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stars-for-circe · 2 months

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My heartfelt apology for not posting for a while, enjoy :)

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cw: pure smut, that’s it

A video of you and Ellie in the car, it’s rather plain, actually. She’s holding your phone, facing her way, while you seem a little occupied. But for some reason, the point of the video seems quite unclear, because for some reason, Ellie just can’t seem to get the right words out.

And instead of words coming out of her mouth, its moans and whispered swears broken up with stifled giggles from the two of you. And oh, now it’s quite obvious, what with how her head is slowly leaning back and hitting the headrest, and the first syllables of a failed sentence tries miserably to escape Ellie’s throat.

“Say it.” You whisper, sounding as though your voice is muffled.

A silence follows, then a small slurp, then a snicker as you hear her whimper. From your point of view, it’s just so fucking funny seeing Ellie struggle like this. The camera’s out of focus now, shaking slightly and facing the wrong way, but who can blame her for not focusing on the angles? Bless her, with how she tries to lift her head and look into the camera as she speaks.

“I just….just wanted to-fuck- to say that I love my girlfriend so m-much.”

“She makes me….?” You stare up at her expectantly, wiping your lips with your tongue as you slowly trace two fingers up and down, the way she’s soaking the leather seats translating into such a wet noise that the video could pick up on it.

“…She makes me s-sooo happy, and……makes me feel so good-holyshitdon’tpleasedontstop-”

“I won’t, baby.” What you say is muffled once again, your tongue now occupied all on her puffy clit, sucking and swirling above your two fingers, thrusting in and out at just the right angle. And thank god for your other hand staying unoccupied, as you take the reins on recording (since Ellie is too fucked out to care at this point).

The new angle, showing your face as you tongue fuck her, and showing the foggy car windows behind you, just barely illuminated from that busted streetlight. As you glance up at Ellie, all your encouraging open mouthed “uh huh”s and moans at how she tastes just turn into little giggles at what the fuck you’re both doing right now - fucking your girlfriend in some residential driveway, meaning you need her to stay quiet because you both were too horny to wait until you got home.

But you couldn’t really care less, as you feel her clench harder and harder on your fingers, her tattooed arm coming down to card her fingers through your hair. And you really can’t find it in you to care about anything at all as her soft hold turns into a harsh grip and tug as you make her unravel in your tongue, using your fingers to brush against her sweet spot as you slurp and suck everything Ellie gives you.

You bite your lip and smile as her breathing finally goes from heavy, whiny pants to soft sighs, pulling yourself up from the floor and into her lap. And just as you lean down to kiss her, you make sure the camera’s got both of you in frame as you make out with Ellie. You make sure she tastes herself on you, coaxing open her mouth and slipping your tongue against hers which, to your delight, elicits another small groan from her, and then a slow, fucked out smile against your mouth - one that you reciprocate.

And it feels so good to slide your hand up and pull at her hair this time, while you start to slowly grind and swivel your hips against hers - a taste of what’s to come next. You feel her hands slowly begin to trace up, up, up your back and under your clothes, a small sign that she’s ready for another round. But before you can do anything more, the fucking porch light at the end of the driveway turns on, and fuck, did the front door just open?

“Shit!”

Followed by loud snickers from the both of you as you clamber into the passenger side and Ellie stomps down on the peddle, pants still down and all. And as she tries to navigate the unfamiliar neighbourhood, you lean over and try to help her with her pants - pulling them up and grabbing her belt. But she stops you, taking a hand off the wheel and gently pushing you off.

“We’re picking up where we left off the monent we get home. Don’t bother with that, baby.”

So you just lean back into your seat, watching the houses go by as you wait with a smile on your face. Something tells you she’s gonna do good on that promise.

#sorry for dying I just don’t have the energy to write #like this was so sporadic but I saw a TikTok of this EXACT thing and ideas followed #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams the last of us 2

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hungharrington · 9 months

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personally i struggle with emotional vulnerability so im not really an “I love you” person? the words get stuck and feel unnatural

BUT READER GIVINF STEVE A HANDJOB N THE FEELING STRIKES HER. she just rests her chin on his shoulder and does a cheesy movie-esque love stare up at him, all you know how much i love you right? love you sooo much stevie. you’re perfect and make me feel so safe, so loved, love you so much for all of that. love you love you love you love you whispered in time with the movement of her hand. leaving little sucky pecks on the chubs of his cheeks. acting as if nothings new when it’s all done, idk if he’d point blank ask or imply but just a “:] hmm? oh, i dunno what you mean stevie :]”

BABEY this was such a 10/10 request like…. the way i sent this to at least 3 different moots when i got it…. ur brain…. so have some subby!steve & as always it’s so in love MDNI this entire blog is 18+, i know the request is for a fem!reader but i’ve kept it gn!reader, 1.1k words, enjoy! <3

You don’t think there’s a prettier sight than how Steve looks when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock.

Cheeks bright flushed pink, eyes screwed up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the muscles beneath his tummy clenching and rippling as you move your hand up and down as fast as you please.

He’s making those sweet noises you just adore so much — little low moans, each breath laced with a keen that you know will turn into a whimper when he gets closer to the edge. All of his noises go straight between your thighs but right now isn’t about you. It’s about Steve.

The couch cushions press into your legs as you shift, rearranging to be closer to him. You hook your chin over his shoulder, you spare hand creeping up his back, slow and soothingly. The wet sounds of his dripping cock sound fucking heavenly, doused in his soft quiet moans, as you curl your fingers into his hair. Raking them through, your thighs press tighter together when Steve lets out a particularly loud moan.

“Mm, feeling good, Stevie?” You talk lowly, so close you know he can hear you. You press a kiss into his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along down to his collarbone, your hand fucking his cock a little bit faster. Steve keens, fighting to keep his hips still, trying to be good. His hands clench into fists at his sides.

He’d had such a day and you had offered to take care of him and Steve just wants to be good for you.

He nods quickly to answer your question, creasing his eyes open to meet yours and you feel his cock twitch at the sight of your adoring gaze on him— chin on his shoulder, hand gliding his cock so perfectly, dropping another kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder.

“Yes, fuck, yes— your hand is always so good, baby.” Steve pants lightly, eyes still fixed on you. They drop to your lips and you don’t deny him, pushing up and leaning in to kiss him. He’s messy with it, not quite the usual practice he has and when you thumb over his slit, Steve groans into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, a high whine escaping his mouth, hips jumping up to meet your hand.

His forehead drops, leaning against yours and you lean in again, your next kiss on his cheek.

“Good, y’so good baby. You know how I love you, right?” You murmur, nearly cooing, right as you scrape your fingers through his hair again. Steve shudders beneath you, his eyes cinched shut but a whimper still slips from his throat, loud and high. You speed up your hand, the squelching of it getting louder and louder.

“Shit,” Steve curses, peeking his eyes open. “Y’can’t say tha- that right now or— ah— I’m gonna cum in a minute.”

“Love you soooo much, Stevie,” you continue like you haven’t heard him, twisting your hand in that torturous way while your other hand strokes down the nape of his neck, your touch soft with love. Steve gasps loudly, his hips bucking again and all his moans melt into soft whimpers. You kiss his cheek again, nuzzling your nose against his as your adoring words pour out.

“You’re perfect f’me, you know?” You whisper, your thumb teasing his tip again. Steve whines, his chest heaving with his whimpering heavy breaths. You can see his hands flexing, forming and reforming fists over and over. “You make me feel so safe, so loved, Stevie, love you so much for that.”

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. He sounds so wrecked for you, voice all raspy from his moans. “Fuck, honey- you can’t just— nghm—“

“Love you,” you whisper lovingly, your hand twisting into his hair again and tugging lightly. You speed up your hand tugging his heavy cock, heat bubbling in your tummy at how it leaks all over your hand, the head of it flushed bright pink. You kiss his cheek again sloppily.

“Love you, love you, love you so much,” You say, drinking in his fucked out expression— brown eyes hidden away, pink lips parted in a whine, his blush standing out against his tan skin. Steve trembles against you, breathing jagged.

“You can’t—“ He whines softly. “I’m gonna— oh fuck, baby—“

“You can.” You hush him sweetly, another kiss to his shoulder. “C’mon, you can, Stevie. Wanna see you cum f’me, baby, wanna see you cum while I tell you how much I love you, yeah?”

Steve heaves a deep stuttering breath, his hands finally moving from his sides to grip at your shirt— his fingers twist in and he tugs you impossibly closer. His face turns to hide in your neck as his whimpers start to catch, hips bucking up uncontrollably into your fist. Sweet whiney noises pour into your skin as his orgasm builds up and up — you sweep your hand along the back of his neck again and say it again, a low loving whisper of “I love you,” and Steve breaks.

His whine is so noisy as the first stream of cum dribbles from his cock and when you don’t slow your pace, you feel his lips part and his teeth sink into your shoulder lightly. He whimpers pathetically, his top half turned to cling to you while you work all his hot cum from his cock, painting your hand and his thighs with it.

“Mm, so good, love you Stevie, love how well you did for me,” Your murmurs tide Steve over until his soft whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation and you finally release his cock. Your hand moves to thigh instead, giving a soft rub as you try to coax his face out.

“That was big, huh? You came a lot.” Your gaze wanders to his cum-streaked thighs and you can’t help the tiny giggle that titters out of you — it’s enough to get Steve to lift his face. He’s so pink still that it makes you want to coo at him. He looks only a smidge embarrassed, more blissed out than anything.

“I told you,” He huffs breathlessly, a lazy smile on his face as his head lolls back to rest against the couch. “You can’t say that and expect me not to…”

He gestures wordlessly to his crotch and you laugh a little, snuggling back up to him. You kiss his neck, nosing up to kiss his jaw and Steve waits patiently, humming happily when you reach his lips.

You pull back with a teasing smile, “I know but I don’t expect it to keep working every time.”

Steve waves a hand, eyes slipping closed as his lazy grin spreads. “Mmhmm, liar. You know what it does to me.”

His words are lovingly, like he loves that you know what he loves. You kiss his cheek once more.

“Yeah, I do,” you admit gleefully. “And I love it nearly as much as I love you.”

Steve’s dick gives a soft twitch against his thighs and he groans, face screwing up for a second. “Don’t,” he warns. He opens his eyes to glare at you but there’s no heat. You grin and kiss him again.

#jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #sorry i couldn’t add the part where u don’t often say it!#i wrote this in like an hour so alas i couldn’t work it in #sub!steve harrington #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Could I request dom albedo , alhaitham or dottore with submissive nervous and sensitive puppy hybrid gn reader ^-^ honestly just a cute little pathetic mutt <3

characters: dom! character x gn! hybrid! reader warnings: degradation, mentions of heat, aphrodisiac, bondage. [this is very VERY far from my usual writing style and preferences but…first time for everything? i hope it’s to your expectations anon! i tried.. \(^ヮ^)/]

albedo

⊹ Albedo most definitely vows to investigate every inch of you— who’s so sexually aroused all the time, as if you were held in the locked grasp of a permanent rut.

⊹ His expression is cold as ever, pulling your limbs into all sorts of exposing positions and yet he still remains with that distant look. That is, until he sees it fit to inject you with all sorts of alchemical substances.

⊹ Within minutes you’re already whimpering, making a mess of your bare groin, nipples perky and hypersensitive to even the briefest of touches. Don’t fret too much— a responsible alchemist always has a antidote at hand. Not that he’ll end up using it.

⊹ Cry and whine as much as you’d like, for Albedo continues to stroke your erogenous areas, he’s most fond of your ears, droopy and downcast from the momentary neglect.

⊹ He’ll finally sink you down onto his cock when he becomes too hard to hear himself, muttering how desperate and immature you truly were. You can’t do anything but slouch your pathetic, little self against his shoulder as he fucks you for the chase of his own release.

⊹ Abandon the idea of finishing alongside him, before you know it your boyfriend will pull out and retrieve his clipboard for his observations without giving you a chance to cum. Consider it punishment for your slutty behaviour. It’s harsh or nothing at all, believe me, he’s doing you a favour.

“You’re so warm, is it the aphrodisiac or just the effect i have on you? Never mind, I wouldn’t want to worry your diminutive brain.”

alhaitham

⊹ He’s all you’ve been thinking of since that dream. A cynical scholar who wouldn’t give a care to anyone else, you’re an exception it seems. You’re always so clingy, latching onto his bicep with your tail swinging excitedly when he doesn’t retaliate.

⊹ Alhaitham— the man who’s making you sit in his lap, shoving an erotic novel he caught you reading earlier into your hands. Someone needs to tell you how to control your sex drive, he thinks. His large, calloused hands stroke gentle ministrations along your crotch, watching you lose your words.

⊹ An anxious, stuttering mess you were. The whole situation sprouted the idea of grinding against his thighs, so much so that concentration had been discarded long ago. You’re trying your hardest.

⊹ He’s shaming you at this point, sarcasm and mockery dripping with every word that fell out of his filthy mouth. Well-versed in vocabulary, even more so with sex. You can’t even say a complete sentence. How piteous.

⊹ Now it seems you’ve pushed him along further, he’s reenacting what you’ve read so far, a meagre amount. If you can’t say it, you can’t have it. You emit broken sobs as he taunts his dick at your hole, yet makes no move. You attempt to push him in with your hips yet that only earns a tug to your nipples.

⊹ Your ears perk up with every half thrust he finally initiates, the scandalous sound of your thighs hitting his lap desperately. Alhaitham thinks it’s adorable, you’re so out of touch with your own emotions he has to fuck them back into your body.

⊹ You find yourself covering your face with embarrassment at the shameful names he calls you, tugging on your tail when you don’t respond to him on whether you like them or not. Poor thing, you’re just forced to say yes!

“You want what? Sorry, i can’t hear you with all this whimpering, read louder, little puppy.”

dottore

⊹ A mere test subject you were, but Dottore finds himself playing favourites. You’re just so cute, the first to please and do as he asks. It’s almost like you’re begging him to fuck you on display. Of course, he’ll do just that.

⊹ The Doctor adores making a fool out of a doll like you, purposely making you suck his thick cock infront of the other subjects, rubbing your ears and relishing in the downright sinful moans it coaxes out of you, vibrating all along his dick.

⊹ He will strip you naked, crimson eyes scrutinising your perfect figure for anything to tease you about. If he finds none, Dottore’s bound to leave bruised lovebites on your inner neck.

⊹ If you dare to flinch the slightest at his degrading remarks, the harbinger will command you to sit on his lap as he lightly pulls your tail and spanks your plush ass, a desirable role model of obedience for the other prisoners, but now he thinks he’ll keep you for himself.

⊹ You’re his private slut at this point, you reside in his office curled up on his bed. Whenever you feel like your heat is approaching, Dottore will already have your legs spread wide on the sheets.

⊹ Thicker wires of rope and metal rubbed over your skin, keeping you hostage in the doctor’s merciless grasp. You’d never know what he’d like to try on you next.

“Are you that desperate? Do all bitches like you not know how to control themselves? Hah!”

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wherenymphsroam · 7 months

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“rough day?”

♱ it was a rough day. and you’re too pretty to resist.

♱ cw: afab reader but no gendered terms are used, degradation (he’s stressed n mean), boot humping, spit, D/S undertones

(can be seen as a bit dubcon but this was written with the implication of a pre existing free use dynamic in place.)

♱ a/n; need him to shake me around like a dumb puppy. maybe I wouldn’t be mentally ill anymore

The sound of the door slamming shut jolts you, heavy and resounding through the house. He doesn’t even bother to call out in greeting, the only form of signal you get that he’s coming towards you being the heavy footfalls of his boots against the hardwood floors.

It was a bad day.

The weight of his agitation dampened the air of the kitchen when he stopped in the doorway. You don’t have to turn away from where you’re wiping down the counter to know his typically bright blue eyes are hooded, clouded over with how intensely he was staring at you.

“Leon…?”

You turn, all doe eyes and creased brows, questions on the tip of your tongue that you dare not let slip out.

God, that pretty fucking face. Those sweet lips, the way your eyes brighten even under the shadow of the storm whirling through him.

It made him want to ruin you.

“Sweetheart… C’mere,” he murmurs, voice clipped with barely restrained agitation, white knuckled control.

It wasn’t agitation at you, you knew that. Agitation was too often becoming a forefront mood for him lately, something you could only yearn to quell and quiet with each sharp, seemingly daily flare.

Maybe that’s why you buckle so easily, feet carrying you over to stand before him before you can do much as blink.

Because like this, if even just for a few minutes, an evening, you knew you quieted his mind, soothed his heart with the rush of hormones your body could coax out and flood him with.

“Rough day,” you murmur softly, gently. It’s a statement, the obvious dragged out in the open to settle thickly between you, like stretched taffy.

He only nods.

Nose flaring with the heavy exhale that leaves him, his thick lashes fluttering for a moment before he finally, finally dares to settle his clouded, unreadable eyes on you.

“On your knees.”

Realistically, it should be considered pathetic how quick you are to comply. How easily his words, his mere presence alone slips you out of that day to day awareness and high functioning state. Hell, it probably is pathetic, depending on who you ask.

But could you really be blamed..? Leon was easily the most hardworking, selfless man you knew. God forbid you wanted to suck him off about it on a daily basis.

Your knees settle on the cool tile of the kitchen, eyes obedient and bright, all but starry with anticipation when you gaze up at him. Hands laid flat on your thighs, your mouth already starting to salivate at the sight of his figure shadowing you… it would be an understatement to say that Leon’s self control was wearing thin.

And quickly.

It was a tightrope between taking you right there on the floor like a damn rabid animal, and wanting to tear you apart piece by piece. He knew either option would make good on helping him to forget the horrors and stress of the past twelve hours, but as much as he was a man with needs, he was a patient one. And trying to balance the both of those facts, desperately and fruitlessly trying to get a read on him right now? It left you throwing arrows blindly against a dart board.

Which is why it was a bit surprising when you found the hard toe of his boot sliding between your thighs, Leon’s idly hanging hands making no attempt to click his belt off making your breath hitch.

“I don’t see why you even bother to wear these. The material is so thin,” he mutters, tilting his head in intrigue as he watches his boot settle against the clearly outlined shape of your cunt through the thin material of your shorts. The lounge shorts you insisted on parading around the house in, the ones that barely kept your ass contained.

“Can see your fucking pussy from here. Are you even wearing underwear?”

The lilt of condescension in his voice directly betrays the look of faux boredom he was attempting to keep on his features.

No. Ruined them by lunch thinking about you.

“T… They’re in the wash,” you meekly attempt to defend, swallowing thickly. Maybe like this you could act like you hadn’t become a depraved slut for him, you tell yourself.

His sharp eyes catch and follow the bob of your throat, the twitching of your fingers.

Denying it even when you’re itching to touch me. Poor thing.

“Don’t bullshit me,” he scoffs, short and throaty, his lips briefly curling at one end. It was the closest to a smile you’d gotten out of him in a week.

“Can feel you soaking through the damn things already. A shame your pussy’s more honest than you are,” he hums, crossing his arms. His toe rocks back and forth, short, concise motions that drag your clit with each sway, delicious and addicting. You’re far from reasonable right now, his words tearing through that flimsy wall of self respect. At least, your excuse for it, you supposed.

Panting now, your neck gives way, leaving your forehead to fall and rest on his thigh.

“Leon-”

“Shut up and ride it,” he gruffly responds, dragging dirty fingers through your hair in a way that directly contradicts his harsh words. Even now, he was sweet in his caress.

However, that sweet affection is quickly forgotten. All it takes is a meek nod of your head, a twitch of your thighs and a whimper escaping you to have his fingers tightening against your scalp, craning your neck back in a way that forces you to look up at him.

“Open.”

Quickly obliging him, your lips part, tongue flattening when it comes into fire for him. He’s typically one to dance around the obvious, to tease you a bit.

Most often, his go to was to squish your cheeks, tell you how fucking adorable you look when you’re hungry for his spit. Maybe dragging the rough pad of his thumb along your lips, tracing the sweet shape delicately before he finally starts to gather your treat on his tongue.

But not tonight.

Tonight, his thumb is hooking into the corner of your lips, muttering something about “we both know you can go wider” before he’s leaning down, spitting into the back of your throat. You damn near choke, sputtering for a moment before you recover. That is, just in time for him to pat your cheek once, twice — not enough to make it hot, but enough to sting, pleasantly so.

His fingers tighten, digging roughly into your molars, using his grip on your jaw to shake you a bit like that of a dog with narrowed eyes, set lips.

“Keep it in your mouth. Don’t wanna hear a damn word. You swallow and you don’t come tonight.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy x you #vendetta leon #vendetta leon x reader #ermm okay gonna go back to acting like I don’t write #I may be just a girl but I am a girl after an old man’s heart

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anananass · 6 months

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Genshin men reacting to seeing you come out of the shower exposed

warning: really suggestive, actually NSFW leaning but with a touch of love

featuring: Neuvilette, Zhongli, Wriothesley

note: I’m def not feeling some way

Neuvilette

He finally finds some spare time on his hands, so… how else should he enjoy this little bit of free time if not by paying you a small visit? Too many hours have passed since he last got to delight himself with your presence, a time in which despite having his mind occupied with documents, you were at the back of it.

The Iudex knows you must be at your place because he remembers quite well what your plans are for the day, so as to be expected, he wastes no time in getting there as soon as possible.

He learned with time that you like surprises, and often times, his unannounced appearance before your eyes counted as one too. He doesn’t understand why suddenly seeing him makes you so happy, but for some reason, those glimmering eyes you always give him, have his heart pounding with warmth. It’s an odd feeling he’s slowly grasping.

There is one thing to take in consideration, you’re completely unaware of his intention to pay you a surprise visit but… the problem is that you have just finished taking a bath. Of course, you didn’t mention that too him. It’s an ordinary thing to do, so what would be the point of it?

Well, it’s not really a problem. In fact, as soon as you get out of the tub and walk out of the bathroom, the sudden appearance of his rigid frame takes you by surprise. Your eyes widen at his unexpected arrival, yet you don’t worry about being so exposed in front of him. Instead, you feel a surge of excitement course through your veins and you’re almost ready to embrace him in a tight hug.

Neuvillette on the other hand, reacts a lot differently. Despite finding himself to have walked up on you at a rather, inappropriate moment, he mutters an “excuse me.” and pauses shortly after observing the lack of embarrassment accompanied by the enthusiasm in your eyes. It’s soothing to see you so comfortable around him, though, his eyes do linger around your body. He can’t help but look your form up and down, consuming the sight of your gracious body.

His gaze eventually lowers to your breasts, paying close attention to every minute detail of your bare skin. It seems that he can’t resist it, although this isn’t his first time seeing you exposed like that. The weight of his stare is filled with adoration, one that grows with each second spent like that.

He’s so distracted and says nothing, but still manages to offer you a soft smile. That helps you figure that he must feel intrigued because yeah, he almost always behaves like this when you show off a little. It’s both cute and arousing.

“Don’t worry about it. What are you doing here anyway? Weren’t you extremely busy today?” You ask with a broad smile growing on your face which snatches his attention. You can see his expression twisting into a loving one, but before he says anything in response, you wrap your arms around him.

“I have some spare time-“The words leave his mouth right as you are hugging him, and his gentle tone turns a little guttural once he senses the pressure of your body against his. It feels… divine, so divine that there’s a tint of baby pink slowly building across his face, accompanied by a pleased hum. “I wanted to use it to see you.” That sparks an idea inside your head.

“So… does that mean you have plenty of time to spend with me?” You ask, with a yearning look in your eyes.

He notes that and quickly responds with rising desire rushing through his words. “It does.” Is he getting the right message? That you’re suggesting something?

“Then why don’t we go and sit down, hmm?” you lean in closer to place soft kisses along the smooth line of his chiseled chin. “Wouldn’t that be better?” your eyes narrow as to signal your intentions, followed by an innocent smug smile enlarging by the second. Your intentions are to spend some quality time, nothing more for sure.

Your boldness never ceases to surprise him. Neuvillette finds himself in a spot where he can’t do anything but submit to your words. It mesmerizes him how you can say such casual things that hold hidden intentions behind them. He can’t understand how you’re so good at this, there has to be an explanation. You too must hold a power of your own behind those eyes and those motions, and honestly, he’d like to see more of that.

“It would,” he murmurs weakly and allows himself to be led by you.

Zhongli

As soon as you inform him that you are about to take a shower, Zhongli nods approvingly.

“Sure. I do have to go outside to handle some errands, but I should have returned by the time you are done.” he says in a gentle tone that seems normal, but his voice is so sweet that you can’t leave just yet.

“Take all the time you need,” you utter and spend a little longer eyeing the warming smile that begins rising on his radiant face, but there is something off about his expression. It’s as if he is far more pleased than he should be. Like he isn’t going out just to take care of his business, but you brush it off. He’s probably planning to bring you a small trinket, proof of his long-lasting devotion and adoration for you. Just what he usually does whenever he finds the chance to.

You eventually leave to take that shower you desired all day and he’s equally quick to leave on the journey to explore today’s market. He wants to find anything that reminds him remotely of you, that and to finish his errands, of course. They’re still important, though not as important as you.

As such, during his time spent outside, he manages to find something. It’s a rather small gem, petite-sized, but its vibrant colors resemble your eyes so much that he cannot resist but indulge himself in buying it. That is the first of his businesses that he finished, the rest being swiftly taken care of soon after he finds a few more things worth offering to you.

It truly doesn’t take him much to be done with everything, so when he returns to his place he is more than surprised to observe you are still busy with yourself. That’s alright though, it’s not as if time is running out. However, much to his wonder, right when he takes a seat, he hears you sliding the door. Words cannot express just how content he is to hear that.

“I have returned.” his words are calm yet filled with faint eagerness. Despite that, he remains seated because you usually leave your clothes by the entrance so they don’t get soaked.

“Already?” you reply back but shortly after, continue speaking from afar. “How was it?” you’re well aware of what his answer will be but still feel the need to ask. This need kind of puts a halt to you getting dressed, only because you’re certain he really did more than run some errands.

“As usual, though I did something additional.” you can feel that he brought a gift through the softness in his voice. Not the first time and surely not the last.

“Oh? Is that so?” you decide to play it as if you’re clueless, but only because it adds up to your building curiosity. Hell, you’re so intrigued by what he possibly brought that you can’t wait any longer and straight up leave the bathroom to see it with your own eyes. He has seen you naked so many times that at this point, you just don’t mind it.

“Indeed.” Zhongli drones and prepares himself to shower you with affection and recognition because you could be stepping in at any moment, but when his eyes find themselves traversing your bare body, his blood boils with faint intrigue.

The sight of your freshly showered body is something to think of for eternity. You look so stunning that he swears you just keep getting even more gracious and tempting by the day.

“Let me see it!” you urge in a hurry and take a seat right next to him, with an expression of pure curiosity and excitement smeared across your face.

Zhongli chuckles, eyes glinting in adoration and maybe a little bit of amusement. “Gladly, but aren’t you getting cold?” he replies with a tint of worry and wonder in his voice, and maybe a bit of desire as well. He even nudges you with his arm to reinforce his curiousness, but also to feel your freshly sensitive skin.

It’s a bit incredible how he seems so composed but deep inside boils with a growing longing to feel you like that for a little longer.

His question causes you to raise an eyebrow toward his need to ensure you’re not freezing, but in reality, yes, it is getting a little cold for you. Maybe postponing getting clothed wasn’t such a good idea.

“Only a little.” you agree and almost start rubbing your arms for some warmth, but you don’t even get the chance to.

Zhongli rushes to place an arm around you, running it up and down in an attempt to bring a little bit of heat. He firmly pulls you closer to his chest and doesn’t seem to let go any time soon. He knows what he’s doing, and honestly, the suddenness of his gesture makes you feel a bit tingly.

Simultaneously, he senses his appetite growing, but he can’t proceed without a single signal from you. damn, that only makes things worse for him but that’s fine, he’s holding strong.

“Allow me to take care of it.” his words leave in a hoarse yet calming tone, and fingers are lowered to your waist. He makes sure to caress your bare skin with pressed yet soft touches, applying close pressure around every inch of your upper body. There must not be a single place left untouched.

How else can you reply to all these other than by humming in pure bliss? It feels so good to be embraced… and handled like that. The diligence of his motions accompanied by the vibrations of his voice sure makes you feel some way. It has such a big effect that when he accidentally digs his fingers in your flesh, you bury your head in his chest and whimper. You want him to go a little lower, to feel his digits trail your curves. At this point, you just want him to do more, to go ahead and spoil you with an intimate touch, but you aren’t able to voice that wish with how good you’re beginning to feel.

Furthermore, you sense your folds begin to pulse with a sudden need for more and he can tell that just by the way your gaze lifts to lock eyes with him. The twisting of your expression into one of need sends shivers down his spine.

“Could you go a little lower? I feel really cold down there,” you beg at last and he’s quick to comply without any hesitation. Maybe his gifts can wait a little longer.

“Sure. Anything for you.”

Wriothesley

When you tell him you want to take a shower, Wrio’s lips curl into a suggestive smile. He seems to be looking forward to that, though you can’t quite grasp the reasons as to why he’s so intrigued by something so mundane.

“Is that so?” you feel that mysterious chuckle of his surge all the way down your spine and shudder with wonder. “Alright, I’ll go ahead and brew some tea for you to enjoy after.” the Duke offers and leaves while flashing a playful wink that only drives you to question what all these are about.

You don’t even get to say anything to him that poof, he’s already gone. But you know what that wink means, it’s his way of telling you he’s planning something. The tea is just a cover for his true motives that remain uncovered, but as much as you stretch your head to solve this puzzle, you can’t lie to yourself. That mischievous grin got you feeling really hot, so at this point, you just want to finish that shower faster.

Despite that, you end up taking your time with that shower to prepare yourself for his grace, should he really be hinting at something naughty. You layer yourself in his favorite scent in a small attempt to lure him in once you’re next to him. And when you finally finish, you dry yourself and shortly after reach for your clothes. Yet, you hold yourself back for a moment as the thought of his possible reaction to you walking out naked runs inside your head.

Just how would that make him feel? Does he think he’s the only one who can play and tease and all that? Nuh-uh, this game can be played in two.

Thus, you confidently step out of the bathroom, convinced he is already waiting for you by the entrance of the door yet when you can’t seem to find him, you stare around in bewilderment. Your eyes analyze the space around you, ultimately leading you to conclude that he really might be making some tea. That only means you have an advantage, there is no way you won’t use that.

With silent steps, you pace your way to where he holds his tea collection, and there he is, brewing some tea. You can see his back toward you, so obviously you take the opportunity to sneak up on him. As soon as the narrowing gap between you two turns to nothing, you hug him from behind and slowly press yourself against his rigid body.

Wriothesley takes notice of your presence as soon as he feels the touch of your body slowly brushing against his. He shudders a little and lets out a surprised gasp.

You sense his body tense slightly and relax almost immediately, after which a guttural chuckle slips his throat.

“Already done? I was hoping to surprise you.” his murmur comes out with a soft sigh as he remains in that position to finish the job first. After all, he promised you tea and it’s almost done, so spending a little more time to finish it wouldn't be that bad.

“That’s alright. I can wait.” his lack of notice is more than amusing. However, the growing tension causes your chest to tighten in anticipation. You can’t resist but loosen your embrace around him to which Wriothesley reacts immediately by letting out a yearning hum.

“Is that so? Then I promise it won’t take longer than a few more seconds.” He makes the promise as he always does, so you decide to give his ears the blessing of a playful chuckle.

But despite your patience that’s running out by the second, he finishes the preparation sooner than you expected him to. You slowly retract your limbs and wait, but when the Duke swiftly turns his body and looks your way, the sight isn't what he imagined.

Upon seeing you in all your splendor, he freezes in place. Icy eyes spare no time to look at all his favorite spots on your body, paying close attention to the lower under your stomach. The look of surprise is slowly taken away by one of anticipation his eyebrows furrow and a slight smirk evolves from his partly open lips.

At this point, this silence that settles in makes you feel a little flustered. Won’t he say anything at all? You like just how much you’re distracting him but… come on, say something. Don’t just stay like that.

All these thoughts cause a rosy flush to appear on your face, followed by a need to take a sharp breath to loosen yourself.

Wriothesley sees that his silent behavior seems to affect you, but instead of saying anything to lighten the atmosphere, he lets out another chuckle. Cold gaze fixes on your reddened face to draw out any gram of your attention, and once it's done, you feel his digits creep against your hips. It forces you to let out a faint gasp, the result pleasing him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of receiving a gift like this?” He asks as if to tempt you into telling him you just feel like a naughty trickster, one that thinks is in charge for a brief moment. Though, truthfully, your little scene did give his heart a throb, one he can hardly shake off. “I didn’t even finish the tea in time.” His playful tone is making things a lot harder for you, so much so that you find yourself in a tough spot. In the end, you can't really play this game, not with the circumstances that ultimately betrayed you.

Still, you manage to let out a huff that tentatively masks your flustered nature, only tentatively. “You did not but…” you pause, and in a faint attempt to keep your cool, you wrap your hands around his broad shoulders to balance yourself. “I do not need a reason to be comfortable around you.” an honest answer, one that signals just how secure you feel around him while being so exposed.

Wriothesley stares at you in shock, the adoration and affection slowly rooting in his warm eyes. He looks at you for a few seconds and does nothing but pull you closer. His gaze is so deep into yours that you can tell you kind of hit a weak spot by telling him that, which you did anyway. That answer you just gave him… how do you always do this? How do you always end up turning such simple things into reasons for his heart to clench?

A few more seconds pass by and he still can’t seem to cease his prolonged eye contact whose longing tint of love only seems to grow wider. Maybe it's just the fact he can’t find a good comeback that’d melt you, or maybe it's just him falling for you more than usual. Actually, it's a mix of them both.

You just don't grasp the weight of your words, do you? You can't just come to surprise him, be naked, and say this lovey-dovey shit, it’s not fair. These actions do have consequences… you know?? You shouldn't be allowed to just walk away without having to deal with them, but that can be postponed for a little longer.

Speaking of consequences, this whole stunt you just pulled caused a bigger trouble to arise. One you can handle, right? But don’t worry, he has his ways to ensure you are able to bear his means of actions.

“You know your way with words better than I do, don't you?” his grace asks in a hoarse voice as he leans in to press his lips against yours. His digits slowly trail upward to your waist, drawing soft rubs against your skin as he begins working his way. “I didn't know we switched places for a moment.”

#neuvilette genshin #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin smut #wrio x reader #wriothesley #wrio smut #wriothesley smut #genshin imagines #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli #i def don’t play favorites ahahaha #actually i’d like to write part 2 to these scenarios #also for more of them

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shiganshinaslut · 7 months

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18+||MINORS DNI

Thinkin about Kishibe fucking you for the first time,,,something about sleazy older men taking your virginity is just fndhgsgdhh,,,,,

“Fuck...you’re taking it so well for a virgin...” he rasps out as he slowly fucks into you, savoring the way you feel around his cock. It’s so sloppy, the way everything is so wet and your juices are coating his cock, practically dripping to his balls, but he doesn’t care. It’s so messy and it turns him on even more, not to mention how cute and embarrassed you are, whining and covering your face, unable to handle someone like him rearranging your guts like that.

#I want that old mans dick in me #I might write more abt this concept #bc I don’t really like what I wrote here #kishibe is so hot oh my god #kishibe thirst #kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #csm kishibe #kishibe x reader smut #chainsaw man thirst #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man #csm smut #csm thirst #csm x reader

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wynnyfryd · 4 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 41

part 1 | part 40 | ao3

FUCKING. FINALLY. welcome back and happy new year babies! cw: this is just porn. D/s vibes but nothing formally discussed. smidge of subspace, mild to moderate pain play, oops! all nipple play. minors i will spray you with bear mace i swear to god

The hand under his shirt moves higher up, fingertips skimming his sternum, weaving through his chest hair; tugging, just a little. “Good?” Eddie checks. His voice is light, relaxed and conversational like he isn't driving Steve crazy, working his fingers in maddening little circles that make Steve's lungs forget how to work.

Steve goes to say yeah, but then Eddie pinches his left nipple and all that comes out is: “Fuck.” Quietly gasped at the ceiling, panting when Eddie doesn't let go.

No one's ever touched him there before.

Not on purpose; not like this.

Eddie's fingers are fucking jumper cables; he rolls the stiffening nub between his forefinger and thumb, and electricity bursts from the point of contact down the length of Steve's whole spine — settles in the small of his back and makes him lurch off the floor with a wordless groan.

"God," Eddie breathes, rolling his hips against Steve's thigh. Slow and filthy and hard, painting a wet spot on his sweats. Steve can feel it against his leg, the tiniest little dot blooming at the tip; knows that if he looked down he'd see it spreading dark and damp. God. God.

Eddie shoves Steve's shirt up under his arms and chases his fingers with his tongue. Licks the battery; makes Steve jolt. "Knew you'd be like this," he says, searing eye contact as he dips to swirl the pointed tip of his tongue against the peak. He blows a stream of cool air until Steve squirms underneath him, then crawls up to press his lips to the lobe of Steve's ear, breath hot against him as his tongue flicks out to taste. "Knew you’d be sensitive here, too." His fingers play with the skin he left pebbled and spit-slick. "You’re so responsive, aren’t you?”

Shame or something like it scorches Steve’s cheeks like a brand, and he curls up to hide in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on hot skin and fine stubble. Warm. Safe.

"Sorry," Eddie chuckles in his ear. “Too much?”

Steve shakes his head. Doesn't want to hear the word 'sorry' right now; thinks it sounds weird in Eddie's mouth. Thinks it has no business here.

Eddie rocks his hips against him. “Gonna tell me if it is?”

Steve nods mutely, curling in tighter and rolling his forehead over Eddie’s collarbone, the fabric soft against his nose.

"Gonna tell me with your words?” Eddie teases, voice low.

Steve tries; he tries, okay? But all that comes out is another weak moan, a reedy whimper high in his throat, and he can't uncurl himself; can't shake the flood of nerves or shame or— he doesn't know what. Doesn't understand what's happening: why he's rolled up like a pill bug, why he's shaking like a leaf, making all these pathetic, needy noises like some wound-up nervous virgin, but Eddie's hard against him, and his rings are tickling his ribs, and he can't fucking stop now; can't find his words, can't work his tongue.

Eddie fists his free hand in the hair at Steve's nape, pulls him out of hiding and looks at him with narrowed eyes.

It's mean. It's hot. Steve wants to stare without blinking; desperately wants to look away.

Eddie's tongue runs over his lip, considering and almost rude, like tsk, tsk, tsk; whatever will we do with you? and then he twists Steve's nipple hard.

“F-fu—!” Steve stutters, whimpering in shock. Eddie pinches harder, eyes narrowing to slits, and it hurts; it fucking hurts, but it snaps him out of it. Whatever it was. “Yes!” he gasps, hips bucking without thought.

"Ah," Eddie bites back a pleased grin, "so you do know how to answer me. That's good." He shifts his weight onto his elbow and gives Steve's abused nipple a sharp flick, asking in a bored tone, "Yes what, baby boy?"

Holy shit; holy shit. Steve couldn't possibly remember now. “Yes," he babbles, guessing, "I'll— I'll do it; do whatever, just— fuck. Eddie. Eddie, please.”

“Close enough," Eddie relents. Smiling wide, teeth sunk into his bottom lip; sadistic fucker's loving this. He gives Steve's nipple a soothing pat (or rather, a pat that would be soothing if his skin wasn't still stinging from the vicious treatment a second ago), and says, "I’ll be nice this time.”

Steve gawks at him. Lifts up on his elbows so he can do it properly. “That was you being nice?”

"Sure was." He sighs a happy hum and gives another languid thrust, cock flexing on Steve's thigh, and a pulse thuds between their bodies. Steve can't tell whose pulse it is, whose blood is singing in whose veins. Eddie taught him something once about resonant frequency — symphonies of synchrony, he said, or something like it; all wistful and blissed out on the tail end of a joint — and Eddie kisses him now and when he bends to nip his Adam's apple, Steve feels the murmured words reverberate inside his throat. “You wanna see me get a little mean?”

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part 42

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #my fic #ah fuck it i don’t feel like getting up early to do the tag list happy midnight smut time

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vmpyria · 26 days

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i need more creepypasta x reader stories where the pastas actually act like serial killers???

idk i feel like most stories where they’re depicted it’s like..they’re all fluffy and cute and stuff and it just makes me 😞😞 bc i want a horror romance that is in touch with how canonically they are.

recently i could probs name a handful of stories where they act like actual killers, like there is this author who has this like prison (?) au where a few days ago they dropped a fic about that au and OHHHMYGOD it was peak bc they weren’t afraid of making the pastas do the crazy shit serial killers do and i fuck with that heavy.

like don’t be scared to make them gross psycho freaks LOL

im just tired of reading cutesy stories about fictional serial killers oops 😥 if you guys have any recs PLSS tell me!!

#☾ ‘ vampiric nights —!#like if i could write stories i would but i don’t have any time so 😥#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x oc #yandere creepypasta #creepypasta smut #jeff the killer #eyeless jack #tim wright #brian thomas #laughing jack #jason the toymaker

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ghosts-cyphera · 6 months

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sometimes I read my own smut and I’m like what on earth POSSESSED ME to write this dirtytalk lmao, like no shame, lo? no? not even a little bit? I mean clearly not because what is this:

"you're so fuckin' beautiful like this—," he grinned against your cheek, lips pressing sloppy kisses onto your skin as he fucked into you. "my darlin' hiked up on a fuckin' kitchen counter. pretty little dress messy from your juices, fuckin' stained when I come in you. gonna pull 'em panties back on and make you go back to the guests, yeah? entertain 'em like the good little host you are, with my fuckin' cum dripping out of you—"

EXCUSE ME I’m clutching my fucking pearls?? quivering in my pants?? but also wtf hahahaha why am I pouring all this out there and handing it to thousands of internet strangers like ‘oi, see this? yeah that’s what my thoughts look like’ lmao no one needs to know, lo. we can keep this private.

we can not keep this private, don’t worry. I’ll continue sharing all of the nastiness with you hahaha

#don’t get me wrong I love it #but do you ever get like an out of the body experience where you look at your writing and stop to think ‘oh shit what’#oh god hahahaha #lo talks #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut

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saetoru · 6 months

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something that’s always been funny to me is that long fics with smut tend to do better than long fics without but it’s like. if you write a longggg 10k+ word fic with a build up and plot and sprinkle in smut at the end, people will read that long build up and pay attention to the plot in order to get to the smut. and 99% of the time the tags and comments will talk about the plot itself and the way it was written as opposed to the sex and they will ask for more or for part 2’s and as annoying as the part 2 comments can be sometimes, it also means that they focused on the plot and not the smut. but if you post that fic without the smut—as in same fic and same build up and everything, but the smuts not there, a lot of those same people will simply not give the fic a chance. it’s just funny to me bc yes, a part of it is just horniness, but also i think it’s partly that there is also some conditioning to believe that a “perfect romance” or a “perfect story” of a romance is sealed with intimacy that’s more often than not sexual in order to actually be valid. and yeah. idk. it’s an interesting thing to see from a writers perspective

#me personally i write what i want im at a comfortable place in my writing that #i don’t rly feel i need to add that smut to get engagement #partially bc i think im blessed with readers who are very kind to me and always reiterate that they would read whatever i put out #i have so many anons that tell me they don’t know anything ab genshin but they read my works for the fandom anyway bc i wrote it and i feel #grateful that there will always be an audience i can count on to support my writing #but partially also bc i’m also happy w my writing that if i did post a fic that had not smut and it didn’t rly get attention i wouldn’t feel #disheartened by it bc writing it was meaningful to me #but #ig it’s just an interesting divide to see of like ‘i won’t read it without smut’ vs ‘i will read it with or without for the story !!’

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hykwrld · 3 months

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guys i know that i literally just announced that i’d start writing for skz and i haven’t written anything in Forever but i can’t get whiny sub!jisung off of my brain :(((

he’s all teary and pouty, his cock red and leaky as he fucks his fist desperately, his phone beside him as he waits for you to pick up. the second he hears your voice, he’s nearly sobbing with relief and you almost think something’s wrong until you hear the slick noises of his hand moving up and down his chubby cock.

contains: sub!jisung, dom!reader, phone sex (sung is masturbating with you on the phone), jisung calls reader mommy but reader’s appearance/gender isn’t described in anyway, there’s not really an ending bc i can’t write those lol

“hi, sungie. why’d you call?” you ask, voice sweet like it always was.

“m-mommy, help p-please,” he begs, lips parted as just the mere sound of your voice has brought him closer to his orgasm than his own touch had the entire night. you seem to get at what he was saying, his breathy little moans making it easy to guess.

“oh, poor baby can’t get off without me?” you coo, your tone just condescending enough to send a pleasurable wave of shame through him.

he shakes his head desperately as if you could see, his free hand gripping at the sheets beneath him. “n-need to cum, mommy, hnng please,” he begs, the sweetest whines falling from his pretty lips.

“i know, sungie, bet your pretty cock hurd so much. must be so red and you must be leaking so much, ‘s a shame i’m not there to play with you,” you whisper and his eyes roll back. his actions haven’t changed at all, yet something about you talking to him as he tries to get off makes his mind foggy.

“please, please, please, ‘ve been so good, mommy, been such a good boy,” he nearly sobs, feeling himself finally get to the edge of the climax he’s so desperately wanted. his eyes are full of tears at this point, a couple rolling down his cheeks from the pure need that had built up in him.

“you can cum, sungie, make a mess of yourself for mommy,” you whisper and he cums, white ropes spurting from his aching cock, landing all over his tummy and thighs.

#i don’t even like mommy kink stuff that much but for hanji i could write it all day #skz smut #stray kids smut #han smut #han jisung smut #jisung smut #sub!skz #sub!jisung

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hungharrington · 7 months

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awe like imagine steve cupping your face all soft while ur going down on him :) and his thumb just keeps swiping soft and tender over ur cheek and the corner of ur mouth :,) he’s being so gentle but you want him to be rougher so maybe u grab his wrists, fingernails biting into his flesh when u take him deeper, and then suddenly he's not holding u quite so much like you’re made of glass :) anyway

i’m not usually a girl who thirsts after giving head but fuck…. this version of it? might just do that MDNI this entire blog is 18+

“Fuck, baby,” Steve pants, his voice strained against the whine he fights down. It’s proving extra difficult every time he looks down. Between the warm wet heat of your mouth and the sight of you between his thighs, he’s a fucking goner.

Still, his hands are soft, one laced loosely in your hair. It doesn’t push. The other cups your cheek lightly, fingers twitching when your hollow your cheeks around his cock and suck hard. It’s sweet— but it’s not what you want.

“God, you’re perfect, your mouth is so fucking perfect,” He babbles, a low moan dragging out his chest when you bury more of him in your mouth. He’s heavy on your tongue and you adore watching the ripple of his tummy every time you bob up and down his cock.

Even then though, his hands stay sweet — his thumb moving down to brush across your stretched lips. He groans loudly, cock twitching in your mouth, eyes screwing shut. You peer up at him through your lashes, desperate to drink in all his reactions. How do you say this with no words?

Your hands shift, abandoning their mindless task of stroking along his thighs to grab his wrists. The motion has Steve freezing with a gasp— eyes flying open. Before there’s a moment to question, you tug them into your hair and push.

“Oh shit,” He whines pitifully, face twisting up in pleasure as you sink even further down on him. You release his wrists and gargle happily on his cock. His hands in your hair seem to act without him thinking, tightening and pulling you further. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You moan around him, all too happy with the way he’s filling your mouth. You can feel the head of his cock drooling onto your tongue. Steve groans loudly, hands finally pulling back— your head moving easily with them. His chest rises and falls quickly as he forces his eyes back open again, looking down at you. His cheeks are scarlet.

You’re still sucking, your tongue lolling over the sensitive head of his cock, and Steve shudders with a loud whimper. His hands in your hair tighten again.

“Fuck, I gotcha.” He murmurs as evenly as he can, guiding your head back down and setting the pace this time. “I know whatcha want, honey.”

You gaze up at him adoringly, hollowing your cheeks, and Steve moans brokenly, eyes flashing closed for a second — his hips bucking up into your mouth. Your gut burns with heat, hungry for his orgasm.

#ending fics tonite? not my forte #oh well!#this was way hotter than i thought it would be….#i don’t write giving head a lot cos idk the times i’ve done it ive been like meh #but wait the devotion…. kinda changes it #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut

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vilsoo · 6 months

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my mutuals (majority that had bigger blogs) have all been dropping like dead flies because of a toxic, pathetic writer on this app that drove all them off. rip to munsonsins, getoswhore, kazushawty, literally everyone. and those that have heen affected yet still continue to stay on this app, i hope you’re all doing fine. but these ppl were driven off all because of jealousy reasons, false plagiarism accusations, death threats, cyberbullying, you fucking name it. we lose so much good works and genuine people on here that created their own platforms for the purposes of consuming fanfiction/writing fanfiction 😐 but since they were being dragged into discourse with a certain someone on this app, it’s crazy how their followers dickride the shit out of that thing and send hate/death threats to them through anon like wowww. 😹

#( ♥︎ ) — messy talk.#tw discourse #now what i don’t fucking understand is just letting the large amount of followers you have getting into your head #becoming all egotistical and treat every innocent writer on here like they’re fucking inferior to you #you are a grown ass 25 year old woman that likes to age up minors and write some fucked up smut about them #imagine having to choose between the struggles of acting like a child or sexualizing a child????#also #i really dgaf about the excuse of them being “fictional” like #dont be a fucking dumbass and justify that shit to me on anon #cuz all you’ll be talking to is a brick wall

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vampykween · 5 months

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more vampire!price because it has taken over my brain vampire!price x f!reader nsfw mdni

also nic @ghostlywhiskey has turned me into a price girl so now you all must suffer hehe

you live in a manor larger than life with endless room to explore and things to occupy yourself with but nothing will fare as well as being with your boys. Simon is unfortunately holing himself up in his room and you very well not to mess with him when he’s in a mood. John isn’t once to turn you down - you’re his little bunny after all, so you trot happily towards his office. He’s working on something, you’ll never know what, he says pets shouldn’t worry their little heads about those kinds of things.

he’s effortlessly in tune with your every whim because when you turn the ornate knob of his heavy wooden office door, he’s got his chair spun around to face you - cigar in one hand and his other slowly stroking over his cock.

“come here pet, i’ve got a treat for you.”

you’re never one to disobey so you make your way towards him and kneel down at his feet like the good pet you are. he hums his praise and orders you to open wide and in one fell swoop your mouth his full of his hard, velvety length.

“be still and keep my cock nice and wet while i work. if you’re a good little bunny, i’ll reward you after. maybe fuck your tight throat and then cum on your pretty face, hmm.”

you’re trying your hardest to stay put and not squirm, but his words has you dripping and needing to squeeze your thighs tightly to get some sort of release. you mentally chide yourself, you can be good. you will be good, because there’s nothing you love more than pleasing your lover.

#mic writes #john price x reader smut #john price x reader #vampire!price #i wrote this in like 15 minutes so if it’s shit shhh don’t tell me #i need vampire!price so badly #i would be his very best girl

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mrsaltieri-real · 10 months

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Love your Tumblr!

Could you please post reader hooking up with Mickey during that sorority party?

Thank you x

A Distraction (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!Reader)

The story of the first time you and Mickey Altieri hooked up, leading you to becoming friends with benefits.

Hi thank you so much!

I’m assuming you mean the sorority party from The Sound Room.

This is my first time writing smut so I’m really sorry if this is shit! I tried my best <3

Warning/s: language, smutty smut smut, p in v, clit play, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (use a condom), hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, Mickey being a dick during sex but in a hot way, ect

18+ ONLY🔞

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You sat on the couch, your fingers lightly tracing the ridges of the red solo cup in your hand as you listened to a drunken Randy babbling on about what movie to put into the VCR. The deja vu of the eerily similar conversation in Woodsbro a year ago made you feel a little uneasy and in all honesty, a bit sick. You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink, intending in that moment to get as drunk as possible.

Sidney and Randy were slowly moving on from what had happened last year. Sid was somewhat thriving, still a little on edge but happier which was largely due to her new boyfriend, Derek. He was sweet to her, no obvious homicidal tendencies and he made her happy which is all you could want for her after everything she went through with Billy Loomis.

Randy was doing even better. He went into college happier than anything that he was no longer a virgin thanks to you and the “favour” you’d given him the night before you’d left for Windsor. He loved college, his geekiness and love for films was a lot more tolerated and even admired here than it ever was in Woodsbro.

Then there was you. You didn’t know if you just weren’t as strong as them, but you were finding it a lot more difficult to move on. You felt homesick being so far from your family, but also felt physically sick at the idea of ever stepping foot in the town ever again.

Randy was still babbling on about what to watch when you decided you needed some air. You stood up, catching Sid’s eye as you walked toward the back door to find some place quiet. You felt her gentle hand touch your shoulder, making you jump a little as you turned to face her.

“Are you alright?“ she asked, her big brown eyes sympathetic. You felt pathetic whenever she asked this. You didn’t know why it was taking you so long to move on from Woodsbro. It had been Sidney that was by far the most impacted, so why were you acting like such a little fucking victim?

“Yeah,” you said as brightly as you could muster. “yeah, Sid I’m good. I’m just gonna get some air. The drinks are going straight to my head.” You forced a small laugh but it wasn’t exactly a lie. You were definitely already tipsy.

As soon as the cool night breeze hit you, you instantly felt better. You sucked in some air, relishing in the feeling of the cool summer air swirling down your throat and filling up your lungs and closed your eyes. It was quieter out here, almost everyone was inside enjoying the party. Almost.

“Oh, hey!”

Your eyes shot open and you jumped a little before your eyes focused on Mickey Altieri sat on one of the patio chairs by himself, his video camera clutched in his hand.

“Oh, hi Mickey.” You smiled a little, moving over to where he sat.

You knew Mickey, but not well. He was roommates with Sid’s boyfriend, in the same film class as Randy and shared a Statistics class with you so you were in the same circle of friends, but hardly ever really spoke to each other. But now, you found his presence oddly calming and felt yourself gravitating toward him to escape the hubbub of the loud sorority party.

“What’re you doin out here by yourself?” You asked, sitting down beside him but maintaining a safe distance. “Not your scene?”

“Oh, I love a party, but if I hear another sorority girl complain to me about how her boyfriend is ‘just the worst’ I’m gonna blow my fucking head off.”

A smile broke across your face and you let out a little laugh. Mickey grinned back at you, his face somewhat lighting up when he heard you laugh. “What about you?“ he asked, carefully placing his camera beside him on a cushion.

“Meh.” You sighed, leaning back against the soft material of the couch, taking another swig of your drink. It had started off as vodka cranberry but eventually had slowly just turned into vodka on every trip to the kitchen. You were a little drunk at this point, but still able to hold a conversation. “Last time I went to a party people died so I avoid going to them as much as possible.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows a little when he heard how blatantly you spoke about what had happened in California last year. Sidney hardly ever talked about it and if he was being honest, he avoided speaking to Randy about it as much as possible for obvious reasons. The kid thought of himself as a horror movie expert. The freaky film student asking him about a massacre with what was due in the coming months? Not the best idea.

“Ah.” He murmured, studying your face with his eyes before saying carefully, “you wanna talk about it?”

You glanced at Mickey and smiled a little. “Not that specifically. But everyone just seems to have moved on and I…”

“Find it harder?” Mickey finished.

“Mm.” You hummed. “Guess I’m not as strong as Sid and Randy.”

“Nah I don’t believe that.” Mickey announced, taking a sip of his own drink. “I think you probably haven’t had as many distractions as they have.”

“Distractions?” You repeated, eyeing him a little.

“Yeah. Sidney’s got Derek and I’m sure he keeps her very distracted,” Mickey’s tone was painfully suggestive and it made another smile break across your face. “…and Randy’s got his little films to keep him company. What have you got?”

You thought about that for a second. What HAD you got? It was then you realized Mickey was right. You didn’t really have anything to take your mind off of it, so every moment was just whirling through your head all day and all night. Maybe that’s exactly what you needed. A distraction.

You looked at Mickey again and this time really… saw him. His hair was a dark and little disheveled in a sexy kind of way, his brown eyes were deep and wild and looked like pools of honey framed by impossibly long and thick black lashes and as he smiled at you, his lightly flushed cheeks had small dimples set in them. He was tall, muscular and he clearly took care of himself and he smelled amazing. Like honeysuckle and fresh laundry.

In that moment, slightly tipsy and hating the feeling of loneliness and past trauma, you thought why the fuck not.

“Fuck!” You gasped a little as Mickey’s lips crashed against yours. It was messy, teeth clanking together and tongues swirling urgently but you didn’t care. This was exactly what you needed, a mindless carefree fuck in a sorority bathroom.

His large hands were rough as he palmed your breast through your thin dress as he kissed you, groaning a little when he felt your teeth lightly sink into his bottom lip and your hands tug his soft hair. His tongue tasted on alcohol and mint and it only added to how hot all of this was. You’d never randomly hooked up with anyone at a party and you couldn’t imagine anyone better to be doing it with.

You subconsciously patted yourself on the back for wearing a short summer dress to this party as you felt one of his hands move to circle your waist and the other slide between your legs.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he felt the damp patch staining your panties, “been a while, huh?”

You ignored him, too wrapped up in your own head as Mickey’s finger started gently circling your clothed clit and you let out a small whine, pushing yourself down on his hand. His eyes remained set on your face the whole time, your gorgeous expression only making him harder.

He didn’t waste any time removing your panties, rising back up to meet your lips again. You felt his fingers finally make direct contact with your throbbing clit and you gasped against his mouth as he applied the perfect pressure and started skillfully moving his fingers in small circles. You broke the kiss, head falling back against the door of the bathroom as your chest heaved. It clearly had been a while because you could feel the familiar build in your stomach start growing after only about a minute and a half as you moved your hips in sync with his hand when he suddenly pulled it away, making your eyes shoot open and send him a confused, slightly pissed off look.

“Why did you-“

“No. Don’t even think about cumming yet.” He said, his voice assertive and dripping with arousal. “Look at you..” his tone, despite himself was mocking. “I’ve hardly even touched you yet and you’re already about to cum on my fingers? So fucking needy.” He pulled back more, eyeing you up and down a little. “Take your fucking clothes o-“

Before he could even finish talking you were already sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders and heard him let out a small groan as saw you weren’t wearing a bra. In any other situation, you’d feel uncomfortable with a guy you hardly knew looking at you the way Mickey was, but whether it was the alcohol, the stress or whatever else, you really didn’t give a shit.

“You going to keep staring or are you going to fuck me?” You asked him, trying to keep your voice light.

His eyes lifted to yours and he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to eat your pussy first?”

You blushed a little at how casually he said it before shaking your head and stepping forward, pulling him closer to you by the loops of his jeans, sliding your hands a little over his clothed bulge and beginning to unbuckle his belt. “You already felt how wet I am. I need to do this now.” You insisted, not bothering to disguise the desperation in your voice.

It turned Mickey on to see you so desperate for him. As soon as his belt was undone and his jeans and boxers off, your eyes flickered down to see his thick cock resting on his lower stomach and you felt your breath hitch a little. It was by far the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. You wanted to suck it, feel it throbbing in your warm mouth, but that could wait for another time. You needed to feel him fill you up more than you needed air to breathe.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna-“

You cut Mickey off from his teasing tone repeating what you’d said a couple of seconds ago with a kiss that made him stumble back a little, hands gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your soft skin so hard it was bound to leave bruises. You felt his hands move to your ass as he lifted you, guiding your legs around his waist. You could feel your pussy rubbing along his shaft as he did so, cussing as you let out a soft whimper as the heat of his throbbing cock rubbed against your clit.

“Hold on.” He mumbled, still gently rolling his hips to rub his tip against your engorged clit. “Condom?”

“N-no.” You voice faltered a little at the pressure of his gentle teasing strokes. “I’m on the pill.”

An angelic smile spread across his face at that news. “Good.” He wanted to feel you. All of you. Feel how wet you were for him, feel your juices on his cock.

It all went very quickly after that.

Holding you against the door, he pulled his hips back a little before arching them upwards, slowly filling you up and watching your face as he did so. You let out a low hiss at the satisfying stretch and your head fell back against the door behind you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, hands still gripping your ass as he pushed himself further into you, relishing in the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so tight it was almost painful as he did so. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this fucking tight.”

Not giving you much time to adjust, he started thrusting upward into your pussy, bending his head down to start skillfully swirling his tongue around your stiff nipples, nipping at them gently.

“Mickey- fuck-“ your hands gripped his toned biceps and he smirked a little with your nipple still gently clasped between his teeth before he moved away, adjusting your weight so you were fully pressed up against the door by his body and his hand was still gripping your ass as he pounded up into you. You clit was gently rubbing against the area of skin above his cock, the slight stubble pricking it in a way that was slowly driving you crazy.

He suddenly pulled you away from the door and you felt his cock leave you as he unclamped your legs from around his waist. You wanted to shout at him, grip your legs so tightly around him he couldn’t stop. The sudden emptiness didn’t last long as he moved you in front of the huge mirror above the low sink and bent you over the cold porcelain.

“What are you-“

“Wanna fuck you in front of the mirror so you can see how good you look when you take it.” Mickey was already lining himself up at your entrance and wasn’t so gentle about it this time. You felt one hand rest on your hip, the other pulling your head up by your hair so you were forced to look at yourself in the mirror as he suddenly slammed into you, making your body jolt and you let out a load, unfiltered moan as he did.

“Jesus you’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?” Mickey scoffed at you as you moaned and gasped at this brutal thrusts. “Knew you wanted this from the moment I met you.”

You could only respond in a broken whimper. You wanted to push back on his dick, make him go even deeper but your back was arched from the way he pulled your hair back and is strong hands were absolutely no match for you.

“Open your fucking eyes.”

You obeyed, looking into the mirror not at yourself, but at Mickey. Seeing him fucking into you like this made the entire current situation ten times better. His eyes were flickering on your face in the mirror to looking down at his dick sliding in and out of your pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot with every thrust, and the sounds you were making only prompted him to go even harder.

“Mickey I’m gonna-“

“No.” His voice was dominating and you automatically knew better not to argue with him about wanting to cum despite yourself. You were a writhing mess, pussy convulsing around his pulsing cock. You could feel the beads of sweat dripping from his face onto your lower back as he quickly stopped, the head of his cock only just inside of you. “I couldn’t give a shit. You’re not cumming until I tell you that you can.” You whined a little, fighting the urge again to push back onto him, needing to feel him fill you up again. “Tell me you understand.”

You managed a weak nod and let out a yelp when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass. “Use your words.”

“I- I understand, Mickey. Please just fuck me.” You begged. He loved nothing more than to see you so needy, begging for him to sink himself back into you.

You didn’t need to tell him twice.

He released your hair, his hand sliding down your back to grip your waist and he thrusted again, the movement causing you to let out an satisfied groan as your head fell forward. His foot nudged yours, making you spread your legs even wider for him and one of his hands moved around your body and toward your clit as he fucked you, just teasing it.

This development mixed in with him already slamming into your pussy and pressing against your g-spot made you make sounds Mickey hadn’t ever heard before. Everything was getting far too sensitive and your body began to convulse, you a writhing mess under his hands.

“Fuck Mickey please- please don’t stop!” You managed to choke out. He let out a panting laugh, rubbing your clit even faster.

“Think I’m going to? Fuck no. Want to feel that pretty pussy fucking milk me.” He grunted, his words only making you grow closer and closer to the ending you craved more than anything.

“Please let me, please let me.” You began chanting them three words like a prayer and you felt his thrusts begin to stutter a little. You felt tears from the overstimulation begin to form in your eyes as you were all but sobbing and begging him to let you cum.

“Okay, cum for me baby. Let me feel that pretty pussy flutter.” He panted.

The words were hardly out of his mouth before you felt the tight coil explode as you let out a series of broken moans, your legs shaking and your body writhing as you came. He finished not much longer after you did and you relished in the feeling of his seed spreading inside your walls.

Everything was very still for a moment. You were both breathing deeply as Mickey slowly pulled himself out of you and you winced a little.

“Shit, you okay?” He breathed as he helped you stand back upright and saw your tear stained face,his hands shaking a little.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You breathed, quickly wiping your face with the back of your quivering hand.

“Here..” he quickly grabbed some toilet paper from the holder and handed it to you, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Thank you.” You said, giving him a small smile. “So, we just did that, huh?”

Mickey’s face broke out into a oddly relieved smile. “Yeah we did. That was fucking great.”

He handed you your clothes and as the two of you got dressed, you thought to yourself how weird it was that you didn’t feel.. weird about this. It was by far the best you’d ever had, absolutely no one had ever come close to that before.

“You wanna go get a drink?” Mickey suddenly asked, breaking your train of thought. You smiled up at him and nodded eagerly.

“I think I need one. My throats fucking killing me.” You laughed as you both walked toward the bathroom door.

“Not surprised. You fucking moaning like you wanted the whole party to hear you.” He teased you, playfully nudging your shoulder.

“Screw you, Mickey.” You scoffed, giving him a half hearted shove back. You still felt a little weak and you groaned a little when you caught yourself in the mirror. “Oh, fuck. Look at my face.” You sighed, trying to remove the smudged lipstick and mascara with your fingers.

“What? I think you look hot.” Mickey shrugged, a smile still painted on his face.

“Yeah, of course you do. Perv.” You muttered. “Next time I’m not wearing makeup.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Mickey asked, unable to stop the already smug smile on his face from growing bigger. “Made you feel that good, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning on the faucet to try and remove as much of the smudged makeup as possible.

“You’re a cocky prick, but yeah. I’d like a next time.”

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