#tw:voyeurism

[semisgroupie]

dirty old man

kishibe x fem. reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: mafia au!, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), knife play, clothes cutting, reader is spoiled by kishibe, death threats (not to reader but to a minor character), balcony sex, degradation, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, oral sex (m!receiving), recording (consensual), kishibe is obsessed with you, mentions of past recording, dumbification, dacryphilia, spanking, he calls reader mean names but he means it lovingly <3

synopsis: a slutty old man deserves an equally slutty young girlfriend

a/n: this is for @pcwer for the gift exchange in snow’s server!!! i was stuck between kishibe and aki but i wanted to gift you your slutty old man

Kishibe

The name alone strikes fear into many hearts and makes people flinch. His looks alone was intimidating but when it’s paired with his reputation, then he immediately became the most feared man alive. A career criminal at the head of the most dangerous mafia circuit, his callousness and stoicism combined with his immense strength and skill easily helped him rise to the top and helped him stay there.

The amount of skeletons in his closet could fill a mansion and despite being in his 50s, that would never change.

His bloodlust has satiated a bit over the years but that didn’t mean his life became boring. It was actually livelier now, than when he was in his 20s. That could be attributed to you, the pretty eye candy he loved to show off.

It was quite the cliche for him to say that you made him feel younger but you did. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you when he first met you but now there were times he wondered if you could keep up with him. Oftentimes when he was in his meetings, while everyone was discussing any hits they had to put out, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, bouncing on his cock until he decided to fuck you senseless.

It was also safe to say that he was quite obsessed with you. It was obvious to anyone around and it was even more obvious when his men saw the scratch marks that littered his back along with his scars, and if they were ever lucky enough to sneak a peek at his phone, they would see his lockscreen was your face, messy with his cum. He had a multitude of photos and videos of you, it was his not-so-little collection that he loved to scan through while he was alone.

But he wasn’t far from you often, if he wasn’t spoiling you endless with vacations and shopping sprees then he was with you in his office in one of the most expensive buildings in the city. Sometimes he would do both in one day, which was exactly what he was doing today.

He let you drag him from store to store, ignoring some of the glances that were spared at him for being with you. He couldn’t blame them, a man with a girl half his age, but he didn’t care. They could look and stare all they wanted, even call him names like a ‘dirty old man’, he would just wear the title with pride.

You two were in a lingerie shop and it took everything in him to not drag you to the nearest fitting room and fuck you until your legs shook. It wasn’t like he hasn’t done it before. But, today was your day and he didn’t want to disrupt anything simply because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Everything was going by smoothly, no disruptions, that was until his phone started going off.

He quickly excused himself and walked over to the entrance of the shop to take the call. You collected some more fabrics and glanced over at him from time to time, barely picking up on what was being said but by the way he gripped his phone, you knew it wasn’t good news. You stood by near one of the shelves of matching bra and panty sets until he made his way over to you, clearly annoyed by what took place.

“Sorry sweetheart, we need to cut this trip short, go on the line and I’ll pay for what you got.” He offered you a small smile, the scar that decorated the left side of his face slightly moving as the corners of his lips rose and fell.

You shook your head and walked over to a worker, curtly apologizing as you asked them to put everything back. You hooked your arms around one of his and looked up at your much older boyfriend, “let’s just go. They have better sets online anyway.” You pulled him close to press a kiss to his cheek and let him lead the way back to his car. He put all your shopping bags in the trunk then held the passenger's side door open for you as you slid in. He then got in the driver’s seat and started driving.

He moved one hand over to your thigh and gently squeezed it, “I’m sorry the day had to be cut short. I didn’t want to end things so early.” You placed his hand over his and gently squeezed it, “there’s no need to apologize. I’m just glad I get to spend the day with you.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek before resting back against your seat. He grazed your soft thigh with his thumb as he drove, something he always did when you sat in the passenger’s seat when he drove. He loved to keep his hands on you. You were silk, you were satin, you were every soft material he could think of and he needed to keep touching you.

The drive was relatively short and before you knew it you two were in the parking lot of the large building. He helped you out of the car then held your hand as you two made your way to the elevator. The elevator ride was short and you noticed how tense Kishibe grew. You gently squeezed his hand for comfort as the elevator stopped on the designated floor and he turned to give you a small smile. “Thank you.” His voice was low as you two walked out of the elevator and saw his men sorting drugs and counting cash. It was a sight you’ve grown used to since you started dating Kishibe. It was the lifestyle he lived and a lifestyle you lived as well.

He led you over to one of the areas where you could sit but still keep an eye on him while he handled business then turned to face you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Okay doll, I just need you to sit here and look pretty while I handle business. You can do that for me right?” You nodded and tilted your head down a bit to press a kiss to his thumb. “Of course I can, now hurry back.”

He tilted your head back up and kissed you softly before leaving you to deal with whoever was incompetent. You went on your phone to look at some things you might want to add to your shopping cart and you could faintly hear your boyfriend. After 15 minutes he came back, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles were slightly bloody which meant that he had to get a little physical to get his point across, his eyebrows were knitted together, and his hand went into his pocket to grab his silver flask. After he took a swig he reached over for your hand and pulled you back to the elevator.

“Bastard was lucky I didn’t cut his fingers off and serve it to him on a fucking platter. Hell, he was lucky I was in a good mood or else he would’ve been sent to his parents in a box. Little shit crashed a truck with a million dollars worth of product.” He continued muttering all the things he would’ve done to make the guy pay for losing so much money and product. As the elevator reached the top floor you never thought there could be so many methods of violence that could work as repayment.

“We just need to go to my office so I can figure out how to make up for the loss and then we can go home, okay pretty girl?” He squeezed your hand as you nodded. “But first I need to clean your hands.” He chuckled and looked down at his hands, “haven’t used these to send a message in a while, thought I might’ve been a little rusty but I broke the guy’s nose on the first hit.”

He led you into his office and went to sit down behind his computer while you went to the attached bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You retrieved it then sat atop his desk in front of him, placing his hands on your lap while you took out everything you needed to clean them off. He watched you with a fond smile and caressed your thighs with whatever hand you weren’t cleaning. “Hm. I think I could find a better use of my time instead of trying to clean up this fuck up. Once you’re done cleaning my hands I want you on your knees, you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You cleaned his hands a little quicker, making him chuckle. “Easy there, you’ll still get my cock. You need to do a good job cleaning my hands, then you can be my eager cockslut.” You slowed down your movements until his hands were completely cleaned off then settled between his legs. “Go on, take it out.” You sat up on your knees and undid his pants, pulling his half hard cock out.

“Go on, put that pretty mouth to good use. Maybe if you do good, I’ll fuck you on the balcony. Let everyone see how much of a whore you are.” Heat rose to your cheeks and a rush of arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach at his words. You gripped his cock in one hand while you leaned in and peppered open mouthed kisses along the length until it fully hardened. “Go on, you were eager before, get to it.”

He rested back against his chair watching as you took his hardened cock in your mouth. He let out low groans as you bobbed your head up and down, rolling your tongue along the underside of his length. He grabbed his phone and turned the camera on, pressing the red button on the bottom of the screen to start recording you. “Eyes up here, I want to record how messy you get when I fuck your face.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and held you in place as he started thrusting up into your mouth. Your gags echoed through his office making him laugh. “You’ve taken my cock so much and yet you’re still gagging, how pathetic.” You whined around his cock at his words but they made even more arousal pool in the pit of your stomach. “My pathetic little cocksleeve, can’t even take my cock down her throat but still wants it in her messy cunt. I don’t think you even deserve it.”

He loved to tease you like this, it’ll always make you work just a little harder. But you both knew he couldn’t deny you, he wouldn’t be able to deny himself either. “Come on, cry for me. Let me see how messy you can get.” He started moving your head to meet his thrusts, your face quickly grew messy with tears and saliva running down your chin. “Fuck, look at you.” He brought the camera closer to your face, moving it in all directions so it could take in all your angles. The sight of you like this was enough to tip him over the edge, he pulled you off his cock and let go of your hair to start stroking his cock while he kept filming.

“Stick your tongue out.” Was all he could get out before ropes of cum started decorating your face. Only a little got on your tongue but it just made everything even hotter. He hissed and brought his cock to your face to smear the cum around then brought the camera closer to your face, “smile for the camera, come on, show how happy you are my little cum slut.” And you did exactly that, smiled brightly for him with cum all over your face. He stopped the recording and reached over to grab some tissues to clean you off. He cupped your chin and turned your head up to him as he wiped all the cum off. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips then pulled back, “now get up, I’m not done with you.”

He helped you to your feet and let you head out to the balcony first while he went through his drawer to pull out the pocket knife you gifted him for his birthday. “Now I can put this to good use.” He walked over to you and gently pushed you closer to the railing, “hold on and bend over.” You did as he said, biting your lip in anticipation of his next move. The next thing you heard was a click which made you grow even more curious.

“Babe? What was that?” You turned slightly to look back at him and saw the sunlight reflect off the blade. “I’m making use of my birthday gift, now stay still. I don’t want to cut you.” He flipped your skirt up and traced the blade along the seam of your panties, tracing your cunt through the now see through fabric. A breath hitched in your throat but your cunt throbbed as he continued dragging the blade along your slit. You didn't have any worry about him cutting you, you’ve seen how skilled he is with a blade of any size.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so badly.” Your tone came out more desperate than you wanted it to be but maybe it would convince him to give you what you needed. “Fine, since you’re so impatient.” He hooked his finger under the fabric to pull it away from your cunt and in one swift move he cut it open. Now, your pussy was on full display for him, he could see how you were practically dripping for him. “Fuck, even messier than I thought you would be. You really are a fiend for my cock.”

He chuckled and gripped his cock with his free hand while he placed the blade on a nearby chair. He then gripped your hip and slammed his cock into you, not even giving you a second to adjust before he started pounding into you at a brutal pace. His eyes widened a bit at how loud you were crying out for him, “wow, seems like you really want to get caught. Maybe I should just fuck you in front of my men since you want an audience.” He spanked you roughly and kept pounding into you.

“J-just want you! O-only want you!” He laughed and spanked you again before roughly gripping the flesh in his calloused hand. “I’ll believe you once you can form a coherent sentence. My dumb cock slut, the second my cock goes inside this tight cunt all your brain cells just leak out of you. But you don’t really need to think, do you? I just need to do all the thinking don't I?”

Your cunt gripped his cock tighter and tighter as the venom dripped from his tongue, turning you on more and more as each word reached your ears. You had a white knuckle grip on the railing while your legs trembled and shook like a newborn deer’s. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name was the only thing you could form coherently as he just continued to pound into you. Deep down you loved it when his men would fuck up, he would always fuck you rougher and you loved every single second of it.

“Just a little cum dump for me to use and make a mess of. I know that’s all you think about, when am I going to give you my cum next. Where my load will go when I do finally give it to you. That’s all that swirls around in that empty head, just my cock and my cum. Just cum for me and I’ll cover this perfect ass with my load.” Your eyes widened slightly, you didn’t want him to waste another load on you when it could just be inside you. You needed his cum inside you, you had to have it.

You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow. He let go of your hip and gripped another handful of your hair to pull your head back, “what is it? Why are you shaking your head?” He knew the answer, he knew what you wanted but he needed to hear it from you. He didn’t stop thrusting, why would he? He wasn’t going to make it easy for you to come up with a coherent answer. “Come on doll, I need an answer in a full sentence, I’m sure there’s one working brain cell left in there.”

Your mind was spinning due to the immense pleasure. You honestly couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to you but you had to come up with something. You took a few breaths and tilted your head back a bit to try to meet his eyes. “Please cum inside me. Please, I want it inside.” You sounded so sweet, so desperate for him. You did what you wanted him to do so the least he could do was reward you. “Alright, go on and cum for me and I’ll fill you up, make this cunt even messier than what it is.” He let go of your hair and brought his hand to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles. All it took was a few flicks of his hand and you were crumbling in his hands, crying out his name as you milked his cock for the cum that was about to fill you up.

“There we go, keep cumming for me.” He continued rubbing your clit while he thrusted a few more times. He slammed his hips against yours and filled you with his cum, he hunched over you a bit and pressed a few kisses along your clothed spine. You both panted while riding out your orgasms and he lifted himself up first. He waited for you to compose yourself then slowly pulled out of you. He tucked himself back in his pants and flipped your skirt back down since your panties were torn then moved next to you.

He pulled you in his arms and pressed a few kisses along your forehead until you lifted your head so he could properly kiss you. The stubble on his face poked your skin but you loved the feeling. He slowly pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Are you okay?” You wrapped your arms around his middle and smiled up at him, “I’m perfect.”

He chuckled and kissed you again. “Good, now let’s go home. I’ll have someone else handle this business, I still have some more frustration to release and my balls aren’t empty yet.” Your cheeks burned as you playfully smacked his chest. “You’re so dirty!” You teased and he chuckled as he held you close to him while walking back inside his office.

“They don’t call me a dirty old man for nothing. Now let’s go home.”

#csm smut #chainsaw man smut #kishibe smut #tw:filming #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:degradation #tw:age gap #tw:exhibitionism #tw:voyeurism #tw:knife play #tw:dumbification #tw:dacryphilia #tw:spanking #i went to this man’s character info sheet like a million times

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Day 24 | Voyeurism - Scaramouche

Kinktober Masterlist

Gender neutral reader (genitals not specified)

18+, non-consensual looking, voyeurism, mutual mastrubation, small amount of blood (from biting)

Scaramouche would curse himself over and over again for this. His heart was purposefully barred off. Trespassers had only ever caused him pain. And yet, you still caught his eye.

He did everything he could short of literally throwing you off the ship. It was doubtful that you'd survive in the middle of the ocean that separated Inazuma from the rest of Teyvat. He avoided you. Yet he still couldn't stop thinking of you. You were perfect. There was something about you. Something that made his pants tighten every time he caught a glance at you. He'd snarl and tromp away brimming with frustration.

He'd snap at others more. It was harder for him to concentrate. Worst of all, he didn't know how to feel about it.

One day you take an early break and Scaramouche coincidentally walks by your cabin. He stops immediately when hearing the soft sounds of you whimper and moan. Initially he thinks it's his imagination, that you've finally made him go insane. But then he realizes that it's very real and coming from just behind the door.

He knew this would only make it worse. But it was only a few steps away and so enticing. How could he ever have the willpower to resist?

The sounds from the other side were heavenly. He couldn’t help but wrap his hands around his hardening cock and give it a few pumps. He hisses and bites his lip to keep it down.

He presses his ear against the door. Straining his ear to try to make out anything you might say. He imagines what you looked like. Your face flushed and your eyes half lidded. Your hands a mess from trying to get yourself off.

His chest heaves. He thumbs over the tip and hastily smooths it down the rest of him for any lubrication he could get. He bites his lip to keep it down. It almost hurt, how much he needs it, but it would hurt more to stop.

He imagines you were making those sounds for him. He was making you feel this good. He was making you fall apart. Only he could make you feel like this.

The image of you beneath him nearly makes him cum on the spot. He bites his tongue, drawing blood. His hand finds itself on the door. The one thing keeping him apart from you. His fingers curl in on the wood. It would only take a single motion.

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #scaramouche x reader #tw:voyeurism #genshin smut #smut #thirst post

[toots-senpai]

could I request some yandere voyeurism with Hoodie please?

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: yandere! hoodie x reader

Rating: R 19+

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Binding + Gagging, cheating! tw:voyeurism, tw:spanking, cunnilingus, tw:gun!play

nsfw under the cut

He's met up with your little 'boyfriend' a couple times outside of his job. Threatening him to leave you more than once, even putting a gun to his head did nothing for your cocky boyfriend. Spitting in his face and shoving him away with that pansy ass walk off of his. The stupid fucking terrible thrusts to your cunt that actually had you bored driving him absolutely insane. You were on your stomach on your phone as he fucked you so terribly. You were such a good actor for him, every time he pulled his face to yours, you played a pretty broken face, just for him. Even let his pathetic use for a dick cum inside you every night. You go to work unsatisfied, just to come home unsatisfied. Your boyfriend didn't even come home after work every night.

After nights of stalking your boyfriend, he's found that he's got a side piece. Some girl that actually enjoys his dick, that actually begs for him, so nice and cute. You don't do none of the things she does for him. If he had to compare both of his 'lovers' you were the evil stepmother to her cinderella. She was porcelain and you were the bark of wood. Rigid and uncaring to everything around you. You were something completely different than any other person he's stalked. At first, you were just funny to him. He saw you in a drunken bar fight and you threw an entire can of whip cream at a girls head after grabbing it from the bartender which stood behind the bar and laughed when the can exploded somehow, knocking out the girl now covered in whip cream leaving you to get kicked out of the bar. You didn't go without a fight that night either, too drunk to even comprehend your actions when you disagreed and argued with the bar owner about getting out only to end up somehow running away from the cops. You made pig noises for a whole twenty minutes as they chased you and eventually you ended up tricking the cop partners to fall into a bunch of duck shit at the park.

Then there was another incident at a previous job you had. Working as a barista meant getting every order right apparently to the customer in front of you. A karen complaining about the temperature of her drinks at least 10 times before she decided to throw the hot coffee on you. He didn't expect you to one up her and throw the entire, attached may he add, espresso machine at her. You went to jail that night but what type of person wouldn't bail you out and because he payed for your bail and made sure that stupid woman and also those cops were out of sight and out of mind, he payed enough to stalk you these last couple of weeks.

Yet this is the first time he's actually seen you alone at your house in that time. You were waiting for your 'boyfriend' to come over for the past hour. Usually, you don't wait for him, instead leaving and going to pick him up or something else but as he said, you're unsatisfied. Today was a stressful day and you honestly weren't going to beg him to come over, for nothing but his own satisfaction anyways. So you just sat there, watching your favorite TV show... your front door unlocked. If this wasn't an invite, Brian 100% didn't know what was. He slipped in quietly due to your blaring TV screen and slipped behind you and as he did that, he realized he didn't fully access the situation properly. Your fingers tucked into your cunt underneath the blanket as you attempted to touch the spot that made you see stars, instead when you opened your eyes, you saw Hoodie. Mask on and looking intently on you. You didn't shriek or even bother to move, knowing his mask quite quickly due to the shitty repeating TV news station in your new laundry mat job. You just sat in fear attempting to pull away your fingers carefully but he caught your wrist. Strong gloved hand taking your dripping hand from under the blanket and using his other one to slip off the fluffy blanket.

It wasn't your fault for being so comfortable in your own house, no pants or panties as you shamelessly dripped with desire. Your eyes were half lidded yet shocked, scared even but you don't move a muscle. Even when he takes up half of his red smiley mask just to above his nose and takes your wet fingers into his mouth. You pursed your lips together as you watch his tongue purposefully take slow swipes of his tongue around your fingers. You gasped when you realize he's mimicking what he'd do to your cunt as he's pushing just the tip of his tongue between your fingers and you pull your hand away. He let's you which is a bit unexpected, but he doesn't seem to fail with his expectations when he walks around the couch and turns off your TV. It was slightly dark in your living room now, but you could see his perched up mask as clear as day. The brown strands of hair behind the hood and his teeth when he laughed at your expression when he pulled out his dick next to your face. He wasn't hard but you could just tell that he was a grower when you went to touch at his dick and it hardened a bit against just the fingertip you were able to just pass by the tip before he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them above your head, straddling your waist. You were stunned looking at him, and twisted your hips a bit at the sight of his drooling hardening cock. You were confused at what he was doing, his expression unnoticeable by the black mask sitting on top of his nose.

All you could do was watch his pretty cock harden and drip against the skin that was exposed from your comfortable house wear. He grabbed something behind you and then tied up your wrists, taking a rag from his pocket and sticking in your mouth. You shook your head from the rag before he grabbed your cheeks and pushed your mouth open to shove it inside. Once you were bound and gagged he smiled down at you, flashing his pearly teeth before ripping off your shirt in one go and you were bare to his watching eyes. Bare to the fingers that trailed down your hips to your inner thighs and spread you open wider than your boyfriend ever has. He's in fact never even bothered to even glance down your body as this man is doing now. He's never bothered to softly trace his fingers down your skin, never with gloves either. You're then struggling, the leather of his gloves incorrectly touching you and you're just trying to whimper for his attention, attempting to push out the rag with your mouth. When it slipped out you gasped and his glance shot up towards you. If you could see his eyes, you knew he'd be telling you to not say a word but, at least you were able to mention his gloves with a movement of your waist pushing up into his hands and wiggling a bit.

How responsive of his touch you are is all he can think about. He's not even thinking about how you want the gloves off until he's swiping his gloved fingers between your dripping cunt and you're giving him a sound of disapproval and settling your hips as you do with your boyfriend. He's growling and flipping you over by your hips, arching your back with a palm above your tailbone.

"The gloves.." You say annoyed, going to turn around to look at him only to hold on the back of the couch for support when his gloved hand slaps your ass. A little too hard, but he's stops and takes them off rubbing his bare hands on your skin. You let out a full moan you don't sigh like your boyfriend let's you. He hasn't even been close to your cunt and he can already see that you're dripping, his fingers going to press just right into your hips so you can give him better whiny sighs. He's better than your dumbass 'boyfriend' could ever be and he's gonna show you. Show you real good. He drapes you a bit over the tiny couch and your fingers can touch the floor a tad when his bare palm come across your ass suddenly once more. You could feel your slick soaking down your thighs as he slaps at your ass a couple of more times before you can feel him slipping his dick between your folds. He's gripping at your ass and smacking it and you know if you move from this position, he'll just smack harder.

Even if your ass is inflamed, red hot and sore and getting worse with every smack and fierce grip at your ass you couldn't do anything else but make noise for him. Submitting to him fully and even fixing your position every time he smacks you out of your arch. He's slowly easing into your cunt too. Enjoying hoe you're dripping with excitement and creaming around his girth as he beautifully stretches into you. All you could do is gasp for air as he slips deep to your womb while smacking at your ass, you're overstimulated and he's taking it to advantage. For hours he will. Retying your wrists multiple times, gagged you with that rag more than once and now he's been inbetween your legs, for the past hour. A puddle of your juices right below you. He hasn't even bothered to gag you since he's been enjoying seeing you drool for the past hour. Fucked out of your mind with your knees on his shoulders, shaking as he suckles your clit and occasionally smacks at it when you take your attention off of him. As much as you beg for him to stop, he knows you don't want him to by the way you're pulling his face deeper. Pussy begging for his cock for upteenth time of the night but you went a little too far when you were pulling him in. Slipping off his mask and accidentally catching his eyes. Beautiful in the split second of your orgasmic haze, low and hazy and pussy drunk, yet you still tried to look away desperately but you already knew the violence to come. He didn't waste a split second on holding you down by the neck and purring about punishment into your ear and as if you haven't had enough tonight, your cunt was already dripping once more. The couch ruined from where you sat and wet against your sitting form. You didn't expect the shine of a glock to be presented to you but it was.

The glock was aimed to your head for a second as he gave you a couple of orders. Watching you turn around and put your face into the wet couch cushion and spread your cunt for him to spit in. You whimpered and pushed his spit back into your quivering hole and he's locking eyes with you for a whole round. Ramming into your ass and forcing your head deeper into the couch cushion so he can have the perfect angle to see your drooling mouth and cunt at the same time so he can desperately cum as deeply as possible.

You don't notice your soon to be ex-boyfriend outside your front door listening in, but Brian knows. Brian knows that he can and has been hearing you begging for his cum... for his mouth, dick, for him to get closer, to go deeper. Oh he's heard it all. Brian's bringing you up on your knees now as he hears the door creak but he's making sure that you don't notice him stepping in now. He's behind you and holding your neck as he takes the gun and slides it up from your thighs to your stomach. Yet through all of it, he's still ramming while still trailing his gun and he's letting his voice be heard as he stares dead on at your 'boyfriend' through the creak of the door. He's letting the pathetic excuse of a boyfriend watch you get fucked the way you deserve. He's watching intently too, dick hard and pressing a bit at the doorframe as he watches Brian put his fingers in your mouth. You're sucking them like a good trained whore too. Letting yourself drool all over his digits and even arching perfectly against him. Like puzzle pieces clicking together, you looked perfect against him. He put the gun to your head in a final cocky move towards him, a command of your orgasm and you were squirting off his dick, exhausted and almost screaming when you came.

He realizes it too as he's walking away from the door and leaving you there. Maybe he was waiting for the sharp piercing pop of the gun through the air as he walks slow to his car but instead, it's quiet, along with your neighborhood. Your lights are off and his doors are the only thing that 'pops' when the door locks but he knows it's coming. The hollow blast in his ear. When he lays down that night and wakes up to the wind from the open window, he doesn't even flinch at the sound of the safety being unclicked. He expects the pop.

#tw:voyeurism #creepypasta #smut #creepypasta imagine #tw:gun!play #hoodie smut #hoodie #hoodie x reader smut #hoodie x reader #catfish imagines #yandere hoodie

[dearbraus]

ehem nejire and voyeurism maybe👉🏼👈🏼

nejire has a habit of watching you whenever she gets in late from work, you’d texted that you’d already headed to bed but whenever she’s walked through the front door she hears your moans bouncing through the walls of your home. she’s too tired to give you a hand but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy all the same, peeking through the cracked door and enjoying the sight of you pleasuring yourself.

she presses her thighs together and bites back her own excited moans as you reach your climax. and the moment you’re back to your sense, your breath even and your eyes growing heavy with sleep, she’s pouncing on you, ready to yammer about her day.

#with love. #sealed with a kiss #from. yourlovemaze #musings #w. nejire #nejire hado thirst #bnha thirst #tw:voyeurism #wlw thirst

[mrssimply]

Here is a little something...

Hello guys,

Here is an excerpt of the fiction I’m currently writing. It’s a Johnny/Kerry/male V fiction (and I blame ThornWild for that) and I already regret everything.

It kind of an AU, as it depart from the game’s plot in three major points: first, Kerry stopped Johnny from going with Rogue to bomb the tower in 2023 (although Rogue did bomb it on her own later on), then when V and Jackie stole the relic, it’s not Johnny’s engram on it (obviously) but Alt’s, and lastly, V didn’t go back to DeShawn after the heist, but to Rogue following Alt’s advice.

The story happens in 2034, so Johnny and Kerry are mid forty and I blame Chaaistheanswer drawings of middle aged Kerry for that.  I’ll admit the time line is a bit shaky in regard of the tech because I took elements from the game that I’m not sure already existed in 2034. And frankly, I don’t care, you don’t care, nobody cares, and why is that? Because it’s basically porn! Porn with plot (and again, too much damn plot, why are my stories always so complicated? I CAN’T write simple things if my life depended on it. Like oneshots? Just can’t), but it’s mostly porn.

And I’m having SO MUCH FUN writing it, thanks to Kerry’s chaotic energy, and Johnny asshole attitude that we love to hate, and poor V is stuck in between them, getting swept up but the tide these two can unleash on the unsuspecting.

In this story, Ker and Johnny-boy are an item, a liberal one (Kerry is still married to Louise), and they obviously are polyamorous (because they are both sluts, lets face it, and again with the polyamory, I couldn’t help myself). But I love getting into what their relationship could have been, and let me tell you, it is FIRE AND STORM but damn BEAUTIFUL.

Ok, I’ll stop the rant here, because I could go on but that would spoil the fiction. I’m four chapters done, planning on maybe less than ten (hopefully less than ten) so it’s NOT ready for publishing but I’m really excited so I wanted to share it with you!

 Have fun!

Scene happens on chapter 4. V is trainning Kerry in self-defense.

Johnny watched them from behind the closed glass door, shrouded in the dark. He was leaning against a cabinet, arms crossed and attitude loose. His eyes, though, were devouring the scene. He had hoped for this outcome when he had edged Kerry on last night and he was not disappointed. V was a work of art in his demise. Body too slender for a merc, like he wasn’t eating and seeping enough, it arched under Kerry’s tongue so sweetly it was painful to watch. This man was unravelling like it was his first time with an attentive lover, and maybe it was. His hair was a mess, catching on his reddening lips and flushed face. His eyes were closing and opening in rhythm with his sensations and his pelvis curved slightly every time Kerry’ mouth went down. His muscles strained to hold still where Johnny knew Kerry would love for him to fuck his mouth. Then Kerry opened his legs more to make room for himself and took him deeper, and Johnny let out a soft groan, knowing perfectly what he was doing with his tongue. He was hard, but ignoring it; it was not his moment, yet. And V was indeed appreciative of Kerry’s ministrations because he threw back his head and shouted out before biting his lips to rein in the moans, but it was a lost fight, Johnny knew. Kerry glanced up at the merc and his face had that mischievous twinkle that meant trouble. The merc was done for, Johnny mused. Putting his hands under the younger man’s hips, Kerry encouraged him to fuck his mouth and the merc did so, too lost to really decide, giving up to his instincts that urged him to chase his release. Kerry closed his eyes and hummed around the shaft. Johnny shifted, desire thick in his veins as he looked at his partner’s glistening mouth stretching around the lovely cock inside his mouth.

And then, V curled up, extending a hand toward Kerry in a gesture to stop him, but Johnny knew it was futile, and indeed Kerry only sucked harder, until the merc fell backward with a long moan of extasy. He came like that, red lips opening and closing as he tried to suck in air. His hips rolled into Kerry’s mouth once, twice and a third time before he stilled, boneless. Johnny’s bandmate swallowed like he always did – it was his own personal treat – before he released him softly, kissing the tip softly. He got on all four again and slithered to V’s level before settling next to him with a smile. His face was flushed too, and his lips glistening red. Johnny groaned, but knew it was only a matter of patience: Kerry was coming home to him later, and he would make good use of that mouth too.

V turned to Kerry and tried to push up to return the favor but Kerry only caught his wandering hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the knuckles like a goddamn Victorian gentleman, with a smile to match and Johnny couldn’t help but smile fondly. He knew what those gestures could do to an unguarded heart.

Deciding to let them have that moment, he withdrew stealthily.

 Back in the training room, Kerry smiled, shaking his head to dislodge a lock of dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“I beat you”, he commented playfully.

V’s face went through several expressions: surprise, a hint of sadness, before it settled on a tentative joy.

“Yeah, you did.”

He sat up and glanced from under his lashes at Kerry.

“I don’t…” he started, and Kerry pushed on an elbow to straighten a bit too. He looked at him patiently.

“I don’t usually…”

“I know.” Kerry cut him, voice low, “And I’m sorry if I pushed you too fast.”

Bringing his knees close to his chest, the merc turned toward him, scratching his dark beard absently.

“No I…” he huffed, obviously struggling, but Kerry waited for him to make up his mind. “I don’t know what you want. You and Johnny.”

Kerry sat and tentatively put a hand over the younger man’s biceps.

“V. I’m forty-three, going on forty-four so I’m past the time for dancing around truth. I’ll say it as it is: I want you, wanted you since you stormed the club, gun blazing. And everyday I see you, I want you even more.” He paused, looking at the merc who was fixing the far away wall, hair falling over his face. Kerry pushed the locks away behind his ears delicately, and the merc started a bit at the gesture.

“I want whatever you’re willing to give me. It’s an open proposition, there is no obligations or… Or commitment, if you don’t want it. As for Johnny, well, we’re an item so yeah, expect him to be in the picture but even though he can be an asshole, he will respect your boundaries.”

“Doubt that,” V commented with a wry smile, and then shrugged.

“No, I’m not lying. He like to play the jerk, but he is quite soft inside. Like a hedgehog, you know?”

V chuckled.

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” he added, but a small smile graced his features, before it dimmed and he looked at Kerry with his terrible seriousness. “I don’t know about… You and I, or Johnny. I…” he swallowed, closed his eyes for half a second before soldiering on. “I can’t deny that something is pulling me to you. But there are some many things going on, and I’m a mess right now… My life is a mess.” He admitted, defeated.

Kerry smiled warmly and started to redress himself.

“Well, I’m quite familiar with messy lives so…”

Again, V chuckled and hid behind a hand for a second.

“How are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“So… Chaotic? But…good? Good chaos.”

Kerry gave him a mysterious expression in answer, before winking.

“Come and find out.” He whispered. V raised an eyebrow and shook his head softly, but the smile on his face grew so Kerry counted it as victory. He allowed himself to steal a kiss and was surprised when V’s hands came to his cheeks fast to hold him there, taking control of the kiss to turn it into a much more passionate thing.

“Whoa,” Kerry murmured, “ok, well.” His lips tingled and when he looked back at V, he saw the man eyes alight for a second with true desire, before it was replaced by something else, something practiced and safe.

“Sure you don’t want me to take care of you?” V asked with a voice dripping with seduction, but Kerry saw right through it: it was an act, maybe perfected during his years as a corpo rat, and a good defense, but the older man wanted none of that.

“I’m sure,” he replied, hand caressing the short beard. With a grunt, he got up and put on his pants back. Holding out a hand to V, he helped him back on his feet.

“So, teacher, is the lesson over?” he asked.

V huffed a laugh and nodded.

“But don’t expect to get out of it next time.”

“We shall see,” Kerry declared mischievously, before smacking V’s ass as he went to the door.

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #male v #cyberpunk v #kerry x v #johnny x v #cyberpunk male v #johnny x kerry #tw:voyeurism #fanfiction #fanfiction AU

[ironstarker]

Kinktober 09: Breeding

notes: decided to post day 9 because i’m not sure i’ll finish day 12, and i’d like to produce some content. this content is arguably filthy, and the breeding isn’t abo related in the slightest. peter is a sick little don, and he makes tony his dogs’ plaything. it gets into the filth straight away, so be aware of the warnings! heed them.

warning(s): bestiality, humiliation, voyeurism, rape/noncon, gunplay (a little bit), bottom!tony (because i guess that needs to be a warning? lol)

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How many knots had he taken?

His hole was sore and aching. He felt it, every time the one behind him humped forward, the gush of cum between his thighs. There were so many of them. He’d lost count after the seventh.

Peter said that this was his punishment for lying to him. He said that if Tony’s opinion of Peter was that he was a lowly bitch, then the little Don would show him the meaning of the word. Someone had hit him from behind, knocked him out. Tony remembered that because he had woken up in the middle of the first knot to feel blood dripping down the side of his head. The room had spun. Still, he was able to make out Peter’s form, lounging in an oversized leather chair.

They were upstairs for this event, not down. It meant that Peter’s capos were watching him, leering behind him somewhere as the dog fucked his ass. He was dripping cum all over Peter’s nice, thirty thousand-dollar rug that the boy had gone on about one day. He’d killed a man who he promised he’d spare because he’d had the audacity to drip blood from his broken nose onto this rug. Tony wasn’t sure what the next punishment would be. Would they kill him?

Whatever it was, the little Don was having fun with this. Tony’s eyes were averted now, fixed on some point to his left. He’d lost the willpower to hold Peter’s gaze the first time that he’d cum on one of the dog’s knots.

What was he meant to do? It was a miracle he’d lasted through two without his cock spurting, given the way that they were jackhammering into his prostate.

He lay there now, his chin strapped down, his arms tied behind his back, on the breeding bench. That was what Peter had called it when he’d told Tony in a soft purr where he was, and what was happening to him. Tony’s legs were strapped up, too. He didn’t have any leverage against the studs that the boy brought in to mount him.

But the worst part was that he could feel his cock drooling against his own belly. The seat beneath him was soiled with his own cum. He’d cum twice and was straining his muscles in an attempt to hold a third orgasm at bay. Cumming once on a dog’s knot could be explained away because of the assault on his prostate. Twice? Twice was an accident. But three times —

“Then I’ll really know how much you want it,” Peter had said to him, and he’d leaned forward eagerly in the plush chair. The boy wore a navy blue suit with a black tie, his hair perfectly styled, not so much a strand out of place. He might have looked a vision to Tony. The detective had to admit to himself that, before Peter had strapped him to a bench with the expectation of making him take a dog cock into his asshole, he had found the kid attractive.

Alluring.

He knew now why Peter was so dangerous.

Tony’s lips parted. He exhaled in a long, drawn-out sigh. It was an effort not to moan. Peter twitched with interest out of the corner of his eye, leaning forward. His piercing gaze had yet to leave Tony’s prone form.

The dog was drooling on his shoulder. There were thick globs of saliva there. This one was more desperate than the last. Bigger. Peter taunted him with it, when the dog was brought in. He laughed about it with sadistic, childish glee.

Peter laughed louder when Tony screamed.

His voice was hoarse from the screaming. Had he not been strapped down, he was sure the force of the dog’s thrusts would’ve had him rocking forward on the bench. But he could feel this new knot pressing against his rim. One of Peter’s capos had commented on it, before bringing another of the dogs out. He’d said, “He’s so puffy it looks like he’s got a pussy, boss. Wet like a nice cunt, too.” They had laughed. Peter most of all.

“Ah,” Tony breathed, and his teeth caught against his bottom lip in an effort to swallow the sound before it came out.

Peter got to his feet. He’d heard him.

“Look at you now,” he said, walking towards Tony. Tony’s eyes slid in Peter’s direction, and he caught sight of the boy’s shoes as he came to a stop by the bench. They were polished, and he could almost see the desperate look on his face in them. “A bitch for my studs. Maybe if I’m lucky they’ll breed a litter of pups into you.” Fingers caressed his hair, then tangled in his locks and twisted his head back.

Tony made a noise of complaint in his throat, straining to look up at Peter. He couldn’t move his head beyond the fraction that Peter had forced it back.

Peter looked down at him, expression impassive. Tony felt like he was being pulled into a trance. The rocking of the dog’s hips. The steady push of his thick, hot cock, sliding through the sloppy mess inside of Tony. The man’s lips parted without him realizing it, and he started to let out breathless moans every time the dog’s cock speared him inside. Peter’s lips curled into a cruel smirk.

“Ask your stud if you can come, bitch,” he ordered.

When Tony tried to slur out, “No,” Peter yanked hard on his hair. It was hard enough to make the older man yelp, his cock twitching against his own belly.

“Say it,” Peter ground out, and Tony saw his other hand going for his hip. The cool press of metal to his temple told him it was Peter’s gun pressing against his skull. The little Don was tired of playing games, it seemed.

A shiver ran down Tony’s spine, but as the swell of a knot became more and more insistent against his hole, he knew if he didn’t ask, he’d cum. And he’d die. Tony whined, a pitiful noise of despair, and tears stung the corners of his eyes as he choked in a breathless whisper, “Can I cum?”

Peter scoffed. Tony’s whine turned into a keen when the dog’s hips hammered home and the knot popped into his softened hole, making a wet noise that had Peter’s capos chuckling behind him. Accustomed as he was to being a breeding bitch for these dogs, Tony’s walls spasmed automatically, clenching hard on the knot as spurts of cum began to fill him.

“Oh, god,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. His cock was spitting precum, the rutting of the dog’s hips never slowing as it came inside.

“Try again,” Peter snarled, digging the muzzle of his gun into Tony’s skull.

“Ah! I want to cum, please, please, can I cum?” Tony’s voice was a high whine, the words slurring together in a desperate mush.

Without waiting for the Don to say a word, Tony’s walls spasmed suddenly around the knot inside of him. He drooled cum all over his belly. It was a weak amount, the man’s cock already too spent. Tony whimpered like he’d been struck, squirming his hips as best as he could on the bench, inadvertently trying to fuck back against the stud behind him. Or was it intentional? Had Peter taken that from him, too?

Peter let go of his hair, slotting his gun back into its holster. “Well done, bitch. Well done.” He clapped, returning to his chair and sinking down. “Let’s see how you do with the next one.”

#starker #sfkinktober20 #starker fic #ironspider #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #tony stark #peter parker #fic #my fic #tw:bestiality #tw:noncon #tw:voyeurism #starktober fest 2020 #nff

[toots-senpai]

okok so how about some voyeurism with Hoodie? 👀👀 But specifically the reader would be touching themselves on their bed, no cover over themselves or anything. Then secretly wanting someone to watch them, the curtains would be wide open. A perfect opportunity for Hoodie 😩

To Really Know

Authors response: alright but i'm going full out with a bonus hoodie pov... its a '[' shaped apartment, i'm not good at secrets anyways :(

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: creepypasta

Pairing: hoodie x reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count: 950

Warnings: TW:Voyeurism, TW: Stalking, masturbation, fingering, punishment mention

MINORS DNI

i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

You knew you've been being watched the last few weeks, at first you were scared, went to call the cops the first time you saw him watching you on the way to work, when you saw his eyes staring dead up into your apartment. You know now they're no help, saying there wasn't an actual problem and that you were probably imagining things, but you knew he was watching you. You knew it was not a coincidence when he bumped into you on your way up the stairs, your groceries that you carried up these last three flights falling down the stairs, even some fresh produce as well. The boy apologizes profusely and for this moment you think maybe the officers were right. When he tells you that you don't have to move a finger for his mess while he goes on about how he's probably ruined your day, pet names hidden beneath his words as he subtlety compliments you. It's basic psychology but something switches in your head when you realize that he lives down the hallway, you become to curious for your own good. You don't even notice the bump against his door after he closes it with him inside. You never even noticed the direct view he had into your apartment from both of your bedrooms.

You just wanted to test your theory at first, to see if he's been watching you from your room , walking past your window, only your best bra and panty set on, curious for your neighbor and you didn't expect him out on his porch tonight, camera in hand. Caught red-handed. You gasp out of shock and it terrifies you for a second that you've had someone watching you this entire time that all you could is stand by the curtain eye to eye with the beautiful boy. The sun was finally setting that you only noticed the warm colors on his skin. He was beautiful, someone that had you walking back in his frame of view. His eyes almost demanding you to lay down but he walks away. Fully out of sight and turns off the lights to his room. You've excited your self too much to ignore your own needs over your pervert neighbor, might as well let him get what he finally wanted to watch.

See, there's always stuff you don't know, things you don't see or even bother to mention. Brian has been stalking you for months. He's made a replica key of your apartment, re-suppling your favorite perfume when it get's to half so he can steal what you've touched, what you eat, what you wear. He was so unfocused leaving your apartment one day with your panties in his back pocket that he doesn't even notice you. You that is wearing a veryyy short summer sundress and he's dumped all of your groceries on the floor, oh please don't move a muscle while he looks up at your panties. He'll watch your thighs and body move of impatience and he'll continue to go purposefully slow, bringing out small talk and maybe in an obsessed daze he's calling you pretty names as well. Walking you to your apartment and accidentally stumbling into an open apartment down , he's good at acting as if it's his house but when you turn around his eyes dart down to your ass, he really doesn't expect to be brutally ripped into the house, a gun placed to his head as he's pushed against the closed door. He's nothing compared to Brian, a quick kill, a beautiful, empty house besides the camera in the keyhole... the cameras that connect to security downstairs and outside, the camera, that's safely out of sight pointing into your room.

A room, full of your pictures. Computer bookmarked with your social media page, school life, family. Your credit and social security. A blackmail just waiting to happen. All of the cameras, pointing at you. You, the whore from across the apartment window that has a mirror opposite to your dresser where you change. The whore who doesn't close her blinds at night but dims the lights to fuck your fingers and moan quite loudly that your neighbors, must be annoyed at you. Gigabytes of pictures and video's on this computer, so much it must be heaven. He's so positive that it is when he checks the camera that's pointed at your window, stepping out onto the porch to enjoy the last bit of sun, you walk in front of him. Your sparkly underwear you just bought at the store snug on your body and rhinestones sparkle against the sun and you have made.. his paradise. When your eyes lock he finally acknowledges that he now has to hide everything from you. He cannot let anyone get in the way of paradise, with you. He has to clean any evidence of the previous pervert who lived here. Yet maybe he can leave all of the evidence here, so that he can frame him, he thinks. All of the clothing the pervert has can mostly be worn by Brian besides his custom tailored suits, but he won't need to stay here long. Not when he comes back to the window with you with your face planted in the pillow, panties aside as your pussy just begs for something more, dripping down your wrist.

You'll learn that all of your actions have consequences eventually but he just wants to enjoy the moment given to him. Night after night until you end up on the perverts bed below him, crying with tears from not being able to cum. You deserve this for being such a dumb whore. You're lucky that he knows.

#catfishimagines #tw: voyeurism #hoodie x reader smut #creepypasta #creepypasta smut #tw: stalking #hoodie smut