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💫𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕓𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕💫 (these are platonic Hcs)
💫It’s just so fucking hilarous the way you two met.
💫You were just walking by at the park and sat in a bank without looking over your phone.
💫You didn’t even notice that there was a boy wearing an orange parka practically next to you!
💫Well- that was only before you heard a muffled word that sounded just too much like “bobs!”
💫You snaped your head from your phone and caught sight a girl about 2 or 3 years older than you, she was just so fuckin’ hot big titties included.
💫She was at about 10 meters from your bench so you stared at her chest barely covered with a black tank top with no shame.
💫Or that was until you remembered that you heard someone saying bobs before, so you turned your head left to face a boy your age covered in a (kind of dirty) orange parka staring at the same girl as you.
💫He was fast to feel your stare and turned to you, confusion visible in his eyes.
💫“What? She’s got big bobs! I have the right to stare!” was what the boy said, although you heard it very muffled and even you wondered how tf did you understand him.
💫“And I too!” you replied to him frowning a bit.
💫Soon the two of you were caught up in a very intense stare contest, but a girls voice caught you both atention.
💫“Aw! You two are so cute!” Said the voice, wich turned to be the girl you were both staring at before, she kneeled down a bit to pinch your nose and to pat the boy’s head.
💫You swore you could feel the grin that formed in the boy’s lips.
💫You gave the girl your most angelical and inocent smile while you opened your arms and muttered faking shyness “hug...?”
💫The girl screamed in awe at your "shynnes” and she gave you a big bear hug.
💫You grinned widely when your barely developed chest made contact with her overly big boobs and you could feel how the boy’s grin spread wider in his face.
💫“You two are so cute! but I have to go now, a friend of mine is waiting for me!” She smiled a little sad at the thought of leaving such “inocent creatures” alone again in that bench but she waved goodbye and ran to her friend, who was a girl her age.
💫When the girl was out of sight, the boy took his parka of so you could hear him properly and you were no surprised when you saw that he was still wearing his cocky grin.
💫“Ya like bobbies, don’t ya?” He asked while tilting his face to the side still wearing that cocky grin of his.
💫“Yeah, I mean- They’re just so sexy!” You giggled excitedly while you clumsy covered your face with your hands because of the though of that part of the female anatomy.
💫The now revealed blonde smiled even wider if that was possible and he held out his hand for you to take, thing you surely did
💫 “I’m Kenny McCormick” he introduced himself
💫“Nice to met ya Kenny!” you smiled while slightly shaking his hand.
💫 And... what’s your name Perverted Fellow Lesbian?” he asked while laughing a little, you couldn’t help but laugh too at the nickname he just gave you.
💫“The name’s (y/n)” you answered with a confident grin.
💫“I know a good place where we can see chiks like her... naked” he whispered the last part, a perveted grin made his way into your lips and a faint red made appearence in your cheeks at the thought.
💫“WELL, ¿WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? :D” you exclaimed with a kinda exagerated smile and with a now dark red in your cheeks while resting your hands on your hips.
💫“Come on, follow me!” he laughed while taking your hand and guiding you to a kinda hiden local in the middle of the town covered in neon lights.
💫As a name, the local had “Striper club”
💫Kenny laughed at how your eyes lit up with a lustful shine in them.
💫“No way we’re getting in, were minors-” You exclaimed with a frown, your eyes never leaving one of the windows wich lead to a pole where a hella hot teenage girl was “dancing”
💫“oh... I wonder where this V.I.P pass that’s obviously not mine appeared from?” he said with sarcasm holding a plastic card with the V.I.P title in gold colour.
💫The two of you grined in a very perverted way while you looked at the card and then at the local in front of you.
#Kenny#Kenny McCormick#Kenneth McCormick#South Park#South Park x reader#Kenny x reader#Kenny McCormick x reader#Kenneth McCormick x reader#lesbian reader#female#female reader#perverted reader#Kenny x perverted reader#Kenny x perv reader#perv reader#perv lesbian#Perverted lesbian
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Pervert!Al-haitham with a florist reader.
💋 | Pervert!Al-haitham that sniffs the letters you send him because it smells like you. Rationalizing it as him familiarizing himself with your scent, and "training" to be the best husband for you.
💌 | Pervert!Al-haitham that loves to fantasize and randomly does so in random moments where his creativity can stretch the scenario to fit his delusions.
💌 | Pervert!Al-haitham that once fantasized about you in a wedding dress holding your favorite bouquet of flowers from Fontaine all because you showed the new set of flowers you organized by holding it close to yourself and smiling too gorgeously.
💋 | Pervert!al-haitham who loves slowly stroking himself with his head thrown back sitting on his chair with his legs spread out like they were accommodating someone's body there. Imagining it was your hand that was jerking him off and comes early at the thought of the stimulation coming from you.
💌 | Pervert!Al-haitham who buys your favorite bouquet sets because they smell like you. He wants to feel close to you even if you aren't physically there he can imagine you were.
💌 | Pervert!al-haitham who confesses his feelings through a letter left by one of the shelves near you he carefully slipped it there. Before [name] could notice how it seemed to leave his garments so perfectly timed they couldn't help but be curious about the contents when it's addressed to them.
💌💋 | Pervert!Al-haitham who slowly starts courting you when you finally become lovers he seizes every chance he gets to touch wherever whenever.
💋 | Pervert!al-haitham that fingers you in public as you're tending to your customers behind the register, loving the way you contain yourself so as to not embarrass you both.
💋 | Pervert!Al-haitham who loves shoving a dildo up your cunt whenever he needs to be away from you for long periods of time for his work.
💋 | Pervert!al-haitham who does that to train your cunt for his dick whenever you both need it.
💋 | Pervert!Al-haitham that gets off of the idea of not pulling out to knock you up but always ends up pulling out per your request.
💋 | Pervert!Al-haitham that ends up knocking you up either way because he never used a condom(he knew perfectly well this was gonna happen).
Couldn't get it out of my mind l, so might aswell feed the fandom more content.
here, eat you whores.
#genshin smut#al haitham smut#al haitham x reader#al-haitham headcanons#al haitham x you#pervert!al haitham
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HELLO LOVELIES!! due to popular demand I present to you this, a kinda 2 part to this baby. I wanted to thank you for the overwhelming love that little brain rot got so I'm writing something extra ^^ While this may not be a direct continuation it's set in the exact same universe and everything so you can read is as a stand alone another part of perverted nasty Ghost (and a guest!) or a continuation of other nasty shenanigans that Si would do to his little hacker girl :(
fem!reader, nsfw, nasty perv Ghost and a special guest, can be read as kinda dark? nothing hardcore it's just implied that Simon is terribly possessive bordering on obsessed and he has dark-ish tendencies so be careful!
That being said, nasty perv Ghost who's almost buzzing with barely repressed anger, almost snarling, teeth baring beneath his mask. He's standing on the sidelines of the mattress laid out on the gym floor as he watches Price go at you almost like a wild animal, grabbing and tossing you around like you're a rag doll, ultimately pinning you down to the floor with his massive body with your hand behind your back and laid out on your tummy, all tired out and panting with Price leaning down to your ear and growling something to you that made you let out a pathetic keen.
Simon didn't hear what the captain said to you but judging by your facial expression it must have been something suggestive; nasty and perverted and delivered in that deep growly rumble of Price's voice.
The blonde man knew that this whole 'compulsory hand to hand combat training' was a load of bullshit, it always was. It was organized a few times a year when the higher ups insisted and there was no way out. It was usually terribly boring, just a load of loud and sweaty men tumbling like beasts while screaming at each other and a few hot-shots who showed of like peacocks.
Except that this time there was a new addition to this mess, little old you. The new hacker of 141, the young lady who always dressed nicely, nails always manicured and smelling oh so deliciously with your perfumes. Since you're technically not a soldier Ghost thought that you'd be spared from the training but apparently he was very wrong and he hated it. He could see how flustered you were earlier, how small and soft you were in the presence of all these big hardened soldiers. He could see that you were nervous and he didn't exactly blame you therefore he decided that he would be the perfect match for you for training; it would be a win win situation!
He'd treat you as gently as he could so you wouldn't have bruises and aches from a rough treatment, and him on the other hand would have jerk off material for the next month. He could almost taste it, taste you. How he'd press you against him, how his big scarred hands would be able to run over your soft body all he wanted under the guise of training. How his big sweaty body would rub against you, his musk rubbing off on you and making you smell like him, like Ghost; a primal way of marking you. How he'd listen to all you little whines and mewls when he'd grab you too roughly and how you'd be able to feel his hard cock press against your ass as he mounted you from behind to press you into the exact position as you were now. Except it wasn't him who had you caged in his grip, it was fucking Price.
That fucker snatched you right from under his nose. Literally. Simon was just about to go up to you when suddenly Price appeared seemingly out of thin air and swooped it to basically tell you that you're gonna be his sparing partner, not even asking, he was stating a fact and since he was your captain you couldn't really say no right? :(
As John was leading you away from a growling Simon he could swear that the older man turned slightly to him and gave him a smug look that said 'better luck next time son, she's mine' and what made his teeth grit even more that he could perfectly hear these words in John's smooth growly drawl.
He's very well aware that Price has the hots for you, that dirty old pervert. He caught him looking at you more than once now, his gray blue eyes following you like a predator watching his prey, how whenever you stopped by his office to deliver some new intel or paperwork Price's voice suddenly dropped a few octaves into a deep, hot and enticing drawl that made you stutter and goosebumps appear on your skin. Also Simon heard Price going at it in his office, jerking off or doing god knows what and growling your name, or the occasional pair of your (stolen) panties peeking out from a drawer, the delicate pink material stained white with John's seed. His naturally possessive character getting amped up whenever you're with them on a mission or even in the same vicinity, any soldier who has the balls to talk or even flirt with you getting swiftly removed and ordered to run 30 laps around training grounds.
And now Ghost lost to that old perverted fuck and he will have to endure his smug commentary about how nice your soft body felt under him, how your delicious ass pressed against his cock and how you whimpered in confusion as you felt your captain grind against you and growl into your ear to 'be a good girl and get a feel of your captain, feel what will be breeding you later' and you couldn't help but whine and wiggle around a bit, you were so hot and so embarrassed, pinned under your captain with all those men watching you with heavy eyes :((
You soon stopped your wiggling and just laid there under the heavy man, his panting and growls rumbling against your back as you got a bit intoxicated on his heavy musky scent, pure masculinity and dominance oozing out of him and rubbing off on you.
You started to wonder if he'd truly keep his promise up and take you with him later, lock you in his bedroom and ravish you, breed you good with his babies :(
#kin speaks#damn#i'm thinking on making a whole series with perverted 141 ;;#like 141 plus graves#los vaqueros#and konig#bc the brain rot is real and I love writing about musky nasty men ;;#pervy!141#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#john price x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#john price
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18+ | nsfw | mdni
cw f. masturbation, NONCON, toys (vibrator), r is weird & perverted & i love it
you made sure jj maybank was dead fucking asleep before you even thought about moving a muscle.
in the stickiness of the outer banks heat, you found yourself restless and uncomfortable sleeping in a bed next to your best friend. you were shocked — in awe, even — at how fast jj managed to fall asleep like a fucking baby while you had to suffer.
so you did the one thing you knew would surely put you to sleep. reaching into your nightstand, your fingers fumbled around in the darkness until they wrapped around a familiar phallic shape. you nearly jumped at how much louder the vibration was when you were genuinely trying to be quiet. discreet and silent my ass, you thought.
you peeled off the shorts of your matching pajama set and gently kicked them off the side of the bed, a worry for later. almost immediately you got a feel for how wet you already were. coincidentally, you caught a whiff of jj’s natural musk the same time your clit throbbed desperately.
the vibration touching your pussy made your body jolt, legs spreading wider but not wide enough to touch the sleeping boy next to you. a mistake was made, however, in which your head turned to the side and eyes fell upon jj’s tousled, messy blonde hair as he rested peacefully next to you. and you hated to admit it, but the smell, sight, and even feel of him made your neediness even worse.
your mind flashed back to all the times you watched jj rip off his shirt to take a dip in the waters, and how he would come back up all wet and breathless from the energy exertion. you remembered how you always felt funny when you witnessed him half-naked, bathed in the golden light of the evening sun.
and now jj’s smell was even more prevalent, invading your nostrils and clouding your brain, making your hand move faster on your clit. the vibrator seemed to hit you in all the right places. you wanted to whimper and squirm and bury your nose in jj’s hair. but you had to calm down. you had to finish the job so you could get at least a blink of sleep.
you found yourself parting your lips and squeezing your eyes shut, and your imagination was filled with thoughts of jj’s large dick entering inside your mouth, practically fucking your throat. nosing his cum-filled balls, inhaling his scent, and then shoving his cock inside your weeping cunt. you imagined how hot he’d sound panting down your neck, telling you how wet and tight you were.
your hand became more desperate moving on your throbbing clit, pussy contracting around nothing as your orgasm exploded within your body. it killed you to repress your moans. your body jerked as you willed yourself into overstimulation. you didn’t want to stop touching yourself. your mouth watered at the thought of rolling jj on his back and just shoving his cock inside you as he slept. and for a split second you seriously considered just doing that.
but miraculously you restrained yourself, turning off your vibrator and throwing it back into your nightstand. and you still couldn’t manage to fall asleep.
#♡; dally writes!#cw noncon#perverted reader im sorry u dont get enough love!#obx#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank smut
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*ೃ˚ :💿 perverted!hobie x reader
❝ warnings ❞ exhibitionism, underwear stealing, masterbation, cumming in panties, somno, jerking off
Perverted!Hobie who can't keep his hands off of you even in public. Who will want to fuck you anywhere, any time. In an alley, on a rooftop, in some quiet corner of the HQ no matter if people can see and hear or not. He's touchy all the time. He'll fuck the establishment by fucking you. Too many reports to Miguel means that one more incident and the two of you will be kicked out. Little did he know, Hobie was fingering you under the table while he was giving the lecture.
Perverted!Hobie who steals your underwear to masturbate with. Who will leave the evidence of your cum soaked panties on your bed for your to find later. He's go absolutely crazy if you wear them after with his cum all over the crotch of the underwear, bending over in front of him so he can see the wet patch and the silhouette of your pussy lips against your underwear. He gets insanely hard thinking about his cum smeared all over your cunt.
Perverted!Hobie who you'll wake up and find fucking you in your sleep. Sometimes, if he's soft enough, he can fuck you to completion, cum on your pussy, and leave you to find the evidence when you wake up. He'll be on top of you, quietly panting, pushing his hips into you in shallow thrusts while gazing upon your sleeping figure. He'd chuckle at the way you shudder and moan even in your slumber, and when you're just on the edge of an orgasm, you'd awake with bleary eyes as your climax crashed upon you and ravished your still sleeping body. You'd whimper his name as he finally realized you were awake and braced himself to fuck you harder.
Perverted!Hobie who has an equally perverted partner. You love leaving your underwear where he'd find them, showing off your cum-stained panties to him in partially secluded areas, sliding your hand into his pants to jerk him off during a lecture, letting him fuck you while you sleep and offering him the same kindness.
#ya know i had to double it#hobie version#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#hobie brown#atsv#spiderman#spider punk#hobie brown smut#perverted!hobie#hobie brown x reader#hobie brainrot#somno
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choso who had a secret obsession with you since the day you moved into your new house across the street. you caught his attention since seeing you struggling to carry boxes in that sundress that showed off your supple breasts, ass poking out of it. He had a perfect view of where your bedroom light illuminated inside your room. he felt like a dirty pervert invading your privacy like this but he couldn’t pry away. he wanted you.
his eyes seem to linger on a little longer when you walk around your room freshly out of the shower with nothing but a fluffy, white towel. you knew he was watching. choso was oblivious to the dreams you had of him, picturing his face between your thighs. and you wanted him. watching you teasingly taking off the towel makes his cock growing painfully hard.
looking down at the tent in his pants, choso no longer had any self control in him. jerking off with his head thrown back, curtains shamelessly left wide open. cheeks grow hot when he looked up to see you making eye contact with him fingering that pretty fat pussy, just like he pictured, more times than he should've.
choso makes eye contact with you again, working his hand faster around his cock, squeezing his eyes shut thick semen releasing on the window. still fully erected choso decided to come to ring your doorbell to fuck the pussy that’s been embedded into his mind.
#lovaes works ୨୧#jjk x black reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen choso#choso kamo#jjk choso#choso x black!reader#choso x black y/n#pervert!choso#jujutsu kaisen
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debating on masc or fem name or smth like clarence just so he could be called claire or something more common like a classic bro-dude name .. but wesley/emery/moses are pretty for this guy.. the dilemma of naming ocs you plan to use in the future hnnnghh..
it is so soososoo cold. imagining the warmth of a desperate idiot guy pining after you, big pecs that r akin to breasts, [ and you, who is equally idiotic and completely oblivious to his obvious crush on you ,, ] he's unaware that he comes off a little creepy when he blanks and stares at you in the middle of conversation, which is completely unintentional! and then, who is he, a big meaty guy with a warm tawny complexion with unruly short brunette hair that he usually combs with his fingers, to decline a major cuddling session with his best bro when the heater is broken and the winter winds rage on outside ur obviously shared apartment??
burying ur face in the surprisingly soft chest of ur bestest best friend who was entirely comfortable with such affection - and you, humming in satisfaction and muttering mindless praises of “so comfy, bro.” and “really nice. so warm. nice gains.” while you nuzzle into his fat titsㅡsimple. it was the simple compliments, and yet it makes his heart palpitate uncomfortably fast even with your voice apathetic and gruff with sleepinessㅡwith your leg in between his and your knee pressing against his groin in a matter of comfortability - and you might be covered in thick sweatpants, sure, but that doesn't stop him from from growing a little something... like, his lover-bro in his arms with the chance to sniff him without seeming like a total weirdo??? bro, why can't it be cold all the time??? that way he'd get to shove his nose in his bro's neck completely consensually rather than weirdly staring at you in the middle of the night to watch how the moonlight hits ur face just right or how ur lips part while you snoreㅡ
#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#male reader#top male reader#dom male reader#oc x male reader#i wanna write him as this super nice guy whos pretty much really fucking perverted without intent#oc x m reader#x male reader#“himbo” original character...
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more gross perv soap hc's (mostly to share the brainrot with @ceilidho !!)
(18+/mdni, disgusting perv soap, dubcon/noncon elements)
absolutely has a folder on his phone where he screenshots every. single. photo that you post. ashamedly saves your snaps in the chat even before you get together, and you think it's just for fun or jokes, but it's so much more than that. (he knows how to screenshot your stories or close friends posts too so he can keep them forever, as that's where you might post something more revealing or intimate that gets him going)
absolutely uses the photos as reference material as he draws insane smutty drawings in a little notebook he has. the best part of his little talent is that he can put pencil to paper and make all of his perverted thoughts tangible. makes little doodles of you bound, covered in his cum, pussy all puffy and swollen. when he's feeling particularly unhinged he might draw himself there alongside you, cock stuffed inside you. any scenario he can imagine, he can just draw you like that, just for him.
tries to subtly steer conversations with the guys in your direction, so they'll share in his objectification of you (but then he might get a little jealous if he thinks they're going too far). asks gaz if he's noticed how form fitting your workout clothes are, or if he saw your midriff in that latest photo you posted. none of them ever say anything as gross as the thoughts in johnny's head, and he finds himself spiraling as he posts pictures of you online to certain forums, encouraging strangers to leave the nastiest comments imaginable that he also reads and jerks off to.
has you saved in his phone as cumrag, but really it's just a joke, and not at all a reference to the numerous times he's spilled over photos of you--your smiling face stained with pearly drops of cum as he imagines what it would look like for real.
of course he has a pair of your panties he uses to get off, often in rotation as he soils new pairs thinking about how you're wearing something that's been rubbed against his cock.
sometimes he'll purposefully come find you after he's wanked to pictures of you, his hands still stained with the slightest amount of cum as he just wiped off his hands instead of washing them. makes sure to get extra touchy feely with you, giving you a hug, resting his hands on your shoulders, maybe caressing your cheek as he tells you a dumb joke--just leaving a trace of his essence on your skin.
and if you're together? oh he definitely hides his perversions at first, slowly but surely introducing you to them as he creeps over boundaries and conditions you into loving the attention. asking for you to indulge him with his perfectly begging eyes in a way you can't help but comply.
if the two of you are going drinking he'll finish your outfit by cumming in your panties and leaving you with the squelch between your lips as the two of you go about your night--making sure you're properly claimed by him.
gets you drunk and a little loose so he can encourage you to tell the guys about how good he fucks you, how big his dick is, how much he makes you cum and how you love the filthy shit he does to you. you'll blush furiously the entire time but he just coaxed you into saying more.
really does use you as a cumrag now he has you. will just find you on the couch watching tv or sleeping in bed and will jerk off until he paints your pretty face, doesn't even bother to clean it up. if you're awake, he'll make you wear it for as long as he can, maybe even answer the door to the food delivery guy with it still on your cheeks--even if you're mortified by the idea.
takes so many photos and videos of you fucking he might as well just have a camera permanently pointed at your bed. he's addicted to capturing every dirty little thing he does to you, to having proof of the moments when you give in and beg him to do something filthier. his phone is full of videos of him using your mouth until your face is covered in drool, spitting in your mouth and making you swallow it like a tasty treat, smearing his cum all over your body like its fucking lotion. (or that one time you'd pissed him off by getting grossed out at him that he came on the floor and made you lick up every single drop.)
makes you watch back the videos as he rubs you, only letting you come at the most disgusting parts so he can really solidify his conditioning of you as his perfect, depraved little girlfriend.
#soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#i can fix him#no wait#i can make him worse :-)#i am going to hell and im so happy about it#i need johnny to corrupt me into being even more perverted#ceil i blame u for encouraging me <3#mwah
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I LOVE THE PERVERT TROPE SO MUCHHH
especially when you combine this with the fact that jax has keys to everyone's room!!
ough, imagine catching him one day in your bedroom.. somehow he's gotten a hold of your underwear or your pillow or some and he's taking in your scent as he jacks off in your bed ❤️❤️❤️
ugh yes definitely <33 your undergarments will go missing, and jax will tease you about it, saying how funny he thinks it is that anyone would ever dream of doing that. no one can be that desperate.
meanwhile he's quite literally rutting into your pillows, blankets anything that has your scent on it drives him wild.
he might even go as far as hiding somewhere in your room, waiting for you to return while he stays tucked in the corners shrouded in darkness or maybe your closet , watching you do the most mundane things... and feeling his dick grow against his leg. "Look what you're doin' to me, doll.." He'd mutter, almost. almsot ashamed of what he was doing.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Soap lately….Soap who is so mean to you to act gruff but uses you as a model…putting a vibrator inside you and making you sit still while you model for him and he ignores you when you whine for him to put down the sketchbook and begging him to be nice🥺
THIS SCREAMS 09 CAPTAIN MACTAVISH
He's much older, bigger and gruffier :(( rough with you too!! He loves being mean to you and grope you whenever he has the chance bc he loves the noises you make :( Will definitely smirk all nasty whenever he bullies you into a corner and presses his huge body against your smaller and soft one, hands on your hips as he grinds his bulge into you and growls all the dirty things he wants to do to you into your ear in that thick scottish accent and you'd lie when you said that your knees didn't feel weak ♡
Also yes you're so right :(( Captain Mactavish would definitely have you model for him, stripping you naked himself, sneaking a grope or two to your soft tummy and tits before shoving a bullet vibrator inside your poor pussy and purposefully moving it a bit with his thick fingers as you moan and whine into his greedy mouth as he keeps kissing you :((
Makes you lie down on your back on his bed with the vibrator set on the lowest setting and he begins drawing you, a big smirk on his scarred, scruffy face as he condescendingly shushes you when you whine too loud and orders you to keep still so that he can get the shading perfectly ♡
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#he's such a perverted nasty asshole#but that's captain mactavish :((#cod mw x reader#cod x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#captain soap mactavish
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(Slips this into your pocket and walks past in a trenchcoat)
Pervert Lucifer who pretends to have forgotten something in your room and while he makes a quick trip there, he's picking up your discarded shirt off the floor and deeply inhaling it. Reminiscing in your smell as he sighs as if he smelled a heavenly meal.
Pervert Lucifer who can't help but gently open your door a crack and watch you masturbate in the dead of night while the rest of the House of Lamentation slept. The sound of your quiet moans and wetness of your sex in your hand is music to his ears, him having to hold back a moan when he heard his name flow out your mouth.
Pervert Lucifer who grinds against you while you two are cuddling. With an encouraging kiss from you, he'll lift your leg and push his cock between your thighs, urging you to go back to sleep as he mindlessly humps between your legs. Inhaling deeply against the skin of your neck and holding you desperately close against his warm body.
HHHH pervert Lucifer if and or when you wear skirts or dresses around him, he'll just lift the bottom of it to get a glimpse of your ass and crotch. All you can see is him licking his lips and whisper compliments with his eyes full of admiration. Maybe he'll even keep a few pictures of your ass from up your skirt to look at for later <3
GODF I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS
#IM SO SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH BRAINROT OF THIS#Lucifer whos just as perverted as a virgin is both funny and aausgha#we will be back to gentleman Luci soon dont worry#obey me x male reader#obey me lucifer x male reader#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me smut#obey me x male reader smut#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me x gender neutral reader#obey me x reader smut
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Close Enough — Neil Lewis.
— CW: 18+, smut. Masturbation. Neil is a little pervert panties stealer. | word count: 1k. [Not proofread!]
— a/n: Thank you to everyone in the discord server who helped me, like I want to kiss you all religiously. I love Neil being a pervert, so I'll definetly will continue this legacy.
Best friends don’t do this, or at least that is what Neil thinks as he stares at the pair of dirty underwear in his hand.
His knee bounces anxiously, gulping and running his hands through his hair— everything about this is wrong, the reasoning behind his actions, the stealing, the straining bulge against slacks… everything is bad.
A little voice inside his head rings like a broken record.
“This isn't what best friends do”
Yet, the yearning is burning his skin, his soul, and the thought of having you so close to him in such a secret, borderline perverted way, works wonders to wash away the guilt, while his fingers pop open the button of his pants.
He stands up, almost hesitantly. Kicking off his worn sneakers, he keeps your panties in his hand while the other struggles to drag down his pants and push them aside with his foot. He doesn't own a full-length mirror, but the small rectangular mirror in his dresser will work just fine. Neil stares at his reflection, and what does he see?
A whore.
The same feeling of guilt returns when he removes his blue checkered boxers, staring at his hard cock twitching against his flat abdomen. He is about to do... something… something. He slides your panties on slowly, testing the waters. They fit tight, and when he reaches his thighs the fabric is starting to stretch out. Struggling with his narrow hips, Neil exhales shakily pondering his actions once again. Best friends don’t do this— But he does.
Your underwear fits tight, the elastic digs into the freckled skin of his hips and it comes to a point where he can differentiate his reflection from the porn magazines he had seen in the drug store near the video store. Neil’s fingers trace his abdomen and hook slightly at his belly button, the faint patch of hair guiding down his navel to the confines of your underwear. His cock is painfully visible, his leaky head peaks from below the cream fabric— he feels so dirty.
And so hot at the same time.
Neil bites his lips as his index finger traces the outline of his length, he lets himself savor the sensation, not sure when he will experience such pleasure again. His balls barely fit the pair, squeezing them upwards and leaving him breathless, his blue eyes stay glued to his reflection.
He is aware that if he tries to move or stretch the fabric will probably rip, which would be difficult to explain— Getting rid of his shirt, he cups his crotch with his palm while his free hand reaches for his chest, pinching his rosy nipple causing him to thrust his hips forward. A soft pant cascades down his lips, erotic, perverted. Neil continues teasing himself for at least five more minutes until his abdomen is glistening with the constant precum leaking from his cock and smearing it all over himself with every twitch, until both of his nipples are so hard they hurt. Practically edging himself at this point, he rubs his length against the heel of his palm with a strained groan, closing his eyes and hanging his head. The sick pleasure he is experiencing from slutting himself out is too much to even allow the remorse to come back. His legs are wobbly and could give up at any second, but he doesn’t cease his movements, in fact, he speeds his rubbing, stopping for a brief moment to caress the pinkish tip with his thumb and hissing from the raw stimulation. Neil knows he won’t last long, and a reasonable thought would be to take these off, hide them, damn, even return them— but no— he is out of reasonable thoughts.
Desperately, he hooks both thumbs on the elastic and yanks your panties off his hip, ignoring the faint sound of the stitches tearing at his sides; His cock bounces slightly, urging a sigh of relief as he wraps his right hand around the base, and begins to slide it up and down vigorously. Your panties cup his balls, absorbing his sweat and no doubt, keeping the musky scent of his crotch. He is jerking off faster than usual as if he was trying to speed up the process, but he is just that needy and horny and…
What would you think?
What would you say?
Neil imagines you walking in, gasping, cursing. Asking him if he is that much of a sick pervert, and lowkey? He is. He wants you to call him names, laugh at him, mock him for acting like a bitch in heat at the mere sight of your dirty pair of underwear laying on top of the laundry basket, so tempting and alluring he couldn’t help but grab them and stuff them in his jeans pockets when you weren’t watching. He imagines you yelling at him to take them off and plugging the fabric inside his mouth to stop his sobs and apologies.
Bringing his hand to his mouth he spits on his palm, dragging the saliva up and down and moaning weakly at the feeling. He is cumming, he is so close, he is— Neil’s knees give up and he sits at the edge of his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. His feet are shaking and his toes curl at the immense delight. The wet sound of his obscene jerking is embarrassing, making Neil blush and gasp, This is bad, this is so bad, this is so disrespectful to you, to your friendship— he can no longer see his naughty act in the mirror on the dresser, he can only see his face. Those parted lips, watery eyes, and flushed cheeks. Leaning one hand to support himself, he curls, just in time for his cock to twitch one last time and give up, orgasming for dear life. His fingers tighten around his throbbing dick, spurring and prolonging his climax, closing his eyes shut to not see the ropes and spurts of hot, sticky cum that stain his thighs, his abdomen, and your underwear.
Laying on his back, he stares at the ceiling, watching the fan go round and round while he catches his breath. Draping an arm over his face, Neil groans in frustration, biting his forearm and cursing himself because, once again, he succumbed to his dirty fantasies.
How is he gonna face you now?
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Cruelty & Empathy 18+
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Summary | A night alone in the office has Roman and his assistant escalating their tension past a point of no return. The aftermath of which leads to confessions that will change the trajectory of their relationship forever.
Genre | Angst, Fluff, Porn With Plot
Content | anxiety, biting, blood, bondage, choking, crying, dom/sub tones, degradation, dirty talk, mentions of past physical abuse, power struggles, thigh riding, sadomasochism, slapping, spitting
Word Count | 8.5k
A/N: Y’all this fic is fuckin’ filthyyyy… but like in a romantic way??? I wasn’t going to share it but my best friend insisted. If y’all hate this I volunteer as tribute for boar on the floor lmao
Roman Roy’s Office | 10:33 pm
He was sprawled out across the couch as if this were his family’s private estate. It might as well have been. The building’s climate control always seemed to be blowing a peculiar air. One that felt like his father breathing down the back of his neck at all times. Left calf draped over the backrest, right hand cradling a whiskey, and head tilted back over the armrest. His once-slick hair now hung limp, with loose strands reaching for the carpet below. His upside-down gaze willed me to stop my attempts at meeting our deadline and to focus solely on him instead.
My bank account's dwindling had my morals emaciated. They’d weakly played tug of war with my last braincell when I'd accepted Roman’s job offer nearly two years prior. About 6 months into being his assistant, I found myself earning another role: his best friend. His only friend. My typing picks up speed as I contemplate what level of fucked-up I had to be in order to actually enjoy this job. I decide it must have been top-tier when my thoughts drift to the one Roy that had me feeling this way.
In the past 22 months, I came to understand Roman better than anyone else ever had. He somehow wormed his way into gaining just as much insight into me as well. It made me feel strangely protective over him. Oddly enough, he seemed to reciprocate. We still rarely aloud ourselves vulnerability in the presence of the other. We much preferred self-immolation. I don’t think he ever intended to grow so attached to me. He certainly would never admit to it. If you had asked me if the feeling was mutual, I’d lie through my teeth.
I loved him madly.
I don’t exactly know when or how it happened. I do, however, vividly remember when I first realized he held something soft for me.
Siena, Italy | 4:21 am
He was drunk off his ass, his head resting on my shoulder. He had been leaning into my frame for support long before he even needed it. Roman mumbled something about liking me because I was the only “sad sack of shit” in the office who could make him laugh. I asked him why I was a sad sack and not just a regular sack. He blew out a huff of air, causing his lips to trill. The sound was quickly preceded by the flipping of his wrists in a few circles.
“Isn't it obvious?” I nudged my shoulder against his head.
“Because I work for your sorry ass?”
He clumsily tapped the tip of my nose with his right pointer finger, nearly blinded my left eye in the process.
“Bingo, bongo, banjo.” The nonsensical words tumbled out and the rest of his drink tumbled in. “Itstheeyes.” I’d been unable to make out the slurred syllables mumbled just under his breath. For all I knew, they could’ve been Latin for ‘bastard’.
“What?” He dropped his now-empty glass into a historic fountain as we passed. I stopped to try and fish it out, but he dragged me away. I remember wondering if he had made a wish on it in his drunken haze. Rich and careless enough to pretend it was a penny. Maybe that had been why he was so adamant about me not retrieving it. My mind wandered as I pondered what Roman could have possibly wished for. His father's approval? An endless supply of luxurious Korean face creams? A pair of stunning Italian supermodels to lean into instead of me?
Tripping over his own two feet, I instinctively gripped his bicep. Stubborn as ever, he shoved me and muttered something along the lines of 'fuck off'. God forbid he’d take my help. Throwing my hands up, I left him to walk alone a few steps ahead of me. He weaved for a while before slowing his pace until he could lay his head back on my shoulder.
A beat passed, where the only sound was the soft crunch of our shoes against the weathered cobblestone. I caught one of his bleary eyes peeking over at my face. Content with whatever it was he found, he nodded to himself.
“Yep.” He popped his lips on the 'p' and absentmindedly kicked a pebble from our path. “It's the eyes. Sad sack of shit eyes. You've got 'em.” The laugh that had left me seemed much too loud as it ricocheted off every crumbling brick ahead of us. Roman smiled proudly for a moment. “I love your laugh.” The words were said mostly to himself. My cheeks warmed considerably.
“Really? It's obnoxious as all hell.” His brows furrowed, and he shook his head.
“No, it's fuckin’—fuck off. No, it's not.” He kicked another stone. “It's pretty. Pretty like… like your face.” Pretty. “Nothin’ like a hyena.” Hyena? “I think I'm gonna puke.”
He did.
Roman’s Office | 10:47 pm
“Hi.” A small voice lounging across from me pulls my attention. I look up from the computer and rest my head in my hand, my elbow propped on his desk.
“Hi.” I smile softly with a raised brow.“Need somethin’?” The grin that breaks across his features is almost childlike. His big brown eyes could even be mistaken for innocent; I knew better.
“As a matter of fact…” Extremely happy to have garnered my attention, he pulls himself to a sitting position. “Yes!” With a swift motion, he slams his whiskey onto the coffee table. The sharp sound of glass on glass reverberates throughout the room.
“Yes?”
“Yes?” His voice drops into a cartoonish impersonation of my own. His hand was still clasped around his drink for some reason. Flipping his face up to me with a saccharine simper, he adds, “Will you kindly suck my cock?”
“Will you kindly go fuck yourself?” My impression of him was just as cartoonish as his of me. The hand holding my head returns to typing. Groaning loudly, he lets go of his glass to dramatically fall back into the couch.
“Will you? ‘Cause I’m fuckin’ bored!” He drags out his words until they turn to whine. “This is fucking boring. Aren’t you bored?”
“Yes, you’re extremely boring.”
“Hurr-hurr.” He mocks while crinkling his nose. “I’ll have you know I’m anything but and am widely known as delightful company.” A snort escapes my nose and Roman smiles.
“Really? I thought you were widely known as a terrible person.” He rolls his eyes as I quote his cousin.
“Yeah, yeah fuck you.” He gives me the finger. I flip him off in return. “The fuck does Nosferatu fuckin’ know anyways?” The nickname makes me chuckle and has Roman mimicking Greg. “Oh, I—I couldn’t help but—couldn’t help but notice that my gargantuan height may be alarm—alarming the schoolchildren. I—is that why Iverson is um c—crying? Or is he like, I—I mean, is he… y—ya know… special?”
The laughter still bubbled up uncontrollably even as I tried maintaining focus on the task at hand. My passive interest towards Roman was annoying him to no end.
“Come on! I want entertainment! Entertain me, woman!” I roll my eyes. A cinnamon tinted stare was steady burning apertures into my features, willing me to stop ignoring him. “Come—Come on…” His hands outstretch in my direction, middle and index finger beckoning quickly. “Come show big daddy watcha got.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, my typing stops and I fully turn my attention towards him. His face contorts in a grimace already knowing what was to come. My brows raise as I slowly repeat his words back to him.
“Come show big daddy what I got?” Roman’s hands drag down his face and he groans loudly as soon as big leaves my mouth.
“Oh, fuck y—shut the fuck up.” He sinks lower into the couch with high hopes of it swallowing him whole. The smile that breaks across my features is downright malevolent. I couldn’t recall having ever seen him this embarrassed. Surprising, considering all the lewd shit he spews at me daily. There was something sick inside me that enjoyed it. The urge to play cat rather than mouse overtakes me.
“No, no, no. I just want to understand you clearly, Mr. Roy.” Our dynamic had never been much of a professional one. I couldn’t recall the last time I had addressed him so formally but I wanted to really get under his skin. Oddly enjoying my place in its prickled embrace. Rising from my chair, I place both palms on the desk and lean forward with a pout. “Are you saying you wanna shut me up with your cock, big daddy?”
“I’m going to fucking kill myself.” He was pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Aw! Weawwy, Daddy? Jus' 'cause I won't suwck yo big thick cock?” At that, a cushion flies towards my head. I narrowly catch it as I’m doubling over in laughter. He’s standing now, hands overtly animated.
“I swear to GOD, I’m going to fucking—fuck! Fuck you! Out the window!” He’s angrily pointing towards the giant window panes beside him. “I’m going to throw you out the fucking window!”
“Oh wow, you’re gonna fuck me out the window?” His face was the deepest shade of crimson I had ever seen it.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I swear to Christ I’ll—“
“You’ll what?” I was doing a piss-poor job at stifling my laughter.
“I just fucking told you. Ass through glass.” He dismissively waves a hand in the air.
“Bullshit.” Finally looking at me, I cross my arms. His eyes flicker to my chest. “You don’t have the balls.”
“Are you saying I don’t have the balls to murder you?” The words come out in a bemused laugh. “I could murder the fuckin’—murder the shit out of you. Easily.”
“Okay.” With a shrug of my shoulders, I feel a dark coil in the back of my mind start to twist. “Prove it.”
“Prove it? You want me to—to what? Throw you through the goddamn window right now?”
I smirk back at him with a shrug, an inkling I had about him spilling to the forefront of my mind. It colors my vision and stains my tongue. If there was ever a time to find out if my suspicions held true, for some reason, I decided that now was the time. The office was definitely empty at this hour, and the privacy blinds were drawn, so no cameras. Risky as all hell, but if things go south, maybe I could play it off as riffing. I could be quite the convincing liar when I needed to be. My mother saw to that.
“See? I knew it.” With hands on my hips, I tilt my head to size him up. My tone shifts into something silky as sin. “You won’t do shit.” The air begins filling with static causing Roman’s lips to twitch. “You and I both know it. Don’t we…” I slide out from behind the desk, feeling taller as I grow closer. Feeling bolder seeing him swallow. “Romulus?” Using his father’s nickname for him causes his nostrils to flare. A clench in the jaw, a quick exhale. I fucking knew it. “So why don’t you just…” Fully standing in front of him now, I look down with a smirk “sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up for once in your life.”
The air was now overcome with static. Thick and heavy. The subjugated desire etched into his features felt so familiar to me. While I had never seen him this way, or anyone else for that matter, I myself had given that look many a time. That inkling I had was no longer an inkling. It had grown roots that smiled with wicked teeth; I was right.
The electric silence between us started to prick at my skin. My bottom lip twitches as it fought against every instinct to fill the silence with some form of an apology. To try and turn my sudden shift from dominance back into normalcy. His eyes dart to my mouth immediately; he knows.
“Make me.” His head slowly tilts upwards, as do the corners of his lips. The heat that had been slowly brewing between us for well over a year licks up my thighs. He was sneering up at me as we stood toe to toe. His burnt espresso eyes had my mind spiraling in their steam. The look on his face said everything. He saw me, he had me, he called my bluff, he won.
No.
My hand wound itself in the silky hair at the nape of his neck and I use it to jerk his head back. His jaw immediately goes slack. Something akin to a whimper escapes his throat. Surprise has my brows raising and Roman feeling embarrassed. His heavy lids fall and he turns himself away. Reaching up with my free hand, I grip his jaw until he’s facing me once again.
“Look at me.” He does in an instant and I’m flooded by a mixture of emotions. Relief, power, love. I never want to forget how he looks beneath my hands. The way his pupils eclipse the hazel of his eyes. The way his freckles scatter under the pinkish hue of a blush. The way his lips part slightly as his breath shakes out across them. Just as my eyes dance across his every feature, his do mine. Is he etching my features into his own memory?
He attempts to lean forward but I hold him steady. Roman wanted to kiss me but I wanted to tease. I press my lips beside his mouth before trailing them along the smooth path of skin leading to his ear. Sucking his skin into my mouth, I bit gently. A soft sound of content slips from his lips, so I trace up the shell of his ear with my tongue. Upon my return, I bite down once more; harder this time. Just as my teeth release him, the fist tangled in his hair gives a sharp tug. His hum bleeds into a moan that has me squeezing my thighs together. A cool plume of air billows past my lips along the now damp skin; goosebumps erupt immediately. I slide my hand from his jaw until my fingers wrap around his throat to hold him.
“Do you like this, Rome?” The soft whisper has him murmuring his satisfaction. “Come on…” I lightly squeeze his throat. “Be a good boy and use your words.” When I pull away to look at his face, I find his lids are nearly shut.
“Y-yeah.” He swallows in an attempt to steady himself. It doesn’t. “Y-yes, I like it.” He could barely look me in the eyes and it made my stomach flip in the best way possible.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this.” The words slip out before I have the chance to stop them. He inhales sharply, and the air seems to rattle through his skull. His eyes quickly leave mine as his face warms considerably. My heart beats as if it were trying to rip itself from my chest and collide with his. The blood rushing in my ears was chanting 'I love you' over and over again. My teeth dig into my cheek until the taste of blood envelops my tongue. I'm raging a war with my own body in silence. This newfound power was locking talons with my own subjugated nature and death spiraling through the emotion in my chest.
His pulse was racing underneath my thumb. My voice cascades over his flushed skin as I let feather light kisses rain upon him. His first name glides along the tip of his right cheek, his last over the tip of his left. Hovering just out of his reach, I whisper into his open mouth.
“Tell me what you need.” He desperately tries to press his lips into mine but I just pull back. He grunts in frustration.
“Just fuckin’ kiss me already.”
“No.” Releasing my grip, I shove him into the couch. He trips backwards, gracelessly collapsing into the cushions. I climb onto his lap with my knees pressed to either side of his hips. With one hand, I weave my fist around his tie and pull him to me. My other grips his jaw tightly. “You wanna try that again?” His jaw clenches beneath my fingers. His eyes were wild as they flared up at me. Suddenly, his hands lock onto my hips, hard. He pushes his face into my fingers until the tips of our noses bump together.
“I said, just fucking kiss me and I meant do it now.” His words were caught somewhere between a hiss and a growl. He never could handle the word no, so his response shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. The power I’d been holding over him was now leaking through the lace under my skirt. My thighs instinctively flex around him and it has him digging his fingers in harder. A liquid heat spreads through my chest at the thought of later seeing the bruises he was surely leaving behind.
“Well?” My teeth clench and the hand holding his jaw twitches. The attitude lacing his voice drug it’s nails up my spine as I’m reminded of how entitled he could be. He wasn’t supposed to be the one making demands anymore. His smile twitches as a darkness blooms behind his glee. “You wanna hit me don’t you?” My grip loosened; my lungs suddenly feeling like he held them in his fist.
“W-what?” I didn’t want to hit him. Did I? He was selfish, he was arrogant, and he could be so goddamn cruel. Still, the urge to physically harm him was something I had never once encountered. Knowing the history of his childhood and having bared witness to his father’s present day violence against him had made me hyper aware of the constant pain pulsing below his surface. My eyes rapidly blink as they search past his burning stare and into the darkened crevices of his soul.
Oh—he wanted me to hurt him.
His need for it radiating from the blackened pits to scald me. It scared me. It scared me because it felt dark. It felt wrong. But it scared me the most of all because suddenly in this moment, I wanted to. “I-I don’t-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Again, my teeth clench and my grip retightens on his jaw. His smile grew. Mother fucker knew what he was doing. He was basking in it.
He reaches for my hand wound in his tie, quickly unraveling before bringing it to his throat. His own then slide towards my ass. Gripping tightly, he pushes me down against his length to make sure I felt how badly he wanted this. He throbbed against my center; he wanted it bad. “Listen to me. You’re gonna let go of my jaw and you’re gonna fuckin’ slap me, aright?” I nod and release him. “Fuckin’ hit me.” As I draw back my palm, his tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip.
Slap.
My palm makes contact and brushes across his cheek. It was a sad attempt really. Weak. Even though I knew he wanted it, needed it, something inside held me back.
I was still scared of harming him.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Come on!” He roughly digs his fingers into my ass, significantly harder than before. “I said fucking slap me!”
Crack.
I slapped him. Hard. His face jerks to the side. My hand stung as it instinctively goes to cover my mouth in shock of myself. His lips twitch before slowly turning up in a demented grin. A bloom of red seeps out from his bottom lip and his tongue slides across it. With the taste of his own blood, his smile widens. He laughs softly to himself and I slowly lower my hand.
“There she is.” His voice low, a rumbling purr. “You fuckin’ bitch.” The hand I had just used to strike instantly flies into the mess of his hair; our lips collide. A groan escapes, but from which of us—I didn’t know. The metallic taste of him fueled me. It felt frantic, bruising, needy. We pushed ourselves into each other as if we were feral creatures, held captive and starved. Feeding on something we had buried deep inside only to be found behind the teeth of the other. Sucking his tongue into my mouth causes him to moan and set me ablaze.
I force our mouths apart with a pull of his hair; desperately needing to catch my breath and clear my head. Panting heavily, we stare into the depths of the other in quiet disbelief. This was really happening.
“You sure you want this?” I needed to hear him confirm that he did, in-fact, want to go where we were obviously heading. I knew Roman long enough to know he had serious intimacy issues. Their seeming lack of presence in this moment had me in a whirlwind. He pressed himself into my center once again, his nails bruising crescents into my skin.
“What do you fuckin’ think, dumbass?” I let go of his throat and dig my own nails into his jaw to grip him harshly. He openly smiles with swollen lips.
“Tell me then. Tell me exactly what you want.” His expression falters and his jaw tenses beneath my fingers, eyes flickering from mine.
“You know what I fuckin’ want.” His words seep through gritted teeth. I press my forehead to his. Ever so slowly, I begin rhythmically grinding my hips down upon him. The friction causing his eyes to slip shut. A loud groan escapes from somewhere deep within his chest.
“Roman, I swear to God I’ll stop.” He doesn’t say anything so I still my hips. Umber eyes shoot open and he tries to move me himself. I won’t budge. “I will get up and I will fucking leave you here like this. Pathetic and alone with nothing but your hand.” As the words leave my mouth, so do my hips leave his. His brows snap together and tries in vain to pull me back down again. Still, I don’t budge. “I will walk out this door and you will never fucking see me again. Is that what you want?” The threat was hollow but said with a bite that had shaken me. I was falling into this role a little too easily, a little too well.
He gapes up at me when I completely let go of him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I attempt to push myself off. It’s him who doesn’t budge this time. He yanks me back down with every ounce of strength his small frame contained. The sudden action has all the air escaping my lungs. With a hand clasped to the back of my neck, he seizes me into a searing kiss.
“Whatever you want.” The words frantically rush into my mouth. “I don’t care.” Fighting against the grip on my neck, he finally gives. I pull back to contemplate his words. Tilting my head slightly, my gaze falls to his tie. An idea begins forming as I slowly untie the silk. My nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt has him intently studying my face. Whatever I want.
Cupping his warm face in one hand, I smear the blood of his bottom lip with my thumb. He parts his mouth and sucks it in. With my other, I reach for Roman’s and slide his own thumb into my waiting mouth. As I swirl my tongue around him, Roman’s eyes darken and he sucks me harder.
Pulling from his lips with a pop, I rub my now wet thumb against his nipple. A soft moan is let loose. My tongue continuously plays with him inside me. He shudders as I pinch the bud beneath my fingers before doing the same to the other. Letting go of his hand, I reach forward to pinch both simultaneously and he groans loudly.
My cheeks hollow around his thumb as he slips it from me. He drags it down my bottom lip and stares intently. Transfixed by my spit glistening in the incandescent light. Cupping my jaw, he pulls me forward to replace his thumb with his tongue. That familiar groan returning when I suck him in. His other hand tangles itself into my staticky waves and he kisses me with everything he has.
“Give me your wrists.” The order was partially muffled against his mouth.
“Huh?” The question was mumbled into my lips.
“I said,” Threading my fingers into his own hair, I pull him back. “give me your fucking wrists.” With a dramatic tug, his tie is jerked from underneath his collar in a rush. He sat still, blinking up at me. The walnut shells of his eyes fall into my hands. There was a slight apprehension, a nervousness to them. “Do you trust me, Rome?”
“Y-yeah.” His voice was hushed as he presents his hands to me and I slowly start wrapping the silk around his wrists.
“We can stop at anytime. You know that, right? Just say the word and I’ll stop immediately.” My reassurance seems to irritate more than comfort. He rolls his eyes with a tilt of the head.
“Would you fuck off? I’m fine.” A crease digs itself into the bridge of his nose and my actions immediately still.
“I’m not going to fuck off unless I know that you know that you’re safe with me, okay?” This dominate role was far from the submissive one I was innately familiar with. We obviously had never discussed boundaries and I didn’t know where the lines were anymore. “I need you to know you can speak up. That I’ll stop the second you tell me to.” Roman looks like he’d rather get a root canal than continue this discussion, but I don’t care. This was far too important. “I need you to know that your comfort is important—that your feelings matter.”
“I fucking know it, alright?” He snapped before groaning and throwing his head back. “God, what the fuck else do you need to know before you just shut the fuck up and get on with it already?” My hand quickly finds its way to his throat with a squeeze. He seems more than pleased by this response.
“Do you wanna fucking cum?”
“Clearly I wanna fuckin’—“ My other hand slaps over his mouth and I can feel him smiling underneath my palm. Roman was gladly trying to piss me off. He was itching to see me lose control; yearned to meet the creature locked inside me. The wicked one I never acknowledged or came near; the demon only he could see. She bathes me in the blood of solidified suspicions.
Roman didn’t want my empathy.
Roman wanted my cruelty.
“Then are you fucking stupid? If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll make damn sure to have you crying like a little bitch before I even think of letting you cum.” His eyes blackened as he watches my succubuss unhinge her jaw to swallow me whole. “Got it?” He nods quickly. Rapid bursts of air shoot from his nose across the back of my hand. “And lose the fuckin’ attitude.” Removing my hand, I slap him across the mouth; handing myself over to his desires completely.
Having finished binding his wrists and setting them behind his head, I rise from the couch. Standing between his ankles, I unzip my skirt and let it fall to my feet. The muscles in his forearms flex. His tongue peaks between his lips as he gawked at the damp lace between my thighs. Sliding my finger below his chin, I tilt his head until he meets my eyes.
“You know what I want, Roman?” My hand takes home around his throat once again. Now having his full attention, I feel him swallow as he shakes his head. His excitement was palpable. Settling my right knee between his thighs, I nudge it gently against his hard length. His nostrils flare with a sharp inhale. “I want you to watch me get myself off on your thigh.” He groans loudly. I couldn’t tell if it was out of desire, frustration, or a mixture of both but the response delighted me nonetheless. Placing my left knee to the other side of his thigh, I fully seat myself upon him. “Knowing there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.”
“Fuck.” Slowly grinding against the fabric of his thigh, my lashes flutter at the sensation. A soft moan escapes me before I can stop it. I was dripping wet and could already feel myself swiftly ruining his ostentatiously expensive pants.
“How does it feel Roman? To have me use you like this?“ A whimper meets my ears. His eyes transfixed on my clothed center sliding roughly against his thigh. There was a fire beneath his skin and he was entranced by the sight of kerosene being poured upon it. “To ruin you like this?” His smokey gaze flickers up to mine and I use the moment to grind myself harder against him. The rough friction elicits another moan from me, louder this time. “This is all you’re good for—” My final word comes out in a whine causing Roman to tear into his bottom lip hard enough to draw more blood. “Tell me. How does it feel?” I nudge my knee into his throbbing member once more and the deepest groan ripples through his teeth. His arms jerk against his binds as I use my free hand to sharply twist his nipple. “Answer me!”
“Good! It feels—Fuck.” The sentiment came out hoarse and husky. He shoves his head back into his tied wrists, thrusting himself against my knee. “Feels so f-fuckin’ good.” Digging my thumb into his pulse point, I slide my knee back. He whines; all hopes of friction dashing in an instant.
“No. You don’t get to cum until I say you do. Got it, you demented little fuck?” He’s a whimpering mess beneath me; eyes wide and watery. I wanted to drown myself in the sight and never touch the light of day again.
My thong bunches to the side from the aggression in my movements. Now fully bare against him, a shiver rushes through me as my clit kisses the luxurious fabric of his thigh. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“If you don’t fucking behave I swear to God I’ll leave you like this—tied up and soaking for whoever to find.” The bite in my threats were losing their edge. My voice lost somewhere between a moan and sigh. An impending orgasm flicks it’s tongue at the base of my spine.
“Wouldn’t want it to be your father who finds you like this, would you?” A mangled whine shakes itself from his throat and has me smiling.
The blood seeping from his parted lips seem to glitter under the city light of his windows. I flatten my tongue across his jaw and drag it up his chin until my mouth fills with copper. The taste causes a sigh to slip from my mouth into his.
“You’re close. I-I can feel it.” His voice tight and high-pitched as he starts to slightly bounce his leg. “You’ve f-fucking drenched me.” The jolting of his thigh into my clit has my head falling into his shoulder; grinding harder and faster against him. The nails of my right hand embed themselves into the skin of his waist. A carnal mosaic of the flesh born below my grip. I was at the brink. “I-I wanna feel you cum.” He’s whining as he starts to bounce his leg faster; face buried in my hair. His shaking breath against my cheek has my entire body erupting in goosebumps. “P-please lemme f-feel you cum.” His beg hitches to an even higher pitch. His thigh nearly vibrating under me, desperate pleas rippling through me. Every nerve ending in my body felt ablaze.
It was all too much.
A scream rips from my lungs and I sink my teeth into the flesh of Roman’s shoulder. He tasted of salt and brimstone. My nails frenetically scratch into his skin as my thighs tremble and squeeze. Groans barrel up from his chest to mingle with my own. My release shatters through me with a blinding intensity I had never experienced before. I was overflowing; drenching his thigh to seep into his soul.
The heaving of our chests pressed tightly together slowly lulls me back down again. My fingertips absentmindedly painting shapes into his skin with the blood I’d drawn from his waist. Sparkles of light and voids of soot twirl across my vision. An indention of my teeth remained etched into his shoulder. He shudders when I press a soft kiss onto the bruised skin. My head falling heavy when it replaces my mouth to lean into him.
I’m suddenly reminded of Roman’s own much needed release upon finding his hips desperately grinding circles into empty air. He’s whimpering; body begging. My hand still cradled his throat so I languidly brush my thumb along his pulse point. His heart was racing.
“Do you need to cum, Roman?” A loud, high-pitched whine answers me.
“Please.” The word comes out in a choked sob. “I need—“ He was fighting against his binds, the silk digging painfully into his wrists. “Please.” He frantically presses open mouth kisses into any inch of my skin that he could reach; pleading with glassy eyes. “Please lemme cum.” I leave his throat to gently cup his cheek and smile softly before pulling back from him. “No—“ He stops himself when I thread one hand into his hair and place the other bloodied one atop his chest.
“You gonna cum your pants for me, Romie?” I take my sweet time sliding my palm towards where he needs it most. “Like the needy little slut that you are?” The whispered words were dripping in ghost pepper honey that had him swallowing. “Are you that desperate? That pathetic?”
“Yes.” The answer comes out in a quiet quick rush of air. “Y-yeah, I am.” My hand finally reaches his pulsing length and it twitches beneath my fingers. He immediately ruts against my palm and I squeeze him before jerking his head back.
“Stop.” He clenches his teeth but surprisingly does. Tensing beneath me, using every ounce of self control to still himself. He was trembling beneath my grasp. Frustrated tears caressed his lashes and began streaming down his flushed cheeks. His breath was coming out hard and shallow through flared nostrils.
A memory flashes through my mind: Roman’s captivated stare watching his glistening thumb press into my bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.” Again, he follows my orders instantly. Hovering my face above his, my lips purse with a drop of spit. He catches it with a moan that I immediately kiss into my mouth. “Cum.” My voice drops just above a whisper against his raw lips. “Make a mess of yourself.”
He instantly begins fucking himself roughly into my grip. The heat of his flesh searing me through the fabric. Grunting into my open mouth as I tug his hair into the cushions just below his wrists. His hands opening and closing before locking into tight fists. “Look at me.” His eyes shoot open. “Such a good boy for me.” A familiar emotion swirls through the sliver of hazel around his pupils. His lids flutter as he fought with everything in him to keep himself rooted in my gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Roman.”
His hips shoot from the couch as he explodes and spreads me open across his thigh. The sensation causes my breath to catch in my throat. A gravely yell rips from the deepest parts of himself and tears apart every muscle in my body. He pours everything he has into the fabric beneath my hand with wide eyes never leaving mine. He collapses hard with shuttering breaths; body limp and twitching.
I release him to bring my palm to my lips; the slightest bit damp from him. My tongue paints his taste into my memory with pupils blown. Jaw slack, he watches intently through heavy wet lashes. His muddy eyes fill with that same emotion I had seen from him earlier.
“Lemme taste you.” The request was nearly silent but it rattled me like a wail. If I was any further from him I wouldn’t have heard it, but I did and couldn’t believe he had asked. Lifting my hips slightly, I run two fingers through my sensitive folds and shiver. He immediately takes notice and a ghost of a smile tugs at his lips.
My fingers tremble as they rise towards his mouth. He inhales deeply before parting his lips for me. Slipping into the velvet of his mouth, his eyes flutter shut. His pointed tongue runs up between their gaps before flattening to drag back down. He was savoring every drop as if he were a starved man lost at sea. An involuntary hum reverberates from his throat into my skin and his cheeks seem to darken even more. He playfully bites down with sparkling eyes when I slip my fingers from his warm mouth.
The sight had the blood pounding in my ears beginning their familiar chant: ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’ It overwhelmed me and I couldn’t help but pull him into one last searing kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue had my head spinning. Here on my knees, I prayed to a godless sky that he could taste my heart overflowing into his mouth. Cupping his cheeks in both hands, my thumbs brush away the damp paths left by his previous tears. His forehead suddenly creases beneath mine.
“You okay, Rome?” He shakes my hands from his face and turns away from me. My own brows knot together in worry.
“I’m fine.” His face further contorts upon hearing how his voice cracked. It might as well have cracked my ribs right along with it. He clenches his jaw before gnawing at the inside of his cheek. His hands form into tight fist behind his head. He was trying not to cry again.
My fingers twitch in my lap and it takes everything in me not to wrap him in my arms. Instead, I reach for his wrists and bring them forward. They felt heavy and limp in my hands. Right as I began my attempt at untying them, a small sniffle brings my attention back to Roman’s face.
“It’s okay if you’re not okay, you know?” I try to gently reassure him but it only deepens the tortured disgust in his features.
“I said I’m fucking fine.” The words are spit with a venom that eats through to my bones. Feeling me search his feature has him crumbling before me. Fresh tears immediately start spilling down his cheeks and into the pits of my soul. I couldn’t help but reach for him. He surprisingly lets me cup his cheek, so I gently turn him to face me. His eyes squeeze tighter below my lips as I lightly kiss their corners. The small gesture of affection has a mangled sob ripping from his chest. Fully burying his face into my hand, he lets himself weep into my palm.
Brushing back the strands of hair sticking to his sweat, I feel my own eyes filling with tears. Refusing to let myself cry, I leave his hair to clumsily attempt untying his wrists with one hand but the knot had grown significantly tighter. No doubt from Roman constantly pulling against it all this time.
“Hey, Rome?” He responds with a mangled sound in the back of his throat. A desperate need to comfort and free him started anxiously clawing at my throat. “Listen, I know you’re totally fine and everything but I’m actually not.” His watery eyes glance to me, not registering that I’m joking. “The she demon that possessed me, she—the bitch was a Girl Scout from hell. This knot’s tighter than a goddamn hangman’s noose.” Roman pulls his face from my hand while rapidly blinking. The sounds of grinding metal fill my ears and their smokey scent tickles my nose. I flash him a goofy, albeit nervous, smile and the gears inside his head finally click into place.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” There was no bite to his words, having spoke them through a bemused chuckle. He wipes his nose with back of his hand and inhales the remnants of his vulnerability. Grateful relief balms the scrapes at my neck left by worry’s desperate claws.
His smile falters when I suddenly get up and leave him; it's as if a burst of panic fills his chest. However, when he watches me pick up a pair of scissors and the joggers from his gym bag, I sense the tension in him ease slightly. It's only when I climb back atop his thigh that he appears fully relieved. The weight of my warmth sinking into him seems to ground him.
After tossing his change of pants onto the cushion beside us, I carefully slide the blade under his tie and free him. The silk had dug in painfully, leaving nearly raw indentions in it’s wake. I mentally make a note to check my purse for some soothing lotion later as my fingers lightly brush across his skin. My thumbs begin rubbing into the muscles of his forearms. Roman was studying my face intently.
“These feel okay?” Shaking out his wrists, he rotates them a few times before letting them fall limp in my lap. It was his way of silently asking me to continue with my actions. He had far too much pride to express his desire for such a tender expression.
“Feels fine.�� He fights off a shy smile when my hands pick up where they left off, massaging him gently. “My side on the other hand feels like fuckin’ cruise papers with the way ya shredded me.” He chuckles but I could still hear the residual emotion behind it. I lift the corner of his shirt up to take a look. The sight has my stomach instantly dropping; tangled weeds of angry wounds imbedded deep into flesh. Needles of red hot guilt begin sewing threads of shame up my legs. Looking down, I’m greeted with his blood caked under my nails. Memories of violence and words of degradation take ownership of my lungs.
“Fuck Rome…” My voice cracks and I suddenly feel my own tears holding a knife to my throat. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Roman quickly tears the fabric from my grasp and yanks it down.
“Oh shit. No no no no no—fuck fuck fuck.” His panicked expression made me feel so much worse. The canines of an anxiety attack drag up the nape of my neck like a threat. “I—I was fucking kidding!”
“I shouldn’t have d—done that to you. I—I shouldn’t have hit you. I shouldn’t have said—I didn’t—Rome, I didn’t mean them! The words—I—I’m so sor—“
“Oh dear God, would you fuckin’ stop.” He quickly cut me off but I had already dove to the deep end of a molten lava shame spiral.
“I—I made you fucking bleed Roman!” He rolls his eyes. “Multiple times!” His hands slap themselves onto the sides of my face, pressing hard into my cheeks.
“Yeah and you licked it up and it was the sexiest fuckin’—” I couldn’t open my eyes to look at him. If I looked at him I’d most certainly start crying. “I mean, I’m literally fucking drenched in cum right now.” My mouth was set in a hard line but my bottom lip quivered. “Come on now…” Nope, didn’t have to look at him. Turns out his voice alone could send tears falling. “I was kidding! I liked the fuckin’—fuckin’ feral scratchy shit! It was hot! And—and I told you to hit me! I—I wanted it! I wanted you to say all that fuckin’ nasty shit!” His fingers press into my skin harder as if he could force his sentiments to penetrate my skull. “I…I fuckin’ loved it. Like a lot. Okay?” My head was shaking back and forth trying to gain some control over my emotions, shake free of my tears. Roman didn’t know that though. How could he? I wasn’t speaking. He probably thought my actions were just my way of rejecting him. “Please don’t fuckin’ do this.”
My eyes crack open as I remove Roman’s hands from my face. The knotted look of bewilderment etched into his features summons the childhood phantom of my mother. Taking her disembodied palm to slap me across the mouth and rattle me with shrill screams: ‘You need to pull yourself the fuck together!’ I follow suit, digging the heels of my palms into my eyes.
“Promise?” My question came out pathetic and small. I fucking hated it and I fucking hated crying. I’m being fucking ridiculous. Stupid.
“Again, and I can’t stress this enough, soaking in my own cum right now.” His reassurance comes with a laugh that tugs my frown up slightly.
“I just—I’m sorry. It was one thing in the moment but just like… I dunno. I’ve never done anything like that. I—I don’t know what came over me.” My face felt feverish as the backs of my hands wipe the shame staining my cheeks. “Seeing the aftermath just kinda, it just—The thought of actually hurting you makes me feel fucking sick, Rome.” I feel the back of Roman’s knuckle brush away the tears I had missed. Chancing a look at his face gifted me the softest expression I had ever seen from him. “I never want to cause you any real harm.” My voice sounded almost foreign, weak with emotion and vulnerability. Where did all my bravado go? Oh yeah, it’s dripping down my thighs.
“Well you didn’t, alright? I’m fine. Like completely. A-o-fuckin’-kay over here.” He throws me the okay symbol and tries offering me a reassuring smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“But you were crying, Rome.” The smile instantly drops.
“That? No, I wasn’t—“ He shakes his head before scratching at his jaw. “It—it wasn’t because of that.” My brows furrow, and he groans, hands dragging down his face. “Look, I didn’t—I don’t—fuck!” He shakes his fingers through his hair and looks as if he’s about to rip it out. Refusing to meet my eyes, his stare finally settles on my hands lying face up in my lap. “It was your fuckin’—your hands, okay? It was your fuckin’ hands.” My eyes fall from his face and focus on the blood staining my fingertips. So it really was because I hit him. “The way you—“ He sighs. “The way you held me.” Oh. His head falls back as a long frustrated groan escapes him, eyes searching for heaven in the ceiling. “I dunno, okay? It just felt—it felt—“ He couldn’t finish. His eyes fall shut before he continues, his voice even quieter than before. “All I could think about was how you had looked at me.” I swallow before whispering just as quietly as he.
“How did I look at you?”
“I don’t know.” His voice grew thick with emotion once again. He shakes his head and finally meets my eyes; looking so defeated and sad. His pain bled me. “You’re always fuckin’ lookin’ at me like—like—“ Again, he can’t finish. He clenches his jaw like a threat towards the words caught in his throat.
“Like I love you?” His eyes squeeze shut and he turns his face from me once again; hiding himself from my words. I watch him clench and unclench his jaw until courage clenches my own. “Because I do love you, Roman.” Every muscle in his body seemed to tense beneath me, but I couldn’t stop my feelings from shattering their shackles. They’d been locked up for so long that their first taste of freedom sends them sprinting. “I love you so fucking much.” He clenches his fists, still unable to open his eyes and look at me.
I let myself lean into him and lay my head onto his shoulder. His fist start to unfurl and he lets his head fall against mine. A shuddering breath leaves him and he buries his face into my hair, hands tentatively resting on my hips. We sit in silence as I listen to his breathing slowly steadying. Once it had nearly returned to normal, I feel his lips gently press into my temple.
“I love you too.” The words were murmured into me, a heavy sigh follows after them. “You have no fucking idea.” The wilted buds of my heart and mind begin to bloom. My arms wrap themselves around him and squeeze him to me tightly. He reluctantly wraps his arms around me as well; slowly tightening his embrace until he’s clinging to my soul. Turning my head I press a kiss into the side of his throat and hear him sigh once again; the weight between us was dissipating.
“I’m sorry for freaking out earlier.” The words he had stuttered out when trying to calm me drift to the forefront of my mind. “I—I liked it too.” The warmth of his skin embraces my shy confession. “What we did together, I mean.” I hear him snort and it has me smiling against him. The air was feeling lighter.
“I’d fuckin’ say so, ya fuckin’ banshee. You shoulda seen how fuckin’ hard you came. I mean—Jesus Christ, you were fuckin’ feral.” I hide my face further into his neck but can’t help the laughter that bubbles up from me. “And now you act all fuckin’ bashful and shit? How the fuck does that even work? You literally tied me up and road my thigh like a buckin’ bronco.” I bite his throat and my body shakes from his laughter vibrating through me.
“Fuck you! I’m complex.”
“Yeah, no shit.” He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls me back to face him. “You’re fuckin’ insane, you know that?” He was smiling as he said it. “You drive me fucking insane.”
“The feelings mutual.” His smile only widens and he bounces his leg. I yelp in surprise, frantically gripping at his arms to maintain balance. He’s giggling uncontrollably. “You’re a sick fuck, Roman Roy.”
“Ooo round two already, thigh master?” He bounces his leg again. I try to slap his chest but he catches my wrist with his freehand and pulls me into a kiss I’m never going to forget. It was different than all the ones we had shared prior. This one was so much softer, so much gentler. Our foreheads rest against one another. His smile against my lips illuminates every crevice once void of light; I was loved.
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I'm wondering who of the favs would be a perv and spy on princess from outside of her window, watching her hump a pillow on her pretty pink bed 💕
oh definitely haru :( he’s got a thing for stalking and is a little too good at concealing his presence .. he’s more of the type to break in n listen from outside of the bedroom door, just imagining everything that’s taking place just a few feet away from him, stroking his pretty flushed cock n biting away moans .. in fact, i think he’d get the incentive to come in, make himself known — he’s got enough skill behind him that he could shut you up if he needed- no, if he wanted you to.
adding choso to this too .. for him, it’s unintentional how he has a perfect view into your room from his side. he’s probably doing something mundane like studying or smoking a blunt .. it’s not his fault that you’re whimpering so damn loud even the music he’s playing doesn’t drown you out. so it also shouldn’t be his fault when his cock gets hard n leaky — and what’s he supposed to do? just leave it? absolutely not. he thinks he might die if he doesn’t take care of his little inconvenience, and god, he’s never felt as good .. just imagining something other than his stupid fleshlight wrapped around his cock has a sweet cacophony of groans and whines stringing from his throat.
#i couldn’t tell if this was a self ship post or not so i made it general !!#so we can all enjoy#but yeah#they’re the biggest pervs out of the favs#love them to death#choso’s such a secret pervert. acts all unbothered but he wants to fuck#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#choso smut#choso x reader smut#choso x reader#tr smut#tr x reader#tokyo revengers smut#sanzu smut#sanzu x reader#sanzu x reader smut#seraph.announces!
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— CW: 18+, smut! Anakin is filthy and disgusting and kind of a pervert (my favorite 💌). Spit kink (lots), dirty talk, slapping, choking, crying, dumbification, cum play, (slight) misogyny kink (?) (I'm struggling with the tags but this is... ew 🥰). | Not proofread! It's 1 am, excuse my mistakes.
— a/n: I am a whore, there is no other way to say it. Special thanks to my angel @sublimeflowerpersona for helping me and having the most lovely, filthy and gross convo with me. Te amo mucho mamasita, me haces sentir feliz 💌.
Sex with Anakin is always disgusting.
He loves to see you wiggle and squirm underneath him, begging to be ruined and split in half with his big, thick cock. Begging to be used and filled to the brim with his warm, sticky cum.
But it doesn't stop there— oh no. Anakin is rough, possessive and disgusting. He squeezes your cheeks to pry your mouth open and spit a thick glob of saliva on your tongue before patting your cheek harshly and saying: "Swallow, slut". And if you refuse or put any sort of resistance he will either slap your face so hard there will certainly be a slight bruise and you will cry in pain, giving him access or force your mouth open with his thumb in order to get what he wants.
He will keep slapping you until fat tears of pleasure and pain are rolling down your cheeks, which only turns him on even more. Until your lip quivers and your cheeks are numb.
He will spit on your tits, rubbing your perky, sensitive nipples with his thumbs and pinch them between his fingers, pull them until your back arches from the bed (or wherever he is fucking you in, on and or against), your breasts will feel swollen and sore but the pleasure is so delicious your tight, wet cunt will only get tighter making him grit his teeth and moan how much of a fucking masochist bitch you are.
He will use those strong, manly hands to spread your legs and lick a long stripe on your aching pussy, tasting you and rolling his eyes back at the delightful flavor. He unashamedly inhales your natural scent, muttering under his breath how much of a fucking deity you are. His nose rubs your clit as he uses his filthy tongue in and out your pathetic hole— deciding it is not wet enough, causing him to spit right on your your pussy and smiling cockily.
Anakin grabs the pair of dirty underwear that still hangs from your ankle, bringing them up to his face and sniffing right on the crotch, groaning in sheer delight at your scent. Your cheeks blush at the obscene sight and as much as you try to look away, you can't, you simply can't. His eyes roll back and you swear that, when those blue eyes meet yours again, they look darker, needier and even more beautiful (if that's even possible).
"I'm keeping these" He swears in a heated whisper and you can't deny him such thing. Not when he is making you feel so good.
Anakin also has a filthy mouth. He will call you names and laugh, mock your little faces and blissful faces while he grips at your ankles, spreading your legs open to an extent you weren't possible. His hips slamming against the poor back of your thighs is creating a loud slap, mixed with the wet clench of your cunt struggling to accommodate his size.
"Stop fucking crying" He growls from above you, staring at how your pretty tits bounce with every thrust. He slaps them too, careful to not miss your hard, tender nipples. "It's your fault I'm this hard in the first place— no one asked you to wear that mini skirt, showing off what's mine."
"Keep your legs open, that's all you are good for aren't you? Fucking little bitch." Anakin released one of your ankles only to wrap it around your neck, pushing your body against the bed and cutting your air flow to a point you began to panic and see tiny black spot in your vision. "Shit— you just got even tighter, baby. Like it when I choke you? I know you do, you don't need to answer me."
And you don't even try either.
When he releases your neck you are sweating, fisting his dirty sheets until your knuckles are white and rolling your head side to side in a weak attempt to control yourself— but it's pointless, it always is.
"Look at me when you come" Anakin orders, biting his lower lip and twitching inside you when you obey. "Good bitch, glad to know at least something gets through that thick skull of yours… I always thought you only think with this pretty tight pussy."
When you do, it's a wonderful spectacle he will never get tired of.
And soon, he is climaxing as well, filling you up just like he knows you like, or if you don't, he doesn't really care. You belong to him, your needs and wants aren't his problem. All you need to do is please him.
When Anakin pulls out he immediately lowers back in between your legs and uses his tongue to scoop the mixed fluids, your sweet cum with his salty seed; climbing back on top of you and running his fingers through your hair to force your head back and your mouth open once again, spitting your combined releases inside your awaiting mouth. Then, he kisses you passionately, all teeth and tongue, and his kisses are just as sloppy and sensual as his orals. You moan weakly at the taste, rubbing his shoulder blades and pressing his sweaty chest against your trembling body.
"I love you, my beautiful baby" Anakin whispers in your ear, nibbling it softly.
"I love you too" You gasp in a hoarse voice consequence of all the screaming and sobbing.
His hands caress your sides as he begins to lick the sweat off your body, starting with your neck, continuing with your tits and ending with your thighs. Anakin is completely enraptured with you, it doesn't matter how disgusting you may find it, he will never, ever, get enough of you.
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your kid brothers best friend gives you the creeps.
eddie munson is a twenty year old man repeating his senior year for the third time. he is closer to your age than your brothers.
you dread coming home for the breaks because he is always around. your brother would roll his eyes and call you crazy when you’d tell him of the inappropriate actions of his friend. it made sense that he wouldn’t believe you considering that eddie only did it when your brother wasn’t looking.
from throwing you lascivious gazes to thrusting his hips against your ass as he slid past you. you’d glare and push him away, sometimes having to resort to prying his hands from your hips when he whispers about liking his women older. but his smile would go from lecherous to innocent when your brother would come into view.
eddie held his fingers up to his mouth in the shape of a ‘v’, flicking his tongue in the space between his fingers. you grimaced at the lewd action, it sent a shiver up your spine. your brother caught sight of you and rolled his eyes, murmuring about how dramatic you were. eddie chuckled, agreeing as he sent you a wink and a sly smile.
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