#ok but I popped off with the fabric

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.

Thank you very muchly.

Ooooooohh you’re giving me IDEAS (tbh I’d be the same boat)

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✨Opening Up✨

Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer

It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise 😅

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MEANT TO POST THIS DAYS AGO 😭😭

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You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh,” he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. “It’s okay, angel, it’s ok. I upset you and I’m sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.” He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. “You weren’t the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.”

Lucifer turned his head to you, “Really? Then why-?”

“Because I’m afraid,” you quickly responded. “I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for you. That I never will be. You’re the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And I’m…I’m just me.” You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Darling?,” Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. “ “Just you” is perfect. You don’t need to be anything but yourself! I understand what you’re feeling, and it’s okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Wait, wait, what are you-” Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.

It was at that moment you noticed you couldn’t see Lucifer’s face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.

“Lucifer?” you called to him.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that, love,” he stuttered. “I never wanted you to feel that you had to-”

“Please look at me, Luci,” you pleaded. “I love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.”

You saw Lucifer’s hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Lucifer’s eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.

“You…are breathtaking,” he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.

“May I?,” Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldn’t find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.

All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.

“Uhh, Lucifer, a-are you…”, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. “I can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhh…”, you didn’t know why you couldn’t say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.

“Oh…OH,” Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you could uhh, feel that…please forgive me!”

Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.

"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"

Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."

“Well,” you breathed, “I guess it’s only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?” Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before.

“Ffffuck,” was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.

“Like what you see?,” you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. “You’re not the only one that’s worked up here. Now we’re even.”

“My love, please…” Lucifer whined, “please let me taste you.”

"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.

"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.

"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmmm…gonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!” Lucifer’s tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.

“You alright, darling?,” he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasn’t the cause of what you had just experienced.

“Y-yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” you breathed. “Just…Jesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t. Now, let’s get these off you, hmm?,” you said tugging at his pants.

Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.

“Allow me,” you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that you’ve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.

“Love…f-fuck,” Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, “if you don’t s-stop now, I-I’m gonna cum. I wanna…wanna feel you. P-Please…”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“I promise,” he whispered against your lips, “next time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.” Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Are you ready, my angel?,” he asked softly.

You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.

“You feel…amazing, darling, fuck…” Lucifer choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured, “I-I’m okay. You can move.”

“Anything for you,” he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didn’t take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.

“Lu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-I’m so close,” you pleaded. “Please don’t stop, p-please don’t.”

“Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.” Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.

“Cuminme…FUCKCUMINME,” you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Lucifer’s hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.

“Are you alright?,” he asked. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you smiled. “That felt…really good. Thank you, for everything.”

Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “No, thank you, love.”

You chuckled returning the kiss. “Would…you mind if I held you, Luci?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, but he smiled wide. “Of course not, I’d love nothing more.”

Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didn’t move until the morning.

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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo

AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, IT’S WHAT HE WOULD WANT

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer morningstar #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #writing prompt #my writing #this was meant to be a cute short thing but i can never stop myself lmao #my signature is just posting goofy faces of Lucifer to remind everyone this is who we’re thirsting over

[lovebugism]

ok what about virgin!eddie x reader -- "when he wears THAT flannel" i just want to see him getting showered in compliments and fawning over the attention, he deserves it !!

thanks for ur request angel :D — eddie tries to wear something new and you can't stop ogling at him (established relationship, fluff, part of the tcar universe, 0.8k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie attempts to hang ghost lights on the ceiling of the living room. It’s made only slightly difficult by the rickety step stool he stands on. It’s damn near impossible with the thick flannel constricting his arms.

“Fuck…” he grumbles like a storm cloud, face scrunched in a subtle pout.

You squint up at him from where you untangle the string lights. You watch him rotate his shoulders in distant discomfort, still trying to get used to the new shirt Uncle Wayne bought him.

“You okay, Eds?”

“Yeah, it just… fits weird.”

He squirms in his skin again, and you bite back a laugh. 

Your gaze falls to his pale tummy when his arms raise to pin the lights to the wall. His skin is milky white, powder-soft. A tuft of chestnut hair peeks out from the hem of his sweatpants. It suddenly becomes dreadfully difficult to look away from his happy trail.

“I don’t know…” you hum, shrugging as your fingers work a knot from the tangled wire. “I think it fits perfect.”

His chocolate eyes narrow down at you. He playfully jerks at the inch of string lights you give him, tugging down the bottom of his flannel with his free hand. “Keep it in your pants, freak,” he mumbles, a crooked smile hinting at his lips.

You pull yours between your teeth to conceal its brightness.

Eddie keeps working but grows bitterly aware of the fabric weighing on his torso. He’s not used to wearing something so heavy, so dreadfully un-lived in. It’s thick and itchy, so overwhelmingly overstimulating that it’s almost impossible to move in.

Then he feels your eyes on him, and there’s nothing he loves more than your attention, but he still feels a bit like a teenage boy. He’s lanky and clumsy and insecure in just about every aspect, but especially in his body.

It’s weird to have someone who loves him and thinks he’s pretty. It’s good, amazing even, but weird nonetheless. It should make him feel better about himself, and it does a lot of the time, but it also makes him extremely hyperaware of what he looks like and how you must see him.

So when he lifts his arms too high and his pale, pudgy midriff flashes for a second, he huffs all dramatic and stomps down the ladder. “Alright, I’m gonna go change—”

“What? No,” you whine instantaneously, pouting more sincerely than he’s ever seen you. “You look so cute, Eds. Don’t take it off.”

“I look like a lumberjack,” the boy scoffs.

“A very sexy lumberjack,” you correct with a pretty smile.

Eddie grins back, all wide and rosy. He cups your face with warm, calloused palms. “You’re real cute when you lie to me, you know that?” he teases with a scrunched nose.

“I’m not lying! I wouldn’t tell you that if it wasn’t true!”

“No?”

“Nope,” you answer, popping the ‘p’ and shaking your head in his hands. “I’m obsessed with you, and I’m a terrible liar. So you’d definitely know if I wasn’t telling the truth.”

Eddie hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Fair enough,” he mumbles with a curt shrug.

“I, for one, think you look very, very handsome.” You grin and lean forward to kiss the very tip of his nose. It’s warm and pink like the rest of his crumbled-up face. 

“Thanks, mom…”

“And I think you look super cozy, too,” you confess, spreading your palms along his covered stomach.

“Cozy?”

“Yeah. You know, like soft— nostalgic. Like a house—”

His chin falls to his chest as he flashes you an incredulous, deadpanned look. “You’re saying I look like a house?”

“No, dummy! You don’t look like a house! You… I don’t know, you feel like a house,” you stammer, then inevitably start to ramble. “Like, you look like where I wanna come home after a long day at work and throw down my keys and take a nap, you know?”

You feel safe, is what you’re really telling him. You feel like where I wanna spend the rest of my life.

Eddie grins so brightly his blushed cheeks start to ache. He can’t help but tease you, anyway. “You got… all that… from a flannel?” he jokes slowly.

“No!” you scoff with the roll of your eyes, perhaps too quickly to be true. “…Not totally. But I do love the easy access, though.”

A tingle rushes up Eddie’s spine when your fingers migrate beneath his flannel. Your touch is soft and cold compared to the warmth of his belly. Your nails scratch at the sparse tuft of hair of his happy trail. He swears his vision goes white for a blink.

He doesn’t get the obsession you have — with his stomach or with him at all — but he revels in it, anyway. He feels like he should. Most people don’t get to find their soulmate, and he gets an entire lifetime with his.

“You’re crazy,” he says, shaking his head and beaming wide.

“For you,” you croon, lovesick and honeyed.

He laughs. “And cheesy."

You shrug and smile, his hands on your cheeks. “What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”

And if this is the worst, Eddie can’t fucking wait for a lifetime of evil.

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[inkedells]

hear me out: dbf!joel railing u on a bed full of plushies HEKSHDKS <3 maybe ur clutching or biting onto one and he's just cooing at u calling u a good girl HEHE

ok don't mind me popping my mf pussy w this drabble (ALSO YES THIS IS THE DBF!JOEL REQUEST THAT DROVE ME CRAZY YALL)

summary/bg info: coming home from college for winter break and acting on the sexual tension that exists between you and your dad’s best friend, joel--while finding extra comfort in your childhood plushies.

words: ~700

mdni! | requests open but responses not guaranteed.

“God, you’re a fuckin’ shy little thing, aren’t you?”

Your mouth only gaped open around a silent moan as your back arched against your childhood bed. You weren’t sure how it ended up in your hands, but you were clutching your favorite plushie, a brown bear with matted curly fur, as Joel continued his ministrations against your clit. The sight of the waistband of your sleep shorts stretched around his wrist was intoxicating, and so was the way his hand moved from underneath the thin cover of its fabric.

“Joel,” you whined, biting your lip as your hips grinded against his hand.

“Mm, that’s right. Only I know how to take care of this pretty pussy. Go ahead, sweetheart, hug your stuffies. I know you wanna.”

You hummed at that, nodding enthusiastically. Your breathing uneven and frantic from arousal, you lazily gathered the plushies surrounding you in your arms as Joel manhandled you until your ass was in the air and your cheek was pressed against the numerous stuffed toys cradled in your arms.

“Now listen here, baby girl. You’re gonna let me fuck this,” He paused to trail a finger along your seam through the fabric of your shorts, as if to make clear exactly what “this” was referring to, “And all you gotta do is keep making those pretty noises and cuddling your little toys, yeah?”

You whined high in your throat in confirmation as Joel slipped his hands underneath the hem of your shorts to palm your ass. 

“Not good enough,” He tsked, still massaging circles into your plump flesh, “Repeat it back to me.”

You swallowed, a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks as you clutch handfuls of stuffies. “You’re gonna… fuck… me—”

“—Fuck what?”

You groaned, turning to bury your face in the pile of stuffed toys beneath you. “My pussy,” You mumbled. You were positive your face was already beet red from embarrassment.

“Didn’t quite catch that,” He teased. You knew fully well he heard you, but indulging him in this manner was only making the heat between your legs grow hungrier, so you complied.

“You’re gonna fuck my pussy,” You said clearly, “And I’m—I’m gonna cuddle my stuffies while you use it.”

Satisfied with your response, Joel tugged your shorts down until you felt cool air hitting your pussy. Not for long, though, because soon the radiating heat of Joel’s cock was taking over as he swept his weeping tip through your folds.

“Gonna put it in now, ‘kay baby girl?” He voiced in that gravelly low rumble, and although he posed it as a question, you were smart enough to recognize it as a warning for the inevitable. Joel didn’t bother properly stretching you out, he wanted it tight so it would swallow him up just the way he wanted.

He slammed into you, ripping a coarse moan from your throat before the pain of the stretch became too much and you bit down on one of the stuffies in order to stave off a scream.

“Aww,” He mocked, “Is it hurting you, sweetheart?”

“So… big,” You managed to get out, eyes droopy and your brain completely mush as he pistoned in and out of your inviting heat, “Too… big…”

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned to himself, “You really are stretched. Fucking ruined you.” His breathing intensified as he lightly traced where you and him met with his fingers, clearly aroused by the contrast between your tight little cunt and the way his huge cock is forcibly stretching it open. His feathery touches combined with his abrupt, punishing thrusts had you pushing your ass back even further against his front, craving the abusive jerking of his hips.

Joel breathed an amused laugh at that. “Actually, it seems like it’s just the right amount of big if it’s got you pushing back for more. You like it painful, huh?”

“F-Fuck, Joel, yeah. Yeah, I love it painful. God, please, fill me up Joel. Your cum, I want it, please.”

Joel faked a wince at your words. “Looks like the innocent little girl’s suddenly got a mouth on her. That happen a lot? Does cock tend to get you dirty mouthed?”

With your cheek pressed into one of your stuffies, you peered up at him from the corner of your eye as you breathed the words, “Just yours.” It was only barely loud enough for him to hear it over the wet sounds of him fucking into your dripping pussy. In fact, you weren't even sure if he had heard you until a hint of a smile crossed his face and he told you in that warm, rumbly rasp, "Mm, I know. Because you're my good girl," with every proceeding thrust reeking of pride.

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[swiftispunk]

Could I request reader getting turned on after Joel goes feral on some guy who tried to touch her and eventually fucking feral!joel

listen, non

just let me pop off on this one real quick ok if you don't mind

mad love, a drabble | joel miller x f!reader

REQUESTED ~

pairing: joel miller x afab!fem!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 1.8k warnings: smut (this is filthy), violence, blood, implied SA attempt, guns, knives, creampie, unprotected p in v sex, masturbation (f), dirty talk (kind of degrading), pet names, choking

you never feel afraid when you’re on patrol with joel.

scanning the perimeter while he watches attentively from a safe distance back, rifle slung over his shoulder, you’re secure in the knowledge that he’s there, always ready.

except the raiders come from the wrong side, rounding you both from behind so he doesn't fucking hear them coming.

and by the time he realizes you're surrounded, it's too late, one man's got a gun to his head while two others round on you, snatching your rifle and throwing it to the forest floor.

defenseless, against two men twice your size.

you don't know these men but you know them.

know what they do to girls like you; you see it in their eyes - the hunger, the hatred - the same hatred that's reflected right back at them in your own wide stare.

joel's frozen in time, brain assessing his next steps too slowly. the one man’s already grabbed your arm - so hard it leaves bruises - the other's tugging at the fabric of your shirt, tearing it at the hemline.

they're both armed, they're both too strong - you won't win.

so instead you scream - piercing and guttural, kicking your feet as hard as you can to shake them off you, writhing in vain and shrieking out a desperate plea, "joel, help."

he clicks into gear.

now he moves quickly - a violent elbow to the man's jaw with the gun to joel's head, easy. a steady aim of his rifle and then it's one shot to the knee just to hear the guy cry - the second in his forehead to watch him die.

a rustling in the nearby trees - another one, hiding. joel makes quick work of him, not even blinking as he aims the rifle with perfect accuracy at the man's head - that's two dead.

easy.

now these motherfuckers.

the one's still trying to pin down your squirming form, joel can hear them now, wishes he couldn't -

"keep fighting, sweetheart, that's right. fuck, you’re pretty, aren’t ya?”

"hold her down, i'm gonna go kill her boyfriend."

good fucking luck.

the man who says it rises off you to point a handgun at joel - side grip, fucking idiot -

joel shoots him in the thigh, watching him crumple to the floor with an agonized sob, leaving him rolling on the cold ground. he kicks the man's handgun into the bushes.

joel'll come back for him.

because then there's the grotesque monster sitting over you, knees painfully digging into your stomach and leaving scratch marks on your wrists where you fight to break free of him.

joel, with strength no fifty-six year old man should possess, tears the man's body off of yours, throwing him hard against a nearby tree, and using his last bullet to shoot the guy's leg when he stumbles up off the earth.

you stay where you are, surrounded by joel and the two quivering, screaming, pathetic beasts, waiting.

because you know joel's not done with them yet.

he deals with the one he'd shot in the thigh first, flipping him over by his jacket collar.

you and joel both take a beat to look at his face - to say goodbye to it.

"please," the guys begs.

you grin. so does joel.

joel's fist comes down hard on the man's jaw, once, twice, a third time (it's definitely broken), a fourth time (his teeth hit the ground), a fifth time (blood drips from the man's mouth, nose and eye sockets), a sixth (he's almost certainly dead).

joel knows it too, but that doesn't stop him.

you watch, awed, as he strikes the man's face more, more, more till his knuckles are red and splotchy with bruises.

you know it's not right -

but you fucking love him when he's like this.

your pussy pulses with each collision of his knuckles against the man's face, aches when you hear the other monster begging for his life behind joel - obviously having deduced what his fate will be once joel is done with the first man.

you burn with need to see it.

"joel," you say, voice thick with arousal so he finally turns away from the dead man to look at you with crazed, brutal eyes, his hand still knotted in the man's jacket, the fabric soaked in blood.

"get the other one," you instruct him, cocking your head towards the snivelling demon trying desperately to crawl away into the cover of the trees.

yeah, right.

joel catches him by the ankle while you sit back to watch the show.

"no, no, no, no, please," the man pleads, but joel can't hear him - joel is somewhere far away, consumed by the darkest part of his mind, the part that has but one directive - kill.

you can't stop yourself - you reach between your legs and cup your mound, fingers digging into your clothed heat, just in time to watch joel kick the man ruthlessly in the ribs.

you apply more pressure against your cunt when the man cries out in pain, biting down on your lip when joel kicks him again - harder, this time and in the groin - so the man recoils in on himself protectively.

"please..."

"keep begging," joel growls, and the sound of his voice, so low and terrifying...god, you have to bite back a moan, fingers now rubbing in circles into the fabric over your clit.

“you think she’s pretty?” joel demands of the man.

“fuck you.”

the bottom of joel’s boot comes down on the man’s ribs (a crunch, an anguished scream).

“that’s what you said, isn’t it? you think she’s pretty? right? say it again.”

no answer, of course not. just a helpless whimper from the dying man.

“you think you get to fucking touch her?”

his voice comes out an intoxicating roar; you’d flinch if you weren’t so used to it. his southern drawl fades away when he’s in this state - each word perfectly enunciated, clear and deliberate.

spine-chilling.

“look what happened to your friend,” joel orders the man and he actually listens (though that doesn’t surprise you, it’s hard not to listen to joel when he’s like this), eyes darting towards the bloodied man lying dead on the cold ground a few feet away.

“what do you think’s gonna happen to you?”

but joel doesn't give the man a chance to respond, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to unfurl himself, just for joel to slam his foot in the guy's side again.

he's bleeding out from the bullet wound in his shin, definitely bleeding internally from the force of joel's boot against his gut; you could just leave him here to die.

but you know joel won’t do that, you know what joel wants.

joel wants to watch the man's life leave his eyes.

and you want that too.

"kill him," you say and joel finally looks over at you, sees you with your hand over your cunt, another smirk playing at his lips at the sight.

he situates himself so he's straddling the man then, and now the guy doesn't even fight back, too weak, nothing left.

joel's taken all of it.

just one thing remains.

joel pulls his knife from its holster at his belt, and with a look in your direction, stabs it into the man's neck, eliciting one final cry of pain before you both witness the man choke on his own blood, dead.

easy.

"under the clothes, now, sweetheart."

it's his first order to you, you realize, and he says it while he's still straddling the man, hands covered in a mixture of the monster's blood and his own.

you do as he says, reaching your fingers under the hem of your jeans and into your underwear, not at all shocked to find you're already soaking wet.

you dip your fingers into your wet heat with a low moan as you watch joel rise from the ground, sheathing his knife in its holster and turning to face you, lying on the forest floor, fingers rubbing furiously against yourself.

“you like that, babygirl?” joel asks, voice now honey soft - if a little hoarse with strain - though the answer to his question is clear,

you fucking love it. "yes."

he just stands there for a moment, cock growing hard in his jeans as he watches you, fingering yourself surrounded by his violence, his towering form over you the stuff of nightmares – to someone else maybe, but not to you.

he palms himself through the fabric a few times with a blood-soaked, smarting - probably broken - hand. you can see the hard line of his cock through the denim now - a carnal need taking over.

joel feels it too.

"up," he orders you, not offering you a hand, still rubbing his cock through his jeans and fixing his eyes on you hungrily.

again, you do as he says, waiting patiently as he saunters towards you slowly, hand on his bulge, till he's right in your face - the blood splatters on his cheeks strikingly visible now, even in the dim light of the covered woods.

then his hands are on your face and he's crushing his mouth against yours, a kiss that's all teeth and spit and blood and need and before you can get properly lost in it, he's turning you around so your back sits flush against his chest, his weathered hands yanking your jeans and underwear over your hips, forcing your legs apart, the sound of his own zipper being undone behind you sending arousal coursing through you.

you barely have time to stable your palms against a tree before joel's thick, hard cock is pressing against your ass, wasting no time in piercing into your waiting cunt (a welcome tinge of pain as he splits you open) right to the base on the very first stroke.

"fuck me, you're so wet," he snarls, breath hot and ragged against your ear as he pulls out nearly completely before slamming back into you, your head falling back against his shoulder with a laboured moan.

"bad fuckin' girl, gettin' off like that," he says through gritted teeth, his big hands gripping your sides, hard - so hard you wonder if it hurts him; it hurts you.

his thrusts come faster now, breathless whimpers escaping your throat with each punishing thud of his clothed hips against your bare ass.

"you love it," you sneer back at him as he harshly bites down on your earlobe.

"fuck, yeah i do, sweetheart," joel grunts, reaching around your bodies to play with your clit with his bruised, calloused fingers, cock still pounding into you relentlessly.

you often ponder where he gets his stamina.

"dirty little girl, aren't you?" his gnarls into the skin of your neck. "you gonna come?"

he snakes his other hand up over your front to coil his fingers securely around your throat and -

"yes - yes, joel, fuck, keep talking," you beg, sounding not unlike the man he'd just stolen the life of.

"fuckin' - bad - girl - " he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough thrust up into you, his fingers on your clit never letting up their steady circular rhythm, the hand around your throat pressing into your wind pipe with solid pressure. “like watchin' me fuck some guy's shit up, huh? now you're gonna come on my cock, aren't you? takin' this cock like the filthy fuckin' girl you are."

"fuck fuck fuck, joel - "

"come for me, baby, come on my dick, i know you want to - can feel you soakin' me, jesus"

you come with a noisy moan, shaking on his cock as you hold for dear life to the bark of the oak in front of you, joel still stabbing into you, fucking you through it.

his arms hold you upright then, wrapped tightly around your middle to keep you standing as he groans out a chorus of low, needy sounds - his movements now a frantic, heady thing - and it's all you can do to keep your feet planted when he finally comes inside you with a raucous grunt, his parted lips still at your ear, his broken hands still wrapped around your waist, holding himself inside you till he fills you up completely.

he finally sets you free and lets you get redressed, his come and yours dripping down your thighs, sticky against your skin under the fabric of your jeans - a delicious, messy thing.

"thanks for saving my life," you finally tell him.

a shared smile, genuine gratitude, the carnage all around you nothing more than distant scenery, the scars on joel’s fists just a pleasant keepsake.

because you never feel afraid with joel.

-

A/N: so there are my thoughts on THAT

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #joel miller drabble #feral!joel miller #request #joel miller requests #pedro pascal character fanfiction #tlou fanfic #the last of us smut #these are so fun to write in this style #i hope this was ok for u non #i think doing some this way is the only way i'll get through them all lol #when i tell you i am HOLLERING RN #it is literally 9:30 in the morning #pedro pascal smut

[worldlxvlys]

can u make a fic a lot like this cola but instead of the reader using their safe word they just take it. i love love love your writing btw!! 💗

dress

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: whewwww chile smut (don’t read if you don’t like), oral (fem receiving), semi-public sex, squirting, p in v

a/n: ok so this is based off of these texts, you can read if you want :)

this is the fic anon is referring to: cola

hope you enjoy <333

(reader texts= italics , chris texts= bold)

what would you do if i popped a tit?

what.

maybe i should give this guy next to me a peek

chris stood across the room, eyes on his phone. when he looked up, i glared at him, taking a hand off of my phone to toy with the strap of my dress.

stop.

maybe i should pull my dress up a little.

since, according to you, my ass is practically hanging out.

whats the difference anyway?

i moved my hand to my thigh, pushing my dress up slightly.

this shit isn’t funny.

i continued to glare at him from my seat on the barstool.

i’m not laughing.

i’m serious.

look at me.

he looked up from his phone for a brief moment. i titled my head at him, willing him to keep testing me.

does it look like i’m joking?

maybe i should spread my legs for him.

ask him to help me out.

as soon as he received that message, his head snapped up.

i moved my legs apart slightly, not enough to show anything, but enough to get the message across.

his jaw clenched.

you need to stop.

stop staring and do something about it then.

i raised my eyebrows at him, daring him to do something.

you asked for it ma.

by the time i finished reading his message and picking my head up, chris was already taking long strides towards me.

before i even realized what was happening, he had grabbed my arm and pulled me to the nearest empty hallway.

he pushed my hip against the wall, bringing his face so close to mine that ours noses bumped into each others.

“are you seriously that fucking desperate?” he asked, looking back and forth between my eyes.

“pop a tit.” he said.

my eyes widened, jaw falling open.

“what?” i asked, looking at him as though he was crazy.

“pop. a fucking. tit.” he growled at me.

“chris, anyone could walk by”

“you had no problems doing it for that random dude, let’s go pretty girl” i just blinked at him.

“unless you want me to bring you back to him. do you need an audience, princess?” he asked condescendingly.

without another word, i brought my hand up to the same strap i was playing with earlier, now pulling it down.

he didn’t waist a second in moving the fabric of the dress down, just below my tit.

he gave it a lick and blew on it, the cool air making it harden.

“better be quiet baby, the echoes in this hall travel pretty far” he said before pushing his face into my chest, licking and sucking on my nipple.

i gasped, trying to suppress the moans as his hands traveled to my thighs.

he pulled my dress up, revealing my thong.

“i was right, barely covered” he smirked at me.

my thong didn’t do a great job of collecting my wetness, as it was dripping down my leg.

“so fucking wet, baby. remind me again, who’s all this for?” he asked.

“you, chris”

“you sure ? what about that guy out there? you sure it’s not for him ?”

“no, chris, no it’s not. all for you, baby”

he tilted his head at me, mimicking my earlier actions.

“hmm, i guess we’ll see about that” he said as he moved my thong to the side, pushing a finger in me.

“fuck, chris” i sighed out, shakily. i held onto his shoulders as he continued to thrust his finger into me.

“you seemed pretty confident a little earlier on, what happened baby?” he asked cockily.

i felt my stomach start to tighten.

“you’re so fucking dirty. you like the thought of someone walking by, don’t you?”

he slapped my ass. “i asked you a fucking question”

“yes, yes, fuck chris. i love it” i moaned out.

“better learn to keep that volume down, baby. that mouth of yours is gonna get us in trouble” he said as he got down on his knees.

he looked at me expectantly.

“well? you said you were gonna spread those legs ma. open up” he said.

i obliged, moving my legs apart. he wasted no time in wrapping his legs around my thighs.

he licked my thigh, cleaning up my wetness before licking a stripe up my pussy.

my hips bucked up into his mouth.

“fuck chris” i moaned out, not caring about how loud i was.

he pushed my hips back into the wall, continuing to lap at my pussy.

“you wanted to tease me? let’s see how you like it” he took the thin strip of fabric that covered my pussy, moving it from side to side against my folds.

“fuck! chris, don’t tease” i whined out, needing more.

“i can’t tell you what to do, right? same rules apply with me” he said as he continued to play with the fabric of the cheeky underwear.

he pushed the fabric down, making it dig into my clit.

“oh my godddd” i whimpered, my head falling back into the wall behind me.

suddenly, he pushed his face into my pussy, fucking his tongue into me.

“ SHIT, CHRIS” i yelled, my hand weaving into his hair, gripping with all of my might.

he moaned into me, the vibrations adding to my pleasure.

he looked up at me, his gaze unfaltering and intense.

the piercing glare of his eyes coupled with the feeling of his hot tongue moving against my wet walls caused me to finish all over his face.

“shit chris” i sighed out, breathing heavily.

he pulled away from my pussy after licking my juices up.

he pushed me against the wall, again, pushing his hard dick against my thigh.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, ma. you gonna help me?” he asked, peppering my neck with kisses.

i nodded my head, too fucked out to realize he couldn’t even see me.

his kisses moved to my tits, starting to leave marks.

as he continued to mark me up, i reached down to his clothed cock, palming him.

“mmm, fuck” he mumbled into my skin.

i undid his zipper, reaching under the waistband of his boxers to stroke his member.

“shit, baby. love having your hand wrapped around me, feels so fucking good”

i pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his throbbing cock.

without a word, he slid his dick through my folds, never actually pushing it in.

“fuck, chris” i moaned out, placing my head on his shoulder.

he pulled my thong down and placed his tip directly on my clit, rubbing himself on the bundle of nerves.

“c-chris, i-FUCK” i yelled out, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.

it wasn’t much longer before i came, embarrassingly fast, against him.

“that was pretty fast, baby. you must really like my dick”

“shut up” i said, without thinking.

he didn’t utter a word before lining up slamming into me.

“holy fuck! chris !” he hooked one of my legs around his waist, thrusting into me deeply.

“chris chris chris” i whined.

“so tight, ma. feel so good wrapped around me”

he continued to fuck me against the wall, watching the way my titties bounced with each snap of his hips.

“chris! chris! i’m gonna cum!” i barely even finished before my hips snapped up, and my cum coated his cock.

he groaned at the feeling of me dripping down his length, and continued to fuck me like there was no tomorrow.

“c-chris, i’m so sensitive “

“you know your safe word” he grunted out, continuing to pound into me.

he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up and continuing to fuck me into the wall.

the new angle allowed him to hit my g-spot, immediately sending me over the edge.

“oh- CHRIS” i yelled.

“i know, baby. i’m close” he moaned, rubbing my clit.

“fuck, chris” my hips started to twitch, my nails digging into his shoulders.

i clenched around him, pushing him to his orgasm as he filled me up.

“fuck chris” i moaned as the feeling of his cum in me triggered another orgasm.

he pulled himself out of me, watching our cum drip out.

“hmm, looks like i gotta clean you up” he said, barely giving me time to process his words before he was on his knees again.

he dove into my pussy, running his tongue through my folds.

“god, chris” i whined, my body still twitching from the aftershocks.

“taste so good, ma. could eat you all fucking day” he spoke into me, making me moan. he moved his tongue against me in every direction possible, shaking his head from left to right.

he slurped and sucked, entranced by the way my body reacted to him.

my moans and whimpers continued to fuel him on, even when he pulled another orgasm out of me.

“chrisssss. fuck, fuck, fuck” my voice was hoarse from all the yelling i was doing.

he worked me through my orgasm and continued on, rubbing my clit in circular motions.

“chris! j- slow down, fuck!” i yelled, almost squealing at this point.

his tongue never stopped, pushing me closer and closer to finishing.

i couldn’t keep the upper half of my body still, twitching and squirming as my eyes screwed shut.

my head fell forward, jaw hanging open as my vision began to blur from tears.

i couldn’t even make noise anymore.

he pulled one orgasm after another from me, the timing so close together that they faded into each other.

my hips shot forward, my juices shooting out of me before my body went limp.

chris removed his mouth and hand from me, kissing me on the cheek.

“did so good for me, baby” he whispered.

“sorry, but if you thought that would encourage me not to wear this dress again, you’re dead wrong”

——————

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[tallprinxess]

Depressed & needy Geto. +18

content: ¿cnc? smut, downgrading, bit of bdsm and spanking, <3 all tht fun stuff! 『my first time writing, this has been in my drafts for months(;_;)』. ꨄ reposts r rlly appreciated ꨄ

Geto returned from one of his 'mission’ feeling down, thinking he has no control or power over anything.. until he remembers he has you.

his mind and thoughts were elsewhere, he didn't think to go out of his way to call or see you. such an insignificant monkey wasting his time. 'why bother with her?" he thought to himself that morning.

on the other hand, you didn't even think too much into the amount of time he hadn't called you for. maybe he was just way more busy than usual. so you carried on w/ yourself that day, walking down the strip mall with some friends, you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure across the street.. Geto talking to a brown haired girl. confused.. staring at him, jealousy flickers across your face before your friends rushed you off into a store w/ them..

‘wonder if he saw me..' you thought to yourself..

course he saw you. he wasn't expecting to. he didn’t.. want to…

CREAK

later that night you swiftly turn your head to face your apartment window. breaking your thoughts as someone creeps in, immediately recognizing the figure.

"G-geto?" you questioned, eyebrow slightly raised looking at him stepping through your window unannounced. he was dressed in a grey tee casual black pants and a belt..? he doesn't usually wear belts.

"a-ah, scared me..” you sighed, rubbing the remaining cream into your thigh.

“Seriously you can't keep popping into my window like that, Geto. you don’t even text or-" before you could finish, a big strong hand slowly covered your mouth, the width of it reaching from one side of your soft jaw to the other, clamping w/ a grip.

"talk 't much." Geto sighed, his voice low.

your body tensed a bit, slowly looking back up at him. as he gives no time to react, pulling you up off your bed by the small of your jaw, his grip demanding. forced to meet his tall figure. dark purple eyes that lazily bore into yours as your gaze flickered across his darken features, long loose hair framing his face. emotions evident in his eyes.

"take off 'ur clothes fa me, pretty ." he interrupted in a low, deep tone as his rough hand slowly moved from your mouth, brushing his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

"Geto.." you barely breath out. “t—take off my clothes?..i don't under-"

‘HHHhh’ Geto sighed loudly, yanking his hand from your face. now rubbing his fingers over his eyes, frustration evident as he spoke.

"-didn't fucken stutter bro. you heard me." he spat back, still rubbing his eyes. clearly he didn't have his emotions in check. there was no room for arguing here, its not like you never gotten naked for him before. with slow shaky hands, you slid your pj shorts off, letting them hit on the floor then slowly pulling the bottom of your white pj top up-

“tsk.” Geto groaned, clicking his tongue reaching for the middle of your top ripping the fabric and binds in one motion. you invariably jerk away, covering up but that swiftly changes as he grasp your wrist. lifting his grey tee w/ the other hand biting it up as he grabs his belt gripping and yanking it off. what’s he gonna do w/ the belt?

“wanna see this pretty little body squirming under me.” he mumbles, his big hand still on your wrist bringing it to your back, forcing you onto your bed face first as he ties your small wrists together with his belt… oh.. that’s why he wore a belt, jus for you <3.

looking back at him as he binds your arms “ok ok, look g-geto.. you can talk to me. something is clearly wrong with yo—”

“EEKK-”

“i said you talk to much…like it better when those noises come out.” you couldn’t even process his words as another slap to the same cheek comes to your ass. “MMMHH” bitting the bed, your back jerks a deeper arch.

you can’t think to breath when he sends another slap to the soft flesh of your ass, griping and kneading into it. your pretty little head jolting up then back into your bed, bitting your sheets. the skin of your ass hot and red from his hand prints.

“fuckkk babygirl, wet already for me? put that arch higher. lemme see it.” Geto groans, griping your other cheek, lifting your ass higher then spreading your wet folds apart w/ his thick fingers. “ha.. if i would ‘ave known you were such a slut for a lil bit of spanking, trust i would have been fuckin done it.” he mumbles still spreading you open, looking at the pink he was finna fuck into. he was so right, yea, something was definitely wrong w/ him but.. shit.. this was turning you on sooo much. tilting your head back a little to meet his gaze, lashes trickled with tiny tears. his eyes looking from your pussy to you. he couldn’t help but grin.

“oh come on, don’t look at me like that love. you wanna make me feel better, hm? you wanna make me happy right?” he asked still kneading into your soft red cheek, that cute ass grin on his face that he knows will get you to do anything for him. you nod of course.. fuck, he just looked so needy and alone. he looked back to your wet cunt, still spreading your folds.

“Good girl.” he purred.

“ion think you need prepping. i mean, you know my shape and size yes?” Geto simply said, pulling his pants down bitting the bottom of his tee, pulling it up again. clearly he was trying to convince himself because you were always tight, especially when he couldn’t come see you for days. but today he didn’t care about your comfort, you were going to ultimately enjoy that dick like you always do.

“a—ah.. geto wait you can’t jus—ahhhh~” your mouth melted into a ‘0’ shape as he slowly slid his fat tip into your tight, gummy walls. his hand gripping the hot flesh of your ass. you were expecting him to fuck right into you but no. he wanted to take his time, to see his shit going in and out.

“fuckkkkkk~” Geto moaned as he stroked into you, head tilting up, his purple eyes rolling back. “yea, missed this pussy right here. shit got me feeling better already.” he barely mumbled out as his strokes got deeper, he fuckin loved watching his length disappear and reappear from inside you. coated in cream already. your walls slowly adjusting to his size again but your brain couldn’t. since your hands were still tied to the back with his belt, you were forced to take his length in full with nothing to grab or hold. moans and gasp rolling off you lips. the only thing you could do was push at his lower belly, hoping that could at least give you some room to move but baby that only made it worst.

“oh uh uh,” Geto breathes, shaking his head slightly then griping your bound wrists with one hand. “you gon take what i give. no runnin.” now pulling at your wrist, leaning back some as he fucked deeper inside. FAP FAP the noises your cunt was making for him bro... those sweet wet scrunching sounds… your ass bounced and recoiled off his pelvis, stretched out juices connecting the two of you. “f-fuck baby you’re so deep, Ahhh~” you whined, throwing ur head back lookin him in his narrow eyes. his shit was deep, hitting that spot he hadn’t hit in days.

“mhm, jus like that babygirl. take it. make me feel better.” he mumbled, bitting his lip.

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[st4rymoon]

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◦ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warning: edging, teasing, sex! toy (vibrator!), pussy eating, soft dom marc, overstimulation

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You really wish you hadn’t tried getting back at Marc. Teasing him never went well for you, it always ended you up in the position you were in at the moment.

Your wrists were tied to the headboard with your legs spread, marc between your thighs with your legs above his shoulders. He wasn’t fucking you with his fingers or eating you out. He was holding a vibrator to your acing clit, circle it softly then pulling back as soon as he saw your legs shake.

“Told you honey, right before we walked out that door didn’t I?” Marc cooed. You whined in agony as your pussy pulsed and dripped in need. He’d been at it for who knows how long.

You went out with Marc tonight, the late night bar date was going well until you told him to look under the table. Marc’s body tensed as he saw you wearing no panties, just the thin fabric of the dress hiding what’s his from the world.

Now you were here, tied up and being edged for the past 30 minutes. “I- I’m sorry” you choked out as Marc ran the warm silicone up your sticky folds. The sound of the vibration and your slick making you even needier.

“No you aren’t and that’s ok, I don’t mind this” he mocked as he pressed the vibrator down onto your clit. Your hips bucked up in the air as you squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the pleasure.

You felt the knot getting tighter and tighter as he slowly circled the toy into your messy cunt. Marc smiled up at you, pulling the toy away the second he saw you too comfortable.

You let out a pitiful cry, tears streaming down your face as the edging was getting to much. “Ple- p- please Marc, please” you cried out.

“I know sweetheart, sucks doesn’t it?” He mocked. His lips pressed a soft kiss into your inner thigh, his hand moving the toy back up to your clit and dragging it through your folds.

“Think you’ve had enough punishment for today yeah?” He hummed. You nodded weakly with tears streaming down your face and body shaking. Marc turned the vibrator off, your soft smile turning into a frown as he threw the toy to the side.

Before you could get a word out his mouth was lapping at your pussy. His tongue working at your swollen clit that was covered in slick “mhm so fucking g- good” Marc groaned as he rolled his tongue around your clit.

A loud whine spilled out your lips as he bobbed his head and lapped as if his life depended on it. Your hands flew to his hair as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

The nerves in your body tingling as you finally got the release you’ve been dying for. Your breathy moans filled the room as he didn’t stop, causing your body to shiver and squirm under him.

Marc gave one last lick with a pop of his lips, his mouth covered in your wetness as he lifted two fingers onto his cheeks and collected your cum with his fingers, sucking them clean with a moan.

Both of you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time, and you were definitely not sorry.

#smut #marvel smut #moon knight smut #moon knight #moonknight x reader #marc spector smut #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you

[funky-astrologer]

Astrology Notes: - Aesthetics that remind me of the signs -

check your Moon sign & Venus sign as well as your 2nd house, 5th house, & 7th house if you wanna be real fancy ✨

*I will likely be adding to this cause i love this topic/concept a lot 🌹

Aries: laughter, loud music, anything that moves fast, pops of color, the color red, highways, sunrises, neon writing, fairy lights, rusty old swings, bold lipstick, strong brows

Taurus: peace, beauty, flowers, plants, soft fabrics/clothing, cooking, being wined and dined, garden parties, elegant purses, lingerie, pastries arranged on a plate with floral designs

Gemini: jokes, humor, books, insects, butterflies, things that move swiftly and with ease, day trips, coffee shops, study groups, new friends/acquaintances, city skylines, cotton candy, platonic cuddling

Cancer: kindness, gentleness, soft blankets, beautiful fountains, sunshine glistening off water, cosmic inspired jewelry, family hierlooms (not necessarily an aesthetic--but the idea sticks), gloomy beaches

Leo: romance, arts & crafts, music, theatre, warmth/sunshine, getting dressed up, parties, hosting a gathering, body candles, friend dinners

Virgo: appreciation, planning, books, lofi, libraries, quiet time, reading, animals, flower crowns, tea, forests, pastel-colored drinks and mocktails with a neat flower on top (virgo's would be superb at mocktails, don't disagree with me here), antique shops

Libra: love, weddings, beauty, dazzling perfume/fragrance--the kind you never want to forget, seasonal lattes, cherries-- or any other fruits that are enticing, statues of the gods & goddesses, honey drizzle, rooftop lounges, cute cocktails like mojitos

Scorpio: horror films, morbidity, a full moon shining over the water, blue lightning, leather and lace, black and white photography, preserved flowers, crows

Sagittarius: traveling & making new friends, hilltops, bonfires, university, dorms, messy yet very detailed notes, pumpkins (ok this might just be fall related for me, but pumpkins are so wonderfully abundant, if you get it, you get it)

Capricorn: goth couture, dark luxury, mountains, perfect posture, glorious architecture, black coffee, perfectly arranged desks with all the necessary things you need, black succulents, greenhouses

Aquarius: perfectly sculpted artwork yet messy studios, the song "ride" by lana del rey, convertibles, strange, yet cool phone cases, sci fly, vapor wave aesthetic,

Pisces: the ocean, swimming, spirituality, fairies, magical creatures & realms, beautiful pastel-colored sunsets, the concept of "purple hour", gloomy artwork, salt lamps, starry skies, cosmic imagery

#astrology #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #astro notes #astrology notes #astrology aesthetic #astro aesthetic #aesthetic

[an-angel2u]

can you do a Jesse pinkman c fem! Reader with fluffy and smut?

long day || j. pinkman

warnings: cockwarming, dry humping, fem!reader, kinda sub!jesse?? i was high and running on a few hours of sleep when i wrote most of this, sorry if it’s bad!

you were exhausted, unbelievably exhausted. you had a hate-love relationship working as a magazine editor. it was easy yet draining, your (male) coworkers annoyed you to death. they were all incredibly insufferable.

alas, you made it back home in one piece. back to jesse.

it was freezing cold by the time you got home, your legs were exposed under your pencil skirt. you had forgotten your blazer back your own place and didn’t bother going back to get it, thinking you’d be fine.

you stumbled into the house, you could barely wait to get those restricting heels off your feet. “hi jess.” you huffed, slamming the door behind you. you fell to the floor and popped your shoes off.

“hey baby.” he sat up from his slouching position, fixing his hair looking at you. “long day?” he added. “you wouldn’t believe.“

you unzipped your skirt and pulled it off, not caring that you’d be in your blouse and pantyhose. “i hate dressing up like this…” you spoke sluggishly, sliding your feet across the hardwood floor and walked over to jesse and straddled his lap.

“you look beautiful either way.” he played at your thighs, pinching the pantyhose and pulling them up, letting them tap back on your skin.

“you smell good.” your face was in his neck as you began to grin against his skin. “yeah? i tried some sample cologne from those magazines you brought home.” he smiled, rubbing your backside.

“smells really good, jess.” you hummed, feeling slightly aroused by his scent. you felt his low groans vibrate through his throat. “jesse… can we try something…?”

“what’s that?” he ran his fingers all the way down to your ass, only to keep his hands there and rub the pads of his thumbs. “where i sit on your dick… and you don’t move… just sit there…”

“are you tryna to torture me, baby…?” he chuckled. “it’s supposed to feel good, trust me.” you smiled, sitting up from the perfect space where your head could fit.

jesse’s head raised up from the cushion for his lips to kiss yours. you dissolved into his touch, your eyes closed slowly with your hands wandering under his shirt.

you pulled back and started to rocked your hips along his clothed length. you loved how sensitive jesse was, how helpless he could become in an instant. you watched as jesse sunk his teeth into his bottom lip.

it felt nice on your end, the fabric rubbing against your clit. the tingling sensation became acute causing you to moan with lust. your face found home in his neck once again as you continued grind against him.

“can we start this… torture— whatever you call it?” he laughed through his desperate tone. you nodded before pooling your panties and pantyhose at the bottom of your feet, stepping out of them. you watched jesse struggle to pull his basketball shorts off, successfully getting them down to his ankles.

“so you just— go commando in your basketball shorts huh…?” you giggled crawling back on jesse, sneaking your hands to his shaft, stroking him slowly.

“focus on me… okay?” your glossy eyes met with his, he was in a short moment of bliss before coming back to reality to answer. he nodded with quick “ok’s” falling from his mouth.

you placed your middle and ring finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits. you pulled your fingers from your lips and spread your saliva all around jesse’s cock, mixing your saliva and his pre-cum together.

you lined your entrance up with his tip, lowering yourself onto him. you watched as his mouth went agape from the pleasure he received from your wet, warm walls.

“shit— and you’re not supposed to move..?” he spoke, his hands sliding up and down your waist. you supposed it was a self soothing technique. “nah-uh. just relax, jesse. keep watching that movie…”

you laid your head down on his shoulder, your hand snaked around to play with his hair. the feeling that was slight pain had melted into a peaceful pleasure.

jesse was holding up pretty well from what you could tell. he was very silent, every now and then when your walls tensed, he would whimper. other than that he was quiet.

your lids became heavier by the minute. your mind wandered farther and farther away from the fact that you were filled up by jesse’s length. the last thing you remember was the soft scent of tester cologne jesse had displayed on his neck and collarbones

#jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman #breaking bad #jesse pinkman smut #jesse pinkman imagine #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad x reader

[ectologia]

love your stuff!! would you be ok with making something about bakugo just being a bully?

HARD TIMES

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ DUBCON/NONCON, BULLYING, ABUSE, SWEATY ARMPITS, PISS, HUMILIATION, MISOGYNY, SIZE KINK, SIZE DIFFERENCE, CRUEL NICKNAMES, DEGRADATION, OBJECTIFICATION, PROFANITY

“Hey.”

You shuffle down the corridor quicker at the deep, rumbling snarl. Twisting the straps of your bag tighter in your clammy fists as you take long, purposeful strides, almost skipping in your steps.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” A heavy palm lands on your shoulder, squeezing like a python once your back collides with the wall.

Your eyes follow the stocky blonde’s form all the way up his hard chest, chasing to confirm the two crimson rubies placed atop his tanned features like the gems of a crown.

Bakugou juts his chin upwards in an abrasive fashion the moment you whimper under the pressure of his fingertips.

“I didn’t see you in math today.”

You sweep his hand off, shuffling backwards beneath his stoic gaze. “I.. Uhm.. I switched classes..” You mumble, barely coherent under your meek breath.

“Why’s that.”

It’s not a question, nor does he care for an answer.

One thudding foot after another and he’s in your shadow, looming over you like the sun swallowing the moon.

Two thick biceps come to rest by your spinning head, propped against the wall at the perfect angle for the heady stench of his sweaty armpits to suffocate you in the tight space.

“I’m disappointed, I was looking forward to seeing my little cock-sock today.”

You turn, raising a defensive fore-arm. “Please, Bakugou. Not today, I—”

He curls a set of scarred fingers around the flimsy joint, stretching it upwards until he has you pinned like a butterfly, helpless and vulnerable against the wall.

“What’s my name?” He scoffs.

You squeal once the calloused digits tense, popping and rolling your delicate bones in a painful hug.

“Katsuki! Katsuki!”

His fist goes limp once again. “There we go.. stupid bitch.”

The heavy appendage drops back down to his side, as does yours. You rub at the red stripes left across your skin, encouraging the blood to pool back into your veins.

“I ain’t got much time, training’s in 20 minutes.”

“Huh?” Your head snaps up, brows knitted in pardon.

His eyes roll in their sockets. “Get your pussy out, need to fuck something.”

Panic strikes and you’re flinching away.

“Hey, stop acting like such a little victim — just spread ‘em.”

It takes him less than 3 seconds to do it himself. You’re hoisted up onto the window-sill with one large palm splayed across your ass, while the other comes down to paw at the fabric stretched across your chubby mound.

“Thought I told you to stop wearing these shitty shorts under your skirt.”

“I can’t, they’re part of the uniform policy!”

“Blah, blah, bitch.” He tugs at the black spandex. “All I’m hearing is you want your pussy lips burnt off.”

The fibres twang and snap under the crackling heat of his quirk, disconnecting until a grand burning hole is left in the garment.

“Katsuki!”

“That’s me.” He snickers with a toothy grin, pulling away to inspect the tiny slit between your legs.

“Did you get looser?” He cleaves the swollen folds apart, hooking two thumbs around the gooey rim of your pussyhole.

You tuck your chin into your chest, frowning down at his ministrations.

“Only joking babe.” He spanks your clit, chuckling at the way your legs jump. “She’s still good for another fuck or two.”

He wastes no time, pulling the stiff length of his fat dick out to slap against your puffed up pussy.

“Let’s do this quick, yeah? Don’t really wanna be seen piping a loser, no offence.”

You’re swung back and forth by the hinges of your knees with your feet left dangling in the air, clumsily knocking his back with every hop.

His hips clap against the crease of your thighs, pumping in and out of your sloppy cunny as the bulbous head of his cock pokes at your cervix.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Bounce that fat-ass back on me, just like that.” He howls through the thin space of his pursed lips, huffing and puffing as he lifts you up and down on his prick.

“B— Katsuki!”

“Shh, shut up.”

He squeezes your face in between his fingers, smothering your mouth in an attempt to keep your cries to a minimum.

A dewy sheen bubbles along his hairline, darkening the beach blond spikes until the ends droop from the humidity. The way his large frame tips forward to knock his sweaty forehead against yours has you mewling, clawing at his shoulders for stability and some form of comfort as he uses you like his own girlie little flesh-light.

“Mmh.. Fuck on it, fuck on that cock, fuck on that big fat monster cock.”

His rapid thumping slows to a mellow pace as a ponderous expression befalls him. “All this humping’s making me need a piss.”

At this, you yelp. Thrashing around in his arms like a fish out of water.

He takes one step, two steps, towards the window until you’re squashed and squished against the glass.

“Well done piggie. You’ve just been promoted to Katsuki Bakugou’s new toilet.”

The torrid stream has you feeling almost bloated, on the brink of bursting as you’re pumped full off cock and piss, dribbling and squirting out of the tiny seam left in the space that Katsuki has yet to fill. Your toes curl and cripple from the positively sickening warmth of his urine spraying out of your cunt, sloshing around in what you can only assume is your womb.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff…” His ears twitch at the sensation of releasing inside your body.

Your head lounges against your shoulder, floating in and out of consciousness until a stinging smack to your cheek has you shaking yourself awake.

“You passin’ out on me already?” He adjusts his position, bringing your pliable, fucked-out body closer towards his chest.

“I ain’t even cum yet, baby.”

#𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #katsuki bakugou x female reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader

[captainfern]

In Bloom

Captain John Price x gen!reader

["In Bloom" by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - you give price some attitude. he doesn’t let it slide lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1.2k • warnings - gen!reader [‘hole’ is used, ‘love’ is used], dom!price, unprotected sex, light breeding [what a surprise 🤭], dirty talk, mean!price but not really, implied age gap, no aftercare

✿ ok so i’ve attempted a gender neutral reader so hopefully it’s okay !! genitalia is only specified as ‘hole’ lol but let me know if there’s things i should change :)

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You were a good soldier.

Most days.

“You got something to say, soldier?” Price asked, after you huffed something under your breath towards the end of the task force briefing.

“Nope.” You said, popping the p.

Price looked at you across the table, eyes narrowing slowly. He stood up straighter, adjusting his posture as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared you down.

“If you have a problem with the job I’ve assigned you, kid, then speak up.” He said.

You scoffed. “Why can’t I go with Ghost? I’ve been training—”

Price shook his head. “No, not happening. End of story.”

You seethed quietly to yourself, sinking back into the seat. The rest of the task force looked between you and Price sceptically.

“Don’t sulk.” Price uttered.

You rolled your eyes. He raised his brows, your reaction startling him slightly. You were acting ridiculous.

“Look, kid, don’t get upset.”

“I’m not a kid.” You spat.

He didn’t miss a beat. “Then stop acting like one.”

You got to your feet abruptly, legs of the chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. You ignored the looks from the rest of your comrades, attention solely on your captain at the other end of the table.

“I deserve to be treated with some respect—”

“Don’t start.” Price warned, and you gave him a challenging look.

“Or what?” You asked. “What’s my punishment going to be, huh? What is it, Price?”

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“Fuck— oh my god— fuck—!” You moaned out as Price bullied his cock into you.

A few hours after the briefing, Price ordered you back into the conference room. From there, he decided to punish you… kind of.

“You wanna talk back, huh?” Price hissed, cock dragging in and out of you with frightening precision. “You wanna be fucking disobedient?”

You choked on a moan as Price fucked you, your back against the sleek wood of the conference table. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrusted into you with no abandon.

He had his arms caging your head, forearms pressed to the sleek wood to keep himself aloft over you. He still had his gear on, too— the grooves in his shirt ruching the fabric of your top. He smelt of cigar smoke and pine; a fire on a winters day.

You whined as his cock continued to fuck into you. You could feel how deep he was inside, and it made you whisper his name, arching your back off the table.

Price grunted above you. “You wanted to challenge your captain, eh? You wanted my attention? Well, you fucking have it now, love.”

You desperately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging onto him as he turned you inside out with the depth and strength of his thrusts. His cock slammed into that spot inside you that made your eyes roll, mouth opening and mewls drifting between your lips.

Price watched your mouth, the way you bit your bottom lip. He wanted to taste you— to gag your bratty mouth with his tongue, to kiss your lips swollen and bruised.

But this was a punishment.

You shouldn’t have challenged his initiative.

Instead, he used one of his hands that was holding him up, shifting it so he could bury his fingers in your hair. With a firm grip, he angled your head upwards, exposing the supple expanse of your throat.

“Price—!” You sobbed, his fist tight in your hair and, suddenly, his hot mouth against the curve of your throat.

He laved his tongue, nipping at the skin as he sucked a bruise to the centre of your throat. He felt you swallow, saliva building in your mouth as he fucked you into a state of stupour. He pulled back to admire the dark splotch.

You blinked up at him, trying to prevent your eyes from rolling again. You opened your mouth to speak, but your throat felt tight and no words appeared in your mind. You babbled something— you have no idea what— and Price smirked down, shushing you.

“That’s it, thaaaat’s it,” he cooed, patronising. “Don’t talk, love. Just take my cock, there you go.”

You did as you were told; closing your mouth, but not before you managed to let a whimper out. It was needy, almost pained, like a small animal. His eyes flashed, smirk growing as he continued to thrust into you.

“Not so mouthy now, eh, love? Just needed this tight hole fucked.”

You nodded deliriously, gripping the back of Price’s shirt so hard that you thought you might rip it. You could already feel your legs begin to tremble, your thoughts tightening around his waist. That familiar sensation in the depths of your stomach was brewing, a thin sheen of sweat building across the back of your neck.

“Price…” You drawled, entire body strung taut.

He didn’t say anything, merely grunting as he continued to abuse your hole, shifting his gaze from where his cock entered you, over and over, to your face, blissed out, skin shining.

“Price—!” You sobbed louder this time, angling his head in an attempt to kiss him.

He gave in as you came— smashing his mouth onto yours and consuming your moans. He was quick to shove his tongue into your mouth as you tightened around him, coming violently as your entire body spasmed.

The kiss was choking, but didn’t last. You wished it lasted longer, but Price pulled away and redoubled his efforts, cock slamming into your sensitive hole, which was pulsing around him as he fucked you into a cloud of overstimulation.

“Take it, love. Take my cock. Let this needy fucking hole take it,” Price muttered darkly while you whined at him. “Look at you… just needed a good fuck. Just needed your captain to breed this fucking hole…”

He was grunting now, puffing as his orgasm drew near. Your body was jolting against the polished surface, each of his thrusts shaking the solid table just a bit.

He didn’t tell you that he was about to cum. All he did was let out a low groan that made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Then, he pushed himself so deep inside you that you could feel him in your diaphragm, before liquid heat filled you, making you exhale a whimper.

“Fuck…” Price muttered, thrusting softly into your hole a few more times, his cum leaking out of you. “Bloody hell.”

He was quick to pull out of you, the cool air hitting you and making you squirm. He hopped off the desk, pulling his boxers and pants up and buckling his belt. You sat up slowly, grabbing your discarded underwear from one of the chairs.

“Clean yourself up. We leave in an hour,” Price said, heading for the door. With one hand on the door handle, he looked back at you. His eyes were soft, and you knew he wouldn’t usually do this. But this was your punishment, after all. “Don’t challenge me again, understood?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He huffed, then left.

You hid a smile as you got dressed. Hell, if that was your punishment, maybe you should challenge your captain more often.

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had a little delulu daydream about this so i wrote it in like an hour at 3am. sorry if there’s mistakes— i’m just a whore 🙏

#captainfern #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain john price #captain price #captain price smut #price x reader #captain john price x you #gender neutral reader #captain john price x reader #captain’snirvana

[makethatelevenrings]

OK LISTEN

Bruce x wife!reader where they just recently got married and adopted lil Dick. Reader is very pregnant and this is the first Valentine’s Day they aren’t doing fancy billionaire Valentine’s stuff and instead they’re sitting at home with their son and having a nice night in.

tw: pregnancy, female reader, mention of the Wayne parents

“This time last year, we were in designer clothes and eating escargot,” you hummed as you stripped off your blouse that you wore to work. Bruce was removing his cufflinks and unbuttoning his shirt, but he paused at your words.

“Do you regret staying in this year?”

Your head popped out of the closet and you shot him an incredulous look. “Darling, I thought you were much smarter than that. I’m elated that we’re staying in.”

Once in your pajamas, you left the closet and smoothed down Bruce’s t-shirt over your growing stomach. At thirty-six weeks pregnant, you were fucking waddling around and none of your clothes properly fit but thankfully, your husband was 6’4 and pure muscle. His soft, cotton t-shirts fit you like a charm and the drawstring pajama pants Alfred insisted on gifting you every Christmas eve was the perfect addition.

“Hurry up,” you chastised. “We’ve got an excited nine year old downstairs.”

Bruce chuckled and pushed away from his dresser to stand in front of you. He kneeled down and pressed a kiss to the fabric that covered your stomach. “I don’t know how you managed to convince Alfred to let him have candy.”

“Pregnancy card works wonders.” You beamed and patted his cheek twice. “Now, c’mon. Or Dickiebird and I will just have to drink all the hot cocoa without you.”

Bruce watched as you toddled out of the bedroom before he rushed to change into sweats. The minute the pregnancy test said positive, his already protective nature ramped up to eleven. The second you reached thirty weeks, Bruce didn’t want you out of his sight.

With the addition of little Dick to the family, a baby was the last thing on your mind but an extended Justice League mission and threats of world domination meant a very welcoming return and two lines on a plastic stick.

As Bruce stepped onto the landing and made his descent to the first floor where peals of laughter and shrieks of delight erupted from the kitchen, he paused for a moment and turned back to look at the black shrouded portrait of his parents.

If only they could see him now. Married to the most incredible woman with a son and another child on the way…

He pushed aside the “what ifs” and continued to the kitchen. He knew your threat about the hot cocoa was very serious.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fluff #batman x reader #batman imagine #batman fluff #valentine’s day series

[kentosbabes]

Jjk boys as camboys

Nanami; Office

He’s been stressed for a while, his boss getting onto him for an upcoming deadline and working overtime. The only way he’s been able to relax recently is to fuck his fist on camera. As weird as it sounds, the feeling of being exposed to thousands of people watching him show himself off live turns him on.

His shirt rolled up and his tie dangling from his plush lips, a grunt caught in his throat. His checks, a pretty rouge and his eyes rolled back. “F-fuck, I needed this,” a guttural moan escaped. His head fell back as he let out a shaky breath as he arched forward so his hard cock was even closer to the camera. He made sure to look at the camera while his breathing became faster, his movements became erratic and his toes curled as the pleasure was building inside him, ready to overflow at any minute.

Gojo; Toys

Gojo was a cam boy for fun, he had the money but there was something about plaything with himself on camera that excited him. Never showing his face, he loved to listen to the requests of his audience. Not shying away at all at the more erotic ones. He ran a hand up his stomach and chest, all the way up his neck and then back down to play with his nipple.

“Play with your vibrator?” He smirked, an assured and arrogant grin took its place, “of course I can can do that for you.” He loves to dirty talk while fulfilling his promises. “I’d let you hold this against my balls, if you were here, right until I’m crying for you to stop.” He writhed against the mattress, moving it down the length of his cock.

Gojo’s head lolled to the side and he let out a high-pitched, needy whine as he spurted strings of white all over himself, glistening in the light. His hand doesn’t stop fisting his cock until he finally is able to look up through his eyebrows to the camera and ask, “Please, please can- can I? Ah.”

Geto; Charmingly clumsy

Geto was the boy next door, he was just a regular guy who you saw at the movies or at school. He even had a regular job as a waiter. But he moonlighted as a cam worker, he loves the feeling of being watched. Sure it pays well and as a collage student thats needed but he genuinely loves his work.

“Do you want to see my cock?” Geto hooked his thumbs on his Calvin Kline boxer briefs which hid his cock from the viewers. Geto nodded as he pushed the fabric so his cock popped out and his balls fell free. He let out a small moan when he wrapped a hand around his shaft and started pumping it, his other hand going to support him as he leaned back. His thighs flex and his legs jerk upwards like he’s trying to stave off his orgasm.

“Can I, pl-please I just, fuck. I wanna just, ah. Can I cum guys?” The dinging sounds of notifications from his viewers overwhelmingly saying yes. Whining a thank you, rocking back and forth. He could feel his climax coming, the familiar toiling in his lower tummy threatening to snap.

Toji; Dirty talking joi

Toji is well known on the app for his voice, more specifically his words. He has an ability to find the dirtiest words and phrases to make the already erotic scene playing out even more erotic.

“Fuck, I had a long day and now I just wanna fuck my fist hard. Any requests?” His abrupt voice and manner make him that much more sexy to his viewers. “A Joi? Sure.” He hooked a finger around his boxers, “I’m going to start with taking my underwear off, now you can start. Being such good little girls and boys.” Curling his hand around his shaft and loosely playing with it by circling with his finger, “Now I want you to start following me and my instructions ok? I’ll reward you with the ability to cum if you do this right.”

Nodding to himself, “if you’re a woman watching this I want you to rub up and down and in a figure of eight motion. If you’re a man watching this,” he drawled, voice deep and gentle, “then just follow me.” He made sure to look at the camera while his breathing became faster, his movements became erratic and his toes curled as the pleasure was building inside him, ready to overflow at any minute. “Fuck, m’gonna cum, cum with me darlin’, ah.”

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[paddockbunny]

The Met Gala

Summary: You attend the illustrious Met Gala with your boyfriend Daniel on your arm but everyone who's anyone knows, there's another certain list that those invited want to be on more than the guest list. Rating: 18+. Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 3,707 - ONE SHOT! Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, PinV sex, unprotected sex, public sex. GIF Credit : @overtake

As Marcus gave your lips a final once over, making sure they were significantly polished to last all night, you saw Daniel out of the corner of your eye exuding what could only be described as nervous energy. “How you doing over there, baby?” You smiled broadly as you watched as he gave himself yet another once over. Daniel let out a little chuckle before jokingly biting his lip. “Just relax…you’re making me nervous.” You arose from the make-up chair and watched as in an almost childlike fashion he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “DANIEL!” You warned and he immediately apologised. If there was one thing you hated while you were getting ready for an event it was heightened tension in the room and Daniel was creating it. It was fucking with the calming music, the sage and the Xanax you had popped a few hours ago.

You were nearly done. A few more swooshes of hairspray to hold your Rita Hayworth, old Hollywood styled hairdo and it was off with the hotel robe covering your thousands upon thousand dollar vintage haute couture gown. And silence. The look was perfectly crafted and perfected, it had been for months. And you felt incredible. Really, and truly incredible. But none more so than when you finally locked eyes with Daniel. He was staring at you with his mouth open. It was the first time he had ever really seen you like this, all dolled up to the nines. And he was speechless. He made a gesture with his hands but no words followed and it made you laugh. “I take it I look ok then?” Everyone else in the room laughed loudly at your remark while Daniel nodded enthusiastically. “Wow” he managed to croak out while his eyes continually roamed your whole body. The black dress was completely sheer and you only wore a pair of tiny minuscule panties underneath. You had worked out extra specially hard in the gym for the whole week running up to tonight so you could look your best and boy, was it paying off by the look on your boyfriends face. He bit his lip as he watched your body move over to him. Your heels made you taller but he didn’t mind. “You are phenomenal.” You knew he meant looked phenomenal but you’d take it all the same. “You clean up well too…you might need to consider your next career being one you wear a suit every day” you fixed his bow tie a little and he smiled his signature grin at you. You glanced at Marcus - your make-up artist - and noticed he wasn’t looking for quickly gave Daniel swift peck on the lips. His hands found your waist and you had to swot them away before he deepened anything. “Save it for later…you can’t get me too excited in the dress” you then whispered in his ear “there’s nowhere to hide it if you make me wet.” That was the type of relationship the pair of you had. Highly sexually charged and not afraid to tell one and other. “Well the sight of your nipples through that sheer fabric is giving me a semi so…” his admission matched yours and both of you burst out laughing.

You watched Daniel’s leg bouncing up and down as he was flooded with nerves again. The car ride was quick but evidently not quick enough. You reached over and tried to steady it by placing a tender hand on his knee. It worked - a little - but he was still buzzing away. “How do you stay so calm?” “Once you’ve been a few times it’s not so bad.” You shrugged but really this was sort of like work so you were able to compartmentalise it. “It’s like racing. You’re nervous before the race then you get in the car and that melts away.” You explained “The carpet is the worst. People screaming your name as you get pushed around and hurried here and there and then suddenly, that’s it done, it’s over with and it’s onto partying.” You had talked him over the events of the Met Gala several times. First when you invited him after being allowed to bring a plus one - a practically unheard of event as Anna kept things very tight, but seeing as Daniel was now so well known in the US she must have agreed - then when you were planning the schedules, again when you helped him choose a Tux to have tailored, a few extra times throughout the coming months and finally four times today when he was stressing about the unknown. “I could do with a drink.” He replied when you said about partying. “Me too.” You nodded in agreement.

Shouts and screams mixed with the sound of numerous camera triggers all going off like a cacophony of riotous noise. The atmosphere was second to none but Daniel gripped your hand fairly tightly. After being lead toward the wolves - the paparazzi - you gave his a reassuring squeeze. “You ready?” You asked and he pulled the same face he had back in the hotel room. A slight anxiety riddled grimace.

“I love you.” You whispered and gently pulled him out behind you as you walked on to the first mark. Your name was continually shouted by the hungry photographers brandishing their expensive lenses in your direction. You positioned yourself on an angle tucked into Daniel’s side. “Just keep smiling, baby.” You whispered to him even though you knew he was good at that. You felt him begin to relax under your touch when a few photographers yelled out his name. There was a part of you that knew he would be feeling like a fish out of water but now he knew how you felt when you first went to his races. You weren’t an F1 fan before you met him so the whole atmosphere of a race weekend made you a nervous wreck.

You were moved on several times so different groups of press could get their shots. Daniel letting go of you so they would get the much desired solo pics so people could dissect your chosen fit on the internet like mini keyboard Joan Rivers’. Daniel continually watched you working your angles like a pro. It was your job after-all and the way he was looking at you made you feel like the only woman in the world. You held out your hand for him to rejoin you as you began to climb the steps up into The Met itself. “Is that bit finished?” He whispered into your neck as he let you stand in front of him as you toddled in. “Yes. It’s dinner now.” It had gone so quickly. It always did. The process only took between 10 to 15 minutes and while you were doing it it always felt like an eternity but afterward, like it went in the blink of an eye.

After greeting several other guests, celebrities and many from the world of fashion you slowly walked toward the area they were taking videos for Vogue themselves. You were hesitant to do it without Daniel - not wanting him to feel left out - but they pulled you in before you had a chance to protest. You complied. Gave them what they wanted, played around with it, pretended it was a shoot and thanked them when it was over. Daniel stood watching you the entire time. He had never seen you work. He had seen the product of it in campaigns and shoots but never actually been there as you did your thing. His smile had never been broader and he looked so proud. It made your butterflies flutter harder in your tummy. Your fingertips itched at how desperate they were to touch him right then and you practically sprinted away from the area once the team were happy with what they got. “Right….time for a drink!” You grabbed your boyfriend and gently caressed his cheek. “Oh…and I can finally do this!” You exclaimed before planting one on him.

Many glasses of champagne later the dinner was finished, speeches were done and the performances well underway. Vogue and Miss Anna really knew how to throw a party. This was the third Gala you had attended and each was better than the last. But this was the first time you were here with someone and there was no doubt Daniel and you were having an amazing time. As he danced with you to Lizzo’s performance you realised how this was a vastly different experience having your spouse here - and you were so eternally grateful to be able to do so because as you looked around barely anyone was accompanied - and for some reason it meant it was a lot more fun than it usually did. Daniel was the fun you needed in your life. He relaxed you. He simply made you happy and as he wrapped his arms around your waist you had to tell him.

“I’m so happy to be here with you.” You smiled and a part of you felt like melting from the look he was shooting you. “It’s much more fun than I thought it was going to be.” He had been thinking the same as you and it made your heart swell. “It’s hard not to stare at your boobs in that dress though.” There was the familiar Daniel you knew. The feeling was likewise. You had never seen him in Tux before and he was giving some strong Australian James Bond vibes that hit you everywhere, especially between your thighs. His eyes dipped down to your chest - on complete display through the mesh fabric - and bit his lip. “Still have that semi?” You whispered in his ear and he let out a low amused scoff. “Why do you think I keep positioning you in front of me?” And with his confirmation the naughty idea sprung into your mind.

The Met Gala red carpet was one thing but anyone who knew anything about the event knew that the women’s bathroom was really where the party happened. Every year all of the behind the scenes images of all of the most famous women in the world sitting on the tiled floor in their thousand dollar couture gowns were lapped up by fans and the public alike. Most went into the bathroom to smoke, catch up with other party goers or take selfies. But you, well, you had other ideas. Your hand slid into Daniel’s and you pulled him behind you as you took off in the direction of the ladies room. Daniel not even asking where you were leading him too, the throbbing erection growing in his designer suit was all he could think about. You weaved in and out of bodies. Friends and acquaintances waving and grabbing your arm to say hello. But you were on a mission due to do something about your horny boyfriends little problem.

“Wait…” Daniel grabbed your arm right as the bathroom came into sight “…I know exactly what you’re thinking but is this the right place? Won’t you get into all kinds of trouble?” “Do you want me to tell you about Bradley Cooper and Irina Shayk a few years ago? Or FKA Twigs and Rob….” He clearly pushed aside the thoughts of getting caught by smothering your words with his mouth as you reeled off some other famous gala goers who had fucked in infamous women’s bathroom.

It was busy enough that no one really noticed you heading into a stall and pulling your handsome boyfriend in behind you. The buzz and chatter all around the room meant no one would be paying much attention to whatever was going on inside the cramped bathroom cubicle. Daniel closed the door behind himself and locked it for good measure. You had never had sex in quite such a public place before but the excitement mixed with lust rushed around your body. As soon as his eyes met yours Daniel seemed to transform. Right in front of your eyes his hunger and desire made his chocolate coloured eyes glow. He was like a man possessed. His hands grabbed you, sliding all over the top of the vintage mesh and lace fabric that barely covered your body. And when his lips found yours you really hoped Marcus had don’t a good enough job of making sure your lipstick wouldn’t budge. His tongue roughly pushed into your mouth as he pushed you back into the cool metal cubicle wall behind you with haste. A small, delighted moan slipped through your throat and you felt Daniel’s grip tighten against your waist. You loved it when he turned feral like this and you knew it was possibly as a product of how much he liked it when you moaned. He loved it in fact. And you sensed tonight he liked it most because of the risky nature of the super hot public sex that was going to happen any minute. His hands started pulling up the fabric of your gown. The delicate nature of it wasn’t lost on you so gave him a hand to gather it up around your waist.

“Fuck…” fell from his lips while his fingertips pressed into the flesh of your thigh. He usually always took his time with you. Loving every single second of fucking you but right now the high and thrill was all either of you cared about. You watched as he slid your tiny black panties down your thighs, down your calves and waited for you to step out of them. Your heart rate increased while he shoved them into his suit pocket - at least he was keeping them safe or you’d be arrested for public indecency. But before you could repay the favour and help set him free from the confines of the suit, he was already doing it himself. “Can’t wait huh?” Cheekily you smirked. “I don’t know what you do to me…” he referenced his glorious cock standing to attention. He was arrogant about it and he had every reason to be. It wasn't just that he was above average and THICK, it was because he knew how to use it and always made sure you got yours too.

After grabbing his lapel to haul him back against your body you lowered your hand and glided over him. He wasn’t kidding he was rock fucking solid. He shivered at your touch as pre-cum leaked from his purpling tip. But as your palm closed around him and you moved up and down on his shaft - his wide girthy shaft - he groaned and you knew it wasn’t enough. You knew how desperate he was because you were too and so your stomach flipped with excitement when he pulled your leg up around his waist. Daniel pushed into you with haste after coating himself with the the slick mess between your folds. The mess his behaviour had caused. He filled you up. The stretch was enough to make your breath catch in your throat and he stalled as he reached the hilt.

“Fuck…” he swore again but this time into your open mouth as his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You knew what he wanted to say but couldn’t find the words. It was what he always said. You’re so tight. The risky public sex was like an aphrodisiac and it was by far the hottest thing you had ever done in your life. Daniel pulled out before bucking back up into you and pulling yet another - this time louder - gasp as he grazed your g-spot. His hand found it’s familiar place around your neck and he applied the lightest of pressure to get you to at least attempt to be quiet. His pace increased and you realised that there was no way you guys wouldn’t be doing this again. Public, kinda risky sex was was beyond hot. And more so, this standing position that gave Daniel such access to the tender fleshy spot inside of you solidified this was going to be a new favourite position of yours.

“Look at me.” He growled into your ear before his teeth nipped at your neck. Your eyes flew open at his command and without dropping a beat Daniel began to settle into a totally unrelenting rhythm as you stared straight into his soul. No man could ever come close to him for many reasons but most of all because he was so attuned to how your body responded to him. A high began to build while his hand tightened around your throat. You loved it when he let his wild side out, when he let nature and instinct take over. As it played on your mind while he fucked you you let out a loud gasp that was at a volume people could have perhaps caught. Daniel, without skipping a single beat slid two of his fingers into your mouth and you bit down on them. The faint salty taste of them danced across your tastebuds and only helped to edge you further forward to what he wanted to pull from you. The thought of orgasming right here and now clearly passed through Daniel’s head at the same time as his movements got jerky. It was coming. Both of your delicious, electric highs were dangerously close.

without warning, yours came first. Your orgasm hit you full force. It crashed upon you like a ferocious wave battering a cliff face during a storm. A fierce, powerful orgasm encapsulated your body. The physical shake trembled so much it was like an earthquake. Your leg almost threatened to give way as it pulsated and ripped across every single last nerve ending possible leaving a path of utter destruction in its wake. Daniel kept going in-spite of it but there was no way he didn’t feel you contracting around his throbbing, thrumming cock. Mere seconds later you got your answer. His head fell forward. His body pressing even more into yours than you thought possible. His forehead connected to your mesh covered shoulder. Loud, unmistakable pants came thick and fast as he released inside of you. He stilled as his cock twitched with his own peak. You felt the product of his high spill out and fill you up. A few unsteady, long strokes ensured he gave you all of what his own climax had to offer as his hand slipped from its position - fingers still resting inside of your mouth on your tongue - and flattened against the cool, cold metal beside your head.

In a few short seconds, as you stood still connected to each other, it was as if the rest of the world melted away. You were no longer in the women’s bathroom of The Metropolitan Museum of Art, no longer at The Met Gala and no longer surrounded by people. You were simply two - post climaxing - lovers experiencing the tantalising high of finding their person. Daniel finally raised his head and looked into your eyes. A whisper of a smirk played upon them and you knew you were mirroring him in those moments almost like you thought as one singular being. Finally, spent, Daniel withdrew. He pulled himself out of you leaving you feeling empty at the loss of the stretch from his member. Your breathing was still erratic but steadying now as your leg (the one that had been wrapped around his waist) fell back down. Your heel meeting the tiled bathroom with a ghost like clatter.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” You confess. The exploration of your sex life with Daniel had taken you some scorching, passionate places but this has gone straight to the top of the list. You knew the glow, the smug appearance that would be capturing your face right now. Cock drunk. That’s what you were and as soon as you stepped out of the cubicle everyone would know it. Not that you cared. Not after the orgasm you were still coming back down to earth from. “Me too.” Daniel admitted as he put himself away back in his pants. You pouted at the loss of the good view but a loud laugh from the bathroom beyond your steely confines snapped you out of your pout. After fixing himself he reached into his suit pocket. Slowly peeling out your small, black panties that needed to go back on underneath your dress. You had to tidy yourself up so you reached for some tissue but Daniel’s hand clamped around your wrist. “Don’t.” The look he shot you was a clear signal this wasn’t over yet. He had more in mind. “I want you to feel me when you go back in there.” A medley of shock and amusement had to have washed across your face as he glared unwaveringly at you. He was dead serious and all the other times he behaved in this manner lead the most intense, fervid sex you had ever experienced.

Daniel lowered to his knees before you. He lifted your left foot and placed it into the leg hole of the scrap of fabric first before the other foot succeeded it. His milky release was already beginning to slowly dribble out of you, you could feel it, but he pulled the underwear up your calves, past your knees and up your thighs before securing it in place. “Be a good girl I’ll give you more later.” He winked at you. He literally winked at you as he went for the lock on the bathroom stall.

Your exit of which was swift, with eyebrow raising ease. No one seemed to care or be phased if they had heard what the pair of you had just been doing. They were all too enamoured by their own lives to be thinking of yours and Daniel’s and you suddenly turned to him as he held the door to the restroom open for you. “We should have been louder…we might not even get added to the list now.” “What list?” His eyebrow raised “there’s an actual list for people who have fucked in the bathroom during The Met Gala? It’s not just rumours?” You nodded when he sounded so naïve. “Oh baby, of course there’s a list…” And it was your turn to be winking at him now. And with a shocked but child like inquisitiveness he asked; “Is Lewis on it?”

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[chamomiletealeaf]

This fic is inspired by this art from @furaitsu on Twitter. You all should follow them. They draw amazing art of the COD boys.

Pairing: plus!sized!reader (but tbh could really be any reader :)) x Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Warnings: m!dom to m!sub dynamics kinda, f!dom, p in v sex, choking, clothing fetish???

You buy a cute little outfit to show off in for Johnny, but to be honest… you kinda wanna see what he would look like in it muahaha.

“Well, whaddya think?” You ask your boyfriend Johnny. You’re standing in front of him and do a twirl, showing off the cute outfit you had on just for him.

You’re wearing black thigh highs that squeeze your thighs so perfectly, a red and black plaid skirt with a chain on the front, and a little cropped mesh top, that doesn’t really leave much to the imagination.

Johnny sits on the couch in front of you, legs spread out as he leans back and stares at you in awe, raking his eyes up and down your body with his thick arms crossed over his chest.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Johnny says through his teeth, nearly growling at you like a wolf would to its prey before it attacks.

You giggle at his reaction. This is exactly how you wanted him to react.

“C’mere bonnie.” Johnny says, leaning his elbows on his knees and gesturing for you to come his way.

You walk up to him and stand between his thighs. He places his chin on your soft tummy and looks up at you while he runs his hands up your thighs and eventually under your skirt, grabbing your ass, which earns him a little shriek out of you.

“Fuck baby. Holy shit you look fuckin’ stunning.” Johnny says nuzzling his face into the side of your waist as he lets his hands wander.

“Need to fuck you in this, but I’m afraid it won’t last very long. Would have it in shreds by the time we’re done. Would hate to see this cute lil outfit go to waste.” He says with a laugh, nipping his teeth at the waistband of your skirt.

And as you look down at him looking up at you, already drunk off of you. An idea of how your pretty little outfit won’t go to waste pops into your head and you smile mischievously down at him.

Johnny was a big, thick man. Even though you weren’t the smallest yourself, he still dwarfed you with the sheer mass of himself. But the material of your outfit was super stretchy. It’s what made you buy it in the first place. It was size inclusive.

“Well pretty boy.” You say as you lift his chin from your midsection forcing him to make eyecontact with you.

“Why don’t you wear it then. That way it won’t go to waste.” You say, your sly smile widening. Now you were the one who looked like a wolf about to pounce on its prey.

Johnny’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. But he looked amused.

“You want me to wear it?” He laughs, eyes still wide as saucers. “I don’t think it’ll fit me as well as it does you love. Might rip something.”

“Nah I don’t think so.” You say. “It’s pretty stretchy.”

Johnny glances to the side as if he’s considering it. Then he smiles.

“Besides, bet you’d look hot as fuck in it with those thighs of yours.” You tease, earning a chuckle out of Johnny.

“Ok, yeah, fuck it. I would look good as hell wouldn’t I.” He boasts, and you both get to undressing while you giggle like teens hooking up for the first time.

When you both get undressed, and Johnny has finally slipped into what was your outfit, you took a second to admire that gorgeous body of his. The outfit really did suit him.

“Ah fuck, ‘s a bit tight yeah?” Johnny says pulling the thigh highs up that keep rolling down.

He looked so. damn. delicious.

You zone out, ignoring his comments laughing at how you can see the bottom of his ass if he bent down just barely, and if he could trick his teammates into thinking this was actually a kilt. You were too busy drinking in the sight of him and his muscular, thick thighs that spilled over the top of the stockings and his arms and chest stretching the fabric that adorned his body ever so slightly.

“Yeah I know, I look silly.” He chuckles, responding to your silent ogling.

“On the couch.” You demand, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” He says amused. “Guess I don’t look silly then.” He smirks.

“Shut up and sit down on the couch.”

He obeys, sitting down, and you walk up to him, not caring that you’re fully naked and he wasn’t. You kinda liked it that way anyway.

You straddle his waist and run your hands up his chest, your body hovering over where his dick would be, since it was covered by the skirt. I mean, it was kind of easy to spot anyhow, with the way it was starting to make a tent in the skirt.

You sloppily kiss and lick up his neck, nice and messy, just the way he likes it. His hands grip your hips and he grinds up into you through the fabric of the skirt.

“Fuck. Keep doin’ that and you’ll be the death of me lass.” He moans out breathily.

You wrap a hand around his throat as you continue marking his neck but very lightly squeeze as a sign to tell him to stop talking, and he throws his head back and moans at the way you’re handling him.

He bucks his hips up into you in pleasure of you slightly choking him.

“Mmph- fuck, harder- squeeze harder.” He whines. And you do, earning a pornographic moan out of him as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You grind your bare pussy down over the skirt onto the print of his dick and he’s so hard he whimpers at the sensation.

Your hand still around his neck, you whisper in his ear.

“My pretty boy wanna get fucked hm?”

Johnny turns his head to you, placing his forehead on yours.

“Go on bonnie, fuck me.”

And with that you flip up the skirt, revealing his hard and leaking cock. The sight makes your pussy pulse with anticipation of feeling it in you.

You line yourself up and sink down easily onto him, making both of you moan.

Johnny grips your hips tighter, trying to thrust up into you.

“Mm-mm, not yet. Gonna take my time.” You say.

You slide down to the hilt and lean your hands back on his knees and begin to move your hips back and forth in a circling motion slowly.

You look down and see the tops of his thighs peaking out from the skirt and thigh highs and it almost numbs your brain from how fucking hot he looks like this.

“Please- faster- fuck go faster- ride me.” He begs.

You stop your motions and look at him.

“What did I just say? I’m gonna take my time with you.”

He whimpers again and throws his head back as you start your pace again, moaning his name. You continue that until Johnny can’t take it anymore and is a panting, whining, and squirming mess under you.

“Aww ok baby, I’ll fuck you good now.”

You sit up and place both hands at the top of his thighs while you lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back hungrily, as if trying to reassert his dominance, but you pull away just in time, placing your hands over the mesh top on his chest and pushing him back into the couch holding him in place.

You start to bounce up and down on his cock, picking up your pace, and his hands go to squeeze your thighs. His thick length hitting every perfect spot, stretching you out so good and you let out a loud moan.

“God fuck bonnie just like that. Fuck me like that.”

You lean into him, placing your mouth by his ear.

“Yeah you like that hm? You like when I ride you like this?”

“Y- yeah- just like that- you know how to fuck me.”

You continue bouncing on him, admiring the way his chest heaves, stretching the fishnet-like fabric of the croptop he’s wearing, and the way the skirt is up around his hips the way it is when he’s the one fucking you, and how the material of the thigh highs and his thighs are coated in both of your arousal. He looked angelic like this, and you smiled at how perfect he was in this moment.

With his grip moving from its tight hold on your thighs to your hips, he started thrusting up into you, trying to meet you half way desperate for your pussy.

“F- fuck bonnie gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He pants, and you feel your own orgasm approaching quickly as well.

You nuzzle your face into his neck again as you continue to ride his cock like a dildo, using him like a toy.

“Fuck Johnny.” You moan.

“Choke me. Fuck choke me again. Need to cum with your hand around my throat.” He begs desperately, trying to get his demand in before it’s too late.

You bring your hand up and squeeze his thick neck while you place the other on his cheek, turning his head so your foreheads touch again.

“Go on. Cum for me. Show me how good I fuck you.”

And with you cutting off his airway, your tight cunt squeezing and pulsing around his cock, and your words, he spills his cum inside of you.

Johnny cums with a choked, slutty moan, eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You both cum at the same time, his orgasm sending you over the edge as well and you both slow your hips as you sob out your own moans cumming around Johnny’s cock.

You both sit panting, foreheads still touching with the bliss of the moment still in its passing.

“Y’know what?” Johnny says breathless with a smile.

“Hm?” You respond curiously and breathless yourself.

“Maybe we can share the outfit.” He says half jokingly.

And you both chuckle, ending the moment with a kiss full of giggles.

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[ghouljams]

This is just a very short bridge for Ghost's story in the demon au, just to ease the transition between the sex and the angst, provide a little explanation for Ghost's pulling away.

In which you say some dumbass shit and ruin the mood.

You stretch your arms over your head, popping your back to get some of the soreness out. You give a pleased hum, relaxing back into a comfortable position sitting on Ghost’s bed. He’s busy stalling on getting ready for the day. You’ve never seen him do that, usually the man is the first out the door for PT. 

“You were really brutal last night,” you grin, leaning forward and pulling your knees up to rest against them, “You’re lucky I’m not human, you might be having a different morning.” Ghost turns to you with a frown, his brows drawing together, the fabric of his balaclava moving over his mouth. You laugh, enjoying the way his eyes drag over you. You wonder if he’s listening.

“Meaning?” He asks. You tip your head to the side, they’re well healed by now, but you can still flash the blue-purple bruises from his hands around your neck. He freezes.

“Could’ve killed me,” You hum, Ghost’s eyes do something strange, filter through some strange roll of guilt, you push past it, try to assure him, “It’s fine, you don’t have to feel bad! I know you think about hurting me sometimes, so I just gave you a little push. Let you let the monster out.” You pick at the sheets, the silence starting to make you fidget. “Actually I was sort of worried you’d be super submissive in bed, I know a lot of big guys are hiding that behind the whole tough guy thing, but I was pleasantly surprised.”

Ghost doesn’t flinch. Actually he doesn’t move, period, but something hurts in him. Something dark bites at his lungs.

“I have to go,” He rasps, grabbing his gym bag and moving towards the door.

“Oh yeah, I guess we’re running a little late,” You hop off the bed, snapping the shadows of your clothes around your body, “What’re we-”

“Not we,” Ghost cuts you off, his teeth snapping at you before he can calm himself, “Just me, you stay here.”

“Oh,” you sit back down, frown at his back, “ok. I’ll stay here.”

He doesn’t say anything else, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s gripping the door handle. His emotions feel murky, dark and dangerous. You don’t know what he’s so upset about. You were trying to pay him a compliment. You’d think a man who’d compartmentalized himself away from his humanity would appreciate that.

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