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WHAT YOUR CAMERA ROLL LOOKS LIKE DATING… — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: personal face claims ノ arm kink ノ sexual content ノ established relationship ノ fem reader ノ squirting ノ nudes mention.

CLARK KENT is still a little hesitant to show his face in photos. It’s not the same if you two are taking a picture together, he’s always happy to be in one with you… but selfies seem to be a foreign concept to him. He tries for your sake because he knows you screenshot and save them, so he puts in some effort. Even though he’s cuffed you, he still wants to look nice for you.

You’ve taught him a lot about taking pictures, always insisting that you want to see him, implying parts of him that he never thought he’d show a camera. Nudes might be off the table, but you’ve gotten him to cross the line of showing off his body. He tries to hide it, but he’s got a six pack worth bragging about. Chiseled and tall, he’s a regular Adonis, and he always laughs when you make the same joke about “riding your phone” after he sends a message with his shirt off. It’s hard to boast it proudly with a full shirtless image, but he covers up just enough to keep you wanting more.

If he’s out on the go, hand pics are the norm. He won’t deny it, he knows you like them. You decorate them with bracelets you buy for him, and massage his hands, wrists, and arms as often as you can. You tell him you’ve got a fixation. You suck on his fingers, and you always ask him to show you how he curls his knuckles when they’re inside of you, stroking your guts until you come undone and squirt pours down his veins… and sometimes when you’re in a special mood, you ask him to flex and rub whatever he can shove between your legs even if that means cumming all over his swollen bicep. He might get a little sheepish taking a picture of his arm so nonchalantly knowing what you’ve done to it, and what you might be thinking being reminded of it. It’s deceptive, maybe, but he won’t lie and say he’s hoping you’re in need of a little friction when he sees you next.

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a/n: this is inspired by my glasses because they kept sliding down while i was reading

“and i tried to explain to him that that’s not how dna and genetics worked, but he just shrugged me off and went back on his little rant. i mean, why do i even try?” pope rambles. the two of you were currently sat on your bed, your back against the headboard with pope’s head in your lap.

to be totally honest, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying. i mean, how could you? not when those beautiful big brown eyes were staring into your soul. your fingers were tangled in his necklace, careful not to break it.

“and then today when i was at the store, some kid bumped into me and nearly knocked me over. didn’t even stop to say excuse me. can you believe that? how are parents raising their kids these days. no respect, at all.” he continues. he was so cute when he rambled on like this.

he kept talking more, either not noticing that your attention wasn’t fully on his words or just simply not caring. however, you are pulled out of your boyfriend-induced daydream when his hand reaches up and readjusts your glasses on your nose. 

“we need to plant some more veggies, we’re running low. we should have room for that in the budget, right?” he asks as he finally looks up at you.

there’s a long pause before your response comes. “you wanna make out?”

“huh?” he asks, sitting up abruptly. you laugh at that, taking off your glasses and setting them aside as you crawl into his lap.

“i said, do you wanna make out?”

“i mean, how could i say no to that?” he asks as he pulls you down so you’re laying on top of him.

@arkofblake @ivysprophecy @murdockcastleslut

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my simon riley brain rot is so intense that i put on lip gloss today and i immediately thought of bimbo!reader and simon and her leaving sparkly lip gloss kisses all over simon's face AHHHHH, anyways thank u for blessing us with that series

aww thats so cute 🥹🫶🏼 and omg thank you so much for liking the mini-series!! writing it made me happy for a while and im glad to have been able to share it w you all <33 that said my finger slipped and—

thinkin about doing that pop-pop-pop lip-smacking finish after applying a lipgloss. simon hears that and already knows the drill—phone down, eyes up, and watch as you wrap up with your makeup—and huffs a quiet laugh, fond and achingly soft, when he sees you staring at your reflection while using your acrylics to meticulously swipe at the excess gloss on the corner of your mouth.

you’re adorable, that’s all. just humming to yourself every session, happy to blend away from reality as you get sucked into the beat of your music while laser-focused eyes keep flicking between your makeup bag and your face. he can watch you all day long—and he has, but you noticed him so soon and gave him a shy little giggle.

“not yet!” you whined, hiding behind your palms like simon isn’t a man blessed with a beautiful darling. “look ‘way!”

he did so with another endeared puff of his breaths, and from then on, learned to just rely on the sounds. the tells; the way your quiet hum echoes with the final zip of your makeup bag, giving him just enough time to calm the excitement in his stomach because, and you don’t even know this, simon loves nothing more than to feel your own giddiness resonate as you bounce towards him.

it isn’t any different today—you clamber to him with a giggle, and simon easily pulls you on his lap, his eyes crinkled in his delight.

“y’done, sweetheart?” he asks even when it’s the obvious.

“yup!” you reply, annunciating every letter. you cup his jaw with two hands, soft and flower-scented palms gently cradling his face. “can i kiss you?”

“y’don’t have to ask, love,” he croons and smiles at your excited squeal.

peppering kisses descend on his face, every drag of your lips leaving a sticky sensation but he doesn’t mind them one bit. he will proceed to wear the lipstick stains with pride because god, everyone needs to know how lucky he is to be loved so dearly by you.

the last kiss is a chaste peck on his lips. you pull back but simon whines in disapproval.

“one more,” he grunts, breathing the words directly on your mouth. “i’ve been so patient so i need one more.”

his words tickle a sweet laugh from you. it rings, like chimes and twinkles, before giving him a nod then soft lips meet his again.

simon basks in your warmth, feeling so full of unbridled joy.

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I want Simon to bully me like this.

OHH MY GOD WIFE YES ABSOLUTELY YESS

simon's so big too, pressing everything on you. in you.

the way simon's bulk shrouds your own ⁠– and you're not even small. petite has never been a word used on you but simon's built like a fucking tank, heavy and wide in all the right places⁠—

just like this, with his cock hammering into you in shorts bursts. all he could do is lay there, on you, humping in your cunt in blunt strokes. he followed your toppling, caging you in the warm press of his flesh until simon is all that you're feeling. all that you're hearing; breathless in his bloating euphoria, grunting in an animalistic heat.

it's not like you're faring any better; choking on your squeals, pussy fluttering because you swear that simon's fucked it raw. fucked it to the point that pain and pleasure have begun to explode in tandem, racing in a matching pace like you're being liquified.

unmade, then remade ⁠– there, on his cock, with all of him pressing on you.

words and colours stopped meaning anything to you as you lay there, carrying the brunt of simon's affections. his love, etched into your very pore as he fills you up with his cum once more; another load to cherish.

it's catastrophic.

it's something that has never been done to you before.

like this, simon's truly ruined you for everyone else.

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simon loves crushing you under his weight. he loves the way your breath hitches and when your eyes roll back, and the sting of your nails as they dig into his toned back.

your legs are spread, hips lifted with a pillow as simon plows his meaty cock into you. his weight pressing down and suffocating you deliciously as his mouth presses into yours hungrily.

you can barely breathe, the air being knocked out of your lungs with each thrust of his cock as he eagerly swallows down every little noise that leaves your mouth.

tongue messily gliding against yours as his hips move in a punishing rhythm, his body crushing you into the mattress and you fuckin’ love it.

body bending and arching to feel more of him—to get his cock deeper. desperate pleas of pleasepleaseplease leave your kiss swollen lips as simon hips barely lift, fucking you with hard shallow thrust as his weight sinks over you.

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uhm thinking about realizing that you like dbf!price more than some platonic thing when, during some casual party that your parents are hosting, you caught him leaving the guest bathroom with a random girl, his arm thrown around her waist her lipstick smeared all over his lips — she’s claimed him for herself and the jealousy burns down your throat like gin and tonic.

he meets your eyes across the room, nods at you with that curious furrow in his gaze, and you — fuck — you couldn’t even pretend that you’re fine. that you’re unfazed. that you’re not angry with envy, so vitriolic it’s petrifying because you want him.

you want him for yourself.

(john pretends the taste of her cherry lipstick is yours. and god, he knows this is wrong, but—

you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever had. and he wants more.)

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clingy with rafe

rafe would never call himself clingy. clingy was for guys who didn’t have their shit together or needed constant reassurance. but with you, it wasn’t insecurity—it was something else entirely.

he wasn’t sure when it started, but the second you walked into a room, it was like his body moved on its own. at toppers’ parties, his hand found yours before you even said hi to anyone. you were his grounding force in the chaos, and he wasn’t about to let you slip away.

“stick with me,” he muttered, fingers laced tightly with yours. his voice was low, the kind of tone that was more of a command than a suggestion. you weren’t complaining—his hand was warm and steady, making you feel more at ease in the wild, drunken crowd.

“i thought this was supposed to be a chill thing,” you teased, trying to match his long strides as he led you through the sea of bodies. your tone was light, but you couldn’t help smirking at the way he scanned the room like a hawk. he always had that protective edge, though he’d never admit it outright.

“yeah, well, topper’s definition of ‘chill’ is breaking every piece of furniture in the house,” rafe said, rolling his eyes. his thumb brushed over the back of your hand like it was second nature. “where the fuck is topp, anyway?”

you shrugged, barely holding back a laugh as you glanced around the room. “you’re asking me? i thought you were keeping track of him.” his jaw ticked slightly, but his focus never wavered from you for long.

when someone brushed past you a little too closely, rafe’s grip on your hand tightened. his shoulders tensed, and he pulled you into his side without missing a beat. “you good, princess?” he asked, his voice dropping in that way that made your stomach flutter.

“i’m fine, rafe,” you said, rolling your eyes but feeling secretly pleased at how much he cared. it wasn’t like the guy bumped into you on purpose, but rafe wasn’t about to let it slide. “you’ve asked me that, like, five times tonight.”

“yeah, well, just making sure,” he shot back, his lips twitching into a grin that didn’t quite mask his protective streak. he glanced down at you, eyes scanning your face as if checking for any hint of discomfort. “can’t have anyone messing with my girl, right?”

later, when the two of you found an empty spot on the couch, rafe was already pulling you down next to him. “sit,” he ordered, his voice taking on that familiar commanding edge.

you raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, sinking into his lap with a sigh. before you could even get comfortable, his hands were sliding over your legs, his fingers brushing gently over your skin.

“rafe,” you said, leaning back against him as his hands roamed, moving up to your thighs and rubbing slow circles over the soft fabric of your dress.

“relax, princess,” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and almost playful as he traced his fingertips along your legs. “you’re too tense.”

you shot him a look, feeling the heat of his hands on your skin, but despite your attempt to act nonchalant, you couldn’t stop the warmth flooding your chest. “you’re impossible,” you muttered, but didn’t move away.

“nah,” he whispered with a smirk, fingers continuing their teasing path along your legs. “i just know how to get you to relax.”

later, when you nudged him and told him you needed to use the bathroom, his reaction was immediate. “cool, i’ll come with you,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. you stopped mid-step, looking at him like he’d grown another head.

“rafe, i’m not gonna get lost. it’s the bathroom,” you said, already exasperated. his expression didn’t budge, that familiar mix of confidence and stubbornness plastered across his face. “you don’t need to come with me.”

“it’s not about you getting lost, princess,” he said, smirking in a way that made your pulse quicken. the nickname rolled off his tongue effortlessly, like he’d been calling you that forever. “just making sure no one tries anything while you’re gone.”

“so, what? you’re gonna stand outside the door like a security guard?” you asked, crossing your arms in challenge. his grin widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes telling you he had other plans. “you’re unbelievable, rafe.”

“not standing outside, babe,” he said with a wink, already following you toward the tiny bathroom. you gaped at him, half-annoyed and half-amused, as he casually shut the door behind you. “i’m coming in with you.”

“rafe!” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper as you gestured around the cramped space. his nonchalant demeanor made it even more infuriating, like this was the most logical thing he could’ve done. “you can’t just—this is weird!”

“what’s weird about it?” he asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. his gaze was steady, like he genuinely couldn’t understand your objection. “not like i haven’t seen you before, princess.”

your cheeks flushed at his comment, and you smacked his arm lightly in protest. “rafe cameron, you’re impossible,” you muttered, turning toward the toilet with a defeated sigh. “at least turn around or something.”

“fine, fine,” he said, laughing as he spun to face the door, his shoulders shaking slightly. his smugness was practically radiating off him, and you knew he was enjoying every second of this. “just say the word if you need me, babe.”

when you were done and washing your hands, he turned back around without missing a beat. his eyes softened as they landed on you, his usual teasing replaced with something gentler. “you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“i’m fine, rafe,” you said, shaking your head with a small smile. his concern, as ridiculous as it was sometimes, always managed to make your heart ache in the best way. “but you’re never living this down.”

“don’t care,” he said, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist. his lips brushed against your temple, his hold on you firm and steady. “you’re stuck with me, princess.”

and honestly? you didn’t mind one bit.

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hi pls don’t use the term w*ndigo, it’s insensitive and harmful to treat it as some sort of horror aspect or a little reader thing !!

- a native american

oh my gods i’m so sorry i didn’t realize that! i’ll take it down and rephrase it. i’m truly sorry and i had no idea! /genuine. thank you so much for letting me know 🤍

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pope with bitchy!kook princess reader!

( heavily inspired by @rafesangelita and @princessbrunette )

dedicated 2 my new mutual @jesuistrestriste !!

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Pope had no idea why you’d want to be with him. the years of girls pining over JJ and John B made his confidence falter. He didn’t believe himself to be attractive, let alone cute enough to even look good enough next to you. But you always shut him up with a kiss to prove him wrong.

you guys were opposites and he loved that! he liked being the person to balance you out and vice versa. you would speak up for him whenever he couldn’t and he could calm you down when you felt like killing everyone!

you guys met in season 3 during some party you were throwing. he wasn’t supposed to be there but JJ dragged him with him to see if he could find any new “links”. Pope grimaced at that but went nonetheless.

you were in the kitchen arguing with some cunt of a boyfriend your best friend had. you caught him trying to get her to drink something she clearly didn’t want. Pope overheard your yell and went to see what was going on.

as soon as he caught a glimpse of you he was mesmerized. he zoned out most of your conversation with the boy but he regained focus when you made eye contact with him. you held your hand up to shut up your friends boyfriend so you could talk to Pope. but he shoved you and your hand away. you stumbled, to which Pope rushed to catch you. he lifted you to sit on a counter before stepping in front of you.

“maybe we should chill out.” he said, his eyes showing aggravation and slight fear.

truth be told, Pope didn’t know what he was doing. he didn’t wanna fight this guy. but he was making it really hard to keep it that way.

“Fuck off pogue, you and your fucking friend can go back to where you-“ and before he could even finish you were up and slamming his head into a counter.

Pope backed up, eyes wide and mouth agape. when you turned around you looked murderous, to which he only put his hands up in surrender.

you giggled, a hand covering your mouth because he was so cute! Pope’s mind went hazy. you were laughing. you were laughing at him. he felt pathetic but he loved how your laugh sounded.

“you’re cute! are you new on the island? i’ve never seen you before? and i would remember a face like yours.” you giggle, the look in your eyes flustering him.

he turns around, looking for who you could be talking to. “m-me?” he whispers. oh god this is so embarrassing. why does he sound like this right now? espcially in front of the prettiest girl on the island.

“duh silly!” you introduce yourself to him, raising an eyebrow for his name.

“Pope. Pope Heyward! my dad owns a shop on the cut.”

“ohhhh. i might have to come see you then.” you say in the sultry voice you always had.

he loved how you were speaking to him right now. he nodded a few times, a bit dramatically. you laugh once more, pecking his cheek before walking out the kitchen, turning around to smile at him before you reach your friends.

Pope stays in a slight daze before the guy who’s head you smashed in starts groaning. he rolls his eyes and walks to go find JJ, he needs some girl advice. ASAP.

——————

the next time he saw you was on the beach when you were arguing with a pogue Pope happened to be partners with on an assignment. you thought he was such a fucking dunce, it was unbelievable. you looked ready to kill him, so Pope thought this was a good moment to walk over to you and talk to you again.

as he got closer he heard you say something that had his eyes bulging out his head and his pace quickening. “are you fucking dumb or is your head only good for blowjobs and getting your shit rocked?” you said as the boys face turned red.

“she doesn’t mean that, i’m so sorry.” pope said as he finally reached you.

“yes the fuck i do! who are you to even-“ you stopped as you turned to face him, your glare turning into a smile.

Pope noticed the boy walk away with a huff but his attention was fully on you.

“hai handsome! missed me again?” you asked as you rested a hand on his chest, getting closer as if to test the waters.

Pope was a little more confident now, seeing how you obviously wanted him (as JJ claims).

“and if i did?” he asked, watching your brown skin flush with his comment. he loved how you looked right now.

regaining your confidence, you cleared your throat and threw your hair over you shoulders. he watched as your skin shimmered in the sun, as if the gods wanted to sprinkle you in glitter.

“then i might have to admit that i did too.” you whispered, tits basically pressed up on his chest, noses almost touching.

he stared at you for a second before you laughed, tilting your head back as if the funniest thing in the world was him being speechless.

“Can i get your number honey? you’re just too cute to pass up. and you’re definitely worth my time.” you bit your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes. you were a tall girl but he was taller, and it made you so wet.

“yea yea of course!” he stumbled over his words as he shuffled to get his phone out his pocket, dropping it in the sand before reaching to pick it up.

he exchanged information with you, begging in his mind that this wasn’t some game you were playing.

“well i guess I’ll be calling you later Pope. don’t miss your chance by having your ringer off. I don’t chase.” walking backwards and smiling at him. his mouth agape and head nodding as if he was a bobble head in some vintage shop.

he thanked high heavens for whatever he did to deserve that encounter.

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the big three: big brown eyes, an indescribable amount of horniness and a generalised anxiety disorder

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sugar daddy simon but he doesn’t know how this arrangement actually works so sometimes, in the middle of the night, you get a wire transfer.

you would always send simon a message regarding the recent activity on your account; what once started as, “hi mr. riley, it seems like you have made an incorrect deposit into my account,” turned into, “????” because of how frequent it got.

sometimes, simon has legitimate reasons — “i want to see you tomorrow,” or “i’m taking you to the bahamas this weekend.”

but often, his reason is just — “i’m thinking about you.”

this one makes your heart churn the most, and you insist on returning the money back to him because thinking about you isn’t worth five-thousand pounds directly transferred into your account. but simon insists; says you’re too good for him so you deserve more than he could offer.

(“but i’m a jealous man,” he grunted in your ear when he had you bent over his island. “so yer mine, aren’t y’kid? all mine?”

you moaned out your yes’s, nodding and crying out that no one does it better than him. that no one could ever compare; no one could come close.)

he is… an odd man. you love him, in spite of.

you still remember the first time this whole wiring money happened, and after his comfort and placations, you had at least offered to meet up with him to make his deposit worth more than his thoughts about you, but simon had just…

> Oh. I’m out of the country.

yeah. he’s your strange dork. your beloved daddy.

(you’d kill for him.)

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cw: john price x f!reader - older man/younger girl; smut; smidge daddy kink; meet cute or smthn

thinking about being moderately creeped out when the waiter came your way and told you that your tab has actually been settled by that gentleman over there.

and you’re quite hesitant to look around and acknowledge the gentleman’s presence but your friends are whooping, making kissy faces and being so embarrassingly obvious at their own checking-out that you bit the bullet and turned around, dutifully ignoring the lump lodged in your throat—

oh.

well, that’s one good looking man, sure. kind of young for your taste though, if you’re being honest but if he’s treating you and your friends, then you guess that’s—

the man beside him turns, meets your gaze, and shoots you a sultry wink.

his scruff and his hair is a mess of salt and pepper, and he’s got crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and he’s got tan skin like he just spent a summer in greece while you were honest to god killing yourself for your capstone as your graduation is coming close, and—

“yeah,” your friend laughs, all sleazy. “he’s your type, ain’t he? a fucking dilf.”

oh.

so that younger one is—

god, he’s almost twice your age then if that kid’s his son. what the fuck that’s—

“please shoot your shot before we lose this group-sugar daddy,” another one of your friends chirps and that forces an ugly snort your way but mr. dilf doesn’t even look turned off by the way his smile just grew and- oh god, he’s standing up and he’s moving close and—

“hey, sweetheart,” he says and honestly the british accent is just uncalled for.

“hi,” you reply after being jabbed on your side.

his scruff dances as his humour bloats. he nods his head to the group and turns back at you.

fuck, yeah okay so— “thanks for that, by the way. you didn’t have to.”

he shrugs. “i wanted to. ‘sides, all that money ought to be spent on a pretty thing, don’t you think?”

pretty thing — does he mean you?

that…

that honestly does it for you.

your cheeks tingle with warmth as shyness creeps in. you feel yourself slowly clamming up, still so painfully unused to being the point of attraction. no one has ever liked you above your friends, but there he is, so suave and beautiful in his tan and charming in an honestly concerning way as he pours all his attention to you. not them but you.

“do you want to, uh, go somewhere? show me around or something?”

he huffs a fond laugh and offers his hand — big and callused, with a scar drawn across his whole palm — and says, “thought you’ll never ask.”

he pulls you up. “name’s john.” he tips his head back to his table, one that’s now bar of the other patron. “that was my son, lucas.”

you didn’t even notice that john’s hand has left your own until you felt it on the small of your back.

“and what about you?”

“huh?” you ask, trying to focus on not tripping on your feet.

“what shall i call you, sweetheart?”

“oh,” you say, blinking, before muttering your name.

john hums something deep in the base of his throat.

“beautiful.”

and, somehow, you know that he doesn’t just mean your name but he means you.

.

(it ends with you on his hotel bed, speared open by his cock. you’ve never been this wet before, walls all loose and squelching as he fucks it even deeper, punching the head into the pucker of your cervix.

john is all quiet grunts, animalistic as he devours you.

jesus, this man couldn’t truly be almost twice your age — how the fuck is he moving this way?

he fills you up to the point of tears, and fills you up even more, pushing and pressing in until he’s all snug in you, his pelvis flushed to yours. you feel so full. so stuffed that you couldn’t even moan right, raspy breaths all that could puff out of you.

“s’good!” you hiccup, sobbing, twitching at the drag of his cock as john pulls out only to choke on your own voice when he fucks in.

“jo-hnnn, s’good! s’good!”

“yeah?” he grunts, scruff tickling the shell of your ear. “y’feel so good ‘round me, darling. tight like a vice. christ, has no one ever fucked you open? stretched you out good?”

you shake your head, whining because no. no one’s fucked you this way. no one’s filled you this way. and if they did, everything’s been overwritten by john.

and his thick fingers and wide palms and his fat cock, fucking in, in, in.

“oh, darlin’,” he croons, his skin slapping against your own. “don’t worry, then, love. daddy’s going t’fix you up, ‘kay? daddy’s going t’make you feel so good, i promise.”

daddy—

fuck.

fuck.)

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what would Rafe do if he’s trying to make out with reader and seduce her but she just can’t stop laughing (she’s just a giggly girl in her own world)

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you were turned on. you could prove if it rafe had only slid your panties aside and saw the mess you’d made whilst he had you on your back, nuzzling into your neck with his lips to your jaw. you could tell he wanted you, and you wanted him — but sometimes you just got into these moods, moods where you couldn’t stop giggling.

you feel his lips curl into a confused smirk somewhere along your jaw. “somethin’ funny, huh?” he drawls quietly, hips pressing forward so you’d feel the shape of him against you. this only seem to set you off, your giddy smile turning into a full blown giggle.

“no, jus’ feel good.” another chortle leaves you, legs falling open around him. you were limp, dreamy, hazy— and you couldn’t stop.

“yeah? n’ that makes you laugh?” he asks, in that soft voice he reserves for moments like this. with your legs having fallen open, he presses the bulge in his pants directly to your panty-covered pussy. you let out a gentle moan, of course punctuated by another giggle. “whats it gonna take to shut you up, hm?” he grinds down, pulling your legs to situate them around his waist. “you still gonna be laughin’ when you’re cumming on me? no?”

he pouts mockingly, tilting his head to follow your gaze when your giggles finally turn into a mewl, relaxing fully into the bed. “there you go. oh, it’s not funny anymore huh?”

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Butcher with a reader who has a daddy kink and major daddy issues cuz mine are hitting really hard atm😭

i think he loves being a caregiver

likes running you a bath and doesn’t even grumble when you ask him to stay with you (even though he has to sit on the cold tile floor)

buys you a cute new bottle because he knows you’re not drinking enough water, even asks for pictures throughout the day of how much water you’ve drank

^^^and calls you a good girl when you tell him you’ve finished the bottle

cuddles you to his chest when he makes you cum really hard, talks you through it to stop you becoming overwhelmed when tears run down your face as you come down from the high he’d given you

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thinking about dexter who takes you on one of his “hunts” and lets you see who he is fully! lets you see his dark passenger!

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“you can’t make a noise bun. i get you think this is fun but it’s not a game. this urge i have, i do this so i can control it. do you understand me?”

you nod, biting ur lip and batting ur pretty mink lashes. you’re barely listening by da time he’s finished his speile and honestly you’re so horny by how demanding he sound you can’t even fully process it!

you guys met almost a year ago, being introduced by Angel! you went to school with his sister and she loved you so much she took you on her babysitting trips! he came home to you letting Harrison, or H.R as you call him, paint your nails and giggle about girls at school!

Dexter was mesmerized by you. the glossy hair, your brown skin, the dark gleam in your eye paired with the innocence you seemed to possess. he couldn’t get enough.

“i need words. not nods, words. ‘m already taking a risk with you even knowing. you gotta tell me this is okay.” he whispered, his left thumb and forefinger pinching your chin.

“mhm Dex! this is perfectly fine! i’ll be quiet! like a mouse!! won’t even know m here. i pinky promise on my perky tits!” you beamed up at him.

he doubted you could even keep quiet for ten minutes, but the excited expression you wore made it hard to say no.

an hour later and a whole lot of plastic later, you were sat on a counter swinging your legs while Dex circled his next victim, waiting for him to wake up.

he felt the anticipation under his skin, paired with the slight annoyance from hearing your nails click-clack on your phone. your bedazzled phone might he add, that he bought for you after he broke your old one stalking someone. how sweet of him!

eventually the loser woke up and the ritual began. Dex cutting his cheek for the blood slide, showing the killer his victims, and then the kill.

with the knife pointed above his victim and the dark gleam in his eye, he got ready to end his life. but then, the slight whimper that left your mouth mad whim pause. he glanced over at you and saw your thighs clenched and eyes hazy.

wait, were you getting off on this? he smiled a little bit. it was nice. someone you could deal with his dark passenger and his facade. he wanted to take care of you, to make his babydoll feel good. but he had to take care of this man. this scum of the earth.

he was gaining movement in his legs again, so dexter had to act fast. “not so fast doc.” he growled out, still looking at you.

he plunged the knife into his chest and watched as your hands clung to the counter and you bit your lip. holy shit, you really were horny from him killing someone.

his perfect girl. he was so, so grateful for you.

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