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harrysloveboat · 1 year ago

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John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic

Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.

Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.

Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.

Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x

It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.

JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.

Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.

But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.

(Y/N) had done something on Monday.

JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.

The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.

(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.

Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.

JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.

“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.

Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.

That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.

Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.

She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.

(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.

The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.

By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.

There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.

(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.

But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.

Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.

Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.

The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.

(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.

“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.

He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.

(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.

JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.

Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.

The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.

JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.

The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.

(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.

The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.

A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.

He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.

By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.

John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.

(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.

JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.

The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.

JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.

She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.

The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.

JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.

“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.

JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.

“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.

This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.

JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.

He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.

(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.

“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.

His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.

(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.

He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.

“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.

(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.

She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.

JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.

“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.

JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.

“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”

(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”

JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.

(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.

“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.

(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.

He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.

JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.

The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.

The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.

JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.

It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.

(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.

Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.

Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).

“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.

It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.

She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.

When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.

The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.

His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.

Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.

“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.

“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”

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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Pretty Pet (Sana x F!Reader)

Had fun writing this one! Hope you guys enjoy as much as me 💖💖💖

tw: mean stepmom sana, dog leash, pet names, fingering, fisting, oral sex, nipple play, mentions of breeding, cheating, stepcest!, squirting, etc.

You hated her . Oh, you despised Minatozaki Sana with your whole being. That vile, evil woman.

"She took my necklace dad, I know it!" You told your father for the tenth time already, glaring at her. "She knows I only take it off to swim, that's when she took it from me!" Your eyes were full of tears, but you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing them fall.

"It's enough!" Your dad's voice echoed trough the walls of the mansion, startling you. "Don't say those things about your stepmother, she doesn't deserve this" He shouted and she held his shoulder to calm him down.

"Please, don't shout at her" She said, softly. "She is stressed about college, it's okay" Her voice was like honey, but her eyes had this mockery in them. "I'll help her find it ok?" She said and his eyes softened. "When we find it, she'll apologize and everything will be ok, don't worry" He backed down.

"Okay, darling" He turned to her. "Please, excuse my daughter's behavior" He kissed her knuckles and all you could do was watch as that snake hugged your dad. "Her deceased mother gave her that, she is just desperate" She shook her head, letting him go and taking both of your hands on hers. You almost pushed her, but you knew it would only add fuel to your father's anger.

"We'll find it together, don't worry baby" Her condescending tone made you recoil in disgust.

You kept searching, turning the house upside down and she "helped". Of course you knew she took it but you still hoped for it to be somewhere else.

On the third day of searching your dad had to leave for an emergency work trip, advising you that he wouldn't tolerate any sign of trouble between you and his new wife. You just accepted your fate, realizing that you would do anything to have your necklace back. Even if that meant set her up.

"Sana" You knocked on her office's door, she was staring at a book. Her eyes darted to you, a smile appearing on her pink lips.

"yes, baby" She said, lowering the book and going to meet you halfway, her frame quite taller than yours.

"I know you took my necklace..." You told her, staring at those eyes you hated. "Look, I won't tell anything to my dad but please, please give it back" You tearfully said. She pouted, taking your hand.

"I never took your necklace, baby" She smiled. "Please, understand this" Her eyes went to your hand, taking your phone and stopping the recording. "Do you really think I am that stupid, pet?" She whispered on your ear, angering you even more. "I was about to make a deal, but you had to piss me off..." She passed you, sitting on the leather couch of her office and crossing her legs.

"No, please" You pleaded kneeling in front of her, clutching her jeans as a tear dropped from your right eye. "I'll do anything, give you anything Sana, please" You told her, touching her knee with your forehead in order to hide your tears.

"Oh..." She cooed, petting your head. "Anything? Really?" You nodded, looking up at her sly smile, sniffling a little. She lifted your face by the chin, squeezing a bit to bring your face close to hers. She analysed your soft features from your forehead, cheek bones, eyes, everything. "Alright then" She breathed out, letting your face go. "Meet me at my room tonight"

Her face was serious, scarily so. You nodded.

🌸

You realized none of the housekeepers were at home, so it was just the two of you. The realization sent chills down your spine, the thought of Sana hurting you made you anxious. The door was half open and you could see her back turned to you as she was sat in front of her dressing table. Her eyes averted to your figure standing there through the mirror.

"Come inside" She said, looking down to her lap. You did so, a little bit lost at why you were there. She stared at you again, still not turning around, you could see her pupils were blown, her eyes staring at you as if you were her prey. "Will you really do anything I want?" She said, getting up and walking towards you.

"Yes" You said, your voice a bit shaken. She took your answer in, nodding.

"You are going to undress now" Your eyes widened a bit, trying to process what she had just said. "What? You are going to protest now?" She said, cocking an eyebrow.

"I..." You looked down to your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

"If you don't want to, it's okay then" She traced one slender finger on your shoulder, over your pijama top. "I'll throw that pretty little necklace away" You opened your mouth to protest, frowning at her, but the way she looked at you felt like she was ready to really throw it away so you just shut it.

Looking down, you slowly pulled your top over your head, your breasts on full display for her view; doing the same to your shorts, you stood there only on your white cotton panties.

"Look up, puppy" Her voice sounded strained, out of breath. You were finally realizing what she wanted, that white lingerie under her robe was the last hint. "I told you to look up" She said firmly and you finally did. "That's better..." She stepped forward, putting something around your neck.

A pink dog collar and a leash.

"Sana..." You held her wrist, your heart thumping on your chest . "What you are doing to my father is wrong" You gulped, trying to reason with her.

"You are still thinking about him?" Her breath fanned over your face, heat rising from her body to yours. You shivered when her breasts touched yours so she would talk on your ear. "Just remember that your daddy chose to believe me over you, pet" She cocked her head to the side, taking in your scent. "He took my side, not yours" She smiled, staring at your lips. "You want your necklace back, I'll give it back..." Her voice sounded poisonous now. "But you have to be a good puppy for me" She pulled the leash down hard and you whimpered, clasping your hand over your lips when realization hit.

"I'm sorry"

Why were you apologizing for? Whimpering? Feeling aroused when the woman you clearly hated was basically fucking you with her eyes? Are you sorry for what you were about to do with your father? You were taken from your own mind when her laugh hit your ears.

"Don't apologize" She said, pulling down again. You wanted to scream, run away. But you really wanted your necklace back and her gaze made you freeze on the spot. "Take off your panties, puppy" She sat down on the bed behind her, her feet still touching the ground.

Slowly you did as she told, covering yourself. Her eyes danced around your naked body, they had this certain amused glint; perverted, scary, shaming... arousing.

"You have no idea what I felt when I saw you for the first time, puppy" She said, tossing her head back to take a deep breath. Her gaze came back even darker. "I fucked myself over and over for days just thinking about this very moment" She tossed her robe aside, now her fit body was only in that white lingerie set.

"You are crazy" You said, earning a hard pull of the leash.

"Don't talk to me like that" Her demeanor changed. Suddenly she got rough, serious. "On your knees, now" You did as she told, shivering. "See? You are a good pup, after all" She leaned forward.

Taking off her lingerie she sat back down, fully exposed to you now with her legs crossed. Your eyes lingered on hers, a silent battle as you tried hard to fight the thought of her naked body making you feel anything other than disgust.

She opened her legs and you closed your eyes, turning your head down as a deep blush covered your cheeks.

"Don't" She said, pulling on the leash and making you lose balance. "Don't close your eyes. Watch me" Her voice felt like a wake up call, an alluring alarm.

You opened your eyes, gulping when she presented her dripping cunt to you, her fingers spreading her pussy lips for your eyes only. You didn't wanted to, but were one hundred percent sure she knew how you were feeling. Your breathing was shallower, your pupils a lot more wide than before.

"Come here puppy, make me feel good" She said circling her hard clit with her middle finger, licking her lips. You couldn't move, millions of thoughts going through your mind as she pulled the leash.

You were literally facing her cunt from above, the smell of her arousal made your head spin. Sinful, delightful. With a little resistance, you put your tongue out, looking at her face as your tongue finally made shy contact with her dripping core. She moaned loudly and you closed your eyes tasting that strange, yet delicious taste.

You felt her getting restless above you, her eyes trained on your pretty face as you kitten licked her clit. Pulling your face closer to her cunt by the leash, she panted.

"You'll have to work hard for your necklace puppy" She told you. "Whether I give it back or not will depend on how well you serve me" She shivered when you whined against her pussy. If you had to work hard you would.

With a flick of your tongue on her clit you realized how Sana was aroused by anything you did, she literally just wanted to sodomize you, just make you bend to her wishes; so you literally just started to sloppily make out with her pussy. Your nose brushed against her clit as your tongue swirled around her slit, pressing your whole face against it.

"Good girl" She rolled her eyes, trapping you there with her thighs. It felt hot and so arousing the fact that she would literally take anything you gave her, even if you had no experience in it. You shivered, your own pussy dripping with how well she praised you. "That's it puppy, keep kissing my pussy" She pulled the leash so hard you were suffocating but you didn't wanna stop. "I'm gonna cum on your face puppy, keep your tongue there" Her eyebrows were knit together, her angelic features softening as her cum gushed on your tongue, dripping down to your chin and breasts.

You kept slurping, closing your eyes as you felt your own pussy clench hard, completely deafening you. It was as if her orgasm had triggered yours and you started to shake violently, moaning against Sana's core. You kept shaking with your face deeply buried on her wet cunt, her surprised eyes completely blown with how she stared at you.

"Did you just came untouched, puppy?" She pulled your leash, lifting you to face her. Embarrassed, you whined closing your eyes. "No no, don't feel embarrassed" She squeaked, kneeling in front of you to shove her tongue in your throat. "That is the hottest thing I'v ever seen, fuck"

Her kiss felt sinful, deep. Maybe the sin was to cheat on your father with his daughter, but at that very moment the sin was that she hadn't done it before. Her tongue danced against yours, moving freely and both of you moaned when she held your face with both hands to suck on your tongue.

You were at her mercy, your body shaking from the orgasm and how she touched you. You were literally just passive, letting Sana do whatever she pleased.

"Sana..." you moaned when her boobs pressed against yours, brushing up and down. Your eyes locked with hers for a moment, then her beautiful jaw slid against yours as she grazed your faces like a cat demanding affection.

"Pretty little pup" She closed her eyes, your tits pressing against hers felt crazy arousing. "I wish I could breed you" She whispered on your ear, her hands caressing on your torso to stop on your pussy, her fingers pressing over your engorged clit. "I would impregnate you baby, make you forever mine" She was talking nonsense by now, you thought.

But she was serious, damn right she was. If Sana had a natural cock she would breed you over and over, let you dripping with her cum so you would have to carry her baby, her possessiveness growing when she thought about it.

"I would fuck you so full, puppy" she kissed you again, your pussy throbbing against her fingers. She pressed the tip of two of them on your slit and you screamed, struggling to hold back. Your arms circled her neck, bringing her frame back to touch yours.

You were so wet the sound coming from your pussy embarrassingly loud. Your hips moved against her fingers, your mind only thought about one thing.

"Mommy, mommy!" Your eyes were doe and teary, making her shiver.

"Oh my fucking god" She rolled her eyes upon hearing that. Time stopped for her to hear you again. Her fingers slammed back into your puffy pussy, now she pressed three fingers. "Mommy please oh fuck" you cried out, feeling that desperate hunger for your orgasm.

She felt so good against you that you wanted to cry. The two of you wanted the same thing, to merge together in one body.

Sana pulled your hand to her mouth, spitting on it, then caressing her own wet cunt with it.

"Fist me" she told you, still roughly fucking your cunt. You gasped, feeling goosebumps on your scalp; that thought felt sinful and unreal.

"I'm - it's gonna hurt" You moaned when she curled her fingers up on your g-spot.

"Do it puppy, don't worry" she guided your hand, both of you looking down at her slit.

Slowly, she stretched her own pussy with your fingers, four at a time. Your eyes widened and hers closed slightly, you sitting in front of each other gave full view for the other. She guided your thumb to her hole as well, pulsing when you pushed it in by yourself. She closed her eyes, her movements stopping.

"Mommy" you whined, scared that was hurting her. That didn't feel real, something you thought it only happened in porn. You gulped, drooling at the sight of her cunt fully stretched for you. She started to hump up, moving her hips against your first.

"Look what you do to me" She moaned, back to roughly fucking you. She kissed you, her tongue everywhere on your face. Sloppy. Fuck. "I'm so full puppy, fucking hell" She said as you started to move your fist without her bucking her hips.

It was rough and raw and oh, so wet.

"Mommy I'm cumming" You cried out, biting her lips with strange force when her thumb went to your clit.

"Come for me puppy, my baby" She kept her eyes wide open when she felt you clench of her three fingers, creaming on them. Her gaze well trained on your beautiful face as you contorted in pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck" she screamed, squirting again when your fist reached deep into her.

Both of you stopped, shaking too much to do anything more than pant on each other's lips. She took her fingers off of your pussy and you gasped.

"I had never done this..." you managed to tell her. "three fingers felt good... too much" you whined and she pulled your fist from inside of her as well. Her fingers on your mouth and she licked your fist clean, moaning upon tasting herself.

"Next time..." She kissed your neck, hugging you against her. "Next time I'll make you take way more than three fingers puppy" She caressed your hair, not caring for how wet both of you were. She kissed your cheek. "Now you are mine, ok?" She told you. "Only mine" She whispered.

"my necklace..." you whined and she smiled.

"I was going to give it back puppy, I don't wanna make you cry" She pulled your sore body from the floor to her and your dad's bed. "Mommy just wanted your attention, okay?" she pulled the covers above your body, spooning you. "I'll give it back, don't worry"

You nodded, body light as a feather. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to relax on Sana's arms.

"Mommy what about my dad?" You asked her, almost drifting off to sleep. She sighed.

"If we want to keep doing this, you'll have to keep quiet puppy" She told you. "Wanna know a secret?" she whispered.

"Yes, please" Your voice sounded small, sleepy.

"I married him for you" Her voice sounded sweet, sweet enough for you to ignore the obvious red flag on that statement.

You smiled, Sana knew how to mess with your head.

-🌸

The other day when you woke up, you weren't wearing the collar anymore; instead, you felt your mom's necklace around your neck and Sana's body possessively holding you close, completely asleep.

When your dad came home he felt the happiest man alive with his two favorite girls getting along so well.

You even started calling Sana "mommy".

#gxg smut #sana smut #twice imagine #twice smut #sana x reader #sana x fem reader #smut

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6emo6zombie6 · 1 year ago

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RDR2 relationship/sexual headcanons -- F!reader

(Arthur, John, Dutch)

I've been seeing these a lot, and it would be fun to share my own. So, here you go! Warning for NSFW stuff though ;) I might make more of these in the future but I'm out of ideas for other characters at the moment.

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Arthur:

Absolute sweetheart, will do anything for you.

Can’t stand to see you crying. Usually, he’s reserved, but around you, he’ll coo softly and hold you in his arms.

“Shh… hey, I’m here. You’re safe.”

Always shares his food when he’s around you. And if there is no food, he’ll share his cigarettes.

He won’t admit it but loves it when you pick flowers for him. Usually, he keeps them in an empty whiskey bottle beside his bed.

Will ask you to help him pomade his hair, though you both know it’s because he likes getting scalp massages.

He’ll somehow always find a way to escort you.

“I’ll walk with you to your horse” “Need me to come with you?” “You sure you’re okay goin’ on your own?”

Not a fan of holding hands, though he’ll have his arm over your shoulders or around your waist most of the time.

Looooovessss hugging you from the back.

Not opposed to you grabbing his ass once in a while.

Loves forehead kisses, whether it is receiving or giving them.

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Not rough in bed—rather thorough. He won’t break the bed or have it slamming against the wall, but he spends a while preparing you. Foreplay lasts an hour minimum until he decides you can take every inch of him.

Will overstimulate himself if it means you’ll cum.

Not loud, but he takes pride in hearing you moan his name.

If he doesn’t have the energy to have full-blown sex, he’ll sit you on his lap and finger you until you’re trembling.

Not the biggest fan of receiving head, since it makes talking practically impossible for you, and he hates silent sex.

Enjoys handjobs while making out, though usually he’ll only accept one if he’s drunk.

Constant compliments.

Lap sex??? To Arthur, there is nothing better than holding you close while you bounce on his cock.

John:

Not all too touchy, but he’ll stare at you like you’re an angel 24/7.

Likes it when you hug his side, especially if you're shorter than him so he can tuck you under his arm.

Will randomly polish your shoes or your saddle.

Never forgets to give you a kiss when he leaves camp.

Usually confused when you’re upset or angry, but he’ll try his best to talk you through it.

Very protective of you, especially around other men. He's constantly worried that you might get hurt.

Stubborn as a bull, though he means well. The two of you always seem to be making up for arguments.

Always the big spoon.

Never skips out on a night of drinking with you.

Lets you sit on his lap, though usually only when he’s tipsy.

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Obsessed with hearing you plead. He’ll make you beg for absolutely anything.

If you’ve misbehaved in any way, he’ll punish you with abstinence.

On the other hand, he praises you for everything you do right.

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl.” “atta girl…” “You’re doing so well.”

Always on top. Probably because his ego is a little fragile.

Likes to switch between quick sex and passionate sex every once in a while. One day he’ll be ramming into you for twenty minutes, while the other he’ll spend the same time just getting you undressed.

Dacryphiliac—he loves watching you cry for all the right reasons.

“You look so pretty like that, sweetheart.” “Look at you, such a mess for me.”

Only loud when you are.

Very courageous in bed, but he gets shy the next morning when the majority of the gang starts teasing him for the marks on his neck or the foul noises they heard coming from his tent.

Dutch:

(This one is for the girls with daddy issues, bear with me.)

Almost exclusively calls you pet names, never your actual name.

Stuff like “Sweetheart”, “sugar”, “My girl”,,, etc.

He’ll make sure everyone knows you’re his, usually introducing you as his girlfriend right away.

Likes picking out your clothes for you.

Tells you about the books he reads whenever he can.

The absolute master at calming you down. Whenever he sees that you’re upset, he’ll take you to his tent and sit you on his lap, then he’ll calmly talk things over with you until you’re calm again.

Yeah, loves having you on his lap.

Enjoys braiding your hair or pinning it into a bun.

Loves hugging you from behind when you’re doing your chores or talking with other gang members.

Will bathe you whenever he gets the chance.

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Rarely ever takes his clothes off, but forces you to be completely naked all the time. It adds an extra layer to the power dynamic that the two of you have In bed.

Bends you over his lap and spanks you whenever he feels you pay too little attention to him.

Also loves fingering you on his lap, though it’s more to tease than to make you cum.

Will go absolutely crazy if you sit on his lap and grin your ass into his bulge. It doesn’t even matter if anyone’s around because he’ll just excuse himself and drag you into his tent.

He wants everyone to know how good he makes you feel. If you’re not moaning his name or whining under his touch for everyone to hear, he’s not interested.

He expects you to follow every order that he gives you. You’re not getting his touch if you disobey.

You calling him “sir” makes him instantly grow hard.

Always leaving scratches and hickeys on you for other people to notice.

Enjoys lightly choking you when making out, just to show what could happen if you were to misbehave.

#arthur morgan #john marston #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 smut #red dead redemption 2 smut #rdr2 headcanons #Dutch van der linde #rdr2 fanfic #Dutch van der line x reader #john marston x reader #arthur morgan x female reader

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kuromiiy · 1 year ago

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two is better than one

.pairing. foxhybrid!wooyoung x reader x cathybrid!san

.warnings. smut, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, breeding, spanking, toys, threesome, humping, cum

.synopsis. your life with your two loves.

.tags. smut, fluff, hybrids, polyamory

first of all, both of them acquire your unwavering attention

if they don’t, they’ll form an alliance (like always) and act like they’re dying from heavy neglect

always so dramatic i swear

especially woo, both in fox or hybrid form he’ll lie on his back, paws up and all, acting like he got shot and acts as if he’s dead

the first time he did this you almost had a heart stroke

sannie will pout and get all teary eyed at you

it always works and he knows that very well

anyways, they have soooo much love to give so they need the love they give back

only makes sense to them

they will follow you anywhere, back then when you adopted them it was cute but now…

even when you need to use the bathroom, one will sit on the sink and the other will lean on the door

chatting as if it’s completely normal

hate when you leave without them!!

but hate it even more when you take one of them and the other has to stay at home, the jealousy is real

like, one time you had to take san to the vet and you figured it would be better if woo would stay at home

woo didn’t understand that tho so he accused you, that you rather go out with sannie than him

as if you never go out with him smh so you took him with you

end of story, the vet suggested to take a look at woo too and best believe he never utters a word anymore when he has to stay at home lmao

so back to jealousy

normally both of them aint jealous at all, they always share and willingly too but sometimes

sometimes they (read san) get jealous over the smallest shit

wooyoung got a new toy cause he destroyed his fave one? sans jealous af he wants a new toy too! not fair

but you always try to treat both the same, get them the same stuff etc so it doesn’t really happen often

san and woo love to shift and play

they will chase each other around the whole house and play hide and seek

so adorable to watch, except they really don’t give a damn about their surroundings

it took you 5 new vases to finally set some ground rules

woo builds nests with your clothes and blankies and its so cute to see him roll around in them

and at the beginning he let no one in, not even san, who would beg on his knees

so the day he grabbed you both and dragged you into his precious nest was so overwhelming

you cried a little tbh

since then you also love to lie in there and chill

you might not know but it makes woo so happy to see you in his nest voluntarily he could move trees

cuddling is a must. everyday, same time, for 1:30h

if out of whatever reason its not doable they will sulk and whine about it for WEEKS

will scent you every 30mins too its just necessary. yeah, thats the whole explanation

but you love the feeling for them curling in your arms, faces in your neck and the purrs

THE PURRS

sannie purrs very very steady and loud

sometimes he starts just from looking at you

he loves you that much!!

woo also purrs but its more subtle but its there

so whenever y’all lie together there will be purrs for days

woo also squeaks when hes happy or excited

both are pretty possessive

so when you have people over, they’ll both try and sit on your lap and kiss and scent your neck like crazy

your friends told you it looks really funny

as mentioned they’ll go against you often so expect to be hugged by woo so tight you can’t move, while sannie literally attacks you with smooches and kisses

apropos kisses

they’ll line up to get their goodbye kisses, hello kisses, good night and good morning kisses

they take this very serious

mature content

very very high sex drive

both of them

everyday when you wake up, you feel something hard against your ass

sometimes they’ll wake you up with humping against you

morning sex basically isn’t negotiable as they need relief to start the day in a good mood

you love to suck their cocks buttt

your pleasure is the most important thing especially for san

will never cum before you and wooyoung

good luck getting him to move from between your legs

very very good at eating pussy and he’s so enthusiastic about it too

will purr because you taste so good

he always doms too, no matter for who

he likes to get his rim eaten but would actually hiss if someone would try to put a finger in there

he cums a lot, like A LOT

to the point where the whole bed is straight up wet

thick cum too and he loves to cum on your and woo’s face

he’s so sexy while cumming too, groans loudly and pants like a dog (don’t let him hear that)

always includes woo too, for example

he’s fucking you into the mattress, his left hand draws steady circles on your clit and his right hand fingers wooyoung open

will mark you two but only sometimes cause he’s too busy yk?

loves to praise you and woo

“god, aren’t you my good girl?”

“fuck woo, such a sweet hole, all mine”

“i love you both so much, fuck, gonna stuff you full. both nice and bred”

wooyoung on the other hand is very subby, a bratty sub but never too extreme

loves to get fucked by the both of you

will literally cum at the sight of your sweet cunt hovering over his cock and sannies huge dick on his entrance

he’s extremely loud in bed, always whines and moans, if you’re hitting his sweet spot he’ll straight up scream your name

loves to use toys and get spanked on his juicy ass

he’s pretty possessive of both of you so he marks you up to the point it hurts when breathing

will bite a lot and hard

you and san always end up looking like an wild animal attack you

such a huge tease, will present and shake his ass to get what he wants

so basically whenever you come back from who knows where, you’re greeted with panting, moaning and skin slapping

he’s got a filthy mouth

“aaahg sannie! fuck me harder, love your huge cock”

“i wanna have your kittens so bad”

“please, yn, faster! wanna cum in my pussy so bad”

longest yall fucked were almost 2:30h

you and woo passed out and san literally couldn’t get hard for 2 days lmao

you and woo love to dress up to surprise sannie

like you wore a sexy red lace set and woo wore a slutty bralette with a waay too short skirt with knee highs

san almost collapsed but made sure both of you couldn’t walk straight anymore

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meadowsandroses · 1 month ago

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Things that make me lose it

please if I could experience these idek what id do akdcaksjvasj

hand kisses, neck kisses, forehead kisses

they remove pieces of hair from your face with their finger

bonus: they do this while looking deep into your soul.

hand on your thighs while they're driving (a classic)

they are so nervous around you they stumble on their words (omgg)

back hugs

you're going to sit next to them but they pull you on their lap as if its no big deal

them taking in all of you before kissing you (pls if you've seen the movie the holiday, the scene where graham kisses amanda in the beginning and he like takes her whole face in his hands and just AHHHHH SO ROMANTIC)

when he falls first / they are so in love with you

"you're perfect for me"

freckles (I'm so weak for freckles)

blushing

catching them looking at you (aksjdcaionv)

omg the scene from Tangled when Flynn was looking at Rapunzel when she launched the lanterns (I LOVE THAT MOVIE it makes me weak)

friends to lovers (sorry I'm a sucker for FTL)

taking a bath together

oh ofc the sidewalk thing and the peeling clementine

when they indulge your quirks and weird interests

hands on the lower back

hands on your waist to move or pass by you (I CANT)

just hand holding (interlocked hands, slight hand holding, honestly any kind of physical touch)

"come here" (UM OKAY)

slowly and passionately making out

watching scary movies together

"god I love you so much"

them smiling when you smile (they just love to see you happy)

"you're really beautiful you know that?"

doing things that they know will make you happy

"I'll pick you up / drop you off"

"I want to"

they are reading out loud and you're laying on them falling asleep to the sound of their voice

*astrophysicists (IM WEAK FOR STEM ESP ASTROPHYSICS)

they ramble about things that they are passionate about and there's that sparkle in their eyes.

planning dates (sorry nothing gets me more weak then active planning and taking initiative)

grabbing something on a high shelf for you

cooking together

you're cutting vegetables and they come behind you hands on your waist, and they rest their chin on your shoulders (omg I can't I'd have to stop cooking RN)

quality time (you are together but doing your own thing yk what I mean?)

slow passionate vanilla sex (bonus: lots of hand holding or neck kissing)

travelling together (road trips, daytrips etc..)

slow mornings

them kissing all the things you're insecure about on your body

going to the gym together

dimples (ughrrr)

walking around shirtless

ok I am a hoe for fake dating but my top really is friends to lovers

BUYING BOOKS FOR YOU / library / bookstore dates

"I can't stop thinking about you"

"I can't imagine my life without you"

"it's always been you"

being their first and only choice (sorry but I don't want to be an option in a roaster)

#creative writing #romance prompts #things that makes me weak #love #romance writing #relationship #CAN I JUST HAVE THIS PLEASE

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rainba · 7 months ago

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ღ NSFW Alphabet - Kairos ღ

I finally got around to filling this it for him!! I hope I did this right. >_<

CW/tags: 18+, mentions of pee (non-sexually in the A category), slightly creepy behaviors from Kairos, mentions of Somnophilia, Kairos with a mild eating disorder (under the X category and nowhere else. B category might be mildly triggering under this topic too.)

MDNI.

GN reader!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kairos is overwhelmingly sappy right after sex. Every time the two of you finish and he collapses beside you, he’d definitely paint you with kisses while thanking you profusely. He’d also absolutely refuse to let you go, too– his arms clinging to your waist as he rests his face in the crook of your neck. It wouldn’t even matter if you needed to go to the bathroom, he’ll follow you right in there. (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

Side note: If you have a pussy, Kairos will definitely beg you to let him sit on your lap as you pee. If you have a dick, Kairos will beg you to let him hold it as you pee. o(>< )o

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Kairos, his favorite body part of his partner’s would have to be their mouth/lips! After all, the lips are where he kisses you, it’s where your words come from, and– truthfully, Kairos kind of has a mild oral fixation.

He just thinks your lips are just so cute and enticing…! ( ˙꒳˙ )

As for his favorite parts of himself– he honestly just likes his stomach area. He doesn’t really know why, but he has a strange fascination with running his fingers over his ribcage, poking at them and staring at it in a mirror. However, his favorite body part will change, depending on what you compliment him the most on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

For many reasons, Kairos really likes to both taste cum and to cum inside your mouth. ^^;;;; He sees it as something extremely romantic! Like… You’re tasting him, consuming a part of him, part of him is (in some way) becoming a part of you! And when he tastes you, the same thing applies to him. It’s as if the two of you are merging, in a sense. ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝

Oh, also, he’s not above eating his own cum too. There will be times where he comes undone on your body then fervently licks it all up. ^^;;;;;;

After he's finished, he’ll probably tongue kiss you, pushing some of his cum into your mouth and making sure that you swallow both his spit and semen. Err… I hope you’re into that, in some way, because the idea of doing that sounds like a dream to him...! ( ´ ▿ ` )

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kairos has so many dirty secrets, it’s impossible to name just one.

His most obvious dirty secret would be that he’s snuck into your place multiple times– stealing lots of your clothing, both clean and dirty. Also, um… He may or may not have used your body to get himself off while you slept. ^^;;;;;

He’s never been confident enough to actually fuck you as you slept or anything, though…! Kairos has only ever used your thighs and hands.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Poor Kairos has absolutely zero experience. Kissing? Nope. Romantic hand holding? Absolutely not. He hasn't even hugged anyone before! He's incredibly touch starved, before he meets you.

The only things he knows about sex (prior to being with you) is from porn and random threads he reads online. Sigh. ☆⌒(>。<)

So, when you first start having sex, expect him to be really messy and insecure the entire time! He’d be the type to get so excited about giving you his virginity that he cums before he can even get his boxers off. >_<

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kairos’ favorite position would actually be something similar to missionary! He mostly just adores any position where he can see your face the entire time. Your expressions are one of his favorite things ever. (¯▿¯)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kairos would be the type that tries so hard to be serious that it becomes goofy. (*^^*)♡

Sometimes he tries to say something that comes off as ‘domineering and sexy’, but he stutters on his words and his voice cracks. It just comes off as cute and pathetic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kairos would try to shave, but honestly, he’s pretty bad at it. Plus, razors get really expensive…! So he just keeps his hair down there very short and trimmed. He honestly doesn’t grow much hair down there, anyway… Plus, his hairs are actually white. ^^;;;;;;;

(I imagine his natural hair color is white, but he dyes half of it black.)

(ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᶦᵍᵍˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴷᵃᶦʳᵒˢ ᵈʸᵉᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵃᶦʳ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ, ᵗᵒᵒ.)

He'll shave completely for you, though, if you ask him to!!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kairos is very romantic! During the moment, he wants the both of you to always feel really good, and he’ll make sure to ask how you’re doing throughout sex.

However, there will be times where he loses control over himself, and he can go a bit… Overboard while chasing his climax. ^^;;;; But he apologizes afterwards!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

In the past, Kairos has definitely tried to make some DIY sex toys, but… They never really worked out for him. So, most of the time, he just uses his hands. >_< He always prefers to have his face buried in your clothes while he touches himself, taking in your scent that lingers on it. He also tries to find lewd 'x Listener' audios online and looks for people who have voices that sound like yours.

If… If he’s feeling particularly horny, the go-to clothing item that he buries his face in is your used underwear… ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kairos’ most prominent kinks are definitely somnophilia, face-fucking (both giving and receiving), knife play, praise, worshipping, etc. >_<

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It’s… A bit of a boring answer, but honestly, he just really likes the bed. It’s so soft and cozy, so warm and intimate! His bed is the perfect spot for it all to happen. If he has to give a second answer, he also likes having sex on his computer chair.

He’d absolutely love it if you rode his dick while he’s on his computer, or if you sneak underneath his desk and give him head while he tries to work or play games. ღ

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, just about anything turns him on when it comes to you.

Your skin is showing a bit? His face is now all red. You bend over or stretch in front of him? Now he’s thinking lewd thoughts. You whisper something dirty in his ear or mention something that even hints at the idea of sex? He’s sweating and rubbing his thighs together.

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s honestly not much that he would say no to. Whatever you want is ultimately what Kairos wants…! So, even if he seems mildly uncomfortable about something at first, he’ll grow to like it if you love it.

I think one thing he would say no to is being cucked or starting an open relationship. Honestly, suggesting those things to him would make him start crying on the spot. (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kairos absolutely loves both giving and receiving. While he might not be very good at giving, he’d be so enthusiastic about it that it’s really endearing! Kairos would want to try all kinds of techniques and positions– both ways.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kairos has a weird tendency to awkwardly shift back and forth between fast and slow, rough and sensual. In one second, he’ll be thrusting his hips like a wild animal, and in the next, he’ll be moving dreadfully slow.

There is usually a thought process behind this: he goes extremely fast when he’s not thinking straight, but when he feels himself about to cum, he’ll stop moving so quickly, just because he wants to keep fucking you for a little bit longer. ღ

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kairos doesn’t mind quickies– he likes them! But he prefers to take his time and be intimate with you. He adores lots of foreplay, and he also loves aftercare. (o^ ^o)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kairos would definitely like to experiment and take risks. He finds the idea of experimenting to be really exciting, and he also believes that it’ll keep you attached to him, if the two of you are always trying new things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kairos’ stamina is… Not good. He gets tired really fast, since exercise is not his thing. But it never really stops him! He’ll keep fucking you until he physically collapses from exhaustion. ^^;;;;;;;;;

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

As much as Kairos would love to own a ton of toys, he can’t exactly afford any. ^^;;; As stated earlier, he has tried to make some DIY ones in the past, but they never really turned out too good.

However, if you buy some for him, he’ll be truly ecstatic to try them out! He’ll really push to use them on you, but also… Can… Can you use them on him? Please?

Strap a vibrator to his cock, or push one deep inside of his ass… Or do both.

Turn up the settings to the max as you overstimulate him for hours, leaving him a drooling mess while he helplessly squirms and mumbles out incoherent sentences. ( ´ ꒳ ` )

And… And can you do this to him while you cuddle and pet him? Please? And can you praise him too?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kairos likes to tease a little bit, but his teasing isn’t very… Effective. He’s someone who’s much more used to being teased instead. >_<

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kairos is, unintentionally, very loud. He moans, he whines, he whimpers, and he cries. He just can’t help it–! Being vocal for you is part of how he expresses his love!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kairos has very sensitive nipples. ( ` ω ´ )

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) (cw: ED)

Kairos is… A little malnourished and pale, very slender. He hardly ever sees the sun, and he barely gets anything good to eat, if he can afford meals at all. Just lots of cheap sweets and cup ramen...

(Plus, there are times where he refuses to eat for days on end- simply because he believes he doesn't deserve to eat. Although, that doesn't happen very often.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always yearning… Always pining… You’re on his mind first thing in the morning, and you’re the last thing he thinks about right before he sleeps. If the two of you aren’t together, he masturbates to the thought of you at least once a day, and when you are together, he’ll want to have sex with you at least once a day as well. („• ᴗ •„)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kairos definitely falls asleep near-instantly. His stamina is pretty bad, so after having sex, he’ll be completely spent. And, honestly, the sleep he gets afterwards is the best sleep he ever gets. ღ

#kairos posting #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere

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chososangelbaby · 1 month ago

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HIS BEST FRIEND. t,fushiguro & h,higuruma

SYNOPSIS… in which you ask toji for a three some with his best friend higuruma!

WARNINGS… female anatomy, fem reader, three some sex, rough sex, oral receiving & giving, name calling like “mama, baby, sweetheart, little slut” etc.

A/N… hope you guys enjoy it! this post is for my baby! happy birthday to my beautiful girl julie! <3 @jaegersangel

IT WAS 12 in the morning, currently, y/n was in her room, turning and turning on her bed since her boyfriend and his best friend were making a lot of noise. so she sighed and got out of her bed, making her way to the men.

“I’m trying to fucking sleep, and you guys are out here being so fucking loud” she crossed her arms with a tired expression. toji got up, making his way to her while wrapping his arms around her. “i’m sorry mama, look why don’t you join us? and have a couple drinks” toji wrapped his arms around around her, slowly bringing her to the couch.

she sat down, looking over at higuruma which he smiled at you. “hey.. sorry about that y/n” he looked at you sincere. “uhm.. it’s fine” you nodded. truth was you were always so nervous around higuruma. not only that you did ask toji for a threesome with him but toji knew he wasn’t up for it.

but if it only happened, it would’ve been heaven. now your in a couch sitting in between the two while wearing a red silky night gown. higuruma wouldn’t be lying if he wasn’t checking you out. they way the night gown hugged your curves was driving him crazy. even though toji was his best friend, he hated the fact that he didn’t have you. but maybe things could change tonight.

“cmon baby don’t be mad no more” toji rubbed her thighs. you rolled your eyes, “i’m okay now” you sighed and took a sip out of your cup that toji poured alcohol in. “wanna take a shot toji?” higuruma asked while having the glass shots ready, “fuck yeah” toji nodded, he poured it in and quickly drank it together, their faces scrunched up of the bitterness that was in the alcohol.

you smiled and took another sip out of your drink. toji leaned back, his hands goes more up your thighs. “god, you look so sexy in this” toji whispered in your ear, suddenly you felt the hot and warm feeling between your legs. “doesn’t she higuruma?” toji looked over at him. higuruma smirked and came closer to you. now you were in the middle and both of them in each of your side. he placed his hands in your waist making your face turn to higuruma. “I know you’ve always dreamed of this” he whispered.

toji smirked and looked at you and then at higuruma. “maybe we should give her what she wants?” he asked. at this point you were desperate for anything. higuruma nodded, bringing your chin closer, toji smirked and got on his knees as he spread your legs out. “we’ll make you feel good, okay sweetheart?” he brushed his thumbs against your bottom lip. you nodded slowly as he took this chance and kissed you on the lips, you quickly kisses him back.

toji pulled down your panties and immediately sucked on your throbbing clit. you moaned against the kiss. “easy..sweetheart” higuruma started kissing down your jawline, while your eyes rolled back in pleasure as toji kept eating you out. your toes curled up as higuruma sucked on your skin, leaving hickeys.

“a-ah! i’m gonna cum toji!” you moaned out. higuruma smirked, “cmon, baby, cum all over” he whispered in your ear, making you feel more on edge. “cum, pretty girl” he whispered, nibbling on ear while his hand is rubbing your clit. your toes curled as you felt your orgasm come out, toji lapping his tongue on your folds, cleaning you up. your legs trembling.

“taste so fucking good” toji kissed your inner thighs. before getting off his knees. “now be a good girl for higuruma okay?” he smirked. “w-wait what?” you looked over at toji. “you can have her higuruma. I expect you to make my girlfriend feel good” toji smirked and left the room leaving you and higuruma alone.

he quickly pulled you on his lap and started kissing you. you desperately kissed him back. it was in this particular moment you were waiting for. “finally getting what you want huh baby?” higuruma said in between kisses. which you eagerly nodded to.

you quickly unbuckled his belt taking it out and pulled his pants down, along with his boxers while higuruma was kissing and sucking on her neck. “such a little slut hm?” you moaned softly “only for you”.

he chuckled and aligned his cock to your entrance. “you ready, sweetheart?” you nodded and bit your lip. he slowly pushed your hips down on his cock, letting out a groan. your walls immediately clenching around his cock. you let out a moan. “f-fuck toji was right.. y-your so fucking tight” he moaned, gripping your hips as you began to ride him.

“oh my god” your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure, higuruma letting out soft groans and moans. “fuck.. s-such a hmp! dirty girl for fucking her b-boyfriends best friend hm?” he whispered in your ear. you let out a breathless moan. “I-I.. I wanted you mmm! so bad..” you confessed to him.

he slapped your ass, gripping on to it, making you let out a loud moans. “mm.. your cock I-is so good” you softly said. “yeah baby?” he smirked as he bucked his hips and fucked up into you, his trust hard. “y-yeah” you threw your head back making a perfect chance for higuruma to pop your breast in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue on your nipple. “m-mm h-higuru..” he sucked on your boobs harder as you continue to ride him, feeling close to your second orgasm.

“your close huh?” higuruma said breathlessly as he gripped the flesh of your ass. “y-yeah” you whimpered as your nails dig on his back. “cmon.. cum on my cock, princess” he thrusted in you, picking up the pace. you walks clenched around him tightly making him moan as you coated his cock with your gummy white cum.

“awh shit.. that was fucking good baby” he faves you another kiss.

“look at you fucking your boyfriends best friend. your mine now.”

happy birthday ml <3 @jaegersangel @luvsunarin !

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ljaylmaoo · 24 days ago

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🎃Kinktober Day 5- Exhibitionism🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+

!!UNEDITED/NOT PROOFREAD!!

warnings: Morgie and reader fight over hook (playful), classroom sex, grinding, creampie, the VKs are quite “normal” in this? lol, humiliation..?, caught..?, orgasms, creampie, etc!!

a/n: hello welcome to Kinktober day 5! I sincerely apologize for the wait 😭 I was focused on the fab 5 special and hit writers block then when I was writing them I didn’t like how they were going so i decided to completely rewrite them both. I’m still working on the fab 5 special so it may not be posted till tomorrow or the next! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 👻

All I can say about this one is poor Morgie… 😭

word count: 2.7k

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Quickly walking out of your dorm and down to the courtyard, you attempted to pull your skirt down that was riding up your thighs just a little too high, though it was just enough to cover the bottom of your ass. It wasn’t new for you to be wearing something as revealing as this, you were always confident in your appearance and style which is what your boyfriend, James, adored about you; having a girlfriend with just as much boldness as him in terms of fashion and personality had let his own confidence bubble over (becoming a bit too much for some people to handle, though he couldn’t care any less). But knowing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath made you feel a type of nervous excitement that swarmed within. The way a simple breeze could easily divulge your dirty little secret to the whole school. It made you more excited to know that letting James in on your naughty exploit would easily play with and falter his own composure which is exactly what you wanted.

You wanted to be the one in control for once.

You entered the courtyard and strode over to your friends who were all in your usual spot at a bench in the far left corner. You made a quick glance at the others and lightly laughed to yourself as you saw that Morgie was of course bothering your boyfriend, sat on his lap and face cupped in his hands trying to kiss his cheek while Hook was trying desperately to pry him off cursing at him as the others laughed; but your main focus was on James.

The moment you made eye contact with the pretty brunette pirate his face instantly lit up and with one forceful shove he managed to push Morgie off his lap causing the boy to collapse onto the ground with a grunt. He stood up and picked you up, spinning you around, thankfully having his arms wrapped around your ass to keep the skirt from flying up at the action. You giggled and hugged him back, “Hello, darling” he smiled and began feathering kisses all over your face as a nonverbal way of saying ‘thank you’ for saving him from the previous situation he was stuck in before placing you down on the ground. “Hi” you replied still giggling, “um, were you cheating on me just now with Morgie?” You jokingly asked while gesturing behind you with your finger, pointing to the boy who had just gotten up off the ground with a pout on his face, Maleficent and Hades still getting a kick out of it. James only rolled his eyes, unamused, “haha, very funny. You know I would never.” You laughed again, “I know I’m just teasing, love.” You said, scrunching your nose playfully and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He sat back down and pulled you on top of him by your waist and rested his hand on your thigh, the feeling of the fabric of his pants making contact with your bare core reminded you of your lack of underwear and your original plan you had for today which had brought back the fluttery feeling in your stomach. “Gross.” Morgie rolled his eyes, still holding the grudge against Hook after he had thrown him to the ground. “Aww Morgs, are you mad because you can’t sit in his lap?” Mali cooed sarcastically, keeping the bit going. Morgie crossed his arms pouting more, “yes. I am, actually.” He began, “Because he is mine.” He stated while looking directly into your eyes with a glare, making it known that the statement was directed towards you. Hook groaned in annoyance, resting his forehead against your shoulder and slowly shook his head being completely fed up with him. You tilted your head, “that’s a shame…” you exhaled in faux disappointment, “cause it’s really comfy.” You smiled taunting the boy more while snuggling your hips more into his lap, getting more comfortable and as if on cue, the two of you stuck your tongues out at each other at the same time. “Not fair. She always gets to.” Morgie mumbled while walking over to Mali who patted his head.

“Wait!” Uliana unexpectedly spoke up who was focused on watching Bridget the whole time, causing the group to jump at the abrupt sound of her voice. The action made your clit to rub against his thigh causing you to let out a small moaned gasp which James picked up on. He gave you a weird look, “are you okay?” He whispered, tuning out Uliana’s voice, you smiled at him, “yeah I just…” you trailed off, your nerves making you hesitant on whether it was a good idea anymore or not. “Just, what..?” He questioned, before you could say anything, the first bell suddenly rang. It was now or never. You quickly decided to take the opportunity and follow through with your plan. You leaned closer to his ear, lips brushing against it as you whispered, letting him in on your secret. His eyes growing wide for a second and you felt him shift uncomfortably underneath you as you pulled away and smiled in satisfaction as you watched his face flush, taking a shaky breath. You silently got off him and began to walk away behind Mali and Hades, looking over your shoulder with a wink leaving him stunned for a moment, glancing down your figure. He swiftly got up and desperately tried to catch up with you.

Once you all got to class, Morgie practically ran up to the desk beside Hook’s that was at the very back, and sat down which is when James had finally caught up. He slowly sat down, carefully watching you and Morgie’s interaction as Morgie proudly smiled up at you, “ha, beat you! maybe next time princess.” You sighed, “that’s fine, I guess I’ll just have to sit here then…” you smirked and slyly sat back down onto your boyfriend’s lap, throwing your arms around his neck and pulled him closer all while keeping eye contact with the poor boy beside you. He groaned that you had “won” once again and blew a raspberry at you. “Morgie!” He rapidly turned his head to Uliana who gained his attention and continued talking among the others about whatever her plan was for Bridget, leaving you two to your own previous conversation.

You smiled and turned to James who was already looking at you. “What?” You smirked, he looked into your eyes, “were you being serious?” He asked surprised, you nodded, “I mean you could check if you don’t believe me.” you shrugged. He secretly and carefully brought his hand up your thigh under your skirt, you felt his finger gently brush against your slit before he quickly pulled away, his breath hitching after getting the confirmation. “Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath, you felt a soft bulge grow in his pants. “Why would you do something like that? We’re in school.” You shrugged, “I guess I forgot…” you said innocently. He rolled his eyes, “yeah, right.” He scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t like it” you cooed, “I can quite literally feel you growing hard beneath me” you lightly rolled your hips on his growing erection. He instantly stilled your hips, grabbing them harshly. “Careful darling, you’re playing a very dangerous game right now.” He growled lowly against your ear before kissing down your neck making you gasp. You tilted your head to give him more access, “that I’m pretty sure I’m winning” you teased and rolled your hips as much as you could with his strong hold on your hips. “Oh really?” He questioned before thrusting his hips up while harshly pulling you down, his bulge easily slipping through your folds from your slick making you let out a whimper then quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

This should be fun.

After class officially began, you two would take turns trying to get a sound out of each other by unexpectedly grinding or thrusting when the other wasn’t expecting it. You’d be lying if you said the risk of getting caught wasn’t turning either of you on. But the feeling slowly became too much for you both, especially James who had grown tired of the restriction of his pants and fabric straining against his rock hard member. After he had perfectly ground your clit on the tip of his cock earning a surprised gasp by you, you had then thought of an idea. As you were sat with your back on his chest, legs crossed “listening” to the lecture while seamlessly twirling your pen in your hand, you purposely dropped it on the ground in front of you under the desk. You slightly lifted your hips and bent over seductively just enough so he could see your bare and glistening pussy lips rub along him with your movement. The sound of your pen dropping had only gotten Morgie’s attention from beside you and peered over, Hook quickly grabbed your hips and harshly (yet somehow discreetly) slammed your hips back down onto him to hide both his noticeably painful erection along with your throbbing cunt. Your mouth fell open at the way your folds were split open and thankfully, from the surprise and quite hard action, only a silent and inaudible scream came out. You quickly sat back up and turned to Morgie who gave you both a suspicious glance before turning back towards the front of the class.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and nudged Hook with your elbow. He didn’t react and instead held your hips up, just enough so your skirt would hide what he was doing, and quietly and quickly undid his pants, “what are you-“ you suddenly felt his cock spring up and hit your ass. You gasped and giving you no time to think, he pulled your hips down onto his leaking member. You held the side of his thigh for support, covering your mouth to keep the whiny moan from falling out at the feeling of his size entering your tight hole. You heard him sigh at the relief of feeling you around him as he bottomed out, his grip still strong on your hips. “we’re in class…” you mumbled just barely below a whisper so only he could hear you while he guided your hips to roll against him. “Exactly, so be a good girl and be quiet so we don’t get caught.” He whispered with a smirk.

You were frustrated that he managed to take control yet again and at the fact that you thought he would never do something like this. You thought teasing him today would be fun and the punishment would wait… but you were dead wrong. So now you were forced to be split on his cock in the middle of class, slowly and subtly moving your hips along his. The tip grazing perfectly along your g spot making you squeeze your thighs together and held onto his hook (that was hooked around your waist) as support. You bit down hard on your bottom lip almost enough to draw blood trying your hardest to keep your moans from escaping, but you were struggling. Quiet whines and whimpers started pouring out from your mouth and you tried to still your hips. “I can’t take it anymore, please” you whined, gripping the desk in front of you. You glanced at Morgie who seemed to be asleep, his figure quietly rising and falling against his desk. But your whine seemed to wake him up and he slowly lifted his head from his desk and you quickly crossed your legs trying to act casual. He tilted his head, “are you okay, y/n..?” He questioned. Thank god your skirt covered up his cock buried deep inside you. you smiled at him, “no, yeah I’m completely fine. James won’t stop tickling me.” You said while throwing his hands off your hips to play it off. Morgie only nodded sleepily and put his head back down.

James harshly gripped your hips and leaned closer to your ear, “keep moving or I’m not afraid to bend you over the desk and fuck you relentlessly in front of everyone.” He threatened, voice laced with lust. You nodded and continued moving your hips and his grip loosened. The continuous motion created a hot sensation to grow in your lower abdomen causing you to clench around his length and you heard his breath hitch, he began guiding you while your body started to shake, the feeling about to wash over you. He reached around and dipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing circles around your swollen clit. Your breathing began getting heavier and you covered your mouth again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ You mouthed silently after a few more thrusts and came undone on top of him, your mouth dropping agape as your legs shook and body tensed while you coated his cock with your release. You melted into his chest as he continued the subtle movements. You felt him twitch and he bit down onto your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, letting out small enough whimpers that only you could hear and his breathing was growing heavy. The feeling of him twitching inside you made you squirm and you felt the hot strings of cum shoot deep inside of you cover your insides, filling you up.

You caught your breaths and realized what you both had just done. There was slight panic in your eyes, scared for him to pull out knowing that you had both made a mess (thankfully only on each other) and without saying anything, he spun you around and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist with him still buried deep inside as he carried you out of class, both thanking to whoever was above that the door was at the back of the class leaving you both unseen by any of your classmates.

Morgie jolted awake from his deep sleep and looked around to find that your chair had been empty. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he eyed the singular drop of a white substance on the ground.

Well that plan backfired completely…

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𓆩[in our next life || II]𓆪

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - baby bombs (not literally like Gale) || talks of getting pregnant || thoughts of having a baby || reader is like extremely sex positive || Katniss is a bitch at first || Haymitch is lowkey in love with you, but like nicely but like romantically if that makes sense (he thinks you're super hot) || you lowkey hit on Katniss and Peeta || of course cursing and such || smut warnings, being walked in on, Finnick feels guilty during sex, breeding kink, dom! Finnick, sub! reader, degradation and praise, name calling (whore, good girl, bad girl, cum slut, etc.) (All of the warnings I can think of, lemme know if you think i should add anything else! warnings for full fic in the masterlist)

When Mags’ name was drawn, you stepped forward immediately, your voice announcing, “I volunteer as tribute.”

The cheers get louder as they hold up yours and Finnick's hands, but when they let go, he pulls you into his chest, kissing you passionately. You can hear the cheers grow louder, and your eyes water as you pull him lower. You sniffle as he pulls away, stroking his cheek as you look over at Mags and nod. “I love you,” you whisper, but you’re both taken by hand into the back room. She pressed her hand to her lips and blew you both a kiss as you wave. Finnicks hand stays in the small of your back as you see Cinna, hugging him tightly as he sighed.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I’m sorry it has to be under these circumstances.”

You giggle, shrugging. “Just make me look good when I’m about to go out, Cinna darling.”

He winks. “That’s what I do best, sweetheart.”

Finnick sighs as he kisses your temple, all of you slowly going to the shuttle where Cinna leads you to the table, softly patting your shoulder. “I have a gift for you both.”

You raise a brow as Finnick pulls you into his lap - he was always more protective around Cinna, even since the beginning of your games where Finnick was your Mentor and Cinna designed your outfits.

Cinna slowly takes out two boxes, opening them to reveal matching gold bracelets. “A gift from Effie Trinket.”

Your nose scrunches as you look over at Finnick who looks up at Cinna. “Effie Trinket, the mentor for District 12?”

He nods. “Yes, the tributes are-”

You giggle. “Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen. The fakest couple in all of Panem,” you look back at Finnick, smiling. “They wish they could be us, darling.”

Cinna just laughs as he slowly takes them out of the boxes and puts them on each of your wrists, smiling. “Now Y/N, you know they’re only doing what they can to survive.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Well then she should be a better actress. It’s sad because he seems so in love with her. I hope he finds someone to love him like he does her.”

Finnick laughs with you, kissing your neck. “Why are we getting gifts from their mentor, hm Cinna? What does she want?”

“For you to make an alliance,” he explains as he slowly sits down. “Is there anything specific we want styled this time around? I’m thinking for the parade we go with something… netty.”

You purse your lips, thinking before looking at Cinna dead in the eye. “I want to get married before the games.”

His jaw drops as Finnick smiles against your skin, your eyes catching the blurring scenery outside of the train. “Married? I get to design the Prince and Princess’ of Panems wedding outfits?!”

You giggle, nodding. “If you would do us the favor, Cinna.”

He inhaled, dramatically waving at his face. “This is going to be amazing. Amazing, I say.”

“I want white,” Finnick says, Cinna nodding as he grabs a sketchpad from… somewhere, Finnick staring down at you with a smile. “It’s going to be the best day in the world when I marry the love of my life.”

His words make you giggle as you press a soft kiss to his lips, Cinna sighing. “I wish it was under better circumstances,” he says, smiling at you both before gasping. “Rings! I need to design rings!”

You giggle as he runs off, looking back at Finnick before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I… I don’t want to meet them.”

He paused, raising a brow. “The District 12 tributes?”

You nodded, but then shook your head. “Any of them. Johanna especially. They all survived their games and were promised that they would never have to suffer through it again, and now,” you inhale shakily as he kisses your temple, shushing you softly. “Now we’re all going back. My nightmares have barely gone away, Finnick, I can’t-”

He shook his head. “No, no darling, calm down. I’ll be there, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You inhaled, nodding into his neck before the blaring voice announced your quick arrival to the Capitol. He stood, carrying you in his arms as you both walked out, immediately being taken to the area where you would be prepared for the games, being cleaned, shaven, everything.

This could’ve been the one thing you missed, gentle hands caring for your body and cleansing you of whatever- it almost made you feel relaxed and calm.

But when you stood in front of the dark horses of the District 12 horses, you felt anything but.

You stroked their face, cooing softly at them as you watched them eat a sugar cube from your palm. You paused when you heard soft footsteps, smiling before looking up at Katniss who stood next to their side.

“Katniss Everdeen, as I live and breathe,” you say, giggling as the horse nudged into your shoulder. She was dressed extremely differently from you, your outfit going along with Finnick’s with a netted bralette covering your chest and a bikini-like bottom covered with a golden threaded net acting as a see-through skirt. You felt exposed, but you had definitely been more exposed to the Capitol’s eyes before. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

She smiled, even though it was obviously fake. She was not a good actor, you could tell that. “Y/N, Panem’s Princess. I never thought I’d meet you.”

You giggle in response, taking another sugar cube from your other hand and giving it to the other horse. “Oh? You’ve wanted to meet me, hm?”

Her face flashed between annoyed and the mask she wore, smiling wider at you. “Oh, always. My mother adored your reality show.”

You hum as you look over your shoulder, another pair of steps heading your way before you see Finnick. “You should work on your acting skills, Everdeen,” you say, turning back and smiling at her. “And your lying skills. They may have fooled Panem, but they will never fool me.”

Finnick comes behind you just as Peeta goes behind her, Cinna already walking toward you both. “I’m sorry you both had to cancel your wedding,” you say, Finnick’s arm immediately going around your waist as he pressed a firm kiss to your jaw. “But I do thank you for it. It gave us, people who are truly in love, space to get married. I hope to see you both there.”

“Now, Y/N, play nice,” Finnick mumbles against your skin, hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing slightly as his teeth graze your cheeks. “We want alliances, darling, not enemies.”

You just giggle, leaning into Finnick’s grip, even though you could feel Katniss glaring a hole into you. You finally look at her, her jaw clenching. “How do people pay for the pleasure of your company?”

You couldn’t stop giggling around Katniss, not when she acted so serious. You put out your hand, watching as she tensed under your touch. “Finnick takes secrets as his form of payment,” you say as he finally lets go of you, leaning close to her ear. “I take bodies. And not in the way you’re thinking.” You squeeze her arm, smiling at her before turning to Peeta. “I hope to speak to you later, Peeta. You definitely seem more fun to talk to.”

You take Finnick’s hand as he leads you away, Cinna quickly coming to fix your outfits before you mount onto your carriage. “Snow wants a show,” he whispers to you both, sighing. “I have a little surprise for our Princess,” he hands you a remote, pointing at the button. “You click this here and everything will happen, alright?”

You nod, smiling as the music begins to play. “Thank you, Cinna.”

He winks at you before jumping off, Finnick quickly taking your hand as the first carriage runs out. You tap his cheek, smiling as he compliantly looks down at you, pulling him down for a firm kiss. He smiled, his hand slipping to your hip before your carriage started to move. You pull away, tongue pushing into his mouth before your carriage emerges and you pull away. You turn back just enough to stare at Peeta and Katniss, winking at them as Finnick grabs your hand.

You wait until you’re in front of Snow to press the button, loud chants of your own and Finnick’s name filling the arena until loud gasps form instead. You look down, the golden net on your body slowly extending, a flowing blue skirt blowing into the wind almost like a waterfall. It extends off the edge of the carriage, long as the cheering gets louder. Your names turned into chants until District 12 came out, but Caesar’s voice was still praising you until the parade ended.

You both walk down the hall when it ends, that was until Haymitch caught you both and introduced you to Katniss and Peeta all over again. “It’s so nice to meet you both,” Finnick says with a grin, pulling you as close as possible to himself. “I wanted to speak to you guys earlier, but my pretty fiancée did all the talking.”

You pout as his hand goes around your throat again, but lean your head back as he softly squeezed. “Forgive me if I came across rude,” you say, smiling at Katniss. “I hope we can be allies in the games.”

Katniss scoffs. “What's the point when you’ll try to kill us?”

You paused, giggling as Finnick kissed your temple. “Nicely, darling.”

“If I wanted to kill you, Katniss, you’d be dead already,” you look at Haymitch, smiling. “I would love to be allies with your tributes if you can get her under control,” turning to Peeta, you wink as Finnick’s lips kiss against your cheek. “I like the boy. He knows when to keep his mouth shut.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Haymitch nods as you offer your hand, giggling as he takes it and pressed a firm kiss to the back. “I can’t wait to see you in white at your wedding.”

“Oh, you make me swoon, Haymitch,” you say, hand grazing his cheek as Finnick winks. “Guests are required to wear black. Finnick and I will be the only ones in white, even Snow is going to wear black,” you turn to Katniss. “The Princess of Panem has many things under her control.”

“I can see that.”

You giggle as Finnick slowly lets go of your throat, your hand moving away from Haymitch to softly caress her face. She inhaled sharply as you do so, and you purse your lips. “You really need to let loose, Katniss. No one likes a stick in the mud. Finnick, let’s go make love,” you giggle as her eyes widen. “Over and over again.”

Finnick smiles as you take his hand, softly kissing Peeta’s cheek. “See you at the interviews, pretty boy.”

When you’re far enough away, Haymitch sighs. “What I would do to get a kiss from her.”

Katniss scoffs. “What’s her deal? She’s just, like-”

“A princess,” Peeta fills. “A princess of lust.”

“Oh don’t take that to heart,” Haymitch dismissed them both before turning to Katniss. “But you, you better behave. They’re your most valuable allies, Katniss. If they she wants Finnick to fuck her in front of you, let them fuck. If she wants Peeta to fuck her, let him. She’s the Princess of Panem, for fucks sake!” His voice got louder, but he inhaled deeply to calm himself down. “Her sex epitome is an act in some cases. Her and Finnick have gone through things that you are lucky you didn’t.”

Katniss scoffs. “Like what?”

Haymitch pauses, but glares at her. “You will have to speak about it with them. Now, come on, you have some other people to meet.”

You and Finnick, on the other hand, did go to fuck. Your greatest source of shared trauma became your coping skill, and even with how toxic and horrible and down right bad it was, there was nothing you both enjoyed more.

You very well could’ve been obsessed with Finnick, and him with you, but neither of you cared how unhealthy it was- you needed each other like a person needed oxygen, and without the other, you would surely go insane.

You laid on top of Finnick, kissing at his neck as his hand drew patterns along your back. “Do you think I was-”

“They’ll see the true you when the time comes,” he whispers, smiling at you. “And when they do, they’ll love you even more. I swear it.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips before someone knocked. You pull away, snuggling into his chest as he yells ‘come in’, Cinna walking in with a smile. “They’re ready and they’re perfect. Interviews are in two hours, are you both ready to get dressed?”

You hum, throwing your hair back as Finnick’s hips buck uncontrollably. “One more round, Cinna.”

He laughs. “Okay. I’m coming back in ten minutes!”

You giggled, squealing as Finnick pushed you over, pulling your legs over his shoulders. “Make it fifteen!”

When the door closes, Finnick wastes no time thrusting deeper inside of you, your eyes rolling back as you claw against the sheets. “Fuck, fuck Finnick!”

“You’re a fucking whore, asking for another round,” he basically growled as your mouth lets out loud moans, his form leaning forward to ram his cock into you at a new angle. “You knew I wouldn’t say no, didn’t you? You knew that I was going to fuck you, over and over and over.”

You nodded mindlessly, groaning into his mouth. “Yes! Yes, Finnick, I want you to fuck me. I don’t want you to stop fucking me, fuck, fuck!”

“You’re a fucking, whore,” he grunts, fingers pushing down to press into your cunt with his fingers. Your eyes roll back as his fingers push into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit as his fingers curl inside of you, his cock still pounding into you like a jackhammer. You were so full of pleasure, the moans you previously held back now coming out in full force, cumming on accident with a scream as his thumb pressed on your puffy clit. “Fuck, Y/N!”

You screamed out as he pulled out of you, pulling your ankles from his shoulders as he flipped you around, forcing your face into the pillows as he pushed into you again. “You’re going to cum without my permission? Without telling me? No, not on my watch. I’m going to fuck you until Cinna comes in and you’re not going to cum until that final second ticks.”

“Yes! Yes Fin, fuck!” You wailed as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning loudly as his cock pushed into you before being pulled out and fucked right back into you.

“You’re such a good whore, darling. A perfect cum rag for me to fuck and fill, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes Fin, I’m just here to hold your cum.” You say, groaning as his hips move faster, body bouncing on the bed and your clit rubbing against the silk sheets. How were you going to be able to not cum when he was fucking you so good?

You don’t even notice you were clenching until Finnick says something, his other hand pushing between your clit and the blanket. “You’re clenching around my cock, darling. If you cum, I’m going to fuck you on live TV. Gonna fill you up in front of Caesar’s stupid fucking face. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

His hand forced you to nod, tugging at the roots of your hair as drool ran down the side of your mouth. “Speak.”

“Yes! Yes, Fin, I’d love it, just as long as you fuck me! I promise Fin, I’ll be good!”

“Being good is not cumming until those fifteen minutes are up,” he snarls into your ear, slapping your pussy with a firm hand as he forces you on your knees. “You’re not going to listen to me, darling? That’s a bad girl, not a good girl.”

You shake your head, eager to please. “No Fin, I’ll be a good girl, I swear! I want your cum, I want to be your perfect little cum slut, please!”

He paused, his hand moving slowly as he kissed your shoulder. “I’m sorry, darling, I can’t do rough right now. Can you please just-”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Fin,” you say, turning your head enough to kiss his cheek. “Why don’t I make you cum and we get dressed, sounds good?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t need to finish, darling-”

“Do you want to finish?”

He paused, but nodded. His hips move slowly as you intertwine your hands together, kissing his neck softly as you groan into his skin. “Fuck, Fin, you feel so good.”

“You too, darling, holy shit.”

It doesn’t take him long to cum, his seed painting your insides white as he collapses on top of you, kissing your spine. “I can’t wait to marry you, Princess.”

You giggle, looking back. For a minute, you forgot you could die in the next week. “I can’t wait to marry you, my prince.”

When you both stood at the interviews, you were nervous. Finnick went first, and you watched as he spoke with Caesar effortlessly like he didn’t tell you he would fuck you on live TV earlier. The thought made you smile.

“So, after interviewing some of the other potential tributes from District 4, we got about the same answer for what you and our princess did the night the Third Quarter Quell was announced,” he starts to laugh, leaning forward to pretend to whisper. “Did you and Y/N have some… fun?”

Finnick laughs. “Yeah, Y/N and I did have some fun,” he looks over at you, winking. “But then again, when do we not?”

As much as you hated these fake personas, you couldn’t help but love it on Finnick. You loved the way he absolutely radiated confidence, especially when he spoke about you.

Caesar laughs. “My, Finnick, how forward you are! You and Y/N have always been-”

“Very open about our relationship?” Finnick filled in, smiling. “Yes, our relationship is not only our pride but-”

The crowd chants. “The Pride of Panem!”

“Oh, you are! You both are,” Caesar gets closer. “But should we be careful about letting our children watch the games, Finnick?”

You wanted to scream. Children shouldn’t even be watching the games anyways, but still, Finnick plays along. He grins, flexing his finger at Caesar to bring him closer, the mic as well. “We’ll have a safe word, Caesar. I’ll say it so that the children can leave.”

“Oh, my my! Behave yourself, Finnick, there’s children watching!” He continues to laugh before placing a hand on Finnick’s wrist. “Now, I was told you and Y/N have a bit of a… surprise for us.”

He smiled. “Oh, yes, we do. Y/N and I, we’re…” he looks over at you, exhaling. “We have two surprises.”

Two? What were your two surprises? You knew one was your wedding, but the other?

“Oh? Who doesn’t love surprises?! Now, everyone wants to know, Finnick,” the camera zooms in, Caesar’s perfect teeth smiling almost scarily. “What’s your surprise?”

“Y/N and I are getting married,” he says, cheers erupting from the crowd. “Tomorrow evening. We invite all that are able to come to celebrate with us, our only request is that you wear black,” he smiles. “The only people wearing white will be myself and my bride, as this is the happiest day of our lives.”

Caesar laughs. “Oh, how exciting! I am so excited for you, Finnick, where are the rings?!”

Finnick shook his head. “The rings are still being designed, you will see them tomorrow evening. My second surprise, though,” he looks back at you, smiling. “Is from Y/N.”

Your face scrunched. What was he doing?

“Oh? And what does the Princess of Panem have to say?” He pushed the mic closer.

“She’s with child,” Finnick starts to grin. “My child.”

You gasped, covering your mouth as the crowd went silent. Finnick’s eyes snap to yours, the smile on his face calming all your nerves until the crowd starts to boo. Your heart rate spikes, your breathing getting faster until you hear the words they say. “Stop the games! Our Princess and Prince need to see their baby!”

You exhaled shakily as Caesar laughed awkwardly. “Well, Finnick, I hope you have a great wedding tomorrow and I hope to see you there.”

“Well I’ll certainly be there, Caesar, and I hope you attend.”

He announced Finnick’s name and district before he left the stage, a large bubble filling your chest. Your head began to pound with every beat of your heart, fingernails digging so deep into your palms that you drew blood. You tried to focus on your breathing like Finnick had taught you, but nothing worked.

“Y/N, Y/N darling,” Finnick spoke, holding your cheeks. “Look at me, hey. Only a few more hours, darling, just a few more. I promise you, love.”

You nodded, inhaling deeply with him as he stroked your hair. Your eyes begin to water, but he quickly pats your cheek. “Hey, we don’t want to ruin Cinna’s makeup, do we?” As much as his tone was light and playful, it was much more serious and you both knew it.

“I'm scared, Finnick,” you whisper, inhaling shakily. “I don’t want to go out there.”

“Y/N, where are you, my princess?!” Caesar’s voice was loud, slightly worried before Finnick pressed a kiss to your painted lips. His thumb smudged the lipstick slightly, just enough to take some pigment off but still make you look perfect. “Go, darling, I’ll be right here.”

It takes him shoving you softly for you to go out, a smooth smile immediately gracing your features as Caesar ran to you. You hide your shaking hands in your dress, but Caesar kneels in front of you and offers his hand. You giggled, outstretching your arm for him to take your hand. You quickly fix your face as he kisses the back, holding back a grimace as he looks up at you. “My princess.”

You curtsy, cheers erupting from the crowd as he led you to the main platform. Your dress cascaded behind you, long pale blue that was almost white, a nod to your wedding dress that you were going to wear the next night. He held your hands high as you sat down, announcing the words, “Y/N, the Princess of Panem!”

You close your eyes as the cheers get louder than you’ve ever heard, letting your hand slowly fall to your lap as Caesar lets go. When you open them, you tilt your head back, blinking back tears with a slight sniffle.

“Y/N, darling,” Caesar switched to the mic on his collar, reaching for your hand again with a sigh. “We truly feel for you.”

No he didn’t, none of them did. Even if you were pregnant, none of them understood, none of them felt what you felt. “I’m sure you could try,” you say, sobbing erupting from the dramatics of the crowd.

Maybe there were some true feelings behind Caesar’s eyes, but you didn’t see it. “When you volunteered for Mags, did you know?”

You shook your head. “No, I didn’t. Finnick and I have been attempting to have a family since we ended our show,” you inhaled shakily. It wasn’t a lie, it really wasn’t, but even then, it was horrible. You very well could’ve been truly pregnant from the mornings you were waking up sick, but you fooled yourself into thinking it was just the nervousness of getting out back into the games. “It has to stick when we’re going to die, right?”

Caesar shook his head, his eyes watering as he squeezed your hand. “You… you should not say that,” he whispers, sighing. “You do not think you can win?”

You laughed. “Caesar, the Princess of Panem never loses,” your fake joy comes back as the crowd cheered, but then it turned into boos. “But I would love to think of names for my future child without the fear of dying.”

“One final question, Y/N,” Caesar says as the crowd quiets down. “If you would have known… would you have still volunteered for Mags?”

You smiled. “Caesar, no matter how much I want this child, if they’re not born yet, I want Finnick more. Forever and always. If Finnick goes somewhere, I'm with him,” you look back, inhaling deeply when you see his piercing cerulean toned eyes staring at you. “Until death do we part,” you raise your left hand to him, his own doing the same. “And when we meet in our next life.”

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prodbyton · 7 months ago

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okay so i am very much still on the perv train,, like it's so bad for me. so, let's talk about perv!Shotaro. this is stemming from that ig post where he is showing off his abs and my eyes were literally bulging out of my head bc who gave him the right. anyways, back to the task at hand✋🏾 perv!Shotaro is actually scary good at hiding it. you didn't suspect a thing when you started dating. he was so sweet and always a gentleman. he always opened the door for you to get a clear view of your ass, let you walk upstairs before him to get panty shots under the way in too short a skirt he convinced you to wear, and always held you close to whisper dirty things in your ear.

i think that Shotaro's perviness is more on the side of a corruption kink. not in the way that he expects you to be pure and innocent, but his sole mission is to make you think about sex as much as he does. Shotaro loves to make the most innocent things sexual. you could be riding the bus together and he'd whisper to you "would you blow me in the back of the bus if i asked?" or maybe Shotaro's driving down a bumpy road and turns to you with a bright smile and say "your tits look so pretty bouncing like that." or maybe you're taking a stroll in the park late at night and he'd hug you from behind and say "we should fuck behind that tree and see how quiet you can be." you stumble over your words in an attempt to respond before he laughs at your shock exclaiming that he was kidding.

Perv!Shotaro is also good at hiding from his friends and yours. movie night with his friends means the two of you are attached at the hip which always leads to you in his lap. if his friends start to make sexual jokes, he'll gives them a gentle reminder that a lady is present. he only engages in the most tame PDA around them (little pecks, soft kisses on the cheek/forehead, hand holding, holding you on his lap, etc.). he's even more tame around your friends. Shotaro will limit affection to just cheek kisses and hand-holding. it was so jarring for your friends to see a guy so gentle and innocent-looking that they questioned you about if you two have even had sex yet. you gave them a shy "yes", but little did they know Shotaro had fucked you within an inch of your life right before he dropped you off to hang out with them.

(i used every ounce of brain power to write this. i just had to spread the good word of perv!Shotaro 🙇🏾‍♀️)

-🎀 (possibly the world's biggest perv!RIIZE truther?? 🤨)

u heard it here first u guys… 🎀 anon is the mayor of perv riize nation

thinking about shotaro who gets you so dependent on him after a while where you become more even more perverted than him, always wanting him to fuck you, palming him through his pants at a dinner with your friends and he just teases you for being so nasty and needing him in a public space. teases you when he’s playing video games and you sit on his lap, grinding yourself on his thigh and chasing your release while he’s not paying you any mind, then when his game is over he’s just like “needy girl couldn’t wait until i was done so i could help her, i guess you don’t need any help now” and you just start crying and begging him to fuck you and you’re touching him before he could even respond to you :3

but in public he’s the sweetest boyfriend ever and no one would ever know what goes on behind closed doors cuz the cutest ones are the biggest freaks… if only they knew!

#toniiswrld 💌#toniiswrld☆hard hours #riize hard hours #shotaro hard hours #toniiswrld༄🎀 anon

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Sauna

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Summary: Jake, johnnie, Tara, sam, colby, Chris, Matt, nick. All go to a public pool and they find out it’s only them there and Johnnie and y/n go into the sauna alone.

Paring: fem!reader x shy!friends!johnnie.

Warnings: use of y/n, cursing, smut, P in v,(let’s pretend reader is on the pill.), jerking off, fingering, yelling, etc (can’t think of them all.)

A/N: the pool is indoor btw😭 I’m also very scared cuz this is my first story shit. Also I haven’t read it so idk if there’s any mistakes.🖤

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Y/ns pov.

Me, Johnnie, Jake, Tara, sam, colby, Matt, Chris, and nick all suggest to go to a pool because they haven’t been swimming a quite awhile. “Hey, you guys. We should go swimming.” Tara says. “Yeah we should. I haven’t been swimming in awhile.” Jake answers. Everyone nods their heads wanting to go to a swimming pool.

Tara goes and get ready while searching for a bathing suit along with searching the web for an open swimming pool considering it’s 6:30 pm. Me and Johnnie always sleep over with each other, we’re basically a married couple but we just don’t like… kiss or have sex.. I’ve thought about it before and I’m sure Johnnie has too.

Anyway, I literally share a room with Johnnie so I follow him to his room since I have a bunch of shit in there like my clothes, underwear, bras, and all that shit. Johnnie closes the door behind us. “I bought new bathing suits not that long ago for a summer. Can I model them for you” I ask Johnnie. Me and Johnnie have always been so comfortable with each other we’ve literally seen each others body’s before…

“Yeah, sure model them for me y/n.” Johnnie answers. Alright more horny sounding voice much. I just put the bathing suit on in front of him because, who cares? I stand in front of Johnnie’s bathroom mirror. “I don’t know Johnnie.. I look too fuckin chubby in this one” I tell him. He comes up from behind and hugs me. “You’re never to cubby y/n.” Johnnie says back. I smile. Johnnie slightly grinds on my ass. I think he might have a hard on.

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Johnnie’s pov.

Fuck y/ns body makes me fucking feel something. I’m not a perv or anything, it’s just that she’s just so fucking hot and she doesn’t even know. I start grinding on her ass a bit concerning I have an aching rock in my skinny jeans right now.

I accidentally let out a groan while looking at her in the mirror while she looks at me. “Johnnie…?” Y/n asks. “Fuck. I’m sorry y/n… that was fucking gross.. Jesus I’m so sorry” I answer. “I don’t care Johnnie. Rip this shit off me for all I care.” She replies. I get pulled closer to y/n and she gets on her knees in front of me.

End of Johnnie’s pov

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Y/ns pov

I get on my knees infront of Johnnie. “Hurry before Tara or someone else comes in.” I say. He look’s like he has a shit load of anxiety but shit… I do too… I’ve never had someone’s fucking dick in my mouth… not even down there… I’m still a virgin and he doesn’t even know. He stands in front of me and zips his skinny jeans down. I kitty lick his tip and he groans softly but quietly. I start taking him in my mouth fully till the door opens. It’s nick… fuck sakes. “WHOA!” He yells then slams the door shut. “Fuck shit fuck.” Johnnie starts panicking. “It’s fine Johnnie just pull your pants up and act like nothing happened, you hear me?”

“mhm” he hums. We get our bags and start to get into Tara’s little pink car with only.. 5 fucking seats. Jesus.. “come here my Matty bo bo bear.” Chris says with a smile. Matt gets on Chris’s lap which means I have to sit on Johnnie’s. Johnnie gets in and smiles at me. I smile back and get on his lap and close the door.

While we’re driving I look at nick to see he’s staring at me with a bit of disgust and embarrassment in his eyes. “What the fuck were you guys doing?” Nick mouths to me. “What? Me giving him a bj?” I mouth back. “WHAT!” Jake yells. We all look at him. “YOU GAVE JOHNNIE A BLOW JOB!?” He yells again. oh my god… i look at Jake embarrassed realizing he was reading our lips thru the mirror.

Few minutes later we arrive at the pool and we all check it out and me and Johnnie go to the family bathroom, Cause who gives a fuck? I undress and start putting my bathing suit on. “how did Jake know?” Johnnie breaks the silence. “I was mouthing to nick.” I answer. “oh.” Johnnie responds dryly. We all get into the pool and swim around for a bit till Johnnie asks me, “hey wanna go in the sauna?”

“Sure!” I respond. Me and Johnnie get up from out of the pool and go into the sauna. We sit in the silence for a bit. “can we finish what we were doing?” Johnnie asks. “In here?” I ask. “Please y/n” he begs. I smirk at him begging and go sit in his lap. I kiss him deeply and he grabs my waist and kisses me more deep. More of a meaning kiss. He groans into the kiss. I break the kiss and look into his eyes. “Please y/n” he begs again

I get up off his lap and start going down on my knees and Johnnie looks up and groans once again. I pull his swim shorts down and kiss the tip. “fuck.” He whispers. I take him fully in my mouth fully deep throating him at this point. I look up at him while sucking him off and he looks like he’s holding a moan back. I take my mouth off with a pop and start jerking him off. “make your noises for me.” I tell him. He start whimpering and groaning almost every time I move my hand. “C-close.” He moans out. “Cum on my face handsome.” I tell him.

I’m never the one to take dirty to someone but fuck… Johnnie is fucking hot to not. He starts shooting his hot load all on my face and in my mouth. “fuck y/n” he whispers. He brings my face up to his. We share a long intense kiss. His hands slip down my bottoms and he slides his finger against my clit making me whimper. “Johnnie.” I let out a light sigh. He lays me down against the hot wood in the sauna. we’re sweating like crazy at this point.. he pulls my bottoms down all the way and throws them somewhere.

He lightly licks my clit, grazing his tongue against my wet folds. “fuck your wet.” He mumbles against my clit making shocking waves of pleasure down my body. He starts flicking his tongue and putting a finger in me making my back arch. “Fuck Johnnie!” I moan out. He slaps his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. He pumps his finger in and out of me and I scream out “close!” And he smirks against my folds.

“Cum on my face y/n” he mumbles against my folds again making me cum all on his face and it goes on his chin to his neck. “fuck Johnnie” I whisper. “I want you to know what you taste like.” He comes up and kisses me. I smile into the kiss and he pulls away. “Ride me before we go.” He begs. I smile and get on top of him. I sink down onto his hard dick. “Hmugh fuck!” I moan. I start bouncing up and down and Johnnie holds my waist to help me.

I bounce up and down my tits following along with my bouncing. “oh fuck y/n” Johnnie moans out. I hold onto his shoulders for support. My legs start going numb. I start sucking and biting on Johnnie’s neck making dark purple hickeys that’ll be very noticeable. “Fuck me! I’m close y/n!” Johnnie yells out. “M’ too!” I yell back. I bounce more roughly a couple times till he cums in me and I cum with him. “oh fuck…” he realizes he cummed in me. “It’s fine Johnnie, I’m on the pill.” I tell him. “okay” he replies. We grab our swim shit and put it on and walk out of the sauna.

Me and Johnnie see them all still there and we jump into the cold water and Jake and Tara come up to us. “Fuck me! Im close y/n!” Jake mimics Johnnie and Johnnie goes bright red. “M’ too!” Tara also yells and we both are very red and Jake and Tara are laughing. the car ride home was awkward…

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how the fuck do I do this?

#johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #chris sturniolo #johnnie and jake #jake webber #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #swimming #tara yummy

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hellsslibrary · 1 year ago

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✧･ﾟ:*NSFW Alphabet with Trey Clover*:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : switch(mostly sub)!bottom!Trey, food play, praise kink, riding, teasing, rough sex and soft, thighs, handjob, male reader.

Cater <————«« Trey »»————> Riddle

Heartslabyul. Trey Clover.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Probably the most caring boy in all of Twisted, yes. Even if he is tired to the point of impossibility, he will still make sure that you are in order and that you are completely satisfied. And then both of you will do what you need. Shower, water, hugs, whatever. He will fulfill your every wish.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's definitely thighs in you. It just seems that way to me. He loves to sit on your lap at all times, and he loves to play with them during sex. Squeeze, caress, kiss, suck, bite, whatever. Especially if you have sensitive thighs.

In himself, his favorite part is obviously his hands. They are very skillful, since he is a confectioner, after all. So he can do a lot with these hands for you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Well... He cums above average, that's for sure. His semen is sweeter than normal and thicker, since sweets are a major part of his life.

As for your cum... He loves creampie, so get the my idea, imps.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Any fanfiction with foodplay and Trey is my weakness, so listen up. He dreams of having sex with you in the kitchen of Heartslabyul and using all sorts of ingredients like various syrups, whipped cream, some berries and everything else on your body or on his body in absolutely any way you like.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He's probably not a virgin. Although he did not have affairs where he would be the bottom, so in that place you are his first. Definitely knows what he's doing though. He is clearly not an innocent person.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Lotus flower (click there to see). I just want him to sit on my lap with those thick thighs of his and... Ahem. He's just a sensual and romantic boy so he loves this position, where he or you (depending on who's dominant) can set any possible rhythm that's comfortable for both of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I guess he's serious enough if you're dominant and he's just overly focused on pleasure at times like this, just enjoying your praise, words of love, touches and thrusts. But if he dominates... Then he will definitely say a few joking phrases, just to tease you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps everything clean there, so you won't find hair in there, as he gets rid of it quickly. The color is exactly the same as on the drapes, only the hair on the carpet is a little lighter.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is very romantic! If you ever mention any thing that seems romantic to you, then expect him to bring it to life soon. Whatever you think is romantic will be yours in a short amount of time. Also during sex, he will be the most tender and loving boy, sensually stroking you, praising you, taking care of you and everything you can imagine.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Nope, not a fan. He probably just doesn't have time for that, though. But he still hardly ever finds his own hand or anything else too satisfying, so he prefers to wait until his arousal wears off or have sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves to ride you. He loves to look down at you while you moan and your face is absolutely blissful while he squeezes your chest/thighs/sides/whatever. He also loves handjob, he prefers hands to mouth, if only in case of his own satisfaction. He just loves the way your hand slides over his cock, the way you rub his head and balls as he lies helplessly underneath you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Well... I guess he likes sex on the table. Just because he loves it. But given his favorite position, it's probably a bed, a chair, an armchair, a couch, or whatever you can sit comfortably on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Trey is not very easily aroused. Although he can be easily seduced by the look at your thighs if you're wearing some kind of tight pants or shorts... Or if you deliberately eat something too sexy (you know what I'm talking about).

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to cause you or him much pain, obviously. He is generally not a particular fan of some too rough and sadistically masochistic sex. Also, he would probably prefer to have sex in places where he is convinced that no one will be, just ... Just in case. Ahem, so that no red-haired tyrants will notice you, ahem.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers to give more, of course. Trey loves to see the look on your face when he pleases you, and especially he has access to your thighs, so it couldn't be better.

For his part, he still prefers a handjob, as I said, but he still enjoys any kind of blowjob/eating out/jerk off/etc from you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely a slow, sensual tempo. Although it can get faster and rougher if you want it or prefer it. But he likes more leisurely, romantic sex, so :b.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Since he's quite busy, like Vice Housewarden, you have this happen quite often, simply because he doesn't have time. Although his preference always goes to your rarer but more valuable leisurely intercourse.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not particularly risky. He will not do anything that will cause one of you to get hurt, or get caught, or leave one of you unsatisfied (he will always make you satisfied, no matter what). But he is quite ready for experiments.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He is quite durable. 5-10 rounds I guess. You can fuck him all you want because it takes a lot of effort to get him to his point of overdrive. Although not as much as with Cater, for example.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a couple. Handcuffs or ropes, just because he likes to tease you or for you to tease him. He also has a couple of other toys for you to use on him. And he has at least one butt plug and wears it quite often, you know... Just in case.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He loves to tease you! Although he knows your boundaries and your clear "no" and he will never break them. But he still loves it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's... 2-3/10, really. I don't think he's too loud. He may sigh, moan softly in pleasure, but he will never be too loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He has thick, bulging thighs. You know, those thighs you look at and think "Fuck, this is the juiciest thing in the world" and all this heresy. Basically... He loves to squeeze you in his thighs as you suck him off/eat him out/fuck him. It's just... Well, fuck, who doesn't want to be crushed by those thighs?

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He is very muscular! He has a good, muscular body, relief and it is quite wide. His cock... 6-7 inches/15-17 cm. Slightly larger than average, yes. And it is medium in girth, although slightly plumper at the base.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Average. He doesn't need a lot of sex and will probably adjust to your sex drive. Is yours bigger? Okay, he'll try to make time for that. Do you have a lesser? It's amazing, he does too.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He will probably fall asleep quickly enough after you bathe, change the sheets and do other things. Although if it was done in the middle of the day or something like that, then he will be a little sleepy after that.

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604to647 · 1 year ago

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Carnival Fright Night

3.2K / Modern AU Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Din takes you on a date to the carnival where you don't have as much fun in the Haunted House as he does, but he makes it up to you in the parking lot 😊.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), fluff with smut, established relationship, no implied age gap, public sex (car), fingering, unprotected piv sex, light degradation (use of slut/whore; affectionate), little praise kink, little daddy kink (just as a pet name, really), dirty talk (so much 🤷🏻‍♀️), lots of pet names (baby, bunny, pretty girl, pretty bird, etc.).

A/N: My first writing post! Eek! This is one of those one-shots that I mentioned in the previous post that can be read on its own, but can be slotted into the timeline/AU of the main Boxer!Din x reader fic that will one day, hopefully come to fruition 😊 (update: Series Masterlist). This my first time everything: writing for Din, writing smut, writing - so please be gentle but also I hope it's enjoyable! I don't have much practice with warnings and tags other than what I've seen as a reader (like, do I mention that Din and reader have a dog?), so any advice on making things more inclusive or informative is welcome! Thank you for reading!

“Let’s do the haunted house, pretty bird,” Din says excitedly, pulling you towards the spookily decorated mansion in the middle of the carnival festivities. You’re hesitant – you don’t really like scary things and while you know that part of the fun is the adrenaline rush that comes with being scared, you don’t really want any kind of rush badly enough to voluntarily be scared over and over. But Din looks like a big kid full of excitement and you can tell he’s looking forward to being your “big protector” in the house; so you hold on tightly to his arm and give him a small encouraging smile, not really sure if it’s more for him or yourself. How bad can it be? Just a few zombies and witches popping out from behind doors, right?

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You want to cry. It’s been jump scare after jump scare for the last 15 minutes; and it wasn’t fantastical Halloween characters, it was ax murders and creepy horror ghouls and some of them CHASED YOU! Din had you tucked under his arm, but as much as you tried burying your face into his side the whole time, you couldn’t really walk through the house with your eyes closed. Not knowing what was around every corner had you on high stress alert the whole time and now that you’re finally out of the house, the come down from that state of anxiety is turning into distress rather than relief.

“We made it out, baby!”, beams Din – he clearly had a great time and thinks you’ve just been scared a little bit, for which he is ready to dispense some reassuring hugs. You look up at him and trying not to let any tears fill your eyes, give him a little nod; then dropping his hand, you walk over to a nearby bench to calm yourself down. You don’t want to ruin his fun and you’re already chastising yourself for being such a scaredy cat.

Din comes over and sits beside you, gently putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in so your head rests in your favourite nook underneath his jaw. “You didn’t have a good time did you, pretty bird?” He phrases it more like a quiet statement than a question.

You look up at him, ashamed, tears finally falling, “No, not really. I’m sorry!! I don’t really like being scared.. or scary stuff.” You drop your head back down and snuggle deeper into his chest, crying softly. “I’m sorry I ruined your fun,” you mumble into his shirt. With one sweeping motion, Din hooks the arm he has around you down past your waist and under your knees, gently hauling you up and into his lap. His kisses your head, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I’m sorry you got scared, bunny.” That pet name snaps you out of your little self pity party, and you feel a familiar momentary pang of desire before you look up at him bemused, “You… only call me that during sex.” He grins down at you, “Trying to distract you. Is it working?” You can’t lie, “Yes, a little.”

You wrap both arms around his neck and pull yourself up to his lips. Din kisses you eagerly, and you can’t help but feel all the stress melt away as you open your mouth to his. You break this kiss only when you feel like things might be getting a bit too heated for the middle of a carnival and snuggle back into your Din nook; he hugs you tight, and laughing softly he asks, “Now that you’re feeling a little better, should we get you something to eat?” You perk up at this and smile, nodding. Hopping off Din’s lap, you take his hand, pulling him towards a corn dog stand you saw earlier with Din chuckling behind you the whole way.

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After a few snack stops, Din suggests some carnival games under the guise that the dog could use a few new stuffies. You watch your boyfriend throw some baseballs at a tower of milk cans and can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and how his shirtsleeves tighten over his biceps as he cocks his arm back. You smile to yourself thinking about how strong and safe those arms feel around you, and suddenly you have a flash of those arms flexing that same way when Din’s holding you by the waist while you bounce on him…like a bunny. Ahhhhhh… it seems like his little pet name from earlier and the feelings it evoked hadn’t quite melted away the same way your Haunted House anguish had. A wave of arousal washes over you as you watch your boyfriend knock over the cans and call to you, “Baby, do you think the dog would want a big teddy bear or a big dragon to tear apart?” You walk over to him with a smile, “Definitely a dragon.” To this, the stall vendor hands you a purple dragon and you both thank him. As Din turns away to check out another game he takes your hand, but when he feels that you’re not moving, he turns back with a quizzical look. You step right into his space, cup his face with your both hands and look him directly in the eyes, “Din, can you please take me back to the car?”

“Sure, pretty bird, you want to go home?”

You shake your head shyly. Bracing your hands on his shoulders to push up on your toes, you lean in close to his ear and whisper, “No, I don’t want to go home… I want to be your bunny.” Lowering yourself back down, you look up at him with an innocent smile. Din is smiling right back down at you, “Whatever my bunny wants.”

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When you get to the car, Din opens the back seat door for you and takes a quick look around to make sure no one is watching before climbing in after you. He closes the door behind him, “Alright, show me what you got, bunny.”

You climb over his lap and straddle him, fluffing out the skirt of your dress from underneath you before sitting down, pressing your core directly onto Din. With both hands you start carding his hair the way he likes, and Din closes his eyes as you plant soft kisses on his lips, slowly moving up his jaw line to his ear. As you lightly nip on his earlobe, you gently grind yourself down on him, earning you a low groan from the back of Din’s throat. Slowly, slowly your mouth makes its way back along his jaw and over to his other ear. This time, you moan softly into his ear when you give him a little thrust.

“Bunny, don’t tease.”

You face him again and press your lips gently to his, saying between soft kisses, “I” “don’t” “think” “I” “ever” “made” “any” “such” “promise”. You punctuate the end of your sentence by gently biting his lower lip and licking your tongue into his mouth when it opens. You smile as you deepen the kiss; you can tell Din is close to breaking and taking control, and that’s exactly what you want. You’re so wet now from the kissing and the friction of sitting right on top of his growing bulge, you’re sure Din can feel your soaking panties through his jeans; it shouldn’t be long now before he snaps.

The next time you lift your hips, Din grabs your waist and pushes you back down rough; the action has you letting out a loud squeal of surprise which quick dissolves into moans as he holds you in place and starts kissing your neck hard. You tip you head back to give him more access, all while still running your hands through his hair and gently grabbing at the curls near the base of his neck.

He growls into your neck right below your ear, “Is this what you wanted, bunny? For me to take control and take what I want?”

“Yes, baby, take what’s yours,” you gasp as Din’s hands leave your waist and move up to grope your breasts. His mouth has started to trail down your throat and you close your eyes as your breaths become ragged. You feel Din gently tug down the sleeves of your dress so that the fabric falls away from your chest; he use his finger to pull one of the cups of your bra down, revealing your nipple which he takes in his mouth. He sucks and nips at your peak while you grind down harder on his clothed, hard cock. Din moves to give your other breast the same attention, and while he pulls at your nipple lightly with his teeth, he murmurs, “What’s mine, bunny?”

You can barely get out words, “Everything, daddy.” Din brings his hands up to roll your other nipple in between his fingers while he comes off your breast with a pop, “I’m going to need you to use your words and be more specific, bunny.”

“Thes..th…”

Din doesn’t give you the reprieve you need to focus; if anything, he increases the pressure of his tongue on your nipple and your feel his hips start to thrust up to meet your downward motions, “Is my slutty bunny lost for words? Come on, pretty girl – tell me what’s mine so I can take it.”

“My...mm...mouth.”

Din groans as he kisses you hard on your lips, tongue diving deep and finding yours. He hums against your open mouth, “What else, bunny?”

It’s getting hard to think, “…neck.”

One of Din’s hands leaves your breasts and moves up your chest, gently wrapping itself around the bottom of your throat. You give a light gasp and when he slides his grip slightly to one side of your neck, you sigh and lean into it, giving him permission to suck and lick the other side.

Now your hands are the ones doing the roaming; running over his back, across the expanse of his broad shoulders, then gripping his thick upper arm muscles and pulling him closer, “Din…please.”

Din chuckles, “Please what, pretty bunny? Where do you need me, baby? Do you want me right here?” He moves both his hands down to your breasts again, “Fuck. Love these pretty tits of yours, bunny.” He gropes them roughly while keeping his mouth on your neck, growling when he starts to lightly pull on your peaks. You cry out in pleasure, and start grinding on Din with a more vigour.

“Oh, was that it, bunny? Just playing with your pretty tits has you moaning and bouncing like a whore on my lap – mmmmmmhmmm. This is all you need then?” Din smiles into your neck while taking in all your filthy noises.

“Y-yes…I mean, n-no, no, daddy,” you practically whimper, desperate for his touch where you need it most. “I need you to touch me, please… touch my pussy, please, Din. Please. Please.”

Din snakes a hand down between your bodies, fingers finding and running over where your underwear covers your dripping cunt. You moan shamelessly at the relief that the slight pressure provides.

“My needy bunny begs so pretty. And already so wet...mmmm. Oh. Soaking. Is this all for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes – ooohhhh, yes, y-yes. All for you, daddy,” you sigh as you bounce to grind against his fingers, finding a pleasurable rhythm that matches his light strokes. He continues to alternate circling your clit and stroking your needy hole over your panties, “Wanna be inside this pretty pussy so bad, bunny.” You bury you head in the crook of his neck and nod mindlessly in agreement.

“Need to get your perfect cunt ready to take me, okay? Your pussy ready, bunny? Mmm?”, he whispers hotly in your ear. You kiss him hard, and snap your eyes open when you feel him pulling your panties to the side. You make sure he’s looking in your eyes when you say breathily, “No, daddy… it’s your pussy. Your pussy is ready for you.” Din hisses and without a warning, plunges two thick fingers into your core. The stretch is delicious and you whine in ecstasy against Din’s neck. He sets an urgent pace, reaching deep into you where only he can; making sure he doesn’t neglect your clit, he keeps just the right pressure on it with his thumb to keep your head spinning.

“That’s right, bunny – this is my pussy, it belongs to me, and I’m going to use it until my pretty slut screams and cums all over me.”

“Oh – fuck, Din, fuck…f-“

“I can feel you’re close, bunny. Doesn't it feel good when your Big Bad Wolf takes what’s his?”

Hearing his refer to himself this way taps into some part of you you didn’t even know existed, pushing you over the edge and you cum hard on Din’s hand. He continues fucking you through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts but never his stopping his circles on your slippery clit. “You did so good for me, bunny.”

Your eyes close and you’re panting into Din's neck, resting your head on his shoulder, but you nod when you hear him say, “Gonna fuck you now my little bunny.”

Din slips his fingers out of your hole and you immediately want to protest the loss. “Shhhhhh… be patient, baby. Daddy will be taking his pussy back in just a moment.” You frantically help him unbutton his pants, and lift your hips so he can slide his pants and boxers to his knees. You’re still hovering over his lap when he repeats himself from earlier, “Show me what you’ve got, bunny.” Smirking, you wrap your hand around his thick, hard cock, give it a few firm strokes that has Din tilting his head back and closing his eyes with a groan. Giving him one sweet kiss on his mouth, you line Din up with your entrance and sink down slowly until he is fully sheathed in you.

“So full, daddy.”

“I know, bunny. But you’re taking me so well, baby – just like I knew you would. Always such a good little whore for me.”

His words leave you shivering with desire, “I’m your dirty little whore, daddy. Just a little cumslut that needs your cock.”

“Fuck, bunny.” Din loves your dirty talk, “This pussy is squeezing me so tight. So, so perfect. No other pussy could ever make me feel this good. Oh y—yes. You ready to bounce for your Big Bad Wolf, bun?”

There it was again, the new name for himself that has your cunt clamping down on his cock; you start to move, riding his dick slowly at first, then building up a smooth rhythm and giving Din an little extra mini bounce and squeeze every time he bottoms out in you fully. Both of you are moaning without abandon, the kisses getting more urgent and sloppy.

“Use me, Din,” you beg. “Use me like your dumb bunny slut.”

Din starts fucking up into you at a punishing pace. You can only imagine what the car must looking like from the outside, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he pulls your closer and closer to your next climax.

The noises coming out of you are obscene; your non-stop whines and chanting of his name broken only when Din’s mouth is pressed hard against yours, his tongue worshipping your tongue.

Din himself isn’t much more composed; stringing together barely formed thoughts of filth that get increasingly dirty:

“Taking me so deep, baby. This pretty pussy is sucking me in so d-deep. Fuck, bunny, feels so good. So good. You’re so good to me.”

“Let me hear those filthy noises, sweet girl. Need to hear what this cock does to you. Oh- ngh... Such pretty moans, fuck.”

“Such a good girl taking everything daddy gives you. Take it now. Yeah take it, take it all, bunny.”

“My good girl is such a little dirty whore just for me. No one else knows you’re such a slut, right bunny? Only I know that you’re such a good slut. Ohh yes. All. For. Me. Mine.”

“This what you wanted, bunny? You wanted your Big Bad Wolf to use you like the slutty bunny you are. Fuck you until you’re dumb and screaming? Don't stop now, sweetheart, need to hear you cum.”

“Daddy will give you what you want, bun. Pound into you until you cum. I know you can take it, it’s what you’re good for, pretty whore. F-fuck, fuck.. yes taking it so well…. Uhhhhh you’re milking my cock. I can feel you’re so close, bunny. Come. Come for me.”

Din reaches in between you to swipe his thumb over your swollen clit, and with just one pass you’re wailing and coming from his filthy words. He fucks you through your high, and continues to run his mouth with praise while he bounces you like a rag doll on his cock, chasing his own finish.

“Came so good for me, bunny. My good girl. So good… ngh, fuck you always feel so good.”

“Love you so much, my pretty bird. Love stuffing you full of me, and hearing all your pretty noises. Will you make some more for me right now? Oh yes, fuck yes, like that, baby. Always giving me what I need, love you so much.”

“Feel so good, pretty girl. You’re so perfect. Perfect everything, perfect mouth, perfect tits, perfect pussy. Perfect for me, all for me. Fuck -uh, Fu- yes, all mine.”

You touch your forehead to his so he can see how blissed out you look, “All yours, Din. Only you, only for you.” Din comes with a deep grunt, thrusting until he stills and shoots his load deep into you. When he’s finished, you’re both still panting. Foreheads still touching, you open your eyes to see him looking lovingly at you, almost with reverence. He kisses you softly and you return every one of his kisses with equal affection. “Love you so much, baby,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Love you more, pretty bird.”

After taking a few minutes to calm down, Din makes a motion to let you know he’s about to move. He shifts you both, with his softening cock still inside of you, over towards the front center consol. He reaches over with his long arms and pulls out a box of tissues from the front. After you lift and feel him slip out of you, Din uses the tissues to clean you both before pulling up his boxers and pants and tucking himself in. He helps you readjust your dress and watches as you smoothed out the skirt, before helping you out of the car. After checking yourself in the side mirror to fix your hair and make sure you didn’t look too fucked out, you suggest going back to the carnival. “I think the dog might like that teddy bear as well,” you grin.

“Anything my bunny wants.”

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