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candy-wasted.

john krasinski x male reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. with halloween coming to a disappointing end, what's a better way to end the holiday than to get candy-wasted on john's offer of his king-sized candy bar?

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. one-shot [ 6.7k ].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 halloween!au 〳 husband!john 〳 established relationship 〳 kissing 〳 sexual content: top!john, bottom!reader, anal penetration, rough!sex, no prep, breeding, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), pain kink, slapping, spanking, armpit fetish, humiliation, degradation, body worship, cock worship, over-stimulation, extremely hung!john.

“Think that might be the last of ‘em,” John said, shutting the front door and turning off the porch light. “Not a single Lydia Deetz, Ennui, Deadpool, or Wolverine costume in sight.”

It was Halloween night.

Declaring Halloween as your favorite holiday would be unjust to the true fanatics. More than anything, you loved the celebration for the atmosphere. You loved the smell of autumn coming into full bloom by virtue of artificial cinnamon and apple in soy candles rather than the fresh leaves withering outside. You loved driving by neighborhoods to see all the houses that had been decorated, fictionalizing a house-decorating competition in the process. You loved how spooky TV would get, from horror movies to reruns of old sitcom episodes that had a Halloween theme.

Most important of all, you loved taking your kids out to trick or treat with John, watching them outgrow their costumes every year and growing teary-eyed at the likelihood that they’d eventually stop having you and John come along with them in favor of their friends.

Even though you mentally prepared yourself for the moment, you weren’t expecting this year to be the time where your son and daughter would tell you that they would be sleeping over at a friend’s for the celebration. As if there was any option for you and John to protest too, it suddenly struck you how quickly they were becoming their own person, because they had already packed their bags the night before.

But also—damn you, for raising them to be so direct.

When John returned back to the couch, you glanced at the bowl.

“Do kids these days not go trick-or-treating anymore? We’re doing less refills than usual,” You took the half-empty bowl from him and rummaged through the assorted candy bars. “When I was a kid, I used to circle my neighborhood multiple times because I was determined to not end the night with a barren bucket. I also knew my parents would steal from my stash whenever I was asleep, so that was another incentive to prolong the pain in my little kid legs.”

You knew you were babbling and were beyond caring. From the smile John gave you, he seemed more entertained by the endless vault of childhood stories than the horror marathon you two had started since six o’clock in the evening.

“All those candy runs seem to be paying off considering your calves are the size of bowling balls,” John laughed, arranging your legs to lay them across his lap as you resumed lounging. To prove his point, he began unzipping your costume’s pant leg one-by-one, ventilating your ankles and calves finally free from the tight spandex.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the draft in the air chilled the sweat on your skin, then another, when John’s large hands began stroking and kneading at your legs. You probably should have guessed that John had other intentions in mind since his hands only traveled north, in which your calves were nowhere to be found.

But what would be the fun in calling out your lover’s extremely apparent advances? For a brief moment, you two sat in silence, putting the TV on mute because the marathon had run its course, but also to hear the sound of John’s hands, calloused, warm, and large over the plane of your body, exploring you and the ribbed costume like he was learning texture for the first time.

It had been quite a long time since it was this quiet in the house. You had to have accidentally said it out loud, or John’s telepathic abilities were only awakened on Halloween night, because he was looking at you like you had whet his appetite, hazel eyes cataloguing your body like it was a dirty magazine, lips bitten in secrecy.

“What’s on your mind, Captain America?” You let your legs wrap around John’s waist when he pulled you to sit on his lap, fixing his tousled hair with a smooth swoop of your hand, and affectionately squeezed his large shoulders after.

God, John filled out his costume so well. No wonder you couldn’t stop glancing at him throughout the night, the tactical suit made him look much larger and imposing—you couldn’t help but run your hands all over his body and his tight muscles beneath the fabric, the contoured lines of the costume was practically inviting you to do so.

“I’m thinking… the neighborhood is quiet. I’m thinking that the kids are preparing for bed, and that the parents are drunk off their children’s candy stash, which means you can finally take it easy for tonight, Spider-Man.” John’s smile was terribly broad. You could feel him fiddling with the pull tab on the back of your costume with one hand while the other was caressing the side of your thigh, nearing dangerously closer to your rump.

It was a cheap costume that ran for no more than forty bucks, which meant you could feel the heat radiating off of John’s palm.

“Take it easy? I’ve been taking it easy. I got my popcorn, some king-sized candy bars, a scary flick, a rather inquisitive man holding me…” You shivered when his hand paused on your right buttock and squeezed. “Nothing’s beating this right now.”

He began kissing your neck, his beard ticklish and feathery over your flesh. “Really? Nothing at all?” Both of his hands were on your rump now, massaging tenderly at the handful of thick flesh in his palms.

You must have indulged in the warmth and strength of John’s grip on you for far too long, because out of the blue, he began knocking the silence out of you with strong smacks to your ass, drawing out a collection of moans and grunts from you as he fixated on marking up your neck until your mouth was in vicinity.

When his strong palms came down onto your cheeks again, your lips parted at the right moment he would seize them, capturing your mouth for a slow, languid kiss. John’s lips tasted like a celebration. You could feel the crumbs of sugar from the fruit ropes he was eating prior roll off his lips and onto your tongue, flavoring the kiss of green apple. You moaned, gently holding at both ends of his jaw, while your hips grew conscious of how your body was reacting to John’s tongue invading your mouth, pressing your growing tent against his pelvis with slow rolls, pushing your ass out to meet his hands.

“Nothing at all, unless…” You groaned when the stinging over your covered ass was only heightened by the unrelenting grasp John had on your ample skin. If he wasn’t so busy tonguing your mouth open, you wouldn’t be surprised to find him tearing your costume into two within the next second. “You have something to bestow upon me?”

“Ever heard of a monster-sized candy bar? I got one that’s filled with vanilla cream for you, specifically curated to your taste buds. What do you think? I’ll trade ya’.” The spirit of Halloween affected him as he laughed into the kiss, the tip of his nose crinkling in effect and swiping over yours when he resumed in exploring your mouth.

“I think it sounds like a trick, you a con-man?” You lightly pushed at his chest to break from the kiss, then lingered to silently admire his well-built pecs. You weren’t sure if you were more turned on by John’s hard-work and dedication, or the fantasy of him as a superhero—saving you from your ultimate demise.

Regardless, your hips only rutted harder, swooping low to brush your erection against his, then raising them high, to grind your rump over his arousal.

“Keep moving your hips like that, and you’ll find the answer soon.”

An inquisitive hand of yours reached in between John’s thighs. It didn’t take long, hardly a millisecond, to find what you’d been searching for.

The mass in your palm was overwhelmingly large and thick. You felt your throat go dry when the weight of John’s bulge was heavy enough to unfurl itself within his suit, across his right thigh, and reach to a point of hardness where one hand of yours found it impossible to tame it alone.

You stroked the enormous print, focusing on the apparent head with your thumb, and then squeezed. Hard.

“Fuck, (M/N). Upstairs, now.”

As you sat on your knees, the scent of arousal filled your nostril. There was something enthralling about this position, being bare and naked on the carpet, while you were looking up at John’s hard cock through your lashes. He was already monstrous enough, but the angle from below provided insight just exactly how jaw-dropping his size was.

“I’m sorry I doubted you, Captain. What would you like in exchange?” Bracing your hands on his strong calves, you nuzzled the underside of his erection. You sucked in a breath at the smell of it. The heat and musk built from a long day of work, finally released out into the air, tickled your nose pleasantly and made your mouth water. “‘Three musketeers?’ ‘Butterfingers?’ ‘Hershey’s?’” You slapped his heavy cock over your lips, mouthing over the tender spots of his glans.

He had his arms behind his head, exhaling slow and steady, sporting an expression that told you he was the luckiest man alive, not that you needed that affirmation, as you held his cock tight around the base and suckled at the plump, pink tip. “How about ‘(M/N)’s Pieces?’ Yeah? Is that up for grabs?”

You could feel his hairy thighs tense up when you taunted him with the tiniest licks over his heavy, full balls. It was amusing, watching his cock jolt over your face—like they were envious of such half-hearted actions.

“You mean, the candy that would make a kind and handsome dad, such as yourself, turn into a ferocious beast of a man?” Holding John’s lustful gaze, you took a long and slow lick at the underside of his shaft, the girth of it thicker than the width of your tongue.

You felt complacent when he let out a hoarse moan upon pressing your nose deep into his cock-slit, inhaling deep. “Yeah, that one…”

You traced the prominent veins on his cock with your tongue—thick, pumping blood vessels that made him throb over your mouth with rage. “You know, you’d have to work really hard…” Between fondling and suckling his full sack into your mouth, you stroked his shaft and muttered, “To break me into pieces.”

It was difficult enough to maintain some semblance of order, but the taste of John’s sweat, blooming delicately and stimulating your appetite like an hors d’oeuvre, made you nearly submit as your knees felt inclined to spread wider, and wider, letting you enjoy your last moments before you’d yield.

You hoped you were distracting John enough, being caught in the middle of humping the air and fucking yourself back on some imaginary dick would’ve gave him the upper hand.

“I do—oh, fuck…” He choked back on a moan, the heat of your mouth as you suddenly slid his cock inside melted the composure off his face. His thick shaft strained, stretching your wet mouth uncomfortably. The chances of you taking all of John inside of your mouth was slim to none. You’d done this so many times, tried everything, from practicing with a dildo to enduring the tears welling, to get him down your throat, but your body wouldn’t give in—it simply couldn’t.

He was much too big for your own good.

John was large. Tall. Always has been, and always will be. His muscular legs were open wide, his face was slack-jawed from your tantalizing tongue, and even though you could barely fit half of his cock inside of your mouth, you were still in control.

You pulled him out with a gasp, nearly choking back on the spit pooled in the back of your mouth, and sniffled. “You do? You sure about that?” There was no doubt that the inevitable was going to happen. Gagging on John’s large cock was a given, but it was the messiness of it all, that made your cock leak. “I don’t think you can handle it.”

His cock was coated thick and heavy in a glorious sheen of spit, translucent pearls shining on the veiny skin. One hand was massaging his balls while the other was adamant in slicking him up until the weight of your own saliva was enough to weigh him down.

You temporarily freed John from your fist to slap his wet and large cock around. It was delectable, watching his giant tool swing from the impact of your smacks. Webs of thick spit occasionally flung to your face, as if his dick was fighting back against your horrendous taunts, but all you needed to do was tame it with your mouth again, and the reign on John’s body resumed.

“I am, and I can…” John grunted, his abdominal muscles flexing. You could see his toes curling into the carpet at the corner of your eye, swirling your tongue over the swollen pink head while the rest of his monster cock was being man-handled by your quick hand, tightly grasping to keep your hand from slipping.

“You absolutely sure?” Your words turned him on, his cock maddening in course as it spat out drips of pre-cum from the squeezing grip you had around his shaft.

The substance wouldn’t stance a chance against your urges, you eagerly went on to lap it up, forcing more of the viscous fluid to come out with competitive strokes to aid.

“I’m sure—baby, come on, enough—“ He struggled to contain his moans, arching his hip forward to push himself further into your mouth, but you wouldn’t have it. Instead, you reeled yourself back, slapping his cock once again as punishment, and remained at tip’s length.

You could tell he was getting frustrated, you knew of his mannerisms for years now. For God’s sake, you were his husband. His jaw tightened and his eyes leered down at you with sudden alert—like a silent warning. He exhaled sharply as if the draft in the room had infected his strong body with frostbite.

Nonetheless, you continued entertaining yourself, knowing the consequences—anticipating them, rather.

You tongued the urethra of his dick, welcoming every drop with greedy sucks, all while you hadn’t left John out of your sight for a single second. You could make John orgasm right then, you were so sure of it.

“You really, really, really sure?” Your smile was smug, feigning innocence while you mouthed on his thick piece of meat, stroking yourself to the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip.

John’s gaze immediately darkened.

He loved watching you slap his dick across your face. He loved being in awe at his own size, especially when you’d shower him in praises as you compared his big cock to your forearm.

I’m going to break my ass taking you, John. Holy fuck…

He loved having his dick sucked, point blank period. How sloppy it could get, how nice his cock felt when it was being slimed up with such pent-up arousal. You were confident that you were over-delivering in that department too because the lower half of your face was dripping in your own saliva.

“What’s the matter, big man? You don’t want to fuck me anymore? Break me into pieces like you originally wanted to? Think you won’t satisfy me enough?” You pursed your lips over the plump head, provoking John by the sudden languid pace of your wrist. “Answer me,” You slapped his large cock again, your own erection throbbing from watching John grit his teeth in sudden refusal to give in.

“Are you sure or not? Huh? Answer me,” John sucked in his teeth every time you smacked his cock, and you proceeded to hound him harder, narrowing your tone. “Your cock’s useless. Can’t satisfy me. Can’t satisfy a fucking flashlight with how big it is.”

“Ghoul got your tongue, or what?” You smacked his cock hard. “Your big fucking cock—” His cock swung. “—seems to be doing—” Pulsed in a fit of pique. “the speaking for y—“

A harsh slap cut your taunts short.

You let out a gasp, your hand instantly coming up to hold your cheek and tranquilize the stinging pain. Shock crossed your face, bewildered as though you hadn’t been anticipating his catharsis the entire time.

“Enough,” He pulled you up by the jaw to meet your lips hungrily, his large hands clamped tight around your neck like you were fresh carp farmed for hatchery. “You’re really testing me today, aren’t you?”

The kiss was searing, your lips volunteering themselves to be bitten and sucked to be forgiven upon the increasing pressure around your throat. Maybe you were still coming to terms with the slap, but it swallowed you whole nonetheless, rendering you incapable of producing a single coherent thought.

You whimpered softly, his resentment was beyond recall as his hands remained solid, one thumb looming over the center of your throat, “Hit me again—“

He stabilized you with one hand around your throat, squeezing tight, and let his other hand swing across your cheek, harder than previously.

“F-fuck!” You could feel your cheek blooming with heat, stinging as if a million of rose thorns had prickled your skin to poison you with its color, and you couldn’t have asked for more.

It was too good. John’s large hand imprinted hot on your face, and it felt too fucking good. You were branded, an extension to the wedding band around your finger, a reminder of your undying love for him.

“Get on the fucking bed,” John growled, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth, slow yet imposing, before sending you away with a gentle kiss on your stricken cheek, a much-needed relief you had been silently clamoring for.

The metal clanking behind you sounded like church bells, but you resisted the temptation of looking over your shoulder, fearing that whatever John had in mind, he’d strip it away upon your lack of diligence. You crawled onto the bed on all fours and anticipated nervously

At long last, you felt your royal throne crumble into a million pieces.

You suppressed an urge to swear. The heat emanating from a strip of leather when he struck your ass was bartered directly with the devil himself. Another peep out of you, and John would’ve banished you to hell to pay your dues to the fallen angel.

“It was cute, I have to admit…” Your body jolted when John muttered near your hear. In the time his hand was soothing your whipped ass cheeks, the other had a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back for you to look at him. “Seeing you think you had control over me, even going as far as to humiliate me and my cock—did that make you happy? Huh?”

“I-I don’t know—“ You struggled to find the words, your mouth parting instead to lean in for a kiss in hopes to distract him, but John quickly caught on. He knew you, very well in fact, yanking your head back harder to coax a gasp out of you. As John had expected, he then pushed a thick wad of spit into your mouth before pulling you by the back of your neck into your original position.

You shuddered, smacking your lips at the arousing taste of John’s saliva spreading in your mouth. You savored him, wanted John to last forever on your tongue. You didn’t want to swallow. You wanted to simply let his spit pool with your own and mix into the perfect elixir that would work perfectly as a muscle relaxant, something that would greatly aid you in taking John’s cock—knowing the likelihood that he wouldn’t be easing up anytime soon.

“Answer me.” Your eyes widened in a silent plea when John taunted you with the belt in his hand. Before you could moan out so much of a beg, the leather in John’s hand came down swinging at your buttocks and seemingly cut through flesh. In turn, your four limbs gave out from the electrifying bolts of pain, making you collapse onto your stomach from the arresting strength of John’s resentment as you cried out in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck! F-fuck, fuck, fuck…!” You writhed in bittersweet glory, choking back on swears and instead, what came out were delicious straggled sounds that made John’s cock uncontrollably pulse. Your hands roamed the bedsheets, clawing at the silk material in search for a physical outlet to release the tension in your body. “I-I’m s-sorry—“

His cock was near you, lubed up in a thick, alluring sheen. Maybe John wouldn’t mind if you held him. Plead for him to stop with lazy, but abiding stroke. You bit your lips and stretched over to grab him.

He lifted your head again for you to face him. You sniffled, letting the tears roll down your flushed face before another wad of spit would accompany them in their journey. “You’re not answering my question. Were you happy?”

Upon barely brushing your fingers over the head of his cock, you reeled yourself back when the belt came striking down on your ass again, breaking skin as repercussions to your hedonistic behavior. Your legs came up to kick back at the air violently, grinding out the pain by digging your swollen cock into the bed.

You had enough.

You needed John.

Now.

“Y-yes! I was fucking happy! Watching your large cock swing like that. Degrading you to the point where you were too ashamed to answer me. Abusing your pathetic tool because it’s too immersed in its own girth to know that I actually despise your cock. Should’ve seen the look on your handsome face—god, I could’ve came right there. All because I was in control. You fucking let me, you fucking delusional self-obsessed cuck—”

At breakneck speed, John curtailed you of your vigorous speech by shoving your face into a pillow, mounting on top of you with one foot pressing hard to the back of your head, and grunted, “How do you like me now?” Pushing all of his body weight to vault you out of an escape route, you felt his cockhead suddenly breach your hole.

“Holy—shit!” You sobbed at the discomfort, kicking your legs back as John pushed more of his large cock further in, adding onto the painful stretch of your unsuspecting hole. You felt his a palm on your ass, spreading one cheek open to aid the slide. “Fucking, more—Johnny! More, more, more—“

“There we fucking go, fuck. Look at that hole. Fucking swollen around me, and I’m only halfway in,” he licked his lips, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm as he loosened your raw hole with shallow thrusts, his cock pushing deeper at every rut.

Your body’s natural reaction was to propel yourself up for some air, but after the first turn, John instantly took both of your wrists and bound them behind your back, your back muscles squeezing in effect. When you pushed your ass out, his foot pressed harder like it had the power to bury you six feet under if John had no concept of restraint.

It was painful, all of this, your neck was hurting, but especially your hole, his unrelenting thrusts—but, be that as it may, you were so happy that you didn’t have to remind John to leave you unprepared. Otherwise, the pleasure of John’s large cock gutting you raw wouldn’t have overstimulated you, not to this profundity. Your wriggles only made John hold onto your wrists tighter, his heel press deep into your nape, you were sure it would be bruised by the next morning.

You felt so used, your body at his disposal. Your cock was painfully rubbing between your pelvis and the bed from the impact of his strong thrusts, but you were leaking and throbbing nonetheless, staining the sheets from the thrill of it all—of being John’s personal fuck-toy.

“Feels fucking incredible. Shit, baby—“ His cock was digging into you like an excavator, slow in its journey, but you could feel him sowing excitement deep into you, nearing the crown of your prostate with the grind of his hips. You clenched tight, gripping your aching walls around the girth to provide John an incentive to go at you harder.

Not loose enough.

He had to fuck you open.

And you were desperate.

The perks to being married was that pleasuring one another came second nature to both parties. Luckily, you led a charmed life, and John was here to bestow upon you your weekly demands.

He released his foot on you, but you groaned when he pressed his remaining weight on top of your writhing body. “If you’re good…” John panted hot on your shoulders, accompanying the abruptly slow roll of his hips with chaste kisses to the shell of your ear and the moist parts of your neck. “Maybe I’ll let you play with your cock.”

“Please…” You flexed your toes into the sheets when John nearly pulled himself out, thankfully leaving only the swollen tip in.

“No, I had a change of heart. Maybe, I’ll let you jack off until you explode all over your sweaty body,” you pushed your ass back to slide more of him in, but a hard smack to your ass nipped your oscillation in the bud. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’ll be good—promise…” you looked over your shoulder at John with glistening eyes and a sniffle, finding yourself frowning when he pulled himself completely out, and insisted on rubbing his wet cockhead over your raw, blossomed pucker.

“See? This is how it’s supposed to be—the natural order between you and I,” he sighed, giving into your desperation, and pulled you in for a sweet, lingering kiss after releasing your hands. A sigh of relief, you braced yourself half-way up with an elbow, the other hand reaching back to rest on John’s nape, and locked his lips deeply into yours, pacified by the soft fur of his beard on your chin.

His tongue messily swiped over yours as you both had intended to explore each other’s mouths. You two met in the middle, bridging each other’s spit from one mouth to the other. When a dribble of drool dared to leak from the corner of your mouth, John had incredible foresight and was already lapping it up before it could trail to the bottom of your chin.

“Say you love my cock…” John whispered, swaddling you into his arms from behind and carefully maneuvering your body on top of him as he switched positions, reclining himself onto his back.

Interlacing his legs with yours, John then pushed them apart with the spread of his knees, twisting his ankles over your own to lock you in place. He angled his hips to slide his dick over your taint, letting you wallow in the sight of his plump tool nearly curve over your throbbing erection.

“I love your cock…” You muttered softly, nuzzling the side of his kempt beard. The smell of bourbon vanilla lingered delightfully in your nostrils as you watched him from the corner of your eye, drooling when you caught a glance of his large cock spit thick drips of pre-cum over your balls.

It was fruitless to even try to attempt to close your legs, John’s calves overpowered your own by tenfold. In spite of your wish, John compensated by reaching below, trailing his warm hand over your ribs and stomach in passing, and wrapped his hand around your cock, slowly pumping.

“Say, you’ll be a good boy for me…” Brushing your hair back, John claimed a hold over the back of your head, raising his left arm to welcome your face into his armpit.

You moaned at the warm, musky odor. The thick hairs reeked of sweat. Salty and slightly spicy in your nostrils, yet you couldn’t help but inhale for more, breathing in the natural pheromones and making your cock dribble out ample amounts of pre-cum when the aroma of John’s masculine scent fogged your passing judgement, and had you licking at his pit.

John cradled the back of your head, quickening the strokes on your cock seemingly as a token of his appreciation while you buried your face in the bush of dark hairs, nuzzling and licking long stripes over the plane. It was addicting, yet embarrassingly filthy as it registered how easily John had reign over your freewill. Your spit gathered in the center of John’s armpit, where the hairs were grown the thickest. They were beads of your devotion, and you couldn’t have felt prouder marking your territory.

Your mouth watered and tingled at the ripe taste lasting on your tongue, then, when John suddenly tipped your chin up and spat inside of your mouth—you felt like you were in heaven, like your body wanted to crumble in front of him from the intimacy of it all.

He captured your lips again, and you muttered softly, “I’ll be a good boy…” You watched him with lustful eyes, anticipating his next move. His right hand had stopped stroking your cock in favor of massaging your tight balls, making you squirm with desire. When his other hand released his hold over the back of your head to toy with your perky nipples, the simultaneous pleasure carried a hoarse tune of desperation out from your throat.

“You’ll be daddy’s good boy?” He nuzzled your ear, kissing the shell of it.

“I’ll be whatever daddy wants me to be,” you slowly rolled your hips when you could feel John line his cock over your hole, lubing your pucker with the thick fluid leaking from the crown.

“And you want daddy’s big cock?” He rested one hand on each thigh respectively, spreading your legs farther by the aid of his knees.
 “I’m aching inside…” Your cock twitched upon feeling so completely vulnerable and bare for him.

“Then, let’s turn that ache into pleasure, shall we?”

That was all it took. A heartbeat, a single push of John’s hips, one strong stroke, and he claimed his territory. It was beautiful. Your silky flesh fluttered and clenched on his cock, and your eyes popped open wide when he slammed upward.

John ripped a glorious moan out of you. Your neck strained with beautiful veins as your attempts to bite them back were powerless in comparison to the spark of passion in John’s hips. You could see the very moment the fire flared in John’s eyes, his fingers gripping a mound of your thighs until they had turned white.

You were filled to the root, uncomfortably-so as John’s biceps bulged with strong veins on account of the bend of your legs. He capsized them, holding them back at the crook while he deliciously hollowed your hole deep with his monster cock, your feet dangling in the air from the pure drive.

It was a reminder. That you were his. That you were his only. Nobody could ever own you like he owned you now. John made sure those thoughts wouldn’t dissipate by making sure you felt every inch of his plump, meaty cock burrow in and out of you. John was adamant in making this more than a memory. He wanted you to wake up and sleep thinking about him. Thinking about his cock. Thinking about how brutally stretched you felt right now, and that you didn’t mind at all—because it was John, your loving husband. He would do anything for you, and right now, he was living up to his many vows of loving you fiercely, of completing you, of loving you forever and every day.

“T-too much, John—“ It wasn’t, you were lying—it was fucking perfect, but god, did you love making your husband feel powerful. You loved feeding his cock with arousal, feeling him throb harder while he pummeled himself faster into you at your spoken truth. “Cock’s too big—“

“I’ll make a cunt out of you, wear out your tight little hole until it’s leaking like one,” He growled. You cried out from unabashed lust, holding your legs back to expose yourself further, and John set the animal free at the depiction. He held your waist, dragging your unsullied hole through his hardness until only the tip was left before connecting the drop of your weight with a powerful thrust, punching into your prostrate.

“That’s what you are, right? My good little cunt? Just a good boy who can do nothing right, but take my large cock.” John gutted loud moans out of you, his gaze locked on your wrecked expression because watching you take his cock was equally as gratifying as sinking himself of you, down to the root. “Say it. Say you want daddy to make a cunt out of you.”

You were falling in love with this animalistic side of John. With the sensations he was supplying and overwhelming you with. Your cock was sure to agree, throttling as if there was a phantom hand stroking its shaft.

“I want—a fucking cunt. Want daddy to make a cunt out of my hole, please—“ You felt deviant, like those words shouldn’t have left your mouth, but it was all the worthwhile because John kissed you hard on the mouth, groaning.

Up to the hilt, John thrusted into faster—harder as you choked back on a moan and nearly gagged on his tongue. “I’m going to fill you up with so much of my cum, you’d be leaking for days.”

“Oh, God—“ You gritted your teeth, exhaling loud and hard because it was coming. Your stomach clenched and your balls tightened without the need of your hand.

“You’d be lucky to walk tomorrow, (M/N). You’d need my help walking you down the stairs. Even then, I wouldn’t be so sure if we’d make it to the floor. Knowing the prospect, I’d just take you right then and there, on the fucking stairwell, making your ass gape once again.”

“John, s-stop—I’m going to—“ Your eyes rolled back until John could only see whites. His words supplied you with the mental picture of the filthy smut coming out of his mouth. It came to you naturally—the smile on your face. You were broken in your state of reverie, dazed by the fantasy of taking John’s cock anywhere and anytime he pleased. Using you however his mind and body desired like he was now. Balls-slapping against your taint, sweat sticking your body to one another, pants and groans loud in your ear, the air thickening with the act of pure lust, pounding into you with no intention in letting you recover your breath. “S-stop, fucking coming—“

“Look at me,” John ordered you, panting.

Your eyes were heavy when you looked up, mere slits from the weight of your desires, heavily drugged by John’s poisoning rapture on your wrecked body. You pressed a smile against his mouth, making no attempt to kiss him, but to simply be in close proximity, pressing his nose against yours. He grappled at your hips, digging your insides with the weight of his large cock, piercing into prostate harder and faster as he took a bargain on your orgasm coming to a near.

You were stunned, the gutting you were enduring from John hitting you like a ton of bricks. You emptied your throat of sounds, the inner walls dry and scratched like the desert. All you managed for John was vigilant whimpers, any more forewarnings were fallen on deaf ears as you’d been knocked into a trance that melted your speech into meek garbles of incoherency.

It only took a few more seconds before your brain rewired itself and had your body floundering within John’s loving embrace, alerting you awake. With the help of John’s cock continuously assaulting deep at your prostate, you felt your body tense up, your hole clenching around pillar John’s pistoning staff to stop him, but he prevailed, breaching through the resistance, and slammed hard into your prostate once more, splitting your ass open and knocking the orgasm out of you.

John held your gaze, marveling over the ecstasy in your otherwise blown-out expression. His brows furrowed in utter fascination as your mouth parted open, only for your moans to adhere to your throat instead, blowing your load in agonizing silence. Thick ropes spurted powerfully out of your throbbing cock, splattering messily over your chest. With the buck of your hips, you graced your face with your cum-shots, additionally provoked as John used the strength of his heels to lift himself to meet you at an elevated height, fucking the cum out of you.

The sound that came out of you was guttural, transporting you into another dimension where you were caught in a whirlpool of toe-curling sensations. Rubbing a hand over your stomach, he could feel it sink in as you liberated yourself from your high, uncontrollably spilling over your pelvis in midst. Yet, despite your dazed state, your eyes never left his, provoking him to come inside of you with desperate, but gentle murmurs on his lips, as well as the addition of the ring of muscle spasming around his shaft.

“Fill my cunt up, make me fucking leak…” You showered his lips in soft whispers, finally releasing your grasp on your legs to stroke at his cheek. Squeezing, caressing, urging—for him to seal your hole.

On the drop of your legs, you squeezed them close together until your knees touched, confining his shaft between the clamp of your inner walls. You clenched hard when he was buried to the root, foiling the pace of his hips, and let your swollen insides bring him closer.

“Oh… shit…” John’s eyes rolled back, and finally spilled with a shudder.

His large cock jerked deep inside of you, and soon, you felt his warm seed fill you to the brim. You felt your bond with John transcend, higher, beyond space and time, with every pulse of his thick veins pumping cum deep into you.

Upon capturing John’s lips for a kiss, he circled his hips, making you moan languidly into his mouth. You swallowed every breath of his, swirling your hips against his own cautious thrusts in retaliation, gratified by the warm, thick coating of cum your insides were receiving, soothing your spellbound hole and stirring his connection to you.

“Didn’t hurt you too bad? Think I slapped you too hard.” John asked softly, gently rubbing a palm over your stricken cheek. You could see guilt in his expression as he brought you closer to claim your lips The moment was soft, the complete opposite of previous events, silent apologies to your mouth as John’s mouth was lingering, yet electrifying all at the same time as he sucked on your lower lip.

“You. Were. Perfect.” You warded off the guilt with a smooch after word, rubbing his chest. “I asked for it, you know that. It was fun, wasn’t it? Something different to spice up the bedroom.”

“Hm…” He laughed at your sudden eagerness, as if you hadn’t been debilitated from his cock moments prior. Tucking one arm behind his head, his other hand idly began petting at your head. He retired for the night with the shut of his eyes, contemplating on their newfound kink. “Let’s see how I feel when you’re the one slapping me next time. Then we can judge it accordingly.”

“Holy shit…”

“Mhm.” “I’m pulling out the dumbbells. Too late to go back on your word now, John.”

“Wait, now that you—“

“Not a single word, or I’m making you call me ‘Doctor’ as an early punishment.”

“We both know how this will turn out. I just need to pull my dick out, and you’ll be back onto your knees, no matter how much you try to resist.”

“I… plead the fifth?”

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[joyceyayo]

Her (18+)

Jim Halpert x reader short story by joyceyayo

Soft kisses land on my neck, and the lower half of his body rises and sinks into me. A slow and tender motion, making me whimper every time he falls and meets my skin.

A/n This is a 2020 rewrite ;) Enjoy :) Thank you sm to everyone who has added the story to the reading list and supported me through my sabbatical

      The camera follows us as we walk down the hotel hallway to our room. We're a bit drunk and laugh a lot at stupid things. I almost can't breathe because of his silly comment when he pulled out the door key. I let out a string of hums as the door swung open. The camera follows us in. Jim turns around and motions for them to leave. They step out, and I walk into the room. I shut the door behind us.

He touches my shoulder in a manner I didn't expect, slowly feeling it and letting go to continue walking. I'm very excited this time, like the first time we did it. I walk over to him to kiss him, but he picks me up and pins me to the wall. I feel myself get wet just looking him in the eye. He looks me up and down in a somewhat purposely degrading way. I give him puppy dog eyes, and he adjusts me to stabilize me. His soft lips touch mine and slowly move; I lose myself in them

'God, this night is ours. Ours to never think about her again.'

He slowly grinds on me, and his effect on me is embarrassing. Every time he rubs up against me, I have to roll my eyes back and curl my toes not to moan. He gives one more, and I try to stop my legs from shaking as best as I can, but I'm in pure bliss as I reach my high. I stop kissing momentarily and pull the hair on the nape of his neck. He can never know, though, because it's humiliating how that finished me. But he doesn't notice and keeps going, driving me crazy. I start kissing back again as I calm down. He lets me down, and I almost fall. he walks over to the bed, and I drool over his silhouette. I swiftly step over to the bed as well. He looks down at me and lifts my chin. I now have a unique angle on him. His face is straight, and he's looking down at me. He touches my shoulder again and pushes me down to my knees. My breathing hitches as he undoes his belt.

"Get your shirt off too." I do so as his pants slide down his legs. I try to hide my smile because he'll make fun of me. I pull down his boxers, revealing him. He unbuttons his shirt as he gets excited. I wrap my hand around it, and it's warm in my palm. I gently put my lips around the tip before sliding them off; he rolls his eyes back. I lick it a bit and give it some attention. I look up, and he's screwing his eyes shut and biting his lip, struggling not to move, probably because of the direct stimulation. I decide to stop torturing him and just throat him. I got him to moan. I look up again, and he's embarrassed; he pushes my head back down. I hold in laughter. It was so hot, though. He's vocal with words rather than moans. But I'm the other way around.

The only words I can remember ever saying during sex with him unprovoked were, 'Jim, right there!' it was the first time we were together, and he went on and on. The more I moaned, the more he added to the answer.

Other than words of encouragement like 'yes' and 'harder,' I moan.

'Aw, this the first time you've gotten good dick?'

'That's right, take it.'

'Don't fake it, don't do any of that porn shit' I didn't have to fake it.

He runs his hands through my hair and then wipes my tears-stained cheeks. There he goes again, with words

       "I like it when you cry like this." I struggle to catch my breath as he looks down at me.

      "Why didn't you finish?" I ask, and he lifts me from my knees. He proceeds to start unbuckling my belt. He kisses up my neck, gets to my ear, and whispers.

      "Because I'm gonna fuck you" those words make me melt. His tongue on my neck, his hands working on my clothes, and him leading me to the bed. He lifts me from my underarms, getting me level with his head. He lifts his leg by bending his knee and placing it on the foot of the bed. It's swift, and before I know it, he's on top of me on the bed. I take a breath from his lips to unhook my bra. When I do, I see his eyes closed, and to keep his lips occupied, he mindlessly drifts to my stomach. He finds himself going lower and lower, not being able to resist. He knows I feel insecure with him doing that to me... But this is somehow so persuasive.

      He slowly pulls down my panties and reaches up to rub my tits. I awkwardly giggle and try telling myself to resist, but I can't. I bite my lip as his hands slide to my inner thighs and pull them open. He takes his thumb and rubs my entrance; he slides up and finds the most sensitive part of my clit. Just the slight pressure made me cringe. He started rubbing, and I shot my hands to his.

      "Jim," he stops; he knew what he was doing. He laughs. He tongues it a bit, and I bite my lip. It's very intense but friendly. I roll my eyes back as he licks me open. I repeat his name, now in a different tone. I'm unwinding, and he looks up. I immediately start acting all pretty for him. He sort of senses my bullshit and starts going faster. I arch my back and grip the bedsheets, about to cry. he smiles into the licks and laughs a bit. I move my hands to his hair and start to shake a bit. He goes in one repeating motion until I reach my high.

I throw my head back, and my vision blurs. My mouth is open, and I'm not making any noise. I'm shaking while slowly moving my legs around, bending, and straightening them.

After I'm done, he slides his hands to my shoulders, hovers over me, and kisses my cheek. He smiles into the kiss. The kisses trail to my neck, and my mouth slightly parted. He runs his hands through my hair to let me calm down.

       He pushes the tip against me; it doesn't go in without much pressure, so it's kind of like a warning.

      "Can I?" He asks, and I nod aggressively, putting my hand on his lower back and pushing slightly. He gets the hint and slowly enters. He thrusts in and out slowly.

Soft kisses land on my neck, and the lower half of his body rises and sinks into me. A slow and tender motion, making me whimper every time he falls and meets my skin.

"Harder," I quietly whisper, and he delivers. I let out a closed-mouth squeak at the first hard thrust. His eyes are still closed, kissing my neck. I wonder if he's thinking about anything. This is when he sits up and takes my legs. He puts them over his shoulders while his eyes roll back a bit. It looks like his soul comes back to his body when he looks down at me with a sort of death stare; whatever it is, it's turning me the fuck on. I'm starting to lose my mind under his control. He smiles and puts his middle and forefinger in my mouth. I moan again.

"You like that, baby?" he asks seductively, and I curve my eyebrows and nod. "Okay, then say thank you?" he demands, and I tear up a bit from how hard and fast he's going.

"Thank you," I slur the words because his fingers are in my mouth.

"Good girl," he rewards, and I start to get stiff due to the knot in my stomach. I widen my eyes and look at him; he smiles and starts going harder than ever. He watches as my eyes roll to the back of my head "cum for me, baby" I begin to have convulsions when he cums, and I shake at the sensation. I relax, and he falls on top of me. He pulls out, and I get up to pee.

He follows behind me and hugs my shoulders from behind. I turn my head, and he kisses me. He starts the shower and leads me in after it gets hot. I reach up to his neck and pull him down for a kiss. I try to get more aggressive with it so he gets the idea. Before I know it, I'm being spun around so my back faces him. He pulls me against him with one hand on my waist and one on my neck; I'm always amazed at how hard he can get back to back because I can feel him against my ass right now.

"You want it?" I try to nod, and he chuckles a little. He immediately slides in and starts thrusting, using the placement of his hands for support and the water as a lubricant. No matter how often I feel him, it's always like heaven. The skin slapping is the only thing filling my ears other than:

"Is that good for you?"

"Mmm, you can't even speak"

"Aw, you want more?"

"Needy slut"

꧁꧂

Jim's pov:

Her eyes are closed, and she's lying on my chest. She stays still and winces a bit when she moves. I get worried.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I ask, concerned. She opens her tired eyes and shakes her head.

"No, just sore."

"Sorry," I say and rub her abdomen. She looks up and smiles before drifting to sleep.

My eyes slowly open to see her face. She's sound asleep and now lying on top of me. Her breathing on my neck relaxed and could put me back to sleep immediately. She smells like fresh-picked flowers, making me close my eyes and try to stop the thoughts. 'You don't wish it was her,' I think.

"y/n," I whisper. Her eyes flutter open, and her lips form a smile. I run my fingers through her hair. Her eyes close again, and she hugs me tighter. I tap her back and speak. "Come on, we need to get ready, baby," I say softly and sweetly when she kisses me. I smile and move my lips to hers. My hands are on her face as she gets lost in my lips. She bites my bottom lip and then gives it a peck. I'm just melting. I gently pull away, and she whines a tiny bit. Her head falls back on my chest

"But I just want to stay here with you." She whimpers a bit, and I rub her back.

      "I know," I say, and she looks up at me with lust. "But we have interviews." I let her down, and she groans while sitting up, and I laugh.

"I'll go get us breakfast," she says softly while walking to her bag. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You sure?" I ask while stretching and getting up.

"Of course," she says while getting her clothes out. Once she stands back up, I give her a wrap-around hug from behind. She giggles.

"You have the cutest laugh," I say, and she blushes. "What are you in the mood to eat?" she whispers. I kiss her cheek and huskily flirt with her.

      "You," she playfully scoffs as I kiss her ear.

      "you know I love you, but I'm starving, and we just showered before we went to sleep last night," she contradicts. I breathe through my nose and continue the small kisses, making my hands tender. I can feel her temptation.

      "Can we mess around just a little?" I ask in an animated, whiny voice while swaying. She turns around and kisses me. "I don't want to be all sore again."  I laugh and let her go.

"I'm kind of in the mood for a croissant," I say, and she nods. We get dressed, and she leaves to get food.

I collapse on the bed and think. 'Jesus fucking Christ, man, you're with a woman who's treated you the best out of everyone you've been with, and you still miss her?!' I'm a terrible person.

꧁꧂

She walks in the door, and I smile at her.

"Luckily for you, they had one croissant left," she looks at me. You look so handsome," she kisses my freshly shaved cheek. She hands me the croissant in the box.

      "Thank you, baby," I whisper, and she lays down. I turn and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tired?" I ask, and she nods with tired eyes and yawns.

      "You wore me out last night," she says softly, and I laugh and crawl over her. She plays with my tie, rolling it between her fingers.

       "Is it bad that I like that? I feel like it gives me power," I tell, and she grins.

      "Not at all." She pulls me in for a kiss by my tie, and I roam my hands on her. She pushes my chest away. "I'm hungry," she whispers with a smile; she's so beautiful. I move off of her, and she gets her bagel. We eat and get ready for our interviews. The perfect night, followed by an ideal day

A/n ty for reading :) Thank you to everyone who has added the story to the reading list and supported me through my sabbatical

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 20

starring: johnny storm x male reader x reed richards

request: Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

warnings: smut, cusring, oral sex, face fucking, unprotected sex, creampie, threesome, cheating!reed richards

with the whole building being empty it would be such a shame to not seize the opportunity for johnny to fuck you after not being able to for weeks due to the overwhelming amount of work.

johnny having you stood up as he fucked you deeply, he was spewing all kinds of shit in your ear "your ass feels so fuckin' good, i wanna give you all my cum so bad, i wish you could get pregnant" sometimes he was dumb but he was hot so it evens out.

but to the dismay of reed who was trying to get some sleep, but with being awoken by your slutty moans reaching down the hall, his cock hardening in his pants and after not being able to get off or have sex with sue in forever he was definitely complementing fucking you too.

but after hearing the way you moaned and praised the way johnny was fucking you he lifted out of his bed and walked to johnnys room, opening the door to see your ass getting plowed by johnny while standing up, but that didn't stop johnny.

meanwhile you were freaking out trying to stop him "you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get to fucking" johnny calmly said as he angled you towards a horny and sexually pent up reed, and what else could he do with a fine man like yourself right in front of him and an aching cock in between his legs, fuck you dumb.

he gives you a sloppy kiss before moving your head down to his crotch. bringing his cock out of his joggers to then slip into your mouth, his hands tightly holding your throat to fuck your throat like a sex toy.

"fuck it feels so good" he whimpers out, falling apart at the mere feeling of your tight mouth walls taking his whole length "i know right, got him all stretched out myself" johnny brags making your roll your eyes at his cockiness.

you mouth felt way better than that of sues, every night reed tried to have sex with sue she would deny him so after a few night of that you get a pent up man who needs to get of right then and right there and luckily you were the one to help him.

his thrusts into your mouth become deeper and harder as he closes in on his climax "shit can i cum down his throat" reed asks, wanting to make sure it's okay with you "don't worry y/n loves getting his holes used and cummed in, right baby" johnny asks to which your reply with a gargled 'mhm'.

reed gives a couple more thrusts into your mouth before filling you with his cum, johnny following close behind with his load spurting into your hole, filling you from both ends, lucky you, "thank you for that" reed says pulling out and putting his joggers back on.

"where do you think you're goin' you still got another hole to fill" you say panting and pulling your ass to the side and letting johnnys load drip down your leg, pulling reed back in, the fucking went on all night before sue and thing got back, you all acted like you just chilled the whole day but it was pretty obvious with that new limp you had.

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[heroesyoulove]

HEROES YOU LOVE. ( an independent multi muse for comic book heroes with a smut / erotica focus. ) mun is 25+ / minors will be blocked. muses under the cut. ( dark themes possible )

All muses are bisexual. I'll write m/f or m/m, no issues whatsoever.

MARVEL Steve Rogers / Captain America ( FC: Chris Evans ) Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier ( FC: Sebastian Stan ) Luke Cage ( FC: Mike Colter ) Danny Rand / Iron Fist ( FC: Luke Mitchell ) Matt Murdock / Daredevil ( FC: Charlie Cox ) James Howlett / Wolverine ( FC: Hugh Jackman ) Peter Quill / Star Lord ( FC: Chris Pratt ) Clint Barton / Hawkeye ( FC: Max Thieriot ) Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver ( FC: Aaron Taylor Johnson ) Scott Summers / Cyclops ( FC: Theo James ) Frank Castle / Punisher ( FC: Jon Bernthal ) Reed Richards / Mr. Fantastic ( FC: John Krasinski ) Johnny Storm / Human Torch ( FC: Jesse Williams ) Flint Marko / Sandman ( FC: Alan Ritchson ) Alex Summers / Havok ( FC: Alexander Ludwig ) Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto ( FC: Michael Fassbender ) Peter Rasputin / Colossus ( FC: Josh Seggara ) Remy Lebeau / Gambit ( FC: Fabien Frankel )

DC Bruce Wayne / Batman ( FC: Pedro Pascal ) Clark Kent / Superman ( FC: Henry Cavill ) Oliver Queen / Green Arrow ( FC: Stephen Amell ) Barry Allen / Flash ( FC: Matt Barr ) Hal Jordan / Green Lantern ( FC: Oliver Jackson Cohen ) Roy Harper / Arsenal ( FC: Richard Madden ) Slade Wilson / Deathstroke ( FC: Jason Statham )

[salbei-141]

A second chance (Emmett x reader)

Masterlist

Part 2 (Good girl, stay quiet for me)

word count: 2.7k 

warnings: 18+ age gap (reader is early 20s and Emmett is late 30s), eventual smut in part 2, angst, cult like stuff, allusion/mentioning of sexual assault, death, etc. 

a/n: I watched ‘A Quiet Place II’ recently and I’m feral for Emmett y’all, they knew what they were doing when they casted Cillian Murphy. John Krasinski doing God’s work.

Seeing as I feel like I have an issue of rambling to fit description in, I’m making this 2 parts instead of like a 6k one-shot - don’t hate me lol

Enjoy my loves

:)

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You’d come across Emmett a few weeks ago now - you think. There was no real way to tell time anymore; the clock on your watch still ticked, but you’d lost count of the days long ago now.

You were on the run when you had come across Emmett’s safe place - you had been with a group - only for about 2 weeks - before you realised you needed an out, and you needed one quick; it was a shame because they’d managed to find a fairly soundproof bunker - you thought you were safe. With that, you spent the next few nights sneaking about different storage rooms and searching duffle bags, until you had enough gear to survive and run someplace else. It had been a week in this new group when you started to hear quiet whispers between its people - you couldn’t quite make out what they had been saying, but the looks you’d receive from people were enough to tell you whatever was being whispered was about you. One night, you had needed to go to their makeshift bathroom - it was risky, but you couldn’t wait. On your way you could hear quiet murmurings amongst 2 people - it was the guy who had found you - Alec you think his name was and their leader if you’d call him that - James.

“We need to initiate her soon James, it's almost been a week - you told me to go find a girl, bring her back, and we’d initiate her.” your heart paused, and there was a dull ringing in your ears - what the fuck were they talking about?

“You better keep that mouth shut of yours, who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that”, James’ voice had venom seeping through each word he enunciated - he had spoken so gently to you on your arrival, something was off, and you felt your gut twisting with anxiety.

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” you could hear the tremble in Alec’s voice - he was scared, and it didn’t comfort you one bit.

“Look, we need another week, and then we will proceed with the initiation...we must follow the guidelines of the holy one Alec - she’s young and will be ready to take you when we are given guidance for you to do so. This cannot be rushed Alec boy, do you understand?” You had no clue what James was talking about, but it wasn’t hard to piece things together you were in the middle of some sort of religious cult, and you were chosen for some sick ‘initiation’ that you weren’t going to allow yourself to be apart of even if it meant you had to die.

“Yes Sir.” Alec had replied meekly.

Scuttling back to your bed, careful to make no sound as you heard the two men shuffling about, you ignored the need to empty your bladder and squeezed your eyes shut hoping no one had seen you.

Since that night you had noticed people were becoming more handsy with you, acting like they had a familial connection with you. Over the next week, you’d listen into conversations when you could, trying to figure out when the ‘initiation’ was. When you heard it was going to be at the end of the week, you had to make a guess as they had a single calendar in James’ office that you couldn’t enter. From the night you heard this, you had decided upon leaving the next coming night just to be safe - you had collected enough belongings and hid them outside in a bush one night when everyone was sleeping.  

It was the night, and you were trying your best to not appear jittery, but the reality was you were scared - you knew the moment these aliens or whatever the fuck they were invaded that the most primitive sides of people were going to be revealed - it was the sad reality of human nature. Going through the day with no issue, you were eventually sat eating some soup like everyone else in silence as usual - you had tried making conversation the day you got here and was immediately reprimanded - that should’ve been your first warning sign.

With the sun set and everyone in their makeshift beds, you lay upon your own, waiting to hear the quiet snores and breaths of everyone around you. You were probably waiting for around 2 hours before you decided you were safe. Since surviving for as long as you had, you’d become an expert at sneaking around, making no noise. Walking out of the room as you had done on several nights, you came to a set of stairs in the bunker and made your way up them, making no noise. Then came the door - it had been recently sprayed to loosen the hinges for when the men would go on runs, so it was an easy process too. Pushing it open, you were met with a harsh breeze of fresh air. Closing the door behind you, you crept to a bush in the far corner by a densely populated area of trees. Leaning down, you were careful putting the backpack on your shoulders. With a success, you took a hunting rifle you had stolen from the floor, hooked it on your right shoulder and made it through the trees.

Your heart dropped instantly - you were barely 5 minutes in and you found yourself on all fours, having tripped on a wire. The bastards, they’d set them up around the bunker - you felt stupid to have not thought about this, but you needed to pick yourself up and run as a shrill sound started to ring all around you. Suddenly you heard the door of the bunker crash open and there was shouting - they knew it was you, but you didn’t care - you could only think about running, your ears were concentrating on the beating of your heart as adrenaline pumped through your body - you couldn’t hear anything around you. That was until you heard it screech - was this it for you? Pushing your legs faster you heard as guns were shot - maybe or maybe not successfully killing those things, you didn’t care to turn around and look. Continuing to run as footsteps were gaining on you, you came across a train track and followed it up, noticing several large decrepit buildings - this could be your chance to escape them, and you were taking it.

Noticing a hole in a wire fence, you pushed your way through, not caring enough about the rattling of the metal as you went through. Unknown to you, there was a trap set up, similar to the one outside the bunker, and you yet again found yourself tripping over some wire, causing a clashing of metal bottles to go off. There it was again. The fucking screeches of those creatures. Picking your tired body back up, you made a beeline to the first building you could see. Halfway there though, you heard the metal rattle of the fence, turning you made eye contact with Alec.

“y/n get back here right now damn it! You ungrateful bitch, we were going to give you a good life you know!” he was screaming over the sound of the creatures and gunshots that were much further away - you were convinced they were going to attract every single one of them things in the country to your location.

Another screech sounded to your left, causing both you and Alec to turn. Without wasting any more time, you continued to the building with Alec hot on your heels.

“y/n I’m not -” Before the man could continue with his pathetic sentence, you heard a scream come from his mouth. You couldn’t find it in you to feel guilt, you were almost happy the thing had gotten him - you felt disgusted at the fact you believed he deserved it, but that was just the way of this new world. 

Getting into the building, still hearing Alec’s screams, you were praying it’d be enough for the creature to not follow you. Just as you were about to press your back against the wall, you felt a hand cover your mouth, and an arm trap you against someone’s chest. Fear shot through you again - they’d got you, they’d won in the end, of course they’d have. However, a new unfamiliar voice hit your ears as you squirmed in the foreign pair of arms, “Shush, follow me”.

Calming your movements, but still on guard, you turned to meet the eyes of this man - they looked tired, and kind almost, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to let your guard down. Watching as he quietly jogged through the building, you decided to follow him as he said to - you didn’t feel like you had much choice - it was either you follow him or you had a worse fate with the other surviving men of the cult, or the creatures.

Darting between metal barrels and concrete slabs, you came up to a drop - watching as the man jumped into the large pipe, you made no hesitation to follow suit. Landing on some broken sandbags, you weren’t given the chance to admire the room as you heard another screech emitted within the building. The man opened what looked like a vault of sorts and waited for you to jump in - it looked cramp, but again what choice did you have right now? Jumping in, the man followed and shut the door. The both of you were sat panting, heart rates accelerated at an unhealthy speed. As you watched the man open his mouth, your eyes immediately went wide - there was no way he was about to compromise the both of you after all of that.

“Don’t worry they can’t hear us down here.” his voice was muffled behind the mask he wore, but you heard.

Instead of replying, you looked straight in front of you at the wall, thinking about the last few events - still trying to catch your breath.

Hearing a beep, your head snapped up - you looked like a deer caught in headlights - every minor sound had you on edge. Watching the man stop it, he went to open the container, but not before you reached for his arm, “What the fuck are you doing?”, you shot him an incredulous look at his actions.

“We’ll be fine now, and if I keep it shut any longer we’re dead - it’s shut airtight in here.”, he continued to open the vault again as your arm came back to your side.

Your heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down, and you could feel the palpitations of it as the man exited the container. But nothing happened - he was walking about his room with ease - he looked relaxed. Taking a deep breath, you walked out too, standing still when you made contact with the concrete floor - you were safe.

“We can talk down here too, but only in whispers” You nodded in his direction, almost not catching quite what he had said.

Watching as he sat at a desk covered in drawings, you took the liberty to take the other seat further from him, but still close enough. You couldn’t bring yourself to take your eyes off him, and he must’ve known because he turned around looking you dead in the eye. Taking the mask that covered his features off, you felt yourself stop breathing - he was attractive, as attractive as a man could be considering the conditions everyone was currently in.

“So what was that out there?” he asked nonchalantly, leaning back against the desk, and spreading his legs.

“I was running.” your voice was much quieter than was necessary, almost impossible to hear, and your eyes glossed over - now that you really had the time to think things through, you realised just how dire of a situation you had been in, and how different things could’ve been.

“I see. They ain’t gonna come back here are they?” you couldn’t blame him for putting his own safety first - you were an intruder to him, and he had every right to worry.

“I don’t think so.” you inhaled deeply, musting up the courage you explain the situation, so he’d understand - you were worried he’d make you leave soon. “I think they were some sort of cult...they uh wanted me to uh go through with this initiation thing. I think they were going to do something to me...mentioned about how I was ‘young’ and uh ‘ready to take’ one of the guys.” you were playing with the slightly calloused skin on your hands, fearing his response.

“I’m Emmett.” is all he said...was that a good sign?

“Oh, uh I’m y/n.” you gave him one of those awkward smiles you’d offer to people you’d pass on the street.

You were just sat staring at each other - neither knowing quite how to interact with the other - you were 2 introverts in a room, and you weren’t going to be the first to speak up again.

After a few minutes of intensely holding each other’s gaze, you looked back down at your hands just as he spoke up again, “You been by yourself this whole time then?”, he was trying to understand how you’d gone for as long as you had out there - you didn’t look too old, so you must’ve had people before this group surely.

“uh I was with that group for about 2 weeks I think, then before them I...” your head started buzzing at the memories - what was going on? All you were envisioning was the death of your dad - neither your mum nor brother had even made it out of the house with a fighting chance. You remembered how your dad had stupidly dropped a bullet on the floor, you’d thought you were both okay - it was a silly mistake, and it wasn’t too loud. But you were wrong, so so wrong. You watched as a creature had jumped your dad and ripped him limb from limb as you stood in shock - hearing him scream out in pain between attempting to tell you to run, but all you could do was watch as the thing killed the last remaining person you knew.

Emmett furrowed his brows at your sudden silence, you look dazed. As he placed a cautious hand on your shoulder, he watched as you flinched at his touch - he felt a sudden surge of guilt, giving you a sorry look.

“uh sorry, was just thinking. I was with my dad before the group...he’s gone now.” you looked into his eyes, seeing the empathy he shared with you - he’d lost people too, you could tell. You wondered if that’s who the drawings were of.

“I...” He didn’t really have anything to say - a sorry wouldn’t fix things, wouldn’t make you feel better, so he chose to stay silent instead. He could tell you weren’t a threat to him, and against his better judgement he felt a sense of protectiveness over you now - he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

You think you had been sat there for about 30 minutes before either one of you spoke up again. “You can take my bed by the way, I think you could do with it.” he was right - your whole body had ached, and he somehow had a fairly okay bed down here considering the conditions you were all in. As much as you wanted to be polite and refuse, you found your legs taking control, and before you knew it, you were situated on his bed as he put some materials on the floor, so it was comfortable enough to sleep on.

With you curled up, Emmett started blowing the candles out one by one before laying himself down on the floor. With silence filling the room, you whispered a quiet goodnight to him.

“Goodnight y/n.” he quietly responded back with - it felt strange speaking to someone like this - he’d been alone for a while now. The both of you rapidly fell into the open arms of sleep, feeling secure with each other’s presence - you felt like you were safe here, and you hoped you were right this time.

[lucerothings1]

Someone’s been a naughty boy

This is not my photo it is Fwsfakes

John Krasinski x male reader smut

Warnings : gay sex, top John, bottom reader, oral, fingering, role play.

Summary: you get home to find your husband John next to the Christmas tree with your Christmas gift.

Today was finally Christmas Eve but it had sucked since you did have to work now you where on your way home finally excited to be at home with your husband John to spend time with him.

As you had pulled up to the drive way now you had received a text from your husband “Hey baby I’ve got a present for you come to the living room right away” he texted.

“Hey I’m in so what is this present of mine babe” you yelled out going into the house and closing the door behind you. As you walked into the living room you where shocked to come face to face with your almost naked husband sitting on a chair in front of the Christmas tree with a Santa hat and a small red cloth draped over his man hood.

“Hey M/n someone’s been telling me you’ve been a naughty boy lately is that true” John said seductively to you. “I guess if my name is on the naughty list and people are taking it must be true” you said going along with the role play as you started to undress your self. You didn’t feel weird since John was into this kinda thing so it wasn’t really a shocker to find your husband like this so

“Well since it’s true I guess I will have to give you coal this year and some sort of punishment” “why don’t you give me a different kind of rock this year Santa” you said now fully naked and on your knees in front of John as you ripped off the cloth revealing his hard as a rock 11 inch cock.

“I guess that can be arranged” he said getting a hold of your neck as he started to sink you on to his cock “yeah naughty boy suck that cock” he said pushing you down more.

“Mm you think I might get a present after all” he said to you as you moved to reach your aching hole as you continued to suck him off. “Ah-yeah you got a nice hot hole here boy” he said as he spit on his fingers and had begun to shove his digits past your entrance.

As he continued to fuck you with his fingers “Okay boy give me a minute” he said as he got up and laid on the floor and motioned you to get on top “come on you naughty boy ride me” he said.

As you got on top of him chest to chest as he grabbed you by the waist “Ah-yeah that’s it take it boy” he said shoving passed your entrance and right away hitting your prostate as you moaned not being able to form words.

“Yeah my naughty boy take my cock” he moaned in your ear causing you to get even harder as you got up and began to jump up and down on his manhood as he got a hold of your arms pushing you back down as he got your waist and begone to go full blast into your hole.

“OH-FUCK-K-K” you screamed by the pleasurable abuse you where endorsing. “YEAH TAKE MY FUCKING BIG DICK MY NAUGHTY BOY” he yelled as all that could be heard was the sound of his cock taming into you skin slapping skin.

“OH FUCK I’m gonna cumm-mm” you yelled as you cummed all over both your chest. “Oh fuck me to my boy take my fucking milk” he yelled erupting inside your hole as as you both laid there naked in between each other as you both had sexy 5 more times that night and again on Christmas morning.

[dumbnpoeticc]

online & looking for writing partners! 🧡

I'm a female (25+) seeking likeminded role players who are available and excited to write! I am most familiar with tumblr and discord, and consider myself fairly active — usually replying between 2-5 times per day, especially at night (est) after work hours

Please reach out if the below seems interesting. 🥰

Age Requirements: Please be 21+ and behave as such, or else I will block you. End of story.

Writing: Please be incredibly literate (with english as your main language). I enjoy getting detailed and usually respond in 3-5 paragraphs.

Pairings: Seeking m/f or f/f - I am open to writing as either sex. I love original characters and creating a world for them.

Themes: I'd like to build out a proper 1x1 storyline with our characters that allow for room to grow. I love smut & kink, as long as it fits into the plot. All smut is boring — please please please give me that slow burn. ♥️

Ideas: Stalk my blog for some of my favorite plots & I will stalk your page too! Let's pick something we both love and build off of it.

Muse Shortlist: John Krasinski, Sophie Turner,Glenn Powell, Margot Robbie, Austin Butler, Nicholas Galitzine, Jacob Elordi, Suki Waterhouse, Chris Evans, Sabrina Carpenter, Harry Styles, Cara Delevinge, Dylan O’Brien, Channing Tatum, Sydney Sweeney, Tom Holland

Last Updated: Aug 16, 2024 ✨

[nouearth]

ALAN RITCHSON.

♤ ── headcanons & drabbles

✩ the boy next door. [ headcanon | smut ]

GLEN POWELL.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ dancing with wolves. [ fic | smut ]

GRANT GUSTIN.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ love in the making. [ fic | smut ]

HENRY CAVILL.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ red right hand. [ fic | smut ]

JOHN KRASINSKI.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ candy-wasted. [ fic | smut ]

TOM HOLLAND.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ feel the rush. [ fic | smut ] ✩ till we see stars. [ fic | smut ]

ZANE PHILLIPS.

♤ ── fanfics

✩ teach me hard and soft. [ fic | smut ] ✩ till we see stars. [ fic | smut ]

return to masterlist.

[burgers-and-french-fries]

~Imagines coming soon.

Note: Please bare with me while I work on getting all these written and posted.

P.S: These aren’t in order of request which is how I try and post them.

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1. Jimmy Keene Ten tiny toes and Ten tiny fingers part 2. This is something I wanted to write.

2. #4 smut prompt requested on Wattpad.

3. Evan Peters and Finn Wittrock smut imagine requested on A03.

4. "Baby, we are the law." Jimmy Keene prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

5. "I need you to stay close to me." Taron Egerton prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

6. 74: "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Jimmy Keene prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

7. 134: "You'll be the death of me." Taron Egerton prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

8. 76: "Get the fuck over it." Jimmy Keene angst prompt imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

9. Richard Madden imagine requested on Tumblr by Anonymous.

10. Evan Peters x reader x John Krasinski imagine requested on A03.

11. Taron Egerton x Tom Holland imagine requested on A03.

12. Eggsy x Merlin medical exam imagine requested on A03.

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[queenxfthedxmned]

indie semi-selective multimuse roleplay blog. eighteen plus only. mature themes and tw’s include: drugs,violence,crime,weapons,alcohol,blood,death,murder, & occasionalsmut

guidelines & banned

This is a sideblog penned by Mia, age 28

I have am married with a toddler so my activity will range from slow-fast, however I’d like to think most of the time I’m fast

I will not interact with anyone who’s under 18 and preferably not under 21

If you are under 18 you’ll probably be blocked

This blog will not be smut-centric AT ALL, if you want to write with me just for smut, I probably won’t write with you

That being said, I will write smut on occasion if it fits the plot! 

There will be many mature themes on this blog from drugs, blood and murder.  I will do my best to tag them as such.

Other than that, I’m here to have fun! Don’t hesitate to reach out if you’d like to write :)

Here is a list of ‘banned’ faceclaims

I don’t really have any ‘banned’ faceclaims per say.  I won’t rp with any mun or fc under 18.  I won’t rp with animated faceclaims, cartoons, anime or anyone like that. Amber Heard is a given. There are some faceclaims my muses won’t be attracted to so don’t try to force a ship please.  I will probably add more but those faceclaims are listed here:

Charlie Hunnam.  Garrett Hedlund.  Ben Barnes.  Benedict Cumberbatch.  Matt Smith.  Logan Lerman. John Krasinski. Tom Holland. Chord Overstreet. Michael B. Jordan.  Alexander Skarsgard.  Mads Mikkelsen. Jack Quaid.  Victoria Justice.  Selena Gomez. Michael Daddario. Alexandra Daddario. Taylor Swift. Please understand that these faceclaims are not banned, but a ship will never come from a pairing with one of these facelaims. I also will do my best, but i find it really hard to write against faceclaims that i’m unfamiliar with.  I like to envision the character, and I find it a bit harder when i have no idea who the fc is. Here are some faceclaims that I LOVE:

Elizabeth Olsen.  Sebastian Stan.  Chris Evans.  Zoe Kravitz.  PETER GADIOT.  Oliver Jackson-Cohen.  Joseph Quinn. Victoria Pedretti.  Nina Dobrev.  Jensen Ackles.

[starboye]

"𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒"

Day I - Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

Day II - Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

Day III - Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

Day IV - Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

Day V - Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

Day VI - Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

Day VII - Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Day VIII - Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

Day IX - Tom Holland edging male reader so much

Day X - Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

Day XI - Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

Day XII - remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

Day XIII - rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

Day XIV - Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Day XV - bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

Day XVI - helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

Day XVII - cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

Day XVIII - Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

Day XIX - You want kinky? Musk kink, boot kink, choking kink, and of course knife play with Ghostface (whichever version) the ftm!reader fought back when GF tried to kill em, they all get sweaty and turned on so the fighting turned to fucking, Ghostface being Ghostface, he's all degrading, making the reader do stuff like grind on his boots, lick the blood off his knife and fuck themselves with the handle of it, all those good shit, what you think? Not too far?

Day XX - Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

Day XXI - Mike Schmidt x kinky male reader who introduces him to the world of BDSM. Mike being a sub top with a praise kink, breeding kink, pet play (like having a leash on him and such) and other nasty things! Maybe even a bit of edging, like M/N punishing him by cockwarming him without letting him cum for a good while, leaving Mike needy and desperate to fill his boyfriends tight hole with his warm seed😮‍💨

Day XXII- ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

Day XXIII- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

Day XXIV - Dom top Felix and bottom femboy male Reader where the middle of the night Felix catches reader in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo moaning Felix's name saying fuck me Daddy so Felix steps into the room grabs Reader by the hair and starts fucking his face with big cock saying you want Daddy to fuck you and while Felix is fucking the Reader's face uses the dildo to fuck the reader then Felix is fills the reader's mouth full of cum and make some swallow then turns the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking the reader on the bed pulls him against his chest grabs his throat and just starts fucking him as hard as he can with the reader screaming Daddy Felix spanking the reader Felix just filling him full of cum reader belongs to Daddy now then the next morning Felix is fucking the reader as hard as he can against the window of the bedroom

Day XXV - Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

Day XXVI - Logan howlette making ftm reader wear a bunny langire after his workout coming back all musky and sweaty all pent up and fucks male reader while male reader licks up logans sweat etc. Making logans smell kink and breed kink go off and fully breads male reader / size difference with Wolverine and an FTM reader. Logan is much bigger and stronger than reader and can pick him up, pin him down, and throw him around with ease and both of them go bonkers for it. Logan loves the control and power he has to play with reader as he pleases and reader loves feeling overpowered and in Logan's complete control

Day XXVII - sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

Day XXVIII- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Day XXIX - Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

Day XXX - rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

Day XXXI - James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

[astrochemiist]

❝ 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 𝐼𝑇𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂 𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝐼𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 : 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❞

— Neil deGrasse 𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

LIEUTENANT [junior grade] TIMOTHY CALVERT is an original Star Trek character set and made primarily for the AOS/Kelvin Timeline. Tim lives mostly into the depths of the science labs in various pursuits in astrochemistry, a variegated pile of pranks and off-color humor, being a thorn in the side of authorities speaking beyond the known laws of science and physics or those closed to the potential of discovery & imagination, and a predisposition to ice cream sandwiches; the new replicators make them better than everyone keeps saying.

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑅 ＆ 𝐺𝑈𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 ：

she/her or they/them , thirty+, eastern time zone

this blog is multi-ship, multi-verse, oc & crossover friendly, low-mid activity

for us to interact you have to be 21+

mutuals only for roleplay

no blog hoppers, please

in-depth plots, novella to para length

i am very plot heavy and advocate direct communication, if you aren’t about that - this is not the blog for you

i don’t follow for follow

triggers tagged ‘ • tw. ‘ and nsfw tagged ‘ • nsfw. ‘

minimal formatting, but please ask if you need any adjustments

i have no triggers and triggering content will be present here

basic roleplay etiquette and social decency/respect apply here

save the drama for your llama

not interested in writing a/b/o, p/w/p, incest, lolita-ships, animal and/or child abuse, smut based plots

this blog is multiship, but you have to really think about why you want that ship, because tim is also lowkey married to science.

this character was originally made to be an npc and provide comedic relief and has really started to take shape as a fully forming character; he does have an involved background/“secret” from his childhood and past, and that is something I would prefer that was worked out through plotting and evolution of the story, as opposed to just blanket laying it out here because it also won’t always be relevant for every character

wheaton’s law enforced here; don’t be a dick

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅 ：

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

names: timothy james calvert

nicknames: tim, clavert, but never timmy or timothy

pronouns: he/him , they/them

birthplace: redacted

birthdate: october 20th , 2230

age: depending on the era/verse ( starfleet academy or into a future where he’s an old man, etc ) i will write tim anywhere from 18 to well over his 70s, but probably featuring most dominantly between 25-30 somewhere within the 5YM

relationship status: theoretically single

sexual orientation: bisexual

hometown: boston, massachusetts

parents: james & charlotte calvert (adoptive)

siblings: none

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋:

height: 6’3

weight: 183lbs.

build: swimmer’s build, broad shoulders, lean musculature

eye color: hazel

hair color: light brown, often messy, combed and styled in a swoop to the right for formal occasions

birthmarks: none

scars: one, long, diagonal scar across the length of his back

face claim: john krasinski

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄:

occupation: lieutenant junior grade aboard the uss enterprise in the field of science, focused in astrochemistry

work ethic: tim could advance higher, faster if he locked in and set himself to it, and this happens when he’s set to a task be find enthralling, and does find challenges (both positive and negative) posed in the enterprise’s missions into uncharted space.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄:

residence: currently aboard the enterprise, but he does have a modest apartment in boston for return trips to earth

habits: chronic nail biter and leg shaker, taps (fingers, feet, eating utensils, inanimate objects being held in his hand and are capable of being tapped, etc)

hobbies: a fervent and long haul side pursuit to either discover or (in an even farther flung hope) invent his own element, the clown prince of work based pranks that toe right up to the line of reprimand…and then some

close relationships: incredibly close with both his mother and father, a great many aboard the enterprise particularly those in the science teams, a handful of people he graduated the academy with, and some aunts, uncles and cousins

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘:

early childhood 0-12: redacted

young adolescence 13-18: attended schools in boston, with studies that geared toward science having shown incredible aptitude and test scores in the area of sciences, and at 18 was accepted into starfleet academy with a focus in astrochemist, and side focuses in quantum and astrophysics

(this will be a continuous WIP)

CREDITS: header image made by @fasciinating, all other edits were created by me

[buckmepapi]

If one of y’all crazy motherfuckers even dares to write a Reed Richards smut fic where he extends his own dick with his superpowers, I will put my body into a paper shredder and become one with John Krasinski I stg

[tricksters-captain]

A Quiet Place 2/Emmett imagines - Don’t be a Coward

AN: This had been going through my head for majority of the movie...

Summary: *SPOILERS* Lee and Evelyn took you under their wing when the world went to hell. They treated you like a second daughter and so when Regan runs off, you demand for Emmett to help you find her. 

Pairing(s): Emmett x Fem!Reader, 

Word Count: 1,974 (Just something hot and short)

Warnings: *Spoilers for A Quiet Place Part 2*, Age gap relationship, Young adult reader (around 19/20), Smut, unprotected sex, angst

Having to leave the farm was terrifying but with being one of the eldest and the only other adult in the group meant you couldn’t show just how scared you truly were. 

Losing Lee had hurt almost as much as when you lost your own parents. You were very fortunate that the Abbot family had taken you in on that scarring day, not many people would’ve done that for you. 

Living in a small town meant that everyone knew everyone; your parents had never been the most social but they tried. You were thankful your father had befriended Lee, he couldn’t have picked someone braver and more caring to look after you. 

But now Lee was gone. 

Lee was gone and it was now up to you and Evelyn to find help. 

You had decided to go up hill in search of other people. 

But when you had finally reached your destination, you hadn’t expected to see a familiar face. You weren’t sure why you were expecting a stranger in a town where everyone knew each other but you hadn’t even imagined you’d see Emmett. 

Emmett was mostly an old friend of Lee’s but he had been your father’s friend too. 

When you first realised it was him, you felt a sympathy for him, he had lost his two boys and his wife but then he suddenly refused to offer refuge to you and the Abbots. That swiftly changed your mind.

You tried fighting against him but he was a stubborn man. Some things never change, you figured. 

Emmett was an attractive man still, just now with a salt and pepper beard and longer hair. There was something about his eyes that hinted to why he refused any aid. There was a fear. Something dark and painful behind them. 

It made you curious to find out what. 

You spent the rest of the evening trying to comfort Marcus so that he would get some rest and then you spent the remainder of it beside Evelyn and the baby. 

As the night passed, you didn’t manage much sleep before you were awoken to a frantic Evelyn and Marcus. 

“She’s gone!” You saw the panic flash across Evelyn’s face when she read the note that Marcus had given her. 

“Where did she go?” You turned to Marcus, jumping up from your seat.

“The sea. She said that the song was a sign to go to the sea.” Marcus snivelled, looking almost as worried as his mother for his sister. 

You turned back to see Evelyn begging for Emmett to go after her. 

Emmett refused. 

“I’ll go get her and bring her back. She’ll listen to me.” You whispered, trying to offer help but Evelyn didn’t like that idea one bit. 

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not letting both my girls out there alone.” 

“What if she’s already in trouble? The longer we argue about this, the further away she gets.” You snatched up your pack and one of the two leftover guns. Evelyn wasn’t fast enough to stop you from climbing the ladder but soon you were out of the hole and above the surface again. 

You only made it a few feet before you felt a large hand wrap around your upper arm. 

You spun around with a look sharp enough to kill. 

Emmett must've followed you after seeing Evelyn try to stop you. He silently pointed back to the hatch but you just shook your head.

You tried your hardest not to make a sound as Emmett began forcefully dragging you towards an old controls room. You planted your feet which only forced Emmett to snap around, making the decision to throw you over his shoulder. 

You pinched him hard to get him to put you down. He bit down on his cheek to stop himself making a noise as he threw you down onto your feet in the dark and dusty room. 

“You can’t just walk out there with one tiny gun and no map.” Emmett whispered just barely audible after he closed the door. 

The only light in the room was a small old window that was now partially covered from overgrowth foliage. The light cast shadows across the older man’s face, highlighting his strong features and intense eyes. 

“Why not? You weren’t exactly jumping at the opportunity.” You whispered back, folding your arms across your chest. 

The older man chose not to respond.  

“Why won’t you help us? What happened to you?” You asked after a prolonged silence. You were furious with the man. Your father had known him and he had been Lee’s closest friend, why would he refuse to help his best friend’s family?!

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” Emmett kept his frown firm on his face 

“What happened to the man my father once knew?! That Lee once knew?” 

“This world changed him, like it has everyone else, like it has you.” You were taken back by his statement. He barely even knew you. 

“It didn’t change me. I just grew up.” 

“I can see that.” You watched the man’s eyes drop down your form before returning to your face. You felt a fire erupt in your stomach but forcefully pushed it down. 

“Let me out. I’m going after her before it’s too late.” You went to push past the man to get to the door but he only blocked the way. 

“I can’t let you do that.” He muttered. 

“Then go after her yourself!” You tried to not let your anger get the best of you, trying not to raise your voice too loud. 

“You have no idea what it’s like out there.” His eyes were haunted but from what you were still unsure. 

“You’re a coward.” His statement had only made your frustration grow. If it truly was that dangerous then why would he let Regan be out there by herself?

A rustle of the bushes outside interrupted the both of you. 

Emmett stepped forward, closing his large hand over your mouth. He pressed you against the wall behind you, leaning to get a view out of the window.

The cold concrete against your bare skin was a sweet release from the heat of the man in front of you. His scent was overwhelming as he held you in place. 

You both remained there, fear painted across your faces until you realised it had just been a bird that soon began to fly away.

Emmett removed his hand from your mouth slowly. Looking down into your eyes as he did. 

The heat of the dank little room had already created a layer of sweat on both of your skin. The dirt and slick on the tan skin of the man’s neck didn’t seem to repel you but entice you. 

Emmett couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down to your chest as you tried to slow your breathing. He felt himself twitching at the sight of your breasts rising and falling in the dim light. It had been a long time since he relished in that passionate pleasure in life. 

“We should go.” Emmett tried to be rational, taking a step back from you. 

“Coward.” You muttered. The word was enough to trigger action in him this time. 

Emmett rolled his eyes, frustration pumping through him. 

He snapped back to you. 

Emmett met your lips with his, his hand gripping your jaw under your ear as he allowed himself to kiss you hungrily. 

You raised your hands to his hips, holding the fabric of his jacket tightly as you arched your hips against his. 

Emmett backed you against the wall, his hands dropping to remove your t-shirt. You helped him, lifting your arms above your head before reaching for his jacket buttons. You tore the thick coat away, revealing the dirty t-shirt beneath. 

The desperation to be touched had over taken any rational thought inside your head. This man had been friends with your father, you were meant to be rushing after Regan and you definitely shouldn’t be about to have sex somewhere you could be heard and then killed. 

Emmett tugged his pants down as quietly as he could and you did the same. Once you had completely removed your jeans, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and you closed the space between you once again. 

Emmett hooked his hand under your thigh and lifted one of your legs up onto his hip, pushing you up the wall behind you to take the majority of the weight. 

One of Emmett’s hands held your thigh as the other took his member from his boxer briefs. He lined himself up with you, edging your panties to the side, his tip rubbing against your already slick folds. 

Emmett let out a quiet groan in his throat making you throb with desire and longing. 

Emmett wasted no time, he pressed himself inside of you slowly. His hand immediately shooting up to cover your mouth as you gasped at the size of him.  

His eyes were dark, his stare intense as he filled you. You knew he was telling you to remain silent with that look. It made your stomach flip. 

He waited a moment after completely filling you. You started to roll your hips, mentally begging him to move, to which he seemed to get the message. 

He bit his inner cheek as he started to thrust in and out of you. Your fingers shot up to the hand covering your mouth and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his tough skin. 

Emmett winced slightly at the dull pain but continued, he thrusted deeper into you, your clothes managing to muffle a lot of the movement between you both. 

You wanted nothing more than to hear the man moan and talk to you, to continue this in a private bedroom where he could have you any way he wanted but you knew life didn’t work that way anymore. However, that moment in the damp and dark controls room had felt like heaven after all the hell you’d been through recently. 

You jaw hurt and you struggled to steady your breathing under Emmett’s hand but you ignored the ache of his grip as you moved your hips against him. 

You knew you wouldn’t last long at the pace and depth that Emmett was going but you had a suspicion neither would he. 

Emmett’s eyes dropped down to your breasts as they bounced with each thrust. He bit down on his lip and threw his head back, closing his eyes to try and control his climax. 

You absorbed every feature of his as you moved against him; his furrowed brow, the sweat beading across his forehead... 

Your stomach began to tighten as your climax stirred. 

Emmett didn’t let up, his thrusts going harder and faster as he too drew near. 

Emmett could tell you were close as your eyes squeezed shut and your clutch on him grew even tighter. The pain was bittersweet and a bruising would definitely show later on, something he might have to hide from Evelyn...

You were thankful for the placement of Emmett’s hand as you came undone. You were certain you would have cried out if it hadn’t been there. 

Emmett urged forward, biting down on your shoulder as he spilled his seed down the inside of your thigh. The pulsing of your walls around him had been too much.

You both stayed there for a moment, catching your breath as you recovered before Emmett tore himself away from you. 

You reached for your t-shirt and jeans as Emmett zipped up his pants. 

“We shouldn’t have done that.” He grumbled after a second of silence. 

“But we did.” You tugged up your jeans, glancing over at the older man. “Now, let’s go get my sister.” 

[satoru-is-the-way]

MASTERLIST

Canon x Reader

Stephen Strange

Let Them Go:

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockly:

Series

Mr Sandman Part One:

Mr Sandman Part Two:

Reed Richards

Series

The One Exception Part One:

UPCOMING In Order:

(May 27th) Doctor Strange-

The Sorceress Supreme

Summary: In this version of 616 the Reader is the Sorceress Supreme (instead of Stephen) and Stephen Strange was their former lover (he is the readers Christine) MOM SPOILERS

(June 3rd) Moon Knigth-

Mr Sandman Part 3

Summary: Picks up with the Reader, Marc(Steven), and Layla being in Egypt and trying to find clues to Ammits tomb. The reader is jealous seeing Marc close to his ex-wife. But Harrow offers her a temptation putting doubts in her head.

(June 10) Reed Richards-The One Exception Part 2

Summary: The reader and Reed develop a relationship and rebuild the Illuminati together as a couple. But can they live happily when the reader brings up Stephen every chance she gets? Reed is very jealous.

(June 17th) Moon Knight (Jake Lockely Emphasis)- The One I Want

(Bades on Alone with you)

Summary: For years the relationship with you and Jake had been rocky. He is your drug. The man you want so desperately but his line of work...Plus Marc and Steven only makes this relationship complicated. Will this ever work?

(June 24th) Stephen Strange x Reader - Isn't Lovely?

Summary: The reader and Stephen Strange have been married for years and had a child. However their child dies. Wanda manipulates the reader to work with her. How will Strange react having to fight the love of his life?

Short POV Videos:

Loki x Y/n x Stephen - Baby

Most likely small dabbles in between!

Requests: OPEN! Just ask!!

[falrytales]

open to: m/nb, 30+ muse: brooke holloway ( 20, psychology major / sugar baby ) based on: i met you on the sugar daddy app and you paid for my new laptop for school and the rest of the semester but now i’m home from college for summer break and what’s this??? you’re engaged to my mom??’

Brooke had gotten home from college late the previous night, hoping for the opportunity to surprise her mom in the morning after driving in a whole week earlier than anticipated. Still accustomed to waking up at the crack of dawn for 8 am classes, she padded down to the kitchen in nothing but a robe. Rifling through the endless contents of the fridge, Brooke settled on a yogurt before putting on a pot of coffee. She figured the smell would probably wake her mom up at some point. The creaking floorboards above her alerted her that the aroma of dark roast had done the trick and Brooke couldn’t wait to see the look on the matriarch’s face when she realized her only daughter was finally home. The blonde’s sleepy expression lit up as the footsteps clambered down the stairs and then into the kitchen. She nearly choked on the bite of strawberry Yoplait when she realized the face staring back at her didn’t belong to her mother, but rather the older man she had slept with earlier in the semester to cover the cost of school. “This is a joke, right?” Brooke deadpanned, eying the other wearily. “Like... is Ashton Kutcher going to pop out from a closet and tell me I’m being Punk’d?”