#shaun sipos smut

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★ nsfw alphabet ❥ D. O'DONNELL.

PAIRING ➻ David O'Donnell x Fem!reader.

AUTHORS NOTE ➻ the header has me screaming honestly, he's JUST SO 😩🤭 this was both fun and challenging to write, hope you guys enjoy it 😉😁

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

Aftercare (what they’re like after the act?)

❥ he's an absolute sweetheart. you need water? already on his way to get a glass. need a bath? already running and almost full. need a massage to relax your sore muscles? say less.

❥ if the sex was particularly rough, or maybe he said certain things that were a little on the edge, he'll be the sweetest man ever afterwards, holding you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair.

Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers?)

❥ he is most definitely a tits man. he just l o v e s your tits so much. doesn't matter how small or large, he loves them SO much.

❥ he's always been a tits man, but one day when you were wearing the most flattering shirt, he realised just how much he loves your tits. safe to say, he bought you a few extras of that shirt after he showed you just how much he liked it ;).

Cum (anything that has to do with it)

❥ L O V E S to cum all over your tits. we've established how he's a tits man, he absolutely looses it when he cums all over them.

❥ he also LOVES to cum inside you if you allow it, but nothing beats shooting his load a l l over your tits.

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

❥ secretly really enjoys being tied or cuffed to the bedframe as you either go down on him or ride him. throw in a blindfold as you tease the shit out of him with barely there touches or licks, oh boy he's in for a great time.

Experience (do they know what they’re doing?)

❥ definitely has plenty of experience. in the show people make a few comments on how he's had a lot of past lovers/flings, so we know he's got plenty of experience ;).

Favorite position

❥ in order — 1. cowgirl. he LOVES bouncing you up and down in his lap, his face in your tits. 2. missionary. loves watching your expressions closely as they morph into pure pleasure. also loves being able to burry his face into the crook of your neck. 3. doggy style. pretty self explanatory really, loves roughly pulling your ass flush against his front, watching himself disappear inside you. also loves to occasionally pull back your hair ;).

Goofy (how serious are they?)

❥ it really depends on the situation before hand — he can be really serious, yet he can also be light hearted and sweet. i think he can pretend to be really serious, but on a base line i think this man could never be 100% serious.

Hair (grooming habits)

❥ definitely clean shaven down there. light hair covers his chest and fades out to barely anything on his stomach. also has relatively thick happy trail starting at his belly button. light hair also covers his arms, slightly thicker hair covering his legs.

Intimacy (in the moment are they more romantic or more rough/dirty?)

❥ once again, it depends on the situation before hand — he can be super sweet, gentle and romantic — but he can also be really dirty and rough about it, man handling and mocking you until he gets what he wants — or guiding you with the gentlest touch and sweet words.

Jack off (do they masturbate and how often?)

❥ definitely jerks off a fair bit. especially while you two are together and he gets heated while you're away — he's definitely jerking off a lot. is also absolutely down for mutual masturbation ;).

Kink (kinky things they like doing/having done)

❥ k n i f e k i n k. he LOVES (only if you're okay with it.) fucking you with his switchblade against your throat. or dragging the blade down from your throat till your stomach, making you shiver under his touch..

❥ definitely also has a thing for formal clothes — seeing you all dressed up in a fancy dress and stockings sends him into an absolute f r e n z y.

❥ scratch. marks. he LOVES to have his back covered in scratch marks. loves the slight sting of them the next day, and loves being reminded of you in that way, in pure ecstasy, scratching at his back as he fucks you.

Location (where they like to get it on?)

❥ literally anywhere. against the counter, on the table, bent over the couch — anywhere. though he'll say that he doesn't have a preference, he definitely loves you on top of him on the couch.

Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

❥ so much honestly. teasing him about things, bending over to pick something up, wearing cute little dresses or skirts. also goes into a frenzy when you apply your lipstick in a certain way, he doesn't know why it gets him going, all he knows is that he either wants to fuck your lips are kiss them.

❥ also get unbelievably hot and bothered when you're having clever moment, say you work with him and you go on a rant pointing out a bunch of things he missed and it all suddenly clicks, he wants to pounce you right then and there.

No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

❥ intentionally hurting you would be a definite no. he may have an absolute knife kink, but if he accidentally nicks you he would immediately stop and take care of the wound and relentlessly ask if you're okay.

❥ anal is also a definite no. not a finger, not a toy goes down there.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

❥ loves, loves, LOVES going down on you. cannot get enough of it, and if you allow him — he'll spend the whole day eating away between your thighs.

❥ i feel like he's more a giver than a receiver, but he absolutely would not turn you down if you went down on him. he loses his shit when you go down on him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

❥ definitely prefers a relatively fast pace, but depending the mood is absolutely not opposed to slow and deep. he can definitely last a while before he cums — though if it's been a while since the last time you went at it, he will definitely not last as long as usual, merely happy to finally be in you again.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies, or taking their sweet time?)

❥ definitely prefers taking his time, but also absolutely loves quickies — loves taking you up against the front door before he leaves for work, or in the bathroom at a bar before going back out to drink and join your friends, or fucking you up against your vanity just before the two of you go to work, as the way you applied your lipstick got him going.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things?)

❥ he loves to stick to what he knows, but if you come up to him and ask to try something knew, he could never say no to you. unless it's something he absolutely does not want to do.

❥ as for risks — he is absolutely up for risky semi/public sex. got all riled up while out at work? he has no problem taking care of it for you in a public bathroom, or tucked away in an alley.

Stamina (how many times they can go?)

❥ he can FUCK. for a hot minute. depending on how busy his day was he can last anywhere from 2 to 4 rounds — taking small breaks in between. though if the day was long or busy, he can last 1 to 2 at best. he definitely will try to make it more, but usually finds himself too exhausted by the end of the first round or halfway round two.

Toys (do they like using toys on themselves or lovers?)

❥ he's not the biggest fan of using them on you, he much prefers doing everything himself — but he's absolutely not opposed to you using them on yourself. and if you bat your eyes, he might not be opposed to you using them on him ;).

Unfair (do they tease or do they enjoy being teased?)

❥ loves LOVES L O V E S teasing. so damn much. he loves nothing more than to tease you till you're hot and bothered, be it in public, or at home. if he's away for work, and it's not too serious, he will definitely tease the fuck out of you till you're begging him to come home.

Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk during the act?)

❥ i don't think he's really loud, but he definitely pants fairly loud and whines.

❥ depending on the mood and the direction the moment is going he might be more vocal, moaning and groaning more loudly, or mostly just letting you hear his breath catch and his low whimpers in your ear..

❥ definitely talks you through it — praising or degrading you, letting you know how much he loves it, he's got the foulest mouth on him.

Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

❥ loves it when he's wearing a tie and you tug him by it to kiss him — or alternatively, when you're pissed and you tug on it to get your point across. makes him go absolutely insane ;).

Yearning (sexdrive level)

❥ high. so high. anything gets him going honestly. i think once the two of you have properly settled down it'll lessen a little though, and if the two of you were to have kids it wouldn't necessarily lessen, but more be a lower priority than other feelings and needs.

Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after?)

❥ definitely not immediately, aftercare is important to him. he can't find it in him to think about falling asleep before making sure you're okay/cleaning up and taking care of you. if it was a long day and the sex really took it out of him he'll definitely fall asleep quicker. but if it's a relatively relaxed day, it'll take him a little longer.

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★ cyanide makeout ❥ GIOVANNI.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ rough sex ⋆ biting ⋆ scratching ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv sex ⋆ mention of blood and alcohol ⋆ creampie ⋆ kind of toxic relationship ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➻ Giovanni (Lost Dream 2009) x fem!reader.

WC ➻ 1,2K. SONG ➻ enjoy the silence, depeche mode.

SUMMARY ➻ One of Giovanni's hands would be around your neck. A sign of dominance, a place of risk, maybe even a threat. The other hand would be on your ribcage, his finger burrowing already forming bruises. Soreness would label itself in your skin when his teeth would take its place on your breast.

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

Moans drawn out into the empty space and rotting ceilings. His dorm on campus seemed like an abandoned hole where junkies would rest their heads at night.

The walls were chipping at each touch that was engrained onto it. layer upon layer of paint, aggressively applied and applied.

Each time you were in this dorm, you couldn't help but draw out every detail inside of your brain. The right and left side of your mind could barely process if Giovanni actually lived here, or if this was some kind of bizarre acid trip.

A sharp, harsh thrush would snap you out of your train of thought.

The last thing you should be thinking about was the small mistakes that this hellhole had.

You weren't bored of the sex, sometimes each faulty trait would throw you in a circle of thoughts. Yet, the continuous sharp thrusts would continue to smack you out of it.

Jump back to the spasms circling inside of your pelvic muscle.

One of Giovanni's hands would be around your neck. A sign of dominance, a place of risk, maybe even a threat.

The other hand would be on your ribcage, his finger burrowing already forming bruises. Soreness would label itself in your skin when his teeth would take its place on your breast.

A gnash of the teeth, would make you yelp.

Out of shock? No.

Out of fear? No.

Out of arousal? Yes.

His fingers would leave your ribs, allowing you to take a deep breath without the strict pain against the bones that your lungs hid behind.

At first, your hands would be gripping on his shoulder. But, with the faster and sloppier thrusts, knowing he was near. Your palms would fall to grip his hips and ass, nails leaving half-moon marks into his tailbone.

Skin smacking against skin echoed against each crack of the walls. If anyone else was in the dorm beside you, they'd hear each groan and moan with a slam of the bedframe.

"Go faster." You'd say.

"Go harder." You'd add.

He didn't hold back when you requested sexual favors. Maybe Giovanni was surprised you could even muster out a few words. You'd start to lose your voice with the speed his hips would throw against yours. Moans of ecstasy only gave him the stamp of approval with how good he was fucking you.

Was he fucking you?

Was he making love to you in the hardest way?

There'd be a twitch inside of you, warm fluids spilling in you. You wouldn't be surprised, at times he wouldn't bother wearing a condom. In cases like these, you wouldn't cum much. You'd worry about the pregnancy scares you'd embark on in the future.

Except, something about this turned you on, which led up the spasms slowly making its way from your stomach, to your pelvis, and finally to your legs. Your orgasm felt like a seizure with how hard you came, your hips thrusting forward as he was still inside of you.

Even when he became soft, he had a more than impressive size.

You arched upwards, feeling his paint stained fingers place themselves on the lower part of your back.

He pulled out, and soon his seed followed. Your after-orgasm would be interrupted as his bruised arm would loop behind your back, replacing where his fingers were and with one scoop, you'd be sitting on his lap. You weren't ecstatic about the sudden action, feeling his once-hard cock brush your lips. There'd be an expectation of harshness after sex, he'd soon push you off of him and continue to insult you out of the dorm. For a moment, there was a lack of ignorance between the two of you.

Was this just sex?

Something more?

Give me more, I want it all. Bruised knuckles, blood stuck in nails, paint stained hands.

The late nights.

The caved in eye sockets.

The smell of blood and sweat and paint.

Giovanni would lean in, his plump lips were chapped. The skin icing his cracked lips. You went closer to him, soft and cracked lips crashing together. You can taste the salty and sweetness building up in his mouth. The dabs of blood already swirling across your tongue.

The way he tasted made you sappy. This cyanide makeout session meant everything one could ever hope.

Love, hate, love.

The swing of emotions would pass between the both of you.

Snuff me, love me, fuck me, hate me. Repeat.

I despise you.

I think I might love you.

Left and right sides of your brain tried to come up with a solution, but you couldn't. Maybe you didn't want to. In this moment you were perfectly okay with what was happening.

Both of you, still naked, his bruised body beneath you. Your hands would reach up to brush his cheeks, the 5-o'clock shadow feeling like sandpaper to the touch. The rug burn of a feeling turning your chin red.

The both of you played tongues. Eyes shut tight, darkness overtaking the view you two had of one another. There was that taste of cigarettes, blood, and, alcohol. It was toxic to the taste. A poisoning mixture of flavors. This man was your tumor, a cocaine taste on your gums.

The kissing came to a halt. You pulled away but you kept your eyes closed. Afraid what you would see once you opened them.

A flare would replace the open silence. Sizzling then filling in the gaps.

An inhale.

Then exhale.

Cigarettes after sex.

You'd breathe in the toxins, allowing it to build tar inside of you.

Eyes would open, meeting quickly with his bright blue, yet dull ones.

Nothing would be said between the two of you, still unclothed, his huff and puff of the cancer between his fingers.

Neither of you made an effort to talk first. And you didn't mind it.

You didn't mind it at all.