#spicy smut

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Mine, All Mine

Uncle Ezra x virgin f reader

Warnings: Noncon! Unclecest (they are not blood related!) virginity loss, p in v, heavy use of the word kiddo (idk it was doing it for me), filming, uhhh yea I don’t want to say too much so it doesn’t get spoiled. I’d say this is more on the dark side of things so be cautious, you are in charge of your own self and what you read. If it bothers you, stop reading it(:

A/n: this one’s for my love, @bonezone44 ! This literally came from a post they made lol also go check out their Uncle Ezra! It’s the best! (Also if you do/have read hers, maybe you’ll notice a lil Easter egg in mine lol) Enjoy babes! Also Happy Valentine’s Day!😘😘😘

Word count: 4222

Not edited or beta’d (Rad had looked over like half the story so I guess kinda beta’d lol)

It’s the middle of summer and it’s already hotter than Satan’s balls outside. You’re off work today and doing your best to enjoy the day but you’ve found yourself melted to the couch with a fan blasting on high, wearing your shortest shorts and a tank top. Your dad left hours ago for work, he probably won’t be back until much later tonight giving you the whole house to yourself.

You’ve gotten lost in a marathon of Law and Order SVU when you hear a knock on the door. Scrunching your face, confused as to who could be at the door, you get up to go answer it.

Opening the door reveals your Uncle Ezra standing outside, wearing basketball shorts and an old tshirt with the sleeves cut off so his sides are showing, exposing hot, tanned skin.

“Hey kiddo your dad home? I hada to come by to grab a few things.”

You gulp nervously, he isn’t your actual uncle but he’s been your dads best friend since they were kids so he’s considered like an uncle to you. Except ever since you hit eighteen he’s been more touchy, saying extremely sexual things in your ear whenever he’s around. You know it’s wrong, you hate that he does it but a part of you can’t help but like it. You like the dirty things he says, like the way his hand brushes against your ass when he walks by. When you went off to college and moved out you never expected you’d have to move back in with your dad after graduating. Unfortunately life comes at you hard. And ever since you came back home, Ezra has been even more of a menace.

“N-no sorry he’s at work. Um you can come back later.” You say with a stutter as you try to shut the door.

Ezra’s hand shoots out stopping the door from shutting,

“That’s okay kiddo I can wait. Let your old uncle Ezra in sweetie.” He says back with a sly grin on his face, his eyes darkening with mischief.

“O-okay come in.”

“Come in what?”

“Come in uncle Ezra.” You reply with a dry throat.

“Ah there it is. Ya know I like it when you call me uncle Ezra sweetie. It’s good manners and all.”

He walks in through the door, closing it behind him as you turn to walk back to the couch and sit down with your legs under you, leaned against the side cushion. You shiver, now painfully aware of how little clothing you have on now that he’s here. Ezra plops down right next to you, his legs spread as he puts his arm behind you on the back of the couch. You try to swallow, blinking a few times in quick succession.

“Whatcha watching kiddo?”

“Um just law and order. It’s a marathon.” You respond.

Ezra lifts the arm that was behind you and brings it forward, slapping your thigh lightly before rubbing the spot he hit,

“You okay sweetie? Seem kinda off? Is it a boy? Huh? It’s okay talk to uncle Ez. This boy treating you right? Making you feel good?”

Your mouth starts to open and then close as you try to find your voice, “N-no boy uncle Ezra. I-I’m fine. I promise.”

Ezra smiles at you as his hand starts to go up higher on your thigh before stopping and rubbing his thumb back and forth at the top of your thigh.

“Ya know since your daddy ain’t home I’ve been wanting to have this chat with you. Now I know you’re all grown up on me but you should know about men and their needs. But also your own needs sweetie,” he leans in closer so his lips are close to your ear, “Pretty girls like you have pretty pussies and those pretty pussies get wet and needy. Gotta make sure she is properly cared for kiddo. Cant have ya out here dripping and desperate for just any cock. You needa real man.” His low voice sending shivers down your spine. Ezra rubs his nose up and down your neck, right behind your ear.

“S-stop please.”

Ezra pulls back, “Stop? Sweetie I’m just trying to help ya here. I only want the best for ya.” A look of confusion and hurt covers his face.

“I- I want you to stop Uncle Ezra. I know what your doing and I don’t like it. Please stop.”

Ezra sighs real loud, “Okay kiddo. Whatever you say. I’m just trying to look out for ya. I’ll back off.” He takes his hand off your thigh and puts both hands up as he sinks back into the couch, still sitting right next to you. His hands laying down on his open lap.

You swallow thickly before you find the courage to get up,

“I think I’m gonna go read in my room. Feel free to change the channel while you wait.” You announce before heading to the stairs to up to your room.

Once you close your bedroom door behind you, you let out a deep sigh. Taking another breath as though you’ve been holding your breath this entire time. You hate that he feels so comfortable acting so bold. You wished he’d just leave.

It’s been a couple of hours and you’ve been absolutely lost in your own world, reading a new book you’d just gotten. Laying on your bed with your leg propped up against your bent knee as you lay on your back, the perfect reading position. You’re almost to the end when you hear a soft knock on your door as it’s pushed open.

“Hey kiddo just wanted to come check on ya. Wanted ya to have some alone time you seemed a little off earlier.” Ezra says as he walks in and sits on your bed. You sit up straight with your legs criss cross applesauce already feeling a pit in your stomach.

“I- I’m fine uncle Ezra. You didn’t have to check on me.”

“Now I know I didn’t have too but I was worried. You’re like my little girl, you know how much I love ya.” He gives you a soft smile, you can tell he’s trying to put you at ease but all he’s done is make you even more uncomfortable.

Ezra’s eyes flicker over to your nightstand where he sees a sliver of bright pink,

“Well well well what do we have here?” His eyes narrowing in on the object as he reaches forward and pulls out your dildo.

Your cheeks flush, embarrassment washes over you as you grab his wrist that’s connected to the hand now holding your toy,

“Leave that alone! That’s mine!”

“Aht don’t tell me what to do little girl. Now do you mind explaining to me what the hell you’re doing with a plastic cock? I thought my little sweet pea was a virgin. Don’t look like a virgin with this.” He says as he shakes your girthy 7 inch bright pink dildo in your face.

“I am a virgin! And it’s none of your business! Gimmie!” Now you’re fed up, you lunge forward, grabbing at the toy once again only for Ezra to yank it away as his free hand grabs your face, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.

“Cut the bullshit little girl, ain’t no way this cunt ain’t been touched if your shoving this fucking thing inside ya,” his eyes leave yours and look down at the toy and back at you, a sly smirk blooming on his face.

“Nah see what’s gonna happen now is I’m gonna see for myself how much of a dirty fucking whore you’ve become.”

He releases your face and immediately you drop your face into your chest, scared to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to curl into yourself and vanish.

“Please don’t. Just leave me alone. Please.” You beg him quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Ezra puts his hand on the back of your neck and squeezes, making you look up at him,

“Nuh uh. You wanna be a slut? Then you’re gonna take a real man’s fucking cock like the good girl you are and like it.” He says with a sneer.

Your eyes are big, filled with tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never been with anyone sexually before. You’ve never even used that dildo, you only have it because your friend gave it to you as a gag gift and now you fear your uncle Ezra is gonna be your first and you don’t get a say in it.

“Please uncle Ezra, I - I don’t want it. I - I’ve never had sex I swear.” Your lip quivering as you continue to beg him not to follow through on his word.

“Oh kiddo don’t be scared. It’s me, your uncle Ez,” he says condescendingly as he leans forward, so close your noses touch, “I’m gonna fuck this sweet virgin pussy. I’ll make it good for you baby. Make sure she creams all over my cock so much you’ll beg for more.”

Tears start falling down your face, a deep fear spreading through your body like a cancer. A fear your pussy seems immune too as you feel yourself clench around nothing in excitement.

“Now lay on back like a good girl baby. Go on.” Ezra urges you as he lets go of your neck and pushes your shoulder back gently. As scared as you are, you also know how much you do secretly enjoy the attention and the touches you get from him. You bite your lip nervously as your back hits the pillows behind you.

Ezra grabs your calf and uncrosses your legs as he bends forward. His face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clothed slit as he takes in a deep breath.

“You smell so sweet kiddo.” He says looking up at you before glancing back down, “looks like someone’s excited to meet me.” He said with a smirk as he brings his hand up, taking his thumb and swiping up from the bottom of your slit up, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He slowly rubs a few circles on your clit, your body lights up from the electric feeling of someone touching you there. You quickly bite your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes closed, trying your hardest to hold back any sign that you like how it feels.

Not paying any attention to you, Ezra pulls your shorts to the side revealing your wet pussy. His brows scrunch as he purses his lips together and lets out a little “oooh”

“She’s even prettier than I imagined honey,” he says before laying a soft kiss on your slit, “seems real happy to meet me too.” He says with a little chuckle. Ezra dives right in, his tongue parting your lips as he licks up and down. Up and down. Swirling his tongue around your entrance before going up to swirl around your clit before he suctions his lips around the little bundle and gives it a few gentle sucks.

The feeling of his mouth on you has you teetering on edge already. You’ve never experienced someone licking you down there before. And it feels so good. A breath moan escapes through your lips before you realize it. Ezra looks up at you when he hears it only to see you with your eyes closed shut and sees you quickly clamp your mouth shut.

“Nu uh kiddo. Open your fucking eyes and watch me,” he says before reaching up and slapping you lightly on the face to get your attention, “fucking rude of ya to do that. Guess I gotta train ya to take cock and to be a good little whore huh?”

You open you eyes, looking down at him. You shake your head no, scared to open your mouth knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak normally.

Ezra looks back down at your pussy as he lowers his hand down. He takes his finger and gently prods your pussy. He pushes a little bit into you before pulling back out, only to push his finger in more and twist.

A whimper escapes your lips this time. His thick finger moving inside of you feels so good you just can’t help it.

“That’s it honey, feels good don’t it? Yea it does,” he slips his finger in all the way continuously moving in and out, twisting as he does so, “She’s opening up for me baby. I think she likes me.” He leans forward again and licks your clit. Looking up at you as he keeps licking and fingering, the sensation’s overwhelming your entire being. He starts sucking your bundle of nerves again, Your head tips back as you give up trying to fight how you feel. Letting out a moan as your hand comes up and grabs your breast and squeezes.

“That’s it baby take em out, play with your nipples for me, gonna feel even better,” he orders before diving back in to lick and suck on your bean.

Doing as he says, you pull your tank top up, revealing your breast as you take one in each hand. Letting yourself feel them, giving them squeezes before you take a nipple in between your fore finger and thumb, pinching the sensitive nub and rolling it between your fingers.

He’s right, you find yourself in ecstasy as you continue to play with yourself as he eats you out.

Ezra’s mouth leaves your heat as he sits up and grabs the dildo. Laying back down in between your legs, he takes the dildo and starts running it up and down gathering your slick on the pink phallus.

“I think she’s ready for more baby what d’ya think?”

Your hands stop what they’re doing as you look down at him with eyes wide with terror. Taking a large gulp you give him a tiny head shake, ‘no’ you mouth.

“Don’t worry baby she’s gonna like this. I’ll kiss it better after.”

He holds the base of the dildo and slowly pushes the top inside your dripping entrance. He manages to get just the tip in and stops pushing in. He slowly twists it side to side as he looks up at you to gauge any pain you might have. You tensed up at the intrusion, your mouth clamped shut with tears forming in your eyes. Ezra leans forward and kisses your sensitive clit, making your hips buck up, chasing his mouth for more. He ever so slightly pushes a little bit more in as he wraps his lips around your bundle of nerves and gives it a little suck. You’re not sure how to feel. The searing pain from the dildo entering you seems to subside and turns into overwhelming pleasure as Ezra continues his assault on your pussy. Soon he pushes the toy all the way in you, all you can do is lay there, writhing in ecstasy as he starts pumping it in and out, switching back and forth between licking and sucking on your stretched cunt.

“Ooohh nngh oh fuck oh fuck Un- Uncle Ezra please - I-I’m close oh fuck I’m gonna -“

White hot pleasure erupts all over, your legs shaking, your body starts to thrash and wiggle as your orgasm takes over. Your brain is on mute, no thoughts, you can barely even remember your own name.

“That’s its kiddo, oh fuck yea I told you she’d like this. Prettiest fucking pussy, got my face fucking soaked baby. Come here”

Ezra stands up, taking the dildo out of you and licking the flared bottom of it before crouching down in front of the mirror that’s next to your bed and sticking it on the mirror.

He stands back up and takes a step and is back at your side. He puts his hand behind your neck. You can feel his fingers work up the base of your skull and grab a handful of your hair. Once he has a good grip, he pulls you up by your hair,

“ Get on your knees baby it’s time you take a real man in those pretty holes of yours.”

Your legs are jelly, you can’t even manage to land on your feet when he pulls you. You roll out of bed and land on your knees on the floor. Your hands shooting out, landing on his leg as you try to keep yourself from face planting.

“Stick out your tongue baby.”

You immediately drop your jaw and stick your tongue all the way out. Your eyes wide looking up at him, without a single thought behind them. Your consumed with this want to do whatever he says, to swallow up any crumb he may leave you in hopes of feeling a smidge of the pure ecstatic pleasure he can give you again.

With his hand still tangled in your hair, his other hand pulls down his shorts. His thick cock springs out, the tip an angry shade of red with precum already leaking out. He is easily the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Way bigger than the dildo you just took. No longer scared of any potential pain he may cause you, instead a pang of desire shoots through your body, you can feel your pussy get even wetter.

He takes himself in his hand and gives his cock a few pumps before guiding it into your open mouth. He isn’t so gentle this time. Instead he’s quick to push his cock down your throat, hitting the back of your throat making you gag on the first entry. Instantly you gag hard, tears fall from your eyes as spit starts to leak from your mouth around his cock. He pulls out and quickly shoves himself back in. Your hands go up, laying on his thighs as he pushes your head down on his cock as he pushes in. Giving you no respite, you quickly learn to breathe through your nose.

“Fuck yea always had a pretty little mouth on ya baby go on, give Uncle Ezra’s dick a good suck. Show me how good my dick tastes baby.”

You try real hard to suck on him as best you could. You cover your teeth with your lips and tighten your lips around him. Sucking on him, moving your tongue around, tracing a vein that went from the base almost up to the tip. Your nose buried in his curls as he holds you down on him.

“Oh kiddo, y’doing so good nngh this mouth is mine honey. Only Uncle Ezra fucks this pretty hole y’hear me? That tight little cunt is mine too.”

You moan around his dick, hearing him claim you as his.

Suddenly Ezra yanks on your hair, sending you back off his dick. He moves out of the way and pulls you forward, causing you to fall on your hands as he continues to pull making you crawl. Once he stops you realize your directly in front of your mirror. More specifically right in front of the dildo that is now sticking to it. He crouches down so his face in close to yours

“Suck on the fake dick now baby Uncle Ezra’s gonna be right behind you, opening up that tight little gash o’yours.”

Your eyes wide as spit trickles down your chin. Ezra leans forward shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with feral enthusiasm, licking into your mouth before taking your tongue between his lips and sucking as he pulls back. A string of spit connects you too as he breaks the kiss he takes a few seconds and just admires how beautiful you are. Hair a mess, spit covered chin, a wild look in your eyes that says you love this. You look throughly wrecked and he’s just getting started. He yanks on your hair one last time and guides you to the dildo where you wrap your lips around it and begin to suck. You look into the mirror and see yourself on all fours, sucking the toy as Ezra stands up behind you and takes his clothes all the way off.

Once naked, Ezra gets back down on his knees behind you. His hands glide over the globes of your ass as he sits back on his legs and just takes in the most beautiful debauched scene in front of him. Taking himself in his hand, he gives himself a few pumps before spitting down onto his dick. He lines himself up and pushes in, he goes slow. Giving you barely just the tip and already he’s letting out this unabashed low groan as his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck baby this is gonna be a tight fit,” he says in a deep lust filled voice, “Don’t worry kiddo Uncle Ezra’s gonna make her purr real nice.”

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit with a quickness. Softly rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself relax completely. Ezra pushes in a little bit more.

He might be immoral but he’s not a complete monster. He knows his pretty little niece is a pure virgin, he’s gonna make this unforgettable. He already knows she’ll come crawling back for more, he thinks to himself as a smirk crosses his face.

“Breathe baby, just breathe. Fuck you feel so good, tight little gash suckin me just right.” He coaches you as he finally pushes all the way in, waiting a few beats before he moves again letting you get used to the stretch.

You feel so full with his cock inside you and the dildo in your mouth. You can’t help but whine as you feel him throb inside of you. You pull off the toy,

“Uh-uncle Ez- Ezra please. Oh p-please move oh fuck I’m so full. . s’good.”

Hearing you moan and beg is all he needs as he starts to move and quickly finds a hard, fast pace.

Your mouth falls open into an O shape as the breath is completely knocked out of you as he starts to really fuck you. It’s too much but at the same time you want more. You’ve never felt euphoria quite like this. You go back to sucking on the toy so you can feel that exquisite full feeling again.

“ Ooh kiddo yea. Fucking hell that’s it baby oh fuck look at you. Got a cock finally inside this little virgin slit and you already need two dicks just to satisfy ya huh? Yea you do. Ho-hold on baby I gotta make sure I never forget this.”

His thrusts slow until he stills inside you as he reaches over to his shorts and pulls out his phone. Once he straightens back up behind you, he opens the camera on his phone and flips it so he sees the debauchery that’s in front of him on his phone.

“Yeaaa that’s it, show the camera how much of a nasty little slut you really are honey. Go on, show em how good your pretty little mouth sucks.”

You should feel shame. Embarrassment. You should beg him to not film you in this lewd act. But you can’t. And won’t. Something about him filming this makes you drip with even more want. Makes you want to do even more depraved, perverted acts with him. Maybe even after, the two of you watch your home movies as you lay in bed.

Ezra holds onto your hip with one hand as the other holds his phone as he drives his throbbing cock back in. He sets an unrelenting pace as he pounds into you.

You’re an absolute mess as you moan around the toy in your mouth.

He chuckles darkly, “Look at my sweet little niece. Letting her dirty old uncle pop her sweet cherry. Nngh oh fuck yea. Perfect fucking pussy squeezing me so tight. Look at my cock hungry little whore. I told you she’d like me baby, she’s so creamy, eating me right up.” His words abruptly ended by a moan he couldn’t help but let out.

“Ff-fuck yea that’s it, Uncle Ezra’s gonna cum in his cunt. It’s mine now baby she’s only gonna take my cock, my cum ya hear? Nnn oh fuck oh fuck let me feel you cum sweetheart, come on”

He reaches back down and quickly rubs circles on your clit and immediately your legs start shaking as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You let out a muffled cry, the toy in your mouth keeps you from yelling very loud.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

Ezra chants and soon you feel him spurt hot cum deep inside you. He stills, cock still buried in your tight heat as he bends down over your back.

Ezra puts his phone down as he holds you for a moment, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and down your back before he pulls himself out of you. You pull off the toy and slump to the side on the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up kiddo. How bout we go get some’ to eat? That sound good baby?”

You look up at him with a smile on your face, “Yea that sounds good.”

Ezra smiles back and with that he helps you up and takes you to the bathroom.

[soubi122]

Giving In - Sano Manjiro

All, I will be super slow in releasing stuff. This one just got finished quicker than the others. :)

Smut, friends to lovers, short stories, one shot. ALL ADULTS - 🚫NO MINORS PLEASE! 🚫

Mikey

It was 2am and you both were still out roaming the streets. Nothing beats riding around in the dead of night to clear your head. He was your closest friend and often your shoulder to lean on. “Can I stay at your place?” You ask him while burying your face into his back. He was zooming down the streets and you didn't want to go home. There was not much waiting for you anyways. “Yeah, but you're sleeping on the couch.” He chuckles and speeds up. 

Arriving at his place, you kicked off your shoes and asked him for a t-shirt.  Here was the drill - change and get ready for bed. But he'd always get changed in front of you to get you all flustered and turn off the lights, allowing you to change in the dark. You'd think he'd be facing the other way but often he'd be facing you - wanting to see how your silhouette moves as you're undressing. Fuck, he couldn't help but palm himself under the sheets. Little did he know that you would purposely stand where the most outside light could be casted, you wanted him to see you. Taking off your bra in the most sensual way just to try and catch his attention. Bending over and slightly arching your back so that the curve of your ass catches the light. Oh if he could just reach out and touch you but.. Mikey was stubborn, he didn't want to make the first move and you knew it. The tension was always there and yet he always left you guessing. You wanted nothing more than to tell him how you feel but would he actually respond to your feelings? 

As Mikey was changing, he noticed how your eyes would shift back and forth between him and the opposite direction. Those defined abs and veins on his arms did wonders for your core. “Like what you see?” He says teasingly and raises his eyebrows suggestively at you. He was a tease. “Shut up and get dressed already!” You snap and turn around to avoid his eyes, you didn't want him to see the mad blush on your face. He chuckled and turned off the lights, allowing you to get changed. “Sweet dreams (Y/N).” Oh my god, he knew exactly what he was doing. The coy tone had you biting your lip and quickly getting changed. 

Laying on the couch, your mind started to wonder and remembered all the times he'd make butterflies rampant in your stomach. You couldn't sleep. An hour had already passed and you could hear Mikey's soft snores from the other side of the room. The t-shirt you were wearing smelled like him and you couldn't help but lightly run your hands up your chest. What were you doing? Why were you getting like this? Especially when he's in the room with you? I mean it's not the first time you've slept over and it's not the first time you've thought about sharing a bed with him. But something was different, his scent was intoxicating and you wanted more. No, no, no, don't even think about it! He's right here! You yell at yourself internally as your hands begin to wander. 

The temperature in the room began to drop and you were shivering underneath the blanket he gave you. It’s never gotten this cold in his room before. He had thick blanket and you had a thin sheet. Your teeth began to chatter and couldn't take it anymore. Maybe you should have just slept in the clothes you were in, you’re just in a t-shirt and nothing else. Getting up from the couch you walked over to Mikey's bed and gently nudged him, “Do you have another blanket? It's freezing.” You whisper and notice that he's sound asleep. There was no way you were going to go back to the couch without another blanket but there was none insight. You sighed and quietly lifted the sheets and got in bed with him. It was so warm and cozy underneath the blanket. You could feel your cheeks heat up at having him so close. Getting closer to him, your hand lightly trails along his back and you could feel his muscles. “(Y/N)...?” Mikey says half asleep. You let out a squeak. Did he feel you touching him? 

He turned around and reached out to cup your face to make sure he wasn't dreaming. “Sorry, it was really cold - I'll go back to the couch.” Just as you began to back away he pulled you in. You gasped when his arms tightened around your waist. “Stay…” It wasn't a request. How could you say no? His body was so warm and you felt something poke your lower abdomen. Oh my… He nuzzled his face in your chest and you thought your heart was about to explode. “...took you long enough to come to me.” He says while swinging your leg over his hip and grabbing a handful of your cheeks. What in the world was he doing? “oh…you’re not wearing any pants.” He snickered and it made your body shudder. You heard that sleepy Mikey is super needy but this? You were not expecting him to cling to you. 

“Can I tell you something?” He asks and places kisses on your neck. You were too stunned to move or even respond. Mikey settled for the silence and continued to roam his hands on your body, drawing light moans and gasps from you. “I see how you look at me, how your eyes light up when we’re together, how your lips pout when I talk to other girls, how you rub your thighs together when I tease you…the list goes on and on.” Now you felt faint, your body was shuddering and you began to pant - he was laying you bare. “I-I…” Your words trail off as he nipped at your neck. “You want me too, right?” The playful tone in his voice had you rutting your hips against him. The sexual tension was so thick - you could almost cut it with a knife.

Cupping his face with your hands, you tilted his head upwards to meet his lips with yours. You could feel his lips curve into a smile when you kissed him. He was right, you wanted him just as bad and it shows. You both could barely breathe, the way your tongues danced and fought for dominance had you feeling almost light headed. Mikey whimpered when his tip rubbed against your clothed cunt, he was so sensitive - he’s been waiting for this for so long. The soft moonlight that bled into his room allowed you both to see the hazy look on your faces. His blonde tresses were such a mess and you loved it. How many times have you thought about running your hands through his hair before? How many times have you dreamed about him? How many times did you call out his name while touching yourself? How many times did he fist his cock while thinking about you? 

Rolling your body on top of him, his hands placed themselves on your hips - making you grind on him. His hardened member twitched between your legs and you could feel the slick pooling on your pantyline. You were such a mess, feeling him underneath you felt like heaven. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that he was going to get you off on just friction alone. Your breath hitched at him picking up the pace. He could feel the wet patch that formed between both of you. The warmth and desire threw him over the edge, he ripped the fabric of your panties and slid his boxers down. He could feel your bare pussy and your slick coated his cock. Hearing him pant and moan as his length slid between your folds gave you butterflies. Biting back the urge to sink down on his cock, you continued the flow of movement and took his hand in yours. Bringing it to your lips, you wrapped your plush lips around two fingers and slowly sucked on them. The sudden action had Mikey whimpering and you could almost see a pout form on his face through the moonlight. He could only imagine having your pouty lips wrap around his length, the thought was driving him mad. What a cruel woman you were. 

Minutes of teasing him, he couldn’t take it anymore - he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and lifted your t-shirt, making you lean forward so that he could latch his mouth onto your nipple. “Don't stop (Y/N)...” Your right hand was holding on to the headboard as he rutted his hips against you, he was giving you further friction on your clit. The way his tongue was flicking your nipple you thought you were going to lose it. Little by little the coil in your belly began to tighten. Now it was his turn to tease you. Mikey’s mouth was vicious, biting and tugging at your nipple and purposely making you mewl loudly. Hearing you moan just for him was like music to his ears. When your nipple was all sore and tender, he moved on to your other breast and gave it the same harsh treatment. He was hungry, starved almost. He was throbbing beneath you and his breath hitched as you raised your hips - making his tip prod your core. “Mikey, I feel it…oh god, I feel it!” You moan and throw your head back at him invading your honeypot. 

“Hah, fuck-(Y/N), you feel so good.” He says as you sink further down, for a moment he thought his eyes were about to roll back into his skull. Finally, when he bottomed out you couldn’t help but raise your hips again - riding his length and seeing stars in your vision. The sound of your breathy moans and slick echoed in the room. Surrendering yourself to him left a mixed feeling of guilt and desire. What would your friendship be like after this? Would he ask you to be his and only his? Or will he wake up the next morning and act like nothing happened and continue teasing you? The thoughts were beginning to interrupt the rhythm of your hips. Almost as if he could read your thoughts, Mikey spoke and caressed your cheek - brushing his thumb over your parted lips. “Say you’re mine, angel.” You felt your heart skip a beat. This is exactly what you wanted to hear - what’ve you’ve been waiting to hear. 

Too engrossed in the pleasure you were a moaning mess and struggled to string a sentence together for him. "M-Manjiro…ngh! I-I'm yours - oh god - I'm yours…" You stutter and pick up the pace. "Good girl." Mikey says and pulls you in, giving you a tender kiss and thrusts upwards to reach your golden spot. Feeling how your walls clenched around his length, he felt closer to his breaking point. You felt his hand snake between your bodies and his thumb traced circles on your clit. He was ripping the orgasm out of you with force. Your core was pulsing and his cock was almost bruising your cervix. Teetering on the edge of bliss, Mikey gave you the final push and put more pressure on your clit. Your thighs began to shake and his name dripped from your lips repeatedly as your coil snapped. 

Without warning his own coil snapped. He gripped your hips as he emptied his seed deep inside your core. You were both a sweaty mess and paused to catch your breaths. Collapsing on his chest you could feel his heart pounding against his chest. The intense throbbing from his length inside you kept making you clench. "You're all mine, angel."  Mikey pants and plants a kiss on top of your head. This was the start of something new, something new yet familiar - maybe you should sleep over more often. 

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Heya!

Not the original asker but now I am of course curious about your favourite spicy non-Drarry fics 👀 if you are comfortable sharing ofc no pressure!

You’ve given me so many amazing recs since I first started following, both spicy and tame, I‘d love to hear what other ships and fandoms you enjoy! Personally I am a Merlin TV show enjoyer myself 😌

Hi anon! Happy to share, rare pairs and the SPN fandom are my go-to when it comes to spicy smut. If you’ve been following me for a while you already know I love age gap and the so-called ~problematique~ smut so fair warning: most of these fall under this category. I could keep going but let’s keep this short & sweet with 12 recs. You can find some more recs here. Pls mind the tags and enjoy 😌

HP fandom:

Euphoria by birdsofshore (Scorbus, Dralbus)

Just One More Secret by marguerite_26 (Sirry)

A Case of You by RuinsPlume (Albus/James/Scorpius)

A Working Night, Anonymous (Tedrarry, Teddy/others)

Sweet and Crafty, Soft and Sly by tamlane (Charlie/nieces)

Ravishing by Miss_Lv (Percival/Newt)

Other fandoms:

Tremolo by Lilsoshie, marose (Peter/Tony, MCU)

Has the Touch by professorfangirl (00Q, 007)

Honeyboy by dollylux (Wincest, SPN)

cuckold!verse by hellhoundsprey (SPN RPF)

Heart Toward the Highway by Edwardina (John/Jo, SPN)

lick your wounds, lay you down by shecrows (Paul/Duncan, Dune)

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Holy fucking shit. . .

That’s me ^ when Joel I mean daddy I mean when he- when I- how we uhhhh 🥵🤤🤤🥵🥵🤤🥵🤤🤤🥵🤤🥵🥵🥵🤤🥵🤤🥵

Yea. WOW. This is fire. Fucking fantastic work right here. This is about all I can say currently. I don’t even know anymore.

RUTHLESS

Stepdad Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 5.1k+

Warnings: DDDNE, literally just a fucked up stepdad/mom's bf fantasy, could read "mom" as tess but I don't name her or assign physical features to her or reader, post-outbreak, reader is def over 18 but not by much so yeah age gap, NON-CONSENSUAL, power imbalance, unethical d/s dynamic, slapping, spanking, punishment, orgasm delay/denial, humiliation, degradation, face fucking, anal sex, little to no aftercare

A/N: Category is "That old man would fucking never... but if he did..." Please be mindful of the warnings and don't read if it might trigger you. Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.

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Within the secluded world of your big noise-canceling headphones, you scan through silence on the CB radio, pausing for a few seconds on each channel before moving on to the next. 

Channel 11: Nothing. 

Channel 12: Zilch. 

Channel 13: Nada. 

When you turn the dial to channel 14, though, you pick up chatter and start transcribing. 

Channel 14 7/17/22 19:56

—got a bundle of carrots today. Budaydas, onions, too. Want me to come by tomorrow and make some stew? Over. 

Got enough for the kids? Over. 

And leftovers. Over. 

I’ll be at Margie’s around supper time. Over and out. 

The air goes silent.

After a minute goes by with no follow up transmissions, you glance at the clock. 7:58. Almost time for check-in. 

You tune the radio to channel 32 and review your transcription. 

Many people speak in code, encrypting their messages in seemingly benign conversations. To the untrained ear, they’re normal exchanges, people making small talk about jobs and rations and kids. Goodnight calls and check-ins that use predictable inquiries to convey messages. 

—got a bundle of carrots today. Budaydas, onions, too. Want me to come by tomorrow and make some stew?

Most of it you can translate from memory. The drug traffickers that use channel 14 have frequented the same lingo for years. Likely because of the high turnover rate of personnel. There’s less confusion that way. Confusion in communication raises more alarm bells for eavesdroppers than using the same code words across the board. 

You flip through your cipher for channel 14, searching for budaydas, but find nothing. Scrunching your nose up, you say the word out loud, “Budaydas. Buh-day-das.” 

Carrots, onions, budaydas in a stew. 

“Oh,” you nod in understanding, then jot down your translation, muttering under your breath, “Fucking Boston accents.” 

(Someone) picked up tranquilizers, benzos (budaydas = potatoes), and opioids. The caller wants to meet up and trade as previously agreed. 

The rest of it is easy enough to interpret without the use of a cipher. You probably don’t need to write down the translation, but do it in case your mom or Joel need to reference the notes at a later date. 

There’s enough to distribute product across their network of dealers in Boston QZ, plus more to stockpile. They’ll meet at their hub in Area 1, Margaret St, at midnight. 

You exhale through slack lips, glancing at the clock as it ticks over to 8:00, then pick up the microphone and hold down the speak button. 

“Radio check.” 

A few seconds go by before you hear a familiar gruff voice crackle over the radio waves into your ears, “Loud and clear. Over.”

Your nostrils flare when you hear him. Joel Miller. The bane of your existence. Your de facto stepfather, only because you don’t really remember life without him by your mom’s side. 

This isn’t to say he’s a father figure to you by any means. The two of you never shared the kind of heartwarming paternal bonding moments you read about in books. That would require warmth and vulnerability, which he distinctly lacks. 

Once, when you were maybe 11 or 12, you made the mistake of calling him Dad. The way he looked at you made you feel like dirt. Fire burning behind his dark eyes, he corrected you with one stern syllable that taught you your place: “Joel.” 

You sit up straighter and take a moment to gather yourself before responding. 

“Did you get your message from Uncle Paul? Over.”

“I did. Over.” 

“How’s the weather in Kansas City? Over.” 

“Cloudy. Over.” 

Fuck. 

You swallow around nothing, then clear your throat and ask, “And Grandma, how’s she? Over.”

“Fine, just busy is all.”

You exhale a sigh of relief that melts the tension between your shoulders. Joel continues. 

“Anything new with you? Over.” 

Tapping your fingers on your notes, you answer, “Rumor has it the market is gonna be busy tomorrow. Harvesting time, I guess. Other than that, same old same old. What about you? Staying out of trouble? Over.”

It feels strange, having a casual conversation with him like this. Even if it’s just a data exchange dressed up as a casual conversation. 

There’s a long pause, then he says, “Fine, yeah. Well. See you soon. Over ‘n’ out.” 

Stiff as a board. Cold as ice. Joel Miller, everyone. Round of applause. 

You snort, rolling your eyes as you unplug the headphones and toss them on the table. It takes a moment for you to re-acclimate to your surroundings. 

The dingy two-bedroom apartment is quiet and still. Outside, the setting sun casts the world in a dark golden haze. A FEDRA patrol vehicle roars down the street, broadcasting the curfew alert from a loudspeaker. Faint shouting from a few units down momentarily piques your curiosity before you decide it’s none of your business. 

You stand from the chair and reach your hands above your head, lungs expanding in a powerful yawn, then take a lap around the apartment to stretch your legs. 

Something catches your eye when you walk by the entry. A note slipped under the doorframe. On the outer fold, your name is written in a familiar scrawl. 

Your heart skips a beat. 

You pick it up and unfold the paper, revealing an invitation. 

I miss you. Come over when you’re done surfing the airwaves. XO, Bert. 

Warmth trickles down between your thighs. A smile spreads across your face. You glance up at the door, then to the CB radio and scanner on the desk. 

Indecision churns in your belly. 

You are explicitly forbidden from leaving the apartment while your mom and Joel are out on runs. A safety precaution you’ve protested dozens of times to no avail. They expect you to stay put and warn them if you notice any signs of potential danger. In return, you receive a cut of the profit and a roof over your head. Security, in short. Which is more than most could say. 

That being said… You break this rule from time to time, when the circumstances allow. 

Like when the Fireflies and FEDRA have been quiet for weeks and there are no smoke signals in sight. Like when you’re five nights into a seven day seclusion and think you might die of boredom if you don’t get the fuck out of here. Like when your boyfriend slips a note under the door and asks you to come over. 

You look down at the paper in your hands, re-reading the words I miss you. 

Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? 

—

Just before midnight, you wander down the hallway to your unit, jelly knees wobbling with each step. As you absentmindedly trace your tingling lips, still puffy from kissing, you unlock the door and push it open, then frown. 

The lights are on. 

They were off when you left, you’re sure of it. When you step further into the apartment, your foot catches on something. A backpack. This faint buzzing starts behind your ears as you blink at it, wishing it would go away.

Motherfu—

“Where the fuck have you been?” 

Your stomach plummets to the floor when you hear his voice. A thick knot of panic tightens around your windpipe as you look up to find Joel standing just a few paces away in the living room. 

He stares you down, dark eyes glowing with fury, and questions you again, “Where were you?” 

“N-nowhere.” 

The blatant lie sits sour on your tongue. His lips purse, so you fumble out another, “I went for a walk.” 

“A walk,” he repeats, tone disbelieving, “You went on a walk after curfew wearing that?” 

You look down at your clothing. A short skirt and tank top. Your throat bobs in a guilty gulp, then you meet his eyes again and nod. 

“And when did you leave on this ‘walk?’”

Your mind whirs as you try to come up with an answer. It feels like a trap. You try to calculate an answer that will provide minimal blowback. 

“I don’t know, maybe twenty minutes ago?” 

“Try again.” 

The electricity humming through you takes on a red, frustrated edge, and you snip, “I don’t fucking know, dude. It was a while ago, I wasn’t paying attention. Where’s my mom?” 

“Your mom sent me here to make sure you were alive,” he says pointedly, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you, “We’ve been tryin’a reach you for three hours. I got here an hour ago. That’s a helluva lot longer than twenty minutes, ain’t it?” 

Shrinking into yourself, you search his face. Jaw set, eyes boring into yours. Waves of anger roll off him as he approaches, and you remember all those rumors you heard about him on the radio. The fear you heard in grown men’s voices when they recounted run-ins with that bitch and her guard dog. 

You remember what Bert said about him: He’s fucking ruthless.

“You aren’t supposed to leave the apartment when we’re outside the QZ.” 

“I know.” 

“Then why did you?” 

Your heart thuds against your ribcage. 

Joel has never directed this kind of outright anger towards you. Sternness, sure. Contempt, maybe. But this is different. You’re in fucking trouble. 

There has to be a way out of this conversation.

You drop your gaze to the floor and ask, “Is my mom ok? Did something happen to her?”

“Don’t change the subject.” 

Righteous indignation straightens your spine and wills you to meet his eyes again, “I’m not saying shit until you tell me what happened to her.” 

“She sprained her ankle, but she’s fine. She’s safe,” he tells you, then takes another step forward, “Why did you leave?” 

You respond by rolling your eyes. 

“Answer the question.” 

With an irritated sigh, you search his face, then tell him, “You don’t know what it’s like to be here. Isolated for days or weeks at a time. I fucking hate it. It’s so lonely and boring, I feel like I’m losing my mind—”

“Oh, cry me a goddamn river.” 

You scowl at him, staring him down, “Fuck you.” 

“Watch your fucking mouth, you disrespectful little shit.” 

Red flashes through your field of vision, hot and angry and defiant. You gather the moisture in your mouth on your tongue and spit at him. It splats on his cheek. 

His face twists up with fury for one second before he charges, closing the distance between you. The impact pushes your back to the door with a thud. 

He grabs your jaw, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of your cheeks. His eyes are hot coals, burning into you. The muscles in his jaw twitch, nostrils flaring, breath shaky. 

When he speaks, it’s through gritted teeth, “You don’t know what it’s like out there.” 

“No, because you won’t let me fucking leave—”

“You should be fucking grateful, you know that? Being here is a fucking cake walk. Your mom ‘n’ I have seen things, done things—horrible things you couldn’t even imagine,” he husks, searching your face, grip tightening so hard it makes you whine. “We keep you safe, and all we ask is that you stay put and keep a lookout for us when we’re gone.” 

Even if you wanted to respond, you can’t. The vice grip he has on your face renders your mouth immobile. 

All you can do is stare back at him, studying his furrowed brow and clenched jaw. Full lips pinched thin as he glowers at you. 

You notice how close his broad body is to yours. The heat radiating off his tightly-wound muscles onto your skin. His ragged breath scatters across your face and wafts into your open mouth. You taste the bootleg whiskey on his breath and your pulse jumps. 

Warmth drips down your spine and pools at the center of you, a horrifying sensation that makes you squirm.

“Were you with your little boyfriend? Hmm?” he asks, eyes darting around your face, trailing down to your body for a moment before returning, “That boy downstairs? Figure you musta been, on account of how you’re dressed.” 

You don’t say anything. You can’t. But it doesn’t matter, because it’s not really a question. 

“Abandoning your post to go out and get fucked, is that it?” 

A whimper slips from your throat as heat swells beneath your skin. 

He wouldn’t be treating you like this if your mom was here. He wouldn’t say these things or be this close to you. Knowing this, you understand that whatever is happening right now is wrong. 

You also understand that you like it. 

You hate that you like it, and hate him for making you like it, but you like it all the same. 

Letting go of your face, he demands, “Answer me.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Before you even realize what’s happening, you feel a sharp, hot sting on your cheek and yelp.

He fucking slapped you. 

“Wrong answer.” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you retort, bringing your hand to the welt forming on your cheek, “I’m gonna tell her.” 

“Yeah? You gonna tell her I found you sneaking in at midnight, too? That you compromised our safety to go out ‘n’ get dicked down?” 

You harden your gaze on him, lips pressing together with disdain. 

“She wouldn’t like that, would she?” he asks, the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “She’d probably kick you out on your ass.” 

“She wouldn’t. You guys need me.” 

“And you need us,” he counters, searching your face, “So what do we do to make sure this doesn’t happen again? Hmm?” 

A dozen inappropriate images flash through your head, each more lurid than the last. An electric, tingling feeling shoots out from the base of your spine and works through your extremities. 

You swallow hard and shake your head, “I won’t do it again.” 

“If I don’t punish you, you will. You’re fucking disrespectful. Selfish. You need discipline.” 

Again, a flash of frustration taints the world red. Crossing your arms over your chest, you scoff, “Just because you’re fucking my mom doesn’t mean you’re my dad. I am an adult and you are not the boss of me.” 

He sighs and takes a step back, planting his hands on his hips. His gaze drifts around the empty apartment, jaw gnashing back and forth for a moment before he returns to twist the deadbolt closed and grab your arm. 

“What the f—” you swat at him and dig your heels into the floor, but it does nothing as he drags you by his steel grip, pulling you stumbling along behind him into the living room. 

He sits on the couch and forces you to lay over his bent knees, one big hand securing your wrists behind your back while the other flattens against the swell of your ass cheek. As soon his touch leaves, it returns, a sharp snap tingling across your skin. 

Shocked doesn’t even begin to describe the chaos throbbing through you. 

“You’re right, you’re an adult. And I’m not your dad,” he asserts, lifting his hand. Your whole body clenches in anticipation. “But as long as you live here, I am the fucking boss of you,” he slaps your ass again, “Do you understand me?” 

It surprises you when you hear yourself sob, “I’m sorry—”

He does it again and again, hissing, “Yeah, you’re fucking sorry now, aren’t you?” 

Each firm slap he lays down is firm, unflinching. Ruthless. 

It overwhelms your senses and becomes the only thing you feel. The universe world narrows down to just his palm on your skin. The reliable and exquisite pain ringing through you. Smack. Smack. Smack. 

Every time he draws his hand back, you don’t think you can handle it again. But you do. 

Soon, you start to crave the impact. His skin on your skin. You can’t feel the start or end of it. It’s just him and you. Pain and pleasure. Sobs and moans, all blended together. 

Far away, you hear him chide you for not wearing underwear beneath your skirt. Then he asks, “Are you fucking enjoying this?” 

Too ashamed to admit it, all you do is whimper in response.

Smack. 

He sucks in breath through his teeth, then grabs the meat of your ass and rumbles, “You do, don’t you?” 

When his grasp on your wrists releases, you pull your elbows beneath you and look over your shoulder at him, watching as he spreads your cheeks apart and stares down between your legs. You’re probably shiny and wet with the evidence of your desire. 

His lips form an ‘o’ when he kneads you back together and spreads you apart again. The motion teases all your hungry nerves and makes you moan. It feels so fucking good. 

You realize then that he’s grown stiff against your belly, hard cock leaving no mistake. 

“You fucking like it, too, don’t you?” you ask him, your voice breathy and amused, “I can feel how turned on you are.” 

Slipping a hand between your bodies, you press against his strained zipper. His cock jumps at the contact, and he groans, dragging his fingers through your slick lips. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed as you nod in approval. He works your clit in steady, firm circles while you smooth your hand along the big bulge in his pants, letting out a string of whines at the bubbling pleasure inside you. 

You lose yourselves here, both of you squirming and panting and petting the other. So wrapped up with how fucking good it feels that you forget to feel ashamed. 

When he smacks your ass now, you croak through clenched teeth, “Fuck yes.”

He likes that you like it. You can tell by the way he groans and throbs beneath you. This knowledge inspires your pulse to pound and your muscles to tense. 

“Joel,“ you whimper, opening your eyes to meet his heavy-lidded gaze, “I’m gonna fucking come, don’t stop—”

“Did I give you permission to do that?” he asks, slowing his touch to a torturous rhythm, “Did I say you could come?” 

You shake your head and whine, “Please, Joel, please—”

“Are you sorry for what you did?” 

“I’m sorry—”

“Are you gonna do it again?”

“No no no, I won’t, I promise, I’ll be a good girl—”

He groans, tossing his head back as you frantically rub at the bulge in his pants. Your palm chafes against the stiff denim, but you don’t stop. You would do this for eternity if it meant he’d let you find your release. 

“Oh yeah, you’ll be a good fucking girl for me?” he asks, touching you just soft and slow enough to twist your nerves ragged, but keep your orgasm out of reach. 

“I will, I promise. Please, Joel,” you whisper, holding his gaze as your face gets all hot, “Please make me come, please please—”

“Show me you mean it.” 

He doesn’t need to explain what he means. While he takes off his jeans, you scramble off his lap and kneel between his spread knees. His eyes stay glued to yours as you slide your hands up his thighs. 

Batting your lashes at him, you wrap your lips around his swollen cock. He fills your mouth. He feels smooth but hard against your tongue. He tastes salty and heady and when you inhale the musk of him, you moan around his girth. 

Nodding, he anchors his grip behind your head and bucks his hips, forcing his dick down your throat. When you gag, he doesn’t let up, but thrusts into the sensation, grunting, “Fuck. Yes,” before letting you pull off, gasping for air.

You wrap your hands around him, all shiny and slick with drool, and pump his length for a moment while you catch your breath, then take him in your mouth again. 

This time, you sit up taller. You relish the stretch of your lips as you bob up and down. Savor the tug of his fingers curled tight in your hair. Memorize the sound of his huffs and grunts as he fucks your face. The wet squelching gurgle of his cock squeezing down your windpipe. 

“Look at me,” he orders, so you do. 

He’s all blurred from your watering eyes, but you can make out the dark irises and stay locked onto them while relaxing the muscles of your throat to take him easier. When you make an enthusiastic humming noise, he groans. It’s wanton and lusty and lights a fire in your belly. 

Joel has never treated you this hard or soft. His regard for you has always been callous. Closed-off. Indifferent. With your assistance on the radio, he treated you like a tool for survival. Before that, or even in-between smuggling runs, he treated you like some kind of a household pet he had little regard for. Your mom’s responsibility, never his. 

For years and years, you ached for more. 

When you were younger, you used to sit up nights and wonder if he’d ever consider you his daughter. He wouldn’t, though. He won’t. 

But this is something. 

Distinctly, you want to please him. Be the best he ever had. You want to sink your claws into his brain and leave your mark for years to come. You want him to look at you after this and feel a flicker of desire and self-loathing. You want him to think of you when he fucks your mom. You want him to hate how you made him feel. 

When you pull off him and start to work his soaked length with your hands, you pant, “Does that feel good? Am I doing a good job sucking your cock?” 

“It’s good,” he nods, lets out a groan that pinches his eyes shut, then meets your gaze again, “So fucking good, Jesus Christ. Is this what you were out doing tonight? Sucking cock?” 

“Not tonight.” 

“But he fucked you, didn’t he? That boy?” 

You nod, stroking him slower. His eyelids flutter. 

“Did he fuck your pussy or your ass?” 

The question sends a jolt through your middle. You recall the sex you had with Bert. Barely an hour has gone by since he pulled out of your cunt to shoot his load on the mattress, but it feels like a lifetime ago. 

“My pussy,” you answer, then gather a thick, hot wad of saliva on your tongue and spit on his cock. You spread it with a slow churning motion, watching Joel’s face twist up with pleasure. 

“Were you bein’ smart about it at least?” he asks, studying you, “We don’t need you getting knocked up.” 

“He pulled out,” you shrug. 

He grunts in acknowledgment, then sits up and pulls on your arm to join him on the couch, “C’mere.” 

You follow his guidance, lying back on the cushions as he strips off his shirt. 

The only times you’ve seen him shirtless were accidental and slightly embarrassing for both of you. But now, you notice how his smooth chest glows in the dim light. Now, when you drink in the sight of his big arms and broad shoulders, heat bubbles up your spine.

While you pull your tank top off over your head, he tugs your skirt down your thighs, asking, “You ever taken it up the ass?” 

You shake your head. 

His eyebrows jump a little like he’s surprised. A sadistic kind of smirk plays across his lips as he pushes your knees up to your chest, then spreads you apart, the head of him nudging at your backdoor. 

He doesn’t ask for permission. He doesn’t ask if you want it this way, or if you want him to be the first. He doesn’t even warn you about the initial shock and pain you experience when he rocks his hips forward and breaches the tight hole. 

You yelp and try to lurch away from the sharp pain, but he grabs you and holds you there. 

Sitting up on your elbows, you cry, “That fucking hurts, Joel.”

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if it didn’t hurt a little, would it?” he murmurs, disinterested, watching your asshole stretch to accommodate the head of his cock. 

The sensation is overwhelming. Like being stabbed or split open. At first, you hate it. You sputter and gasp and shake your head as he pushes himself in further and further. 

Then he pauses the invasion, releasing his steel grip on you to tilt your chin up and meet his gaze, “Just relax.”

His eyes burn into yours, making your pulse jump. You bear witness to his heaving chest and parted lips and feel him twitch inside you. Sparks sizzle across your body, but you still scowl at him. 

“It hurts, I don’t like it.“ 

“It’ll get better, you just gotta relax,” he coaches.

“Why can’t we just have normal sex?”

He grunts, thinks about it for a moment, then tells you, “First off, this is not normal sex,” he points between your chest and his, “This will not be a normal thing, you understand?” 

It stings a little, if you’re being honest. But you nod, “I understand.” 

Nodding, he licks his lips. He throbs inside you, hips jerking a little in reaction. This time, the friction feels good enough to make you whimper. 

“Second, we don’t need another mouth to feed around here,” he says, searching your face, “We’re stretched thin enough as is. You know what I mean?”

“But if you—”

“Pulling out can still stick. This way’s tried and true, trust me.” 

“Trust you,” you scoff under your breath and roll your eyes. 

“What’s that?” 

You meet his hardened gaze, feeling emboldened enough to ask, “Do you fuck my mom in the ass?” 

“That’s none of your business,” he warns. 

“So, what, you can interrogate me about my sex life, but I can’t do the same?” 

“That’s right,” he barks, “Know why?” 

In response, you glare at him. 

He takes this moment of bitter silence to drag his knuckles up your slick, swollen lips. The light touch branches out beneath your skin and makes your heart pound. You gasp a little, but try to hide it. He clocks it immediately. 

“There we go,” he murmurs under his breath, almost as an aside, smoothing the pad of his thumb in soft circles on your clit. Pleasure churns beneath the touch, hot and hungry for more. When you whimper, Joel’s eyes go wild for a second, then he says, “I am the fucking boss of you, understand?” 

You swallow a moan as he arches forward and starts to roll his hips. It feels better now. Good. Fucking amazing, almost. Electric and gooey. He fills you so completely with each thrust, you wonder how you can even breathe. 

“So if I tell you to be home, that’s where you’ll be. If I ask you where you’ve been, who you were with, what you were doing—you tell me the truth. Understand?” 

Nodding, you gasp, “I understand.” 

“You don’t get to ask me about your mom. You don’t tell your mom. You don’t sneak out to go get fucked by some boy who doesn’t even know what to do with you—”

“Holy shit, Joel I’m gonna—” you gasp at the pressure building at the base of your spine, spreading thick and hot and delicious across your body. 

“And you don’t come without my fucking permission. Understand?” 

“I understand I understand,” you cry, literal tears burning behind your eyes at the ache of trying to keep the ecstasy at bay, “Please can I come, please please please—”

“Are you sorry?” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again—”

“That’s right, you’ll never fucking do it again. Why’s that?”

“You’re the boss,” you beg, your voice so raw and pleading it sounds foreign. He pounds into you now, a wet slap that echoes off the apartment walls. It takes all your concentration to keep your pleasure contained, to not spill over the edges, but you hear yourself babble somewhere far away. 

“You’re the fucking boss. I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t disobey you again I’ll be a good girl I’ll do anything just please give me permission to come daddy please please please—”

When he moans, loud and depraved, it just about breaks you, but you manage to keep your resolve long enough for him to pant, “Go ahead, let it go.” 

With a choked sob, you untether your pleasure and allow it to expand, growing hot and wide and unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Every muscle in your body tenses up as the sensation swallows you whole, then spits you back up, sending wave after wave across your body.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he grunts, taking his hand from your clit to hold your knees down and fuck your ass hard and fast and ruthless.

It surprises you when heat starts stretching out from the middle of you again. Your heart starts to race as the feeling grows. 

“Ffffuuuuck,” you whimper, “That feels so fucking good—”

“I told you, didn’t I?” 

“You did you did holy shit,” you meet his eyes and nod frantically, “I love it I love it—please can you come in my ass?” 

“Is that what you want? Want me to come in your tight little asshole?” 

A feral noise escapes you, and you sob, “Yes—”

“Do you wanna come too?”

“Yes—oh my god, yes, please please please daddy—”

“Come with me, baby.”

You let the feeling overtake you again, gasping out, “thank you thank you thank you,” as it takes you strong and fast. Pleasure pulses through your body, causing you to convulse and strain against Joel’s grip spreading you open. He releases a moan from his belly and gives you a hard, deep thrust that he holds for a shuddering moment. After emptying himself inside you, he pulls out, falling back to his seat on the couch. 

Chest heaving, you prop yourself up on your elbows and study him. He pinches his eyes shut and catches his breath before meeting your gaze again. 

His expression goes soft long enough for something dangerous to flicker between you. 

Then he turns away and starts getting dressed. 

“Get yourself together, I’m gonna go get your mom.” 

As you sit up, you fold your legs into your body and watch him button his shirt. 

“Joel—”

He looks at you, searching your face expectantly, but your brain goes static and you’re not even sure what you were going to say. 

“This stays between us, understand?” 

His tone is firm but gentle. You swallow hard and nod, “I understand.” 

Nodding, he glances down at your lips, then back to your eyes. He rises to his feet to leave, but before he does, he leans down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

“Good girl.” 

[zevrra]

𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

synop: you and vik get caught “messing around” in the lab by jayce; who surprisingly wants to join in on the fun.

wc: 1.8k

includes: straight smut, p w/o p, fem!reader, jayce x reader x viktor, slight vöyeurism, oral (m receiving), slight dirty talk, threesome, bottom!viktor

extra: part 2 is here! reblogs are appreciated <3

“don’t worry,” you whisper, fingers twirling along a red tie before smoothing down the front of viktor’s vest. “i sent jayce out on an errand run and he won’t be back for a little bit. just enjoy this v.” you add with a hum.

viktor looks up through his pretty lashes at you. he leans back against his desk, practically sits on top of it to keep weight off of his leg, as you two stand inside of the lab. he had been working far too hard recently and the only way you could keep him distracted long enough not to think about anything involving his work was to pleasure him. it was the same way trying to get him to sleep every once and awhile, when he would sneak into your room. you had never suggested doing it in the lab though…and the thought thrilled you just as much as it thrilled him; even if he thought it was a terrible idea.

“w-we shouldn’t. not here in the lab and what if—” viktor mumbles but his words end in a soft gasp as your fingers begin to untuck his shirt from his pants.

“viktor,” you chirp as you fall to your knees in front of him, unbuttoning the front of his pants and pulling them down ever so slightly. “you need to take a break. be a good boy and just relax.”

your fingers are just grabbing the hem of his underwear when the door to the lab is being thrown open and jayce’s large figure enters the room. “hey, i was looking for this thing you asked for but i—“ jayce had begun to speak, his eyes pointed down as he entered the room, before he finally looked up and caught the two of his friends in the act.

you freeze in your spot, eyes widening as you stare at jayce from the floor. a scarlet red blush is spreading across your face, you can feel the heat on your cheeks in an instant and you’re sure you match not only jayce’s shocked face but viktor’s as well; and you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him. you probably stay like that for a little longer than you should’ve until jayce clears his throat and you and viktor alike scramble from each other.

“we!” you start as you stand up straight and as quick as you possibly can. “wait it’s not what it looks like! we were uh just uhm—“ you ramble before looking at viktor to help dig both of you out of this hole. but he’s busied himself with trying to zip his pants back up, making it far more obvious if it hadn’t been already. you sigh, turning your face off to the side to stare at a small spot on the floor, unable to look jayce in the eye.

“do…you do this often?” jayce’s voice cuts through the built up silence in the room like a knife.

you shake your head quickly but viktor speaks up for you instead. “never in the lab.” he mutters.

“it’s unprofessional, we get it, let’s just drop it and forget this—“ you begin to add but the sound of the door closing with a lock interrupts your rambling. when you finally bring your gaze to jayce, his eyes are soft but clear in their intentions. and it was his turn to no longer be able to look at the two of you.

“can i…watch?” he whispers under his breath.

and with three little words, everything changes between all three of you.

now, jayce leans against the lab’s desk as viktor leans back against his chest. jay’s strong hands fully support viktor as you’ve returned to your spot in front of him. you had never in your life thought jayce might have been interested in whatever you and viktor had going on. maybe you just assumed he already had a lover and never brought it up again. but now his hazel eyes stare down at you, just as viktor’s amber eyes also watch you, both with a hunger to their eye. it almost made you nervous, being watched, but your fingers once again hook around viktor’s underwear and pull down, ignoring the jitters that hum under your skin.

your hand wraps around vik’s semi hard cock and you give it a soft tug, rubbing right up the shaft until the tip. there was a new feeling in the air around all 3 of you. breaths being held, eyes watching ever so closely, the slight tremble to your hand. it had been different when it was just the two of you enjoying midnight meetings but now with jayce there too…it felt far more scandalous and naughty.

“tell me what it feels like.” jayce whispers, purposely placing his chin into the crook of viktor’s neck, as his hands slowly run up along vik’s chest.

your own hand continues to move against viktor’s shaft, stroking him slowly up and down, moving to press your lips against his head.

“mmph, her fingers are a little cold,” viktor replies with a low groan. his chest rising and falling in quicker succession as he begins to get turned on. “but it feels good.” he adds. and his honesty makes you smile a little.

you move your hand faster in return to his praise. trailing your fingers along his head, pressing your thumb into the slit of his cöck, where he’s growing sensitive and causing him to gasp softly. you take the moment to lean forward and capture the head of his cock inside of your mouth. drinking in the sight of viktor’s eyes fluttering, his fingers tightening onto whatever he can grasp, as your mouth wraps around him.

“keep going viktor.” jayce instructs as you watch him place hot, heavy kisses against vik’s throat. one of his hands groping his thin chest and waist.

“w-warm! it’s so warm and wet,” vik breaks. he’s fully hard now as you suck on his head, making him whimper at the feeling. “feels—ah—really good.” he adds with a groan as his eyes return to watching you.

you can feel his thighs tighten as you swallow more of his cöck, continuing to use your hand to stroke up to your lips. you watch every expression that crosses viktor’s face along with jayce’s fingers that slowly begin to take off his vest. strips him of his vest and then works on unbuttoning his brown shirt underneath.

jayce keeps laying hot kisses along the back of his neck and on his throat, slumped over and threatening to swallow all of viktor’s thin frame.

the sight makes you somewhat giddy and excited to see what jayce does. but it never distracts you from making viktor feel good as well. sucking a little harder, spit bubbling up at the sides of your lips as you sink further down onto his lengthy shaft. your eyes are almost falling close to help you focus as you swallow more and more of him, but jayce’s voice catches your attention once again.

“she looks so pretty like that, doesn’t she, vik? makin’ you feel so good.” he whispers against just as pretty, pale skin. his words cause vik to stutter, hips lifting up and forcing you to swallow the rest of him. and you do so with ease.

you truly wouldn’t have guessed jayce was so good at dirty talk but you welcomed any surprises at this point. viktor simply whines in response, head hanging low, gaze still on you as you continue your routine of sucking him off.

jayce stands to his full height then, hanging over viktor just enough so he could turn his face and capture his lips. viktor’s eyes widen in response but he does nothing to stop jayce; no, instead he’s melting into the kiss. you watch with eager curiosity as their tongues clash together, jayce easily winning in the battle of dominance, as one big hand of his moves up to gently caress viktor’s throat.

fuck, was it hot watching them. you can feel your pussy throbbing at the sight just as you can feel yourself growing wet against your panties. you squeeze your thighs together, slipping a hand down below to press your fingers into your core. the best you can through the pants you wear for the moment but the pressure is enough to make you groan. you move your lips faster along viktor’s shaft, sucking harsher and sloppier to bring him closer to his end.

the change of pace and jayce’s tongue surely has viktor coming undone quicker than usual. for he breaks the kiss with a harsh whine. “i’m close!” vik gasps, tossing his head back onto jayce’s shoulder.

jayce presses a quick kiss against his jaw before his hazel eyes return to watch you suck viktor off. his eyes are hazy and full of lust as he fixes his intense stare on what you do; which makes you shiver with newfound pleasure under his sight. his strong gaze makes you press your fingers into your pussy once again, seeking any form of satisfaction you could get for the moment.

“look viktor,” jayce instructs as his hand smooths over viktor’s lower abdomen. “she’s touching herself.”

viktor’s breath hitches in his throat but he moves his own lust filled gaze down to stare at you. with both of them returning to stare at you, you palm yourself harder through your pants. moving your hips in sync to every bob of your head, needy and desperate as things evolve, all the while you moan around vik’s cock.

it’s all too much for viktor as his hips lift and he thrusts wildly into your mouth. “going to—!” he cries softly, body tightening, throwing his full weight back against jayce.

but jayce is quicker. one hand grabs your hair and pulls you off of vik’s twitching cock before he takes his hand and wraps it around where your mouth had just left. “stick out your tongue. i wanna see the mess he makes all over your face.” he grunts, pumping his fist quickly along vik’s entire shaft. his hand is much bigger than yours and it wraps entirely around viktor with ease, and it makes vik lose all control he might’ve pretended to have.

but you do as your told and swiftly stick your tongue out to catch whatever you can. all it takes is viktor staring at your tongue and jayce’s hand jerking him off to finish his orgasm. viktor forces himself to watch as he comes, fingers grasping and gripping onto anything he can that’s near him as he tumbles over the edge with a sharp cry.

your name, along with jayce’s name, leaves viktor’s lips in a pathetic whimper as he comes. can feel the sticky substance coat your tongue, cheek, and chin with each rope jayce rubs out of him. all the while viktor and jayce watch as he makes a mess across your lips and face, never once looking anywhere else.

not until vik is completely spent, limp against jayce who holds him up effortlessly. the only noise now in the room is the shared panting between all three of you. you lick your lips, trying to clean yourself up just a little, before it was your turn to break the silence.

“let’s keep going.”

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Go Ahead and Cry Little Girl

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x f!reader (Agent Gin)

Warnings: Daddy issues!!, character death mentioned, daddy kink, piv (again wrap it up guys!), f & m oral, dacryphillia, 1 use of song lyrics, dirty talk (it’s jack mf Daniels what did you expect?) boss/employee dynamics, sex work (we support sex workers in this household!) squirting, voyeurism, cum eating, Reader is described as having hair, a vagina, well hydrated (; and can blush. that should be all! Lmk if i missed something (:

A/n: This one’s for my babes with daddy issues! I see you, I love you. This idea hit me while I was driving to work and the song “Daddy issues” by The neighborhood came on. As of right now I think each Murder daddy is gonna have a daddy issues one shot but we’re starting off strong with my personal favorite cowboy.🤠

Growing up your dad wasn’t home very much. You honestly don’t have very many memories of the guy. The memories you do have always seem to be of him frowning at you, disappointed and telling you that you need to do better, be better. You were just a kid. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Instead of having a loving, doting father you had this stranger who’s approval you wanted desperately. So you worked hard in school, played sports, joined as many after school programs as you could and when you graduated high school you had full ride scholarships to all the big schools across the nation. I’m talking Harvard, MIT, Stanford, Yale, the list goes on. You ended up choosing Columbia University in New York so you could be as far away from home as possible. College was a breeze for you, graduating early with high honors you weren’t surprised when Statesmen approached you offering you an intelligence job.

Accepting this job was an easy decision for you. A few years after graduating high school your dad kicked the bucket and your mom ran off with the first guy who gave her a lick of attention. You had no one to go back too, no family to visit on the holidays. And you loved working at Statesmen. Working in the lab alongside Ginger, you helped create new technologies and advance healthcare. You had it all; a great career, a nice studio apartment in Manhattan. What more could you want? Ah yes approval. For some reason you still had this deep seeded need to be well liked and needed by others. So you do what any girl does, you sell your nudes online to creepy men in exchange they give you their money and high praises. You never reveal your face or your real identity so nobody knows it’s you.

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Coming back to work after a long weekend is proving to be a tough one. You’ve been overworking yourself lately and having three whole days off you went home and slept for hours only waking up to eat Chinese takeout and then go directly back to sleep. Back in the lab, you find yourself frustrated and having to keep retrying new samples for a new antibiotic your working on.

“Hey Gin go ahead and take a break hun. I’ve seen you redo the same sample 10 times now. I’m not sure where your head is but try to get it out of the clouds before you come back.” Ginger Ale says to you as you lay your head down on the table next to the microscope you’ve been staring at for the last two hours.

Sighing, “Yea yea. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me Ginger. I just can’t focus and I have zero energy.” you say as you get up and start gathering your things.

Soon enough your back up on the fifth floor, down the hall from the cafeteria. Just as your rounding the corner you find yourself running right into the very man who haunts your every thought. Jack Daniels or Agent Whiskey as most people at Statesmen know him as. The man has been the star of all your dirty daydreams, his accent and mannerisms scream ‘southern gentleman’ and boy do you eat that shit up every time you see him.

“Well hey there darlin’ watch out where your going. Don’t wanna go runnin into any ole body now do we?” Jack says in his thick accent just as you bounced backward after hitting him square in the chest.

“Oh my god Agent Whiskey I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” You manage to get out despite having the wind knocked out of you.

“Now darlin’ call me Jack. Am I gonna have to tell you this every time?” He teases you causing a deep blush to creep across your cheeks.

With a soft smile on your face and your eyes cast down, “Of course not Ag- I mean Jack.” You say with the smallest giggle. As soon as the words left your mouth you felt Jacks finger under your chin, lift your face up forcing you to look directly into his gorgeous deep brown eyes.

“There we go. Now that’s what I like to hear. My name come out of such a beautiful lady’s mouth.” Jack says with a smirk.

As if you couldn’t blush any harder, you somehow turn even redder in the face.

“Now go on beautiful, have a good day.” Jack says as he tilts his hat towards you.

“Thanks Jack, you have a good one too.” You manage to squeak out as you gather yourself once again and continue on walking toward the cafeteria.

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Sitting down at a table in a far back corner, you crack open a cold can of coke and take a deep sip. The carbonation leaving a cold wake of bubbles in your throat, already feeling the affects of the caffeine. Pulling your phone out you decide to hop on your website and respond to a few messages as you wait for the soda to really kick in. You have a good handful of regulars who like to ask for custom content and one of them had recently asked for a video of you riding your favorite toy. Just as your about to send the video, a text comes in from Jack.

1:32pm - Hey I hope I didn’t hurt ya when you ran into me earlier sugar 😉

1:34pm - No you didn’t! If anything I’m sorry for running into you! I hope I didn’t hurt you Jack.🩷

Without even thinking, after you press send you hit the icon for your photos and pull up the video you were sending to your regular, find it and hit send.

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Jacks sitting at his desk when he hears a ping and sees you’ve texted him back. As soon as he read your text he saw a video message pop up immediately after. Opening the video, he sees you sitting on the floor in your bedroom and a decent sized pink dildo. The video starts and you swing your leg over the dildo, lowering yourself down, you grab the dildo and swipe it through your folds a few times. Moaning, you drop all the way down on the dildo. The angle of the camera allows Jack to see the dildo stretch you open. Not quite as big as Jack, it still gives him a delicious view of what you’d look like speared on his cock. Thinking to himself, he wonders if you meant to send this to him through text. Most likely it was on accident. But what you don’t know is that Jack knows all about your little secret. In fact he’s been one of your regulars for awhile now. Always sending in requests and tipping generously. Something else he knows you are ignorant too is that he was the one who requested this particular video.

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After texting Jack back and sending out the custom video, you feel awake enough now to get back to work. Just as you get back into the lab, you hear the lab phone ring. You go to grab the phone off the hook, “Hello Agent Gin, how can I help you?”

“Well well well if it ain’t the pretty lady I need to talk too” Jack crones into your ear. “I need to see you in my office darlin’ now. Please.”

“Yes of course sir I’m on my way now.” You reply, your voice cracking just the tiniest bit.

Unsure as to why Jack needs to see you in his office, you check your texts between you two to see if you misread something and that’s when you realize you sent Jack the video! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. You’re screwed! Your dirty little secret is out now and the one man you want so desperately inside of you now knows all about it.

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Knocking on Jacks office door, you go to turn the knob to open the door.

Peeking your head in, “You wanted to see me sir?” you say as you clear your throat that’s suddenly dry as the Sahara Desert.

Sitting at his desk, you see Jack look up at you with this hungry look in his eyes.

“Ah there she is. Come in sugar. Have a seat.” He motions to the chair in front of his desk. You quickly come in, closing the door behind you and taking a seat.

Jack stands up, slowly walking towards the door when you notice he locks it. Making his way back to his desk, he sits on top of it directly in front of you.

“Now sugar your probably wondering why I need to talk to you.”

Gulping, you look down unable to look him in the face, “um I think I know why sir.” You manage to say, knowing there’s no reason to play stupid. You both know what you sent him. Might as well confess to it and get it all over with.

“Look at me sugar. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours when I’m talking to you” Jack says in a low baritone voice.

Looking up at him, a deep blush covering your cheeks, you try to swallow as best you can and find your words.

“Now we’re both adults here. We both have urges. If you needed a good fuck darlin’ all you had to was ask. I’d be more than happy to oblige.” He says in a matter of factly tone.

Stunned you just gawk up the agent in front of you. Did he really just say that? Is he- he’s not- what is happening?!??

Jack goes to stand up, directly in front of you, “Get on your knees little girl.”

Unable to speak you do as he says and you push back your chair as you lower yourself onto your knees.

“There’s my good girl. Now sugar I’m going to fuck you good and hard. And your going to take every thing I give you. Understood?”

Shaking your head yes as you look up at Jack. Nervous as hell but you can’t help but get excited. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Isn’t he the star of your wet dreams?

Jack goes to take his blazer off, rolling up his sleeves as he begins to unbuckle his absurdly large belt buckle. Watching him undress like this has your mouth and pussy watering. Your finally gonna have the Jack Daniels inside of you. You can’t wait.

He pulls out the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Now you get why this man walks around so arrogantly. The man has the dick to back it up. Your eyes widen as the head of his cock seems to stare at you in your soul. At about average length, he’s girthy as all get out. There’s no way you’d be able to get much of him in your mouth.

Jack gives his cock a few good strokes, “Open up sugar. Let me see how good you can be.”

You drop your jaw quickly and open your mouth, dropping your tongue out. Smirking, Jack takes his cock and starts rubbing it up and down your tongue. After gliding the head on your tongue a few times, Jack sticks his cock in your mouth, forcing it down your throat causing you to gag at the intrusion. Without holding back, Jack continues to gag you with his cock. Your eyes over flowing with tears.

Jack looks down at you the whole time, just staring in awe at how beautiful you look with his cock in your mouth, eyes wide with tears looking back at him.

“Go on and cry little girl. Nobody does it quite like you sugar. I’ve been watching you for some time now. Oh yes I know all about your dirty little secret baby.” He reveals, making you choke even harder on his cock in utter disbelief. He’s known this whole time? How much of you has he really seen?

Jack finally pulls his cock out of your mouth, spit strings still connecting you two. Brown eyes staring deep into your soul, you take a deep gulp of breath, chest heavy as you manage to stutter out, “y- you know? How long?”

“I’ve known for awhile now darlin’. I love watching your little videos. Always gets me harder than a goddamn rock. It was actually me who requested that particular little video. So it is funny you accidentally sent it to me.” Jack admits.

Before you have the chance to respond, Jack grabs you by your arm helping you up before he’s leading you towards his desk and gently pushes your top half down so your bent over. Wearing a dress that day, you can’t help but feel bare as he bends you over his desk. You feel Jack crouch down behind you, warm hands running up and down the back of your thighs. You feel his warm breath on your clothed pussy.

Taking a deep breath in, Jack slowly pulls your panties down exposing your sweet pussy to him. Unable to help himself he presses his face in and lays a kiss to your exposed clit. Hearing you let out a soft moan breaks any bit of self control Jack had and he dives in. Tongue poking out, he swipes it through your folds a few times before making a zig zagging motion from your taint up to your clit.

Feeling his thick tongue protrude your wet pussy, you feel yourself gush as he starts to flick your clit.

Moaning, “Please Jack I need more. Please.” You whisper breathlessly.

Hearing your sweet request, you feel jacks thick fingers enter you and curl up, hitting that sweet spot.

Taking his tongue off your sweet, sweet pussy, “That’s it sugar. Tell daddy what you want baby. Tell daddy how to make this pussy cream.” Jack growls as he pumps his fore and ring finger faster into you.

All to quickly you feel the sudden need to pee. Moaning even louder causing Jack to pump his fingers even faster, all to soon you feel yourself start to squirt.

“Oohhh ungghh!!!!” Comes from deep in your throat as you continue to squirt, the exquisite feeling of squirting all over his fingers is a high you never want to come down from.

“Fuck sugar that’s it. That’s it baby come on, give it all to daddy baby that’s it” Jack crones as he tries to drink up every single drop.

Boneless, you can’t help but drop on top of the desk, unable to hold your upper half up any longer. Knees weak, legs shaking, you feel jack stand back up behind you. Jack takes hold of his cock, swiping it through your folds, gathering your wetness on his cock before he slides in your sweet pussy. The feeling of his thick cock splitting you open takes your breath away.

Taking his time, feeling every ridge inside of your pussy, Jack finally fills you up to the hilt.

“Fuuuccckkk” Jack breaths out as his cock kisses your cervix. After not moving for a few seconds to let you adjust to his girth, Jack begins pummeling into you. Hands gripping your hips, forcing you back onto his cock as he fucks you good and hard just as he promised.

“That’s it sugar. Look at you. Taking my cock. So. Damn. Beautiful.” He grunts out. Jack leans forward, his chest on your back when you feel his arm snake around your front and pulls you up to him. You feel his other hand bury in your hair forcing your head up when you notice a little red, blinking light up in the corner, “Smile for the camera darlin’” Jack crones into your ear. Knowing he’s been filming this entire time has your eyes rolling back as you moan.

“This sweet fucking pussy belongs to me now darlin’ you hear me? Only I get to fuck this pussy.” Jack whispers in your ear.

“Oh fuck yes. Yes daddy it’s yours. All yours! Fuck!” You say breathlessly, agreeing to whatever he says as long as he continues to fuck you this good. You feel yourself getting close once again, the feeling of needing to pee is back.

“Daddy I’m close, please please can I cum? I wanna cum daddy! Please let me!” You beg, hoping he shows you a little mercy and let’s you cum.

Jack slaps his hand over your mouth, “Fuck baby you gotta be quiet. Daddy’s gone let you cum baby girl don’t you worry. Daddy wants to feel his sweet pussy cum on his cock.” He tells you as his other hand snakes down towards your clit. You feel his thick finger swirl around your clit and that does it for you. All too soon you feel the dam break and your coming. Hard. You bite your lip trying your hardest to keep quiet. The euphoria you feel is hard to contain, your eyes rolling back once again.

Feeling you gush hard around his cock, almost as if your pussy is trying to push him out, does him in. Jack pumps a few more times before he’s coming inside of you. As your both coming down from your highs, chests heaving, you feel jack pull out of you leaving you an empty mess.

Not sure what possessed you, you turn around to face him and lower yourself down to your knees once again. Gripping the base of his dick, you lick the mixture of you and Jack off his cock all while looking up at him. Making a show of you swallowing every bit of your cum.

“Well I’ll be damned sugar. You never fail to surprise me.” Jack chuckles darkly as he watches you from above. You can’t help but smile sweetly up at him hoping this isn’t the last time you get a taste of this cowboy.

A/n: idk where this came from lol the song inspired me but this?^ yeeaaaa we can blame my hormone monster for this, I am ovulating lmao. I hope y’all enjoy!

Tagging a few Whiskey connoisseurs and friends that I think will enjoy: @neverwheremoonchild @foli-vora @whiskeynwriting @lumoverheaven @toxicanonymity @multiversed-daydreamer @nosesitter @beefrobeefcal @juletheghoul @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @megangovier20 @ikissdin @wannab-urs

[soubi122]

Giving In - Baji Keisuke

Smut, friends to lovers, short stories, one shot. ALL ADULTS - 🚫NO MINORS PLEASE! 🚫

Baji

"You're kidding me…right?" Baji asks as he plants himself on your couch. To respond to his question you shook your head no. No, you weren't kidding - the guy who you were seeing ended up dumping you because you didn't put out. He was rushing things and almost forced himself on you. The tears in your eyes were like a punch to the gut. "Where is he now? I just wanna talk to him." That tone in his voice, you knew for a fact that he didn't want to talk to him. Baji was going to beat up your now ex boyfriend, and leave him black and blue. "Is sex all that guys ever think about?" You ask while trying not to cry even more. Being somewhat inexperienced and a virgin didn't work out that well with your ex. There were things that he wanted from you that you couldn't bring yourself to do. 

"Sex isn't important, it's the connection between the two people that is important." Baji begins to explain, to be fair he's had his share of women but popping a cherry is a very special thing. He's popped a few before but the relationships don't last because they can't handle him being in a gang. They wanted to change him to be something he's not. You've known him since you were 8 and it's never dawned on you before - he is a fucking menace. Underneath the rough edges and threatening presence, Baji was a real sweetheart and an animal lover. It just so happens that if he's hungry, he'll probably set a car on fire or if you pick on one of his friends - you'll get your ass handed to you. Growing up around nothing but boys made you rather aloof to sex. It wasn’t talked about around you and you didn’t get that far in your relationships to find out. "Keisuke…be honest with me - do girls who lack experience turn guys off?" You ask him and sit next to him, Baji would never lie to you. Not about things like this, right? 

Baji shifted his position on the couch and faced you. “Having experience should make no difference if he really likes you. Sure some guys prefer it if they don’t want to take it slow. But if you’re not ready to move forward, then you’re not ready and they can’t force it either.” His words made your heart flutter, he was being sincere and not just another guy who blames the girl. Who would you trust to pop your cherry anyways? Relationships were hard, not only because you were inexperienced but because the men around you kind of scared other guys off. Baji’s instincts were always right though, if he doesn’t like your boyfriend, it’s for a reason. He didn’t like your now ex boyfriend and was always butting heads with him. Multiple times you’ve had to ask Chifuyu and Kazutora to restrain Baji. Did they succeed? No. The only one who could was you.

Your next question floored him and made his brain short circuit. “So…what do I do? And how do I learn?” The raging red blush that covered his face became apparent to you. Did you cross the line? “What?” You ask innocently - isn’t this what friends do? Give advice on something they have experience with? “Shouldn’t you be asking Emma about this? Why are you asking me?!” He retorted and avoided your eyes. As much as you loved Emma - she was on the same boat as you, if not worse. Draken was a gentleman and their relationship just began to bloom. Besides, you trusted Baji and he wouldn’t steer you in the wrong direction. This was too much for him, he got up and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” You ask him and trail behind him. He ignored you and continued walking. “I can’t help you with this (Y/N), it would be wrong for me to do so…” With that he left your home, leaving you in a state of confusion. You’ve always shared personal things with him, why was this any different?

By the end of night, you were tossing and turning in bed - you couldn’t sleep and Baji’s words didn’t make it any better. You ended up doing what anyone would do, search it up online. Unfortunately, what it led to was nothing but porn sites and forums of how losing your virginity hurts like hell. It honestly worried you. What if you were to bleed all over the place? What if it hurts so much that you can’t keep going and it puts your partner off even more? However, you couldn’t help but be curious about the sensation of having something inside you. What would it feel like having someone touch you? What would it feel like to stimulate yourself? Who could you picture sharing this moment with? What was this amazing and blissful sensation that these people talk about that supposedly makes your toes curl and make your vision go white? 

You began to let your hands roam your body, slowly creating heat under the sheets and making your heart pound. With an erotic video playing on your phone, you watch the girl on the screen and mirror her hand movements. Seeing how her fingers were delicately sliding through her folds, you did the same and felt a sudden jolt of pleasure when the tips of your fingers placed a little more pressure on your clit. As your fingers trailed further south, you felt how your slick was beginning to pool between your legs and it felt amazing. Your breath hitched when your index finger prodded your core. Is this what it felt like? Feeling how your entrance clenched and spasmed, it made your finger go deeper. 

Soft and breathy moans began to fill the room as you slowly explored your body. You couldn't keep your eyes off the screen, seeing how deep her fingers went, you felt envious - you didn't know you were missing out on this the whole time. It felt so wrong but you couldn't help wanting more. Closing your eyes, your mind began to wander and a familiar face appeared. The male had long dark hair, brown eyes and fangs poked out as he smiled. "Ngh…Keisuke!" His name slipped out of your mouth and it made your back arch. Slipping in another digit, your thighs began to quiver at the thought of having him here - teaching you how to touch yourself and watching you do so. 

Calling his name one more time had you whimpering and moaning. "I-I…want to cum." You say with such need and frustration. There was something building up inside you but you were too afraid to let go. You needed help to draw it out. Too enthralled with your own body, you didn't notice that your phone was still open. Long gone were the sounds of the dirty video but the sound of someone breathing heavily on the other side. The more you thought about him, the tighter your coil winded and the more you wanted to drown in bliss. 

It was so close, you just needed that extra push but you couldn't get there. You didn't know how or where to touch yourself to reach your high. "Fuck…I can't…" Sighing in defeat you stop and take a minute to calm down and get your heartbeat back to normal. Opening your eyes and staring at the ceiling, you pouted and wished for more until you noticed that the screen was still lit. "Oh, well at least she finished." You chuckle and lock your phone. 

Hoping into the shower, you clean up and head back to bed. The moment your head touches the pillow a sudden knock on your door makes you jolt up. Who the fuck? You ask yourself as you get up to check. Looking through the peephole you see the person whose name you were calling out while your fingers were up your cunt. Opening the door, you see him and he's panting hard - almost as if he's out of breath. "Keisuke…what are you-" You began to say but were cut off by him crashing his lips into you. The sudden action threw you completely off. Baji wasn't stopping, his kisses were intense and he made his way through your front door while still being latched onto you and kicked the door closed behind him. 

Pulling away you finally got a breather. "What are you doing here and why-" He didn't let you finish your question. "I heard everything. You called my name." He smirked, almost baring his fangs. His response made your stomach flip. He heard you, when? Oh God this was beyond mortifying. You covered your face and felt as if your skin was on fire. "How??" But recalling how your phone was still lit up when you stopped playing with yourself, it made you dizzy, did he call? Was it an accidental voice command? You couldn't think straight, let alone breathe. "Doesn't matter, you wanna  cum, right? Just don't know how? I'll show you…" Sweet baby cthulhu…he made your knees weak. Not even knowing how to respond, you nodded yes with your head still in your palms. 

In your room, Baji leaned against the headboard and had you completely bare with your back against his chest. He roamed his hands along the valley of your chest, gently massaging your breasts and planted kisses on your cheek and nibbled on the shell of your ear. "Some women cum by just stimulating their tits, you know. Let's find out if you're one of them, shall we?" He asks as he pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers. He was making you pant and squirm, your hands immediately grip his thighs, it felt like electricity was coursing through your veins. Seeing you so vulnerable and hearing your whimpers made his cock harden. You felt him twitching, would he put it in you before the end of the night? It feels big, could you handle him or will he tear you apart? 

Your hips were beginning to rut against nothing as he continued to get rougher. The stimulation felt amazing but you were getting impatient - you wanted to be touched somewhere else. "Keisuke, please - touch me here…" You beg, taking his hand and guiding him through your folds. Never in his life did he imagine you begging him to touch you, nor having your nude body in sight. Lithe fingers were gently exploring your honeypot with tenderness. Baji could feel your slick coating his fingers, you were so wet that he thought you might just be able to take him now. "(Y/N), have you played with yourself like this before?" He asks and slides a single digit in your hole and pinches your nipple harder. The difference was apparent, his single finger reached deeper than your own fingers. Your lips parted and your chest was heaving as he thrusted his finger in and out. Baji could feel your walls clench and your body tremble against him. She's gonna fucking take my cock so well… He thinks to himself. 

"We need to stretch you out a bit more, sweetheart. Open your legs a little wider for me." Doing as you're told you thought you were going to melt on top of him. He was making your body feel ecstasy with minimal effort. Soon your cunt clenched as he added a second digit. "ah…you're-" You moaned but were cut off by him tilting your head in his direction and kissing you. He swallowed your moans as his fingers picked up the pace. He was making a mess out of you as his tongue overwhelmed yours. Baji curled his finger to hit a certain spot that made your hips jolt. Breaking the kiss, you moan loudly and say his name. "’Feels good yeah? Remember this feeling." He whispers in your ear and wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him and grinding his hardened member against you. “How do you want to cum, sweetheart? From my hands, my tongue…my cock? Or all three? I’ll make you cum as many times as you can handle.” He was serious, showing you how to come undone and helping you understand your body was a mission he wanted to complete. A tingling sensation was building up and running down your spine. “Oh god, Kei - I think I’m gonna cum.” You mewl and clench around his digits. Hearing him pant and lightly groan as his cock was receiving friction had your core dripping even more - he sounded divine. 

Baji released your waist and focused his other hand on your clit - he was working you double time. His fingers were tracing circles on your bundle of nerves, making your pitch higher and higher. Your body didn’t know where to focus, inside or outside? Regardless, it was an intense sensation that was taking over your body, your coil had been wound up so tight that your nails were digging into his thighs. “Cum for me, baby.” Almost on queue, your body reached its limit and your coil snapped. Oh how he loved the way his name repeatedly dripped from your lips. You experienced your first orgasm and at the hands of your closest friend. He left you gasping and writhing. 

Soon you realized that your lower half was drenched in your juices. Not only did you orgasm but you squirted all over his hands and wrist. “K-Keisuke, I’m so sorry!” You squeak in embarrassment and cover your face with your hands, you don't wanna look him in the eyes - what if he is disgusted with you? Baji cupped your chin and titled your face towards him, making you drop your hands away from your face, he was smirking. He popped his fingers in his mouth and licked his digits clean, with no words he was letting you know it was ok. You tasted like honey and he wanted more. "We're not done (Y/N)...lay down." He commanded and gave you a wicked grin. You clenched instinctively, the man was determined to have you fall apart over and over again. 

Sure enough Baji was between your thighs, you could feel his lips curl into a smile when your thighs quivered. He dove in and darted his tongue in and out. Your hands were pulling his hair, trying to keep yourself from floating off into the Abyss. His continuous teasing and edging had you begging for mercy. "Keisuke - please! Let me cum!" You beg pathetically and rut your hips, the way he flattened his tongue to take a long swipe of your slit made your back arch. Baji continued licking and sucking on your clit with fervor. Your clit was already sensitive from your first O, having him fuck you with both his tongue and fingers - you thought you were going to die. 

He was pulling your strings and making your body feel and do things you never thought were possible. "You're mine now, (Y/N). No one else will have you, no one else will touch you or make you cum like me." Baji said while gripping your thighs and focusing on your bundle of nerves. Finally, he granted your wish and had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your moans were almost screams. The sound of someone pounding on the wall next door made you both pause and burst out in laughter. Ok, maybe he made you cum a little too hard this time. “I might have to move Kei…I don’t think I can look at my neighbors faces anymore.” You say out of breath and pull him up towards you, locking your lips with his and nip at the tip of his tongue. 

Baji pulled away and looked you in the eyes. His expression was serious, did you do something wrong? “So, are you mine?” Ah, that’s why he stopped, he wanted affirmation from you. You’ve known him long enough to know that when he really likes someone - he won’t let them go. “I’m all yours Keisuke…” Now for sure your neighbors were going to hate you tonight. Baji was going to keep making you scream all night - he wasn’t finished as he had yet to make you cum on his cock. 

END

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS

ghost: your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :( doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way... stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/ so incredibly jealous ghost coded surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :) soap: don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!< pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊 whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :( he can't stay away from ur pretty lips gaz: he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵 late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car... staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea price: price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it? he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him halloween mission gone wrong! :( your weight is no match for him alejandro: average alejandro camera roll smh he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done titty man :) sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner rudy: he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it typa shit rudy's on pussy so soft and healthy eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper

[monster-mash-m]

Imagine catching the eye of a very old vampire. He’s been around for senturies, yet doesn’t tend to leave his castle all too much. However you’ve stumbled into the forest housing his castle, somehow. A sweet treat, and it just so happens he is on a nice stroll to stretch his legs. He noticed you. And the dreck you’re wearing. No no. You’re too beautiful to wear such immodest or scabby clothes (in his opinion.)

He then approached you, and of course a strange man approaching you in a forest at night is a slight red flag. So of course you start running away but he’s much faster and blocks your path. “My dear do not run, I must discuss those unsightly garbs!” You pause in bewilderment nearly crashing into him. “Huh?”

“Let me adorn you with silks and jewels that suit you more dear.” He said in his head rather generously “no beauty like yourself should be in such… peasantries.”

And this is how you’ve ended up being a vampires little dress up doll. He loves putting you in all kinds of outfits, could you blame him? He’s a very lonely man, and you’re just so…. Mesmerizing, so enticing to him in a way he can’t quite describe.

However… the vampire had become quite more dubious with dressing you recently. Before hand he left you to your privacy when you changed, but now he insists to be in the room with you to ‘make sure you put it on properly’.

Despite your gender he will subtly hand you lingerie and see in you wear it.

If you do? He gets even more… mischievous. His hands go lower and lower on you back as he guides you through his castle.

His eyes lower to your chest and lower as you talk.

His mind wonders far too much recently.

Maybe you should give the old vampire a little treat, hm?

[withnia]

Because you horny mfs love the nsfw links i post here’s more!! enjoyyy😌

18+ MINORS DNI

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⤍ chan stretching you

⤍ han misses you

⤍ chan shares you with minho

⤍ hyunjin knows how to take care of you

⤍ getting used by hyunchan

⤍ hang out with minho, chan, jeongin and seungmin

⤍ minho wants to try bdsm (BIG tw for this one yall its kinda discusting and messy but we love that)

⤍ seungmin fucking the absolute shit out of you

⤍ minho tames you for being a brat

⤍ felix finds out you’re into pain kink (VERY MESSY)

⤍ changbin fucks you after a stressful day at the studio

⤍ jeongin knows you love dirty talk

⤍ having bangchan, minho, seungmin and hyunjin punish you (hyune is filming)

⤍ minho loves to see you in pain

⤍ ot8 gang bang 💗

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༄ NOTE ~ Thank you soo much for so many likes, reblogs and follows! it means the world to me!

i hope you like these links, i have a lot more still, so if you want more please tell me in the comments or message me!

Don’t forget to like & reblog if you enjoyed + please leave feedback! ♡︎

[spicymancer]

Princess & the Pawn (Full Comic) An ActiRanger Adventure!

(Bonus page and additional info after the jump)

More info about the ActiRangers/Gambit Gang here and here. Be aware that most of my Actiranger stuff is Adult themed and NSFW!

[cameronsprincess]

OBX PORN LINKS PT. 2

18+ only! these are twitter porn links, not fics!

༯ RAFE CAMERON;;

— riding bf!rafe

— giving frat daddy!rafe head

— rafe takes you hard and fast

— bouncing on rafe’s cock

— rafe fucks your throat and plays your nipples

— giving rafe head in the car

༯ JJ MAYBANK;;

— slowly fucking jj’s cock

— jj eats your pussy

— riding best friend!jj

— bent over for jj

— riding jj pt. 2

— messy sex w jj

[xdaddysprincessxx]

!!!!!jskwkwhwbjwjs!!!skwkwlj!!!!!!!! I will never stop screaming about this. Fucking hell I NEED THIS LIKE I NEED AIR!! I am a mess!!! I wish I could erase my brain so I could enjoy this like it was the first time every time. Bravo 👏🏼 👏🏼

'𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

pairing: contractor!joel miller x f!reader

genre: no outbreak au, modern au, explicit smut, minors dni

word count: 3k

summary: joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

warnings: hints of reader being in a toxic relationship, age gap, daddy kink, piv, dirty talk , revenge sex and filming it, infidelity (reader cheating on her bf), praise kink

a/n: This was completely spontaneous, normally I was going to finish one of the haunted hoedown entries but I saw a ✨ s p i c y ✨ video and instantly got up to write this because that video was something else I tell you. Sucks that they don't credit those things on twitter so I can find more of the guy he was also older hence the age gap fgbgfbf

thank you to @johnwatsn for beta'ing this (and sorry for all the typos lmaodfbfg) and thank you to @pedrorascal for the stunning gif 💜

“I’m not paying extra if you do overtime, old man. You said a week and you’ll finish in a week. I don’t care if your knees hurt or you have a heart attack in the middle of hammering a nail—you finish my girlfriend’s kitchen in time. Got it?”  

Joel had a lot of unpleasant customers. John was just one of many but his comment had stuck with him. And it wasn’t the rude comments or the tone that basically told Joel that John thought of him as dog shit; no, it was none of that. It was the old man that had bugged him. The hissed comment of his age slithering under his skin and agitating his body. 

Joel knew that it only bothered him because it was true. He was an old man. His daughter in her last year of college, doing her absolute best and growing while he was getting old. His skin creasing at the eyes every time he laughed and his hair more salt than pepper. 

The thoughts continuing to swirl in his head, with a sigh, he knocks on the door of John’s girlfriend, expecting a woman as equally as unpleasant and demanding. 

You’re far from what he expected. Your smile is bright, your eyes kind and lips looking soft and shiny. Joel has trouble gathering himself when you extend a hand, not a care in the world. His eyes drop to where your sweetheart neckline pushes your breasts together, slightly spilling over the fabric. His mouth goes dry, cock twitching under the denim. 

Guess some parts of him didn’t get the memo that he was an old man now. 

“Joel, right?” you ask, voice unsure and timid. Your eyes gradually take in the height of him, moving to explore the broadness of his shoulders and stopping at his eyes. “John mentioned you.” 

Joel’s stomach suddenly turns sour, it’s enough for him to snap out of the sudden lustful gaze he found himself in. He grabs your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “That’s right. Joel Miller at your service, ma’am.” 

He might be imagining it, but he swears your breath hitches just a little when he takes your hand. 

“How chivalrous,” you smile and move to the side. “Come on in, Mr. Miller.” 

“Joel is just fine,” he grunts, reminded of the old-age comment. How young were you, he wonders. Late twenties, early thirties? He has no idea. He’s also not sure if he wants to know. 

You close the door behind him and nod, “Alright then Joel,” you step in front of him, walking towards what he assumes is the kitchen. Joel dutifully follows. “I’m sure John told you about what needs to be done, so hopefully you don’t have any questions.” 

He raises an eyebrow at that, confusion swirling in his expression. You don’t turn to look at him, entering the kitchen, you continue, “I had something else in mind originally but he told me to trust him so... I guess that’s what I’m doing now.” 

“That don’t sound right,” Joel mumbles. He gives the area a once over, he sees a lot of pink, clean, and polished furniture. The windows are large, allowing the sun to bathe everything within. He vaguely remembers John mentioning a dark, minimalist look but he wasn’t really listening at the time. “Isn’t this your kitchen?” 

Your shoulders raise at his question and you finally turn to face him, kind eyes now tainted with a hint of sadness, “It’s going to be our kitchen soon. He probably thinks it’s too girly.” 

“That’s no reason to leave you out of the design process,” Joel answers, taking a step closer. You smile helplessly with a shrug, your eyes dropping to his lips before averting them. His pulse races, something wicked forming in his head. He stops an inch away from you, a mere breeze would’ve been enough for your bodies to touch but he keeps still and so do you. You’re flustered, he can tell. “You wanna tell me what you had in mind?” 

Your eyes briefly go wide, something like shame crossing your face but the expression is quickly replaced by understanding, “Oh the design,” you murmur, voice barely a whisper. “I honestly would’ve loved some more counter room since I love to bake.” 

“Well, you’re in luck darlin’ because I don’t remember much of the details your boyfriend gave me,” he smiles when your brows furrow with confusion. “Meanin’ you have to lead me with the design.” 

He swears your smile is the brightest damn thing he’s seen in a long while. 

It’s the last day of the constructions in your kitchen but you’re not thinking of the new kitchen counter or the new cupboard, all you’re thinking of is Joel’s proposition, and how you were soaked with just the mere thought of it. 

You and Joel had grown close during the time he fixed up your kitchen. Surprisingly, you actually went with the design you initially wanted and not the one John had in mind. You knew it would lead to a fight and some part of you was glad—John was meant to be perfect but it was only on paper. He was a dream boat when in public and amongst friends, but alone? Not a chance. He belittled you, hated almost all your hobbies and always made unnecessary comments on what you looked like. 

Despite yourself, you had blabbed all of that to Joel. He made you feel safe, and the fact that he was very pleasant to look at helped. He didn’t say much but you could tell that he was livid, which secretly made you pleased. It was good to see that how John treated you wasn’t actually the norm. 

You loved watching him work. The way sweat would slide all the way down to his neck and how his muscles would tense, straining the fabric of his shirt. 

He told you about how John had treated him, confessed he thought you would be the same. Your insides had boiled with anger. You apologized profusely and he just shook it off, saying it wasn’t your fault. 

Then the kiss had happened. 

It had happened on a particularly bad day. You were upset, filled with negative emotions to the brim and all you wanted was unconditional comfort. You kissed him, he didn’t stop you until your hand reached for his belt. 

“I wanna show that asshole how amazin’ you are,” he had said. “Will you let me?” 

At the time you hadn’t known what he meant by that. 

But now you do. 

“Look into the camera, sweetheart,” he murmurs, mouth pressed against your ear. You shudder, your bare body feeling good against his, like you were made for him. Your pussy throbs and drools all over his cock that slides agonizingly slow between your folds. You try to do as he says but it’s just too hard when your eyes are constantly on the brink of rolling back into your skull. He drags his lips down your neck as his large hands knead your breasts, your nipples achingly hard. “Don’t make me say it again, honey. Don’t make me be mean when you’re such a good girl.” 

“Oh, fuck—” your body shudders, lashes fluttering as you stare right into the camera with a lost expression. You see yourself, Joel right behind you. You don’t know how but he looks even taller while his body splays over yours, bending you over. He presses his palm over your forehead, forcing the arch of your back. Your inner thighs are soaked, his cock moving between your legs. You see the flash of the glistening head every time he rocks himself forward. 

He looks into the camera and your entire body clenches with want, “Look at that,” he hums, laving your neck in open-mouthed wet kisses. “Your girlfriend already going stupid with my cock. Not so bad for an old man huh?” 

Joel’s lips stretch menacingly, eyes shining  with amusement. Letting go of your forehead, he pushes both your tits closer to the camera, thumbs moving over the pebbled flesh. You moan loudly and your legs quiver. 

“Sweet thing over here tells me you don’t let her ride you—I thought you were a dumbass before but now I think you’re a downright moron. Fuckin’ hell, who wouldn’t want such an eager thing jumpin’ up and down his cock.” 

You whimper, eyes going teary. Your heart races wildly in your chest. “J—Joel, please. . .” 

“Hear  that, John,” he growls, the tremble of each word reverberating into your skin. “She’s beggin’ for my cock. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” 

You nod but it’s not enough for him, not enough for Joel. “Don’t be shy now, tell him. He ever got you this wet?” 

“N-No,” you breathe out and maniacally shake your head. “N-Never.” 

“Poor thing,” he clicks his tongue. “Poor poor thing. Don’t worry, daddy’s got you now. Doesn’t he?” 

“Yes,” you slur, pushing back your hips. “Fuck me, fuck me—Fuck me, daddy, please.” 

“Say it again,” his teeth sink into your skin. “One more and I’ll fuck you.” 

“Daddy,” you moan, eyes rolling back. “Daddy, need you, need your cock. Fuck me, please.” 

He hums in satisfaction, “Well, since you asked so darn nicely,” Joel kisses your temple and his lips move over your skin as he speaks to the camera, “Looks like she’s my girl now, my good girl.” 

When he buries himself into you, inch by inch, your jaw goes slack and your nipples go tight. You forget about the camera, about John who’ll see this. You only think of him. He stretches you to your very limit, his cock thick and hard. It takes you everything not to move your hips. You want Joel to tell you what to do. You want him to fuck you so good that your mind will go blank as you start bouncing on his cock. His one hand grips your waist firmly as the other remains underneath your breast, the sensitive flesh spilling over his hand while holding you. 

“How does it feel?” he murmurs into your ear, his cruel teasing from earlier gone. 

“Good,” you whimper, squeezing him tight. “So fucking good, the biggest I’ve ever had.” 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he kisses the skin behind your ear. “Such a filthy mouth on such an innocent lookin’ girl. You were wasted on that jackass.” 

He knocks the air from your lungs before you can answer. The drag of his cock like lightning searing your skin. He fucks you hard, almost angrily, but you know it’s not directed at you. Never at you. The smack of his balls against your ass fills the bedroom, and you’re positive the phone is recording every wet, filthy sound. It doesn’t take much for Joel to reduce you into a withering mess, every word forgotten, his hips relentless as he fucks deeper and deeper into you. 

Then suddenly you’re tilting back, his arm an anchor around your stomach as you find yourself between his thighs sitting on his lap. Your eyes move to the screen, you look perfect between his legs, the muscles tensing and flexing as he grinds his hips. Your skin pleasantly burns. 

“Come on, sweetheart, show him what he’s been missin’ out on.” 

Joel leans back, palm planted firmly on your mattress with pretty pink flowers that John hates. 

Your body takes control, your brain swimming in a fog of lust and pleasure. You grip his thick thighs, bracing yourself, you begin to move up and down his cock. He fills you beautifully. His gaze is fixed on the tiny camera, staring directly into it as you try your best to please him. Arousal coils tight in your stomach. Your breasts sway with your every move, your body coating him in shiny slick. 

“A throne for a princess,” he groans, eyes moving from the camera to your reflection on the screen. Fire burns down your spine. His gaze and presence alone choking the air from your lungs. You twist yourself to get a better look at him, catching his gaze momentarily, you moan wantonly at the sight. Him only sitting, relaxed while you’re breaking down sends jolts of electricity up and down your spine. You sit wholly, grinding down while keeping his cock buried deep inside, searching for that devastating spot inside you. 

The world around you becomes a bright white when you do. 

Your ears start ringing, and you begin to shake, legs clamp together as you shudder around the length of him. A choked sound between laughter and bewilderment tears from your throat. Your body moves of its own accord now, helplessly bouncing on his cock, the bulbous head grazing against a certain spot that just makes you want more and more and more—

“Yes yes yes yes,” you chant. Joel’s head disappears from view everytime you move up. You hear his moans, they become louder and louder, his southern drawl becoming prominent the more fucked out he gets. 

His sounds only spur you on, making you ride him harder, sweat beading at your tailbone. Your pussy swallows him hungrily, every inch of him without protest. While you’re absolutely lost on his cock, you notice him tilting his head so he’s in view again. You hold your breath. His mouth parts, the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, he gives the camera a taunting look. Joel’s expression turns into a half smile and he wraps his arms around you. One going over right above your breasts and the other around your stomach. His hand cups the side of your neck. He drags his mouth down and up your cheek. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” he rasps, kissing you. You look to the camera, hips slowing but not stopping. “Yes, pretty girl, just like that,” another kiss. “Look at that pretty girl getting fucked.” 

Joel squeezes your breast as  his arm comes down, both of them now tight around your stomach. You feel him pulsing deep inside you. His voice is thick with arousal. “Look how beautiful you are on my dick. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?” 

You nod and grind against him, loving how deep he feels. He kisses your neck, tongue tracing shapes into your skin as both his hands come up to your tits and squeezes them, the plump flesh spilling from between his knuckles. His lips move down your shoulder and back up your neck, following the same path over and over again, decorating it with slow kisses. 

Joel gives the camera one last look before disappearing behind you,  fingers sprawled over your stomach and down between your legs. You feel the rough hairs between your shoulder blades first, then the softness of his lips follows through. Your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back, his mouth is so goddamn soft, the skin tingling and burning at the same time. 

His hips snap up, and with the sudden movement, a fresh wave of wetness coats his cock. You lean forward, face closer to the camera, while he lays back, watching hungirly at the way your ass moves. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, smacking both your asscheeks simultaneously. 

Then before you know it he’s moving, pressing you fully over the table in front of you, the phone shaking as he begins to hammer into you. You can’t even see what you look like anymore, your head dropping, you cry out his name. If it wasn’t for his hands on your hips, you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

“That’s it, come on my cock,” he nips at your shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet—can you hear that? Can you hear how fuckin’ soaked your girlfriend is on an old man’s cock?” 

It takes you a second to realize he’s not talking to you, but the camera. You flutter around him, squeezing him tight enough that he moans, hips slowing. “Daddy,” you gasp. And with that, you finally let go, cunt gushing around him, coating him with slick. Joel peppers your back with soft, quick kisses, whispering praise between every kiss. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, bet you never came that hard before. Good girl—my good fuckin’ girl, wettin’ my cock so well.” 

You tighten and gush around him a second time, you swear by how hard you’re clenching your insides most likely have taken the shape of him. 

“Where do you want me?” he whispers into your skin. Words coming muffled and hoarse, dripping slow like molasses. You push back against him, looking into the camera with a small smile. 

“Inside me, daddy, please.” 

“Oh shit—” he picks up the pace, the thrust of his hips sloppy and needy. “Shit shit shit—so fuckin’ perfect, so good for allowin’ this old man to wreck her good—So good for tellin’ me to fill her up—fuck—” 

You’re blindsided by how honest he suddenly is, the rasp of his voice going straight between your legs. His hips stutter and Joel comes with a loud, thick moan, spilling into you. You moan right alongside him. He continues to rock into you with shallow thrusts, laying kisses on every patch of skin his lips can reach. 

While you’re lost in complete bliss, he reaches around you and grabs the phone, stopping the recording before collapsing back to the bed, pulling you along with him. 

“You feel so good,” he says, cock softening inside. You feel his come trickling down from between your thighs and shiver. 

“You feel good too,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and covering his lips with your own. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” 

“Guess this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve,” he chuckles weakly and you press another kiss, this time on his cheek. “We don’t have to by the way.” 

“Don’t have to what?” 

“Send the video.” 

You stare at the phone for a second, brows furrowed as you think. Then with a quick shrug, you turn back to him. “Nah, let him see it. I could’ve forgiven how he treated me but not you.” 

He clicks his tongue with disapproval, “You shouldn’t forgive him for how he treated you either, darlin’. You deserve better.” 

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to prove it me then,” you smile and with a sudden impulse, boop his nose. He laughs, nipping the pad of your finger. 

“I guess I will.”  

[dumbbitchgalore]

Soon-to-be Single!Price sending this to his soon-to-be cheater wife to show her how good the new babysitter is taking care of him (🌽 link)

John’s intentions with bringing you into the house as a babysitter were genuinely pure. He wanted you to help fill the void inside his twin daughters’ hearts ripped open by their absent, whoring mother. 

One night he finds himself scrolling through the Au Pair website looking for the suitable candidate and he finds you. A foreigner, good with kids, previously working as a tutor and now currently on a gap year from studying at university to give a helping hand mouth and pussy to families like his. And that is how he brought you into his home. 

John’s wife seemingly did not care, as long as her kids didn’t bother her, she couldn’t care about who’s taking care of them. 

Day by day, John becomes enamoured by you. The way you took care of his kids was pulling at his heart strings, daring him to get closer to you, to get to know you better and possibly become friends so that he has someone to take to. That is his intention, right?

He learns your favourite colour, food, the flowers you like, the designer items on your wishlist hoping to be rich enough to buy them. He memorises your features. Your perfect lips, manicured hands, your prim and proper appearance in front of him is almost like a facade to protect yourself. 

And it is, you try to protect yourself from John, to keep a distance and always be polite with an air of professionalism. You can’t let him know that your head over heels to hear his gravelling voice, to stare at his cerulean eyes or even just to get close enough to smell his cologne. You definitely didn’t want him to think of you as a strange au pair that he regretted choosing. 

Often you and John would find yourselves alone in the home after tending to the girls and putting them to bed and going to the kitchen to enjoy a snack before bed. Tonight, you find John leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of whiskey as you go to open the fridge. You know, politely acknowledging his presence. 

“Care to share a glass with me?” John’s smooth voice engulfs your presence. 

You turn back looking at him as you give him a soft smile, “Thank you for the offer Mr Price, but-”

Before you finish, he puts his hand up signalling you to stop talking and sighs before taking another sip of his drink. 

“Turning down a man going through a divorce?” 

Your eyes widen at his question, “You and Mrs Price are-”

“That slut doesn’t deserve to be called by my last name.” He says curtly. 

You nod, making your way next to him and pouring yourself a drink and taking a sip, the liquid deliciously burning down your throat.

“I’d appreciate you not telling the girls, I don’t want them worrying.”

“Of course, sir-”

“John. Just John is fine.”

“Alright, John.” You say and John swears that you were a siren in disguise at that moment. Your sweet voice calling his name like a holy man being lulled in by a succubus. 

A few too many drinks later, you find yourself in such a predicament. On the floor, watching yourself in the mirror as you sloppily makeout with John’s cock as he records you. Suckling his head, you drool onto the floor, laving it as your tongue prods at his slit, guttural moans spewing out of his mouth encouraging your ministrations. 

You let go of his tip with a ‘pop’ noise, making your way down his length. Long wet drags on your tongue along John’s veins cause him to shiver in delight, begging his body not to cum too early on. 

His voice cuts through the air of whimpers and wet sucks as John addresses his wife in the video. 

“You could never suck my cock like this and you’ve given yourself wrinkles from the amount of dumbfucks you blew after work.”

John forcefully takes your mouth off his cock, halting the momentum of pleasure inside of him. He grabs your chin harshly, making you face the camera. Your lips red and bitten from his kisses, drool staining your chin as you look at the camera doe-eyed and needy.

“This sweet little thing takes care of the girls better than you do. She’ll be a better wife than you, ya slag.”

[zevrra]

—cherry red

virgin!choso who’s never even had his first kiss and he wants nothing more than to experience these uncharted waters with you and only you.

“stick out your tongue a little.” you whisper against his lips after a few heated moments of making out. he’s dazed, chasing after your lips, dark eyes full of lust glancing across your face; seeking for what you want. but he does as you say, letting you kiss him even deeper than before. moans into your mouth with a lift of his hips. already hard and needy. he wants you to touch him more and more, tight and stiff in the pants he wears.

“please. i can’t. i’m—“ he cries into your mouth as your palm finds the tent between his legs. you barely wrap your hand around his cock, stroking upwards towards the head, before he’s cumming beneath your touch. whines and thrusts into your hand that is still curled around him, stuttering through his premature orgasm.

he’s panting, mumbling a soft and sweet sorry, as he leans back against your couch when he comes down from his high. and the sight of him, messy and disheveled, is enough to keep your hand moving. faster and faster against his pants to stiffen him up and drag him into overstimulation, watching tears build at the corners of his eyes as he begs you to stop.

he doesn’t mean it. keep using him to your heart’s content. he fucking loves it.

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Cabin in the Woods lll

Dave York x f!reader

Dead dove/dark fic, dubcon, gun kink, oral (m & f receiving) piv (wrap ya wily, we don’t want babies) 1 slap, 1 spit in the face, breeding ish kink, reader is also manipulative in a way wink wink, I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Back down in the basement, your forced to be alone with your thoughts. And your thoughts seem to be focused solely on the mystery man . . .

Warnings:

A/n: Part tres amigos! I am absolutely enjoying writing these two little devils! I’m not sure how many parts this is actually gonna have, in all honesty I’ve just been vibing and going off of that lol but I am planning another series soon so check out the little teaser I made

Ever since the man brought you back down to the basement, your time at the cabin hasn’t been terrible. He’s been consistent with bringing you food and water regularly. Every few hours or so he comes and brings you upstairs to use the bathroom almost treating you as if your a dog he has to let out. The makeshift pallet you’ve been sleeping on is rather cozy if you ignore how hard the unforgiving cement floor is. The two of you never exchange words, the man mostly just grunts at you with the occasional kick to your side if your asleep when he comes down.

After what feels like a century, you’ve finally had enough. You’ve gone stir crazy being stuck down here. No one to talk to and nothing to entertain you except your thoughts, you’re ready to go postal on the man. It doesn’t help that your last encounter keeps replaying in your mind on a damn loop. Your no longer scared as much as you are pissed and horny. Two things you know for certain: 1) you want out. Now. And 2) you want the man to fuck you hard again.

Your ears perk up when you hear the man’s footsteps come towards the basement door, causing you to sit up ready to beg him to hold you hostage upstairs. You have a plan you’ve been thinking of for awhile now and now it seems is time to put it in action.

As Dave descends to the bottom of the stairs he flicks the light on and can’t help but notice how your sitting there almost as if you’ve been waiting for him. Pretty doe eyes look up at him all innocent like. Looking very much like a pure little angel that he very much wants to defile over and over again. Walking over to where you sit, he bends over sitting a plate and cup down grunting at you as if to say ‘Here, eat”

“Thank you sir. I appreciate everything you do for me.” You say sweetly hoping to butter him up a little.

“Uh huh.” Dave replies, suspicious as to why your thanking him. I mean I have done a lot for her. Kept her alive when I should’ve gotten rid of her especially after she ran from me, he thinks.

“May I ask you a question sir?” You ask quickly, hoping to get the ball rolling on this plan of yours.

“What is it?” the man barks out.

“What’s your name? If I’m stuck here with you I’d like to know who I’m stuck with.” You say using your sweetest voice, really laying the sweet angel act on thick.

Raising his eyebrow, he looks you up and down with a quizzical look on his face. “Dave. My names Dave.” He responds, feeling fine with giving you his real name knowing you will never leave this cabin alive.

“Dave, I like that name. Well it’s nice to meet you Dave.” His name rolling off your tongue, you can’t help but think of screaming his name while he takes you from behind.

You start to sit up on your knees as you lean forward on your hands crawling towards Dave, “Dave I must say I am very grateful for everything you do for me. But there is something else.” You say seductively as you look up at him with a sensual expression. Bringing your hand up, walking your fingers up his leg, “Can I please come back upstairs? I’ll be good I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want.” You tell Dave suggestively.

“Ah I see. So you think you can look at me all innocent like, ask me my name and practically moan it out loud when I tell you, only to beg me to let you out of the basement?” Dave says as he bends down to your level, face to face, “What happened to ‘thank you for everything sir.’ ? You should be grateful I’ve let you live you stupid little girl.” He practically spat in your face.

Spitting in his face, “Fuck you!” You yell. In a split second after you said that, Dave raises his hand and slaps you hard across your face, “ You fucking bitch!” Dave yells back as he wipes your spit off his face, only to then grab you by your chin and force you to look at him.

“You wanna act like a silly, little girl and beg, then fucking beg.” He says threw gritted teeth. Roughly he shoves your face to the side as he lets go of your chin. Feeling hurt and your ego a tad bruised, you cast your eyes down unsure if you should actually beg like he said or keep quiet. The wetness pooling in the boxers he lent you is undeniable. That slap turned you on.

Dave stands back up and grabs his gun out of his holster on the back of his pants.

Using the barrel of the gun, he places it on your cheek and tilts your head back up so your looking at him again. “Open your mouth.” He orders. Terrified, you do as he says and you open your mouth.

Dave slowly caresses your face with his gun before he traces your open mouth with the barrel. “Such a pretty fucking mouth. Too bad you like to use your teeth.” Dave says as he starts to put the barrel of his gun in your mouth.

Shocked, you just keep as still as possible. The man put a fucking gun in your mouth! Dave put his gun in your mouth!!! So why the hell do you feel the need to please him and put on a little show? Show him how good you can suck his gun and maybe you’ll earn some of his trust and he’ll give you a taste of his cock again. You tighten your lips around the barrel and begin sucking on his gun. The cold taste of metal floods your tastebuds only spurs you on more. Bobbing your head up and down the length of the barrel you dare to look up to see Dave watching you through half lidded eyes.

“Fuck look at you. What a filthy little girl. Sucking on my damn gun like it’s a cock. Is that what you want sweetheart? You want my cock again?” Dave says in a low, baritone voice.

Keeping the gun in your mouth, you shake your head yes as best you can while keeping eye contact with Dave.

Grunting, Dave slides the gun out of your mouth while he unbuckles his pants to reveal his thick cock, already an angry red and very hard, all for you.

Your eyes widen with lust ready to swallow every inch he gives you. Before you even move the tiniest centimeter towards him, he puts his gun up to the side of your head.

“Aht before you suck my cock just know my gun will stay right here. You try anything and I mean anything and I will shoot you.” Dave growls at you. As scared as you are, feeling his gun rest on your temple has you getting even wetter. Licking your lips, you move towards Dave reaching out to grab his thick member. This time your able to get an even better look at him. The prominent vein going down the entire length of him on the side as it curves underneath. The head is an angry red with drops of precum already leaking from the slit. You drop your jaw and welcome his smooth cock into your mouth. His musky scent filling your nostrils while your tongue flattens underneath his cock. Bobbing your head up and down, you quickly found a nice rhythm, twirling your tongue around his cock while going up and down his length. Looking up again with tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you push yourself to go all the way down to the base of his dick.

“Fuck that’s right baby swallow every fucking inch just like that.” Dave purrs as your lips and nose hit his dark patch of curls.

After enjoying the warm heat of your mouth deep throating his dick for a little bit longer, Dave pulls you off his cock by your hair. Saliva strings connect you to him as you take a deep gulp of breath in, your chest heaving up and down. Wordlessly Dave shoved you down causing you to fall back on your butt, he gets down on his knees, completely level with you now. He grips your knees pulling your legs apart as he runs his nose down your thigh towards your pussy. As he reaches your mound, he rubs his nose over your mound and takes a deep breath, reveling in your sweet scent.

Sitting up on your elbows, you look down at Dave’s head in between your thighs in disbelief. You didn’t take him for a man who ever went down on a woman much less enjoyed it. Unable to hold it back any longer, you let out a soft moan as Dave kissed your lips. He took no time in pulling down the boxers covering your sweet, sweet heaven. Once bare Dave dove back in and started exploring your pussy with his tongue. He licked up and down your slit a few times, stopping to swirl around your clit. After a few swirls his lips attached to your clit and started to suck.

Unable to believe the scene in front of you, you couldn’t help but reach down and pull on his thick locks as you moaned so sweetly. Bringing a deep guttural moan from Dave as he continued his assault on your pussy. In no time you were already close. Maybe it was part of the fact you were constantly turned on thinking about Dave and how he felt when he fucked you. Or the other night when he helped you cum as he came on you. But you were loving this. Throwing caution to the wind you started to buck up in his face as you held onto his hair keeping right where you want him.

Growling, Dave grips your thighs, keeping you spread open as his tongue enters your pussy, fucking you open on his tongue. He can feel you clench, suspecting you were close already, this confirmed it for him. Going back up to your clit he starts going back and forth on swirling around your clit and sucking it.

That does it for you. Feeling yourself fall over the edge, you began cumming hard onto Dave’s face. “Oh fuck oh fuck yes yes please don’t stop oh god yes!” You practically shouted.

Enjoying the fruits of his labor, Dave greedily sucks up every ounce of your sweet nectar that he can. All too soon his mouth leaves your pussy as he looks up at you like an animal about to attack it’s prey. Soon you feel his massive hands slide up to your hips and toss you over onto your stomach treating you like a rag doll. As if you couldn’t get any wetter, your pussy gushes even more at the rough treatment.

Before you even get a chance to get up on your knees you feel Dave’s body cover yours and without warning he fills you to the brim with his cock. Splitting you open, feeling the sweet burn of being stretched wide, he gives you no time to adjust before he’s pumping in and out of your sweet heaven. Your whole body feels as though it’s been set on fire and you love it.

Pinned down by Dave’s body all you can do is make a deep, guttural grunt as you lay there and take every punishing thrust of his hips. “Fuck that’s it baby. This sweet fucking pussy keeps sucking me in. Gonna milk me dry. You want my load in this fucking pussy little girl? Huh?”

Unable to even speak you nod your head as best you can because good god you want his cum deep inside you. You know you shouldn’t enjoy any bit of this but you do. Oh god you do. You love when he’s mean to you, when he calls you names and even more when he manhandles you however he wants and makes you take everything he gives you.

“Nng fuck yes fuck yes you do. You want my fucking load baby you’re gonna take it. Keep every fucking drop in this pussy.” Dave all but moans out as he saw you nod your head yes. Loving how depraved and filthy you are. In the back of his head he’s already decided he’s going to keep you. You’re his now whether you like it or not. All too soon he feels his balls tighten up and after a few more thrusts, Dave starts coming deep inside you.

Feeling his cock pulse inside you, you can’t help but moan at the feeling of being filled. A tiny voice in the very back of your head almost hoping his seed will take, wanting to keep a part of him with you forever. And you suspect if it does take, there’s no way he would harm you if you were pregnant with his child, right?

All too soon, you feel him pull out of you, leaving you feeling empty and used. Catching your breath you slowly begin to roll over as you watch Dave pull his pants up and put his gun back in the holster.

Once Dave’s decent again, he grabs the key out of his pocket and goes to unlock the cuffs around your ankles. Pulling you up by your arm, he leads you back upstairs.

After being brought back upstairs, Dave takes you to the bedroom and leaves to grab a wet washcloth to clean you up. Carefully he reaches down and swipes ever so gently leaving you feeling so confused as to why he’s suddenly being so careful with you.

“You can stay up here with me as long as you can behave. The first time you wanna act like a cunt you’re going back down do you understand me?” Dave informs you as he throws the washcloth in the hamper by the door. Shaking your head vigorously, “Yes sir of course. Thank you.” You answer quickly before he can change his mind.

Nodding toward the bed, Dave pulls the comforter down as if to say get in. You crawl into the bed and lay down as he pulls the covers over you. Turning off the light, Dave walks around the bed to the other side and crawls in next to you. Soon enough you find yourself drifting off to sleep, feeling rather content laying next to your captor.

A/n: All comments/reblogs/likes are greatly appreciated and I love seeing everyone enjoy this story!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving my first born😇