#and his hair was slicked back omfg
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GLASS TABLE GIRL ! ～ BLADE . ❛ i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.
˖ ⁺ ⫾ SHOW NOTES fem!reader ❱ guitarist!blade ❱ groping ❱ reader is a groupie ❱ PWP!!! ❱ (reader is intoxicated so technically) dubcon ❱ spanking ❱ degradation ❱ clit n nipple slapping ❱ ig ooc!blade but who cares ❱ choking/asphyxiation ❱ size kink ❱ dacryphilia ❱ outdoor/public sex ❱ exhibitionism ❱ spit ❱ face-fucking ❱ dirty talk ❱ reader has 0 self respect ❱ name calling ❱ overstimulation ❱ creampie & unprotected sex (stay safe) ❱ clit pinching ❱ hair pulling ❱ multiple orgasms ❱ cumplay(?) ❱ no aftercare ❱ minors & dc antis do not interact.
˖ ⁺ ⫾ CREDITS i have not written a fic in so effing long nd i was high writing this so excuse my rustiness :c but i have risen from my grave so let’s rejoice nonetheless ! !blade is on my mind 24/7 n i just want to be used n abused by him omfg turn me OWT! i listened to one of the girls by the weeknd literally the entire time i wrote this sooo feel free to listen while reading ^_^ i was js writing as i went so ts is very pwp sorryyy . . i’m gonna try to be more active on here i js need time to write so in the meantime pls show that my works would be appreciated here =( likes & reblogs are so GREATLY APPRECIATED ! ! ! if u don’t like, pls scroll cs comm guidelines r so mean to creators T_T
˖ ⁺ ⫾ RUN TIME 7.5k+ words . (of pure filth)
IF SOMEBODY ASKED you who your favorite artist was, you would say Ren—known by his moniker: BLADE. There was nothing you didn't like about this man; everything about him fundamentally and ultimately was the object of a girlish obsession. You knew all of his songs front to back, followed his social media on every single platform, and never missed a single piece of media uploaded about him. Your life was built around his style: dark and mysterious and enigmatic. He was your number one, unmatched and unchanged.
He was a hard man to come by. He frequently held small shows, with no more than twenty-thousand people on the high end. It was impossible to go, and every time you tried, your chance miserably passed you up. But this time, June twenty-third, twenty-twenty-three, you were right there, in the middle of the pit, only mere feet away from Blade. It was your first time seeing him in person by the grace of your best friend who surprisingly snagged tickets, and you’d never been more grateful in your life.
Blade was ethereal. The concert videos you’d seen over the years did not compare to the image in front of your face. It was dark, the main lights being spotlights shone on his pearly, perspiring, black, skin-tight silk-clothed skin, and dim red LED lights on the set behind him. His fingers ran effortlessly across his guitar, an inexplicably attractive riff and tone singing from the instrument. You felt like you were in Heaven, your eyes never leaving the show before your eyes. It was hot and uncomfortable in the pit but it was worth it. So worth it because he looked at you: taking you in with an unfaltering stare. His lip slipped between his teeth, and he shook his head, throwing stray locks to the back, and God, you felt as though you needed to be bolted to the ground with the way you wanted to jump on the stage. He walks up to the microphone, the most gut-wrenchingly hot vocals sliding off of his tongue. His eyes were closed, smudged eyeliner emphasizing his fluttering, long lashes, and his lips were spit-slicked, parting and pursing with each sultry lyric leaving. They were plump and rosy as if they were asking to be kissed—it was a sight to behold.
You sang your heart out, dragging your hand from waving in the air down a curvy path on your body, going from your shoulder to your chest to below where Blade’s sight would reach. You turned to your friend and recited the lyrics with a big smile and following giggle, all to turn your attention back to the stage and lock eyes with him. Your thighs clamped together just at the narrowed and burning gaze he delivered. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted a man more than you do right now.
Your friend found a way closer to the stage and you wedged your way between the crowd, finding yourself so close that the speakers were banging on your eardrums. You could feel the music in your bones, and all you could think of to describe it was hot and heavy. Maybe it was all of the pregaming you and your friend did before the concert, or the condensed heat and gyrating bodies, but you were so hot. You wipe your sweaty skin as you sway to the beginning of the next song, taking out your phone to begin recording.
Blade leans into the mic, muttering lowly, “I want you all to sing.” He pulls the microphone out of the stand, letting his guitar hang off of his shoulder from the strap. And that’s when he makes his way to where you stand, muttering small “yeah”’s and “good job”’s into the mic as the crowd collectively sings. He kneels right before you, “Sing.” he says into the mic.
You go wide-eyed—cute, he thinks—but you start singing. You grab an open portion of the microphone, leaning in as close as possible and reciting the lyrics of the song just as you were told. All eyes and cameras were on you, and that included Blade, who held an intense gaze on you the entire verse. When you finish the crowd erupts in cheers and screams, and he pulls away, finishing the song. You turned to your friend and screamed about your main character moment, dancing and singing even happier into her recording phone. This was the best night of your life.
For the rest of the concert, you had the time of your life. Blade ends the show with a final guitar solo, the entire audience silent as he wrecks the strings and pours his heart into his vocals. He briefly spoke to his fans, thanking everyone for coming out and heading backstage as everyone began to clear out. And all he could think about was that girl who his eyes couldn't help but wander toward, and to whom his thoughts dedicated his innuendos. He remembers the sign you held at the beginning of the show: “BLADE ♡WNS M(Y)E (HEART) ♡”. Your eyes honed filth that your natural disposition didn’t and he longed for it. He held bated breath as he informed his security about you, requesting you be located and brought to him and they replied with “We’ll try our best, sir.”
It was an after-concert tradition for Blade to hit up a local club, especially in situations like this where it was his last stop. He hoped he’d find you there, but he knew you would, especially if you were as big of a fan as you looked.
“Yukong, just thirty minutes! Please!!” you pleaded, trying to pull your friend into your opinion. She shook her head no, “I can’t! I have to go home! I’m so tired and you know…” you stop your friend there, not wanting to hear about her boyfriend.
“Fine. I’m still going though, text me when you get home.” you didn’t want Yukong to go home. But arguing was pointless, and only time was being put to the test, not her stubbornness. You knew from your years as a Blade fan that he always went to the club after a concert to meet fans, and some rumors even suggested ulterior motives, so you wanted to go. Yukong frowned at your flat expression but still hugged you, waving at you as she got in her car to go home. You’d be flying solo, but you had faith in yourself.
So you make your way over to the nearest club via taxi, praying that this is the one that Blade would visit. You weren’t all too familiar with the place, its name, Starskiff Haven, only being one you’ve heard in passing. Regardless, your thoughts were assured by the abundance of fighting and pushing bodies to get in the door—and when your phone lit up, a Twitter notification from a Blade Updates page noting his location, Starskiff Haven, you smiled widely, making your way to the line.
It was way too long and you weren’t interested in waiting all night—you had to meet Blade. A time like this is when Yukong comes into hand with her very stern persuasion, something that’s near impossible to deny. But she left, and you’d have to figure out a way in. And a thought immediately came to mind.
You walked to the front of the line, breathing in deeply and psyching yourself up for how incredibly you were about to embarrass yourself. When you exhale, you book it, beelining straight into the club, right past security. You immediately shift your demeanor, blending into the crowd seamlessly as security guards rush in, looking around for you. Hiding behind the most cluelessly drunk girl, you make your way to the bar, immediately ordering a sidecar. It packed a punch and the combination of how many shots you had earlier, it’d be just enough to get you through whatever you were about to do.
You turn around in the swivel stool, taking in the atmosphere and coasting the area for any sighting of Blade. The club was darker than the concert but heavily illuminated with hazy, colorful LEDS and much, much louder, filled to the brim with chatter and deafening bass-boosted music. Your drink was brought to you moments later, and with a big sip, you raked your eyes over the club once again. You could see bodies grinding on the main floor, the DJ bopping his head as his hands moved diligently across his DJ controller, couples making out and slipping into cornered areas, and friend groups recording and taking pictures. It was a lively environment, sure, and from the strength that beat on your tongue, established by incredibly skilled bartenders—but you weren’t looking for a new clubbing spot, you were looking for Blade.
And Blade was looking for you. Swimming through the unforgivingly hot crowd for you. He wasn’t itching to have you, he was itching to take you. Every time he closed his eyes he was brought back to his time on stage and how you danced in the audience. How your lips pushed out his lyrics and how your hands couldn’t stop waving in the air and running on your skin. How you swiped off sweat from your forehead and fanned yourself with your sign. And how you couldn’t keep your star-filled eyes off of him. Every light reflection off of your eyes showed desperation and neediness. You were begging to be picked without ever uttering a word, and he was not one to ignore indulgence. You needed him and he wanted you—so where are you?
Perched on that blue-velvet cushioned swivel stool. Sipping whatever remaining contents of your sidecar. And when he saw you, you saw him. You locked eyes and each plastered ill-intended smirks across your faces. And while you had his attention, you brought the glass to your lips, smacking them open and running your tongue along the sugar rim, collecting the sweetness on your tongue. You sucked on your tongue, rolling your eyes and he swears the “Ahh” leaving your lips is audible from his distance. He stayed still even as you slapped down your money on the counter, hopping down and disappearing into the crowd.
You make your way to him quickly, holding onto your rapidly rising chest and laughing at yourself. You were on a roll of unbelievable behavior, but it seemed to be a clean stroke because you were yet to meet a roadblock. And in a very blurry couple of minutes, the goal you’d been working toward was in the palm of your hand—literally.
You danced your way to Blade when you were finally close to him, sliding up against his body sweetly. He was tall and so sturdy against you, but he was smooth like butter as he synced to your movements and danced behind you. His hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he pushed up against you. Your exchange was wordless but it spoke volumes. It felt like a dream, entirely too good to be true but you indulged anyway, grinding against him. A gasp escapes your mouth as his left hand unabashedly grapes your tit, squeezing roughly and experimentally. His other hand trails dangerously on the band of your shorts and you let your head fall back on his shoulder, “I'm your biggest fan…”
He laughs at your declaration, leaning to press his lips feather-lightly at the shell of your ear, “Are you now?” you nod immediately, pressing into him. “‘Blade owns me’.” he mocks your sign, and laughs when he feels you slightly tense under his touch.
“I picked you,” and again, he leans down to your ear, “Are you happy, slut?” The word is so mean but it sounds so good from him. You nearly moan, nodding eagerly, as if complying with his word came with a medal. You were a slut, so willing to give it up as soon as he laid eyes on you. And you weren’t afraid to go low to get his attention, doing just about anything to be his for the night.
Fangirls like you are nothing new to Blade and as a man who looks like he does, it comes with the territory. He can read you like a damn book, cover to cover with ease because despite how enigmatic and indifferent to the norm you may try to appear, you wear your whole being on your sleeve. You do everything in your power to be somebody you're not. Your life revolves around who you think you should be and not who you are. A lot of girls are born with “it”: an innate ability to be the one wanted and desired, but you? Your “it” is manufactured, the blueprint drawn out by girls who are it. You're stuck in a limbo created by your age: too old to not be settling down, but too young to not live your life, and you try to make a box for yourself, being the exception to a path laid out for you. You're lost in the life you lead, and with the way you're dancing so shamelessly and needily on him, Blade knows you. You’re the type of girl who sees getting used as a flex, and despite signing an NDA or promising to never say anything, you’ll tell this person and that person that you got to sleep with the Blade; that the Blade picked you. Women like you are a cancer in the industry. Pests that are incessant and damn near impossible to get rid of. He knows you won't be any different than those before you, but there’s a desire to take you that he cannot ignore.
It’s his natural instinct as a man—or he’s just a shitty person. Perhaps a combination of both, because all he can think about is putting you to use. You’re making it so easy, moaning into the air under the thick remixed song the DJ is spinning, grinding against him, and holding his hand on your tit—you want him, and you’re giving yourself to him on a silver platter. You have a clear lack of respect for yourself, but luckily for you, that’s Blade’s type in women.
The atmosphere seems to be getting heavier, and it feels like time is getting slow and choppy. Now your arms are around Blade’s neck and his large hands are holding onto your ass, and you’re so close, you can feel your chests brushing with each breath you take. The world around you is nothing but background. It doesn’t exist to you, it doesn't matter to you. Not when you have Blade, the literal man of your dreams, right in your palm, and all he's looking at is you.
You feel so special. So wanted and so desired. You feel all eyes on you like you're the main attraction and everybody can’t help but watch and weep, wishing to be you. Your ego is skyrocketed and every embarrassing thing you’ve done tonight doesn't matter to you anymore because it paid off. Your eyes locked and the space between you closed. Your heart synced with the booming beat of the current song playing. You lean in, pressing your hands at the back of his neck and pulling him in. And you kiss him. You kiss Blade.
Blade kisses you back. He tightens the grip on your ass and you moan into his mouth, letting him infiltrate your mouth. He sucks on your tongue, smiling against you when he feels you push up on your tippy toes and hears you whimper into his mouth. He kisses you back. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, pecking your lips once more before moving to your cheek, then to your jaw, then to your neck. His hands are groping at you, roughly grabbing your ass, then your waist, then your breasts. “Are you wet?”
He says it so only you can hear it. You nod. “How wet?” He moves back up to your jaw, placing another kiss. You flutter your lashes, meeting his gaze, “So wet. All for you.”
At your response, he groans, pulling off of you. He chuckles when you pout at him. You’re just what he needs for this night. He grabs your chin, holding your face and leaning down, your lips brushing against his own. “I'm going to go smoke.” and he tells you this for a reason.
You watch with the biggest smile on your face as he sifts through the crowd, heading out of a side door. It was now or never.
Quickly, you rush to the bathroom to freshen up. You fix your hair, digging into your pocket and fishing out your lipgloss, reapplying, and you fan yourself, cooling down to not look a flustered mess. And just as quick as you ran in, you ran out toward the side door, immediately looking both ways for Blade. You smell smoke distantly and turn right, and a few paces down he stood, leaning against the brick wall of the neighboring restaurant. He's next to stacks of old wood and crates and you smile, thinking about whatever was about to go down between you.
You step in front of him and he smiles, taking you in once again. He blows his smoke in your face, tapping the ash off the cigarette before smashing the butt into the wall behind him. “Hi,” you say. He says nothing back, just slides his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in. The kiss you share this time is messy and he now asserts control, nipping your bottom lip when he feels you go weak and pulls back.
He rakes his eyes up and down your body as you stand for him. This is the first time all night he’s seen you properly, in moderately okay lighting. Your jean mini-skirt is tight to you, accentuating the curve and fullness of your ass, and teases what’s beneath with your plump thighs poking out and how it rides up slightly. Your skin-tight baby tank is seemingly one with your figure, bringing out the best in you and making him smile with the “I ♡ BLADE” print across your chest. Your thigh-high boots did nothing when you were near him—he was looming and caging. He was intimidating and arousing, and with the lustful gaze you shared, the climax of your day was steadily approaching.
“Take it off.” He looks down at your chest and you get the memo; immediately grabbing the hem of your tank top and pulling it over your head. “Slow. Take your time…” And you listen, letting your body swivel as you remove the shirt. You unhook the clasp of your bra, and before your boobs could spill out of the confines, he grabs you and wedged you between him and the wall he previously leaned on.
The front of your body is slapped on the cold brick, but you’re swallowed in warmth as he presses against you, grinding his hard-on against your ass. One hand grabs your wrists, and the other turns you around. You look at him innocently, shivering at the breeze that blows down the alley. You can smell him: woody, smokey, and expensive. Yet here he was, pressing you up against a brick wall in a random alley. “You’re such an easy slut, y’know.”
“Bet you been thinking about this; daydreaming about your favorite artist pinning you and trashing you like the fucking whore you are.” he presses against your front, nipping at your jaw. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
You whimper, “Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours.”
“Tell me.” He growls - your answer not sufficing. “Want you to break me,”
“Always fantasized…wanting you to shove your dick down my throat and use it mindlessly and mercilessly.” He begins to kiss down your throat again, licking the tender skin. He smirks when you stop talking, your breath hitching and your head craning backward to open the expanse of your neck. He starts biting on your newfound sweet spot when you begin again, “Spit in my mouth and force me to swallow it with your cum,”
He gets to your chest, immediately taking a nipple between his teeth. He listens to you wince and whine as he does, pushing your chest into his face. “And make me beg you to fuck me. Teasing me…fuck—pinching me, pulling my hair until I'm teary-eyed and begging…”
“...And then you fuck me like you hate me; choking me, slapping me, degrading me all while I thank you stupidly.”
“You’re just fucking disgusting,” he mumbles around your nipple. He lets your hands go, palming your free tit immediately. His eyes are narrow as you whine when he twinges the bud roughly. “Put so much thought into this…you’re a weirdo slut.”
You shake your head, breathing out heavily to refute his claim, “Nuh-uh—your biggest fan.” you correct.
He laughs at you. You’re much more fun than he thought, and a lot less shameless, too. You're throwing all of your big cards out; this is your go-big or go-home moment, and while you have him here, you’ll bare yourself wholly because if not now, then not ever. Blade has to commend your patience though. You're letting him toy around, graze around your unknown territory and feel you out. You’re needy but obedient. Tired of waiting but understanding. Absolutely fucking shameful and proud, but eager to be good—so maybe he was wrong about you. You do have an “it”: an innate ability to be the perfect fucktoy.
When he lets you go, he immediately instructs you to get on your knees. And you listen immediately. The cold gravel digs into your bare knees and it's incredibly uncomfortable, yet you don’t utter a word. Your nipples are hard and pebbled and are probably so sensitive, yet you say nothing. You only sit before him, fingers dancing on the exposed thigh as you look up at him, waiting to be put to use.
So he slaps you. As you told him to—he slaps you, and his hand is heavy coming against your skin. It sounds off for what felt like possibly hundreds of miles, and your face doesn’t sting, but it hurts. The skin is heating up from the impact and your head turns to the side, hair falling against your face, yet you don’t utter a word. He grabs the back of your head, forcing you to look at him and dangerously smiling when your teary eyes look up at him wide and thankfully. “Pull my cock out,” he instructs, letting you go and standing up straight.
You get to work on his belt, undoing it swiftly, and then you unbutton his pants. You tease yourself: slowly pulling the zipper down, and when pulling his pants down to his ankles, you palm him softly, gently patting his throbbing cock and staring at the growing wet spot in his underwear. You kiss the wet spot, and then you kiss it again, and again until you suck lightly on it while making eye contact with him. You moan at the very faint taste, fluttering your eyes shut, and finally sliding your hand under the band of his underwear, holding his dick.
Blade hisses at your touch, bucking slightly into your hold at the initial contact. Usually, he’d curse you out at this point for going so slow, but he’s letting it slide this time; allowing you to take control and show him how worth it and nasty you really are.
He’s big. He’s thick—your hand can just barely wrap around the entire shaft, and as you lift him to unsheath him from his boxers, you feel how heavy he is. And hard. So fucking hard.
You gawk at his cock like a kid in a candy store, staring at his leaking slit intensely—almost as if you're waiting. “Go ahead; show me how big of a fan you are.”
You kiss his tip, the bead of precum smearing on your lips. Smacking your lips apart suggestively, you wrap your right hand around the base, applying tightness and pressure as you find the right grip, and when you do, you finally lick a clean stripe across the head. Your tongue sweeps up the new milky droplet spilling out, and you contently hum at the taste, making him groan in response. You lick from the angry tip all the way to his trimmed base, then back up again until you’ve teased every side of him and located his sensitive vein.
If anybody would have told you that all you dreamed about would be coming to fruition—all by mere luck and chance—you wouldn’t believe it. And you still don't; even as you spit a thick bead of your saliva on his cock and then massage it in with your tongue, swirling all around the sensitive head. But it’s real because he moans out for you as you finally take him in, the throb getting heavier as he sits on your tongue and your lips hug him tight.
You begin your ministrations: toying with his balls lightly as you bob up and down, going as far as you could. You tried your best to take him all in. You stretched your mouth wide around him until it felt like your mouth was going to rip at the corners and until it felt like all you could do was sputter and leak drool around him. Tears brimmed in your eyes and each time you blinked them back, keeping a pretty smile on your face every time you came up for air. Your lipgloss was mixed in with spit, and clear tear streaks had already begun to run their course with your base makeup, but you didn't stop. You were moaning incessantly, suffocating his dick in your intense vibrations that had him moaning and grunting.
When you come up from your nth deepthroat attempt, it's not for air, but to breathlessly huff out “Fuck my face…please,” And since you asked so nicely…
“Blink twice if it gets to be too much.” You open your mouth as wide as you could, sticking your tongue out. He pulls your hair back for you, yanking your head back and spitting on your tongue. His eyes tell you not to move, so you don’t, keeping eye contact with him as he wraps his other hand around your own, guiding your smaller hands up and down his shaft. He shudders, “F-fuck…’m so fuckin’ hard…”
And then he slides onto your tongue, not wasting any time before bottoming out in your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise, and your unprepared gags speak volumes to your shock. But that doesn't deter you from wrapping your lips around him. And from there, he pulls out, pulling your head back and then pushing you back down as he thrusts his hips forward. He curses under his breath before picking up his pace, thrusting so hard that his grip tightens on your hair to hold you properly in place, fucking roughly into your face. You can only choke and sputter, having already taken your hands from around his dick and digging crescent nail shapes into his thighs. The sounds eliciting from the two of you are so nasty and filthy. His balls slap at your chin, your voice rings out from around his girth, and his moans echo around the world. You can’t take it but you’re doing a great job of trying. He slaps your face again, pulling out and hitting his tip on your tongue. “Keep your fucking eyes on me,”
“If you can do that, I'll cum all down your throat and all over your pretty fucking face, okay?” You nod eagerly, and as an incredibly degrading action of praise and acceptance, he slaps his spit-slicked dick against your cheek a few times. “Good girl.” Butterflies swarm in your stomach at his praise.
When Blade slides in, he smacks against your face. He goes to the very hilt, pushing his way to the depths of your throat roughly. Your nose is pressed up against his pelvis, and your cheeks are catching stray tears. But this is consistent as he begins thrusting, using you per your request. He grunts out each time his tip hits the back of your throat, thrusting so roughly and meanly into you. Again, you feel like all you can do is choke and gag, spilling slobber and precum mix back down his length. It’s fucking filthy and the loud squelching and impact noises hit your ears nastily, yet you can’t help but squirm and attempt to grind for friction to subdue the need throbbing in your clit.
Above you, the man is falling apart. His hips stutter every now and then and his voice is fucking endless. His long hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and sides of his neck, and it looks damn near intentionally placed from how beautiful he looks. The outdoor lights are like distant illuminators; glowing behind him softly—almost angelically. His eyebrows are knitted together and he struggles to keep his eyes every time he reaches the back of your throat and you start gagging. It’s beyond pleasurable. Blade isn't sure if it’s because of all the tension the two of you have built up, or if it's because he hasn't had any action in the last 3 weeks because of his neverending schedule, or if it’s because your mouth is fucking amazing, but he can't keep himself together. His chest starts heaving faster as he comes close to his high, his knees beginning to buckle, and his stomach caving.
You flick your tongue on the underside of his cock as much as you can and glue your eyes to his, seeing his release breaking him down inch by inch. “Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!” He announces, throwing his head back.
He stills in your mouth and you take the opportunity to suck harshly on his tip, swirling your tongue around it like it’s the sweetest lolly you’ve ever tasted. He pulls out of your mouth, and you vigorously stroke his cock, so focused and determined to milk him dry. He leans forward, slapping his palm against the wall behind you for stability as he cums. He moans so prettily as he paints your face, the warm ropes making you hum contently. You give him no break, sucking his tip one last time to make sure you get the most out of what he’s given you.
Blade catches his breath, standing up straight soon after and condescendingly cooing at the mess made on your face. He picks up a glob as he sweeps his thumb over your cheek, sliding the digit in your mouth. He presses on your tongue, finding pleasure in how you swallow your sounds under a layer of gagging, but how you never tear your eyes off of him. He does this until you’ve cleaned off your face—but he's not done with you.
You're finally allowed off of your aching knees. You're sure the gravel will leave an indent from how long you were down there. He pinches your pebbled nipples, smirking as you yelp. “What was it that was next? Making you beg..making you earn my cock in you?” you nod rapidly, backing into the wall for stability as he toys with your very sensitive tits. “Show me how you beg then.”
You put your hands on his shoulders to help you stand up, feeling so weak all of a sudden. Your voice cracks as you try to speak, meek little whimpers flowing out as he works your body expertly—like he knows what gets you going. “Please…fuck–Please fuck me, I need you so bad…!”
A shrill yelp is chased out of your throat when his palm cracks against one of your boobs, “Is that all you got? Try again.”
So you do. “Need you to fuck me, Blade. I wanna be used by you, broken–please, I'll do anything!”
“Not good enough. Again.”
“Please fuck me like the slut I am! I need to be full of you, need to have you fuck me ragged and dumb so all I think of is you!” you pitch up your voice, breathing it all out in one breath.
Pitiful. Another smack. “Again.”
“I'm so needy for you, please! It hurts–I need you so much, it hurts! Please…”
And he's heard enough. His right hand slides up to your neck, forcing you against the wall. His grip is tight, fingers pressing into the sides and you have to fight for your eyes to not roll to the back of your head. “You must not want me as bad as you acted like you did…”
“I do! I do!” You interject, but your voice is weak and small—nothing in comparison to his deep and lust-saturated tone. “Then act like you do. Beg.”
He runs his other hand up your thigh, cupping your cunt. Your panties are soaked, and he can feel the heat radiating off of you. He pushes the fabric to the side, running two fingers through your folds and you swear you almost fell out then and there. You'd gone teased and untouched all night—you were beyond ready.
“Pussy is fucking soaked…” he mumbles, letting his index and middle finger twirl through your folds, getting closer and closer to your clit. “You want me here? To fuck your sloppy pussy until you're cumming your brains out?”
Your eyes start to roll and he can feel the pulse intensify in your cunt. That's exactly what you wanted. “Say it. Say ‘I want my sloppy pussy fucked until I'm cumming my brains out, Blade’. Say it,”
You part your lips, and he slightly loosens the grip on your throat, “Wan–want…I want my sloppy pussy…” You get shy with your words, and he delivers a slap to your clit. The stimulation has you buckling over. You feel like his hands on you are going to be the death of you. “Say it.”
With the courage finally built up, “I want my sloppy pussy fucked until I'm cumming my brains out, Blade! Please, I need it s’bad…feel like I'm gonna fucking die!” leaves your lips easily like spreading butter on toast. His lips that you never got enough of tasting quirk up into his signature smirk. He lets you go, pushing you against the wooden crates and flipping up your jean skirt.
“There you go; atta-fucking-girl.” he practically rips your panties off of you, slapping your pussy just for the hell of it. He cringes at the sound it makes and laughs cruelly at your whimpering. He presses up against you, his semi-hard dick pressed against your ass, and he wraps his arm around you and shows you the coat of your arousal that paints his fingers. “Spit.”
With your spit and abundance of slick collected on his fingers, Blade strokes his cock, going until he’s near painfully hard. The sounds he elicits make your pussy clench around nothing, needing to be satiated so desperately. “Are you ready? There’s no going back.”
This is somehow the sweetest moment for you. Your heart swells and you can only sheepishly nod, wiggling your hips eagerly. “Never been more sure about anything in my life. Ruin me.”
Ask once more, and you shall receive once more. His cock is swiped through your folds and collects a considerable amount of your arousal. He lines up at your entrance, watching you brace yourself with a smile ingrained into his face. He pushes in with a sharp inhale, biting his tongue at the feel of your tightness. Your pussy sucks him right in and—fuck. Warm and soft and tight, he could cum right now.
Your face crinkles up and you grip tightly onto the wooden crates in front of you. You’ve dreamt of this for so long—touched yourself at night to the thought and it's finally happening. He's inside of you, stretching you out, sinking in and in and in, inch by inch until he buries himself deep in your guts, until his tight and heavy balls are touching your folds. You're so sensitive you feel like you're ready to cream already, and you need it, need him, and need more. You grind your hips back on him, exhaling thickly as you rest your head against your forearm. “So fucking ready for me…”
His hand cracks down on your ass. It hurts so well and you wince, arching your back further. He sighs, kneading your skin softly. Then he pulls out, inching out until only the tip sits idly in you. You turn around to look at him, and doing that ignites his fire.
Your face is pathetic and fucked out already. Eyebrows knitted together and your eyes heavy, hardly staying open. Your lips are parted yet folded into a small frown, and perspiration rests at your hairline. You egg him on to slam into you, and he watches your frown drop into a wide ‘o’ shape, your eyes fluttering. So he does it again. And your lip now slips between your teeth. And again. And you drop your head back onto your arms.
And so Blade keeps up this pace, gradually going faster as the pit in his stomach urges him to do so. Your sounds are now uncontrollable—they fly out of you like a skipping record, incoherent babbles, and sinful moans. Each collision of your bodies elicits a visceral, wet slap that echoes off the walls of the alleyway. People around the world could probably hear what you're doing, and you're not sure if that bothers you…if the thought of a curious passerby walking down this alley naïvely would be an issue. If anything, it makes you get louder, your throat not getting to rest.
He hits you again, groaning when your pussy clenches around him. “You’re so fucking loud– you want somebody to find us?” Yes, that is what you want to say. But you moan out louder, shaking your head no. He hits you again. “Don’t lie to me,”
“You’re a fucking painslut,” he spits at you. He wraps his arm to reach your clit, immediately finding the bud and pinching it. Your knees go weak and he stabilizes you against him by pushing you further into the crates in front of you. You sniffle and whimper, presumably spilling tears down your filthy fucking face but doing nothing but asking for more. You've gotten so wet, dripping everywhere messily and Blade only cringes his face up with each wet collision. You're so nasty, so filthy, letting a stranger who you parasocial bonded yourself to defile you in public. He's feeding into your crazed delusions, but he’d honestly rather be doing nothing else. When he pinches your clit again your body shakes. Your knees buckle again and from the waist up you're basically limp. He feels you tighten around him and he sucks his teeth, parting your ass to peer at the milky ring forming around the base of his cock. “Did you just fucking cum?” Yes, you did. And you felt like Heaven doing it.
“You came ‘cause I pinched your clit…” he does it again and you jolt up, whining for him to stop. “So if I slap it…” he slaps it, eyeing you for your reaction. “Or rub on it like I love you…” his fingers run circles on your bud, feeling you get impossibly tighter around him. “So fucking easy.”
He resumes his thrusts like he never stopped—slamming into you unapologetically and now additionally, rubbing on your cute, abused clit. He's not going to last long at this rate. Your pussy gushes around him like a running river and the noises have gotten even nastier. Squelching and the occasional puffs of air escaping…you’re a mess.
“Love this fucking cunt,” he praises while pinching your clit. His free hand that rested on the small of your back is now holding onto your neck, forcing you to stand upright against him. Blade is lean but muscular. His arms flex and you feel his abs every time your bodies get close enough. His strong thighs touch yours and it's like you feel his entire body weight every time he pushes into you. “So good, ‘s so fucking good, Blade!”
The man laughs at your outburst. He angles his hips differently, trying so hard to find your sweet spot to get you creaming again. “Yeah?” he asks, tightening his grip on your throat. “Mhm-!” you concur.
“Where?” He’s sure he's found it, and he drives his hips up, groaning happily once he feels your gummy walls contract around him. “Here?”
Your head nods rapidly. “Yes, yes, yes–fuck! Right there, oh my fucking God!”
Neither of you are going to last. Blade’s balls are so tight and the way your pussy hugs him is even tighter. You suck him in like you never want him to leave, but your over-stimulated squeals and shaking thighs suggest otherwise. He’s found your sweet spot and is recklessly abusing it, going all or nothing. The way he toyed with your clit like a kitten pawing at a toy was too much—it started to hurt, to throb endlessly as your stomach knotted and your hole drooled. His grip on your neck was the icing on the cake. You felt like you could no longer breathe — like his thrusts were knocking the wind out of you and him choking you was keeping it out. Every little thing he did pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
He was even more merciless than before. Blade fucked into you harder, rougher, and faster than before, and you chalked that up to his orgasm catching up to him. You listen to his songs on repeat all the time but never have you heard him sing more beautifully than now as he digs your pussy out. You were really blessed with this night, and now it is coming to a very eventful end.
“‘M gonna fucking cum–!” You announce, and Blade nods his head in agreement. He slaps your cunt one last time, his fingers covered in your juices now tweaking at one of your nipples. “Me…me too, fuck.”
He leans into your ear, “Make me cum in this fucking pussy,” a throaty moan breaks his sentence, and you moan back, feeling it coming. “So close, so close…!”
It's this contraction that has Blade falling apart. He thrusts into you one last time, his eyes shooting wide open as he cums deep in you. He moans gutturally and shakily, feeling you clench tighter as you orgasm as well. His hips stutter in you and your hips ride back onto him as you both come down from your highs. The alley is now deafeningly silent and you flush in embarrassment from how loud you must have been. He lets your neck and tit go, using one hand to now spread your ass and pull out his cock. Your pussy is puffy and shiny, and when he’s out, he watches with a burning gaze as your mixture of cum starts to slightly spill out.
He groans, slapping your ass one last time. You two finally separate, and you turn around to look at him. You're sure he doesn't look as fucked up as you do, but even so disheveled and fucked out and sweaty as he is, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter. He pulls up his boxers and pants, fixing his shirt before he looks over at your mostly naked frame. He comes over to you, pulling down your skirt, and his doing this makes you feel less like a one-night stand, and more like one of his girls.
Being so close to you, he breathes you in. You smell like sex, but beneath that is a layer of whatever fruity perfume you sprayed on you, and it's delectable; so he kisses you. It's something he doesn't usually do, and he wouldn't have done it for you, but you entrance him. Perhaps it's because you're what he likes— he's met his match.
But you kiss each other passionately like you were trying to reignite the flame you just spent God knows how long fucking out. Your tongues are well acquainted with one another, swirling and bumping and riding past one another knowingly. He pulls away from you, looking in your eyes as he lets spit fall onto your tongue once again. You smile happily as you swallow it—God, you could do this forever. “Come back with me,”
You didn't expect him to say that. You blink your eyes a few times in disbelief. This night can't be any more unreal. He notices your confusion and smiles, “Is that a no–”
“–No! I'll come with you!” you don't know where he’s taking you, or what it means to go with him. You do know that you’ll have a lot to tell Yukong, NDA or not, and that you’ll never forget this day.
Smiling again, this time devilishly, Blade pulls away from you, pinching your cheek. “Good girl.”
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Minsung taking their inexperienced babygirl's virginity omfg-
I actually got SO carried away with this so thank you for allowing me to just dump my entire brainrot about Minsung + inexperienced virgin reader.
They'd be so sweet with her :( Minsung would be so gentle and cautious with the way that they treat and handle her body. To them, she's so delicate and fragile that the thought of the two of them taking her at the same time, is going to seriously hurt her especially since she’s never had sex before.
For them, that just means as much foreplay as they think she needs and then some just to be absolutely sure. Possibly an hour, maybe even an hour and a half just to really ensure that shes anatomically ready to take them.
That makes the foreplay so much fun for her though. She gets to experience her first ever oral orgasm through Minho eating her out slowly. He's not rushing, not going anywhere anytime soon, which really drags out and elongates the length of what it feels like to cum. She squirms so much when he goes down on her! But Minho also has no trouble holding her down around her thighs to make sure she doesn't jump all over the place knowing that it's her first time being sexually stimulated in this way.
He had to really hold back from overwhelming her with his tongue and mouth though bc that man gives good - GOOD head, and Jisung can attest to that. But all he wants is to make sure that she is wet enough for when Jisung lends a helping hand to actually start opening her up.
Despite how wet her pussy is and the saliva leftover from Minho's mouth, Jisung thinks it best to play it safe and use some lube. It doesn't hurt to and lasts much longer than spit does to keep someone wet. So he'd smear some onto his two fingers and thumb, rubbing it together so that it heats up a bit before massaging it around her pussy.
As he gets her nice and slick for his fingers, Minho would decide to sit beside her for comfort. He holds her hand in the process as Jisung begins inserting just the first knuckle of his finger into her hole. Just about every minute, he'd check in on her to see how she's doing and if she wants more or less.
But she's so utterly aroused that she ends up asking for more. Soon, one finger turns into two and Jisung finds himself curling his fingers until he makes her eyes roll back as she cums and writhes around his fingers. Also the praise and body worship would go hard with Minsung. They’re as natural givers as they are receivers, which also extends praising her for doing so well, taking her orgasms well and what not.
However, because this time is special, they want to continue making it all about her. Never mind their own pleasure - there’ll always be another time for that. This is about her feeling good during her first time (even though the minute some type of hot heat wraps around their dicks, it’s hard for them not to lose it from pleasure).
Despite her protests to take them both at the same time, they both reiterate to her that it’s probably not the right time, yet. It excites them inside when they hear that though. So they assure her that most definitely in the future, but for the time being, they fuck her slowly and gently, one at a time. Jisung being the first to ease into her because he would’ve easily cum from just watching Minho fuck her.
Jisung fucks her in missionary which gives him the ability to reach down to rub her clit to help her cum too. Since it’s her first time, they know there’s a possibility that she might not cum without clitoral stimulation. So they make sure to include that but again, not so that it’s going to overstimulate her even though she’s been brought to three orgasms in total, and a fourth which is added to the bag when it’s Minho’s turn.
He fucks her on her side, both of them facing Jisung who lightly brushes her hair out of her face as she would look up to him in desperation. It’s a good starting position that allows for more sensual energy to invade. It’s almost like a back hug but…better, more fulfilling, clearly.
Afterwards, when she’s spent and tired, a little bit sore and now completely overstimulated, their aftercare is what keeps her afloat. Neither of them leave her side on the bed. Minho is still behind her, spooning her from the back and Jisung from the front, who has his arms wrapped around her tired body too. It’s the almost the same when they run her a bath almost twenty minutes later.
Jisung will sit against the wall of the tub and just allow her to lean back and melt into his front while Minho gently massages her legs. Then, it’s changing into fluffy, warm, and comfy clothes, a snack, maybe a hot drink in the mix, and then back to cuddling all together in bed.
In addition, Minsung would hope that she feels content knowing that her first time having sex was with people who end up loving her more than she thinks. That she felt good about the sensations they managed to give her and that she felt good in her body above all else.
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omfg you should write about calling the tr boys a “good boy” in bed and then they get all red and flustered woowee
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 “𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘”
+ mikey, kazutora, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu
tw. fem!reader, cursing, dirty talk, hand!job, fingering, soft dom w! sub! reader
an. i went feral writing this and i’m not sorry
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gentle fingers interlocking together as manjiro rolls his hips, the tighter the squeeze while your legs wrap around his waist, he looks down at you slanting his eyes when pleasure shoots down his veins. “you’re such a good boy, manjiro” you whisper out to him, a gentle smile spreading across your lips as mikey stops for a split second to cast his vicious snare at you. “stop with the pet names” he scoffs, gripping your fingers while he picks up the pace, plunging his cock deeper inside you and maybe it’s to alter his expressions but manjiro can’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his chest. the words felt like honey seeping into his ears, the way you said it—the way you looked telling him he’s a good boy has manjiro gasping out as his hot seed fills your hole and when he suddenly wraps you harder in his arms, quietly humming into your ear, “y-you can call me a good boy but only if you want.”
𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀
nestled between his legs you gently stroke kazutora’s cock within your hands, fluttering your lashes while he meekly looks down at you, “good boy” you hum, poking your tongue out to swipe across your damp bottom lip. kazutora gasps, throwing his head back at the pet name you so sweetly called out to him. “always wanna be a good boy for you” kazutora whines, the coil burrowed deep within his gut begins unraveling, legs trembling while you pump him faster. “yeah? gonna cum for me, tora? be my good boy?” kazutora whimpers as your wrist flicks, gripping the swollen tip until his hips begin bucking into your palm, cute little noises falling from kazutora’s lips as he sprays pretty white ribbons on your hands and colors the sheets below him. “told you i’m always a good boy” kazutora lazily grins at you, chest heaving as you’re left a mess with his cum.
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inui features glows mysteriously while slices of light glitter down on his face, a seldom smile spreads across his face as you cup his cheek, shifting closer to him in the bed “you’re always such a good boy, seishu” you whisper out to him, inui cheeks flashing red at the words. he lingers his touch to your waist, wrapping his arms around you as inui pulls you close to his chest, snaking a hand down to your heat inui cups your cunt, “how good of a boy do i have to be to make you cum on my fingers, huh?” a low gasp slips through your lips when inui slowly draws his fingers through your slick folds, smiling at you when he hears your voice catch a different pitch. “a r-really good boy” you’re able to voice back, an arch in your spine while inui slowly pumps his fingers into your hole, “hm? what was that? didn’t quite catch that my good girl” inui smiles before curling his fingers inside you and just like that inui really is a good boy, a little too good.
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with your hands reaching out to claw on ran’s chest even then it seems like the brutal pace doesn’t falter from your doting boyfriend, ran continuously snaps his hips further—he leans down to curiously watch your facial expressions. “you’re such a good boy, ran” your cheeky smile causes ran to slow down his hips, leaning down on his elbow ran smooths over fray hairs from your face. “i know i am” he grins back so menacingly, rocking his hips back into that tantalizing tempo that can only knock the wind out of your lungs. “aren’t i such a good boy? fucking you until you can’t say anything but make those pretty noises for me?” ran groans, leaning back until both of your legs are placed over his shoulder, he kisses your ankle as the other hand leans down to trace circles on your puffy clit. “if you’re going to start giving me pet names pretty girl be sure to back it up, yeah?” ran smiles again before he is plunging his cock deeper inside you and you can’t for the life of you remember anything else after that.
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rindou runs his hands through his damp multi colored strands, smirking while he watches the way your tits bounce right in his face, using his cock however you please and rindou could honestly die a happy man. he’s nowhere near cumming anytime soon, basking in your warm walls sucking him in and how fucking good you feel wrapped around his thick cock. “good boy” you gasp, planting your hands down on rindou’s chest for some leverage as the hot coil in your stomach snaps against your inner gut. rindou ignores it, biting down on his bottom lip as the name filters through his mind—he fucking hates how much his cock throbs at that word, why does it feel so good all of a sudden? is he really a good boy? but before rindou can even process what you’ve even said he’s burying himself deeper inside you as he coats your walls with his hot cum. never making eye contact rindou just grabs you to shove your face into his neck, “you’re my best boy, rin” and just like that rindou is fucking hard again.
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“fuck princess, please say it again” sanzu moans so loudly it rattles your ears, the curdling whimpers of such a vicious man becoming nothing but a withering mess. sanzu looks up at you with half lidded eyes, scarred lips curling into a smile while you bend down to leave open mouth kisses against his neck. “good boy, haru. you’re such a good boy” you praise him, rolling your hips as the tip of his cock bruises along your cervix, sanzu moans again at the name—if it’s possible stars are blistered in his vision, he never knew just a simple word could drive him fucking insane. “yeah, such a good boy” sanzu babbles incoherently, snapping his fingers on the fat of your hips and pushing you down harder on him, “can i cum inside my pretty girl? wanna be a good boy for you” sanzu grunts, looking right at you and how could you deny that sweet face when he’s just begging to be such a good boy, only for you.
#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyorev x reader#tokrev x reader#tokyorev smut#tokrev smut#mikey smut#kazutora smut#inui smut#ran smut#rindou smut#sanzu smut#mikey x reader#kazutora x reader#inui x reader#ran x reader#rindou x reader#sanzu x reader
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Helooooo! I saw that you started a Hazbin Hotel blog and I wanted to make a requesttt! Also I hope you’re having a good day!! ♡
Ok ok ok so what is Vox finds out that his assistant (aka the reader preferably f!) was a famous dancer in her past life so to get more viewers he constantly creates advertisements for her performances (once she finally agrees to perform again) And one day he finally could make it to one of her shows he just becomes absolutely head over heels for the reader and it’s all lovey dovey and tooth achingly sweettt
If you could do this that would be great!
Hiii! omfg, I loved this Idea so much!! I tweaked the idea a bit, I hope that's okay with you? I hope you enjoy though hun <3
You were sitting bored at home, all alone with nothing to do. Vox was in some meeting with Camilla so you couldn't annoy him this time, to your dismay. Scrolling through your phone on Voxtagram you saw a few people dancing, you scoffed “I could do so much better..” you thought to yourself. and you did! Back when you were alive you used to be a flamenco dancer with a beautiful red flowy dress and your hair slicked back into a ponytail. Ah the good old days right? but.. I guess they didn't have to be just memories, right? You had talent! you should take it up again! I mean, you had nothing better to do! You grabbed a Voxtek speaker and connected it to your phone playing “Rosa Maria '' by Paco de Lucía. You stretched a bit and started dancing to the rhythm, getting lost in the beats your hair swung back on fourth, the music was loud enough for all your neighbors to hear, but you could honestly care less. Dancing again, god It gave you such a rush.. despite being in hell, you'd never felt more alive.
The next morning you had rushed to work, an assistant for Voxtek had you waking up early, but everything else about that job was great! you got to see the almighty Vee's everyday! despite Valentino's tantrums you had to take care of a few times, and velvette's constant teasing, you had grown attached to them. Especially Vox, your boyfriend. The day was pretty easy, you had finished the majority of your paperwork in the first few hours of your shift. Honestly, you deserve a break. So you gave yourself one, but you craved the freedom you felt while dancing, so you put on some headphones and blasted some flamenco dancing music, once again dancing to the rhythm, feeling a sense of freedom like never before. Unbeknownst to you though, Vox was standing right behind you holding a cup of coffee with his jaw wide open. He was in awe of your beauty taking in every minute of it. Unfortunately for him, you noticed quickly and quickly jumped back, the headphones falling off of your head and landing on the ground. In complete embarrassment, you stood still staring at Vox, he smiled. “I never knew you could dance darling. why didn't you tell me?”. You tried shaking off the embarrassment, but you're sure he could tell by your expressions. “I dunno why I never told you. it never came up I guess? I used to be a flamenco dancer when I was alive, and I recently just started dancing again”. Vox walked up and brushed the hair out of my face with his slender and sharp fingers. He smirked, “Y'know doll, you've really got a talent for this” He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him while grinning. You smiled at his affections pulling him in for a hug you buried your head into his shoulders and neck. “Talent like this…” Vox continued, running his hands down your hair “It can't be wasted.. Oh! Here's an idea! you could do advertisements for Voxtek while you dance!” You almost choked in air at the mention of this idea, I mean, you making advertisements dancing? that's insane.. you just started practicing again- it's nothing more than a hobby..although you did dance in your past life, I guess it wouldn't be a stretch? After thinking about it for what seemed like an eternity to Vox, you agreed to it.
A few weeks went by with your new job, Vox seemed so proud and happy with you. as a treat, he took you out on a date. He wanted this date to be different though, usually he would call up a limousine and take you to a fancy restaurant. but you deserved something more heartfelt, so he took you on a walk around town and after you two would both have a nice home cooked meal made by him. it was perfect, but on your walk you certainly got noticed because of your new advertising job a lot, catcalled and flirted with. It's a miracle Vox didn't rip their heads off when they said those things. needless to say Vox didn't let you advertise for Voxtek again. The poor jealous man hated the stares you were getting, he was close to causing another blackout. He did blow a few fuses and gave you back your old assistant job and he wouldn't let you leave his sight. The advertising was fun while it lasted through, it felt freeing, like being a human again. don't worry though you'll convince him to give you back your freeing job, y'know he really can't say no to you. hey, maybe If you're lucky if you'll teach him how to dance!
I hope you enjoyed the story anon! I tried my best LMAO
(Not revised, word count is 805)
-xoxo, Ari
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stay still | CHOI BEOMGYU NSFW
p: beomgyu x fem!reader | g: smut | w: fwb!beomgyu a tease, heavy petting, fingering (f!receiving), marking, degradation; (slut, whore), pet names; (baby), smut with plot, possessive but also annoying gyu 🙄, ruined orgasm rip, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything! | wc: 1k | summary: while visiting beomgyu his friends and family just so happens to stay over too. instead of sleeping in the guest room you end up sleeping in his bed where you talk to him about your crush on one of his friends and wanting to stop your fwb agreement, but he tries to make you think otherwise. | a/n: guys,, this beomgyu is tainting all thoughts in my head omfg
!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
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“didn’t we agree to stay quiet? hm?” beomgyu’s low whisper raised hairs along your neck. the deep rasps in his throat never failed to make your eyes subtly roll to the back of your head. or was that because he’s been teasing you since he joined you in his bed. here you are back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling with beomgyu laying on his side.
“gyu- fuck. can you just hear me out for a- a second?” you struggle to face him after having your eyes shut a little too tight, causing you to see luminescent colours whenever you tried to blink your eyes open.
he stops his ministrations of rubbing your clothed bundle of nerves, knowing that your satin shorts have a dark patch spreading across the material. he has your one leg trapped between his thighs and the other spread out a little.
beomgyu knows how to get you shaking, he knows what makes you crave for more and how to tease you. but for some reason he just doesn’t seem to understand the fact that you may or may not have a small crush on his friend whom you’ve only met twice.
“what do you even have to say? that you want to drop me for yeonjun? he has many friends with benefits to go to, what makes you think he’ll drop them for a filthy whore like you?” he sighs, adjusting his position beside you, now resting on his arm and looking at you. his finger grazing strokes up and down your thigh hidden under the blanket you were both sharing.
“why are you being such a dick right now?" you stare right at him with your hand grabbing his wrist, stopping him at a halt from the embarrassingly delicious tingly sensation against your skin.
"me? baby, I'm satisfied with you. but it's starting to sound like you've only been hanging out with me often just to coincidentally see yeonjun too." he air quotes with his other hand.
"maybe I am? I think I like this guy, beomgyu. you're just selfish." you huff, rolling your eyes. he was beginning to irritate you.
"I'm selfish?" his fingers trail closer to your clothed core, slowly pushing the satin material aside. "no panties, as expected. it's very much whore behaviour if you tell me."
you inhale a sharp gasp as he prods at your sopping hole, gathering the slick between his middle and ring finger and gliding it up to circle lightly around your nub.
"see, my whore." he hums closer to your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "you like that hm? is that why you're in my bed and not in the guest room with yeonjun?" he smirks as he watches your chest heave just under his field of vision, noticing the way your nipples start to perk up.
"I- I wanted to confide in you," another sharp gasp intrudes your sentence as his fingers prods your entrance and gradually sinking his fingers inside you. "but- oh fuck- you don't care. you're.. so fucking stupid." you manage to mutter.
beomgyu draws out a hum as he leans forward to leave kisses and nibbles along your neck while his fingers work inside your clenching cunt. the familiar feeling of his fingers curling up just how you like it.
"I'll fuck you stupid with my fingers, now stay quiet."
he sucks at the exposed area of your neck as you turn your head away in attempt of burying it in the pillow. his fingers don't stop plunging in deep, picking up the speed in contrast of his slow licks after he sucks at your skin. a short-high pitched squeal leaves your lips as he speeds up.
"did you want yeonjun listening in? he possibly could. you think he knows how much of a slut you are for me?" beomgyu continues his actions, now littering kisses along your chest and clothed nipples.
"beomgyu, I'm-" you swallow back a moan but your shaky breath and heavy heaving doesn't stop. neither does beomgyu's fingers, adding his thumb to simultaneously rub your clit while his two digits are non-stop pumping in your clenching cunt.
"tell me you want me. not yeonjun. just me. and I'll let you cum." he whispers against your chest, licking your perked nipples through your satin cami top.
"okayokayokay, I want you beomgyu. so fucking bad. please make me cum like you always do." you begin to squirm under his body in attempt to reach your climax quicker.
"stay still, yn. you don't want yeonjun anymore, do you? just me, right?" beomgyu returns to kissing your jaw as you sigh in his ear, murmuring countless 'yes's, borderline whining.
"mmm, gyu, m'gonna hah-" your ears are met with beomgyu's low chuckles, fascinated by the way your body won't stop squirming.
"choi fucking beomgyu," you exhale. "why the fuck did you stop?! I was so close." you almost sob from the loss of your orgasm, almost reaching that state of euphoria that only beomgyu's been able to give you for god knows how long you've been friends with benefits.
"sorry baby, it's late and I didn't want to wake anyone up. you were starting to get a little too loud." he whispers the last sentence, shooting you a wink with his stupid grin crawling on his lips. "at least now I know you want me and not yeonjun. you're mine."
he pulls his fingers out of you, not without a few twitches from you, and sticks his soiled fingers into his mouth, taking them out with an exaggerated pop and satisfied groan.
"sweet as always." he winks at you and you scoff at his ridiculous gestures.
beomgyu wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as he rests his head on your boobs, which he likes to call his personal twin pillows. in no time he was silent with light breaths as you instinctively run your fingers through his outgrown hair.
"gyu, you're so annoying. but at least I know that you want me too." you smile to yourself, falling asleep with him.
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HEY OMG BRO THIS THOUGHT HAS BEEN IN MY MIND FOR A HOT MIN…. ok nsfw scara w/ afab reader and breeding fr omfg. BUR LIKE THEY R MARRIED AND ANDNB BEHJIR idk go crazy but Aplease 🙏
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Breeding kink. Constant use of a pet name. Established marriage.
Go crazy about Scara with a breeding kink? Don't mind if I do😌 I also added a touch that everyone seems to really like when I write breeding kink Scara. Here is the pitch and I hope you enjoy.
Scaramouche's hand tore in a frenzied fashion at your clothes. Moaning into your mouth, he pushed you firmly up against the wall, grinding his hardening cock between your legs. His hands went to caress your hips like they were the most precious thing in the world.
How you'd done it was anyone's guess. How'd he had done it was an even bigger guess. It would be the stuff of legends in the Fatui as long as the organization existed.
Scaramouche. The 6th Fatui Harbinger. He himself was a legend in the Fatui, famously known for his bad attitude. He was an obnoxious, narcissistic, hard to deal with little gremlin of a man.
Imagine how far their jaws dropped when they find out he had managed to lock down a wife.
His fingertips were bruising but, somehow tender on your hips, his thumb skimming feather light over them, tracing the line of your hip bone. It sent shivers up your spine, making your mewl in his mouth.
Growling huskily with lust, Scaramouche grinded himself between your legs until his cock was absolutely drenched in your slick. It always drove him over the edge seeing the way his cock glistened, shiny with your arousal.
You were panting, a vision to him as you pulled away to meet his gaze, your eyes half lidded with lust and adoration. Grasping your chin, Scaramouche nuzzled his cheek against yours before yanking you from against the wall by your hair.
Pushing you forward, he guided you onto your hands and knees, using your hair as leverage as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance, groaning in ecstasy, pushing himself inside of you with a harsh snap of his hips.
You cried out, pleasure almost instantly curling to knot in your stomach.
Scaramouche thought his pace seemed to be a little unforgiving, despite the way you were pathetically crying out for him in absolute bliss as he slammed himself into you.
You'd suggested that you were going to take a job for the Fatui. Even though you were strong, and there was nothing he loved more than having you by his side in combat, and he would never outright insult your honor by telling you not to work again.
But damn it, Scaramouche was an old fashioned man. No wife of his should work.
"You know, kitten," He purred next your ear, flicking his tongue along your ear lobe, "any thoughts of taking that job would leave your pretty head if I fucked you full enough to knock you up. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Y-Yes," was all you could manage to stammer out, your walls clamping tight and gummy around his cock, each thrust deeper and harsher than the last, making pleasure burn white hot behind your eyes.
Scaramouche's hand groped around on your stomach, the look of glee on his face when he felt the bulge in your stomach poke against his fingers was one for the ages. "Fuck, I am so deep inside of you, you are swallowing my cock so well, kitten," He babbled, his fingers caressing the bulge before he pulled out of you, making you scream his name desperately, your walls clenching around nothing.
Flipping you over onto your back, Scaramouche's cock was back inside of you in mere moments. The second he saw the bulge in your stomach, he pressed his hand down on it, making your back arch off the bed.
"I'll fill you full until my cum gushes out of you, and even then I don't think I would be satisfied," Scaramouche continued to babble in between moans that mingled with your broken sobs of pleasure, your fingernails clawing at his back, babbles of your own about how he was making you see Celestia meant his ears.
"Your hips have always had this particular sway that drives me wild when I see it," Scaramouche gave the bulge one last push before he folded your body into a mating press, leaning down to swallow your cries of ecstasy with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
"So wide and perfect for bearing my brood," A line of spit connected your tongue to his as he pulled away, his teeth drawing blood to well up on your lower lip as he bite down, feeling his cum spill into you.
Scaramouche didn't give you time to come down from your high once your release flooded his cock, mixing with his cum, his pace never flattering. Even after fucking you so thoroughly he still didn't feel satisfied.
Your body trembled and convulsed in pleasure underneath him, serving as fuel to feed his determination. "Don't worry, kitten. You'll take cumshot after cumshot until we get this right. I'll make sure of it. All in due time."
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x you#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n
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one more bc I'm dealing with insane sanrot ^^;
"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." & "God, you feel so fucking good." with soft dom!san....
these prompts for san omfg .. my back is arching😩 hope u like thissss i couldnt figure out how to end it so hope its not #awkward anyways tysm for the prompts lovely!
cw/tags: unprotected sex (dont do it), creampie, multiple orgasms, light bondage, petnames (baby), swearing
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“god, you feel so fucking good,” san murmurs against your lips as he plows into your sopping cunt, fucking you into your second orgasm of the night.
the tight clenching of your pussy around him makes him groan and he pushes himself up onto his elbows, tilting his head to look down at where the two of you are connected. he shudders at the ring of cream sitting at the base of his cock from your release, and the slick sounds of him plunging into your wet heat makes him even harder, if possible.
looking back up at your face, he notices that your eyes have slipped shut and your head is tossed back onto the pillows, your mouth agape in a cute little “o” while you pull at the restraints around your wrists which connect you to the headboard, wanting desperately to reach out and touch your boyfriend.
“don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me,” san runs his fingers through your hair sweetly before giving it a tug.
your eyes flutter open as a moan is forced out of you, and you look up into san’s handsome face, admiring the flush of his cheeks and the small beads of sweat at his temples.
your overstimulated cunt throbs as you make eye contact, whining and tilting your head up, pleading without words for san to kiss you.
he smiles gently before giving in, leaning down to capture your lips while his hips pick up in speed once again, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room.
“shit,” san soon pulls away to hiss, “so close…gonna fill this pussy, make you mine.”
“please,” you nearly sob, tightening your legs around san’s waist and desperately rocking your hips, trying to fuck back on his cock.
san cries out as he comes, his hot seed coating your walls and making you gasp as he pushes you over the edge as well, your vision going black for a moment as intense pleasure washes over you.
heavy pants fill the room as you and san both come down from your highs, san’s face resting in the crook of your neck, where he places little kisses to soothe you both.
eventually, san lifts himself off of you and pulls out, pulling a whine from your lips at the drag against your walls and the subsequent empty feeling he leaves behind. gently untying your wrists from the headboard, he soothes his thumbs across your reddened skin and carefully pulls you into a sitting position, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing the top of your head.
“i love you,” he whispers into your hair, and you smile and whisper it back before your heavy eyes finally slip shut, falling into a comfortable sleep, safe in your boyfriend’s arms.
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cw. nsfw, gn!reader, oral (m receiving) *not proofread, just pure horny
[I dont know how I ended up here pls dont perceive me this is so short omfg]
MINORS DNI!!
jack leaned back in his desk chair, his hand tangled in your hair as you sucked and licked down his cock. "that's it, concentrate."
you tried to take in a breath through your nose, hollowing your cheeks around him as you peeked up at him through your lashes.
you pulled off of him with a slick pop, a shot string of saliva connecting you to the slick head of his cock. "can't take all of me?"
#bubbly writes <3#jack in the box x reader#jack in the box mascot#jack in the box#jack in the box x reader smut#jack in the box smut#jack in the box mascot x reader#jack in the box mascot x reader smut#PLS DO NOT PERCEIVE ME RN IM ASHAMED OF MYSELF RN /hj
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hii 🐋 here just a random brain storm before i went to bed srry if the grammar is bad im tired
gamer boyfriend h Kai pays more attention to the PS5 when the reader wants his attention.
You invited your boyfriend over to the apartment during the weekend to spend a couple time together and do cute things. What you did not expect was for your boyfriend to be occupied on his PS5 on ur bed screaming at Beomgyu with his Bluetooth headphones connected to his controller so you could hear the movie playing on your laptop. Beomgyu and Kai eventually finish their gaming session and u hear Kai groan and he puts his hand on your thigh. “You okay baby” you asked he replied with a “yea just beomgyu being beomgyu” beomgyu laughed at Kai through his headset and called him baby trying to mimic ur voice. Kai tells beomgyu off and turns his PS5 off to come cuddle with u and finish the movie. He spooned you from the side and watched the movie until you felt him shifting under the sheets so you asked “Kai are u okay?” he hid his face in ur arms and replied with a low yes. As you continue on with the movie Kai's movements get faster and he mumbles something under his breath. You ask him if he's okay and if he's cold or needs anything and he replies with a groggy you. he closes the laptop and kisses u sensually and plays with ur boobs. he lays down on his back and says I need u on my face now.
ps 🐳
omfg yes anon I love your brain
gamer!kai x afab!reader
𝘼/𝙉: Hope you enjoy :)
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Cunnilingus, hair pulling (m), inexperienced, masturbation kinda (m)
𝙬𝙘: 462
MINORS DNI
You looked at the boy, smirking slightly and raising your eyebrows, "Where did that come from?". The boy just pulls you into kiss him again, groaning into your mouth. "Come on baby just sit on my face, wanna taste you,". Your boyfriend was never this bold about anything, especially not this. You felt your face redden in embarrassment, you and Kai had had sex before but you'd always assumed he didn't want to do anything like that before, he'd never attempted it anyway.
As you hovered over him you squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath on your cunt. "Baby, sit down,". You shook your head, worried that you'd hurt him, or he wouldn't like it, or that maybe he'd be uncomfortable! The boy could sense that you were overthinking, hooking his hands around your thighs rubbing soothing circles into the skin. "Baby, it's okay you're not gonna hurt me alright? Just sit fully so I can make you feel good," You looked down at the boy whose eyes were glossed over with anticipation. Slowly you lowered yourself onto Kai's awaiting face, letting out a cry at the feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance. He sucked and kissed your bud, all while grabbing at your ass and slowly palming over his dick.
Kai continued to flick his tongue against your aching clit, ever so often sticking his tongue inside of your core, moaning against you as you tugged at his hair and cried out his name so loud there was no doubt the neighbours could hear. Kai could feel your cunt throbbing harder as his tongue entered you once again, relishing as you pulled his hair with great force, beginning to grind onto his tongue. "Kai fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum okay?" The boy nodded, pulling you down and forcing you to grind on his mouth harder. As soon as Kai felt you cumming in his mouth, he started to lap against you in an attempt to collect all of your juices quickly.
Finally as he pulled away, you looked at his fucked out expression, chin covered in a mixture of your cum, slick and his own saliva. "Thank you baby, I haven't came that hard in a while!". The boy simply smiles at you, wiping away the juices from his face before asking, "You wanna return the favour?" Signalling down to his hard cock. You smirked at him, climbing onto his lap, "It depends, are you going to ditch me for your stupid video games after I make you cum?". You expected to be met with a flustered Kai but insted he pushed you down onto your knees, pulling out his cock to start palming it gently, "Not if you make me cum as hard as I make you hm? Now open wide,"
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now you’ve got my brain going so BARE WITH ME but puppy gyu who LOVES to fuck you against walls or even while just holding you in the air. he loves to wrap his big hands around your sides and hold you up. he’s just so Big and Strong and Desperate so of course he can just pick you up whenever, wherever, and rut into you!! what else would he do with all that strength? how could he not just pick you up and fuck you whenever he (and you) wanted to?
the way he could just grasp your hips and pick you up to fuck you whenever omfg 😵💫. like you could be making dinner, but as soon as he comes up behind you, he's lifting you onto the counter and fucking you desperately. you decide to take a shower together? he's hoisting you up against the shower wall and ramming into you under the steamy stream of water. just came home? if he's horny enough, he's lifting you up against the door and fucking you, bouncing you up and down on his cock while his welcome home kisses are messily scattered all over your neck. watching a movie on the couch? it won't be long before you're propped up on your knees grabbing the back of the couch for dear life while he fucks you hard from behind, keep your back arched with a hold on your hair and his other hand grabbing onto your ass. about to go to bed or woke up hard? he's guiding you up and down on his cock, clutching your waist while he lays back and envelops his cock in your slick, velvety heat.
he loves hearing your airy whines and desperate gasps, both searching for balance and grounding as pleasure overtakes you. he loves the way you grip his shoulders so hard your nails dig into his skin or run along his back, the slight pain just adding to his pleasure and spurring him on to fuck you faster. fuck imagine him being in rut and just fucking you against a table, completely hunched over you and pressing you into the solid surface while he just fucking rails you, keeping you in place with a hard grasp on your waist. he feels so fucking big from this angle you can't help but whine and squeal in pleasure for him, which in turn makes him bite your neck and fuck you harder. he goes into such a frenzy of frantic lust whenever he fucks you like this, he doesn't kiss you so much as lave his tongue all over yours and against your skin. he doesn't hold you so much as grab you hard enough to bruise while you squirm in his clutches. he plunges his cock deep inside you over and over, sheathing himself in you, letting out sharp, animalistic groans all the while.
and he'd be such a sweetheart when you both come down, gently guiding you to your feet, kissing all over your face, thanking you for letting him use you to feel good. he'll be sure to return the favor in whatever way you want, whether that be with cuddles or an eager tongue between your legs, or a command for him to roll over and let you have a turn having your way with him.
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THIRSTY THURSDAY YESSSSSSS
okay but like… how would the delmonts react if their darling wakes them up by giving them head? i think they would go feral but idk
No ur absolutely right!!! Feral is the perfect way to describe it, but be warned, if you do this there is a chance you two aren't leaving the bed for a few hours.
He hissed bucking into your drooling lips, your tongue working over his twitching cock with a happy hum once you noticed his open eyes staring down at you with that familiar, heavy look, this only seemed to encourage your pace, your suckling getting more intense, his hips find a steady rhythm before his brain can fully catch up to the situation, but when it does, a wicked grin stretches across his lips, he can't help the grunt that leaves the back of his throat, a breathless laugh tumbles past his open mouth as he gently grabs the back of your head, eagerly bobbing your head along to his thrusts, "O-Oh fuck babygirl-" he whines through gritted teeth as you swallow around him, "You sure do know how to wake a man up huh?" He says voice thick with sleep, his eyes hazy, as he chases his high. You swallow around him again, your hand coming up to cradle his heavy sack, your eyes locked into his as he rocks even harder into you, his groans turn to growls as he gets closer and closer, "That's it- nasty girl, take this fuckin' dick you just couldn't wait for." He taunts, you dig your nails into his thighs relaxing your muscles as he fucks your throat, he cums with a slew of curses leaving his mouth, the sight of you between his thighs, staring up at him with that coy smile all while sucking the soul from him, it made his hips stutter against your face, a broken cry of your name leaves his lips, his eyes roll back as he rides his high, you swallow every drop, proudly showing off your clean tongue, the sight makes him laugh, his dick jumping against his thigh, god the things you did to him.
GABE(HEAVY ON THIS ONE), Marcos, Ricky^^
His eyes flutter open, he'd been having the most wonderful dream where your perfect mouth was sucking the life from him- "Ngh- oh fuck." He whimpers feeling the sensations from his lewd dream in real life, you moaned around his head, sucking the tip with a smile, you pulled off to pump the large shaft, slick with his pre and your spit. "Mornin' baby!" You say far too sweetly for the whorish way you lick a flat stripe up from his balls to his leaking tip, sucking once more on the head as he bucked against you, a hand fisted in your sheets, threatening to tear the fabric, a porn worthy keen leaves his mouth as he throws his head back, eyes screwed shut as you played with him. "Ah! Ah! Good..good morning." He manages to say through his moans his breath heavy as he rocked into your throat, his chest shuddering as you swallow around him, "My sweet girl, so perfect for me, oh god-" he coo's cutting himself off with a whine as you suddenly speed up, he sits up staring at you with heart eyes as he gently grabs your head with both hands, "My sweet baby~" he says almost whispering before he begins to feverishly pump his hips into your warm tight throat, his moans get choppy as his hips speed up, drool and pre dripping out from where he fucked you, his touch is loving as he pets your hair, a stark contrast to the almost brutal pace of his hips, his moans reach a crescendo as he rockets over the edge, load after load hitting the back of your throat, he kisses you immediately after.
CAS (OMFG CAS), MANNY ^^
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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡𝓢 + 𝓢𝓐𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓢 (fucktober horror nights ft Cody Rhodes )
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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮
WARNINGS: [ sexual acts done in a church, thick black reader, sunshine x grumpy relationship trope, pet names, praise and shaming kink, slutty asf !, (sexual nun costume (?) explicit themes, degrading kink.]
Taglist[ @juceynightmare @southerngirl41 @technicallymiaa comment to be added (:] shout out to technicallymiaa cause this is inspired by a devante swing imagine she wrote which was SO MF GOOD OMFG.
❝ TAKE YOU DOWN ANOTHER LEVEL
GOT YOU DANCIN WITH THE DEVIL.❞
The streets felt like they were spinning as the young girl strolled the breezy fall sidewalk drunkenly as she finally reached the back steps of the chapel. Her feet were aching in pain and her head pounded with the pink Whitney she consumed as she leaned against the door to catch her breathe for a moment.
“ugh I wished Cody could've came with me” she pouted to herself, she went to this Halloween party alone due to this last-minute trunk or treat Cody had to host for the kids at his stepfather's Catholic church, she felt slightly upset but not for long as she had a pretty decent time at this function. She opened the back door walked inside and up three small steps before her eyes met the back of Cody's head and body seated at the piano.
The sounds of her kitten heels echoed throughout the chapel as she slowly approached him wrapping her arms around the male's slightly buffed frame. “Had fun?” he asked his eyes not coming off a program pamphlet he must have made earlier today, the women drunkenly giggled before kissing his cheek lightly, “Once the drinks started flowing yes, but it would've been so much better with you there codes” her speech was slurred before she removed herself from him placing her small purse ontop of the Grand piano.
“Well you know I have my duties here darling, I wasn't really expecting this to come up but you know my mom and how she loves throwing me into things” he took his visions off the paper for a brief second as he looked at the women he proudly called his girlfriend, she looked captivating as usual but something caused codys heart to pause. A nun costume? Your Brown luminescent skin glistened under the stage light from the cocoa butter and body lava she frequently put on.
the gown stopped just above her knees, her hair was in a slick back puff but the hood still draped her head, and lastly, her glossy, sticky black lip gloss coated her plumped lips, Cody was lost for words as Y/n went inside her mini purse to pull out a cherry jolly rancher to suck on, all he could think was sinister, wicked things he wanted to do to her in this insane costume.
A nun?
A nun?
Nun?
NUN
Nun…..?!
“Hellloooo?? Earth to Cody” She waved her hands in his face snapping him out of his mini trance, his eyes examined her briefly before arching his eyebrow. “ care to explain your outfit?” she spun and twirled lazily around him giggling before she stood in between his legs, “well I wore it as a joke for you if you would've came but you know how that ended up” she shrugged before returning over to the piano leaning against it.
Cody rolled his eyes feeling the annoyance creep into him as she continued her games with him, he knew she played too much but to this degree? Walking in here at this hour of the night mocking nuns and sisters? He wanted to be mad but his body burned and his dick swelled up at the thought of bending you over relentlessly and taking you so sinfully in the middle of the moonlit church.
“You think you’re so amusing huh?” He taunted slowly getting up and walking towards her to trap her body against the piano. Her black acrylic nails grabbed lightly at Cody’s baby pink satin tie, looking up at him both innocently yet lustfully as if she were non verbally asking to get fucked right then and there, “ shamefully I’ve sorta wanted to dress as a cute nun nothing more” a sly smirk plastered her face feeling the grip Cody had on her waist slightly get tighter, “you and your games Y/n.. if you wanted to get fucked in the chapel like a whore why didn’t you say so?”.
That statement alone forced her to pull his tie attaching her plumped lips to him, the jolly rancher swapped between the two lovers' mouths shrinking in size as they passionately made out. Cody hungrily and desperately bit on her bottom lip as he slithered his palm to her throat gripping her gently before pulling away.
His blue orbs scanned her before ripping the black lace off her dripping arousal, Y/n's cheeks burned with cynosure as she was left exposed to Cody, the sounds of him unbuckling his pants burned her with anticipation as he hiked her body up while he pumped his length in his hand. the evident veins popping as she turned her head away being forced to look at him as his hand held her chin. “ don't worry you'll get what you want in just a minute bunny” his tip graced your tight pink opening, your wetness instantly coating Cody’s tip as she softly moaned at the teasing before without warning shoving all of his 8 inches into her tight arousal.
She gasped as she watched him loosen his tie taking it off, a evil smirk graced Cody’s lips fully bottoming into her womb hearing a relaxed groan from him . “ look at you, already pathetic for me, you stupid little nun”. THRUST, Cody slammed his hips into yours after that statement, your eyes big as saucers trying to hold on as Cody thrusted hardly into you again getting a quick porn like moan out of you.
“Codes wait-“ he wasted no time thrusting against Y/n once more, before smashing his lips onto hers and beginning to rhythmically thrust into you getting nothing but loud exotic moans, Cody smiled against his lover's lips moaning sounds of his own trailing his hand up her costume more pulling out her breasts as he fondled with her right nipple.
“You're taking me so good bunny.. Fuck you're so tight” he gritted through his teeth, all you could do was breathlessly whimper and moan under Cody's Sinful punishing, her black lip gloss was now smeared across her lips as she watched him slowly place his tie around her neck, pulling it down to slowly tighten it to produce a comforting choking sensation. “ f-fuck.. Cody please” you whimpered before he wrapped the satin around his fist bringing your small head up by pulling it.
His eyes looked dark as if Cody wasn't in his body anymore, Y/n gulped as she looked him dead in his eyes, her puffy lips pouted as he slowed his strokes down smirking down at her, “What's the matter baby? Im going too slow for your liking? My slut wants to be fucked harder?” the feeling of his dick began to speed up in strokes, and she whimpered rolling her eyes slightly biting her bottom lip.
“S-Shit..! You fuck me so good Cody!” she moaned out taking his now strong-hitting strokes as he continuously hit her G-spot, her mascara ran down her face, her hood was now off, and her edges slightly rising up as Cody fucked her into overstimulation. Cody’s thrust started to pick up sloppily, digging himself as deep as he could watching her stomach begin to bulge out as he dummy fucked her on top of the piano.
“my pretty bunny.. F-fuck you're gonna make me cum” Her walls clenched down on him gradually as she was close to her peak as well, squeals and begs escaped from her as if felt Cody was fucking all the sins out of her viscously, and her tears streamed down her face in pain and pleasure, finally screaming out in a gut-busting orgasm.
“Fuck im cumming! Oh yes, Cody!!” a series of screams and praises emitted from her as her squirt shot out of her like a water gun, it hit Cody on the chest soaking herself and him up.
A door opened from the front of the chapel revealing what seemed to be the Priest, Cody’s stepfather, “ Hey Codes I been looking for-” you moaned loudly before Cody sloppily kissed your lips, your eyes made contact with the Priest having a naughty smirk on your face pulling away from Cody.
“Why hello Father”
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Ok ok but hear me out: giving Dabi head in the shower 🤭🥵
You're finished washing out his hair after he washed your hair, and then you turn him to face you, kissing him hungrily. He's surprised, but reciprocates nonetheless, letting you press him back to the wall, your slick skin sliding together under the water. His breaths are getting faster, and with every touch, you feel him against you, hard and wet and so fucking ready for what you have in mind.
"Can I?..." You glance down to his length, and he throws his head back with a chuckle, "Of course doll, no need to ask twice." Then you're making your way down him, kissing and touching his abs, his chest, all while he's smoothing your head with his hands, keeping your view clear.
"Someone's eager," he muses. "How could I not be?" You're panting, and he smirks, that sexy trademark smirk.
When you eventually take him, using your tongue and hands just right, he's a mixture of gripping your hair to fuck your face or to keep your eyes clear-there's no clear answer.
Do you care? No. But do you love it? Yes.
"F-fuck, doll, keep that up and I won't be able to last any longer- haah.."
"You look good with your mouth stuffed, babe...fuck! I'm...fuck, babe..."
His cheeks are slightly red, and his eyes are lidded blissfully as he takes in the sight of you pleasing him.
His voice, so deep and husky, goes straight to your core. He's fucking stuttering, and because of you?
When he finishes in your mouth, he pulls you up, kissing you deeply. He's fucking shameless; you can taste the remnants of his climax on both of you, and it's only fuelling the fire inside you to work him harder, and faster...
Dabi pulls away, nipping your bottom lip playfully. "Thank you. Now-" he turns you around, landing a harsh smack to your ass, before you hear the water being turned off. "Bedroom. Right now. Call in sick tomorrow, doll, because you won't be able to walk after I'm done with you."
I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT DANG THIS CAME TO ME RIGHT NOW AND I THOUGHT YOU'D APPRECIATE IT IDK 🥵
HELP OMFG??!!!!!?????!!! I DEFINITELY APPRECIATE THIS ALSO SORRY I TOOK LIKE A WEEK TO REPLY I'M NOT EVEN GONNA LIE I WAS PROCRASTINATING
AND THE ENDING>>>>>> I WOULD QUIT MY JOB AND BECOME A GOOD LITTLE HOUSEWIFE FOR THIS MAN I CAN'T
i just know dabi would love shower sex. he'd like the sensation of water hitting his body while your wet mouth takes him in. also dabi is definitely the type of guy to use the shower head to get you off just saying. he'd punish you by overstimming you and he'd buy one of those showers where you can adjust the water pressure just to tease the fuck outta you with it.
also dabi stuttering ahaha. he seems so confident with his words but really he's fighting not to be like h-h-h-h-h-harder every time you touch him.
#dabi x reader smut#dabi x reader#dabi smut#bnha smut#bnha x reader#bnha x reader smut#mha smut#mha x reader#mha x reader smut
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Currently feral, thinking post-sex current!James with nothing but a silk sheet to cover him hips down, and he lights up a cigar. Like OHMIGOD yummy
are you kidding me??? omfg.
he finally rolls off of you, fluffing the pillows so they sit comfortably against the headboard and pulling you up so you sit between his legs. his breath is still heavy and his chest is slick with sweat. his chest hair tickles your back and you sigh as he places a kiss on your shoulder.
his arm is wrapped around your middle, keeping you close and helping you calm down from the pleasure he'd inflicted upon you. he was so warm against you, his body heat radiating through you and making you nuzzle into him more.
he lets out a laugh at your actions and you feel him shift as he reaches over to the bedside table, plucking a cigar from the box and getting his lighter next to it. you hear the click of it as he lights up the cigar, still keeping you close to him.
"you okay?" he asks before he takes a puff of the cigar, leaning back against the pillows and taking you with him. you hum contentedly and lay your head back against his chest, legs tangled with his beneath the sheets.
"good..." he mutters, arm loosening around your waist and travelling down to rub the top of your thigh. "tired?"
"mhm." you replied, obviously fatigued as you closed your eyes, his movements on your thigh only adding to your weariness.
the smell of cigars is on your nose, something that reminds you so much of him nowadays.
he laughs, bringing the hand from your thigh up towards your hair and brushing it away from your face. you open your eyes, looking up at him with his cigar between his teeth and a smile on his face.
he brushes his fingers through your hair once more before trailing his hand to your jaw, rubbing the skin and pulling slightly so your neck is craning; your eyes never leave his, both pairs filled with adoration and affection.
he takes the cigar from his lips, his gaze averting as he leans over to place it in the ashtray.
this gives you the perfect opportunity to turn in his hold, stomach pressing against his and cheek resting on his chest. his arms instinctively wrap around you, hands at your waist as he pulls you up so you can nuzzle into his neck.
he kisses the side of your head fondly, fingers lightly brushing up and down the length of your spine.
"goodnight, baby," he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your head before squeezing you tight.
"night night, jamie," you murmur, his touch and warmth lulling you to sleep.
#alana's thoughts#metallica#james hetfield#james hetfield x reader#papa het#james hetfield fluff#honestly#anon#this is making an appearance in barefoot#i can't not have heather and james in this position#although there would be a much deeper conversation in this scenario.#also#writing this while slightly drunk#so sorry if its shitty#i didn't have the words to express how much i love this idea
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P1H REACTING TO THEIR FAVOURITE IDOL MENTIONS THEM !
↳ when their favourite idol talks about them on a variety show/interview, how would the members in p1h react?
― pairing; ot7!p1h x gn!idol!reader
― warnings; members being cute hehe
p1h masterlist. | main masterlist.
― keeho !
‒ brags about it on vlive.
‒ the interviewer asks you if you have an idol you look up to but is a little confused when you start blushing
‒ when you tell them that you not only look up to them but you also admire them a lot the interviewer can't help the smirk that crosses their face
‒ "oh, do tell us more", the interviewer teased, smiling as you laughed shyly
‒ "it's keeho from p1harmony.." you confess with hot cheeks and a smile you couldn't get rid of
‒ then you start elaborating
‒ "i really admire how real he is with his fans and how none of his personality seems fake. i enjoy watching him being transparent with his fans because you don't get a lot of that in this industry, y'know? plus, his leadership skills are really admirable and i love how you can really tell that his members care for him and look up to him because of that"
‒ this mf forgets he's on live LFMAO
‒ this mf forgets he's on live LFMAO
‒ this mf forgets he's on live LFMAO
‒ as soon as you mention how you admired him, he gasped so loud.
‒ then he snaps back into reality and starts acting all smug
‒ "yeah, i'm just that great", he bragged, flipping his imaginary long hair.
‒ though, seeing as though the fans had seen how his eyes glowed throughout your explanation, they knew he was going absolutely insane inside.
‒ "wow i can't believe my favourite artist admires me", he giggled.
‒ now it was your turn to go insane.
― theo !
‒ SOSO STARY EYED
‒ when the interviewer asks you who your favourite artist is you start jumping in your seat i swear
‒ and when he hears you say his name he is just as jumpy and enthusiastic
‒ like omg???? his favourite artist sees him as their favourite artist?
‒ AND WHEN HE HEARD YOUR EXPLANATION OMFG
‒ "yeah i just think he has the most beautiful voice honestly. plus he's so caring and i love his personality! although he has this serious personality i love seeing him be immature with his members every once in a while. i can tell he's a very fun person to be around."
‒ he tries his best to keep his cool around the members but like...
‒ yk how they said he's super reactive when it comes to kdramas
‒ HE LITERALLY CANT HELP IT
‒ he starts rolling around and giggling n the members r just like ????
‒ he wants to meet you so bad, and not just so he can dump his feelings out to
‒ replays ur explanation over and over
‒ the members tease him about it lol
―jiung !
‒ this mf pretends like he’s unbothered
‒ but his members know as soon as he’s alone he’ll be freaking out and jumping up and down 😭
‒ "when it comes to idols that i admire and look up to, jiung from p1harmony is far up on that list. i really admire his work ethic and though sometimes it can be discouraging, i relate. he always is striving for better and i really love that about him. i also love how light-hearted and real his personality is. the way he carries himself is really admirable and I've always wanted to meet him."
‒ YOU ADMIRE HIS WORK ETHIC??? HOW HE CARRIES HIMSELF, HIS PERSONALITY???
‒ literally still can't get over the fact that YOU, his favourite idol knows he is?? and better yet idolizes him?!?!??!??!
‒ screaming crying and throwing up
‒ keeho is the only person he will come to and talk about you
‒ makes it his life goal to ask you to make a few tiktoks with him if you ever meet at a music bank
‒ makes sure to mention you when he's asked the same question ;))))
― intak !
‒ will act all slick abt it
‒ it gives him the BIGGEST confidence boost after
‒ can you tell the members regret informing him
‒ "oh! intak is a wonderful idol and i really look up to him. he's also one of my favourite artists! he's so talented and full of personality it's impossible to not like him. he's so naturally charming and accomplished. he's got like 24 songs under his name and we are the same age? that's really admirable and i really idolize him for that"
‒ *cue ur cute laugh after the explanation that made him melt even more*
‒ will then post a bunch of shit on social media about your songs and stuff.
‒ like he'll post tiktoks to your songs and dance to them
‒ and then he will post stuff on twitter with a very well-taken selfie and a screenshot of your song
‒ the caption will be him recommending the song and tagging you in hopes of it getting your attention
‒ cutie fr
― soul !
‒ CUTIE WILL BE SO STARSTRUCK HE WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO
‒ will rewatch the video over and over again bc he thinks it was all just a dream and he needs to make sure you really said all that stuff
‒ "we are talking about idols i look up to, i'd say soul from p1harmony. even though he's the same age as me, he's so talented and has such a bright personality i really idolize him. being not only the best 4th gen dancer but also the idol with the funniest sense of humour. I've always wanted to make a tiktok with him, he's hilarious and when they pop up on my for you page they always manage to brighten my day."
‒ he like is frozen
‒ his face is stuck as ":o"
‒ WANTS TO FILM A TIKTOK WITH YOU riGHT AWAY
‒ is so cute bc he will hope that someday you guys into each other at a music bank or do a collab stage and you guys will have the chance to interact then
‒ is soso flattered and is inspired by it
‒ from then on he will never hide his personality ever again :D
― jongseob !
‒ WOULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT FOR WEEKS
‒ LIKE THE WAY YOU LAID OUT ALL HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND COMPLIMENTED HIM SO MUCH AFTERWARDS????
‒ THE FACT THAT YOU JUST KNOW ALL THAT ABOUT HIM IS HONESTLY ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FAINT
‒ "jongseob is someone who i really look up to. i mean, he is only a few days older than me and he has 24 songs under his name, produced a whole lot on is own, won one of the biggest shows in korea, and is the best 4th gen rapper? i don't think there's anyone in the industry who can top that. if i ever meet him, i'd freak out, i really admire him honestly. not to mention how carefree and humourous his personality is."
‒ when he first watched it he couldn't help the blush creeping up on his cheeks and how he got all shy
‒ the members started teasing him so much
‒ he wont stop thinking about it and the members constantly bringing it up does not help his case
‒ everytime he remembers a huge blush will coat his entire face AWH
‒ when he's asked in an interview or if he's on the radio show, he'll definitely mention you and how you're his favourite artist as well
‒ will subtly suggest that you two should collab or something and that he heard what you said about him
‒ saur cute im crying
#seob writes!#p1h#p1harmony#soul p1harmony#theo p1harmony#p1h x reader#p1h fluff#p1harmony x reader#p1harmony fluff#jongseob#jongseob x reader#intak#intak x reader#keeho#keeho x reader#jiung#jiung x reader
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any ideas for brat tamer eris?
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Oh lord...
I have been thinking about this ask all weekend so lets do it!
18+ NSFW!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMFG this male is such a fucking tease, he honestly loves when you are a brat. He loves the idea that he can send you one look that has you literally squirming because you know what he will do to you later.
Eris is the kind of male who is really patient. He takes all your brattiness and keeps count in his head of all the wrongs you do throughout the day. He might cut you some sharp looks that scream "behave" but your little giggles and winks back at him have him smirking internally because he knows you won't be laughing later...
I think eventually when he reaches his breaking point, he will drag you off into the closet or library or just any empty room to have his way with you, growling to himself, "dirty slut needs my attention all the time"
Other times he will toss you over his shoulders and rest his hands on your thighs, squeezing and raking his nails across your delicate skin, not leaving any marks but enough that you can feel the sharp glide that has your cunt throbbing
You like to play the brat role because you know it is one of the best ways to get him to fuck you like you are a rag doll
Ugh okay back to it
He drags you into the dining room, and immediately forces you to bend over the table, tearing your dress off with such force, that you can see the cinders burning at the parts of your dress that come flying off
His large hand racks through your hair, fisting it and pulling you back into his chest as his other hand roams your body and gropes at your tits so hard, you're gasping for air and squirming
A tight pinch and twist of your nipple has you writhing while he murmurs against your ear, "You've been so bad today my love, what has you all naught hmm? Need my attention like the needy whore you are, huh sweetheart?"
He bites down on your ear lobe, tugging at it before making his way down your neck, marking every surface with a sharp bite and soothing licks.
"Answer me you dirty brat," his voice hardening as you whine and grind into him, rolling your hips against his warmth, aching for him to play with you in ways that no one else can. Pulses of playfulness light your mating bond on fire when he reaches his breaking point and turns you around with such speed, it makes you dizzy
He lifts you onto the table and shoves you down, his hand still tight around your neck before shoving your panties to the side and taking a good long look at your soaking wet cunt, "Someone's all eager, isn't she?"
He uses such a condescending tone that it sends another wave of slick between your legs. His long fingers that are decorated with gold autumn rings play with your sopping folds, circling your clit hard enough that your back is arching off the table for more.
Your eyes shut in ecstasy when he slides his middle and forefinger in with ease, pumping hard and fast, the knot inside your belly already building, your legs shaking as the wrap around his waist when suddenly,
SMACK
Your body jolts, a cry leaving your mouth as your eyes shoot open to catch Eris' dark chuckle, his hand already aiming to send another spank to your cunt.
Your legs try to slam shut to prevent his onslaught of hard spanks, but he pulls them back open, "Uh uh sweetheart, bad girls get punished."
He lands another spank on your cunt before leaning down to suckle on your swollen, throbbing clit, humming at your taste, his eyes glinting as tears of overstimulation form at the corner of your eyes.
His hand comes up to interlock with yours, squeezing tightly at your fingers to make sure you are okay and want to continue, and when you squeeze back, just as hard, playing into the punishment, he stands tall over you and starts all over again, this time, with ropes of fire holding your arms above your head
He spends the entire night, alternating between fingering your sopping wet cunt, suckling your bruised clit until you are convulsing from the pleasure, and pulling away to spank your cunt right before you can reach your peak
And he waits.
He waits until you are babbling and dumb, begging for his cock, his fingers, his tongue, anything to let you cum, before he starts pounding you with his thick, long cock
He doesn't even give you time to adjust to his size before he is railing into you with all his force, his body coming to rest over yours, moaning at the feel of your tits bouncing against his chest, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in further
He mutters words of encouragement, "Come on baby, almost there," and "Been so good for me, taking your punishment like the good girl you are," and "look so stunning sweetheart," and "Wanna cum on my cock baby? Wanna be a good girl?"
He breathily chuckles at your fucked out, eager nods, licking away the tears that stream down your cheek and kissing your open mouth, "Cum for me"
And you just explode, your orgasm sending shock waves throughout your entire body, your fingers and toes tingling from the immense pleasure, your moans devolving into gasps as you try to catch your breathe with each wave of ecstasy, your vision blacking out as your legs shake against his waist, his hot cum spilling deep inside you
OMG and Eris is the type of male to finger his cum back into your overstimulated cunt because, "Don't want to waste a drop of my cum honey"
UGHHHHHH I LOVE HIM
You would be so out of it after LMAO. Just completely floating, and he would take such good care of you after. Murmuring how good you are for him and pressing soft kisses into your cheeks and forehead, stroking your face as you hover in and out of conciousness.
Anyway... that was filth
#rose rambles#eris x reader#eris vanserra x reader#eris vanserra acotar#eris acotar#eris vanserra fanfic#eris x y/n#eris x you#eris vanserra#love of my life frl#girl dad!Eris#acotar#acotar fanfic
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