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norman-fucking-reedus · 21 days

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Oh nothing just thinking about how extremely sexually frustated and pent up season 2 Daryl gets and how he gets to release all that by taking you into his tent and fucking himself totally stupid

He’s just so angry and frustrated with himself, with the world. He doesn’t wanna think. He wants to forget. You’re so soft, so warm, he’s addicted to your body, the way it makes his body feel, the way he makes yours feel, it does something unreal to him.

Daryl’s rough but because he needs you so bad, he’s rough because he simply cannot get enough, and his greedy hands try to grab onto to more. Fuck, your body turns him on so much to the point he wanted to get completely nude himself, pressing your skin against his. Your hands never touched his scars, it made him feel safe.

It was like therapy for him, shyly dragging you away from the group into his little tent for a hot and needy make out session, tearing off your clothes like teenagers who had just discovered how magical sex could feel. He’d be so obviously hungry in the way he sloppily kissed you, his hands pinning you down onto the makeshift mattress so he can drag his wet lips across your jaw, licking the underside and sucking his way down your throat. He gropes your fatty hips, squeezes your thick thighs and runs his hands up the sides of your smooth waist, fondling your soft tits before shamelessly popping one into his mouth.

Daryl didn’t know the first thing when it came down to pleasing a woman, Merle always telling him how he just “fucks ‘em ‘nd goes” and “doesn’t bother with all tha’ extras” but Daryl didn’t understand what that meant. To him, sex was sex. You needed two people to have sex, that was two bodies you needed to please.

Daryl’s thrusts were messy and sometimes he needed you to talk him through it, tell him how good he was truly making you feel and how he could do even better. It was all that he needed, your voice filling his ears and completely drowning out any others. You filled all five of his senses, touch being the most overwhelming one. He needed to fuck until he just couldn’t anymore, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter, cock twitching as he cums. But Daryl doesn’t pull out, no, he keeps going, fucking himself through his orgasm till his cock is sensitive and aching.

By the end, you’re both a complete mess, Daryl’s release oozing out of you and sticky where it had started to smear against your inner thigh, wetly smacking against his hip. Daryl simply wants to press himself against you after sex, peppering soft but firm kisses onto your sweaty face. He practically kissed you with both his nose and lips, bumping his face into yours. It made you smile, because it was like his own unique way of telling you ‘I love you’ without actually saying it, and he didn’t need to, never needed to. His body spoke loud enough for him.

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lewisvinga · 2 months

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norman fcking rockwell pt. 2 | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

part one.

summary; y/n decided to confront daniel after he embarrassed her at dinner.

warnings; cursing

word count; 685

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! tbh i didn’t know how to write this bc i originally wrote pt 1 as a stand alone 🤒🤒so this lowk sucks my bad yall😞🤕🤕

‘born to die’ masterlist.

masterlist !

“Sunshine!” Daniel called out after closing the front door when the last guest had left. The tone in his voice was back to the happy clingy guy Y/n knew behind doors.

“Why’re you cleaning everything now?” He questioned as he saw her standing by the running sink in the kitchen and cleaning the last of the pans, “Just clean it tomorrow. I wanna cuddle with ya’!”

“Not now, Daniel.”

Her cold tone made him almost flinch. She never spoke to him like that. He furrowed up his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s up with you, my love?” He questions, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She scoffs and shoves his arm away. She turns off the sink, quickly dries her hands then walks away from him. The Australian further furrowed up his eyebrows as he followed her to their shared room. “Babe?” He questions as she heads to the bathroom to wash her face and do her skincare routine.

Daniel was confused. He didn’t know why his girlfriend was suddenly all upset. He sat at the edge of their shared bed, lost in his thoughts.

“Are you about to start your period or something?”

His question earned him a glare instead of a verbal response as she poked her head out of the bathroom. Moments later, she appears in her pajamas. “C’mon, sunshine, just tell me what’s wrong? Did the food make you sick?”

“The wife has you tied down?” Y/n says in a high-pitched tone to mock his friend, “Well you know the Missus. Always bein’ clingy and wantin’ me around.” She scoffed, sitting on the opposite side of the bed and far from Daniel.

“What are you saying-“

“Now why don’t you be a lady and get us a couple more beers and more of those potatoes.” She finishes off, rolling her eyes at his interruption. “Seriously, Daniel? You’re ridiculous. Why should I expect anything different from a man around his guy friends.”

“You’re mad ‘bout that?” Daniel asked with a chuckle. He tilts his head to the side and continues, “It was just a silly joke, babe. No need to get angry about it-“

“It was humiliating, Daniel.” Although her voice was soft and quiet, he could hear the hurt in it. “Their girlfriends all looked at me with pity while their laughs sounded like it was mocking me. It was embarrassing. You humiliated me in front of your own friends and for what?”

He stayed silent, finally recognizing how his words had hurt her. Each word she said emphasized how hurt and upset she felt.

At his silence, she scoffed and continued. “But you’re just a man. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” Y/n sighs, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. “Y’know, you’re fun and wild, especially with your friends. But damn, you don’t know how that shit felt. I felt blue.”

Daniel scoots closer to her and reaches over to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Darlin’, please forgive me.” His voice came out in a genuine whisper. “Those types of jokes are the ones my friends make. I know it isn’t an excuse for me embarrassing you because I don’t need to make the same jokes as ‘em. I should’ve thought twice ‘bout my words.”

“They were stupid.” She mumbles, keeping her eyes on him.

“Yeah, they were stupid jokes. I was stupid for it.” He says with a chuckle. “I know it won’t erase what happened or how you felt, but ‘m sorry. Truly. Believe me, darlin’.” He said the last sentence in a southern accent which was something that always made her smile.

And he was right because she threw a pillow at him as she failed to hide her smile. “You’re on thin ice, Daniel Ricciardo. And I’m going to be listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana for a long time! You hear me.” She said in between chuckles.

“Promise, I’ll never do or say anything stupid again.”

“But you are just a man…”

“Darlin’, not those types of stupid jokes. But you do make me act stupidly in love.”

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #daniel ricciardo scenarios #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine

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katebishopsbow · 6 months

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YOU'RE JUST A MAN, IT'S JUST WHAT YOU DO • CARLOS SAINZ

pairing: carlos sainz x reader (18+)

summary: you should have known better than to believe in carlos' loving kisses, sweet lies, and all the times he called you his. because he's just a man, it's just what he does.

(inspired by lana del ray's song, norman fucking rockwell)

tags: explicit sexual content (minors dni), unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, spit, dirty talking, degradation, finger sucking, angst, no mentions of y/n

word count: 2.1k

(image is not mine)

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You should have known better.

The first time you met Carlos Sainz was the night he had won the Singapore Grand Prix. You were ordering a drink for yourself at the bar when all of a sudden a figure appeared beside you, and you watched with intrigue as he ordered himself a tequila shot before offering to pay for your tab. He turned to look at you, the smile of a winner on his face as he winked not-so-subtly, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Carlos was taken aback, considering that it was the first time someone laughed at his face at his attempt to flirt. Was his wink that awkward? Shit, maybe he should have practiced his winks more in the mirror because now he had totally embarrassed himself in front of a pretty girl.

“That was adorable,” you chuckled at the now rosy-cheeked man – who would have thought the confident guy moments ago with the crazy good looks could be so shy and precious? Upon introducing yourselves to each other, you realized that Carlos was way more than just good looks.

He had a great sense of humor that matched yours surprisingly well, he was respectful and charming, and he had some really interesting stories to tell as a Formula 1 driver. So that night you two talked over drinks, learning about each other while you downed shot after shot to celebrate his pole position, danced a little when one of your favourite songs came on, and drunkenly stumbled back to his hotel room with fervent kisses and desperate touch.

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“You’re taking my cock so well… what a good little slut for me…” he whispered into your ears as he pushed himself into you again and again, relishing in the sweet moans that escaped your lips each time his cock touched the deepest parts of your cunt. You were so tight, so perfect for him, and he wished he could stay inside you forever.

You made an almost embarrassing moan when his hand reached down and wrapped his fingers around your throat, restricting your airway just enough to send fireworks of tingles up your veins. “You look so pretty with my hands around you, mi amor. Fuck…” Carlos mumbled against your lips, smirking as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Carlos,” you moaned, “Carlos, please.” He adored the way you say his name, all whiny and breathy and so good for him. He loved it even more when you begged for him to go deeper, to fuck you harder, to claim you as his with every thrust of his hips. “You’re such a good girl for saying please, aren’t you?” he asked as he tightened his grip around your throat, and you had to grapple the sheets from the intense pleasure surging through you.

Carlos leaned down and captured your lips in a feverish kiss, moaning into your mouth as he let his tongue run over your bottom lip. When he finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips to his and he couldn’t help the moan that fell from his lips at the lewd sight.

When his thumb pushed against your lips, you eagerly opened up your mouth and welcomed the intrusion, swirling your tongue around his finger before hollowing out your cheek to suck on it. “Fuck… look at you, baby,” Carlos smirked down at you, drinking in how sinful you had looked lying before him.

Then he pushed his finger further in, pressing on your tongue with a slight pressure that made you gag around his slick digit. “That’s right, choke on it. Deeper, there you go… Good girl.” The praises were never-ending, pouring out of his lips in a way that only seemed to fuel your eagerness to please.

Each movement of his hips was languid and deep, forcing you to feel every inch of his cock snapping into you again and again. “Feels so good…” you drooled on his finger, your words beginning to slur together as you inched closer toward your sweet release. “Yeah? Fucking take it, then,” he moaned shamelessly while his hand dropped to where you two were connected, and began to rub tantalisingly slow circles against your sensitive clit.

The whine you let out was obscene, whispering out a few broken “Mhm… please” was all you could manage from the heavenly sensation that was beginning to crawl up your spine. “Shit… I’m gonna come inside this tight little cunt and you’ll be a good girl and let me, won’t you?” Carlos muttered above you with a knowing grin, pulling out momentarily before fucking back into you just as deep.

The truth was that you would let him do whatever he wanted to you, and you would obey all that he said because you wanted to be such a good fucking girl for him. The movement of his hips gradually became more erratic, fingertips grasping onto your thighs with such pressure that you were certain bruises would form the next day – a sign that you belonged to Carlos.

“I’m close, so fucking close, baby.” He let out a shuddering breath, eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure as he drank in the sight of you sprawled out under him, taking his cock so well. That’s when you lifted up your hips and pushed back into him to meet him halfway, greedily chasing that pleasure that you both craved and needed.

Carlo’s reaction was instant, letting out a guttural groan desperately, “Oh god, please please please, don’t stop –” You felt yourself fluttering in response to his pleas, such a stark contrast to how dominant he was mere moments ago only seemed to push you teetering over the edge.

“Carlos, I’m coming, please –” The words in your head morphed into broken moans and breathy whines, and you could only squeeze your eyes shut in complete ecstasy while you pulsed around his thick length. “That’s it, baby, ohhh fuck you feel so good,” he groaned loudly as his face contorted in bliss, pounding into you again and again before his hips finally stilled and spilled inside you.

When Carlos leaned forward to drop a soft kiss on your lips, feeling the slowed thrusts of his hips while he fucked his come back into you lazily, you moaned out his name in a way that he wished he could hear forever. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered so tenderly, and when he wrapped his arms around you that night, stroking your hair in a way that felt so domestic and gentle as he lulled you to sleep, you almost believed him.

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You didn’t expect to keep in contact with Carlos after that night in Singapore, but neither of you seemed to be able to stay away from each other. And before you even noticed it, the late-night texts and secretive hotel room meetings turned into planned dates and daily messages where he would share with you about his day.

He would send you pictures of his whereabouts throughout the day, update you on his practice schedules, and share with you all the mundane little things that happened to him daily. You found yourself waiting for his texts, missing him whenever he was in training and had to be away from his phone, and you should have known better but you allowed yourself to indulge in whatever this was with Carlos.

“I miss you, mi amor.” Your heart swelled with adoration at his words on the phone, smiling like an idiot as you replied to him, “I miss you too, Carlos.” Phone calls with Carlos were your favourite part of the day whenever he had to fly halfway across the world for a race, just hearing his voice filled you with so much comfort that the miles of distance between you two became unimportant.

“I wish I could be with you all the time, baby,” he smiled into his phone, wishing you could abandon everything at home and fly with him to every race weekend. You really should have known better, but how could you not believe him when he said your name with such fondness, held your hands with such certainty, and wrapped his arms around you like he never wanted to let you go?

You thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with Carlos – oh, how naive of you. Because all of a sudden, his texts became less frequent, the calls with him became shorter, and you could feel him slipping away from your fingertips. You asked him why he was being so distant and cold, but he’d always manage to come up with some reasons.

His training went on longer than he expected, he was so exhausted after the race that he immediately went to bed, he accidentally left his phone in his hotel room. You were no idiot, those were all just terrible excuses – and no matter how much you tried to deny it and convince yourself that Carlos wouldn’t do such a thing, you knew what was bound to happen.

Perhaps he had gotten bored of you, or maybe he was intimidated by the thought of committing to a relationship with you – you would never be sure what the reason was behind his sudden change of heart. But all you knew was that one morning when you decided to not text him first and see if he would be the one to send you a message, he never did, and that was the end of it.

You were almost embarrassed to admit that a part of you expected him to reach out, to maybe send you a simple “good morning” text like you always used to do. Was that really too much to ask for? Perhaps it was the bare minimum for someone who had genuinely cared for you, but it certainly was too much to ask for from Carlos.

When you were tossing and turning in bed one night, your phone screen lit up from a text notification, and your heart almost beat out of your chest when you saw Carlos’ name appear. The frantic beating of your heart slowed, and replacing the excitement was a painful ache that tugged at your heartstrings.

You up? Need you right now.

Maybe a part of you did want to respond to his late-night texts and dial his number, to hear him moan your name again the way he used to, to relish in the way he called you his beautiful girl, to believe in all the fucking lies of how much he wanted to be with you – but you stopped yourself before you could reply him back, shut off your phone, and feel your tears soaking through your pillow as you tried to drown that pain with sleep.

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“Carlos Sainz and new girlfriend Rebecca Donaldson spotted on romantic golf date”

You were lying in bed when you came across the news article, and you forced yourself to click off the page albeit wanting so badly to read the words you knew were going to shatter your heart. This was always how things were going to end, with Carlos’ complete indifference while he left you to wallow in sorrow, picking up and mending the pieces of your broken heart alone.

You should have known better than to believe in the words of Carlos Sainz. You should have known he was lying when he told you that he missed you, that he wanted you, that he wished you two could’ve been more. You should have never allowed yourself to get used to his warmth and kisses and embraces because none of them was real – nothing was ever real when it came to him.

He would never know the way you had to hurt, he would never understand half the shit he put you through even if he had tried. You would never let him know how he completely destroyed you with his sweet lies and feigned affection, and the tears that you shed for him in all the sleepless nights that left you questioning if you were ever worthy of love.

Wiping off the tears that ran down your cheeks, you reached for your phone to delete his number from your contacts and blocked him on every platform. You hesitated for a second when your finger hovered over the red button, and somewhere deep within you wished things could have been different – but you pressed it anyway because you owed it to yourself to erase someone like him from your life.

You should have known better. Carlos Sainz is just a man. It’s just what he does.

#f1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz smut

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darylsdelts · 1 month

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Hi😊 I was wondering if you could write the A - Z NSFW head canons for Daryl when you feel like it? I really love how you write him!

Tysm for this anon! This is fun!

Please keep in mind that sometimes I’m in the mood for subby Daryl and sometimes the opposite so my own opinions constantly change so, aside from this… yes Daryl is also daddy.

Aftercare - in the beginning, Daryl definitely doesn’t know what to do with himself after being intimate with you. The first few times, he pulls away after without saying anything and would either head out or just make some space between you. After he realises you actually want him there and understands what he should do then he definitely holds you close to his chest, a kiss on the top of your head, tells you he enjoyed it and he loves you.

Body - favourite body part… Daryl’s a boob man. He don’t give a shit, big or small but he loves em. (Norman is the biggest fucking boob man so so is Daryl, ok?) he also loves your eyes because he finds comfort in them, being able to hold eye contact is a big thing for Daryl. That being said, he basically get separation anxiety if he hasn’t been able to play with your pussy for a while😭 (not really but you’re his first time for everything so he just can’t get enough)

Cum - hear me out, Daryl used to get scared to cum. Like it took a while for him to get used to it. He’d enjoy show good it all felt but as soon as he would get too close he’d ask you to stop, he didn’t know why but he’d get all panicky. Until one day you very gently told him you were gonna make him cum and you guided him through it. It’s not like he hadn’t jerked off before, he didn’t even understand the anxiety himself. But the first time you did make him cum, there was quite a lot and he got real shy but he enjoyed it and since then he’s a fiend for when you just use your hand. He’s not really into cumming on your face but he likes the tummy. Even though he knows he can’t, sometimes he’ll still beg to cum inside you.

Dirty secret - he secretly likes the thought of you forcing him to watch yourself get off on your own fingers, tormenting him and not letting him touch you or himself. You’d have him practically rutting into thin air as he watched your fingers work hard, wishing it was his cock.

Experience - Daryl had no experience before you, he was a virgin. He didn’t outright say that but you caught on and you eventually asked him about it, which to your surprise he didn’t get defensive about, he was more ashamed than anything. But good Lord, he used his fingers liked he’d been in training his whole life, sure he was inexperienced but it didn’t show. The only telltale sign was his premature ejaculation the first time you two messed about and also how he humps his hips against the mattress when he eats you out.

Freaky - He’s not freaky lmfao. He’s pretty vanilla, with a submissive streak. The most dominant he gets is calling you a good girl and making you suck his fingers. Other than that he’s gentle and tends to slip into a sort of submissive role.

Goofy - Daryl’s too focused to be goofy. Nothing to laugh about if his girl ain’t cumming yet. But he’s not boring, obviously, just usually too caught up in pleasure. Unlessssss… you’re overstimulating him, something he loves, then he might get a little giggly accidentally but only because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re attacking his sensitive head.

Hair - Daryl’s hair is sparse on his chest and torso but his happy trail gets a little darker, not black though, I would say probably a medium brown colour, let’s remember he’s a blonde baby at heart. He’s got a little bit of bush going on but he trims it now and then. As for you, he couldn’t care less, he’s still gonna eat his meal 😋! If you do get the chance to shave, he’d most likely be surprised. “What’s this? Ya been shavin’? Hope ya ain’t done it fer me”. He wouldn’t want you to think you have to shave for him to find you attractive, to be honest it kinda throws him off when you’re hairless.

Intimacy - he’s a needy fucker for a cuddle. He don’t look like it but he might as well be the damn cuddle monster when it comes to you. In private of course. In public he’d just squeeze your hand and maybe kiss your forehead if no one’s looking but PDA makes him uncomfortable. That’s why he’s so touchy and clingy at home.

Jerking off - not much time for Daryl to touch himself, also, he’s with you so he might aswell just ask you to do it. However, if for any reason you’re apart, he might get a little pent up, start daydreaming about things you say to him and how you say it “such a good boy, Daryl” he’d practically fuck his hand, being so desperate for release that he’d cum way too fast. He also likes to cup his balls when he cums.

kinks - secret mommy kink secret mommy kink secret mommy kink. He didn’t know he had one but he did know that he tends to gravitate to nurturing women who make him feel comforted but he’s never found any sexual desire there until he met you. So attentive and so nurturing, you always knew what he needed… it just slipped out one time, you were straddling him whilst he was still clothed. You’d teased him all day and he was a mess, rutting against your core through his jeans, begging to be touched. He couldn’t help it when he had an accidental orgasm in his pants and moaned out “m-mommyyyy”. And boy did you hold him to that.

Location - Home. Daryl don’t take no risks! Except for when he lets you tease him under the table at meetings.

Motivation (turn ons) - you, especially if you’ve been fighting, he loves watching his girl fight. Your kindness turns him on as-well, unless someone takes advantage of it, then he’s out to kill.

No (turn offs) - roughness, he’s not into being rough with you or you being tough with him. His life’s been rough enough.

Oral - he gets whimpery when you suck his dick, he bucks his hips and whines and he fucking loves it. Almost as much as he loves to eat you out. He’d lay on his stomach, eating you out whilst simultaneously rubbing his cock against the mattress, leaving a puddle of precum.

Pace - usually a slow to medium pace, he likes making love to you but if he’s stressed or had a rough day, he’s gonna go fast. That’s the only time he’ll be overly dominant. Basically just using your body.

Quickie - as much as he thinks about it, Daryl’s not pushing you up against a tree mid-hunt. It’s dangerous and not exactly comfortable for you. The closest thing he’s gotten to a quickie is one time you teased his cock through his jeans during a group dinner and he was so close to cumming he basically dragged you to the bathroom and had you suck him off.

Stamina - less than he had in the beginning 😭 he’s 55 now, he’s still got impeccable stamina and could go for round two but not as quickly as he could at 40.

Toys - one day, you came home from a scavenge with a vibe, he was a little annoyed, saying you could’ve got more important things but you assured him that this was all you found. He assumed it was for your use only but… you held it to his frenulum and suddenly he was glad it was all you could find. You told him that if you found a dildo you could use that on him too but he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not, maybe he’d let you use your fingers before any of that… maybe.

Unfair - after all of this submissive Daryl talk, he does like seeing you flustered, he likes to tease just as much as you do, he makes it like a little competition.

Volume - he’s quiet, small grunts and whimpers unless the vibe is involved then you gotta stuff your panties in his mouth.

Wild card (random hc) - likes when you worship his body, makes him less insecure (which he very much is but shouldn’t be)

X-ray - 7 inches and thick! Tip is a pinky red and he’s uncut. His balls are heavy asf but pretty tight. 4 inches when soft and when he’s hard it stands to attention with no curve.

Yearning - tried to play it cool… still tries to play it cool but is obsessed with you.

Zzz - as soon as you’re snuggled up, he’s gone. Fucking finally, he never slept well before you.

God this took fucking ages.

#daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl smut #norman reedus #twd smut

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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pairing: norman osborn x reader | green goblin x reader

summary: the green goblin takes control at the most inconvenient of times.

cw: smut, minors dni, afab!reader, dubcon (personality switching mid-fuck), possessiveness, don't like don't read.

Norman, past the well of viciousness that had filled after his wife's passing, is a gentle lover. He'd been angry, bitter once, but finding love again has softened his jagged edges that he'd so deliberately sharpened. It's why the hair on the back of your neck raises when his hands suddenly clamp down with bruising force on your hips where they'd been loosely anchored before.

"Norman?" You call, your fingers pressing helplessly against the sweat-soaked temple of your boyfriend. As much as you want to press your fingertips to his brain matter, suck out the poison that lingers there, you can't. It's lodged inside of his head with barbed wire, and it's electrified now.

"Norman isn't here," It's your lover's voice, but more empty, bitter. It sings to you, the tones deceptively cheery, "You know who I am."

You don't respond, and a prying hand splits your jaw open, heavy fingers pressing down on your tongue where it lies inside.

"Say my name," He croons, "Say it, you know who I am, say my name."

You try, you really do, but Green Goblin is a mouthful even when there aren't long, thick fingers pressing on your tongue. Still, he accepts your answer, withdrawing his fingers and croaking out a thick, dark, "Good."

"I want Norman back," You plead, begging for mercy.

No mercy is granted.

"He's an old man," That same twisted, sadistic voice laughs, so far from Norman's own warmth, "He has to take breaks between rounds, honey. Recuperate, take a breather. But he wants to come out."

"I can hear him," the goblin laughs, pain his pleasure, distress his elation as he hovers over you, "I can feel him. He's begging to come out. He wants back at your sweet pussy," He coos in faux sympathy, "But it's my turn now. Let me see it, honey."

You do as you're told.

You don't have to; if you wanted to refuse, he'd do it himself. There's no reason for you to obey except- well, except because you want to. Because the look in Not-Norman's eyes, dark and lit up all at once, an eclipse of his psyche, sends a thrill down your spine.

"Oh," the goblin hums, tutting thoughtfully as he looks at your cunt. He's kneeling near your thighs now, no longer on top of you so that he can inspect the glistening mess between your thighs.

"He got you wet," Green Goblin muses, thumbing at the outer curve of your slit, watching as your tensed muscles nearly spasm at his touch, "But I can get you wetter, sweetheart."

#norman osborn x reader #green goblin x reader #norman osborn smut #green goblin smut #norman osborn fanfiction #green goblin fanfiction

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lazypanartist · 11 months

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Hobie x Osborne! Reader

Because. Y'know. Or if you don't, then sorry.

Pt 1 - Pt 2

Warnings: Spoilers for ATSV and any other Spider-Punk media

Drop like a bullet shell, Dress like a sleeper cell

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Right now? He hates you.

Well.

He wants to hate you, at the very least.

You, standing up there next to the podium, hands clasped so nicely behind your back.

You, listening as the president gives another speech about how well his establishment has done and the virtues of V.E.N.O.M.

You, nodding along to what the monster is saying, mouth pressed into a tiny line as if to keep quiet.

You.

He can't keep his eyes off of you, really. Even without speaking, you have more of his attention than Norman does right now.

He should probably be paying attention to the speech, really. With the rising numbers of riots and protests, he needs to know how to act in the face of Osborne's next act.

But you..

Well.

You being there doesn't make it easy for him to focus.

Hobie sighs quietly, ducking behind another attendee. Dropping his head, he finally starts to listen to the president.

"- and with that, I introduce to you my youngest child, (Y/n) Osborne!"

His head snaps back up to attention, eyes widening.

"Another?"

Someone nearby sucks in a breath. "Damn it.."

"Stuck in the ideology," another mumbles. "Great. Say goodbye to potential progress in two years."

His mind's still reeling when he looks back onto the stage, focusing on your face.

It's more than familiar at this point. A fellow protest attendee, concertgoer, victim of V.E.N.O.M…

Which meant victim to your father.

You were prevalent in the scene. Very outwardly against Osborne's tyrannical rule, vocal at his various shows and concerts, and thankful whenever he saved you as Spider-Man from any agents or police.

He couldn't focus on your speech, a quiet introduction to your role in your father's presidency. Instead, there's only one question on his mind..

"Were they just pretending to be on our side? A sleeper?"

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Shit, I love everything so much??? You’re getting me back into other Norman characters. Scud sounds fun to write… it’d be interesting to see how any of Norman’s characters would react to a reader with a teenage daughter, who suddenly starts calling him Dad. Some cute fluff.

Or a reader who just adores him and can’t get enough of him— random blowjobs or secret sex at work. lol. Any Norman character, really, now that I’m just getting back into not only Daryl Dixon.

Stay Quiet, Pretty Boy | Scud Frohmeyer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Scud loved it whenever you jumped him and pried him away from his work to have him take you over any surface in the workshop. However, with Blade around, the two of you couldn't do much, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), in public? (in the workshop), praise kink, pet names (baby, babe, etc.), almost getting caught, swearing.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: My first ever smut attempt, folks. I'm so sorry if this sucks. But thank you for the request! I really wanted to do the teen kid one but I feel like I've been writing nothing but Dad!Daryl recently, so I wanted to shake things up a bit. I might still write it, though. Hope you like this, lovely!

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Scud Frohmeyer was an absolute slut for you. He was always in the mood when it came to you and he had no problems with dropping whatever he was busy with to have his way with you, or let you have his way with him—god, he loved it when you took control. Having you on top was one of his favourite things in the world. Whenever you rode him, he swore that he was in heaven. And whenever you tugged him into a kiss by pulling his choker? He was an instant mess, willing to do anything for the goddess that sat on his lap.

The two of you were like horny teenagers around the workshop whenever Blade wasn't around. All it took was one suggestive comment and the two of you were jumping out of your clothes, pawing at each other. And if you couldn't get out of your clothes fast enough? Scud would help you by "accidentally" tearing it off of you. You had lost way too many shirts to keep track off because of Scud.

Scud couldn't think of one surface in the entire workshop that he hasn't had you leant against or on at some point. Every tabletop, counter, chair and car hood has been used at that point, multiple times. The two of you had probably had more sex in the workshop than you've had in your own shared bed.

However, when Blade returned for a couple of days with new work for the both of you that would take up most of your time and effort, your shenanigans were put on hold. Both you and Scud were too busy to do much. Blade kept giving you new tasks before you were even done with the current one you were working on and he hovered around to make sure that you did it. And when you were done for the night, you and Scud were way too tired to do anything. You'd simply collapse on the bed and the both of you would be out in seconds.

To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You adored your boyfriend and were always in the mood for him, so you decided to take matters into your own hands—whether your boss was there or not.

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Scud groaned against your lips as your tongue slipped into his mouth. He backed you up against the wall and put his hands beside your head, caging you against his body so that you couldn't escape—not that you'd want to, anyway. Your hands ran over his chest before moving up, pulling him closer by tugging on his choker.

Scud groaned again and detached his lips from yours, trailing down your neck and sucking on the sweet spot above your collarbone, eliciting a breathless moan from you. You tilted your head back to give Scud more access to your neck, your mind fuzzy at the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend's lips on your exposed skin.

However, as soon as your hands trailed down his chest and to the big bulge in his jeans, Scud shakily drew back and caught your hand with his. His pupils were blown with lust and you could barely see the beautiful blues of his eyes, so the action caught you off guard.

“What's wrong?” you whispered breathlessly, your eyes searching his for an answer.

Scud shook his head. “We can't, babe. B might walk in.”

A mischievous thought crossed your mind. You pouted and frowned, faking a sad look. “So you don't want this?”

“Of course I do,” Scud replied instantly. “There's nothing I want more.”

“Then what's the problem?”

“Like I said,” Scud said, brushing your hair out of your face. “B might walk in, and then we can both kiss our jobs goodbye.”

You smirked at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You tugged him into a heated kiss by his collar, which he instantly reciprocated. When you pulled away, you gave him a heated look and let your hands trail down to his belt buckle, beginning to unfasten it.

“When did you become so sensible?” you asked in a mockingly sweet voice. “Where's the dirty Josh I know?”

“Sweetheart...”

“I need you, Josh. I wanna have my mouth around your dick. And I know you want it, too.”

Scud groaned when he felt you begin to unfasten the button of his jeans and pull his zipper down. Any sense of sensibility he possessed was beginning to deteriorate, and he knew he should've stopped you—Blade was somewhere in the building. He could walk in on the two of you at any minute. But the sight of you pulling his pants and boxers down and dropping to your knees in front of him made any sensibility he had fly out the window.

You took Scud's cock in your hand and began to stroke him up and down, maintaining eye contact with the man. A deep, guttural groan resonated from his chest and he threw his head back, enjoying the feeling of your hands on him.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, pretty boy. We don't want Blade hearing anything,” you told him before licking a stripe up to his tip, licking up the precum in the way you knew would drive him insane.

Scud inhaled sharply and his hips jerked, all thoughts instantly leaving his mind. “Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, bringing his hands down to grip at your hair.

You continued to tease him like that for a while. You wanted him to be a whining mess, to have him beg for you. Whenever you were in control, you made Scud work for his pleasure.

And it didn't take long.

“Fuck,” Scud whined, gripping your hair tightly. “Please, baby. I need your mouth so bad. Please. Oh god, please.”

Satisfied, you finally took his cock in your mouth. The moan Scud let out was damn near pornographic, his head tilting back as he shut his eyes in pleasure. His grip on your hair only tightened, and you moaned around his cock at the painful yet pleasurable feeling.

“Fuck, baby,” Scud groaned when he felt your head begin to bob, sucking him off and bringing him pleasure in the way only you could. “Shit, feels so good.”

You hummed around his dick, the vibration adding to your boyfriend's growing pleasure. You continued to suck him off, your hands stroking in time with your mouth's movements on the parts of his cock you couldn't fit into your mouth. Every so often you'd pop your mouth off to swirl your tongue around his tip before resuming your previous action.

Scud's mind was fuzzy. The feeling of your mouth around him and the thought of being caught in the act made his body swarm with ecstasy. What the two of you were doing was risky, and Blade could walk in at any minute, but despite his earlier hesitancy, Scud was enjoying himself.

One final swirl of your tongue was all it took for Scud to come undone in your mouth. His cum flooded your mouth and you swallowed every drop you could, and what you couldn't dripped out from the corners of your mouth. When you were sure he was done, you withdrew your mouth with a pop and stood up, wiping your hand over your mouth and licking the cum from your hands.

Scud watched the action with half lidded eyes, his breathing heavy. His heart was pounding against his chest, his mind was still fuzzy and his body was filled with ecstasy. He felt good, all thanks to you.

You smiled at him and drew his boxers and jeans back up his body, fastening the button and redoing the belt buckle before leaning up to kiss him. Scud moaned at the taste of him on your lips, his hands moving up to cup your face as he kissed you deeper.

“Scud! Y/n! I have something you need to do!”

The sound of Blade's voice echoing from the next room drew you and Scud apart. You sighed heavily and took a step back, straightening your clothes and fixing your hair to look presentable.

Before you could walk away, Scud caught your hand and turned you around, pulling you into another kiss. He pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

“I'm taking care of you tonight,” he promised you, before withdrawing and making his way over to the next room.

And boy, did he keep his promise.

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