#partly by fucking up her wrist

[ent-is-indecisive]

Yes there were monsters everywhere and an architecture that wanted me dead but at least i got to use my sword and made some ren fair friends

[steampoweredskeleton]

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[mypoisonedvine]

Jackson Rippner- he DOES fuck you in the bathroom on the plane. Instead of Rachel McAdams, it’s the reader. V noncon, and he even keeps his hand over her mouth and says, “better be quiet. Don’t want the flight attendants to see you enjoying having your little pussy filled, right?” Eiiseodkdownsiwos

had to combine this with another request, it's just too good

soo... get ready for heavy dubcon/noncon with lots and lots of choking and degradation :)

He slammed you up against the plastic wall, and the door slid shut on its own: trapping you in here with this monster.

You struggled, obviously, kicking and shoving randomly to try to get him away, but it wasn't very effective; you knew you weren't strong enough to best him, that was why you'd done this in the first place-- to try to outsmart him.

"Don't fight me," he informed you. It was a warning, surely, but the softness of his voice was unexpected. You were trying to yell out for help but there was still a strong hand over your mouth; you still tried, despite what he said, to kick at his feet one more time but he only pressed up against you harder to pin you down. "Shh, shh," he soothed-- well, really, it was more like an order, just given quietly in case someone outside could hear.

You waited in silence together; you glanced over his shoulder to the message you'd left in soap on the mirror: 18F HAS BOMB. Technically not true, but as long as somebody got some attention on this guy, you might be able to get out of here alive-- and spare your father from the hitman apparently waiting outside his house.

"Creative," he smiled at you, though he didn't seem particularly amused. "Why are you so deadset on making this harder for both of us?"

"You don't have to do this... you don't have to do any of this..." you whimpered, but he bared his teeth and tightened his grip suddenly on your neck.

"Neither do you," he hissed, pressing his face close to yours as you reached up and tried to claw at the hand restricting your air. "You could just do what I fucking tell you, save us both a lot of fucking trouble, and stop gambling with your father's life. Doesn't that sound so much better?"

You obviously weren't paying much attention; your face was starting to go numb, your mouth was gaping and gasping for air that never came, and-- much to your horror-- your thighs were clenching and rubbing together. It was a fantasy you'd never dared share before, partly because you were afraid you wouldn't like it much in real life... well, even when there was an actual threat of being forced to pass out, not liking it was far from an issue. You shut your eyes tight, your grip on Jackson's wrist getting weaker as strength fled your body.

You'd rather him actually choke you to the point of passing out, than him notice the way your back arched and your hips searched for friction. Why now, of all times-- with him staring dead into your watering eyes with white hot rage, pressing you to the wall, threatening to really hurt you-- did you have to get wet?

His eyes moved down from yours to your lips-- watching you try to mouth that you couldn't breathe, begging for some air-- then down to your chest where your blouse had shifted out of the way to expose just the edge of your bra. His free hand reached up to it, delicately toying with the lacy edge as a small smile curled on his lips.

"Who's this for?" he cooed, just barely relaxing his grip on your throat so you could gasp in a massive breath of air. "Who are you dressed up for, were you planning to meet someone after we landed?"

You were too busy sputtering and trying to get some air back in your lungs to even entertain an answer to that.

"Answer me," he insisted, and you started simply shaking your head.

"N-no, no one," you promised, "I just-- I didn't put it on for any reason..."

"If that's true," he growled, reaching down to your skirt, "then these won't match--"

"Fuck, don't--" you tried to protest, but he gripped your neck again while his other hand pulled your skirt up your thighs.

They matched alright; he grinned proudly when he saw them, because he'd proven himself right-- but he was much more preoccupied with how they felt when he ran his fingers over them, petting you roughly between your legs. "Oh," he purred, looking up at your flushed face again as he choked you to keep you quiet. "I think somebody is getting some naughty ideas about us being alone in here, hm?"

You shook your head, but it was pretty hard to deny-- even if you were capable of speaking, you'd be struggling to deny it. And the more he held you by your neck, the worse it got; he grinned wide when he slipped his fingers into those panties and felt for himself how soaked you were.

"Should've known," he chuckled, clicking his tongue as he slid two fingers into you; your eyes went wide, but you felt your walls clenching on him as you struggled for air. "Those sweet faces, they're always hiding something-- of course a pretty thing like you gets off on this. Dirty fucking whore."

You shut your eyes, afraid it was only moments before you lost consciousness, and yet you felt your hips rocking forward onto his fingers. He released your throat for a moment, and you whined as you screwed up your face tight. "Jackson, please--"

"Go ahead, baby," he instructed you in a low voice, "fuck yourself on my fingers. I know you need it."

You didn't really realize that you were already doing it, your body moving desperately against his hand: your hips rocked on his fingers, and you heard yourself moan hoarsely at the feeling.

"Shh, shh," he ordered again, though this time there was a grin on his face. "Don't want anybody hearing you, do we? Don't want them all to know what a needy fucking slut you are for me..."

Your pussy throbbed again and you winced-- because you hated yourself for this, feeling completely helpless to the way your body chased pleasure. Hatred and shame tugged at your chest from the inside, and your mind still wanted more than anything to fight him off; but for better or for worse, your mind wasn't steering this ship anymore.

He curled his fingers inside you, making you whimper again, and he actually laughed at you-- softly, but an outright laugh. "So fucking desperate," he mocked, pressing his thumb up to your clit hard enough to make your legs shake. His smile fell and he grabbed your face hard, pulling his fingers out and forcing them into your open mouth until you gagged. "Can you taste it?" he snarled. "Can you taste how bad you fucking need me?"

Tears rolled down your temples from all the deprivation of air; when he took the fingers out, he brought his hand down to his trousers. You couldn't even try to describe the look in his eyes as he started to open his belt and fly, and even when you opened your mouth to try to tell him no, nothing of any use came out.

Roughly, he grabbed you and spun you around, slamming you into the wall again as you winced. "Fucking whore," he sneered, holding you down with one arm across your shoulders as he tugged your panties down roughly.

"W-wait--" was all the protest you could get out before he pressed his body against yours again, the tip of his erection sliding between your lips as you gasped.

He grunted as he forced himself inside you, and you when you let out a whimper from the stretch, he put his hand over your mouth again.

His hand grabbed your hip and pulled it back against him, forcing your back to arch. You felt his hair against your shoulder as he looked down at you, and you shut your eyes tightly as you tried not to imagine how it must look: his cock pushing into you, stretching you wide...

Each rough thrust pushed you into the wall, and you whimpered, but your legs quivering gave you away. "So fucking wet for me," he purred, leaning in to breathe by your neck. "Gonna have to make this quick, before somebody catches us-- it's a shame, though, sure could take my time with you..."

When your walls clenched on him, he let out a small chuckle just by your ear, playfully biting on the lobe.

When you moaned again as he fucked you just a bit harder, his hand found itself around your throat one more time, tightening until you were forced into silence. "That's better," he whispered, "good girl."

[turtletaubwrites]

Hogging the Blankets

This pure smut one shot can be read alone, but it would take place some time after part 18 of the poly fic, We've All Got Needs, linked below.

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1210

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Summary: Zoro hogged the blankets, so you try to wake him. He tells you what you need to do now that you've woken him up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Very Mild Consensual Somnophilia, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Penis in Vagina Sex, Condoms, Pet Names (including nickname 'Needy'), Shameless Smut

A/N: Who doesn't want to wake up to Zoro in the morning?

Soft morning light fell into your quarters, and today you’d surprisingly woken up able to breathe.

Sleeping with Zoro was so often dangerous, his heavy body almost always finding a way to smother yours as you slept. 

Sighing as you curled against him, you noticed he’d hogged the blankets. The cool air on your skin had probably woken you, but you knew better than to try to wrestle with his dead weight. 

Grinning to yourself, you trailed your fingers along his hip.

I know what will wake him up. 

Slowly, your fingers traced over the blanket, around that piece of him that was partly awake already. 

Memories of how he’d fucked you stupid last night filled your mind, tightening your core as you shivered. 

He looked so cute now, his green hair mussed, his mouth hanging slack, his arm slung over his head. He didn’t look like someone who’d made you beg him to do filthy things to you, made you cry on his cock as you ached for him to hurt you just a little more. 

Biting your lip as you looked at his seemingly sweet face, you let your hand travel closer. You couldn’t help but hum softly as you felt him getting harder, twitching under the blanket while your fingers played around his length.

“So fucking needy.”

You yelped as his warm fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping your teasing movements. 

His voice was low, raspy as he squinted at you, and the sound sent shivers over your skin. 

“You’re hogging the blanket,” you whined, pulling at the fabric.

“Oh, is that all you want?”

Zoro stretched, his chest muscles distracting you from your goal. 

“If you’re gonna wake me up like that, you should finish what you start.”

Zoro’s hands were on you, pulling you onto his lap, leaving you breathless. He shoved his fingers into his mouth before rubbing them along your folds. 

“Wow, Needy, your pussy is fucking hungry for me, isn’t it?”

Zoro’s fingers pulled away with thick strands of slick, all your thoughts and teasing of the morning giving you away.

“I just… wanted the blanket.”

The look he gave you at your lie made your skin flush with heat, unable to hide how much he affected you. 

“Sure. Since you want it so bad that you had to fucking wake me up, you’re gonna work for it.”

His command, voice still rough from sleep, made you shiver. He pointed at the nightstand, and you didn’t hesitate to grab a condom, releasing his swollen dick from the blanket, and rubbing the condom down his shaft. 

Zoro moaned softly, putting his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. 

“Go ahead. This is why you woke me up, isn’t it?”

You paused, waiting for him to move. Zoro normally took you hard and fast, always taking control. You waited too long, and he opened one eye to growl at you. 

“I’m going back to sleep if you don’t give me a reason not to.”

Holding in a laugh, you straddled him, pressing one palm against his chest while you slid yourself onto his length.

You were wet and ready for him, but you still hissed as your body adjusted. You took him in, his full length pressing deep, leaving you to hover, just slightly. 

Zoro had closed his eyes again, and seemed unaffected by the heat of your pussy, clenching him while you moaned his name softly. 

His lack of reaction felt like a challenge, and you started working yourself over him. Slow and steady, holding yourself up with your hands on his chest. You alternated rolling forward and back, and lifting yourself up and down, unable to keep in your own moans as you took his long cock into your now dripping cunt.

Zoro’s lips parted in a small sigh, and you knew he was fucking with you, pretending not to be affected.

Even though his eyes were closed, you leaned over him as you used his shoulders to hold yourself up, watching his face. 

Still alternating with twisting your hips, and fucking yourself onto him, you let yourself moan. A bit louder than you normally did with everyone’s quarters being so close. You let your face show how much you needed him, your tongue hanging slightly out of your mouth.

You were rewarded with a moan from Zoro when his eyes opened to see the needy look on your face. 

“Fuuuck,” he breathed, hands moving down to grab your hips. He helped your body slide over his, and you forgot about your challenge, forgot about everything except for the feel of his cock inside you, building tension and warmth in your core. 

“Mm, my baby can’t even wait for me to wake up,” he teased, moaning as he watched your tits bouncing above him, one hand reaching up to play with them while your back arched. 

“You can’t live without my cock, huh, Needy?”

“I can’t, Zoro, I need you so fucking ba-”

Zoro thrust up into you hard, your body lurching forward as your pussy ached for him, ached for more.

“Tell me what you want, kitten. Tell me what your pussy needs.”

Zoro’s eyes were dangerous as he brought his thumb to trace circles around your clit. Words were not easy to find, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“I need you to fuck me, Zoro. I need your cock-”

He flipped you easily, and wasted no time in thrusting into you, the sudden force of him ripping a small scream from you before you could bite your lip. 

Zoro rolled his hips with each thrust, keeping his dark eyes on yours as he fucked his way deeper into you. 

His gaze was intense, and you kept it as well as you could while you dragged your nails down his back. His eyes fluttered slightly as you scraped down his skin, and you let out a moan as your body clenched around his. 

“Fuck, Zoro, you feel so fucking good.”

“You too, baby. I love waking up to your eager pussy. It sucks me in so fucking well.”

His last words were emphasized with deep thrusts, sending your body so fucking close to that edge. Zoro lifted your hips then, the angle sending him over and over that soft, needy spot inside you, making you twitch beneath him.

“That’s right, Needy. Come on my cock for me. Show me how much you- Fuck, just like that, baby.”

That tension building in your core snapped as his cock rammed over that perfect spot one more time, and he didn’t let up. He fucked into you harder, chasing his own high as you fell apart for him, legs twitching while you moaned, incoherent pleas of more and too much falling from your lips.

Zoro’s head fell over you as his thrusts stuttered.

“Fucking perfect, baby.”

Your eyes teared up with the heat of his words, the strength of his last thrusts, and the throbbing feel of his heavy cock as he came inside you. 

He stayed there, locked in your body as you both relearned how to breathe. His warm lips found your forehead, making you shiver with a soft kiss, and his whispered tease.

“Good morning, Needy.

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[springwitch26]

hots for teacher (part 2) (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 1

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later? (part 2: what happens)

warnings: smut, intensely NSFW, praise kink, age gap, squirting, d/s vibes, inexperienced!reader, minors and men please don't touch this post

notes: ask and you shall receive, beauties! thank you for all the love on part 1, it's kinda surreal to be writing my own fics but also super liberating. any feedback is welcome. idk when i'll write again but i may or may not have another little nsfw draft with a more... punishing... interpretation of mel so we'll see! also, feel free to send me asks because i'm lonely. this one goes out to whoever said melissa schemmenti loves sluts, 'cause yeah she does.

the car ride back to melissa's place felt like it would never end. you crossed your legs when you first got into the passenger seat--partly out of habit and partly to get some friction on your aching core--and were quickly reprimanded.

"tsk tsk, baby. guess i'll have to teach you manners, too. keep those pretty thighs apart for me, all the way home. you're gonna wait patiently until i get my hands on you," melissa scolded.

you whined incoherently, and she responded with a dangerous laugh. the trip was short but unbearable. she had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other drew lazy patterns on your inner thigh. you squirmed and writhed, even moaned quietly, but she remained nonchalant.

at one point, when her fingers drew oh-so close to where you needed them most, your thighs snapped shut of their own accord.

"c'mon, legs open," was all she said in response. she tried to act casual, but you could tell from her excited half-smile that she was enjoying this game more than she let on.

as soon as you got in the door, she was on you. you barely had the focus to take in your surroundings as she lavished you with kisses, working her way across your lips and face before burying herself in your neck. her house was cozy and tastefully decorated with gentle lighting. in the soft glow, her slightly disheveled hair and lustful eyes were a sight you'd never forget.

"is there anyone--oh!" you squealed as her fingers began to trace circles on your nipples through your dress. "is there anyone else here?"

"sensitive, huh?" she teased, smirking down at you. "and no, it's just me tonight."

before you had time to consider what that last word implied, she picked you up and effortlessly whisked you to her bedroom. you were dazzled by the sight of her private space--it was simple yet beautiful, adorned with shades of green and twinkling lights. you didn't expect this level of whimsy from her, and it somehow made her even sexier.

she laid you on the bed carefully, reverently. "god, look at you." she whispered, sending shivers down your spine as she positioned herself on top of you and returned to your lips.

by now you were painfully needy from all her teasing, and you just needed her to fuck you senseless. you tried to convey that with your impatient noises, but it seemed the older woman had other plans. she pulled away from your lips to take in your flushed, desperate face.

"soon, sweetheart, soon. i know you're so worked up, but i plan to make this last."

you hummed in acknowledgment, turning your attention to the buttons of her shirt. you thought maybe if you got her a bit more riled up, she would be less inclined to take her time.

melissa groaned, feeling your delicate fingers ghost over her chest, but shook her head in disapproval. she removed your hands from her shirt, grabbing your wrists with surprising force. "i'm not taking my clothes off yet. i'm in charge, and you need to learn patience."

you gave her your best pout, but you knew she wouldn't budge. this was about power, not patience. she wanted to be clothed, composed and in control while you lay naked and vulnerable underneath her.

she started to pull at the fabric of your dress. you lifted your hips, and in one fluid motion, she slipped it over your head and off of you. it was an expert move, and you shivered at the idea that she had done this many times before.

when she saw your body, she paused for a moment, her mouth slightly open and her pupils dilated. "no bra?" she asked under her breath, not looking for an answer. "you're so soft in my hands..." she mused as her hands massaged your breasts. her fingers moved to pinch and rub over your nipples.

you moaned, bucking your hips upward and seeking more contact. she took the hint and directed her attention to your core.

"nice panties, by the way," she said with a cocky laugh, tugging playfully at the soaked pink lace. "who knew little miss gothic had a colorful side?"

"please, mel, no more teasing, i need you so bad," was all you could manage.

"okay, baby, let's get these off ya." she hooked her fingers through your panties and you lifted your hips, allowing her to drag them off. she folded them neatly and tucked them into her front pocket. something cutesy to remind her of you, wet and pliant under her touch.

"mmm, such a messy girl. you must feel so embarrassed, all spread out and naked for me while i'm fully clothed, playin' with you."

you could only whimper and whine, helplessly turned on by her words but pinned to the bed and unable to move. she cooed at you and took pity, moving down your body to get closer to your core.

she placed her hands once again on the insides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart and revealing your glistening pussy. her breath stuttered upon seeing the wetness covering your core and thighs.

"jesus, hon, you're dripping. you're just aching for me, aren't ya? need me to make you feel good?"

"yes!" you finally exclaimed, regaining your voice. "yes, please, melissa, please touch me, i need you," you begged.

"well, since you asked so nicely..." she gave you a smirk and trailed a finger between your puffy lips, gathering the wetness there.

by this point you were writhing all over the bed, so she had to pin your legs down with her knees. neither of you minded, though. you enjoyed feeling completely at her mercy, and she enjoyed watching you squirm under her.

finally, after an eternity of torture, she gave in, slipping a finger into you with ease and rubbing gentle circles over your clit.

"so tight, fuck," she muttered to herself as she began to move inside you, transfixed by the feeling of you around her.

"feels so good, ohhh..." you mewled as her finger quickly found a rhythm, pumping forcefully and curling at your most sensitive spots.

"you're taking me so well, baby, my brave girl," she soothed, relishing in her ability to draw such pathetic sounds from you. "can you handle one more?"

you nodded frantically, almost too lost in the haze of pleasure to hear her.

she grinned and pushed another finger inside you, making you cry out. you were relatively inexperienced, so the stretch was a bit painful at first, but you were soon overcome by the bliss of feeling so full.

"that's new, huh? poor baby, can barely take two fingers," her thrusts got rougher, as if she was trying to break you. "don't whine now, you wanted this."

you were overwhelmed with pleasure and the slight pain of the intrusion. her fingers were long, nimble and skilled, and she seemed to know all the right spots and rhythms to make you see stars. her fingers stroked your clit with more pressure now, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. it was almost too much. you wanted to scream, but you could only produce pathetic little whimpers of "ah, ah, ah!"

she was clearly aware of what she was doing, and she revelled in your pleasure. she would ease up, return to a gentler pace, and then thrust hard into your g-spot just to hear your cries and gasps. she longed to see you lose control.

"that's a good girl, keep takin' my fingers just like that. you're close, aren't you baby? let's see how long you can last against me," she said, her voice deep and her smile mischievous. there was a competitive edge to her words, like making you fall apart was some kind of victory to her.

suddenly she pulled away completely, and you nearly sobbed. your hips bucked up into nothing. your helpless whimpers were music to the older woman's ears, and she snickered to herself as she moved down your body.

for a moment, there was silence. you stared at her, silently pleading for her touch. she cocked her head at you and raised an eyebrow, silently asking you: are you ready? you nodded intently. you weren't sure what she was going to do to you, but you sure as hell wanted to find out.

before you even had the chance to brace yourself, she was thrusting two fingers roughly inside you again, rubbing hard at that spongy spot. for the final blow, melissa leaned down and attached her lips to your clit, sucking harshly.

"not yet, sweetheart. stay with me," she said, grinning from ear to ear as she felt your walls flutter and clench around her.

with her free hand, she reached up and pressed softly on your lower abdomen. between that, the punishing thrusts, and the hot pressure on your clit, you couldn't take it anymore. the sensations overwhelmed you. the world went blank, and all you could feel was warmth. you swam through oceans of white-hot ecstasy, riding wave after wave of pleasure. and melissa was right there, coaxing you through heaven's gates.

melissa's thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your outer thighs, bringing you back down to earth. "come back to me," she whispered sweetly. you opened your eyes.

"there she is," she said, her eyes sparkling with relief.

she gave you a giddy smile and you noticed the wetness all over her face... and fingers... and sheets. you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

melissa must have picked up on this, as she took hold of your hand and reassured you. "don't be embarrassed, angel. that was probably the hottest thing i've ever seen." she laid down next to you as she spoke.

you hummed and buried your face in the crook of her neck. she was warm and smelled like cinnamon.

"did you know you could do that, hon?" she asked.

"yeah," you giggled, still dazed. "but i didn't know you could do that."

"i'm fulla surprises, kid," she laughed, stroking your hair. "let me run us a bath, and then we'll see what kind of surprises you've got in you."

she carried you bridal-style to the bathtub, and you relaxed into the bliss. feeling the warmth of her arms around your frame. drowning in her.

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Rensuke Kunigami x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: praise kink, pet names (pretty baby, baby, and pretty girl), she/her pronouns used, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, vaginal sex, and missionary

Kunigami always loves how sweet you are to him. How you cheer for him at soccer games, compliment him, and are kind to his family members is just all of it. While he can be embarrassed by overly complimenting you, he doesn’t do it incredibly often.

He does, however, compliment you as much as possible behind closed doors. His personal favorite way to do so was during sex.

“Look at you, pretty baby,” Rensuke coos as his fingers gingerly thrust in and out of your pussy. “Your cute pussy is so sensitive, isn’t it?” Your legs shake from the first two orgasms you received from your boyfriend.

“All b-because of you,” you tell him. Rensuke chuckles.

“Well, partly because of me,” he shrugs off the credit. Rensuke moves his other hand to your clit and begins to rub it. You reach out to his hand and grab at his wrist. His eyes flash to you, watching your face as your orgasm builds once again.

“Cum again, baby,” he eggs. “Lemme see that beautiful face of yours.” You moan out and feel yourself let go and cum on his fingers swiftly. Your cum squirting out, coating Rensuke’s hands and fingers. He removes his fingers from your pussy and licks away your cum with his tongue. You heavily breath as you watch him.

“I knew you would be so pretty cumming for me, baby,” he says. “You’ll be just as pretty when I fuck you too, won’t you?” Your eyebrows raise from his words. He once again chuckles. “You thought we were done?”

“I mean, I guess I thought that…maybe,” you say softly.

“We’re definitely not done,” Rensuke promises.

Rensuke grabs his pants and underwear and swiftly drags them off his body. You now notice his hard cock that has been begging for some kind of attention. You try to reach out for his cock wanting to give it the attention it so desperately wants. However, Rensuke stops your reach.

“Oh baby, I’m not done with that pussy of yours,” he says. Rensuke grabs your thighs and pulls them farther apart. Rensuke rubs his cock along the entrance of your pussy, with the tip slowly touching your clit. The sudden contact makes you shudder under him. “I love how sensitive you are.”

 Rensuke allows his cock to bathe in your juices for a bit longer, mixing his precum and your fluids.

“You keep teasing me,” you say.

“You’re right. I’ll stop teasing you,” he promises. He shoves his cock inside your pussy, not wanting to waste any more time. He goes in very deep, causing you to flinch. “See? I kept my promise, pretty baby.” He holds open your thigh by lifting them and angling himself better. Rensuke begins to slam his cock into you at a fast pace only he can muster. His strong hands hold you tightly as he uses you how he pleases. He watches your face morph to bliss as he thrusts into you. God, she looks so beautiful, he thinks.

He slows down to watch your face change occasionally to see how tuned you are to his movements. His favorite thing is seeing how well you know his tactics. When you notice his change, you look up at him with desperation. A look he knows all too well. He grips your thighs tightly again and continues slamming himself into you. You reach over and cover your mouth, not wanting to be too loud from the deep thrusts. It’s almost too much for you.

“Don’t cover your sexy noises, baby,” he tells you. “I want to hear you scream for me.” You do as he commands and let go of your mouth, but you can’t contain your moans.

“Mm! Ren-Rensuke,” you cry out. “T-Too much.”

“Aw, you gonna cum again, pretty girl?” he asks. “Don’t hold back on me now.” You squeeze the bedsheets under you and cum once again. You squirt, having enough power to force Rensuke’s cock out of your pussy. Your face burns from embarrassment. He looks down, impressed.

“Damn, you cummed so much,” he says. “My cock is so soaked with you, baby.”

“S-Sorry,” you apologize.

“Sorry? Don’t be; it’s so hot,” he compliments. “Let’s see if I can make you do it three more times?”

“Three more times?” you ask in disbelief.

“You can handle it. I know you can,” he says. “I just love seeing you cum for me, baby.” Rensuke slides himself back inside your pussy sure that he will get you to cum three more times.

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[baldval]

Hey I hope you're having a good week! I'd love to request something nsfw and dark for a Velvette x reader one shot if that's okay. I was thinking Vox and Val have disappeared, the reader knows who's responsible but won't say. This leads to Velvette kidnapping them to try and get the information from them (as sensually or painfully as she wants)

LOOSE CHANGE!₊˚⊹♡

characters: dark!velvette x sub!reader

wc: 1.1k of pure filth

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has a 😺, noncon/extremely dubcon, slapping, sex toys, spanking, degradation, humilliation, orgasm denial

You wake up abruptly, your face slightly burning from the slap that had awoken you.

You find yourself tied up to a pole, your wrists sore from how tight the ropes were.

The room you were in was seemingly empty, except for a closet and, of course, the person keeping you captive.

"Velvette. What the fuck am I doing here?" She slaps your face again, making your head turn.

"I'll be the one asking the questions you bitch." She kneels down to meet your face. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you know what you're doing here."

"I genuinely have no idea." Another harsh slap.

"Don't try to act dumb with me, tell me who is responsible for Vox's disappearance and I'll play nice alright?"

"Who is Vox again?" you said, sarcastically.

"I have my ways of making you talk, you know?" She says. Your whole face tensed up, preparing yourself for another slap.

Instead, you feel the cold air hitting your chest as you realise Velvette cut your clothes open, leaving you naked in front of her.

"What the fuck?" You ask, as you pull your knees up to your chest in an attempt to cover yourself up.

"No, no, we won't be doing that right now." She roughly flipped you around, your face facing the floor, propping yourself up on your elbows, while your ass was perfectly exposed for Velvette.

You tried to scurry away from her hold but she only chuckled.

"Oh come on, I can smell your wet cunt. Don't act like you don't want this."

Her hands went to your ass cheeks, kneading the skin and digging her nails in to make you wince.

“You know, if you’d just told me the truth, you could have been safe and sound back at home by now. But you're a lying piece of shit, aren't you? And what must we do with liars?", She spoke harshly. You dropped your head, trying to cover your face and hide how humiliated you were.

“Liars get punished.” She mumbled.

She raised her hand and cracked it down hard on your ass, cupping at the skin while your whole body was jolted forward and you let out a pained whine.

"Last chance to tell me where the fuck Vox is."

"Fuck you."

"Nah, I'll be the one doing the fucking."

She spanked your ass over and over, leaving a red raw handprint on your sensitive ass cheek. With each smack, your body was thrown forward. Your legs caved inwards, as if to shield your cunt but over time, Velvette noticed just how wet and swollen it was.

You cried out each time, throwing your head back.

"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" You keep quiet, partly because you didn't want to tell her anything, partly because you didn't really know if you would be able to talk. "I'll take that as a no. So you can take a spanking huh? Let's see how well you do by the end of the night."

She traced her finger along your dripping pussy, gathering some of your arousal and bringing it to her mouth to taste it.

"Tastes like you’re not very sorry for lying, I think you’re enjoying this too much. Did you plan this?" She smirked, taking a break from the punishment to admire her handiwork on your abused ass cheek.

Your chest dipped to rest on the cold floor, burying your face even more in the floor while your ass remained in the air. You were tired and Velvette could tell. Yet the way you still had yourself presented to her suggested you were able to take more.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, huh?” She teased as you swallowed thickly in anticipation for what was to come next.

She walked over to what looked like a closet and took something out of it that seemed to be a vibrator. You look back towards her, not moving from your position in fear she would spank you again.

“I’m gonna put this inside you, since your pussy must be so greedy for it from the way it's fucking dripping. And I’m gonna keep spanking you. Got that, slut?” She explained, pressing the toy back into you and angling it so it could stimulate your two favourite spots perfectly.

You moaned at the intrusion and gripped the ropes that held your wrists. Velvette laughed. "God, you really are enjoying this."

It didn’t even come to your attention that she had selected a paddle for the latter half of your punishment. You only realised once the cool wood hit your mistreated ass cheek and you screamed.

“Like I said, whore. Liars get punished.” She smirked as you whined.

“Now show me how much of a fucking whore you are and fuck yourself on this toy.” She commanded. "Remember I have total control over you, unless you decide to tell the truth." You reluctantly started to grind yourself on it. "Of course it's too late for that now." Every time the vibe had bottomed out inside you and your ass cheeks met her arm, she spanked you with the paddle again.

You became a squirming and moaning mess as the mixture of pleasure and pain took over. You held tightly to the ropes as you began to fuck yourself faster at the cost of being hit more times with the paddle.

“Velvette.” You panted desperately. “I'm gonna cum.”

"So now you feel like talking huh?" She hit you harder with the paddle, prompting a shriek from you. "I don’t fucking think you will cum."

Skilfully, she kept a close eye on the situation and monitored as you were just about to cum. A hard smack with the paddle was accompanied with her pulling the toy out of you, denying you a much needed orgasm.

Yoy cried out in despair, your legs clenching together and your full body writhing as you mourned the loss of pleasure you had been so close to receiving.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking horny I bet you even forgot you were being kindnapped." One hand massaged your sore ass. "You truly are a slut."

"I'm just not a snitch"

She chuckled loudly. "Yeah sure. From the way you were screaming and moaning before, I think you are really enjoying this whole 'not being a snitch' thing." She said sarcastically. "However, I do need you to tell me who kidnapped Vox though" She held your hair in a made up ponytail and dragged your head towards her, making you arch your back even more.

"I won't tell you shit."

"Hmm... I actually think you will, because now I’m gonna show you what I really had planned for you, and it includes a lot of cumming, or not, if you don't tell me the truth."

[codenamesazanka]

Story has this tendency to add more suffering after the initial horror backstory, as a way to delve deeper into Hero Society/the world:

Shigaraki didn't just have a deadly quirk and was never saved by Heroes - his dad abused him and his family enabled this and then he killed his entire family and was ignored by dozens of bystanders before being picked up by a Villain who gives him his family's severed hands to fuck with him. Then it turns out even his birth was plotted by AFO.

Twice wasn't just a criminal who suffered a traumatic break. He was an orphaned 16-year-old who was kicked out onto the streets and turned to using his quirk for comfort, before falling into crime.

Spinner wasn't just called some names and got bullied and became a hikikomori. He got sprayed with pesticides for daring to walk outside, and admits that he was ready to completely give up.

Toga didn't just had to go to quirk counseling and repress herself. Her parents emotionally abused her and quirk counseling truly was to stuff her into a neat, 'normal' box and even when she was unconsciously biting her wrist hard enough to bleed in her sleep, no one did anything.

Touya wasn't just neglected by his dad and went villains for revenge. He was cornered to the point of a mental breakdown, before being alone when he nearly burned to death, was in a coma for three years, escaped from a shady AFO-ran orphanages, came home to see Enji still beating up Shouto, then became a street kid for the next 8 years.

AFO and OFA wasn't just two siblings with quirks living through a time of chaos where people quirks were considered subhuman. They were born to a homeless woman who died, and so they becoming orphaned trash river rat babies who lived on the streets their whole lives.

Scissors-kun wasn't just tied up and locked away in his own home by his parents. His family and multiple relatives were all involved in the abuse and cover-up, in which he was locked in a basement for years and they even sew his mouth shut (implied because he cried too much), before being purposefully abandoned when the town was evacuated due to it turning into a war zone.

From his latest interview, Horikoshi apparently writes things because he wants his story to be interesting and evoke strong emotions in readers. Fair enough. I think he chooses these absolutely awful backstories as a way to make his villains understandable and sympathetic - so we can clearly understand their anger and pain and know why they would seek out destruction even if those crimes are inexcusable. Also fair. Or maybe it's just the logic of the darker the backstory, the more heartwarming the lukewarm save will feel - if they've suffered so much, they should be grateful they're even getting a bit of relief.

But the thing is. Because these horrors are so atrocious and clearly the results of how corrupted and dysfunctional and cruel Hero/quirk society is, I really have no choice but to loathe Hero society and basically all who upkeep it, and wish for its complete upheaval.

Scissors-kun revealed to be the victim of one of those years-long confinement cases, undergoing years of neglect and social isolation, and then even mutilation, all because his family can't accept his quirk, and no Hero even knowing of his existence to save him from his own family - him being saved by Old Lady holding his hand doesn't bring me joy. I don't see change. I see an injustice that occurred long before the League ever started their terrorism and continued even after they were defeated, and only recently alleviated partly because the League lashed out and forced some reckoning, and even this help Scissors-kun received is the lowest of bars.

It makes me want the society that allowed something like this to happen to him to be utterly destroyed.

[oreo-creampie]

Sooooo imagine your lovely cult leader boyfriend Geto has had a looooong day dealing with monkeys so you lay on the bed with your head hanging off the edge so he can fuck your throat, he likes to put his hands on your neck and feel his cock bulge down your throat too, he makes me melt

Fey: sorry this is so late, thank you for this yummy confession, I've been obsessing over it for a while

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing his cock, sucking his balls, size kink, praise, face fucking, choking, masturbation, slapping your thigh once

The clench in Suguru’s jaw, crease between his thin furrowing brows and his balled fist point to a rough day. “Wanna take a little frustration out on me?” You roll over, dangle your head off the bed opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Suguru smile softens into genuine delights. He orders, “Play with yourself while I do. I wanna see your pretty cunt making a dripping wet mess.” Making quick work of stripping off his clothes.

His dark happy trail leads to a half hard cock, softly swaying as he walks closer. Suguru’s balls between his thick thighs looking suckable like his fat cock. “I can't get over how handsome you are.” Gently squeezing Suguru’s thick thighs, sliding your hands up his sculpted thighs.

You croon, “I love your cock n’ balls so much. They are big, warm, your balls are so soft..” Grasping his cock, feeling him get harder in your hands. “Your cock is so hard get the skin is so soft. I love feeling you inside.” Sucking one into your mouth swirling your tongue.

He groans “You’re so beautiful sweetheart.” He slips his hand through long dark hair, pulling it back, slipping the tie off his wrists. Long thick locks slipping out of his messy bun.

He leans his massive body over your’s, spreading your legs apart to admire your soft wet cunt. Spreading your lips apart, spitting in your soft hole. “When she clenches I wanna split her open with my cock. I can't believe I get to fuck your gorgeous sweet cunt n’ pretty little mouth.”

He leans back, you let his ball go with a soft pop. Trailing kisses along the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. Moaning when you feel the soft ridge of his cockhead. “Fuck that feels so good, love seeing you kiss up on my cock.”

You let go of Suguru’s cock when he grabs himself. “Are you gonna let me fuck your sweet mouth?” He glides himself in with a loud, smooth deep moan that makes your cunt wetter. “Gonna take care of me?” He squeezes your throat, slowly fucking your throat, slipping an inch deeper till you’re taking all of him.

His balls are hitting your face with thrust. “I can feel myself in your throat.” You reach between your legs, gliding your fingers between your soft lips getting them wet before rubbing your soft clit.

Suguru moans, “You’re fuckin’ beautiful!” your play with yourself, squeezing your throat tighter. Groaning when you writhe beneath him, chest arching, hips twisting down, legs tremble partly closing.

He slaps the inside of your thigh. “Show hide your pretty cunt from me. Show me how you play with yourself when I’m not here.”

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

word count: 3229k

Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶

Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵

Minors do not interact!

“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass. 

“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily. 

“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face. 

“Nah, not golf.” 

She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky. 

“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights. 

“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate. 

“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?” 

“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers. 

“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed. 

“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead. 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded. 

“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?” 

“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.” 

“Who do you want to give it to?” 

“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date. 

“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’” 

She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded. 

“So, how do we do this?”

“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile. 

“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair. 

“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone. 

“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly. 

“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone. 

“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly. 

“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified. 

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard. 

“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.

“What-” She started.

“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words. 

“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly. 

“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.

“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away. 

“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky. 

“I, well we didn’t actually… have sex.” He mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow. 

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips. 

“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously. 

“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.” 

“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet. 

“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.” 

She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked. 

“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head. 

“It’s silly.” He sniffed. 

“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.” 

He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank. 

“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond. 

“What happened after that?” She asked quietly. 

“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.” 

“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly. 

“That’s a minor detail.”

“He’s one of your best friends.” 

“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.” 

“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.

“Do you like me?” He asked softly. 

“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers. 

“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her. 

“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged. 

“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips. 

“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky. 

“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man. 

She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch. 

“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically. 

Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit. 

“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded. 

“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.” 

“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her. 

“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy. 

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts. 

“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time. 

“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside. 

“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out. 

“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.

“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair. 

“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled. 

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high. 

“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands. 

“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly. 

“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.” 

“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked. 

“Is that what you are now?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk. 

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.

“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh. 

“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.

“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded. 

“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck. 

“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.

“What?” 

“Take me home.” 

“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion. 

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.

[shadesslut]

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 DAY 3

Bondage

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Bondage, slight edging?)

(a/n: not proofread!)

Main Masterlist

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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Tara groaned, with her legs sprawled across her girlfriend’s lap. The couple were on their couch, in nothing but booty shorts. “There has to be something we haven’t tried.” Tara complained. 

Y/N furrowed her brows in concentration. The specific topic they were debating on was what kinks they haven’t tried out. There weren’t that many. 

“We haven’t done a threesome,” Y/N stated.

 Tara glared at her. “No fucking way I’m sharing you.” She gripped her thigh as she gritted through her teeth. “Seeing someone else fuck you doesnt turn me on, it just makes me want to commit a murder.”

“Okay, okay, no threesomes,” Y/N laughed as she quickly dropped the suggestion. Again, she sat in silence. Tara groaned again, throwing her head back onto the couch.  “What about, never mind.”

Tara lifted head up to look at her. “What were you gonna say?” Y/N shook her head. “No, no, say it.” Tara demanded, crawling on top of Y/N’s lap. Y/N’s cheeks warmed up and Tara’s thighs straddling her own. 

“N-Nothing,” she replied, meekly. 

Tara lifted a brow, and she placed her hands on both sides of Y/N’s shoulders. “Tell me.” 

“What about…What about bondage?” She finally asked. Tara’s eyes widened, and Y/N looked anywhere but at Tara. 

“You want that?” Tara asked softly. Y/N only nodded slowly. A beat of silence passed from both of them. Tara hummed as she got off of Y/N’s lap, disappearing into their bedroom. 

Y/N followed her nervously. “We don’t have to do that, we can do something else,” Tara shut her up by kissing her, and before Y/N knew it Tara had secured her hands together in cuffs. 

“Where on earth did you get these?” Y/N asked, looking down at the shiny metal. Tara smirked, and she pulled Y/N onto the bed. Y/N let out a yelp in surprise, and partly from the pain of the cuffs digging into her skin. 

Tara swayed her hips as she crawled onto the bed, her head slightly tilted up, as her eyes looked down to Y/N. “That’s not important right now baby, what’s important is making you feel good.” She cooed at her. Y/N gulped nervously. Her wrists were raised to her chest, squishing her tits together, and Tara licked her lips at the sight. 

“You know what else I have?” Tara asked sweetly. Y/N shook her head. Tara chuckled as she caressed her fingers through Y/N’s hair. She reached over to her personal nightstand, her breasts hanging just above Y/N’s face. 

“Tara, please,” Y/N whined at the sight. Tara giggled as she leaned back, zip ties now in her hands. Tara crawled back to the edge of the bed, securing both of Y/N’s ankles to the legs of the bed. “Fuck,” 

Tara settled herself in between Y/N’s now restricted legs, and she smirked up at her. “I can smell you, baby.” Tara whispered softly. She hooked two fingers into the crotch of Y/N’s panties, and pressed the flat of her tongue against her pussy. 

“Fuck Tara, you always feel good,” Y/N whined. She so desperately wished to move, raising her hips, and trying to pull her legs up. Her legs couldn’t move from its place though, unfortunately for her. 

Tara’s tongue swiped along Y/N’s clit, barely applying pressure. The tip of her tongue barely grazed her skin, bringing Y/N to that sweet edge. “Tara.” Y/N groaned. “Please,” Tara chuckled, and she sat up. Y/N groaned in protest again, yearning for Tara’s touch. Tara straddled one leg over Y/N’s thigh, and she swiped her own panties to the side. Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked down, Tara’s now exposed pussy lingering just above her own. Tara looked up at her, eyes lidded, full of seduction. 

Every inch of Y/N’s body wished to reach out to touch Tara in any way. Tara lowered herself, and grazed her cunt against Y/N’s. Tara’s eyes rolled back, and she let out the sweetest gasp Y/N had ever heard. “So warm,” Tara mumbled. 

She rolled her hips against Y/N’s, gaining friction on their clits. Each of them moaned, and Y/N’s legs jerked as she tried to move. She cursed under her breath in annoyance. The pressure felt amazing though. Between Tara’s pussy grinding on hers, the tightness the restraints felt around her, she was in heaven. Tara placed a palm on Y/N’s lower stomach as she braced herself. 

“I need you so bad.” She whispered. Y/N’s stomach twisted, and she felt the restraints rub into her skin, overstimulating her. She could hear how wet she was, how wet Tara was. Tara’s hips rolled back and forth, side to side, and Tara raised her free hand up to cup her own tit, drawing circles around her nipple with her thumb. Her mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, and she whimpered Y/N’s name repeatedly. 

Tara’s body grew warmer and warmer as she approached her climax. “Fuck, Y/N, fuck,”

Y/N’s body jerked as Tara’s clit rubbed against her once more, finally finishing. Tara kept going after Y/N came, grinding her hips even faster. Both of their liquids were mixed all over Tara and Y/N’s lap. Tara smiled as her eyes closed, and she threw her head back. “Oh fuck yes, fuck yes,” She moaned, reaching her climax. 

Tara panted, still resting on top of Y/N. She smiled down at her girlfriend, and she leaned down to kiss her plump lips, slightly biting on her bottom lip. She pulled her lip with her as she leaned away causing Y/N’s lip to pop back. “You’re right,” Tara sighed satisfactorily. “This was a good idea.”

[comet-forgot-you]

more power bottom! River🗣️‼️

i love ur writing btw bae 😸

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power bottom!river x reader

summary: basically the request but its kinda soft at the end.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap-on use, power bottom river, mean river, (why is she always mean in my fics, ill change some day), idk if theres more

a/n: im tired. pinterest is my best friend when it comes to river pics. goodnight.

it felt like it was never enough. it didnt matter how many times you had brought river over the edge, it felt like it was never enough to please her. she was insatiable, always so bossy when it came to sex, her words firm as she told you what to do. you didn’t mind though, every dominate word and rough tug at the hairs at the base of your neck sent hear rushing to your core.

“c’mon, baby, fuck me like you mean it.” river mumbles, clawing at your back as you pounded into her. the two of you had been going at it for hours, your strap abusing her cunt non-stop at her command. you let out huffs, your body sore from the constant movement. you hook your hands under her thighs, pushing them to meet her chest. she moans out at the new found angles you hit with every thrust.

“riv,” you whine out, hips stuttering. the base of the strap bumped your clit perfectly, the new position only furthering both of your pleasure. river’s palm meets your cheek in a harsh slap. your thrusts still for a split second as you process what had just happened before you cup your cheek, trying to soothe the stinging sensation it left behind. she tuts at your actions, pulling your wrist away.

“don’t you fucking stop.” she grips your chin in her hand, moans falling from her lips. you continue your pace, skin smacking against skin as you try to bring her to another orgasm. she lets out a huff, pressing her thumb against your tongue. “you’ll come when i do, understand?” you nod frantically, picking your pace up in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm quicker.

you knew that if you were to cum before her, the punishment would be harsh. it had always been in the past. weeks without being able to touch her as she forced you to watch her come undone on her own fingers, another week of her leaving you hanging by a thread after hours of endless teasing, river was ruthless when it came to choosing her punishments, and you definitely didnt want to see that side of her any time soon.

her breath catches in her throat, thumb pressing down against your tongue even further. she was close, you were close, it was only a matter of time. your hand trails down the back of her thigh until it met her soaked cunt. a needy whine escapes your lips at the feeling, your thumb circling her pulsing clit.

“fuck! just like that.. fuck.. good job, shit. gonna cum,” her words are slurred and mixed in with the moans that fall freely from her lips. “come on baby, cum with me, yeah?” you nod, words unable to fall from your lips. partly because of her heavy thumb on your tongue, and partly because you’re too drunk on fucking river to form them.

river’s orgasm washes over her, loud moans leaving her lips. yours follows, your hips stuttering to a stop, bottom out inside of her. moans fall from both of your lips, her thumb falling from your mouth. you pant against her skin, slumped over as your orgasm washes through you. you let go of her legs and they wrap around your waist.

“one more, yeah? know you wanna fuck me again, baby,” she mumbles, rolling her hips into the strap. a deep groan escapes your lips as your press open mouthed kisses against her skin.

“yeah, wanna make you feel good,” you mumble, trying your best to roll your hips into hers. her fingers tangle inside of your hair, lightly scratching your scalp.

“unless my baby’s too tired for another round. ts’ okay baby,” she coos, tugging your hair lightly. “we don’t gotta go again,” you whine against her skin. you want to go again, you want to bring her pleasure, but you cant pick yourself up, can’t even form proper words. she hums as you lay your face down against her chest, skin against skin. “too tired, hmm?” the words a gentle, her legs unwrapping themselves from your waist. “ts’ okay. we can just lay here for a bit,” she mumbles, rubbing your tense shoulders. you hum, tracing different patterns on her hip. it didnt matter how mean river could get, she always knew your boundaries, always knew when to stop.

[little-diable]

Kinktober Day 22 - Tom Riddle

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🩶 Day 22 🩶 BDSM

Warnings: 18+, oral (m), bondage, choking, blindfolding, pain kink, Tom being Tom

Tom Riddle x fem!reader (900 words)

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“But I want to see you.” Her quiet words filled the room, forcing a dark, raspy chuckle out of the man who towered over her, naked upper body on full display. (Y/n) was kneeling for him, completely naked, with her wrists tied to her ankles. He tightened his grip on the blindfold he was holding, only shaking his head before he covered her eyes with the silky fabric. 

“You know the rules, you don’t get to speak, you don’t get to make any orders, you’re here for my pleasure, that’s all you’ll ever be, my toy, mine.” The possessiveness lacing the “mine” rolling off Tom’s tongue made her walls clench around nothing, keeping her mouth shut. (Y/n) had to focus on her senses, on what she could hear, what she could feel, what she could smell. The scent of the candles burning in the room crawled up her nostrils like Death’s own harbinger, knowing that Tom could get rid of her with a snap of his fingers. 

“I have to say, I like you like that, ready for me to use. I should keep you around all day, have you whenever I want you.” A “Yes, please” wanted to leave her, but (y/n) knew better than to speak up, keeping quiet as she listened to Tom undoing his trousers, freeing his cock. Without any warnings leaving the tall man, he forced his cock past her lips, making her gasp in surprise. 

Her hands ached to touch him, fighting against the rope slowly cutting into her soft skin, forcing her to hold still as her tongue got to trace his veins, exploring the skin she knew like the back of her hand. Tom and her had been doing their back and forth for months, finding shelter in the dark shadows others tried to escape from, giving into their longings like pleasure-drunken addicts. 

Tom’s deep moans reverberated through the room, eyes staring down on her kneeling frame, letting his eyes wander over her exposed skin, over the features that were partly hidden by the blindfold, the hair he reached for with his pale hand, guiding the bobbing motion of her head. She was his all, his toy, the one he longed for – a longing he’d never put into words she could understand. 

“Fuck, I should choke you with my cock, make you pass out with your lips still wrapped around me. And yet you’d still want me to fuck you, to stuff you full, wouldn’t you?” (Y/n) could only hum around him, silently cursing him for taking her eyesight, wanting to watch the pleasure tugging on his features, desperate to watch him come undone, all because of her. 

The bobbing motion grew faster with every passing moment, guided by Tom’s impatience, forcing her to pick up her speed with his fingertips digging into the soft skin of her scalp. He was marking her up in every way imaginable, his to own, his to use. His cock twitched in her mouth, tip grazing the back of her throat whenever her eagerness took over, letting her tears soak the fabric of the blindfold. 

She was desperate for some friction, wanting to be touched, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t shuffle around on her aching knees, all thanks to the tight rope that forced her to hold still. And yet she’d endure it all for him. (Y/n) could tell that he was close, breaths growing shallow, ripping through him like a spell only Tom could pronounce. 

But before he could cum down her throat, he pulled away, leaving her confused. A shriek clawed through (y/n) as she felt one of his hands around her throat, while the other loosened the rope. Tom manhandled her onto his mattress, keeping her wrists still bound together behind her back, making her hiss in pain as she laid on them. And yet the pain filled her with a sick satisfaction, feeling her arousal seep out of her tightness. It was a sick and twisted game they were playing, but neither of them dared to even think of stopping. 

Tom shuffled around on the bed, hand finding her throat once again, cutting off her airway for a few seconds. With her heart picking up its beat, she felt him rip the blindfold from her eyes, making her blink a few times before she could adjust to the darkness. Without needing him to speak up, (y/n) knew what Tom was about to do, he wanted to paint her skin white, wanted to relieve himself on her naked chest, forcing her to watch.

His pale hands pumped his cock, making both groan in anticipation, watching his cock twitch in his grasp. A moan left Tom as he was pushed over the edge, cum meeting her breasts, staining the body he owned, very well knowing that this wasn't the only way he’d mark her up tonight. She watched him fall apart, watched him give in with her teeth sunk into her lower lip, drawing blood from the thin skin. 

“Don’t think of moving, I am not done with you yet, pet. This was only the beginning.”

[vialovesyou]

𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗬

driving to drew's apartment this late was never ideal, especially since y/n was tired after a long shift having have had to stay longer to help a student land her jumps, which was incredibly hard since the student had two left feet. y/n’s head could have used some advil, and she would have been perfectly happy to stay home and sleep for twelve hours.

but when rudy called her, groaning and saying your boyfriend is wasted and won't shut up about you and you need to come pull him him to bed, she went. it was as simple as that, partially because drew was stubborn when sober and only got worse as the night went on (code for he won't listen to anyone but her )and partly because y/n got a sweet kick out of his clinginess and extra loving.

when y/n finally knocked on the apartment door, the sound of austin sighing finally as he swung open the door doesn't surprise nor offend her. madelyn and madison scurried over, welcoming her with hugs and jokes about how sorry they were that they had to call her while chase and rudy tend to the drunken blonde.

" it's alright " y/n reassured. " i don't mind "

the tv was on playing a re-run off star wars, as beer cans and empty solo cups littered the table. pink floyds's dark side of the moon played from a speaker nearby as monica approached. drew was reclined back on the ground, an arm thrown over his eyes while his other tapped along to the song. monica crouched down next to him and could hear him humming the tune.

jd stood behind y/n, feeling a little helpless " he's been talking about you nonstop since he got, like, three shots deep "

" and as much as we love you guys together " madelyn added, leaning into chase's side. " he doesn't listen very well once he gets started "

y/n shot them a smile over her shoulder before speaking. " it's okay, i get it. you guys can go if you want, this might take a while " y/n hummed, causing everyone to bid there farewells before they left since they were exhausted. madelyn, madison, chase and jd all left to their respected apartments while austin and rudy went into their rooms as monica turned her attention back to the troublesome boy. " drew? time for bed "

" i told you to fuck off, madelyn. i just want to see my girl " he grumbles without moving an inch causing y/n’s heart to flutter at the nickname. " your girl? " she questioned, a teasing smile on her face.

" yeah, you know the beautiful one?"

" might ring a bell " she muttured, shifting so her legs were crossed in a basket beside him. " yeah, well, she's the most.... the most beautiful person in the history of... of forever. so get outta here and go flirt with chase or somethin' " he lazily waved her odd, mumbling something she didn't quite hear.

a smile fought it's way onto y/n’s face as she gently placed her hand on the smooth pane of his shoulder. " oh, but i wanted to flirt with you instead. how's that sound, hm? "

drew quickly pushed her touch away, seemingly still not recognising his own girlfriend. " it sounds like my girl is gonna come for you any second now, so watch it blondie. she might be small but fuck me she can be scary " drew slurred his words as he spoke, pulling a laugh from y/n’s lips. she gently took his wrist in her hand to remove his arm from his eyes and pressed a kiss where her fingertips touched him. his eyes stayed closed, as he jutted his chin in the opposite direction in protest.

" drew, baby, i'm not killing anyone any time soon " she spoke, leaning over his chest while running a hand through his hair. he opened one eye, suspicious of her claims but quickly realised it was her , and turned to look at y/n like he'll never get the chance to do it again, his expression swallowed by a smile. " when did you get here, darlin' " he asked, smooching kisses against the girls face causing her to scrunch her nose up.

" oh, just now " she answered, laughter lacing her words. " rudy called me over " she pressed a kiss to his forehead before sitting back up, her hand quickly engulfed by his.

" you should've come sooner " his other hand made it's way to her thigh, smoothing over her skin. " i was waiting for you by myself, and - " he abruptly sat up- " there's something i have to tell you " he whispered, casting a glance to his bedroom door. " it's top secret "

with him this close, y/n could smell the vodka on his breath. " yeah? what is it? " she asked, looping her arms around his neck as he pulled her onto his lap causing her to straddle him. her fingernails scratched at the nape of his neck, to which he instinctively responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing the palms of his hand along her back.

" this is top secret, classified information, sweetheart. you can't just get it for free. everything comes with a price !" he grinned slyly, tugging her closer. knowing drew, she already knew where this was headed but played along anyway " name it, then. i'm sure we can strike a deal somehow " y/n fed into him.

he mulled over his words before speaking " hear me out "

" i'm listening " y/n reassured, shifting her hips so she could sit more comfortably. " you " he pointed at her chest. " give me three -no, five kisses for the info up front" when y/n raised her eyebrows in suspicion, he continued. " and every follow up question is worth another kiss "

[tojigasm]

jake x na’vi reader, dilf jake, heavyyy daddy link (nsfw ofc)

Jake’s been gone a lot and promised reader the entire weekend would be dedicated to them as lately she’s been spending the nights alone because he’s out on days long hunting trips.

Jake misses the entire weekend and comes home to bratty and pouty reader and has to baby her and make it up to her to earn forgiveness.

Love your writing! I have the thought in my head but I know it’ll be 10x better if you write it 😭

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You're so damn spoiled. And partly, Jake knows he only has himself to blame when he comes home to see you splayed out on your pink blankets, tiny fingers circling your clit.

He debates on letting you finish or punishing you, but settles on the latter when you shiver a moan of his voice.

"Can't even wait a couple days, can you?" Jake comments from his place at the entrance to your room.

At the sound of his voice, you're immediately propping your head up to look at him, dropping your jaw in a silent gasp.

Jake tsk's as he makes his way over to you, "you've been naughty," Jake sneers down at your sheepish grin, "think someone needs to be punished, don't you?"

He knows it's what you want. What you need, after being cooped up in the home for a weekend straight without the pleasure he'd promised you before being so rudely ripped away by another hunting trip.

You tear up slightly, nodding at your head into his hand.

Jake cooes at that, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, "oh, I know," hand sinking downwards to grab at your jaw while his other strokes over your cunt gently, "need daddy to fuck you?" He hooks a finger into your heat, "huh, sweetheart? Need daddy to fuck your little pussy?"

The laced heat of his voice sends heat to your core in bursts as you grow weak in his hold, letting him manhandle you to sit on your hands and knees.

He parts your soft thighs, sinking into you. And the stretch is so delicious that your mind numbs at it, letting your body regress into soft cries and mewls.

"Yeahhh," Jake hisses through clenched canines, "that's it, that's a girl," He's so deep inside of you that you press yourself up onto your toes to gain some sort of leverage only to be abruptly pushed down by Jake's hand, forcing you to rest on your forearms – the warning growl he makes is enough to draw your mind back into submission.

Jake moves to place a foot to the ground, angling his cock deeper into you. The heightened pace of his cock makes a hitched cry crawl up your throat. You reach a hand back to press at his thigh, hoping he'll take mercy on the onslaught of pleasure rushing through your body.

But he only grabs at your wrist, pulling your arm back to rest behind you in his hold. "Gonna make daddy fuck the brat outta you?" He snarls from above you, leaning over your back to wrap his free hand around your jaw and you squeal, "can't fuckin' behave for three whole days."

he drops your jaw, letting your head fall between your shoulder blades but quickly places his hand over your forehead, making sure you didn't hit the ground too hard. It's a soft moment of reassurance that comforts you – reminds you that he's there and you're still his good girl at the end of the day. That he loves you.

And just as soon as the moment happens, it disappears just as fast with a yank to your braid, jostling you to hold your head up some. The ache in your neck shoots through your shoulders and you hiss lightly at Jake's hold on you.

"You done being a brat, hon?" And his voice is sickening in its patronization – soft and sweet yet you can hear the laced hiss within it. "Cus' m'gettin real tired it."

You nod as much as his hold on your braid allows, forcing your head to turn back to him with a broken whine. The sight of him sending a shiver through your thighs: disheveled hair and protruding veins that run up along the thick of his striped forearms.

You're quick to apologize for your behavior.

"M'sorry, m'sorry!" You try to shuffle back into him but he catches you by the hip, slapping his hand against the plush of your ass.

"Don't try that shit again," he points a finger at you.

You nod again, teary-eyed and all as you break and shatter beneath his stern gaze.

"M'sorry I was bad, m'sorry!" You cry into the hot air, "Just missed you is all." Bringing your hand up to wipe at your nose gently, "missed you so much," your voice wavers into a tiny mumble.

Jake looks you over, massaging his hand into the raw skin of your ass. And for a second you think he's going to slap you again, maybe even not let you cum if he thinks you've been bad enough. But your string of scrambled thoughts are cut off by a gentle kiss to your temple and a soft stroke to the base of your tail.

"Missed you –"

"Shhh," Jake cooes, pressing your head to the floor softly, amber eyes meeting your soft ones in soft gaze, "Be a good girl n'take what daddy gives you." He kisses at your shoulder, pulling back to press into you again.

[cowgurrrl]

Don't Let This Darkness Fool You

Summary: Joel's journey to sobriety [1.1k]

Author's note: idk how i feel about this

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, ANGST, TW ADDICTION, misuse of drugs and alcohol, mention of Sarah's death and Ellie's time in FEDRA school, chronic pain, symptoms of withdrawal, Joel trying to make peace with his past, happy ending

The first time Joel goes to a meeting, he sits in the back and says nothing. He watches person after person get up and talk at the front of the room like it's the easiest thing in the world. He doesn't move. He can barely breathe in the musty church rec room as he listens to their stories and finds pieces of himself in each. The survivor left to carry on when everyone else died or left; the bereaved parent; the ruthless dealer shaking down clients to make ends meet; the addict.

Joel never felt the need to examine his relationship with substances. He drank and smoked and made bad decisions as a teenager and into young adulthood, which is partly how he became a single parent at twenty-two. After Sarah was born, he didn't have the time or energy to party anymore. Sure, he had a beer or two here, but never anything close to a bender. He always had to wake up for work and make sure Sarah got to school on time. He would just be setting himself up for failure if he drank heavily.

Then Sarah died, and nothing mattered anymore. The FEDRA doctor gave him a bottle of painkillers for the stitches on the side of his head, and he never thought twice about it. At first, it was manageable. A drink here, some pills there. His kid had just died. He was allowed to grieve however he wanted to, or that was his reasoning, at least, when it became harder to get under control. He would go from being fine to the throes of withdrawal and back to the hazy stupor that rendered him incapable of function. It was a cycle. One that Tess and Tommy hated, but he was always sober when they needed him to be, or he tried to be.

That entire year spent with Ellie, he was more scared of what would happen if he did touch the stuff than if he didn't. His objective was no longer how fast he could get his next fix. It was how fast he could get Ellie fed or somewhere safe. When they finally settled in Jackson, he felt like he could relax without the help of a neat whiskey or a handful of menacing white pills. He was good. He kicked his nasty little habit that followed him for decades and cold turkey at that. He was fine. Until the trauma from the previous twelve months finally caught up with him.

His back was permanently fucked up from falling off the horse in Colorado. He got horrible headaches, which were probably the result of one too many hits to the head and neck. His wrist clicked in pain every time he moved it too fast, and he couldn't sleep. The Jackson doctor cautiously prescribed him anti-anxiety medication and painkillers. And goddammit, if those little pills didn't make him feel the tiniest bit better. He could feel the spiral start again but was too scared to voice it or ask for help.

It wasn't until that night when he stumbled home drunk and a little high after a patrol shift and found Ellie doing homework at the dinner table. He slurred an apology, and she eyed him like a dangerous stranger when he sat across from her. They got into a fight. Joel doesn't remember what it was about, but he remembers going to bed feeling stone-cold sober even though the alcohol was still thrumming through his veins. In the morning, Ellie admitted that she hated when he drank because it reminded her of the FEDRA soldiers loudly coming home from QZ bars. Drunk men with authority and weapons are enough to scare anyone, let alone a little girl. Joel promised her it would never happen again, and he fully intended to keep his promise, but he'd be lying if he said it was easy to quit.

His hands shook in pain for the first few days, and he constantly felt sick. He was sweaty and irritable and uncomfortable. It didn't help that the other patrolmen would ask him to join them for a drink after patrols. He almost folded once. He was almost over the threshold of the Tipsy Bison before he doubled back and ended up at Tommy's door, crumpling in on himself from pain and withdrawal. It was Tommy who mentioned something about the drug addict's anonymous support group. "I'll even come with ya." His brother offered as he rubbed his back like Joel was a fussy infant instead of a grown man.

So, that's how Joel found himself white-knuckling his way through a DAA meeting with Tommy at his side. Tommy assured him that everything said in the meeting was privileged and couldn't leave the church doors. Joel was safe to say anything, and he would receive support. Still, he was so scared. He just sat and watched. It would take two more months of tears, sleepless nights, and fighting temptation before he found the strength to walk down to the front of the room.

"Hi, my name's Joel and… I'm, uh," he stumbled. "I'm an addict." He shared the bits of his story he felt comfortable sharing, but his hands wrung nervously the whole time. He was waiting for the room to turn on him or for the world to end (again), but it didn't. He said the worst things about himself and everything was… fine. "I just… wanna do better for my," he breathed deeply. "For my Ellie." He awkwardly thanked the group and moved to sit back down when the group leader, a kind-looking woman named Shawna, stopped him.

"How long have you been sober, Joel?" She asked softly, and he cleared his throat.

"'Bout four months, ma'am." He said, and she quickly turned to grab something out of her bag. Before he could ask what she was looking for, she pressed a dented circle into his hand and smiled.

"Now, it ain't as pretty as the ones back in the day, but you should be just as proud." She said before encouraging the group to applaud Joel. He felt silly receiving the praise, but when he sat back down, he couldn't ignore how much better he felt.

He didn't look at what Shawna gave him until after the meeting. He thought it was a personal thing he should see only when alone. He waited until his boots were off and he was comfortable on the couch before fishing the wonky thing out of his pocket and looking at it. It was obviously made from scrap pieces of metal, and the engraving was all wrong, but the words "4 months sober" still made him beam with pride. Joel stared at it for a few minutes before walking upstairs to Ellie's empty room and scribbling a note on her desk.

When Ellie gets home from studying with Dina and Jesse, she finds the coin on her desk beside a note in Joel's blocky handwriting. It reads, "Every single one is for you. It's all for you."