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stevieschrodinger · 7 months

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Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU

Part One

Part Two

PART THREE

"It's like a TV show, but on YouTube."

"Right," Steve answers, half listening to Dustin's explanation, "so it, like what, has an air time, or whatever?"

"Yeah, like a series."

"And it's just, what, famous people playing dipshits and dickheads?"

"Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvveeeeeeeeeeee why are you like this?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugs, trying to read a recipe online. Unfortunately that's resulted in his having to scroll past someones entire fucking life story and he's ready to give up and try and work out the dumb Oreo cake recipe himself, "just lucky, I guess."

Dustin drops his head on the kitchen counter like Steve is the greatest difficulty he's ever going to face.

"So why do you need to be here to watch this?"

"Because we all want to watch it together, the guests are Corroded Coffin, they all like, play, the whole band, it's so cool-"

"Corroded Coffin? Playing your nerd game?" Steve's interest leaks through before he can stop it, "I mean, like, I think I've heard of them?" The last thing he needs is the kids finding out he's been kind of friends kind of flirting kind of maybe wants to date the actual Eddie Munson.

Dustin looks at him skeptically, "yeah...so you-"

"You can all watch it here, it's fine...I'll make cookies."

Dustin's completely distracted by his own success, instantly whipping out his phone to inform the other kids. Steve's pretty sure their group chat is called 'No Steve's allowed' but he hasn't actually found out for sure yet.

Steve does bake cookies. All the kids are gathered around his smart TV, absolutely demolishing them while they wait for this thing to start. It's like, an actual channel, with intros and graphics and stuff, a logo that reads 'Final Roll.'

And there's Eddie and the band, sitting around a table with two dudes who must run the channel. They all have the bits of paper and dice and little figures that Steve's used to seeing when the kids commandeer his dining room table.

There's preemptive ramble, and Steve leans forward a little every time Eddie's in shot. He's relieved all the kids are all sitting in front of him and all glued to the TV, so he can ogle in peace. They do introductions, and then everyone introduces their characters.

"May I introduce Sir Steven, the half elf paladin," behind Eddie Gareth rolls his eyes so hard his whole fucking body moves. Steve can see him and Geoff mouthing something to each other. Steve can only assume it's because Eddie has named his character, presumably, after him, "he has a sworn oath to always protect those weaker than himself."

Steve's heart fucking melts.

Steve's phone is buzzing. He's prepared. He knows Eddie's back in the country, they've been talking for months. Steve's kind of done waiting, and he's ready to press his advantage. He's had this set up for a little while, just waiting for the right moment. He presses play, and then answers the phone.

"Hey Stevie how-...are you listening to Corroded Coffin?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve turns it down, bomb dropped, trap sprung, advantage played, "the kids absolutely love them, they're trying to get me into them even though they're not exactly my thing."

"Right, ah, right, what do you, uhm, think?"

"Yeah. Still not my thing-"

"Oh."

"But I really like it when the lead guy sings."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, not the like, shouty growly singing, I can't understand a fucking thing he's saying-" Eddie chuckles, "but like, the parts where he properly sings. I think he has a beautiful voice."

"I ah, well, I mean, I bet the, uhm, shouty bits are hard work, you know. I expect that takes a lot of, you know, practice. Hell on the throat. I imagine, I would guess anyway, I don't actually, like know-"

"No no, yeah, well, maybe he should just sing more then, save those vocal chords, or whatever. I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve can practically hear Eddie blushing down the phone. Eddie's so cute when he goes shy.

"Yeah." There's a long beat of silence before Steve goes in for the kill, "the kids are trying to get me to go see them. They're in the states now, apparently. Will be playing a gig in Indie."

"Yeah they are- I mean, I assume they are, most bands, uhm, yeah-" And Steve is hardly holding it together, Eddie is such a bad liar, and he's trying so hard not to lie at all. Steve doesn't know how he;s keeping his tone normal and not letting the whole ass cat out of the bag.

"And the kids are absolutely itching to go, you know? But tickets man, they're all doing every chore they can find to get some extra cash, but tickets are pricey, and for eight of us? Because I'll need someone else to help me chaperone and, you know..."

"I. I might...know a guy. Maybe. Like, because of the band I might...know someone who can get you tickets."

"Seriously? Eddie that would be incredible, the kids will absolutely loose their shit."

"Yeah, ah, is your work email cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course of course, man, the kids are going to love you for like, forever."

And maybe I will too, Steve just about manages to keep the words inside.

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neonghostlights · 10 months

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Leaky Pipes

Warnings: SMUT, Unprotected Sex, Cheating (but not really), Oral (f receiving), Fluff, Role Playing, Clit Slapping (just once) 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.4k

Plumber!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

The knock on the front door had you jumping up from your seat. You smoothed the front of your sundress down, white with little yellow flowers. Your husband's favorite.

You took one deep breath, peeking into the mirror that hung by the doorway to make sure you were still put together. You quickly wiped at the lipstick smeared on the side of your mouth from when your husband had kissed you before he left the house earlier.

You opened the door to find the local plumber with his red metal toolbox clutched tightly between his hands. He had his dark curls pulled back into a low bun. His collared work shirt has the name Eddie on an ironed patch on his chest.

You didn’t know plumbers could be that cute.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m here to fix your pipes,” he said with a small smirk as you bit your lips and looked him up and down all the way from his steel toe boots to his big brown eyes.

“S-sure. Come in,” you said as he stepped aside for him to enter, fiddling with the ring on your left hand.

He let out a low whistle when he saw the inside of your home.

“Your husband must really love you to get you a house like this,” he commented.

“I guess,” you said shyly, twiddling with your hands in front of you.

Eddie hummed in response as he watched you.

“Kitchen’s this way,” you said, gesturing for him to follow you.

Eddie whistled as he climbed under your kitchen sink where the leak was. He laid on his back, his head completely disappeared inside the cabinet.

You eyed the way he laid with his feet pressed against the floor. From this angle you could see the bulge straining in his pants from where he was worked up already.

He really did look good.

And it gave you an idea.

You slowly back away, the flesh of your ass meeting the kitchen table. You slowly hiked yourself up to sit on it. Praying that it wouldn’t collapse underneath you.

When the table proved to be steady you slowly parted your legs slightly. The air met your pantiless cunt, making you shiver slightly in anticipation.

Your sundress hiked up your thighs, giving Eddie the perfect view if he would just look up.

“You been a plumber for long?” You ask sweetly.

“Not long. Actually just started,” you hear him answer without looking at you.

“What was that?” You asked.

He lifted his head to answer you again, just to be met with the sight of you exposed for him.

His eyes went wide as his hands froze on whatever he was working on.

The wrench clatters to the ground as he pulls himself out from under the sink. Instead of standing, he pushes himself to his knees.

You thought you were in charge of this, that you would call the shots. But all of that went out the window as you watched Eddie crawl towards you on all fours. His eyes never leave the place between your legs.

He looked up with you with blown pupils. His eyes were almost completely black with lust.

He took a finger, dragging it through your folds slowly. When he collected enough, he held it up in front of the both of you, your slick covering his long fingers, glistening under the lights.

He tsked. “Looks like you sprung another leak, baby. You want me to fix that?”

You nodded quickly, wanting him to hurry up and touch you again.

Instead of touching you like you wanted, he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking off your wetness with a moan.

Your pussy clenched at the sight, his moan sending shockwaves straight through you without him even touching you.

He lowered his head slowly, teasing you. Some of his loose curls tickled the inside of your bare thighs.

“Stop teasing me,” you begged before he licked a big stripe up your pussy. Your hips jolted forward, pushing towards his face more.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling your ass forward till you were nearly off the table. You gripped onto the sids tightly, holding on for the ride. Eddie attacked your pussy with his mouth, moaning from your taste.

“Taste so good, baby,” he muttered into your skin. “This what you do? Hm? Wait for your husband to leave for work so you can fuck the plumber?”

You couldn’t help the sly smile that grew across your face. You knew the answer he wanted to hear. But it would be so fun to give him the opposite.

“All the time,” you said with a grin, trying to hide the laugh in your voice.

Eddie looked up at you, pausing his descent back to where you needed him. He looked up at you, his eyes dark. His mouth set in a grim line.

It happened so fast you didn’t have the chance to see it coming. A quick slap followed by the burning pain right on your clit. You gasped, moving your hips closer to him again instead of pulling away. You were nearly falling off the table now. More than you had been before.

Eddie stood quickly, wasting no time wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling you up. He marched quickly, carrying you to your bedroom and throwing you down on top of the covers.

He stood over you, making sure you watched him as he pulled his pants down under his ass, revealing just enough of him to do what he wanted to do.

His hands latched onto your ankles, dragging you to the end of the bed and spreading you wide. He glanced at your face, a silent check in. You nodded your head slightly. He pushed the bottom of your dress up to your waist while he pulled down the top for your tits to spill out. Eddie hummed in approval as he ran a thumb over your peaked nipples.

He positioned your ass right on the edge of the mattress, lifting your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. He rubbed your leg softly in circles, pressing a quick kiss to your right ankle. It was tender, until he was pushing into you. You moaned, arching your back.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned before pulling out and pushing back in until his balls were flush against your skin.

The sound of wet slapping filled the room as Eddie pounded into you, abandoning the grip on one of your legs to work your clit.

You felt like you were leaving your body and taking Eddie with you.

The burning desire in your gut grew with the intensity of it all. It felt like your body was on fire as he fucked in to harder. Your body shifting up the bed with each of his thrusts.

“Harder. Please,” you moaned, doing your best to rock your hips back to him.

“You feel so good. You always feel so good. You’re fucking mine,” Eddie babbled as he picked up his pace. You gripped the wrist of the hand that was working your clit.

His hair fell completely out of the bun, framing his face wildly.

You always came so quick when you and him did this.

“Eddie,” you whimpered. “I’m gonna…”

“Fuck. Me too, baby. Fucking come for me,” he said through is teeth, his body straining as he tried not to blow before you.

The thread inside of you snapped. Your back pushed off the bed without warning as you said his name over and over until you were hoarse. You pulsed around him, squeezing him tightly as he stilled, spilling inside of you.

You both stayed still for a second, catching your breath and thinking about what just happened. Eddie squeezed your thighs as he lowered your legs off of his shoulders.

“You okay, baby?” He asked you, still breathing heavily from his exertion.

“I’m great,” you panted with a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

Eddie pulled out of you slowly. Both of your releases dripped out of you and onto the bed.

Eddie climbed up the bed, reaching into his nightstand and digging around. He slipped his ring back on his finger, flexing his hand once it was on.

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as you crawled up beside him and laid your head on his chest.

“Felt weird not having it on,” he admitted. “Next time we do this I’m just gonna leave it on.”

You laughed, trailing a finger along the skin of his arm. He pulled you in tightly beside him.

“Maybe next time I can be the plumber,” you said with a wink, picturing the same scenario with the roles reversed.

Eddie laughed, probably already imagining your next role playing adventure. Your husband's imagination was an endless void. Who knew what he would come up with next.

“Hey,” you said, sitting up in your shared bed. “How about you use those tools in there to actually fix the leak under the sink?”

Eddie rolled his eyes lightheartedly and slapped the flesh of your ass with his free hand. “Yes, dear.”

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sanjisonlylover · 1 month

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Toji wasn’t having it when you whined that you “just wanted the tip”. He knew it was your way of saying that you wanted him balls deep in you without remorse.

But to arouse you and make you more frustrated, he decided to insert his thumb instead in your desperate pussy.

“Toji stop playing with me”, you whined. “Or you can’t satisfy me today? I guess that’s the case hmm?”, you sighed, trying to get an angry reaction from him.

Toji was slowly pumping his thumb in and out of you, smiling like a freak. He looked up at you, as if he was accepting your challenge. He then gets back to his painfully slow work.

“Your cunt really wants it huh, you’re such a filthy whore. Telling me you just want the tip? You know you don’t mean that shit. Tell me how much of a filthy whore you are then I might just give you.”

His words, as usual, turned you on even more. You moaned, thrusting towards him. His dick hardened even more at that.

He took his thumb out with a plop and sat on his knees, staring at you. You then realized how you were butt naked and he was completely clothed. That made you even wetter.

“What did I say earlier, I’ll give you one more chance, and leaving if you don’t answer.” He glared at you. You take note of how hard he is.

“I’m not saying anything until you promise to give me just the tip,” you smirked at him, spreading your legs wider.

Toji’s dick twitched at that. He was extremely close to roughly fucking your brains out, until the bed broke and you couldn’t walk for a week. But Toji’s the type of guy who likes control, so he’s not going to waver until you comply.

“Girl, I’m out if you don’t tell me how much you want to get fully stuffed to the brim with my cock until you’re cockdrunk and unable to talk. Tell me how much of a filthy whore you are.”

He grabbed your legs and began slowly kissing it, teasing you. You moaned out loud. He then placed 2 fingers in our mouth and slowly started to pump them.

“You know what?” You thought. You couldn’t take it anymore so you’re gonna just listen to him. You wanted to continue annoying him till he angrily fucked you, but you thought you couldn’t wait anymore.

Muffled from his fingers, you said “babe I need you so bad, I need your tip and everything else fucking my insides till it’s bruised, I’m just a slutty hole for you, I worship your cock. Bury it in me until you creampie me.”

He stopped pumping his fingers in your mouth. Blood rushed to his dick and it was painfully throbbing.

Without notice you quickly began taking off his shirt and he went straight to taking off his shorts. His cock sprung free slapping his stomach, and pre cum leaking from it.

He took two fingers and stuffed them in your pussy, you moaned out loud. He began thrusting his fingers at a fast and pace, putting pressure on your sensitive spot. You jerked your hips forward to meet with his finger thrusts, earning a small moan from him.

Toji took his finger out and lubed his cock with your juices. “You’re soaking, and I haven’t even put it in. Slut,” he said as he smacked his dick a few times on your clit, for good measures. Your yelped at the sensation. He then rubbed his cockhead starting from your clit to the bottom of your cunt, teasing it by placing a little bit of it into your cunt. He continued doing this until you started thrusting to feel him more.

Toji grabbed the back of your thighs with his hands, and plunged into your cunt at such a fast rate, you didn’t have time to react.

I’ll probably do a part 2!

#jjk toji #x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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do you have any pornstar dbf!bucky thots👀

The Video

I've had this thought in my head all damn day and I just needed to write it. I'll link this piece on both my Dad's Best Friend!Bucky master list and the Pornstar!Bucky master list because I don't want to choose.

Consider this the piece I wrote to celebrate my birthday today 💗 here’s to 23 with you lovely folks! 🥂

Pairing: Pornstar! Dad's Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is in her mid 20’s, Bucky is in his late 40’s), vaginal fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, praise kink, mentions of rough pornography, dirty talk, pet names, degradation

Minors, do not interact

Avoiding Bucky had never been your plan, purely because it would’ve been a fucking stupid one. Realistically, it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid someone who probably spent more time at your house than they did their own. When he wasn’t at ‘work’, your father’s friend seemed to spend his time at your house, mowing the lawn or polishing your mom’s car or watching some pointless sports game with your dad.

You’d never really questioned what Bucky got up to for work. You imagined growing up that he must’ve practiced a trade since he was always the one your father called to fix the kitchen sink when it sprung a leak or tinker with the garage door when it became difficult to pull down.

Now that you were fully clued in however, it all made painful sense why Bucky had been so evasive when you had come right out and asked him what he did for work the year before you graduated from college.

“What do you think I do, sweetheart?” He had asked with a smirk tugging at the corners of his soft, pink lips.

“I have no idea, Buck! You seem to have as much free time as you like, I just don’t understand how you pay the bills.” You had mused, sitting in your own garage on a work bench, swinging your legs in front of you, secretly hoping that Bucky would notice just how cute and tiny those shorts you were wearing are. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t look up from under the bonnet of your dad’s jeep.

“I guess you could say I’m self-employed, angel. I pick and choose the jobs I want. I have plenty of offers.” He tried to keep it as non-descript as possible, dodging the question rather than lying about it.

“I bet you do, you seem good with your hands.” He could tell by the genuine innocence in your voice that you truly had no idea. You weren’t leading him to answer one way or another.

He huffed out a laugh as he grabbed the rag beside him, wiping the oil from his hands, muddying the white cloth with the dark residue. “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.”

It all made perfect sense now though, scrolling through picture after picture on your phone. Every drag of your fingertip brought a fresh wave of video thumbnails, each somehow more obscene than the last. The titles certainly weren’t much better.

Pictures of beautiful young women flooded your screen. Some had their makeup thoroughly ruined, mascara tracked down their cheeks and a fucked-out look in their eyes. Some were on their knees, their hair grabbed into a rough ponytail while they rested the tip of a cock on their tongue. Some were bent over, evidently ‘trapped’ under their bed with their ass in the air.

Curiosity got the better of you, after ignoring a warning from your brain that this might be an invasion of Bucky’s privacy. It was all posted on the internet after all, it’s not like he could keep it a secret forever.

One video caught your eye, titled ‘James Barnes fucks tight brunette, HUGE cumshot’. The crude objectification made you wince a little but the short snippet of video that the thumbnail provided you with seemed a little bit gentler than the rest.

Skipping the first few minutes helped you feel like you weren’t too invested. This was research. Plain and simple nosiness. You had no intention of watching this for any purpose other than to see whether Bucky Barnes had perfected his craft or not.

“Shit, that’s it. So fuckin’ pretty like this.” The voice from your phone was familiar but so much lower than you’d ever heard it before; so deep, you could only have described it as a growl.

The girl whimpered, almost pathetically. You couldn’t blame her. Bucky wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination and judging by the reaction of the woman he was buried inside, he managed to hit all the spots he needed to.

You’d heard fake moans before. Hell, you’d made plenty of them yourself. Enough to know that the woman you were watching wasn’t orchestrating hers for the benefit of the camera. No, those were real. Right down to the trembling thighs either side of Bucky’s narrow hips.

“You have no idea how perfect you feel. Tight and wet and warm. You take me so fuckin’ well.” You watched as he slid inside her, painfully slowly. Admittedly, her body did take him well, letting him sink in until he had nothing left to give. This poor woman was already looking somewhat blissed out, begging him to fuck her but that’s when you skipped forward to about a minute before the end. That same woman was now clawing at his muscular back, whimpering and sobbing delightfully while Bucky pounded into her. He wasn’t holding back in the slightest, letting the same filth tumble from his lips.

“Oh baby, you sound like you can’t take any more. Are you done?” He was so condescending, it made your gut tighten with lust, a dull throb settling between your legs but the woman only shook her head.

“Good girl. God, ’m so close. You’ll never get enough, will you? Just a needy fucking slut for me. Gonna have you all cock obsessed. Bet you’ll think of me every time you touch that pretty pussy of yours from now on. You’ll be begging to see me again.” Bucky sounded wrecked, finishing his sentence with a drawn out, low groan. Within a couple of seconds, he had pulled out, splashing his seed all over the woman’s tummy, pearlescent spend rolling down her sides and onto the sheets while some pooled on her heaving chest.

Over the next few days, you tried desperately to get what you had seen out of your head. You tried hard, you really did. Perhaps it didn’t help that late at night, you found yourself going back to watch more. Perhaps it also didn’t help that you found your hand drifting under your panties as you watched, taking care of that familiar throb that seemed to turn into an ache when you watched for too long without touching yourself.

Dodging Bucky was simple enough but you knew you couldn’t keep it up forever. Hiding in your room couldn’t become a hobby just because you found out your father’s best friend, the older man you had been so innocently crushing on, was a porn star.

The first time you bumped into him though, it was game over. He could tell just from the way you looked at him that something was up, or rather, the way you couldn’t look at him.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked, watching you make yourself look busy in the cereal cupboard late one afternoon after he had walked into your kitchen. You saw him coming and very obviously tried find any excuse that meant you wouldn’t have to talk to him.

“I’m fine, looking for cereal.” You replied, your head almost buried in the cupboard.

“Well, I hope you find it. If you can’t see it from there, you’ve got a problem. I bet your nose is practically touching the box, you’re so deep in there.” He sounded too damn amused and it only made you more embarrassed. This really was the last thing you needed. “Why are you avoiding me, honey?”

There it was. You were called out.

“I’m not!” You tried to sound sincere but you weren’t awfully successful; you knew even as you were saying the words that it wasn’t going to fly.

“Mhm, and the fact you saw me coming has nothing to do with how you’re buried shoulder deep in the cereal cupboard? Don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’re avoiding me.” In hindsight, you maybe could’ve handled that a little bit better but now here you were, pulling yourself back out and forcing some painfully awkward eye contact.

“I’ve seen the videos.” You mumbled, looking away and making yourself busy with your nails.

“Okay.” He dragged the word out a little, slowing it down and only adding to it’s gravity. “And? You’re an adult. You know what porn is. Things don’t need to be weird but if you’re uncomfortable having me around, I can leave you alone.”

“No, you don’t have to, I don’t have a problem with it. It’s all just very… Rough?” You weren’t really sure this was a conversation you wanted to be having, shame burning in the pit of your stomach because clearly you’d just admitted to watching more than a video or two.

He paused for a second, nodding his head, the couple of light grey hairs at the crown of his head glinting in the light. “You’re right, sweetheart. It's a little rough at times. That’s not my preference, that’s the script I’m given.”

That made sense and somehow settled you just a little. “So you just stick to the script?” You quiz, holding eye contact with him again for a few seconds before it got too intense.

“For the most part. It doesn’t tell me what to say, that’s all up to me. It just gives me direction. It’s a running order of the scenes we’ve agreed to shoot. Most of those videos certainly aren’t a representation of how I would want to fuck if I got the choice.” His lips were curled in a soft smile, watching you lap this all up.

“A-and how would you want to fuck if you got to choose?” You couldn’t quite believe you’d said it but apparently you did because the question hung in the air longer than you might have wanted it to.

“Well sweetheart, that depends. I’d treat a pretty little thing like you a bit differently. I’d have to be slow with you. Really ease you into it. I bet I’d have to spend a lot of time working you up to take me. I think I’d start by giving you my tongue until I can slip a finger into you. Then a second finger. Maybe a third if I think you can manage it.” He could see the effect this was having on you. You’d wanted to imagine it while you’d watched his videos but you couldn’t bring yourself to fall into the fantasy. Now he was dragging you into it.

“Then I’d put you on your hands and knees. I’d tell you to rub yourself while I press inside you, so slow you’ll be begging me to give you all of me. And when you’re at that point, ruined and desperate for more, I’ll fuck you nice and slow. I’ll have you just as addicted as those other girls but with a kinder pleasure. I’d tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’ve wanted to kiss every inch of your skin I can. I’d tell you how gorgeous you look when you cum and how it’s better than I ever imagined.”

God, this was something close to a dream come true. “I-I’d like that. That sounds… Nice.” Words were really failing you, hoping this was a genuine offer and not just some hypothetical situation that would never play out.

“It does sound nice.” Bucky huffed out a laugh. “It sounds real fucking nice. I shouldn’t want my best friend’s daughter cumming around me. I know I shouldn’t. I know I think about it far too often but nothing gets me off the way you do.”

Your breath caught in your throat, an embarrassing arousal throbbing its way around your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. Heat blossomed in your chest, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t some sick joke.

“I want that. But I don’t want you to be too gentle. I want you to fuck me the way you want to fuck. Not what you think I need.” Your confidence almost caught him off guard and he didn’t expect to find it as sexy as he did.

“God, you’re a tease.” He muttered under his breath, crossing the short space between you both to crash your lips against his. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the difference in size almost making you shudder because you’d never felt this small against a partner.

His lips were soft, his hands wandering seemingly everywhere at once and it was so much to take in. Fuck, it was perfect. Intense and hungry but not overwhelming.

“Bed, Buck.” You pant between fervent kisses before he’s grabbed you by the back of the thighs, helping you wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room.

You both had your clothes stripped off in a frenzy, not giving much thought to anything other than the way your lips slotted together. Your bottom lip felt perfectly at home between his teeth, the slight pain of his bite only making you moan.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispers, tugging your panties off and groaning when he realises how slick they are already. “Fuck, I should’ve known how bad you’d need this. It’s always the ones you least expect.”

His breath feels so hot on your neck, littering the skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, panting tiny groans against you while his fingers slide over your core.

You’re wet and messy, aching with a need you didn’t know you were capable of. “Oh sweetheart, I could slip right into you. You’re soaking wet for me. God, you’re a dream.”

“Buck, please. I want your tongue later. P-please just fuck me first.” You could hardly manage a conhesive thought with the way his fingertips played with your body ever so gently, alternating between rubbing little circles on your clit and teasing your hole with the tips of two fingers, pressing them in just to the first knuckle.

“This is wrong, sweetheart. So fucking wrong. I shouldn’t get this fuckin’ excited hearing you beg for my dick but it’s all I’ve wanted for months.” His voice is just as low as you heard in those videos, dripping with arousal.

“The only thing ‘wrong’ here is the fact you’re not inside me yet.” You giggle quietly, rolling over and presenting your ass to him, exactly how he had described earlier.

Whatever self-control he had was gone. Long gone. The sight of you offering your slick, hot core was more than enough to ruin him but the way you watched him over your shoulder with an excited smile almost had him trembling with need.

“This is wrong.” He whispered, lining the tip of his dick up with your entrance, grunting at the feeling of the wet heat.

“So wrong.” You repeated quietly. “S-so fucking wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.” You were breathless already, pressing yourself back until his tip had just slipped inside you. “We shouldn’t need this as badly as we do.”

Bucky’s groan was beautiful, watching as you shifted yourself back to allow the rest of his length to slide slowly into you.

“You know damn well what you’re doing to me.” He sighed, looking away from the sight of his thick length gliding home. “Play with yourself. I won’t last long this time sweetheart but trust me, I’ve got all night with you.”

You’d never seen him this wrecked so early on in any of his videos so you did as you were told, letting two fingers circle your clit the way you often did when you watched him slide into those other women.

You heard him take a deep breath, pulling back out as far as possible without slipping out before pressing back in again, dragging a soft groan from both of you. This was everything you’d both longed for and more.

His huge hands squeezed the cheeks of your ass, admiring the how soft and plush it felt under his touch, dragging himself back out only to press back in, earning another groan.

You could’ve taken this forever, enjoying the way his tip nudged that delicate spot inside you while your fingers worked exactly how you like them to. This was bliss in its truest form. This was the passion you had craved, the gentle touches and soft praises but accompanied by an all-consuming pleasure.

“Faster Bucky, please.” You whined and hell, you looked like a goddess, fallen forward onto the bed, so consumed by sensations that you wanted to have no control over and he could recognise that so clearly.

“Tell me you need me.” He panted, speeding up his thrusts, letting each one land beautifully before forcing himself momentarily from the heat of your body once more.

“Oh God, I need you. I need you, Bucky. I need you to fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. It feels so good. I’m gonna cum for you, I just need more.” You couldn’t help but sob, drowning in the litany of groans and curses falling from the older man lips.

Your fingers worked faster, in time with the thrusts you were receiving until it all come crumbling down around you. The knot in your tummy tightened unbearably, your heart pounding as the sensation took over entirely. It was a perfect release, your body clenching and tightening rhythmically while you sobbed the ecstasy into the pillow under your head.

“Oh good girl, that’s it. Cum nice ‘n hard. O-oh God.” You vaguely registered Bucky coaching you through your orgasm before reaching his own but unlike any of his videos, he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside you, pressed as deep as he could go. You felt the weight of his seed inside you, the position allowing it to drip deeper, pooling at your cervix and the thought alone made you shudder.

“My God, that was…. Wow.” He laughed, kissing down your spine before pulling out and flopping onto the bed beside you.

“Yeah… Wow.” You giggled, kissing his cheek and curling up against him, not really worried that you were both a little sweaty.

“I meant it though. I’ll be gentle with you later. I’ll take my time with you. I just needed that.” He kissed your forehead, running a hand down your back and damn, he certainly wouldn’t hear you complaining.

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megamindsecretlair · 5 months

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Aht aht aht. The vampire Tyrone said that the things he was gonna do to the reader was gonna make the devil jealous. I need details please, if you feel me!!!

A/N: Don't be quoting my fics back at me LOL. I'm gon take this lightly, but let's remember that I am not a smut machine. LOL

A Seduction at Midnight Chapter 3

Pairing: Vampire!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. Use of n-word. Reader is tied up with cuffs, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), PIV (unprotected), cursing, AU Tyrone, Toxic Tyrone. Dark fic. Dirty talk. One mention of spanking. Possession kink, pet names. Mentions of stalking and manipulation. blood, over stimulation, Mean-ish reader.

Summary: A chance meeting at a club introduced you to the enigmatic Tyrone. He was interesting in ways that you weren't expecting. After inviting you to a exclusive party at his place, Tyrone promises a night of pure carnal delights.

Word Count: 4,172k

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A/N: Okay, let's see what these crazy kids get up to! I guess, this is kind of OC? Is it OC if I invented a tiny backstory? I'm still getting the hang of fic writing. Since this taglist is getting so big, please give me a headcount of who still wants to be tagged for Vamp Tyrone or who only wants normal Tyrone. I don't tag ageless blogs. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! Ageless blogs get blocked.

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Mistakes were made. Your wrists were tied and suspended above you on a chain you did not see when you first walked in. You knelt on the bed in a growing puddle of your own arousal, knees spread wide. You felt how wet you were. It leaked out of you, trailing down your thighs.

You shook nearly in time with the grandfather clock. Each new chime was another hour passed while Tyrone played with you. Perhaps, you didn’t really know what you were signing up for.

Tears sprung from your eyes. You sniffled. It was too much sensation, too many nerves, too much pleasure. He had not stopped after your previous orgasms for the audience. No, he kept going. Pushing you past your limits.

“Still with me?” You turned to the sound of his voice but couldn’t see him. He had taken off your mask ages ago and replaced it with a blindfold. It was snug against your face, damp with your tears.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Tyrone trailed a feather against your skin and it was like he set you on fire. You hissed and jerked away from him, crying. The chain clinked loudly in your ear.

“Aw, don’t try to get away,” Tyrone said and chuckled. He leaned in and kissed your cheek. Even that shit was sensitive.

“P-please,” you whispered.

“Please what? Say it where I can hear you,” he said.

You leaned your head against your raised arms. They were starting to hurt, but the last time you asked him to lower the chain, he fingered you until you came two more times. You couldn’t possibly have another one to give.

The feather tickled your neck and you twisted, falling forward a bit. Tyrone caught you and righted you. But his grip was too much. You cried out and Tyrone shushed you.

“Shh, shh, where we at baby?” He asked.

“Y-yellow,” you said, cursing yourself. You should just end this. But you did not want this evening to end. For once, your brain shut off and Tyrone handled everything. The sounds he elicited from you were sinful. You didn’t know you could beg and scream and cry as often as you did tonight.

“Are you sure? You’re so messy,” he said slowly. His fingers grazed your pussy and you desperately clenched, needing to be filled. You moaned moving your hips forward, yearning for him to end your torment.

“Hmm, you’re so wet,” he purred in your ear. “I bet I would have to fight to stay inside, huh?” Tyrone licked your neck.

“No, no,” you said. If he’d just give you the dick, you would lock your legs around him and never let go. You licked your lips, still feeling a bit rubbed raw after the last time you sucked his dick.

Tyrone kissed down your neck, around your shoulders, towards your chest. He palmed your breasts, rubbing them slowly and running his thumbs across your nipples. Your whole body shivered.

You still felt his hands everywhere. Your body tingled from everything he had done to you tonight. Like phantom hands still massaged you, molded you, broke you in half like a pretzel.

His mouth replaced his thumb. He latched his mouth to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it.

“S-shit,” you sniffled. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to yell. He dipped his fingers into your pussy, pumping two long fingers in and out of you.

“Got another one for me?” He asked. His breath fanned across your wet nipple and you moaned.

“N-no,” you moaned. Hell, this couldn’t be real. You didn’t want to wake up if it wasn’t. He was ruining you for any other man. What human could compete with this level of stamina? Tyrone had sounded calm and collected all night. Except for when he was fucking your mouth. He never sounded more gorgeous than the few little “fucks” that kept escaping him.

He flicked his tongue lazily against your nipple. Once he got it into a tight nub, he moved on to the right nipple. He paid just as much attention to that one as he still pumped his fingers.

It was as if with every plunge, he was calling your orgasm to the surface. Dragging it from the depths of hell itself to make you cum. “Oh fuck, p-please,” you cried.

“C’mon and give it to me. I knew you had another one for me. With yo sexy ass. You’ve done so good for me tonight,” he whispered against your nipple. You cried out, nothing but the wisps of air you managed to keep escaping you.

Pleasure wrapped around you and held on for dear life. You shook and jerked. Feeling squeezed tight and not tight enough. Tiny earthquakes were set off inside of you, each with its own aftershock of pleasure. Tears trailed down your cheeks.

Tyrone lifted his head from your chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He took his fingers out of your pussy and spread your arousal around your lips. He shoved his fingers in, making you taste yourself again. He licked your tears away, from both cheeks, humming in pleasure.

“You’re gonna have to tell me when to stop. I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He kissed your cheek. He held his lips there in a sustained kiss and breathed you in. You knew he didn’t have to breathe, not really. He did it anyway, committing you to memory. The thought made your pussy throb.

“I n-need…” You tried, but you couldn’t voice your thoughts. It had been too long since he entered you. Since he gave you what you wanted. What you truly wanted. You were trying to hold out but he was being incredibly stubborn about it.

Couldn’t vamps read minds? Weren’t they supposed to get super special powers to roll your mind, make you do things, or work some type of magic? You slunk down, wrenching your shoulders back too far, but you were close to passing out.

“Tell me what you need,” Tyrone said. His voice was clear, deep, and intentionally seductive. He knew fuck well what he was doing. You supposed after centuries of sex, he should know what he was doing. But you were a mere mortal. He had to have some kind of mercy.

“Please, fuck me,” you begged.

Tyrone chuckled and cupped your face. He kissed you. His tongue rolled against yours and you moaned, sitting up straighter. Your thighs were starting to burn from this position. The metal clanked overhead. The grandfather clock tick, tick, ticked. You’d never be able to look at another clock the same way again. The mu’fucka ruined clocks for you too.

He slotted his lips against yours, languid as a fat cat on a summer’s day. He explored your mouth as if he were kissing you for the first time. His soft lips were their own sweet torture.

“Hm, I need to taste you first. You made such a mess, I need to clean it up,” he said. You cried as he moved into position on his back. He pulled you closer, making you crawl on your knees. The chain rattled as it moved on the track, allowing you to push forward and sit on his face. You tried to stay on your knees, but he grabbed you by the thighs and pulled until you were seated.

He reminded you that he didn’t need to breathe as his tongue darted out to lick your pussy. You reared up but he pulled you back down. Your ass pushed against the heels of your feet.

His grip turned bruising as he crushed you to his face and ate you out again, moaning at the taste of you.

“So good,” you think he said. He sounded muffled. You bit your lip as your hips started to move of their own accord. Grinding down on his face. Oh, oh, yeah that felt so good. You moved your hips faster.

Tyrone stuck his tongue out and let you fuck yourself on it. You moaned as you rode him, taking your pleasure from him as if he were nothing but a toy. Nothing but a vibrator you were pleasuring yourself with. Your fingers tangled with the chains as you gripped them and rode his face harder. Fresh arousal leaked out of you, surely drowning him.

“Right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthere,” you cried, your voice tinny.

You were caught between wanting to go faster and pushing him off altogether. You could not survive another orgasm. And yet, you were grinding on him anyway. Your pussy clenched and throbbed as your orgasm built, tightening your belly. At its peak, it erupted.

You cried out as it swept through you. A volcano of pleasure that kept going and going, taking you to another plane of existence.

You slumped against his face as he licked up everything you gushed out. You spasmed. The smell of sex was so thick in the air, you could probably cut it with a knife. “Such a good little girl,” he said against your thighs. He moved you easily as if you were as light as the feather he used earlier.

The praise made your spirit soar, even as your body was too tired. He got to his knees behind you. A moment later, the chains were starting to lower and you whimpered in relief. He kissed your neck and back and started to massage your shoulders. He whispered nasty things in your ear as his hands rubbed the dull, burning ache.

“Better?” He asked.

“Unhuh,” you sighed.

“Where we at baby?” He asked.

You thought about it. If he teased you one more time, that was it, you were throwing in the towel. Stubbornly, you rallied the last remaining strength you had. “Yellow,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Stubborn little thing, ain’t you?” He asked.

“I was promised a night I’ll remember,” you said.

He chuckled and licked the shell of your ear. “Not enough for you? Complaining about my performance?” He asked.

“If I need to find someone else, let me know,” you said.

The sharp smack to your ass was unexpected and you gasped from the sheer force. The sting built in intensity until your ass was on fire.

“You can joke about a lot of things. That shit ain’t one of ‘em. Understand?” He asked.

Your head bobbled.

“Use your words,” he said.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you squeaked.

Since your arms were now lowered, he pushed you forward. You leaned on your elbows and brought your ass up. You weren’t moving fast enough. Tyrone grabbed your hips and pulled you backwards.

He slammed inside of you. You were so wet that he slid in easily. You cried out as he fucked you with something to prove. Okay, you hit a fucking nerve.

Your wrists were still tied. You held them in front of you, to keep the chain from knocking into your face. He fucked into you with reckless abandon. His fingers dug into your hips, slamming you back on his dick.

You moaned and cried and whimpered as he finally gave you what you wanted. He filled you up. His thick dick was perfect, digging into your guts exactly in the way you needed.

“No one else gets to touch you,” he growled.

“Yes, Sir,” you said.

“No one,” he said. “No one.” It became a chant. Every thrust pushed you forward. Your ass slapped against his thighs. His balls tapped your clit.

Your nails scraped against the bedsheet as he rutted inside of you. He was animalistic. Grunting and groaning. In between chanting, he’d pepper in curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, squeeze that shit,” he moaned.

You pushed back against him, and he increased his thrusts. His moans turned you on. Hearing that deep voice moaning activated a different side of to you. You threw it back on him. He growled as he slammed back. Gasps and yips escaped you. You couldn’t take a full breath. He fucked the orgasm out of you, wringing a loud, keening yowl from you.

Your body jerked and twisted as your orgasm steamrolled you. Reality shifted and changed. You peeked into the fifth dimension, feeling at once above your body and in it. You pictured how you looked. Suppliant, on your knees, getting dicked down in the most primal way possible.

“Oh fuck, baby. So good,” you moaned.

As you floated back down, Tyrone roared and released a fat load inside of you. The hot spurts filled you up. He shuddered as he pushed forward to the hilt, moaning deep and low in his throat.

“So beautiful. So good,” he whispered. He leaned forward and kissed the base of your spine. You tensed, ready for his fangs to sink in. He rubbed one side against your ass and chuckled. “No more bites tonight, love,” he promised.

You pouted and whined. He placed another kiss there and slipped out of you when he softened. He untied the blindfold.

The sudden light seared your eyes and you blinked through new tears. You looked towards him, eyes blurry, and found him looking down at you with so much emotion. Such pride. Such admiration. You smiled lazily at him and yawned. You still shook from little tremors after that last orgasm.

He took the cuffs off of you, rubbing and massaging circulation back into your wrists. Warmth spread through your body as you stretched out, laying down fully on the bed. Sleep tugged heavily at you. You wanted to stay up and talk to him, but he kissed your forehead and told you to sleep. So sleep you did.

Tyrone

You were going to be the true death of him. You looked ruined. Your perfect body was curled on the bed, ass in the air and scrumptious enough to bite into. He almost did earlier, but it was your first time giving blood. He didn’t want to suck you dry.

Fuck, his dick twitched thinking of how good you tasted, in all aspects. Your blood was ambrosia. Straight from the heavens itself. It took every, single ounce of willpower to keep from killing you. And you poor thing. You had no clue.

He should feel horrible about it. You were so full of life. Interesting and unique. He loved listening to you talk and learning how your mind worked. He would hate it if you were snuffed from this life.

But you had no clue how fucking delicious your blood was. And then when he tasted that sweet honey between your thighs, it was enough to drive him insane with lust. Tyrone could not remember the last person who drove him so crazy. He’d had his share of lovers over the centuries. When his loneliness was so loud, he’d do anything to steal the warmth from his partner. He’d agree to anything, kill anybody, if it meant that someone would wrap their hands around him in love rather than fear.

He looked at you, staring at your rolls and curves. He could keep going. You made him want to keep going. He wanted to mesh your bodies together and never leave your embrace. He wanted to twist you any which way he could.

He needed a walk. Usually, he would kick out whoever he got done fucking. But you were different. He wanted to mold his body to yours and snuggle in close. But if he snuggled up with you right now, you wouldn’t ever be free to walk this earth again. This…possessiveness was starting to worry him. Slick Charles said as much as Tyrone spent nearly every night watching you in your house.

He left the room, towards the en suite bathroom and warmed up a washcloth for you. He cleaned you up, gentle, but you were deeply asleep. He heard the thump of your heart as you slept. You made little whimpering noises.

He was jealous of your dreams. For a while, you were lost to him. He wanted more of it. More of you. You were so cute and trusting, sleeping next to a monster. So, he threw on his briefs and left the room altogether. He needed to be away, where your scent wasn’t wreaking havoc on his senses.

Outside the room, the carnal sounds of fucking slammed into him. The smell of sex was potent. He walked down the hall where some people were fucking against the wall. He passed by people in various states of dress, masks on, dicks and pussies out. Some women were getting fucked, some men were getting pegged.

When he was younger, all of this still would’ve excited him. He still enjoyed watching sex, but his dick only stirred for you. He gritted his teeth as he passed through to one of the playrooms.

Four people were intertwined in a complicated dance on the large bed. Tyrone stopped for a moment, watching the foursome as everyone was getting off on someone else. Sex was fascinating to him. The way people contorted themselves into shapes just to get off. To reach that ultimate goal. Tyrone watched their faces. He watched how even though they selfishly sought their own pleasure, they were just as focused on their partner. On giving and taking.

Tyrone moved on, passing by the playrooms and ensuring that everyone minded the rules. At the end of the hall, a lone figure leaned against the wall. The figure was fully dressed in slacks and a shirt one size too big.

“Who are you?” Tyrone asked. He stopped walking forward. The figure was half in shadow. The figure turned his head, head dipping into one of the hall lights.

“Don’t you recognize your big brother?”

Tyrone sighed and rubbed his head. “The fuck are you doing here, Fontaine?”

Fontaine chuckled, his gold grills glinting in the light. Moans crescendoed all around but Tyrone tuned it out. Like turning down the sound on a stereo, the moans faded to the background.

Rage replaced his earlier calm at seeing Fontaine. Smug mu’fucka. Fontaine removed himself from the wall, stalking towards Tyrone. He put his hands in his pockets and looked Tyrone up and down.

“Shit, Tyrone. You finally fuck that stick out ya ass?” Fontaine chuckled. “Who is she? She still around?” Fontaine looked behind Tyrone as if the person would be coming up behind them. Tyrone clenched his fists but kept a mask of amused indifference.

“What are you doing here, ‘Taine?”

Fontaine’s smile slipped. He shrugged. “Can’t just be because I miss you?”

Tyrone reared back as if Fontaine had slapped him. It was uncanny, looking into the eyes of someone that fuckin’ looked like you. There was a disconnect between the mirror and this mirror-version of Tyrone. It was him but it wasn’t him.

“Fuck no. What do you want?” On the inside, Tyrone was worried. He still didn’t know what you were or why your blood smelled so divine. It was a big risk bringing you here tonight, knowing that your blood might draw the others. But nothing happened when that first drop touched air…still, he wasn’t going to gamble that Fontaine’s keen sense of smell would find you.

Tyrone barely held it together around you. Fontaine was a ripper, who enjoyed his food in all manners of ways. It would be nothing to snap your neck and drain you dry.

Fontaine laughed and nodded. “I got some business here,” he said.

“What business?” Tyrone asked.

“Mines, nigga,” Fontaine said. He laughed as he pushed past Tyrone, looking in and out of the playrooms. He stopped at one door and leaned on it, watching the couple as the man was getting spanked.

“Father banished you–”

“Father’s the one that called me back here,” Fontaine interrupted. He turned towards Tyrone and lifted an eyebrow. “Old man didn’t tell you?”

“Nigga don’t say shit but bark mu’fuckin’ orders.” Tyrone walked away from the playrooms. He went upstairs, heading towards his office. Here, the place felt slightly more like him. This wasn’t his main residence. He didn’t want to sleep in the same house that his people did depraved things.

Fontaine’s steps were quiet, but with his hearing, he knew Fontaine trailed behind him. The halls were painted light gray, soft wood underneath, and random sculptures and pieces of art along the end tables or on the walls. Paintings of himself were spread along the walls. He hated the idea. But Slick Charles told him that he needed to add some showmanship for the parties. Whatever.

He turned on the light to his office and walked inside. Fontaine slipped in behind him and closed the door. Tyrone flopped into his chair and rolled his neck. He just wanted to spend the night in between your legs. He knew the night was going too perfect.

His office was like his others, painted in his favorite color, gray, with complimentary furniture. He had a few personal items there like his watch or keys, or sunglasses. Fontaine flopped into the chair opposite the large desk. He sneered at the decorative plants and art.

“Corny ass mu’fucka,” Fontaine whispered.

“Why are you really here?”

Fontaine shrugged. “Pops gettin’ paranoid or some shit. Or he want something. I’ve been getting word that he’s been lookin’ into my business overseas. I’m just here to see why he broke the agreement,” Fontaine explained.

“Lookin’ into it how?” Tyrone asked.

Fontaine shrugged again. His gaze moved around the room. Tyrone watched him, looking at all the ways he changed in the hundred or so years since he last saw him.

Fontaine had a scruffy beard now, with kinked hair sticking up every which way. The grill was obviously new. The canines were elongated, perfectly hiding his real fangs. It was clever. He could move around more freely, not afraid to laugh or speak.

“Ion know yet. All I know is that he broke his side, so the terms is null. I’m taking myself off punishment, baby brother,” he said.

Tyrone chuckled. “That’s not the way that shit work,” he said.

“Does now. Look. I came here as a muthafuckin’ courtesy. No disrespect shit. I’m not going to make noise. I just want to see what Pops knows and then I’ll be gone,” Fontaine said.

Tyrone looked at him over the desk. There was so much history there. History of running around together, chasing girls in skirts, and fuckin’ them ‘till the morning came. Of all the arguments and yelling at each other. Fontaine moving to Europe was the best decision ever. They needed that continent in between them.

“How long?”

“Ion know,” Fontaine said.

“Not good enough,” Tyrone said.

“Make it good enough.”

Tyrone sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Dammit, ‘Taine. Don’t start that shit,” he said.

Fontaine suddenly sniffed and Tyrone whipped his head towards him. Fontaine’s head was tilted chasing the scent. Could he smell you on Tyrone?

“How long do you need?” Tyrone asked, trying to distract Fontaine. But Fontaine only took another deep breath.

“Damn, that almost smells like…Versailles,” he said.

The name triggered a distant memory, of remembering when Tyrone and Fontaine had walked the halls of the famous palace, had walked by a proper lady, and she had smelled so good, it made Tyrone and Fontaine whirl around.

Fontaine chuckled. “Must be all this pussy in the air. Anyway, I’m fo’ real. I just want to know how much he knows. I’ll be gone before you know it.”

Tyrone nodded. “Fine. Don’t start anything while you here. Get in, get out,” Tyrone said.

Fontaine smirked and shook his head. “Shit, baby brother. You really got something here,” Fontaine said.

“You don’t have to keep up the good older brother routine. I already said you could stay,” Tyrone said.

Fontaine laughed. “Man, whoever you fucked, go fuck ‘em again. Loosen up. All that frowning gon’ make you old,” Fontaine chuckled on his way out of the office.

Tyrone watched him go. He strained his hearing for Fontaine’s soft steps and followed the sound of his shoes out of the house. He hadn’t smelled you. Good. Tyrone left his office and headed back to you.

He couldn’t risk Fontaine knowing about you. He didn’t know what his brother would do around you. Especially if he was thinking of Versailles. Whatever that was supposed to mean. The centuries tended to blur after being alive so long. It was just fleeting from one activity to the next.

He’d have to look into it later. For now, he wanted to forget that Fontaine was here. He wanted to forget that there were others in the house. He wanted to wrap himself in your warmth and addicting scent and sleep the morning away.

You were still fast asleep. Tyrone lowered the lights and climbed into bed. He snuggled you from behind. You let out a soft sound. He wrapped his hand around your tummy and felt the approaching morning like a heavy blanket. He slipped off to sleep with your intoxicating scent tickling his nose.

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wlfpet · 1 year

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I need to feel abbys fingers in the back of my throat

18+ obviously

cw; throat… fingering? i guess, the strap on appears but is mostly just ambiance, mean!dom abby, sub!reader, spit kink.

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and she absolutely would, that’s the thing.

i think abby def has a nasty oral fixation, obsessed with your pretty mouth, and it wrings something out of her. of course, loving how your mouth suckles her cock, lips stretching over the shaft, little noises bubbling from of your throat as she bottoms out over and over. but sometimes, it’s how you wrap your lips around a straw, every light suck pulsating as you drink away, or watching you from over your shoulder as you apply gloss, artfully spreading the shine around with a deft finger.

it was damned religious.

it would be dark, your face lit from the side from the dull glow of the ceiling light in the other room, looking up from your knees as abby towered over you, manspreading against the backrest of the armchair, watching you transfixed in awe as her strap sprung free from her waistband, that dumbstruck look you always got plastered on your face as you pulled away the fabric, moving up to slide your soft, pretty hands past her pelvis and up her torso. the fat head of her cock tickling your hairline.

it was the first time in a long time that she had you like this; schedules never aligned, shifts ran over, last minute assignments became too fucking commonplace, so the most bedroom time the two of you had was flopping down next to each other, dead tired barely touching fingers before sleeping like the dead. but tonight it was different, and you were fucking horny, leaking under her watchful eye.

in her mind, you’d been doing it on purpose; being a bad girl, tempting her with every smile, every squish of your lips and pucker of your cheeks as you tasted something sour, how you ate candy painfully slow, rolling it over your tongue, savouring. licking a splatter of bubblegum back into your mouth, or how you’d look at her, doe-eyed, pouting when you didn’t get your way. It was too much for her, riling her up like an animal in a cage, and usually she’d fuck your brains out but today? she was practicing restraint.

abs was drunk off you, mostly, and a couple glasses of homemade whiskey from a soldier who owed her a solid. but you were innocent, watching attentively with saucers for eyes as you slipped into that mushy, braindead, safe subspace. you were hers, like you always were, in your perfect place. never noticing her frustration, those too long stares, her little addiction to that part of you. it was as though you were prey, and she swooped down, hooking an arm under your shoulders and lifting you up through her thighs, pulling you into her lap and locking your knees at either side, your breasts pushing against hers.

abby’s free hand came up to your throat, cutting off the blood flow and providing that idle pressure to your brain.

“gonna suck me off tonight baby?” she said, the slur of her words and that nonchalant, aloof dominance weaving into your brain and hitting your pussy head on. god, she wasn’t even showing off, and that was her superiority, surrounding you like a dark blind, exposing all of you to her. just how it was supposed to be, she always said.

you needed guidance; too little and stupid and weak, so someone else had to make the decisions and have all the thoughts, and you were okay with that.

“needa’ suck you mama, wanna treat you good.” running her thumb over your bottom lip, abby hummed in appreciation as you sucked it into your mouth, the divots of your teeth scraping against the flesh there, a thin, silvery line of drool following as she released you with a pop. you could suck a nickel out of a fucking straw. she rubbed it against your lips, wetting them, marveling at how the flesh was so easily molded by her finger.

“give me a sec’, gotta get you ready for me first.” She replaced her thumb with two plying, heavy fingers, sourness from spilt liquor coating your tastebuds. she fucked them slowly, gently into you, just enough to get them nice and wet for her. you were giddy, moaning happily as you ran your tongue between the digits, lapping up that flavour until there was nothing left. abby loved this, how the drool rolled down chin and into your breasts, pretty lips gripping onto her for dear life.

she couldn’t get enough and she pushed deeper, the hand around your neck still pulsating, feeling the muscle of your throat clench and unclench. She pushed deeper, knowing that her good girl could take it, always would take it, happy to get her sick little reward. her fingers hit your uvula and you wrenched back your head to cough, cheeks flushed, nose running, eyes watery and dripping and full of that fucking look.

the one that drives her insane, triggers that deep domspace where she can do anything to you and you’ll let her get away with it. she could strip your mind bit by bit, reducing you to your baser instincts creating her perfect pet with ease. you two were just the same, both needed this, wanted it all.

she looked over you, pathetic and whining, and brought a hand up to part your jaw, balling her own lips to force a gob of spit into your mouth before closing it back. you swallowed unconsciously, obediently, and she pulled you in close, whispering in your ear.

“gagging isn’t going to get you out of this, baby. gonna get throatfucked whether you like it or not.”

#anon messages!!#tiki answers #abby anderson smut #abby smut #abby anderson x reader #kinda hate this rewrite feel like I was phoning it in a bit but we will overcome 😭

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groupiewhoreee · 1 year

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Imagine Kirk walking in Dave and you having sex and he’s a little bit embarrassed but it makes him kinda horny so he joins them ;) I would love a whole fic with this idea

hiii! omg yes. yes yes yes. my 2 favorite men. i love this idea thnx for requesting ittt!

Dave Mustaine x Y/N x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: Smut, heavy/filthy smut. Threesome. (Minors dnii! do nottt interact! But i cant force ya, so you can stay ig.)

Summary/Plot:In req by an lovely anon. <3

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Kirk's cold, slender finger tips landed onto the knob of the pale door that faced him. He twisted the knob anxiously. He walked in, before noticing you and Dave. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry—!" Hammett shouted, covering his eyes. Kirk was embarrassed. Pure embarrassment rushed thru his veins in hysteria. He looked over at you for a second, his eyes landing straight on ur tits. "You gonna watch us fuck or what?" Dave rolled his eyes, continuing to pound into you. He groped ur boobs, a luscious moan slipped. Kirk was aroused. He felt his dick grow in his pants. Your eyes fluttered open in ecstasy, ur eyes landed on Kirks bulge that popped thru his pants.

Kirk was starting to get horny at the sight of you two getting it on. "Mind if I— maybe, join you two?" Kirk asked. Dave looked at him. "What the hell? Absolutely not." Dave said, turning around. "Oh come on Dave, let him join in. Its fine." You said repeatedly. "Okay, whatever. What the fuck." Mustaine's eyes rolled back to space. Kirk nodded eagerly. Kirk stepped over to you and Dave. He dropped his pants as well as his boxers. His rock hard dick sprung up. Kirk gave you the signal to suck. You would grab Kirk's dick with ur soft hand. You started sucking, bobbing ur head on his cock. Dave continued to pound into you. His lips instantly clashed with urs. Kirk's head threw back. He groaned, gripping ur hair. His finger tips entangled into ur hair.

Kirk pulled his dick out of mouth, cum leaked and dripped onto ur face, it somewhat mixed into ur hair, making a filthy mess. Dave still pounded into you, his thrusts going more sloppy. He held onto ur waist tightly, enough to make bruises. Dave pulled out of you, he cummed on ur stomach. Kirk pushed Dave out of the way. "Don't fuckin' push me dickwad!" Dave pushed Kirk back. "Whatever you ass." Kirk rolled his eyes to the moon. He positioned himself at ur entrance. You bit ur lip. He slammed into you, going at a slow speed, but he started speeding up. You moaned out loud, while Kirk stretched you out. "Kirk!" You moaned. Dave jerked off while watching you two.

Dave came onto his hand, while Kirk pulled out of you and came on ur stomach as well. Kirk pulled his pants up as well as his boxers. Dave grabbed his pants and boxers, putting them on in an instant. "Damn," Dave muttered, walking to the sink in the bathroom and washing his hand off. Kirk and Dave started helping you get changed and everything. Kirk smiled while doing so. "That was fucking great man," Kirk said. "I guess, never had a threesome with a dickwad like you." Dave laughed, bumping Kirk. You just laughed, looking at the two boys. "Shut up!" Kirk bumped Dave.

#request #anon <3 #metallica #dave mustaine #kirk hammett #megadeth smut #megadeth #metallica smut #kirk hammett smut #dave mustaine smut #james hetfield #lars ulrich #cliff burton #robert trujillo #jason newsted #marty friedman #nick menza #david ellefson

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luneaticlab · 4 months

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AMORE (Chapter 2/ Finale)

Pairing - CEO!Jungkook x Secretary! reader (afab)

Synopsis- Turn up the music, our girl got laid in 13 months.

Word count- 1.08k

Rated R, read at your own risk.

Note- This is the part two of my two-shot, AMORE.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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And that's how you ended up kissing jeongguk.

He was a good kisser one hundred percent. Luckily he seemed to be enjoying this as much as you are. This kiss was sloppy, messy, your teeths clashing.

As the door of the elevator opened, you broke the kiss. He took a hold of your hand and started leading you towards his room. Not even one step in his room you guys started undressing yourselves. You both were too desperate for each other to care about your ego.

Jungkook pulled you towards him and started kissing you until you guys made it to the bed. You were in your lingerie. Jeongguk started kissing your neck, leaving some marks here and there, until he reached your boobs.

His hands found their way towards the hook of your bra. "Can I?"

And your bra was thrown away as soon as you gave him the go.

He started kneading your tits and goddamn, that felt so good. You felt like you were going to cum just by his mere touch. He started sucking your already-pointed nipples.

"Do you know how long I waited to do this?" he said squishing your blossoms.

"I touch myself to the thought of you, jeongguk." You confessed, this sentence was enough to make him groan.

"Are you ready ,baby? I'm gonna have to strech you out a little bit. Tell me whenever it hurts or too much yeah?" Jungkook said, all you did was nod. Consent is very important but given the position you both were in, all you need is his fat cock inside of you.

"Words, babe" Jungkook said , his finger said already making circle figures on your core.

"Yes, Sir. But please, I can't wait anymore." you said whimpering.

And that was all needed for jungkook to insert his big ass finger inside of you. You moaned, you started grinding on it , desperate for the friction.

"A little minx you are, y/n." He then started thrusting his fingers in and out before inserting his second finger. And you were literally cumming.

"Goddamn, did you just cum?" He asked , clearly taken aback. You looked down in embarrasment.

"Fuck y/n, you are driving me crazy each passing second."

"Jeongguk I want you, all of you." You said and that sight felt like a heaven to him. You were so beautiful, laid out like this for him, legs spread, tits out. He wanted to take time and admire every little body part of yours.

He removed his boxers and his dick sprung out. Your expression mirrored genuine surprise. Even pornstars don't have a dick this big.He pumped his dick until some pre-cum leaked out.

"Are you sure about this?" he inquired with a serious tone.

"As sure as I was about my last breakup," you replied nonchalantly. The only motto in your life was having jeongguk inside you right now.

He took out a condom from the drawer, apparently the hotel provided those.

Wrapped his dick, with one last count he entered inside you.

You immediately arched your back, good lord this was the most pleaure you've ever felt. He started pounding inside you, making you realise he was as much impatient as you were.

"Dirty little girl, do you have any idea how hard it was keeping it in my pants today? Huh y/n?" He asked breathlessly.

"You almost flashed me today babe, you wore this for me right? tell me y/n?" Jeongguk asked with a smirk on his face.

"Well I guess it worked." You replied mirroring his expression.

"Oh it worked perfectly, but you deserve a punishment for doing this." His speed increased after saying this. "You aren't allowed to cum until I tell you to." He announced and you opened your eyes to look at him in denial.

"But I'm close!" You said while squeaking.

"Too bad." Was all he said, the speed had you literally bouncing on the bed. Your tits were bouncing up and down with your ecstatic face was a sight for jeongguk.

"I'm gonna cum jeongguk please." You were literally begging expecting him to allow you to do so but his motion came to a halt.

This man denied your orgasm. You whined like a needy brat desperately grinding to make some friction but no, he wasn't moving, instead, he was just looking at you.

"Jeongguk!" You were literally crying. Your eyes begging for him to move.

"Will behave yourself after this?" He asked, his hands on your hips for you to stop grinding every fucking second.

"Yes."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"What's my name."

"Jeongguk."

He slapped your ass. "Wrong."

"Sorry, Sir ."

"That's my good girl." He slapped your ass again, making you yelp.

He started thrusting again, harder this time.

"Fuck ,y/n."

You were literally screaming. This was the best sex you've ever had. And if jeongguk's going to fuck like this, you might as well just start to wear skimpy outfits everyday.

You guys were fucking like animals, you literally had to put your hands on your tits because they were bouncing so much.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Your words came out like a scream.

"Cum for me y/n." He slapped your ass .

You were freaking squirting on jeongguk's cock. He smirked when he saw you squirting like that. "Who makes you scream like this?" He said as he held your jaw,"Who makes you squirt like this?Hm?"

"You, sir, only you." you said, you were about to pass out but jeongguk didn't finish yet.

He kept pounding and pounding like there's no tomorrow. You tried to match his pace and finally took the time to look at him, the frown on his face made him look hotter than he already is.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum y/n. I want to cum on your tits." His words muffled.

You nodded and he took no time to pull out and position his cock between your tits. Your hands started to pump him until he moaned loudly and came hard on your boobs. His cum flowing all the way from your mounds to your belly button.He removed the condom, threw it in the dustbin before making his way back to you.

He patted your thighs in appreciation before landing on the bed next to you.

"That was so good, I'm gonna run us a bath okay?" He said holding your cheek before he made his way to the bathroom.

Until then you took out your phone opened the camera app and positioned it in a way where your tits were visible enough to spot jeongguk's cum,and clicked a selfie with your tongue out.

Feverishly, you sent it on your groupchat with the caption.

Guess who got laid by her jack-ass boss.

THE END

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This marks the end of AMORE. I never thought i'd get so much love, I'll improve myself , your love and feedbacks are always anticipated.

-Lune

#jungkook bts #jungkooksmut #jungkook x reader #jungkook #bangtan #smut #jungkook smut #amore #boss #secretary

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hoodharlow · 6 months

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16. Roasting marshmallows over an open fire

X Jack Harlow

1/15

This got smutty akshdhskksks

"You must really love me if you're risking burning your pp for some head." Miriam said amused.

They've been in the backyard of their Louisville home making smores while they watched some movies in the big screen Jack had to play movies. They cuddled by one of the backyard couches as Miriam heavily judged Jack's way of eating smores; he eat everything separately, and it somehow ended with her jokingly asking him how his cum would taste with marshmallows.

"Yeah, yeah." Jack waved her off.

Miriam pushed down his sweatpants along with his boxer-briefs. His cock sprung out, tip leaking ready for Miriam's mouth. Miriam pulled her curls into a loose bun and she pushed down the tube top she wore under the flannel jacket she borrowed from him, revealing her breasts.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." She said after seeing him look a bit hesitant. "I know you don't like food need your dick– why did I even ask? I should've–"

"Miriam, I promise you I want this." He cut her off. Her pulled her to his lap and kissed her. "I wanna feel your mouth around me, just be gentle because I'm sensitive."

She rolled her eyes at the last comment then reached for the tray of melted marshmallows she had out to cool down a bit. She was exta precautions to burn him. As much as Jack joked about his dick, Miriam knew it was important to him.

"Is this okay?" She asked wrapping some around the base.

"Mhm." Jack groaned at the feeling of her hands on him.

After ten minutes of wrapping marshmallows on him, Miriam huffed. She didn't think this through. She ran out of marshmallows and now three inches of Jack's dick were marshmallow less. And she really wanted his tip covered.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked her.

"You had to have the perfect dick didn't you? I opened a new bag for this and I ran out because you're so big." She said dramatically.

"Well I'm sorry I was blessed with a dick you don't mind rawing you at any hour of the day." He said sarcastically. "I guess I'll wash this off."

"I didn't say I wasn't going to suck you off."

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow smut

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propertyofkylar · 6 months

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okieeee this is a mix of @hatkuu talking abt kylar’s weird scent thing and a prompt from @pileofmushforalex about kylar being a pity fuck/turning into angry sex. enjoy :)

m!kylar, m!whitney (mentioned), f!pc

cw: scent kink, possessiveness, kinda dubcon but not really it’s just really angry sex, a whiff of a breeding kink, kylar

“H-hi,” Kylar’s timid voice came out as he walked up to you.

You gave the boy a smile. You knew he had been following you - you could feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of your head - but he finally approached you.

A possessive hand wrapped around your wrist. “We need privacy. I-I need you to do things to me,” Kylar gulped.

You let him pull you into the nearest alleyway. Honestly, you felt bad for the guy. He was small and anxious, and therefore got picked on by everyone. And as long as you indulged him, he was perfectly sweet. Plus, he was a decent lay - what he lacked in experience he surely made up for with enthusiasm.

Quickly, his hands were sliding up your shirt and his face pressed to your neck. “Smells so good…” he mumbled into your skin, working to undress you.

You let out a pleased sound as he sucked on your throat, moving to pull down his sweatpants. Kylar looked at you adoringly and stilled your hands before dropping to his knees in front of you.

Your breath hitched as he put his head up your skirt and pressed a kiss to the front of your panties. His nose bumped your clothed clit and you giggled.

But Kylar froze. He pulled his head away and gave you a dark look. You had no idea what was going on.

“What is it?” You asked, wracking your mind for what the problem could be. But you turned up empty. Why was Kylar acting like this?

“Smells wrong,” Kylar muttered, standing up and looking you in the eyes. The fire in his expression made your heartbeat quicken.

You swallowed, starting to feel anxious. “Wrong?”

He nodded, pressing you against the wall and framing you with his arms, trapping you in. “Why do you smell like Whitney, my love?”

You felt the blood drain from your face. Whitney was your boyfriend, sure, and Kylar was, well, a pity fuck, but you tried to keep those separate. Evidently, you weren’t doing a good job.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you forced a laugh. How the hell could he even tell?

“Were you with Whitney earlier? Why? What were you doing?” Oh, Kylar was mad. Spit landed on your face as his voice got louder and more hysterical.

“Well-” You were squirming beneath his stare, panic rising in you. “I guess—I mean—he said I’m his girlfriend, and—”

“Girlfriend?!” Kylar shrieked. “But we are meant to be, my love! I love you!”

You faltered. “I know! I care about you! You just—I don’t know! You’re sweet, and I felt bad, so—”

Fuck. That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Kylar pulled away from you, looking angrier than you’d seen before. “I’m a pity fuck?!”

You couldn’t say anything in response. You were frozen with fear. Kylar started pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.

“A pity fuck…what does he have that I don’t…I’m better…I’ll show them all…”

Suddenly, Kylar spun towards you again, with a glow in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. He grinned widely, but there was no joy there.

“I’ll just have to fuck you even better than Whitney, I guess.”

His mouth was on yours in a violent kiss, your teeth clashing against each other. You think you felt blood drawn.

“My love is teasing me!” Kylar giggled hysterically as he slid a hand below your waistband. You felt two of his fingers inside you, the heel of his palm rubbing against your clit. You whined.

Kylar’s mouth returned to your neck, this time biting down. Hard.

“Fuck!” You gasped and felt Kylar smirk against your skin.

“He doesn’t touch you like this. I know it,” he mumbled as his fingers scissored in you. You could only respond in moans.

Kylar pulled his pants down and his fully erect cock sprung out, the tip already leaking precum. Your thighs clenched involuntarily at the sight.

“Gonna feel so good inside you,” he murmured as he pulled his fingers out of you. He shoved them in his mouth with a smile. “Mmm, still tastes like you, at least.”

Then, he practically tore your panties off and plunged his hefty cock inside of you, eliciting a whimper from you as your walls stretched to accommodate the size. That was something you would never tell Whitney - Kylar had a dick bigger than his.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Kylar thrusted into you. He pressed his body right against yours, trapping you between him and the wall behind you.

“Gonna fill my love up,” Kylar cooed, reaching down to rub your clit. “Everyone will know you’re mine when I - hngh -put a baby in you!”

You felt heat building in you. “That’s right, my love. Cum around my cock,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“Fuck, Kylar,” you groaned, knowing your peak would hit soon.

“Yes,” Kylar gasped. “Say my name! Say it again!”

And you did just that, his name coming out in breathy moans as you came.

“Yes!” Kylar said again, his hips slamming into you. “I love you so much. Gonna fill you up. Gonna be mine forever and ever–” his voice stopped working entirely as he pulled you as close as humanly possible, shuddering as he came inside you.

Panting, he laid his head on your shoulder and breathed in deeply. He made no signs of moving, instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

“I’m not pulling out until I know you’re pregnant,” Kylar growled. “And I know you’re ovulating right now. I can smell it.”

What the fuck?

#degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #nica write a kylar fic without adding in a breeding kink challenge (failed)#writing this instead of writing articles for work #flop era ? or success? you decide #another thousand word kylar fic bc im normal

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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AGEGAP 🎃 OBJECT INSERTION/ TOYS

DAY 11

AGEGAP + toys

WARNINGS: sex toys, begging, male reader, smut, gay, age gap, use of the word "boy pussy", sir kink, baby boy, overstimulation

He was a cute little thing, second year in university and oh so sweet.

It was no surprise that Takeomi whisked him away.

The two had been dating for several months, the sweet university student awakening Takeomis hornier side once more and loved playing with his boyfriend.

Taking a drag of his cigarette he watched (name) fuck himself on a dildo as an egg vibrator was taped to his leaking cock.

(Name) was moaning and panting as he fucked himself vigorously, hands gripping the expensive linens as he did so "'omi!" (Name) cried out as he tried bringing himself to completion but it just wasn't enough, ever since the first time he got impaled by Takeomis cock nothing else could compare.

"P-please..."

"Please what?" Takeomi asked as he took a drag of his cigarette, eyeing (name) intensely "come on use your words"

"P-please sir, fuck my boy pussy..."

Takeomi butted out his cigarette and walked over, undoing his belt and removed his pants and underwear and his cock sprung up, hard and begging to plunder (name)s ass.

"Lay down baby boy"

(Name) was very compliant as he lay on his back, vibrator still on full blast and dildo deep within him as Takeomis large hand went between his legs and grasped the toy and slowly pulled it out and watched (name)s flushed face filled with anticipation only to shove the toy back in deep and watch (name) choke back a sob and throw his head back, most definitely fucking his prostate head on.

The strength that Takeomi used to fuck (name)s hole with the toy was enough to make the poor baby climax.

"Came already? Guess you don't need my cock afterall"

"Nonono! Please sir! Fuck my guts with your cock please!"

"So polite..." Takeomi said finally removed the toy and stared at (name)s gaping ass for a moment before aligning his cock and thrusting in hard, watching (name) shake and grip Takeomis arms as the older man had a tight hold on (name)s waist.

"How the fuck are you so tight after fucking yourself with that fucking toy?" Takeomi grunted out as he began pounding into (name), licking his lips as he looked down at (name) who was completely debauched and crying pathetically.

"god I can fuck you over and over and you won't get tired huh? You little rabbit"

"M-m-maybe iss 'cause ur oolld~" even slurring and moaning he still had time to be cheeky and bratty but takeomi payed him no mind as he bent his lovers legs and began fucking into him.

God he loved (name), the sweet angel never asked for anything other than his love and sometimes his cock.

And he was more than happy to give both.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" (Name) cried as the sensation of the vibrator and his man's cock made him oversensitive and forced another climax from his body.

"Fuck baby, and I thought you had the higher stamina!" Takeomi barked out a laugh as he continued fucking (name) the two not ending for hours, by time they finished takeomi came in one big load to (name)s four times.

"Thank you sir..." (Name) mumbled out dazed as he kissed takeomi sweetly, the two relaxing in the tub as (name) lay on his boyfriends chest.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #takeomi x male reader #Takeomi x reader #takeomi smut #smut #kinktober

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l0sercat · 1 year

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This is non-con so beware and read at your own discretion. Mature audience only! No I don't condeme anything happening in the story. If rape is triggering for you then click off and do not read. If you ignore the warnings and read this I am not responsible for anything. Please take care of yourselves, I love you all <3

Jack the Ripper x reader

I walked down the poorly lighted street. I crossed my arms over my chest. I shivered and nervously looked around. As I walked past a dark alley I felt eyes on me. I turned my head around out of paranoia but didn't see anyone. When I was about to turn my head around I felt an arm snake around my waist. "Hey!-" I yelped in surprise.

The other hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my voice. I started to squirm and thrash in his embrace. The man's lips brushed against the shell of my earand shushed me. He pulled me into the dark alley.

I could hardly see anything and the light provided by the lamp post did next to nothing to brighten the alley up. I didn't stop squirming so the guy slammed me into the brick wall. I let out a pained cry and tears filled my eyes. "Will you stop struggling and not scream for help when I remove my hand?" He said in ahushed tone.

I nodded my head, and he slowly moved his hand away from my mouth and spun me around. I took in his appearance, he had facial hair and wore very formal attire. I trembled and my knees threatened to give up on me. "P-please don't hurt m-me..." I whispered, my voice trembled and I kept stuttering over my words. He chuckled "Such a pretty color.." he mumbled

I stared at him in confusion. "W-what?" I said, his hand gripped my neck and pushed me against the wall. His eyes seemed to pierce through me and into my soul. I let out a whimper and tears escaped my eyes. His free hand ran up my body slowly. And it finally landed on my clothed breast. My eyes widened and I gasped "P-please n-no.." I said now trying to struggle again.

He paused and a devilish grin spread across his face. "I've never seen this color before...how beautiful" He tightened his grip on my neck and my heart rate increased. He slammed me on the floor and pressed his clothed cock against my face.

He quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It sprung out and pressed against my cheek. I tightly closed my lips shut and glared up at him. Tears still escaped my eyes and I was scared but I played brave. His cock twitched against my cheek and I could tell he was leaking pre-cum.

He grinned down at me and forcefully took my chin in his hand. He placed his thumb on my lip and pried my mouth open. "Mmph!-" I shook my head but his grip was strong. "Don't bite or I'll tear out your eyes and then string your organs over this alley.." My vision was blurry and I let out a sob.

The tip pressed against my lips and slowly entered my mouth. He let out a low moan and sighed when he fully entered my warm mouth. I looked up at him and saw his face, although it was dark I could tell he was enjoying this; the bastard.

He thrusted his hips and his cock touched the back of my throat causing me to gag. He placed his hand on the back of my head. "Guess I got to take control huh?.." he let out a deep soft laugh

He then started guiding my head on his cock. My tongue grazed the underside of his cock. I let out a sob and he started going faster then I could keep up with. I was gagging and choking and my hands went up to his thighs. The sloppy sounds echoed against the alley's walls.

I grasped his legs and dug my nails into the rough material of his pants. "Mmghp!" Was the only sound that came out when I tried to protest. I gripped his thighs and tried to pry myself away. I breathed heavily through my nose trying to regain my breath. His hand tightened around my head and he forced me to take all of him. He kept me there, my nose pressed against his pubes. They tickled my face and I let out another muffled sound.

He thrusted again and cum shot out and slid down my throat. He sighed and gave one last thrust and looked down at my face. "You give off such petty color...I wonder" he slid out of my mouth which caused me to gasp for air.

He shoved my shoulders and I fell to the cold hard ground. I let out a whimper "P-please no more.." I begged, he crouched down on his knees. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer. "Oh God please help.." I sobbed which caused his to chuckle "No God is going to save you.."

He lifted up my dress and exposed my underwear. He grabbed them and tore them off leaving me fully exposed to him. I let out another sob "P-please don't Im begging you... I won't tell a-anyone I promise!" But he seemed to ignore my pleas.

He lined up the tip of his cock to my entrance. He looked down at me with a gaze that was full of lust and desire. He then slammed his hips and entered me. I gasped and let out a whine. I gripped the floor and grunted in pain at the sudden entrance.

His pace was slow and then eventually got faster. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoed in the alley. I cried out and he tossed my legs over his shoulders. He then placed his hands beside my head and peered into my eyes.

He thrusted faster into me hitting places he couldn't reach before. He maintained eye contact with me and I let out a broken and unwanted moan. Which caused him to pause for a second and then a wide grin spread across his face. "Did you just moan...oh wow and your color is so different from the rest.."

I tossed my head back and bit my lip silently begging for this to be over. He slammed into me harder and faster. He started to pant and then tossed his head back and moaned. I felt his cum shoot into me and I let out a sob. "Oh God no no no I don't wanna be pregnant.." I cried, he pulled out his cock. It twitched and cum coated the tip.

He then flipped me over "No no please no more I can't take anymore please-" I then let out a sound between a gasp and a moan. He gripped my hips and lifted my ass up. His nails dug into my exposed flesh and his hips snapped against my ass.

Broken sobs escaped my mouth one after another. One hand sneaked around and started to play with my clit. His middle finger rubbed circles against it. He slowly teased it and I let a moan. I twitched and started to squirm. "No please don't do that!" I begged

"So sensitive.." he mumbled and started to go faster. I moaned louder and bucked my hips forward. "Are you perhaps enjoying this..?" He asked and I immediately shook my head no "N-no of course not you monster! A-ah!" He slapped my ass and picked up his speed.

Soon enough we both were cumming. His seed covered my gummy walls and my cum coated his cock. I clenched subconsciously and he groaned. I panted, my chest rose up and down quickly. I stared to drool and my eyes fluttered shut.

The man before me saw my pitiful form and decided to give me mercy. So he scooped me up and took me to his place.

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