl had been against you moments before. Her hand grips your chin as she pulls you in for a rough kiss. You made a soft sound, melting into her lips as you easily kissed her back.

When you parted, the girl was no longer in the kitchen. You smirked as you looked at Regina.

"Thank you, baby." You whisper, she narrows her eyes and shushes you with her finger.

"Don't think you're off the hook." Her other hand grips you at your waist, nails digging into your skin. Hard enough to leave a mark on you.

Your eyes closed at the feeling, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you leaned back against the counter.

"Guys! We're starting a game of Truth or Dare!" Gretchen's voice rings out from somewhere in the living room, catching both yours and Regina's attention. Your eyes flutter open, a hint of disappointment in your features at the thought of ending whatever it was that Regina had started.

"We're so playing." Regina tells you, you nod in reluctance and hand Regina her drink from the counter before taking your own and following her into the living room.

You could see your guy's friend group seated on the couches plus some others who had joined. Faces you recognized; Gretchen, Karen, Cady, Aaron, Shane. The rest you didn't exactly know but you had definitely seen them around before. the backup dancers from Stupid with Love.

Regina took a seat in the open arm chair and motioned for you to sit in her lap, you easily followed the silent order. Leaning back against her with a soft, contented sigh.

The game went through a few rounds before it circled over to you, Shane being the one to ask you Truth or Dare. Since it was Shane, you went with the hopefully safer choice of Truth. You knew his Dares could get messy.

Shane smirked," What's your most embarrassing sex story?"

Your face flushed at the question, you should've known Truth would be just as awful." Drink." You stated, opting to skip it by drinking since that was a rule you guys had added. You only get three drink skips.

You felt Regina's hand on your waist, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

"No, I wanna hear this. Say it." She has a feeling she knows which one you're avoiding, but she wants confirmation.

You rolled your eyes, looking longingly at your drink in your hand. Knowing Regina wouldn't let you skip this one. You could feel everyone watching you expectantly.

Groaning, your free hand came up to loosely covered your mouth." I once leaned too far back and fell off the bed. Broke my arm."

"Oh my God! That's how you broke your arm?!" Gretchen grinned," You said it was a skate boarding accident!"

"Well I wasn't about to say it was a sex accident." You rolled your eyes again, Regina laughed from behind you and gave your hip a squeeze.

"Watching you scramble to come up with that lie to your parents was so fucking funny." She smirked, you gave her a glare.

The others laughed and you stuck the middle finger at them as you took a drink from your cup anyways.

The rest of the game continued, lots of the classic questions were asked and dares were done. Overall it was pretty fun, this was probably the most fun you've had at a party in a while.

[kabr0ztrousers]

How about helping a penis-having demon friend of yours who is just entering heat/rut? The gentler early stages of it, but getting more intense as time goes on until their arranged heat partner arrives and helps you. Lots of cum, begging, and then some nice aftercare :) (demon top, femme male human bottom, please?)

I hope that's not too specific!

- @zeal-kitten 🩷

Now here's the million dollar question: did Zeal request this, or did someone else, knowing they'd get off to it?

Kabr0z Writes episode 50: Hot as Hell

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Hell; demons; light femdom; anal sex; excessive cum; group sex;

A/N: Wow, 50 of these! I absolutely should've planned for this, but if I'm totally honest I wasn't expecting to get this far!

If you want to support me in writing an episode a day until the 31st of December, it's totally free! Just send a request to my asks or DMs! Near enough anything's fair game, check the pinned if you're unsure!

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It's early evening in your little corner of Hell.

You were sent here a decade or two ago after an unfortunate incident involving an angry horse and your chest cavity. Turns out, being gay still gets you sent here. On the plus side, Hell really is infinite so there's plenty of housing, you're already dead so there's no need for food, and everyone in Heaven is a prude anyway. You're told it's only worth it if you're really into bright lights, liturgical chanting and harps, and you can get that down here too if you want.

Since getting here you'd made a few friends, one of whom was on the sofa next to you, helping you decide on the movie for the night.

Shg'shthg, like all demons, had the ability to alter his shape to his liking. He was slightly taller than you, even without the ram's horns curling from his brow. His skin was bluish-white, decorated with row upon row of swimming black runes subtly moving across every inch of his body. The characteristic long claws fashionable amongst demons currently held your TV remote in one hand and a sending stone in the other as he scrolled through the list.

"Satan's breath, every single piece of media humanity's ever created, and absolutely nothing to watch... How about Love's Labour's Won?"

You sighed "Shakespeare again? Like, it was nice the first hundred times, at least put on Edward III"

Shg'shthg looked at you "I was there when he was king, and the play is so wrong it's actually insulting. You know how I feel about the historys"

"When's D'Nzro getting here anyway?"

The demon beside you rolled his eyes "She's stuck in traffic. I keep telling her to get some wings but noooo" he waved his hands "She has to drive a car"

You laughed. Hell is, of course, Hell. No matter how decent life was down here, everything was just a little bit shit.

The TV flicked to a film, some B-movie about a bunch of sharks in a tornado. You looked over at the demon next you you. He was trying to focus on the TV, but you could see him starting to squirm in his seat. Sweat beaded on his brow as he checked his sending stone again. He crossed and un-crossed his legs, over and over, the beads of perspiration starting to roll down his head.

"You OK?"

He looked at you, the faint bluish tinge of his skin deepening, the text scrolling faster across his face "I wasn't expecting it to come this week..." His eyes screwed shut as his head tipped back "I need to ask you a favour"

"What do you need? I'll do it" you agreed a little hastily, but despite conventional wisdom you did trust this demon

"It's my heat, I need to fuck someone. Normally it'd be D'Nzro but she's-"

"Not here" you leant over the demon next to you. You won't pretend you hadn't fantasized about getting with the buff incubus, but you'd rather hoped for a more romantic setting. You kissed, gently at first. Shg'shthg whined in his throat, his desperate eyes wide and dark, looking up at you. You kissed him again, this time letting him push his tongue up into your mouth. He tasted of cigarette smoke and iron. You sucked gently on his tongue, allowing one of your hands to slide up his leg to his crotch. You could already feel the heat of his cock through his pants, opening them and allowing it to spring free.

You looked at it, leaking a thin stream of steaming fluid from its tapered tip, those same glyphs running up and down the shaft, speeding up in time with the throbbing of his inhuman cock.

One hand cradling his balls, you slowly licked the shaft, tasting the sticky precum running in rivulets onto your tongue. You reached the tip, placing your lips on it, letting the fluid leak out into your mouth, sucking it straight from the tap.

"Please" the demon breathed. You could feel the hand on the back of your neck, straining against the desire to force this cock down your throat.

You bobbed your head, taking the first couple of inches of the cock in your mouth, gently sucking as you played with his balls. Your other hand wrapped around the shaft, teasing the base as you sucked on the tip. Shg'shthg was groaning, the pulsing precum tasting richer and thicker. Your hand clenched on where his scotum, where it met his body, stopping his balls receding all the way. You spoke around the cock, eking out words between sucks "You wanna cum in my mouth?"

Shg'shthg nodded, whining and panting, the text on his body whirling with your edging, precum squirting from him in sticky spurts, filling and drooling out of your mouth to coat your chin.

You dipped your head deeper, sucking faster and harder, squeezing the base of his cock and massaging the balls as they shrank into him. He groaned, the hand on your head pushing down as the cock in your mouth spasmed and filled with cum, pumping it into your mouth as you struggled to swallow it all. It flooded your mouth, spurting from your lips, flooding your sinuses as it poured from your nose.

You pulled your mouth away from the cock as the last spurts pulsed out, covering your face. The door opened behind you, D'Nzro stepped in, her heels clicking on the floor. You looked at her, she saw you kneeling over her boyfriend, cock in hand, face covered in his cum.

"Let me guess. He told you he wasn't expecting his heat cycle so soon, and convinced you to suck him off?" Her voice was imperious, somewhere between a stern teacher and a vicious taskmistress

You nodded, taking in her body. Skin like tanned leather, eyes like coals, and two rows of short horns running down her shaved head

She grabbed you by your slight waist, lifting you so you straddled the incubus below you "Well, in that case, you've both been naughty boys." One clawed finger cut a slit in the ass of your jeans and your boxers, leaving your tight asshole unprotected "Naughty boys get punished." She held you with one hand, the other scooping up a handful of the demon-seed pooling on your sofa before slathering it on your ass, pushing it into your hole, before setting you down on Shg'shthg's lap, his still-hard cock resting against your back.

Shg'shthg's hands were on your waist now.

"Lift him up"

He lifted, lining your puckered hole up with the pointed tip of the cock you'd just drained. D'Nzro pressed the cock into you, a slender claw teasing your ballsack as she did "Drop"

Shg'shthg dropped you. Your weight rammed half his cock into you before you caught yourself.

You groaned as D'Nzro grabbed your hips and started moving you around, pushing you down and rocking your hips against the cock inside you. You leant back, pressing the cock against your prostate, feeling as the hard organ invading you pressed against it, making you leak. Two fingers pushed into your mouth, you sucked on them as you bounced on the cock within you, getting another inch of it in you with every drop.

You didn't care whose fingers you were sucking, whose hand was wrapped around your cock, or whose hands were on your waist, guiding you ever further down. Your aching cock was throbbing as pressure built behind it. Your asshole twitched and your balls rose as you came hard. Groaning and sweating you splattered Shg'shthg with your cum, adding your seed to the pool of cum on his chest and belly. The smell of sex filled your head, still sticky and oozing demon cum from your nostrils.

You were pushed down. The last few inches of the Incubus's huge cock filling you as it twitched and pulsed, spraying heat into you, filling your belly and clouding your thoughts.

D'Nzro pushed you onto Shg'shthg's chest, your dripping cock landing in the pool of mixed cum as it deflated. A blanket fell on top of you, and moments later you heard the kettle boiling, the smell of hot chocolate filling the flat, ousting the omnipresent sulphur.

A few minutes later, you had a warm mug of chocolate milk and two demons cuddling you from either side, watching some terrible B-movie about a flock of evil birds.

Not a bad evening, all things considered

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Hope you don't mind I took some creative license with the request!

Remember that you can submit requests through my ask box or DMs, though the lead time at the moment is the better part of a month, so be warned it probably won't be written soon, though it will be written!

[missestokyo]

Walker Scobell x Gn!Reader

[Headcanon]

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Sumary: Being best friend with Walker Scobell

Warning: N/A

A/N: I putted Gn!Reader for the fact that I didn’t bring up any pronouns, so, yeah

Face time at random times, like, really random times, for literally. No. Reason.

“Hi.”

“Hi?”

Silence

“You ok?”

Makes fart noise with mouth and hang up

“Dude, what?”

This boy is funny, he’s aways trying to make you laugh, even more when you’re sad

Playing Fortnite together, you don’t like it? He’ll force you anyway (in a friendly way)

You also being friend with his sister and when you go to his house sometimes she steals you from him

(He gets a little jealous)

“Can I have my friend back?”

“No, we’re gossiping about you.”

His parents love you

He taking 0.5 pics of you

“Whatcha doing?”

“Taking pictures, duh.”

If you are part of the PJO cast you guys going to pass the breaks together, talking about the scenes or just chilling

If you aren’t, he’s going to call you so you guys can talk, sometimes he’s so excited that he accidentally tells a spoiler

And if you never read one book of Percy Jackson this boy will go crazy, he’ll make you read all the books, he’ll probably tell spoilers of the book

He’s sweet boy, but sometimes is a little annoying

[hobvitr]

Spider Noir x reader pretty please??

spider noir x reader

gn!reader

genre/warnings: domestic fluff, established relationship, marriage talk, unrevised writing

note: thank you for the request! i was wanting to do something for noir! and I'm here asking to all of you to be your favorite domestic fluff writer because i'm a sucker for that genre. i swear. recommended song: from the start - laufey

sinopses: you two cuddle at home watching some romcom while a storm is pouring outside.

the rain was pouring hard outside your apartment, a big storm roaming the city while you were alone, trying to watch something on tv to distract yourself from the so close thunders. of course peter weren't home yet from the patrolling, your mind full with worry even tho he was spiderman, he isn't immune to catch a cold. as your mind was full with him, you listen to the window opening and closing almost instantaneously.

sure the sound came from the bedroom, you go towards it, seeing peter completely drenched from the rain. "sorry for the mess, darling" his deep voice like a melody to your ears, even though you literally lived on the same house it still made you flustered. "I'll only accept your sorry if you don't catch a cold, handsome" as you adressed him, he took of his mask, hair disheveled and Impossibly fluffy. you could see the slight blush from your praise, he placed his round glasses on the bridge of his nose and took off his coat and throwing it and his suit on the empty laundry basket.

"can you help me get warm then?" he suggested, dressing some cozy clothes. you giggle, the domestic moment making your heart all warm. "only 'cause you asked so nicely". you hug him from behind but he is fast to turn and hug you back. "bed or couch?" he asks, chin pressed on the top of your head "couch".

you bring a blanket but peter was doing most of the job by lying on top of you, head resting on your chest and arms holding your middle. you two spend a brief time watching whatever romcom on tv until you feel him tense above you.

"what's wrong?" you ask, hand caressing his hair, the scene on the screen was a marriage proposal and you almost instantly made the connection. he didn't reply, so you instigate him. "do you want to marry someday?" at this point you didn't give a shit to the romcom, you only had eyes for peter.

"maybe... do you?" he looks up at you, sounding a bit worried. you could swear he right now was the most beautiful view you've ever seen. "maybe..." you said, looking away with a soft smile on your lips.

you feel him shifting and getting closer to your face, showering your jaw and neck with little kisses, making you giggle. "if i get to call you my husband you will do this every day?" you ask half playfully, holding his face with both your hands for him to look at you.

"more than once a day, doll, i swear" he smiles to you, hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "fair enough" you nod, pulling foward his face for a kiss on his lips. "I'm looking foward to being proposed" you tease him, and he starts to get up to do exactly it. "no- no peter, not now" you laugh and stop him, making him lay on top of you again.

[latenighttalkinqwp]

can you write a morgan cheli x masc!oc

clothes swap with morgan!

based off of this tiktok trend!

“baby!” morgan yelled, jumping off the couch and running into your shared bedroom. you smiled up at her, raising an eyebrow whenever you seen the smirk on her face. “what are you about to ask me to do?” you asked, arms going around her waist whenever she sat on your lap. “so..have you seen those tiktoks where they swap outfits and they have to guess who’s is who’s?” morgan giggled, holding up her phone to show you another couple who did it. “bro, you could not pay me enough to do that. maybe whenever you have your practice clothes on-”

“okay, so your just gonna stand there- don’t look so uncomfortable!” morgan couldn’t stop giggling. “babe. i’m in flare leggings and a baby-tee. i’m trying my hardest to not cry.” you laughed, looking morgan up and down. she currently had on your insanely baggy cargo pants, and a random hoodie you guys had thrifted together. “hang on- you forgot my keys on the belt loop.” you smirked, attaching your carabiner to the belt loop. she rolled her eyes, starting the countdown on the video. “babe what am i supposed to do..” you muttered, looking at her as she began to pose like how you would. “just do something you think i would do.” she smiled up at you, laughing whenever you put your leg up to the side and threw up a peace sign. “okay, are we done yet?” your shoulders slumped, and you leaned over her shoulder to watch the video.

“wait- do you think we could do it one more time? i made a weird face.”

“morgan.”

“oopsie!”

- thank you so much for reading all the way through! reblogs are appreciated 🤍 click here to see my masterlist!

- so sorry for the delay on this request angel, i have been so busy!

[whoopsyeahokay]

Boy Noise

summary: prompt fill. Wally's waited a whole week for you to notice he still exists and he's going crazy. finally, he manages to get your attention and you dote on your sweet boy the way he's been so desperate for you to. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x masc!reader

warnings: smut. flashfic. sub!Wally Clark. brat. flirting for attention. blow jobs. Wally Clark has undisclosed mommy issues. dead dove.

bon reading, frens

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Boy Noise

He doesn't know why he does it.

Lie.

He does it because he's fucking desperate and you're over there watching with a simmering grin and sharp eyes, acting like Wally isn't going out of his fucking. mind. because you haven't touched him in a week.

And yeah, okay, it's no one's fault. You were stuck in practice after practice for soccer and Wally has that Art project he needs to finish, and schedules got too full too fast, but, come on, please. He hasn't been able to touch himself, his hand not good enough when he knows what the real thing feels like, and you're just smiling. Giving him that sedate up-and-down stare, licking your lips like he's a piece of meat you want to devour and, still, you just sit there, sprawled on Simon's couch, taking up more room than your frame should allow and not doing anything.

So, he flirts with Chloe, watching you watch him, hoping to instigate some kind of response. It wouldn't matter if you didn't look so good. Sleeves rolled up to accentuate your forearms, shirt tucked in, slim waist to round hips on display. A deity in painted-on black jeans and Wally's gold chain.

He hates you.

No he doesn't.

He wants you.

Now. Yesterday. Tomorrow. A week ago. Jesus, please. Do something!

Fuck, he's aching for it. Can feel his cock harden for every feline look you pin him with.

It's Maddie's birthday, he knows that's why you haven't made a move yet. You want to be present—told Wally to be present, to enjoy the celebration and it'll be worth it, sweet boy, I promise. But he's about a hair's breadth away from total atomic failure and can't get the memory of your hands on his body out of his mind for more than a second.

He tried so hard to be good. He really, really did. Sat on his hands and pretended everything was hunky dory until you showed up dressed like that, sauntered in like you owned the room, and gave him such a hot stare, Wally's blood is still on fire. And now most of it is in his cock as he sees you dancing to that song you blast in Wally's car, body moving like water; hips swaying, ass perfect.

Wally doesn't hate you, but you must hate him. He abandons Chloe without so much as a nice to see you, slinks into your space—where he belongs—and glides his hands down from your waist to your hips. You're not the only one dancing; everyone else (especially from Claire's adopted squad goals) is making a dancefloor out of the living room, the lights dim and the atmosphere high.

No one else is making this song their bitch, though. No one else is torturing Wally with their ass against his crotch and their nails grazing his neck. No one else is making him fucking wait for something he needs more than air, water, life itself. Please, please, do something!

Finally, you take pity on him, his hand in yours as you lead him to a bedroom upstairs and farthest away from the party. A guest room, Wally hopes, but a quick scan tells him it's Simon's room. You place your drink on Simon's desk and shove Wally down so he's sitting on the bed. Kick his legs apart and step between them, a sultry grin on your face.

Wally whimpers, his heart beating triple-time, head spinning already, yes. He leans back and props himself on his elbows, just watching you, licking his lips in anticipation. His eyes fall to half-mast as you bend over him, hands on either side of his hips, lips so close he can taste the Vanilla Coke on your breath. Your eyes bore into his, heavy and dark and full of promise, and you trail your fingers so lightly from his chest to the front of his tented jeans.

"Is this where you need me to touch you, baby?" You purr, holding his gaze. He nods, a little choked sound escaping as he rocks his hips up in a bid for friction you refuse to give him. "Think you can be quiet?"

Uhm, "Yeah," sure, Wally can try. But you can't blame him if he can't. It's been a week since he's been inside you. A week since he's felt your body on his, skin to skin, slick with sweat and spit and come.

"You want to taste me, baby? Or do you want me to take care of you first?"

Oh, such a tempting offer, and Wally suddenly doesn't know what he wants more. Needs more. He loves it when you fuck his face. Loves how you force him to give you what you need, using him until you scream in ecstasy. On the other hand, his dick's so hard he's sure one more soft touch will undo him, and he'd rather come in your mouth than in his jeans.

He swallows, pleading, "Can you suck me off?" Your grin turns sharp, and he adds, "I'll do whatever you want after, I promise, just please, I need it so bad. I need you to help me, please." He's babbling, begging, hand on your jaw and then sliding over your chest to your back then your ass. "I'm so hard, I can't think, p l e a s e." Wally hitches his hips up to emphasize the point.

"Whatever my boy wants," You soothe, making quick work of his fly and pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles as you sink to your knees.

He barely has a chance to react, mewling like a fucking slut when you get your mouth on him. He falls back, arm over his eyes, opposite hand on the back of your head, forcing his hips to stay still as you work him into your throat.

"Oh god, oh fuck, yes, ungh, thank you, thank you—" And you tap his hip, a signal that he can move as much as he needs to which he takes for the permission it is. He humps your face, fucks into your mouth in little motions, panting and whining and showering you with gratitude. You're so good to him, taking care of him like this, he has to tell you, "thank you!"

He comes with a spasm and a high, needy whine, back arching off the bed and his eyes rolling back. Fuck. Stars collide and angels sing and it feels like the first time he's ever experienced true pleasure although you and he have done this and so much more. He's just blissed the fuck out, melting into the mattress, blind eyes on the ceiling as he comes down.

Not that he can revel in the afterglow. He hears you peel out of your sin-tight jeans, feels and sees your underwear land on his face. Wally chuckles, delighted, and reaches for you, eager to show you exactly how grateful he is for you. He uses lips and tongue and careful brushstrokes of teeth to make you see God, and then asks in a breathy voice if he can do it again, "Just one more?" as if he's asking for another piece of Maddie's birthday cake.

And, Jesus, thank you, you oblige with a wicked smirk, eyes heavy, smoldering, yet razor-edged. This time he rolls you over and fits his shoulders between your thighs, uses his fingers in time with his mouth, moaning wantonly as he tastes you again. He loves this more than you'll ever know. But you stop him when he wraps a hand around himself, tries to use spit for lube, and insist, "Not so fast, baby," your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Wally whimpers, pouts, and then brightens when you flip him onto his back, sweetness hovering over his lips as you fold over him and take his cock in your mouth again.

An hour later, he's curled around you, his head on your chest, dozing and unaware. He thinks he hears Simon shriek and both feels and hears your cackle, but he could be dreaming. Shit, he hopes he's dreaming.

Whatever. Wally's too sated and happy to care. He knows you'll make everything better before Simon can banish Wally from all future gatherings or activities or the friend group altogether.

Because that's what you do. You make Wally's whole world better.

fin.

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the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it. (Janet and Wally are dating to increase their social value. meanwhile, Wally wants to get closer to her step-sister. you.)

[takami-takami]

Keigo thinks he's never seen a prettier boy in all his sorry life.

Something about that sleepy spark in your eyes, the air you carry with the clink of your heel against each step— it could bring a man far stronger than him to his knees. Keigo becomes ever so acquainted with the sight of your back as he chases after you, a lovelorn soul helpless to the wiles of a boy and the taste of their lips.

A longing nestled in the deepest pits of his chest calls him to protect you. He couldn't explain how he knows, should you ask him.

He just feels it.

You could be his prince if you'd grace him with the chance to be your knight in shining armor.

And like the loyal knight he is, Keigo follows your invitation to your chambers as if bogged under a spell. As you lounge on the edge of your bed, he kneels. His lips ghost along your knees when he unlaces your boots, preening into the fingertips that thread through his hair and scratch his scalp. The crackles of fire in his eyes only fall dim in the moments his lashes flutter shut.

You play him like a harp of sorts: plucking him reverently, wholly unaware of the way your presence rivals an angel's to him— your body might as well be golden wheels, covered in eyes and rotating in cloaks of fire.

Your voice, too. It's enough to send jolts of electricity to his core, pangs of need from an unmistakably potent lust.

"Are you sure you want—"

"Yes," he breathes out with whatever is left in his lungs. Another kiss, trailing up your thigh. "God damn it, please let me make you feel good. Let me make you sing, just for me."

Keigo is not a man above begging. When he has his eyes set on what he wants, his heart follows quickly in suit; and there is no shame in that heart tonight, no hesitancy to breathe exactly what's on his mind into the open air as long as there is a sliver of a chance you could inhale it into your lungs.

"Do it," you mutter. Keigo's wings audibly flap with excitement, feathers trembling soon after. "I want you—"

You hardly finish your sentance before he crawls above you, caging you beneath him and crashing his lips against yours as you grant him permission to indulge in the finest delicacy to ever grace his tongue.

His head dips down between rolling shoulderblades, breathing sigh after sigh into you as you flick open the buttons lining his thin, cotton white shirt.

It's not often you find Keigo wordless— his mouth tends to run in bed, tends to entice you open with sweet nothings. He can't help that he's chatty; but all those words fall silent on days you reunite after an aching absence, after missions keep him away to protect you from a distance from the dangers of the world.

"Sweet boy," you murmur against him. "Feeling soft today, huh?"

"Mhmm," he all but moans, the little nod dusting tufts of hair over his eyes. "Missed you. So, so much." He punctuates each word with kisses, greedy and latched onto you at the lips.

You laugh as you pull away, getting up to his displeased hum; but oh, that pout is quickly soothed once he sees what you're doing.

Digging through the mahogany drawer by your beside, careful not to knock over the candle that illuminates your room, you fetch a vial of oil and dangle it for him to see.

"Catch."

Like a puppy fetching a treat, Keigo's fist expertly plucks the vial from the air.

He couldn't hold himself back from pouncing if he tried.

[soapcloth]

Speaking of explicitly stated masc!reader… I’ve been so in love with the thought of strangers!soap and reader on a night out trying to have a go at the same guy pissing both of them off—Both you and him being showboating tough-guy fests held back by your respective friend groups.

Having to put all that pent up energy somewhere :/ (mashing their mouths together like two dogs fighting)

[yskluvr39]

yusuke kitagawa/male!reader !!

— ## second person pov

masc!reader (7)

anon asks: yusuke kitagawa x male reader plz 🙏🏾

A/N: These ending up skewing a bit too gender neutral for my taste, but these were written first and foremost with a male reader in mind. Personally, I dont think Yusuke cares too much for gender when it comes to romance—when he cares about romance at all.

Yusuke somehow manages to strike a balance between obvious and frustratingly vague. Sometimes he's upfront and forward about his feelings for you and other times he says things that make you question everything you thought you knew.

Yusuke remains loyal to his art; if you don't like art, consider yourself thoroughly rejected. He doesn't need you to fully understand it, but you have to at least be able to derive some meaning from it.

He really loves asking you to model for him. He refuses to ask you to nude model for him if you aren't in a relationship yet. Yusuke had no qualms about asking Ann because that was for the sake of art and art alone. You, on the other hand, are a different story. When he formally starts courting you, then, maybe, he'll ask.

Yusuke confesses the only way he knows how: art. He dedicates a painting to you, and, with somehow too much and absolutely no fanfare, asks you out. The painting is definitely a lot, but he asks it so casually while you inspect the it that you might mistake his words as commentary on the art piece.

Yusuke does have a favorite date spot—and it's not an art museum or gallery. While he does like taking you to art galleries, but he see the place as more casual than romantic, since the conversation always revolves around the art. His absolute favorite date spot is the boat rides at Inokashira Park: when there is nothing but the tranquility of the water and you.

If you're a Phantom Thief, Yusuke loves watching you fight. You constantly see him framing you with his hands. If you ever ask him what he's doing, he'll simply smile and say: "Ah, I was just thinking about what a beautiful painting this would make," completely casually.

Yusuke really only has two things on his mind at all times: art and you. He hopes to, one day, create a painting of you that can effect people just like how the Sayuri affected him; to capture your eyes, your face, your body—your beauty—just right so that the world might understand exactly how he views you.

[huntfeld]

Between Shadows and Silent Hills

Pairing: Angela Orosco x Fem!Reader

Summary: In Silent Hill, Reader sees terrifying creatures that Angela can’t. Despite Angela’s confusion, they form a quiet bond, facing the town’s darkness together and promising to protect each other.

@fallenvervain hope you like it. enjoy! :)

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Silent Hill lay before you, its streets shrouded in thick fog and a silence that felt somehow too loud. Each footfall was swallowed by the mist, yet every shadow seemed to pulse with life. You'd been in tough spots before — your muscles were a testament to the years spent honing yourself, fighting your way through hardships you’d rather forget. But Silent Hill was different. Here, the fight felt personal, like the town itself was watching, waiting for a reason to tear you apart.

Beside you, Angela clung to herself, arms wrapped tightly around her thin frame. You could see the lines of worry and pain etched deep into her face, but when you looked into her eyes, it was like looking into a mirror that reflected not just fear, but something broken. She’d been through her own battles, battles you couldn’t see but could feel in the way she kept her shoulders hunched, gaze darting to shadows that seemed to bleed out of her mind more than the mist.

Your guard was up, senses hyper-attuned, when you spotted the first one — a figure crawling low to the ground, all limbs and jagged movements, its skin a twisted lattice of wounds. Without hesitating, you raised your weapon and fired. The sound tore through the fog.

Angela flinched, her head whipping around to you, eyes wide with confusion and fear. “What—what are you shooting at?” she asked, her voice trembling as she backed up, wary.

You kept your eyes locked on the creature, but it was gone, like it had melted back into the mist. “There was something there. It came out of the alley.” You pointed to the place it had been, flexing your fingers as you lowered your gun. The lingering adrenaline made you tense, like you could face ten more of those things if you had to.

Angela just shook her head slowly. “I didn’t… I don’t see anything,” she whispered, brows furrowed as if you were suddenly more frightening than the fog around her. "Are you seeing something different?"

“Maybe.” You glanced down at your hands, the strong, scarred hands that had pulled you through plenty of dark places, but this felt different. “Silent Hill — I’ve heard it shows people things. Personal things. The monsters, the… the nightmares. They’re different for everyone.”

Angela’s gaze dropped, her arms tightening around herself as she looked away. “Then… what are you seeing?” She sounded small, vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache. She clearly had her own ghosts, ones she might not be ready to face. But still, she didn’t walk away, even as you tried to put words to the horrors you were seeing.

You swallowed, lowering your voice. “It’s hard to explain. They’re like… people, but broken. Twisted bodies. Faces, sometimes. Ones I know.” You hesitated, wondering how much you should say. “It’s like something wants me to remember. Or to pay for something.”

Angela nodded, her eyes dark and shadowed as if she understood all too well. Her fingers dug into her arms, nails pressed hard enough to leave marks. “I think… this town, it pulls things out of people. Things we try to forget.” She glanced up at you, her gaze both hesitant and probing. “Why are you… I mean, what’s keeping you here?”

The question caught you off-guard, but you shrugged, the tension making your muscles flex instinctively, like your body was primed for another fight. “I came here for someone. Someone I lost a long time ago.” Your eyes softened as you looked at her, and you almost let down your guard before you felt something lurch out of the shadows again.

This time, it was a grotesque figure, thin and tall with arms stretching down to the ground, the fingers like clawed, skeletal branches reaching out for you. It was wearing an expression, almost mocking in its familiarity — it looked like someone you’d failed before. Heart pounding, you took aim and shot twice, the figure reeling back before dissipating into the mist.

Angela gasped, taking a step back, her hand going up to her mouth. She blinked, looking at you as if waiting for an explanation.

You let out a shaky breath, lowering the gun. “I told you,” you said, voice a bit quieter now. “I’m seeing things. My things.”

Angela looked at you for a long time, the fog swirling around you both as she took in your tense stance, the fierce set of your jaw, the strength of your body — like you were made to face these monsters head-on. “I can’t… I can’t see them,” she whispered, almost apologetic. “But maybe that’s a good thing.”

You stepped closer to her, letting your broad shoulders block some of the fog around her. “Maybe. But if they’re not coming after you, I’ll make sure they don’t get to you. You don’t have to see them to know they’re here.”

For a moment, Angela’s hand reached out, hovering near your arm before she finally placed it there, her fingers brushing over the solid muscle, grounding herself. She seemed comforted by the strength you carried, as if she knew that it could keep the shadows at bay.

“I don’t know why you’re helping me,” she murmured. Her eyes were full of memories, each one a wound that hadn’t healed, and in her gaze, you saw a hint of admiration, of wonder at how you could face the things she couldn’t see. But maybe, to her, your presence was a reminder that she didn’t have to face them alone.

You gave her a small, reassuring smile, even as you kept an eye on the darkness around you. “Because no one should have to go through this alone.” And in that moment, despite the horrors that lurked beyond your vision, you both found a quiet understanding — a promise to keep each other from being swallowed whole by the shadows that lingered in Silent Hill.

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[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 28: Mountain Oni

Find the rest of the anthology here!

CWs: Masc!Reader; Femdom; foot fetish; face sitting; cockwarming;

Sorry to the anon who requested this one! Tumblr suppressed it so I've had to reup and it won't be in the same format as the rest of the requests!

Don't forget! You can send an ask or a dm to request a story! It can be as non-existent as anon here, or as detailed as one of the requests from episodes 25-27. If you send it, it'll probably get written! Hell, tomorrow's episode is a part 2 to an episode I wasn't expecting to return to, because one anon loved it so much

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The weather had turned. What was meant to be a pleasant hike had turned into a mountainside blizzard in a matter of minutes with no warning. Your boots are somehow still gripping to the snow-covered path as you struggle down the trail. You spot an alcove ahead of you, sheltered from the icy wind and driving snow.

You duck inside, this isn't an alcove, it's a proper cave. You fish your torch out of your backpack, never hurts to come prepared as they say, and go a few meters in. The air is still cold here, but nowhere near as bad. You can feel your face defrosting as you pull out a camp stove and a paraffin can. Securing a tarp over the cave mouth to keep the wind out and the heat in, you light the stove and sit down. Provided you don't wind up totally snowed in the rescue teams will be able to find you when the storm passes, you made sure people knew you were climbing this trail today and you have a couple of road flares with you, just in case.

You set your dinner on the stove, a can of beans, and wind up your lamp, settling in for the evening bundled in your coat. The food is predictably not great. You were hoping to reach the halfway point where you know of a hostel normally frequented by more serious climbers before they attempt the summit. The plan was to eat there then come back, reaching the foot of the mountain, and your car, by nightfall. That plan was thoroughly scuppered when the clouds rolled in, never mind the sudden whiteout that followed them. On reflection, September was the wrong time to try this, but you just had to wait until the quiet season.

Movement. In the corner of your vision, coming from the tarp. You moved the rocks holding it down and pulled a corner up. If it's a raccoon then you can deal with that, you're not risking leaving someone out in this weather. Plus some conversation would make it a little easier to pass the time.

A woman stepped in. Terribly dressed for the weather. A purple silk kimono and a paper umbrella, she was even wearing geta, her bare feet visible on top and the wooden pegs clopping on the stone floor as she stepped in with the grace of a gymnast. You stared at her as she stepped past you, seemingly oblivious to your presence. She regarded the camping stove, her back facing you.

"You intend to stay the night."

That wasn't a question, or at least she didn't sound like it was

"Yes, the weather's too bad to make the bottom in time"

She looked at the mouth of the cave, and you saw her face. She's bright red, like the most severe sunburn you've ever seen, but what surprises you more are the slender horns sprouting from her head. Long and straight, they start the same vibrant red as her face, gradually turning a deeper purplish shade as they pass through her pin-straight raven hair.

Her face lifts into a smirk and she looks at you for the first time since walking in here "So, you thought you'd come into my home without asking?"

You'd heard of strange creatures living in these mountains. Normally they're described as monsters; huge hulking beasts that would swallow you whole if you weren't polite. Probably not worth mouthing off to this woman, best case scenario you'll still have to spend the night in here together.

"I thought it was vacant when I came in" You offer a small bow, can't hurt, right?

She's beside you now, covering the few meters in a single step "Well, I can't exactly turn you away. You can stay here if you want, but you need to do something for me"

"What do you want? I've got some crackers in my bag if you like"

Her laughter fills the cave "If I wanted a meal, I have a tasty human freshly arrived in my larder. No, I think you'll rather enjoy what I want"

With a breath, you're on the ground. She's standing over you. One wooden sandal presses your sternum, flattening you and pinning you in place. Her foot slips free and dangles in front of your face "Kiss it, dog"

You look up at her, and get a light kick to the jaw in return "who said you could look at me? Lick my feet" You did as you were told, kissing her toes one by one and licking the sole of her foot as she forced it into your face.

"Oh? What's this" Her foot shot away from your face and pressed down on your growing bulge "A woman pins you down, steps on you, and you get hard? Pervert" More giggles as she rubs the shape of your cock up and down in your pants. She started working at your waistband with her toes, pulling down your pants, exposing your cock to the freezing air. You gasp at the cold hitting your semi hard shaft, only fuelling her laughter

"Aww, not used to the weather are you? Maybe I should help warm you up" She steps over you, positioning her bare feet either side of your head, ankles holding your face upright. You can see straight up her kimono, she's not wearing anything underneath. You can see her skin is the same shade of red all the way up her smooth legs, getting a little darker around her pussy

She squats down over you, pressing her cunt against your mouth and nose "eat, and you get to breathe"

You don't need to be told twice. You start licking her clit and pussy, tasting the warm, sweet juices coming from it. You feel a soft hand stroke your cock, gripping just enough to pull back your foreskin before releasing it. You lick faster, pushing your tongue up into her as she grinds her hips on your face, making sure to get herself off while she toys with you.

You can feel her start to orgasm above you, her rubbing becoming more insistent and her breathing speeding up. She grabs your cock properly and starts jerking it, the other hand on your chest to prop her up as she starts moaning and pulsing against your face. Sticky-sweet girlcum coats your face as she rides you harder, already sounding halfway to her next. You're not far behind either, you can feel wetness seeping out of the end of your cock. The hand on your cock moves away "You taste good, human, but I'm not done with you yet"

You feel her cum again, her body shaking and pressing down harder on you, stopping you breathing. Your twitching cock still wet and hard in the cold, the feeling of closeness in your balls gradually subsiding without her rubbing your cock.

"Don't you dare stop, dog" she warns you as she leans forwards. You feel a long, coiling tongue on your cock, gently licking up the length of it as you kept your mouth against her cunt. You can feel your balls tightening again as she tapers off licking you, keeping you leaking and on-edge as she draws to another shaking orgasm on top of you. She rolls her hips, rubbing her clit on you before standing back up, planting another foot on you to keep you on the floor "Have you been a good guest?" She asks, every word mocking you

"Yes" you gasp, desperate for release

"Does the dog want a reward?" She turns to face you, digging in her heel as she spins on it, driving the breath from you

"Yes~" you moan, looking up at her face as she stands over you

"Beg"

You beg. Pleading and grovelling before the woman stood on your chest as her smile grows and she squats on top of you again, opening her kimono and exposing her naked body to you, her small tits and tight waist now visible to you as your hands explore the skin of her torso. She rubs herself on your cock, spreading her juices on it before slipping it inside. Her pussy was soft inside and still pulsing from her earlier orgasms

"I'll make you a bet, if I cum first, you get to leave here alive" her teeth flashing in the lamplight "If you cum first, I eat you"

She isn't going easy on you. Riding you hard, reaching behind her to grab your balls with her hand. You gasp and thrust into her, already an inch away trying desperately not to cum before her. You grip her slim waist with one hand and thumb her clit with the other. You feel her clench against you and thrust up harder, fucking in time with her rocking on you and making her screw her eyes shut, moaning and gasping with every motion.

You feel her cum on top of you, crying out as she does. You let yourself go, pumping your load into her as she holds your hands to her clit and her breasts before lying down on you and hugging you "I'm glad I don't have to eat you. You're comfy"

You lie there, heart pounding, cock softening in her cunt as you feel your fluids start to drip out onto your clothes, and hear her start to snore softly.

You wake up. The cave is dark, and silent. You are alone.

You shift the tarp from the cave entrance. There's still snow on the ground, but the alcove is sheltered, so you're not buried in here.

The powder is smooth, undisturbed, but for the imprints of those wooden-soled sandals. You write your name, and your address on a scrap of paper, and tuck it under your lamp, leaving it behind as you go.

Perhaps she might drop by and be your guest next time

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A/N: The prompt was a bit vague, so I hope I did it justice, and I left this open for a part 2 should the mood take me! Tomorrow's episode is a followup on a previous story never intended to have a part 2, but it got one anon so entranced they asked me to write it. Let's see if I can keep it hot and not horrific, though having said that I've seen what you people like.

Remember, if you like something and want me to write about it, be it a scenario, a fetish, whatever, send me a DM or an ask and it'll probably get written!

[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Very Bisexual Revelation (Supernatural One-Shot)

Dean Winchester x (cis) Masc!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Dean Winchester's never had trouble with the ladies, but this is brand new territory for him.

Fic type: fluff, super super smut-lite

A/N: this fic is inspired a lil by Welcome To Being a Girl by @negans-lucille-tblr - that fic did something to me for real it is so so so GOOD! Everyone should read it for sure

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Dean had always been confident with the ladies. Never had a problem getting them from the lockers to his and Sam’s motel room for that week, or from the bar to the backseat of the Impala. He’d never really been that worried about his sexuality because women saw his green eyes and charming smile and practically threw themselves at him.

But that wasn’t to say that he’d never been unappreciative of the male form either. No, he distinctly remembered looking a little too long at Kev Prentiss’ abs in high school, or thinking that John King’s hands were that pretty kind of veiny that girls kind of liked- and he liked it too, but he didn’t throw himself at men, and men didn’t throw themselves at him either.

Not to mention if Dean had stopped to think about his sexuality properly for more than twenty seconds he’d be fucking terrified of his father's reaction. So, he just went about his business, elbow-deep in pussy whenever he wanted. Honestly, knowing that he could go out and bed a happily consenting woman any time he wanted meant that he didn't really think about men all that much anyway.

And then he'd met you. Very manly, very masculine. Very obviously a guy with a guys', you know, equipment. The two of you had met on a hunt way back when and been each other's unofficial back-up rock ever since when either of you needed a hand.

You didn't see each other that often. Once a year if you were lucky (or unlucky- depending on how you looked at it). Twice if you were both hunting near each other and wanted a catch-up.

It had all started as an innocent friendship, but you weren't shy about your sexuality and interest in men (among other things sometimes) and it made Dean wonder. Particularly when he was drunk late at night crashing in a hotel while you snored in the bed next to his own, hand draped over the covers and so close to his own that if Dean really wanted to- he could reach out and touch you.

With every meeting, Dean wondered. At first, just about how you managed to make hunting look so good. It was no wonder monsters, women and other men threw themselves at you when you chucked a wink their way. Then, it was how gracefully you held a rifle, or swung an axe, or decapitated a nasty vampire.

Then it was how he liked the brush of his fingers over your stubble when you both roughed each other up playfully or the feel of your warm skin under his hands as he stitched you up, muscles tensing under the pinch and pull of his needle.

And finally, he realised, well- son of a fucking bitch, he was into you. Not, like, into the way you dressed or into the way you hunted. It finally clicked one Wednesday night after hearing your half-asleep voice on the phone ranting away about a hunt nearby that he was into you in a very I'd-like-to-get-handsy-with-you bisexual kind of way. It was a startling revolution for him, and, of course, he'd been with Sam and just blurted out the sentence- "son of a bitch- I wanna fuck him, don't I?" To which Sam had snorted half his beer down his front, slapped Dean in a comfortingly condescending way on the shoulder as if this wasn't news to him and left to find himself a clean shirt and give Dean some space to wrap that new little factoid around his brain.

It was another two months before Dean saw you again. You'd called him for backup while hunting a Wendigo in the forest a little ways from where Dean had been similarly hunting a good old-fashioned ghost. Six hours, a dead wendigo and eight beers in, Dean was finally tipsy enough to do it.

"So," he said, twirling his beer on the table. Watching the base of the glass tread condensation over the warping wood of the surface, Dean hesitated to make eye contact with you. "What's it like, huh? Being... with another dude."

Beer choked its way down your windpipe. You wiped your mouth and punted your chest a couple times to clear your throat. You told him it was good, no different from being with women, really, aside from the difference in anatomy and feel of it all.

Dean hadn't mentioned it after that. You'd both downed a couple more beers and stumbled back toward the motel room. You'd stumbled with the key for a moment, probably scratching up the lock a little more. Once you'd both stumbled through and Dean had discarded his coat over the back of the mysteriously stained chair by the rickety desk. Rubbing over his stubble, Dean decided he was not going to staying in anything less than a three-star joint from here on out.

"Can I, uh- can I try somethin'?" Dean asked awkwardly, and before you even had the agreement completely off your tongue, his lips were on yours. You jerked in surprise, having not expected this in the slightest, and then he was gone a second later, turned away from you and you could tell- ready to bolt for the door.

"Sorry, fuck-" Dean said, already reaching for his coat and taking a step for the door. You stopped him, had him turn around and face you.

"Do not apologise," you said forcefully, trying to get the words through the haze of panic you could see taking hold of his features. You brushed a hand over his cheek and encouraged him to make eye contact. "Wanna tell me what that was about, stud? Not that I'm complaining."

"Stud, heh," Dean chuckled nervously at the nickname you'd had for him for years now- noting the new more sultry tone the affectionate nickname had taken. "Listen, I- you know me. No bad luck with the ladies, but I've never, uh- you know."

You arched your brow, waiting for him to finish the sentence. It became pretty clear pretty quick that he was going to continue stumbling over his words unless you put him out of his misery.

"Kissed a dude?" You supplied. Dean's mouth opened and closed a few times, a very fine dusting of pink appearing on his cheeks before he nodded, averting his eyes. You eyed him carefully before adding- "Hmm. I know it was pretty short-lived, but- what did you think?"

"I mean- it was good. Yeah, great. No, good- good stuff," he sort of answered, that fine dusting growing just a shade darker.

"Dean, darling," you said, voice dropping an octave in your very best attempt at flirting. "Do you want to do it again? Hmm? Do you want to kiss me, pretty boy?"

Dean's breath hitched, his perpetually creased brows smoothing out in shock. Oh, he's been flirted with, sure. But not like this. Once you realised this, it was as if you'd been struck down with divine motivation. You stepped towards him, crowding him with your very masculine and very intentional energy.

"Yes," Dean whispered, plush lips parting to let bated breath through. "God, yes."

That was all you needed to hear, your hand twisting around to hold the back of his neck and bring him closer. He put up no fight as you pressed your lips to his, nibbling at the soft skin. If you didn't know better, it almost sounded like Dean whimpered in response to it before he kissed back, surging forward.

You stepped back, allowing him to crowd you against the end of the bed. Your ass hit the mattress and Dean was crawling on top of you faster than you could blink, fingers trailing over your tee and following the curve of your body up and over your chest, up your neck to cup at your jaw.

It was your turn now to be speechless, hands curling around Dean's hips and giving a soft squeeze. Dean grunted into your mouth, barely breaking away long enough to take a breath before he was back on you.

Dean kissed you like his life depended on it. Years of repressed sexuality all coming out in one kiss. You didn't mind that he'd taken control. In fact, you'd kind of expected it. Dean didn't like to take anything lying down. Especially not something he was nervous about. This was a whole new world for him. It made sense he'd want to keep control over that.

His lips moved over yours, nipping at your own and trailing over your cheeks, neck and back up to your mouth once again. He licked at your lip, requesting access which you granted greedily, tongue playing with his. Dean moaned into your mouth, hips rolling over your own.

You pulled away to catch your breath and Dean leaned above you with a smile that mixed cockiness and vulnerability in such a way that you'd never seen it before, but you wanted to see it again. God, you'd love to see Dean fucked out and boneless. You wanted to really see him let go.

"Been wanting to kiss you for a long time, stud," you said, squeezing Dean's hips. The man in question, puffy-lipped and red-cheeked, chuckled.

"Yeah, me too, handsome," he said, voice low with desire. Then, he added, more to himself than you, "shit- maybe I am gayer than I thought... Huh... who knew?"

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your sub!wally fic was SO GOOD god i love him he’s so pathetic he’s the puppyboyfriend of all time

eeeeeee! thank you so much, Nonny 🥹 that means so much to me 🫶 Wally is particularly delectable when he's being a whiny little slut for attention 😏 gotta love 'im.

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Tell Me I’m Dreamin’

Part 3

Farmer!Reader xWrangler!Ellie xCowboy!Abby

Part Two| Series Masterlist

18+ Series

Summary: You're the new farmer in town with a big heart and an even bigger love for two women. What happens when these two women apparently hate each other? Part 3 of the series follows the three of you after the big Spring Fling.

AN: hello im back writting! took a bit of time off for myself to relax. this chapter is a bit short but i promise you will be fed with some goodies in the future! thanks for reading <3

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The warm spring air blows softly on your face, slowly awakening you from previous slumber. To say last night was something out of your dreams would be a heavy understatement. Your memory gets mucky as the events try to unfold like a movie in your mind. Your eyes closed, you feel the limbs wrap around your body tighten. Confusion causes you to look down at your body. Two very strong and familiar bodies shift as the mid-morning glow brightens as the sun rises. A grunt is heard from above your head. Your eyes shift up to lock with two very beautiful blue ones. Abby’s hair tied up in a lazy bun at the apex of her head perfectly frames her strong jaw, enhancing her beautiful features even more. Your eyes trail down to her neck, noticing that she was only in her sports bra. You flush, realizing your eyes were staring more noticeable than you may have liked.

“Good mornin’, darlin.” Abby rasps with her morning voice. A bright smile adorns your face as you move to snuggled deeper into her bicep. You let out a groan as your apparent hangover makes way to your frontal lobe. Abby chuckles at your state and brings a kiss to your forehead.

“Hmm, mornin’ Abs…why did you let me drink so much!” You playfully whine knowing that you fully did this to yourself. Abby rolled her eyes and squeezed your hip.

“Ya know, Ellie n I tried telling you to stop.” With the mention of her name, Ellie came through your bedroom door with a bag and a carrying cup with three drinks securely placed onto the cardboard.

“Yeah, babe, you kinda did this to yourself, ya lucky that we were there for ya’.” Ellie flashes her signature smirk as she flicks off her boots at the entrance of your bedroom door. You prefer when guests leave their shoes at the entrance to your apartment, but Ellie of course never remembers…or just doesn’t listen. You’d scold her if your brain didn't feel like it was forcing its way through your skull. You just groan again and shove your head deeper (if possible) into Abby’s arm. Her free hand rubs you on your back soothingly as you practically purr in her presence.

“At least I didn’t black out, that is all that matters!” You playfully throw a fist into the air. The chuckles heard from the other girls made you smile into Abby.

“C’mon you two, got breakfast. Even got some meds for that nasty hangover.” Ellie sits at the side of the bed closest to you. Her hand grazes Abby’s firm one on your back as the two of them caress you. Unknown to you, Abby and Ellie are sharing what could be seen as loving eye contact. They snap out of their haze when the gurgling sound of your stomach is heard, practically reverberating off your bedroom walls.

Embarrassment radiates through your body. Chuckles from the two women fill the room as you push your face into the bed with a groan.

“Oh I know, babe.” Ellie laughs. Her calloused hands squeeze your hips in encouragement. You begrudgingly slid your body off of the warmth of the blonde. Her palms slide up and down the length of your body while your hips rest on top of hers.

“Let’s go darlin’.” Abby taps your bum lovingly to signal you to get up.

The pair of you follow Ellie back to your living room to eat the breakfast she picked up for you three. Seeing Ellie all domestic in your kitchen as she collects the proper utensils for your meal made your stomach flutter. Being able to see the slivers of Ellie she held close to her, locked up close to her heart, felt like a privilege. Sharing these moments with Abby felt like a fever dream. You never thought that they were capable of being in the same room together. This made you wonder deeply. Your thoughts went back to the previous night at the event. The longing stares and intensity between the two. Your thighs squeeze together at the memory of the two of the two of them grinding into you. Whispers in your ear filled with dirty words and strong palms wandering, squeezing, & prodding your damp skin. The overlapping hands of Abby and Ellie made your skin hot. Fuck, what happened to them before you lived here?

You made your way to the couch in between the two women, skin feeling warm at your thoughts. The women spread their thighs wide, your head spins at the smell of the two of them. Abby hands you your plate, filled with your favorite breakfast foods from your favorite diner in town. A bright smile lights up your face.

“My favorite, thank you Els!” You place a kiss to her cheek. Her face visibly reddens as she tries her hardest to not show.

“No problem, hon.” She winks and rests her hand on the apex of your thigh.

You subtly buck your hips up to her palm in shock. Abby and Ellie share a devious smile at your reaction. You clear your throat and dig into your food, refusing to look at either of them. You try to eat your food quickly so you can get out from between them. Abby, absolutely not liking that at all, leans into your ear with a disagreeing hum.

“Slow down, baby. S’ not goin’ nowhere, right Ellie?” The blonde’s eyebrow raised toward the auburn haired girl, her breath tickling the sensitive part of your neck. You squirm in your seat as the two silently exchange looks.

“Anderson’s right, what’s the rush, hmm? We’re not goin’ nowhere.” Ellie’s thumb starts inching closer to where you need them the most. You place your plate on the coffee table in front of you with a huff. A pouted look on your face makes Ellie chuckle. God, you feel so dizzy when you’re with them. You stare wide-eyed at them, unsure what they’re planning. Abby just smirks in response to your visible confusion.

“We know you remember last night, so why don’t we talk about it, hm?” Your mouth goes dry.

“Oh- um,” You have no clue what to say! How can you explain to these women that you want every last piece of them; the both of them. “I-uh-i’m sorry if that was uncomfortable.” You stare at your hands, feeling your heartbeat through your chest. A small tisk leaves Ellie’s mouth as she brings her free hand to your jaw, pulling your line of vision directly into her own.

“You got nothin’ ta be sorry about. Didn’t even let us talk.” She coos. You can feel the blonde beside you shift her body to lean closer to your vicinity. You gulp hard in hopes to calm your anxiety. Your hands clam up. Whatever happens next will change everything forever, no matter good or bad. Are you ready for that? Were they ready for that?

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you...both of you” Abby murmurs. Your eyes dart to the blonde next to you. That couldn’t be…right? Everyone knows Abigail Anderson and Ellie Williams were like water and oil. They don’t mix. Not since they were kids.

“Williams has a way of stickin’ around that drives me mad. N’ you, sweetheart, I don’t ever stop thinkin’ bout you.” Abby pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, teeth scraping the plush skin.

“But you don’t ever get the hint, do ya?” Ellie chuckles.

“Thinkin’ you can’t have the both of us…oh babe.” Ellie tsks.

Your head feels dizzy. The warmth of the pair surrounding you, trapping you between their bodies makes your skin dampen with perspiration. The air was thick and heavy. One move and the tension could explode. You didn’t know what to make of it. Were they saying…no, that couldn’t be right. You were just a simple farmer. Not a popular townsperson like the two of them. With a heavy breath you shoot up from between them.

“You’re playing with me. You’re both playing with me and it’s not nice. It’s not nice ta be makin fun of me!” You pout feeling hopeless. They’ve figured you out from a drunken slur of words and now you have to deal with the consequences.

Ellie and Abby look at each other, trying to figure out what to do. Abby had the more rational thought of talking it out with you. Before she could say a word, Ellie shot up in front of you and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your limbs practically went slack as you revealed in the feeling of the kiss. The auburn girl simultaneously sucking the life out of you, yet breathing air into your lungs. Your hands make way to the nape of her neck as you massage the short locks. After a short while, Ellie pulled back from your lips with a ‘pop’, a devilish smirk and a dusting of a blush adorned her face. Her lips ruby red. You, on the other hand, felt like jello. Your face filled with delight as your eyes laid dreamily on the auburn haired girl. Abby let out a chuckle at your face before reaching your lips with the same fate. She must’ve stood up during your make out with Ellie.

The contrast between the two women was awfully delightful. Ellie was more forceful with her love, she was an all or nothing kind of woman. Yet, Abby, was the definition of gentle giant. Her plush lips synchronized with yours in a playful game of push and pull. She effortlessly controlled the pace, her dominance glazing over without any hesitation. A delightful hun left your mouth before the blonde escaped your mouth.

“Do you believe us now?” Abby’s palm held your cheek as she glanced at your wet mouth. She bit her lip at the thought of tasting both Ellie and you on her tongue. You dumbly nod your head as a laugh from the auburn woman is heard beside you. Abby removed her palm from your cheek as she watched Ellie. Her heart lurches at the sound of her laugh. Ellie walks to the blonde with that little smirk you have grown to love since you’ve met her.

“So…you’ve been thinkin’ bout me, huh?” Ellie quirks as Abby rolls her eyes.

“Shut up and kiss me, Williams.”