#just 2k words of absolute fucking filth :)

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finished the blowjob fic!

[nateezfics]

ATEEZ AND FACE SITTING

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, boyfriend!ateez, fem!reader, dom!ateez, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, dry humping, edging//orgasm denial, dirty talk//sexual language

WORD COUNT — 2k

SUMMARY — as the title suggests, face sitting with ateez.

HONGJOONG

hongjoong wanted, needed, you on his tongue first thing that morning. the moment his eyes opened and he gained his consciousness, the craving for you hit him hard. you looked so peaceful sleeping next to him, it was just too bad he couldn’t resist the urge to wake you up. he barely offered you any time to process before he was hoisting you up on your knees, slipping himself underneath you. he didn’t waste much time on undressing you, only ridding you of your pajama bottoms. he pushed your panties to the side and groaned at the delectable sight of your pussy, already coming to life with that slickness he craved so badly. he licked a long stripe over your folds and god, he felt like he had been starving for years. his hands urged your hips down until you were literally sitting on his face. he couldn’t breathe, but he was content. if he died like this, he’d die a happy man. your scent, your taste was all around him.

“mmh, baby, you taste so fucking good,” hongjoong praised between sucks on your clit. “gonna let me eat you out, yeah? gonna ride my face until you cum, hm?”

you exhaled shakily just as your hands reached out towards the headboard. “y-yes, hongjoong. yes.”

hongjoong chuckled against you before offering you one quick plunge of his tongue between your folds. “you’re such a good girl for me, and you are the most delicious breakfast i could ever have.”

SEONGHWA

seonghwa grunted as he fucked into you. his hands had a vice grip on your waist, pulling you backwards to meet him every time his hips snapped forward. his eyes were fixed on your ass, your pretty bum on full display for him with you in this position. he could also see your soaked cunt, stuffed so full of him and leaking with your arousal. you were close, and with just a few more ruts into you, he was able to push you over the edge. he stilled while you came around him, and willed himself not to bust as your walls gripped his length. your release fell down your thighs and his, and he couldn’t help but think about how delicious you tasted. suddenly all he wanted was your release on his tongue. seonghwa slipped himself out of you, and when you moved to follow him, he insisted you stay just like that. he did urge you to sit up straighter and widen your legs, and you were confused until his head was seated between your thighs.

“i just can’t help myself. i need to taste your cum all over my tongue, baby.” he lapped and sucked on your pussy, and the noises he made were absolute filth, but they only made you wetter.

piggybacking off your previous high, you were quick to near your second orgasm. you moaned at the overstimulation. “hwa, i’m gonna cum again…”

seonghwa laughed. “go ahead, cum for me again. cum all over my face, and i’ll make sure to savor every drop.”

YUNHO

there was something about the way you looked in his clothes. seeing you in any of his clothes made him feel slightly short of breath, but the way you appeared now, in nothing but his hoodie, had his cock stirring to life in his sweats. the material would hike up as you moved, leaving your panty clad ass on full display for him. you wandered around the kitchen in search for something to snack on while yunho watched. his tall frame leaned over the counter, eyes never leaving you, while you remained oblivious. yunho had the insatiable desire to be suffocated by your thighs and your pussy, and he was only able to remain still for a moment later before crossing the kitchen and taking you in his arms. you were confused, but let him lead you to your shared room regardless, having a slight idea of what he was after. you were plopped onto the bed, yunho following you shortly after. he situated your body until you were straddling his mid section.

“sit on my face.” there was no room to question him. he looked as if he was going to perish any moment if you didn’t do as he wanted. “fucking please.”

you rid yourself of you panties and hovered over his face. you barely applied any pressure, something he didn’t approve of. he yanked you down onto himself until he had a face full of your pussy, tongue quick to flatten itself against your folds. you moaned, hand reaching to grab onto his hair.

yunho devoured you. he ate you up like you were the last meal he’d ever have. he made sure to keep you in place, not wanting you to move even the slightest bit. “when i say sit on my face, i mean sit on it.”

YEOSANG

it was late. so fucking late. you both needed to sleep, but neither of you cared to pull away from each other long enough to find any rest. yeosang groaned when your hips rolled over his, clothed pussy grinding against his erection. his hands gripped your ass and urged you to do that again, and again and again. he opened his eyes enough to look up at you, so beautiful in the dim moonlight. he was enraptured, so absolutely caught up in the way you looked as your face contorted in pleasure. he wanted you to feel more, just so he could see you make more of those expressions. he pulled at your panties until you understood what he wanted. you let him pull the lace material off your body, and let him bring your body up to his face. yeosang kissed your inner thighs just as they settled on either side of his face. you sighed when his warm breath blew against your sex.

“my pretty girl,” yeosang complimented just before licking your clit. “my sweet girl.” his tongue pushed itself between your folds, toying with your entrance. his eyes were trained on you, watching the way your head fell backwards.

you moaned, hips rocking across his face. “yeosang, oh my god. that feels so good.”

“yeah? use my face, baby. use it to get yourself off. fuck yourself on my tongue until you cum, and don’t stop until you’ve had your fill.”

SAN

san was addicted to you. your taste. he wanted you on his tongue every waking moment. he loved having you straddle his face, suffocating him with your body weight, face full of your pussy. he tasted you until he was absolutely pussy drunk. he was insatiable. he sucked on your clit, eliciting the nosy pitiful moan from you. you tried to pick your hips up to run away from his tongue, but he was quick to bring you back down onto his face again. “please, one more for me. i know you can give me one more.” he kept attention on your clit despite your whines. your thighs were shaking from the overstimulation. you’d lost count how many orgasms he’d pulled from you, and san was too preoccupied with your dripping pussy to count at all.

“san, it’s t-too much…” you cried as you felt yet another orgasm building fast.

“one more,” he repeated. “one more for me. let me taste you one more time, please.” san pushed his tongue into, fucking you with it. he urged your hips back and forth, your clit bumping his nose in a way that had your back arching. you fell apart quickly after, spilling over his tongue and face. san lapped up every bit eagerly before helping you onto your side. he kissed your temple. “so good for me.”

MINGI

it all started when you made a comment about his nose, telling him how pretty it was and how perfect it’d be to sit on. mingi was bashful and confused at first, but the more he thought about being nose first in your pussy, the more aroused he became. he was willing to try to please you, but the moment your pretty pussy pressed onto his face, clit bumping his nose, he became the one who was pleased. your hips glided back and forth while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you, and your clit grazed his nose rhythmically. the pleasure was beyond what you imagined, and mingi had just found his newest passion in life. he was going to need you on his face just like this again and again. mingi groaned when you pressed your sex into his face, letting you use him to find your release. his hands massaged your thighs, and he adored the way they shook under his touch. you were soaked, he could feel you dripping down his chin, pussy drenched as you came closer to your high.

“does this feel good, baby?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. he smiled at the sound of your small whimper.

“f-fuck yes, mingi! so good. g-gonna cum on your face.”

“mmh, that’s right. cum all over my face,” he urged you, burying his nose in your cunt. “yeah, baby, just like that.”

WOOYOUNG

“uh uh, baby. can’t cum yet.” wooyoung laughed at your pitiful whine. he was feeling particularly devilish tonight, teasing and toying with you simply because he enjoyed it. he loved your pouts and cries, your pleas, the way your body shook from another withheld orgasm. your cunt dripped above his face, so red and swollen and pretty. wooyoung could’ve lied there for hours, just admiring your sex and and the way you looked above him. of course he was going to give you what you wanted, but he wanted to drag it out as long as possible. he blew on your pussy, his breath cool against your heat, making your thighs shiver and goosebumps erupt on your skin. “oh, such a sensitive baby.”

you tried to sink onto his face further to feel some sort of friction, but his hands kept you in place. “wooyoung, please, let me cum.”

wooyoung smirked. “you wanna cum?” his tongued pressed into your clit and your reaction was immediate. he lapped and sucked until you were at the edge again. but before you could finally tip over, he pulled his mouth off of you. he laughed again when you cried. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll let you cum, but i’m not done playing yet.”

JONGHO

jongho’s thoughts were anything but innocent. with the way you looked in that dress, all of his thoughts were centered around getting you out of it. you sat across the dinner table, looking absolutely ravishing and completely aware of the state your boyfriend was in. with a smirk, you revealed to him that you just so happened to be wearing nothing underneath your dress. you enjoyed the firm set of his jaw and the way his grip tightened around his wine glass. it didn’t make much longer to finish dinner, jongho swiftly escorting you to your shared home. your dress was off the second you crossed your front door; there was no gentleness in the way he ripped it off you, but you barely had time to complain about the state of your dress before you were picked up and carried to the bedroom. jongho was quick to flip the two of you until you were on top and straddling his face. “you’re such a little slut, not wearing anything under your dress. is that what you wanted, hm? to get me all riled up like this?”

you moaned as your pussy made contact with his eager tongue. you smiled as he began to ravish you, enjoying the pleasure and the way your boyfriend seemed to lack any ounce of self control. you loved when he was like this. “yes,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as you succumbed to the pleasure. “and i am a slut, i’m your slut.”

jongho groaned. “that’s right. you are my slut,” he sucked on your clit. “now be a good slut for me and cum on my face.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — been meaning to do this forever;; the way i feel like every single member of ateez would be absolutely in love with their partner sitting on their face 😫 they’d eat that shit up (heheh😏)

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I Want to Watch (Part 4)

Pairing: Wooyoung x reader x Yunho Word Count: 2K Genre: Absolute Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

Wooyoung decides that maybe he needs to add a few new things onto his list of kinks that need to be explored and he knows exactly who to invite.

Wooyoung had surprised you by taking you to dinner, encouraging you to dress up in a slinky little mini dress that you only ever wore when you were out with him because you knew it drove him crazy. The whole date had been wonderful: the food, the atmosphere but particularly the drinks. You hardly ever had much to drink since it would often go straight to your head but Wooyoung had been so romantic that you were just a little swept up in the moment. 

As soon as you were through the door however your romantic boyfriend turned into a fiend backing you up against the lounge room wall one hand holding your hips against him the other in your hair tilting your head back to claim your lips. His soft lips molding against yours, his tongue eagerly licked into your mouth making you sigh in pleasure. Kissing his way to your neck he stopped only when he heard the knock on the front door.

“Thought maybe we could try something a little different tonight baby” he purred, detangling himself from you and walking towards the door not even bothering to hide his hard length. Moving away from the wall you waited with baited breath to see who Wooyoung had invited this time which only made you press your thighs together tightly in anticipation.

“Remember baby you can always say no” Wooyoung smirked as he stepped back into the room Yunho hot on his heels making you swallow hard.

“You look like a goddess.” Yunho whispered reverently as he checked you out, unintentionally wetting his lower lip with his tongue.

“Hi Yuyu” you smiled, biting your lip as you began to wonder just what was hiding under the baggy jeans he was wearing. Instantly picturing him fucking you so hard you would be able to feel him in your throat as your thighs began to stick together due to your suddenly soaking folds.

“So is that a yes baby?” Wooyoung teased softly “Because you need to use your words remember?”.

“Yes Woo” you whispered, your breath catching as Yunho stepped towards you, his height suddenly making you feel so much smaller than you were.

“Can I touch you tiny?” Yunho murmured his hand hovering by your waist.

“Yes Yuyu” you breathed out feeling hypnotized by his warm chocolate eyes.

“Just try not to break her Yunho” Wooyoung smirked devilishly which Yunho mirrored.

“I cant promise you anything” Yunho laughed darkly lowering his head to capture your lips. His plump lips warm against yours as his tongue traced the seam of your lips before delving into your mouth to massage your own. 

“Shit you look so small baby” Wooyoung purred watching Yunho’s large hands take your wait in his grip slowly grazing them across your body while you whimpered softly. Yunho chuckled darkly the vibrations passing through his chest into you, pulling you into his arms and moving to kiss your exposed neck and shoulders. 

“Fuck, can I mark her?” Yunho asked looking over at Wooyoung who shrugged and gestured to you.

“Please Yuyu, please mark me up” you gasped, his teeth already scraping against your shoulder. His deep growl going straight to your core making it ache for him, scooping you up he carried you towards Wooyoung’s room, sitting himself on the bed with you straddling his lap while he stripped the top half of your dress down to your waist. 

“God you are going to look so good stuffed with my cock” Yunho rasped, hitching your skirt up over your arse. His long limbs made it easy for him to reach his arm over your thigh to stroke your already exposed pussy with his long fingers.

“Holy fuck baby, did you really go out in that dress commando?” Wooyoung grunted lowly, his voice sounding dazed as your juices began coating Yunho’s fingertips as his hand lazily dragged up and down his own hard cock.

“Was a surprise for you Wooyo” you breathlessly mumbled, your wet slit almost dripping onto Yunho’s hand and thighs.

“Such a sweet little thing” Yunho cooed seductively “how about we give your loving boyfriend a little show tiny?”. He waited for you to nod before easily picking you up and turning you so you Wooyoung could enjoy the view, your dress bunched around your waist and your legs dangling over Yunho’s to keep you spread wide for them both to enjoy. Agonizingly slowly Yunho traced two of his fingers along your folds teasingly missing everywhere you needed him, you began wiggling slightly as you tried to buck your hips to chase his fingers making him chuckle.

“You need to be a good girl baby, show Yunho how well you can take care of him” Wooyoung warned, making you stop moving instantly and let Yunho do what he wanted.

“So obedient tiny” Yunho hummed into your ear leaning down to connect his lips to the column of your “I’m going to ruin you”. He sank one perfect finger into you making your jaw drop in a silent moan sliding it effortlessly against your wet warm walls reaching further than you or Wooyoung ever had.

“Shit Yuyu” you gasped, his thumb finding your clit stroking and pressing gently until your head fell back against his hard chest. He added a second finger stretching you more than you were expecting another wave of wetness covered his fingers as he pumped them gently into you.

“Fuck you are so tight tiny, need to stretch you out before I fuck you” Yunho groaned feeling your walls tighten around him as soon as he mentioned fucking you. “Good girl”.

“You like that baby? You like Yunho’s fingers in your pretty little pussy?” Wooyoung mocked huskily eyes glued to where Yunho’s fingers were disappearing inside you.

“Yes Woo love Yuyu’s fingers” you wailed feeling the third finger sink knuckle deep into you opening you up for him as he pumped them faster inside you his thumb flicking harshly against your clit “Yuyu… close… Yuyu” your voice rising higher and higher as the fire in your core started to flood through your veins.

“You going to cum for me tiny? Gonna cum on my fingers then my cock?” Yunho growled nipping at your shoulder and neck soothing each one with his tongue before he moved to the next spot.

“Yes… Yunho…. Yes… want your cock too” you cried as your pleasure exploded making you see stars and moan pornographically, his fingers kept pumping you through your orgasm making you quickly fall into a second one, your slick dripping from you all over Yunho as your vision darkened.

“Fuck, she squirts, that it the hottest thing I’ve even seen” Yunho groaned loudly pulling his finger from you and stuffing them in your mouth to suck on your tongue swirling around them to clean them thoroughly before letting them fall from your lips.

“Oh yeah my girl is incredible” Wooyoung grinned as your eyes came back into focus on his face, your chest heaving as you struggled for breath. Yunho gently moved your arms helping to pull your dress off you completely before laying you on the bed to rest as he undressed himself. Your eyes widening as you finally saw his large cock spring free of his boxers.

“We can stop, tiny” Yunho whispered, running his hand through your hair sweetly as you sat up and took a deep breath.

“I want it” you murmured licking your lips and making both men groan softly and you crawled back towards Yunho.

“Fuck tiny you are amazing” Yunho smiled helping you back into his lap your eyes meeting Wooyoung’s as he placed you back in his lap. “Now you are going to show Wooyoung exactly what getting fucked by a real dick looks like”. Mewling at his words you let him lower your hips until the head of his cock brushed your entrance teasing your already used hole before he bucked his hips shallowly to push the tip inside.

“Fuck Yuyu” you gasped, clenching around his cock, felling like it much thicker than his fingers had felt. His deep chuckle reverberated through you as he sank you down further on his length splitting you open as each inch pushed inside you “So big, fuck so big” you whimpered as he brushed against your cervix.

“You can take it tiny, good girls take what they are given” Yunho sputtered his voice tight as he tried to remain in control. After another few seconds he bottomed out pushing the air from your lungs as he let your hips meet his.

“I can see you in her” Wooyoung whispered in awe as you looked down at the bulge that was now in your lower belly, Yunho’s hand moving to feel it moaning loudly when he pressed against it making you roll your hips. You had never felt this full in your life like Yunho was literally splitting you in half until he placed his large hands on your hips encouraging you to roll your hips.

“Oh shit” you whimpered, feeling him easily pushing against your cervix and your g spot effortlessly making you feel pleasure as your movements got more bold “Ah Yuyu”.

“That’s insane” Wooyoung was struggling to swallow as he watched the bulge of his friend's cock moving in your abdomen.

“Such a tight little cunt” Yunho moaned quietly, your walls continuing to massage his aching cock as you moved, bouncing gently on him as your confidence grew. “You gonna let me fill it up?”

“Please fill me up Yuyu, please” you begged moaning lewdly, the loud wet sounds of your sliding up and down his dick filling the room and adding to the already filthy sounds of skin hitting skin and the strangled moans coming from Wooyoung. Yunho began matching your thrusts forcing you to bounce harder making you brace yourself against his hard thighs to keep yourself upright.

“Do you need help there, tiny?” he teased as you whined one of his pretty hands moving from your hip to wrap around your throat to keep you pressed tightly against him.

“Ah… ngh… Yuyu” you sobbed gasping for breath as he held you in place fucking up into you roughly each thrust feeling like he was in your womb and you moaned wontonly.

“Take it baby” Wooyoung whined, his hand moving in time with Yunho’s thrusts.

“Such a good girl tiny” Yunho grunted squeezing your throat slightly making you cry out as the coil inside you wound ever tighter, kissing along your shoulder he began leaving open mouthed kisses, grazing his teeth against your skin heightening your senses even further until you could stop yourself.

“Yunho.. Wooyoung… Yunho” You screamed your walls fluttering around him making Yunho sink his teeth into your skin muffling the long loud groan that he let out as he thrust as deep inside you as he could pumping thick ropes of hot cum inside you and letting your trembling walls milk him dry. 

“Fuck” Wooyoung yelped coming all over himself as you listlessly laid your sweaty body against Yunho’s damp chest.

“You have got to let me do this again” Yunho croaked, licking and kissing the mark he had left in your shoulder “If you will let me tiny”.

“Fuck yes Yuyu” you breathed grinning at Wooyoung “As soon as I have regained the feeling in my legs”.

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Making up SMUT

Leah Williamson x reader

They say best sex is make up sex? They are absolutely right.

I would like to say that this is pretty much pure filth besides the little plot in the start

Warnings: SMUT, FILTH :) (some anal stuff in the end, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink whups.)

Words: around 2k

"Can you just be quiet for a while" Leah said with an annoyed tone and even more annoyed expression on her face.

The day had been long and full of frustration. The reason behind all of the frustration and snarky comments was the fact that you were moving to a new place. You would think it's romantic but no, the reality was a lot of lifting, sweating, arguing and eye rolling.

"So I can't even breath and eat now without you complaining?" You snapped back with the same attitude.

"Yeah but can you just do it more quietly?"

"What the fuck Leah, how can I breathe more quie- Or you know whatever I'm gonna make the bed" You just said and left.

There wasn't a lot of things ready in the apartment but you decided that you would not sleep on a mattress on the floor. So you decided that the bed would be the one thing that would be all ready for the nigh, it only needed the blankets and pillows, everything else was ready.

It was already 21.30 and you just wanted the long day to end, you took you sweaty clothes off and grabbed some clean pillow cases to put on the pillows. You didn't get far though, you heard the sound of your girlfriend walking closer to you.

"I don't know what has been your problem today Leah but I'm so tired of-" you started while putting the pillow case on but didn't make it till the end of the sentence because Leah turned you around and kissed you roughly. It was all very unexpected so you gasped to the kiss which led Leah to dip her tongue in your mouth. You tried to dominate the kiss but both of you knew that it would be Leah who was controlling it.

You moaned to the kiss which was a mistake.

"You are such a slutty girl, even with being all annoyed at me and back talking to me, all you need is your pussy to be filled right? So fucking needy cunt you have huh?" Leah just smirked against your lips.

You rolled your eyes and tried to turn around but Leah's grip was stronger.

"Oh so now you are rolling your eyes at me again? Answer the question baby or you won't be getting anything else but denial today" Leah continued.

"Just fuck me already" You said and tried to kiss her again.

"Oh someone is feeling bratty today? Hmm, let's see what I can do about it" She simply said before pushing you to the bed.

It was easy to take your underwear off since you already didn't have any pants on.

Leah attacked your clit immediately. It was a surprise and you were right away overwhelmed with the pleasure. Leah was sucking hard and the moans that left your mouth were sinful.

"Feeling still bratty" Leah asked while stopping with her mouth, she instead brought her fingers to your opening and easily pushed two of them in.

"Shit Leah, harder" You moaned in a desperate need of an orgasm.

"Poor baby, you think you are the one making the calls here?" Leah laughed a little before pulling out of you.

Next her mouth was sucking on your clit once again, you were close in the matter of minutes from Leah pushing you to the bed but you knew that Leah was not gonna let you that easily off the hook.

Your moaning got louder as her sucking and flicking on your clit did. She was clearly on a mission but you did not know what her goal was. You just tried to enjoy the pleasure while it lasted.

"Leah can I cum?" You asked as you neared the edge.

"Do it but I will say that you will not enjoy this one" She answered you which you didn't even really register the last part.

You crossed the line and started coming but Leah just stop the second you did. You tried to bring your own hands back to where you needed them most but Leah denied it. It was the most unpleasant orgasm you had had in your entire life.

”Leah what?” You asked out of breath.

”I told you that you were not going to like it” She said casually and walked to one of the move in boxes on the floor. There was a little back that she took out. You already knew that it was going to be a strap but to your surprise it was a strap that also went inside Leah. It was weirdly shaped but all you wanted was to have that thing inside of you.

You were tired to think already with your fuzzy brain, all the brattines was slowly gone and you were ready to be anything Leah wanted you to be just to get another orgasm. And this time an actual orgasm.

"Hmm your pussy looks so pretty for me, already open and ready to take my strap. Wanna have this inside you baby?" Leah asked and you knew you didn't even have to give an answer because Leah was going to fuck you with the strap.

"Please" You pleaded for the first time of the night. It was quiet but that was all Leah needed.

Leah got on the bed and got rid of her own bottoms, throwing them somewhere in the room. Then she situated you closer to the wall and her fingers dove to your folds. You let out a moan but just like that Leah's fingers were gone.

You look at her and saw the gorgeous image of your girlfriend using your cum as a lube for herself to get her side of the dildo in. She slowly got it inside of her and toyed with it for awhile and you just sat there amazed. You couldn't take your eyes of off the sight of your girl fucking herself while using your arousal as lube. It drove you to another kind of submissive mode, one you had never felt before. All you wanted was to please Leah.

"Do you deserve my cock?" She asked you after she was all comfortable with her side if the dildo inside her.

"Yes please, need it so badly Lee, I need you please" You begged. It wasn't what Leah expected, she thought that the brattines was still there but she was happy to find out that she had (once again) turned you into a submissive mess. She did take a notice of how your entire demeanor changed so quickly and decided to keep an extra observant eye on you.

She had you on your back while she got the tip of the dildo teasing your folds. It already made you moan and whine.

"Please mommy" You pleaded. You didn't even realize the words slipping out of your mouth, as your brain was completely fuzzy.

Leah was surprised by the words but they brought another wave of wetness to her already wet heat. "Let mommy make you feel all better" She just went with it.

She lined the dildo to your whole, brought your legs to her shoulders and thrusted her hips all the way til they met your ass.

"Fuck, fuck mommy please" You moaned in pleasure. Her hips were slowly drawing moans and whimpers out of you.

"So pretty and good for me now, where was this girl earlier today?" She asked you while quickening her moves.

" 'm sorry mommy, just needed y- "You tried to start but one harder push of Leah's hips cut the sentence.

Leah just laughed and started pounding into you. You tried to say how good it feels but it all came out as blubbering mess. Your brain was working overtime trying to handle all the pleasure it was getting.

Somehow Leah was able to flip you around easily so you were on all fours. Ass in the air and ready to more pleasure. You now realized that Leah was full of surprises that day as you felt her fingers on your asshole. It made you jump a bit but it wasn't anything you hadn't had before.

"Shit I'm gonna strech this ass open and fuck you in both of your needy holes at the same time” Leah explained as she started to prop one lubed finger inside of your tight hole.

”God please” You moaned as you felt your tighter hole being stretched open.

“No god in this room baby, just me” You could hear the smirk in her voice. The stretch in your ass was everything you needed. You could feel the burn of her finger knuckle deep and another finger making its way in.

You were in another planet as Leah was opening your ass and pussy at the same time. It was all you needed, the burn in you ass as it was streched open, your cunt was filled so good and the moment Leah brought her finger to your already sensitive clit, you were a goner.

”Shit, shit, shit, shit” You kept moaning as one of the strongest orgasms took over your body. Leah knew that she was supposed to keep denying your orgasm but was just in awe to see you come so hardly with a strap in you pussy and her fingers in your ass.

”Keep coming baby, keep coming” Leah kept prolonging your orgasm. Her fingers were tired and she was also on the edge. Seeing you squirm and moan in pleasure was all she needed to be thrown over the edge.

She kept her fast pounding going to get the most pleasure out of the whole situation. She was in heaven as she saw you completely blissed out in front of her.

”Mhmm that was good”You mumbled to the mattress.

”You don’t think we are done yet? Oh no we have still a lot more to come, do you think I have forgotten how you told me about your little crush on McCabe? She might come over to see us and bring a little gift even” Leah said while once again turning you over after she removed her fingers and toy from inside of you. You saw the smirk on her face and were scared of what was to come.

”Look baby, you have made a mess on my cock” She said as she turned your face to see the strap that was still inside her. ”I think you should have to clean it because you just came without permission”

Your brain wasn’t working and you just stared at the dildo in front of you.

”I. said. clean. it” Leah said much more sternly now. Now your brain got the hint and lowered your face to the dildo. The taste of your own cum was salty but you didn’t care. You just kept bobbing your head up and down until you were gaggin on the toy.

”Mhmm so good but I think you still need a bit more to learn your lesson so you wont be snapping to me anymore” Leah smirked and as she said that there was a knock at the door.

”Mhmm baby. Maybe you should go open the door I think there might be someone for you” Leah said and helped you up from the bed.

Your brain was now working a bit better as you walked with your wobbly legs closer to the door. You were very conscious about the fact that you did not have any clothes on. Was this all along Leah's plan? Was she making you angry and annoyed to later bring someone else to the bed?

You shyly looked at Leah as you started opening the door. Leah gave you an encouraging smile and you unlocked the door, still naked, to the sight of Katie.

"Shit Leah what have you done already, I thought we were supposed to ruin her together" Katie said to Leah when she saw you already all fucked and a post orgasm smile on your face.

"She was getting all bratty so I had to teach her a little lesson before you come over" Leah said proudly.

You stepped out of the way to make Katie some room to get inside the apartment.

When you saw a bulge in Katie's pants, you knew it was going to be a long night.

[uglypastels]

I absolutely loved your sanji fic!! You wrote it so well and so insanely hot but i was wondering if you would write something for buggy?

Like, imagine him letting you use his hand like a toy or something

thank you so much for the kind words and the request!! I did take this for a bit of a spin, so I hope it's still okay, but with that being said, this is wild, pure and unadulterated filth, and I wish I was sorry for this, but I'm really not. Read the tags, and if you don't like the sound of them, please just scroll.

word count: ~2k

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. MDNI. pwp filth. free use and objectification. masturbation and fingering. pussy slapping. voyeurism. somnophilia. dacryphilia. probs dub-con and loser/perv!buggy. some degradation. swearing. do Buggy's DF powers need a warning? well, here it is anyway, ig.

Sweet Dreams

The first time it happened, you thought you had dreamt it.

You had had a conversation with the Captain ages ago but had thought barely anything of it yourself after and doubted he would act on it, so the following day, you had convinced yourself it had just been your imagination running wild. Because, surely, there was no way that Buggy would have come into your room at night.

Besides, you would have woken up if he had, right?

But then, you kept having this dream. And it always felt so real and began the same way. You would stir in your sleep as you felt his hand graze your face softly, letting you lean into his touch. He would hold you briefly before slowly walking down to the edge of your bed covers, pulling them down to reveal your body.

He would take his time touching you in one way or another. Sometimes, he would take his time and spend ages just teasing you and letting his hands roam over your body and groping your breasts, toying with your nipples, touching you anywhere but there. You'd wake up hot and agitated as your body was practically on fire at the memory of his touch.

Other nights, you would be startled by the gentle pull of your leg, spreading your thighs open. While the first time it happened was quite a shock, you welcomed it now. You would go to sleep, hoping to feel him on you again. For his fingers to rub over your clit, slip through your folds and fill you up until you were whimpering for a release.

And each time it happened, he'd get rougher, move faster, deeper and harsher. Fucking you with his fingers until the bed shook. That is when you would try to reach for him, for anything, just to be disappointed with the dreamscape because he wasn't there with you.

But, fuck, did you wish he was. More and more each night until, one day, you whined out for him in desperation. Like a dam had broken open, your room flooded with moans of his name. First, soft whimpers, but as time passed, his name echoed through you louder and louder.

'I'm so- I'm so close, Buggy. Fuck,' you cried out, feeling that familiar tightness in your body, growing tighter, ready to snap, but the release came in the cruellest form with his hand disappearing from between your legs.

The disappointment of the ruined climax practically woke you up, and you stared at the dark ceiling, trying to catch your breath. Why did he have to stop there? You were so close you just needed a few more seconds.

Your chest finally began to rise and fall at a normal pace, and you were ready to close your eyes again to fall back asleep when you heard the sound of a slow clap.

As it kept going, you jumped up in bed to be greeted with the sight of your captain standing on the threshold, applauding you from across the room.

'Captain?' you blinked, trying to make sure you were seeing things correctly, 'what- what are you doing here?'

'I couldn't help myself, baby.' While you had tried to speak with a hushed tone, considering the late hour, he never had been the considerate type of other people's sleep schedules and spoke just like any other time.

He smiled as he began making his way towards your bed. 'You just sounded so pretty, making such a mess of yourself and then-' his excitement doubled with each word he said. 'Well, and then you said my name, and I swear I could just about cream my pants!'

A shriek escaped you when, out of nowhere, he jumped up on top of you, arms on either side, locking you in between his body, his face nearly pressing against yours. So close you could feel his breath on you when he spoke again, this time in an almost disappointed growl. 'You know how long I waited for you to say it? Just an itty bitty moan, anything, but you never had. Never moaned my name before. Why's that, hmm?'

'I-' you stuttered, but he kept on going.

'Don't I make you feel good?' His lips turned into an exaggerated pout. You tried to say something but were simply too stunned to form a response, and so, even though Buggy had pulled away already, he pressed his face once again up against yours to practically shout. 'Well!? What is it?! Would you rather have someone else fuck you every night?!'

'No, captain.' You finally managed to say. 'I just- I didn't think it was real.' It must have all been a dream, right?

'Oh, it's real, alright.' He was giggling now, one of his hands brushing over your hair softly. 'All those times you came, that was all me, baby!' He gave you a sloppy kiss on the forehead and sighed out in relief. 'Just wish I was here to see it before.'

And that's when you felt it. Despite him still, practically, lying on top of you with his arms over your head, you felt his hand roam over your upper thigh. The closer he came to reaching your pussy, the wider his smile grew. 'Whatcha think, wanna finally put on a proper show for me, baby?'

'What do you-' you weren't sure where the captain was going with this.

'C'mon,' he pressed his lips against your ear, sending shivers through your entire body. 'Wanna see how you've been fucking yourself with my hand all this time.' To emphasise his demand, you were surprised with a slap across your clit. If it wasn't for the fact that he had all his weight pressed on you, you would have jerked up from the sensation.

Finally, he got up, and you watched him search the room for a place to sit, picking up the clothes you had mindlessly discarded on the armchair in the corner. He took the items of clothing, one by one, just to throw them right onto the ground, except for a pair of your panties, which he stuffed into his back pocket. He then fell back into the chair and, with a satisfied smile, called out to you, 'aand... action.'

But you didn't move. Unsure of what to do, your self-consciousness only being enhanced by his strict gaze entirely focused on you, you froze.

'I said, action.' Buggy repeated himself. 'Is there a problem, deary?'

You shook your head. 'No, I just... well I'm not really sure what to do, I guess.'

'Aww, there's no need to be shy. I mean,' he laughed, 'It's not like it will be your first time, but alright let me help- do you need a hand, baby?' He made himself giggle as the hand in question was already between your legs.

'Ok, ok,' he jumped around in his seat. 'Please, get comfortable, and here, I'll even look away.' He covered his eyes with his hand, but even in the dark, you could tell he wasn’t able to hold in his laugh, and his fingers were spread apart for him to have you in his full view.

You knew he had no intention of leaving. And after all, he had done so much for you... and even now, there would be so little you would be doing for him. All the pleasure would be yours. Just the way he looked at you, with that hunger in his eyes, it made your head spin. It may be better to just look away yourself. So, you let yourself fall back onto your pillow.

As you did so, his hand found its spot between your legs, one finger already over your pussy. If there had been any doubt about it really being Buggy who was touching you, it evaporated at the sound of his excited laugh as he felt you squirm.

'That's what I'm talking about, baby!' He cheered, and god, if you dared to talk like that to your captain, you would have told him to shut up.

'Please,' you said instead, feeling that unfulfilled sensation creep up inside you, reminding you of all the nights before, but mostly, the orgasm he had ruined minutes ago. But his hand kept up with his sly movements, only gently moving up and down your slit, never crossing the line to give you the needed satisfaction.

To get that, you knew what you had to do. You knew what he wanted you to do.

So, you reached down to meet his fingers. They practically wrapped around yours, almost affectionately, and you could feel the juices accumulated over his callouses while he teased you.

Once he felt your grip on him, he adjusted his fingers, positioning them just right for you. It wouldn't be any different from before, you tried to tell yourself, and if anything, this gave you control, wouldn't it?

Perhaps you were moving too slowly for his liking. Still in your hold, you felt him pull himself closer to you, to your pussy. You didn't try to hold him back when he finally entered you. Two slender fingers filling you, accompanied by your relieved moan of satisfaction.

But that is where he stopped. Deep inside you, he didn't move a muscle.

The rest was up to you.

It's like any other toy, you told yourself, pulling him away slowly, then pulling him back. The friction was there, but you needed more, so you kept going, trying to find the right balance between speed and force. Soon enough, you could focus on the pleasure and how his fingers were making you feel, and the moans and whimpers seeped out between your lips, immediately rousing Buggy.

'That's right. Fuck my hand like the dirty whore you are.' The excitement in his voice was almost scary, vibrating straight through the room to you.

'Buggy!' You cried out at his words.

'Sorry, sorry.' He pulled himself back. 'But can you blame me? Fuck. You're just so tight and wet. Come on, keep going.' You dared to glance his way, ensure that he still sat where you had last seen him and, indeed, he sat in that armchair, legs spread, almost inviting, and a visible tent in his trousers.

He just sat there, enjoying the show you put on for him.

And you did as you were told, thrusting his hand in and out of you. It was impossible to tell what was his or your doing, and it didn’t matter. All you cared to think about was how good he felt, hitting all the right spots inside you as you pushed him deeper. 

‘Buggy,’ you moaned. 

‘That’s right. Say my name, baby,’ Buggy growled from his chair. As he spoke, you felt his hand tense up inside you, push deeper into you, fingers spreading slightly. 

‘Fuck, yes. Do that again.’ You were a mess, with hair sprawled out at all angles and sweat appearing in a sheer sheet over your body from the intensity of your movements. But you could swear that when you looked at your captain, it was as if he was watching a masterpiece unfold. Although, at the sound of your demand, something in him quirked.

‘What was that?’

‘Please, Buggy, do that again… that, with your fingers.’ You pleaded, trying to keep up your own pace. 

‘Oh, sweetheart, I think you got this all wrong.’ Slowly, he got up from the chair. His hand stilled within you; no matter what you tried to do with it, it wouldn’t budge. You stared up at him until he reached the side of your bed, leaning over you, pressing his other hand over your face, bringing your cheeks in until you could feel his fingertips against your teeth.

‘You don’t tell me what to do. Ever!’ He shouted the last word into your face. ‘Got it?’ 

In his hold, you could only nod your head in agreement. 

‘Good,’ he sat down, much happier with the situation. ‘Now, where were we, hmm? Oh, that’s right—’ While he had been telling you off, you had let go of his hand, so now he had the complete freedom to move as he pleased. And so, he pulled out of you, and before you had the chance to protest or respond, you felt the sting of another harsh slap across your pussy. 

Without another warning, he was inside you again, moving at a pace you could never reach, practically drilling his fingers into you. You grabbed onto the sheets, eyes shut, but not for long. Only until Buggy had noticed you doing so. 

‘No, no, no. That won’t do. Look at me.’ He snapped his fingers in front of your face. ‘Look at me when I fuck you.’

‘I’m sorry,’ you apologised with heavy breaths. ‘Just feels so— you feel so good. Fuck.’

‘Hmm, I know.’ He squatted beside the bed, crossing his arms to pillow his chin on, with a big, wicked, but extremely adoring smile. ‘So, why don’t you cum on my fingers, baby. Soak ‘em for me.’

You were undoubtedly getting there, the build-up of two ruined orgasms making things feel even worse, more sensitive. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, and you could sense how Buggy was watching them drop. 

‘That’s it.’ He whispered with an intensity you had never heard before. ‘Come for me.’ 

And so, you did. The pleasure washed over you like a tsunami with a scream that must have woken up the entire sideshow, but it did not stop Buggy from letting his fingers have his way with you until long after you cried out his name for the so-manieth time. 

‘Thank you,’ you managed to say when he finally pulled out of you. In the instant moment, it was like your whole body was released from a tight rope and fell into the comfort of the mattress. 

‘Believe me,’ he snickered, reattaching his hand to bring it up to his lips, sucking all of you off his fingers, dramatically so. ‘It was my pleasure.’ 

the end 

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[samandcolbyownme]

HEYYY love ur writing more than anything and was wondering if you could do a johnnie smut or like a jake and johnnie one?? if not another S&C one would be great. ur a godsend ❤️

Summary: “Frontman Vic Fuentes explained the song's meaning. “It's a love song to my girl about ignoring all the internet hate we got when we first started dating and focusing on each other instead."”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, referring to hate/hate comments etc, breakup up (kinda), cigarettes, kinda sad at first ngl but I’ll make it up to you, kissing, hair pulling, cute and sensual unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy filth

Word Count: little over 2k | unedited

I know this fic in particular is fiction, but in reality, there’s absolutely no need for hate towards anyone’s significant other.

You pulled your hand away from the door handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You were shaking, you couldn’t help that no matter how hard you tried.

As you go to finally open the door, Johnnie pulls it open, “Hey, baby.” He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight as you break down.

The hate you’ve been receiving lately has been really getting to you.

You didn’t understand. Everyone loved you before anything was even confirmed, you didn’t know where you went wrong.

“I-I..” you gasp out, and Johnnie shakes his head, “Don’t. Don’t do that.” He closes the door and leans back, “Don’t apologize to me for how you feel.”

He brushes hair from your face and as soon as you look up at him, his face falls and you close your eyes, hanging your head.

“No, y/n. We don’t have to do this.” Johnnie goes to cup your cheeks but you push his hands away, “You’re not going to grow if they hate me.”

“So fucking what.” Johnnie scoffs, “You do understand that I care more about you than that channel right?”

You stay silent, set on your decision.

“Y/n.” Johnnie steps clsoeer, “Please, don’t-“ he takes a ragged breath, “Please. Don’t do this. Don’t say what I know you’re about to say.”

“If you know the. I don’t need to say anything else.” You sniffle, shaking your head, “I-I’m sorry.. I just can’t let myself get in between you and your, literal job, Johnnie.”

You step back, reaching for the handle, “I’m sorry. I need..” you try not to cry, “Just give me a few days.”

And with that, you left. Tears stream down your face as Johnnie stands there, watching you walk out of his life.

Or so you thought.

Johnnie wasn’t giving up that easily.

——

You left Johnnie’s around eleven this morning.

It’s now eight at night. The sun has set, leaving you along in the darkness of your fire escape as you sit and smoke the last cigarette you have.

You felt like you gave up too soon, gave up on Johnnie too soon, and that’s what wrecked you the most. Of course, it didn’t hit you until you got home and sat in silence.

You look up at the sky, eyes moving between each star.

“Hey.”

You jump, whipping your head over to see Johnnie standing at your bedroom window, “What are you doing here?” You look away from him, “I told you to give me a few days.”

“I gave you time.” He climbs through the window, moving to sit next to you, “You knew I wouldn’t wait a few days.”

You laugh slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you ash the last of your cigarette before tossing it over the side of the railing, “I just-“

“Don’t. It’s my turn to say something.” Johnnie cuts you off and you nod, motioning out in front of you, “Floors yours.”

“There’s rage is us.” Johnnie starts out, “You can’t pull the plug on us because I’ll keep on shaking and waiting for you.”

“Shaking?” You laugh slightly, “I’m not some drug, Johnnie.”

“But you are, y/n. You literally..” he takes a deep breath, “You’re the epitome of happiness for me, y/n. Without you, I feel like I was hooked on some sort of mind altering drug and I can’t function without you.”

You look down and Johnnie turns towards you, “There’s too much to lose here, y/n. We’ve known each other for so long and we’ve grown into-“

“Painful lust that makes my stomach hurt?”

“What do you mean?” Johnnie shakes his head slightly, “You’re more-“

“I meant like..” you sigh, “We started hooking up, and obviously it grew into more and maybe we should have just kept it at that. No feelings. No one being pissed off that you’re dating me?” You scoff, voice breaking, “I ju-“

“You knew our relationship wasn’t going to be just a happy vacation, y/n. You told me that, do you remember? You told me that-“

“I’ll stick with you through everything.” You look over at him and he shrugs, “So what? There’s no motivation to stay in this together? To hold me up when I need you? Or me to hold you up? You know I’d do anything for you, y/n.”

You grab your cigarette pack, letting out a groan when you remember it’s empty. Johnnie reaches into his pocket and hands you his, “Here.”

You take it, pulling one out and lighting it, “Thanks.”

He shakes his head when you go to give the pack back, “Keep it.”

“Should probably quit.” You mumble as you bring it to your lips. Johnnie chuckles, reaching over to take one out and you hand him your lighter.

“We could fake our own deaths.”

You look over at Johnnie, “We can what?”

“Think about it y/n. You said you wanna chase the moon like fire. So we can fake our own deaths and just go live in the woods or something.”

You laugh slightly, “You’re insane, Johnnie, we can just-“

“Do you remember when you got kicked out of your one apartment? Had to sleep in your car?”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t need to be reminded of that.”

“No listen. You didn’t want to just move in with me, so we’d just hang out together. You’d roll the windows down, and we’d pretend we were sitting at the beach. It was enough to believe that your life didn’t get turned upside down.” Johnnie slides his hand over to your free hand as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“What are you trying to say?” You look over at his hand on yours and up to his face. He blows out the smoke, “I’m saying that we can make the best out of any situation.”

“I don’t know how we can make the best out of your channel going to hell because of me.” You pull your hand away, flicking your cigarette before you climb back into your bedroom.

Johnnie is quick to follow your actions, grabbing your arms and spinning you around, “listen, I’m just a stupid motherfucker and I wish I could figure out how to get everyone to understand that I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

He reaches up to gently brush his thumb over your cheek, “I want to breathe in your rush. Y/n, I want to leap when you tell me to fly.”

You lay your hand on his cheek, “Johnnie.”,

“Darling I-“ Johnnie sighs, “I don’t mean to beg it’s just that the thorns on the stem of you potentially leaving me..” he shakes his head, “It feels like it’s tearing up my skin.”

You blink, tears fall and Johnnie’s follow, “Please.” He whispers, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “I just want to be alone and watch as they all just disappear.”

You lay your hands on his neck, sniffling as you tilt your head up to press your lips into his. His grip tightens on your face as he pulls you in closer.

He backs you up to your bed, watching as you sit down and lift your shirt up over your head, “I want you in every way possible, Johnnie.”

He nods, moving to push you back gently as his lips find yours.

“Just close your eyes.” He kisses down your neck, “Just picture you and I.” He kisses back up, “Well sell daylight for gasoline.”

He leans his head back, “Just you and me. We can go wherever you want.”

You reach up, running your hand through his hair, “You mean that?”

He nods.

“Prove it.”

Johnnie sits up, taking off his jacket and shirt before leaning down to kiss you. Everything is slow, but so full of passion. He reaches down, pushing down your sweats and you kick them off.

He stands up, taking off the rest of his cltohes before his body is against yours under the blankets. His hand travels up and down your side, landing on your cheek as your hand slides down his chest.

He rolls over, the tip of his cock brushes against where you need him most.

You slide your hands up his arms, hooking one around his neck as he leans down and slides into you.

You moan loudly, eyes closing tight, “Fuck.”

Johnnie groans, “You feel so good, baby.” He kisses your shoulder and up your neck to your lips. He groans lowly as you gasp, moaning out as he starts to slowly thrust.

You tighten your legs around his waist, “I love you. I’m so-sorry.” Your voice breaks and Johnnie shakes his head, pecking your lips, “Don’t. Just don’t think about that.”

“Think about us. Just us. No one matters but you and me.”

“I only want you.”

“You’re all that matters to me.”

“Fuck, y/n. I love you.”

You squeeze his cock, moaning out as your back arches off the bed. Johnnie guides you through your high, moaning lowly in your ear, “I want you for the rest of my life.”

“Johnnie.” You whimper out, “I love you.” You kiss his lips, moaning into his mouth, “I love you.”

He brushes hair from your face, propping himself up on his elbow, “You’re so beautiful.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you. So much, you don’t even know.”

You pull him in for a kiss, sitting up and laying a hand on his chest. He rolls over and you follow, straddling him and allowing his cock to slip back into you.

You slowly make out as you roll your hips. His hands slide down to grip your sides, “Doin’ so good.” He smiles up at you, watching your face twist with pleasure, “My fuckin’ girl.”

He pulls you down, lips attaching to yours, “where do you want me to-“

You push your hips down onto him, “I said I want all of you.”

He nods, “You sure?”

You nod, rolling off of him, “Yes.”

With that knowledge, Johnnie wasn’t lasting much longer, “Fuck, okay.” He groans as he slips himself back into you.

His lips find yours and your hands find his hair, tangling it around your fingers, “Don’t ever let me leave like that again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Johnnie kisses down your neck as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Fuck.”

You gasp as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, moaning out at the thought of him filling you with everything he has, “Shit.” You pull him in, attacking his lips with yours until you feel him slip out.

He lays next to you, bringing the blanket up around you both, “I’m serious about it being just us. Maybe not the whole faking our death shit, but everything else.” He looks down at you, “I love you. If you want to go off the grid and scavenge the forests, I’ll be there.”

You laugh slightly, “I have always wanted to go to Rome. Paris. You know, all the pretty cities.”

He shrugs, “which pretty city would would want to go to first?”

You purse your lips, “Probably Rome.”

He smirks, “Rome it is.” He sits up and you follow, “Where are you going?”

He walks around to get his phone from his jeans pocket, “I’m going to Rome and if you want, you can come with.”

“Johnnie, you don’t h-“

“Just let it happen.” He bends down to kiss you, “But first.. I’m just going to..”

He sits down on the bed and you bite your lip as you watch him type out a tweet.

——

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[johnslittlespoon]

thinking unholy thoughts of gale making john come untouched with only his fingers in the biker au… maybe john didn’t even know it was possible so when gale keeps going he gets confused and is like “i’m good im ready” but gale keeps going 😅

au post | ohhh man okay. yeah feeling super extremely sane and normal about this, never been better! thanks! ~2k words of nsfw filth below the cut sighhhh

okay, prefaced with a little more world building in my last post since we're really diving into this au now LOL. ofc things might change when i actually write it, but this is how i'm feeling things will go rn!

re: 'maybe john didn't even know it was possible'– like i said in the drabble before this, he's fooled around a little with curt, but nothing more than getting a bit handsy. he's had a girlfriend for around a year, so they were probably serious enough to get up to things too, but straight sex is very different from gay sex obviously.

the internet exists, and during the time john is pining(thirsting) over gale, he probably does his fair share of googling 'blond man with tattoos fucks brunet man', but really he's kinda intimidated by a lot of stuff, so he doesn't delve too deep into that world. when he and gale start seeing each other and john realizes they're gonna move past making out eventually (because gale is almost such a gentleman sometimes that john wants to bash his head in in his impatience), he probably psychs himself out a bit and gets into his own head and is like fuck.

gale's had years to gain experience and what if he's not good enough or does something stupid or or or, on and on. obviously these worries are completely unfounded because gale adores him and would never pressure him and doesn't expect them to just jump right into things; half of the reason he probably drags things out is because he wants to be absolutely certain things are on john's terms, and that john's not just being horny and impulsive.

john probably ends up trying to do some research so he can yk. pick up some tips, because he's got all the enthusiasm he needs when he thinks about getting to drop to his knees for gale, but he has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't realize everyone learns as they go because he's dumb (/fond) and overthinks everything. (whatever he ends up learning doesn't matter anyway, because all coherent thought leaves his head when they do start doing stuff together and gale is so encouraging and easygoing that he feels ridiculous for ever worrying.)

all that is to say that yeah, he's got like no firsthand experience when it comes to anything past the basics or anything he hasn't been doing by himself. everything is fresh and exciting and as much as he loves just hanging around gale, he's also always needy and horny (gets told he's "insatiable" quite a few times by gale) so they get up to a lot of shit and it's unfair how good gale is in bed and how he knows exactly which buttons to press to get john worked up.

at the time this incident happens, gale's already fingered john a few times, but it's always just as a build up/foreplay, usually followed or joined with gale's other hand or lips around john's cock. they haven't had sex yet, and it feels really nice when gale does this, but john always just kinda sees it as foreplay and it doesn't last for long.

so when gale's got john laid in his bed one sunny afternoon and they're making out and john starts getting whiny and squirmy from the stimulation of his fingers in him, and gale doesn't switch things up like he usually does, john's heart leaps because in his mind, surely gale's getting him ready for something else.

but he's frustrated because it feels like gale's purposefully avoiding hitting right where he needs him to, pants out gale's name against his lips, grasping the back of gale's shirt. starts rocking his hips down against his fingers, seeking it out, and gale rumbles out a "needy thing" before pressing a kiss to his cheek and crawling down the length of his body, settling himself between john's legs.

john props himself up on his elbows to watch, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy, digging his fingers into the blanket instead. he lets out a little whine at the slow drag of gale's fingers, and that finally makes him cave, crooking his fingers just right, and john's lips part at the way the sudden surge of pleasure zings up his spine.

lets his elbows slide out from underneath himself, dropping back down into the pillow, satisfied he's finally getting what he's been waiting for since gale worked him open ten minutes ago. he waits for stimulation on his cock to join the fingers in him as usual, assuming that's why gale moved to lay there, but gale just keeps up the slow in and out and consistent brushes against his prostate and its embarrassing how much he's leaking all over his own stomach.

but then he has the thought that maybe gale's actually properly prepping him and his cock twitches and his breath catches and he props himself up again to find gale already watching him. he waits expectantly, too shy to ask, and gale doesn't offer him any confirmation, just pressing gentle kisses to his thighs and smiling when john's hips start to roll down against his fingers again.

john thinks that maybe gale's waiting for him to say he's ready, since he does often make him ask for what he wants, so even as his cheeks go hot, he gets out a breathy "gale, i'm– that's good, 'm ready."

but gale only chuckles quietly, nipping at his thigh to feel it twitch away, watching john in a way that makes him feel somehow even more exposed than he already is, and now he's even more confused and he feels like he's melting into the bed and gale's putting a little more pressure into each crook of his fingers and the sounds he's making are so whiny and high pitched that he wants to cover his own ears out of embarrassment.

"does it feel good, doll?" gale purrs, dragging john's eyes back to him, and he nods, twisting his hands in the blankets harder. it does feel good, enough so that heat is pooling in his stomach in a way that's both familiar and foreign, the sensation all different with no friction against his dick.

gale's working his hand a little faster and john's face burns at the realization that he's being finger–fucked like a girl and he drops back into the pillows, arms going too weak to hold himself up. his thighs are starting to tremble and gale murmurs that he's "making such a mess on yourself, baby, look at you" and john immediately reaches down to take his dick in his hand, but gale catches his wrist with his free hand, slowing his movements down, much to john's dismay.

"no hands today, john," he says gently, letting go of his wrist. "i want you to keep them at your side for me, can you do that?"

and john lets out a near hysterical noise but he obliges, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket again, head spinning at being given an instruction, biting down on the inside of his cheek when gale speeds his fingers up again with a "good job, baby."

the heat builds and builds as gale's fingers hit right where they need to each time, and it feels like he's just hanging on the edge of an orgasm for so long, unable to tip over that edge, eyes blurring over from how overwhelming the drawn out sweet–hot pleasure is. he's mindlessly rocking his hips down and panting out little "ah ah ah"s with each thrust of gale's fingers and he's so close to lifting his hand from his side when a sob of frustration slips out.

but gale presses his lips to his thigh again, sucking at the sensitive skin there, pulls back to murmur a stream of "c'mon sweet thing, come on my fingers, show me how good you feel, you can do it" and john chokes out a cry as he clenches around his fingers and comes so hard he nearly blacks out, back arching and hips stuttering up like he can get friction that way.

gale's hand chases his jerking movements, continuing to fuck him on his fingers as john paints his own stomach, cock pulsing, feeling like he's just going to keep coming and coming, mewling desperately and shaking like a leaf and seeing stars behind his closed eyelids.

he closes his thighs against gale's sides when it starts to be too much, hands shaking when reaches down to tiredly push at him, hips stuttering away from the stimulation, hiccupping as he tries to catch his breath. he can feel hot tears soaking into the hair at his temples, lips parted in surprise, shuddering when gale lets his movements slow down until his fingers go still.

john whines when he pulls them out, despite his efforts to squirm away from them moments before, and gale presses a kiss to his hip before he crawls back up his body, cupping john's face with the hand not covered in lube, and john's eyes flutter open, bleary when they focus in on the expression of awe on gale's face.

"fuck, john," gale sounds almost as breathless as him. "you're crying, baby. was that okay?" john nods shakily, tilting his chin up for a kiss, and gale leans down without missing a beat, kissing him so deep it feels like he wants to devour him. mumbles "you have no idea what you do to me" against john's lips, brushing his fingers over the tear streaks on either side of his face, peppering his red cheeks with light kisses before pulling back again.

"felt good?" he murmurs, and john chokes out a laugh at the understatement, draping his wrist over his forehead. "really good," he breathes out, flushing when he opens his mouth again, "didn't know that was, um. a thing." and gale half laughs, half groans at the admission, rolling his hips down, and john sucks in a sharp breath at the drag of his pants, cock twitching even after all that.

gale doesn't mind; he's more than happy to watch his pretty boy fall apart on his fingers, mouth, cock, as many times as john lets him.

[multiversxwhore]

☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is linked in my bio! My ao3 is pinned to my page ☽☽☽

Pairings: Adam Sackler x plus size–black!oc

Warnings: suggestive thoughts, drama.

Word count: 2k

Theme Song: Telepatía— Kali Uchis

Chapter 2

The worst thing about getting black out drunk, and partying all night, is the morning after.

“Fuck me.” I groaned, I turned over once, and off the bed I went. My body hit the floor with a loud thud; the way I fell yanked my breast at an awkward angle, causing the skin around my nipple to rub against the skin of my stomach.

“Shit.” I squealed in pain, the stinging sensation bringing tears to my eyes, I massaged my breast a little hoping it’ll help. I lay there for a moment, my body felt too heavy to be bothered at the moment. Last night was a blur, the only face that stood out was some tall, dark haired man. A permanent scowl on his face in each memory of him from that night.

At the thought of this mysterious stranger, a warm, tickling sensation stirs between my thighs. Flashes from me and Mr. Broody in the bathroom invades my mind; a phantom pain from my ankle reminded me of the way his large hands gripped me. I can still feel the way he pounded me damn near through the bathroom wall.

I reach my hand down between my thighs, the scene from last night replaying in my head on a loop, I shrugged my shoulders, “Mine as well rub one out while I’m down here, not like I’ll ever get that dick again.” I mumbled to myself, just as my fingers slipped over my naked shaved vagina, the short haired white woman, and blonde friend slipped into my head.

“Ugh, go away.” I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying my absolute damndest to go back to the tall fine man I met last night. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t go back.

“Stubborn cow.” I sucked my teeth, the aroused feeling that was once there, is now gone. I wanted to cry, it’s been way too long since I even wanted to masturbate, or touch myself in any kind of sexual manner. I knew for sure, I wouldn’t be getting that feeling back.

“Sigh, fuck it.” Carefully I get up off the floor so as to not tear the skin off my nipples a second time. Groggily I waddle into the kitchen, my hands automatically grabbing for the coffee pot, and mug.

“Eh, kinda stale, but it’ll do.” Just as I go in for a third sip my phone rings. Letting out a deep heavy sigh, I slowly make my way back into my bedroom, and over to the nightstand. Nyla, who I met at an event I planned for Maddison 2 years ago. She decided that a simple voicemail wouldn’t suffice since I didn’t answer the first three times.

Nyla: Answer the damn phone! Taylor told me about you being a whore last night!

Nyla: I need to know

Nyla: if you don’t call me, I’ll just show up.

I wished I could have rolled my eyes harder, of course Taylor told her, I’m not one to go into full detail about my sexual adventures. It just seemed inappropriate, and awkward somehow. I inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly, and decided to call back anyway. The second she answered the phone, I was swarmed with questions.

“Oh my god, how big was his dick? Was he Black— wait nah, knowing you he was white, it was a white guy wasn’t it? Come on out with the filth Angie.” Nyla jumped right to it, as usual, blunt, and I expected nothing less. It remained quiet on her end, politely waiting. I put the phone on speaker and I moved to the bathroom to get ready for my day. After the skin care routine, I went back to my messy closet, I sighed out loud.

I wasn’t in the mood to be dressed up, so I put together something casual instead.

“Ny aren’t you a Gynecologist? You hear about sex enough don’t you?” This didn’t satisfy her, the sound of Nyla smacking her lips from the other end made me chuckle.

“Angelica…did he stab you in your cervix or not?” A flashback of last night popped into my head, I could still feel the way he stretched me out as if he was still inside of me.

“Girl, I don’t even remember his name, by the way, I’m about to go to the grocery store, want anything?” Quickly, I changed the subject. I'd rather talk about anything but getting buss wide open in a public bathroom while intoxicated.

“Stay put, I’ll come get you so we can shop together, and you can tell me all about your hoe-adventure.” Her tone is stern, but motherly. I usually take the train everywhere, Nyla hates it, she’s scolded me more than once about riding the subway. I don’t mind it though, people don’t bother me, a few men stare, or gawk.

“Fine, let me know when you’re outside.”

“Kay, byeee.” Nyla hung up on her end, I breathed out dramatically, and stared at my tired face in the mirror. My whole body felt heavy, I don’t even know how I got out of bed this morning.

My phone buzzed, Nyla’s name flashed across my screen, I sighed picking it up.

Nyla: I’m out side hooker

I looked out over my balcony to see Nyla is indeed outside, her chocolate colored skin glistening in the morning sun, the Prada shades on her face sit on the lower half of her nose. She laid on the car horn for what felt like three minutes. Her music blasting out of her car so loud, the air carried it up into my open window on the third floor.

“Get in loser we’re going shopping.” She shouted out the window, before I stepped off the sidewalk, I lowered my own shades so the sun wouldn’t burn my retinas.

“In a great mood this morning?” I fastened myself in, Nyla is a typically safe driver, but I couldn’t help but fiddle with the coins in the passenger side door.

“What can I say, ten inches of dick really solves world hunger.” A grin spread across her face, I looked at her horrified by that unexpected information. Involuntarily I let out a chuckle, I’m too bashful for my own good, but Nyla is open about her sexuality.

“That’s why you didn’t go out with us? Because of a dick appointment?” I pulled out a tissue to dab away at the fake tears that rolled down my cheeks, she snorted, turning back to the road.

“Yes, because what’s more important than getting beat down by a 6ft Hispanic man?” That was actually a good point. Nowadays, life is such shit, the least you could get out of it is sex.

“Sigh, I wish life was that easy.” I didn’t mean to say it outloud, a part of me wishes I hadn’t.

“Still worried about that first draft? I thought you were done with it already?” The lines on Nyla’s forehead creased as a worried expression settled in. That is why I didn’t want to say anything, I didn’t like when people worried about me, or offered help. Even if I needed the help, I try my best to refuse, and figure things out on my own.

“I’m not worried about it…I mean it’s fine honestly. Just a few tweaks here, and there. It’s cool.” I rushed out, though I tried my best to convince her, I didn’t even believe myself.

“Angela—

“It’s fine I promise.” I wanted to cry, I felt bad for cutting her off, but I just couldn’t deal with the tone of her voice at the moment. I'm not in the mood to censor myself, Nyla doesn’t deserve that attitude.

“Okay, fine.” Nyla replied sharply, that stung me a bit, and I’m not sure if I actually hurt her feelings. I could ask, though that may result in digging myself a deeper hole, so I let it be. The rest of the car ride felt rigid to me, the music playing quietly from the radio was the only thing filling the space in the car.

Unknowingly my fingers fiddled with the coins even more, just then my phone buzzed in the pocket. Who the hell is this? I stare at the phone for a while without blinking, I hoped that the answer would just come to me, but nothing.

“Uhhh, Are you gonna answer that?” My heart jumps as I’m pulled back into my current reality, I turn to Nyla and shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t know who this is.” Eventually the phone stopped ringing, letting out a puff of air, I unbuckle myself, and hop out.

The great thing about shopping with Nyla, is that I don’t have to talk. We just slowly took our time walking through the aisles, this is how I liked things to be all the time. Chill, quiet, and easy going.

“Um excuse me, miss.” I heard someone call from behind me, before I turned to see who it was, I instantly felt annoyed. The last thing I want while I’m enjoying my day is to be bothered by anyone other than my companion.

“Can I help you?” I could have delivered that better, usually my tone is kind, and soft to strangers. The short haired woman seemed just as annoyed as I was, but I don’t think it’s for the same reason.

“You don’t remember me?” She sounded offended that I didn’t remember her face, though in my eyes she looked like the last five women I passed by.

“If I did I’d say so.” One hand placed on my hip, and the other gripping the end of Nyla, and I grocery basket. She was off to the side staring at cabbage, I knew she was listening, but she didn’t say anything.

“From the bar last night? You literally fucked my boy— ex boyfriend. I saw you leave the bathroom with him.” She accused, her voice whiny, and her face screwed up. I looked at her plainly, to be fair, I really did try to think hard from that night.

“You’re that girl with that bitch of a friend! She’s a liar by the way, you don’t need friends like that.” I folded my arms, I remembered how her friend was practically screeching at me, and Hazel.

“Oh my god, Jessa is not a bitch, she was being a great friend. That’s what real friends are supposed to do.” She folded her arms over her chest like a child, I rolled my eyes at her antics. This is not how I wanted to spend my day.

“Let me ask you something lady, were you and him together that night? Like were you actively dating?” I held her gaze, I was already assuming their relationship was on the rails beforehand.

“It doesn’t matter! If a woman is telling you that’s her boyfriend then—

“Whatever sis, you can have him back, I don’t even remember his name.” I cut her off, honestly I didn’t care what her answer was, I had already unplugged from this whole interaction.

“Yea well, I don’t even want Adam back, I broke up with him!” She shouted, her face turning red, I stared back at her. Neither one of us were convinced by her words, I respect her for standing firmly in the delusion though.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, the same number from earlier came across the screen. Clearly this person isn’t going to leave me alone, little Ms. Entitled has to wait.

“Excuse me.” I turned my back to her, she scoffed as if she couldn’t believe I had the audacity to not pay attention to her.

“Who is this?”

“Are you going to be this mean every time we talk?” The voice on the other end sounded familiar, his name right on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t push it out.

“Listen, I don’t know who this is—

“It’s me, from last night…we fucked in the bathroom. Which was great honestly—

“Adam?” I could feel a Grinch-like smile creep its way onto my face, I should feel bad right?

“Oh my god you’re talking to him right now aren’t you!” The woman behind me shouted, her sudden outburst made my heart jump. I forgot she was standing there.

“Wait a minute, are you with Hanna?” Adam’s voice fell flat at the sound of Hanna’s voice, I envisioned his facial expression in my head. A tiny giggle passed my lips, I just wanted to kiss that grumpy face.

“Listen whatever white people crazy ness you, and your girlfriend got going on I don’t wanna be a part of it.” As cute as Adam is, and as great as his dick game is, it’s not worth the headache.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Hanna, and Adam rushed out at the same time, I looked over to Nyla to make sure she was getting all this. She’s exactly where I left here, she was already looking in my direction. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with merriment, of course she was enjoying this.

“I don’t have time for this, hopefully you work your shit out. Goodbye Adam.” He began to argue on his end, but I had already ended the call.

“Goodbye to you as well, New York is a big place so I hope to never see your face again.” I turned swiftly on my heels, I tossed my long curly weave over my shoulder.

“You too.” Hanna mocked in a childish voice.

“That was lackluster, I expected more from the little white lady.” Nyla sighed, she came looking for a fight, but all she got was a tousle.

I tried my best to continue my shopping without thinking of either of them. Forgetting Adam would be harder than I thought.

a/n: tags— Nyla: @minishimi

[bitchimasnake-sss]

bitchimasnake-sss presents: 2k event!

the one piece AUs

featuring: monkey d. luffy; roronoa zoro; vinsmoke sanji; portagas d. ace; trafalgar d. water law [coming soon.] set-up: your favourite men in the modern settings [with a dash of my cringey humor, ofcourse.] what more can you ask for? a/n: i have literally no excuse. i just wanted to do these haha, and i hit 2k!!! so this was perfect timing!! jokes aside, ilysm you beautiful baby who decided to give my writing a chance. one day, i'm gonna hunt you and feed you your favourite food. but for now, have these stories instead hehe. (don't tell anyone i told you this, but i'm obsessed with all of these men. ) a/n [part 02]: all of these fics are gonna be long long (>5k)! and if you have any more ideas for AUs, you can send in your suggestions! if it inspires the filth in my brain correctly, i'll write those stories down (though... how long that might take, who knows?) that being said, i would ask you to send in the suggestions un-anonymously through your id instead (if you're comfortable), so, that even if i cannot write your idea down, then we both can chat away our delusions on dm. i hate leaving people hanging :') but anyways, again, tysm pookie for 2k,,, ily <3

E V E N T S:

🍒monkey d. luffy [coming soon]:

01. dumb and dumber [coming soon] synopsis: jesus fucking christ, the education system is fucked. coming to college was one thing, but paying for college, though? a whole 'nother. burdened with the duty of trying to pay off your student loan debt — and enlightened by the idea of scamming the rich by your friend, nami — you decided to give babysitting a try: a young, overtly-pampered child to a newly-wed couple in the rich neighbourhood. how hard can it be, after all? well, hard enough for them to keep a second babysitter: monkey d. luffy. cw: sheer tomfoolery, fluff, asl brothers, friends to lovers. i love luffy sm. best boy. smut. (genuinely dumb shenanigans coming your way.)

🍀roronoa zoro [completed]:

01. i serve! (my ex's head on a platter) three part series. synopsis: you've worked your ass off; early mornings, late nights, diets, workouts, everything. only to still to fall in the shadow of the current badminton world champion and your ex: roronoa zoro. bitter, agitated and absolutely exhausted, you had decided to never see him or even think of him again. but when an email from his coach dracule mihawk finds you, proposing you and zoro team up for the upcoming mixed doubles champion's cup, can you refuse? wc: 20k [both parts included] cw: crack, angst, enemies to lovers/fake dating trope. zoro is a pain. smut.

🪻vinsmoke sanji [in progress]:

01. (don't) let 'em cook! two part series. synopsis: when you heard the words cooking competition, you only heard two things: cooking and competition. you only had one thing in mind: to get the cash prize and open your own bakery. sounds easy enough, right? then, why the fuck was management telling you to play lovers along with that blonde, heart-eyed freak who was supposed to be your competitor? vinsmoke sanji. risking your heart and cooking skills, all in the name of "increasing viewer ratings"? what could ever go wrong with this? cw: crack, vinsmoke family trauma, close proximity, sanji is a flirt. smut. wc: 8.7k [thus far]

🦋portagas d. ace [coming next]:

01. save me, firefighter! firefighter... save me! [coming soon] synopsis: coming out of break-up is never easy on it's own, but imagine burning down your fucking kitchen because you were stress-baking. fuck. how did you do this? somehow, the only good thing about this situation is the fact that you caught the eye of the suave firefighter that saved your apartment complex from burning down. but now he wants a favour, and he wants you to accompany him as a plus one to a wedding. the wedding of your ex's sister. what the fuck?! will you survive this? (maybe it'll be worth it just to climb that firefighter like an exotic tree, phew) cw: relationship angst, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, asl brothers. just ace and his smug, sexy self. smut.

🌙trafalgar water d. law [coming soon]:

01. oh my, think i need an appointment with the doctor! [coming soon... i hope?] let me be so fr guys, this part will take forever because i cannot write law for the life of me [i make him too ooc 🤡😭]. so, have faith in me and pray for me. synopsis: it was a friday night, you got drunk, your friends drove you back home, you stumbled through your apartment and crashed on the couch. then, why did you wake up in the-doctor-who-lives-next-door's apartment? now it's dawn, and turns out you had stumbled through the hot doctor's door, crashed on his couch, gave him a cheek kiss and bid him goodnight. oh my god, how are you ever gonna meet his eyes again? quick, maybe change apartments! cw: avoidant, touch-starved law, shitty healthcare system, close proximity. law, marry me. smut. (yes. yes, i thrive off tomfoolery. can you let me, please?)

a/n: for the millionth time, thank you so much for entertaining my dumb ideas! it means the world that you guys like whatever stupidity i spew forth. again, feel free to drop suggestions (un-anonymously, if possible 🤭) and i'll try my best to get to that! thankyouuu again <3

[carmybears]

Crimson Wave

this is filth of outrageous proportions and you can blame the hormones.

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: jumping carmy's bones while you're on your period. porn without plot.

word count: 2k

warnings: explicit content, 18+; periods/menstruation, period sex, vaginal fingering, thigh grinding, hair pulling, praise kink if you squint, reader uses a diva cup/menstrual cup

“Hey Baby, how’re you feelin’?” Carmy’s voice rings out sympathetic as he enters your apartment and walks down the hall to you. His eyes grow concerned when he sees you lying on the couch in your rattiest pajamas, nestled under a soft blanket with a heating pad pressed against your lower abdomen, blinking red to indicate that it is on the highest setting.

“Like Midol is a liar and owning a uterus is a scam,” you grumble, gritting your teeth as another wave of cramping pangs at your abdomen.

You catch the quick smile that pulls at the corner of his lips before he crosses the room and drops a kiss onto your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. Is there anything you need?”

“You’ve got sharp knives right? How do you feel about giving me a hysterectomy?”

“Hmm, not great.”

You give him an exaggerated eye roll. “Fine, I guess I’ll settle for cuddling with you instead.”

You sit up, vacating a spot in the corner of the couch for Carmy to settle into. Once he sits down, you settle in against him, grateful for the firm warmth of his body pressing against your lower back.

He throws an arm around you, sliding it around your back allowing his hand to come to rest on your thigh.

“How was your day at work, Bear?” You, ask as you settle your head into his chest.

“It was fine, I guess. Just a medium level of nonsense.”

“Oh, so Richie’s still out sick, huh?”

He snorts and squeezes you against him lightly. “Yeah.”

Together you settle into the couch for a few minutes as reruns of your favorite show play out on the screen in front of you. With your head rising and falling against the steady breathing of Carmy’s chest, you could just about fall asleep, get some welcome rest. However, it would seem that Carmy has another idea.

At some point while you were laughing about a joke on screen, you missed him slipping his hand under the blanket to rest on your bare thigh. He began tracing lazy circles across your skin, sinking low, down by your knees, and looping up closer to the hem of your shorts. You felt a slight chill run up your spine as his hand slipped to the back of your leg, leaving goosebumps over your delicate flesh in his wake.

It became hard to focus on anything that wasn’t his hands. Mentally, you were tracking how close his fingertips were coming to your clothed core, and praying silently that he would just close the gap of those few inches. Eventually, his fingertips grazed the soft flesh beneath your shorts and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

And then his movements stopped.

You craned your neck to look up at him, but his eyes remained dutifully fixed on the TV screen as a smirk played out at the corner of his lips.

You let out your breath in a small huff and try to regain your attention on the TV. You were successful too, for all of about 3 minutes until you feel Carmy slip his other hand up under your t-shirt. Again, he’s tracing long, looping circles over your skin in an absolutely maddening pattern that starts at your lower back and ends at your ribcage, just under the swell of your breast. Every nerve ending in your body feels like a live wire, when eventually he allows his fingers to graze over your hardened nipple, which is extra sensitive from the surge of hormones in your body this week.

“Fuck,” you pant under his touch, and it’s the first thing either of you has said in minutes. “You’re such a tease, Carm.”

Your words set him off, and suddenly you’re scrambling to push away the blanket and heating pad. Carmy has your pajama shorts shoved halfway down your legs, and you kick them off, allowing your legs to fall open under his touch as he strokes at you over the fabric of your panties. The friction of the cotton is positively infuriating as you buck your hips into him, and whine for more, more.

He’s got one hand cupping your breast and his lips are scraping at your neck when his slips his fingers into the front of your panties and pulls them down. God, the sensation of his rough fingers is divine as he gathers your wetness, teasing your entrance with two fingers in a way that has you grasping at his forearm in a desperate attempt to drive them home.

When he does, at last, slip two fingers into you, you’re both met with a moment of confusion as his fingertips grasp, not at your silken walls, but at smooth, rounded silicone.

“What--?”

“My fucking Diva cup,” you groan in frustration, letting your head fall back onto his chest as you let out a breathy laugh. “God, Carm, you had me so riled up, I forgot I was on my period.”

“Diva cup, that’s the one that catches the blood, right?”

You nod slowly, still catching your breath.

“And we can’t…” Carmy’s voice trails off as he shifts his fingers inside of you slightly, causing an uncomfortable shift of the cup.

“No, no,” You squirm away, hiking your panties back over your hips. “Just hold this thought, and I’ll be back in two minutes.”

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When you emerge from the bathroom, your t-shirt skims the tops of your bare thighs, your panties lying forgotten on the bathroom floor.  As your eyes take in the room you notice two things. First, is that an old, dark colored hand towel is draped of the arm of the sofa; second is that Carmy has made the wise decision to remove his overpriced white t-shirt and now leans against the kitchen counter, jeans slung low on his hips, as he takes a sip of water. Your insides turn to putty at the sight of him, drinking so casually as if he hadn’t been driving you into a horny stupor just minutes beforehand.

“Sorry about that,” you stammer as you approach him.

He steps closer to you, smiling warmly at you as he takes your face in his hands and strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “What’re you apologizing for? You got nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl.”

He kisses you then, low and slow. His tongue dips into your mouth to taste you and you groan, sucking at his lower lip. His hands are on your hips, guiding you backwards until your back is against the wall and you make out there for a little while, your hands tangled in his dark golden curls and his nose bumping against yours in his endless mission to smother you in his affections.

You’re satisfactorily turned on by the time he pushes your shirt up and over your head and takes you by the hand, leading you back to your original spot on the couch.

He sits back down, legs wide as you see the bulge of his cock straining against his jeans. You take a moment to admire him, tangled hair and swollen lips and the flush of arousal coloring his chest and neck in a soft pink hue. The golden chain that lays around his neck glistens in the warm light, and you decide that he simply must be the prettiest man alive.

You kneel over him with your knees planted firmly on either side of his left thigh as he runs his hands down your sides and caresses your ass tenderly. Before you know it, he’s got one nipple in his mouth while his fingers deftly toy with the other, rolling the bud in between his fingers in a way that makes you buck along his thigh and hiss at the friction of the denim.

“Fuck,” his voice is ragged in your ear. “Do that again, sweetheart.”

You start to protest, “Your jeans—“

“They’re black and headed for the laundry anyway,” he mumbles as he presses a searing kiss to your mouth. “Now let me see you ride my leg.”

All good sense is lost on you as you start to slowly roll your hips over his thighs, leaving a damp spot on the denim in your wake. Eventually, you build to a rhythm, finding the angle that feels just right as you careen your hips faster, feeling as he tenses his thigh underneath you.

You caution a look at Carmy, and feel wrecked when you notice that his pupils are so blown out that the icy blue of his irises have all but disappeared. He reaches a hand between your bodies to unzip his jeans, relieving pressure on his straining cock. You can see a damp spot forming in the fabric where his tip lay pressed against the waistband and you start to palm him, fingers tracing over the ridges of his veins through the cotton until he stops you.

“There’s no need, babygirl. You were just looking too pretty riding my leg like that, and I had to get more comfortable. Lemme take care of you.”

Finally –fucking finally, he touches you. His big, rough hands glide right through your folds and you’re so wet and pliant under his touch that you want to cry out.

“Please Carmy,” you’re begging his name against his shoulder as he circles your clit with his middle finger, never quite giving you the relief you need. “Fuck, Carm. I need you.”

“Lemme see you, babydoll.”

With strength you didn’t know you still had in you, you straighten your spine, sitting up so that Carmy can watch as as two fingers disappear inside you.

You moan at the stretch, at the relief of his thick fingers finally filling you, but your reprieve doesn’t last long as he starts to stroke against your walls, making come hither motions with his ring and middle finger as his thumb brushes along your clit. You buck your hips in tandem, needing more, more more.

“Ride my fingers, baby,” his voice is gravely in your ear. “Just like that, just like that.”

You’re grasping at his bare shoulders, leaving half-moon shaped indents in his skin as you continue to rock your hips, desperately fucking his fingers like they’re the only thing that will keep you tethered to this earth.

“M’so close, Carmy,” you whine into his ear.

“C’mon baby,” he’s stroking your face and coaxing your eyes to look at him. “Cum for me, baby. Want you to make a mess for me, baby.”

You gasp as you cum, your walls clenching down repeatedly over his fingers as they guide you through the waves of pleasure. You’re pulling Carmy’s hair and you can just barely hear his voice babbling about how good and perfect and beautiful you are over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears.

The waves gradually fade away and you’re still murmuring his name like a prayer as you grasp your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. You feel him slide his fingers out of you and you groan at the emptiness. You’re still seeing stars, vision blurry, but you feel him position the towel on his lap underneath you and guides you to sit back down across his thighs as you come down from your high.

He’s wiped off the pink-tinged fluid from his fingers, and you feel him peppering sweet kisses over your cheeks and forehead, occasionally venturing down to your neck and chest as you catch your breath. Eventually, he kisses your nose and you giggle, tilting your face toward him to kiss him in earnest.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around each other and his voice sounds positively reverent when he presses his lips to your shoulder and mumbles into your skin.

“How d’ya feel.”

You take a moment to assess, realizing that the surge of endorphins from your orgasm has subdued your cramps to a minimal level. That said, you’re still supremely sensitive and can feel Carmy’s cock pressed against you in a way that threatens your sanity with every shift of your bodies.

You wedge a hand between your hips and feel his dick twitch under your fingers as you stroke him through that final layer of cotton.

“I’m feeling like it’s time for round two.”

[elliesbiatch]

Trapped pt. 2

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, angst, fingering, fisting, oral, squirting, rough, sadism/masochism, slight knife/ gun play, cursing, degrading language, basically just absolute FILTH lmk if I forgot anything.

Notes: kinda proofread :) word count: 2k

Reblogs/comments/likes are appreciated 🤍

Fuck. Why am I here? Am I that desperate for her touch that I’ve come all the way out here. I had woken during the night with an uncontrollable need for the auburn haired girl that had fucked me a few weeks ago. The minute she waltzed out the door, leaving me on the desk, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes she was rough and scary but she was so fucking sexy- and I needed her. Even if that was a risky thing to do. I had come back to the building it all happened in- in hopes I would see her patrolling around the area, but nothing.

I sat over at the window to watch out to see if I can spot her. I’m starting to grow impatient- she surely lives around here or something but where? I furrow my eyebrows in thought- she wanted me to come back for more surely. I Stand up and look around the room for clues as to where she could be. I groan as I find nothing. I glance over to the other side of the room to the desk. I walk over and try open the drawer but it’s locked. Shit. I scramble around the room in search for the key but I find nothing. I sigh before opening a little cabinet to see a hammer. Bingo. I bring it over to the desk and begin to hit it. Sorry desk . I slam the heavy tool down onto the desk a few more times.

I’m literally so pathetic doing all this. The desk falls into pieces beneath me and out floats a piece of paper. I pick it up and begin to read it ‘You want more don’t you - meet me here at sunrise in 3 weeks’ it read. I bit my lip and quickly done the calculations. That was in a couple hours. I internally celebrate before shoving the paper into my back pocket. I should probably hide somewhere and wait for her- I still don’t know what her real intentions are. What if her plan was to really kill me this time. I gather my stuff and get comfy in the closet at the back of the room. I have my gun in hand ready for her.

A couple hours pass and I can barely keep my eyes open. The room starts to brighten as I look out of the crack in the closet. It’s sunrise where the fuck is she? Maybe she wasn’t coming. A horrible dread begins to brew in my stomach. Why did I care if she came or not? I open the closet door quietly and tip toe over to the door so I can catch her off guard if she emerges. About 15 minutes pass and I nearly give up when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. That’s gotta be her. Butterflies erupt as I grip my gun harder. “You here?” She coos as I see her shadow get closer to the door.

I quickly turn around the door frame and see her beautiful face again. “Fuck wh-“ she begins as I hold the gun to her. She slowly lifts her hands up in defence. She didn’t have a weapon ready? She lunges forward unexpectedly to try and grab my gun but I manage to push her to the floor. “Hey what the fuck do you think you’re going” she growls as I hold the gun to her temple. “Get up- give me your bag” I instruct. She giggles before doing as I say. “Fine- now what pretty girl” she smirks. “Turn around” I tell her as she raises her eyebrows and says a quick ‘ok’.

I quickly grab the metal handcuffs from my back pocket and slam them onto her wrists. I grab her arm and twist her around to face me. “Kinky” she smirks. “What?-Are you in charge this time or something ?” She asks as she comes closer to me. Fuck she looked so good. “Sit there- I’m gonna take your jeans off” I tell her. She scoots herself up onto one of the desks that was still intact. “I see you came back- got my letter…I knew you were a desperate slut” she says as I pull her jeans and underwear off. I hum and look in awe at her pussy. “So perfect” I mutter under my breathe. “Huh?” She asks. “Nothing”.

I lean down and kiss her inner thigh before biting down on it. She hisses and I smirk. I was gonna fuck her so good. “That hurt” she snaps. I begin to rub over the bite mark- looking up at her. “Don’t lie- you wanted me again too- that’s why you left the letter” I mumble as I creep closer to her wet cunt. I make an ‘o’ shape with my mouth and blow cold air on her pussy making her take in a shaky breath. “No- I was coming to see if you were that needy you had to come back for more” she lies. I hum before aggressively sucking on her throbbing clit. “F-Fuck” she shrieks at the sudden feeling of pleasure.

I suck harder and every once in a while I stiffen my tongue to draw circles on her clit. “You’re fucking dripping” I mutter into her core. “Getting my face all messy” I smirk as her sweet moans fill the room. God- I had imagined this moment so much ever since I last tasted her. She was so delicious. “You gonna cum for me you slut” I ask as her head falls back and her chest rises up and down. “Y-yeah” she breathes and I smirk pulling away. “W-what the F-fuck” she groans as I stand up. “Why the fuck did you do that you bitch” she shrieks. She looks so fucking desperate right now- I bet she’d do anything to cum. “Stay there” I mutter going over to get something from my bag. “Or what” she mutters. “Well- you can run off if you want but then I won’t be able to make you cum” I tell her and she bites down on her lip.

I bring my pocket knife over and lightly trace it down her chest. She’s wearing only a white tank top. I need to see her perfect tits. Her breath hitches as I bring the knife back to the collar of her top. “What are y-“ she starts before I cut down the middle of her top- leaving her chest bare. “Hey I liked this top” she spits. “I like it better off” I mutter before leaning down and taking her nipple in my mouth. She moans and watches as I swirl my tongue around her sensitive bud. “Mmmm that feels so fucking good” she groans as I continue to suck. I bring my two fingers down to her wet cunt and push them in.

Her hips rock slightly against my hand. My pussy starts to ache looking at her. “M-more” she mumbles. “Fuck- you’re greedy aren’t you whore” I groan as she moans loudly. I slip in two more fingers into her pussy and she shrieks. “Is that too much for your little tight pussy” I mutter into her tits. She shakes her head and I continue pumping four of my fingers into her. “Oh shit- that feels so good” she screams as I pick up the pace. “Mmm I’m fucking stretching you out” I moan as she looks down to see me inside her. “You’re such a slut” I groan as she tries to slam herself onto my fingers more.

“You want more baby? You want my fist in your sloppy cunt” I ask. I lean up closer to her face- she tries to speak but my fingers are giving her too much pleasure. “Tell me bitch- you want my fist huh?” I shout at her. “Fuck give me your fist please stretch me out” she manages to scream back. “Your wish is my command” I giggle before sliding my thumb into her too. “Oh shit” she shrieks- tears welling in her green eyes. “Is this too much for you to take?” I groan as her juices coat my fist more and more. “You’re so fucking wet that my fist is sliding in so easily” I groan in awe as her pussy grips and takes me in so easily.

“You got fisted before didn’t you whore? Your slutty cunt got stretched out by someone’s fist before didn’t it?” I coo as she bites hard down on her lip- drawing blood. “You’re such a mess right now” I groan as she takes my fist with ease. The squelching noises fill the room as-well as her pornographic moans. “Harder” she screams as I feel her clench around my fist. “You really want me to destroy you” I groan. I do as she wants and begin to fist her harder. I begin to take it out before slamming it back into her over and over again. Her lower abdomen slightly bulges with every hit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” she screams. “Cum on my fist” I scream as she tightens around me- her legs shake and she squirts onto my arm. “Fuck YEAH JUST LIKE THAT” she screams. I slip my fist out of her and wipe her juices into my jeans. “I’m never washing these” I mutter but she can’t hear me as her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath. She lays flat on the desk as I begin to take off my jeans and underwear. “You gonna clean me up now ? Like a good girl ?” I ask and she props herself up on her elbows. She nods quickly and I smile “good slut”.

I climb up on the desk and position my hips above her sweaty face. She hums before I lower myself on to her face. “Yeah clean me up baby” I moan as eats me out. “Such a good slut for me” I mutter as she swirls her tongue around my clit. I look down at her as she watches me enjoy myself - her green eyes filled with lust as she begins to suck on my throbbing clit. “Fuck- seeing you take my fist made me so wet” I moan. She hums into me as I begin to grind my pussy up and down. “I like being in control of you- you’re such a good listener” I breathe as she sticks her stiff tongue into me.

She slips it in and out of me and I feel the knot form in my belly. “Fuck baby just like that- reward me for making you squirt” I moan. She takes her tongue out of my wet hole and sucks on my clit again. “You gonna cum for me?” She mutters into me sending a vibration through me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I scream as the knot snaps and I release onto her pretty face. I ride it out on her face. “Fuck- your pretty mouth works so good” I pant as I climb off her. I calm my breathing as I get up to put my clothes back on and go to pick my bag up.

She’s still laying on the desk- cunt destroyed- and my juices coating her mouth. “Hey wait” she Leans up. “What?” I ask - about to leave. “Un-cuff me bitch” she says with her eyebrows raised. “Oh shit- nearly forgot” I giggle and walk back over to her. “They fucking hurt” she hisses. “So did the rope” I smirk- rubbing over my wrists. She rolls her eyes as I grab the key from my pocket. I sit her up and grab her wrists and begin to put the key in the hole. “Or maybe I should leave you here like this? Let someone find you- then they’ll know how much of a sex hungry whore you are” I grin. “Fucking open them you bitch” she spits and I laugh while taking them off. “Anyways I gotta go back now” I mumble. “Are we gonna meet again” she asks getting up. “We’ll see” I smirk before leaving the room. Of course I’ll see her again ? This girl has a sexual chokehold on me.

Requests are open because I really don’t have any more ideas rn lmao😫🤍

[mvttsvn]

Good Little, Liar

Literal sadist😳Toji Fushiguro x bratty fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH,  cussing, reader is a masochist, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, pain kink, daddy kink, impact play, degrading pet names “whore, slut”, use of “princess”, Toji threatens to kill you like once👩🏻‍🦯, no prep, mentions of blood, stomach bulge, size kink, mind break, dumbification, no aftercare :/, angsty at the end.

authors note: 2k words, UNEDITED holy fuck this was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. this is completely self indulgent, it so nasty literally how did I even think of this??? I cannot get this shitty ass dad out of my head... literally just ib this one pic🤒

You convinced him alright. Convinced him so much that he whole heartedly believed he picked up and took home a totally different person tonight. You and Toji and been together a couple of times prior, nothing too serious, went out for a drink, maybe kissed, probably rode him in his backseat. Each and every time you put on your good girl façade, always so sweet, and submissive. Following his each every command. Taking exactly what he gives and thanking him for it every time.

He thought you were sent from the gods, how could he have found someone like you, who fit just perfect under his thumb, so willing to do anything just for his attention. Yet here you were, same pretty little girl, same pretty little face, telling him “no” ???.

You were straddling his lap, on his rough leather couch, the tv lowly played a old movie which by now has left both of your minds. The dim light from the kitchen buzzing due to the bulbs starting to burn out, which completely unfazed Toji, but left you slightly annoyed.

“No?” He scoffed.

You adjusted your hands to fit onto his built shoulders had his began gripping you hips tighter and tighter.

“Nope, I don’t want my jaw to hurt in the morning” you gave him a coy smile, while tilting your head down to stare at him through your lashes.

His right hand came up and  roughly gripping your jaw. “Does it look like I fucking care?” He practically growled in your face. In all honesty he was more confused than pissed, of course he was going to immediately put you in your place, but you had him genuinely concerned, we’re you always like this? Did he do something wrong?? You tried to shake you head but due to his grip you could only move so far.

“Now, on. your. knees.” He released his grip only for his hand to move to the back of you neck waiting for you to comply. You slowly leaned in kissing the scar on his lip to kiss down to his jaw then leaning back up to whisper two little words that could make or break your night, probably both.

“Make me”

the millisecond your breathy whisper hit his ear it was over, you were done for. Say goodbye to you legs you’re probably never walking again.

The force in which he pulled you hair made you shriek. He stood up tossing you over his shoulder furiously stomping into the bedroom. He threw you onto his mattress, you couldn’t help but giggle, this is exactly what you wanted it only added to his rage. He threw off his shirt, then gripped your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. He was immediately on top of you, his knees digging into your calves holding down your legs, has one hand gripped both of your wrists and the other tightly around your throat. You were already breathing hard due to anticipation but now he practically had you life in his hands.

“What the fuck did you do with my good little girl hmm?” His voice darkened by lust.

“I don’t know who your talking about” you laughed again, his grip tightening around your throat.

Before you could make another comment his knee was pushed up between your thighs has the hand holding your wrist bunched your shirt up exposing your bra. He ripped the right strap off  making you choke out a gasp, then he slid the rest of garment out from under you to throw it across the room. Toji mouth immediately on your breast teasing you to no avail.

“M..m..more” you choked out, you were in no right to be making demands but you really wanted to see how angry you could make him. His only reply was catching you nipple on a canine and biting down hard. You almost screamed, you thought he probably wanted to see you bleed.

He continued his teasing, you wanted to keep this game up for longer but your vision was starting to get hazy from the lack of oxygen. You started pawing at his shoulders, while wrapping you legs around his waist, quietly pleading, “I’m.. I’m sorry... T...oji..I’m...” the hand on your throat let go to harshly slap your thigh making you yelp in pain once again.

“That’s not my name. C’mon what is it?”... you met his harsh gaze, maybe just a little longer... “Toj-“ he slapped you across the face. You didn’t make a single sound but the tears pricking your eyes said enough. Lucky for you, Toji’s into that.

He met your lips in a sloppy kiss shoving his tongue down your throat. You tapped his collar bone silently signaling you needed to breathe, once he moved away he removed his pants and helped you wiggled out of yours.

“Who knew you’re such a fucking brat” he slapped your thigh again watching you squirm. His hand hovered over your already drenched cunt, as he starred right into your eyes. The flush on your chest started moving to you face. Why were suddenly getting all worked up now??

“Are you gonna give in already?, gonna be my good little whore again?”, you wanted to answer no again because he looked so hot when he was angry. The words got caught in your throat and all you could do was nod.

He lightly slapped your clit “Hmm need to hear it little girl, tell me who owns you?”

“you do....daddy” you admitted, you tilted your down, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

His calloused palm came up and caressed your jaw leaning in closer. “Are you sorry? Tell daddy your sorry for being such a brat.” He mocked making a fake pout. “M’sorry daddy, j..just wanted to make you angry.”

“I know you did princess...” He reeled his hand back to full on slap your cunt, squirming up the bed you let out a pathetic whine.

He slapped three, four more times now, and the tears started running down your face. He moved to tuck his face in the nape of your neck, leaving deep red bruises as he moved down your torso.

The muscles in his back rippled as he held himself up but the palms of his hands. God he looked so..big... not sure if he would ever explicitly admit the he liked how he overpowered you in almost every single way...but you liked it too.

There was no way you could’ve played you act for any longer, he would’ve choked you out. And would’ve done it with ease since his hand was bigger than your actual face. You knew how dangerous this was, yet still tilled wanted to play fire, but alas here you were once again, bowing to his every command.

“D..d..ddaddy..p..please..”

“Aw there she is” he lifted his face from you chest giving you one of his sickening grins. “I thought he wanted to play the little bitchy brat huh? What happened?” His voice dripping with mockery.

“N..need..you”

“How princess, you know daddy can’t help if you don-“

“please, PLEASE! need daddy’s cock! ….” you were getting impatient now, was this the most he was going to? you expected at lea-.

The scream ripped from you chest was silenced by the strong hand around your throat in a death like grip. He shoved his whole cock inside your tight little cunt, there was no prep not even when you were on the couch, he didn’t he stuff his fingers in your little cunt to stretch you out. You knew he was big, since the time he shoved his entire cock down your throat but feeling it twitch inside you making you feel like your being absolutely split open on Toji’s cock.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, you knew how much he was enjoying this. New tears pricked from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, he moved his free hand pinching your clit between his fore finger and thumb, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. The hand on your throat gripped your hair moving so his face was flushed with yours, spatting in your ear, “You don’t cum until I say, understand?” All you could do was whine in response.

“I give you rules for a reason break them and I’ll kill you where you lay.” A threat, empty of not, it had you clenching hard around his dick. You glanced down to where you were connect, to be met with a indescribable bulge in your lower stomach.

Dear god, bless your poor cervix, he hasn’t even started moving yet  and you could feel the intrusion all the same. He started rocking his hips slight against yours, at least he was giving you sometime to adjust, all while staring two lust filled hole into your head as you writhed and whimpered underneath him. He pulled his hips back to pull out but when he’s met with the slightest sign of blood mixed with the milky white arousal coating his dick, he could’ve came right there.

He gripped your hips sinking right back into you making you scream once again. “DA-DADDY..fuck..shit..” the tears running down you face only egged him on.

“So god damn tight, maybe I should never prep you again, if you’re gonna feel like this every time” he groaned. “Such dirty little words, I would’ve punished you if you didn’t already dig yourself a grave”.

The pained moans falling from your lips were music to ears. Profanities fell from his as he continued a rough pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb, no coherent thought where making their way to you consciousness. Only daddy, Toji, and cock.

You have gotten numb to the pain but right now you were putting all you effort into not focusing on the way his dick was bruising you cervix, trying so hard not to come just from the way his pelvic bone catches your clit. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you till he lightly slapped your cheek. “Aw look at you, you’ve gone all stupid. Too bad, if you played nice I would’ve let you cum by now.” The malice in his voice made you clench around his cock, squeezing more of your arousal on his thighs. “ at least you’re taking me so well.” His breath hitched as his thrust stared getting sloppy.

“Holy fuck, keep squeezing just like that-“ you saw his abs clench, “remember you don’t cum till I say” his eyes flicked right back into yours you nodded, more like messily rolled your head around. “Holy fuck princess...” he was practically already using your cunt like a toy. With a last few harsh thrust he filled you cunt to the brim with hot, thick cum.

The groans falling from his mouth sounded almost angelic. All you could let out was a low whine met with heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down his toned chest shone from the dim light of the lamp on the corner the side table. He pulled out watching his cum drip out of you down to your asshole and onto his dark sheets.

Your body laid motionless barely opening your eyes to see him move away from edge and walk to his discarded pants. Your brain couldn’t even process this as you licked you’re tongue to wet your now dry lips.

Then it dawned that he didn’t let you cum... that fucker. You couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Because here you were unsatisfied, speechless, practically crippled, staring blankly at the ceiling. As he sat and lit a cigarette on the opposite end of the bed.

Notes: I am so sorry. There’s just something about Toji Fushiguro that I just forget how to function correctly. Um I hope you enjoyed! And that I didn’t rot ur brain too much<3

ps: ppp..ppart 2??? fluff???😏

[jjksblackgf]

soft cushion

pairing — kim seokjin x black female reader genre — smut word count — 2k summary — “His favorite view was, now, the contrast between the melanin of your skin and the red lingerie he bought for you as you danced on his lap” warning — explicit sexual content, lap dancing, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, multiple orgasms, soft dirty talk, cussing; honestly, just your basic filth

a/n  — omg, I’m just so excited for this series! This is just a few of the naughty, filthy, nasty shit that I imagine with the members, I hope they don’t get offended or anything skjsksjksj I had the idea with the Jungkook one-shot that will come later in the series, but I won’t take anymore of your time with this note. The goodies will be under the cut, enjoooy <3

Tour. That was the word that you’ve been hearing the most for the past three months. All the preparations, the extra practices, all the rehearsals, and Jin with his mind all over the place because he thinks he’s not focusing enough.

To be honest, you always thought he had the coolest job. He can travel all around the world and see the faces of many, many fans. And the best part was to see the sparkle in his eyes as he told you all the good things that his job had to offer.

But it wasn’t always the best, and it is one of the hardest jobs out there. To you, it was particularly hard when you had to be separated. Which was about to start tomorrow.

His first show in Seoul would be in a couple of days, and you decided that it would be in his best interest if he just focused 100% on his job. Him having to come to your apartment late at night just to leave early in the morning was not the best choice, especially if the dorm was closer to the company.

So, to have a “goodbye party”, you wanted to give Jin a lapdance. He loves when you dance for him. He loves to see how sexy you look wearing nothing but your confidence. And some high heels.

You’ve been planing on this for the past week or so, and you wanted to set up a moody room that would be engraved in his memory. It had to be perfect because your man deserves the best. 

After half a day decorating your room, everything was ready for his arrival. Now you just had to wait for him to come home.

You heard the front door unlock and went to take your place in the bathroom, as you wanted him to imagine what was going to happen before you came to his view.

“Babe?” he called, but you didn’t answer. He saw rose petals in the living room that gave a trail to your bedroom. He was now intrigued and excited. Most of his tiredness was now replaced by his horny instincts.

It wasn’t the first time you surprised him like this before he went on tour. He was expecting something to happen in the bedroom, as it’s where the usual surprises had taken place. But this rose petal shit had his senses tingling.

He quickly dropped his bag on the sofa and rushed to the bedroom. He opened the door and the first thing he noticed was the dim lights, followed by the aroma of vanilla-scented candles. “This is nice”, he thought.

He looked to his left and saw more candles and an improvised tent above the bed, made of a bedsheet and Christmas lights with a few throw pillows placed in a chair with a note that read “seat here”.

He cheered a little and eagerly obeyed.

���I’m sitting, babe” He let you know out loud and you could see the smile on his face just by the sound of his voice. And that was your cue to put on your favorite mood playlist and Jin knew he was in for a show. He grinned widely as he recognized the song.

“Are you ready, baby?” you said coming out of the bathroom. You walked and took your place in front of him, legs slightly apart and hand on your hips. His jaw dropped slightly as he looked at you. 

You were wearing the red lingerie that he bought you, knowing it would compliment your melanin. He was absolutely right. You moved to his side and whispered to his ear: “No touching”

A shiver took control of his spine as he gulped loudly. He dried his sweaty palms in his jeans, that were now outlining his hard bulge. You leaned back and placed your right foot in between his tighs, he widened them more, your heels making slight contact with his dick. He hissed.

You looked down and noticed his growth, smirking.

“We can take care of that later” you said, making Jin look a you “But know, just follow my hands”

You moved your hands to your face and winked at him as he smiled and made himself more relaxed in his chair. You then moved them to your neck, scratching it slightly with your nails. You closed your eyes and move your head side to side.

Opening your eyes and making eye contact with Jin as you slowly moved your palms to cup your breasts. He licked his plump lips as you squeezed them. 

Your hands headed down to your crotch, but before you could touch it, you removed your leg from the chair and turned with the beat of the music.

You started to move your hips, hands caressing your sides as they went up to your hair. You looked back to see Jin moving his eyes from your ass to your eyes. 

You close your eyes again to get into the music. Your hands were now doing their best to slowly move down your back, palming your ass and bending over slightly. Jin moaned as you scratched your skin again, this time leaving a faint mark.

You then squatted down, Jin now seeing your side profile. You caressed your thighs and send him a kiss as you came to all fours and crawled to his front. He bit his lips and smirked.

With your hand on his knees, you danced your way to his lap, first standing up, then turning your back at his chest and sitting right at his crotch.

You leaned back on him as you body-rolled, wanting really bad for him to touch you. But he was always a good boy.

You placed your legs right by his outer thighs and leaned forward to hold his knees again. This time with the perfect leverage to grind on his dick.

“Fuck!” He screamed. “Please let me touch you” he begged

“Why do you want to touch me, baby?” you asked “To rub my ass faster on your dick?” And just because of your words, you decided to grind even slower

Jin took a deep breath and tried to control the urge to touch you, he knew his good behavior always paid off.

Looking at your ass move back and forth and then up and down would be tattooed in his eyelids for the rest of your days apart, he was sure of that. It would make the list of his top favorite views. 

His favorite view was, now, the contrast between the melanin of your skin and the red lingerie he bought for you as you danced on his lap. That’s definitely his number 1.

You were getting tired of this dance, and you were getting wetter and wetter with every grind, so you decided to finalize it.

You set up straight, grabbing Jin’s hands and placing them on your thighs “Time for your reward” you said looking at him. He widened his eyes as you moved his hands to cup your breasts. He wasted no time and grabbed them firmly, making you moan.

You made sure his fingers came in contact with the front hook of your bra. He took the hint and easily opened them, throwing them on the floor.

You danced a little more as you moved his hands on your sides, stopping at the hem of your panties, you stood up and let his thumbs slide your panties off as you bent over, exposing your wet core.

That was it for him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you. He needed to be between your legs, tasting you, making you moan as many times as possible.

“Babe” he pleaded with a sweet voice. You could never say no to him when he asked like that, so you both stood up and you pushed him to the bed, then getting on top of him. He kissed you firmly, holding your sides. His lips were soft against yours, your tongues melding against each other.

You grabbed a chunk of his hair as he deepened the kiss. He moved both of you so he could be on top, one of his thumbs drawing circles against your waist, the other cupping one of your tits.

He let a loud moan as you bit his lower lip, placing both of your tighs on his sides. He moved his hand to your core and circled your clit with his thumb, making you drop his lips to moan loudly.

He then inserted his two fingers in you and moved them back and forth slowly to concentrate on not dropping the friction on your clit.

But he couldn’t concentrate enough, he wanted to hear you moan once more, so he focused on working your sweet spot, hitting it with the speed of the music. 

He wanted to hear your moans from the VIP section, so he buried his head on the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses at your collarbones. The sensation of his kisses and fingers were too good for you, so good that you needed more.

Your hands went to move around your clit as the other held tight at the same chunk of his hair. The more in sync you both stimulated your sensitive spots, the tighter was the knot forming in your belly.

Jin noticed you were close by the way you were clenching on his fingers and knew just how to push you over the edge. “Cum for me, baby” he whispered in your ear. His velvety voice was always your breaking point. You reached your first orgasm of the night with a scream, and Jin stopped all his movements to help you calm down.

But you were ready for the next one and your hips moved in search of more friction. “Do you want to cum again, my love?” He asked softly 

“Yes” you answered

“Tell me how” he demanded.

“On your lips” you whispered. His eyes darkened at the sight of you massaging your tits, and he considered just lowering his head and doing what you wanted him to.

But you were his queen, and this was going to be his last hit for a while, he wanted you to remember this night too. So he decided that his lips would be the soft cushion of your throne.

He took off his clothes to make himself more comfortable and he laid on the bed. “My face is your throne, sit where you belong”

And so you did. You placed one leg over him and sitted facing his dick, his plump lips waiting to please you.

He first wetted his lips and kissed your outer lips, then placing his tongue out and flicking it over your clit before sucking it in.

You arched your back and moaned his name. He grabbed you by the hips and placed you lower so the suction could be deeper.

You arched forward and placed your hands on his chest. He placed his tongue out, so you rode it back and forth, your entrance making contact with the tip of his nose. 

The sight of his dick throbbing and wanting to be used made you salivate and made you wetter, the extra juices going directly on Jin’s top lip. He moaned with your taste and sucked your clit once more.

He then placed you again on your back, with your knees now on his shoulders. He placed his fingers inside you once more, but this time his lips went to your clit.

He moved his head side to side as he licked your clit, contrasting with the in and out movements of his hands.

The knot on your belly returned as he continued the combination of suction and fingering, only taking a couple of minutes to make you cum once again.

He laid on your side as you took a few deep breaths. You look to your side and you both smiled. “My turn” you tuned, more than happy to be the one to make him cum just like you did.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Home

Pro Hero! Iida Tenya x Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

This fic is rated M for Mature audiences only

Warnings: Smut, light temperature play, sensory play/depravation, light bondage, nipple play if you squint, Daddy kink, DD/LG dynamic, soft Dom Tenya, a little bit of fluff <3

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I have no clue why soft Dom Tenya just popped into my head like a fucking whack-a-mole. All I could think of for hours was his huge hand on the back of my neck, squeezing and comforting me, or pulling me to whisper absolute filth into my ear. Honestly Tenya is slept on, and I for one simp for him heavily. He’s got soft Dom vibes, because he likes rules and regulations, but I don’t think he’s got the attitude of a brat tamer. Idk that’s just me lmao. 

Also, the beginning is a bit weird. You basically fight your family (that you don’t like very much). So yeah, be warned.

Anyway, enjoy the read~

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This wasn’t the first time you’d brought Tenya to a family dinner. In fact, he’d come with you ever since the first time you asked to introduce him to your family. They loved him to pieces, especially considering he was a high ranking hero from a well-known hero family. But this was the first time you’d used your signal around family. 

Your family was unaware of the extent of your relationship with Tenya, so you tried your hardest to keep them from finding out. They wouldn’t take it lightly if they knew about the dynamic the two of you had. The only family that knew was your sister, and she understood the secrecy, she would be in a similar situation if she were in a serious relationship. 

It was only an hour into the night when your family got a bit too politically and religiously aggressive. You were used to this, used to them talking about the workings of the world and their own beliefs. Obviously you didn’t feel the same way as most of your family, but they didn’t know that. You just avoid those conversations as much as possible. 

Of course, your sister was a little more open about her difference in opinion, and you had to defend her and diffuse the situation before things got out of hand. Now things were a bit awkward. She’d left in a bit of a storm and you were left to hopefully explain, in a much more sedated manner, how not everyone will think the same way and people had a right to their own opinions. 

Being the person you are, the elders in the family had overpowered you and you were left to sit and listen to them rambling on in an attempt to change your mind. It was times like these you seriously considered cutting yourself off from them. And it was times like these you were grateful Tenya was there.

Your head was starting to hurt from the stress of the situation, and you were visibly tense, shoulders high, jaw clenched, hands clasped hard in your lap, knee bouncing wildly. You could feel Tenya’s concerned gaze on you. He was worried for you, always so in tune with your emotions. That’s why you trusted him to take care of you.

When you’d finally had enough but had no idea how to get out of the situation, you discreetly reached over and placed your hand on Tenya’s thigh and squeezed twice. That’s the signal you used when you needed to leave as quickly as possible. As he put his mind to work, his hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. The motion had you relaxing into his touch, calming your breathing and waiting patiently for him to get you out of the situation.

It only took a few minutes for his phone to start ringing, and he excused himself from the table with a polite smile to take the phone call. Less than a minute later he came back in and explained that there was an emergency at his agency and needed to head into the office. The both of you were on the road within minutes, and the entire ride home his hand was on your thigh, rubbing soothing shapes into your flesh. He explained that no, he didn’t have an emergency at the agency and the call was from Izuku after Tenya had texted him.

Finally home, you let out a heavy sigh. Tenya could tell how exhausted you were, and when the both of you settled into bed he sat up and pulled you into his lap and held you tight, smoothing his large hands over your back. “Are you alright baby?” You nod into his chest, “Yeah. I’m okay.” He hummed, the vibrations running through your body. He knew you were still tense, but he kept quiet, waiting. He always was a patient man.

After a few deep breaths you pulled away and looked up at him. “Can we play?” One of his hands came up and threaded his fingers through your hair. “How do we ask to play?” Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath, already settling into subspace, then opened them again as you asked, this time properly. “Can we please play, Daddy?” A soft smile found its way onto his face as he leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “Of course baby. We can play.”

With that, it all started. It didn’t take long for you to be tied to the bed on your back, blindfolded with noise-cancelling earbuds in your ears. There was nothing for several long minutes, then the bed dipped between your legs. The excitement was building as you waited for him to touch you, not knowing what you’d feel first. 

Your back arched and you let out a gasp as icy cold enveloped a nipple, warm lips contrasting with a cold tongue as it laved over the quickly perking bud. The other was not neglected, thick fingers working it until it was hard, before switching. That same cold tongue was trailed up to the dip in your collarbone, then down your sternum all the way to your pubic bone, making you shiver.

When the cold began to warm, the sensations stopped as Tenya pulled away. The bed shifted ever so slightly, and the next thing you felt was that icy cold on your clit. You shouted out a moan and your body involuntarily jerked, but his large hands gripped your hips, holding you still as his chilled tongue swirls over the bundle of nerves. One of his hands released you and two thick fingers slipped into your already soaked cunt, immediately curling up to hit that gummy spot inside you.

With only a few pumps of his fingers the knot in your belly snapped, and your walls clenched down on his fingers as you shook with your first orgasm of the night. His fingers didn’t stop moving until you were mewling and whining that it was too much. Then all the stimulation stopped, and the only indication he was still between your legs was the dip in the bed.

After a few moments of catching your breath, his hands gripped onto your hips again, and you felt him push just the tip of his thick cock into you. Even just that had you panting and moaning, attempting to squirm and force more of him inside you, but his hands held you firm. His body heat rolled off him in waves as he leaned down, his chest almost flush with yours. 

Then there was cold on your neck, and he slowly pushed himself into you as he sucked a bruise into your skin, bottoming out fully as he pulled his mouth away. He stilled his hips and pulled the earbuds out of your ears, allowing you to hear what was happening. “How does that feel baby?” For a split second you were confused, but then cold reappeared on your body, rubbing around your nipples and breasts and cold beads of liquid dripping down your skin.

You let out another gasp, and he could feel your pussy clamp down on his length. With a chuckle, he pinched your nipple harshly making you squeal and squirm. “That’s not an answer, babygirl.” Your words were breathy, but you got them out anyway. “F-feels good, Daddy.” A deep satisfied hum rumbled through his chest and he kissed your neck softly, “There we go. Now tell me what you want baby.”

He rolled his hips into you, grinding into you before stilling again. You answered through a lengthy moan, knowing he’d fuck you thoroughly, but only if you asked him to. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.” He sighed out in your ear and his hand found its way to your neck, but there was almost no pressure on your throat. “Good girl,” he growled into your ear, and the praise made you shudder.

Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back into you, grinding his cock into your walls and dragging the head along your g-spot perfectly. He kept that slow pace, the hand at your throat moving to your hip. The other was rubbing another ice cube over your skin, making you shiver and clench down on his cock. He massaged the ice into your skin, slowly rocking his hips into yours, until it was completely melted and his fingers began to warm you again.

It was almost torture how slow he fucked you, how steady he ground his cock along your wet walls. You were mewling underneath him, whimpering and bucking your hips to get him to move faster. Your limbs tugged at your restraints, wanting nothing more than to tangle your hands in his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, pull him into you faster, harder. He knew what you wanted, you knew he did, but he wanted you to ask for it. He would wait, slowly thrust up into you until you asked him like the good little girl you are. And by god were you his good girl. 

“Daddy~ Please Daddy, more~” Your voice was almost a whine as you begged him for more, begged for him to go harder. Still dragging out his thrusts, a hand came up to your chin, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. His breath was warm on your face, heavy pants rolling over your skin. “More what sweetheart? What does my baby want?” With a whine you bucked your hips, only barely managing the movement with one of his hands still gripping your hip tight. 

“Use your words baby. You have to tell Daddy what you want.” You nearly sobbed when his cock head dragged harshly against your g-spot. “Please fuck me harder, Daddy! I need it~” He groaned out at your needy state, “Good fucking girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl aren’t you~” It wasn’t phrased as a question, more fact, but you found yourself nodding anyway. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting his hips back to yours.

You moaned out with each snap of his hips, his pace slowly getting faster and heavier. Soon he was pounding into you, and that coil in your stomach tightened, your legs tensing and pulling at the ropes connecting you to the bed. Tenya knew how close you were, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock signaling him of your nearing climax. He pressed two fingers into your mouth, and you suckled on them, coating them in saliva before he pulled them away and rubbed at your clit.

The contact had you gasping for air, panting hard as your orgasm built up even further. Tenya leaned down and kissed you, deep and passionate, tongue twisting with yours. That’s all it took to have you cumming, and he swallowed your sobbed moans as your pussy clamped down around him. He kept pounding into you, dragging out that high just a little before he was pumping hot ropes of cum into you, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely.

Still inside you, he untied your limbs and blindfold, and pulled you into his chest as he rolled onto his side, peppering kisses onto your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at Tenya, tired and satisfied, and he kissed you sweetly as you relaxed into him further. “How are you feeling?” You nod softly, “Good. Thank you Tenya.” He pulled you in and hugged you tight. “Of course baby. You did so good for me. Such a good girl.” The praise had you feeling all warm and fuzzy, and you nuzzled into him.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and go to bed okay?” You nodded as he carried you into the bathroom. You washed up and cuddled in bed until you fell asleep, at home in his arms.

[gyllenhaalstories]

SOUTHPAW, PART 1: HEADCANONS.

notes: dear anon: thank you for making me appreciate jake the rapper! also i know nothing about rap, so i’m sorry if this is pure trash! i never finished watching southpaw because it was too dark for me, but i took some very loose inspiration from it. warnings: mentions of dark past, mentions of sexual content... this got really long (2k words). gifs credits: alphalewolf. extras: if you want more informations about rapper!jake, please scroll through my blog. i have edited some older posts with the tag: topic: rapper!jake, so check it out if you’re interested. i have taken some ideas and put them in this list. (at the end of the list i provided some goodies!)

PART TWO WILL BE UPLOADED SOON, KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT!

attention, attention! please note i know absolutely nothing about rap. i very rarely enjoy listening to rap music, it’s simply not for me. this might be inaccurate and off compared to the actual world of hip hop and other similar genres. i apologize for my lack of knowledge! this is an au in which jake is not an actor or a producer or anything of the sort. his fame, he built it with his music. you must keep that in mind while reading these headcanons or else it will get confusing. also, i’ve taken some loose inspiration from jake’s actual work, but that’s just for the sake of backstory. are you ready to dive in this twisted fantasy?

Jake Gyllenhaal. Known as Hall. He exploded the charts after being picked up by one of the biggest record companies for his first album: Hall of Fame. He was a rookie, yet he was older than most of the rappers you can think of today. He worked his way up undercover. He started participating in poetry and slam nights at local cafés. He became a songwriter, through connections. He sold some songs that are absolute classics today, but he does not care. He did not feel like they fit him anyway.

Growing up, Jake had it rough. There was a lot of fighting at home. His older sister was the perfect angel and him? The absolute disaster child. It was not like he ran after danger and trouble, he seemed to always be at the wrong place in the wrong time, he hung out with the wrong crowd. He managed to avoid juvie on some miracle. What was the miracle, you might ask? He was caught robbing some local bank with his “friends” and the cops, at first, did not believe he was innocent. While his friends were screaming and threatening the innocent clients of the bank, Jake actually tried to help them out of the building safely. The cops arrived at the same moment and thought he was keeping the strangers hostage. He was arrested on the spot. The other guys played the victims, blamed it all on Jake but it was only when Jake wrote the whole story, from the beginning where his friends manipulated him and made of him their puppet to when he felt this adrenaline rush telling him he needed to save the strangers that night. His writing was too sincere, too raw to be a web of lies. The police released him, but they kept an eye on him.

His escape were writing and music. He impressed all of his teachers at school. Talented, gifted, magical. That was how they described Jake at every parent and teacher meeting. Writing dumb sentences that made very little sense and playing with a guitar after school, that did not make his parents very proud compared to his sister who was on top of all of her classes and working hard for a future of wealth and success.

Music was his entire life. He would come home from school and blast music until he was called out for dinner. Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Heart, Pink Floyd, Metallica, name it. He liked it loud. He liked it weird. He liked it with a deeper message, with double meaning.

He worked all types of jobs, some legal and some not so much. He was saving money for college. He applied. He got in. He started his classes. He had big dreams, too, he had ambitions. Maybe he could his talent to good use? He wanted to study philosophy, literature, music, creative writing... Anything that required thought and depth. He made friends, there. He befriended the edgy punk guy, he had tattoos everywhere, he listened to the same bands, he was quiet but his essays spoke volumes.

Jake was disappointed, his illusions were broken. He hated the format of his classes, the feeling like his opinion and his inspiration did not matter, it was always about meeting some stupid requirements to please a rich professor who did not care about passion, about talent, about originality. Jake dropped out, soon followed by his friend. His friend was hired at a tattoo parlor and Jake hung out there all the time. He would stay up until 5 am, 6, 7, all night and all day long. He loved the clients there. He would write and read his writing out loud to the clients when they were tortured by the needle shooting the ink in their skin. Talented and gifted, they all the same thing.

He started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

He wrote, not just stories and opinion pieces. He started writing songs, melody and lyrics. He started playing them, he started writing his own poetry too. He was introduced to freestyle battles. And as he fought against other talented thinkers, he noticed he spoke with a tempo, with a rhythm. He was rapping and he did not even realize it.

His career sky rocketed from the moment a music producer attended one of the rap battles. He was famous, he got quite the thick wallet and the connections. Jake was introduced to legends of hip hop. They all influenced him as his career grew to become something overwhelming and terrifying, yet thrilling and addictive.

Hall had a style of his own, though. It was romantic, yet absolutely disgusting and dark. It was aggressive, yet vulnerable and philosophical. He spoke of his trauma, of his hatred, of his envy, of his fears... He used his songs as an escape. He was becoming his own escape.

And his own prison. His family did not care about him, he was a shame, even. Aside from his old college friend, he never built strong friendships. They were all after him for fame and cash. He slept around, guys and gals, threesomes, foursomes... He did not care, anything for some genuine connection, even if it lasted for a very lazy and messy fifteen minutes in the trashy bathroom of a concert hall. Rumour had it he was a great lover, but he was so bad at loving.

Now it gets interesting...

Hall rapped alongsides Eminem, Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott... The biggest pop stars were fighting just to get him to rap a line in their songs. Rihanna wishes he was the one singing Love the way you lie, does that give you an idea? He appeared on duets. He wrote more solo albums, sold them instantly. He never left the top of the billboard in weeks, months, if not years. It never really got to his head. He was still that sensitive boy writing about knights and princesses in his bedroom with walls covered by band posters. Fans did not care about this side of him, they loved him for his lyrics about snorting coke, drinking his pain away and fucking whoever wore the tiniest skirt around.

His latest album, Southpaw, was an even bigger hit. Pure filth. Pure gold. Imagine 13 tracks, Cardi’s and Megan’s WAP but reversed. He does not rap about how good he fucks people. He raps about how good they feel. That’s some real depth here, no pun intended.

You met him at one of his concerts. Your friend won VIP passes, so you were standing in the front and got to take a picture with him. You did not understand the hype around taking a photo with this guy, he just stood there and looked absolutely emotionless.

You hated rap, or perhaps you loved it. You did not care much for Jake, that was for sure. You thought he was just another lame rapper who thought he was the real deal because his lyrics were so explicit, even the clean versions made angels cry. The truth was, you did not know much a bout him. You found him too commercial, like he was scared of becoming irrelevant.

You saw right through him already.

But him? He already cared too much about you. You caught his attention as he rapped his songs. He could not take his eyes off you. You weighted heavy on his mind, caused him to stutter and forget lyricvs. Fans laughed, they said he was probably too drunk or too high too focus. Drunk in love, that’s what it was.

There was something about you. Maybe it was the Black Sabbath shirt you wore. Maybe it was the unimpressed look on your face. Maybe it was your plump lips he wanted to kiss. Maybe it was the sight of you laughing with your friend that made his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was the fact you treated him like a normal person even if you had not spoken to him first.

So, you met backstage.

Your friend was beaming from ear to ear, showering Jake in compliments.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jake asked you.

“For someone who shows no emotion, sound dead inside and look like they wish they were doing anything but making dozens of thousands of dollars by singing a couple of semi mediocre tracks, yeah, it was not that horrible.”

He was up for a challenge.

You two exchanged insults like it was a boxing match. Each round was getting more and more intense. It was no longer insults, it was straight up flirting. You noticed when your bodies were so close you could smell the scent of watermelon chewing gum that escaped from his warm breath. You could hear the way his raced even faster than yours.

You were snapped out of this fantasy by his bodyguard, indicating other fans waited for him.

He remembered the name your friend called out, saying he needed to bring you home before something bad happened.

It was the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

He hung out around that concert hall for the next couple of days. At the bar nearby, at Starbucks, at McDonald’s, anything for the sake of seeing your face again.

And he did.

You were walking out of the record store with a vinyl of Heart squeezed under your arm. You looked so happy. You had paint stains all over your clothes. You were erasing the memories of a terrible relationship by decorating your tiny apartment, and you needed to set the right ambiance. You needed guidance, you found it in the strong minds of the ladies behind Heart, in Joan Jett, in Stevie Nicks. You found your silver lining in music.

Jake ran behind you, he pretended he was out jogging and he mysteriously bumped into you. He grabbed your vinyl before it could fall on the ground.

“Nice pick.”

“We finally agree on something.”

Another round of flirty insults...

... That ended in the two of you fucking like animals on the floor of your apartment.

And fucking on the couch the next day.

On the kitchen counter the morning after.

And finally, on the bed. That was a really special one. Jake was the first person to be on your bed since the departure of your ex. He could feel that you were not in the mood for a rough battle for dominance.

That night, he made love to you.

For, quite possibly, the first time in his life, he expressed his love directly to somebody. “Princess, baby girl, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing”, he showered you in compliments, and praises. The slow movement of his hips, the intense passion in his eyes and love in his heart spoke louder than the music you were playing in the background to set the mood.

You were not just another trophee to hang on the wall. You were special.

He was special too.

He bought you every record that reminded him of you. He bought you collector items of your favourite bands. From the silliest decoration to a new car to replace your crappy one, passing by tickets to exclusive and sold-out shows, Jake had never felt more famous in his life than when he was with you.

His fans noticed the change in his songs, in his lyrics. They were just as explicit, just as rotten and just as corrupted. However, they came from a place of light and love, not of darkness and rage.

He sang about how good your felt when you climaxed around him. How drenched he was whenever he made you squirt. How he loved to taste himnself on your lips. How he was full of love and of lust for you. How he would quit everything if it meant he would live a normal life, for once, and with you.

You inspired so many songs that became massive world-wide hits.

You travelled the world with him on tour. You helped him design his new merch and you wore his t-shirts with pride. You attended concerts in your freetime. You loved staying up all night, painting and drawing while he was writing about this mirage of a goddess, blessing his existence with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

He was addicted to you.

He was crazy for you.

And he went crazy on you.

for research purposes and not because i wasted my time hearing eminem talk about stuff i don’t understand so i could stare at jake’s thighs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP_cKP4OjsA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whV5oQDvVWE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGqC9URTJIQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5imXD1LPnwo

and finally, for good measure :

@gyll-yee-haw​ ily

[the-iceni-bitch]

You On Top and Me Underneath

Kinktober Day 7: Spanking

Pairing: kitten!Johnny Storm x shark!fem Reader (NLLYL)

Words: ~2k

Summary: You’ve had enough of his attitude.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (dom/sub vibes, femdom, mommy kink, anal play, salad tossing), bratty Johnny, surprising softness, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This went in a drastically different direction than I had planned but I kinda love it? I imagine this being while they were further into their relationship, like Johnny knows what she expects from him but sometimes that bratty attitude just wins out. I’m honestly a little in love with them.

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“Study.” Your voice was dangerously low when you walked through the front door, Johnny fighting between snapping to follow your orders immediately and really throwing a tantrum. But then you growled, and your tongue swept across your bottom lip in that way it did when you were furious, and he felt his stubborn, bratty attitude start to dissolve. “Now.”

He knew when he had fucked up, exactly which shot of vodka had shifted him from just pouty to straight up bitchy, the lack of attention from you making him want to stamp his feet and whine in your ear while his hands grabbed you everywhere. Which you absolutely did not appreciate, even though the look of pure shock on your face when he walked up behind you and pinched your ass in front of your partners had almost made it worth it.

Now you were back at your apartment though, and you were giving him that look like you were deciding the best way to tear him apart, and he was pretty sure all of his drunk ideas were about to get him into a world of hurt.

Johnny only dragged his feet a little when he started making his way to the study, pouting at you over his shoulder in an attempt to soften you up but quickly deflating when he saw the snarl on your face. He picked up the pace when you cleared your throat again, swallowing thickly when he finally stepped inside the study and tried to keep his spine up a little when you prowled past him.

“I didn’t…”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, kitten.” You were soooooo pissed, he was in so much trouble, whimpering when you shook your head when he attempted to step closer to you so he could kiss that spot on your neck that made you sweeten up on him. “You stay right there.”

“But…”

All it took was a click of your tongue for him to snap his jaw shut, a low whine escaping from him when you moved to your bar and poured yourself a glass of Clase Azul. He knew that you would give him a piece of your mind once you had a few sips, even though his inclination was to plead his case and try to appease you so he could spend the rest of the night resting his head on your thigh and licking your pussy to make it up to you.

“What am I gonna do with you kitten?” You sat on the edge of your desk and gave him a firm look, the high slit of your gown sliding open so he could get a good view of the long line of your bare leg in those Jimmy Choos and god he wanted to let you wrap that leg around his neck. “Explain to me exactly what was unacceptable about your behavior tonight. Mommy wants to know you understand what you did wrong.”

“I… I embarrassed Mommy in front of her friends.” He didn’t think mentioning the actual pinch was a good idea, not when he saw the way your jaw clenched when he just brought up embarrassing you. “And I threw a fit when I thought I wasn’t getting enough attention. Made Mommy have to leave her party early because I drank a little too much.”

“That’s good, kitten.” The corner of your lips quirked slightly when you saw him melt a little bit, tapping your heel against the hardwood floor as you kept slowly sipping your tequila. “Didn’t Mommy promise you she would give you all the attention you could want if you were a good boy? All you had to do was stay by Mommy’s side and look pretty and make a little bit of small talk. Why couldn’t you do that, baby?”

“I just, I got bored.” Johnny shuffled his feet and shifted his gaze away from yours, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole as shame washed over him. “I hadn’t seen you all week and then when I finally did I had to share you with a bunch of other people and I didn’t like it.”

“Oh, kitten.” You finally finished your tequila and set the glass aside, taking a deep breath as you watched him struggle with himself. “C’mere, baby.”

He sank to his knees and mewled when you gave him permission to move, crawling towards you slowly and practically choking on his desire to apologize when you spread your legs and let him kneel between them, running your palm over his buzzed hair as your other hand reached down to start undoing his bow tie. You tsked softly when he leaned to rub his cheek against your wrist, gripping his jaw firmly as you brought his gaze to yours and started tracing the toe of your pump over the inside of his thigh.

“Mommy has to work twice as hard as all of her friends to be taken seriously by her clients, if you had pulled your little stunt in front of one of them instead of her partners, do you understand how bad that would have been?” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip when he nodded for you, purring softly when you felt him roll his hips under your foot as he let out another needy sound. “You understand I have to punish you, kitten? It’s not gonna be an easy one, either, you were very bad.”

“I understand, Mommy.” He would let you do anything to him, he just wanted to make you happy, letting you undo the buttons of his shirt and slide off his tux jacket as he gazed up at you adoringly. “I’m sorry.”

“Good boy.” The way he sobbed and his eyes rolled back in his head when you praised him almost made you want to go sweet on him, but he needed to learn his lesson. You pulled him with you and removed his shirt when you stood up, hushing him when he tried to nuzzle into your hair as he whimpered while you undid his fly. “Bend over the desk, kitten.”

Johnny’s breath was heaving through his chest when he did as you ordered, his eyes fluttering closed when you yanked his trousers and boxers down and tapped his calf so he would step out of them. You were moving so slowly, your touch almost tender as you rose to your feet and trailed your fingertips up the backs of his thighs. It made the anticipation so much more intense, Johnny waiting for you to go grab the crop or the paddle you tended to save for when he was especially bratty and practically holding his breath.

“How many do you think you deserve, kitten?” You gave him a smile that he couldn’t see when he sighed at you softly stroking his cheek that wasn’t pressed to your desk, the manicured nails of your other fingers tapping against your desk as you waited for him to answer you.

“Twenty.” He gasped and arched his back when you slid one of your feet between his, spreading his legs for you so you could see how hard his pretty pink cock was, how it twitched when you pressed your hand to the small of his back while he tried not to vibrate off the desk.

“Twenty then.” You braced the hand you had on his back as the other ran over the curve of his ass, rubbing his smooth skin as he let out a low moan. “Count them out, and don’t you dare fucking come without my say so, or I’ll add ten.”

“Yes mommy… ah!” He yelped when your palm cracked against his ass without any warning, the stinging warmth spreading across his backside made even worse by the rings you had kept on that he completely forgot about until this moment. “One!”

He kept his teeth gritted for the first five, biting out his counts each time your palm landed against a new spot on his increasingly pink cheeks. It was always surprising just how much force you were able to put behind your slaps, some of them actually making his hips slam into the edge of your desk while he groaned and screwed his eyes closed.

“Mm-mm, kitten.” You tapped his cheek after the sixth spank when you saw the way his face was so tight and strained and pausing so you could check in on him. “Baby, you need to breathe, you know Mommy wants to hear all the pretty noises you make.”

“Yes, I’m so-sorry Mommy, shit!” He tossed his head back as he sobbed when your hand bounced off the crease of his ass right at the tops of his thighs, the sensation making his balls clench up tight against his body as he did his best to breathe deeply. “Seven.”

By the time you reached sixteen he was openly crying, drool running down his chin and pooling on your desk as he sniffled and screamed, all his emotions mixed up as you gently ran your hand over his back even as you smacked the shit out of him. His eyes still searched for you, though, his watery gaze finding yours as he sucked on his bottom lip when you gave him an almost soft look.

“You’re doing so good, kitten.” You cooed when he shrieked as your next slap landed on his taint, rubbing the skin after and making his dick throb against your desk as it leaked precum everywhere. “My good boy, I knew you could be.”

“Seventeen. Thank you, mommy.” Johnny couldn’t take it when you started giving him those tender touches in between your aggressive slaps, his legs almost giving out when you pressed your thumb against his asshole before you cracked your fingers right above his balls. “Ungh, eighteen.”

“So close baby.” You decided to let it go when you smacked his balls and he missed the count, his legs finally collapsing when you spread his cheeks and spat right on his pretty hole. “One more and then I’m going to lick this soft little boy pussy until you really make a mess all over my desk, which had better not take long, and I want to hear you thank me like a good baby boy.”

Your hand landed against his hole unbelievably hard and he shrieked, his back arching him off the desk violently when you sank to your knees behind him and thrust a finger inside him to press right against that sweet spot as your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin.

“Mommy! Thank you… thank you, mommy… mommy… oh thank you…”

The poor thing was babbling as his balls emptied in what felt like an explosion, his body rolling as his cock spurted cum all over your desk and his torso while he sobbed and wriggled and squeezed your finger. You waited for his body to still before you rose to your feet, hushing him when he cried softly as you pulled him up to lean against your shoulder. His face immediately found the crook in your neck where he always settled when he wanted to feel safe, his lips pressing against your skin as he whimpered while your hands ran over his back.

“My sweet little kitten.” You hushed him when he kept trying to choke out more apologies, tilting his chin up so you could give him a reassuring smile before you pressed your lips to his gently. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you in bed, I’ll rub some lotion on your poor, sweet ass before I let you soothe by licking mommy’s pussy, okay?”

Johnny could only nod at you as you guided him out of the room on his wobbly legs, his lips never leaving your skin as he gazed at you and contemplated the fact that he was pretty sure he was in love with you and would do anything you wanted for the rest of his life.