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DRABBLE: YOU'RE NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES (18+) (ONE PIECE) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: I was watching One Piece & came up with this. Please enjoy! -Jazz

Warnings: Reader is mentioned as having thick thighs and ass w/ brown labia

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LUFFY

This man is downright confused.

He doesn't even realize that you did this on purpose to get him riled up. Luffy was never the one to successfully be seduced though. You could stand naked in front of him and tell him to fuck you, and he’d still wouldn’t get it. When the man gets horny, it’s at the most random of times, like when you’re sunbathing with Name or reading a book.

You figured you’d at least give it a shot though. It starts when you two are lounging in your bed in the girls’ cabins across the ship, chomping on some watermelon and honeydew as an afternoon snack. With your feet in his lap, you go to pluck the last piece of watermelon out of the bowl between you, but his whine of protest stops you. “What, Luffy?” you sigh.

Luffy stares at you with big, pitiful eyes, begging you not to eat it. You do your best to keep your eyes on his instead of his toned upper torso and X-shaped scar that peaks beneath the flaps of his red vest. “Pleeeease, Y/N?” he whines. “It’s so good! I didn’t even eat that much!”

You scoff, wondering if he’s serious. “Luffy, boy, you almost ate the entire bowl!” you argue. “I had to slap you on the head to stop you from eating everything!” You go to pop the watermelon into your mouth, but Luffy’s arm extending and slithering across the bed toward you stops you.

“No, Luffy!” you protest, but you’re cut off with laughter as he begins tickling your side. The captain laughs at your torture, tickling you senselessly until you drop the watermelon on the ground.

By now, he isn’t paying attention to it though. He jumps on top of you, his fingers moving furiously across your sides and stomach much to your dismay. “L-Luffy, stop!” you gasp. “I-I can’t…b-breathe!”

“Huh?” he teasingly asks. “Sorry, Y/N, but I can’t hear you over the sound of your laughter!” His hands then move down to tickle your legs, but he doesn’t count on accidentally flipping your sundress up to reveal your bare pussy to him.

His fingers pause as he stares in confusion down below your stomach. You begin to grow hot with embarrassment, realizing what has happened, but also hopeful that this lighthearted moment shifts. For a minute, Luffy is completely silent and you can see the gears turning in that head. “Uh…Y/N?” he innocently questions. “Why aren't you wearing any underwear?”

The room suddenly grows hot and heavy as you lay there on your back with your boyfriend staring down at your pussy. “Um,” you hum, “w-well–“

“Did you lose ‘em in the laundry room?” he interjects. “Did they end up in the sea? Why didn't you tell me? I would’ve gotten 'em for you!”

“No, Luffy–“

“Or did you take ‘em off ‘cause it’s so hot today? Doesn’t that feel kinda weird? Or does it make you feel cool? Maybe I should try that too ‘cause sometimes I get–“

“Luffy!” you exclaim, stopping him short. “I didn’t take them off ‘cause of any of that.” He stares blankly at you, waiting for you to continue to explain the method to your madness. You clear your throat, feeling more embarrassed because of his cluelessness. “I did it to seduce you,” you softly reply.

Again, he just blinks at you. “You know,” you sigh, knowing damn well he doesn’t. “You have easy access to me now for…you know…play with me.”

Then, finally, a lightbulb flickers in Luffy’s eyes. “Oh!” he giggles, realizing what you mean. “You mean for sex? I can fuck you without worrying about your panties now?” He practically yells this shit, by the way, which means anyone on the ship definitely heard.

You facepalm yourself, groaning. “This was a bad idea,” you lament. Luffy is suddenly moving to hike your thighs over his shoulders, his entire demeanor changed. You squeak in surprise as he looks up at you from between your legs, a mischievous yet sexy look in his eyes. “You want me to fuck you, Y/N?” he hums. “All you had to do was tell your captain so.”

When he finally eats your pussy and fucks you into the mattress for nearly an hour until you have four orgasms, leaving your body twitching and your pussy filled to the brim with his cum, you realize that maybe you should go without undies more often.

ZORO

To say he isn’t pleased isn’t enough to describe what Zoro is feeling.

He knew something was off when he saw your asscheeks jumping a little too much when you walked around the ship today. He noticed immediately when you went into the kitchen to help Sanji with breakfast to which he eyed the blonde down for staring at you in your pretty little sundress.

But then you bent over the counter a little too far, luckily without Sanji watching, to reach for a glass for your iced coffee. There, he saw it: a sliver of those bare cheeks that he dreams about smacking and lays on as pillows just because they’re so plump and pillowy soft. As the hem of your dress rose over your thighs, his eyes widened at your ass and the crevice of your thighs where your bare pussy lied in wait for him.

When you finally got your glass, you peeked over your shoulder at him, your eyes meeting his. And then you laughed. You laughed. It was small, light, and sexy, but just as wicked. Zoro gripped his fork so tight that he nearly snapped it. ‘Oh, this little brat,’ he thought. You were gonna get it later.

So when he finds you reading a book and lounging in the sun moments later while the crew is doing their own thing, he wastes no time discussing these important matters with you. He stands in front of your view of the sun, becoming a big, hunky eclipse. You stare up at him from behind your sunglasses. “Yes?” you ask innocently as if you’re not wearing panties under your dress right now.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice barely above a growl. You stare up at him, confused. “Uh...reading and sunbathing?” you suggest as an answer. You offer your book to him, showing him.

You don’t expect him to pluck the book from your hand and toss it to the side. “Not that,” he impatiently replies. “I mean the fact that you’re goin’ commando today.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Zo,” you lightly laugh. But he sees the playfulness in your smile. You’re trying to tease him to get what you want.

Lucky for you, he’s on your type of time today and is more than happy to give it to you.

That’s when you find yourself in his room, bent over his bed and his thick cock stuffed deep in your wet pussy that he is quickly turning into a gushy mess with how fast and hard he is fucking you. With every slap of his balls against your clit, his hands grip your hips and your voice rings out in moans against his bedroom walls. “Z-Zoro!” you whine, your face in his pillow. “Slow down or I’m gonna cum too quick!”

He feels you squirming about, but holds you firmly by your hips, even giving you a sharp spank on your jiggly ass. “Nah, baby,” he hoarsely says. “Stop runnin’ from me. You begged for this shit, and now you’re gonna take it, you little brat.”

He leans over to press a chaste kiss to your ear, making you pitifully whine into his pillow as your ass bounces off of his cock. “I’m curious though,” he whispers. What made you suddenly decide to flash your pussy for all of our crew members today, huh?” His hand moves to roughly grip your ass, toying with the soft flesh. “I know you know I noticed,” he growls. “What, you want Sanji and Brooke to get an eyeful of what’s mine, huh?”

With no answer, he spanks you again, drawing a whine out of you. “Huh?” he bellows, his voice bouncing off of his bedroom walls.

“No!” you sob, gripping the sheets beneath you. “No, Zorro, I promise I’m yours! I-I just wanted to tease you! I’m sorry!” The rest of your words turn into whines and sobs of pleasure as he continues to fuck you sore, plunging his cock deep into your pussy until you’re screaming for release.

Guess you got what you wanted, right?

SANJI

Sanji is BIG HORNY. Don't even try to play with him like that.

It is just a simple morning that turns into something else entirely when you wake at the crack of dawn to find your bed empty. The spot where your boyfriend once was laying is still warm, meaning he hasn’t been away all that long.

You get up and put on an halter aquamarine-blue dress that is shows off the curve of your back and stops at the tops of your thighs, giving just a little peek of the bottom of your ass. It’s one of Sanji’s favorites. Anytime you wear it, he either has a major nosebleed or gives you a blush-worthy compliment and then has a major nosebleed. It also gives him the perfect access to your panties…only this time, you leave them in your drawer.

With a smirk playing on your lips, you walk out of the girls’ cabin to the ship’s kitchen where you find your man and the crew’s chef cooking up some breakfast. He hums a tune as a cigarette dangles from his lips as his hands multitask between cracking an egg with one hand and flipping over some bacon in a pan with the other. Sanji has always been great with his hands. You should know––he’s used them on you many, many times.

You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his toned body. “Good morning,” you softly say, ruining his concentration in the best possible way. He looks over his shoulder, smiling down at you. “Good morning, my love,” he coos, taking his cig out to press a kiss to your forehead. “Did I wake you, baby?”

You lean against the counter, admiring his biceps, veiny hands, and his toned body beneath his apron and wrinkled shirt that he hastily tossed on earlier. You want him. Now. “You know I can’t sleep without you near me,” you reply, your voice airy and soft.

Sanji doesn’t quite catch on to your tone, but presses a hand to his heart, touched at your sweetness. "Aren't you just the sweetest thing ever?” he tuts. “Well, I’ll make sure to make up for leaving your bed with an amazing breakfast from yours truly! Here, pass me the blueberries so I can make this pancake batter.”

You turn around, looking at the carton of blueberries. “These here?” you ask.

“Yeah, right–“ Sanji’s sentence takes an abrupt pause when you suddenly lean over the counter next to him to get the blueberries. As you do, your dress rides up, giving him an eyeful of your luscious, bare ass. You smirk at his silence, realizing that your plan to seduce him worked…as usual. It doesn’t take much to make Sanji incredibly horny. You could simply smile at him and he’s ready to eat your pussy for days.

You turn around to face him, your dress dropping back down against your hips. “Here you go, honey,” you coo, passing him the carton. He takes it from you, eyes wide and mouth parted, his cigarette falling to the floor at his feet. You giggle, teasingly toying with the hem of your dress. “What’s the matter, honey?” you tease. “You like this?”

Sanji’s eyes follow your hands and the hem of your dress that continues to lift up, showing him a little of your skin each time. “Uh-huh,” he dumbly answers.

“You know, we’ve got some time until the others wake up,” you purr. “And you’ve got easier access now.” You lift your dress up the rest of the way, revealing your naked pussy to him. “Wanna take advantage?” you ask, a sexy glint in your eye.

You swear that Sanji has never had a more violent nosebleed. That shit gushes everywhere, but luckily not on the food or on you. It drips all over his clothes, his pretty apron, and the floor below, making you squeak in shock as you jump onto a chair to avoid getting wet. When poor Luffy and Usopp enter the kitchen seconds later, they slip and slide all over the blood, knocking into each other and falling out on the floor.

It’s hilariously embarrassing on Sanji’s part, especially when you help him mop up the floor. But you think it’s flattering that your boyfriend finds you so attractive.

He shows you just how much hours later when the crew is eating breakfast in the other room while he has you bent over the counter and his cock stroking the walls of your pussy, nice and slow. “You’re so sexy, baby,” he groans, your soft moans filling the kitchen. “I don’t deserve you. You know that, right?”

The only answer you can give him is clenching around his thick, curved cock and creaming all over it minutes later.

USOPP

Usopp is truly a special case. You think you just about killed him when he realizes you’re completely naked under your skirt.

You’re just fooling around in his tinkering room under the ship’s floors, dancing to his playlist that he has set specifically for his tinkering and inventing process. You twirl around in your flowery mini skirt and white crop top while your man crouches over a table, focusing on working a gear into some new contraption he’s working on.

You hear him sigh from his post, exhaustedly so. “Y/N?” he asks. You twirl towards him, your eyes trailing along his back muscles flexing under his white white beater and brown skin tanned even more from the sun. “Hm?" you hum, still swaying to the music.

“If you’re not gonna help me, what are you doing down here?” he asks, but not unkindly. Kind of in that way where you’re fed up with your lover’s antics, but you secretly love them. “Just to dance to my music?”

“It’s not my fault you’ve got excellent music taste,” you giggle, moving towards him. You wrap his arms around him from the back, pressing a kiss to his broad shoulder. “C’mon, dance with me.” He groans in protest, his hands covering yours. “You know I don’t dance, sweetheart, especially when I’m in my zone.”

You cluck your tongue indifferently. “You’ve been in your zone for hours now!” you argue. “Just to one song.” You begin to sway, forcing him to sway with you. You lay your hands flat against the hard planes of his chest, feeling his heart beating against your fingertips.

“Pwease?” you plea, making your voice soft and high-pitched. Usopp once again groans, but sways with you anyway, moving away from the table to turn his entire attention on you. You release him, allowing him to turn around and face you, a smile playing on his pink lips that you just love to kiss.

You take his hands into yours and begin moving your feet anywhere the beat takes you, leading him towards you and back again. He begins to laugh along with you, moving his feet in his boots and his legs in those baggy, yellow overalls that you’re itching to get off. There’s just something about him being down here, so completely in his element with his skin glinting in sweat and motor oil streaks on his face.

He surprises you by suddenly taking your hand and twirling you around, making your skirt billow around you. You giggle as you spin and come to a halt with your back to his front. You lean your head back into his chest, humming appreciatively at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands gliding down your sides to your hips and accidentally slipping under your skirt. “Oh, sorry!” he gasps. "Your skirt was still up and…” His sentence takes a pause, making you smile.

“Everything okay, Usie?” you ask, using the pet name you gave him on him. You turn around to face him, finding him gaping down at your skirt. “Uh,” he breathes. “W-Wha…why…why aren’t you…underwear?”

You nearly laugh at his stutters and gobsmacked expression. “You like it?” you giggle, toying with your skirt. “I figured it’d get you away from your tinkering for a minute.”

You lift your skirt up, revealing your bare pussy and tan lines from the sun to him. His brown eyes nearly bug out of his skull at the erotic sight. The man is totally frozen, barely moving a muscle…except for the one down under which has begun to make its appearance, protruding from beneath his pants.

“So you wanna take a break with me, Usie?” you purr, smirking up at him. You press a hand to his chest to feel him up, but as you do, Usopp teeters backwards and falls flat onto his back. “Usopp?!” you shriek, alarmed. You crouch down beside him immediately, checking for any damage. “Are you alright?”

Usopp stares up at you, his eyes wide like he just saw the entire Grand Blue beneath your skirt. “Y-Yes,” he croaks out. “To the break, not if I’m alright.” You sigh in relief, shaking your head at your idiot boyfriend.

But he makes up for it by fucking you silly against his tinkering table minutes later and making you cum all over his thick cock.

SHANKS

“You wanna get fucked?”

That’s the question Shanks asks you when his hand slides a little too far down your backside and finds that your skin is completely smooth. Too smooth. Usually, he’d feel the rough edges of your lace panties or a thong if you’re feeling frisky. But tonight, there is nothing.

He should’ve known something was up. When he was walking behind you tonight to go to the bar with the crew. Your ass was jumping way too much! Not that he minded because his crew and every other male in here knew better than to look at you in such a way, but he couldn’t pop a hard-on in front of his crew mates. It was quite embarrassing.

And now you have the gall to act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. “What, boy?” you snort, shoving at his chest. “C’mon, we’re not even back at the ship or at a hotel.”

You go to scoot over, but the booth you're sitting in only allows you to go so far. Shanks is sitting with you thigh to thigh, hip to hip, with one arm slung around the back of the booth. Something about being protective of you. Though you like it, him being so close is starting to make you hot combined with the alcohol traveling through your body.

Like clockwork, Shanks follows you, scooting even closer to you and not allowing you any kind of personal space. You can see that he is tipsy, his cheeks and ears flushed pink and a hooded look in his eyes. “Shit, baby,” he chuckles, “all you had to do was say that. We can leave right now and go to a bed ’n breakfast right down the way.” His hand moves from your back to your knee, squeezing it. “You didn’t have to go commando tonight, though I appreciate the gesture.”

His hand begins to scoot up to your thigh, squeezing the thick, juicy flesh there. You can feel your body temperature rising as his hand gets dangerously close to your pussy as he sneaks it underneath your skirt. “So what made you wanna lose the panties tonight, baby doll?” he whispers, his lips at your ear. He smells of whiskey and mint gum––a combo you have come to love.

The sound of a bottle shattering and a roar of laughter makes you realize that you’re still in public. “S-Shanks,” you stutter, gulping. You go to move his hand, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.

“Uh-uh, baby,” he tuts. “Can’t decide you don’t want it now. You’re the one who came off the ship without your undies.” Your breath hitches as he releases your hand and goes back to scoot his up your skirt until his fingers begin sneaking between your thick thighs. “Tell me, baby doll: what was your plan tonight? To make me so hard that I bend you over this table and fuck you in front of all of the nice folks at this bar?”

His naughty question and raspy voice in your ear makes you pathetically whimper. You then feel his fingers begin to play with your pussy lips, making you bite your lip. His other hand moves to the back of your neck to tug lightly on your hair, drawing a moan out of you. “I need an answer,” he growls. “Or I’ll make you cum right here. Don’t try me.”

Through quivering lips and hitched breaths, you answer him. “N-No,” you whimper. “I just felt sexy tonight and I wanted to tease you.” You have to clench your teeth to avoid moaning as he begins to play with your clit, coaxing your legs open a bit to watch his fingers toy with the brown hood.

“Well, little lady,” he chuckles, “consider me teased.” He leans in and presses a rough, whiskey-soaked kiss to your quivering lips before pulling away. “So now let me give you what you’re after.��

That’s how you find yourself up against the wall of a bathroom stall in the bar with Shanks’ hips furiously thrusting as he pounds his cock deep into your needy, wet pussy, giving you no choice but to clench around him. Your legs are wrapped around him, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other is running through his red hair, your moans ringing out above the bar’s ruckus.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he huffs into your ear. “You wanted to be my little slut tonight?” He fucks you harder, faster, getting you both closer and closer to your explosive orgasm of the night. “Cum for me,” he demands. “Be a good girl and cum around your captain’s cock, baby doll.”

And you do. You don’t have a choice but to do so. And when he finally cums deep inside of you, he makes sure you give you enough so it’s dripping down your thighs when you walk out of the bathroom minutes later, Shanks laughing while you’re an embarrassed, fucked-out mess.

ACE

“Girl, don’t play with me,” he firmly says. “I mean it.”

You blink at him, confused for a moment. all you're doing is sitting cross-legged next to him, sipping on your cocktail, looking cute and absolutely scrumptious in your yellow mini dress that brings out the color of your skin and the deep brown of your eyes. Ace has been telling you that you look like the prettiest sun he's ever seen ever since you stepped out to join him at the club.

“What?” you ask. “All I’m doing is sitting here.” Ace eyes you from beneath his hat, his eyes trailing down to your thighs. “Yeah, without somethin’ underneath,” he replies. Your heartbeat jumps when you realize he’s caught on. “What?” he chuckles. “You think I wouldn’t notice when I can see that ass?”

And he can. From his angle, he has a clear view of your bottom cheeks as you sit with your legs crossed. “Maybe I was just hot,” you argue, holding back a playful smile. “There has been a heatwave for a couple of days. Plus, it makes me cooler.”

“Cooler, hm?” Ace scoots closer to you, his hand sliding up your bare thigh. “Don’t get too cool now, darlin’,” he whispers in your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down your spine. “I need you hot and bothered for this next part.”

That’s when his hand begins to slide between your thighs, coaxing them open to reveal a sliver of your shaved, bare pussy to him. “Fuck,” he hisses, ogling at your sex. His reaction makes you flush, the idea of doing something so naughty in such a public place enticing you so. “So now what?” you purr. “You just gonna stare at it? As flattered as I am, I– oh, fuck!”

A gasp escapes you as you feel your boyfriend’s fingers begin to toy with your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Right there in the club booth! “Hm, you’re already wet for me, mama,” he appreciatively hums, watching your face intently for your reactions. “Were you this wet when you were changing earlier, thinkin’ about me doin’ this?”

“Ace,” you whisper, your eyes leaving his to assess the club. Luckily, everyone is too busy dancing and drinking to notice your boyfriend playing with your pussy, but the idea that someone could see turns you on even more. “Don’t be shy,” he chuckles, an evil glint in his eye. “You can let that voice out more. The music is loud enough.”

He begins to press his finger very lightly against your entrance and you’d just about cry out in pleasure if it wasn’t for his little brother dancing up to them to the reggaeton beat playing from the speakers above. “What are you guys sittin’ down for?!” Luffy yells, drunk with his hat tipped sideways and those hips moving. “C’mon and dance with me! The music is great!”

You try to move away from Ace, but his finger sinking into your pussy stops you. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning as he begins to slowly and torturously finger fuck your cunt, gliding against the underside of your clit as he does so. “Oh, we’ll be there,” Ace reassures his brother with a smile. “Right, Y/N? You love this type of music.”

You can barely breathe, let alone speak. Fortunately, Luffy is dancing away to join his crew on the floor, leaving you and Ace alone. You turn to him, glaring daggers at him. “I fucking hate you,” you growl.

Ace chuckles as he starts to thumb your clit, emitting soft moans from your lips. “I love you too, mama,” he coos, kissing your neck. “I’ll treat you to a dance after I make you cum, m’kay?”

And he does both: he makes you cum on his fingers right under the table and buys you a pretty drink to go with a pretty girl like you.

LAW

He is befuddled. Confused. And completely alarmed.

Because why the fuck are you just walking around his ship with no panties on? He realizes this when you first come sauntering into his bed chambers one night and sit in his lap. He’s at his desk, looking over a map and circling some hotspots to stop at for food and supplies. “Hey,” you coo, wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

“Shouldn’t you be sleep?” he grumbles, doing his best to not admire you in your pink mini dress with the flowers printed on it and how the hem stops at your thighs. “We pull into port come dawn.”

You hum in acknowledgement. “I know, but you’ve been sitting here almost all day. And plus, I need you in order to sleep.” You lean in to kiss along his thick neck and shoulders, cooing softly as you do. The scent of your perfume and your soft voice in his ear are enough to make him bust, but alas, he has work to do. “Well, try,” he deadpans, giving your thigh a pinch. “Now c’mon, I have work to do. I’ll be there in a bit.”

You whine in protest, wiggling around in his lap and causing his cock to stir. “But you said that an hour ago!” you argue with a pout of your soft, glossy lips. “Come on, Law, snuggle with me!” But when he gives you one of those stern looks, you sigh and scoot off of his lap to sit on his bed, pouty and mad.

He’s supposed to go back to his work. Keyword: supposed to. But all of that goes out the window as he watches you lean back and open your legs in the mirror behind his desk that faces you. Your eyes stay posted to his as you do so, the hem of your dress riding up to reveal your naked thighs and ass. “Da hell?” he asks, confused.

“What’s wrong?” you ask innocently, even as your thighs slowly move apart. Law swears he nearly has a heart attack when he realizes that there is nothing covering your pussy, revealing all of you to him. “Where the fuck are your panties?” he asks, glaring at the sight.

“It was hot today,” you answer simply. “So I went without.” You lean back farther onto your hands, causing your dress to ride up onto your naked stomach. Law can't take his eyes off of your pussy though. It looks so pretty; so brown; so delectable.

“Were you just…walkin’ around like that all day?” he asks barely above a growl. “Without any panties?” He doesn't realize that he’s gripping the map until he hears a slight tear in the paper that makes him stop.

You shoot him a scowl. “Why do you care?” you retort. “You weren’t payin’ any attention to me, so don’t act like you do now.” But obviously, you’re lying. You want him and you knew exactly how to get him. That’s why you made sure to skip out on wearing undies today.

Nothing more comes out of Law except for groans and grunts of pleasure when he is on top of you minutes later, his clothes off and his hands gripping the hem of your dress as he fucks you in it. He has your legs up by your ears and his cock sunk deep into your pussy that makes such nice, squelching noises for him every time he thrusts into it.

“Now,” he huffs, staring down at your pretty face and jiggling titties, “any mouth you got for me now? Huh, little girl?”

You don’t give him anything but a sob, your pretty face contorted in sheer pleasure as his cock strokes your insides. Law chuckles and sinks his two thick fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, right down to his knuckle tattoos.

“I didn't think so,” he groans.

#smutty smut #black fanfic writer #my works #black coded reader #black writers #one piece smut #one piece drabble #zoro x black reader #sanji x black reader #luffy x black reader #law x black reader #shanks x black reader #ace x black reader #usopp x black reader

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verslxt · 1 year

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thinking about collageau!mattsun who met you at a party and instantly fell in love. from the way you looked all the way from how you held yourself

thinking about collageau!mattsun who rizzed you up after the party and got you to go back to his house/dorm

thinking about collageau!mattsun who pounded your pussy like there was no tomorrow that night (with consent and a condom(wrap your fuckin dick))

thinking about collageau!mattsun who introduced you to all his volleyball friends and introduced you as just a friend

thinking about collageau!mattsun who finally realizes you want a baby after graduation and that you want to be more than just friends

thinking about collageau!mattsun who brings you food every time you have a long test (like finals or midterms) to study for. and it's always good ass food too

thinking about collageau!mattsun who bought a house close to campus once he graduated so that you wouldn't have to deal with dorm life again cause that shit sucks

thinking about collageau!mattsun has made me develop a huge crush on mattsun

thinking about collageau!mattsun who pounds your pussy senseless every night as long as you want him to

thinking about collageau!mattsun who already bought an engagement ring for you once you graduate

thinking about collageau!mattsun who like to grab the nape of your neck and kiss the hell out of you when you are working on essays

thinking about collageau!mattsun who just gives of big dick energy

thinking about collageau!mattsun who wants to put a pretty baby in your tummy. no seriously he says it every night

"you'd look so pretty with a baby in your tummy"

thinking about collageau!mattsun who has a fuckin massive breeding kink

thinking about collageau!mattsun who is just fucking hot lets be honest with ourselves

agghhhh i finished it! @buggy-cj here it iss. i'm lowkey really proud of this and mattsun is super fuckin hot alright

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x y/n #collage au #haikyuu smut #issei matsukawa #issei matsukawa smut #mattsun x reader #mattsun smut #smutty smut

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smutinlove · 10 months

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Dinner with Grimes

Carl Grimes x female reader

I literally screamed when I wrote the last few sentences 🤭

You and Carl had decided to host dinner at your place. But you just wanted to tease Carl, so you wore an incredibly short dress.

You entered the kitchen; Carl was there making spaghetti. He eyed you up and down. "Hey, Y/N..." You smirked. "Carl, are you okay?" He started sweating. "Y—yeah. I'm fine."You joined him and started making orange juice. "Fuck, Y/N," he muttered. "What was that?" You asked with a grin on your face. He pinned you against the kitchen counter. You smirked and knew your plan was definitely working.

"Carl, what are you doing?" You innocently asked. "Y/N, are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked. You smirked. "Yeah," you said.

He lifted your dress up, revealing your lacey black panties that you wore just for him.

"Fuck, Y/N, you make me so fucking hard." You moaned as he squeezed your ass. You slipped off your panties. "That's better," he said. You smiled and bit your lip, knowing what he'd do, next. He slapped your ass, making you whimper in pleasure.

You moaned as he rubbed his cock over your folds. "Carl, don't make me wait..."

He took off his shirt. He grabbed your hair and pulled it. "Carl, please," you begged. He was teasing you. You knew it. "You want my cock that badly?" He asked with a stupid smirk on his face. You couldn't help but nod.

"Please, just fuck me..." You begged. He slammed inside you, making you moan loudly. "Fuck," he grunted. He pulled your hair. "Tell me how much you love my cock, you whore." He demanded.

"Carl, you have the biggest fucking cock, it's so fucking good," you moaned. He thrusted inside you. "Please, I can't take this!" You moaned. "Carl, please!" You screamed as he hit your spot.

You felt yourself start to melt. "I'm gonna come," you whined. He didn't slow down. "Fuck, Carl!" You cried out. "Come, Y/N," he groaned.

You heard a door open. "Holy shit! What the fuck, Y/N. Disgusting." You heard Glenn mutter. He covered his eyes and rushed out of the house.

"That's gonna be a lot to explain..." You said.

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

“To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.”

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed.

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it.

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation.

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you.

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.”

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner.

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?”

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough.

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain.

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light.

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply.

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it.

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different.

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee.

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck.

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you.

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you?

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses.

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second.

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound-

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly.

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown.

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving.

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.”

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it.

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile.

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye.

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair.

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft.

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed.

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating.

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation.

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa…

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish.

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently.

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate.

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee.

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour.

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do.

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle.

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything?

“Why are you back?”

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more.

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach.

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with.

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly.

“Is this relevant?”

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone.

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect.

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar.

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough.

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed.

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult.

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you?

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support.

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life.

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion.

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be.

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter.

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her.

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back.

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight.

“You also have class.”

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-”

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.”

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly.

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-”

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together.

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?”

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?”

“No,” she said emphatically.

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

#larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #larissa weems x reader #female reader #fluff #fluff and smut #smutty smut #caught masterbating #answered request

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wildlife4life · 3 months

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Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by the fantastic @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 and @disasterbuckdiaz. Thank you! I can't wait for all your upcoming works!

Putting the fuck in fuck-it friday today. Here is a snippet from 4+1 Buck is too nice aka Cockblocked Eddie. (Previous snippets) Enjoy!

The burn of a second finger pushing next to the first, has Eddie moaning, "Yes that's it." No more Mr. Nice Buck. No more charming smiles and pleasant exchanges. This was a man at the end of his rope, tired of bending over backwards for everyone but himself. This Buck, was placing the last of his kindness only into insuring he didn't cause true harm to Eddie. As for what remained, well the harsh tug on Eddie's hair to be pulled into an equally harsh kiss has him vibrating in anticipation. Buck doesn't waste a second, knowing Eddie's body almost as well as his own, and presses those two long fingers directly on Eddie's prostate. Ripping away from the clash of teeth and tongue, Eddie loudly shouts, "Fuck!" The force is everything he's missing since Maddie called crying all those days ago. "My cock or my fingers baby?" Buck asks, forcing Eddie to meet his darkened facade with another tug of his hair. The bastard doesn't let up on Eddie's prostate, placing further pressure on the gland when he doesn't answer right away. Eddie whines, bucking his hip both away and towards the forced pleasure, like his body couldn't decide if it wants the stimulation it's been seeking for so long. The grip on Eddie's hair tightens and the sharp pain goes right to roar of heat in his groin, "My cock or my fingers?" Buck asks again, his voice deepening into a growl. Eddie cries out and his body finally decides to grind back on the fingers that give him no reprieve, "Cock! I want your cock please!" Buck practically purrs his delight for Eddie's answer. The pressure on Eddie's prostate disappears, making him whimper is mild disappointment, but it is quickly reprieved with the stretch of a third finger added along the previous two.

*BIG CHEESY SMILE* Hope you all enjoyed!

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livyjh · 10 months

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plz tell me u wrote a dirtier version of the period sex fic with joel IM BEGGING PLEASE

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal. 😘

Not Sorry (Second Edition)

Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: dirty fucking period sex with Joel

Warnings: BLOOD!!! Smutty smut smut, Joel being a goddamn animal and making a fucking mess, choking, rough sex

First Edition

Joel Miller Masterlist

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“We don’t have to, baby.” You smile up at Joel as he looms over you.

“I want to.” He grins and leans down to kiss you.

“It doesn’t gross you out?” You raise a brow.

“Jus’ blood.” He shrugs.

“Alright. Be my guest. Let’s put a towel down, though?”

He nods and gets up, grabbing a towel from the bathroom. You get up and he lays it down on the bed, a dark blue towel to protect the sheets.

You’re both already naked from the waist up, so you pull down your pants, eyeing the pad in your underwear to see how heavy the flow was looking right now. You weren’t gushing, but… it was heavy. You take deep breath and hope that you don’t permanently gross Joel out after this.

He mirrors you and finishes undressing himself as he watches you get into the bed with your hips and ass on top of the towel.

He climbs onto the bed between your legs, getting you both into the same position you were a few minutes ago.

He leans down to kiss you as his right hand reaches down to brush two fingers over your clit. You shiver at the feeling, clenching around nothing as your hips bucked up.

“Need it that bad, huh?” Joel’s fingers pressed harder as he rubbed circles around your bundle of nerves.

“Always n- need you, Joel.” You stutter the words and nod before you kiss him.

He smirks against your lips, his hand moving further down to press against your entrance. You knew you were going to be extra wet, the blood acting as a lubricant of sorts.

He pushes his middle finger inside you and groans at the feeling of your soaked pussy. You bite back a moan, loving the way his thick digit slipped into you so easily.

As he starts to thrust his finger in and out, adding another, you start to breathe heavy. His lips move away from your mouth as he plants kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. He pulls back just enough to look between your legs. You follow his gaze and gasp when you see how much blood was on his hand.

“Joel, wait, I-“ you stutter nervously.

“What?” He pauses, fingers halfway inside you. “I don’t mind if you don’t.” He shakes his head as he looks up at you.

You pause and think for a second.

“Don’t it feel good?” He asks, leaning in to kiss your cheek as his fingers push inside you again.

“Y- yeah. Really good.” You hum.

“Then let me take care of you.” He nearly growls, biting your bottom lip.

You whine and nod while he sets a fast pace finger-fucking you. It was almost embarrassing how fucking loud your wetness was, but you didn’t have the mind to care.

He added a third finger, stretching you slightly.

“Fuck-!” You gasp when he curls his digits against your g-spot, your hands flying up to Joel’s shoulders to dig your nails in and ground yourself.

“You look so good… shit.” Joel groans when his cock twitches, hand moving faster now.

“I need- Joel, please, I need t- to cum.”

“Not yet, honey.” He presses his lips to yours.

You sob against him, legs quivering. He pulls back to look at you, watch your face as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Once he felt you tightening around him, he pulled his fingers out and immediately used that hand to wrap around your throat.

He held you, gently at first, slowly tightening his grip. You could feel your blood and slick on Joel’s hand around your neck. Part of you wanted to be grossed out but you were honestly too turned on to care.

You whimpered at the feeling, Joel kissing your lips, then jaw, then collarbone and down to your right nipple. He wraps his lips around the pink bud, starting to suck it between his teeth.

“J- Joel-“ you felt tears prick your eyes with how goddamn aroused you were.

“Mmm.” His hand tightens around your throat and you whimper again.

You draw in a slow breath, feeling your head get lighter. He bit down on your nipple and tugged lightly, making your body push more wetness out of you in response.

He lets go of your throat and you take a long breath as he kisses and bites his way down your body.

“Baby, don’t-“ you start.

“Shhh.” He hushes you. He settles between your legs and laps at your clit, getting blood on his chin.

You looked down at him, he paused to look up at you. God, the filthy mess he was making without a care in the world just turned you on even more. He wanted you so badly that not even this would stop him.

He goes back down on you, pushing two fingers into your pussy as he sucks on your bundle of nerves.

You reach down with both hands to pull at his salt-and-pepper hair, grinding up against his face. “Ahh- oh god-“ you breathed in shakily.

You hear him take an extremely deep breath through his nose before his mouth joins his fingers at your entrance, his nose pressing against your clit perfectly. He starts eating you out like he’s a starved man, pressing his nose hard against your sensitive bud.

“Ple-“ the air punches out of your lungs for a moment. “Please let me cum!” You whine with each thrust against his face.

He pulled his fingers out and licked from your entrance up to your vulva, spreading more blood there.

You cry out at the loss of feeling, but Joel loved edging you. And you honestly have better orgasms when he does finally let you cum.

He moves up quickly, blood staining his lips and surrounding beard, and kisses you hard. He pushes his tongue into your mouth to give you a taste of yourself. You could definitely taste the blood, but you could also taste your sweet slick.

Joel pushes three fingers inside of you to gather as much wetness on his hand as he can before stroking himself. He groans and lines up, pushing his cock inside of you easily.

You feel the dry blood on your neck, feel the slick on your face, feel his dick deep inside you… it’s almost too much. You hope and pray that he’ll let you finish soon. You’re overstimulated and your blood is rushing, body begging for your release.

Joel grunts and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head by supporting his weight on them. Your tits jiggle up and down as he fucks into you you.

He reaches down with one hand and starts rubbing your clit. “Gonna cum with me this time, darlin’.” He states.

You nod, “Please… fuck, th- thank you.”

“Such a good girl for me.” He hums against your lips.

You moan softly as your orgasm comes barreling toward you. “Gonna cum!” You gasp and nearly scream when it finally happens.

You cum hard, feeling yourself squirt all over Joel’s cock and onto the bed below you. He growls and bites down on your bottom lip as he cums inside you, hips losing rhythm.

“Joel…” you whimper against him.

He begins to slow as you both come down from your orgasms. He pulls out with a soft groan, scooting back a little to watch his cum leak out of you.

“It’s pink.” He chuckles.

You laugh a little, blushing. “Still can’t believe you just did that.”

“Told you, blood don’t bother me.” He shrugs and gets up, helping you out of the bed without leaking except on the towel. Joel wraps the towel up and throws it in the dirty laundry pile.

You take a long, hot shower, thankful for Jackson’s warm water. You and Joel soap each other up and rinse each other off.

After drying yourselves, you put on a fresh pair of panties with a pad, and you climb into bed. He holds onto you tightly, you both falling asleep after this night of bliss.

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voxmortuus · 9 months

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idk if you’ve ever seen death proof by quentin tarantino but in the movie three girls are basically going a on road trip to a lake house and they run into this guy who’s basically been stalking them and he ends up killing then with his car. i was wondering if you could write something like that with ray marcus. but instead of him killing them with his car (or at all) you could maybe do something else.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Nocturnal Animals ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 1.4k ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Speeding Cars | Scared Reader | Swearing | Angry sex | Unprotected P-in-V | Dub-Con? | Mention of Creampie | Rough sex | Sex on the hood of Ray's Car | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I'm glad I know you and your likes! ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TAGLIST FOR R.M.: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @f4irylid @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was like every other night, you leave your job, and you just drive. You enjoyed the roads at night, they were clear, they were empty, there was no one out to get in your way, just you and the open road. But tonight, there was something different, as you kinda speed down the road you decide to take a different turn. Wanting to take the longer way around, a car pulls out turning on their lights, keeping his high beams on, it's kind of blinding in your rearview mirror.

You squint a moment and then you move your mirror enough so it's not too troubling. You speed up a bit, but he starts riding your rear end.

"Fuck man, get any closer and you'll need to buy me dinner and pull my hair." you scoff.

As you keep driving you put a little more distance. Checking your mirror, you realize that he's backed off a bit. Letting out a breath you turn your music up, your thumbs strum against the wheel and you begin to sing along. You forget about the driver behind you while you enjoy the empty road.

You had a moment to enjoy the road again, your guard going back down as you press your foot into the pedal a little more. But it wasn't much longer till the highbeams were back to feeling like they were inches away from your vehicle, shining brightly in your rearview mirror. You go to speed up a bit, wanting to put some distance, but your car jerks with another tap at your bumper.

"What the fuck?" You state to yourself as you proceed to speed up again trying to get out of the reach in a matter of a way.

It was a raw moment of adrenaline as he speeds up on you again. You had no clue what was going to happen. One moment you're enjoying your drive, next thing you know you've got someone on your ass from what felt like nowhere. You slow down, maybe he'll speed around you, but no luck. Snarling you look back into your mirror before you motion for him to go around, but that doesn't work.

You try and speed up, but he bumps your car again. Out of instinct you reach your hand out the window and flip him off as you speed off. Okay, probably not the smartest move. Your heart begins to pound. You proceed to put the petal to the metal and try and zoom past so he's no longer behind you, but this straight road was going to possibly be the death of you. Your heart racing, your radio turned down, no cell service.

"FUCK!" you scream and begin to beat on your wheel. "Come on asshole! COME ON! Fuckin' try me!" you snarl.

Like a bat outta hell, he speeds up on you and he pulls up and pulls up enough to fishtail you causing your car to spin into the dirt. Your heart is pounding, your mind is racing, and you don't know whether to fight or freeze. It takes you a moment to respond as your call stalls from the spinning. You hear nothing but a high-pitched buzzing in your ears, unsure of what to think, what to say, and then it hits you, you have to fight.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream out of your slightly opened window.

Getting out of his car he moves to your slightly opened window and looks at you.

"You've ran into my car..." He states

"I ran into your car? Are you fuckin kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you snap.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" He asks.

At this point, you damn well know he's trying to get a rise out of you when he starts to chuckle. You get out of your car and you move to the front of his and you slam on his hood.

"What the fuck are you doin?" He askes you.

"What the fuck are you doin?!" you snap back.

He walks around to the front of his car and you go to run off but he grips the back of your neck and pulls you back to him and he snarls and points to the hood of his car.

"What the fuck was that?" He snarls.

"That?! That was fuckin mild compared to the shit you just pulled!" you go to slap him across the face but he catches your hand and throws it to the side so you shove him instead.

You watch him stumble back a bit but not enough time to get away. You attempt to slap him again.

"I fuckin swear to fuck girl, you go to hit me one more fuckin time..." he snarls.

"What? What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" you push.

"I will have no issue putting you in your fuckin place." He growls.

"Oh? How you gonna do that big boy?" You look over him and you present yourself as if you're going to attack.

He shakes his head. "Bitch I'll have you screaming for this whole desert to hear if you keep it going." He smirked.

"I fuckin dare you. Go ahead... try me." You press.

"You want to get fucked don't you? Girl, I fuck you, you'll be comin back for more."

"I fuckin said try me." you snarl you step forward and throw your hand across his face, making contact the sound of the slap echoed.

He grips your arm and shoves you against the hood of his car, bending you over and grips at your frame before he hikes your hips up and makes quick work of your clothes and grips at you before you realize it, he's shoved himself right between your legs and made himself quite comfortable with you.

You snarl, but fuckin hell, he's packing some serious heat in the below the cock department. Your jaw clenches as he starts to thrust into you with this heated fever. It was this rapid thrusting that caused you to gasp. Gripping the top of the hood of his car you snarl as he continues picking up his pace.

You close your eyes a moment, feeling this anger pulse through you, you jerk your hips back and start to fight but not in the way of getting him off of you, a way of working out your anger.

"Oh there she is... Fight be Darlin' I like it when they fight." He growls through his motions.

Reaching back, you grip at his shirt and pull him to you as you move your hips up and back, as if grinding against him. He reaches for your hands and pulls them behind your back. A snarl escapes you as if hiding your small whimpers.

He picks up on those small whimpers and he starts to thrust harder, thrusting upward he smirks watching your face in the reflection of the windshield. Deeper thrusts causes you to moan a little louder. The moans were nice, but no, this man wanted you to scream.

Did you want to give him that win? No, no you didn't. You snarl and start backing your hips up into him as if fighting back, a low snarl escapes you as he slams his hips against your ass and he lets out another snarl as you moan.

It wasn't until he moved in a different angle that he found that sweet spot and you bite your lip, and your hips buckle.

"That's the spot isn't it Darlin'?" he asks.

You moan a little louder as he continues to thrust. You moan louder as he thrust harder against that sweet spot and there it was, that win. That sweet spot caused you to scream.

"That's it... scream louder for the whole world to know." He mused with a soft chuckle to his voice.

You feel your legs start to shake, your eyes flutter as you feel yourself getting wetter as he rides that spot.

"Fuck!" you moan louder.

"No, scream. Don't fuckin moan. Fuckin scream." He snarled.

You can feel him work you, stretching you at a new angle, and it wasn't long before you were giving him frequent reoccurring back to back screams. It was as if they wouldn't stop pouring from your mouth.

Pulling a little harder, thrusting a little more you feel yourself building to that finish.

"Come on Darlin'. Show me how good of a job I did. Make a mess." He coaxed.

"FUUUUCK!!" your voice echoes across the surface of the surrounding area.

"That's a good girl." He chuckles as he gives a few more needed thrusts before be gives his own finish deep within you, filling you to the bring where you are oozing and snarls.

This moment stuck with you, but he was also right, he won, every night after work, you take the same route, and have the same race, and a much needed finish, damn near tradition at this rate.

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randowriter · 10 months

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Imagine your brother being Peter Parker’s childhood best friend, and Peter stays the night only to see you rummaging around in the kitchen at like 1am in nothing but panties and a long tshirt that just so happens to be one of his old ones. He gets a lil worked up and asks you for help 👀

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letthenightingalessingagain · 3 months

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"What did you do today?"

"I read some porn."

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 9 months

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DRABBLE: YOU'RE THE CUTEST BIMBO HE'S EVER SEEN (18+) (MHA) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: Idk...I like the bimbo shit. I might make a fic with a bimbo!reader one of these days. Btw, some of these drabbles are meant for chubby/plus-sized readers, but I'll just put that as a note. Enjoy! -Jazz

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PRO!HITOSHI - Note: Reader is Chubby

When he sees you for the first time, he is as intrigued as he is rock-hard the very moment he sees you in your little pink thong bikini.

He is down the shore with Denki after being forced to take a trip to get out of the sweltering, congested Tokyo heat for a while. Don’t get him wrong; a nice trip down the shore to get away from the villain activity and constant rush of the city is definitely a nice change of pace. But to walk around semi-naked people isn’t is idea of a relaxing vacation. It’s uncomfortable for him, walking around and seeing so many women with strings up their asses.

“You just need some company,” Denki said when Shinso voiced his concerns to his friend. “This place is swimming with plenty of pretty babes for the choosing, ‘Toshi! Who wouldn’t want to spend some time with the top underground hero in Japan?”

Though Denki's compliment works somewhat, Shinso isn’t concerned with meeting someone for a hookup. He isn’t even really interested in sex…until he meets you, at least. While Denki is busy trying to flirt with some girls standing by a hot dog stand, Shinso slinks away into a nearby trinket store. His eyes roam over the seashell fridge magnets and snow globes with the fake snow replaced with sand. He thinks about which gift would be good for Eri, his little sister, until his eyes land on you.

There you stand a few feet away at a shelf of trinkets, standing on your tip toes with one of your chunky arms outstretched. You’re trying to reach for a pink seashell-shaped purse on the top shelf, and though you know damn well you can’t reach it, you still try.

Shinso is no longer interested in checking out the store items now that he’s got a look at you. You’re the best thing in here, from your plump little frame to the pink clothes you wear…if you can even call them clothes.

You’re really wearing just a mesh pink cover-up dress with a hot pink bikini underneath. The bikini top ties around your neck and back, exposing your rolls, while the bottoms are stuck in between your luscious, plump asscheeks that all Shinso wants to do is shove his face in. While he’s still uncomfortable seeing you in a thong, it's a different kind of discomfort now. He can feel his cock chub against his shorts, uncomfortably so.

“Excuse me?” It takes him a moment to realize you’re talking to him because of how dazed he is from your ass. You’ve turned around to face him now, showing your front, and dear fuck, does he wish you wouldn’t have. He can now see how the bikini top barely covers your big, juicy breasts and how your tummy bulges slightly over the string waist of your thong. Your lips, kissable and soft, shin in pink, glittery gloss and your cute little fingernails and toenails are coated in pink paint. Everything about you is pink.

He decides that the color fits you especially well when you open your mouth to speak again. “I'm so sorry,” you giggle sheepishly, giving him a smile that feels like a punch in the gut, “but could you help me reach that bag up there?” You point one chunky hand up towards the top shelf. “I’m just too short to reach.”

Shinso blushes at the sound of your voice, so sweet and innocent-sounding. He wonders how you’d sound moaning his name with his cock buried deep inside of you. “Uh, sure,” he replies, his voice sounding dry and gravely. He can barely breathe. You excitedly clap your hands, thanking him profusely for his help. “I was so sure I’d end up tripping over these,” you giggle, pointing down at your pink sandal wedges. What a pretty princess, you are.

“It’s whatever,” Shinso deadpans as he walks over to you. “Wouldn’t want nothin’ to happen to those shoes.” He glances down at them. “Steve Madden, huh?” he asks, loving it when you flush shyly at his observation. “I had some extra money,” you confess. “So I splurged. But they’re cute, right?!”

‘So, so cute,’ he thinks, but he isn’t referring to the shoes one bit. When he steps beside you to reach for the bag, he catches a whiff of your body spray. It is sweet and delectable, like whipped cream or sugar. God, could you get any cuter? As if answering him, his cock throbs painfully in his shorts. He barely has to stand on his toes to reach the bag, causing you to cutely gasp at his height. “Wow!” you say, shocked. “You’re so tall! I’ve never met anyone as tall as you.”

Shinso chuckles when he grabs the bag and holds it out to you. “Well, now you have. And you’re welcome…” He trails off, wishing you’d take a hint and spill the space in with your name. He watches as you gulp and stare up at him with those big, doe-like eyes as you take the bag from him. When you do, your fingers brush against his, sending an electric shock through him as if Denki just used his quirk on him.

“T-Thank you,” you softly stutter. “And I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr…” You trail off too, cutely puckering your lips. “No Mr,” Shinso chuckles. “Just Shinso. Or Hitoshi. Whichever you want.”

You tap one painted nail against your chin thoughtfully. “Hit-o-shi,” you carefully pronounce. Shinso has to suppress a groan at the sight of your soft lips forming his name.

“Can I call you ‘Toshi?” you ask, hope in your eyes. And something more. Mischief, it looks like. Hitoshi’s interest reaches its peak when he realizes that there is a whole other side to you than the cute, innocent persona he’s seeing right now.

He copies your move and thoughtfully taps his finger against his chin, earning a sweet giggle from you. “Only if I can call you princess,” he replies smoothly. “And maybe buy you somethin’ to eat? I’ll admit that I’m not too familiar with the boardwalk though.”

You look rather shy from the pet name, but you don’t let that stop you from conversing more with him. “Is it your first time here?” you ask, gasping when he nods. “Oh, you’re gonna have so much fun! They have the best funnel cakes and pizza here! I’ll tell you what, ‘Toshi: I’ll treat you to food for doing such a good deed and helping me get my bag. Deal?”

You reach your hand out for him, peering up at him through your thick, doll-like lashes. All Shinso wants to do is fuck you silly while you look at him like that, but instead, he takes your hand, smirking at the way you bite your lip. “It’s a deal, princess,” he huskily says.

SHIGIRAKI - There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing to people. There’s just no way! Do you know what you’re doing to him?

These are the thoughts that run through Shiggy’s head when you step into the dimly-lit, crowded bar with Toga by your side. The two of you giggle to each other, looking like the best of friends in your little sundresses and tiny purses that hang off of your wrists. The only difference between you and Toma the combination of innocence and sexiness you seem to ooze.

Toga had said she was inviting a friend of hers to the annual bar hop adventures she, Shiggy, and half of the LOV always have at this exact bar. Dabi knows the guy so they get drinks half off and the cops aren’t called despite them being out and about in the city. He sits with Dabi, Mr. Compress, and Twice (who won’t shut the fuck up) now, a whiskey in his hand that he knows he’s going to need when you finally come up to greet him.

Shiggy was initially against Toga bringing a stranger into their activities. “What if she talks?” he hissed. “How can you be so sure she won’t blab to the police about us? How do you even know this girl?” Toga barely gave him a glance as she poured herself some juice in the kitchen in their lair. “She’s an old childhood friend of mine,” she explained. “And no, she’s not gonna talk because she hates cops and heroes. I promise you’ll love her! She’s got a wicked streak to her.”

When he sees you, he can’t tell what about you is so ‘wicked’. You look like the cutest package of candy in your short, pink sundress that barely covers your ass or your tits that jiggle enticingly. He doesn’t even think you’re wearing a bra. You paired the dress with some pink heels, a charm bracelet, and two high pigtails that he envisions yanking on while his cock is buried deep in your–

“Hey, guys!” Toga giggles when she finally makes it to the stools. Shiggy nearly jumps out of his skin, earning a low chuckle out of Dabi. “This is my friend, Y/N. The one from my childhood? I told you I was bringing her tonight, remember?” She gives you a toothy, excited grin, allowing you to introduce yourself further.

“Nice to meet you all,” you say in your sugary, sweet voice that washes over Shiggy. “I hope I’m not interrupting your night out, but Toga insisted I meet you all.” Twice is the first one to make an impression, hopping out of his seat to greet you. “Not at all!” he brightly chirps. “I’m Twice, by the way. This here is Dabi, Spinner, and Shiggy.”

Spinner gives you a nod while Dabi only glances and Shiggy glares at Twice. “Shigaraki,” he corrects his friend. Toga rolls her hazel eyes while you giggle to yourself. “Ignore him,” she sighs. "Come, sit right here with me! I’ll order us some drinks. Do you like those fruity ones?”

Eagerly, you nod, making you even cuter. You then turn to him, your big eyes stopping him short of breathing. “Um…is this seat taken?” you ask, pointing one red-painted nail at the empty stool. To anyone else, he would’ve said something smart, but he can’t even muster words with how soft your lips look and the sweet smell of your perfume filling his senses. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he thinks to himself. He’s never had any woman make him feel this way before. He thought these kinds of feelings were long gone.

He nods, earning a blinding smile from you as you take a seat. As you do, the hem of your dress rides up, revealing a sliver of thigh that has Shiggy’s cock throbbing uncomfortably in his sweats. From his right side, Dabi leans in towards him. “You’d better snag that before someone else does, Shig,” he teasingly whispers. “That someone bein’ me.”

Shiggy glances at his friend, irked at his attempt at pushing his buttons. He knows Dabi also has a thing for innocence; especially ruining it. He turns to you, already finding you looking at him. “You listen to Nine Inch Nails?” you ask, quiet excitement in your voice. Shiggy blinks, confused as to what you mean, until you point at his band shirt. “I like them too! Have you ever been to one of their shoes?”

It takes Shiggy some time to process words, but he doesn’t keep you waiting or questioning yourself. “Uh, yeah,” he replies. “Two years ago. You listen to metal like that?” His eyes graze over your outfit and your body, picturing you without clothes. “‘Cause it doesn’t look like it.”

You giggle, adorably scrunching you nose. “It doesn’t,” you agree, “but yeah! I’m into a lot of hard metal and rock, but not too much screamo. That doesn’t keep me out of Hot Topic though.” Shiggy smirks at your confession and nods down at his wrist. You look down, gasping at the spiked Hot Topic bracelet sitting there. “It’s like we’re one and the same,” you softly laugh, smiling at the bartender when he lowers your pretty, fruity drink down.

Shiggy watches you sip your drink, your gloss stain on the glass rim making him want to cum all over your mouth. “Are we really?” he asks, but not unkindly. He is actually very curious and interested in you. What is it about you that Toga likes?

He gets his answer when you turn to him, a mischievous, dark glint in your pretty eyes. Despite your cutesy appearance and pretty clothes, you now appear before him as someone else. Someone darker. “We could always find out,” you suggest, a slight purr in your voice. He doesn’t know if it’s an accident, but your knee slightly brushes his when you shift in your seat.

Those words are all Shiggy needs. After one too many drinks and the whole “getting to know you” shit, you find yourself underneath him in his bed, your legs up by your ears and your pretty, pink dress on his bedroom floor. Shuddery moans and grunts leave his lips every time he drives his cock into you again and again, his hands wrapped around your ankles. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls. “Tell me, slutty girl.”

You whine for him, your lipgloss smudged off of your lips and pretty breasts jiggling for him as he fucks you into the mattress. “It feels good!” you babble, your mascara smudged. “You feel so good, Shigaraki!”

“Tomura,” he grunts down to you. “Call me Tomura.” Realization clears in your dazed eyes and your pretty face splits into a smile before he swoops down to swirl his tongue with yours in a wet, open-mouthed kiss.

A sudden bang comes from above the wall above your head where the headboard bangs against it. “Could you two shut the fuck up?” Dabi yells. “I’m tryin’ to sleep off this whiskey.”

“Yeah!” Toga agrees. “I brought my friend tonight to get to know you, Shiggy, but not like this! You’ll ruin her!” A light giggle leaves your lips as Shiggy continues to rock his hips into your wet, tight walls. You lean up, your sticky lips at his ear. “I’m already ruined,” you whisper. “Can you ruin me more, Tomura?”

Shiggy didn’t need you to repeat. The entire night he spent ruining you over and over again, covering you in his cum until the dawn. Now he thinks you could be an extra good addition to the LOV crew.

PRO!BAKUGOU - Note: Reader is Chubby

He could’ve blown his fucking load when Mina brings you along for mini golf one night.

It’s just an ordinary summer evening where he and the squad are playing mini golf and slurping down milkshakes before you show up. Initially, Bakugou is irked waiting for you and Mina to show up, hating when people are late. “Where the fuck are these two?” he huffs. “They’d better not be doin’ their hair or somethin’ ‘cause I’m gonna be pissed if they are.”

“You know how girls are, ‘Suki,” Kiri chuckles, watching Denki try to aim his ball at a hole surrounded by gnome and fairy statues. “Mina takes forever to do her makeup sometimes, but it’s all to look nice for us. I’d think her friend is doing the same thing.”

As if on cue, Sero announces their arrival from his seat. “Look!” he exclaims, a chocolate milkshake in his hand. “They’re here! And damn, does her friend look good.” Each boy turns to look at you and they can all agree. Especially Bakugou.

He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you strut up with Mina, arms hooked in one another’s. You’re wearing a low cut, white crop top with a push-up bra that make your breasts look immaculate and delicious and a tiny, pink tennis skirt that starts at the waistband of your pudgy stomach and stops right at the top of your thick, jiggly thighs. You paired this outfit with white Nike low tops and pink knee socks that make you look more innocent than the cute little smile on your face that gets wider the closer you get to him and the guys.

He can’t stop staring at you, especially when you get closer and he gets to drink in all of the other details to you––how short you are compared to him (you barely graze his chest!); the Fenty gloss on your plump lips; the tiny bow clip in your hair; the scent of fruit on your skin that makes him dizzy.

Are you fucking forreal? How are you going to show up like that as if it’s normal? Are you trying to tease him? Are you playing with him? Bakugou can’t help but be irrationally angry from how cute and sexy you are. How is it possible to be both cute and sexy? All he knows is that his dick knows the answer judging by how it’s pushing up against his briefs at the sight of you now.

Mina stops you right in front of him despite his raging hard-on. Just his fucking luck. “Fellas,” she says with a smile, “this is my friend, Y/N. We work together at my agency and she was just dying to meet you guys.”

You flush, becoming shy at Mina’s teasing. “C’mon, Mina,” you softly whine, bumping your hip with hers. God, what Bakugou wouldn’t give to feel those hips in his big hands! Would you let him? There’s no way you wouldn’t. Your short skirt says that you want his hands all over you.

“Oh, really?” Denki asks, raising a brow. He struts up to you, already putting on the charm. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he purrs, shaking your hand. “I’m Denki, by the way. You probably know me as Chargebolt.” He raises your hand to kiss it, but is stopped by Bakugou tossing a golf ball at his head. “Kill the flirting, perv,” he grumbles as Denki rubs his temple, glaring at him.

“Sorry about them,” Mina sighs, but you just giggle. Bakugou’s ears perk at the sound. “That’s Kirishima and Sero aka Red Riot and Cellophane.” Kiri gives you a friendly wave while Sero gives you a wink that Bakugou doesn’t particularly like either. “And Bakugou already made his grand introduction,” Mina sarcastically says.

You finally face him entirely and he sees your smile falter somewhat when your eyes land on his. Bakugou notices immediately. Do you not like what you see? Are you intimidated by him? He backs up to try and give you space, realizing how small you really are…small enough to break…small enough to toss around in a bedroom. His bedroom, preferably.

“Nice to meet all of you,” you sweetly say, though your eyes are still on him. “I'm exposing myself here, but I am a big fan of you guys! I’ve got all your posters and merch!” Everyone except Bakugou laughs at your cute little confession. “Oh, yeah?” Sero asks, raising a pierced brow. “So who’s your favorite hero, Y/N? It’s okay, you can tell us.”

He, Kiri and Denki look at you, interested despite your obvious shyness and discomfort. Even though Bakugou won’t admit it, even he is interested. Even so, he decides to come to your rescue, shocking every single one of his friends. “Ignore them,” he murmurs as he passes you a golf club. “You want next game or what?”

You stare up at him with those big eyes, looking shocked he’s even saying much to you. You wrap one hand around the golf club, giving him a look at your pink manicure. He can’t imagine how they’d look on his cock while you’re stroking it for him. “I would,” you say, “but I’m not much of a player. I wore the right outfit for it though!”

You swish your hips around in your pink skirt, making Bakugou’s cock even harder when he thinks he catches a glimpse of your inner thighs. “Show her, Katsuki!” Kiri shouts from the sidelines. “She is our guest, after all.” The redhead gives him a knowing wink which emits a growl from Bakugou.

“Whatever,” he huffs. Despite being pissed that his friends know he is whipped, he leads you over to one of the golf holes located up on a hill surrounded by wooden fans. You stand to the side, your tongue thoughtfully licking your bottom lip and giving him some awful thoughts about your mouth. “Am I doin’ it right?” you ask, even bending your knees though it’s still the incorrect form.

Bakugou nearly laughs at your cuteness. “Nah, but I’ll give you points for your eagerness. Want me to show you?” You peer at him from over your shoulder and nod. Without even realizing how this looks, he stands behind you, putting a good distance between his front and your back to avoid giving you a taste of his raging bulge.

“Stand with your hips square with your feet,” he explains, doing his best to not breathe in your shampoo. You do so before his hands cup yours over the golf club. “Take it back once, aim for the ball, and…” He helps you swing the club at the ball, your body twisting with his as you do. The ball goes soaring up the hill and into the hole, never missing.

From the sidelines, the gang applauded you. “I did it!” you excitedly shout, turning to him. “We did it!” You jump up and down, giving Bakugou a great view of your breasts jiggling and bouncing about. You’re not making this easy for him at all, especially with that pretty smile on your face. “And that’s why you’re my favorite,” you confess.

Bakugou scowls at you, confused. “Huh?”

You look down at your shoes, suddenly shy. “The guys asked me who my favorite hero was out of all of you,” you softly say. “And it’s you ‘cause you’re so sweet.” Bakugou’s brain short-circuits. Sweet. You think he's sweet! You, the sweetest little thing he’s ever met. Suddenly, the air between you changes to something more open and flirtatious. He wants to know everything about you now.

“Well,” he replies, a smirk on his lips, “maybe you can tell me more about how sweet I am over a milkshake?” You look up at him, excitement in your pretty eyes. “And over a phone call!” Denki calls from the sidelines. “Give her your number, dude!”

Bakugou swears if looks could kill, his friends would be dead by now. But he does, in fact, give you his number at the end of the night.

PRO!KIRI - Note: Reader is Chubby

‘Mine.’

That’s all he can think when he sees you for the first time at the gym. As soon as he sees you in your tight, pink sports bra and shorts that cup your shapely, plump ass so nicely, it’s a fucking wrap for him. You pop up on the treadmill next to him and he immediately notices despite him jogging. So far, he’s at five miles. Another five to go.

He knows he can’t be distracted by anything that will ruin his workout, but so far, the distraction is winning. You glance at him and offer a smile that makes your little cheeks and baby face even cuter. The sight of you nearly knocks the air out of him. He manages to smile back at you, trying his best to not seem menacing with his sharp teeth, but you don’t seem too disarmed.

He then pretends to go back to what he’s doing (working out), but all the while, he pays attention to your every move. He watches as one of your chunky fingers presses the buttons on the treadmill, your fingernail pained a glittery pink. Then you start walking along the moving convator belt, your high ponytail swishing behind you and reminding him of some very naughty things, like wrapping his fist in it while his cock is buried in the delectable pussy that he knows hides behind those shorts.

He’s admittedly never dated a woman of your size or shape before. Honestly, he hasn’t had too many girlfriends due to his demanding job as a pro hero. But looking at the way your breasts jiggle in your sports bra and your soft, chubby waist behind your shorts is making him think differently. Not to mention how short you are. He’s got a thing for short girls. Maybe it’s because of the whole protection thing. He likes feeling tall and big enough to protect his girl from everyone and everything, you? You definitely fit the bill.

These thought scare him slightly. Why is he pining after a whole stranger in a gym and thinking that you’re his? He’s eyeing you down like you’re a piece of food and he’s starving for it. He immediately turns away and blushes as red as his hair. ‘This is so unmanly,’ he thinks, criticizing himself for his behavior.

But goddamn, are you too fine! Most of the men in here seem to think so too. He notices their eyes crawling across your body, stopping on your ass and boobs. He glances at you worriedly, wondering if you notice it too. But you’re too busy singing along to the music in your pink AirPods, your voice making him crack a smile. You’re just too cute!

He doesn’t make his move on the first day though. He waits for about a month before he actually says something to you. Every time he comes in on the weekends, he does so on the same day at the same time hoping to see you. And he does. You strut in wearing your short, tight gym attire with your J’Adore Dior duffle bag, your ponytail bouncing. You greet each other with smiles before he watches you get into your workout, paying close attention to the way your body moves and any gym rats who may want to bother you.

The day he actually makes a move isn’t one he planned on. It’s a Saturday morning and he’s busy with his cool-down stretches, pretending not to be looking at you in the mirror squatting with a kettlebell between your chunky hands. His eyes marvel at your body, wondering how you’d feel in an embrace or underneath him. Those thoughts quickly dissipate though when someone walks up to you.

He is buff and about the same height as Kiri with tattoos and a muscle tee. Immediately, Kiri switches into protection mode and strains to hear your convo. “Hey,” the guy greets you. You pause with your workout, lowering the kettlebell down. “Hi,” you sweetly greet, giving him a smile. Kiri bristles. Those smiles are meant for him only!

“I’m Trent,” the guy says, offering his hand for a shake. You take it, still the sweetheart. “Y/N,” you introduce yourself. Kiri notices that Trent’s hand lingers a bit more than necessary before it drops from yours. “That’s some outfit, y’know,” he chuckles, leaning against one of the machines as he attempts to put the charm on.

“Thanks!” you giggle. “I bought this week. I just love pink. It’s such a pretty color.” Trent nods, his eyes trailing lustfully over your body in your tight one-piece unitard and cropped hoodie that stops just above your sternum. You don’t notice but Kiri does. “You know, I could always help you with this workout,” Trent suggests. "Help you get deeper into those squats.”

You blink at him, obviously confused. “Are you a trainer?” you ask innocently. Kiri feels his cock stir. God, you’re just too cute! Trent smirks down at you. “I can be that and more,” he purrs. “Here, let me get you a mat!”

“O-oh, that’s okay,” you protest. “I-I’m not–“ But he’s already moving to get you a mat and bends down to put it under your feet, eyeing your thighs and calves as he does so. You look so, so uncomfortable.’That’s it!’ Kiri thinks, irked to no end. He’s watched for long enough. He can't stop himself from rising to his feet and storming over to you and Trent, anger stirring within him.

When he stops near you, you’re the first one that sees him. He thinks he sees the corner of your lips twitch into a smile but he isn’t too sure. He stares down at Trent, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I think she said she’s fine, Trent,” he firmly says, practically spitting the guy’s name. “You should listen to her.”

Trent pauses and glares up at Kiri. “What do you care?” he scoffs. “So I suddenly can’t be a nice guy?” Kiri glares back at him, his red eyes sharp. “We both know what you’re bein’ nice for,” he almost growls. “And I’m not about to sit by and watch you bother this girl just for some nookie. Leave her alone before I call security.” He eyes Trent down, daring him to fight this.

Trent stands, his jaw tight and eyes sharp. He glances at you before scoffing to himself and storming off, heading for the locker room. Once he’s gone, you sigh in relief. “Thank you,” you say with gratitude. “I have no idea why he wanted to give me a mat. I didn’t even need one!”

Kiri relaxes, but only slightly. You’re talking to him. You two are really talking! “Don't thank me,” he chuckles modestly. “Not that I don't think you can handle yourself, but I saw him tryin’ to spit game and you not enjoyin’ it too much, so I just had to step in.” He dares to look down at you and almost creams on the spot at the sight of your cleavage. “W-Well, I’m gonna go and let you–“

“I’m Y/N,” you instantly say, twirling the drawstring to your hoodie. You offer him a gloss-lipped smile that gives him butterflies. “Ejirou,” he replies. “Kiri for short.” You giggle to yourself. “I know; other than you being Red Riot, I hear your name all the time here.” He blushes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m a regular here. It’s one of the only gyms that are safer for pros like me.”

“Well, I’ll keep your secret,” you giggle, “but only if you agree for me to buy you lunch for your good deed.” From the way you slightly rub your thighs together and peer up at him through your lashes, he feels like you’re thinking of a lot more than just lunch. And he wants to know just what.

He smirks down at you, trying hard to ignore his dick chubbing in his basketball shorts. “Maybe,” he replies, playing along. “I think I’d need your number for that though. I mean, just to tell you what I like…for lunch.” He almost kicks himself. You giggle to yourself, already pulling your rose gold iPhone out of your pocket. “It’s a date then!” you chirp.

After leaving the gym with your number in his phone, he can’t help but nut to the thought of you while in his car minutes later, the vision of your pretty lips and body coated in his sticky cum making him fuck his fist a little harder. Call him unmanly, but goddamn, he can't wait for the real thing!

DABI - When he first sees your cute little self in your mini skirt that barely covers your ass, he just wants to follow you around and scare anyone who dares to look at you the wrong way.

And that’s exactly what he does. ‘Cause what the fuck are you doing strutting around like that in this club? Don’t you know how you’re dressed? You’re dressed like you want to get fucked. Though he can’t see you from the front, he can tell you’re wearing a halter top judging from the tie around your slender back. And no bra? Those titties must be bouncing everywhere!

As you can damn well tell, Dabi likes the innocent girls…or the girls who look innocent. Something about ruining them and bringing out that nasty, dark, devious side to them that he knows lies deep underneath their soft, pink, sweet personality. And you’re no different.

So he lies deep in the cut and watches you laugh and chat with people, blushing cutely when they compliment your clothes and being completely oblivious to the guys who stare you down like they want to eat you alive. He sips on his drink and eyes your legs, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for this little game to come to an end. You step outside for some air and he’s right behind you, but he doesn’t go out immediately. He watches as you lean against the wall and dig into your pink purse for your bubblegum. Finally, he comes outside, feeling blessed that he can finally get you alone.

You don't even flinch when he comes up to stand beside you, taking a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket. In fact, you give him a smile as you chew on your bubblegum, your pink lips forming an O for a big bubble. He imagines those lips forming an O when you moan while his tongue is buried deep in your cunt that lies beneath that skirt. From his angle, he can finally see the rest of your outfit––a glittery, pink halter top paired with platform boots and luscious, curly hair that makes you look like one of those early 2000s movie stars.

“Want some?” you ask, holding the box of gum out to him. His eyes flick from the box to your big, doe-like eyes rimmed with mascara to make them look almost like a doll’s. Like his pretty little doll. “You’re askin’ a stranger whether or not he wants your gum?” he asks, raising a curious brow at you before puffing on his cig.

You giggle adorably, almost ditzy-like. “You’re not a stranger, silly!” you protest. He blinks down at you, confused. “I saw you when I came into the club with my friend…and while you were following me around.”

Dabi blanches. Fuck, he’s been caught! How did you even notice? “Accept my apology,” he sighs, smoke billowing from his lips. “Couldn't help myself. You just look too damn cute to be in there not bein’ looked after.”

At this, you become shy and advert your eyes as a bashful smile adorns your pretty face. “You know, smoke is a bad habit,” you softly say. He nods, agreeing. “What’s your point?” he asks, paying close attention to your body language. He notices how tight your thighs are pressed together and the way your fingers fiddle with your skirt. You’re wanting something.

“Because…” Your eyes slowly trail back to his, now hooded and lustful. “Nicotine breath ruins kisses,” you purr. “And I’d really like a kiss from you. I have to thank you for watching my back in there, don’t you think?”

Dabi swears he’s never been harder in his life. He’s also have never ditched a cig that wasn’t a stub yet either, but the promise of finally getting your lips on his makes him toss the cig down and crunch it under his shoe.

Several minutes later, your glossy, soft lips are on his, the taste of strawberries in his mouth, while his cock is buried deep in your soft, wet pussy. Your hands are pressed against the wall as he grips your hips, your skirt hiked up and your lace panties pushed to the side to give him all the freedom to fuck you as he pleases. And he does so.

“You’re just like a doll,” he grunts into your ear, growing harder with every breathy moan that leaves your lips. “Are you my pretty baby doll tonight?”

All he gets his a broken moan of his name in response. He chuckles to himself as he lifts your leg up slightly and continues to fuck you silly behind the nightclub. He knew you had a devious side.

NATSUO - You were just the cute girl in his class that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

You would walk in wearing the cutest outfits known to man, all of them with pink tossed in. His favorite one was the cropped pink sweater and white skirt that swished around your legs and hiked up slightly in the back to give him a sneak peek of your thighs. That was the first day you two met. You had sat in front of him and rummaged around in your backpack, oblivious to Natsuo burning a hole in your back.

You sighed adorably and turned to him randomly, your glossy lips in an adorable pout that had his cock stirring in his jeans. “Hi,” you say with a smile. “Sorry to bug you, but I forgot my pen at home. Do you have one I can borrow?”

It took a minute for Natsuo to answer because he was too busy staring at your lips move, envisioning his dick between them. “U-Uh, yeah,” he finally replied, idiotically so. He dug into his backpack and handed you one of his best ink pens.

You happily smiled as you took the pen from him, your soft fingers grazing against his. “Thanks!” you chirped. “I promise I’ll give it back to you at the end of the day.” And you did. That is when your friendship began. He begins letting you borrow your pens while you send him notes from class if he’s too tired to pay attention and falls asleep during class, dreaming of himself bending you over one of the desks.

When you first asked him to help you study for your midterm exam, he can’t believe his luck. “You’re just so smart,” you whine as you two walk alongside each other in the hall. “I can’t afford to fail, so I need your help. Meet you at your dorms this weekend? I’ll bring snacks!”

He was helpless to refuse you, but the idea of being alone with you this weekend made him want to bust and hide under his bed at the same time. He didn’t have that much experience with girls, especially pretty, cute, adorable ones like you. He spends the whole day cleaning up his space and gargling down Listerine mouthwash before you arrive.

When you do, it’s at 5 PM after you get off your shift. You show up at his door in a pretty, baby pink dress carrying a bag of snacks and sodas. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you say after Natsuo invites you in and get you situated at the table in the middle of his dorm. “I just know I’m gonna pass with you as a tutor.”

He blushes at the compliment. How is it you’re so sweet? “S’cool,” he chuckles sheepishly. “I’m happy to help. Thank you for the snacks though.” He ogles at the all of the snacks you pour out of your bag––Pocky boxes; chips; cookies; biscuits. You embarrassingly giggle, picking at your pink nails. “I, uh…like snacks,” you shyly confess.

‘Oh, God,’ Natsuo laments in his head as his cock surges in his sweats. Why the fuck did he wear sweats?! Why the fuck are you so cute?! This is not going to be easy.

It doesn’t get any easier for him as the night goes on. He gets distracted at some points at the crumbs dusting the corner of your mouth or the way you swipe your gloss over your lips. He tries not to freak out when you lean in to point out words you’re having trouble remembering the definitions for, the scent of your birthday cake body wash and the feeling of your bosom against his forearm. Are you doing this on purpose?

Despite him explaining and breaking down the study guide for you, all he can think about is dirtying up your dress with his cum or plunging his cock in and out of the gushy walls of your pussy. It’s impossible not to. He’s practically sweating halfway during the session so he has to strip himself of his hoodie, revealing his blue tee underneath that stretches across his muscles.

When you finally finish the session, it’s around 7 PM and you’ve correctly remembered most of the guide. When Natsuo gives you an approving smile, you squeal and jump on him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you cheer, wrapping your arms tight around him. He blushes, feeling your breasts pushing against his chest. “You’re such a good tutor! I’m gonna ace this exam because of you!”

Natsuo laughs at your cuteness, giving you a one-armed hug in respect to you. “It’s no problem,” he says. “It helps when you have such a great student.”

You pull away from him, peering up at him with those big eyes and that pretty face. “You know,” you say, your voice suddenly dipping an octave but still oh-so soft, “I’d hate to leave here and not repay you for such great work.” Your hands find his and you begin playing with his fingers, his cock stirring as you do. “Is there anyway you can think of, Natsuo?” you ask, batting your lashes prettily at him.

Oh, does he. And he knows you exactly what when he has you lying down in his bed with your dress hiked up on your hips where his hands are and his tongue finally fucking your pussy. “Fuck, Natsuo!” you whine, your hands in his snow-white hair. “Please!”

He moans as he pulls his tongue out of your wet hole and stares up at you. “Stop what, honey?” he asks, smiling at your blissful expression. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To repay me?”

His thumb finds your clit and begins slowly rubbing it, relishing the way you squirm for him. “Well, now you can.”

#bnha smut #smutty smut #18+#drabble #bnha drabble #deku x black!reader #my works #my drabbles #bimbo reader #bakugou x fem!reader #hitoshi x fem!reader #natsuo todoroki x fem!reader #dabi x fem!reader #kirishima x fem!reader #chubby reader #black writers #shigaraki x fem!reader

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raccoonfallsharder · 6 months

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blackmail material (almost-smut for your monday ♡)

part three is so close to being done and i’m actually really happy with it. just had to shake off my commitment to my original concept/opening (will recycle that later or share as-is here).

⭑ read parts 1 & 2 (18+ only & mind the ao3 tags)

⭑ part 3 will be posted on monday, october 23

see behind the cut for a little taste though because mondays are rough and you deserve something nice.

“I wish everyone was nice to you,” you tell him frankly.

Rocket makes a scoffing noise, and then goes quiet. When he speaks again, his voice is measured. Careful. “Quill’s been getting on my last frickin’ nerve this past cycle.”

Since the Night of the Vibrator, you think. Your brow creases. “At least nobody else has said anything. Or have they? To you?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think they know. But Quill - he’s been giving me dirty looks for rotations now.”

You scowl. “I want dirty looks,” you say. “He’s been giving me these wounded-puppy stares and lecturing me.”

He snickers. “I was thinkin’.”

“Oh no,” you say lightly, and you can practically hear him roll his eyes. When he doesn’t go on, you prompt him with another little bump to his shoulder. “What were you thinking?”

You hear him make a sound with his tongue on his teeth, like he’s almost regretting saying anything at all. But then he speaks: a study in forced casualness. The words grind softly against the night-cold air, leaving little bits of gravel and frost-chips in their wake.

“Might as well do something to deserve ‘em.”

You grow still. It’s not so much a freezing - it’s just that the movement evaporates off your skin and everything inside you goes very quiet, like the wind dropped out of a blossoming branch. Slowly - carefully - you turn to face him. Your eyes strain through the darkness, searching, trying to find something in his face that you can read in the shadows. A moth floats between you and the passing light sweeps over him. His face is all carelessness - on the surface. You think, if you could see him more clearly, you’d be able to tell how much of it is a sham.

You hear him swallow, and yeah, that confirms it. Your heart aches a little for his uncertainty. You tuck your knees in and roll onto your hip. His face snaps toward you. This close, you can see him a little more clearly: soft and shadowed, but features visible. Eyes wide. You wait for a heartbeat - a pulse - then continue your path: slowly slinging one leg up and over his lap, giving him time to change his mind or shove you away. But he doesn’t, and you carefully rest your wrists on his shoulders: twisting one hand sideways so you can card through the fur on the back of his neck, and flexing the other one downward so you can slip your fingertips delicately under the collar of his jumpsuit. You avoid the metal buttons and bolts on his back, just stroking the top of his shoulderblade delicately. Your weight is balanced on your knees and shins, and from this angle, he’s eye-level with your breasts, their shape muffled by the soft folds of your loose sweatshirt.

His hands come up instinctively. You feel them fumble at your waist - then grip the folds of your sweatshirt at your hips, like he’s not sure what to do with them. Not for any lack of appetite or direction, you think. No - it feels like he’s still uncertain what he’s allowed to do.

If Rocket could see inside your pretty head, he’d be able to tell you that you’re right. Not that he would tell you that. But of course you’re right, he’d think. You’ve made it your silly mission to know him so well, to understand as many little pieces as he’s given you, and even more he’d never meant to drop along the way. And no matter how blind you are in the moment, Rocket can see you perfectly well. He knows exactly where he wants his hands: digging his fingers deep into the plush curve of your ass, getting his palms full of you and squeezing ‘til you whine. He’d already filed his claws two rotations ago, just in case he got fuckin’ lucky enough to get his hands on you again. A pipe dream, he’d thought at the time - but here he frickin’ is, grateful he’d done it anyway.

And now you’ve got your pretty tits in his face, just a layer of fabric away - maybe one of those pathetic little bras underneath, like it could protect you from his teeth if he wanted to get at ‘em. He can hear your heartbeat: a little throbbing thud drumming against your breastbone, picking up speed.

You tilt into him, pressing your soft mouth to the crown of his head, then curl at your waist and dip your face so you can drop another kiss at the corner of his mouth. He shudders. You reach into that glowing space above your solar plexus, and draw up all your courage like a shimmery champagne-silver filament of light. You spool it into the base of your throat and then thread it into your words, your voice.

“Okay,” you tell him. “Let’s do something to deserve them.” You fight to keep your breath steady, but it’s already shivering and silvered, soft as moth wings. You try to mask it with a wink. “All the dirty looks and woeful lectures.”

@evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick

#rfh fanfic #blackmail material #rocket racoon x reader #smutty smut #this raccoon has a filthy fuckin mouth #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rocket raccoon #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon x oc #reader insert #rocket x you #rocket raccoon x

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smutinlove · 10 months

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carl grimes x y/n smut

Y/N moaned at Carl's touch. “Please, faster!” She begged. Carl tilted his head, “Beg for it, you whore.” “Please, Carl, fuck me till I can't walk! PLEASE!” She was struggling. She wanted him to pound into her restlessly. He smirked, "Not so loud, Y/N. We wouldn't want anyone else to hear what a filthy little slut you are, would we?" he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She could feel him getting harder inside her, and the thought of being caught only added to the excitement. "Yes, Carl, I want everyone to know how much of a dirty whore I am for you," she gasped, her words punctuated by the sound of their bodies slapping together. Carl grinned, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He picked up the pace, driving into her with abandon until they both reached their climax, their cries of pleasure muffled by the sound of their bodies entwined. As they lay there, panting and spent, Carl couldn't resist a sly smile. "I'll make sure everyone knows just how much of a dirty little slut you are," he said, and Y/N couldn't help but grin back, knowing that she was his willing plaything.

I have betrayed my immigrant parents by writing this. 💀

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nosugarallspice · 11 months

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Prompts

When sending in your request; please specify which character/person you would like, as well as a brief run down on how you would like it to go. If you do not give me any details I will more than likely by pass it. One more thing! when choosing the prompts include the number as well, for both phrase and scenario. Feel free to pick two phrases. Please make sure when you’re sending in your phrase and scenario let me know which one is which

Examples

Note: I do not take credit for these prompts!! I've looked through many different prompt lists and mixed them up to my liking. Feel free to use anything from here! I would love to read it, so tag me in your work!

Phrases

"you can take it"

"spread your legs wider"

"louder. let them hear you"

"touch yourself"

"do you want my fingers?"

"you taste so good"

"hands behind your back"

"don't hold back"

"show me how much you need me"

"does that feel good?"

"say my name"

"you want me to ruin you, don't you?"

"do you think you deserve this?"

"do you want me to touch you there?"

"makes me want to wreck you"

"I never thought you could make such sweet noises"

"tell me what you want"

"I've been thinking about you all day"

"make me"

"you like my hand around your neck, don't you?"

"stop whining and take it"

"beg for me"

"let me take care of you"

"am I fucking you too good?"

"you belong to me"

"fuck, I missed your body so much"

"you're so good to me"

"such a nasty little slut"

"wanna cum on my fingers or my mouth?"

"show me how much you missed me"

""you look good with my hands around your throat"

"sit on my face"

"I love when you moan my name"

"you can get louder than that"

"be a good girl and spread your legs"

"say you want me, and I'm yours"

"you don't know what you do to me"

"open your mouth for me"

"you take me so well"

"you talk too much. how about we use your mouth for something else?"

"feels good, doesn't it?"

"I love the way you look when I'm inside you"

"you look so good on your knees like that"

"why don't we film it?"

"gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name"

"you make such pretty sounds, my love"

"oh, you want me this bad?"

"oh, you want me to kiss you here?"

"on your knees"

"choke on it"

"don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you"

"ride me"

"do you think you deserve my cock?"

"your ass is so soft.. imagine how pretty it'll look with my handprint on it"

"i'll fill you up to the brim"

"look at you"

"beg for it"

"make yourself useful"

Scenarios

distracting them while they're busy

phone sex

recording (consensual)

mirror sex

shower sex

begging

choking

hair pulling

face sitting

breeding kink

car sex

cockwarming

thigh riding

praise

sleepy sex

doggy style

face-fucking

rough sex

sweet sex

aftercare

in the bathtub

against the wall

knowing someone else can hear

trying a new position

heavy eye contact

spooning position

holding hands

spanking

sloppy sex

extreme dirty talk

daddy kink

makeout session

overstimulation him/her

fingering/handjob

possessive sex

tipsy sex

morning sex

soft sex

breast play

masturbation him/her

#writing prompt #prompt list #smut #smut prompts #smutty prompts #spicy prompts #smutty smut #scenarios #smut scenarios #smutty scenarios

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elialys · 10 months

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New post-6B smutty softness because I'm unstoppable apparently.

She doesn’t mean to lie to him. When Olivia gathers up enough courage to grab that bottle of bourbon and drive to the Bishop’s house, it is with the idea that the time has come for her to be honest about how she feels and what she wants, and to act accordingly. The truth is, Peter glimmers from the moment he opens the door. She expected it, with her heart thumping beneath her ribs, fingertips tingling in anticipation as she held that bottle behind her back, almost able to feel the new rush of adrenaline released in her blood. She’d stood on this very threshold the first time she’d seen that shifting light overlapping his body, triggered by a mix of emotions that weren't nearly as complex as they are now, months later. She rarely if ever listens to her own body, especially when it comes to her abilities, but she knows she’s been in that heightened state ever since she kneeled in that apartment, pleading with Alice Merchant, asking her to do what she herself has tried and failed to do these past few weeks. Let go. Seeing things from the Other Side is her gift—or her curse—alongside that ability of hers to cross between worlds, if she’s triggered enough. Whatever part of her brain is responsible for it, it is awake tonight, having no doubt that Cortexiphan has been flooding her blood, too. And Peter, with his unique ability to get under her skin and make her more vulnerable than she is with anyone, has always been the catalyst to her capabilities; the spark. Of course she’d known he would glimmer, tonight of all nights. It’s not constant either, and not as overwhelming as it was the first time she saw it, or recently in that bar, as if accepting the idea that it would happen almost allowed her to control it. Almost. When Peter opens the door, it flickers at the edge of his skin like specks of light instead of that overexposed, pulsing layer she’s seen before. The sight is so curious yet soft, fitting even, given the way her heart squeezes with the sweetest of aches at the look in his eyes, that it soothes some of her nerves. She’s crossed universes to get this man back to her world; those flickers are proof that he is here. Hers.

#fringe #peter x olivia #polivia #Olivia Dunham #Peter Bishop #fringe fic #smut #smutty smut #fic of mine #writing #3x14 6B

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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Hi baby. 💖

May I please have something small with Ray Marcus and a spitting kink? Smut is optional.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Nocturnal Animals ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 1.7k ✧*̥˚ SONG INSPO: *̥˚✧ EAT SPIT! - Slush Puppy, Royal & The Serpent ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ How can I do a spit kink and NOT give you smut?! | Do you want that with a plot? No? So What Plot? | Spit Kink | Dominant Ray | Submissive Reader | Ray challenging his nameless friend | Maybe slight degradation | Dirty Smutty Time Talk | Fingering | Biting what's rightfully his | Hickeys on what's rightfully his | Marking what's rightfully his | Maybe use phrases that are used in a way to objectify you... lets face it, you want this man to use you | Multiple Orgasm because you were a good girl... you get more than one | Oral Male Receiving because you worship this man and his... magic stick | Mention of a joint | Unprotected P-in-V | Swallowing because remember, you're a good girl. | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I'm glad I know you and your likes! ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TAGLIST FOR R.M.: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @f4irylid @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

Fuckin hell, what was it about this man? What was it that captured your attention? Was it the fact that he wasn't some sort of suit and tie? Rough around the edges? Was it the fact that he made you feel dirty in all the right ways? He wasn't like the others you've been with. In fact, he was quite the opposite, and that's why this worked. He made you feel things the others couldn't. He knew how to give you what you wanted without even speaking a goddamned word. This. Man. Got. You. You didn't need to ask him, you didn't need to show him, he just got it. You worshipped the ground this man walked on, and you thanked every sunrise and every sunset that he was there.

You could go on and on as to how he made you feel, what he made you feel. You could talk about how his eyes were like the sky on a warm summer cloudless day, or how his hands were hot and warm and well used. Or how those same hands could do such bad things, but come back to you to do such good things. He was your guard dog, you depended on each other, you said jump, he'd jump, he said jump, you'd say how high. The kind of bond you two had, unlike anything else. It was those things you thought of as you gazed up looking at him all dewy between your legs ready for his treasure. That treasure only he knew you enjoyed oh so much.

Kneeling there as he bickered with a friend who felt like he was entitled over you, he wasn't having any of it. You knew your place, and he knew that you did. There was nothing to bicker over, chances are in his mind this friend had one too many things to drink and he was going to have to put him in his place. Or at least remind him to whom you belonged. Simple situation, right? In his mind it was, but in yours... oh man you wanted him to show this friend of his just where you belonged.

Feeling that aura off you he looked down at you and smirked. Before gazing back up he moved his hand to open your mouth, and with his eyes trained on his friend, he gathered that spit in the front of his mouth leaning over a bit he kept his eye contact on the other person as he let the slip from his lips as he held his hand on either side of your jaw keeping your mouth open. Watching him you feel this excitement bubble inside you. It was like all this time waiting on your knees on the kitchen floor was well worth it.

As that spit hit your tongue you closed your eyes and did a little happy wiggle. Happy girl was happy, but you felt like you wanted more. You knew better than to touch but fuckin hell you wanted to run your hands up his legs and undo his pants and make him happy with that your pretty mouth. When he was finished he kept his contact on his friend. Smiling you look over him.

"Thank you, Sir." You smile wide.

"That's my good little slut isn't it?" He asks as he picks you up and takes you to the couch and lays you down.

Oh you know exactly what's about to happen. And you were very much looking forward to it. "Yes. I'm your good slut aren't I Mister?" You muse.

He smirks and looks over you. "Damn straight you are." He looks back at his friend a moment. "Fuck off. Unless you wanna watch." He smirks.

It was a matter of moments before he was told to go fuck himself and slammed his front door and sped off. Here you were, alone with your perfect mister, and you couldn't be more excited about everything he's about to provide for you. Sitting you in his lap he takes your shirt off and tosses it to the side and smirks. Hiking your skirt up he presses his fingers against your bud and slips them straight past and finds how slick you are.

"Oh, a wet little whore you are huh?"

"Yes, Sir. All for you."

"Damn straight it's all for me." He smirked and plunged his fingers into you with nothing but ease.

Your velvet wet warm walls clench around his fingers as he uses that come hither motion against your sweet spot, his thumb softly rubs against your bud as he grips the back of your neck and pulls you close to him. His lips capture yours and his trail from your lips to your neck. Biting and sucking on your neck, leaving beautiful marks, a deep purple hickey on your neck. Marking what's his.

His fingers move a little quicker as your hips begin to grind against his fingers. His lips move back to yours and you open your mouth and he knew what you wanted, kissing you with a vigor he spits onto your mouth again as he slaps your cheek softly and moves to grip at your hair to hold you head back.

Your hips move a little quicker and he smirks. "That's it, use my fingers..." he muses.

Truthfully, it doesn't take long for you to come to, and when you do, you gripped his shoulders and let out a loud moan that bounced off the window behind you.

"That's a good girl... but you didn't ask first."

"I know, I'm sorry... you just felt so good... I'm sorry... I'll show you." you smirk and get off of him and move to kneel in front of him.

Reaching for his pants you undo them and pull him from his jeans and with great ease you slip him right to the back of your throat. Hearing his groan and his head fall back against the couch you smile in your eyes, happy to make him feel good.

Your head picks up the pace, while at the same time you use different angles, against your cheek, your tongue swirls, you bring him deep into your throat as you turn to focus on his length and his tip, stroking as you work him.

Groaning he grips at your head and forces your head down. Like an eager little thing you are you take more, you take that rough face fucking he's about to give you, but it's when you feel he's about to release you pick up your pace gripping and stroking harder and faster.

He holds your head in place as his hips thrust and that twitch in his cock and the coating of his thick slightly salty ribbons coat the inside of your mouth. Sucking on him as if you were sucking on your favorite lolly you milk him and smirk when you pull him from your mouth and look at him and swallow, nodding your head like you just took your daily dose of vitamins and wanted head pats.

He smiled and looked over you, and ran his finger over your chin. Sure, the couch was great, but he wanted more. Something a little more... open. Taking you to the bedroom, his pants falling to his lower hips he tries to not drop you as he carries you and tosses you onto the bed.

Stripping your skirt from your body he strips down and climbs into bed and hovers over you. Kissing on you, biting and nipping at your lips, you smirk, giggle and open your mouth again. As he hovers over you, he tilts his head and looks into your eyes and gives you just the treat you were wanting.

"Thank you." You smirk swallowing like the good girl you are.

As you thank him, he slips his hard cock between your wet lips and lets out a groan. With a gasp you dig your nails into his shoulders and press your head into the back of the pillow as your eyes flutter a bit, feeling every bit of him as you focus on the way he stretches you.

Your breathing becomes staggered, your mind becomes his, your body melds with his, your whole self becomes his over and over with every action.

As he presses deep into you with each hard thrust he growls.

"Such a good fleshlight you are. My little personal fuckdoll." He smirks as he whispers his sweet objectifying words against your lips.

Hearing his words causes you to moan louder, causes you to clench around his hard cock. Causes you to grind your hips against him because you're a good girl and want to provide pleasure for him just as much as he wants to use you for his own pleasure and deliver his own to his sweet girl.

"That's my pussy isn't it baby?"

"Yes, Sir."

"No one else fucks my pussy do they?"

"No, Sir. This pussy is all yours."

"Damn straight that pussy's mine. Such a good little thing you are." he praises.

The push and pull, the moans and snarls, the vulgarity between the two of you. It was intoxicating.

He picks up his pace a little more, driving his hips against yours, the sounds of sweaty flesh smacking against each other echoed like your moans echoed. He drove himself harder against you as you grind your hips against him for added stimulation. You feel yourself getting closer.

"Can... I... fuck. Can I cum, Sir? Please... fuck... I'm right there..."

"Cum for me sweet baby... cum on Sir's cock." He snarled.

Gripping at his shoulders you arch your back and you spread your hips a little wider and you feel this urge to push as hard as you can against his cock squeezing your walls at the same time as if coaxing his finish. With a loud moan and the throw of your head against the pillows you begin to shake and he gives you a much deserved finish of his own deep within you. His cock twitching giving you every last ribbon of reward you begin to giggle.

He looks over you and kisses you softly. "That's a good girl. Good job... Now roll us a joint, I'm going to go get us something to eat." He smirked.

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