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linos-luna · 7 months

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Mini Skirt and Thong❣️

(Lowkey perv!)Stray kids x Thick!Fem!Reader ?

Warnings: light spanking, ass grabbing, fingering(teasing mostly), corruption kink?

You innocently bend over while wearing a miniskirt and thong. So how does your boyfriend react…?

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Chan

Get protective, tried holding back but fails

Chan blushed and bit his lip when you bent over. God, you were so hot. How could he resist? But also, are you going out like that?? Other men will surely look at you!

“Babygirl!” He said sternly. “Are you really going out like that??”

“Hm? What do you mean?” You straightened back up and looked at him confused. This wasn’t playing dumb. Chan knew it was genuinely innocent response.

“Y/n…” he sighed while going to you and grabbing your hips. “This skirt is… well your underwear is… you—”

“Hm?”

Hearing that innocence in your voice was just making him fall apart. He couldn’t resist it.

“You look adorable.” He said while rubbing your upper thigh, making it to the material of your thong. “Have you always had this?”

“I got it recently.” You replied while turning around to reach in your dresser. “I have more—”

You were interrupted by Chan suddenly pushing you against it. He couldn’t help lifting your skirt and pull down his pants.

“Now babygirl, you don’t mind. Do ya?”

Minho

Immediately smacks

It’s Minho. You shouldn’t be surprised. You were getting ready for a date night when dropping your necklace. You bent over to get it, revealing your small thong.

Your boyfriend was behind you and didn’t hesitate to suddenly spank you.

“Owwie!” You say while immediately straightening back up.

“Sorry baby.” He chuckled while coming behind you, and teasing you under your skirt.

“You just look so cute in that skirt. When did you get it?”

“I got it maybe 2 weeks ago?” You replied with a moan as he teased your cunt with his fingers.

“Mmhm…” he smirked as you leaned your head back on his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing Minnie?”

“I didn’t know my innocent baby could have such slutty attire…”

Changbin

Grabs from behind

Changbin couldn’t help himself. The second you bent over he found himself moving closer. Was that a black thong?? Oh you must be doing this on purpose!

You didn’t even know he was there until he suddenly grabbed your ass from behind.

You jumped a little and stiffened up when he did so.

“Binnie??”

“Baby… why do you tease me like this?” He said as he kept one hand to rub your ass cheek and whispered in your ear. “Just begging to be fucked….”

“I-I—”

“And to wear such a cute little skirt… is that for me?” He smirked before kissing your neck.

“I mean… it… it can be…” you blushed as he reached under the thin material. “B-but I have to go somewhere…”

“Oh you’re not going anywhere”

Hyunjin

“Oh wow.” He whispered to himself as you bent over.

You were chatting with him about something but Hyunjin was too distracted to know what you were talking about.

He slowly walked up behind you looked to see the color of said thong. So pretty, he thought.

“Baby…?” He said while lightly pulling on the strap hugging your waist. “When did you get this?”

You blushed when realizing what he doing and whimpered when he pulled it further and let it snap back against your skin.

“Jinnie?!” You said while turning around. “Why’d you do that??”

“Why are you teasing me with this little outfit you got?”

You didn’t what to say as he pulled you close and kissed your cheek.

“I like it though.” He continued while lifting your skirt a bit while rubbing up your thigh. “It’s cute.”

Han

Comments right away… unintentionally

“Oh wow!” Your boyfriend said suddenly before covering his mouth.

You stood back up and looked at him confused. “What is it, Hannie?”

“I-I-… um I mean… wow you look amazing noona!” He said nervously.

“Oh thanks.”

“With your cute ass- agh! I mean th— no I mean skirt!” He stuttered while blushing. “It’s a nice skirt. Off white?”

“Yeah? Thank you, baby.” You said with a smiled and pecked his lips “glad you like it.”

“Mmhm…” Han hugged you, slightly lifting your skirt and groping your ass in the moment. So soft

Felix

Tries to not look but keeps peeking

Felix tried to look away. You weren’t intentionally teasing him but he felt like you were.

“Which one should I wear?” You ask, not paying attention to him as you continued ruffling through the bottom drawer.

“I… I don’t know…” he blushed. He looked to a side but kept peeking. You were just so cute and he’s never seen you wear a thong. He couldn’t bring himself to move away.

Instead Felix got closer. As you were about to stand up straight, he had your back to his chest. Your skirt was still lifted against him so his clothed cock could feel your bare skin. He had his arms around you in an embrace.

“What are you doing lixie?” You giggled.

“Just hugging you, baby.”

Seungmin

Tries to tell you but stops

“Um… baby…?”

“Yes?” You replied not turning around.

“Where’d you get the skirt?”

“Hm… I don’t remember. Maybe H&M…?” You said while getting up and turning around. “Why? You don’t like it?”

“No I love it! It’s just… just um…” he wasn’t sure how to word this.

“Hm?”

“Well…”

“I can change—”

“No!” He said suddenly. “I mean… you look great.”

“Oh thank you.”

Seungmin smiled as you turned around and rubbed your skirt with your hands as if to push it down.

Your boyfriend was sure you were teasing him. But he didn’t mind. It was an amazing sight.

Jeongin

Intensely stare

This boy can’t help it. You bent over get your shoes from the closet. Looking for a specific pair of boots that you love.

Jeongin was coming in to ask you something when he paused. There it was, right there in full view. Your skirt was lifting and he saw that you were wearing a thong.

He was mesmerized by the sight and unable to look away. The thong made you so hot but the cute skirt gave you a cutesy vibe.

“Baby?” You said when turning around. “Were you gonna ask me something?”

Your boyfriend snapped out of it when hearing your voice.

“Oh! Uh—… nothing.” He responded nervously “Um… noona?”

“Yes?”

“I think those shoes would go better with your skirt.” He said while pointing to another pair.

“Okay. Thanks, baby.” You said while turning around again, doing exactly what he wanted.

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Btw, Reader is implied to have a thicker bottom, be midsize or plus size

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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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I have another chubby reader for you! I was only gonna ask for one but YOURE SO AMAZING I JUST HAD TO PUT IN ANOTHER REQUEST😞😩 Alastor x chubby!reader, where reader goes out with angel Dust to a party or something wearing a *cough* slutty *cough* outfit and Alastor SEES THEM WEARING IT 👀 and he gets possessive of reader and won't let them leave with angel (whose smirking in the background and fluttering his eyelashes like he's innocent because reader and Alastor are bother emotionally constipated or something and haven't confessed to each other😤) and reader is nervous enough wearing something so revealing already (but they felt good enough in their own skin to wear such an outfit; that confidence is quickly fading when Alastor stops her from leaving with the outfit) so she gets the wrong idea that Alastor thinks she disgusting or body shaming her 🥺 but Alastors just ranting about being ladylike and "dressing like a proper lady" , Angel Dust is now watching this heartbreaking train wreck happen and tries to intervene but then Alastor turns on him about tainting the reader or something but reader has heard enough and just quietly just turns around and walks to her room heartbroken 😭 then angel yells at Alastor and tells him everything *shocked Pikachu face* and goes to reader to fix this misunderstanding, you take it from here????? BUT THEY DO CONFESS

(I LOVE ME SOME HURT/COMFORT AND LOVE CONFESSIONS! YUMM!)

A/N I love your requests and I'm so glad you liked how Sweet turned out. I am actually really proud of that one myself. Of course I will write this. 11/10.

Pretty Bunny (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Body image and weight stuff. I feel like Alastor is a bit ooc but I think this is cute so I don't super care.

Word Count: 2,049

Master Lists:

Master Lists

Hazbin Hotel Master List

“And where exactly is it you two are off to in such a hurry?”

Y/n and Angel froze, Angel's hand resting on the handle to the hotel's door.

"Well?"

Exchanging a covert look, Y/n and Angel turned to face Alastor. Y/n clasped her hands innocently behind her back, looking up at Alastor through her lashes which Angel had done up in silver falsies, and Angel fixed a smile on his face.

"Just out." Y/n hummed.

"Yeah," Angel chimed in, draping one of his lower arms over Y/n's shoulders and bringing her into his side, "little Y/n here deserves a night out on the town and some fun."

Y/n quickly elbowed Angel in the side. The spider demon knew Alastor and his opinions on the night life of Pentagram City. He was tempting fate. Alastor raised his eyebrows.

"You deserve 'some fun,' do you?" Alastor asked, fixing his gaze on the shorter of the pair of demons.

Angel released his grip on Y/n, shoving her forward slightly. She stumbled a bit, shooting him a glare before looking carefully back at Alastor. His scrutinizing gaze traversed her form with care. Angel had insisted on dressing her up and while the outfit he had put her in was a bit out of her comfort zone, Y/n felt incredibly pretty. The little white satin dress hung from her hips, playing gently against her thighs when she walked, and the black knee high platforms made her at least a couple inches taller. Angel had even placed black satin bows around the bases of her rabbit ears to tie the whole thing together.

There were also the chains, thin and dripping off her body. A necklace here, a carefully placed waist chain there, she looked practically angelic. Alastor crossed his arms, tapping his foot menacingly as he impatiently waited for an explanation.

"Well, we've been working so hard to become better people and it's been three months since we've done anything... fun. Besides, it was my birthday last week."

"Uh-huh." Alastor nodded, his lack of amusement with the situation obvious, "And where exactly are you two planning on going?"

"Oh come on, Smiles. It's just a club I know." Angel sighed, "You're starting to sound like Charlie. I thought you wanted to see us fail."

"That is true." was the only response the Radio Demon gave Angel before fixing his attention on Y/n once again.

She was beginning to grow uncomfortable under his piercing stare. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"So what is the issue, Alastor."

The name felt foreign on her tongue. Although she had been a guest of the Hazbin Hotel practically since its creation, she avoided Alastor. At first, it had of course been due to intimidation. Then, as he had slowly begun to reveal his true colors to the residents of the hotel, it had morphed into something entirely other. Y/n thought that the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords in all of Hell, was pretty.

Y/n had never been good at dealing with crushes or flirting or anything. She avoided him like the plague. Her tail twitched thoughtlessly with trepidation, shifting her skirt just the slightest bit, revealing just the smallest big more of her thighs.. It was the last straw for Alastor.

"You're not going out in that."

Angel pressed his palm to his forehead, shaking his head. Love was his specialty, the act and the feeling. It was obvious to him Y/n had a thing for the Radio Demon, and not just because she had revealed the information to him in one of their late night talks. He never brought it up with the rabbit demon who had become a dear friend in the time they had known one another, but he was relatively certain Alastor had some interest in her as well. The Radio Demon seemed to constantly be a few steps behind her, entering rooms she had just left, letting his eyes linger on her when they did their group exercises.

At Alastor's words, Y/n's mouth fell slightly open. Her breath caught in her throat, a shiver running through her.

"Oh."

Her voice was strained and Angel could tell she was holding back tears. Y/n turned away from Alastor, her shoulders slouching even further.

"That is no way for a proper lady to dress." Alastor continued, not seeming to notice the effect his words had had as he lectured the smaller demon, "I mean, you're barley wearing anything at all! For goodness sake, your shoes are covering more than that dress an-"

"Alright," Angel cut in, stepping up beside Y/n and pulling her into his arms, "that's enough big guy."

"You're clearly tainting her with your promiscuity." Alastor sighed, "What, you want to bring her to some club so ignorant wimps can drool over her all night? Or maybe that's what she wants to have happen."

Y/n pulled herself from Angel's grip and marched right up to Alastor. Her eyes wet with unshed tears, he looked down at the finger she was jabbing into his chest in mild shock.

"You are mean." she stated, "I can't believe how wrong I was about you. I thought... god!"

She let her finger fall and crossed her arms over her stomach once again.

"You ready to go, sweet cheeks?" Angel asked and she shook her head.

All the fight had gone out of her.

"No, you go ahead without me. I think... I think I'm just gonna go to bed. Thanks for... yeah."

With those parting words, Y/n stormed upstairs. Angel and Alastor watched until she had long since disappeared into the depths of the hotel. Slowly, they turned to face each other once again.

"What." Alastor said in the most deadpan tone Angel had ever heard come from the demon.

"How could you do that?" Angel asked accusatorially, taking a step towards Alastor, "She is the sweetest little menace on the planet!"

"Do what?"

Alastor's brow furrowed in confusion. He didn't think he'd said anything wrong, done anything wrong. Y/n was the one who had over reacted, stepped out of line, right?

"Do you have any idea how long it has taken her to be confident enough to wear something like that? She has worked so hard on her relationship with herself and... and... she felt pretty. Why would you say that shit to her?"

"I... what?"

"She liked you, ya dumbass! She cared about what you thought of her!"

Alastor took the slightest step back, his hand not grasping his microphone raised to his chest, hovering over his heart.

"I am afraid I don't understand you."

Angel sighed, trying to calm himself.

"Look. Y/n has a crush on you and you just told her she wasn't pretty."

"No I didn't. I told her she should be more ladylike. A crush on me?"

"Yeah well, that's not much better. She is who she is and she is wonderful! The way that she dresses doesn't change any of that."

"She has a crush on me?" Alastor asked again, dumbstruck.

"Yes you idiot."

"But she never speaks to me. I thou-"

"That's cause she's nervous. Geeze, you are dense."

Y/n jumped in shock as she caught sight of Alastor using his shadows to teleport into her room through the reflection of the mirror. Her makeup half off, she turned to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Alastor opened his mouth, about to make a comment about her language before thinking better of it and closing it again. Y/n rolled her eyes, her anger and hurt having festered into irritation. She turned back to the mirror, using the cotton pad in her hand to take off the last of her mascara. Alastor watched her face through the mirror as she tossed the cotton pad to the side.

Reaching up, she slowly began to disassemble the sculpture of a hairdo Angel had put her in.

"Why are you here?" she asked again, placing a bobby pin on the table.

"I came to... apologize." he replied, taking a small step forward.

"What, did Angel force ya' to?"

It wasn't often her accent slipped out. Y/n had been raised in Brooklyn but her parents had been insistent she work not to have the accent. People didn't take people who had them seriously, they said. It only ever made an appearance when she was drunk or feeling any emotion to it's extremity, especially anger.

"No, I am here of my own volition."

"Yeah, sure." she scoffed as she pulled the last of the pins from her hair, allowing it to fall freely around her face as she turned back to him over her shoulder, "I totally believe that."

"It was not my intent to make you feel like you weren't... pretty." Alastor carefully said, avoiding her eyes, "Just tha-

"If an apology involves an exception, is it really an apology?"

Alastor had never been good at this. Apologies or any of the other feelings he had been actively suppressing about the rabbit demon since he had come to the hotel. She stood up from her chair, walking over to him.

Y/n knew the clock was ticking, felt the heat of the tears building in her head again.

"What." she asked, throwing her arms out to the sides and looking around the room, "Ya' think I'm ugly? Unladylike? Is that because I let Angel dress me up or because I'm not stick thin?"

"Y/n."

There were tears dripping down her cheeks now. She looked away, crossing her arms tightly across her stomach in protection.

"Just leave, Alastor."

"Y/-"

"Leave!" she commanded, "Get outa here!"

"Y/-"

"I don' wanna talk to you! What don't ya' get about that!"

"Y/n!" Alastor grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him.

"What!" she yelled back, tears streaming hotly down her face, "What, Alastor."

"I... I think you're beautiful."

The tears stopped, Y/n's eyes wide. Fueled by a sudden wild courage Alastor continued, grabbing her hands in his own.

"I do. You... I don't have the words. You..." he shook his head, "I really don't. You are a wonder."

Her nose twitched subtly, her ears adjusting themselves atop her head.

"But then why... why did you say those things to me?"

"I was jealous." he anxiously admitted, "I never meant to make you cry."

"Jealous?" Y/n repeated with a slight laugh and Alastor nodded.

His cheeks were hot and his heart pounding in his chest but he refused to look away from Y/n. Releasing one of her hands, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkerchief. Gently, he raised it to Y/n's face, patting away her tears.

"You were jealous."

He wasn't going to be able to escape this one.

"That some other guy was gonna see you like that? Was going to charm you and hold you in their arms while I did nothing? Of course I was."

"I have a confession to make." Y/n said after a moment.

"And what might that be?" Alastor asked as he took another step closer to Y/n, still holding one of her hands in his.

He tried his best to repress a smile, her bashfulness was so endearing.

"I maybe, kind of sort of... think you're beautiful too?"

She looked up at him through her lashes. He let go of her hands, grabbing her by the waste and pulling her body into his.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." she nodded shyly.

"You know, I might have heard something along those lines from Angel just a bit earlier."

"From... that little bitch! I mean snitch! I mean both actually I guess."

Alastor laughed at her antics.

"So, pretty bunny, what are we to do with this revelation?"

Y/n's ears cocked. Alastor could feel her tail twitch, brushing up against his arm where he held her. A shiver traveled down his spine.

"Oh I don't know." Y/n feigned indecision, her hands finding her way around his waist as well, bringing them even closer together, "Maybe you should ask me on a date? If you're interested."

"Interested?" Alastor laughed, leaning down, "Of course I am."

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joshsbimbo · 4 months

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stealing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

pairings: security guard! mike schmidt x shoplifter! reader

warnings: shoplifting, getting caught stealing, being in a cell, oral (m! receiving), forced stripping, mockery.

a/n: i thought mall jail was real when i was younger but it ISNT i hope this makes sense to y’all 💋

♡ the mall is filled with clothes, makeup, food, and toys. all of your favorite things in one place! it also had fun activities like massage chairs, smelling candles, and stealing!!

♡ you scanned the store, licking a cherry flavored dum dum, positioning your body so only you could see what you were doing. you snuck in a pair of earrings into your purse and a bracelet.

♡ you continued to the clothing racks, picking out multiple tops and hiding one within one. the sweet lady handed you a door sign with the number 3, not knowing you actually had 6. you entered the changing room and took off your baggy hoodie. taking off the tags before layering the tops on yourself, then putting your hoodie back on.

♡ you made sure to buy a necklace, sucking the candy as you happily made your way to the exit. it was a nice haul for one store, you were excited to go to another store before the alarm went off.

♡ “excuse me, ma’am. i’m going to have to check your receipt.” the security guard said. his tired eyes looking down at you, flickering his eyes to your purse and back to you. he held his hand out, furrowing his eyebrows.

♡ you exit the lollipop out of your mouth with a pop, “mhm, of course!” you place the receipt on his calloused, big hands as you make eye contact with him, smiling sweetly.

♡ he checked the receipt and opened your shopping bag with his other hand. his hand exited before digging into your purse abruptly, “what a shame that you forgot to close your purse.”

♡ you look at his name tag before looking up at him with pleading eyes, “mike, you can let this slide, right?”

♡ “depends, is this your first time?”

♡ “mhm, yes it is, sir..” you bit your lip.

♡ “what a fucking liar.” he gripped your arm tightly, leading you to mall’s cells.

♡ you wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to pull him off. “c’mon, please, mike?” batting your eyelashes as you look up at him, but he ignored you.

♡ the room was small with one cell, a telephone, and a desk. he kept his grip tight, throwing you into a cell. he locked it, taking the chair out from under the desk, facing it so he can watch you.

♡ “you really think these people are this stupid, huh?” he ran his hands through his brown curls, a frustrated sigh leaving his pretty lips.

♡ you were on the ground, crawled up in the corner. your ass ached from the throw, you knew it was going to bruise. you teared up as your lip quivered, “n-no..”

♡ “of course you do! shielding your hands from the cameras?” he takes out his walkie talkie. “you see this? every time they see you, the dumb slut, they tell us to keep a close eye on her.”

♡ “d-dumb slut..?” you questioned, tears rolling down your cheek.

♡ “look at the way you dress, how you act, the way you look-“ he paused, scanning your body. “that hoodie is new though.”

♡ he was right. the hoodie was new, something you would never be caught dead wearing.

♡ “take it off.”

♡ “wh- no!” you blurted out between sobs.

♡ “what’s wrong? not wearing a bra? that’s not a problem because everyone’s seen your tits, dumb slut.” he hissed through his teeth.

♡ “fuck yo-“

♡ “i’ll call the cops. is that what you want, hm?”

♡ “n-no! fine. i’ll do it!” you took off the hoodie, your mascara running down your cheeks as you looked at him.

♡ “was wondering where you put those tops..” he grins. “sensitive, slutty, and somewhat smart?” he chuckles, man spreading, his bulge showing through his slacks.

♡ even through your sobs, your face scrunches up in disgust. eyeing his huge- you mean, gross bulge.

♡ he smirks, “wanna help me? it’s the least you could, making me work extra hard just so you could look slutty..”

♡ “fuck no.” you say, covering yourself with your hoodie.

♡ he glides his hand on the telephone, “a simple 911 call..” he jokingly presses the phone against his ear, twirling the wire, mocking you by batting his eyelashes, “e-excuse me, sir!” he let out a breathy laugh, remembering your pleas. “this young lady h-has been… been stealing!” he forces the stuttering, pouting, and out right mocking you.

♡ “just let me go! please!”

♡ god, hearing you beg made his cock harder. he pressed on one of the buttons, “nine.”

♡ “stop!” you screamed, hurriedly taking off two of the tops, leaving you in a white tank top with no bra.

♡ “that’s the slut i know..” he scanned your body, your nipples hardened from the cold air, the perky buds in view, your tight shorts, making your thighs look extra plump, and the straps of your thong showing. the combination of your body, ruined makeup, red tongue from your treat made him need to palm his bulge through his pants.

♡ you shuddered at the sight, no no no… you felt your wetness leaking from your lips, onto your underwear. “t-this is illegal.. keeping me here t-to take advantage of me..” you warned him, but you fucking loved it.

♡ “strip searches are legal.” he spat out. “now strip.”

♡ you pouted as you unbuttoned your shorts.

♡ “turn around.” he ordered

♡ you turn around, bending down as you slid off your shorts. you could hear him groan at the sight of you, your pussy barely hidden from how soaked your thong was. you smile to yourself, pulling down your thong slowly. a string connecting your cunt to the fabric, the string getting longer the further you pull them down.

♡ when you meet his gaze again, his cock is out. twitching as his pre cum leaked down his beautiful pink tip to his unshaven base. “hmm, now your top.” he groans.

♡ you noticed the more you resisted, the more his cock ached. “please don’t make me.” you whimpered out as you tilted your head to the side, a chill running up your spine as you watched his cock leak even more.

♡ he pressed another button, “one.”

♡ you forced more tears down your cheek as you pulled off your top, your clothes lying beside you. he slid the keys to you, grinning as he watched you snatch it from the ground. you reach out from the bars and unlocked your cell, dropping on your knees in front of him.

♡ he runs his hand through your hair, gripping it as you lick from the base to the tip of his cock. he looks down at you, smirking, as you look up at him with your messy eyeliner and mascara running down. “poor baby, hadn’t had cock in hours. so desperate for a dribble of cum, hm?”

♡ “mhm..” drips oozes out of your pussy onto the tiles, you whine as you swirl your tongue around his cock. sending vibrations down his cock, swallowing the salty, sticky fluid. as you entered more of him inside, he forced the rest deep inside your throat.

♡ “your throat feels so nice, baby..” his head is pulled back, groaning at the sound of your gags, not daring to look at your messy face cause he knows he’ll cum at the sight. “bet you’re happy that you got caught, hm?”

♡ you slide him off your mouth with a pop for a moment, stroking him as you talk, “yes, yes… m’ so happy..” you immediately continue to deepthroat his cock, feeling it twitch as you hallow your cheeks.

♡ “i’ll call the cops if you don’t swallow every fucking drop.” he orders before cumming down your throat. his load was too big, dripping down his cock and your chin. “all. of. it.” he looks down at your fucked up face.

♡ “yes, sir..” swiping your finger to slide the excess cum into your mouth. looking into his hooded eyes with a sultry look before entering one of his sacks his mouth.

♡ despite just cumming in your mouth, his cock still hard. watching you as you suck his most sensitive place, his cock twitching, “of course you’re fucking experienced.”

♡ you giggle, “i would’ve drank it all regardless, mikey..”

♡ he grins, “you can keep your shit. next time i won’t be so nice, though.”

♡ “thank you, sir. :3”

thank u for reading and yes you said :3 out loud :33333

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #josh futturman #josh hutcherson #josh futturman x reader #josh futterman x reader smut #lamb writes

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ghost-proofbaby · 3 months

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a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours.

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you.

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him.

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?”

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.”

“What if I say please?”

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour.

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?”

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties.

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile.

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you.

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for.

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it.

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.”

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.”

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care.

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.”

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips.

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in.

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.”

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you.

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you.

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?”

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.”

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you.

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you.

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

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dior-and-dietcoke · 1 year

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" GOLD DIGGER "

RINDOU HAITANI + BIMBO!READER

18+, slut shaming, misogyny, mean!dom rindou, hate sex, spanking, oral, rin treating reader like a rag doll, degradation, mating press, slapping, use of "sir", cheating(but not really), anal, MDNI

rindou was aware of his brothers girlfriend for some time now, and he knows for a fact that you are just using him for money but as much as he wants to hate you..he has to admit that everytime he would see see you: you look fine as fuck

God, he hates you.

Rindou knew for a while now that you are using his brother for his money. He noticed new clothes every day on you. Juicy Couture tracksuits, diamond necklaces, Dior shoes, Louis Vuitton bags, and that perfume that clouded his senses every time you would walk by him.

A filthy whore, That's what you are. Not the 'best girl in the world' like ran describes you.

If rindou didn't know any better he would have fallen into the same trap, the trap being your pussy.

Rin knew you were fucking his brother before he even saw you, he just heard your disgustingly erotic moans. And rin would never tell anyone but anytime you came over and rindou would hear your fucking moans he would push his head against the wall to hear you better and proceed to cum in his hand.

Ran is so fucking blinded by your..Beautiful face, curvy body, and those slutty-ass clothes that barely Cover your perfect ass and tits.

Of course, anytime rin tried to convince his brother that you were just using ran he laughed it off and didn't believe him.

So rin decided he should just Talk to you. And that's exactly what he did. Rindou came to your house because he used to drive his brother to you and knows by now where you live by now.

He walked up to your doorstep and Rang the bell, full of anger and impatience he tapped his foot against the concrete, taking a drag of his cigarette.

After the third puff of smoke escaped his lungs you opened the door

"Oh! Rinnie!" Of course you're dressed like a whore again. You were wearing a croptop where he could see your underboob and the shortest shorts he has ever seen.

"Hi. Can I come in?" His dark and mean gaze made you feel small but also like he was flirting with you. You nodded happily and let him in. "Where's ranran?" You questioned with a finger on your lip, god you're so fucking dumb. And it's making him hard. But that's not what he's here for, once he makes you break up with his brother, he will stop wanting to fuck you. Out of sight out of mind.

"I just came here to talk to you." He said, puffing a cloud of smoke in your direction, making you cough. You suddenly saw his bulge and immediately knew what you think he wanted. He came here to fuck you, and ranran told you if he asks you to fuck, you are allowed to say yes. And rinnie was really handsome, it's not like you've never thought about a threesome with your hot boyfriend and his just as handsome brother.

"I know what- h-huh?" He began but looked down and saw you on your knees trying to unbuckle his belt, he wasn't protesting and his cock wouldn't stop twitching every time your long nails would brush against his clothed erection and he didn't know why.

"I always kind of knew you liked me~" you giggled and looked up at him with your disgustingly adorable eyes

You finally got his pants down, and you started to pull his tight boxers down, where you could already see how big he was. "Oh!" You yelped watching his cock bounce out of its confinements in front of your face.

Rin just kept looking at you, he should be szopping you but he just wanted you to hurry the fuck up.

You grabbed his 10 inches and looked at it wide-eyed. He could rip you apart so easily. You bit your lip before kissing his leaky tip and earning a small groan from him "fuck.." his fingers ran through your hair in such an erotic way that you could get wet from that if you weren't already dripping.

But all of a sudden rin got back to his senses and yanked your hair away from his aching cock.

"The fuck you think you're doin' huh?" Before you could even give him an answer he dragged you by the hair into the kitchen and slammed you down onto the white marble counter.

"Dirty fuckin' whore now you're tryna fuck me too?" His degrading and angry words didn't match up with him spreading your legs apart and pulling your shorts down. And surprise, surprise..you aren't wearing any panties AND you're soaking wet.

Rin snarled and suddenly a harsh slap landed on your wet pussy lips. Making your whole body flinch and force a whine out of you "fuckin' takin' all my bro's money for sucking his dick, you're fuckin' disgusting.." he said as he got in between your legs, drooled over how pretty your pussy looked, and how cutely it clenched around nothing.

"R-rinnie what— AH!!—" you moaned out as another slap hit your poor pussy. "Stop fuckin' calling me that, I'm not your stupid boy toy like my brother. It's sir from now on, got it? I'll show you how to fuckin' behave." His Fingers suddenly spread your slick drenched pussy lips apart and he couldn't help but bite his lip at your beautiful pussy.

"Fucking dirty hole.." you whined at his mean comment but moaned once his tongue made contact with your sensitive nub.

"A-Ahhh!!—" rindou didn't even hold back, he just made out with your pussy while his big hands grabbed your ass cheeks, he pulled them apart and let go of one of them and he slid the tip of his thumb inside your tight asshole

"N-NO, S-SIR NOT THERE- AHH!" Once you protested, he shoved his finger knuckle deep into you and wiggled it around in your soft but unbelievably tight walls. The taste of your pussy and feeling it clench already made him salivate but the way your asshole clenched as well as the cherry on top.

"Dirty whore..wanted me all this time, didn't you?" He groaned before diving back in and making it impossible for you to answer.

Your ass started to grind back onto his face and thumb, "y-yes!!" You wailed as you suddenly came all over his face and new, expensive suit.

He stood up and grabbed your hair to make you look up at him, meeting his cold and almost angry expression as his chest heaved with heavy breaths escaping his wet lips "do you see what you did?" He pointed at the Pool of your slick on his dress pants

"Get on your knees and clean it up, ya hear me?" You didn't respond and just whined, rindou took that as you being a brat and smacked you in the face "I asked if ya heard me, whore." You mewled and nodded with a quiet "yes.." got on your, now jelly-like knees, and stuck your tongue out to lick and suck at the wet spots on his pants.

This whorish sight of you sucking your cum out of his pants because he told you to, made his cock ache painfully. You kept eyeing his cock but rindou grabbed your hair again and dragged you over to your big white couch (that his brother probably paid for) and slammed you down on it before getting in between your legs

"I wanted you too.. but don't get ahead of yourself because I said that. Everyone would wanna fuck you senseless if they saw those slutty Outfits of yours" you bit your lip at his comment and clenched your thighs together

"Open your mouth." He said dryly and you just let out a little 'huh' before rin grabbed you again to slap you "i said open your fuckin' mouth." He hissed through gritted teeth, you obeyed and he spat onto your pretty tongue "swallow it..yeah, just like that..see? You can be a good girl if you want to."

You smiled and nodded. "y-yes, sir!" Rindou grinned and chuckled at your obedience "you want daddy to stretch that nasty pussy out now?"

Your eyes lit up almost immediately as those words left his mouth, rindou smiled "Guess that's a yes.." rin looked down and stroked his cock a few times before positioning it against your twitching hole, practically begging him to slide it inside you.

"C'mon say you want sir to fuck you say 'please, sir, I want you to fuck my slutty pussy, pleasee~'" he mocked and laughed lowly once you started begging like he asked "good girl." He grunted as rin slid his cock slowly inside of you. "Ya feel that, baby? Feel how good it's stretching your little cunt-"

you suddenly cut him off messily and aggressively, making out with him. He groaned deeply into your mouth but pulled away and slapped you. "Did I give you permission to kiss me? Hm?"

He slapped you again, and you shook your head. "I didn't think so." He snarled but then kissed you before pounding into you. His groans filled your mouth while your loud moans and whines filled his.

Rin pulled away from the kiss and grinned down at you "cock hungry whore.." as he kept pounding into you he quickly changed the Position by pushing your left leg against your chest and keeping the other on his hip with one of his legs on the ground, reaching even deeper than before and getting to pound you even harder.

"S-SIR!— I-i'm GONNA-" already? He asked himself, but rin certainly didn't complain, cause the feeling of your pussy clamping his thick cock so hard it almost made him see stars

"Fuuck..good fuckin' pussy..mhh.." he groaned while he tried to reach his high as he helped you ride out yours, though, the overstimulation made you cum once again onto his cock and dress pants. "Whore- fuck..kiss me, baby.." he moaned as you draped your arms around rindou to pull him down into the kiss that he asked for.

At the same time your wet and hot tongues touched each other he shot his hot and thick load deep into your cunt.

You suddenly started wailing loudly. "SIR—NOO~ I-I'M NOT ON THE PILL- AHHH!" rin should be concerned, but he instead bit his lip and couldn't help but grin

"Well, then you better start callin' me daddy every day cause I definitely just fucked a baby into ya." You should be concerned as well but just like rindou, you found this more like hot than concerning.

Out of the blue, his brother was calling him. "Almost on cue.." rin sighed and picked up "yeah?"

"Where are you right now? Mikey just called a meeting." Ran asked as his brother pinched the bridge of his nose

You perked up and sat up, staining the couch in more of Rindou's cum "is it ranran? RAAAN~" you giggled happily

Rindou wanted to die right then and there. His brother would hate him for sure!

"So you finally fucked her?" He chuckled "took ya long enough! She's good right? That pretty pussy's so greedy~" rindou groaned and hung up

You tilted your head confused "what did ranran say?" Rindou just stared back at you and sighed

"Both of you are horrible.." But you just giggled, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek."Are we gonna do this again? It was fun!" Rindou blushed slightly and completely forgot why he was here in the first place

"Yes..sure, baby.." he smiled softly and gave you a sweet kiss."I gotta go now though, I'll come back tonight with ran, kay?" You giggled and nodded. "okayy~ have fun and be safe!" Rindou zipped his pants up and put his jacket back on before getting out of your house and back into his car just to slap his head on his steering wheel

"I worried way too much..she..she's not that bad.."

And now he did fall into your trap, but who could blame him?

#—☆ jojo writes‧₊˚#tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #rindou haitani smut #rindou smut #rin haitani smut #ran smut #ran haitani smut #bimbo!reader #chubby!reader

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rafesgoldrings · 11 months

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Drew Starkey characters

Rafe Cameron

* indicates smut 18+ ONLY

Imagines

One Hell of a Night* (ft Poly!Kook Topper and Kelce)

It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

Sex Tape* (Cam boy!Rafe AU)

Rafe agrees to let you be in one of his shows on the agreement he gets to make a sex tape with it…turns out you like being the slutty star of the show

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy* (Cowboy!Rafe AU)

When you see that Rafe Cameron is looking for new ranch hands, you jump at the opportunity. You’ve heard the rumors about him being a cowboy casanova and plan on keeping it professional, but his blue eyes and thick southern drawl make it harder than you planned

Throat Training*

Rafe really likes training your throat hoping that one day he can use it to his full advantage

Let Me Help* (ft Topper and Kelce)

After hearing what JJ and Pope did to Topper, you decide to join in on the plan for revenge. Turns out you like seeing your boys get mean way more than you thought

Princess*

Rafe likes having your throat full. He also really likes making fun of you for it

Lines*

Rafe does lines off your tits

Blurbs

Rafe gets an idea when he sees your silk sleeping mask and it becomes a new thing for you two*

After care with Rafe

Rafe getting you all worked up and mocking your moans*

Car sex with Rafe*

Rafe gets a handjob after you get your nails done and loves how they look gripping his cock*

Rafe likes when you get off on his thigh*

Overstim! With Rafe*

Sub!Rafe*

Comfort!Rafe

“Shh shh baby, I know I know”*

Rafe makes sure you know how much he loves you

Angry Rafe using you to get his frustration out*

Rafe spanking you after you tease him all day*

Getting Rafe’s initials tattooed under your tits*

Mean sex with Rafe*

Rafe x Bimbo!Reader*

Rafe punishes you after you make a snotty comment about his…skills*

Giving Rafe road head*

Reassuring Rafe

JJ catching his kook gf giving Rafe road head*

Trophy wife!Reader

Original trophy wife request*

Rafe gets a blowjob while on the phone*

Rafe spoils you at the spa and finds himself roped into a couples massage*

Rafe fucks you on the new guys desk to show him who you belong since he doesn’t seem to understand*

Rafe buys you a diamond necklace with his name on it

Rafe takes care of the creepy guy that won’t leave you alone at work when things get physical*

Rafe finds your ‘toys’ and uses them against you…literally*

Showering with Rafe quickly turns sexual when he uses the showerhead to his advantage*

You’re jealous of Rafe’s newest business conquest*

The new guy at work treats you like shit not knowing who your husband is*

Rafe keeps his promise of making you beg after the events of the new guy disrespecting you*

Rafe with a breeding kink*

You get hurt at the office and Rafe panics (AKA hurt/comfort)

Teasing Rafe at a business dinner*

Rafe takes care of you while you’re on your period

Taking care of a coked out Rafe

Poly!Kook!Boys x Kook!Reader

How your relationship with the boys started

You tell Rafe he’s your favorite during sex, a little white lie doesn’t hurt anyone*

Growing tired of your bitching when they stop spoiling you for a few days, Rafe teaches you a lesson using his belt*

The boys find out you’ve been lying to them about who’s your favorite and plan their revenge*

The boys handle a pogue that made you uncomfortable. Nobody touches their girl and gets away with it

The boys have a game of who can make you come the most and the hardest, you find out and make your own game*

What the boys do when you take too much coke

The time Topper went too far against your boundaries and your other two boys took care of it (1/2)

The time Topper went too far with claiming you and Rafe got jealous* (2/2)

Pregnancy scare

The boys take care of you after you have a few too many drinks*

The boys doing lines off your body*

Cowboy!Rafe AU

Fluffy/flirty moments with Cowboy!Rafe

You pick flowers for Cowboy!Rafe after a long day at the ranch (blushy and shy Cowboy!Rafe)

#rafe cameron imagine

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redbleedingrose · 4 months

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Rhys in grey sweatpants, I had that image put in my head now I want to spread the gospel 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Just him with his sleep hair and voice in nothing but his grey sweatpants 😮‍💨

UMMMMMM

Rhysand is totally the best dressed of all the males in the night court and possibly Prythian.

Only Eris rivals him in the clothing department and I stand firm on that statement.

He just knows what gets you going. He knows the colors that suit him and he is not afraid to work it.

I feel like for the most part, Rhys really plays the role of high lord well. And he dresses the part too.

All of his clothes are freshly tailored and laundered. He never really wears the same outfit twice. And when he meets you???

He makes sure that you have all the clothes that you could ever want or need. He also insists on matching most days. You basically are THE moment in Prythian, everyone who isn't you wants to BE you. And it is all thanks to Rhysie's impeccable fashion sense. All your clothes make you look like the star of the night, pun not intended.

And all of your shoes and jewelry he has designed for you? Don't even get me started. Each outfit needs its own individualized look and feel and vibe. And he makes sure that is there for you. He is always there to help you put together your look.

Playing dress up for him is sooooo much fun. He has you doing twirls in your dresses and gets on his knees to help you put your heels on. He kisses every portion of your exposed neck whenever he clasps on your necklaces for you. You are treated like an utter princess around him, never having to lift a finger beyond your desire.

He also loves to help you with your earrings. And he is so gentle with it too. His pretty violet eyes focusing on your ear lobe as he ever so carefully puts in your earrings. He makes sure that they don't feel to heavy or cause any irritation to your ear as you are sensitive to different kinds of metals. When he is done, his eyes focus back on you with this look of utter pride that you are his. You are his mate. His high lady. His everything. And he is just obsessed.

You are lucky if you can make it to ANY event on time because this male will find any excuse to show you just how obsessed he is.

Back to Rhys' fashion sense...

He really rarely wears clothes that are "lounge wear." TBH, I feel like he started moreso a little after meeting you because he sees what it does to you.

Rhysie is the kind of male who can look good in practically anything. But in lounge wear??? send freaking help he is the hottest male to have ever EXISTED!!!

His gray sweatpants are one of your favs on him. He is always wearing it with a tight black or navy blue t-shirt that clings to his chest and shoulders and biceps. You can basically see the outline of his abs whenever he wears those shirts (which you will be riding later so help you gods).

And omg just think of all of his tattoos exposed on his corded forearms. And think about those muscles flexing while he fingers you speechless.

Anyway, poor rhysie needs to replace his sweatpants any time he wears them because they always end up stained from you riding his thigh.

But he knows that.

Thats why he wears them, slutty smug bastard. The smirk any time he pulls them out and surprises you by wearing them is enough to know that he knows exactly what he does to you. And he is proud of it too.

His formal clothing is not to be forgotten.

His tight fitting dress shirts where he leaves the top two buttons open so that you can see his smooth tan chest underneath??? The dark swirls intricately peaking out and climbing up his neck??? The small silver chain he wears??? The one that has your name engraved over and over, all along the metal because he belongs to you??? Because he knows that every part of him, his heart and soul, is all entirely owned by you???

The only ring he wears is his wedding ring too.

Sigh, I need a Rhys.

This was terrible but I love Rhysand so you are gonna get my unhinged thoughts about him always.

#rose rambles #rose answers #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand headcanons #rhysand fanfic #rhysand imagine #rhysand #rhys acotar #high lord rhysand #pro rhys #pro rhysand #acotar fanfic #acotar headcanons #acotar fanfiction #acotar

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sabosbabygirl · 4 months

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Christmas Day: Toji

SFW

He managed to finally win a bet on a horse race. The pot was worth 300$. He knows you wanted something amazing but he also knows that are you busting your ass paying the bills. He sighs looking at the money. He nods his head and goes towards the store.

He stops at a grocery store (something like Walmart) and picks up 5$ flowers and a 30$ heat necklace.

He is disappointed in himself, although he will NEVER tell you that. He knows you deserve so much better.

When you get home you see the flowers on the table with the necklace. It’s honestly the first romantic thing he got you.

Toji looks at you, “Listen sweetheart, it’s not much at all. I won the horse race bet and I know you deserve more but I figured the rest of the money could help towards bills or something. I do love you and wish I could do more. I promise next year will be different. I love you.”

He smiles at you and pulls out a chair. The man actually cooked for you and him. Christmas miracles do happen.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

NSFW

Toji looked you up and down, whistling and touching your curves.

“God damn baby!!” he said while his eyes landed on each curve you own. He loves when you wear sexy lingerie for him.

You smile, biting your lip as his thumbs rub across the fabric on your nipples.

He smirks and removes his thumbs from your nipples.

“Eager babygirl? Mmm, I like that. But first, how about you show daddy how good you are and suck my cock like you did that candy cane earlier..” he smirks and lowers his pants revealing his massive, thick, 10 inch, slightly curved cock. Hard and ready.

“Well babygirl?! Dont be shy now. Get on those knees and let me see your pretty mouth go to work,” he said smirking, the scar on his lip raising to one corner of his mouth.

You kneel down and start sucking his massive cock with your slutty mouth. Drooling all over it. His hands grip the back of your head, forcing you further down his shaft.

He moans your name and his hand pushes you head faster up and down his shaft. His toes curling.

“Fuck! You are gonna make me cum quick sweetheart,” he says in a moaning tone.

You feel him precum in your mouth and he quickly moves your head off his cock, staring down at you.

“Enough sucking. How about I show you how Megumi was made?” he said raising his eyebrow.

Before you have the chance to say anything, he picks you up, tosses you on the bed and rips your panties off with his hands.

This Christmas Night will be a long, unforgettable, hot night.

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Fanart: Glowx_21 on ig

#smut #toji x female reader #dilf toji #toji x you #toji x y/n #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu toji

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gravedigginbbydoll · 20 days

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Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey, y'all. I've finally moved! So, I'm working on writing right now. I'm so sorry for the long wait; I've been juggling a lot. I hope you like this chapter; we'll get into more drama and romance in the next chapters! Pls remember that reblogs and comments are appreciated! Also feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, insecurity, hurt and comfort, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

Chapter 8

Bug's POV

It had been two weeks since you and Eddie kissed. Though you both had talked about liking one another, neither of you breached the topic of your relationship. And to be honest, it hadn’t bothered you. You got to enjoy the typical activities with Eddie, plus the bonus of kissing or cuddling. You weren’t worried about labels or anything. Plus it meant you didn’t have to feel so guilty about not going on dates or dressing up. Only something more had developed…

You had begun to have a dilemma of jealousy and embarrassment.

It began that fateful on the November night that was fading into December, finals approaching viciously. You had overheard from a few classmates that Eddie denied their advances, all of them bitter about the situation. You knew why, but couldn’t help but feel worried. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but you also weren’t nearly as experienced as Eddie. And maybe that sparked something in you.

You were somehow both relieved and frustrated that Eddie hadn’t tried anything with you yet, curious as to how he would be with you. Some stories…made you sit at the edge of your seat, a gasp in your throat.

He couldn’t help his reputation, really.

You knew Eddie would make dirty jokes about enjoying choking with Gareth and even fake moans around Steve to make him disgusted. But he never did that with you. He was always sincere and kind. Tamed? In a way. But some tiny little piece of you, something depraved and lonely, wondered why.

So you decided to test the waters.

It started out small, of course. Something like a stupid ‘that’s what she said’ joke.

A few days later it snowballed to a joke revolving around your taste in jewelry and saying “Truthfully, I prefer my necklaces to be more...tight. Like a hand.”

It was laughable, really. Embarrassing.

But the straw that officially broke the camel's back?

A joke about Eddie's drawer.

Eddie and you had been messing around, kissing sometimes and giggling, discussing past embarrassing moments. And that’s when you heard the story of how some guy ran out of Steve and Eddie’s shared apartment when he saw the ‘drawer’. You had rolled your eyes, laughing a bit and teasing Eddie gently.

“I mean it is a bit slutty of you,” You giggled, curled into Eddie’s side.

Eddie tickled your side gently, grinning softly, “Hey! We do not slut shame in this house. It’s rude,” He teased, nose scrunched up in the cutest way possible. Your heart skipped a beat.

You smiled a devious grin and shrugged, standing up. “I wasn’t slut shaming…just…word gets around.” Your stomach was twisting and turning with nerves, your heart pumping. You were pushing it a bit, but wanted to test the waters.

Eddie raised a brow at you, fighting a smile on his lips, eyes dark and twinkling with mischief. “Oh, does it, now? And what exactly…went around…?”

You walked around, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the Warhammer minis on his shelf, a delicate finger careful to not touch them. “Oh…ya know…things like…how you’re really good at eating out. Or how you like ropes…and maybe…how you love power dynamics…how you…seem to really love getting people off.” With every phrase falling from your lips you felt more and more giddy and nervous, your heart thumping out of your chest. Your thighs squeezed together to rid the ache between your legs as you pretended to be more interested in his decor. You came to his band posters, some local, some big names. You stared at the art work and tried to avoid the intense feeling of Eddie’s gaze on you.

“Oh…I see. And how much did you believe of it?,” His voice seemed low and almost like a whisper, but the guttural tones and bass of his vocals made a shiver run down your spine. You tried to hold your ground, walking towards his desk, playing with a fidget cube he kept on his desk for concentration. Your back was still to him.

“Mmm…not much. I heard a lot of what seemed like exaggeration about how many times you made people…finish.” You breathed out, trying to ignore the trembling in your hands and the feeling of breathlessness consuming you.

Eddie chuckled darkly and seemed to shuffle about, finally stepping closer to you and tracing delicate fingers up your side. “Do you want to find out if it’s true?” His breath was in your ear, making your skin feel hot and your stomach twist in knots.

You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant and looking off towards a Metallica poster, chewing on your lip. “I mean, if you want to prove yourself…fine. But there's no way you can make anyone cum that much, no matter how slutty you-”

You found yourself spun around quickly as a pair of strong and calloused hands intertwined into your hair and pulled you in at your waist, his mouth immediately upon yours as he shut you up with the most passionate and panty dropping kiss you had ever experienced. Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips encased yours, fireworks going off in your belly. He rubbed his hand at your side, slipping under your shirt to have his cool hand touch your warming skin. He continued to tug at your hair, eliciting little moans from you and making wetness pool in your underwear, your body alight with desire.

You felt desperate and pathetic, but in the best way. So often you were the caring and overbearing friend, the one who was always the designated driver, the one who worked a thankless job and tried to push others along to succeed. But here, with Eddie, you often felt free to let loose. Free to think less about others and more about yourself. And it seemed that translated into the bedroom too.

Eddie was leaving your mouth to kiss down your neck, nipping and biting softly, causing you to whimper and claw at his back. He steered you toward what felt like the bed, dropping you onto your back before looming over you. His eyes were dark and his lips pink and swollen from the kissing. His arms were braced on either side of your head as his hair made a curtain around you, your heart beating at the sight of his expression. It was like he was hungry and desperate.

“You’re so gorgeous…I’m gonna make you see fucking stars,” He growled out, making your body shiver in delight.

He lifted your shirt off your frame, throwing it to the side as he cupped your breasts, eyes looking at you for reassurance. You nodded, biting your lip. He grinned devilishly, coming in to leaving bruising kisses and bites at your neck, his nimble fingers pinching and playing with your nipples, the desire pooling between your thighs as you squirmed under him.

“Such a pretty girl…so responsive…,” He groaned out, grinding his hardness into you for a minute while you moaned, before moving down and taking a nipple in his mouth, first giving it teasing licks before he latched on and began sucking and nipping at the bud, making you whine and grip the bedding underneath you, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. You felt like you were on cloud 9. Your thoughts consumed by the goofy metalheads mouth and tongue, pleasure ever growing. You practically lost it when one of his hands traveled south while the other continued playing with your nipple that wasn’t between his teeth, hovering above your mound.

“Can I touch you, baby? Can I play with your clit?,” He growled out around your nipple, your back arching at his words as you felt your cunt throb. You were mindless. You were putty in his hands.

“Yes, god please…yes…”

At that his hands went under your panties, finger quickly finding your sensitive spot and circling it gently. You were squirming, back arching, as his lip popped off your breast obscenely and moved to the other, and his fingers moved to tug at your nipple and keep it hard. At this point you swore you were going to combust. Eddie just kept whispering praise and growling around you, calling you his ‘plaything’ and his ‘girl’. Your back arching as you felt the familiar build, your cunt clenching around nothing as you whimpered, eyes screwed shut.

“Fu-fuck…’M gonna cum…gonna cum…please please please, Eds,” You clawed at his back, releasing a moan from him as he moved to kiss you, still rubbing at your clit, this time with a bit more ferocity. You felt the pleasure between your legs build and build as you moaned into his mouth, finally snapping as he lightly smacked your clit, growling into your mouth. You saw white, your eyes rolling back as your body shook, gasps and moans escaping your mouth. You laid there, boneless for a moment, eyes shut as you caught your breath.

Eddie collapsed beside you, sighing out. Your eyes fluttered open to look at him, still trying to catch your breath.

“I guess…rumors hold…a bit of truth,” You panted, smiling weakly as Eddie chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That was just a preview…catch your breath because I’m not letting you leave this bed until I’ve had my fill with you,” He whispered, smiling devilishly as he kissed your forehead and your eyes went wide.

Eddie Munson would be the death of you.

Once you’d had Eddie’s touch, his kiss…You were insatiable.

Any moment you had free, you were in his grip. You experienced the ropes, the toys, everything. You now knew exactly what had all the people at Hawkins so hooked onto Eddie, his mere touch making you see stars. You had yet to actually have full penetrative sex, but it was satisfying exploring the space between.

You hadn’t questioned your relationship, okay with not labeling it for the time. Though it seemed to really bother Steve.

‘So, you guys finally a thing?’

‘He finally popped the lil question?’

‘Finally… or am I just hopeful again?’

The last time he had asked, you were wearing Eddie’s shirt and boxers, cooking breakfast. You shook your head with a smile, laughing at Steve’s groan of frustration after Eddie walked out with a messy bedhead, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Everything was simple and fun.

And sure, a small part of you hoped soon Eddie would call you his. You knew you were exclusive, and that was great. But some days you had dreamed of hearing the words ‘my girl’ fall from his lips.

But you would settle with the little piece of heaven you were gifted.

You could always sense a storm before it came. Not a literal storm, but an unfortunate event. Of course it could be argued that your anxiety led you to always sensing a storm, even if one wasn’t oncoming. But you knew the familiar feeling, your belly churning, your heart squeezed, and your head pained by pressure and nerves alike.

It all started after the afternoon you and Eddie had been cuddling and watching trashy TV, giggling over stupid circumstances. Eddie turned over and looked at you.

“This may sound weird but…would you be okay if I used you for a song?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat.

“Uh, sure…That’s okay,” you replied meekly, heart leaping at the thought of your closest friend and romantic interest with benefits writing something about you. For you.

He smiled at you, those ice melting dimples causing your mind to turn to goo. You smiled back shyly, snuggling back into the crook of his arm.

Then your phone buzzed, causing your brow to furrow.

You looked down at the screen in your hand, seeing a notification from Instagram.

@ChrissytheCutie has followed you!

You felt a sense of confusion and sourness build. You didn’t know the account, but decided to brush it off. You didn’t post much anyways and you knew a bunch of people would just follow you after seeing you went to Hawkins.

And boy…

Was that a mistake.

Taglist: @josephquinnsfreckles @corrodedcoffincumslut @kirisuteg0men @bebe07011 @amira0303 @vintagehellfire @lottie-90 @animechick555

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roll-of-royces · 1 day

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Caleb Headcanons

Since @caleb-pilot has entirely ruined me, and I am now deep in my Caleb fixation I give you my personal headcanons for him. These are largely personal opinions given he's minimally developed by canon, and also heavily influenced by the Caleb Gimmick!

He's an adrenaline junkie, always seeking the next thing that makes him anything intense enough to be worthy of feeling

Caleb has a bit of a drinking problem, he drinks to forget and to remember and when he's drunk he lashes out at everyone

The boy has big wanderer trauma (likely watched his family die when he was a child)

He's hyper-vigilant, to the point of sometimes being jumpy

Caleb pays attention to all of MCs little details, knows all sorts of facts about her that no one else does

He will start a barfight and he will win that fight

He loves symbolism, and reminders of positive things in his life such as apples as an inside joke and clinging to terms of affection like pipsqueak

Caleb absolutely gave MC piggy-back rides all the time as kids and misses doing it now that they're older

He keeps a calendar full of things he wants to remember about his friends and family

He prefers fist bumps over hugs unless its MC because of his hyper-vigilance

Caleb deals with chronic nightmares

He drinks his coffee black

He has a high pain tolerance

(Very personal headcanon) His squad mates nicknamed him Icarus because he takes more risks than he should

He went out of his way to learn how to make all of MCs favorite foods

He keeps a picture of MC in his wallet he won't show anyone

Caleb wears the necklace MC gave him 24/7, in the shower, when he's sleeping, at the gym

Sometimes he texts Zayne to get updates on MCs health because he knows she'll sugar coat it

He is fiercely protective of his family and will defend them immediately

Caleb uses his Evol all the time for the most menial things

He will send slutty pictures without hesitation

His smiles don't always reach his eyes

Caleb has two laughs, one for fitting in and one that comes out more as a wheeze for genuine amusement

He likes junk food and is happy to eat at food stalls or grab convenience food lunches

Caleb is a master paper airplane crafter and is also good at origami (he keeps a box of 999 cranes under his bed, scared to make his wish)

He sings to himself while he flies (he has a pretty good voice)

He's developed a reputation for being a skilled pilot but people sometimes don't want to fly with him due to his impulsivity

Once he almost got thrown out of flight school for threatening a teacher

Many an adult has said he has promise but shows a troubling amount of anger

MC is the only one he'll listen to without question (if she says jump he asks how high)

#love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #caleb love and deepspace #he's my Icarus and I am falling into obsession #caleb x mc

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lemonpepperseed · 8 months

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A LIST OF SLUTTY THINGS I WANT TO DO WITH CIRRUS, SODO, AND SWISS BECAUSE THEY LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE —- MINORS DNI 18+ —-<3

@randomfandomdreaming as your roommate I’m not only making you read this but you’re also gonna do your own version <3 love yah lol

Cirrus

-god damn-

-Mommy??? Yes. No sorry needed. She is THE mommy

-I want this woman to call me a good girl while she takes a seat on my face

-The things this woman could do to me

-ST E P O N M E

-A strap on longer than Papa’s seven inches of satanic panic- PLEASE

-I want her to hit me. Spit on me. Whatever she sees fit, fuck it lol

-lord satan have mercy

-I wanna be under this queen-

-give her head while she’s practicing <3

-I don’t think she should complain if you called her mommy

-I feel like she may be a switch though Frfr

-I wouldn’t mind her calling me mommy either

-i bet she’d sound cute-

-customized fun toys lol

Sodo

-where do I begin..

-this man..

-H A N D S

-THE daddy of the daddies

-hail satan sure but what about sodo??

-this man could make me nut without touching me I swear

-I think his hand would make a great necklace

-I want this man to fuck me everywhere on everything

-idc

-this man could nut in me and I don’t think I would complain

-the only man I’d let put their dick near my face Frfr

-I bet the after care is AMAZING

-He’s ROUGH in bed and no one will change my mind

-I’m 4’10, imma make the short king feel like a giant in one way or another

-please fuck me stupid. P L E A S E

-I wonder if he has a thing for biting. Satan I hope so.

Swiss

-bondage.

-I don’t need to explain. Just bondage

-he KNOWS what he’s doing

-this man will turn you into a pillow princess

-mans can smack my ass and I’d ask him to do it again lol

-he could spit in my face and I would say thank you with no hesitation

-he’s feral.

-the dumb ones fuck the hardest (I say this with love)

-mans would rip his mask off to make out with you easier, I mean for satans sake, he broke his mask while fucking his guitar on stage

-give him head while he stands on his platform of shame

-I want this man to take a chapter out of sodo’s book and finger pain on me with his cu-

#ghost the band #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost smut #ghost band smut #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul smut #smut #sodo x reader #Swiss x reader #cirrus x reader #cirrus ghoulette #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #cirrus x reader smut #sodo x reader smut #Swiss x reader smut #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls x reader smut

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c0ntraversial-h0rr0r-c0ntent · 2 months

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I’m really shy for asking this,

But possibly a CNC with a feral Bo Sinclair and trans masc reader?

If you can’t do trans masc, that’s alright, afab reader will still be alright with me!

I just really want a genuine feral/fucked up Bo going ham

Bo Sinclair x trans masc reader, 1.3k [CNC, cream pie, your parts referred to as pussy and cock]

You had brought it up last week, when you were too deep into subspace to stop yourself. He had just pulled out and you were collapsed on his chest, rising and falling with him as he panted.

“Are you alright honey?” He puts one hand on your lower back. “Was that a little bit too rough?”

You shake your head. “Liked it.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

A few minutes later he had gotten up and come back with a wet rag and two glasses of water.

“You could be rougher,” You whisper as he gently swipes the rag across inner thigh. “If you want.”

“How rough are we talkin’?”

“Not all the time, but, I have this fantasy,”

He had listened and nodded and waited.

As you slip your shoes on, you wonder if today will be the day. You’ve dressed the part, just in case it is, wearing the tiniest shorts you have and hoping that Vincent doesn’t see you on the way out.

You also slip the necklace that you always wear, the one Bo gave you a few months ago, out from underneath your shirt.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on you by the time you’ve walked down to the station. You catch his eye then walk into the store.

He’s in the shop working on Lester’s truck, and usually you’d go sit with him, so that should be enough of a sign.

You stand with your back to the window, facing a shelf of candy. The bell dings behind you.

“Hi there.” He leans against the wall. “Can I help you with something?”

“I’m baking cookies,” You explain. “And I need some kind of chocolate to cut up and use as chocolate chips.”

“Oh I see.” He nods in mock understanding and walks over, standing behind you. He presses himself against you. “That’s a real pretty necklace.” He traces it with one finger.

“My boyfriend gave it to me.” You whisper.

“Aw wasn’t that nice of him?” The other hand runs along the edge of your shorts. “Is he, baby?”

“Is he what?” You ask, distracted by the hand now pushing up the hem of your shorts.

“Nice.” His voice is predatory. He leans against you again, his hand moving up from the necklace to rest on your throat. Not choking, just holding. “I bet he is. I’m sure he fucks you real gentle too, doesn’t he?”

“Doesn’t he?” He yells. You nod.

“But that isn’t what you want, is it?” His hand runs down your body and settles on your hip, pushing you back against him. “You don’t want nice, do you? Boys who want it nice and gentle don’t wear slutty fuckin’ shorts when they go out.” He humps his hardening cock against you.

He takes the hand that was on your ass and wraps it around you, holding you still. He unbuttons the top button of your shorts.

“Stop!” You squirm, trying to get away.

“No darlin’, let’s not make this harder than it needs to be.”

You get in one good kick to his calf that makes his grip on you loosen for a moment, and you take your chance. You slip out of his hold and manage to make it a few steps before he’s on you again.

He slams you into the counter then drops to his knees, one hand on your lower stomach keeping you secured there. He wrestles your shorts off you then hooks his hands in the band of your underwear.

“Don’t look all scared now, this is what you wanted.”

He pulls down your underwear, slipping them off over your shoes and putting them next to your shorts. He swipes a finger against you and chuckles. You gasp at the sudden stimulation.

“You’re not scared.” He coos. “Maybe you are but,” He licks the finger that had just touched you. “Tastes like you like being scared.”

He stands up and grabs your hips and for a moment you’re in the air before he puts you down on the countertop.

“Stop,” you try to push him away. He ignores you and kneels once more, this time with his face between your thighs. “Don’t do this.” You plead.

Usually he’s delicate and deliberate, but this is rough. This is his tongue inside you, nose bumping against your cock.

“Oh fuck.” You whimper.

He sucks at your cock, tongue on your tip, not stopping when your thighs begin to tremble.

“Stop!” There’s more urgency in your voice now as you feel it building. “Please, you have to stop, stop it right, oh fuck.” Your hips twitch and involuntarily buck against him.

When he looks up at you his face chin is soaked. He seems proud of himself.

“Thought you didn’t want it.” He stands up and slides his belt off.

“My boyfriend’s gonna kill you.” You murmur.

“He fingers you, doesn’t he? See I get real tired of having to stretch boys out.” He pulls his cock out and drags the tip up and down. You shudder.

He puts a hand on your chest and pushes you flat against the counter.

“Legs around my waist.”

“Take a deep breath, big breath sweetheart. It’s gonna hurt.”

The tip is overwhelming. You grimace.

“I know honey, I know.” He soothes. “I know it hurts.” The predatory looks flashes across his face. “But this isn’t about you. He leans into you, pushing a few more inches in.

“Fuck.”

He moves out, then back in again, laughing at the way your face twists in pain. “Yeah baby boy, am I hurting you inside? He laughs.

He pulls out and then pushes just the tip in. He rocks back and forth, bringing it in and out.

“See, I can be nice.” He smirks. “But you don’t want that.” He slams in. All the way in. You get a shock when he bumps up against the deepest part of you. You feel tears begin to drip down your face.

“That’s it,” He grunts. “Take it, take the whole fuckin’ thing.”

He leans forward, pushing himself so deep that you can’t help but scream. He licks the tears from your face. He swings his hips forward.

You howl. It hurts so much but at the same time, every slam of his hips is heaven.

“That’s right, you fuckin’ scream for me.”

“I think I have to,”

“I know baby, I can feel it. I can feel you clenching on me.”

You can’t stop yourself. It’s too overwhelming—the combination of him moaning in your ear and slamming into you, still sensitive from your last orgasm, it’s just too much.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He whispers. You nod. “Gonna cum from getting a big cock forced in you?” He shouts.

More tears well up as you ride it out, clenching around him.

“That’s a good boy,” He babbles in your ear. “Such a good boy cumming from being forced open, fuck you’re so tight. I’m gonna cum.” He whimpers.

“No,” You yell. “Not inside, pull out, you have to pull out.” It’s not as if you don’t have plan B for when he can’t stop himself, or at least doesn’t want to, you just like trying to stop him and you know he likes it too.

“Too late,” He slams in one last time and his hips start stuttering. “Not your choice, I want to cum inside so, fuck there it is,” He rocks his hips. “Take it baby, take my fuckin’ load, take it deep inside, that’s it.”

He stands there for a few moments, still inside you, panting. “That too much?”

You shake your head. “Loved it.”

“I’ll carry you to the truck, get you cleaned up back at the house.” He leans forward again, pushing his cum in deeper, and kisses you on the forehead.

I hope you like it, I love writing CNC feel free to request for other characters <3

#slasher fanfiction #slasher fucker #slasher x you #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair smut

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userlando · 4 months

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idk what it is but lando’s neck has been suddenly on my mind 24/7. i mean i do know: slutty abu dhabi look with all buttons of the team shirt undone, not to mention those damn clubbing photos. NOT TO MENTION all the necklace talks here. all of it it made me think of a couch makeout session when you whisper against his ear how you love his neck and he’d groan bc he still doesn’t believe it’s that attractive. you lift up your head and put your hands on his neck and say “it’s so big, lando, what do i do with it” and you can feel him swallow under your hands. you start kissing the side of his neck and “i bet i can fit a thousand kisses on it”. you hear him sigh and you smile against his skin only to bite it lightly “half as many bites, as well��. lando is a mess underneath you so you continue with “how many hickeys, do you think?” he’s not able to respond but let’s just say it’s very good he doesn’t have any public appearances scheduled in the nearest future.

🤲🏻🧡

oh my goddd stop stop stop!!! him being insecure about his neck (allegedly) and reading this just makes me go wild. him wearing regular u-neck shirts until he meets you, then he slowly morphs into slutty gapes of the shirt and undone buttons. and he'll throw in the necklaces too because he knows those drive you crazy 😭 lord have mercy

also holy shit the fucking gif, end my life now

#zee’s asks 💌#lando brainrot

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https-florals · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry for the late reply, but my requests was maybe boot riding with JJ? If you know what that is! Because he has those one shiny rubber looking boots that make me go crazy

ooh hehehehe i think i like this!!! i honestly did not know what this was and had to go on a little ao3 deep dive so im hoping this is what you wanted!! (also i am SO SORRY this took so long omg) 18+!!

note: fluff then smut!! cursing, jj being a dork at the beginning, but then being a SLUT! i heart slutty men. obviously boot riding, lil unsanitary but whatever, oral m receiving. i went kind of a funny little beginning route with this cause i wasn't real sure how to like transition into it and i don't even know if it really works but!! oh well

your favorite part of jj's wardrobe is his boots. you don't have a damn clue what it is about that beat up pair of timberlands, but they're so very attractive on him. on the rare occasion that he cleans them, you're the first to know.

he's walking into your room, grinning all proud. "good as new." the leather shines, worn but finally clean, a little bit of life back into them.

"they look great, baby!" you tell him as he leans over to kiss you. he smells like boot cleaner and the cologne you saved up to buy him. jj plops onto the couch next to you, stretching his legs out to admire his handiwork a little longer.

"sexy ass pair of boots," he says to himself, and he catches you murmuring in agreement. "you think my boots are sexy?" he asks, all faux innocence as his hand spans your thigh.

"i think you're sexy," you answer as you close the book you're reading.

he shakes his head. "not what i asked."

sighing, you raise your eyebrows and give him a disapproving look. "what are you asking then, maybank?"

"would you fuck me if i had the boots on?" when your expression turns more quizzical, he backtracks. "like, just boots on. titanic style, except that big necklace is my boots. would you find it hot enough to fuck me?"

"all you ever think about is sex!" you gasp, hitting him playfully with your book. "and what the hell are you talking about?" you're laughing now. "i think i'd rather you have boots on while we’re fucking. you think i wanna see your nasty feet?" as you giggle, jj pulls you into his lap and peppers a hundred little kisses along your neck and jawline, making you squirm and giggle even more.

"so you'd be down?"

"i'd be down, j."

the next day it's just the two of you in the chateau, and you're holed up in the guest room, scrolling on your phone. you're wrapped up in a tshirt of jj's, and nothing else on this hot summer day. there's a knock on your door, and you don't look up as you invite whoever it is inside your room. you just know it's jj, and as you stare at some tiktok about a new hbo show, he clears his throat impatiently.

"what?" you're confused as to why he's not talking or coming to flop on top of you. "why are you- oh." you look up.

jj, your lovable, odd, incredibly bold boyfriend is standing completely naked in front of you- naked save a pair of black socks and clean boots, laced up tight and looking good as ever.

he grins, and laughs a little crazily as your jaw drops in pure shock. he still doesn't say anything, but rather lets you sit back and admire him.

and believe me, that you do. you stare at the muscles of his shoulders and stomach, how thick his thighs are. the dark dirty blond patch of hair just south of his abs. you watch him get hard, just off of the way your eyes are raking over him. "happy to see me?" you laugh as you drop your phone.

he blushes a little, like he's not standing bare-ass naked in front of you. "always."

you get up and practically skip over to him. when you wrap your arms around him and his hands travel to your ass, he breathes in quick at the skin to skin contact, eternally grateful for the lack of panties. his breath is even quicker when your hand slips over him. he lets out a little groan.

“what do you want, baby?” you ask.

he exhales hard, pushing into your hand. “want your mouth on me, please,” he’s pleading, and how can you say no when jj’s looking so pretty?

he doesn’t stop kissing you as you force him backward, pushing him into your chair. he huffs, a little angry when you pull away, but when you settle between his legs, he’s not whining anymore. well, whining for separate reasons.

you lay just the sweetest, most innocent little kiss on the tip of his cock and can't help but giggle when he gasps.

"baby, baby, baby," tumbles past his lips when you take him in your mouth. jj's hand wraps in your hair, letting you set your own pace, and slowly matching it. when you look up at him, a hint of smile in your gaze, jj feels like his chest is going to explode. he whimpers, his hand moving from the back of your head to your cheek. his thumb brushes a string of saliva off your chin, pushing a bit to hit the back of your throat.

warmth is pooling between your legs, practically unbearable as you watch jj. a vein in his neck pulses when his head tilts back, and your pussy seems to throb simultaneously with his jugular.

your hand leaves its place on his thigh and dips between your legs, a finger swiping up your seam and-

jj kicks your hand away.

you pull off him so fast that you practically give yourself whiplash. "jj! what the fuck!"

he's shushing you, hand on the back of your head. "come on, baby, just finish one job. alright?"

you whine, but go back to tracing his cock with your tongue anyways.

his boot wedges it's way between your legs, ruining the way you're pressing them together. jj can feel the vibrations in your throat of your protest.

the hard rubber sole scrapes against the inside of your thigh and your breathing hitches. the toe of his boot just brushes your folds, and before you can even think about what you're doing, you push yourself down against the leather.

"atta girl," he says, voice low and rough. jj moves his foot as you begin to rock onto the boot, matching the way your hips tilt and press. “fuck me, taking it so good.”

jj doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his life. his beautiful girl, hair messy and lips swollen, a few tears running down your cheeks as you suck him off. crying as you make a mess all over his favorite pair of timberlands. "shit, m'gonna come," he cries, proving his word when his cock twitches hard. you get a little sloppier, thumb tucked in a fist to fight off your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat, again, again.

he's practically sobbing when he comes, the thick liquid coating your throat as you swallow quick. you turn your full attention to getting yourself off, tilting your head back and letting a stream of curses fall past your lips as you grind your clit against the hard toe of his boot. your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, keeping yourself steady as the knot in your stomach winds tighter, and tighter.

he’s still catching his breath, but he’s already half-hard again, and he palms himself as you ride his boot. the little hiss he makes is proof he’s still a little too sensitive. “shit baby, look at you,” he groans, and starts to pull you up but you smack his thigh.

“don’t fucking move,” you snap, the toe of his boot hitting your clit so perfectly as you grind into it. “i’m so close, jj, and i swear to god if you ruin my orgasm, i’ll cut your dick off.”

his eyes go wide at your words, and he instinctively covers his cock (which is already throbbing again). jj strokes his cock once, then twice, then faster as you bounce yourself against his timberland.

“look at you, making a mess all over my boots. i just fucking cleaned ‘em, mama.” he angles his foot a little more up.

you cry, the threads at the edge of your orgasm starting to fray. “jj, please-“

“perfect little slut,” he whines, as you grip his knees and start to tip over the edge.

your orgasm hits you like a truck, jj pushing his boot up to hit the much-too sensitive bundle of nerves before your legs close instinctively. he cums all over his hand a few seconds later.

he’s wrinkling his nose and wiping his hand off on the side of your tshirt as you stand, a little shaky.

“i think that was possibly the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,” he comments as you fall into his lap.

“that why you came so fast the second time?” you smile, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

he blows a raspberry against your neck, and then kicks up his foot to look at the mess on his boot.

“damn.” there’s your slick, practically running off in droplets. “polished it up real nice,” jj laughs.

your cheeks tint a little red, but you’re grinning. “maybe i should make a shoe shine business.”

“absolutely not.”

you’re both laughing your asses off when you hear the screen door of the chateau smack open, and john b yell, “get your clothes on, assholes! We’re back!”

you finally both stumble out, a little disheveled, but with no stains visible. except for the glaring, still-damp sheen on the toe of jj’s boot.

you act like nothing’s going on as you enter the kitchen with the girls, but that doesn’t stop you from overhearing.

“dude, you clean your boots?” pope asks, his voice carrying from the living room.

“only one of ‘em,” john b answers. “look man, that one’s super shiny and the other is just… not.”

you choke back a laugh when jj answers, acting all surprised. “shit, man, i got distracted and only did one! babe!” he calls you, and you yell back.

“yeah?”

you can hear the laughter in his voice when he says, “need your help polishin’ this other boot!”

everyone’s a little confused when you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

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