#smutttish

[impala-dreamer]

Okay, okay, but Beka... John finding out you went on a hunt on your own when you were supposed to be keeping safe. You aced it and he's proud, but you broke the rules, and he's gonna have to punish you...

Promise

Season One

John x Reader

841 Words

Warnings: D/s Relationship. Punishment. Fluff.

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Headlights flashed over the car, illuminating his dark eyes as they shot daggers through the rear view mirror. He always made you sit in the back when he was angry. It was just the beginning of your punishment, and you kept your mouth shut at the degrading seating arrangement, lest it bring you anymore of his wrath. 

John had told you to stay back, to wait until he returned from his hunt, but it was just a simple Salt and Burn. You were a hunter, damnit. It wasn’t like you couldn’t take care of yourself; you knew what you were doing, he had to start trusting you more. Anyway, it had gone great and you would have made it home before he even realized you were gone, but the engine on your purloined Volvo overheated in the middle of nowhere and you had no choice but to call him for a pickup. 

He turned into the motel parking lot and your heart began to race. You knew what you were in for, and while it did excite you a little, it still hurt that you had disappointed him so. You wanted him to be happy, not angry with you, and the fact that he’d been silent the entire drive home nearly killed you. 

John opened your door and you kept your head down as you walked to the room. 

He said not a word as he let you in, reaching around to unlock the door and pop it open for you. 

“Get in.” His voice was calm but heavy and you obeyed instantly, entering the room and standing in the middle of the rug. The door closed behind you, slamming shut with a rush of wind. “Strip.”

You kept your eyes to the ugly carpet as you peeled away your soiled clothes, dust from the grave you’d dug falling to the floor in little plumes of gray and brown. 

“On your knees.” His echo pushed through your bones and your knees buckled, taking you downward.

Naked and a little nervous, you assumed your punishment position, toes curled under painfully, ass resting on your heels, hands clasped behind your head. A shiver ran down your spine as your felt John walk around you, inspecting, deciding where to begin. 

“You know what you did wrong, don’t you?” he asked, standing directly behind you. 

Your voice cracked as you replied. “Yes, Sir. I went out when you told me to stay put.” 

John opened his belt; you heard the soft clink of metal as his buckle was opened, the slide of leather through denim hoops. “I do these things, I give you these rules so you’ll stay safe. You understand, girl?” 

You nodded quickly but answered as well. “Yes, Sir. I’m very sorry.” 

He curled the buckle around his fist, winding the leather tight. “I don’t believe you.” 

“I’m sorry that I disobeyed you, Sir. I wanted to show you that I can hunt and make you proud.” 

There was a pause, and the air seemed to shift. Suddenly, John was in front of you, reaching down to lift your chin with two calloused fingers. Your eyes opened and he smiled sweetly. 

“I’m very proud of you, Y/N,” he said softly. “You did good out there.” He bent and kissed your forehead gently before dropping his fingers and standing up straight, towering over you with the makeshift belt whip in his hands. “But you still disobeyed. Hands on the bed.”

The first crack of the belt was the hardest, stinging both cheeks and a little of your right thigh, but soon it all blended into one pain that sank deep inside of your being. It rolled through you and you absorbed it all, his punishment, his protection, his control. 

Your pussy was dripping by the time he finished, and John lifted you into the bed to lay with him, soothing your lashes with cool lotion from his bag. 

“You alright, Princess?” he asked, fingers massaging your backside. 

“Yes, Sir. I’m OK.” You turned your face to him and smiled. “Sorry I went out. I just… I get bored cooped up here and I want to help. I can help.” 

He laughed at your insistence and kissed your lips gently. “Fine,” he sighed, running his hand through your hair. “How about next case, you ride shotgun with me?” 

Your heart leapt. “You mean it?” 

He licked his lips and grinned, dimples popping. “I do.”

Pain be damned, you were so happy that you rolled over on top of him, kissing him deeply and wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m so happy, I can’t wait!”

John laughed and set his hands on your bare hips, thumbs carving circles in your soft flesh as his cock swelled beneath you. “You are gonna listen to me. Especially on the road.” 

“I promise. No more disobeying.” You kissed him hard again, loving the scratch of his stubbled chin against yours. 

John’s hands roamed your body, restaking his claim on every inch of you. “There’s my good girl.”

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[moopiestuffs]

`` Childe/tartaglia

-smutttish? Female reader

-idk onlyfans:

modern au I think

your fingers buried deep in your cunt, you moaning and whimpering as you scissored yourself. you could feel your high creep up to you and you release with a loud moan.

"thank you finshmonger20." you said looking at your screen as someone donates $15. You clean yourself up, "that's all for today, I think the next stream would be the same time next week! you end the livestream as you fall back onto your bed and let sleep envelop you.

~~~~~

"hey." you hear your friend call from behind.

"yeah childe?"

"we still on for tonight?"

"yeah, bring your laptop."

-you and childe were gaming buddies, you spent almost every night together on your laptops in your room.

~~~~~

"dammit, I didn't see that coming!" you yell at your screen as the game brought you back to the lobby.

you lean back into your chair, childe sitting opposite you. "one more round?" he asks.

"ugh no, I'm tired. you play yourself." you say slightly irritated, standing up and falling onto your bed making yourself comfortable, childe comes over and sits himself down beside you.

"say, y/n, I've been wanting to speak to you about something."

you lift your eyebrow at him, and he continues.

"do you run an onlyfans?"

your eyes widen, no one was supposed to know. besides, you don't even show your face on camera, how could he have known?

"I recognised your nails." he said looking down at your purple painted nails.

"oh." you frowned.

"please don't tell the others?" you pouted putting on your best puppy face.

"that's not going to work with me, you know that."

you groan and roll your eyes, glaring at him. "so what, you're going to expose me?"

"no. I have an offer to make."

"huh?"

"you let me onto your onlyfans, and I'll keep it a secret."

"you mean what exactly?" you were confused. he could only mean two things, taking portion of the money you made or..

"we become an onlyfans couple."

"what?? you mean I let you-"

"yes, y/n. I mean that." his mouth turned up into a smirk.

you didn't have much objections, it was a good idea really, childe didn't look half bad, and you could make more money so, what's there to object to?

"yeah fine whatever."

"great." he grinned. "every Thursday night right?"

"you've been tuning in."

"yeah captain obvious, how did you think I recognised you?" he said lightly, kicking back and lying on your bed beside you.