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strawberrymatchawhore · 11 months ago

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toxic bf! rafe cameron x reader

"running away is easy, its the leaving thats hard."

summary- the camerons are in charge of the annual new years party this year, you along other kooks as well as the camerons distant family are invited to the estate to celebrate. you unknowingly strike up a conversation with one of rafes cousins whom he has always been in competition with since childhood, eventually having to deal with the consequences of your jealous boyfriend

warning/s- abusive relationship, slapping, degrading, choking, toxic ass relationship, mean rafe, reader is a crybaby, nutting inside as punishment, barely any aftercare, NON/DUBCON (reader lets him fuck to make him less pissed off) IF ANY OF THIS MAKES U UNCOMFY PLS DONT READ <3, etc.. im backkk pls enjoy and comment as well as repost apologies for being gone for so long lolsies 🙁

3 years ago you never would have pictured yourself where you are today, living in one of the finest estates of the island and dating one of the most popular and sought after members of this community. nor have you ever pictured yourself being in a a relationship where everyday was like stepping on eggshells and yet you never felt the urge to leave. you loved him too much to do so.

putting on silver dangly earrings as the final touch to your new years look, you turn to your boyfriend for approval. only to be met with a disgusted look on his face.

"why are you dressed like that"

"i thought you liked it? you bought it for me last week." you argued, folding your arms.

"yeah but i didn't think you'd wear it to a family event, i mean come on baby you look like a hooker." he pointed at the figure forming dress, your eyebrows furrowed. the dress was a maxi dress and the only thing revealing was the slight cleavage.

"never mind i'll just change" you exhale and quickly turn away to avoid starting an argument, but he grabs your arm and ushers for you to stay.

"you know what, lets go. we're already late." he leaves the room and you silently follow behind him.

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you and rafe walk through the door with your arm around his bicep, immediately you felt out of place. no one you knew were here and it was just random rich people. you felt your breathing begin to hitch and it continues to grow as you continue your walk into the kitchen to get drinks.

"i'll be back, stay right here." rafe orders and grabs a beer, leaving you to your thoughts.

"hey" a voice interrupted. you look up and see a tall brunette, someone you've never seen in this small island.

"uhm.. hi" you awkwardly respond back, giving a small smile which he returns.

"sorry did i interrupt? i saw you were by yourself so i thought maybe i should come and chat with you for a bit.. not that im calling you lonely. i mea- shit. im adrian by the way." he rambles and you cant help but laugh and slyly look around for your boyfriend. you know know how he gets when you talk to guys, and this guy seemed awfully familiar.

"no no, youre good. please. i was hoping someone would talk to me, everyones so intimidating here." you took another sip of your drink and lean against the marbled counter. who was this guy?

"i know right?! i thought my cousin was going to show up and greet me to everybody but i guess he's too good for that." he joked

"wow he seems like a handfu-" barely getting the response out, you instantly feel someone luring over you and harshly put their hand on your shoulder.

"what are you doing" you hear your boyfriends harsh voice whisper in your ear.

"oh hey man whats up" adrian says, they dap each other up but you could feel the tention behind it.

"i see youve met my girlfriend." rafes hand grabs your waist, massaging it. his fingers dig into your waist.

"i did, shes been a great chat." adrian responded, your jaw clenches and you bite your tongue. you feel your anxiety come back as you know youre about to dig your own grave.

"yeah she is huh. its getting kinda late though. i think we're gonna head out." before even hearing what adrian was going to say, rafe grabs your hand and starts to drag you outside.

"rafe what are you doing??? we just got here." you struggle to catch up with his long angry strides.

"do you think i give a fuck." you release yourself from his grip but he ends up pushing you up against his truck.

"i don-" his hand squeezes your throat, blocking your airways. it was 11 pm and everybody was inside, no one was seeing this.

"tell me. does it look like it?" he seethes, pushing you harder into the truck. you felt your tears start to form when his yelling is followed by his intense eye contact with you.

"no right? so get the fuck in the car." he opens the passenger seat and shoved you inside, slamming the door. rafe then gets into his seat and speeds off. you could tell by the silence and the way he was gripping the steering wheel that you were fucked.

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rafe pulls up to the driveway and practically drags you inside, you were too scared to speak up. frightened at how much worst that would make his next moves be. pushing you into the guest bedroom he starts to speak up.

"why are you such a slut, i cant even leave you alone for 5 minutes without you trying to hop on my cousins dick." he scolds you, your body sits at the end of the bed in shame. hunching to make yourself smaller, mentally preparing yourself when you see him taking off his clothes.

"take this shit off." he grabs you and tugs on your dress. but you didnt hear him, you were too busy disassociating yourself away from him and this suffocating ass room.

"what'd i fucking say?" rafe slaps you and instead of giving you the time to take off the dress, he rips it and pins you by the wrists to the bed. he glares down at you before leaning down your neck and inhaling your scent and leaving dark bruises behind.

"i was thinking about fucking you real nice and slow tonight. but after you decided to act like a whore, i'm gonna treat you like one. how's that sound baby." he mocks you and caresses you clothed pussy before pulling them off your legs.

"rafe.." you whine when he uses his buff arms to spread your legs as much as they could go. you start to hyperventilate from his threat, and cover your face so you don't have to watch him violate you. his thumb rubs at your clit, and the other hand starts to stroke his cock. the tip showing how angry he truly was.

without a warning your boyfriend slams into your pussy, barley wet and prepped. you weren't adjusted to the size of him.

"ow fuck!" you squealed and immediately tried to seek comfort by grabbing onto rafe's bicep, this only seemed to piss him off more and he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

"you're not allowed to touch me. just lay there and be a good fuck toy for me to use." he gives your ass a hard before forcing his way back into you, the burn and lack of proper lubrication makes you shoot up again but he didn't let you move an inch. this sort of roughness was familiar, yet every time it never fails to terrify you.

"stay the fuck down." his large hand pushes down on the middle of your back, naturally putting you into a face down ass up position. just the way he liked it. your body shakes and trembles in fear when your boyfriends thrusts get harder.

"rafe please it hurts so bad i cant take it" you sobs getting louder, rafe lowers himself closer to you and grabs your throat cutting off your breathing.

"your pussys sucking me right in angel, i think you can." he sneered, your crying and begging seemed to anticipate him even further as he loses all his restraint. you knew you couldn't stop him. its just the way your relationship worked.

he would get mad and then take his anger out on you, and youd let him. why? because you know what he's capable of, the holes displayed throughout your guys bedroom were everyday reminders to not push him too far. but in a way, it made you feel safe and wanted. rafe would do anything to protect you and keep you away from the dangers of the outside world.

"you're starting to get wet shitttt" rafe moaned and releases your throat, both his hands grab onto your hips for leverage as he speeds up his pace hitting the good spots deep inside you. not caring about how there was going to be fingermark bruises later. you hiccup as you try to control the sounds of your crying, using a pillow as comfort while he ruins you from behind.

inevitably your stomach starts to tighten and you feel yourself about to cum, your boyfriend moves one of his hands to your hair and tugs on it. resulting in a moan from you, the other hand moves down to your clit and rubs circles.

"you gonna cum baby? cum on my dick." he orders, he was fucking you so hard and greedily that the sounds of his thrusts and skin colliding were echoing in the room. your body caved into the sensations and you felt yourself fall apart on him.

"thats it squirt all over it, make a fucking mess for me. god you're such a little slut." he coos. the overstimulation of his cock hitting your cervix over and over again made you fucked out to the point of of passing out.

"so fucking tight" his vulgar words fill your ears, he gives your pussy rough slaps and you push against him. you yelped in surprise, eyes widening when you notice that rafes thrusts started to get sloppier.

"no.. no rafe! rafe you cant, we cant!" you protested in between moans, he only laughed in response. trying to push yourself away from him but he easily overpowered you. grabbing both of your arms and pinning them behind your back.

"dont tell me what to do, you did this to yourself." he breathes heavily as he filled you to the brim with him cum, he stayed there for a moment fucking it in as deep as he could before pulling out. enjoying the view of your pretty pussy sucking him right in. your eyes squinted in disgust when you felt his seed slide down your thighs.

rafe got up to clean himself but left you lying on the bed, you definitely werent walk right now and you were so overwhelmed with everything that happened. your conscious couldnt take anymore and your eyes starting tearing up.

"why are you crying." he sat on the edge of the bed and examined your state cluelessly. he scooted closer to you and opened the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning you with it. you both sat in silence until rafe decided to pick you up and make his way to your actual bedroom.

"youre so mean to me.. you know that." you sniffle into his hard chest and draw circles on it with your finger. he doesn't respond but you know he heard it because he gave you a light squeeze before laying you down on the large bed. he takes his place next to you and turns away from you.

you sigh and turn to face his back, engulfing him in a hug. rafe initially tenses up but then relaxed in your arms. slowly you begin to knock out but before you do, you were sure you heard a brief

"im sorry" from rafe.

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sleepynoons · 7 months ago

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alhaitham x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: omegaverse (alpha!alhaitham + omega!reader), heat, knotting, massive massive MASSIVE breeding kink, impregnation kink, size kink, slight sadism/masochism (more masochism if anything), mentions of pain + hurt, marking + biting, fingering, squirting, unintentional edging (receiving), allusions to dubcon + objectification (but none of it actually), slight nipple play, implied marathon sex

notes: sighs,,, idk how i ended up convincing myself to write omegaverse,,, but i really had a lot of fun with this,,, anyway, i love being an alhaitham fucker, and i love it even more when he loses it and can't be his usual put-together self. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

edit: 700+ notes?? y’all :((( i’m v touched and also cracking up lol omegaverse ig checks out - but tyssssm for all the love!! reminders that requests are still open (pls read my rules), and i’d love to have moots/anons!!!!

edit x2: 1,000+ notes... y'all... this is a massive milestone for me to hit - thank you so much for all the love on this lil drabble!! there's no amount of words that can describe how grateful i am, truly.

“ALHAITHAM, FASTER!”

you’re whining, sobbing, desperately begging your lover. anything will do – he can even just lie back and let you bounce up and down on his cock. but you’re only in such a frenzied, lucid state because of your heat. alhaitham, on the other hand, is a few weeks out from his next rut, which means he is able to think about what’s rationally best for you.

you’re infuriated. you need more. you need him to mount onto you, pounding and thrusting into you until you’re screaming for him to stop, and even then, he’ll continue to push you over the edge over and over again until you’re a sticky, fucked out doll. the fire in your belly is burning so passionately, and while you would say something snarky or sarcastic to rile alhaitham up, you can barely carry a thought and can only dig your fingernails into his biceps to convey your impatience.

your lover grunts at the piercing sensation and, through gritted teeth, says, “you just started your heat. rushing through it will only hurt you and lengthen your recovery process.”

you groan at his response, overtly dissatisfied and restless. alhaitham’s response is… it’s just so typical of him. he’s detail-oriented, almost scientific in the way he takes care of you. this isn’t your first heat with him, and he’s learned from prior experiences how to ensure your safety and comfort. in fact, the two of you now follow a procedure to prepare for your heat that consists of: gathering all of your favorite snacks and drinks; washing and prepping all of the pillows, clothes, and blankets you’ll need for your nest; and most importantly, figuring out a polite way of telling kaveh that he’s getting “sexiled.”

but this is overkill, you scream in your head. in missionary, alhaitham is going at a steady pace, but what he doesn’t know and can’t feel is that he’s edging you. he’s fanning the flames of your arousal yet never helping you reach the peak. he’s stimulating you at your most sensitive spots and parts, but it’s not enough for your release. he’s torturing you, and he can’t even tell.

“alhaitham,” you cry out for the nth time. “please, please, please! i can’t take it anymore! i just - i need your cock! i need to cum! please, please, i beg you, i promise you i’ll be fine! alhaitham!”

you’re breaking down into tears. by instinct, your body releases more of your scent, and somewhere beyond your crying, your lover takes a deep inhale.

while alhaitham isn’t in his rut, that doesn’t mean he can’t lose control. he hopes you know that he’s doing his best for you, that he’s holding onto the last shreds of his willpower because, if otherwise, he doesn’t know what will become of you. he’s so much bigger, stronger, sturdier than you are, towering over you in both size and strength. he can be painfully forceful, and inflicting pain upon you is the last thing he wants to do.

but you’re sobbing uncontrollably. you’re defenseless yet pleading him to take you roughly, to break in your pussy with his heavy, leaking cock. you want him to use his force to placate your insatiable heat. you need him to overpower you.

he releases a long, shuddering sigh. he attempts to rationalize, consider the potential repercussions of giving in. but he soon realizes he can’t think. your addicting, heady scent, combined with the beautiful sounds of your moans and whimpers, are rendering his mind empty.

it’s pointless. he growls, “you asked for this.”

one second you’re weeping, and the next all of the air inside you is knocked out by a sudden, harsh thrust from alhaitham. he’s going so fast and hard now, cock head brushing against your womb while his balls and knot slap against your asshole. you feel your toes curl at the feeling of being split apart, and your mouth parts to voice salacious moans.

this is what you wanted. you feel your body relax. you just have to take it, take his fat cock bullying your cunt open, take his harsh bites and teething at your nipples, take his seed until you’re filled to the brim. in your mind, all you can think is, you’re his, you’re alhaitham’s, he wants you. the omega in you croons happily, and you’re every bit as delighted as well.

alhaitham grips onto your wrists tightly as he shoves himself into your tight, sticky walls over and over again. at one point, he flips you over, commanding you to raise your ass up higher. as he holds onto your hips, he watches your ass bounce and jiggle as he pounds into you, and he wants to lick down the beautiful curve of your back. you’re doing your best to stifle your screams because somehow, your lover is reaching even deeper, and the scraping of your breasts against the bedsheets is driving you mad.

then, you feel one of alhaitham’s hands reach down, brushing against the fat of your thighs. it’s inching dangerously close to your throbbing clit, and heat rushes up to your face.

“wait, alhaitham, no –“

your lover pinches your yearning bud, and you scream. wetness gushing everywhere, you’re squirting and creaming, white cum staining your lover’s cock and leaking out of your pussy. your eyes roll back, and you’ve lost all ability to control your body, which is absolutely shaking as alhaitham continue to rub and flick at your clit as he tries to squeeze his knot into your fluttering hole.

“oh, archons! alhaitham! stop! no, no, it’s too much! it can’t fit!”

alhaitham, still teasing and toying with your pussy, leans over and snarls into your ear, “you were just saying you wanted more. now you can’t take it?”

you’re wailing. you feel as if you’re being ripped apart at the seams. but the thought of alhaitham’s knot is just too delicious to pass on, so you don’t complain anymore. you just accept the waves of pain and pleasure that crash over you as alhaitham finally locks his knot inside you and bites down on your neck.

your lover groans loudly, lost in his delirium as well. after a few more shallow grinds, he reaches his own high, and you feel rope after rope of his cum fill you up. alhaitham’s cum is so warm and gooey and thick that you’re drooling and slobbering over the pillows at being filled up so thoroughly – impregnated – with it.

even as he’s still cumming, alhaitham bites on the shell of your ear and commands, “keep up, because i’m not stopping anytime soon.”

you can only whimper and fist the blankets even tighter at his command, bracing yourself for the next round.

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judesprincess · 7 months ago

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NSFW ALPHABET – Jude Bellingham

note: hii babes, how are you? look, this is my first time posting something like this and English is not my first language so i ask you to be kind and ignore any mistake pls

ps: let me know if you like this, kisses 💋

a = aftercare (how they are after sex)

he would definitely be extremely careful and gentle after sex. constantly asking if he hurt you and checking your body; he knows how rough he can be (especially when he is frustrated), so he is quick to take care of you right after you are done having sex. he cleans you up while kissing you tenderly and repeating how good you felt; he always asks if you have cramps from penetration and if you do, he makes a nice warm compress to put on you. he holds you protectively and cuddles you until you fall asleep.

b = body part (his and his partner's favorite part)

he loves every part of your body, but besides that, I feel like he's the kind of man who likes curves, so I feel like he's obsessed with your ass, like he can't stop slapping and squeezing it... he also loves kissing and biting it and the sight of it all red from his slaps drives him crazy... I bet he would love your hips, he just loves holding them while he pounds you from behind

you see, when we talk about his favorite part of him i think that this man is definitely very proud of what he carries between his legs (those celebrations and demonstrations don't tell me otherwise), he just loves how impressed you are every time you see him naked (no matter how many times you've seen him like that) and how much you fight to take him every time... i bet he also loves his biceps, especially when he catches you staring at them shamelessly

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

he definitely loves cumming inside you. for him, there is nothing better than finishing inside you and seeing his cum dripping out; he'd never admit it out loud, but you both knew it was primal, he just loved the idea of claiming you like that and he loved even more the way you trusted him to let him do something so intimate

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly wants to try anal sex with you, but he'll never ask you out loud because he doesn't want to pressure you into doing something just to please him

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let's be honest, that man is a hoe, he's definitely experienced (especially for his age), but i think he had to hold back in the beginning of the relationship to keep up with you, since you weren't experienced (let's ignore the fact that i'm basing this on my lack of experience) and he didn't want to scare you or overwhelm you with the dirty things he wanted to do to you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

to me there are two sides to him, one dirty and naughty and the other gentle and caring; so I think there will be nights when he will put you on all fours and fuck you until you beg for mercy and other nights when he will go in the classic mommy and daddy style and make love to you softly and lovingly while whispering in your ear how beautiful and special you are to him.

g = goofy (are they more serious now? are they funny? etc.)

i think he could be the kind of guy who always wants to make you comfortable and easy, so I think he would make a joke or give you a reassuring smile when he sees you are nervous or tense.

however, of course, there are days when he is not in a good mood and maybe he will be more serious and focused.

h = hair (how well-groomed is it? does the carpet match the curtains?)

honestly, he is very clean and hygienic, but I don't think he shaves; at most, I think he trims it a little (but he's definitely well taken care of)

i = intimacy (how are they at the moment? the romantic aspect)

like I said, for me he has two sides, so it will depend a lot on the occasion and his mood. there will be days when he'll be more naughty and maybe even verbally degrade you, but there will also be days when he'll be soft and nothing but compliments and sweet words will come out of his mouth

i think he likes to set the mood beforehand, even if it's something simple and, even if you say it's old-fashioned, you secretly love how thoughtful he is about it

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he definitely does this, always thinking about you and your body; You are far from each other and have no time for FaceTime and Jude can't stop thinking about the nights of sex he had with you and before he can even think, his hand goes up and down his cock firmly, even though he knows that his hand doesn't even compare to anything you were capable of doing to him. Of course, when you are together, he doesn't even consider touching himself, always wanting you instead.

k = kink (one or more of your kinks)

• size kink: jude definitely has a size kink, he loves how different you are physically (in every way), how short and small you are compared to him; countless times you've caught him comparing the size of your hands and smirking at how small your hand is compared to his. let me tell you, that man definitely loves how different you are down there too, he absolutely loves how tight the fit is whenever he enters you

• praisy kink: that man loves to compliment and be complimented; he just loves saying nice things to you and letting you know how great you're doing. he also loves when you compliment him, when you let him know how good he makes you feel or how big he feels or even how gorgeous he is, it drives him crazy

• innocence kink: i might be crazy, but i think he would love the fact that you have no experience or little; he would simply love the fact that he was your first and had to teach you everything, the idea of molding you to his will would make him dizzy

l = location (favorite places to do the activity)

I think he is a reserved guy and, although he may allow himself to tease you in public sometimes, he always wants to keep his intimate moments away from anyone; the bedroom or any place in his house or yours (as long as they are alone) is perfect for him

m = motivation (what turns them on, keeps them going)

slightly anything; but something about feeling that you need him moves him in an unmatched way and makes him crazy with desire

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turns them off)

definitely nothing that would hurt you; also, i think he would definitely say a big no to sharing you with someone (no matter who it is)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

that man seems like a spectacular pussy eater and he would definitely make you fall apart with those gorgeous lips

but he definitely loves a good blowjob, he just can't get over the image of your lips wrapped around his cock, he definitely loves to fuck your mouth

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

it all depends on his mood. if it’s been a bad day or he’s really horny, he’ll definitely fuck you hard and rough (but always making sure the penetration isn’t hurting you), but on those days when things have gone well, he’ll go in slowly and gently, setting a pace

but I feel like no matter what the pace, he’ll always want to go deep, deep inside you so you can feel him completely

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

while he loves taking all the time in the world with you, he also loves quickies—anything to feel you around him—and will take you anywhere in the house

r = risk (are they willing to experiment? are they risk-takers? etc.)

he absolutely hates the idea of someone catching you in such an intimate moment; it would be the death of him to know that someone saw you as vulnerable and exposed as that must be for his eyes only

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

let's be real, have you ever seen the way that man runs for 90 minutes on the field?? you consider yourself a warrior for trying to keep up with his stamina; no matter how intense it was, there he is, dying to have more of you

t = toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

i don't think he'd be too interested in that, although he wouldn't bug you for having some (although he would secretly be a little jealous); however, if you begged him, i think he might allow himself to use something like a cock ring

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

that man is a tease for sure, he would definitely tease you by blushing around him or being extremely wet and needy for him or even while you were struggling to get him

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's definitely not the kind of guy who's going to be like a dead man while fucking; he'll definitely moan and grunt while mumbling dirty things to you

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jude definitely has a "hero syndrome". he loves being your hero, no matter how silly it is; if you can't open a can or something, he's there to fix it quickly. it can be the most trivial thing, he'll want to fix it for you. he just loves the fact that you depend on him in some way – even though he knows it's lame, he can't help but feel that way – he always wants to be the guy who puts a smile on your face and who makes you feel safe and protected

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

i think we have more than enough content to say that he's huge (and he's definitely thick too); you are absolutely struggling to take it all in

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he is literally never satisfied. he always wants more and more of you and you just love how desired he makes you feel

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will only fall asleep after you, only after he is sure you are completely comfortable and satisfied.

well, i really hope you enjoyed it and feel free to interact with me anonymously (or not), kisses 💋

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine

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evielmostdefinitely · 1 year ago

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Just read Cold Tonight! It was AMAZING pls do a (kinda) part 2 about the time she yelled @ him at the university? I know it was only a small part but I would love a fic about it! Thanks! Your an amazing writer

jealous girl |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: your jealousy leads to you causing a scene at university. coriolanus has to correct you. a/n thank you!! i'm so glad you enjoyed cold tonight and hope you enjoy this!

contains: smut 18+. dom/sub themes (consensual). dark, possessive but in love snow. jealous!reader. manhandling. degrading-ish??? spanking with implements (cane).

Coriolanus knew the flush of his cheeks matched the red of his uniform, that familiar burn searing through his veins. Embarrassment? Fury? He wasn’t entirely sure.

“Can you wait for a moment?” Corio tried to keep his tone light, tracking you without running. It was embarrassing enough, your little tantrum. Storming out of the library in a fit, huffing and puffing petulantly down the stairs. Coriolanus was mortified, biting his tongue to keep it from lashing at you in public, causing an even bigger scene.

“Darling, please,” Corio hissed, chin ducking, avoiding the wandering gazes of passersby. “Please calm down and act rationally.”

“Rationally?” You halted, whipping around with a look so dangerous and threatening, it made him flinch. “You want me to respond rationally to that?” You threw your hand out, a woman possessed, blinded by fury. All education, etiquette casted outward at the glimpse of him in the library. Clemesia’s hand on his arm, leaning in flirtatiously.

“Lower your tone.” Coriolanus hissed, eyes cutting around him. Peers and instructors glancing over at the two of them. Snow and Duke, the couple that already had enough eyes watching, now with even more, putting on a show.

“I told you it wasn’t like that-”

“-Oh, save me the lies, Coriolanus.” You huff, waving your hand dramatically. He flinched at the use of his full name. You never called him that, not unless you were truly furious. “She was all over you.”

“We’re study partners, sweetheart.” Corio gritted, pulling you closer to him, hand squeezing your bicep in warning. “We were just studying.”

“Oh? Then you’ve studied with me in a very similar manner, haven’t you?” You sneered, eyes narrowing in challenge.

Coriolanus wasn’t sure if he could flush any deeper red, burning even more with embarrassment at the alluded comment to your sex life. The girls passing giggled, covering their mouths with their hands, eyes cutting back at the two of you.

“How dare you.” Corio snapped, pulling you roughly into him. He continued his steps towards the door, his hand holding you close even as you struggled. “Can you try and have a little decorum? Some manners? Or have you lost your mind entirely?”

“Have I lost my mind?” You gaped, digging your heels and coming to a complete stop, yanking his grip off your arm. Coriolanus cringed, the few bystanders turning. “You’re asking me if I’ve lost my mind? Have you lost yours?”

Coriolanus hissed your name under his breath, reaching back for you. You smacked his hand away. “Let's go.” He hissed. “You’re causing a scene. You’re embarrassing me.”

“Embarrassing you? I’ll show you embarrassing, Coriolanus Snow, because you have embarrassed me!” Your voice rang through the tall ceiling, bouncing off the marbled floors. The building seemed to settle into complete silence, and Corio thought he might pass out from pure embarrassment.

Your eyes were wild, furious, chest heaving with rage. Corio knew the Peacekeepers outside wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, not without your father having each of them tortured. Still, Coriolanus grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the building, head tucked in shame at the snickering laughter that floated out after him.

***

“You embarrassed me-”

“-I embarrassed you? You embarrassed me, you bastard!” You roared over him, pacing in the small living room of your penthouse.

“I told you we are just study partners!” Coriolanus roared back, teeth bared in a nearly animalistic way. The embarrassment had fizzled into fury.

“Oh, it really looked like study partners.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “She was all over you! What if I did that, hm?”

“Stop it.” Corio growled.

“What if I went out with my ‘study partner’ and let him touch all over me, or touched all over him? What would you think then?” You sneered, challengingly. “It would be alright, right? Because we’re just study partners, so he can touch me anyway he wants-”

Coriolanus felt it coming, the snap. His composure busting, nerves fried, and sanity on the brink of dissolve. His hands found your shoulders, pinning you roughly against the couch, hovering over top of you with a wild-eyed glare that had you gasping in surprise.

“If you ever let another man touch you, I would cut his fucking hands off on the steps of the Capitol Building for everyone to see.” Corio hissed, eyes dark, teeth gritted.

You gaped, heart hammering in surprise, maybe fear. “And don’t you ever accuse me of looking at someone else, do you hear me? Don’t you dare speak so lowly of me. Disrespect me in that way. Insulting me, thinking I’d ever give a damn about Clemensia.” Corio spat, face twisting in a soured expression.

You shuddered, your own eyes wide watching him, still under his pinned grip. “I have and only will love you. My heart belongs to you, my soul belongs to you. You have every piece of me, and you dare insinuate I would give a part of me to someone else? There’s nothing left to give even if I wanted to. You have it all.”

Your lip wobbled, tears brimming your vision at the passion of his words. Your own anger and frustration dwindling, squirming under the bruising grip of his fingertips in your shoulders. “And to ever think I would entertain the thought of someone else.” Coriolanus' nose snarled in disgust. “To cause a scene like that? Embarrass me and yourself over your own blind jealousy? Over your own insecurities? Throwing a fit like a child.”

Your lip wobbled, cheeks flushing furiously with embarrassment at your actions, suddenly very aware of how public they were.

“I won’t stand for it.” Coriolanus shook his head firmly.

“Corio,” You whisper, words strangled in your throat, nose burning with tears of embarrassment. “I-I just-”

“-Don’t you dare try to excuse your actions.” Corio snapped fiercely, but his grip loosened. “You embarrassed me.”

Your eyes casted downwards, looking at the rose pinned to his shirt. You couldn’t meet his eyes, not when they chastised you, made you feel so small.

“I should take you back there. Punish you in front of everyone so they know I’m not weak.” Coriolanus sneered. “So they know that I don’t allow my girl to act in such an ill mannered way. So hysterical and crazed, you should be ashamed.”

Your lip wobbled, swallowing the thick tears building in your throat. “I’m sorry, Corio. I just-I thought you-”

“-You should know better.” Coriolanus shook his head, releasing you from his grip, sitting back so he hovered over you. “I’ve taught you better than this. I know I have.”

Your spine tingled with an icy chill, the lingering threat in his tone, lips set in a displeased snarl. “I thought you were finally learning. Finally better. Clearly, you still need to learn.”

“No,” It sounded far too whiny for your own liking, further proving Corio’s point. “Corio, I’ve learned, I swear. I just- I just lost my temper when I saw her touching you-”

“-I’ve had enough of the excuses.” Coriolanus snapped, hand wrapping back around your bicep, pulling you into the small study. It was your apartment, but the study was Corio’s. You had it converted for when he stayed over and needed to do school work for University.

It also harbored all his favorite torturous toys for your thrilling sex life.

Corio pulled you over the mahogany desk, flipping your skirt up like a naughty school girl. His cock throbbed at the sight, your bottom raised and presented for him. He knew you’d be upset, already sniffling and pouty, which is exactly why he pulled out the cane.

“I want you to remember this lesson,” Corio’s voice was commanding, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up before he stood behind you. You gasped, writing away when he tapped the cane gently against the skin of your ass, one hand anchoring your back into place.

“The next time you think of behaving so inappropriately.” Corio looked at you through the mirror, holding your gaze. “The next time you forget your place in my life.” The cane cut through the air with a ominous swish, landing on cheeks, etching a thin line over the two globes.

The caning Coriolanus gave you was brief but brutal. Ten strokes, raised onto your skin, leaving you sniffling and sobbing over the desk, a pool of tears pathetically beneath your chin. Corio spent the night babying you, after rutting into you, grunts and whispers of his own affections pressed into your tear soaked cheeks.

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writtenbyan-aries · 8 months ago

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Do more drunk Colby x reader smutd

Or like exs drunk hate sex at a party type shit pls pls pls

WARNINGS: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, mentions of alcohol, drunk actions, drunk unprotected sex, possible CHEATING (Colby brings a date but fucks the reader), asshole!colby, toxic relationship/situationship, creampie, dominant!Colby, like real dominant, choking, hair pulling, degrading, praising, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, angsty? filth

Word Count: 3.3k | unedited

“You know Colby’s going to be there, right?” Jillian says, “Jake said they’re all riding together and..” She pauses and you look up at her, “Colby’s taking a girl, isn’t he.”

She nods and you roll your eyes, “Of course he is.”

“Jake wanted me to warn you, he knows how.. volatile you two are.” She laughs slightly and you look over at her, “I think, after tonight.” You shrug, “This time is the last.”

She tilts her head more, giving you a look, “You’re not going to fuck him are you?”

You shrug, “I know I shouldn’t, but..” you bite your lip as you smirk, “You know he can’t stay away from me.”

“Just like you can’t stay away from him.” Jillian mumbles as she stands up and you smirk at her, “It’s Colby.”

“It’s Colby.” She mocks you, “When are you going to realize that Colby is an asshole.”

“He’s not always an asshole.” You argue and she snaps, shaking her head, “Um, no. None of that. You’re going there to break everything off with Colby, y/n. You have a mission.”

You knew that as soon as you physically seen Colby holding onto another girl like he used to you, you were going to get pissed.

Colby was yours.

“Yeah. Yeah, a mission.”

——

As soon as you walk in, you go find the drink spot, each pouring yourselves a few shots before making a drink to go mingle.

You were on a mission to find your friend, basically to wish them a happy birthday, but along the way, you spot Colby for the very first time.

His around wrapped loosely around a brunettes waist. He was talking to Sam, so he didn’t notice you, but the girl did - straightening up and clinging to Colby like she owns him.

You roll your eyes, laughing as you disappear into the crowd with Jillian. You end up finding Jake a few others.

“Holy shit. Look who left the house for once.” Jake says as he reaches out, taking your hand to spin your around.

“That dress is fucking hot, y/n. Where did you get it?” Tara asks running her fingers over the sparky silver fabric, “I need one of these.”

“Online. I’ll send it to you later. Remind me!” You look at Sam and smirk, “Hi Sam.” He smirks, eyes going up and down your body before he leans in, “Colby already hates that you wore that.”

“He told you?” You tilt your head, looking over at him slightly and he shakes his head, “The girl he’s with told him she seen you and he seen you just as you walked away. Could tell by the look on his face.”

“Well with the way our last fight went, I hope it bugs him bad.” You laugh slightly as you bring your cup to your lips, “Who’s the girl?”

Sam laughs, shaking his head, “No one that’ll be around long.”

You finish your drink, giving him a nod, “I’m gonna go get more to drink.” You look around, “Fuck, where did she go?”

Sam shrugs, “Want me to go with you?”

“Nah, I’ll find you later.” You smile at him and walk through the crowd. You’re constantly on the lookout for Colby.

You just couldn’t help it.

As you make your way up and set your cup down, your breath hitches in your throat as your bicep is grabbed and you’re turned away from the counter, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You slowly turn the rest of the way around, letting out a sigh as your eyes meet the blue ones of your ex, but they weren’t welcoming, just like yours.

They were heated with anger, just like you knew they’d be.

“I’m attending a friend’s party.” You tilt your head, brows raising as your eyes move down his body, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He scoffs, shaking his head, “Please, you barely know-“

“Mm. I’m going to have to stop you right there because one, I’m not doing this sober, and two, I’m not doing this here.”

You fill the rest of your cup up and go to walk away but Colby grabs your wrist, pulling you into him, “Sober or drunk. It’s always you.”

You clench your jaw, “If I mean so fucking much to you, why are you hanging onto another girl when we literally left each other last week?”

He smirks, “Aw, is my little princess jealous?”

“I’m not doing this here.” You turn to walk away but you’re stopped, “Then we can do this somewhere else. Where would you like to go?”

“Away from you.” You pull your arm and manage to walk away from him, eyeing a guy in the crowd you knew would get Colby’s blood pumping.

You were going to end things, but why not have a little fun first, right?

You walk up to the guy, a smile on your face and he immediately invites you to dance with him. His hands on your hips as he pulls you into grind on his crotch to the beat of the song playing.

“You’re pretty hot.” The guy says into your ear, which causes you to smile. You turn around, arms going around his neck as his thigh pushes between yours.

He glances down, hand still holding your hip as you continue to dance, “You here with someone?” You feel your mood shift, Colby was watching you.

You shake your head as you spin back around, eyes landing on Colby’s as the girl he brought with chats with others behind him.

He nods his head towards the steps and you bite your lip, shaking your head. He tilts his head and you tilt yours, still dancing with the guy behind you.

“Now.” Colby mouths and you roll your eyes, pulling away from the guy, “Gotta pee.” You shrug and walk away from him before he can say anything else.

You walk up the steps, looking for Colby and you stop as a door opens, “Come here.”

You swallow before turning to walk into the room. It was a lot more quiet than downstairs.

Tense, too.

“What the fuck was that?” Colby asks as he slams the door, “You think you can just-“

“Just what? Colby? Please, tell me, but before you do. I would love to remind you just how fucking stupid and hypocritical you’re going to sound if you do.”

He cocks his jaw, letting out a quiet scoff, “You need dick that bad, you’re willing to go into a crowd at a random party and seduce the first guy that gave you attention?”

“No.” You shake your head, “I did that so I could finally get you alone.” You rush towards him, hands on his neck and his hands move to your waist, lips moving with yours as you back him up towards the bed.

He sits down, pulling you down with him, “Why didn’t you just say so baby?”

“Because I know I shouldn’t.” You kiss down his neck, groaning as you stand up, turning away from him as you slightly yell, “Fuck, Colby. Haven’t you taken enough from me?”

He sits up, “Can’t you just shut the fuck up for five minutes!?”

You laugh, “God, I can’t even be fucking happy for no more than a week because they always know I can’t stay away from you.” You walk back over, straddling his lap. He looks up at you, hands on your hips as his lips brush against yours, “What do you need, baby?”

Your voice cracks, “I need to stay away from you.”

“But what do you want?” He plants little kisses on your neck and you moan out quietly, “I want you so fucking bad.”

You grind your hips down into his, lips crashing into his, “Please Colby, I’m taking this as the last time we’ll do this.”

“You know that won’t happen.” He flips you over, reaching down to pull up your dress, “You’re addicted to me..” he slips his fingers inside of your soaked panties and rubs up along your folds, “Just like I am to you.”

You gasp as his fingers push into you, curling and thrusting immediately, “Fuck, does being a fucking bratty little whore turn you in this much?”

You nod, moaning out loudly as you roll your hips towards his hand, “Colby.”

“Answer my question.”

“Fuck.” You moan, snapping your head up, “Ye-yes.”

“Yes what?” Colby pauses his thrusts, “I can wait.”

“You’re such a dick.” You roll your eyes, legging out a whine. He smirks, “Yeah, yeah. You’ve told me before.”

He slowly pushes his fingers in and out, “If you want more, tell me.” You let out a groan, “Yes, Colby. Being a bratty little whore turns me on.”

He reaches up, wrapping his hand around your throat, “If you want dicked down, I suggest dropping the bratty attitude right fucking now.” He tightens his hand and you smirk, “But daddy, that’s no fun.”

“Don’t cum.” He shakes his head, releasing his grip on your throat, “I don’t even know if I’ll let you.”

You whimper at his words and gasp, spreading your legs further apart as you feel Colby slip in a third finger.

“Fuck.” You moan out, back arching as you feel your cunt stretch around his fingers with each glide, “F-fuckfuckfuck.”

“You’re such a whore, wearing this dress that covers what, exactly?” Colby scoffs, “Dancing with my friend, you know you’re mine.”

“Am I though?” You bite down on your lip, focusing on not wanting to cum, “Because that pretty brunette downstairs might have an issue with that.”

“She means nothing to me.” He leans down, kissing your inner thighs. You roll your eyes back as you feel his lips press down onto your clit, “Then why come with her?”

His tongue laps at your clit, earning moans and whimpers as your hand moves down to grip his hair, “Fuck, fuck.”

You tilt your head back, snapping it back up when he pulls away from you, standing up to take off his clothes, “Roll over.”

You turn over onto your stomach, glancing back at him as he pushes his jeans down his thighs, “Ass up, c’mon baby. You should know this.”

You let out a sigh as you raise your ass into the air, your knees pressing into the mattress below you. You wince, letting out a slight cry as Colby delivers a hard slap to your asscheek.

“Roll your eyes one more fucking time and I’m leaving this fucking room.” Colby moves behind you, pulling your hips back with one hand as he strokes his cock with the other, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Mine.” You smirk at your comment but it’s quickly taken away when your ass is smacked again, “Such a fuckin brat, tonight. Fuck. Can’t go a week without my cock can you, baby?”

You moan loudly as he slides his cock into you fully, not giving your time to adjust before he pulls out and quickly falls into a fast rhythm.

He reaches down, grabbing your wrist to bring back to pin against your lower back, doing the same with the other.

He uses your wrists as leverage, pulling you back to meet his thrusts and you cry out with pleasure each time.

He leans down, lips close to your ear as his hand moves to grip your throat, “Your pussy is the only pussy my cock goes in.” He presses a kiss to your neck right behind your ear, “In case you were wondering.”

You scoff, “Are you sure about that?”

“You want me to get Sam up here? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing you bent over like this.” Colby chuckles, and your face feels like it’s right in front of a fire, “N-no, why would- why would you do that?”

Colby pulls out, rolling you over into your back, “Because.” He says as he lifts your left leg, placing your ankle in his shoulder as he straddles your other leg, “I already know that no other pussy would even come close to feeling like yours.”

He pushes his cock in, his arms wrapping around the leg that’s pressed against his chest. You moan out, twisting your body as his cock rubs against your clit with each thrusts, “F-fuck. Colby please, let me cum!”

“Whose pussy does this belong to?” He asks, groaning out as he tilts he head to the side, “Huh, princess?”

“Whose dick does this belong to?” You raise your brows, gasping out as you feel so close to your desperate release.

He reaches down, gripping your chin as his thumb hooks over your teeth, “You know it’s yours.”

You nod, “Then fucking act like it is.”

Colby’s hand goes to your throat and he leans down as far as he can until your whimper from the strain in your leg, “Ooh, gettin’ mouthy now are we? That’s a way to be left high and dry until we get home, baby.”

“Who said I’m going home with you?” You moan out as he slowly pushes his cock all the way in as his hand tightens around your throat.

His voice is low, “You did the second you decided to put this slutty little dress on and walk out of your house.”

You bite your lip, your walls squeezing his cock desperately as you end your blurting out, “Yours. It’s yours, daddy. I’m yours! Please, please, please let me cum, I promise I-I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be good huh?” He leans up, flipping over so you’re on top, “Get off yourself.”

He raises his brows as you stare at him, “Or we can be done for now? Your choice, Princess.” You waste no time, bouncing your hips up and down, your nails leaving crescent shaped divots on his chest.

“That’s it. Just like that.” Colby breathes out as he watches you ride his cock, “Such a good little dickriding whore.”

He reaches up, gently giving your cheek a tap, “How close are you, baby?”

“so fucking close.” You whine out, “Fuck, fuck.” You lean down, lips connecting to his and his hands slide down your back, gripping your hips to keep them moving, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, keep going baby.”

You kiss down his neck, earning more moans from him as you suck marks into his skin, not even caring that they won’t be able to he covered with his shirt.

“Claiming what’s yours, huh?” Colby smirks as pulls you in by the neck to kiss you. He swallows your moans, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your hip as his thrusts sloppily thrust upward.

“I’m gonna cum deep in that pussy.” Colby mumbles as he kisses down your neck, “Fucking put a baby inside of you, my baby. So everyone knows your mine.”

You moan, moving your hips faster, “Fuck, m’so close.” He wraps his arms around your body, his hips taking over as he thrusts up into you, “cum for me, mamas. I got you.”

You feel yourself melt into him, coming undone in his gasp as his cock twitches inside of you. You lay your head down on his shoulder, moaning into his neck as your pussy pulsates around his cock as you come down from your high.

It always feels better when you shouldn’t be doing it.

He reaches up, stroking your hair with his hand, “I love you.”

You stay silent, everything hitting you all at once, “I love you, but l-“ you go to get up, fixing your underwear as you look around for the heels you kicked off in the process.

“Y/n.” Colby stands up, dressing himself, “I want us to work.”

“I want that more than anything, Colby.” You look up at him, quickly looking away when you feel your eyes start to burn, “Maybe if we just.. went another way.. i wouldn’t regret the decisions that I’ve made.”

“What decisions do you regret, y/n?” Colby steps towards you and you shake your head, “I’m so ready to let you go, I told Jillian that time is the last, and I-“

You take a deep breath, cutting Colby off before he can speak, “I don’t want to spend another day looking for someone to fill the spot I know they can’t replace.”

“My spot, you mean?” Colby tilts his head, “I don’t..” he looks down and you speak up, “We argue. Im left crying while by the next day it’s like you don’t even miss me.”

Colby stares at you and you shrug, “Maybe we were just built to fall apart..”

He shakes his head, “We can work on it. I used to say I’m broke and nothing can fix me, but that was until I met you.”

You shake your head, “You were literally screaming at me to shut up before I fucked you and now you’re practically on your knees begging for me, I don’t know if I can believe that you truly want me, Colby. You’re so wishy washy with it. We fight. Over stupid shit.”

Colby shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything.

Him not saying anything sets you off, “Alright. So since you don’t want to continue this conversation.” You pull your dress down, sitting down to put your heels on, “As soon as I put these on, I’m walking out and we’re done.”

“Just like that?”

You look forward then at Colby, “Mm, yeah. Pretty much. I’m not going to keep wasting my time and energy on someone who isn’t going to give me what I want.”

“What do you want?” Colby walks over, getting down on his knees, “Y/n, I’m telling you. It wasn’t until I seen you with another dude that I didn’t know how serious we were.”

“Colby.” You stand up, going to walk away but Colby grabs your waist, “Y/n. Baby please.”

“it’s too late now, there’s literally in now point in screaming and arguing anymore. We don’t work, Colby.”

“We can make it work, we can work on us. Together.” He stands up and cups your cheeks, “Please. You’re who I want to be with. Fight with. Argue with.”

You shake your head, “Colby. This is the last time. We’ve tried countless of times, I can’t go through anymore heartbreak.”

You pull away and stop when Colby speaks, “What are you going to do if that test is positive in a month or so?”

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath, “What do you want from me Colby?” You shrug, “I just want to go home.”

“We can go home.”

You shake your head, “No, Colby. With Jillian, who I came with.”

“Please, give me one more chance, I promise no more games. No more girls to make your jealous.” Colby’s words make you smirk slightly, but you shake your head, “I need time, Colby. I just- this shouldn’t have happened.”

“But you know it’ll happen again, and again.”

You knew he was right, you knew that this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. After a few days of him not giving up, just like he said he wouldn’t, you agreed to give him one last chance.

You kept it a secret, basically saving another possible heartache from being your friend’s problem.

But that quickly back fired when you had no other choice but to answer the question Colby asked you.

“What are you going to do if that test is positive in a month or so?”

——

Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you thought of it! 🖤 I love you all so much!

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euphorajeon · 1 year ago

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oh, the joy of having jeon jeongguk as a boyfriend | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, slight smut | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 0.8k

— warnings: sleeveless jk, suggestive themes, usual boxer!jk and his gf shenanigans hahaha

— summary: you just want one bite.

— author's note: pls tell me im not the only one heavily affected by his vogue photoshoots D:

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

“Just one, please?”

You’ve been at this for the past fifteen minutes. The first five you spent leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth on your cheek from the skin-on-skin contact. He was still unaware of your intentions, thinking it was just a silent gesture to initiate physical touch. He’d put his arm around you then, squeezing you further into his side.

The second five minutes you spent tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers. You paid special attention to your favorites—the tiger lily, the Winners Never Quit wording, and the recently-discovered moon on his shoulder (which you recolored with your own mouth some weeks ago)—and gripped his arm a bit tighter when you got to his bicep. The black tank top he’s wearing gives you too much of an easy access that you didn’t realize when you start squeezing your boyfriend’s bicep repeatedly like it’s your own personal stress ball.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s question triggered your next course of action, which you have been doing for the last one-third portion of the aforementioned fifteen minutes.

“Can I bite your arm?” was your opening line. When he blinks blankly, you continue with a paraphrased question, though it doesn’t really cease Jeongguk’s confusion: “Just one bite, please?”

“Why would you wanna bite my arm?” The puzzled look on Jeongguk’s face deepens, his thick eyebrows furrowing and scrunching up his face. A sliver of recognition flashes across his eyes as he squints at you in suspicion. “Are you horny again?”

“No, no.” You’re quick to deny. “It’s just—“ You give the bicep in your grasp yet another squeeze, watching, fascinated, as the skin bounces firmly in your hand. “—so … big, so sexy, so … delicious.” There’s a giant drooling emoji in your head right now and Jeongguk can only stare in part amusement and part confusion at his entranced girlfriend.

“Please, one bite?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes jump from your pleading eyes to your pouting lips, a tiny smile playing at the edge of his lips. The double piercing on the right side of his bottom lip taunts you, almost making you swerve to a whole new part of Jeongguk’s body to have between your lips and teeth. Oh, the joy of having a hot boyfriend.

“Okay.”

“Okay??”

“Okay, you can have one bite of my arm.”

You have your mouth on his arm not even a second after Jeongguk finishes his sentence. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, you’re careful to apply only a little pressure at the beginning before gradually adding more until you see Jeongguk grimacing from the corner of your eye. It’s his fault, though, for only giving you one bite of this big, sexy, and delicious inked arm. You’re just making the best use of the opportunity you were given.

In the seconds you spend attached to his arm, you think, why stop here? You could be doing so much more to this arm than just giving it a bite mark. So, with that in mind, you start to suck. The hiss Jeongguk lets out in surprise flashes something hot in your belly that you promptly ignore to continue your assault on his arm.

“I guess it’s kinda my fault, huh?” Jeongguk hums, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. The gesture seems sweet, innocent even, but the way he grips your nape after is anything but. “Always flaunting my tattoos, flexing my arms … even giving you surprise kisses. I wanted your attention and got more than what I asked for.” You pretend not to be affected by his words, now licking at the angry-red skin beneath the black ink. Jeongguk doesn’t need to know how much this is turning you on.

“I didn’t say anything about giving me a hickey, though.”

Jeongguk’s grip has moved from your nape to your hair, where he gives a slight tug to pull you away from his arm. When you look up, your blurry vision is met with Jeongguk’s piercing stare, making excitement course through your veins. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen—you just wanted to bite his arm, really—but if Jeongguk wants to teach you a lesson for what you did to him, you’d happily be a good student and accept whatever he decides to give you.

“Exactly,” you challenge him, grinning. “You didn’t say anything about it, therefore, there’s no reason for me not to give you a hickey.”

“Huh.” He squints his eyes. “You said you weren’t horny, didn’t you?” Your heart drops to your stomach as he leans forward to start tracing your neck with his nose, planting a tiny kiss on it. “So it won’t be a problem if I don’t let you cum while I use you to make myself cum, right?” The sickeningly-sweet smile on his lips contradicts the lewdness of his words. “You’re not horny so you don’t need to cum, am I right?”

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Oh, the joy of having Jeon Jeongguk as a boyfriend.

— a/n: thank you for reading! feedbacks here would be very much appreciated :D

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milkywaydrabbles · 1 year ago

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*whispers* number 9, breeding with adrian tepes

A/N: screaming into the wilderness Alucard wants a baby so bad he fr goes crazy I hope you enjoy this little drabble!

CW: smut, mating press, pet names (love, sweetheart), breeding, talk of pregnancy, just filth tbh

"F-fuck, Adrian, wait pl-please...!" You panted, clawing at his biceps. Alucard had you in a mating press for the last three rounds, your pussy squelching with the mix of both your cum. He couldn't think of anything else except you. Seeing you bouncing Trevor and Sypha's baby boy on your lap, tickling his sides and smooching his face has Alucard seeing hearts in his eyes. And then he went feral. All he could think of after that was you round with his children. The rest of the visit was a blur, he couldn't concentrate on anything except stuffing you full.

"Darling, you would be such a good mother" hepractically growled, hips slamming into yours. He wanted to be inside you as deep as possible, focusing on force instead of speed. "Want you full, want you stuffed" Alucard dipped his face closer to you, kissing your neck as he kept a steady pace. You clenched around him, eyes rolling back as you continued to scratch his arms. "Do you like that, sweetheart? Do you like the idea of being full of my seed?" You whimpered, clenching again. You nodded, cock drunk. You couldn't lie, the thought of starting a family with Adrian has always been on the back of your mind, but you weren't sure if he would feel ready for that. But now, seeing him so desperate to breed you–you couldn't help but moan out as he continued to pound into you.

Alucard pushed a bit higher up on your thighs, knees practically at your ears. He lifted himself up higher, biting down on his lip as he fucked into you. His cock was making a mess inside of you, his tip nearly kissing your cervix. He was panting, looking wild above you. Just hearing you little ah, ah, ahs coming out of your mouth had Alucard practically drooling.

"A- Adrian, please, make me a mother" you moaned out, Alucard biting down on your pulse point. Now it was his turn to whimper—hips stuttering for a moment before continuing fucking into you. "Need to keep you filled with my cum" he growled, nails biting into the backs of your thighs. He pumped into you one, two, three more times before filling your cunt to the brim with his cum for the fourth time this evening.

The two of you stayed silent, outside of the pants from the both of you, until you spoke. "Adrian, what has gotten into you?" You breathed a laugh, eyeing him up. He at least had the decency to look bashful. "Sorry, love, you just looked so good with children, couldn't really control myself" he murmured, feeling himself harden inside you again.

"I just need to give you one more, let's really have a baby yeah?"

It was going to be a long night.

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inthe-dark-tonight · 1 year ago

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i'd rather die than give you control

boston era!joel x fem!reader

summary: you fuck up on a supply run, joel decides to teach you a lesson.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: E (18+ mdni!!!) porn w/o plot, joel is MEAN, light angst, dom/sub dynamics, little bit of brat tamer!joel, established “relationship”, oral (f & m receiving), face fucking, unsafe p in v, creampie, slight dacryphilia, light spanking, this has some dark themes so if that’s not your thing pls don’t read & let’s pretend that fucking on an abandoned couch on top of an old sleeping bag isn’t unsanitary okay???

notes: this idea came to me while listening to the song head like a hole by nine inch nails so it’s veryyyyyy slightly inspired by that, i’m honestly very nervous to post this but!!! here we go. thank you so much @javiscigarette for encouraging me to keep going with this and also beta reading for me i literally love you to pieces, and also a huge thank you to @ilovepedro for beta reading pieces of this for me as well MWAH <333

Joel hasn’t spoken to you since you got to the safe house hours ago. He’s not usually one to talk about how he’s feeling when he’s angry or upset, but lately you’ve been wishing he would. Wishing he would say more, do more after all the time you’ve known each other. But you know the moments you have together are nothing more to him than the need for both of you to take out your frustrations. You can’t help but still crave those intimate moments though. If you can even call them that.

You’re in your sleeping bag on the couch and Joel is on the floor. Most times you two will sleep next to eachother while on a supply run, especially if there’s a bed, and always after he fucks you. When back in the qz, it's a little more complicated.

You roll over onto your side to face him, the moonlight casting just enough light into the room to see that he’s laying on top of his sleeping bag with his back to you. A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you watch his body move with each inhale and exhale. You won’t be able to sleep unless you talk to him.

You sit up, contemplating for a second if this is a good idea before unzipping your bag and standing up from the couch. It feels like your heart is about to beat out of your chest as you slowly walk towards him, a knot forming in your stomach as you get closer. He hasn’t moved so you’re assuming you haven’t woken him up as you kneel beside him on the floor. You stare at him for a moment before speaking, eyes trailing over where his flannel is stretched over his broad shoulders.

“Joel.” you whisper. He doesn’t even flinch. “Are you awake?” Your voice is still hushed.

You reach your hand out to touch his bicep but freeze before making contact, afraid of what his reaction may be. Your hand finally rests on his arm, shaking him lightly. Now you can see that his eyes are open, but he still hasn’t turned to look at you.

“Please talk to me…” you bite at your lower lip waiting for a response.

A lump starts to grow in your throat as your mind replays the events of earlier that day. He was angry at you for not listening, there was no doubt about it, but you want nothing more than for him to talk to you now.

“I’m sorry, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?” Your voice cracks slightly, trying to hold back your emotions as you speak.

Your chest starts to feel tight, the pain of him not saying a word is too much. You can handle him being angry with you, he sure as hell has been before, but if that means not talking to you at all you’re not sure how much you can take.

You take a deep breath and remove your hand from his arm before moving to lay down behind him. His body is radiating warmth as you lay only a few inches from him. Slowly you start to snake your arm around his torso, chest flush against his warm back. He still doesn’t say a word as you lay your cheek against him and start to rub your thumb back and forth over his soft, flannel covered stomach.

“Joel.” You feel like tears could spill from your eyes any second now, hoping he’ll say something. Anything.

You slowly move your hand lower, not worrying about what the consequences might be. All you want now is some sort of reaction from him, anything to show that he’s listening. Anything to get him to look at you. Your hand continues to move lower down to the waist of his jeans, just wanting to feel him.

Suddenly, before you can even process, you feel his large calloused hand quickly wrap around your wrist. His head snaps towards you as he props himself up on his elbow, glaring down at where you lay.

“What the hell are you doing?” He sounds pissed, maybe even more than earlier. He just stares back at you, your eyes wide in surprise.

“I- I just-” you stutter, struggling to find words.

“This isn’t how it works. Did you forget?” His jaw ticks as he lets go of your wrist, shoving it back towards you.

He fully sits up now looking straight ahead and you shrink back into yourself, tears welling in your eyes, afraid of what he might say next.

“I decide when and if this happens.” He’s breathing heavily. “You should know that by now.”

“I know I-“ he cuts you off before you can finish your thought.

“You obviously don’t.”

You swallow back the sob threatening to leave your throat.

“Go sit on the couch.” his head falls to look at his lap as you scramble to stand up.

You don't dare to look back at him as you quietly walk back over to the couch. You take a seat in the middle with your hands on your lap as you wait for his next move. This is how the game usually goes.

He shakes his head slightly before looking towards you, a darkness behind his eyes. “So now you want to listen?”

He slowly gets up from his spot on the ground and turns towards you, standing there for a moment with his hands on his hips. His eyes are glued to the floor as he stands there for a moment thinking, but you can sense the anger behind them. As he looks up, walking towards you and stopping right in front of where you're sitting, you feel your chest start to tighten even more. You just stare down at your hands in your lap waiting for him to speak.

“Look at me.” His voice is low.

Your head snaps up without hesitation to look into his eyes.

“Lay back, keep your hands above your head.” His accent sounds thicker than usual, voice gravely as he speaks.

You do as he says, leaning back into the couch and raising your hands to grab the back of the couch. As you do so, Joel kneels down in front of you on the floor causing your legs to naturally part for him. He takes a deep breath before wrapping his arms under your knees, hands gripping your jean clad thighs before pulling you forward so your ass is at the edge of the couch causing you to let out a small yelp.

He keeps one of his hands on your thigh, the other moving to hover over your covered core. As he rests his large hand over your covered sex, warmth spreads through your lower stomach from the contact. He looks up at you through his lashes, dark eyes burning into yours. You feel a jolt of arousal through your core.

His thumb grazes over the seam of your jeans, immediately finding your already sensitive clit. He knows you, knows your body even fully clothed, and that fact turns you on more. He lightly applies pressure with his thumb, rubbing in circles over your jeans. The sensation of the seam rubbing against you and the pressure of his thumb causes a moan to slip from your lips.

“Joel…” he removes his hand from your clothed core, moving up towards the waist of your jeans.

His rough calloused hand moves under the hem of your shirt, brushing lightly against the soft skin of your stomach. You shudder at the feeling, goosebumps covering your skin as you buck your hips up towards him.

“Stay still for me.” He glances up at you again, it’s a warning, and your chest flutters.

The anticipation is killing you. He moves both hands to unbutton your jeans, slowly sliding them down and off of you, leaving them in a pile at your feet. His eyes immediately lock onto the wet spot growing on your panties and a smug smile forms on his face.

“Already so fuckin’ wet, haven't even touched ya yet.” he hums, leaning in closer to your core.

He wraps one arm under your leg again, the other grabbing your waist to keep you from squirming. His nose rubs against the wet spot on your cotton panties and you bite the inside of your cheek, holding back a moan as you lightly clench your thighs around his head. Joel looks up at you again, the sight of him between your thighs so heavenly. You want nothing more than to reach out and bury your hands into his graying curls.

“Gonna listen and stay still for me baby?” His voice sends a vibration through your core as he tightens his grip on you. You struggle to keep still, nodding your head in response.

“Good, wouldn't wanna have to stop.” He's teasing you.

He slides his hand from your hip down to hook a finger onto your underwear, tugging them down as he lifts your waist off the cushion. You suck in a breath as the cool air hits your soaked core. Joel doesn't waste any time, his hands are immediately back on you, fingers slotting through your glistening folds. He watches intently as his fingers easily slide up and down, covered in your slick. His face moves closer to you, warm breath fanning over your sensitive skin before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

The feeling of his warm tongue darting out over your clit causes you to let out a moan. His tongue runs small circles around your nub, teasing you slowly before he licks through your folds. As he removes his mouth from you, you let out a gasp at the loss, but he quickly makes up for it by inserting two fingers into your cunt.

“Oh god.” your head falls back on to the cushion, eyes squeezed shut and fingers gripping the edge of the couch harder.

His pace starts to quicken, fingers curling to hit that spongy spot inside of you just right. He’s focused on his motions, mesmerized by the way his fingers disappear into your tight hole. His thumb starts to swirl in circles against your swollen clit and a soft whine escapes your mouth.

“That feel good?” You don’t have the strength to answer.

His free hand finds its way under your shirt to meet with your breast, fingers tweaking with your hardened nipple. Your eyes shoot back open, looking down at where he’s between your legs. His mouth is slightly parted as he watches you, watches your reaction to his movements and the way he’s touching you. You clench around his fingers, trying to hold back the urge to reach out and touch him. Trying to keep yourself still. The coil in your stomach is going to snap any second and he knows it.

“Wanna come, baby?” He asks sweetly, so soft.

“Please Joel, please.” You’re practically begging.

He removes his hand from your breast and swings your leg over his shoulder, quickening his pace. His hand rests on your thigh lightly squeezing as he urges you on. He applies pressure with his

“Close.” It’s all you can get out.

The coil in your stomach is about to snap, Joel still isn’t slowing his pace, fingers hitting all the right places. He feels you clench around him one last time, and then suddenly you feel him pull away, the loss of his fingers causing your hips to buck forward. You let out a gasp as he abruptly drops your leg from his shoulder and stands up.

Your eyes shoot open. “What the fuck?” You’re trying to catch your breath.

“Did you really think I was going to let you come? After the stunt you pulled earlier?” He shakes his head, a sly look on his face as he watches you.

Your mind flashes back to the supply run earlier that day as you clench your thighs together, hands dropping to your sides grasping at the couch cushions. A tingling sensation travels through your body, mind hazy from overstimulation. You stare up at him trying to process what’s just happened, jaw slack as your eyes start to well with tears. Joel’s hand lifts to your cheek, gently brushing his thumb against your soft skin. He drops his hand and adjusts himself, turning away from you and walking back towards his spot on the floor.

He’s never been this mean before. Never denied you an orgasm, and the feeling is overwhelming. You knew he was mad about earlier, but you didn’t anticipate him being this mad.

Earlier on the supply run you just kept fucking up. Being too loud, careless, forgetful, you name it. The two of you were sent to check out an old strip mall that had surely been raided at some point before, but not by the two of you. He had warned you that this could be an area with raiders or infected lurking nearby and that you needed to be extra cautious, but you took it lightly, after all this wasn’t your first supply run. You had ran into trouble with clickers before and handled it well, but never raiders.

Of course when the two of you got there, you realized you forgot your gun. It was only you and Joel this time around, no Tess, so the fact that you forgot your gun of all things wasn’t great. That was the first thing to set him off.

“Really? How the hell do you forget your gun?”

“I don’t know, must’ve left it on the table.” You shrug.

He sighs. “Hope your knife skills have gotten better.”

“Sorry…” You mumble.

He turns away and you follow him to find a way inside.

Once the two of you started looking around the place, you found yourself tripping and bumping into things more than usual. Bumping into a shelf, knocking an old jar over while weaving in and out of isles. Joel would shoot you an annoyed look every time which only made you more on edge.

When you got to what must’ve been an old hardware store, Joel had found a few salvageable things and the two of you started to dig around to fill your packs.

“Alright let’s get out of here.” He let out a low grunt as he stood up, lifting his pack over his shoulder.

You glanced up at him before standing up, as you stood straight up slinging your pack over your shoulder your bag hit a metal rack behind you causing it to nearly fall over. Joel reached his hand out quickly, stopping it from falling.

“Damnit.” He said between gritted teeth. “You need to be quieter I’m not fuckin’ around.” He gave you a stern look.

“Quieter?” You gave him a playful look. “What, LIKE THIS?” You yelled out, giggling afterwards.

Normally he loved when you were like this, a little disobedient so he could put you back in your place later that night. Show you how to behave. But right now he wasn’t having it.

There was the sound of branches snapping outside and Joel immediately looked up, wide eyes locking on the nearest entrance. In an instant he was grabbing you, spinning you so your back was against his chest and covering your mouth with his large hand. His other arm was snaked around the front of you, holding you close.

“Fuck.” He whispered into your ear as he pulled the both of you into another room to hide. “You really had to do this right now?”

The coil in your stomach is still tightly wound, and now you’re pissed. You’ll just do it yourself then.

Your hand finds its way to your puffy tender clit, running your fingers over it as you slowly start to move through your slick folds. Joel still has his back to you as he stands over where his sleeping bag lays on the floor, hands on his waist. Your fingers find their way back to your swollen clit, lightly rubbing circles. Your eyes rake over his form, his broad shoulders and the way his flannel is rolled up exposing his forearms. You bite your cheek, trying to stay as quiet as possible. As you apply more pressure, a soft moan escapes your mouth causing Joel to turn back around.

His eyes immediately fall to where your fingers are picking up speed between your legs and his eyes grow dark, hand flexing by his side as he watches you. You don’t stop. His eyes meet with yours and your mouth falls open, pace never faltering.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” His brows pinch together forming a crease as he waits for a response.

You can see his chest starting to heave as you look at him through heavy lidded eyes. Now you’ve done it, you think to yourself.

He slowly walks back over to you, stopping in front of you, staring down at the way your fingers move so smoothly over your soaked core. He reaches his hand out to lightly grab your jaw, tilting your head up towards him. You let out a yelp as your eyes meet his, growing darker by the second.

“Hm?” His jaw is clenched as he squeezes yours lightly before he speaks through gritted teeth. “Answer me.”

“No.” You croak out, stopping your motions and reaching to pull your underwear back up.

“Well, don't stop now.” Your brows knit together in confusion. “Since you want to come so badly around nothing instead of my cock, keep going.” you let out a small gasp.

“Rather have you.” You say breathlessly.

A smug smile forms on his face as he removes his hand from your jaw and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Hm, not what it looks like.” He’s teasing you now, wanting you to beg. And you will. He knows you will.

“Joel…” You whisper, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “It’s been too long.”

“Should’ve thought about that earlier,” He huffs. “when you were touchin’ yourself, when you were acting up on the supply run.”

“I know, I wasn’t thinking.” You start to sit up straight, scrambling for the right words. “I said I was sorry, just need you.” It comes out just above a whisper.

Your eyes dart to the growing bulge in his pants then back to his eyes. He’s standing right at the edge of the couch between your parted legs and you can feel heat radiating off him, drawing you in closer. He shifts his weight and his hands fall back to his sides as he contemplates what to do next.

“Prove it.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, dumbstruck. “Wha-“

“If you need my cock so badly, prove it.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he subtly juts his hips forward.

Your bottom lip disappears between your teeth as you soak up his last words. Without your eyes leaving his, you reach up slowly to rest your hand over where his cock is straining against his dark jeans. He takes a deep breath through his nose as you start to gently apply pressure. You inch your hands up to the hem of his jeans and swiftly undo his belt, unbutton them and pulling the zipper down in one motion before tugging them off his waist so they’re resting around his thighs. The sight of his thick cock only restrained by his cotton underwear causes you to let out a small gasp.

You look back up at Joel for reassurance and he nods, expression never faltering. Your hands rest on his lower abdomen right above the hem of his boxers, running over the sparse hairs leading down past his boxers. As you hook his fingers into the fabric, pulling them down, his fully hardened cock springs out causing your mouth to salivate at the sight.

Without thought, your hand immediately wraps around the thick base of his cock causing him to let out a low groan. You lightly squeeze, teasing him as you lean in closer. Your tongue darts out from between your lips to lick at the precum leaking from his silky smooth tip and he sucks in a breath.

“Jesus.” his hand moves to rest on the back of your neck, the other caressing your cheek.

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue still on his tip as you flash him a daunting smile. You release his cock from your grip and run your tongue from the base of his tip, along the bottom of his length back to his tip before sucking him back into your mouth. The salty taste of his precum still on your taste buds as you swirl your tongue in circles and take the rest of him into your mouth in one go. Tears start to rim your eyes as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Good girl.” Joel praises you as he wipes away the tears starting to form at the edge of your eyes.

Your head moves back releasing his cock from your lips with a popping sound before bringing your lips back to rest on his tip. His grip on the back of your neck starts to tighten as he begins to lightly thrust his hips forward. You slowly open your mouth, giving him access and wrapping your lips around his warm cock again. Both your hands grip onto his thighs, holding yourself still as he slowly thrusts forward again. He lets out a low groan as your mouth encloses around his thick member and your motions stop, allowing him to take control.

“God damn baby.” Joel huffs as he begins to pull back.

His hand caresses the back of your head guiding you as you open up wider and your nose buries into the sparse curls at the base of his cock. The tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat and you swallow trying to get some sort of relief. He holds your head there for a moment, relishing in the warm, wet feeling of your mouth wrapped around him before pulling back. Your cheeks hollow, sucking harder and he stops before the tip of his cock leaves your mouth.

As he pulls out, you watch the string of saliva connecting to the tip of his flushed cock break before he pulls you back in, swollen lips immediately parting for him once more.

“Look at me while I fuck your throat.” His hands move to your jaw, tilting your head as far as it can go until your eyes land on his.

You can feel tears rimming your eyes again as you dig your nails into the warm flesh of his thighs, the back of your throat is already raw. His thumbs caress your cheeks before he roughly fucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat once again and your eyes squeeze shut allowing the tears brewing in your eyes to finally spill over.

“You can take it.” He continues the thrust into your mouth as he speaks.

You open your eyes and look back at him, he tilts his head to the side as he looks down at you, and mocking pout on his face. His pace doesn’t falter, the only sound in the room is his deep voice and the filthy wet sound of his thick cock relentlessly fucking your throat.

“This the only way I can get you to be quiet, huh? Gotta have my cock stuffed down your throat for you to shut the fuck up?” The last word comes out just as he thrusts his hips, large calloused hands nearly digging into your cheek as he lets out a low grunt.

His words cause you to let out a low moan around his cock as he hits the back of your throat one last time, and you feel him tense. His head falls back, a deep growl leaving his throat before his eyes snap back to you.

He pulls his cock out of your mouth, and before you can even focus he’s pulling you up from the couch and spinning you to lay on your stomach. You flop down, holding yourself up on your forearms as he pulls your underwear the rest of the way down, and you swear you can hear the fabric lightly tearing before he discards them somewhere on the floor. Next he grabs the hem of your long sleeve, pulling it up over your bare tits. You frantically pull it over your head and off before throwing it somewhere. He quickly pulls you up so that you’re on your knees and grabs your wrists, pinning your arms behind your back as your cheek buries into the couch cushion.

“This what you were hoping for?” he nearly grunts as he holds your wrists in place with one hand, positioning himself over you. “Hm?” you can hear his breathing as he leans down closer to your face.

You can’t speak, a low moan leaves your lips, but that's not enough of an answer for him. He lands a small smack on your ass and your body jolts from the contact.

“Answer me.” he says through gritted teeth. You feel him lay some of his weight against your back now and his still fully hard cock presses into you. He leans down close to your face and you feel his lips touch your ear as he speaks.

“This what you were hoping for when you were acting up earlier?” His deep voice sends a shiver through your body, igniting the heat blooming in your core.

You feel his weight shift as he pulls away from your face. “Hoping I would teach you a lesson?” His hand wraps around his cock, guiding it towards your tight hole, already soaked in anticipation.

Your hips push back into him and you attempt to open your legs wider, making room for him to guide himself to your entrance, and without a second thought he thrusts into you. He places one hand on your hip holding you up, as the other keeps your arms pinned behind you. It’s fast and rough, and you can hear the sound of skin on skin as his hips snap forward, thrusting into you with all his force, taking out his anger from earlier on your cunt. This is how it always goes. You piss him off to get what you want, then he fucks you senseless until all his anger and frustration is gone, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A small moan escapes your lips as he grips you tighter, pumping his large cock in and out of you hard enough to jolt your body forward with each thrust. You can hear him grunting above you, pace never faltering.

“Take me so well,” he huffs. “this tight little cunt is all mine. Made for me.” His voice is deep with lust as he speaks, and it sends a burning heat through your core as a moan escapes you.

He moves his hand from your hip, snaking his arm around your torso and grabbing onto your left tit as he pulls you back against him. He has your arms still pinned behind you as you arch your back and your upper body meets his chest. Your head falls back over his shoulder, eyes falling shut.

“Say it.” He speaks against your cheek, lips ever so lightly grazing your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yours.” You choke out.

He releases your wrists and wraps his arm around your waist, your arms rest over his, gripping his forearms where his flannel is rolled up as he continues to fuck into you. You turn your face to look up at him, and you find him looking down, his eyes fixated on the way he’s pumping in and out of you. Mesmerized by the sound, the way you take him so well and the way his hips snap against your ass with every thrust. Your chest flutters and the coil in your stomach that’s been building is ready to snap any minute.

“‘M close.” It’s barely audible, his eyes snap away from where your body’s meet to look into yours.

“Think you deserve to come this time?” His mouth is slightly parted, eyes flickering to your lips and back as you nod your head.

“Yes, please Joel.” You breathlessly beg.

“Did you learn your lesson?” One of his hands creeps towards your sensitive clit, your hand still gripping his forearm. “You be quiet when I tell you to, and you don’t touch yourself unless I,” he grunts as he thrusts into you. “say so.” The last part is said through gritted teeth, punctuated with a hard thrust and the sound of his hips snapping against you.

His fingers meet your clit and he applies pressure, rubbing in tight fast circles. Your head falls back and he nips at your neck, teeth just barely brushing your skin as his tongue sets your skin.

“Say it.” His warm breath fans against your skin.

“I’m quiet when you tell me,” his lips latch on to your skin, lightly sucking as you gasp and your hips jut forward. He uses the hand on your mound to pull you back into him. “and I don’t touch myself. Unless you say.”

“Good girl.” His fingers pick up speed, you nearly let out a scream as a white hot pleasure pulses through your body.

Joel keeps moving his fingers over your clit and one of your hands flies up to bury in his hair. You lightly tug, causing him to grunt, as your body starts to feel limp. His hand wraps back around your torso, holding you up against him as he continues to fuck you, panting into your neck. He thrusts into you two, three more times and you feel his pace falter then still as he releases his load with a low moan.

He gently falls forward onto the couch, still holding onto you as he gently lays atop of you. You can feel his warm body pressed against your back, chest rapidly rising and falling as he catches his breath. You catch a quick glimpse of him, eyes closed, lips parted and damp curls lightly sticking to his forehead. His cheeks are slightly flushed and he looks divine.

He stays inside you for another moment before lifting off of you. You hear the couch creek as he gets up, then you hear his zipper and belt as he adjusts his pants before walking back over to his spot on the floor. You don’t move, laying there with your eyes closed as you catch your breath. After a minute or two you start to sit up, looking over at where he’s laying with his back to you again. You grab your discarded shift from the floor and slip it back on before searching for your underwear, picking up your jeans along the way.

After a few minutes you give up and slip your jeans back on, whatever. You look down at your sleeping bag spread open on the couch, then back at Joel. It might be a bad idea, but you walk over to where he’s laying and lay behind him again, wrapping your arm around his torso and pressing yourself against his warm, broad back. You let out a sigh and he doesn’t move, and as you start to drift asleep, you feel his arm rest on top of yours.

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crimsonbubble · 2 years ago

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cw. nsfw, afab!reader, implied chubby/thicker!reader, creampie, overstimulation, brief biting, improper and very inaccurate use of Miguel's paralyzing venom bite (?), manhandling, fingering, finger sucking, brief blood kink (?), light hair pulling, daddy kink, brief cum play, nipple play, praise, degradation *not proofread, just pure horny

[haven't seen the movie but that doesn't matter 🙊🙊] nothing makes sense when you're horny,, don't mind how inaccurate this fic is pls im fragile 😭😭

MINORS DNI!!

"there's no point in struggling, sweetheart. I've already got you all to myself."

Miguel says as he pulls away from your neck, licking the remaining blood off his fangs. he savors the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, his hands smoothing over your thighs as the venom pumps through you. there's a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face as your body molds into his hands. with the inability to move, you can't hide your face or close your legs to hide how flustered you are or how wet your cunt is.

his eyes delicately trail down your body as you lay there unmoving. his hands work faster than his eyes as he slides two fingers between your soaked folds. his palm rubs against your clit as he delves his fingers into your messy hole. the sharp inhale of breath brings the smirk back to his face as he curls and presses his fingers against all your spots. "there we go, honey. just like that."

Miguel wraps his free arm around your waist, resting your ass against his thighs. he leans down, leaving a trail of kisses up your chest to the bite wounds on your neck. your eyelids fluttered as he pressed his palm further against your clit. your body can't respond but your face gives away how much of an effect he has on you. he pushes your legs further apart, his fingers digging into your thigh.

though in your state of paralysis, Miguel can still feel the telltale signs of how close you are. he angles his hand down to rub his thumb over your clit in quick circles, biting his tongue as he feels the aftershocks of your orgasm. watching your pussy clench and drip all over his hand, feeling your clit pulse and twitch under his thumb.

Miguel sucks in a sharp breath as he bucks his hips up against your ass. he pulls you back enough to pass his cockhead through your wet folds. he taps his cock against your clit a few times before slowly pushing the head of his cock against your hole. he lets out a shaky breath, his thighs trembling as he buries himself to the hilt.

you feel too warm around him to not start moving. your pussy sucks him in greedily, gushing around him as he splits you open on his cock. he adjusted his grip to your hips, pushing and pulling your body as he pleased. his eyes raked over you, watching how your body moved with him, all soft and full. he hikes your legs up by the backs of your thighs, giving him the full view of your sloppy cunt.

as he pressed your legs further against your chest, your body started tingling, little pinpricks as he all but used your body. your fingers twitched against the sheets, sucking in a deep breath as you hold your legs to your chest by your thighs. his cock twitches as the venom seems to be wearing off, the tight heat of your pussy making him greedy.

"don't.. wimp out on me, Miguel." you manage to croak out with a heavy breath. his eye twitched slightly, leaning down into you, forcing your legs further into your body. the sound of your pussy gushing around him met your ears but it's too late to feel ashamed. your hands met his burning skin, your nails digging into his biceps and shoulders.

"just shut up and take it." Miguel moves to lean on his forearm, the other hand coming up to shove two fingers against your tongue. you let out a garbled moan, lucking and twirling your tongue around his fingers as his tip brushed against all the spots deep inside you. Miguel leans down as much as he can to kiss down your chest, swiftly taking a nipple into his mouth; tugging at it with his teeth, and soothing it with a quick swipe of his tongue.

"you're a whore you know that? my pretty little whore." the condescending tone in his voice made you clench. "oh? is that it? are you my pretty little whore?" you mindlessly nodded, strung too high on pleasure as he snaps his hips against yours. "daddy's pretty little whore, hm?" his thrusts punctuated each word, making your body quiver under him. Miguel moves your legs down his sides, letting you wrap them around his waist.

you sling your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he stuffs you full of him. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum- feel so good, princesa." your nails scratch down his back, a dull sting making him feel even hotter. you're losing your mind in the pleasure he's giving you, eyes nearly rolling back into your skull as you feel every nerve set itself on fire with your pending release. Miguel carded his hand through your hair, tugging lightly as he feels his body quiver against you.

you tighten your legs around his waist, all but forcing him to press deeply into you as he let his orgasm crash over him. his release hits him in waves, leaving him gasping for air. your legs loosen slowly, yet still, keeping them spread as Miguel pulls out. you wince slightly as he pushes his cum back into your twitching hole.

"up for another?"

#bubbly writes <3 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader smut #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara imagines #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

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bamboobooshark · 6 months ago

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YOUR WADE WILSON’S HEADCANONS WERE SO GOOODDDDDD PLS DO MORE WADE STUFF OMG <33

WADE WILSON X READER

⋆༺𓆩⚔︎ DELICIOUS : 872 WRDS

<RATING: PG-13, DESCRIPTION OF A MAKEOUT, BITING>

A/N : More Wade due to popular request! Which I didn’t expect at all because I thought I wrote him out of character BUT THE CROWD SAYS OTHERWISE (and I’m hugging the crowd so hard, thank you all deeply for the compliments)!!!! No additional warnings than the rating!

You groan in anguish while sitting on your couch. Wade said he’d “be home in a jiffy” thirty minutes ago when you called him. Maybe you should call him again. Yeah, you’ll call him again.

The phone rings once before he picks up. He grunts while fumbling to get his phone positioned between his shoulder and cheek. “Hey, pumpkin! Did something happen? Is everything okay? What’s up,” he asks with the most excited tone, sounding absolutely thrilled just to hear your voice. You let out a huff while shaking your head. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just miss you so badly. Please come home, Wade,” you whine, pouting even if Wade can’t see it himself. He laughs at your whining as he slips his phone into his hand. “I’ll be there soon. I pinky promise, okay,” he says with a sincere tone. You exhale deeply and hum in agreement. “Okay, but you better not be lying again. If you are, you’re sleeping on the couch,” you threaten. Wade audibly gasps. “The couch? Oh, you wouldn’t dare,” he challenges with a playful tone. “I so would,” you reply. “Good thing I’m not lying then,” he says before he hangs up on you. You’re about to grab the nearest pillow and scream into it before you hear Wade open the door.

You get up from the couch and run up to him happily. “Oh my god! I missed you, you idiot,” you chuckle as your arms wrap tightly around his waist. He pretends to start choking and gasping for air. “Holy shit, baby! If I could die it’d be from your sweet self crushing my bones so hard they puncture a lung,” he jokes. You ignore his words and hug him a little bit harder just for saying that. Once you pull back and look into his eyes, he points towards something with his gaze. You look where his eyes are guiding you, and he’s holding a tube of chapstick. Your grip around him loosens and you frown with nothing but love for him. “Oh come on. You didn’t have to go out for that long just to get me some new chapstick. I told you I could’ve gotten some myself,” you insist while looking at Wade. He does nothing but give you a goofy smile in response. “But I did, sugar. I really, really did,” he assures you before kissing your nose.

“Now, how about we — sorry, you try it? I meant you. I bought this for you,” he corrects with a straight face. You shake your head because you know exactly what he intends to do. You sigh softly and take the chapstick out of his hand, watching him eye you intently while you put it on. “Holy Mary, mother of Jesus, you are just stunning,” he mutters softly. “Wade! Stop that,” you exclaim before playfully hitting his arm. He rubs his bicep as if you made him experience the worst pain ever, frowning like an abandoned puppy from your actions. He mumbles a soft sorry while letting you finish applying the chapstick.

“Oh! That’s really nice. Where’d you get this,” you ask with wide eyes. Wade simply shrugs and smiles before grabbing you with one hand on your back and one under your thigh. “C’mere you,” he grunts. He butts his forehead against yours like a cling cat, humming happily. You are completely silent aside from the heavy breaths caused by Wade’s sudden actions. “What the hell was that for,” you ask through a nervous laugh. “I don’t need to explain for that was for. Now, let me try some of your chapstick. I bought it, so it’s fair game,” he teased before leaning forward to press his lips onto yours.

He sighs against your soft skin, brows knitting together tightly. Your hands go from his shoulders to the back of his head and you ever so slightly dig into his flesh. He pulls back, eyes wide and expectant. “I think I need to get another taste,” he mumbles almost mindlessly while attempting to keep up his usual attitude. “And I’d be glad to give it to you,” you manage to huff out before tightening your legs around his waist a bit more. Wade tries his best to be as close as possible to you while holding you in his arms. He fingers dig into your thighs and the hand on your back juts to press you closer against him. He bites at your bottom lip, panting heavily. You’re quick to let him in, your tongues pressing as he tastes you. You whine into his mouth and the bastard smiles against you. As much as you want to slap him for smiling right now, you don’t blame him for feeling so giddy.

He moves cautiously over to the couch, sitting you down on his lap carefully. He unlatches himself from your lips and looks up at you with his big, brown eyes that look so pitifully pretty in the moment. You’ve never seen him so star struck during your makeout sessions. “What’s up,” you ask with a slightly concerned look on your face. His lips form the smallest smile before he whispers to you, “Nothing. You’re just so damn delicious, baby.”

#deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool x you #deadpool x y/n #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #wade wilson x y/n #ryan reynolds #make out #bf!wade wilson #bamboobooanswers #bambooboofic #bamboobooshark

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sturniolo04 · 10 months ago

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Kinks M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary; in which Matt likes to be called daddy

My Boyfriend of 4 years aka Matthew Benard Sturniolo aka the horniest boy you will ever meet. We were currently sitting in between Matt's leg with my back rested against his chest watching the random movie that came on that really had my attention until Matt started kissing on my neck aggressively I pulled away looking at my boyfriend giggling at his sexual tension

Emmy: Bae what are you doing

He looked at me blankly quickly cover his growing erection in his sweats hoping I wouldnt see it

Matt: Nothing j-just come lay back down

he said as he pulled me back in the same position we were in two seconds ago and it wasnt even 2 mintues and he started rubbing on my thighs hungrily

Emmy; Baby

I said looking at him then looking down at his bulge in his sweat pants

Matt: Sorry i-i

He said quickly trying to hide it

Emmy: Baby you could have just asked me to fix it

I said biting my lip

Matt: well can you

Emmy: Of course i can

I pressed my lips on his as he grabbed my face to deepening the kiss his hands traveled underneath his hoodie that i was wearing slipping it off on my body

Matt: fuck your so beautiful

he said admiring my figure i giggled at his cuteness proceeding to take off his shirt and running my hands down his chest stopping at the hem of his sweat pants taking them off slowly and proceeding to tease him kissing his v-line not touching any of the areas he wanted me to touch

Matt: Babee please godd

he groan throwing his head back in complete pleasure after moments of continuous teasing he couldnt take it

Matt: That's it

He said flipping us over so he was in charge

Matt: my turn

he said scanning body which was still clothed with my shorts and you talk about a tease he started to kiss me through the fabric of my shorts as i tugged on his hair

Emmy: Mattyy please

I pleaded wanting him to just fuck me already

Matt: tell me what you want daddy to do

Emmy: everything pl-please just do something anyhting

i practically screamed out he climbed off of my momentarily to grab a condom and slide it onto his length before climbing back onto my body sliding into me slowly

Emmy: daddy

I softly moaned as my hands traveled up gripping his biceps. As he thrusted in and out of me harshly.

Emmy: fuck Matt

he grunted sounding not satisfied with what he was doing angling his hip hoping to find satisfaction and sure enough

Matt: I knew it was there somewhere

he grunted seeing that he harshly attacked my g-spot

Emmy: FUCKK MATTT RIGHTT THERE

I screamed out tighten my grip on his hair i felt a familiar knot in my stomach telling me i was close and i could tell Matt was too seeing his thrusts started to get sloppy

Emmy: Daddyy i am soo close

I said closing my eyes immediately taken by all the pleasure coursing through my body

Matt: Me too babygirl

His breath hitched as his high approached placing his hand around my neck while aggressive thrusting coming down from his high

Matt:fuckkk

He groaned he came and pulled out of me laying down next to me out of breath I giggled at his tired out state he looked at me laying next to him

Emmy: Babe

i said while propping myself up on my elbow admiring my now tired boyfriend

Matt: hm

He turned his head to look at me

Emmy: where did Daddy come from

I asked laughing at the thought as he put his hands on his face chuckling

Matt; I dont know i was just in the moment and

he said justifying himself

Emmy: so safe to say you have a daddy kink

Matt: Maybe

I looked at him as he reply uncertain

Matt: ok yeah i do

i giggled as he said that turning my body to now be laying on my stomach he stared at the ceiling for a minute and then proceeding to get up to put his clothes back on and giving me his hoodie to put back on

Emmy: hey daddy can you take me to get food

I asked as i felt his eyes on me

Matt: Of course babygirl lets go oh and nice ass

he said slapping my ass making me immediately grab my butt which hurt from the sting

Emmy: MATTHEW

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets smut #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo imagine

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year ago

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|| The Distraction ||

Matt Murdock x female reader

🚨🚨🚨 LOVE CONFESSIONS, IDIOTS IN LOVE, ITALICISED OH, AWOOGA AWOOGA! I made Frank a himbo sorry lol 🚨🚨🚨 IF U LIKE PLS REBLOG

You nonchalantly slink into the near-deserted bathrooms where Matt is waiting for you, holding out the passcard with a huge pleased smirk on your face, the music of the party fading as the door closes behind you.

“Piece of cake!” you say, but you don't miss the terse look on his face as he takes it from you. “What's the matter, Murdock? It's going to plan.”

Matt huffs out a short, strained laugh. “You were getting pretty friendly with that security guard.”

“Uh yeah, I kinda have to Matt, that's how I get the goodies, you know that.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, and then with a slight hesitance, “but did you need to fawn all over him so much? It could have drawn unwanted attention. You could have been caught.”

You raise a brow. “I ‘accidentally’ bumped into him and apologised while i unclipped the pass, I wasn't fawning,” you hiss quietly in response. "Don't be so dramatic."

Matt rolls his eyes and leads you out of the other door at the opposite end of the restrooms, both of you quickly making your way towards the office you were intending to break into before the admittedly hot security guard realises that he's been duped.

“You were practically hanging off him, and you called him ‘big boy’…”

“You heard that? Well, did you see him?! He was massive!”

Matt grits his teeth as you both climb the back stairs, trying to hide the green seeping into his eyes. “You were squeezing his bicep, sweetheart. He liked it.”

“I was distracting him!”

“He was more than distracted by what you're wearing… I thought I said pick something simple.”

You shrug your shoulders, glancing down at the black sheath of close fitting fabric with strategic slashes and cutouts that clung to your body. “It is simple!” You defend as you near the room you're looking for. Matt listens for a moment, checking there’s no-one nearby and then swipes the card in the access panel, allowing you entry.

“He gave you his number…” he continues with a whisper, as you start searching the place for where the ledger might be.

“Yeah, well-” They usually always did.

“You put it in your purse.”

Your mouth opens wide at his accusing tone.

“Yeah I did, It's just for show, Matt! I'm not actually gonna call Frank!”

“Oh, it's Frank now is it? Why not? You seemed pretty into him.”

You stop feeling around the wall panels for any secret buttons and face up to Matt. This was nuts. You'd had enough of his ridiculous behaviour. He'd never acted so bothered before now.

“Fuck Matt, what the hell is with you tonight? You're never usually like this on missions!”

“Nothing, I'm just- it's nothing.” He bites his tongue and changes the subject. “Lets just find the book.”

You halt him, your hand firmly on his arm, turning him back to you as you step up closer. “Are you jealous?”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Jealous? No… not-”

“Matt…” you jibe, a little smile on your lips as you see his neck flush with pink. “Aww, are you? That's so sw-”

You're cut off as Matt's hands reach past your waist, stepping in so close your noses are almost touching, almost taking your breath away with the sudden movement. Your ribcage rises and falls as your breathing becomes extremely shallow as you feel like you're waiting for a bomb to drop.

Matt lets out a sharp breath, tilting his head the tiniest amount to the side, his lips are mere millimetres away…

“Here.” He says flatly, lightly tapping the wooden paneling behind you. You swallow as he pulls his arms back but stays close.

"So..." You begin to say, but he cuts you off.

“Look, maybe… yeah, I am a little jealous,” he admits, and it's your turn to feel hot and bothered. “but we make a good team, and I don't ever want to compromise that if me having… feelings for you isn't something you're happy about.”

Your eyes flicker as you look at his face. He's entirely serious as far as you can tell, waiting for you to say something in response. There were a million things you could say, you had always had a little hidden flame burning for Matt but he had always kept your team ups so professional you never thought there was a chance that you could ever actually date. Yeah, there was the occasional sassy or silly banter you shared and adored, you loved his sense of humour, but you never dared hope that he might feel the same way towards you as you did for him. But now this thing, tonight, was a complete revelation. A bolt from the blue. You didn't think you had ever seen him so nervous confessing to you.

You have to say something, anything.

“Matty,” you breathe in a whispered tone, “we have to get the ledger and get out of here before someone finds us!”

Fuck. You feel so awful. This was completely the wrong moment for confessions and realisations that you might just be each other's lobster but you really had to hurry the fuck up and get gone.

Matt's shoulders slump slightly as he backs up, and you move to give him room to open the safe behind the secret door and retrieve the thing you came for in the first place.

“Alright, hide this in your purse and let's go.” is all he says.

The two of you casually walk out of the gala with no-one any wiser. Your arm is hooked around his and you pull him sharply into an alleyway once you're a couple of blocks away.

“Hey! What are you-” Matt starts, but you shh him.

“Matty, listen to me. I don't want Frank the security guard or the beautiful Elektra who works at the bar,”

Matt lifts his head, slightly confused as to where you're going with this. “Uh, okay…”

“because I'm glad you're jealous, I'm actually fucking ecstatic because when you flirt with other people I'm jealous too!”

“Oh.” he replies, "Oh..." the corner of his mouth tugging up into that familiar smile that always makes you melt inside.

“Matty, I have feelings for you too. I just never thought that in a million years you'd ever be interested in me that way!”

Matt can't help bursting out with laughter. “you'd think us working together for this long we'd be a lot better at communicating.“ he jokes.

“Yeah, just a bit.” you chuckle in response.

You're both standing so close together again, your fingers brushing the lapels of his coat, but you're not gonna let the moment get away this time.

“Can I-” Matt starts to say...

“Kiss me?” You finish for him. He immediately swoops forwards, his hands coming up to frame your face as soft lips press against your own, his thumbs stroking and caressing your cheek and jaw as you experience something that never thought would happen between you. Your own hands snake around his shoulders and neck as he kisses you deeper as your nails scratch at the shorter hair at his nape as you grab for him. The tip of his tongue teases along the line of your mouth, and you open to let him in, a soft moan escaping as he probes deeper, tongue dancing sensually with your own. You press up against him, the sculpted muscle that you had only ever seen from afar now right beneath your fingertips, Matt seemingly feeling the same excitement at being able to touch you as one hand holds you at your waist under your coat and the other comes up gently behind your head to pull you even closer. When you finally break for breath you're both grinning like idiots.

“Maybe we should get back to mine?” You suggest, panting ever so slightly, your eyes dilated and almost as black as the shadows in the alley around you. “We need to get this book somewhere safe, and uh, yeah, I think my place is pretty safe.”

Matt gently leans his forehead against yours, an exhalation leaving his nose in an amused puff of air. “Yeah, totally safe, that's uh… a really good plan.”

You can't wait. You want to get him back to your apartment and kiss him some more, and... maybe other things...

You can't help yourself, angling your head and kissing him again. He's such a fucking good kisser. It's starting to rain. You should really get a cab.

“We should get a cab.” Matt eventually says for you, still focussed on kissing along your jaw to the spot just below your ear and then making his way down your neck as your legs feel like they're about to give out from the bliss you're feeling.

“Mmhm!” is about all you manage before he's guiding you back towards the wet main street and hailing a taxi. Once you're in and it pulls away, you put your hand into your purse, rummaging around and then winding down the window to throw something out.

“Hey, what was that?” Matt asks as you roll the window up and lean into him in the back seat.

“Frank's number.” you reply.

“You sure you don't need that?” Matt checks.

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure.” you smile.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x fem!reader #i want to take him home and kiss him silly

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vampsquerade · 2 years ago

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CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE US HARD DOM KÖNIG WITH A FEMALE READER i just need that big hunk of man meat to dominate me- dies

DOM KÖNIG YES I LIVE FOR DOM KÖNIG SO FUCKING MUCH UGHHHH I WANT HIM TO CRUSH MY HEAD WITH HIS THIGHS AND BICEPS UGHHHAVBAHSHSH THANKS ANON I KINDA WENT WILD WITH IT

(also pls forgive there might be some annoying mistranslations istg i’m learning german i promise also sorry for not answering dms and stuff you’re gonna have to give me a minute cause i’m very prone to anxiety after being off my meds for a bit)

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König x Female!Reader: Royalty’s Cruelty

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, smut, rough sex, dom!könig, sub!reader, spanking, bondage, fingering, orgasm denial, degradation, asphyxiation, aftercare

Wanton and loud cries of pleasure for your beloved military boyfriend fell from your lips each and every time his large, callous hands came into contact with the skin of your ass. “I thought I warned you about what would happen if you teased me while I was on a mission—you know damn well you deserve this kind of punishment.” König scolds venomously, pure malice and sadism dripping as he speaks. “I-I’m sorry!” you cry out as his hand smacks loudly against your skin once more. “Halt deine Hurenmaul! I don’t want to hear you telling me you’re sorry!” He commands. Tears stream down your face pathetically, whimpering in pain as he stops momentarily. “The very knee you’re bent over is the same one I use to kill my enemies—do you want to hear just how exactly it is that I do it?” he says coldly.

“H-Hah…~ What do you do to them with this knee..?” you ask softly, not wanting to further incur his wrath. König’s hand then tightly grips at your flesh with the strength of a hawk’s talons, making your severely sore ass sting even more. A sob emits from you, turning your head slightly so you can look up at him, “I snap their spines and necks on here…I even go so far as to cave their heads in…” He says in a chilling tone, chuckling darkly. His eyes are shrouded with the mists of sadism, relishing in the sight of you pathetically bent over his knee. “Now tell me—just because you’re my cute little liebling, do you think I should offer any semblance of mercy to you? Do you think you really deserve it even after I warned you?”

You hesitate on what to say, swallowing your saliva hard. Your mind is racing as you try and get a hold of yourself as you hear just how evil König’s voice sounded. “Don’t make me impatient, liebling. Your punishment is just starting and you know how much I hate wasting my time.” König warns. Body tensing in anticipation, you just nod, “N-No…not even I deserve your mercy…I willingly put myself into this position…” You whimper softly, yelping loudly once he begins to fondle your flesh. “Good girl—not even my liebling deserves my mercy…” König says. His hand then travels off your ass and to your dripping cunt, gently stroking his hand from your clit down to your core that twitches with each and every movement.

“Mmpf..!~ König…~” you moan softly, not even able to hold yourself back. “I don’t think I gave you permission to speak. Not a single sound is to fall from those whorish lips of yours—you don’t want it to get worse.” König seethes. He then fully pulls your panties down and discards them somewhere across the floor, his gloved fingers then letting go of your ass and continuing to tease your dripping cunt. You bite your lip and smack your hand over your mouth, letting his large gloved fingers continue its work against your clit. “Unless that’s exactly what you want…” König whispers. You can hear the sickeningly malicious chill in his voice before he speaks again, “Want me to show you just how ruthless and unrelenting I can be? Does that thought excite you?”

You hesitate, unsure if you’ve been given permission to speak, so you nod your head sheepishly. Behind his sniper’s hood, you can just see how excited he is about this. You could see the sadistic smile he always gives whenever you misbehave; it’s a pleasantly frightening sight when you get the chance to see it. You practically drip more at the imagination you have, biting your lip harder as you stare up at him. “You do? Mein Gott, you really are a degenerate…to think I'd never imagine seeing someone as sweet and as caring as you to be into this kind of thing…” König breathes, degrading you. His hand then stops what it’s doing, as he brings his fingers up to inspect them. His eyes seemingly squint even more out of pure delight as his sadistic smile only widens.

“But yet here you are—bent over my knee and getting wet at the thought of me absolutely ravaging you…proving me wrong to think you would never be so depraved…” He chuckles, licking his gloves clean, “Such a naughty, naughty girl…” König then pulls his glove off with his sharp teeth after bringing it under his hood. He then spits it out of his mouth, and puts his hand back in between your legs. Now feeling his warm hand right up against you instead of the gloves, it makes you shiver at the sensation of skin touching skin. You try to moan as his middle finger strokes up and down your even wetter cunt, eyes screwing shut to focus on keeping yourself quiet as his finger drags itself up and down. “So wet…You have no idea just how addictive it is to watch you squirm and try to keep yourself quiet.” König purrs.

His middle finger soon dips inside of you and you can’t help but clench around him. Your eyes open wide at the feeling and it just gets harder for you to keep quiet. Agonizingly slow, König begins to pull his finger out before pushing it back into you with enough force to drive you crazy already. Your bottom lip was bleeding from how hard you were biting it, keeping yourself as quiet for as long as you can. You huffed out a puff of air with every other breath each time he teased you, pushing his fingers in a little faster with little effort before slowing back down. The limit was getting closer and closer every single time but right when you were going to reach it you were forcefully pulled away in an aggressive manner. And not even realizing, you had let out a loud whine from your bitten lips behind your mouth.

König stops his fingers after having just added a second one inside of you. The air becomes so thick it’s hard to breathe; either because of that, or because his other hand was gripped tightly around your throat. “Ich habe dich verdammt noch mal gewarnt – jetzt wirst du unter den Konsequenzen leiden, du dreckiger Degenerierter.” König seethes in a tone you had never heard before. Suddenly, you were lifted up by his right hand’s vice grip around your throat before he lightly let you go once you were safely over the mattress. “You had better appreciate me not downright slamming you onto the bed. That’s going to be the only time I’m nice to you tonight—I’ll fuck you until the only thing that’s on your mind is your broken obedience.” König seethes.

The towering man then climbs over you and rips off your bra before pulling you up by the nape of your neck. “Do you really want this? Once we do this,” his striking blue eyes hold bolts of lightning within them as he stares you in the eyes, “you can’t go back ever again,” König warns you. Though it doesn’t sound like it, he seems to be offering one last chance to save yourself from the wrath that’s coming. More intrigued at just what is in store, you decide to just open up Pandora’s Box. “I do…” you mumble. König then lets go of your neck and pushes you back down on the mattress. Sitting atop your abdomen, he unbuckles his belt and removes it from the loops in one swift motion.

He’s quiet and focused, gripping both your wrists tight before putting them between the bars of the headboard. König then tightly wraps his belt around them, “No escape for you, little rabbit—you’re all helpless and exposed for the big hunter. Aren’t you excited?” he asks. Feeling a sense of genuine fear, you can’t help but whimper softly. “Oh, don’t be so scared all of a sudden,” König chuckles, getting off of you to undo the button to his pants as well as his zipper, “you asked for this.” He then lifts your legs up and closes them, pushing them up to your chest. “As much as I’d love to fuck those cute thighs, I’ll settle for what you’ve got right,” König says as he pushes in already, making you cry out for him, “here.” he growls as he forces himself inside you.

You expected it to hurt because of how big he is except this time around, the pain makes you moan loudly. “A-Ah!~” you cry out. “You filthy degenerate…just listen to how loud you’re moaning for me already. Do it some more—let me hear you scream for me.” König demands. His large hands grip your calf and thigh on each of your legs tightly as he pulls himself out just so he’s barely inside of you. He doesn’t even look at you when you stare at him with wide eyes and shaking your head no; he’s purely driven by the desire to show you just how ruthless he can be with you if you misbehave. König disregards your silent pleads before pushing back in. “Mmpf!~” You moan, biting your bottom lip hard for a moment before opening your mouth again.

Each harsh thrust from him gets you a loud groan and growl, as he feels you convulse and quiver beneath him. Your eyes roll back slightly as the pain now completely subsides as the way he thrusts his massive cock in and out of you over and over again. “Tell me…how does it feel, little rabbit?” König asks. You try to look at him, but once the tip of his cock starts hitting your cervix you can’t even respond. He then strikes your thigh hard, forcing you to pay attention, “I thought I fucking asked you a question. “How does it feel, little rabbit?’” he seethes. You cry out, eyes rolling back down to look at him, “Feels so good!~ God—König!~ I already feel so close..~” you moan loudly. “Oh do you now?” König asks before laughing maniacally. His thrusts are no longer as fast as they were, much slower and more forceful.

He built you up so high and forced you back down, making you whimper and whine. “I’m not done with you quite yet. Hold it the fuck in.” König says. You whimper and whine even more now, and König appears to be getting annoyed by it. He then leans forward and as punishment, decides to only lightly grind himself against you before then wrapping a tight hand around your throat. You strain to breathe now, his crushing grip once directed to your legs has now focused on your throat. “Moan like this—I want to watch you writhe and squirm before you lose consciousness.” König says as he continues to grind into you. Even like this he manages to be forceful, his tip still rubbing right up against your cervix. This alongside the vice grip he had on your throat, it was just driving you further into the stars, moaning louder and louder despite rapidly losing consciousness.

Your eyes start to flutter shut as a dark vignette begins to surround the corners of your vision. Before you could pass out, König’s hand comes up and shakes you to make you come back. “Keep your eyes open. Breathe for now before I crush your trachea again.” he threatens. You nod, regaining your breath as best you could before he started again. “Güt?” He asks, his hand creeping up to grip your throat against. “Y-Yes…” you mumble softly. “Louder.” he says as he slowly begins to apply pressure. “Yes!” you exclaim much louder. “You’re very obedient—maybe I should let you see my face, ja? Or do you prefer the sniper’s hood while I’m deep inside you, pounding away at you like you mean absolutely nothing to me?” König asks as he starts choking you again.

“K-Keep it on…” You strain as his hand crushes your trachea. “Filthy whore…” König growls as he starts thrusting into you harder and faster than he was before. You wail and cry out on pleasure, being able to slightly breathe a little better as you do since he wasn’t choking you too hard. That previous build up to an orgasm was coming dangerously close, as you stared pathetically into König’s sharp blue eyes pierced into your own. Behind the sniper’s hood, his jaw was clenched tight as he growled deep within his chest and throat. His breathing was heavy, focused on just finally pushing you over the edge. “Want to cum, little rabbit?” He asks, unrelenting with his thrusts. It seems König was already at the edge himself, and wanted to finally get over it with you.

“Y-Yes! Please…please let me cum, König! I-I promise I won’t misbehave or be disobedient ever again!” you moan loudly as König’s grip on your throat becomes tight once again. “Then cum…cum for me…” König growls softly. As if right at his command, you scream his name so loud that it manages to catch him by surprise. His hips stutter as you start to cling to him tightly and he spills himself deep inside with a soft moan of your name. The two of you stay like this, catching your breath as your bodies seemingly melt into each other now. “Fuck…are you okay..? Did I hurt you too badly? I’m so sorry if I went overboard today…” König apologizes, breaking the silence. Seeing his demeanor change completely like this, it just filled your heart with a warmth you’d always held for him.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be really sore tomorrow…” you say softly, laughing breathlessly. König’s hands begin to gently caress your legs as he pressed gentle kisses against your calves. He pulls himself out of you slowly, sighing contentedly once he watches a bit of his semen drip out of you. “You did really good today…I’m so proud of you for holding it together…I’m still really sorry if it hurt…do you need water? A massage? I’ll give you anything to make sure the slaps and spanks I gave you earlier…would ice also help?” König suggests, praising you for how well you did. “Maybe a nice shower with my big boyfriend would be much more helpful…I feel so sticky.” you day, laughing softly. “And don’t be worried about hurting me too hard—if it was too much for me, I would’ve used our safe word. You did fine, alright? Don’t feel guilty about it. I love you, and I trust you, König.” You reassure, giving him a pleasant smile.

König nods before then removing his sniper’s hood, tossing it somewhere in your shared room. He puts your legs down to properly kiss you, his hand that once held a crushing grip on your neck now gently and lovingly strokes your cheek. You kiss him back, smiling softly as you bring your own hand up to caress his as he gently holds onto your face. After a bit, he pulls away and peppers your jaw, face, and neck in little kisses. “Ich liebe dich, kleines Kaninchen…” he whispers softly against the crook of your neck. “I love you too…now let’s go take a shower. We can come back and cuddle for as long as we need to,” you say, tilting your head downwards to kiss the top of his head. “O-Okay…I’ll carry you and make sure to hold you up, I don’t want to risk you falling over and getting hurt.” König says, giving you a soft smile.

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