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nitewingbabi · 10 months

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↳ a pretty mouth ⚤ ghostface x female!reader 【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】 warnings ⇢ drinking, sexting, knife play, fingering, oral (m receiving), swearing, orgasm denial, pinning, mentions of blood/killing, degrading, ✉ taking requests first part ▻ please respond…i showed you my cock

It had been days since any kind of attack or sign of ghostface. You almost believed he had disappeared, but it was still in the back of your mind. You never responded to his messages that he sent, and he never came to see you. Not that you really wanted him too.

He was psycho. But there was something about his voice and not knowing who was behind that mask that just made your stomach flip the right way round.

You had multiple missed phone calls from a private or blocked number. You had the upper hand for once.

➤ you can’t ignore me ➤ i’m not going to stop ➤ you can try to shut me out, but i’ll find a way to get back in ➤ and when I do, i’m going to bury myself in that sweet pussy

His texts turned you on the more he sent them. All laced with dirty things you tried not to enjoy.

Clearly you needed to give him something to make him chase you harder. Your parents would start to get suspicious of the large water bills coming through, and the last thing you wanted to give up was your shower head time every night. You felt possessed almost, turning yourself on as you dreamt of him climbing through your window of the night, holding a knife to your throat as he fucked you in ways you haven’t experienced before.

Your legs began to rub to get friction, you needed to stop putting these thoughts in your head. He was a serial killer. The last thing you needed was to be fucking the town’s killer who had threatened your life countless times as well.

When you finished school you went over to your friend’s house to get ready for a party that was happening over the weekend. All day you had multiple messages from him. Nothing new, that was until.

🟪 Gfce23 sent you a snap

The purple box told you everything you needed to know. It was video, with audio. You excused yourself from her room, heading into the bathroom. Opening the video it was once again his cock in his gloved hand, his body more in view this time for you to get a better look. Eyeing over his pale skin.

“Ughnf—this is all for you.” Your clit throbbed at the sudden moaning that came from your phone. Walls tightening at his words. ‘This is all for you’. You licked your lips at the sight of the red tipped cock on your screen that thrusted into his leather glove.

“F-f-fuck y/n.” Hearing him say your name mixed with a whimper as he pumped himself, stomach flexing every time he gasped and his movements picked up just a little more. You found yourself with your fingers dancing between your legs again, toying with yourself. The video ended there. No big finish for you. Your flustered state calmed down when you returned to reality and remembered where you were.

“Jesus, fuck!” You hissed, running fingers through your hair as you tried to finish getting ready. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help lusting after him. Evening came finally and it was time to get drunk and enjoy your weekend. No school, no studying, no homework. Just alcohol and boys. Walking into the house it was already crazy, everyone dancing and rubbing themselves up against each other.

A few mindless games of spin the bottle, truth or dare, and many more kids games. You found the keg, pouring yourself a drink before feeling a tap on your shoulder. It was the same guy whose been chasing after you since the first grade.

“Hey y/n, long time no see. Feel like we never talk anymore babe.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you. You liked princess better anyway.

“That’s because we aren’t even friends, I don’t talk to people who aren’t my friends.” You snipped back, walking away from the over-confident jock that didn’t want to take no for an answer it seemed. You swung your head back and downed the drink in the red solo cup.

“Look, y/n. Just give me one chance and if you aren’t into it then I’ll leave you alone.” He chased you. But not in a ‘I’m gonna kill you’ way that you for some reason missed. You felt bad that you never did give him the time of day, and the alcohol was already going to your head. So what was one dance? You allowed him to grab your hand and take you to where everyone else was dancing, rolling your hips against him and allowing yourself to just relax.

It was hard too when you were so sexually frustrated, after what felt like forever of dancing you found your friend. Letting her know you were leaving and going home, she was too busy dancing with a group of guys to care. You thought about walking home but chose to Uber instead.

It was just up the road but in your tipsy state, in a short skirt and with a killer on the loose? What could go wrong?

Your parents were once again gone for the night, using the time away to connect and get their marriage back on track. You didn’t turn on the lights, leaving the house dark and making your way upstairs to your room. Opening the door you didn’t know what you were expecting, but seeing it dark and just as you left it was disappointing. You walked over to your vanity, turning on the lamp and eyes looking into the reflective surface.

Your eyes shot open and you sobered up at the sight of a white mask and dark cloak leaning against your clothing dresser. Your heart began to race and you stood up, turning around to face the masked figure who had been on your mind day and night.

“Surprise princess.” His familiar voice had you buckling at the knees. You wanted to drop to them and suck the one thing he had been teasing you with the last few times you spoke.

“Get on the bed. Now.” A sharp piercing feeling was against your leg, looking down you saw the knife he held in his hand against the flesh of your exposed thigh. Hard enough to indent your skin but not to actually pierce you.

You nodded as you walked backwards, sitting on the soft surface and using your elbows to keep you elevated. Eyes looking into the dark black mesh that hid your mystery killer’s eyes.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you dancing tonight princess. Open your legs.” You did as you were told and audibly gulped. You never saw ghost face at the party, you wondered where he could have been for him to be able to watch you in such a crowded house. Your thigh was met with a cold, metal against it. His knife slowly dragging up from your knee all the way to the crease where your pubic region met your leg.

He looked down between your legs, eyeing off the cute short skirt and red panties you had on. The same ones he loved seeing you in when you first tried them on. He let out a low groan before swiftly flicking his wrist so his knife teared at the delicate lace.

$60, down the drain. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him against you, touching, rubbing, sucking. Your breath hitched as he lowered himself, the mattress dipping on each side of you as he positioned himself between your legs and removed the lacy garment blocking his view. He tilted his head to the side, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he saw your creamy hole gaping. How he wanted to fill it. His leather covered fingers reached out and began to rub at your wet folds, moving the creamy arousal over your clit and labia. Teasing your core with soft, slow touched. You gasped as he dipped a finger into your cunt, a thick ring of cream engulfing his finger as he entered you.

He began pumping, curling his finger each time to graze against your sensitive walls. You began letting out soft mewls at the sensations in the pit of your stomach. A sensation you had only been able to get from a shower head and your own touch. Without warning, he added another two fingers, thrusting harder and quicker now and watching your hips bucking to meet his every movement.

“Look at you, this pink pussy is aching to be touched. I’ve barely started and you’re almost unravelling under my fingers. How many can you take before I have you begging for more?” He hissed as he added his thumb to your clit, watching you let out a squealed whimper and jerk your body under his touch. He chuckled darkly at your reactions, watching your fingers grab at the blanket comforter underneath you.

Your orgasm was building quickly and you wanted to let go. But ghostface, had other plans for you. Before you could even mutter a ‘I’m gonna cum’ he removed himself completely. Hearing you almost cry from pain at the loss of pleasure.

“Oh no, you don’t get to cum yet princess.” You let out a whine at his words, squirming under his arms. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you to the bed and grinding his cock against your core. It was hard and only made you beg for more.

“I want to hear you say you would’ve been honoured to have been killed by me. That it makes you wet and turned on that I could kill you right here, right now. And no one could stop me.” Excitement mixed with panic filled your stomach as you thought about how he would react if you didn’t say it.

“It turns me on, that I’m so helpless and weak, that you could kill me right now and no one would help me…or stop you.” You had to admit to yourself sheepishly, that it was erotic.

“Such a pretty princess, with a pretty pussy. And a pretty mouth. I think we should see how good it feels.” He pulled you to the floor with a loud thud, your wrists hurting from being held in place for so long. He undid the black cloak, the velcro ripping and revealing black jeans. His member pushing against the rough material just dying to get out.

You decided to unbutton his jeans and pull his dick out. It was just as you remembered, pink, swollen and veiny. His tip ached to be touched, a drip of precum oozing out his slit and and running towards the edge of his head. Your eyes met his mask, his hand came to your head and pushed his member past your lip and into the warm embrace of your mouth.

He moaned loudly for the first time, and it made you ache all over again. He thrusted his hips, fucking your throat feverishly and throwing his head back in pleasure. Muttering all kinds of vulgar words under his breath at the sensation he had been chasing since the first time he saw you. You gagged and coughed at the sharpness and uncomfortable feeling of him hitting the back of your throat.

Spittle running down the corners of your lips and chin as he relentlessly unleashed his strength onto you.

“Fucking take it princess, don’t forget how many people had to die for me to feel your pretty lips around my cock. Take it all. Fucking cock-slut.” His degrading words only sparked you to work his member harder, bobbing your heads in rhythm with him now and swirling your tongue around your mouth in no rhythm at all. He didn’t chase his orgasm, your pussy was his endgame.

“On the bed and get on your hands and knees.” He growled, annoyed at himself for not reaching his own high.

“What should I call you?” You asked innocently, big eyes batting at him as you stood to your feet and moved back onto the soft, plush mattress.

“Call me your master.” You moved onto your hands and knees, feels his gloved hands curl around your ankles and pull your legs further apart, in response you also arched your back even more.

“This is gonna be fun.”

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negans-lucille-tblr · 7 months

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The Fan | Jensen x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Y/N has an unhealthy obsession with a man with a filthy mouth and an oral fixation he’s hell bent on ruining her life with.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Tags: audio porn, porn AU, dirty talking, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, oral fixation, oral sex galore, use of sex toy, masturbation, public masturbation, Jensen has a filthy filthy mouth in this one, it might make you feral be warned…

WC: ± 4K

A/Ns: I shouldn’t be trusted to write porn when I’m feeling feral because this is absolute filth and I just wanna thank Laura for commissioning it and sending me further down my crazed rabbit hole. <3

Want your own commission? Find out more here!

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“Oh fuck, baby girl, you take Daddy’s cock so fucking well in that tight little cunt, don’t you?” he coos as your whole body starts to break out into a light sweat. “Best damn pussy I’ve ever fucking had, sweetheart.”

You whine, your back arching off the bed, your head fuzzy with your impending orgasm as your eyes flutter closed and you try to stave it off just a little while longer.

“Look at you, so fucking perfect, you were made for me, made for my cock inside you. Daddy’s perfect little slut,” he growls, gasping for breath at the end of his sentence, moaning deep from his chest. “Tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m your perfect little whore, Daddy,” you whine out, your fingers working your clit to the very edge of sweet release.

“That’s fucking right you are, baby, feel so fucking good on my cock, fuck, making Daddy wanna fucking cum. Do you want that? Hm? Do you want Daddy’s cum deep in that pussy? Maybe I should put your panties back on you and send you out. Let you walk around the store with my cum dripping down your thighs. Oh you like the fucking sound of that, don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, and you gasp for air, the feeling of the cock pistoning in and out of you almost too much to bear anymore.

“You’re not going to cum again are you?” he asks. “You know how I feel about you cumming when my mouth isn’t down there to taste it. Do you need my tongue in that cunt again, baby girl? Or are you still craving Daddy’s cock? Look at you, so fucking desperate you don’t even know what you want anymore, you just want to be used, don’t you? You just want Daddy to use that fucking cunt over and over until I’m through with it. I’ve fucking got you, baby girl, you’re mine and everyone fucking knows it. I’ve marked you up good, you wanna see your skin, fucking covered in my claim.”

You can’t take anymore, and you cum hard, screaming out in pure ecstasy as your climax washes over every inch of you, and you’re left gasping for air, squirming on the edge of over-stimulation as the cock continues to piston in and out of you at the steady pace you’d set it at.

Your eyes flutter open and you’re brought back to the room, your earbud falling out, letting the natural ambience of your bedroom fill your eyes, the very faint sound of the actor’s voice still bleeding through the forgotten earpiece. Your body is still trembling, goosebumps erupting over every inch of you as you finally reach for the dial beside you and slow the machine down until it’s come to a stop, and you carefully remove the toy from inside you and whimper at the loss of contact, even if you are thoroughly done. You reach for your phone to pause the audio, realising there’s still ten minutes left. You never can make it to the end of one of his audios. That man is far too good at what he does, and it’s a crying shame he doesn’t do videos, though you realise that audio gets you off far better than visual does nowadays. You don’t even think you’d care what the guy looks like, if he can make you cum that hard and that many times with just his words, he could look however he wants and you’d still fuck him.

Somehow, the guy seems to be all your biggest fantasies wrapped up in one dirty mouthed human, and you’re actually starting to worry about your real dating life, given you’re never going to find a guy that will ever come close to your favourite audio actor, you’re sure of it. Still, it doesn’t stop you from trying, even if your nights do end like tonight; alone and getting yourself off with your best investments yet; your fuck machine and Patreon subscription to ‘Dean Winchester’. You hadn’t even needed a machine before Dean, and you actually had more real life sex with real life men, but over time you ended up settling for mediocre one night stands less and less, rathering going home to Dean, instead. You know your obsession is borderline unhealthy at this stage, but if the guy would stop putting out the best audios you’ve ever heard, then maybe you’d stand a chance.

Work is so mind-numbingly boring, you find yourself watching the clock on the wall and praying that the last twenty minutes would hurry up, so you can get out of the office for the weekend. With the weekend upcoming, you don’t have time to start a new project, but you finished your last one two hours ago, and have been desperately trying to seem busy for your boss’s sake since then. You sigh and twist yourself left to right in your office chair, and practically leap at your phone the second it goes off next to you. Finally, something to do.

You’re quick to glance around you when you realise that the notification is from Patreon, and you open it cautiously to see Dean has posted a new audio. It’s rare for him to post something mid afternoon on a Friday, and you read the title and the audio information, eager to find out what your Friday night is going to entail.

Daddy can’t get enough of eating that sweet pussy (with toys)

Contains: Excessive oral sex, daddy kink, use of toys, praise, degradation, slight humiliation, mocking for multiple orgasms, soft dom, aftercare

You look around the office, feeling your pussy getting uncomfortably wet already, and rub your thighs together, reaching into your purse and grabbing your headphones, before quickly making your way towards the bathroom. You would normally at least try to wait the extra hour, and for the comfort of your own home, but this one sounds too good to wait. You just want a little glimpse; at least that’s what you tell yourself as you lock yourself into a bathroom stall and eagerly put an earbud in, making sure your phone is definitely connected to it before you turn the volume up a little.

“Hey, baby girl,” Dean hums through the headphone, and instantly the wetness doubles.

You shift uncomfortably in your heels, and take a seat on the closed toilet lid, hitching your dress up enough to get to your soaked panties. You can just have a little play, it’s not like you’re busy, and no one will know what you’re doing in here.

“Have you missed me? Aw, I can tell,” he coos, “have you been waiting for me all day? I’ve had a long week, and I was thinking I could use some stress relief,” he explains. “I’ve been thinking about you since I left you naked in bed this morning, been thinking about that sweet little pussy, about how good you taste. My cock has been hard all fucking day just thinking about tasting you when I got home.”

You try your best not to moan out loud, your fingers now pulling the ruined material of your panties to one side as you take a shuddered breath in and start to tease your swollen clit.

“You don’t mind if I help myself, do you?” he asks, and then a low hum rumbles through him. “Fuck, let me take those panties off, wanna see that dripping little pussy properly. It’s gonna taste so fucking good, you always taste so fucking good, you’ve got Daddy addicted, d’y’know that?”

You rush to remove your panties over your heels, wanting to keep up with the fantasy now playing in your mind’s eye, and you quickly stuff them into your blazer pocket.

“Don’t worry about making dinner, I’ve got enough to feast on right here,” he chuckles lowly, and then the sound of his lips smacking over something fills the quiet, and he moans under his breath. “Tastes fucking good, baby girl,” he praises. “That pussy was made to be eaten, and look at it, practically dripping for me, such a naughty little slut, hm? You want a finger inside you?”

Instantly you slide one finger inside your warm, wet cunt, and your eyes roll as you throw your head back.

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he laughs, “then why don’t you use the dildo I got you? It’s right here, I’ve got it, let me see if I can make it fit.” The sound of vibrations accompany Dean’s hums of approval, and you wish with everything in you that you were home right now, where you could reach for your own vibrator and slide it inside you like Dean’s doing in your fantasy right now. “Fuck, baby girl, you take it so well, does that feel good? It’ll feel better when my tongue is back on that clit.”

“Jesus,” you whisper under your breath, pushing a second finger inside you in a desperate attempt to mimic the toy you’re imagining.

“Don’t worry about me, baby, I’ve had a cockring wrapped around my cock all day, I’m gonna be fucking you for hours yet. Now you just lie back and let me take care of that sweet little cunt.”

The bathroom door opens outside of the stall, and you jump to remove your fingers, even though whoever has entered won’t see what you’re doing, you still don’t want to get caught out somehow. The obscene noises of Dean ‘eating you out’ are still playing into your ear, and you rush to pause the audio in an attempt to calm yourself down a little, hearing the clicking of heels on tile as someone enters the stall next to you.

“Y/N?” you hear Amber call out.

“Yeah?” you call back, your voice shaky and not trustworthy, right now.

“You coming to the bar with us?” Amber asks.

You stand up and flush the toilet to complete your facade, heading out of the stall and quickly beginning to wash your own juices off of your fingers before Amber somehow notices.

“Not tonight,” you insist, your mind very much on the remaining twenty three minutes of Dean’s new audio, and the date with your machine you’ve found yourself with suddenly.

“C’mon, you’ve not been out in forever, plus, Sascha insists that this new bar has the hottest guys,” Amber explains as she also exits her stall and stands at the sink beside you, washing her own hands.

“I gave up on men a long time ago,” you remind Amber with a chuckle.

“Oh c’mon, I’m all for silicone friends, but you’ve gotta get a real dick at least once in a while, and girl for you, it’s been a while.” You laugh at her bluntness and shake your head. “You’re coming, even if I have to pay for your drinks all night,” Amber insists.

You sigh and roll your eyes, before nodding reluctantly, guessing one drink won’t hurt if it gets Amber off your back.

“Great,” Amber beams, reaching forward to undo the top button of your dress so your cleavage is far more on show than it was before. “There, let’s go.”

One drink has somehow turned into three, because every time you say you might leave, Amber is quick to buy you another cocktail, and you feel bad wasting her money by not drinking it first. You’re hyper aware of the fact your panties are still stuffed into your blazer pocket, and your pussy is completely bare and exposed under your dress, and the only thing you can fully focus on is the remainder of Dean’s audio you want to listen to. You really do have a problem, apparently.

By the fourth drink, you offer to pay, feeling bad that Amber is footing your bill all night, and you guess you owe her one drink before you finally go home to your machine. You stand at the bar and shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as you wait to be served, your mind running wild with all the ways Dean is going to fuck you tonight, and when the barman finally stands in front of you, you realise you’ve forgotten what Amber wanted. You guess your way through a list of a few different cocktails, figuring one of the girls will drink them even if Amber doesn’t, and as the barman moves away to make your long order, you hear a scoff beside you.

You turn your head to look at the man, and are kind of taken for a moment because he’s pretty attractive. Sascha was right, the men at this place really are better looking than the rest of the bars around town. Maybe they have some weird lighting, or something.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he laughs easily, and his voice shoots straight to your core. Jesus, has it really been that long since a hot guy has talked directly to you? “It’s just I’ve been stood here for over five minutes, and that bar man is only serving the hot girls,” he explains.

Your brain takes a second to process what he’s saying, and then you scoff and shake your head.

“Clearly not, he just served me,” you counter.

“I stand by what I said,” the stranger insists, after his green eyes have raked up and down your body a couple of times. Is this guy actually flirting with you? You find yourself staring for a moment. There’s something very familiar about him, but you’re fairly sure you’d remember ever meeting a guy this attractive.

“Do I know you?” you ask him, frowning.

His green eyes light up and he laughs softly, shaking his head.

“Urm… don’t think so,” he finally offers, shaking his head. But his hesitance only confuses you more.

“Are you sure? I swear I know you somehow,” you insist.

The guy begins to blush, and he clears his throat before looking around himself.

“Well, what if I said my name is… Dean,” he slowly offers.

Your eyes widen immediately, and you’re not sure if you want the ground to swallow you whole or if you want to kiss the man. His voice that’s what you know, that’s what’s so familiar, and that’s why you’re having this kind of reaction to just talking to some guy. So you’re not that desperate, after all… or maybe you are, depending how you look at it. You would’ve never placed him as Dean Winchester, no matter how intimately you know his voice, because you never would’ve actually expected him to be more attractive than the picture you’d painted in your head. And you never would’ve expected to bump into him at a bar in town of all places.

But then the realisation hits you fully. If this guy is Dean Winchester then he knows that you listen to his stuff, and he knows that you listen enough to recoginise him.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, your cheeks burning. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed, I’m so sorry,” you fumble to apologise, but Dean just laughs and shakes his head.

“Why are you sorry? I love meeting fans.”

The word fan only makes your skin crawl more, he’s going to think you’re some psycho, some desperate woman that needs audio porn to get her kicks.

“Oh god,” you groan, now feeling your skin crawling in shame.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, really,” he reassures you, reaching out to grab your shoulder. “Honestly, I’m flattered a girl like you listens to me.”

“Oh sure,” you scoff, not believing him for one second. You want to tell him you don’t really listen to his stuff that much, but then you realise that might be insulting, and you don’t want to tell him you’re as big a fan as you are, or you’ll just look even more pathetic to him. “Listen, I’ll leave you alone,” you conclude.

“Oh,” he replies simply, before licking his lips and nodding his head. “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want.”

You can’t help but feel like you’ve insulted him somehow, and you swallow hard, rushing to explain. “I don’t wanna seem like some creepy fan,” you excuse.

“Sweetheart, I’m the one that hit on you,” he laughs.

Your eyes only widen further, “you were hitting on me?”

“Yeah, well… I thought I was… I did call you hot, didn’t I?”

“I guess,” you agree, now feeling embarrassed for a whole new reason. The guy that has given you more orgasms than all the other men in your sexual history put together has hit on you. “I’m sorry, I just always assumed that a guy like you would be married, or at least dating someone.”

“Nah, my work is just as much for my benefit as it is yours, trust me,” he laughs softly. “So, can I at least buy you a drink, even if it’s just to thank you for liking my work?”

“I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this,” you confess, already drunkenly laughing behind your hand as you look over at him.

Dean – or Jensen, you’ve now been told his real name is – seems to wait patiently for your confession, and in the two or so hours you’ve been sitting together drinking and getting to know each other, you somehow feel like you’ve known him for years. Maybe that’s because of the porn, but either way, you’re actually about to say this out loud.

“The audio that you released today?” you prompt, and a smirk grows over Jensen’s plump lips.

“Yeah…” he prompts.

“Well, I didn’t get to finish it, but let’s just say I started it in work… in a bathroom stall… and I’m still a mess. I was dying to get home to finish it.” Your confession doesn’t leave you as embarrassed as you thought it would, not when Jensen only smirks harder, and then bites his bottom lip as his green eyes look around the bar.

“Well… why don’t I just… show you what the rest was like?” he asks, blinking at you.

“What?” you ask, feeling yourself beginning to sober up at just the very thought of what Jensen’s implying.

“What if we… y’know, re-enacted it?”

“So how far did you get?” Jensen asks, breathing against your neck.

You crane it, pushing your head back further into your pillow as you moan softly, dragging your nails through the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

“Not very, you’d just pulled out a vibrator,” you explain breathlessly, your heart thudding in your chest. If this man is this good at kissing, you’re not sure you’ll survive the rest of it. And you already know what a filthy mouth he’s got from the dirty talking. And from talking to him tonight, you were more than excited to find out that his audios are a true reflection of his own kinks.

“Do you have one?” Jensen prompts, and you blindly reach under your bed for the box that holds your toys, throwing the lid off carelessly and wrapping your hand around your favourite vibrating silicone friend.

You produce it in front of you, stopping Jensen in his tracks as he smirks, taking it from you and throwing it to the bed next to you both.

“I don’t have a cock ring though,” you add with your own smirk, and Jensen chuckles lowly.

“Don’t worry, I’m covered,” he tells you smugly, taking your hand and pushing it under his boxers. Your hand meets soft, warm velvety skin, and as it gets a little lower, you feel the rubber ring at the very base of his swollen cock.

“Do you always go to bars wearing one of those?” you sass, wrapping your fingers around his erection and growing pleasantly surprised at the thickness.

“I had it on for the audio this morning, y’know, for authenticity, and figured I’d leave it on because I was so horny. Meeting you was just the bonus,” he explains.

“What else do you do for authenticity?” you tease, gasping when Jensen’s teeth sink into the delicate skin on your neck. “Do you…” you struggle to regain your composure, grinding your core up against his bare thigh, your slick coating his skin. “Do you actually eat pussy?” you finally manage to ask.

“Unfortunately not. It’s been a while since I got to eat a pussy… don’t mind if I fill up on you, do you, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy,” you whimper, not even ashamed at how quickly you submit to him.

“Oh, someone’s been listening to my work… such a good little whore, f’me, aren’t you? Bet you taste fucking delicious.”

Suddenly, Jensen’s face is gone, and you feel his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs backwards, spreading you open. He doesn’t waste any time dining on your pussy, making sounds far more obscene then the audios could ever capture, and just when you thought this man couldn’t get you off any harder, you’ve finally felt his tongue for real, the stubble on his face rub along your delicate skin, you’ve finally felt exactly what this man can do to you.

Your fingers comb through the hair on the top of his head, and Jensen only ever pauses to bite and suck on the flesh at the insides of your thighs, before returning to licking and sucking your pussy like a starved man. Your back arches into his touch, and you nearly lose your mind when you see him blindly reach for the dildo you’d given him, turning it on to a low rumble as he presses the tip to your entrance.

“So fucking tight, baby girl, you like having something inside you when I eat that pussy, don’t you?” he growls, his voice slightly deeper and far more reminiscent of his “Dean” persona.

You moan loudly, bucking your hips desperately as he begins to fuck you with your vibrator, and you find yourself torn between wanting his mouth back on your pussy, and wanting his cock replacing your toy. Amber’s right, sometimes you just need the real thing. Especially when the real thing is as tempting as Jensen’s.

“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good, please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling his mouth back on your cunt in an instant, and he laps at your arousal and moans loudly around your clit when he sucks it between his lips. “Holy fuck,” you shout, staring up at the ceiling, not sure you’re even going to survive this.

Jensen’s rutting against your mattress, but seems to be in no rush to finish eating you out any time soon, and your thighs tremble either side of his head as he coaxes your orgasm to the surface.

“That’s it baby,” Jensen pauses for a brief second to say. “Cum f’me,” he growls. “Cum on Daddy’s tongue, c’mon, perfect little cunt, tastes so sweet, you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” he chuckles, looking up grinning at you like the devil.

“Yes,” you whine, encouraging his mouth back on your clit as he now fucks your vibrator in and out of you so much better than the machine has ever managed to.

Jensen doesn’t stop to talk again, he just hums and moans against your skin until you’re cumming hard and fast on the toy, and he’s quickly removing it to lap at your juices that are practically flooding out of you.

As always when you listen to his work, your first orgasm does little to stave off the arousal he’s elicited from you, but luckily, it seems Jensen’s not done with you, because he licks his lips clean and hums, rising back to his knees between your legs. He begins stroking his cock in his hand, his eyes several shades darker as he looks down at you.

“So,” he smirks, guiding the tip of his cock towards your soppy entrance, only teasing it with his tip before tapping the heavy length on your sensitive clit, making you squirm. “Which of my audios should we re-enact next?” he asks.

“Any one that requires that inside me,” you reply, watching Jensen chuckle under his breath.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

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#the fan #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #smut #fluff #oneshot #commission #negans-lucille-tblr #fanfic

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st4rbwrry · 1 year

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mocha ima need those audios u think eren sounds like 👀🤭

ALL MINE ☆ eren yeager.

☆. warnings: fem!reader, nsfw audios + vids, black coded, lowercase intended, headcannons, degradation, praise, dirty talk, impact play, pet names, p in v, minors aren’t welcomed!

☆. mocha’s note: babyyyy do i have some audios for you. i’ve been wanting to do this for a while. jus thinkin’ about how he sounds makes me dizzy. so here’s some different scenarios to go with them! some of them are pxrn vids too! <3 also any audio where he says ‘mommy’ replace that shit with mamas or even mami fuck it lmao.

there’s different ranges to how i think eren sounds. three, in fact. firstly, there’s his dominant, demanding range where he keeps you in whatever positions he’s feeling like at the moment, never allowing you do what you want because only things he allows are better. pining you down by your neck with his big hand in missionary while he strokes his dick to pound into your tight pussy, trying his best not to whine or bottom out. praising you in your ear as he lays all of his weight on your back, holding you close to him while grinding into you, telling you that ‘pussy too good to me, mamas.’ with a growl in his deep voice.

or when he’s giving you backshots but he’s holding you off the bed by pulling your arms back and your head is hanging low. he’s hissing, grunting, his eyes will roll back and he’ll toss his head to the side to watch how your pussy creams all over his dick with disbelief, becoming even more aroused than he was before. he doesn’t understand how you make that possible. eyes squinting with strands of his hair sticking to his dampened forehead, bun loosening from your frantic tugs. the clash of his hips to your ass becomes sloppier, harder at that. and it’s too much for you to take, whining and trying your best to squirm away, only to have him tsk and release one of your arms just so he can spank your pretty ass. ‘nah, you know better. don’t run away from me. be a good girl.’

secondly, his whiny, needy range. when your dropping your ass down crouched above him to ride his dick, he loses it completely. eren can never help but mold the flesh of your ass in his wide palms and drag you down with more force. whimpering underneath you the faster or even slower you fuck him. either rhythm has the man writhing and choking on his moans. pretty brown hair long around his face as his emerald eyes fixate on your face watching his. his eyebrows are frowning, his pouty bubblegum lips are separated as he gasps and tells you to ‘mm, shit. fuckin’ me s’good baby.’ then when you drop your body entirely on him from tiredness, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face there, he takes the initiative and lifts his hips to desperately fuck up into you. your cunt milks him for everything’s he’s got, and the feeling is so damn good he can’t help but tell you he loves you. tell you that ‘you’re all mine. this pussy mine. your heart is mine. say that shit to me, baby.’

and last but not least, his i don’t give a fuck range. when he’s too horny to talk, to care, if he’s mad, upset, or high, y’all just got into an argument or you made him jealous and he just really needs to feel a a sense of relief? oh, best believe he’s beating that shit raw. off the bone. what brent say? you come over here i’ll knock yo pussy out the damn frame? yeah. cause that’s how eren fucks you. rough, aggressive, choking you so you can’t do a thing but moan and claw at his stomach as he folds your knees to your ears and fucks you deep. his eyes are darker, that gorgeous shade of green no longer there. his chain is swinging in your face as he grunts in the air. his touch on your skin is sweltering, your inner thighs burning from how long he’s had you this way. he’d put his thumb in your mouth and make you suck on it while you cry about how good it hurts. or he slap his hand over your mouth and curse in your face while his eyes scroll back.

your poor little cunt is sore and puffy from the nonstop abuse. and it’s crazy how hard he fucks you because even if he’s treating you like a slut, he’s telling you a mixture of opposites. he’s the type to be like ‘such a pretty fuckin’ slut takin’ my dick like this. bet nobody else can fuck you this good, huh? n you better not fuckin’ let ‘em. i’ll kill him. swear to god i will, jus’ for you princess.’ and he’s constantly rambling because when you make him feel this fucking good he can’t SHUT. UP. he gets really cocky too, starts mocking you, will definitely degrade and praise at the same time. ‘look pretty as shit, mamas. don’t you? i’m sorry baby, daddy can’t help it. gotta fuck you like this real good. awe, it’s too much? yeah? you can take it, though. keep taking it. fuck my dick back. swallow that shit mhm. make it wetter.’ NSNSNSNSNDNDNNSNS AHHHHHHHH he’s such a shit talker bro. and he’ll laugh in your face, spit in your mouth, kiss you so sensually it don’t make senseeeee. gives immense aftercare. i love himmmm my man my man. <3

#eren x black y/n #eren smut #eren x fem!reader #eren x you #eren x black reader smut #snk smut #snk eren #eren yeager x black reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x you #☆. eren #౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝑀𝒪𝒞𝐻𝒜’𝒮 𝑀𝐼𝒩𝒟. ✧｡˚

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steve-leaning audio links

below the cut are 7 steve harrington reminiscent audio links. they will direct you to soundgasm. all links were found on r/GoneWildAudio. the usernames with each link are the creators of the audios - i do not own any of these! i recommend you search them on the subreddit if you like them and give them some love!

all works have descriptions of the contents of the link. i tried to be as thorough as possible and add any tags i think necessary that the creator didn’t already put, but i may have missed something. so please keep that in mind!

all of these audios are intended for a listener with a vagina/breasts. if phrases like “good girl” are used, they’re tagged.

please note that these audios don’t necessarily sound like steve, they just remind me of him. scenarios i could see him in if you will.

a super special thank you to @cherrychilli who posted some audios a few days ago. now i’m obsessed w them and my brain is rotting (affectionate)

you must be over 18 to interact with these works or steve dies in s5. it’s true. it’s very true

don’t fucking call me daddy by u/AugustInTheWinter - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): calling your roommate ‘daddy’ on purpose to make him mad, over and over, until he punishes you.

↳ mdom, roommates to lovers; shutting you up; bratty listener; degradation; choking; spitting; spanking; face fucking; thigh riding; prone; breeding; praise; corrupting speaker; contains sfx (wet fucking noises)

grinding on your bully’s thigh at a halloween party by u/LateNightFeels - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina); the popular girl wins a halloween costume competition, so her boyfriend makes you feel better.

↳ mdom; so mean steve coded it’s unreal; praise; degradation; thigh riding; piv; mirror sex; finger sucking; spitting; daddy kink; creampie; obviously cheating is going on in this one so be aware. it’s not heavy handed but it’s absolutely present in the dialogue.

the cute barista is actually… a hard dom? by u/Useless_Timidity - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): you go on a date with the cute barista at your local coffee shop and he wants you to be submissive for him.

↳ mdom; cute and flirty that turns into rough; degradation; kissing; condescension; spanking; consent checks!; aftercare!; this is actually really cute despite how it sounds. the speaker is very much interested in your comfort. i can imagine steve being a sexy little local barista that wants to show you a good time. yk

a lakeside evening by u/ProfessorCal_ - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): basically the title!

↳ friends to lovers; car sex; conversational; slow build-up; good girl; encouragement; love; affection; mutual pleasure; eating you out; cumming inside; slight dirty talk; this guy sounds like steve so much when he moans and whimpers and pants!!! contains sfx

pretty boy fucktoy by BloomingVA - m4f (male speaker, listener with a vagina): such a gorgeous rumblefap from a needy boy

↳ WHIMPERS!!!!; rumblefap; begging to breed; msub; overstimulation; self degradation/objectification; multiple orgasms; creampie; soooo needy it’s dizzying

your nice boyfriend ruins you by u/LateNightFeels - m4f (female speaker, listener with a vagina): your boyfriend comes home from work to find you using your new toy.

↳ mdom/pleasure dom; toys; restraints; praise; forced orgasms; nipple play; degredation; overstim; spanking; encouragement; creampie; use of ‘girl’ (good girl, atta girl); listener is called ‘puppy’; aftercare; despite the tags this is consensual!; contains sfx

teaching your friend to give you spank therapy by u/AugustInTheWinter - m4f (female speaker, listener with a vagina): sometimes you need some spank therapy to let off some steam, and your friend offers to help. it’s totally platonic.

↳ spanking; friends to lovers; really soft mdom; destressing; comfort; banter; fingering; use of ‘good girl’; praise; doggy style; ass play; creampie; kissing; affectionate; “just friends bro”; contains sfx; this guy’s like. little breathy growls are insane

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #if this makes my blog go POOF i’m not coming back fr fr

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mlm-writer · 8 months

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Test Ride Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Android!Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker (TH ver.) x Android Reader (with a robovagina) Rating: Explicit Words: 1189 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 10 - Robotfucking Note: A sequel to a piece I did for kinktober 2020. Reader is a robot and has no gender. Last time reader got a robopenis and I thought it only fair to give reader a robovagina this time. Reader's chest is unmentioned. Tags: robotfucking, unnecessary use of fancy words to make it more sci-fi, at least I don't put 'quantum' in front of everything to make it science, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, safeword ignored(?), robot tentacles as restraints, vibrating pussy, nipple play and software/hardware updates gone ' wrong'

A new HUD interface greeted you as you booted up after your last upgrade. Your physical statistics and environmental parameters were found in new places, but that mattered little. Your optics activated after a short delay, visual input now also available to you. Your creator stood before you, his lips moving, but you received no audio input. “Audio module connection failed,” you replied to whatever he said. You saw him curse, or at least that was your best prediction of what his expression conveyed. He motioned your head down. You bent at the hips, allowed him to unplug and reconnect your audio modules.

Once the cables reconnected, you could hear Peter clearly. “Please, don’t be ruined, please don’t be ruined,” he muttered to himself.

“All modules operational,” you informed him. He jumped at your voice, but let out a sigh of relief right after. “Awaiting command,” you added. As per usual after an update, Peter started poking and prodding your frame, confirming your sensory input was still operational. When he was done testing your basic functions, he dragged you to his bed.

“Program D.O.M. version V, please,” he spoke nervously. You detected an increase in heart rate and blood flow to the genitals. You confirmed the break command, as it was standard protocol, before you could execute the D.O.M. program. Once the safety protocols were satisfied, you had your digits on Peter’s clothes. You unbuttoned his flannel, revealing his pale chest underneath. There was minor bruising, but a quick scan revealed no serious injuries that were contraindications to the program. You pushed him onto the bed and started running your tongue over his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples.

Peter whimpered as you played with his chest, artificial tongue and teeth taking turns with your digits pinching his sensitive nubs. You kept track of his arousal, only stopping your onslaught once his involuntary noises got a little louder. You sat up, retracting your pelvic panel and rubbing your wet hole over Peter’s crotch. He whined as you slowly soaked through his jeans and underwear, until he could feel your wetness on his cock through his clothes. “Please, I need to be inside you,” Peter eventually moaned, his mind tethering on the edge of madness.

He was hard underneath you, so you deemed him ready for the next stage. With superhuman deftness, you removed his clothes until he was naked on the bed. His cock protruded from his body, the tip red and leaking. You wrapped a servo around his rod, stroking slowly as to tease him. When he started thrusting into the tightness, you placed your other servo on his hip, your mechanical strength counteracting his. He was forced to only take what you gave, which was exactly what he programmed you to give. It was not enough to get him even remotely close to orgasm, but the build-up was perfect to make him start begging. Once the begging got frequent enough, you proceeded on to the next stage; you mounted him, letting his cock slide into your wet and soft hole. Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as you rode him at a decent pace. “Please, give me more, I’ve been good. I will be even better, I swear.”

His moans filled the room. You took his dick all the way inside and paused on top of him. “I will grant you more. However, unpermitted orgasms will be reciprocated with punishment.” He nodded, promising he would not cum. You decreased the elasticity of your inner walls, giving him a tighter squeeze as you proceeded to ride him. Your movements were quicker than before, fully intending to make him cum without permission. Peter was moaning to the ceiling, eyes squeezed closed sometimes and other times wide open. His mouth stayed wide open, tongue peeking over his lower lip.

Just as predicted, your inner sensors detected his cum painting your inner workings. You rode him until the spurts seized. Then you planted yourself firmly on him. Tendrils extended from your body and wrapped around his appendages. “You have disobeyed my orders,” you stated as you held him down and turned on the vibrations of your inner walls. Peter wailed as his sensitive cock was forced to endure the intense vibrations. He writhed against your restraints, but not even his super strength could remove you. Just like he had begged you before to fuck him, he was now begging for your mercy. You bent your upper body, putting a servo around his throat. You put a little pressure on the blood vessels below his jaw. Tears poured down Peter’s eyes as you forced a second orgasm out of him. You detected more cum inside you as he cried out.

After his second orgasm, you ran a scan on him, the analysis showing that he had enough. You removed your servo from his throat and turned off the stimulation or at least… attempted to. “Error: deprecated code, V-module unresponsive.” You stated, your tendrils no longer retracting and your hole vibrating on and on.

“What?” Peter exclaimed, clearly in panic. You ran a diagnostic check, your hole trying to reboot by first ramping the vibrations all the way up, so it could be brought down again. Peter screamed during the process, his brain unable to process the stimulation.

The tactic worked fine, but the module got stuck again at the same level of vibrations you started at. “Tendril module interfering with V-module. Attempting tendril reboot.” Peter did not perceive a word you said. As the tendrils rebooted, they lifted up a little, Peter’s body now hanging in the air except for his pelvis, where you still sat, vibrating his cock.

Peter cried, feeling like his brain had melted away from the intense pleasure. “Stark! Stark!” He screamed the break command. You tried to terminate the program immediately, but the backlog of reboots and diagnostic checks made it impossible. Your creator, against your predictions, came again, barely a drop of cum leaving him. He kept screaming, trying to get through to you. Just after his third orgasm, you regained control of the tendrils. In a flash, they were retracted and you uncoupled the module for now.

Peter’s cock was gradually turning limp inside of you. The poor boy was hoarse from screaming. Without the tendrils, you regained full control, the vibrations stopping instantly. “Thank you, thank you,” Peter whispered over and over as you lifted your frame off him.

“Program D.O.M. paused,” you stated, “do you wish to continue after a delay or shall I proceed with aftercare protocols?”

Peter laid starfish-style on the bed. His chest was heaving. He could use some aftercare, but it was hard to trust you right now. “Terminate the program all together,” he groaned, “initiate shutdown.” A second later, he was met with the sound of your vents shutting down and your pelvic plate closing to protect what was behind it. He was left in silence. As far as updates went, it still wasn’t as bad as that time Windows went from XP to Vista. He counted it as a win.

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ripcupid · 1 year

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Good Girl - Joel Miller

➤ Joel wants to ruin you for the man who doesn’t deserve you aka your bf cheats and you fuck Joel. ➤the audio that inspired me got taken down 😢 (I need to be sedated)

You don’t know how you got here.

You’re leaning back Joel’s chest, his fingers rubbing your cunt so painfully slowly as he leaves soft kisses at your neck, his beard rubbing your skin till it’s tender. The embarrassing obscene sounds of your cunt fill the room as he whispers in your ear, his voice gruff and low as he speaks.

What you do remember is coming over to Joel’s room, crying about how your boyfriend cheated and left you alone. He held your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears staining your cheeks. You looked up at him with such big tear-filled eyes and he couldn’t help but softly kiss your trembling lips, telling you not to worry as he strokes your hair.

You rest your head on his chest, the clean scent of his shirt indicating he just changed for the night. You feel a ping of guilt for interrupting his night but couldn’t help clutching onto his shirt, wanting him even closer. Joel pulls your head away, holding your neck brushing his thumb against your jaw as he kisses your forehead. You look up at him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your body as he coddles you in his

Later…

His hand carefully slipped into the front of your pants making you gasp against his lips. “Does he ever touch you like this,” he whispers, holding your jaw to keep your eyes on him. You shake your head, making him coo softly, “Poor baby.” He teased your clit through the fabric of your underwear until your knees buckled, holding onto his shirt for stability. He slipped out his hand making you whine pathetically, begging him sweetly to bring his hand back. Joel shushed you with a kiss, pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion. He walked you over to his bed, pulling your back against his chest.

Making you end up here.

“Do you feel better, Princess,” he asks softly, his eyes fixed on your cunt, “ya like it when I play with your pussy, huh?” You drop your head on his shoulder, whining as he continues to play with your cunt. Your head was spinning and fuzzy, drunk on the feeling of his fingers rubbing with your swollen clit, barely managing a response before Joel chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, baby, just focus on me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You let out a whimper, feeling his lips kiss over the sensitive marks he left behind.

“Joel, please want you,” you babble, tears brimming your eyes, your voice cracking with need, growing frustrated with his teasing, “I need you inside me, please.”

“Not yet, I don’t wanna rush,” Joel captures your lips in a searing kiss, “just wanna take care of you.” You nod as he slides his hand up to your neck, gently squeezing it. Joel continues to kiss you passionately as his fingers move down to your entrance, teasing you with slow circles. You moan into his mouth, feeling yourself clench around nothing. You can't help but arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him. He pulls away from the kiss and looks into your teary eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “You want me, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and husky as he continues to tease you with slow circles on your clit.

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation, "So bad, Joel." He slides his fingers inside you, making you moan. You gasp in pleasure and grab into his forearm, your nails digging into his skin. Joel smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. "You're so wet for me," he whispers, adding another finger, keeping his palm pressed against your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but he suddenly stops and pulls away, you let out a frustrated whimper.

He whispers in your ear, “Just be a good girl for me,” bringing his fingers to your lips. You obediently open your mouth and suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on his skin. Joel watches as you clamp your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache between them. He sliding his fingers further down your throat, relishing in the way you gag around him. “Such a pretty girl,” he praises as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He slowly removes his fingers from your mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting them to your lips as you try to control your breathing.

You whine at the loss of him but he shushes you before leaning in to kiss you deeply, his lips hungrily seeking the taste of you. His now wet fingers trail down your chest, circling and pinching your nipples through your shirt, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You squirm in his lap, your hips bucking into the air trying to catch any sort of friction to your aching center. His free hand slides down to grasp your thigh, squeezing it firmly as he continues to tease and play with your tits, leaving a squirming mess.

"Spread your legs f'me," he growls in your ear, and you comply eagerly, desperate for his touch again. He leans in to whisper in your ear, "You want me to touch you here, don't ya?" You whimper in response, unable to form words as his fingers trail lightly over your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you need him most. "Use your words, baby," he coaxes, his breath hot against your neck, "Tell me what you want."

You look down at his hand, desperately wanting him to move it just a little higher, "Please, touch me there," you moan, arching your hips towards him. With a smirk, he slides his middle finger through your slit, dragging it over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You grind against the length of his finger. Your breath hitches as he circles your clit making you squirm and accidentally push back on his aching erection. He groans in response, his free hand gripping your thigh tightly, spreading you wider for him. He plunges two fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. You grab onto his bicep, digging your nails into his skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

"Don't stop, please," you plead, tears falling from your eyes as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. Joel kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, "I won't, not when you're takin' it so well, Princess." Your thighs tremble with pleasure as he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You moan his name, unable to hold back any longer as you reach your peak. Joel continues to move his fingers, drawing out your orgasm until you're left gasping, trying to push him away from overstimulation.

Finally, he removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean while you turn in his lap, your thighs still trembling. Joel grabs your chin and pulls you to his lips, much softer than before. “Such a sweet girl, taste so good” he mutters, wiping away the small tears on your cheek.

You start to kiss his neck, eagerly reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He groans in approval, moving his hand to your hips. You pull his shirt off revealing his toned chest. You run your hands down his chest, trailing down to his belt buckle, and begin to undo it. Joel holds your neck gently, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You tug down his pants and boxer just enough to reveal his hard length. He pulls you on top of him, and you straddle his hips, feeling his hardness pressing against you. You whimper as he guides you down onto him, filling you completely. You wrap your arms around his neck, whining softly as he begins to move inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Look at me, Princess," he whispers, and you open your eyes to meet his soft gaze. The sensation of him inside you is overwhelming as you lift your hips higher, hitting a spot that makes you gasp before sinking back down. You can feel the tension building up inside you again, and you arch your back, pressing your chest against his. "That's it, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire as you fuck yourself on his cock. He pulls your hand to your clit, urging you to touch yourself. He leans in to kiss you deeply, swallowing each of your whines. "I want you to come on my cock," he breathes against your lips, eyes locked on yours. You nod, panting heavily as you continue to ride him.Your fingers circle your clit, clenching around Joel making him groan and drop his head back.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of your bodies. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and with one final thrust, you come undone around him, crying out his name. Joel follows shortly after, his body tensing beneath you as he releases inside of you. You collapse onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Joel wraps his arms around you, stroking your back and hair. "I'm so sorry he did that to you."

You laugh into his chest, "I almost forgot about him, you're a great distraction." Joel chuckles and kisses the top of your head, "Well I'm glad to help but let's get you cleaned up," he says tapping your thigh, signaling for you to get up. You follow him to the bathroom where he starts running the water in the tub. "You can relax here while I grab some towels and a change of clothes for you," he says before leaving the room but not before giving you one last kiss on the forehead.

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carnivorousyandeere · 7 months

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can we maybe get a full fic of Dorian and dominant asmrtist darling who's actually submissive

Dorian + Submissive ASMRtist Darling

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: not super explicit but still vaguely smutty, recording without Darling’s knowledge, themes of voyeurism

Info: subby gn Darling

Dorian can’t stand it.

You and he both know what you do for a living. He’s your biggest supporter, after all. He thought having that acceptance from him, and financial security, would make you feel more comfortable.

And yet, you seem more nervous than ever in his presence. How is it that he has failed to end up on the domineering receiving end of that fire of yours? That wonderful voice of yours, and the expressions he’s always imagined go with it— everything from an encouraging soft dom smile, to a condescending sneer, to a cold expectant look.

Why is it that he can only catch those expressions through a peephole in the wall as you record? How long will it take for you to crack and take him? Is he not giving you enough money? Is he not performing the role of a needy submissive well enough for you? Is he not your type? Do you hate him?

Dorian’s usually not the boldest, but his patience has its limits. He interrupts one of your recordings, knocking on the door. You don’t answer, perhaps hoping he’ll walk away, but no such luck.

Dorian swings the door open gently. “Knock knock. What are you working on today?”

“Uhhh…” you look like a deer in headlights, eloquence gone and voice small. You turn off your recording. He tamps down his disappointment—part of him was hoping you’d get angry at his intrusion on your work. “Just… you know, an audio… found a new script, and… wanted… to give it a try?”

He can’t deny that your uncertainty is a bit cute. “What kind of script?”

You swallow and look away, embarrassed. “It’s… a little spicy. Um, a… dom speaker getting possessive at a party….”

“Oh?” Dorian steps closer, leaning against your desk and almost bumping into your mic. He notices your eyes widen with panic, fingers stretching out with the need to protect the equipment, but stopping just short of making contact with his arm. He sighs. You wither a little at the sound.

“You know…” he muses, turning to face you more fully, “I am a little surprised. You seem so much different in person than in your recordings… I know you’re an actor, but your performances are just so damn convincing.”

You laugh nervously. “Thank you for saying so… I really try my best. It’s… not always easy to act in a way that doesn’t feel natural.”

“Not natural?” His fingers pause where they’d been running over the smooth surface of your desk. “How so?”

“W-well…” now you’re truly flustered. Excitement wells in Dorian’s gut. It might not be what he expected, but damn if the real you isn’t all the better. He reaches over and cages you in against the desk. You swallow harshly as Dorian reaches up and traces your throat reverently, smoothing his fingers over your voice box and sliding them over to feel your hummingbird pulse. “Tell me. Use that lovely voice of yours.”

You let out a choked noise, clearing your throat and blinking out the foggy look in your eyes. “…I’m… actually… uh, not a… very dominant person…”

Dorian hums thoughtfully. “Why bother with acting the part of a dominant, then? You sound so lovely right now, so flustered and shy…”

You squirm. “I-it’s just what my listeners prefer…”

“Listeners?” Dorian’s eyes darken. They look, for all the world, like roiling storm clouds. A shiver runs down your back, the same shiver you get before rain comes.

“The only listener,” he leans in and nips harshly at your neck just over his hand, “you should be worried about… is me.”

You whimper, trembling in his grasp. Dorian bites you again, harder, just to feel you jerk in his hold and hear that pretty gasp of yours. Maybe it is better that he’ll be the only one to get to hear you like this. The thought of other people listening to you makes his skin crawl. Dorian kisses you, swallowing your sounds down greedily as he touches you through your clothes, and then slides his hand past your underwear.

He’s going to take you apart piece by piece and hear every sound you have to offer, and when you’re all fucked out and stupid in the studio, he’s going to save the recording of your time together on a flash drive and delete it from his computer. Of course you didn’t notice him turn the microphone back on, did you?

He’ll have to add a camera to the room for good measure next time…

#mail 📬#oc Dorian #yandere patron of the arts #yandere dilf #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #mdni #nsft #yandere smut

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hoonslutt · 1 year

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have you ever done hybrid jay in heat?

Hybrid!jay in heat

| PAUSE!! If you don’t like this kind of thing PLEASE SKIP!! |

CatHybrid!Jay always rubs his head on you’re lap when he has a hard day but during his heat it’s 24/7 and he does this because he loves how when he lays his head in your lap, your hands go straight to his ears to scratch and starts petting his head.

CatHybrid!Jay being so clingy when you’re away just for the work day spamming you with calls and messages but not your regular calls and messages more like whimper audios and nudes/dick pics. ‘Please y/n need you so bad please come home already baby’ and thank goodness your sound wasn’t all the way up.

CatHybrid!Jay putting you into various different positions so he can make you take his thick length even better. He will literally have you in splits one leg on his shoulder and the other on his hand both hands on the side of your head as he pounds into you so deep. ‘Fuck baby you’re taking me so well just taking it so good’

CatHybrid!Jay being a breeder. He has too.. he thinks you would just look so pretty with a belly full of his kids. He loves it when his cum is spilling out of you and he latched his mouth onto your heat so he can clean you up. Jay is not a messy guy but when you just look so good he doesn’t care if he gets dirty as long as you cum again he is fine.

I made him into a cat hybrid sorry y’al! My inspo came from @heesbaby ‘More than this’! I hope you guys liked it and I apologize if not! As always feedback is always welcome and appreciated! Love ya!!🫶🏼💕

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montysstuffs · 2 years

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The boys and their kinks 💕

AN: I literally did this in an hour. There’s probably so many mistakes. I’m sorry. Y’all don’t kill me, but I think Nick is an absolute sleaze ball. Y’all saw how rough he was being with our girl Abi! I know Dylan’s isn’t that long and I do apologize. I’ll write more next time!

TW: breeding kink, dacryphilia, body worship, sensory deprivation, humiliation, public play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, edging, overstimulation, role reversal.

Ryan: He’s my bias, you guys. I love him and will not accept any criticism of him.

Body worship: It goes two ways with him. He’s so touch starved (more than he would like to admit). If you kiss him unexpectedly, his mood will instantly change. He wants to touch every inch of you. He grabs hungrily at the fat of your thighs and ass. The shy demeanor completely melting away when you two are alone. Or better yet, dragging your fingernails slowly against his skin, or under his shirt. Makes our sweet boy feral. Sensory deprivation maybe): He wants you to be tied down and blindfolded while you listen to an erotic audio. You bare all to him. This is what he likes the most. None of the fleeting glances. Not undressing you with his eyes. Just you spread eagle and waiting for him. Anticipating his every move. He finally got to look at you in all of your glory. He can’t help himself but to reach out and touch you. His fingertips grazing over your soft belly, towards your hips. He mind softly as your breath hitches. His reaction is to pinch softly at the rolls there. Savoring every whimper you have. He can feel your body heat up in embarrassment. Smiling to himself, he whispers, “it’s okay baby. I’ll take good care of you.” Knowing you can’t hear him was the best part. He could say every obscenity that has ever crossed his mind about you, and you wouldn’t have a clue. Breeding kink: He just can’t help himself. The way you’re panting and moaning under him only makes him want it even more. Besides, you’re so good with kids. A warmth spreads across his body when you are doing activities with the kids. That’s why he’s got you on your back, lookin up at him with those pretty eyes. Tell him that you love him. That he’s so good. As soon as he hears the magic words, he’ll give you every last drop. That’s the ticket

Nick: (y’all when he got bit by a werewolf and became toxic! mean.) He’s an absolute sleaze ball. Literally asks you what kinda panties you’re wearing.

Degrading/praise: This man is so FUCKING VULGAR

“Don’t you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you. I wanna see you make those slutty faces while fuck you.

“Atta girl, take daddy just like that. Let daddy use this body” he has those big hands that cup your face lovingly while his cock splits you open.

Dacryphilia: His favorite position is missionary, so he can see how broken his princess is. It’s quite bittersweet, how he’s so lovingly calling you sweet names. And yet he’s getting his fill of you. It’s almost too much: A perverse smirk crosses his face as he rails into you. Your sniveling was getting him closer and closer to his peak. Your overstimulation resulting in tears should have made him pull away. The tears welling up in your eyes should’ve made him ask what was wrong. But until he hears that safe word, he’ll lick up those tears for you. (Maybe even call you a crybaby while he’s at it). Humiliation: he’s a bit possessive of his territory. possessive boyfriend Nick who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum. He’s always stealing your panties when he does so, too. He’s an absolute degenerate. Loves to get a reaction out of his shy girl. Will go as far as pulling you over to the nearest, sturdiest tree, and hiking your skirt/dress up. It’s in the middle of the night, so there’s no chance of anyone catching you. But that doesn’t make it any less exciting. Though, the other counselors may have an idea when you come back to the lodge with

Jacob: I know y’all saw him in that little ass crop top 🥵🥵🥵🥵 and those little ass hoochie daddy shorts. I could just eat him up 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Public play: Has no qualms with taking you anywhere. It’s more of the thought that any of the counselors could hear you, that turns him on. He’ll put his fingers in your mouth to “attempt” to silence you. But you both know that he wants everyone to hear. Role-reversal (I guess?): basically, he loves being topped. He’s already so emotionally vulnerable, but when he’s physically vulnerable like this, he’s in heaven. He loves when you put all of your weight on him when you slam down your hips. Loves how your head is thrown back, revealing your beautiful neck. His first thought is to leave you with so many love bites.

Dylan

I headcanon him to be the biggest sub.

Praise kink: Baby honestly just wants a bit of validation. Tell him how good he’s making you feel. How cute and pretty he is when he’s all flustered and needy for your touches and kisses. Every sarcastic comment flying out of his head once you get him alone. Edging: he loves both giving AND receiving the edging. Keep giving him all your lovin until the last minute, then deny this sweet boy his release. Overstimulation: Right after you allow him his release, milk him for everything he’s worth. His salty tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his heaving chest is what sets you over the edge.

#ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #nick furcillo #jacob custos #ryan erzhaler smut #dylan lenivy smut #nick furcillo smut #Jacob custos smut #the quarry #supermassive games #the quarry smut #Ryan erzhaler x reader #nick furcillo x reader #Jacob custos x reader #Dylan lenivy x reader #miles robbins #justice smith #zach tinker #evan evagora

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sleeby-anon · 5 months

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Hello, have you missed me?

I’m writing a little Drabble in honor of Vienna’s daily thingamabob’s this is written on my phone, I’ve worked 2 six hour shifts and it’s 1 am. So if this is shit please lie to me. A little simpbur for you all.

Warnings: simpbur is a creep, derogation, humiliation, doming reader, submitting simpbur, little pervish behavior but it’s not gonna be too long.

You can almost feel his brown-eyed stare from across the room. It’s almost undressing you, pinning you under his gaze, like a butterfly with its wings pinned.

You can’t see him though. It’s not like you expected to see him—he’s a short thing but somehow it’s like he can always find you, pinning you, undressing you staring are your naked wing—you feel a hand cautiously slipping around your waist.

You turn and find his brown eyed gaze drinking you in.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” His voice is incredibly shy for someone being so bold as to wrap a hand around your waist.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” You turn and face him, the hand around your waist now holding your lower back close. It was dirty.

“I—got invited.” His face was blooming several shades of red as he tried to sound a little more confident. It was incredibly transparent.

It felt cruel to play with him like this—you knew he liked you, it was so obvious it was almost pathetic, but you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed playing with your food. Especially when he made it so easy.

“Invited?” You asked leaning in close, your noses barely touching. “We both know damn well you weren’t invited here Wilbur.” You kept your challenging stare intact with his, forcing him to watch you instead of leaning in and closing the gap.

“Um—“

“In fact—the only way you could have known about it—“ you started, leaning close to his ear and whispering, “—is if you had been looking through my texts you pathetic little perv.” You pulled away and immediately felt his erection pressing against your leg. You looked at him with a dark and satisfied grin.

The poor boy was even more flushed, and he couldn’t seem to make a decision about what he wanted to do. Let you go, or hold you closer.

Maybe if you tried you might be able to get him to fuck you.

You pressed your thigh closer to his hard-on and his breath hitched.

“Come on then, don’t you want me? Don’t you need me?”

“I do—god I—“His eyes widened, the realization clear on his face-and that made him turn redder.

You knew the derogatory words were a massive turn on for him—he had sent you multiple voice audio through discord—only to have them almost immediately deleted—whimpering and moaning about he was misbehaving, being such a fucking pervert, he wanted you—needed you, and by god was it fascinating that the guy you had only talked to irl a handful of times was this into you.

He trembled a little, fear, humiliation, excitement—and you figured you better throw him a bone. You ran your hands up his arms, feather-light finger touches before finding their place in his hair, and tugging lightly. You leaned back into his ear.

“C’mon don’t you want me? I think you’d look really pretty underneath me as I ride you, or would you want to fuck me instead? Having me all blissed out under you?” Your dirty words had his hand on your lower back gripping you a little tighter.

“If I’d let you that is—or maybe you’d want me to suck you off? Give you a handjob? Or ride my thighs? I’m giving you options here Wilbur, pick something.”

“—Do I only get one?” He finally uttered, his breathing hitched, his hard-on nearly digging into your thigh. You grinned, your work completed.

“You get one.” You began, slowly guiding him to a more secluded area. “To start with.”.

#wilbur soot x reader #sleeby anon #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fanfiction #suggestive

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sukugo · 1 year

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thinking about anakin-posting-thirst-traps-on-tumblr dream, i have more thoughts!

what if anakin one day decides to record himself as he fucks himself on a dildo and, being the dumb, reckless teen he is (who was absolutely taught holonet safety, but nonetheless ignores it), shares it online.

and while i love the scenario where obi-wan finds the video and immediately realizes it's anakin. and it fucks him up

there’s a second scenario im really into (kinda unlikely bc i feel obi-wan would be able to tell anakin apart from a strand of hair, really, BUT for the sake of the idea, let’s IGNORE THAT) where obi-wan browsing galactic pornhub, comes across a camboy. he’s a human jedi padawan. he doesn't show his face.

and while obi-wan usu just ignores the jedi category that stares so blaringly at him, and who considers himself above watching jedi padawan porn, of all things.

he can't stop looking at this one. he finds himself so unusually attracted to him.

bc he looks so much like anakin.

his physique is so similar to what he imagines anakin's to be under his thick, loose robes.

and while he doesn't show his face. there's sometimes a few blond hairs peeking from the back of his neck.

and. his padawan braid. the wretched, alluring thing has a shade so similar to anakin’s, falls at his heaving chest so titillatingly, bounces as the boy's hand moves to thrust the dildo in and out of his hole

and it's such a stupid video. doesn’t even have that many views. obi-wan doesn't even know how he came across it. the title is literally something like ‘vid 1’

and the boy is not even that experienced. his hands are clumsy, and they blunder and shake while he strokes his small dick, rubs the tip with the base of his palm.

he's awkward and gangly and the videos don't even have audio in them. which is pathetic really, obi-wan is getting off to the stupidest, shittiest amateur porn vids that don’t even have sound. no moans, no grunts or whimpers, which would at least make the videos somewhat alright.

still. obi-wan has never felt himself come as fast as he has to those vids. has never gotten so hot with anything like he has with that boy’s vids.

and he knows. he knows. he knows why.

so yes, they may not have any audio, but he does fill in the sounds. with the voice of his padawan. imagines them to be similar to when they spar and anakin growls at his saber. or the content moans when he eats his favorite treats. he fills them in. his mind does, unconsciously. and so perfectly.

and so, obi-wan becomes a regular watcher of the boy's. checks for new videos everyday. waits and hopes for more.

(he even notices the way he does get slightly better at pleasuring himself through each video he uploads. though he never loses the boyish impatience, the desperation, the awkwardness)

it becomes obi-wan's guilty pleasure. the only way for him to somewhat satiate the ill desire that burns inside him

#BOY THAT'S UR PADAWAN U'RE GETTING OFF TO #sdfjhfkjsdf what's the thing? out of the frying pan into the fire lmaoooo #obi-wan: hmm i can't masturbte to thoughts of anakin. perhaps i should watch p.orn instead #obi-wan: ends up literally masturbting to VIDEOS of anakin instead #why's anakin posting vids of himself on galactic pornhub? idk that's none of our business #sw #obikin #ns4w #f.txt #i like the idea of obi-wan feeling like he’s cheating on anakin somehow. which makes no sense.#considering his feelings for anakin remain such an enclosed part of him. and anakin doesn’t know them #much less are they actually in a relationship.

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pup trainer [jan ‘24]

“I’d love to see you in your pup mask tonight.”

This came as something of a surprise. My profile picture was me wearing my neoprene puppy hood. Not because it’s a big kink for me or anything, just because it looked hot and I didn’t want my face on the grid. You have to click into my profile to see my human self. It’s not a big deal and I know my exes would recognize the hood anyway…but it just makes me feel a little better.

But still. Although the photo draws a lot of comment, it’s rare anyone wants to actually play with my pup self. I was intrigued.

I reluctantly admitted I couldn’t play in certain ways that week. “I don’t mind a mess,” was the matter of fact response. Okay. Point to him. I mind (which I tell him), but I like that he doesn’t.

He countered with a suggestion that I could simply suck his cock. I sort of scoffed, telling him that I don’t normally go for the kinda encounters I get so little out of.

He offered to rub my pussy - over my pants if I preferred - and scratch my back and behind my ears.

And he sends me a photo. A bathroom mirror selfie of a handsome older guy in a suit. Shaved head, bearded. Very much My Type.

Before I can reply, his next message arrives: “Be man’s best friend.”

“Belly rubs too?” Hey, negotiations go both ways…

“Of course.”

And then he sends me an audio clip. It’s exactly six seconds long. His voice makes me squirm when I press play and hear sweet, enthusiastic encouragement: “C’mon, be a good boy. Be a good dog.”

I bit back an actual whimper. My brain was running a hundred miles a minute. It was 4:30 in the morning; I had only woken up because my dog needed to go pee. But this guy had all my attention.

We quickly negotiated a plan, and I hurriedly got dressed and headed outside to wait in my car. He parked in front of me and got out to open the back door. I hopped out of my own car and into the backseat of his SUV, with its dark tinted windows.

I had been too shy to put my hood on but I’d worn my collar. When I’d sent him the photo he had noticed my name tag immediately and begun to use my pup name. He did so again now, murmuring, “Good boy, Glacier,” as he stroked a hand over my back. He helped me take off my coat and my sweater, and let his hands roam over me as he praised me. I blushed and whimpered and leaned into his touches.

Eventually I let myself get brave enough to paw at his thigh. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, and I eagerly got my mouth on it. He moaned his appreciation of my oral skills while his big hands alternated between stroking my hair and rubbing between my legs, occasionally scratching behind my ears and holding me down a little.

He told me to get up on the seat and sit pretty like a good pup waiting for a treat. I knelt on the backseat next to him, watching with wide eyes as he jerked himself off. He told me to get my mouth back on him and I obeyed eagerly, swallowing his cum and mentally noting in a detached sort of way that I’d enjoyed that a lot more than I usually did.

“What a good boy Glacier. Yes you were. Lay down for a bit, pup.” I happily laid my head against his furry thigh and stretched out across the seat a little. He stroked my head and down along my back, and I let my eyes drift closed. I felt utterly content.

Eventually he breaks the silence to ask me a question, and as I clear my throat to answer I realize it’s the first time I’ve spoken since I got into his car.

He gives me his number and tells me to text anytime.

I text him later to thank him, and to apologize for having been too shy to put my hood on. He tells me next time.

“We’ll resume where we left off. But you in your pup hood and nothing else. I want to hear you whimper and howl for me.”

#bd/sm puppy #ftm puppy #pup pl4y #puppy sub #gay pup #pup trainer Dom

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Morning cuddles with Roman burki! You’re just about to wake up when you feel his hand starts wandering on your body and brings himself closer to you. Starts putting light kisses on your neck, shoulder. When you’re about to get turn on, you hear your daughter’s crying on babyphone. You both disappointed but he goes to look to her then brings her to bed and all him being funny and making your daughter giggle just make you fall for him more 🥺

I'VE MISSED THIS MAN.

The house, for the first time in what feels like forever, is quiet as you begin to come around and out of your deep sleep. Usually, you’ve barely had a moment to feel the softness of the bed and stretch out your limbs before there’s the sound of a baby cry or you can hear Roman going about his morning as quietly as he can.

The sigh that comes from you is a long and quiet one but it’s enough to be picked up by the body beside you. If the bed dipping as his weight shifts on the soft mattress, the light burn of his facial hair against your skin or the way his arm snakes over your belly wasn’t enough of an indication that your boyfriend was awake, the hot and heavy thudding against your lower back from a certain part of him would be a give away.

“You haven’t given me a moment to open my eyes,” you grumble, but the annoyance you hoped would be there isn’t.

“Then why are you already opening these beautiful thighs of yours for me?” he asks as his hand begins to stroke over your soft skin. Light, disgustingly light, kisses are pressed against your skin and a hint of teeth scrape over you in such a way, you can’t help but let out a delicate whimper.

Busted.

But if he was being unapologetically horny, then so will you.

You turn your body ever so slightly, rubbing your ass against the thick swell of his morning glory to give him a better access to both between your thighs and enable his other hand to begin to snake its way to you-

He pauses, fingers dangerously close to where you need them to be at the sound of soft morning cries coming through the baby monitor. One slow lingering open mouth kiss is placed at your shoulder as he listens to see if another cry comes. Sometimes, your daughter will cry in her sleep but fall silent quickly but today is not that morning.

“No, no, no, no,” you repeat, turning in a pathetic haste to try and stop him as he begins to pull his body from away from you. “Stay. We can be quick, we can be quick” you’re clawing at the air with each movement you make, he’s quicker - making it so that you miss him by millimetres as you try to follow him around the bed.

“I don’t want to be quick. All of your pregnancy was quickies.” he stands at the bottom of the bed, a smirk sculpting his beautiful lips before he’s leaning forward, hands filling themselves with your ankles and he’s pulling you forward until he’s standing between your thighs, pulling your legs up to his waist as he leans forward and covers your body with his. “And when I have you later, it won’t be quick but it will be worth it,” he whispers, lips rubbing over yours before catching your bottom lip between his teeth and giving a gentle bite.

The growl that sounds in your throat makes him grin and your efforts to keep him where he is is futile. He pulls away as though you’re made of paper, leaving you half hanging from the bed and very sexually frustrated.

Your little one’s cries begin to grow louder now as she worries she may be alone but the quiet humming from Roman as he approaches is picked up by the audio.

“Hey! Hey, good morning beautiful,” he says softly and her crying begins to quieten already as he begins to shush her. You can picture him holding her close to his chest, one hand cupping her nappy while the other gently holds the back of her head as he bounces her gently. It takes little to no time for Roman to soothe her, and by the time he’s walking back into the bedroom, he’s already getting big smiles from her.

“I hate how easily you have the women in this household wrapped around your finger.” You comment, pushing your way back up the bed until your head rests against your pillow again and turn on your side as the two of them get on the bed.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Roman comments, eyebrow raised at you before he turns his attention back to the little one. He lifts both of her tiny feet up and pretends to gobble them up one at a time, and when her gummy smile appears and her laughter fills the air, you couldn’t think of anyone else who you’d rather be waking up to like this.

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#roman burki one shot roman burki imagine roman burki blurb #roman burki drabble #roman burki fanfic #roman burki fanfiction #football one shot #football imagine #football blurb #football drabble #football fanfic #football fanfiction

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innately-cynical · 2 years

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Okay so, Imperium!Vincent has had me in a chokehold since the very first audio this month. That man’s living rent free in my head like a damn parasite. Idk if I’ll ever expand on it but I had to get my thoughts on the page. It’s very stream of consciousness, character study-ish. Under the cut is a (spoiler free) snippet of what I imagine Lovely’s time might have looked like w Imp!Vincent. (This is rather dark - Mentions of blood loss, non-consensual feeding)

“It’s all about intension.” They’d felt him drawl against their throat once,”I can make you feel so good. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Isn’t it better to be a thrall, thoughtless and stupid with pleasure, than a suffering whelp?” They remember the way their breath hitched at the beginning, cheeks constantly damp with tears that seemed to be in endless supply. The way they shook in his arms. He insisted on holding them close, crushing them to himself in a cruel mockery of intimacy. It seemed so long ago. The memory hazy around the edges, how they experienced most things now. The constant anemia stealing away their clarity.

“But I could make it hurt, too, if I wanted.” They felt Vincent’s voice drop low, full of malice and gravel. They felt his needle sharp fangs catch at their tender skin as he smirked, running his tongue over one of the many raised scars he’d left behind, “So I suggest you be good for me, blood bag. Don’t give me a reason to make it hurt, hm?”

His hand was cold as it gripped their chin tight, fingers digging harshly into their cheeks. He forced them to meet his gaze with a jerk of his wrist. Pain shot down their neck as glassy eyes met sharp, frigid silver. Vincent rarely tranced them but they truly never knew what to expect. He liked to say he had other ways to control them, make them do what he wanted without wasting magic. He liked to say a lot of things. The only sound Vincent seemed to like more than the broken whimpers that fell from Lovely’s mouth was the sound of his own voice. He was constantly cooing, degrading, soothing, threatening. His voice penetrated their thoughts as if through deep, deep water. Swimming and echoing in their subconscious more than their own.

Lovely couldn’t quite place when they stopped fighting back, when they finally gave into that voice in their head that told them it was easier to be pliant and docile and just let it all happen. When his voice in their head overtook their own.

#redacted asmr #redacted lovely #redacted vincent #imperium!vincent #Imp!vincent #Imp!lovely #redactedverse #redacted audio #I guess you could call it a character study?

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childofaura · 1 year

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Ok I thought I was gonna be making one nitpicky rant about TLoU show deaths but

I guess I’m actually making two. Because I saw another death and while I find there was nothing broadly wrong with it, there was some cinematic choices that drove me bonkers that I just wanna stress over.

So the rest will be under the cut, but for starters, this is about Sarah and Tess

Ok so Sarah isn’t really the meat of this rant, but I do want to talk about her death scene in the show because several things about it had bugged me. And please, I’m not really here to talk about the race swap. Overall I think it’s a little sus, moreso because the actress is the daughter of one of the executives of the show; so it suspiciously indicates nepotism. But the actress herself actually managed to do a pretty great job for Sarah’s death so really I couldn’t give a shit. ANYWAYS, the show’s death. What bugged me about it was the fact that there were CUTS while Joel is trying to comfort her and struggling to pick her up. The beauty of the cinematic choice in the game, where it turns into one continuous shot the moment Joel crawls over to Sarah, is that it inherently puts us in that moment with Joel, and by panning the camera over instead of cutting each time, it really shows how Sarah is right at death’s door, like you can HEAR the exact moment that she cries her last little whimper and just... goes quiet, right when the camera pans towards Tommy’s face. The problem with having scene cuts is that it drags the scene out in such an awkward way. Plus, Sarah’s still actively crying while Joel is screaming for Tommy to help him, and then the moment it cuts to Tommy the audio just cuts out very clumsily. As it cuts back to Joel Sarah’s just already dead, and additionally it makes no sense for Tommy to call to Joel to have him realize Sarah’s dead when she was still screaming and crying right as the camera cut. And then additionally, I’m not fond of the addition of Tommy saying Joel’s name, it feels almost... cold and detached. Like the tone of that line is “Joel she’s dead, it’s too late”. Whereas in the game, he’s moving towards Joel and Sarah and he’s in so much shock because he’s watching his niece dying in a crying, bloody mess.

So long story short, nothing wrong with the scene itself (though I gotta say I don’t think I’m a fan of Pedro Pascal’s line deliveries while he’s trying to stop Sarah’s bleeding. That’s less of a “one’s better than the other” and more of “that’s just my opinion that the emotion of the line delivery in the game was better”). Scene stayed true to the game.

But ohhh, OHHHH, you wanna know which death REALLY ruffled my feathers? Tess. Tess’ death was done so damn dirty in the show compared to the game (and side note, I hate the change to Tess’s character design. I loved the short hair held up by the headband, and I loved the short sleeves that showed her arms). I think by changing the entire death in the show, you take away from the character herself, and let me explain how.

In the game, they get to the Firefly meeting place, the Fireflies have been wiped out, and we find out Tess has been bitten. The military shows up, and Tess tells Joel that she’ll buy them some time and convinces both him and Ellie to leave. And the IMPORTANCE of her line “I WILL NOT turn into one of those things!”, which I’ll talk about. Joel and Ellie leave, Tess composes herself and gets ready to fight the soldiers. As you leave, you hear gunshots and hear Tess scream, and you find out she took out two soldiers; there was six guys and Tess took down two of them. This death is a perfect encapsulation of Tess’ character: resilient, stubborn, tough-as-nails, takes matters into her own hands. That is a death that treats the character with respect and actually plays into the character’s personality. It FITS. Tess is a woman whose life, her choices, it’s all in her hands and she will do what SHE wants to do.

In the TV show, they get to the Firefly meeting place, the Fireflies were killed by infected, and everything still plays out the same with Tess’ infection reveal (and I gotta say I’m not a fan of the dialogue choices nor am I a fan of the fact they tried to heavy-handedly push how Joel and Tess are a couple with the cuddling scene, whereas in the game the ambiguity of their relationship plays better into that final scene. I like the “Look, there’s enough here that you have to feel some sort of obligation to me” way more). Joel hears the infected, Tess starts tipping over some gasoline and grenades, and Joel and Ellie leave. Tess is panicking and frightened as the infected approach and flood in while trying to light the lighter, and then the BULLSHIT. The FUCKING KISS from the infected. And no I don’t wanna hear any ‘bUT it’S NoT A kISS, iT’S INfeCTiNg HEr’ excuses. It’s a fucking kiss disguised under the thin veneer of being some cool new infected lore, and it changes the entire death from a defiant last stance to a creepy, voyeuristic scene that’s going for a cringe-out factor. Like... Sure, you COULD explore that method of infection, it COULD be a neat behavior that we haven’t seen before.

But you don’t do that for Tess. She’s the wrong character to explore that with, and the show better actually try to stay consistent and show that again if people are gonna use the excuse of that scene being necessary. And the reason why it bugs me so much is because Tess, despite her short time in the story, is such a poignant character. She’s Joel’s partner, she’s OUR first partner. Taking that power out of her hands, putting her in this freaky powerless position where it’s like she’s being taken advantage of, does not compliment the character, especially when the death is a very easy to pull off trick that only solely relied on the lighter not working for cheap tension. If you wanted to give us a tense action scene, they could have actually shown us the Tess gunfight scene from her perspective, maybe give her one or two more kills than she had in the game. But this death was really insulting to the character.

TL;DR I’m incredibly autistic about all this dumb shit and it really just boils down to a difference of opinion.

#The Last of Us #TLoU #The Last of Us HBO #spoilers #I don't know if I even need to be putting spoilers for a nine year old game lmao but let's do it anyways #And honestly it's all just a matter of getting my knickers in a twist; I know there's a lot of people who are fine with it #And I'm not knocking them; that's their opinion #But I swear if it turns out that they don't EVER show that mouth-to-mouth behavior from them again in the show I WILL be pissed and call BS #And this isn't me saying the show is BAD; I think it's fine and I think at least (besides Tess) they're doing a faithful #and relatively thoughtful adaptation #I guess to me this doesn't seem like one of those franchises that needed a show adaptation #If you ask me we should have gotten a TV adaptation of Death Stranding #Just cast everyone from the game and boom; you have the perfect show #But anyways post edit in this section of the tags: why am I so ass-blasted over how Tess was handled?#1) I may be a little gay for her lmao; she was just one of my favorite characters #2) As someone who is so deeply invested in the character of; well; character this one really rubbed me the wrong way #And now that I type this I'm actually very nervous over how they're gonna handle Henry and Sam #You leave my boys alone you monsters; those guys practically wrote themselves all y'all need to do is follow the game #And let them die as they did; no M. Night Shamylan (however it's spelt) twist where Henry's infected instead and Sam shoots him and himself

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