#aggressive smut

[totallynotashieldagent]

full of catholic guilt matt murdock is just SO chef's kiss tho

sex would be pleasure and punishment all wrapped into one

like, he would need- he'd beg, plead, want to be tied up, overstimulated because he doesn't think he deserves anything better than this- this extreme pleasure accompanied with this extreme sensitivity of pain and sharpness of your foot on his balls as his hands are tied to his thighs, and his ankles are tied to the legs of the sofa or a chair or whatever- and he's there, exposed- and you put earplugs in his ears to dampen his senses but he can taste it

he can taste the salt of his own skin, the sex in the air-

and your hands are working him still, his cum is half dry, half lubing him up more, and making him go again and again and again-

he's begging, moaning, whimpering-

and he's cum so many times now that his cock is just twitching and swollen but nothing's coming out anymore

or

there would be days when he's overtaken by control. he's a predator and you have better said your prayers that day because one miscalculation, one wrong word and the way his hand would land on your ass would leave a mark for days-

he'd hold your legs open by the ankles, rut into your tight cunt without prep and cum until you're a sobbing mess and keep going until you're begging him to let you go because you can taste his release in the back of your throat now -

your pussy's already gone numb so there's no use in fighting over that, honestly

but it's the after

the after is when the real catholic guilt hits

when all the pleasure he's felt, feels so completely disgusting and he's full of self-loathing to have enjoyed any of it at all

to have cum so much that he's spent-

to have made you cum at all that you're boneless and drooling and your body is marked and bruised in prints of his hand on your ass

he'd beg for forgiveness as if you were his alter and church, he'd stay on his knees for you, whispering apologies for going too far, for not making love, for fucking too hard, for even daring to touch you in such an obscene way-

he would stay on his knees and you'd run your fingers through his hair, repeating it was fine, it's okay, it hurt but you never said the safeword anyway so he shouldn't feel bad about it

but he can't- he can't stop the guilt

he can't stop throwing himself into being Daredevil and getting himself hit harder and punished more but then that's how the cycle repeats

he gets hurt and you take care of him, and the only way he wants to be taken care of is through pleasure anyway-

Drabble Master List.

[iron-shrike]

This is not my fic but I need every WolfWren fan to read it. A truly excellent work of feeling, smut, and power dynamics between our favorite ship. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50840758

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy. 

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort. 

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake. 

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

[cameronsprincess]

conversations with @countryboycameron had me thinking.🖤

imagine you and rafe go out, you’re supposed to be his good little princess in public, but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. you grabbed at him, pouting and whining like a pathetic little brat. you knew the consequences when he got you home would he bad, but you just couldn’t help yourself. you were his perfect princess, but you were also his dirty little whore, and you needed him. rafe gets you home, all but running to your side of the car and pulling you out by your hair. “you wanna fucking act like a slut in public? wanna grab at my dick under the table, act like a cock starved brat?” you whimper at the harsh grip he has on your hair, your legs trying to keep up with his long strides as he forcefully drags your ass into the house. slamming the door behind him, he tosses you onto the couch, making a small, pathetic whimper fall from your lips, tears filling your eyes. “‘m sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to make you upset” you’d cry. he wouldn’t care. he loved to see you cry. it had his dick straining harshly against his boxers. he’d rip your little sundress from your body, working the button and zipper on his khaki shorts before he shoves them down his legs, his boxers following quickly behind. he’d grip your upper arm, flipping you so your face is buried into the top of the couch. he uses one hand to hold your face down, your muffled cries making his cock jerk in his other hand as he strokes it. he’d slam into you without warning, brutally fucking into your soaked cunt while shouting the meanest and dirtiest things to you, “wanna fucking act like a cock hungry slut? you’re gonna fucking lay here and take my cock baby!” your whimpers and cries spurring him on, making him fuck into you harder.

tagging some mooties: @drewstarkeyslut @babygorewhore @xxbimbobunnyxx @rafesthroatbaby @anqeliclust 🖤

[ghouldnight]

What would intimacy and sex with König look like? Is he kinky, rough, slow etc

Great question! I'll start with saying, like anyone, he's a human so he has a variance in taste.

NSFW Under the cut. MDNI 18+

I'll be starting with the fact that he prefers intimacy alone over sex and sexual contact. Intimacy, for him, is all about a connection. He's one who would rather lay curled together with his loved one on a cold winter night, holding each other close, listening to the beat of their heart. He'd much rather watch their lashes flutter as they stir awake, the sleepy smile on their face at waking up next to him isn't something he'd ever trade for the whole world.

Those tender moments where your souls are bared matter more to him than sex alone.

That being said, I know I'm going to disappoint a lot of people with this, he doesn't have a high drive. He's in his 40's, a lot of his libido is out the window. He wasn't really interested in it in the first place. After all, he's not a fan of people, he wasn't a fan of being touched, and letting someone THAT close to him is incredibly nerve wracking and scary.

Yes, he does have a lot of testosterone still and very much can get going. But he's learned how to manage with that and adrenaline, especially when he's in working mode and is usually quite stressed or always on the alert.

When he's home though, he's able to properly wind down and 'take care' of things. He isn't really huge on masturbation just because it never really did much for him. It was just a stress reliever and a way to express some pent up nervousness or energy, or a way to get a quick rush of oxytocin if he was feeling particularly depressed.

The only time he'll actively be sexual is when he's found a romantic partner who he is comfortable with. He's not doing one night stands or finding hook ups, he needs someone he knows he can trust and someone who will accept him for everything that he is.

Sexual contact and intimacy are usually intertwined when you're having your first time with him. He doesn't exactly do it often so of course, he's going to be a bit nervous. Not to mention, he's at his most vulnerable - physically, mentally, and emotionally.

The first time you do anything with him, it won't simply be having sex. It will be making love. Sweet, tender, intimate, passionate. He's going to make every second, every breath count, he's savoring it as if it were the sweetest fruit of the season. One of your hands will always be captured in his, he's not letting you go. He doesn't like letting his mouth leave any part of you for too long either.

Though he's taking you missionary (if you find that agreeable), that doesn't mean it will be boring or any less intense. He'll look into your eyes as he sputters all the words of praise and love and devotion that he knows in his native tongue, the most lovestruck expression softening every one of his features. There's no denying the love he has or how he feels as he steals your breath with his tongue yet again, pulling you even closer.

Any time after that, once the flood gates are opened, it really depends on how he and you both feel.

The only true consistency, aside from that, is he really has an oral fixation. He likes tasting you. Whether that's by French kissing or nibbling on your collar bone or going down on you and showing you just what his pretty mouth can do, he's game for it. It's part of how he shows his appreciation, and devotion. Not to mention, he's simply enamored by all of you - tasting you in a way no one else can is a privilege he'll never take for granted. Worship is always fitting when you're on your knees ;) (or more correctly, he's on his) and he's all too happy to pray

His greatest preference is for passionate lovemaking where you're simply getting lost in each other. But he's not opposed to doing other things, as long as it makes you happy. The only thing he'll usually refuse are quickies. He just doesn't feel it gives him enough time and he can't get into it, especially since it usually means he can't do aftercare right after if you're both being rushed. Not to say he won't do it at all, but he'd rather not.

Otherwise, he'll try most anything. His greatest pleasure is existing with and pleasing his partner. He's not exactly the kinkiest out there but he has plenty of non-vanilla thoughts that he'll be happy to share with you. He certainly has a thing for roleplay, primal play, and tantric sex, as well as things like outdoor sex, body worship, bondage, dry humping, and orgasm denial/edging. Anything that can heighten the experience, he's especially game for.

Just bring it up to him and he'll likely consider. As with anything, he KNOWS kink is all about consent and such things have to be discussed beforehand. He'll never spring it on you as a spur of the moment thing and he knows how to handle aftercare.

Aftercare is probably near topping the sex alone, it's amazing. He likes caring for his partner and/or being cared for. He'll do whatever you need him to. He's already got that nice, hot bath set up so you can soak as he'll hold you close and wash you off with those fancy soaps and scrubs you like so much. He's got the snacks ready, your blankets are in the dryer, he's not letting you stress for a second or go feeling any bit unloved or unappreciated. To let someone close enough to him to where he'd have sex is the ultimate intimacy and ultimate trust - he's going to damn well value it and show you just how much he cares. If you say it, he'll do it, he's already watching your every move and trying his best to predict your needs and wants.

He'll never leave you unsatisfied (if he had to, he'd make up for it tenfold the next time), and he'll always care for you after. Always. Cuddling up and embracing after such an soul connecting experience as you admire the little marks of love littered all over one another is the only proper way to fall asleep that night, as far as he's concerned.

[xoxopuffsz]

thinking about ace and deuce lapping up on your pussy like crazy, deuce on top of ace as he sucks on your clit while ace is under him, pants hard against your shoe, as he pumps some fingers into your hole, lapping up your juices once their finished. once they did, they’d be giving you their homework for help, since they gave you their “payment” already..

[heyimkana]

main reason why I'm writing this megumi x reader x yuuta fic:

tsundere megumi ❌

yandere yuuta ❌

housewife toji ✅

“This dumbass’ name is Megumi.” His father, a man twice—no, maybe three times her size—did him a favor. “Means blessings. I came up with it.” He seemed proud, more of himself and less of his son, she noticed. He planted his hand on top of the boy’s head, making a mess of his already messy spikes. “His brain turns to mush whenever a pretty girl is around, so you better get used to it.” The burly man swayed to the side, dodging his son’s little punch while keeping his hand where it was, holding him in place. “Also, I’m Toji,” he smirked. “Wife’s not home right now but I’m sure she’ll pop in later with a fruit basket or something. You like cake?”

He was intimidating even when his words were anything but. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Then come over anytime, I’ll bake you some. Not chocolate, though. This little bastard’s here will suffer from explosive diarrhea if he—”

Megumi choked. “DAD!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Toji patted his son’s head, a little too hard for his liking. “It’s a joke. He’s not a bastard. An accident, maybe, but—”

Megumi buried his face in his palms. “Oh my God.”

“W-we get it,” her mother replied, her lips curving up in an awkward smile. “I’m glad we have such nice neighbors.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Toji dragged his gaze back to her daughter, scrutinizing her. “Huh,” he commented after a while. “You got a pretty smile, kid.”

She cowered. “Umm... Thank you...”

“Hello, I’m Tsumiki,” Megumi’s older sister chimed in, walking out from the kitchen with a charming smile as she took off her apron. “I’m sorry our place is a mess.” Elbowing her father on his side, she muttered, “Don’t harass her, Dad.”

“How is telling a girl she has a pretty smile a form of harassment?”

“When it comes from your mouth, everything is.”

[suguru-getos]

no because yall dont get it, i want the hurried passion in the most primal way with suguru where he’s unsure how to handle the bubbling feelings within him. his mind is literally dumbed down with just one thought, or perhaps one graphic imagery and that’s his seed dripping down that pretty hole. he has to pick me up and shove me against the counter, crockery breaking as he shoves it away, uncaring, unfazed, leaning in, biting, marking, unsure how to tame his heart & his cock. just one thing on his mind. his seed… dripping.

[hearts4werka]

Hot Tub Fun

Summary: You’re at a party, feeling confident in the outfit you’ve picked and you’re having a good time and think that nothing can ruin your night but then when you go to the bathroom you see your toxic boyfriend with your best friend. You run to Matt and he helps you with the newly break up in his new hot tub… Genre: ANGST & SMUTT, cheater bf (fuck him), party setting, toxic relationship, hot-tub smut, comforting, under the influence, friends with benefits? Warnings: swearing, cheating ( do not stand by it ), mentions of alcohol consumption along with drugs, toxic relationship, SMUT, use of pet names ( sweetheart, good girl ) unprotected sex ( bitch wrap that little pickle up ) , p in v, fingering, cowgirl, d riding, teasing, characters being slightly under the influence, aggressive kissing, smutty time in a hot tub, slight dirty talk

I was carefully applying my eye liner in the dimly lit bathroom, trying not to fuck up for the hundredth time now as suddenly someone decided to enter the bathroom.

It’s Matt standing in the doorway all dressed up and ready to go, rushing me to be quicker or we’ll be the last ones to arrive to the party one of our friends are hosting, Chris and Nick already went but I needed more time to get ready so Matt stayed with me and decided to wait.

“Scarlet, hurry the fuck up or I’m going without you” He says with slight warning in his tone but very evident annoyance, leaning against the doorframe to my small bathroom we currently reside in together.

“Jesus, I'm almost done. Have some patience for once.” I say, glancing at him and back at the mirror and continuing to apply my eye liner with precision.

“How can I have any patience left when you’ve been getting ready for a goddamn hour already.” I hear him slightly raise his voice, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently now.

I decide to not anger him further so I just drop the eyeliner into my makeup bag and put my hands up in mocking surrender.

“God, fine! I’m done now, you happy?” I say slightly annoyed at his impatience, turning my head to look at him standing in the doorway with his tall frame, his head almost hitting the top of the frame, would be funny if it actually did.

“Yes, now get your ass into the car.” He demands and motions for me to walk past him while moving out of the doorway, before I actually do what hes demanding me to do I do one last look into the mirror, making sure I look on how I intented on looking which is to look like the bad bitch that I am. ( outfit here )

| - 🍂 - |

We're in the car, driving to the party as Matt gives me a lecture to not get too fucked up nor black out drunk. I just listen, nod and shake my head at whatever he's saying and not really paying attention to the words currently leaving his mouth instead, I gaze outside of the window at the streetlamps illluminating the streets

"Do you understand me, Scarlet?" He asks after his small rant and glances over at me from the road, I nod my head again and keep not paying attention to him but my gaze is ripped away from the window view outside as he speaks again with more warning dripping from his voice.

"Don't just nod your head, use the words you like to use so often" Those words catch me off guard and my ears listen into the tone of his voice, my eyes finding their way to his face.

"Yeah I understand, Matt. I'm not five years old"

"You sure act like one sometimes" He mumbles under his breath which delivers him a soft punch on the arm from me, getting a little chuckle from him at how non-impactfull the punch was to his arm.

"Oh shut up"

And on that note, we finally arrive at our destination. Matt parking the car in the driveway among other cars, some look luxurious and some the polar opposite but here no one cares what you drive, you came here to have fun and not to slump about who drives what kind of car.

Me and Matt enter the party and our ears are Immediately assaulted by the loud music blasting through the speakers, my friend Tania as soon as she sees me she comes up to me while Matt excuses himself and goes to have a drink at the bar which I assume is because Chris or Nick is at the bar.

We both excitedly hug each other and when she grabs a hold of my hand she basically drags me to the dance floor once a song she likes comes up and we start dancing together, moving our bodies to the beat of the music.

As I sway my hips from side to side while the song keeps blasting from the speakers I feel Matt's eyes tracking my every move from the bar but I don't care and keep dancing, I'm gonna have a good night tonight and no one will ruin it for me.

| - 🍂 - |

After a few drinks and a molly with Tania, Matt and Chris that also joined us on the dance floor now, dancing to Pitbull songs blasting from the speakers I feel a need to take a quick piss.

"Hey, do you guys know where the bathroom is?" I ask trying to talk over the music, glancing between the d group dancing group. Tania doesnt even hear the question over the music including Chris who are gracefully taken over the curent song.

"It’s just down the hall to the left. last door." Matt finally answers my question, I give him a polite nod saying a small 'thank you' non-verbally as I go towards the hall to the bathroom.

I suddenly realize I haven't seen my boyfriend anywhere nor my best friend, shrugging my shoulders at the thought, ill go search for them later after I'm done with my bathroom break. Reaching for the door I attempt to open the door but its locked, I hear my boyfriends voice call out from behind the door but there seems to be something against it.

"Who's there?”

"What are you doing in there?' I say so he hears me from behind the door, I hear slight whispering in there and a feminine voice but just assume I'm hearing something from somewhere else.

"Wait a minute" He replies, hearing slight commotion behind the door my senses become heightened and I try to hear whats happening behind the door.

"The fuck are you doing in there? are you with someone?" I slightly raise my voice annoyingly hes taking up more time then he should be, I start twisting and shaking the door knob to try and pry it open but something seems to be holding it in place.

"Wait a goddamn minute! I'm...um shitting!" My brows furrow at his obvious lie, why is he lying to me right now? and why do I keep hearing female fucking whispering in there?

"Open the fucking door, Kyle!"

More commotion and whispers are heard on the other side before the door finally opens and Kyle steps out of the bathroom, looking down at me and moving out of the way for me to go into the bathroom. He doesnt say a word and just glares at me as he walks away into the crowd of people on the dance floor, I simply roll my eyes and enter the bathroom.

Walking over to the toilet I hike up my dress and oull down my panties to sit down on the toilet seat, taking care of my business. when I'm done I reach out for the toilet paper and realize It's not there, I glance around the bathroom for any toilet paper and none is found. Cursing under my breath I see a small towel next to the bathtub civered with a simple curtain.

I quickly walk over to it and snatch it off the holder, when I sit back down on the toilet seat I could have sworn I heard shaky and nervous breaths. After I wipe my ass I pull my panties back up and my dress down to cover what it can of my ass.

Ripping open the curtain I see my best friend hidding in the bathtub with what looks like guilty tears falling down her face, I look at her confused before I start to connect the dots. All of the moving and the whispering when Kyle what in here...

"What the fuck are you doing in here, Kiara?" I question, waiting for her to start to maybe explain what hes doing hiding in the bathroom even though I already connected the dots.

She picks herself up and sits up, guilt and nervousness written all over her face. "Scarlet I swear its n-not what you think..." she starts and stumbles over her shaky words before continuing "Please don’t hate me for this..." I huff at her small plea, looking at her and feeling betrayed.

"Since when was this?"

"what do you me-"

"I asked since fucking when was this, Kiara!" I yell, expecting a better explanation than her acting clueless when she knows damn well what I’m talking about.

“It- it started a few weeks ago after your birthday party.” she admitted and my heart shatters , my mind starts to go into a whirlwind but I calm it down as slight anger washes over me.

“You dumb, fucking bitch! How could you do this to me?” I yell once again, this time feeling hurt and betrayed. How could she? I’m mentally getting ready since this might take quite a violent turn.

When she notices my state, she bolts out of the bathroom and I just let her run away. I sit on the edge of the bathroom and just let te feeling of being hurt as well as betrayal mix together inside of me.

I need to find Matt so he’ll get me out of here.

Picking myself up from the bathtub I also exit the bathroom, scanning the area surrounding me I find Matt at the spot he obviously would be in. At the bar.

Speed walking to him and as soon as I get a grip on his hand he’s being dragged away from whatever conversation he was having with whoever but I didn’t care anyway.

When I get him into a quiet corner I turn to look at him and I can see he noticed my distressed state under my tough and confident demeanor.

“Woah, calm down there. What happened?” He asks in an almost calming way, taking a small step closer to me and his tall frame towering over me which sends a shiver down my spine.

“Kyle cheated on me with Kiara, that’s what happened” I simply admit through the lump in my throat, my hands immediately finding their way around Matt and hugging him tightly.

Matt returns the hug as equally warm, rubbing soothing circles on my back and I melt into the embrace. Holding in my tears so my makeup doesn’t smear all over my face.

"You want me to take you home?" He says as he pulls me away from his chest and seeing the hurt and betrayal written all over my face. I shake my head positively and he wraps an arm across my shoulders and walks me through the crowd and to the exit.

This feels like an ultimate betrayal out of a movie or show, I cant believe the two people the closest to made crossed me over so brutally. Tears prick my eyes and they become glassy by the time we make it to the car and when Matt turns to look at me he notices.

"...why would they do that to me?" I murmur under my breath as Matt takes a step closer to me, looking down at me with sorrow and empathy, placing a soothing hand on my shoulder.

"Dont worry about them, lets get you home now" He says and opens the passenger door for me, letting me get inside of the car before he eaks around and sits in the drivers seat.

| - 🍂 - |

The drive to his place was quiet with unusual and unexpected tension occupying the air around us, he gets out of the car and walks around to open the door for me.

I follow behind him and step out of the car as he closes the car door and we make our way to the front door, his arm around my shoulder in a comforting way that made the pain slightly easier to bare with.

“Do you want to relax?” He asks as he opens the front door and we enter the house, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, anything to stop my mind from spinning” I state and drop down onto the couch in the living room, feeling the effect of both alcohol and drugs flowing through my system.

“You can relax in the hot tub if you want” He suggests, walking over and sitting down next to me. The triplets got a pretty spacious hot tub for their house recently and already made a party in it a few days ago.

“That might not be such a bad idea actually” I state and look over at him sitting next to me, always when he’s near me I feel a warm and almost soothing feeling wash over my body each time, sometimes I even feel slight attraction towards him.

“Let’s go then”

| - 🍂 - |

After getting changed into a bikini i didn’t realize i left behind after the hot tub party a few days ago so I just put that one, it was weirdly left in Matt’s room for some reason but decided to not question it to not come off as nosy.

Grabbing a towel Matt lended me I make my way downstairs and outside where the hot tub is located, I asked Matt to join me since I didn’t want to go alone and just sit in silence so by the time I was downstairs he was already relaxing in the hot water of the hot tub.

I put down my towel nearby the tub and walk over to the tub, feeling Matts gaze run up and down my body taking in the sight of me in the bikini. Slowly entering the hot tub I let the hot water coat my skin and I let my body relax and as I’m about to sit down he suddenly grabs my waist and pulls me down onto his lap, making me straddle his hips with my legs each on the opposite sides.

A surprised look casts over my features as my head subconsciously tilts to the side in confusion but then I remember where I found my bikini which was located in his room.

“Matt, what are you do-?” As I try to finish my sentence he cuts me off by smashing his lips on mine, kissing me with slight aggression which makes a burning sensation create between my thighs as I try to squeeze them together but Matts knee is already keeping them open which causes me to let out a soft whimper into the aggressive kiss.

Hearing the noise leave my mouth he presses his knee against my core letting more noises escape past my lips and into his mouth like he’s feeding off of them, demanding more. My hips rock against his knee, my body desperate for any kind of friction but his hand grabs my waist and pushes me down onto his knee, making my movements stop.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m just here to comfort you…” He says in a suggestive tone, sounding sweet yet teasing at the same time. Matts others hand was moving up and down my sides before landing onto my thigh and squeezing it, putting his hand teasingly close to where I need him the most.

“Matt, stop teasing me like this” I state as desperation slips through my words and into the tone of my voice, my slight drunken state makes me not to think about my actions and right now is a prime example of that happening.

“Someone’s desperate for me, hm?” He asks, already knowing the answer to his little teasing question. God I don’t know how long I can take his teasing.

“Why ask dumb questions you already know the answer for?” I tease back but that desperation still evident in my tone but I try to shove it under the teasing but my traitorous body makes me fail miserably as the pleasurable sensation grows between my legs.

“Oh my, are you talking back to me?” He opined, releasing me from his grip on my waist holding me down on his knee and slides his hand now between my thighs, pulling my bikini bottoms to the side and pressing down on my clit with his thumb as one of his fingers enters my wet folds making a soft moan slip past my lips.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His voice drips off mischief and small drops of lust, he slides in another finger inside and starts to pump them in and out of me causing me to let out a desperate whimper instead of words.

“I need you, Matt please…” My voice becomes more desperate and whiny as he increases his fingers pace, making me subconsciously rock my hips against his fingers for more friction as I clench around them and feel myself getting close to trip over the edge.

As I’m about to finish, he suddenly stops his movements and removes his fingers. A whine leaves me at the loss as he leans down and whispers into my ear teasingly.

“Oh you’re not gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart. What we’re gonna do is you’ll slowly slide down onto my cock and then I might consider letting you finish…”

The erotic words leaving his mouth in such lust whisper makes me clench on nothing, his hand goes under the water and hooks his fingers on the band of my bikini bottoms and slides them down and tapping the side of my hip, signaling for me to lift them for him to remove my underwear and I oblige with his order.

He resurfaces his hand but now dangling my bottoms before placing them behind him, his hand submerges back into the water and sliding off his own swimming trunks. Taking them out from under the water and making them join mine behind him.

Placing his hands on my hips and guides me down into his cock, sliding it through my folds and erupting a juicy moan from my mouth. My hands slide up onto his chest for support as I lift my hips up and down, my head being thrown back as more noises come past my lips.

Noises of his own start to come out of his mouth, only fueling me to move my hips faster as his fingers dig into the skin of my hips.

“Just like that… ride my cock like the good girl you are” His voice comes out almost breathless as my movements speed up and become sloppier when a feeling of becoming closer to the edge I so desperately want to be pushed over.

I start to become even more desperate, moving my hips from side to side to throw myself over the edge but then he whispers into my ear again.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock so nicely”

His words once again make me clench but now around his dick as I continue to ride him and desperately to finally finish and I can see he is becoming close to the edge as well.

With a violent thrust of his hips, burying himself deep inside of me before he paints my insides with his release and I follow behind him and the mixture of our releases start to spill out of my thirty hole as he removes his dick out of it.

A soft string of delightful curses leave both of our mouths as we ride out our orgasms together, I slump onto his lap and bury my face into the crook of his neck., feeling sensitive after the high just came down of.

He chuckles as he wraps alarm around my waist and pull me into his chest, enveloping me in a sweet embrace.

“Let’s get you washed up and placed into bed, hm?”

“Can we watch a movie together though?”

“Of course, sweetheart”

@hearts4werka

authors note: This fic was heavily inspired by the show ‘Euphoria’ and if you haven’t watched it yet (somehow) then you should for sure watch it if you love angsty and problematic teenager. I gave it my own little twist and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[mydearchoso]

NSFW, MDFI, umm freaky? (a little uh, violent. blood mention. pain. you get it.)

w/c: uhh short. 400 words?? (total guess)

maybe i'm too far gone but...

sukuna who doesn't need love, or want it.

at least, its what he tells himself of course. it's what he had always thought.

up until the fifth time you laid together, feelings evolving on either end, but only one of you would maybe accept them.

and sukuna, the poor, unwanted child he is, he doesn't believe in love. no. love is a thing parents came up with to keep their children docile and complacent. love doesn't exist, and even if it did, it would hurt.

so imagine the surprise both of you face on this fifth night.

you, in pain, adrenaline starting to course through you as fresh blood and cum leaks from your stuffed hole.

sukuna, in shock, as his eyes wander, finally landing on where the both of you are connected. chest heaving at the sight of blood and a heavy, exhilarated breath pours from his lips. the hot air dispersing across your stomach.

in a small, experimental pull, he tries backing out, gently. only to be met by your cries as the barbs on his cock hook themselves deeper into the velvet walls he had so thoroughly ravaged.

it was in this moment he realized he didn't love you, no, but he did need you. your body. perhaps your annoying quip every now and then. his heart knew that, and now even his body did, long before he came to realize it himself.

and now? now you could never leave, solely his to enjoy at his own leisure.

at least, up until he got bored of you, but he suspects his body will be sure to let him know if that ever becomes the case.

then after a quiet, introspective moment on his part, he sighs almost happily before leaning forward. eyes closed as he rests fully atop you, content, pressing his face to your neck as he listens to the sound of your shallow breaths.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣' 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you've broken up with your on-and-off boyfriend...again... for the umpteenth time. life as a stripper isn't treating you easy, and although it pays well it doesn't fill the emotional hole left by your toxic ex. as you take a breather outside you encounter someone you would rather than speak to again. things start to take a dark turn rather suddenly.

wc. around 1,721

tags.dabi x reader. toxicexboyfrienddabi! x stripper reader.dabi x reader smut. toxicexboyfriend!stripperreader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. fucking your toxic ex boyrfriejd. toxic dabi. dabi has a dick piercing. dabi fingers you. dabi fucks you agaisnt a window. exhibitionism. slut shaming. degration. 18+ mdni!

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" You're nothing to me, just a mere comfort whore I come to when I need to. But still, you should feel special you're not like the rest. The rest are mere fuck toys, you're something more."

Gritting your teeth once more, you angrily sit down on a sofa, shoving your foot inside another heel. " Fucking cheater." You curse under your breath " I'm gonna dump his ass. I'm something more than the rest, shut the fuck up. "

"Woah there girl, you're gonna snap your ankle in two if you keep at it."  Cagney’s familiar playful voice instantly calms you down, from your racing thoughts and growing rage. The beautiful girl squats to meet your level. " Whatever it is girl, it's not worth bringing you down tonight. Besides, when you're done being fabulous as  always, you can go kick its ass." She jokes grabbing your hand to help you up.

" Cagney, what would I do without you?"

" I dunno, probably kill someone, to be honest. What would you do without me?" She flips her hair for more dramatic effect and you both erupt with tiny giggles at her response.

" Showtime y/n." the woman with her clipboard enters the room, her usual irritated expression on her face before leaving the room.

"I'll be cheering for you girl." Cagney cheers before you exist.

As you enter the stage, an erupting canon of cheers explodes from the audience, and as the music starts the audience begins to settle, watching in awe as your body spins and twirls at so many angles. You were almost hypnotizing, looking as angelic as ever. Most people in the audience suspected you to be a pole dancer fill-in rather than an actual stripper. During the song, you eventually glide to the top of the pole, before sliding down and smoothly shifting into your floor routine.

When the music faded, the audience yet again cheered, shouting and screaming as your stood. " Thank you." you mouth, waving at the crowd before the light on stage dims, allowing you to scurry and collect the cash people there on stage.

" She was almost too innocent looking, like an angel" you hear as you scurry backstage, causing you to smirk to yourself.

'Damn right, I worked my ass off making that damn routine.'

After a couple of songs, you decide to go out for a breath of fresh air and observe other performances. Though once you manage to step outside and hand on your shoulder stops you. " Hey, dollface." His familiar voice rings through your ears, triggering the anger felt earlier on. You immediately spin around, fueled by anger and raise your fist in an attempt to punch the villain, but his rough, larger hand blocks the punch. By now, you're breathing heavily as tears begin to cascade down your face. Yet again, you try to punch the unwavering man, over and over and over again and after a while, you stop.

" Fuck you want? I don’t wanna deal with your shit, you know I hate you?" You mutter, too exhausted to shout. The anger is evident in your, face and voice, yet the villain remains unbothered at the fact that you are breaking down because of his actions. Either way, he still gets you back.

" How sad, you hate me. Now stop crying and let's go inside. You're acting like a fucking baby and it's pissing me off."

" You just don't get it, do you? This means we're over Dabi. No more of us."

The man turns and walks away for a bit before stopping.  He turns to look up at the sky, the wind shaking up his black hair. " See if I care. I can leave right this very second, but what will happen? That's right. You'll come crawling back to me like you always do."

.. like I always do. Dabi approaches you as you begin to back away.

" And besides, I know how to get what I want, when I want princess. After all, you were just a cum slut to me anyway. You'll come back to me because you love that don't you? You little perverted fuck. You want someone to put you in this type of position like I do, but who on earth will do that for you." By now you were up against a wall, caged in by him. The man you want to escape from but he's right. Who could I go to?

You do not process and register the fact that you dive in for a long kiss. A kiss that feels long-awaited, it feels like you're pouring all feel restrained emotions into it, it feels like you're accepted again.

But is that all I want? You ask yourself, breaking for the kiss for air.

Without further hesitation, you grab a hold of Dabi's hand and drag him into the room filled with various lights. You slip past people and walk through hallways to avoid meeting others. The both of you standing near an isolated staircase, your voice hushed as you begin to speak. " Don’t think I’ve let you off the hook. Just because I keep coming back to you doesn’t mean we should stay together.” A silence passes and you pause, steadingly yourself to state the truth “Maybe that's why I'm tired. It feels like you won't stay. "

Dabi can sense the neediness dripping from your voice. " That's my girl." he breathes in your ear, before grabbing your chin, the both of your faces so close you can feel his breath against your face- but he doesn't kiss you. You unconsciously let out a moan of frustration from the teasing occurring. " What's the matter? Want me to kiss you? You want me to fuck you?" No words emit from your mouth.  His chuckles resonate and vibrate throughout your body before he leans in and connects his lips with yours, grinning into the kiss. He had got you back again. Without doing anything.

The dark-haired man grabs a hold of your wrists and pins them above your head. "Look at how wet and needy you are for me. Filthy slut." His fingers had managed to teasingly feel through the fabric covering  your soaking folds. Annoyed at how teasingly slow Dabi is being, you drags him up the stairs and into a room. The room is empty, it contains a bed, a drawer in the corner of the room, decorated with colourful lights and a window wall covered by curtains.

Wasting no time, Dabi grabs a fistful of your hair and slams the door shut. " Strip." is all he says. " Don't make me repeat myself." You find yourself, slowly sliding off clothing, one piece at a time. When your hands travel to your panties, Dabi stops you and lifts you up by your legs before walking over to the mirror planted above the drawers. Your eyes pay close attention to how he brushes his thumb against your throbbing clit, shuddering at the slightest touch. The man hooks his fingers around your underwear, peeling it off.  Your bare cunt is exposed, glistening in erotic juices from the high level of arousal. Without another second being wasted, Dabi's fingers find themselves inside your soaked pussy. His fingers begin to pump in and out of you whilst he wraps his hand around your neck. The filthy noises being let out by the contact made only increased your arousal. Dabi took note of that, of how your hips begin to thrust eagerly in hopes of more pleasure. He starts scissoring the two fingers inside you to stretch you out, before inserting three. With each pump and curl his fingers do within you constantly hit again your g- spot. The pleasure fogged your mind, and your legs beginning to shake from such intense pleasure.

" So you are a good girl after all, taking these fingers so well." You don't respond, all that can be let out from your mouth is moans expressing the need for your climax to be reached. But your pleasure begins to fade as Dabi's fingers slip out of your stimulated cunt. He uses his hand to choke you and forcefully grabs your face, making you look at yourself in the mirror. Heated face, your hole fluttering against nothing, your tongue sticking out and makeup running down your face. " You see yourself, that is what a cum slut looks like." A moment of silence passes as you try to recover your breath, your chest falling and rising rapidly. " Let's show the whole world how much needy you are for cock." He whispers in your neck, sending shivers throughout your body.

He continues to hold you upright, bringing you close to his chest and walking towards the window wall. The view of the city is on full display, the lights brightening the darkened sky and your naked body pressed up against the glass as is also on full exposure. You feel his tip prodding against your entrance alongside the piercing on his dick. The man places his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly before slamming into you. You feel his thumb stretching your mouth open, increasing the volume of your erotic moans, the sound of skin slapping against each other and your coated arousal making the whole situation a lot filthy.  He continues to press you up against the glass, breasts and cheeks pressed against the window wall.

"Do you love being my fuck toy? My cum dumpster? Answer me bitch." He growls yanking your hair and violently shaking your ass. A masochistic smile spreads across your face and you nod excitedly, letting out more moans.

"F-fuck, don't stop Dabi." You stutter brokenly, overly enjoying the never-ending pleasure.  He begins to thrust faster, your sex clenching around his desperately hoping for the knot to be undone. " You only cum when I tell you to. Got it?" You nod rapidly, focusing solely on the satisfaction taking over your mind. After a few deep thrusts your legs begin to shake the command to " Cum." caused your legs to shake as you ride your high. Your face is flushed face,  you gasp for air and your legs shake.

"Good girl."

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄���𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors don’t you even dare

Chapter 013: Accept The Risk

“Are you ready for a good pounding, baby?” — Beat it Upright by Korn

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012*, 013** , 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

NSFW — aggressive!dom!eddie x submissive!shy girl, eddie’s daddy kink alive and well, size kink, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation/crying, slapping, biting, hair pulling, choking, degrading, praise, wholesome fluff if you squint, unprotected p in v (unless you want a crotch goblin in this economy, WRAP IT TF UP), cream pie, squirting

word count: 2.8k words

“Don't pretend you're not fucking freaky, baby.”

♡

The door to the dressing room bursts open shortly after you shut it.

In storms an enraged Eddie, appalled that you shut the door in his face after he had walked so closely behind you. You attempt to act clueless, counting your tips and separating them to help tip out the staff in the back.

"Here's uhh, 20 percent for Argyle," you announce. "20 for Nance, 20 for you. I’m sorry, I almost forgot to tip you guys out.”

Eddie crinkles the money in hands, eyes refusing to leave you at this point in time.

His tear-ridden stare is all-telling. First, he’s had to hear you get fucked senseless by Steve, one of his best friends. Now, he had to watch you dry hump Henry into literally the next day — another best friend of his — in an outfit he chose for you and bought with his own money.

You really did it this time.

"And that just leaves me with my tips," you add tossing your tote bag over your shoulder. "Also helped Johnny close the register. Everyone else dipped out to bar hop.”

"And you're clocked out?" he musters.

"Well duh, if everything's done."

You're given no time to react when Eddie lunges at you, causing your bag to sulk to the floor, the straps burning your forearms on the way down. You begin to levitate upwards by the virtue of Eddie's throttling grip.

"OW!" you yelp. "What the fuck, dude?!"

Eddie cinches his arm around your waist and hoists you over his shoulders. His breathing is hard, audible grunts escaping from all the tossing you around like a rag doll. You don't attempt to wriggle free, because if you did you feel like your forehead would meet the hard floor.

You smack Eddie’s shoulder blade.

“Put me down, Munson!” you order. “I’m not playing.”

“Yeah?” he grits his teeth. “Well neither am I.”

It's like a carnival ride in the dark. You can't see in front of you or off to the side. You just know the room is spinning. Fast strobes of light shooting across your periphery as you try to make up the orientation of the room.

It is when you hear beads being pushed to the side, that you know Eddie has brought you into a private show room.

Without mercy, but ensuring you landed safely, Eddie drops you from his grasp. You flail recklessly onto the couch. It’s not until you’re out of his grip that you realize how freeing his restraint felt.

You prop yourself up with your elbows, blowing loose strands of your hair away from your face.

"Ow?" you repeat, this time flatly.

"You're insufferable," Eddie hisses, berating you with his injurious glare. His gaze fixes on you as one of his hands ventures about his own body, undoing his belt with just one quick swipe.

"Says the one who literally just tossed me into a dark room," you snap. "Have you any etiquette?"

"Shut up," he demands.

If Eddie was hard to read before, he’s certainly not hard to read now. Now it’s time for him to get even.

The silver parts of the accessory clinks as he chucks it onto the floor, eyes glued on you the entire time. You gulp as he edges closer.

He stops in front of you.

"That set was for my eyes and my eyes only, by the way,” he hisses. “Thought I told you that.”

“Hm, was this before or after you told me you didn’t want to commit?” you challenge him. “I don’t belong to you, Eddie, remember?”

“You got me there,” Eddie shakes his head bitterly.

He stoops down to your level, getting down on his knees. Eddie's unbelievably close now, a strand of his curly hair dangling in your face as he exhales hot air down your neck.

"Do you really wanna play that game?" he asks. There's a riddle in his question. "Do you?"

Your eyes meet his. They're darker than usual, not that you believed that such thing was possible. Dark. Longing. Frustrated. Forewarning.

And for a second, they flicker back to the gaze you're used to again. Loving. Careful. Respectful. Like the look of concern he flashed you when you were cross-faded in his van, asking for him to stay a while. Like the time he made sure you were good enough to dance after being assaulted by a customer. Like the time Billy came storming in, causing you to spiral into a full-blown panic. THAT look of concern.

Are you sure this is what you want?

It is.

"Yes," you gulp, consenting to whatever wrath of his you’re about to face. "Yes, I do actually."

And just like that, the animalistic gaze returns.

His throat bobs when he swallows as he verifies with you one last time.

"Yeah?"

You nod. "I said what I said."

Back to the scheduled programming it was.

It’s not long until Eddie throws himself on top of you, smacking his eager lips onto yours like it’s oxygen. You hungrily bury your hands in his hair, moaning as your tongue inserts itself into his mouth to lock itself with his.

Eddie groans and moves a hand to your throat, issuing a light squeeze while he grinds himself against you.

“Fuck,” you mewl, the second your lips break apart. “Needed you so bad, Eds. Needed you all night.”

“You aggravate me, you know that?” Eddie sighs, burying his head into your chest, kissing along your tits as he does so. He strokes your bicep lovingly as he kisses you.

“Yeah, well the feeling’s kinda mutual,” you attempt to giggle as tears of overwhelm trickle down your face. “The feeling’s mutual.”

“Do you,” Eddie pants as he unbuttons and tugs at your set. “Remember Heather? My lady friend.”

You nod between breaths. “Mhm. Why?”

“She — never ended things with me.”

There’s a slight pause on your end. “Oh?”

“She never ended things with me,” Eddie continues. “I ended things with her. All cuz I wanted to get to know you and it wouldn’t be fair if I kept her around.”

Your bottoms are off now and the top of your set hangs loosely at your abdomen. You chuck it off of you instantly, refusing to look away from Eddie as you do so.

“Wh-” is all you can get out.

“Why do you think I was so grumpy and irritated that morning?” Eddie questions, moving his lips up to press against your neck. “Huh? I was upset that Harrington got to you first. Didn’t wanna get in between you guys though…”

“Eddie…”

“And inviting you to BYOB night?” Eddie pants as his free fingers curl around your inner thigh. “I only ever invite the people closest to me. You were the only outlier that night. Feel like Steve knew right then and there something was up. But he chose to ignore it.”

His fingers trace your entrance but he keeps them there, kissing up and down your neck as you breathe deeply under him. You pout and tug at his jeans, aching to have him inside of you this very instant.

“And I didn’t intend on fighting your brother that night, and for that I’m so sorry,” Eddie sighs. “But I saw how scared you looked and how aggressive he was being with you, and I knew if I didn’t intervene it was going to be the last time I saw you.”

Eddie hands cup your breasts as he nibbles at your ears, sucks at your temples, and leaves gentle bites at the crook of your neck.

“I’m avoidant, and stupid, and dismissive, and a fucking idiot,” Eddie admits to you. “But I care about you so much. Believe me, Hargrove. I know how this shit looks. I’m just so scared.”

“Eddie…” you soothe him. “Eddie. Just shut up and fuck me already.”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he hears you say that. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief to oblige.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

Grabbing you by the hips, he shifts to reposition you, sprawling you out on top of him. You grind yourself atop his stiff erection as his hands caress every inch of your body. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his boxers, exposing his throbbing cock right underneath your already soaking cunt.

A small string of pre-cum leaks from his scarlet tip.

“How bad do you want me baby?” Eddie coos.

“So bad,” you whimper. “As bad as I was tonight.”

He can’t help but laugh. When you say that, Eddie’s tongue rolls sneakily around in his cheek.

“That’s really bad,” he comments with a shit-eating grin.

“Mhm,” you nod innocently.

“You know what happens to really bad girls though, right?”

“They get punished?” you guess. “AH!”

You’re given absolutely zero time to react again when Eddie slams himself into you. God, he’s huge. God, he burns. You wince in the most pleasure-filled pain you’ve ever been in your entire life as Eddie shushes you, thrusting slowly into your heat as he fingers your mouth.

“Good girl,” he encourages you. “That’s a good girl. Being so brave for Daddy, huh?”

You struggle to even nod, diverting all your focus to accommodating Eddie’s length and girth. He proceeds to rock into you slowly, intertwining a hand with yours with one hand, and letting you suck hard on his fingers with the other.

Slowly, Eddie slides them out of your mouth so they can enclose themselves around your neck. You whimper as he does so. And slowly but surely on your end, you feel yourself stretching to make room for him, the slickness of your wet, and already sore pussy aiding in the process.

“I need to piss you off more often,” you joke. “If it gets me punished like this.”

Eddie groans. “Please don’t. I hate seeing others have you.”

He pulls you into him and repositions you onto your belly, and lining himself up behind you.

“My two best friends?” he demands in anguish. He swoops in to plant gentle kisses against the back of your neck. “Baby, really?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe. “I’m really sorry, Eddie.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how sorry you’re about to be.”

“FUCK!” you squeal as Eddie deals you a rough spank across your asscheek.

He smiles grimly as you moan into him, arching your back as you beg for his cock to ruin you some more.

“I need you Eds,” you groan impatiently, grinding against him like a cock-drunk whore. “Eddie? Daddy? Master? What do you want me to call you?”

“Sweetheart, you can call me what you want,” Eddie kisses up your jaw. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you.”

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth as he inserts himself into you from behind. You mewl as you take in that familiar stretch, surrendering to Eddie as he proceeds to drill into your cunt relentlessly. The screams you let out as you unravel underneath him are like music to his ears.

No one has ever been able to hit it this good. No one ever made you feel this good. Not your first love. Not your last boyfriend. Not Henry during the lap dance. Not even King Steve.

"Who does it like me?" Eddie asks. "Huh? Who fucks you better than me?”

"No one," you admit as you wail, hands gripping tightly onto the throw pillow on the couch. You pull it towards your chest to hug it for comfort. It’s like you can feel Eddie in your stomach. “N-no one — FUCK — no one does it like you, Eddie."

He twists your hair in his hands and pulls you upwards towards him.

“Who does this pretty little pussy belong to?” he demands. “Hm?”

“Y-you,” you answer. “It belongs to you.”

A shockwave spreads across your body as Eddie quickens his pace, making sure to hit the spongey part of your heat with every thrust. He stops at the last one, making sure it stays there just a while longer.

“Oh, shit!” you moan, digging your nails into the couch. “Fuuuck, Eddie…”

“I know…I know…” he soothes you. Eddie sarcastically shakes a head at himself at the crook of your neck. “That was a mean one, huh?”

Tears well in your pleasured-filled eyes.

"Aw, she's crying," he mocks you before giving your hair another firm tug. "Can't take me, sweetheart? Can't take my cock?"

Eddie's words, albeit cruel, were deemed just for the moment by his reassuring touches. The delicate rubbing was all you needed to know that it was him asking, "Are you okay? I can stop if you'd like."

But despite being fucked out, you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. You wanted more, you needed more. To make up for all the ‘almosts’ that there had been. And there were a lot.

“Don’t stop, Eddie!” you chant. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh FUCK, right there…”

You feel him smiling to himself as he places you in a headlock between his forearms. With the newfound leverage he acquired, he pistons himself into you sloppily, a pleasure-filled groan escaping from his mouth as well.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie moans. “Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Jesus fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Suddenly he pulls out.

You whine at the sudden retreat, turning and staring up at him with disapproving eyes. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry,” his kind smile reappears, only to be eclipsed again by that same dark gaze. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He releases you to pin you onto your back so he can pound you in missionary.

As he pistons his hips into you, Eddie whispers to you sloppy somethings, saying how much of a brat you’ve been all day and how he’s nowhere close to being done with you yet.

You feel a euphoric stretch as the crook of your heels dangle over Eddie’s shoulders. He reinserts his fingers into your mouth to muffle your screams. The overstimulation of all your senses are sure to drive you over the edge.

“Wish Henry could see this,” he tuts. “He’s probably fucking his fist right now at the thought of you.

“Ah!” you whimper. “You’re gonna make me cum, Eddie.”

Your core starts to tighten and your walls follow suit, suctioning themselves tighter around Eddie as your muscles squirm and pulsate against him.

“Little does he know his best friend and boss is fucking your brains out instead,” he heaves. “Fucking drilling you into this couch hm?”

He chokes you as he sneers, fucking you deep with a pace so fast you’re sure you’re seeing stars. Was this really happening? The air fills up with profanities and the sounds of skin slapping together, wet sloshes accompanying said slaps. You continue screaming Eddie's name as your legs dangle in the air. Eddie cups your breasts for maximum leverage.

"So fucking needy," he comments. "Never seen anybody get so dumb over some cock.”

"Fuck," you mewl. This was it this time. His words are going to send you over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, I’m really gonna cum. FUCK, EDDIE!”

"I am fucking, baby," he smirks down at you smartly. "Daddy's got you. All you gotta do is take me."

“Shit,” you squeal. “Holy fucking shit, I’m cumming!”

"Take it," he orders. "Take it like the slut you are."

"Oh, god,” your vision starts to blur. “I-I’m Daddy’s Little Cumslut.”

"Yeah, you are," he agrees, kissing your tear-filled cheek. "Mine and only mine.”

And suddenly, your legs tremble profusely as your body gives out on you. Eddie fucks you through your orgasm, not seeming to care when you drench his abdomen and thighs with your pleasure-filled juices.

“Holy fucking shit, I just squirted,” you gasp.

“Fuck yeah you did, baby!” Eddie chuckles. He kisses your forehead one more time. “Fuck, I’m getting close too.”

And soon Eddie’s moans fill the air as he finishes inside you. You grind your hips against his and ride him from underneath, milking him of the last of his seed. Eddie’s dick twitches inside of you in pleasure.

Eddie shoots you a hazed-filled look, one of adoration and lust.

“I’m really gonna let you ruin my life, huh?” he says as he shakes his head.

“It depends. Do you accept the risk?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” he stares down at the puddle you two created have created on the couch. One mixture was already dripping down from the couch to the floor, and the other mixture is just now oozing out of you, now that he’s pulled out. “And did.”

You two help each other up from the couch and scatter to find the clothes you’ve aimlessly tossed around the room. When you’re fully dressed, you scan the room for some paper towels, so you can wipe away any evidence of you and Eddie staying behind long past closing.

"Might as well clock in," Eddie banters. "We've got a lot of cleaning up to do."

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[cameronsprincess]

Rafe x Reader who does like OF!? BUT rafe doesn’t know she does it. Like I can so see topper and rafe hanging out and she goes live bc she’s finaly able to be alone and top like being a subscriber to her and telling rafe about her and stuff yk? U can decide what happens from there but😭

warnings: smut! 18+ OF, aggressive!rafe, bimbo!reader, face fucking (i love this shit if u can’t tell), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on a livestream, reader calls rafe daddy once, degrading. i think that’s all?

note: this got kinda long and i feel like i’ve been working on it for months (only a lil over a month lmao) but enjoy! remember: likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

The sound of your soft moans coming from Topper’s phone had caught Rafe’s attention. He quickly makes his way toward his best friend, his mind going a thousand miles an hour at what Topper could have came across. His eyes go wide when he sees your body, dressed in the red lace lingerie set he’d bought you last week displayed on the screen.

“Yo, what the fuck are you on? That’s Y/N” Rafe snaps, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stares at his best friend, a wide smile spread across his lips.

Topper’s smile fades, a look of fear taking over his face when he notices the anger emitting from his best friend.

“Wh-What?! This is… This is Y/N?” Topper says lowly, eyes darting between his phone screen and Rafe.

Rafe shakes his head slowly, letting out a deep exhale before grabbing the phone from Topper’s hand. He clicks on your profile, seeing an array of pictures and videos. Your face was never shown, but Rafe knew your body, he knew about the birth mark you had on your inner thigh, he knew this was you.

“You- You’re fucking subscribed to my girlfriend? What the fuck Top!”

“Dude I swear, I didn’t know it was Y/N..” Topper replies, voice shaky as his eyes stay on his angry best friend.

Rafe exits the screen, tossing Topper’s phone onto the table before quickly making his way toward the front door, completely ignoring the apologies his best friend was shouting at him.

Rafe was furious. How could you not tell him you were on OnlyFans? Why were you on OnlyFans? He had more money than he knew what to do with, he could support you, so why were you selling your body online? Letting people see his girl?!

He was in his truck before he could even think a plan through, his mind only set on getting to your house and confronting the situation head on.

-

You’re mid livestream when you hear your front door open followed by a loud slam that made your heart sink into your stomach.

Rafe pushes your bedroom door open, his jaw tense and fists balled at his sides, he was breathing heavily, and you could sense from the tension in the air that he’d found out.

“Hey baby, what’re you-” You begin but Rafe stops you when he tightly wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing so hard your vision blurred, tears filling your eyes as he continued to cut off your oxygen.

“Why the fuck are you on OnlyFans? Hmm? Am I not enough for you? Need to be a fucking whore online for the world? You like that type of attention?”

You tried to speak but all that came out were strangled gasps, your hand clawing at his as you tried to rip his hand from your throat.

“I’m gonna fuck you for this livestream, let all these fucking people know who you fucking belong to, got it?”

You trail your eyes up to his, nodding your head as best you could.

Rafe releases the grip on your throat, pushing you back in the process. You begin gasping for air as tears streamed harshly down your face. You glance down at your computer, noticing the hundreds of comments flooding in before glancing back up at Rafe who had stripped himself down to nothing.

You bite down at your bottom lip, sitting yourself onto your knees. Rafe takes a long stride toward you, his hard cock grasped firmly in his hands as he slowly stroked himself.

“Set that up somewhere else, gotta let ‘em see how good I fuck your throat”

You quickly jump from your bed, setting your computer up on your dresser, giving a perfect view of your bed and rushing back to Rafe. You spit into your palm, quickly pushing his hand off himself and replacing it with your own.

Rafe groans, his head thrown back in pleasure as you slowly worked him. “Fuck, can’t wait to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock”

You place a soft kiss onto his tip before pushing it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his swollen head, the taste of his precum hitting your tongue and pulling a low moan from you.

Rafe gathers your hair into his hand, pulling at it harshly before he shoves your head down. You gag around him when his head hits the back of your throat. He begins to thrust himself in and out of your mouth, hair tightly grasped in his hand, “Fuck, so fucking good. Let ‘em see how well you take my cock baby”

He continues thrusting himself into your mouth, tears flowing quickly down your face with each push and pull. You place both hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself but Rafe uses his free hand to slap your hands away.

You feel his thrusts growing sloppy, hips stuttering, before he pulls you off of him.

You whine, “Rafe, wanna taste you. Please”

Rafe tsks, shaking his head as his darkened over eyes find yours, “Don’t think so baby, when I cum, it’s gonna be in that pretty pussy”

He situates himself on your bed, snapping his fingers and signaling for you to sit yourself on his lap with your back to him. You glance up to look into your webcam, watching as the many comments continue to fill the screen.

Rafe runs a large hand up your sides, large palms finding your bra covered chest and cupping at your tits harshly. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he continues to massage at your flesh, pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers.

He runs one hand back down your side, gripping at your thigh and harshly spreading your legs. His fingers tug at the waistband of your lacy panties, ripping them off your body and tossing the torn fabric to your bedroom floor.

His eyes flicker up to the screen of your laptop, a smirk taking over his face when he sees your glistening cunt on display, his long fingers toying at your clit and wet folds.

“Such a pretty pussy, and it’s all mine”

You whimper out a weak response, Rafe’s lips attacking your neck with kisses, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin and leaving deep purple bruises in their wake.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel two fingers plunged inside your aching core, his harsh upward thrusts making your hips jerk forward. He quickly grabs at your hip with his free hand, forcing you back down onto his lap as he continues to harshly push his fingers inside of you.

He places a hot, open mouthed kiss to your shoulder before sinking his teeth into the skin. He curves his fingers up, finding that spot inside you that has your brain short circuiting, toes curling as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on me using you on camera for hundreds of people watching”

A low groan falls from your lips, “Rafe, fuck feels so fucking good” You sob out, tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill with each harsh thrust of his fingers.

Rafe tuts, slowing his fingers down to a painfully slow pace, “I dunno. I don’t think I should let you cum. I mean, you were out here selling your body, my body, when I can give you whatever you want”

You feel yourself clenching around his fingers, orgasm fluttering, ready to rush from you at any moment, “Rafe, please! ‘M so sorry! Let me cum, please!”

Rafe chuckles darkly, “Fucking beg for it then. Beg me to let you cum”

You choke out a sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. “Please! Please let me cum daddy! Promise i’ll be a good girl, won’t ever do anything bad again”

“So goddamn pathetic” Rafe laughs out, his fingers picking up in pace again, repeatedly hitting at your gspot, forcing your orgasm from you in body shaking euphoria.

He helps you ride out your high before harshly pulling his fingers from you, bringing them into his mouth and sucking your juices from them. “Always taste so good baby”

Rafe quickly lifts you from his lap, tossing you onto your bed. “On your stomach” He demands, and you quickly obey.

You’re flat on your stomach, hands under your head as your eyes find your computer screen for what felt like the millionth time. A small squeal escapes you when Rafe’s large hands grip at your hips and lifts your ass up.

The bed dips in behind you, Rafe’s knees hitting the mattress as he kneels behind you. He lands a harsh slap to your ass with one hand while the other firmly grips at his cock, slowly pumping himself and teasing at your entrance with his swollen head.

“Rafe, please!”

He harshly thrusts himself inside, his tip hitting at your sweet spot and pulling loud moans from you. His fingertips dig into your sides, surely bruising the skin, his hips slamming into your backside roughly.

“Fuck, always feel so good f’me, so fucking wet and tight! Keep squeezin’ me like that baby, takin’ me so good, so deep”

You arch your back more, letting him thrust himself as deep as he could into your sore cunt. The sounds of your squelching pussy and Rafe’s loud groans bounce off the walls of your room, your inner walls clenching uncontrollably around Rafe’s cock, trying to squeeze out every last drop he had to give.

“R-Rafe! Gonna fuckin’ cum, holy shit, feels so goddamn good!”

Rafe slides a hand up the length of your back, reaching the back of your head and gripping at your hair. He pulls your neck backward, tears forming in your eyes from the uncomfortable position your neck was in along with the brutal thrusts of his cock. He uses the hand in your hair to keep your body steady, his free hand making its way to your face, fingers pushing past your lips and down your throat.

“Look toward the camera baby, show them how fuckin’ good I make you feel. Wanna cum? Wanna be a good fuckin’ girl and soak my cock?”

You turn your head as best you can, eyes looking directly into the camera. Your cheeks are stained with mascara, drool running down the sides of your face as Rafe’s fingers stay lodged in your mouth. You had a completely fucked out look on your face, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

You pathetically whimper when Rafe slowly pulls himself from inside you, slamming himself back inside without warning. “Go on, say it. Only I can make you feel this good. I fucking own this pussy, yeah? Say it!”

You choke out a sob, “You- You own me Rafe! You own my pussy! Only- Only you make me feel this good”

Rafe lets out a low and raspy groan, his dick twitching inside you, his warm cum spilling into your pussy.

He fucks himself into you a few more times, helping you reach your own high. He strokes the head of his cock against your gspot, making you clamp around him, your body going limp as your orgasm rushes through you, soaking his cock and your bedsheets.

He slowly pulls himself from you, his fingers falling from your mouth and letting your body fall flat onto the mattress. He softly lifts you up, turning your arousal soaked pussy toward the camera and letting your viewers watch his cum drip from your cunt.

He slowly walks toward your computer, ending the livestream without any hesitation. He walks you back to your bed, dropping your weak body down, his tall frame towering over your body.

“I want that account deleted tomorrow, and don’t ever let me catch you doing that stupid shit again, got it?”

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[theghooligan]

rindou’s audacity should never be questioned. my nasty little meow meow.

[miss-menhera]

FAIR WARNING: Oversharing thoughts about lusting over how Adam would taste like somehow turns into a ramble about how Angels ACTUALLY taste like. Messy brainless drabble.

(I am legimately mentally ill and an oversharer if you're squeamish I advise you not to interact with me cuz I always say weird shit, I am absolutely shameless and unconcerned by backlash and I associated borderline cannibalism with pure adoration so bear with me😭)

You know when someone is so cute, you go "you're so cute, I could eat you" yes? No? Either way I legimately could take a bite out of someone I adore. I know people get this urge with animals, so perhaps it's more normal than I think

So I was thinking about Adam's cock, and what his cum would be and what it would taste like,(I came heh to the conclusion it would probably be alot, so thick, hard to swallow and salty asf due to his diet) then if that couldn't get any worse I started thinking "What if I bit his 40 inch dick off the moment he starts boasting and saying demeaning stuff", AND then that somehow went into even more unhinged territory and turned into what if I bit and swallowed his dick too?

Then I came back to my senses and I was like wow, that would be kinda gross and cruel huh?

Then I also thought meh it's gonna grow back in like 3 seconds cuz he ain't human and he'd probably be all scared or incredibly mad, and I dont mind either of those options so it's a win-win no matter what, he could either fuck me with pure rage or scramble away leave me a edged mess.

Then I stopped thinking horny and my thoughts went to "AH I love him so much I could bite a piece of his arm off T- T" to "Hold on a second what do angels taste like.."

You know what guys? The cannibals were kinda based in Hazbin Hotel?

Like honestly I myself, kinda wanna know what Angel's wings taste like? I feel like they'd be like huge chicken wings, and also Angels bleed glowy GOLD? That can't taste like blood, what does that taste like? Their blood looks like shiny sweetsour sauce, what if fried angels taste like chicken tenders marinated in sweet n sour sauce. Adam is 11 feet tall and fat ast he'd be literally delicious and he could feed whole cannibal town for a week.

..I guess this means Adam isn't a dick, he's a cock heh.

No seriously what if I took a bite out of him? Then what? Who's gonna stop me? Salmonella? Nuh-huh. Is (fictional)cannibalism a love language? Can it be actively practiced? Should I take my pills? Should I stop thinking about eating men I like? What sin do these thoughts represent? Lust? Gluttony? Even if there's 0 malice in my words? Is this what they call girl thoughts? Should i stop? Should I go dry my hair? I think I should go dry my hair.

This will get me on some sort of blacklist and blocked by alot of people I think

[lumizwrld]

𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑴...

“ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ, ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ…”

( I had to do it, Rory needs his attention )

➢ Danny Cooper × Black Fem Reader word count ✶ 3.6k

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎ submissive danny cooper, slightly dominant y/n, stockholm syndrome, blindfolded sex, dirty talking, aggressive behavior, teasing, praising, creampie

✍︎ Summary = (If you watched Intruders, you portray Anna however cut her backstory out bc her shit was wild) With the intrusion of your home happening on the day of your brother's funeral, you decided to keep Danny in the palms of your hands, tied up in your bedroom left to rot his sanity away. However, you decide on how to resolve this situation in a way he nor you would ever conjure of... ✧

Your empty stare was lethal to encounter, how melancholic this home was, this feeling you were drained in, made you just want to take your own life and forget how fucked up this life of yours ended up being. How even friends made you think twice about everything now. There was no point in trying anymore. You tilted your head, lost in the gaze of your hostage struggling in the chair you tied him down to in front of you. Danny was like a little show to you, pleading, desperate to hear your voice comfort his agitation. Yet, you resented him completely. Funny to say how this wasn’t a friend anymore to you. A piece of dead weight you thought, his life meant nothing but pure lies. Nor his cries striking remorse to you. You could honestly laugh at this moment as his breathing exhilarated, mock him like a little child, and leave him to drain himself to death.

“Why are you thinking otherwise?”  Your heart bit at your mind. “What if he’s actually about his word and—didn’t have anything to do with this intrusion?”

“Y/N,” He strained, “I-I’m…sorry, I didn’t mean to cause this.” Danny really desired to hear you exhale a breath at this point, just to know he wasn’t alone, losing his mind. Yet, you still kept your cold eyes on him, his blindfolded self helpless from the tight grips of rope his wrists were bound to while his body and legs faced duct tape.

He looked unreal.

“Oh my god.” He groaned, dropping his head. “Please.”

You wanted to believe him, but he was so fucked up and the ball was in your court. You could do anything to him honestly, let him sit here for a couple more hours and tire himself out with the idea of you listening to him. He wasn’t leaving this home anyway. All the possibilities you contemplated. He wasn’t real to you anymore, setting you up like this, so why would he faithfully hope a savior would come and rescue him? He knew he was fucked. Why hope, Danny?  You finally rose, gradually sauntering around him like a vulture until you got behind. Like a body of water sharing kisses with fallen plucked feathers, your footsteps agreed with your quiet motive. But, like a cold breeze brushing his cheek, he sensed your presence. He lifted his head. “Hey…” He strained, “Y/N—”

“You're addicted to my name.” You questioned in his ear, hearing him gasp and observing his head trying to turn to you. "I heard your sorry excuse. You're funny Danny.” You asserted, grasping the top rail of the chair. “How many times have you done this sick shit?”

“Stop—I didn’t think this would happen, I would never...” He whined with struggles of breath, “Believe me, you are a friend of mine. Vance didn't tell me about this—I didn’t think telling him about you would cause this.”

“Who gave you the right to tell my life to other people?” You chuckled in disbelief, lurking down the side of his face and then into his ear once again. “I like that thought you have of me, I’m stupid right?”

“You’re not, I never thought—Y/N please, I’m sorry.” He gave up, tossing his head back as slight tears trickled down his cheeks. “Let me just prove myself to you. I’ll give you anything you want. I just want you to believe me, I’d never do that.”

“.....You went to his funeral, right? " You questioned, hesitant to hear him out. “What cemetery?”

“The…The cemetery by that abandoned school…I even took…photos for you…” He drained out, “I had a feeling you didn’t want to see that in front of you, feel that sorrow of him again Y/N….” You stood up straight, shivers surging down your spine and cheeks. I believe him but- you snared your eyes at him in doubt. You could sense the truth fly from his pathetic lips, but he then spoke out once again, his head turning behind to ‘face’  you. “My phone—It’s in my pocket. I want you to believe me, search my phone if you have to.”

You gradually began to find yourself in front of him, hesitant to touch him and fall for a stupid trap. You really did wanna believe his words but—you ended up placing your hands on the sides of his thighs, patting him until you felt his phone in his right pocket. “I wanna believe you, Danny.” You whispered out of your heart, “What’s your password?”

“17…59…3.” He spoke out.

As you unlocked his phone, you scoured through to find your answers. His photo gallery, his messages, even his search history. Typing your way on his search engine all the possible shit he’d type to ‘plan’ this situation out. You hated this feeling, you wanted to throw up. Double checking his messages, almost going through all of his contacts…You dropped to your knees, almost wanting to cry of your thoughts.

Danny was right.

He really was genuine but— a part of you wanted to still hold him accountable for his mistake. He called out your name, nudging himself forward but was restrained back like a whiplash. You didn’t even look at him, how you felt so bad but—you didn’t want to let him go still. “What happened? Y/N?” He suspected in agitation, urging himself still, yet you didn't utter a word and your eyes locked to the bedroom floor. There was nothing skeptical about him at all.

“I…” You exhaled, “I don’t know Danny.”

“D-Don’t know what?”

“I’m still going to keep you here.” You rose, discarding his phone on your bed. 

“Y/N?! Don’t leave me here! Please I said I’ll do anything!?”

Your hesitant pace of a walk, approaching him with your trembling hands going behind his head. You didn’t want him to see you, but you had to piece this all together. You slowly unlaced his blindfold but still held in place. “Close your eyes, you haven’t seen light in hours. The light is dim in here but, still.” As you took off his blindfold, you sat back down in front of him. You couldn’t bear to face him. But, when he opened his eyes, he scoured your frame, then roamed his surroundings.

A sigh escaped your lips after silence glutted the room, “Like I said, I want to believe you. But, you're too clean for me to just let you go. I can’t do that.”

“Why?” He whimpered, his eyes frowning upon you in fear. “I gave you what you wanted, what else do you want from me?”

“Is it true? What you said to Vance? ‘Even though--I feel like she doesn’t like my company I actually like talking to her. She’s so lonely, I feel bad that she doesn’t want to put herself first?’ I saw the messages between you both...”

“Wha-why would I lie?” He responded, “I know you think differently of me but I’ll keep saying it until it gets into your head.” You hesitantly gripped the hems of your dress, the black lace dress you were supposed to wear to the funeral you couldn't endure to attend, as well as this situation happening. “What else…have you said?”

He clenched his jaw, directing his eyes to the floor of the bedroom as you finally gained the strength to look at his face free from the cover. “...He was annoyed at the things I said about you, how I should practically just call you my girlfriend or something along those lines. How we were able to really connect, talk and not just a ‘hi-hello-how are you-yeah-here you go-your welcome for the help-bye see you next time.’” A faint smile grew on his face, finally glimpsing at you but made him withdraw since he didn’t think you’d look at him. “He said I was a sucker, and when it came to the conversation that led to this situation…I only told him which neighborhood you lived in, he found the house with his brother on his own.”

You parted your lips, “Oh…” 

“Okay I made a big fucking mistake, I know.”

“So,” You stood up, his eyes following you. “You really are genuine...”

He huffed out a smile, “...I do like you—”

SMACK!

A drastic, lash to his face that spiked up your ego. How dumbfounded he was, but you were spiteful. “You like me?” You reacted, grasping his jaw and meeting him back to you.

“W-Why did you do that?” He whimpered, troubled eyes trying to direct into yours. “W-Why?”

“You like me, Danny.” You asserted, “You like a girl like me.”

“What’s wrong with th-that?” He replied with a frowning expression.

“You have a thing for lonely girls? Girls who suffer and please everyone but themselves? What is that? A fantasy? A kink?”

“No I-I really do-"

“Danny…” You interrupted him by posing down on his lap, his eyes widening as his breathing weighed down at the sensation of you. “Do you like me still, even after I tied you up?” You could feel his body tremble, how he struggled to say something but didn’t have the guts to. Exposed shame, all he could was look down but that didn’t help either. “You had every right to do this, I don’t blame you for doing this to me.” He ignored your warm body on his, ignored sudden rushing thoughts that confused his feeble state. Yet, he disregarded why he failed to ignore all the said things.

“So if I decided to torture you, you’d still like me?” You wandered your eyes on his timid face.

…

“I..I did say…you can do whatever you want to me.” He hesitated slightly, “I know you still have that feeling.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say.” You reacted, his eyebrows rising along with his eyes. “Whatever.” You reiterated.

“I-I mean it.” He whispered, “I do.”

Hit him again.

Pull his hair.

Let him go.

Bite him.

Touch him.

Kiss him.

A sigh rushed out your mouth, what were you thinking? Ashamed but, tempted. What was it? How the air softly lifted between you both? How you didn't have to look at him differently but still keep him on ten toes? The way how he said what he said? How it made you feel? You bit your thumb, displaying your confused yet excited state. “Danny?”

“What?”

“Whatever?”

“Whatever.” He insisted.

You softened your eyes at him, picking at his tie with the bothering sensation you had. “Yeah?” You huffed, raising your body for him to gaze upon you. “Okay then.”

“O-Okay then what?” He questioned, hesitantly looking at your lips. “What are you going to do?”

“If I were to use you, would you still like me?”

“Us-Use me?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, softly smoothing up on him which made him gasp. He scrutinized down at your lower half, his body shifting at the feeling. “Would you still like me, Danny?”

He huffed out, “Y/N…?”

You whispered in his ear, positioning your hands on his fragile chest. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing–I um,” Then there you went, favoring the pace up to a moderate tempo.

“Talk to me. Don't be shy.”

“Y-Your gonna do this to me?” He quivered.

You traveled your hands up his chest toward his neck, “You're saying that but you seem to like it.” He soon held back a wince, unhurriedly inching himself closer to you.

“I...I meant it in a good way—” Danny specified, “You can't do this a-and have me all tied up like this let me go Y/N.”

“No.” You huffed out a slight moan, placing yourself just inches away from his lips. “You said I can do whatever I want to you Danny. This is me believing you, forgiving you.”

He finally allowed a moan to escape his lips, how desperate he evolved after what you said. He tried to get out of the ropes, but with you pleasuring yourself on him he felt defenseless. He didn't have the intention to leave anymore, his motive was to touch you. But, all he could do was fantasize about that, he could tell he wasn't getting out any time soon.

“Forgive me then, really forgive me.” He prayed, snatching a kiss from you.

Danny’s aggression turned you completely on, his passionate yet eager lips desiring to taste more of you made you sing in his mouth. There wasn't a lie there either, he certainly was fond of you. And to imagine, what he’d do if he was free from the ropes? That thought ran through your tempting mind, but this was your hostage and this situation was his mistake. He was going to take you all in, with no confidence of free will from his end. You retained your grinding pace, fondling his face with your right hand and the left grasping on his neck. How his hair fell back off his shoulders gracefully as you made yourself overbearing to him in the kiss, there was no hesitation coming from the both of you. His whimpers, escaping in between the bothering kiss—you separated yourself to edge him on, and a bitten-lipped smile was what you responded with.

“I wanna touch you.” He whispered, “L-Let me touch you.”

“Touch me then.” You giggled with apparent desire, observing him unrestrain himself but failing once again. “Put your hands on me,” You whined out in a tease, your left hand trailing down his body to his lap. “I want your hands on me.”

He groaned, “D-Don’ tease me like that.”

“I'm not teasing, I'm being serious.” You entreated in a mocking tone of his, grazing your hand on his erection.

“Take it out.” He rumored in your ear, “If I can't touch you--put me inside of you please...”

“Danny.” You moaned, deeply gazing into his eyes.

“For...Forgive me. Y/N. You heard me right? Do whatever you want, fuck yourself with me so you can forgive me.” He kissed you again, dissolving at your hands finding his belt. The way he looked at you when you separated from him, neediness glistening in his pretty eyes, his excited breaths escaping his tempting lips. He was eager, more eager than you.

"You like lonely girls like me, Danny..." You huffed, exposing him through the zipper of his pants. "You fantasize about me, I can tell." You whispered, soon spreading your legs wider to slide your panties out of the way. "I fantasize, when you leave after those drop-offs, how I think if there would be a day you'd touch me in the way I want you to..."

His lips quivered, watching you slowly place your fingers inside of you. "Y/N..."

You softly moaned, eyes locked into his. "Do things to me in a way I'd want you to. Danny, why didn't you do it to me sooner?" You soon gradually took your fingers out, grasping the tip of his dick, wetting him with your desire.

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“Pleasure yourself with me.” He deeply exhaled, his eyes pleading to you as you grinded on him in a slow tempo, his cock was deep inside you, kissing your walls as you embraced him tighter from the exhilarating pleasure. “I want you to.” He begged.

You wanted him free, have him revert the energy you were airing out but, for him to act so needy and desperately wanting to touch more of your generous body you didn't want to rid the fantasizing he had. You kissed him deeply, gripping his strands of hair as you could feel him thrust inside of you. Trying to put an effort the same way you were doing, but he felt like it wasn't enough. You soon began to lift yourself slowly, his lips opening at the sensation. “I know.” You panted at his response, dropping back down again in a riding motion.

“Faster.” He whined lowly, kissing your jaw as his fists clenched. “Faster princess.” He panted out a beg. You shrieked at that response, shivers rushing down your back while your pace picked up the momentum. Those kisses he gave mixed in groans, hearing him all close to you which bonded this moment intensely. You went close to his ear, forcing him to hear your erratic breaths. “Princess?” You recalled, holding in a moan.

“Y-You like that?” He questioned, trying to face you with his lips brushing against your cheek. “I jus’ wanted to see how that would make you feel.”

“What do you think Danny? How did it make me feel?” You finally directed yourself in his face, parted lips of his softly quivering. “Talk to me.”

Danny crept in for a kiss, “Made you feel…” However you backed away from him just to hear him finish. He whined, needing to feel more of you than just you fucking him and talking. “Don’ do that to me.” He groaned, “Fuck…”

A sinister but lustful smile grew on your face, “You feel so good, handsome. Call me those things I know you’re thinking about.” His head fell back, sensing your soft hand grasp the side of his neck which made you force him to look at you once again. Danny’s expressions were alluring, his trembling voice trying to respond but couldn’t resist your warm pussy fucking him. He was drunk from you, his endurance wasn’t lasting, you definitely could tell.

"Fuck me mommy." He strained, "Fuck me how you want it to forgive me."

“I wanna make this even more painful for you…” You panted with a kiss on his cheek.

"How are you gonna do that?" He grinned, holding back a moan.

And so, you got up from him, reverting a smile. With no words spoken from you after, he watched you turn and walk away from him. His little pathetic self, he thought you would leave him. "W-Wait don't go please-"

"Awe,' You giggled, approaching the bed and placing your hands on the thing he once had on, his blindfold. "You're cute."

He gulped slightly, leaning left and right to see what you had planned but when you approached him again, holding the blindfold behind you, he clenched his jaw. “What are you planning to do?” He quivered, soon feeling you place him inside you again but was caught off guard by the blindfold. You tied it back on him, whispering in his ear…

“I want you to fantasize, feel everything I do without seeing me do it…”

Danny threw his head back, “Oh my-”

“Feel it Danny.” You unbuttoned his shirt, beginning to ride him once again. “Feel me fuck you, I know you want to see me ride you I know.”

He moaned, your caressings, tone of voice, and the way you were riding him overpowered him completely. “Oh my god,” Danny exhaled, “Y-You…hate me.”

“I’m forgiving you.” You kissed him, subtly biting his lower lip as a whimper escaped your mouth. “Remember?”

You felt his body burst into relaxation, his cries sounding so pathetic in just the way you wanted it to be. He struggled to keep up with you at this point, trying to kiss you on your cheek as you ruled his entire body over. “I really am your v-victim.”

“You are my victim, handsome.” You grasped the sides of his face, looking into his blindfolded eyes. “Do you wanna see me?” You teased, kissing his nose.

“I wanna see you, touch you… I want-" He responded before moaning. “Wait-”

“Already? Danny you’re so pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic?” He whimpered, “I'm pathetic mommy?”

You tossed your head back in excitement, soon giving up and falling into his desperation. You yanked the blindfold off, hunching to his side and unbinding his hands free from the ropes, this was when you contradicted yourself. How quick Danny went to touch you, his hands roaming on your body as he attacked you with a profound kiss. His soft but rough hands traveled from your hips up to your breasts. This was truly his moment.

“Call me pathetic again, say it again to me please.” He panted, “Say it to me again. Make me do it inside you.”

“Danny.” You shrieked, feeling his wandering fingers travel down to your pussy. “Wait I-”

“Say it princess.” He begged, the tips of his index finger and middle finding your clit. He watched your reaction with a lustful gaze. Opening his mouth, mocking yours, he caressed your face with his free hand. “It feels good doesn’t it?” He questioned in his begging manner.

“Oh fuck.” You trembled, grinding your body against his cock and fingers. “You're so pathetic.” You finally gave in. “Do it inside.”

“You want it inside of you?” He expressed, tilting his head as he placed his thumb inside your mouth. He felt a hot, bothering feeling right after, hesitating on what to do as he reached more. “Y-You want me to mommy? Tell me how you want it.”

“I forgive you.” You sucked his thumb after,

“You forgi—oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“I forgive you handsome.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking at your lips. “Mommy I’m gonna—kiss me, fucking kiss me please.”

One singular kiss. A kiss he made lasted for a moment. His tight grasp on you, the unison of moans like a harmony. He finished himself deep inside of you. The kiss soon separated, his breathing trying to regulate as you wiped off the slight sweat he had on his flushed face. He soon smiled slightly, tossing his head back in exhaustion. “Fuck.” He panted, “That was…”

“Hot?” You questioned, slowly moving up on him as he winced, his body jolting up at the sensitivity. “I know…” You smiled.

“W-Wait—” He exclaimed, feeling your arms relax on his shoulders. He soon winced once you came down slowly. “What are you doing?”

“Did you forget Danny?” You kissed his cheek once more, eyes of worry displaying on his face as he gripped your hips.

“Forget what?” He whispered…

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“You’d still like me, even if I were to torture you…”