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k3n-dyll · 2 months

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Vouyer [Abby A.]

||Men, minors, and ageless DNI

CW: 18+, wlw, a lot of porn - a pinch of plot if you squint and turn your head, subbottom!abby, domtop!reader, Abby getting caught, masturbation, voyeurism cus reader watches her for a hot minute, fingering(A!receiving), tribbing, perv!reader and perv!abby kinda, overstimulation, Abby cries a lil bit

AN: I feel like my brain fizzed out near the end idk. I think I'm cooked. Anyways, hope this doesn't suck ass as much as my brain is telling me it does!

Masterlist. Divider creds DON'T FORGET ABOUT PALESTINE

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "Just like that- fuck" the words escape her lips, sounding strained and breathless. A thin layer of sweat coats her toned body as she fills herself up to the best of her ability, her thick fingers ramming in and out of her used, sloppy cunt as she chases her orgasm for the third time tonight.

This was not how she had planned for her night to go, but if you could have only seen just how pretty you'd looked; drenched in sweat from head to toe, clothes sticking to every curve of your bruised and bloodied body after such a close call on patrol earlier that day. She'd almost compromised herself just to get a glimpse of you looking like that. Her piercing blue eyes tracked your every movement, once the threat - a pack of infected that had attacked while you were both searching for supplies - was gone.

Or at least she'd thought they were at the time until she felt a pair of gnarled and decaying hands grab onto her shoulders. She killed the thing herself, of course, knocking the stalker off balance with one hard whack of a steel pipe before throwing it onto the ground, forcing the heel of her boot down onto its sprouting head with a splat. Not realizing that it was you she had been distracted by, you gave her a disapproving eye roll and she winced.

It was her own fault you weren't that fond of her, the blonde has ignored you since you first showed up at the WLF a few months back. Even when you became roommates, Abby's demeanor towards you was always cold and disinterested. It was stupid but she figured it was best. She was unable to even think about saying a word to you without her palms sweating. She just knew she'd fuck up and stumble over her words, making herself look weak in front of you and she couldn't have that.

When Abby learned that you were going to spend part of your night drinking with Manny, Owen, and Nora, she took the opportunity to lie.

" 'm tired. Think I'm gonna just go to bed" she had mumbled, feigning exhaustion, going so far as to force a yawn out before she walked back to the room. Alone.

The girl didn't make it five minutes without touching herself, getting comfortable in bed, and shoving her hand down her underwear. Dumbly, she figured that maybe if she just got off once, she could get the image of you out of her brain.

That was how she got where she is now. Naked, driving her middle and ring fingers as deep as she can get them, pumping them in and out of her cunt, her other hand joining as she rubs feverishly over her sensitive clit. The scene is downright pornographic, the sloshing sounds coming from Abby's body as she fucks herself stupid on her own fingers, her jaw slack, your name spilling from her soft lips in sinful prayer.

She wants it to be you so bad, it's almost pathetic.

She can't bring herself to stop - she just knows it'd feel so much better if your hands replaced her own and the rest of her body seems to agree with that thought. So much so that every time she tries to stop or give herself a break that ache comes back full force, a heartbeat forming between her thick thighs. It gets so bad that she considers walking to your side of the room and grabbing one of your t-shirts because at this point your scent could get her there.

"Jus' one more, one more, baby pleasepleaseplease - holy shit"

That third orgasm hits Abby like a truck, her begging eventually becoming a mess of incoherent babbling under her breath, her body twitching as she comes down from her high. Again. And again, it isn't enough. She can't take her mind off of just how fucking good you would look on top of her - god - the mere thought of having your pretty pussy slotted up against hers is enough to make her crave more.

Abby lets out a deep sigh and plops her head back down onto the pillow underneath her as she tries to catch her breath, thinking maybe she should just try to sleep it off. Despite her better judgement though, she finds herself with the pads of her fingers back on her puffy, pulsing clit, stroking herself in languid circular motions.

You stood in the entryway of your room, peeking your head in the door to watch as Abby fucking Anderson of all people split herself on her fingers, letting out the prettiest moans as she chases her release. You knew that you should probably just close the door and quietly sneak away. Go back to the mess hall with your group, maybe pretend you forgot something, and then conveniently "lose track of time" while you were there so that your roommate could finish her little "session".

You really were going to leave. As a matter of fact, you were halfway through closing the door when you heard something that made you stop in your tracks. It was Abby.

And she was moaning your name.

The sound was unmistakable as it was one of the only words you were able to fully recognize through her stupor of bated breaths and blissed-out whining. The frigid, unstoppable force of a soldier that had been ignoring your existence for months was actually begging for you, crying out your name over and over again as she fucked herself.

You found yourself biting your lip at the sound, and before you knew it, you were tip-toeing all the way into your shared room. You practically held your breath as you closed the door behind you, freezing completely once it clicked shut and lightly punching the air in silent celebration once you had confirmed you managed to sneak in undetected.

It was all so perverted, and yet you couldn't stop staring

You were leaning up against the wall beside the door, trying your best to be quiet and resist the urge to shove your hand down your own pants as you watched Abby's naked body convulse under her fingers when she came, eyes trailing over her body as she rode out her high.

It became clear pretty quickly that she'd been at this for a while, unable to satisfy herself completely. You watched as she began to start herself up again, her hand making its way back down between her thighs, her legs twitching still from her previous climax. From what you can see of her face, she seems a bit frustrated, her eyebrows knotted together in almost anger as she lazily works her fingers on her clit. She looks and sounds so precious that, before you can fully think it through, you speak.

"Still not finished?"

Abby nearly falls out of her bed with how quickly she shoots upward, covering herself with her blanket, a deep red blush fanning out along her freckled cheeks. It doesn't take much for her to realize that you heard her, your expression telling her everything she needed to know.

"I was, uh-..."

"Yeah, I heard...and saw" you interrupt, making your way over to the blonde's bed, unable to contain your amusement at the situation as your eyes trail over her.

" 'S this why you've been avoiding me, baby?"

She just stares at you, not fully knowing why she can't bring herself to do anything - to deny your suspicion, yell at you, or do something that would make her stop feeling so vulnerable right now. But she just looks up at you, mouth slightly agape.

"You could have just asked me for some help with that if you wanted it, y'know." you continue, gently gripping her under her chin to make her look at you.

Her jaw clenches, and for a moment, Abby considers pulling away from you. Getting mad and reasserting her dominance or something but you both know that isn't going to happen. You catch a glimpse of her fingers, glistening and wrinkly from how long she's been trying to get herself off, and your suspicions are confirmed which only emboldens you to go further. You lean down a bit closer, your face so close to hers that your noses nearly touch.

"You can't satisfy yourself no matter how hard you try, can you?"

Abby squirms a little but she shakes her head slightly in response, eyes breaking contact with yours but your hand never releases her jaw. You've never seen her look this exposed before - not only in terms of her nakedness but she just looked so vulnerable and small right now, despite her actual size.

You press a kiss to her lips, and she practically melts into you, allowing you to lay her back down on the mattress and crawl on top of her, your hand caught in her loosened braid. The other hand wanders down between her legs, eager to feel the sticky mess that shes turned herself into over the thought of you.

The sweet little whines she gives you as you circle your fingers along her clit are so unfamiliar coming from her but oh so welcome as opposed to her usual stoicism. You almost feel bad for the fact that shes had to wait for so long to finally get that release shes in desperate need of. A release that can only seem to be triggered by your hand.

If Abby wasn't already embarrassed for having been caught, she was sure as hell embarrassed with how quickly you got her to cum on your fingers. You've barely gotten the chance to get them inside of her before her irises roll back, head thrown onto the pillow beneath her as her body twitches in ecstasy.

"S-sorry, I-"

You see her begin to apologize but she's cut off completely at the sight of you sucking her essence off of your fingers, her words being yanked right from her mouth as her arousal comes back with a force. She knows she's way too sensitive to do anything else, but the thought of saying no to you right now doesnt even cross her mind as an option once you start pulling off your clothes.

It's all she can do to keep her hands to herself while you strip. Those vivid blue eyes are glued to your body, enamored by the perfection being uncovered in front of her. You place yourself back on top of her, hiking her leg up over your shoulder and lowering yourself until her cunt is pressed flush against your own. You let out a simultaneous groan at the feeling, grinding yourself down onto her with little regard for how sensitive she is.

"Hnmn- fuck" Abby's hips buck upward involuntarily, her body telling her that she's had enough, but it feels too good to stop.

She couldn't tell you it was too much if she wanted to anyway, every attempted word coming out of her mouth as incoherent whines and half-finished syllables. You watch her face intently as a few tears begin to make their way down her reddened cheeks and it only makes you pick up the pace, pressing wet kisses against the side of her calf as your clit perfectly ruts against hers with each thrust.

"You've wanted this so fuckin' bad, haven't you?" You tease her through gritted teeth, the words spilling out without much thought.

"Want me to fuck you till you cant fuckin breathe, hm?"

All that comes out of Abby in response are breathless "yes's" all jumbled into one word followed desperate little whines, her fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips as if she's afraid you'll stop if she lets go.

"G'na cu- ohmygod" she tries to warn but the poor girl can barely think. You hear her loud and clear though, making a point to apply a bit more pressure, the sloppy noises coming from your bodies moving against one another in tandem bringing you close as well.

The orgasm that results sends electricity through your body, pleasure that's only heightened by the uncontained scream that pulls from Abby's throat when she cums with you, drenching your inner thighs even more. She doesn't even seem to care if anyone hears her, too fucked out to even try to keep her mouth shut. Mercifully, you take the responsibility away from her, crashing your lips onto hers and muffling the sound in the hard, wet kiss.

The euphoria lingers even after you've slowed to a stop, heavy, labored breathing and Abby's soft whimpers the only sounds that occupy the room. A low chuckle escapes you as you pepper soft kisses along her cheeks, your thumb accompanying to wipe up her pretty tears.

AN: One thing I suck at doing is thinking of a way to fuckin close these

reblogs appreciated☆requests open

Almost forgot, taglist: @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery, @ikoinsblog

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mousedotjpeg · 5 months

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cw: explicit smut, johnny being a perv, mentions of reader and price being parental figures but not in a weird way, praise kink, price is mushy gushy but also rough, idek what else to put its just johnny perving on price and wife thats it thats the drabble

Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish had seen the absolute worst of the world in his years working in the army. Things no human should ever have to witness; scenes so grotesque, heart-wrenching, and downright deplorable that they could only be conjured by hell.

But this? Not even the purest form of bleach would cleanse this from his eyes, nor the sweet freedom of death enough to erase this from his soul. Price, his beloved captain and father figure, and you, the wife of said captain, who just happened to be 141’s sweet little medic, going at it like catholic fucking rabbits in your empty office. All he had wanted was an extra dosage of melatonin following a rough mission, but the scene laid out in front of him would serve to keep him awake and squirming the remainder of the night.

But... the way his superior's hands so gently cupped your cheek and ran through your tousled locks - a direct contrast to his brutal thrusts that bounced you across your consultation table - had his boots glued to the linoleum floor. How long had it been since Soap had indulged in the touch of another? Even longer, the last time he muttered anything along the lines of what filth the captain cooed into your ear.

Shit, it was bad enough seeing the woman he looks up to as practically a mother get defiled by his hypothetical father, so why, why, could he feel himself getting hard in his pants? With bated breath, Johnny ignored the screaming bastard in his mind telling him to run like his ass caught fire and leant ever so slightly more into the doorway, enabling him to hear more of the filth his comrades were indulging in.

His sensitive ears first caught on to the wet 'schmick' of John's hips connecting with yours, then the heavenly sound of your sweet, sweet whimpers and moans. He ignored the moral questions his eavesdropping - no, perving - raised, and reached his hand around to the front of his pants, hand cautiously cupping himself.

"Fuck, honey, takin' it all so fuckin' well f' me," John groaned, panting into your ear.

"Jus' need one more from you, darlin' and I'll give it to you, yeah? Fill you up just like you need, finally get you fuckin' full of my babies." He babbles, clearly close to finishing himself, only holding off to feel the tight squeeze of your warmth milking him for everything he's worth one last time. You only whine out a weak "yes," far too fucked out to give any sophisticated answer, though it's clearly plenty for both your husband and the sneaky voyeur listening in.

Soap bites into his free fist, muffled a choked groan as he reaches into his pants, running along the length of himself to teasingly rub his thumb against his tip. It's easy to imagine himself in his captain's place, losing himself in the ecstasy of your sweet little cunt, all his for the taking. He's embarrassingly sensitive as he begins stroking himself in earnest, wishing for a moment that he could freely fuck his fist outside of the confines of his cargos.

"Fuck!" Johnny stills for a moment following the obscenity John shouts, then quickly gets right back to his rhythm, finding his Captain enjoying every second of your orgasm. Johnny himself bites back a pitiful sob as he imagines how tight your cunt must be in that moment, enough to make a stoney man such as Price break in your arms.

"Shit, shit, shitshitshit, honey, you feel so fuckin' good, baby, such a good little wife f' me, gonna fuckin pump my fuckin' babies into this delectable little cunt a' yours, yeah, baby? How's that sound? I'll have you barefoot 'nd pregnant f' me in no fuckin' time, honey." Price rambles, utterly pussy drunk as he rapidly approaches his high. His thrusts stutter only to press himself as deep as possible into you, which in turn roughly shoves you up the table, then he's grunting low in his throat, pressing his cold nose to your jaw and releasing all of himself into your abused heat.

At the same moment, Johnny's tossing his head back, ruining his own pants with his filth. His teeth nearly draw blood as they press sharply into his fist, though it does nothing to slow or ease Soap's ecstasy as his cock twitches in his grip and spurts out every last drop of cum in his heavy balls. He has half the mind to quiet his breathing, at last letting off his fist, leaning against the wall.

Pulling his hand from his boxers, he wipes it lazily on his cargos, daring one last risky glance into the room that holds his captain and medic, only to find one cheeky John fucking Price staring right back at him.

finally getting back into writing. i have no idea if this even makes any fuckin sense >:'c also i wasnt sure if i should tag it as a soap x reader, since he's not technically with the reader? but i went ahead and did, so just lmk if it shouldnt and ill fix it c:

~ mouse

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luvyeni · 1 month

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p. bsf!sohee x fem!reader | warnings: voyeurism (?), blowjob, allusions to sex | words: 0.8k ~ (854) 💂‍♂️ㆍ₊⊹

request: sohee smut pleaseeee 🫶🏻?

authors note. here you go lovey🩵

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

living in the ages of various streaming services; you barely made it out to go the movies; opting to wait until it came on tv— avoiding spoilers on tiktok so you could peacefully watch it the comforts of your own home; you just really didn’t enjoy the inside movie theater— so imagine your surprise when your best friends basically kidnaped you to drag you to a random drive in movie theater.

“sohee are you serious?” you scoffed as you pulled into the almost empty theater, the other three cars probably containing couples who want to fuck or teens needing a place to get high— or both. “what?” he smiled. “i thought it would be fun.”

the teenager who probably wanted a job but didn’t want to do any work sat scrolling on his phone. “this place is like 100 years old, and i doubt that popcorn is any good.” you pointed. “don’t worry I got us covered.” he pointed to the back seat, a bag full of snacks and drinks. “just gotta tune the radio so we can hear the movie.” he said. “cheer up, it will be fun.”

you decided to give it a try and not be so pessimistic— grabbing a blanket to cover yourself, grabbing some chips and a beer. “you know, most people don’t come to these things.” sohee said; munching on some chips. “yeah.” you laugh. “as you can see these three cars here besides ours and that car has been rocking for the past 20 minutes and there’s smoke coming out that one.” you pointed it out. “and i think that one is abandoned.”

he look around pouting; he really wanted to try something new with you. “don’t be too upset, you know i don’t like these types of things, but this isn’t all that bad so i give you props.” you reached over, pinching his cheek. “good job.” he smiled, stuffing his face some more with his favorite trip.

a few more minutes past of watching the movie when you heard a loud moan. “oh my god.” you let out a snort. “told you.” you turned to your friend, who’s neck was now red. “aw is our little sohee getting excited hearing the couples have sex.” he scratched the back of his neck. “sh-shut up.” You laughed. “you are!” you exclaimed, he whined covering his face. “is that why you invited me out here to live out you voyeur fantasies, pervert.”

sohee felt himself chub up in his pants, your words along with the moaning was doing unimaginable things to him. “it is hot, isn’t it?” you said. “he seems to really be giving it to her.” you smirked, seeing his hand come up to cover his hard on. “y-yn.” you placed your hand on his knee. “please don’t.”

“you don’t want me to touch you?” you tilted your head teasingly. “the movie still has 30 minutes left, are you gonna sit there palming your cock to the couple fucking next to us or are you gonna let me suck you off?” he moved his hand, heavily breathing; he couldn’t believe his best friend was about to suck him off. “lift your hips up.”

he lifted his hips, letting you pull out his cock, his tip dark red, dripping with pre-cum. “shit, hearing them fuck made you this hard, you really are a little perv aren’t you?” he let out a loud whimper as your hand wrapping around his length. “its kind of pathetic.” You squeezed his cock. “oh fuck! please don’t do that.” he moaned out.

“why?” you pouted, leaning over;;kissing his tip. “you gonna cum just from me squeezing your cock.” you squeezed it again, gripped the arm of the chair. “really pathetic hee.”

you finally put the boy out his misery, putting his cock into your mouth. “fu-fuck.” he moaned. “yo-your mouth is.” he gasped, unable to speak barely as you bobbed your head, jerking off what you couldn’t speak. “oh fuck your so good.” his head was thrown back, his hand coming to your head softly, caressing it. “sh-shit.”

it was messy, the noises from your mouth as you gagged on his cock will fuel him with jerk off material for mouth. “fuck yn im gonna cum, please get of.” you pulled off of him, looking at him in the eyes, stroking his cock. “come on hee, look at me.” you purred, the boy forced himself to look at you. “good boy.”

“come on cum for me, want you to cum in my mouth.” you put your mouth on his tip, sucking as you stroked the rest of his cock. “shit im cumming.” His hand slapped against the window. “ngh fuck!” he shouted, his cum spurting from his cock, hitting your tongue. “shit.”

you let him finish, pull off of him, swallowing his sticky substance. “yo-you didn’t have to.” but you weren’t listening, taking off your shirt, climbing into his lap, feeling his cock twitch against your clothed cunt. “just pay me back.” you kissed him. “h-how.”

“theres still 20 minutes left, let’s see how many times your cock can make me cum.”

©️LUVYENI

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hijackalx · 7 months

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GALE NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

gale will insist on doing the clean-up himself. like cleaning up both u and him. it's just his gentlemanly nature 😇 i think he also will ramble about stuff completely unrelated while doing it too 😹😹 like while he's wiping off ur face or something with a warm rag he'll be saying shit like "hm. i wonder where tara is, haven't seen her in a while. probably off eating pigeons, i suppose" STOPP IM IN LOVE WITH HIM

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

i think he's pretty proud of his shoulders. they have good width to them and idk they just look nice and stronk 💪🏻 as for his partner, he is a thigh man. he lovvessss thighs. will kiss and squeeze them while u sit on his face. also, if ur AFAB, he will not ever hesitate to grab a titty 🤭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum,

basically)

not getting any specific places where he likes to cum. i think he will cum anywhere as long as it's on/in u. waitttt he probably does like to cum in ur mouth doe. and maybe to smear it on ur lips a little like some lip gloss 😊 LMAO

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

lowkey think he's a little bit of a voyeur ooohhh nasty boy. idk like i think hes into watching/hearing other ppl fuck but he is deeply ashamed of this so dont ever bring it up 😹😹

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

dawg. nobody can convince me his first wasnt mystra. sooo.... not SUPER experienced in terms of like... numbers...... but him and mystra was doing some freak shit....... i just know it.......

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ugh this is a good question. i think he likes cowgirl. u have to hold his hands tho and make eye contact with him or just forget it gurl 🙄✋ he likes to admire ur body and watch u use him to get off

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

okkk gale can be a little silly sometimes but are we surprised ?? HES ALWAYS SILLY !! i think he switches between serious and goofy. he takes mess-ups and embarrassing moments pretty well and will never make u feel bad over them 🥺 like he'll use humor to make u feel comfortable and safe I NEED HIMMMMM FUCK

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

yeah hes pretty hairy. i dont think his hair is EXTREMELY thick tho. like he has fine, kind of curly kind of straight body hair? not a lot on his chest but he does have a happy trail, pubes, ARMPIT HAIR 🤤, and leg and forearm hair. i think it looks rlly good on his forearms too eugh.......

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can be really romantic if he wants to (which is most of the time) but like i said he can also be unserious. but that doesnt make it less romantic i guess ???? anyway yeah he'll even plan everything out. like the type of dude to light candles and lay rose petals and shit 😹😹 probably likes to have some wine beforehand to get yall in the mood better too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he will but i dont think he does often. if ur an option he prefers that. if not theres like a 50/50 chance he'll beat off. lowkey feel like he might debate on whether or not its too much work and if he should just go to sleep instead LMAO WAIT PAUSSEEEEEE MAGE HAND ????? yeah...... yeah gurl. if hes feeling lazy thats how its gonna go. prolly will close his eyes and pretend its ur hand

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

normally somewhere secluded like in a room together on a bed but if hes feeling spicy then somewhere with the possibility of getting caught 😏 maybe on a balcony somewhere or IN THE FUCKING SKY

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

i think hes pretty sensitive and in tune to teasing glances or accidentally-on-purpose touches. wordddsss too bro. loves dirty talk so much. especially if ur the one to talk dirty to him. ugh ok gemini vibes yall? yes or yes? anyway whisper things in his ear or say suggestive things in front of other ppl, like innuendo shit 😹

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

uhhh... umm.... uh

jk he wont do any noncon roleplay or anything like that. not sure if theres anything else tho 😭

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

wants to give and receive but has a preference for giving head like its probably his fav sex act 😭😭 yall know hes good af at it too and probably says nasty shit while hes doing it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he'll adjust depending on what u want. but if ur riding him he likes when ur more sensual that way he can admire ur body a little better

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesnt seem like a quickie guy to me. like i said he likes to plan it out most days.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

😐

yes. hes a freak yall

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if he does most of the work then he wont want to go another round but if its u then he probably will. i think it just depends on his mood too. if ur not satisfied yet tho he will use mage hand or projection gale to help 😹😹

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i think he likes to tease a generous amount. he can dish it out but cant take it tho he gets flustered pretty fast lol

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not extremely loud but will moan/whimper whatever. hes not afraid to make noise like not ashamed at all but i dont see him being obnoxious lol. mostly just talks tho LMAO

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

hes pretty much always thinking nasty but not always horny. he just like me fr. prolly not trying to smash often tho cuz he likes to plan ahead and make everything perfect. will fuck maybe 3 days a week unless ur really raring to go 😭

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

will prolly catch up on a book afterwards for a while before going to sleep. this is so comforting to me tho like what? imagine being all fucked-out and snuggy while ur bae reads their lil book and looks after u while u sleep.... need

#added a lil picture for yall is that nice ?#baldurs gate #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #gale headcanons #gale of waterdeep #headcanons #x reader #gale x tav #gale x reader #my headcanons #baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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hotxcheeto · 1 year

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━ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, ab/muscle riding ( reader on ellie ), voyeurism ( phone call sex with unaware 3rd party ), kissing, nudity, joel showing up, mention of shower sex, showering together, fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I've been in such a bad writing funk so I'm sorry if this is horrid and sucks ass, life has been awful.

𝗔𝗨 - Modern !

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All you could hear was her breathing, soft and mixed with quiet snores that she didn't care to correct. Her eyes shut but you knew the rest of her was awake, the telltale sign of that being the fingers running against your bare back in a circular motion.

The glassware and utensils had been left out on her coffee table but the food had successfully been put away late last night. It was the last time either of you had gotten up from the couch up until now, the mid-morning sun greeting you both.

A channel you didn't know the name of played on the screen in front of you which kept you slightly entertained. Half in a haze of sleep and the other partially awake. You were just basking in the fact that you didn't have to do a thing today but lay there if you really wanted.

Then again, her phone had other plans, beginning to ring just as your eyes had began to shut again. The sound was excruciating, so much so that you had shoved your face into her body and groaned into her belly by the time the pattern repeated, trying not to smile at the sound of her throaty laughter while she reached for the device.

"What?" She answered.

You peaked up at her, resting your chin on the backs of your hands.

"You always answer the phone with 'what' or do you just really not like them?" You mocked her voice in a whisper earning you a tap on your blanket covered ass and a smirk.

"No I'm busy." She replied to whoever was talking, watching you as you looked away and at her hallway, trying to decide whether peeing was more important than your current comfort.

"I said I'm busy, Cat. I will later or something." The mention of her name made you peer over and meet Ellie's eyes once again. "Cat, huh?" You teased, this time feeling her pinch you, hand dipping underneath the fluffy layer and running itself over your warm skin.

"I dunno, call Dina. I'm really busy right now, Joel needs me to help him set up his new cable shit or whatever, you know him." You giggled, sitting up on her torso in order to swing your legs on either side of her body.

"Wow, using your old man as an excuse. Diabolical." She squeezed the bottom of your butt, bringing her warm hand over to hold your hip. "I don't know about later anyways, Joel wanted me to stay for dinner."

Her gaze was fixated on your face, biting the inside of her lip when she moved to push your lower half forward. Humming almost inaudibly when you seemed to get the message.

"Listen I gotta go, I don't know what you want me to do about that. I can't keep helping you out when it comes to these things."

You went slow at first, grinding your bare cunt against her pelvis followed by little moans tumbling from your lips. Little puffs of air coming with which Ellie found adorable tending to focus more on your mouth than whatever her ex was saying.

"Ellie..."

The whimpers were unheard on Cat's end of the phone though, standing outside her ex-job place whilst praying to God Ellie could show up and sweet talk her boss into letting her stay.

"I can't keep getting you jobs if you're gonna lose them. It'll fuck up my shop name if I keep getting others into bullshit." You covered your face to muffle your noises when she bucked her hips, but she quickly tugged your hands away to meet your pretty eyes and accidentally caused you to fall forward.

"You got your ex a job?"

"Was trying to be nice-" she smiled as you shifted into a better position. Tilting her head as you humped your clit against her muscles again and again while she gripped your thigh,"-ended in me getting fucked over, as per usual."

"How sweet of you.. oh fuck–" That had come out much louder than you intended but your mind had become a foggy mess that hadn't noticed. But Ellie had.

"What? Nothing Cat, I gotta go." You sped up, feeling your belly begin to tighten whilst you dug your nails into her shoulders. Clenching your teeth as to not be so fucking obvious.

"M'gonna... Ellie.."

"Bye Cat, I'll talk to you later." She hung up before the other girl got a chance to say her farewells. Tossing her phone onto the carpet with a soft thump, but her attention was all on you.

You moved, sitting up once more to arch yourself into her abs, rotating your hips so that your clit hit every delicious spot. Mouth wide and hung open, Ellie admired not only that, but the way your head fell backwards and your eyes closed.

"I- fuck-"

"Let go already... you're pretty when you come y'know." The sound of those few words sent you flying over the edge. Body stuttering and shaking, Ellie helping you out by guiding you back and forth again to make it easier.

You couldn't make that out though, laying your head on her chest once you'd begun to come down.

"I think you are just as pretty " You replied after a moment, taking a deep and unleveled breather while staring at the back of the couch. Then shifting your head to peer up at her, a question on her tongue that she was resisting the urge to ask, but that failed.

"Are you gonna stay?"

"If you want me to."

It was quiet for a second, green eyes looking into your own. Hand returning to it's earlier dance on your back.

"I'm hungry."

You moved to slide off her body, stretching out while feeling her eyes rake over your body like you were a treasure chest just waiting to be opened.

"We both need to shower before we do anything, so either you say no and I leave, or you can join me." You didn't have to say it twice before she was off the couch, pulling you into her tiny bathroom and then right into the hot water.

You'd stayed until your fingers began to become pruney, giggling at stupid small things each other would say. Ellie and you both poking at each other when the other wasn't paying attention.

Then her fingers went other places then your hips, creeping between your thighs and after a few moments, in and out of your body. Soon after you stood with shaking legs while rinsing the soapy suds from your torso.

Ellie's hands on your back helping with the rest before she kissed your neck and told you that she'd order food. Leaving you alone with nothing but the stream of warmth and the quiet rest of the bathroom.

You baked in its warmth, the smell of Ellie's body wash that you liked and her shampoo and conditioner which she claimed she only had because Dina had called her a monster for using a two-in-one. It had made you giggle, that you can admit.

Finally you shut the near cold water off and stepped out, grabbing the fluffy white towel she'd told you from the behind the curtain was for your use. Wrapping it around your body before looking at yourself in the foggy glass.

Water droplets falling down your skin, not a tired glint in your eyes, instead you looked alive. You couldn't remember the last time that was, not a though actually, not even at the beginning of the last one.

You turned, going to exit the bathroom when you nearly ran right into a man going to walk into the bathroom. Ellie beside him trying to grab him back but all you could focus on was how startled he was and how absolutely bare you were.

"Holy shit, I am so sorry!" You practically squeaked, clutching the fuzzy fabric with everything you had to offer. "No, shit, that's my bad." He looked away and tried to avoid making eye contact and backed up, turning around and away.

"Could've warned me, kid." He directed to Ellie who grabbed your arm lightly to tug you away and into her room.

"Fuck I am so sorry." Ellie began while you shook your head, trying to avoid thinking about what could be going through that man's head. "He just showed up-" "It's okay. I promise."

Ellie stared with worry swirling in her eyes, anxiously playing with her fingers while her cheeks burned bright red. Watching as you sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Do you want me to go-" "No, no he's only stopping by. You can stay in here until he leaves, or if you want I can drive you home once he does." You shrugged, smiling softly to get her to calm down. "I was kinda looking forward to watching that show you suggested. Can't leave before I see it, right?"

"Fuck... okay, now I gotta... go out there." "If he asks, tell him what he wants to know." She raised her eyebrows, noticing the goosebumps of the cold appearing on your shoulders and arms.

"Just be honest, it's more embarrassing getting caught in a lie later. Especially if we make it as far as meeting the parents. Which is around, what? Month three, maybe four? We're in month one, going on two in two weeks. And judging by how much we seem to get along we'll probably end up there and that is a horrible conversation waiting to happen if it starts as some shitty lie."

Ellie snorted and rubbed her eyebrows, finally shaking her head.

"Alright, I'll be right back. But if you wanna make an escape, window is not an option." You giggled, standing up to go to her closet which she'd offered before she'd gotten out. "Definitely don't feel like falling seven stories so I'll just wait to run out the front door when you're not looking."

Ellie left, the muffled sound of her voice and the man's outside the room and down the hallway. Inaudible due to the length between them but close enough to where you heard him chuckle, smiling as you put a shirt on that was probably made for a seven foot tall man instead of Ellie's five-five stature.

It was huge, on anyone that wasn't a giant anyway.

"Christ." You muttered, biting your lip to muffle your amusement. Putting on an equally large pair of pants that you were sure were hand-downs from someone she knew. If they weren't, you wondered what possessed her to buy them.

After a moment though you got curious, creeping over to the door to listen into the conversation. Knowing it wasn't good, but how bad could it be?

"You like her?" "Joel-" "C'mon, she ain't a stranger. Her shoes all nicely places over there? I ain't an idiot." You covered your mouth to hide your sounds, shifting your weight with the anxious feeling of being caught.

"Yeah, I do. It hasn't been that long, though. Alright? So you're not missing anything." It sounded as if he got closer, probably teasing her in his expression which you too from the sound of her scoff. "I wanna meet her when I do start to miss somethin'."

"Okay, okay, now please, send a text next time." "Nah, maybe I'll just walk in instead of knocking. Catch you by surprise and scare the shit outta all of your friends." "Alright, that's enough, door."

You shook your head while laughing, sitting back down on the bed to wait for her. Watching the TV's rest screen turn from nature sight to nature sight until the door opened once again and her blushing face became visible.

"I miss him already." Ellie playfully shoved you back, laying next to you and staring up at the ceiling. "Shut up." "Just saying, you jinxed it."

She turned her head, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Earlier, when you told Cat you were helping him?" You could see the hilarious realization in her face. "Oh fuck I did. Damn it." "We have to work on that." "Work on what?"

You looked at her, deadpanned.

"Your excuses."

"What's wrong with my excuses?" You let out a loud 'hah', pulling yourself to sit up. "They're cliché. And you always sound slightly panicked, it is adorable though." Messing with you, she rolled her eyes. "Can't we just watch The Mandalorian now?"

"Fine, we'll work on your lie game later." "Great! You're gonna love this show." "I bet I will." You smiled.

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ang3lfluids · 3 months

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Hihi! Welcome!! You're writing for a ton of fandoms I'm either currently in, or used to be into which is awesome, do you have any general dirty hcs you wanna pop off? Any Fandom :3

HC ROULETTE!!

feat: Scaramouche ,, Vox ,,Ticci Toby ,, Andrew Graves

TW: DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! 18+ ONLY MDNI!!!

Eves notes: wrote this as soon as I woke up so if it’s crappy that’s why :3

SCARAMOUCHE:

- not super dark but I feel like he really likes blood. Super into knife play watching you beg and squirm for him not to hurt you. Really gets him going

- prefers a partner who is.. mentally weaker than he is, its an ego thing. He prefers how easy it is to just smack you around and force you to do whatever he wants. He’s also psychically stronger than most of his partners so that also comes in handy when they’re trying to put up a fight

- will sit there and talk you into fucking, even if you didn’t wanna. Then when you guys do fuck he’s shaming you and embarrassing you for trying to say no :( he knows what’s best for u !

- into dollification 100%, likes dressing u up in pretty frilly shit. Watching you quiver as he gets so fucking eager and just starts playing with you before you’re even fully ready :(

- likes to see you cry, also enjoys when you’re yelling at him to stop. You’re so fucking weak compared to him, your hitting and shoving means nothing! He’s still gonna fill you up no matter what you do or say.

VOX:

- voyeurism!!!! Super into watching his partner during the day, he likes knowing he can keep them safe. Thats his property. He also likes that he can watch you rubbing yourself to the idea of him hurting u :3

- shocking ~ if u step out of line with him, he’ll pinch u and shock you to get u back into ur place. If he feels like ur misbehaving too much than he’ll shock u hard enough to make ur brain stop for a solid 3 seconds, sometimes enough to knock you unconscious. Thats one of his favorite things to do because then it’s easier to slip his cock inside your eager wet cunt.

- hypnosis, usually only pulls this card if you’ve been pushing his buttons all day. He’ll act all gentle, all kind. Sitting you down before he wraps a hand around you throat making you stare at him as he tells you that you’ve pushed him so far. Just be prepared to not remember anything from the night before and also be prepared for the pain to follow (plus all the bruises, bite marks and slap marks)

- is prone to outbursts (duh) and takes them all out on you if ur near. Hits you, smacks you, shoves you, calls you every mean name in the book tbh. Most of these end with either him leaving you to tend to the mess he made, or him fucking your throat raw as you sob around his dick

- low-key into corruption but it’s a little hard to find a pure soul in hell but it’s definitely there, I mean he’s fucked u up so bad you enjoy the abuse he’s putting u through so!! Take that as u will

TICCI TOBY:

- WOOWWW KAYYY- hes a lil psycho so he’s into weird shit

- PRIMAL PLAY !!! Ughh loves to chase you through the woods, he made the deal that if u can get out he’ll set u free :( ya well that’s never gonna happen. Youre going up against a serial killer ? U really think he’ll risk u getting out? Nooo :( he’ll have you face down in the dirt fucking your sweet little pussy as he mocks you, hands gripping your flesh so hard they’re bound to bruise

- tbh Toby didn’t have a great role model growing up so- that low-key reflects in his relationship. Pushes you around 24/7, really just into his own pleasure.

- 100% a head pusher - you’ll both be relaxing ( a rare sight) and he’ll start stroking the back of your head putting pressure on your neck to bring you to his very apparent bulge.

- borderline beats the fucking shit out of you during sex. Smacks you with the back of his palm, chokes you till you’re toeing the edge of passing out, bites you till you’re bleeding esp in tender places like ur thighs or breasts

- actually enjoys the struggle you give MORE than sex most times. He thinks it’s cute you’re still trying to get away from him considering so many different factors are against u

ANDREW GRAVES:

- lets be so honest this boys so into step-cest, incest that whole shebang.

- besides the whole incest deal he’s pretty tame compared to the others I’ve written

- “you like your big brothers fat cock inside you hm?” Kinda bs :(

- adores eating pussy, like sit on his face pretty please he adores it

- definitely a switch me thinks- like if you asked to peg him he’d bristle and say fuck no, but then he’d look into it. Then beg u to fuck him :(( he’s a whiny little fuck

- I think in the dom position he’s fairly tame but sub?? Completely different person. Wants you to smack him, hit him, choke him, call him namesss. He’ll be putty in your hands tbh

- forced feminization, look at him and tell me he’s not pretty as fuck. So when you’re riding him and calling him a pretty girl he’ll whine and beg you to stop (don’t he’s lying). One time he let you put eyeliner and mascara on him, this ended up with him crying and begging to cum so it was all dripping down his face :((

- but he can be just as rough with as you are with him, with some limitations.

#cw: dark content #dead dove do not eat #dead dove smut #creepypasta #smut #scaramouche #Scaramouche smut #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut #Vox smut #ticci toby #ticci Toby smut #andrew graves #andrew graves smut #tw: inc*st #tw: r*pe #tw: cnc

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not-sleepys-blog · 26 days

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Say my name, I want the neighbors to hear it, want your body to feel it

Content: Stepdad!gojo, masturbating, voyeurism, blowjob, p in v, no plot, creampie, degrading, use of daddy, Dacryphilia, choking, talk of babies, prevy reader, hair pulling, nipple play, dubcon?, Somnophilia?, dirty talk, reader is 20 and Gojo is early 40s

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I fell asleep at my desk while writing this. I was gonna post this last night

You didn’t mean to start watching your stepdad in the shower. It just happened. You were walking back to your bedroom after coming up the stairs you saw the bathroom door left ajar and that's when you saw him, your stepdad in the shower, jerking his cock, his hand pressed flat on the shower wall, his white hair stuck to his face from the water. Your eyes wander down his toned back, watching his hand move as he groans. You quickly remember that’s your stepdad.You shake your head to rid of the lewd thoughts in your head of your stepdad’s cock, making your way to your bedroom ignoring the dampness you feel in your panties. From then it turned into a habit, a really, really bad habit.You thought you were being sneaky when you kept peeping on him, but he knew from the beginning and left the bathroom door cracked knowing you would be making a visit. He heard your failed attempts to muffle your moans as you touched yourself to the sight of him. It turned him on and fueled his ego knowing you were fingering yourself as he bathed.

Satoru soaps up his body. He intentionally moves his body in a way that shows off his muscular frame and his erect cock “Oh fuck” you mumble as your hand finds its way past the waistband of your shorts and panties. Hearing your murmurs, Satoru couldn't help but feel more turned on than he already was. He reaches for the showerhead and adjusts it so that the water is spraying directly on his cock, groaning softly as he starts to stroke himself. You watch in amazement as your hand matches the pace his hand was moving at, your fingers pumping in and out of your drooling cunt. His strokes increase in speed and intensity as he imagines what it would be like to have you underneath him, full of his cock. You get closer to your peak as you keep up with his pace, your legs getting weak as you lean against the wall to support yourself. Satoru moans, whispering dirty words knowing that you’ll hear them. “That’s it baby, I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.’ He groaned out as he felt his ball tightening. Hearing his words pushes you over the edge. You cum in your panties, you bite your lip and cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from moaning to loud. As you come down from your high you peak back in the bathroom to watch him finish before going back into your room. His eyes roll back as he lets out a long, deep moan. His cock throbs violently, spurting thick streams of hot cum onto the shower wall and floor. You quickly run to your room to change shorts before dinner as he gets out of the shower.

You ate dinner with your family silently, the shame of what you did setting in. You finish dinner and help your mother with the dishes before she goes to bed. You settle down on the couch to watch tv. You turn to a random horror movie that was playing. Satoru seeing you in the living room alone he can’t help but step into his role of dad. He sits next to you as he feigns concern of your movie choice so late in the evening. “You should probably watch something a little less scary before bedtime.” You turn to face him, your cheeks red as you remember watching him shower less than an hour ago. “It’s not that scary, I think I’ll be fine.” You mumble. He chuckles, reaching for the remote, turning off the tv earning an annoyed huff from you. He leans in close to you, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s late, baby. Why don’t you come to bed with me hm?” The offer tempting you already knows that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around him. “I’m not tired yet..” You murmur. He feels your resistance, but isn’t able to shake his growing desire he has for you. Satoru decides to employ another tactic. He pulls you into his lap and starts to gently massage your back. “How about I give you a massage instead?” You knew what he really wanted to do but your lust was stronger than your common sense, you nod your head in agreement. “That sounds nice.” Feeling you relax under his hands, he takes his time to really work out any knots or tensions in your back earning some moans from you. Groaning softly, unable to resist his urge any longer, he leans forward and captures one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. His other hand continues to massage your back with more pressure. Your body reacts to his groping, your nipples hardening under your tank top. “What are you doing?” Satoru can’t hold back anymore, feeling your body react to his touch. He moves his hands to grip your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrusts up against you, grinding his hard cock against you through his pants.You whine from the unexpected grinding, your body moves its own and starts to grind against him.

Satoru grows bolder. He leans in closer and starts to nibble at your ear, his voice is soft and husky. “You want it, baby? You want my cock inside you? Tell me…” You nod eagerly, your hips rocking against his, your voice with a slight rasp to it. “Yes, I want it in me.” He growls at your words, his actions becoming more aggressive. He pulls you off his lap and onto the floor, then quickly undresses, revealing his fully erect cock. “Here baby, it’s all yours.” You get on your knees, your mouth watering at the sight in front of you. Your lips part as you take him in your mouth. Satoru gasps as you take him deep in your throat, his hands finding purchase in your hair. He holds you there for a moment, savoring the sensation before pulling you back up to meet his eyes. “Your such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” You whine in response, your tongue tracing the veins on his cock, you gag when he pushes your head down further. Once he hears you gag he pulls back slightly, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop. He Looks down at you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me?” You got on your hands and knees, like you were told to, eagerly waiting. Satoru watches you with a predatory gaze, a smirk on his lips as he approaches you from behind. His hand gently strokes your hair before trailing down your spine. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent, then positioning his cock at your entrance. “Daddy please.” You begged, grinding against him.

With a rough groan, Satoru slams into you, earning a moan from you. He begins thrusting with a harsh rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt. His hands grip your hips, holding you still as he takes you hard and fast. You cum just from him putting it in. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned. Feeling your walls clenching around him, he picks up the pace. His hips slam into yours as he grunts with each thrust. “Feels good huh slut?” He growls in your ear as his hand grips your throat. “So good, feels so good daddy.” Satoru grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are wild with lust. “Daddy’s gonna cum in this little whore’s pussy!” The thought of being filled with your step dad’s cum turned you on more. “Yes daddy! I want your cum to fill me up!” You babble, drool spilling from the corner of your lips. With a final few sloppy thrusts he fills you up with his seed. He holds himself there for several moments before pulling out. His thick cum oozes from your pussy as he steps back to admire his work. He wipes his cock on your ass before pulling his pants up. “Now get back to your room, little whore.” He growled. Thinking that was the end of it, you go back to your room. To your surprise Satoru came back into your room in the middle of the night while everyone else was sleeping.

He couldn’t resist the urge to visit your room. Hequietly opens the door, closing it behind him as he steps inside, finding you fast asleep under the covers. Soft snores leaving your lips causing him to smirk. He carefully removes the covers exposing your nude form. He strokes his cock before positioning it at her entrance, sinking back inside her with a groan. He starts thrusting slowly, gently waking you with each thrust. You slowly start to stir awake, rubbing your eyes, feeling his cock inside you. He kisses your neck and whispers in your ear. “Daddy’s back, baby.” As you begin to fully wake up, he begins to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. Your pussy tightens around him and he grunts with every stroke. “Daddy… mom is in the room across from us. We’ll get caught!” You mumble, moans spilling from your lips despite your sleepy protests. Satoru grins against your neck, his thrusts becoming rougher as he chuckles darkly. “Your mother doesn't need to know about her little whore of a daughter getting fucked senseless by her own stepdaddy.” He growls out between breaths. Too tired to argue back you wrap your legs around his waist as bury your face in his neck, kissing it to muffle your moans. He lets out a low groan as you kiss his neck. He leans into your bite, your hips meeting in a rough rhythm. Your moans only serve to fuel his lust, he wants nothing more than to make you scream his name. “Daddy’s cock feels good.” You whine into his neck. “Fucking right it does, little slut.” Satoru groaned, his thrusts becoming harder. He smacks your ass roughly before grabbing your hips for leverage. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk to straight tommrow.” Your eyes roll back with each thrust, your nails dig into his shoulders that’ll leave marks. “Oh God! You’re in so deep! Gonna break my pussy daddy!” Your back arched off the bed, your vision started to blur.He let out a growl, feeling the tightness of your pussy squeezing his cock so deliciously. He thrusts deeper and harder into you, pounding against your g-spot. “You want me to break this slutty cunt of yours?” You whimper and nod “Fuck yes! Break this pussy!”

“I knew you were a filthy little slut.” He snarls as he fucks your harder, making your breasts bounce with every thrust, your sweet moans fill the room. “You fucking love how daddy’s cock stretches your cunt , don’t ya?” You moaned, grabbing the bed sheets, nodding your head. “Yes daddy, I do…. So rough with me.” You babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure. Satoru grins as the tears roll down your face, he loves breaking a good cry baby slut. “That’s right, cry for me as I fuck you. Beg for Daddy’s cock!” All you could do was whine in response. His eye’s roll back in pleasure as you take his full length of his cock fill you up. He wraps a hand around your throat, choking you softly as he thrust harder. “You like that, whore? Do you like feeling my cock deep inside you?” You nod feeling full and stretched out, your moans and whines filling the room. “You want me to cum inside you? You want me to gill your womb with my babies?” He grunts feeling your gummy walls tightening around his cock. “Yes daddy! FIll me up, wanna have your babies in me!” Satoru’s eyes go wide, thrilled at hearing you say that, his thrusts getting sloppy. “Fuck, yes! You want daddy to cum inside you and make you pregnant with my baby?” You nod quickly “Fill me up! Wanna have your babies.” Your voice whiney as you reach your peak. Your jaw goes slack as tears roll down your face from the orgasm, your eyes rolling back as you start to see stars.

Satoru moans loudly as he feels you tightening around him, cumming. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, shooting his load on your belly and pussy, rubbing it in. “Good girl” He hummed. You watch as he finishes on your stomach, soft whines and whimpers falling from your lips. He grins as he watches your fucked out body, your body panting and sweaty. He runs a finger through the cum on your stomach bringing it up to your lips. You open your mouth taking his fingers in your mouth and suck on them. He groans as you suck his cum covered fingers, letting it drip down your chin. He smirks, pulling his fingers out and grabbing a nearby towel. “Good girl. Next time, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock clean after.” “Yeah… next time.”

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soujougeurilla · 2 years

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ALL MINE — L. JENO

in which (f! reader) has a crush on jeno and she just so happens to drop her brook filled with every explicit thought of him you could imagine.

WARNINGS! : slut shaming , degrading , invasion of privacy, pervert! jeno non sexual nicknames (pretty girl, princess, baby girl) sexual nicknames (slut, cumslut, cocksleeve, whore? mommy, + more) masturbation (m) voyeurism, sexual journal, marking, HEAVYY talk of breeding, choking, screaming, mind breaking, dumbification, shortness of breath (jeno pushes her into the sheet), squirting

“oh shit! im sorry jeno, i didnt mean to” you bowed swiftly and he chuckled, that same chuckle that made you weak everytime.

“its okay, pretty girl. dont worry” and you swear you almost passed out on the spot.

you swiftly picked up your things and ran away, bowing one last time but you left a small journal and he picked it up, turning his head but you were already gone.

but he was almost dying to know what was inside.

“ill return it later, its the end of the day i’ll catch her tomorrow..” he thought, and just walked off, before running into his friend yuta.

“jen! you goin to that party this weekend? that girl you like is gonna be there.. whats her name.. ?” and jeno shushed yuta quickly before nodding.

“its [y/n] and im probably not gonna make it to the party, busy with work.” jeno spoke, rubbing the back of his head and yuta nodded before patting his shoulder.

“well then ill see you later, also good luck with her” and yuta walked away with a smile on his face.

when jeno finally reached home, he procrastinated opening the journal for a whole 10 minutes, before he caved and opened it to the first page, it read:

“this is my thought book, not the good ones, the ones i fantasize and dream about him in.” and suddenly his head turned, sucking in a hard breath before he turned to the next page, leaving his eyes wide as he read.

“September 16, 2022. — its so wrong, but i keep thinking about jeno bending me over on the nearest thing in the hallway and fucking me in front of everyone to see, calling me a dumb slut for him and slapping my face.. and hes pistoning into me so that the only thing i can think of is him and how good his dick feels. i want him so bad, every time i touch myself i think of him, everytime i fuck my dildo, i wish it was him. i need him inside of me at all times, fucking me always.”

he slowly and shamefully pulled his pants down to his waist, pulling his boxers off slowly as he spit on his hand and roughly pumped himself.

all those things she said, he wanted all of them.

he flipped the page and saw a picture of her on a dildo, presumably taken with a polaroid and he threw his head back in bliss, moaning out her name shamefully.

“fuck [y/n] what are you doing to me.. s-shit”

“September 18, 2022 — let me be the mouth he uses when he needs his pretty dick sucked, i want to take him in my mouth so badly, using every ounce of oxygen i have left to make him cum inside of my mouth.. and i’ll swallow it all for him.” is what it read, and he let out a small whine of her name.

“y-y/n shit, need that slutty mouth on my dick, need it so fucking bad, gonna wreck that pussy just wait f-for me fuck im gonna cum” he rambled and his hand tightened around his dick.

he thrusted his hips up into his hand, grabbing onto his desk tightly and letting out a loud groan of her name before spurting his own cum all over his desk.

before he pulled his pants up, he grabbed his own polaroid camera and snapped a couple pictures of his hand around his dick, leaving it in her notebook writing a small note beside it.

he closed the notebook and shut it the way it was before opening it, and he cleaned himself up before throwing it into his backpack, ready to return it but first, he took a photo of her cum spread pussy with “jeno’s slut” on her stomach and put it on his desk for display, just for him to get off too later.

the next day has finally came, and he walked up to her locker with the notebook in his hands, and tapped her shoulder softly and she smiled, before her eyes went wide at the notebook in his hand.

“you dropped this yesterday, dont worry i didnt read it princess, im not that low to invade your spaces” and he handed it to her, before waving and walking away with a hard boner, pulling out the small photo he put in his pocket. “youre so crazy sweetheart”

she rushed home and felt her hand twitching as she shut the door and locked it behind her, throwing her book bag on the ground and screaming into a pillow.

she threw her journal on her desk before seeing a picture she didn’t recognize peek out of the book and she raised an eyebrow before flipping through all the pages, only to find that two pictures were missing. im fucked.

she flipped to her last written page, and flipped to the one after slowly, and saw him. with his cock in hand, covered in cum with a smirk showing his abs. and her breath got caught in her throat before reading the message he left for her.

“September 22nd, 2022 :) — if you wanted me this bad, you shouldve told me, my precious slut :(. i want you just as bad as you want me, i would love to bend you over, and fuck you in front of everyone that is even breathes, looks at you a way i dont see fit. you live right beside me, no? i know its you whos moaning my name now, i stole two pictures to keep for myself. slutty little princess, need a nice man to fuck that aching cunt huh? you know where i live, just knock at my door. cant wait to see that pretty little pussy and that pretty cum hungry throat. — lee jeno, knock at my door :)”

and she hurried out of her room, knocking on his door softly, and he opened it just as fast as she knocked, pulling her into his dorm by her waist and closing the door behind him.

“eager little whore, hm? couldn’t wait to feel daddy’s dick in your eager little hole.. shame, shame, shame” and he chuckled darkly before wrapping a hand around her throat and pressing his lips against hers.

she quickly pulled his pants down, allowing him to pull her skirt down and he pulled away, seeing the pool of wetness that was building in her panties.

he stuck his hand into her underwear, sticking three fingers up into her cunt and moving them inside of her quickly, hearing her whine into their kiss before she pulled away and grabbed onto him tightly.

“cmon baby, use those words, i know you know how to, dirty little thing. tell me what you want and i’ll give you the best” and he kissed down her collarbone, pinching her clit with his other hand and she moaned softly.

“f-fuck me please jeno, i need your cock i need it so bad please jeno make me a mommy, wanna’ have your kids jeno p-please” she choked out her words and he smiled

“good job, my pretty little slut.”

he roughly pulled her underwear down, throwing them somewhere in the living room before taking her down the hallway to his room, throwing her on the bed harshly.

he pulled his boxers down and wasted no time, immediately pushing into her harshly and she let out a loud scream of his name, pumping into her with no reassurance at all.

“stupid little sluts like you dont get soft treatment, you take what i give you and you shut the fuck up, say thank you daddy, be happy you get anything from me.” he spat on her face harshly, grabbing her waist and slamming her down onto his dick.

“t-thank you daddy, thank you so much- fuck!” she screamed as he hit her cervix, rubbing the bulge which showed on her stomach and he groaned.

“you’re welcome, dumb baby”

he grabbed her waist and used the rest of his body to flip her over, pushing her head down into the sheets with his hands as she struggled to breathe in the sheet.

he roughly pounded his way into her, thrusting his hips at a harsh speed, feeling her cunt clench around him with every new piston of his hips.

“keep clenching me doll, gonna cum inside of this sweet little slutty pussy and give you my babies” she mewled out and nodded her head into the sheets, moving her hips back onto his as the squelching of her cunt grew louder and louder.

“perfect little bitch, hm?” and she nodded, with every word she nodded.

from fantasizing about how much she wanted him to bend her over and fuck her, to being on his bed getting roughly pounded like a bitch in heat.

this was amazing for her.

“gonna cum eh? feel ya clenchin around me doll, wanna cum? go ahead and try.” she feared his words and held out her orgasm, feeling the urge to pee take over her.

“j-jeno.. gotta pee get off please!” she whined out as loud as she could and he simply chuckled. the dark chuckle that managed to make her wet.

“pee hm? no no sweetie, you just feel really good. go ahead and.. “pee” darling.” he laughed at her once more

she released all over him, her juices squirting all over his bottom half and falling on his chest as she let out a loud scream of his name fall out of her mouth, but he kept going.

“that right darling, tell them who fucks you this good” and he lifted both of her legs, messily thrusting into her with all of his strength.

“jeno! you are, nobody touches me besides you m’ yours, m�� all yours jeno!!” she wailed out as tears flew down her eyes and felt warmness enter her.

he released insdie of her, letting every drop fall into her cunt and he slowly pulled out of her, pushing every spurt of cum that fell back into her cunt with his tip.

“you’re gonna be a good little wife fa’ me. and you’re gonna carry my cum around in that slutty pussy and keep it there.”

“all mine, you’re mine now”

#kpop smut #jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct

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lokisremainingsanity · 8 months

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Steven Grant - Pegging

summary: After a good date, Steven's girlfriend treats him well.

~ ava!🍓

Content: Pegging, femdom, sub steven, voyeurism

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The windows in his flat have already fogged up, the smell of pure sweat and sex filled Steven's flat. He didn't think today's date was going to end like this; him on all fours in his bed with his girlfriend pegging the hell out of him.

"Fuuuuck" he gasped out. His hands almost gave up on him, so he repositioned on his elbows. The arch on his back deepened, and you almost came right there. You weren't the only one enjoying the sight though.

Marc and Jake looked through the cute heart mirror on the wall, one you gifted Steven on one of your first dates. They were shocked for one, Steven really bagged a bad femdom girlfriend, and second, she fucked good. Their pants tightened and oh they just wished they weren't trapped in the mirrors right now.

If it wasn't obvious from how loud Steven was crying out in pleasure how good he was getting fucked, it was the swift and strong movement of your hips thrusting in and out of his asshole.

"You're being so good, taking my cock like a good boy, let me hear you baby"

You were confident and precise, snapping up to his sweet spot that has him mewling under you. Sweat covered both of you, and the sounds of skin slapping had only gotten louder. The strap you brought wasn't cheap at all; good material, and a thick and long shape you knew would rub Steven in all the right places inside. Oh yeah, and the other cool feature-

The strap rubbed against your clit while you thrusted, and you were both getting close.

"Y..Y/N.. fuck I'm getting close.. oh love pleaseeeee im gonna cum im gonna-"

He whined beautifully as you tugged on his cock under him without stopping your drilling into his ass. Right as he started spurting him cum, you came squirting.

"Steven baby- oh fuck"

Your squirt didn't go wasted like it would with a normal strap. Your fluids sprayed through your dick right into Steven. At the feeling of your cum being ejected into him, his whole body officially buckled.

"Ooooh my days" his body kept twitching as he laid flat on the bed and you were collapsed right on top him, slowly thrusting shallowly in him. You placed light kisses and bites on his back and neck as you continued the slow assault on his poor prostate.

"I- I can't love, please, its too much, oh my gosh I love you" he whined mindlessly like a baby under you. "I love you too Steven." You laughed against his shoulder blade. "That's why I'm going to treat you again. Okay? Just lay there like a good boy and I'll take care of you hmm?" you whispered sweetly in his ear. "yes mommy" His voiced now small and whimpery as your hips continued to move against his.

"mmmmimcloseagainnnn"

"Let it out for me baby" you rubbed his hips lovingly. When he did come again, he became so overstimulated he went limp under you. You pulled out of him slowly, and cleaned him up. Once you did lay back in bed, he cuddled up against you and sleep overtook you both. Marc and Jake would probably feel the soreness from the hella good railing Steven got tomorrow, but he really couldn't care less.

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hope you enjoyed this !

#steven grant #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #moonknight #sub steven grant #moon knight fic #moon knight smut

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Voyeur

Word count: 3.5k+

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Language, Smut, Fluff.

Summary: A new side of Jake comes to life within the walls of your new home. But you may not be the only one who notices.

You hit send, sending the request off to the lab. Releasing a deep sigh from your chest, you push back from your desk and stretch your legs feeling the joints ache for a new position. Your whole body is tired, it's been a long 12 hours. Your phone begins to buzz in your pocket as it vibrates with a text message. A small smile crosses your face when you see Jake’s initials flash across the screen.

JK: Baby, when will you be home?

Glancing at the clock you check the time. 4:05. You flip through the charts you still have to finish and bite your cheek, knowing it's going to be a while. You text him back with the bad news.

You: It’s not looking like any time soon. I still have about 5 charts left to do.

JK: Hmmm, that’s not gonna work.

You: I’m sorry?

JK: I need you to come home, I am dying.

You: Dying?

JK: I need you.

You: Oh

JK: Baby

You: Why don’t you…

JK: No

You: Jake…

JK: Maybe

You: I will try my best to get these done quickly.

JK: Okay

Placing your phone back in your pocket you get started on the first of many charts. Furiously typing and putting in the values, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket again.

JK: *Image*

Opening the photo you see a barely clothed Jake laying in your bed, just waiting.

You: Tempting as always Jacob, but the more you text me the longer it's going to take. Shoot, I may have to spend the night in the on-call room if it gets too late…

You enjoy teasing him. You know full well that is not your intention.

JK: No. Please come home tonight

You: Love you, see you later.

JK: Love you

JAKE POV

With a huff you put your phone down on the bed. Getting up, you decide to go unpack a few boxes while you wait. You had just bought this big beautiful house together, and you had both been living out of boxes for the past few weeks. You being gone and her working, neither of you really had much time to unpack and get settled.

This was her last shift this week, and the first time you would both be home for a weekend in what felt like months. It would definitely be the first night you had spent with her this week, only seeing her during the day, and you were desperate for her. You needed her. Feeling your blood rushing to your dick you quickly push the thought of her from your mind, before you have to take care of it yourself.

No. Wait for her.

You maneuver your way through the maze of cardboard moving boxes, making your way to the front living room. The sun was starting to set, casting an orange glow onto the dark, charcoal walls. Surveying the amount of boxes left to unpack, you sigh. This is going to take a while.

You had no problem getting your music loft set up, but the living room, and even worse the kitchen… seemed daunting. Grabbing one of the boxes near the door, you drag it across the floor and over to the couch. You sit down, and grab your knife out of your pocket, slicing the tape on top.

As you open it up and peer inside you see your record collection, sitting and waiting to be placed in its new home. You spend the next thirty minutes, alphabetizing and placing the collection on the built-in shelves. One of the things you loved about this home was the unlimited amount of places to store things. It is old, one of the oldest in Nashville. That was part of its charm. When you came to look at the house it spoke to you instantly. It had stories in its walls begging to be told. Within five minutes you knew it was the one and when she told you how much she loved it, you had no choice but to put in an offer on it immediately. Two long days were spent waiting to hear if your offer was accepted, and finally it was. It was yours. Both of yours.

Once all of your records sat happily on the shelves, you moved on to the next box which was full of books, awaiting their similar fate. You began the process of unpacking them, and organizing them on the shelf.

You had only unpacked two boxes but it felt like 40, with all of the back and forth trips between the shelves and the box. Sitting down on the leather chair in the corner, you cross your leg over your knee and pull out your phone to see if she had texted you, but you were met with nothing. A groan leaves your chest at the uncertainty of knowing when she would be home. You’ve never felt this desperate and pathetic in your entire life.

Standing up, you break down the two boxes, and make your way to the trash can outside to put them into the recycling bin. On your walk back inside you see your neighbors in the front yard, and you wave to them with a quick smile. You make a mental note to go over and introduce yourself now that you were home to do so.

The sun is setting rapidly, the house growing dark. The dark paint on the walls further darkened each room. It was moody, and gothic. Everything you ever wanted in a home. A place that was truly yours.

You step into your front door, and turn on the small lamp that sits at the entryway. You make your way through the first level of the house turning on various lamps, so that when she does get home, she doesnt stumble over all of the boxes and clutter. You walk back to the book shelf in the living room, grabbing a book that caught your eye earlier. You had bought it to read on tour, but it was always so loud on the bus, you never got a chance. You head up the stairs into the loft, and position yourself on the plush leather couch, finding a comfortable position. But as soon as you crack the book open you realize the readers you so desperately need are downstairs in your bedroom.

With a grumble you stand up with your book, making your way back down the stairs. Stepping into your bedroom you see them sitting on the dresser, and you put them on, flopping yourself down onto the fluffy white sheets. The soft orange glow of the streetlight pours in through your large bedroom window. But the light is not enough for you to legibly make out the letters on the pages. You reach over and turn on your lamp, letting it turn the room a soft amber. Opening the first page you are instantly sucked in, and find the time passing quickly.

Six chapters in you feel your phone buzz on the bed. When you see her name flash across the screen you quickly open it. ‘Be home soon’. Eliciting an audible “Finally.” from your lips.

You get up and walk to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let it get hot. Steam begins to fill the small master bathroom as you strip down. You grab a towel from the linen closet and then step into the scalding hot water. Letting the water run down your back you wet your hair before lathering in the fancy shampoo she insists you start using, which you will admit smells pretty good.

You scrub your body with her favorite body wash, hoping to entice her further. Trying to keep it short you rinse yourself and turn off the water. Wrapping yourself in the clean towel.

You step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, looking outside the large picture window that sits directly behind your bed. Yet another thing you loved about this house was the grand windows. More than double the size of an average window, it filled the rooms with plenty of natural light. You insisted that you not cover the windows with any blinds or curtains, letting as much light flow into the house as possible. You lived on a quiet street, so you never really thought about what people might see in the dark of the night, but if you were being completely honest, it didn't matter to you if they did.

You stand in front of the floor length mirror and as you button the few buttons on your shirt. You hear her car pull into the driveway and you can't help the smile that crosses your face. Running your fingers through your damp hair, you hang your towel on the back of the bathroom door, and make your way into the kitchen, to uncork a bottle of wine.

HER POV

Placing your key in the front door, you peer into the glass and see the glow of lamp light scattered throughout the house. You twist the key in the lock and push the door open. It’s quiet other than the sound of a record spinning on the turntable in the living room. The soft crackle of the vinyl is homey, and always reminds you of Jake. You can smell his body wash in the air, and you know he must have just showered.

“Jake?” you call out for him.

“In the kitchen my love.” he replies, and you hear the clinking together of glass stemware.

He always knows what I need…

Your legs carry you into the kitchen, your body naturally gravitating towards him.

You see him standing at the kitchen counter, graciously pouring the dark red wine into the glasses, before placing the bottle onto the wooden countertop.

He grabs a glass and extends it out to you, as his eyes meet yours, “My love?”

You accept the glass and sip it slowly, tasting the selection of the evening.

“Hi baby, you smell good.” you say, taking another small sip. “This is good, is this one of the bottles from Italy?”

“It is, I figured we could enjoy it together. I loved it when I had it then, and knew I had to bring some home to you.” he replies, picking up the bottle to hand it to you.

You inspect the label, in all Italian of course, running your fingers over the embossed paper.

“You have good taste Mr. Kiszka.” you say, setting down the bottle. His hand finds your waist and circle around you, lacing his fingers together to hold you close to him.

“I like to think so…” he says, craning his face dangerously close to yours.

“You want to tell me why you needed me so badly today?” you ask, a whisper against his lips.

He lets out a small laugh, a smile playing upon his lips, “Well, I haven’t gotten to see you all week. I missed you. I am missing you. I need you. I can’t live without you a second longer.” he says, his words sending goosebumps across your skin.

His lips press to yours, the taste of the wine still lingering on his tongue. You can feel the urgency in his kiss and you know deep down you want him just as badly as he wants you.

You pull away, “Jake…I missed you too.” you whisper, returning your lips back to his. You can feel the transfer of energy between the two of you, both of you craving more of each other. His hands start to move, finding their way under your top, ridding your body of the pale blue fabric.

Your hands reach into the unbuttoned section of his shirt, the way you like it, placing your hands on his chest. You slide them upward to tangle into the bottom of his still damp hair. The smell of him wafting into your nose is an intoxicating high.

A growl leaves his throat as he parts his lips from yours. He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bedroom. You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, letting the fluffy white sheets entice you. You lay back letting them puff up around your arms and you release a deep sigh. When Jake returns to you, he is sans shirt, leaving his silver necklace as the only adornment to his body perfect body.

He crawls over top of you, hovering his face above yours. His necklace swings between the two of you, a shiny reminder of you he wears daily.

“Why don’t you show me what you wanted me to come home for today.” you say playfully.

“It would be my pleasure darling.” he says, pulling the cups of your bra down leaving your bare chest exposed to the cool air of the room. Your nipples harden in response. He rubs his thumb over the taught buds, the look of lust in his eyes drowning out the brown irises.

“Jake….touch me.” you beg.

At your command his lips attach to your chest as his hands work to rid you of your pants. He works them down your legs as you kick them off onto the floor. You reach between you to grab his hardened dick through the cotton of his boxers. He groans as you wrap your hand around him and stroke him through the fabric.

He pulls away from you long enough to take his boxers off, letting his dick spring free. You sit up off the bed and remove your bra, tossing it to the floor. You stand up and spin him around, having him sit on the edge of the bed. You make your way to your knees below him as your hand finds his base and gently begins to tug upward on his throbbing length.

He watches down on you as you take him in your mouth. He throws his head back at the sensation and you look up to see his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He groans loudly and you feel the wetness pooling at your core.

You’ve seen this look on his face before. In fact a lot of people have. It’s the same look as when he hits a note perfectly at the end of a solo. It's his look of euphoria.

You wrap your lips firmly around his cock and you begin to work him, showing him just how much you missed him. When you flick your eyes up to his however, he isn’t looking at you. He is looking at himself.

The floor length mirror is situated against the corner of the wall facing the bed. He has the best view in the house of what is transpiring. You feel his cock twitch as he watches himself receive what he has been dying for all day. You know he likes to watch himself on stage but this is what really gets him off. Twisting your wrist with each flick of your tongue you feel him start to twitch in the back of your throat.

He moans loudly as you pick up the pace, swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. His breathing starts to become erratic as he nears his finish.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum. Let me cum on your tits.” he begs.

You nod your head as he forces himself further down your throat and you feel the familiar twitching as he pulls himself from your mouth, grasping his own length and stroking himself rapidly as he watches himself in the mirror. His breathing is quick and ragged and a drawn out curse falls from his lips as his release shoots out, painting your chest in hot white ropes. His eyes never leaving the vision of the two of you in the mirror. He throws his head back again in a similar fashion as he struggles to catch his breath. Chest heaving with each breath, sweat running down his neck.

When his gaze finally returns to you he watches as you collect his cum with your fingers, licking them clean.

“Jesus Christ that was hot.” he says, taking your hand and helping you stand. He pulls you by the hand to fall on top of him, as he rolls you to be underneath him. The flicker of desire in his eyes growing to constant glow.

He slides down your body, grabbing the hem of your panties in his fingers and sling them off your legs. His fingers slide through your slit, collecting your wetness before he brings them to his mouth.

A groan leaves his chest as he tastes you. “It has been too long. I need you.” he begs, pressing wet kisses to your stomach.

“So have me.” you reply.

You grab his length and align him with your center, as you feel his tip press against your core.

Lights flash into the room as a car turns the corner of your street.

“Wait Jake, the window.” you say.

“What about it?” he asks, pressing into you.

You moan as he fills you completely, and through strangled breaths you reply, “The window, someone will see us.”

He looks down at you, and smiles, “I know. Let em’ watch. Watch me claim whats mine.” he says, fucking into you hard enough to ellicit a scream from your chest.

His necklace swings like a pendulum quickly between your bodies as his pace quickens. The tips of his hair are damp with sweat as they brush over his shoulders. You whine beneath him as he hits your g spot with ease.

“Feel good baby? You like it when I fuck you so everyone can see?” he asks.

You moan at the thought of it. Something you never considered. With how much he likes to watch himself, you never thought about him getting off to others watching. Maybe that is part of why he looks so good on stage. He is enjoying other people watching him experience pleasure. A surge of wetness pools between your legs as he pulls out and flips you to your stomach. You push yourself up onto all fours as he smacks your ass.

“Turn around baby, look at yourself in the mirror.” he demands.

You spin around to face the mirror, shuddering at the vision of yourself in the compromising position.

“Don’t look away, you’re fuckin gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off of you.” he says.

He finds his place behind you, and slowly pushes into you, his hip bones pressing deeply into your ass. He groans as you squeeze your walls around him.

“Fuck, do that again.” he asks, and so you squeeze around him as you meet his eyes in the mirror.

“Exactly, baby. Watch me fuck you. Look at how good you make me feel. I’m yours. You fuckin own me.” he says, returning to his regular pace behind you as his hair bobs around his shoulders with each thrust.

As you watch him you start to understand why he likes it. It is kind of hot to watch. It feels almost wrong. A set of headlights flash across the mirror as you see a car pass the window through the reflection in the mirror.

As it passes you feel Jake’s dick twitch inside of you. You understand now why he was so adamant about the placement of the mirror when you set up the bedroom. This is what he wanted. He wanted to be able to watch himself, and watch the window. He wanted to see if anyone was watching him. He wanted to see everything, from all angles.

“You like that Jakey? You like the idea of people watching you fuck?” you ask, panting through each word.

“Fuck yeah I do. Want everyone to see what’s mine. You’re fuckin mine.” he says, punctuating each sentence with a forward thrust.

You know any passerby is in for the show of their lives, especially since the room is lit by the small lamp on his bedside table. Giving all the meaning to the words ‘picture window’. And what a pretty picture it would be. Thankfully it is late, but East Nashville doesn’t sleep, so the chance is never zero.

As he hits that spot inside, you moan his name. With a few more thrusts he is getting close, you can tell by the movement of his hips. You can feel your walls contracting around him in return.

“Cum for me angel, let everyone see how pretty you are when you cum for me. Show them who you belong to.” he says.

You toss your head back as your release washes over you, leaving you shaking beneath him. His name pouring from your lips like the sweet Italian wine.

With one more thrust he is releasing into you, with forceful grunts. “Fuck….” he breathes out.

He pulls out of you, watching his release drip down your leg. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much.”

You stand and make your way to the bathroom as you tell him you love him too.

You clean yourself up and return to him, laying there still breathing heavily. The glint of the silver metal around his neck reflects on his chest with the rise and fall of each breath. You cuddle up next to him as he turns off his lamp and releases a relaxed sigh. As you both lay there in the darkness you whisper, “Jake?”

“Yeah baby…” he replies.

“I love where you put the mirror.” you say.

You can hear the smile in his voice, “Me too, baby. Me too.”

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wannabegwenstacy · 1 year

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Eden's Favorite Scoups Tumblr Fics

updated: 5/2/2023

A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)

A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.

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Terrifyingly Innocent by @twogyuu

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au (Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader's family aren't chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: PG-13, specific warnings will be listed per chapter.

Summary: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader

word count: 50,301

genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au, angst (with a happy ending)

Warnings: adult language, excessive use of petnames, copious amounts of banter, e2l antagonism/shenanigans, camboy!cheol, strength kink, size kink, blink and you miss it sir kink, reader likes being a brat and cheol is into it, brief discussion about/hints of potential sexual power dynamics (but they're pretty tame imo), two instances of ass-swatting, mutually consensual possessiveness, semi-public touching, explicit sexual content: masturbation (m. and f.), manual stimulation (m. and f. receive), oral sex (m. and f. receive), protected and unprotected sex + creampie.

Summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off.

baguette by @bwinnies

Pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: FLUFF , some cursing , food is mentioned (they’re in a grocery store) , seungcheol may make u kinda weak ngl

FINE DINING 101: STEP ONE (s.c) by @ncteez

Pairing: seungcheol x afab reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: pussy eating (he gets in there), masturbation in the form of humping the mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, there isn’t any penetration or anything but like– maybe in a part two they can actually do more??? idk it depends on if y’all want a part two.

Summary: Is it weird that no man has ever given you some good head and your best friend is a bit annoyed by that? Probably not. Is it weird that he offers to eat you out after a particularly bad date? Oh yeah, for sure. You’re still gonna let him though.

or the one where seungcheol proves to you just how good he is at giving head.

Remind Me by @milfgyuu

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Genre: fluff, humor

Warnings: mc gets drunk, cheol sleeps in underwear only (u can fight me on this), like one (1) unintentional innuendo.

Summary: You’ve had a little too much to drink at your sister’s wedding and can’t understand how or why Choi Seungcheol of all people is assigned to babysit you.

ice cold, cabin fever by @smileysuh

Pairing: Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader

Rating: 18+ explicit

Wordcount: 25.9k

AU's: e2l, s2l, step brothers Jihan, non idol, ski resort, roomies, etc...

Warnings: threesome, daddy issues, mean/tsundere cheol, wet dreams, spanking, marking, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, pain kink, dacryphilia, breast play, praise, degradation, fingering, oral, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, size kink, cumplay, finger sucking, spit roasting, hair pulling, voyeurism, | petnames: (hers) princess, bitch, whore, baby (s.coups) cheol, douche, dick, daddy (mingyu) gyu.

Summary/Preview: "come on, let’s just go back to snakes and ladders and you can pretend we’re not snowed in with no firewood and a dude you hate locked in the bathroom."

inflection point series by @lovelyhan

Pairing: jeonghan x reader x seungcheol

Wordcount: 6.3k + 8.3k + 7.6k

Tags: unresolved emotional tension, friends to lovers on the hannie side of things, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers again on the cheol side of things, established relationship, angst, smut

Warnings: | pt.2 : implied alcohol consumption, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!) | pt.3 : graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

Summary: you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

Bite That Lip | One-Shot (Seungcheol) by @beahae

Pairings: Seungcheol/S.Coups x Reader(f)

Rating/genre: M18+, friends-with-benefits to ???; smut 💖, mild angst/fluff

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Explicit smut, unprotected vaginal penetration, spanking, dom!Cheol and sub!reader, finger sucking, Cheol and Mingyu both lift and carry reader, reader wears workout clothes (sports bra, leggings), sorta sweaty sex, creampie, degradation, kind of breeding kink (depends what you consider a breeding kink to be), reader is referred to as ‘brat’ and ‘a hole’, pet name ‘baby’, begging, possessiveness/jealousy but it’s like hot and not crazy in my opinion, reader is a tease and brat but only before the smut lol

Summary: Seungcheol knows you're really close with his whole friend group. But now that things have... quietly been developing between the two of you, he would love it if you'd cool it with the heavy flirting with the other guys.

in the eye of the beholder by @cheolism

Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Wordcount: 6.2k

Tags: boyfriend!cheol, dom!cheol, possessive cheol. wall sex, fingering, oral; unprotected sex. worshipful sex. cheol's crude mouth, dirty talk. crying during sex from pleasure, mating press, spitting, hair pulling, consensual choking (just a little). pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart, angel, pretty girl, beautiful). simp seungcheol, his real spending addiction. he's going to tell you you're beautiful until you believe it.

Warnings: MDNI. fat/chubby!reader, insecurity, internalized fatphobia, anxiety. mentions of fatness, stretchmarks, love handles.

Summary: when you don't like how you look in the mirror, your boyfriend decides to take it upon himself to worship you.

F*ck, Marry, Kill: With the Experienced by @bitchlessdino

Pairing: fem!reader x ex!mingyu x seungcheol x wonwoo

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 5.6k

Tags: poly, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, pet names (princess), unprotected sex (except cheol), praise kink, spanking, clit slapping, fingering, oral (rec. and giving), u, pussy slapping, ass play, triple penetration

Summary: one dumb party game makes a comeback.

#seventeen #seventeen fic rec #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #scoups fic recs #scoups #scoups smut #scoups fluff #scoups x reader #seungcheol #seungcheol fic recs #seungcheol smut #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader

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the-ultimate-puppteer · 11 months

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HCs for Toko, Ibuki, Kaede, and Miu getting caught making out with GN Reader in a closet or empty classroom?

Toko, Ibuki, Kaede, and Miu getting caught making out with their S/O

Miu Iruma

•This is rather obvious but this girl has no shame

•Instead of being flustered or embarrassed she brags about being caught

•And she's taunts the people who walked in on you

•Hey its not her fault that she's so hot that you couldn't keep you're hands off her

•Which is a lie, she was the one who wanted to makeout

•Not that she'll admit that

Ibuki mioda

•Yeah she doesn't care like at all

•She actually would probably continue making out with you in front of your new audience

•I mean did you expect anything different ibuki is a rather open person

• So don't expect her to embarrassed about being caught

•If anything she's glad she's gets to show off

Toko fukawa

•Yeah she's embarrassed

•Like super embarrassed and that leads to her berating the so called voyeur that just caught you

•Oh you're not a voyeur?

•Well to bad because now that's all you are to Toko at the moment

•You're just a dirty perverted who's jealous that she's got a hot S/O and couldn't help but wanna peak in on them

•You're gonna have apologize and calm her down

Kaede akamatsu

•As confidant and self assured as kaede is she can't help but be a bit flustered at being caught making out with you

•She's not ashamed, she could never be ashamed of spending time with you

•She just doesn't like being caught while you two were having a private moment

•She doesn't berate the person who walked in on you

•Nor does she try to make excuses

•She just drags you off to another location where you can be alone together

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quinloki · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 13

Today's a tricky treat, and a little... Crowded.

Character: Killer, Heat, Wire (ft. Eustass Kid) Reader: cis!fem Warnings: (deep breath) Swearing, bondage, dirty talk, breeding, pet names, impact play, over-stimulation, cum play, group sex, forced voyeurism, oral received, oral given, fingering, foot fetish for a second, begging, cock-ring... I think that's it.

Summary: You're on your favorite breeding bench, the one Kid built just for you* (*for everyone, he asserts, but it was for you, let's be clear). However, Kid's been benched in a different way - he's not allowed to touch you right now.

That's Killer, Wire, and Heat's job. -:- 2809 words

Benched Pt. 1

You were on “the bench” that Kid had made for you, on your back, secured in place. You could crane your head a little and see Kid behind you, close enough you could almost set your head in his lap if the bench wasn’t supporting it already.

He’s not exactly happy right now. Leather straps and a very thick oak chair was keeping him, and his hand, exactly where Heat, Killer, and Wire wanted him. Which was just out of reach of you. Kid’s job tonight was to watch, but he was bad at watching, having stepped in the last time you and the big four had decided to have a night together.

Trying to define relationships on the Victoria was difficult. Everyone understood what was going on – who was with who, and how – but defining any of it was awkward at best, and no one’s business in the end. You and Kid were together in the sense of the word, but so were Kid and Killer.

You and Killer were known to keep each other company sometimes too, and Heat and Wire had helped you get cleaned up a few times. They were with each other and with Kid and Killer, and that wasn’t even touching on the rest of the crew and all the limbs that tangled together on any given night.

Sex felt good – or should feel good at least – and what constitutes “good” was up for debate too. In the end, consent was king on the crew, even more than Eustass Kid.

Heat, Wire and Killer were stripping while they ran their hands over your body. Thick, heavy, calloused hands slipped over your skin like silk sometimes, and like coarse hemp other times. There wasn’t much talking, Kid was gagged for starters, and everyone else was listening to you.

Soft, gasping moans escaped your lips, and your body writhed in its binds. They weren’t touching you anywhere overly sensitive, but the bench was built to breed you. Sure, Kid could say anyone could have a turn on it, and people had, it was very adjustable.

But it was built for you, and you certainly spent the most amount of time strapped to it. Face up or down, it was comfortable either way. Of course, once things started it probably could’ve been made out of spikes and you wouldn’t have given a shit.

Killer moved to be between your legs, Heat was at your side, and Wire was knelt down by your head. The largest of everyone in the room, he gave you a few small kisses, lips against your neck and cheek before he leaves a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. He’s looking down at you as you feel Killer’s hands against the insides of your thighs. You gasp a little, bucking against the immovable bench, and Wire grabs your hair, turning your head toward Eustass.

“We all know the Captain’s gonna wanna see your face, pet.” Wire says, and Kid’s amber gold gaze shifts from watching Killer to looking into your eyes.

“L-Look at me, please,” you beg even though he already is. “I love it when you watch me, Kid.”

“She’s certainly not lyin’,” Killer muses, and you can feel the heat of his words against your thighs. “She’s soaked, and we’ve barely touched her.” Killer looks to Heat and Wire. “You two ready?”

They mutter and nod, and Wire leans in and whispers into your ear. “Keep your eyes on the cap’n lil’ pet, and we’ll reward you well.”

“Yeah.” You keep your gaze turned up toward Kid. He returns your gaze for a moment, but then his eyes shift to the others. There’s a quiet tension and Kid looks back to you just before you’re overloaded.

Two of Killer’s fingers plunge into your pussy, and his tongue goes to work on your clit. Heat and Wire have a hold of your breasts and are licking and nipping at your nipples. They all moved at the same time, there was no gentle build up to it, just a flood of pleasure after a moment of nothing, and your face twists in surprise and pleasure as your body bucks against everything holding it in place.

Your wrists twist in the cuffs holding your arms down against the sides of the bench. Heat and Wire pin your elbows so you don’t twist anything, and Killer has your legs held open. There’s no escape from the rush of pleasure, and your eyes water as you gasp for air between cries of pleasure, trying to keep your gaze turned toward Kid.

Kid’s nostrils were flared, his face was tinged pink and you could swear that you could hear the leather straps groaning as his body flexed against what held him. He wasn’t saying anything, he wasn’t even growling or grumbling from behind the gag. You were suddenly certain he was bound to that chair because he’d accepted it, not because he was truly held.

“Kuh-Kid!” You manage to gasp, spurred on by his reaction. “L-Look, I’m gonna – fuck – I’m gonna cum, so wah-watch me! I’mma – they’re maaaa-aking me cum, Kid!” You gasp as your body tenses, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

Your cunt clenches down on Killer’s fingers, and you feel him force a third inside you mid-orgasm. Your body bucks again and you throw your head back and practically growl. You don’t move much, with the three of them holding you against the bench, but without the help of the bench, the three of them might not have been enough to hold you in place.

The three of them slowly stop stimulating you, chuckling a little at the last few twitches as you come down from your high.

Three sets of hands start to wander over your body, massaging muscles, caressing your skin. They tease you a little, but nothing like the coordinated attack earlier. You shift, rolling your body and humming contentedly. Rough as things could get, these moments always happened.

“So, captain,” Killer begins, and you see Kid’s eyes shift from you to Killer. You keep your eyes on Kid – he’s rock hard, and even though you can’t reach him it’s still hot to see him in that state. No one’s touched him since they restrained him, and you’re glad that on some level he is enjoying the show.

“Was she good?”

Kid’s eyes shift and the heat you see there nearly sets your body on fire. He looks back over to Killer and nods once.

You start to say thank you to Kid, but you can hear Killer’s hand cutting through the air just before he slaps your pussy hard enough to fill the air with a loud CRACK! The impact shudders through your body, the initial pain catches your breath, and the sting that follows crackles like electricity against your clit. The combination nearly clenches your body into a second orgasm, whimpering as you shift under the hands on you, looking away from Kid to pout at Killer.

Heat caresses the side of your face before slapping your cheek softly. “Gonna try and say you don’t like that, brat?” He prompts and you feel the blood rush through you before you shake your head.

Killer begins to rub his thick cock against your stinging, soaking, twitching slit. “If you’d been bad you’da cum from getting your pretty pussy slapped,” he says, voice heavy and husky. You can just barely see his eyes shift, from his cock to your eyes, through the mess of bangs. “But since you were good, you can get bred properly, little one.”

Your hips rolled involuntarily, and you see Killer smile.

He lines himself up, pushing his rock-hard cock into your soaking cunt. “And if the Captain behaves himself, he can fuck you senseless once we’re done filling you up.” He muses, rolling his thumb against your clit as he pushes in slowly.

Your toes curl at the slow and steady stretch. Heat and Wire were peppering your skin with kisses, taking turns nipping at the more sensitive parts of your body as Killer settled into a steady pace. Sometimes they would kiss you sweetly, and other times they would nearly choke you on their tongues as they twisted your nipples or left bite marks somewhere.

Every now and then someone would ask you where you were and you’d mutter green, or safe, or something else similar in your hazy daze, and things would continue.

Killer’s pace began to pick up and Heat and Wire became more tender and consistent in their actions, causing your breath to come out in hot, desperate gasps, as the pleasure built up in you once more. You trembled as your body tightened again.

Killer hissed, gripping your hips a little roughly, and slammed his hips into your thighs a few times. You could feel him twitching as he filled you up, and the look on his face as he came was enough to push you over with him.

The way his eyes rolled back a little, and how his jaw went slack when he came was adorable. He swore as you came, nearly lurching forward as he tried to keep thrusting his sensitive member enough to ride you through your own pleasure. When he pulled out of you his fingers flexed against your thighs before he took a step back.

He traded places with Heat who was already stroking himself before he settled in between your thighs. Your breath was falling off your lips, heavy and full of heat, your sensitive body twitched when you felt Heat’s cock just barely touch you.

“Twitchy lil’ brat,” Heat muses, spreading your pussy open with his thumbs before pushing into you all the way in one smooth motion. You cry out in delight, and a sigh of pleasure leaves him as he starts to thrust into you. “Fuck you’re so wet, just twitching against me like that.”

You couldn’t say anything as Wire had turned you to face him, urging you to lick and suck his cock while he waited for his turn. As you worked you felt Killer’s wet length push against your palm. He’d worked himself back into a frenzy after making sure you got through your orgasm, and was letting you help him deal with it.

Bound to the bench you didn’t have to worry about twisting or turning to assist everyone in the group, the guys adjusted to your position first and foremost. All you had to do was oblige – or decide not to, if you really didn’t want to. Pleasure was to be shared, but it was pointless to run yourself ragged if you couldn’t keep up.

A good year on this ship, however, and most of it tangled up with these behemoths, had given you much better stamina and strength. Though you were starting to think it was making you more lewd? Needy? You weren’t sure what the right word was, but you felt hungrier every time you spent time on the bench.

“Ha, haaa, you’re not close brat.” Heat gasps, thrusting into you roughly and nearly pushing the air out of you. “But I am.” His face flushes as his rhythm gets erratic. “So take – hells – what I give you.”

Flames licked Heat’s lips as he gasped and shuddered from pleasure, emptying himself inside you. He shifted a few more times, fingers flexing into your hips, nearly growling as though he wanted to go on a little longer before he finally pulled out.

“Listening to her earlier got me more worked up than I thought.” He huffs, stepping back and sitting on a chair for a minute to gather himself. You hear a muffled grunt, and realize Kid’s made his first sound.

Wire laughs curtly in response, and you hear Heat swear. “Stuff it, captain.” He says in aggravation as Wire takes up position between your legs. He adjusts the bench, raising your hips up. He doesn’t move the head rest, though it adjusts a little on it’s own, but it’s easier for you to look at Kid now than it is for you to watch Wire with your hips raised up like they are.

Kid’s face is flushed, but he’s not pulling against the leather straps as much as he was at the beginning.

Wire rubs the tip of his dick against your slit and you gasp a little.

“How’re you holding up, little one?” Killer asks, his voice breathy as he stroking himself now that you’re at a different angle.

You nod. “Good… I’m good.” You assure him just before Wire’s thick cock pushes into you. He easily bottom’s out, being almost too big. You rather him in your ass, if you have a choice, since he takes such care to prep and stretch you. You can feel the mix of your pleasure and Killer and Heat’s excess leak out as you’re over-filled by Wire.

You hiss as he bottoms out a little too deep, and he pulls back a bit. “Sorry, lil’ pet.” He says absently, and you see him put something in place. It’s effectively a cock ring that Kid worked on, but it doesn’t really put any pressure on Wire, it just acts as a buffer, keeping him from going too deep too fast.

It’s squishy, so it doesn’t hurt either one of you.

You swear, every slow, long thrust just squishes more out of you, and it feels cold compared to everything else. Wire leans into you a little, reaching down and playing with your tits, his hands engulfing your chest.

Everyone on the crew, with a scant few exceptions, is bigger than you. Kid has the biggest presence of the whole crew, but Wire is certainly the tallest.

The steady pace makes pleasure coil inside you again, Wire’s tender teasing of your nipples is heating up your entire body. You can feel the blood rushing to your face but it might be because you’re tilted a little more head down than level.

Your breath comes out heavier as Wire takes his time. Your eyes fall easier onto Kid, whose body is tensing against the leather straps again, his fingers flexing and cock twitching. You want it in your mouth at the least, buried in your cunt at the most, but it’s not as though anyone else has been mistreating you so far. It’s not as though anyone else falls short of a delightful experience.

Kid just fits you a little better.

“Fuck, I know it’s all supposed to go in you, little one,” Killer huffs as you pull your eyes from Kid and watch the first mate. “But I’m not waiting for Wire at this rate.” He puts his thighs against the side of the bench. Wire snatches his hands back just in time before Killer cums all over your tits.

“That’s fuckin’ hot.” Wire muses, smearing Killer’s load around, teasing your nipples with the slippery fluid. It changes the way it feels, and you squeak in surprise before it turns into a pleasurable moan.

“Haa, I’m guh-gonna,” your words turn into an unintelligible moan, your body arcing against the binds and the bench. Wire grinds into you, keeping you in place and moving one hand to your clit, as Killer takes over teasing your nipple.

You feel something warm and wet against your foot, and look around enough to see Heat finishing himself off against your foot. Being used and teased and filled and desired swirled around in your body. It was all a turn on, and it was more than you could take right now, especially after everything that had led up to this.

Your fingers clench, and your toes curl, one foot forced back and flat as Heat finishes on your foot while you cum against Wire’s cock. Wire stops grinding against you, thrusting faster, pushing your orgasm into something almost painful it’s so over-stimulating, before he finally empties himself into your throbbing, over-stuffed cunt.

Wire pulls out, and with your body tilted the way it is, you don’t feel anything leak until he starts to lower the breeding bench. Killer looks into your eyes, mouthing to ask if you’re okay and you nod. You’re in a hazy state, but you don’t feel bad. He brushes sweaty hair away from your face before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“Well, Captain, look at you.” Killer muses, as Heat and Wire check in on you a little more, kissing you softly and making sure they don’t need to release you just yet.

“Stayed right where you were suppose to the whole time.” Killer grins crossing his arms. It’s not often he gets to give Kid hell, so he savors the moments when they arrive. “There ain’t much sense left in her,” he starts, undoing the gag in Kid’s mouth. “But she’s all yours, Kid.”

#Release the Quin #Kinktober 2023 #x reader #reader insert #killer one piece #heat one piece #wire one piece #eustass kid

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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years

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Stuck with You ||18+||

Pairing/s: College AU Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, smut, mentions of voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, filth, fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This one was inspired by a bechloe fic that I could read over again entitled 'Desperate Measures' on Ao3. Check it out babes.

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*gif not mine*

Natasha clumsily threw the book on the other side of the couch as she sighed for the nth time. She leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes to keep her frustrations at bay. When she feels the couch dip alongside her, her mouth curves upward slightly.

"What did that poor book do to you?" You lightly mused while offering her your freshly brewed coffee. She gladly accepted it and couldn't contain the moan that escaped her lips when she took a sip. The tinge on your cheek didn't go unnoticed by her. She grinned, knowing that she had that effect on you.

"Y/n, how are you not going nuts after over two weeks of forced isolation? I mean, how do you do it? I think I'm gonna combust from boredom any minute now." She exaggeratedly whines like a child. She may be whining, but she's actually relieved to have been stuck with you during the quarantine. But at the same time, she's not. Being stuck with your best friend is good, but being stuck with that best friend she's harboring a crush for some time now is bad.

"Are you saying you're bored of me now, Romanoff? I'm deeply hurt." You clutch your chest for some dramatic effect, but deep down, you're sad that she thinks that way. But you do understand her. While you're a certified homebody and isolating is not a big deal to you, Natasha isn't. She likes going out, and her favorite thing to do is drag you along, making sure to keep your social life in check.

"Noooo, you know what I mean." You let out a giggle when she pouted. Outside, she claims to be a meanie and a badass, but you know that she's a big softie on the inside. She'll strangle you if you ever call her that, though. You feigned innocence and asked what she meant by that.

An idea popped into the redhead's mind when she saw your teasing smile. If she's going to be alone with you for an unknown period of time, she might as well make the most of it by taking her shot with you.

"I'm in desperate need of physical attention, Y/n. Come here, snuggle with me." You hesitated for a bit, but when you saw her hopeful glance at you, you relented eventually. You come between her open arms and place your head on her shoulder, feeling her arms tighten around you.

Natasha sighed contentedly and couldn't contain the smile making its way across her face. Being stuck with you is definitely not a bad thing, after all.

Natasha's getting antsy. One of the disadvantages of being quarantined in one place with somebody is not having any privacy at all. The small apartment complex is partly blamed for that. It left her with little to no opportunities to tend to her own sexual needs. Watching you deeply focused on your book, your lips between your teeth, and your neck on display since you opted to wear your hair in a messy bun does nothing to alleviate the unbearable heat in her core.

She decided that watching you is much more interesting than Bond getting it on, so she left the movie on the screen unattended. She despised him at that moment.

"You know, if you don't want to watch your movie, we can go to bed together," you said, placing the bookmark on the same page you'd been staring at for the past five minutes since you could feel her staring at you, distracting you.

"My, my. At least take the girl out for a dinner first." She caught the pillow being thrown at her, allowing herself to laugh at your flustered state. You simply rolled your eyes at her and walked over to your own bed. It's the least you can do for your poor heart, which is pounding in your chest like crazy. Natasha has been flirting with you a lot lately, which has just intensified your attraction to her.

"I'm scared, Y/n. Can I sleep beside you?" She followed you and fluttered her eyelashes at you.

"Err, I'm just a meter away from you Nat."

"You bed is nicer."

"We have the same bed."

"I like your smell."

"But I smell-"

"I wanna cuddle with you! Jesus, Y/n." You find it amusing that Natasha appears to be desperate. You lightly giggle before motioning her to join you. She gleefully joins you under the covers. You let her spoon you as her arms wrapped around your torso. She's also quite clingy these days.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" You wiggled out of her hold to look at her as if she's insane.

"What the hell, Natasha?" She just casually shrugged at you and looked towards the ceiling.

"You know, like in bed. Sex." Being in bed with the person she's attracted to made Natasha hella horny, plus the added sexual frustration she's been having lately. She tries to quell her thoughts but fails.

"I know what it is, Natasha. I mean, why are you asking me this?"

"Why not? It just came on my mind, and no judgements here." She turned to look at you and you can't help but shy away from her gaze.

You let out a sigh, trying to gather the courage to answer her.

"I let... someone tie me up and blindfold me once." You finally answered after a beat of silence.

"Oh. Did you like it?" Natasha is intrigued, setting aside the jealousy of knowing that someone had done that with you.

"Y-yeah. It was... nice, I guess." You clear your throat. "What about you?" Natasha is pleasantly surprised that you returned the question.

"I like being tied up, too." Her fingers fiddled the hem of her shirt. "But I like doing the tying up more."

You swallowed audibly. "Uhm, that's cool."

"Yeah." Sleep is the furthest thing on her mind now. "I've always wanted to try spanking. Not like bent over the knee, counting them off kind of spanking. But I can be open for that."

"Oh my god. Good night, Natasha." You turn to your side, feeling hot already.

"I'm bored. Tell me something you want to try. Ooh, I bet you'd like to try spanking, too." She's amused by your bashfulness and she makes no attempt to stop her questions at all. "But you're totally the one getting spanked."

"I'm too sober for this." You tried to get up, but her arm snaked back to your waist, holding you in place. She's much stronger than you, that's for sure.

"Oh, come on. We're both adults. Just answer the question." Her breath is dangerously close to your neck. You shudder lightly at the feeling and Natasha notices this, of course. She's holding you for goodness sake.

"Okay, fine. Yes. You're right." You lie down again, troubled by the fact that she's pressed against your back with a flimsy t-shirt she took from you, and it's apparent she's not wearing her bra. You feel her adjusting beside you, also.

"What about role-play?"

"... Yeah."

"What kind?"

"I don't know... like student-teacher kind of."

"You're definitely the student."

"Seriously? Why are you always implying that I'm a bottom?"

"You're not?" A small laugh escaped her lips when you just grumbled in annoyance. Is it a crime to enjoy being the bottom most of the time?

"What's your favorite position?" If Natasha intends to kill you, she's definitely succeeding.

"You're really bored out of your mind, aren't you? I'm not gonna answer that." You hear her protest before giving up. "Jesus, Nat, you're relentless. I like it from behind, okay?" You managed to squeak.

"I figure." You could see her taunting smile when she said that.

"Are you making fun of me? Why the hell am I confessing everything?"

"I'm sorry, I promise I'm not." She's still giggling, but you're not that mad. The predicament you're both in is amusing in itself. "I like it when a girl rides me. Strap, fingers, my face."

"Okay." You gulp.

"I like my hair being pulled."

"Didn't ask for that."

"I like being watched."

"Too much info, Nat."

"I had a three-way twice." You can't help the image that is conjured in your head as she vividly explains to you how it happened and what happened. You're too stunned to make a sound as she's not stopping describing how it went.

"Okay! I get it!" You grab the pillow next to you and try to hide your face behind it. Natasha just yanks it out of you while teasing your reddened face.

"You're too tense, babe. When's the last time you relieved yourself?" You slightly shift as your underwear is uncomfortably slicked from your arousal. Natasha, on the other hand, is itching for some relief too.

"Why does it sounds like peeing or something?" You chuckle nervously, wanting to disappear from this conversation.

"Don't tell me, you're into piss kink also?"

You just let out a long, irritated sigh.

"You're too gullible, detka. You know..." You feel yourself panic at the nickname. You try to mask it but inevitably fails.

"What? What's with that tone, Romanoff?"

"I have no idea what you mean," Natasha turns sideways to look at you, her fingertips ghosting above your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. "Since we're stuck in here for however that long, and we're never alone to... find some sexual relief-"

"I don't like where this is going." You loudly groaned and swat Natasha's fingers away as it tingles.

"As I was saying, we're both adults and friends right? And we're stuck in here for however how long, and we have needs. Well, I know I have needs-"

"I have needs," You interject. Natasha just raised her eyebrow and grinned in mischief.

"We have needs. And talking about this stuff got me all riled up-"

"Oh, it did?" You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts. Which only consists of not so innocent thoughts of your best friend beside you.

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Uh, yeah. Kinda hard not to." Natasha could feel her heart pounding fast. You just admitted you're turned on. Right now. In bed. With her.

Every day, she exudes the appropriate amount of confidence, yet she is nervous right now. She licked her chapped lips, mustering the courage to ask you a question that might change your established relationship together.

"Do you want to touch yourself?"

The agonizingly long silence is very telling.

"If it's okay with you, I'd like to touch myself right now."

"How is that not weird?" You choke back.

"It's not. Who says it's weird?"

"Society."

"Society has crumbled."

You uncharacteristically let out a snort and laugh at that. She joins you.

"Besides, we're the only people who will know. If you think about it, it's kind of sexy." All she can do is wait for your response. She's on thin ice as it is so she's not gonna push it.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Romanoff. I can't believe we're having this conversation." She just raised her perfectly trimmed eyebrow at you.

"When's the last time you did it?"

"Natasha!"

"Oh please, don't be such a prude. But seriously, I'm so horny right now, I-"

"Stop!" You shove a pillow towards her to shut her up but it only made her laugh harder. "If I let you with your much needed privacy, will you please stop? I don't think I can handle this anymore." You make a move to leave but her hand grabs your arm once more.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna stand outside the hall, pretend that I don't exist so you could uhm, you know." You make a motion with your hand awkwardly. You're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now.

"Stay, please?"

"What?"

"Remember how I said I like being watched?"

"Nat-"

"Come on, it'll be pretty fun. I don't mind." This isn't how you imagined the night was going between you two. "You can do nothing at all. I just... need you close." You have a battle going on in your mind right now, but you eventually give in when you hear her soft plea.

Natasha was thrilled when you shifted your position beside her, but unfortunately, you closed your eyes. Having you this close is already fine with her. A sigh escaped from her lips when she slipped her hand down the front of her shorts, finding herself really wet.

"So, how's this- Oh my god, you're doing it." She couldn't help but whimper and close her eyes in response to her unexpected sensitivity and the feeling of your gaze on her. Her breathing becomes erratic as she slowly tease her own self. Her other hand finds its way where her pebbled nipples are, chest heaving when she starts playing with it.

It was impossible to look away from your best friend as she played with herself right in front of you. Natasha's mouth is agape, back arching as she plunges a finger inside of her. You stifled a moan at the sight, but it came out as a whimper that Natasha barely noticed.

You strongly felt the urge to touch yourself, but you let Natasha have her own moment, so you opted to grip the mattress tightly to suppress the need. Your throat dries as you continue to watch her movements go faster and sloppier, and her moans get louder.

"F-fuck, Y/n... I'm so c-close..." Natasha wants to come. She wants to come badly, but something is missing. It was as if a sense of her need washed over you, so you got closer until your chest was pressed against her side and you held her hand that was under her shorts. To say Natasha's surprised is an understatement, and she's about to remove her own hand, thinking that you wanted to replace it with yours.

"Don't. Keep going." She whines and moans incoherently at the added pressure of your hand against her core.

"That's it. Come, pretty girl." It sets Natasha off like a bolt of lightning. Her climax hits her fully, and she moans your name at full-volume, shuddering at the intensity of it.

She tries to catch her breath, but you remove her soaked fingers and bring them into your mouth, cleaning them off. The sight nearly made her come again.

"You taste so good, Natty."

She wasn't sure who initiated it at first, but your lips connected, teeth clashing in the process as you made out eagerly and sloppily. She shifts to straddle you and removes her shirt, exposing her perky breasts. She looks ethereal on top of you, and you can't help but run your tongue over your lips, clearly enjoying the view.

"See something you like?" Words got caught in your throat, so you could only nod at her. She just cutely giggles at you and peppers your face with little kisses. You pushed her lightly to remove your own top, and you met her hungry gaze directed at your exposed chest.

"God, you're so hot." She attacks your neck, nipping and leaving bruises behind. Her kisses continue to travel below until you feel her hot mouth on your boob. You hissed when her teeth grazed on your sensitive nipple and she tugs it in between, pulling and licking while her other hand squeezes your other breast. Your hand tangles her hair and tugs it a little as you writhe beneath her.

"Fuck, do it again. Harder." You heed her plea and she moans loudly against your chest.

"N-nat... Please." You can't take it anymore. The need becomes unbearable as she continues to tease both of your boobs.

"What is it, detka? Do you need something?" You whined at her teasing tone and pushed her head lower, silently telling her what you needed.

"Use your words, detka. Or I'll stop." Natasha warns, but in reality, she's not going to stop until she makes you entirely hers and at her mercy.

"Please, just fuck me already." She lightly laughs, but yanks your remaining clothing afterward. She holds your legs open when you unconsciously close them a little, embarrassed by how drenched you have become.

"Don't be shy now, you look beautiful." She didn't wait for your response as she attaches her mouth on your sex. You mumble a series of curses as she runs her tongue up and down, lapping you vigorously. Your back arches in response to the sensation, and you tighten your grip on Natasha's hair as she unexpectedly sucks on your clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You start to tense as your climax nears, but Natasha's mouth suddenly detaches from you. With your hazy mind, you frustratingly look down to see Natasha smugly smiling at you.

"Wha- " A scream tears from your throat as she suddenly plunges two fingers into you. Her movements are unforgiving, hard and fast. She curls her fingers inside, and you can't help but moan and chant her name loudly as she sucks your clit harder while simultaneously fucking you. The bed squeaks from the action.

Natasha grabs your breast in her other hand and watches her fingers disappear into you, completely mesmerized by how you are taking her. Your walls tightened against her fingers, making it difficult to move, so she drove them deeper and made the come hither motion over and over again.

"Come, detka. It's okay." It didn't take long for your climax to come, back arching while Natasha lightly hisses when your hand finds its way to grip her hair tightly again. As your climax starts to subside, you hear her coo and whisper praises on your side.

Natasha slowly removed her fingers from you, and you couldn't help but whine at the loss. She grabs the blanket to drape it over your bodies and takes you in her arms, which you immediately oblige despite your haziness.

"That... that happened." You managed to croak out, voice coming out slightly hoarse.

"Did you... not like it?" You turn to look at her and saw the vulnerability in her look, which is unusual coming from the redhead. You take her face on your hands and look directly in her eyes.

"You made me feel so good that I can barely speak now and you're asking if I did not like it? I'll gladly show you again how much I enjoyed it if I could only feel my legs again." You both giggle at that.

"I'm hoping this isn't a one-time thing? Because I have liked you since way before this." You feel extremely happy at her confession because it goes the same thing for you. Before you could even reply, she adds. "It will suck to not be able to do that again if we cannot leave this place. You have no idea how often I think of bending you over- " You groaned and turned away, pressing your back against her.

"Why are you like this?" She just laughed before spooning you.

Natasha really knew how to push your buttons, and she grabbed this perfect opportunity by popping her hips towards your ass, "From behind, huh?"

Her forceful grip on your waist was the only thing that kept you from running across the room. She kept on laughing as you struggle for awhile before going limp from exhaustion.

"Go to sleep, Romanoff."

She kisses your head and mutters a good night against your hair, her smile not leaving her face as she closes her eyes. Natasha finally has you in her arms like this.

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A/N: I suck at this.

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A Friend From Work Pt. 2

Pairing: older!Steve Harrington x afab!Reader

Summary: The reader finally gets her dad's hot friend alone, but not everyone is aware of your small affair. 2.4k words

Warnings: 18+ MINORS GO AWAY OR I WILL STEAL YOUR HOLIDAY GIFTS!! P in v sex, safe sex, fingering, use of degrading words (slut, etc.), praise kink, slight public sex kink/voyeurism, swearing, smut (obviously), masturbation talk, idk what else.

//requested by @its-quinns-bread

"I thought I told you to call me Steve, sweetheart.." you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you blushed under his gaze. He chuckles at your sudden timidness. "I think it's time to come clean, you've been doing a little more than staring, haven't you?" he squeezes your hips, hands traveling up to your waist.

You find yourself unable to speak, and you just nod. He seemed amused at this. "Prancing around in these slutty clothes, bending over for me, staring at me like that. You've been doing that on purpose, haven't you?" he watches you squirm. "It's okay, I can't say I haven't enjoyed your little stunts. Only made me want you more." he held the side of your face in his hand.

He leaned in and you could smell his expensive cologne, just like you'd imagined but better. He pulled you into a kiss, his other hand holding the small of your back firmly against his own body. Your hands find their way into his soft thick hair. You ran your hands through it as small moans escaped your lips.

Steve pulled away with an amused smile. "You know, the other day I walked past your room. I could've sworn I heard those sweet little moans coming from the other side of your door." you felt yourself get hotter under his unforgiving gaze.

"Were you thinking of me? While your fucked yourself, were you imagining it was me, baby?" he held you close to his body, his grip not letting you free. You gave him a nod, too embarrassed by the fact that he heard.

"God, it was so hot I wanted to knock on your door so bad. What were you imagining me doing?" he ushered you to the couch. He didn't care that your dad could walk in any second.

You felt your mouth go dry at the thought of simply telling him what you were imagining. You feared the worst; he would be disgusted by your inner thoughts and leave. You hoped for the best; he would fulfill all your dirty little fantasies.

"You're going all shy on me, sweetheart. Where was all that timidness when you decided to walk around in this little number." he took one of the straps of your top and slid it down. "You're fucking irresistible and you've been teasing me on purpose. Begging for me to fuck you. Isn't that right, princess?"

You shiver at the new pet name. He chuckles. "Tell me what you were thinking about.." he pulls you into his lap on the couch, his hands caressing your soft thighs. He exhales into the back of your neck. "So soft, so.." his hand cups your clothed pussy. "so pretty.." he grumbles into your skin as he places long kisses on your shoulder.

His hand cupped you without warning, and you were unable to hold back the loud whimper from escaping your lips. Steve found your clit in no time, gently rubbing over it, your panties still covering your soaked pussy. You moaned softly at the feeling, a slight buzz of adrenaline filling your veins.

"Ohh you like that? Well, that's all your gonna get until you tell me what you were thinking about in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart. I can do this all day.." he mumbles in your ear, his lowered voice sending goosebumps all over your skin.

"Steve please.." you whined as he slowly removed his hand. "But-Do you promise you won't judge?" you were so close to feeling him inside you. You could feel his boner pressed against your ass as you sat in his lap, your back facing his front. "Princess, everything you do is so fucking hot. There's almost nothing you could do to have me running out the door." he chuckles.

His hand stayed there as he awaited your response. Whining, you thrust your hips against his hand, desperate for some kind of friction. He groaned against you, the feeling of your rutting sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His large hands grab your hips. "Did I say you could move? Tell me, sweetheart. I won't judge you for anything." his sweet tone convinced you.

"Thought about your fingers inside me and-" before you could even finish your sentence, your words morphed into a moan as his hand pushed your panties to the side and began to circle your entrance. "This where you want me, sweetheart?" he smirks at how you melt under his hands.

With a faint nod, you move your hips against his hand. "Please Steve please.." He smirks at your sensitivity. "Please what, baby? Use your words." he kissed your neck, his mouth creating hickeys that would surely cause some outrage when your father noticed. He wouldn't have it any other way.

The idea of marking you as his, letting everyone know that you were his made his dick throb. He couldn't hold back much longer, he needed to be inside of you. "Fine, I'll just have to get those words out of you." he slipped two fingers into your wet pussy, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls closing around them.

"Fuck you're so goddamn perfect for me. Take this shit off." he lifts your shirt up, urging you to slip your shirt off, which you did. "Mm, no bra...such pretty tits. You have no idea how much I've dreamt about these, sweetheart." one hand cups one of your breasts, teasing and playing with them as his fingers push in and out of your cunt so fast it made your brain melt.

"Oh my god don't stop!" you were a mess on top of him, your head laid against his shoulder as he continued to lay sweet kisses upon your shoulder and neck. "Don't worry, baby. I wanna see you cum for me, wanna watch you fall apart because of me. God, I wish I could see the look on your dad's face when he sees all these bruises on you. All mine baby. You're fucking mine." he mumbles into your skin, the words bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Between his fingers and dirty words, you were trembling, overwhelmed by his fingers expertly fucking you. A loud moan ripped from your lips as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back into your head. "Oh fuck I'm so close-" your wetness was soaking his jean-covered lap below you but you were too drunk off the feeling of his long fingers to care.

"Please Steve oh my god!" you were fumbling with your words, Steve was relishing in the sound of his name in your loud whimpering moans. "C'mon baby, give it to me. Cum for me, sweetheart.." as he softly spurred you on, your legs shook as your orgasm crashes over you. His other hand grasped your waist, holding you firmly against him as your body went limp while he rode out the rest of your orgasm.

"So fucking gorgeous. Wanna take this to your room? Wouldn't want anyone to catch us, would we?" he smirks, knowing all you could do was nod as you slowly regained your wits. He wanted to be caught. He thought it was exhilarating to be seconds away from someone seeing him deep in your sweet tight pussy.

Steve led you to your bedroom upstairs, helping your wobbly legs stumble along the carpeted floor. "Was it that good, honey?" he chuckles. You slap his arm. "Shut up." you manage to heave yourself onto the bed before Steve stepped out of his jeans and threw his shirt on the floor next to your bed.

You felt your mouth water at the sight of his bulge in his boxers. Steve was definitely a grower. "You're so pretty like this, all mine." he took his black boxers off and made his way over to you.

His large warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he spread your legs. "Such a mess, can't wait to ruin you, baby." he hums at the very thought of bending you over every surface in the damn house just to prove to everyone how much of a whimpering mess you can be from his doing.

He locked your door before walking back to your desperate, needy body.

He rolls a condom onto his dick, watching as you squirmed on the bed, the pink sheets below you making him chuckle. "Your dad probably thinks you're a sweet little girl. No no no, you're a little slut aren't you?" he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him. You just nod, giving into his hypnotic voice, desperate for him to fuck you like you had been dreaming of for days.

"Mm, you sure you want this? Fucking your dad's friend?" you had never been more sure of anything in your life." "Please.." you felt his hard tip at your entrance and you bit back a moan. "Uh uh, use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. You want my cock, baby?" he mocks you slightly, his soft lips kissing your neck while he awaited an answer.

"Please fuck me, Steve! I've been waiting for fucking days!" you whine out pathetic begging, making him chuckle. "Better not keep you waiting anymore then.." he pushes in slowly, his head falling back at the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around his thick cock.

"Oh fuck.." his dick stretched you out as he bottomed out inside you. Steve grabbed one of your legs and put it over his shoulder to get a deeper angle. The both of you let out a shaky exhale.

Steve set a fast pace, his thrusts had you gripping onto your sheets as he had one hand pressed on your stomach and one holding your leg. "Shit-you feel so fucking good," he says through gritted teeth.

The sound of skin slapping and your loud moans filled the room. Anyone who walked by could hear how good you were getting fucked. The sound of the front door opening fell on deaf ears as Steve turned you over and fucked you from behind. "Yeah, you like that? You're being so fucking loud, baby. Keep clenching it feels so damn good." he groans as he watches your body tremble beneath him. His dick felt like it was perfect for you, nobody else could ever fuck you better than him. And he knew it.

"Am I ruining you, sweetheart? None of those younger boys can fuck you like me, can they? Nobody can compare, baby." he mumbles, his grunting occasionally overlapping with your gasps and moans. You knew he was right. None of the younger men you'd been with could ever compete with the way Steve was fucking you at the moment. You were in heaven.

A loud knock on the door shocked you both. "Seriously Y/n!? I said no boys in my goddamn house!" your father shouted through the locked door. Steve chuckled darkly. "Ohh, you wanna be louder for him, sweetheart? Moan my name, baby. Let him know who's fucking you." he slams into you, his big cock stretching you further with every brutal thrust.

"Fuck please Steve I'm so close," you could barely form any thoughts except him. His cock, his grunts and moans in your ear, his hands holding your hips so hard they'll form bruises, and his dirty talk driving you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Steve? Steve Harrington?" your father finally came to the realization. "That's right, buddy!" he grunts as you tighten around him.

"Listen to how good your best friend is making your daughter feel." he thrusts into you at an unforgiving pace, earning incoherent moans and whimpers from you. He was sure your father heard, he was counting on it. "She's such a little fucking mess underneath me, isn't that right, sweetheart?" he pulls your hair back, your face next to his as he bent over you. "Such a good little slut for me." he chuckles when he hears your father attempting to get in through the locked door.

"Get the fuck out here right now, Steve!" he yelled. Steve rolled his eyes and kept going.

"Good girl, you're so close, I can feel you squeezing me. Cum for me, give it to me, sweetheart." he groans as he got closer and closer to his release. After a few days of relentless teasing on your part, he was elated that he finally broke you down to a whimpering, moaning mess.

"Not so confident now, huh? Now that you've got what you wanted you little minx." he ignored your father's pleas for you to leave your room. "Stay with me baby, I'm all you need right now. Here and now." he urges you to ignore your father.

You didn't even have time to warn him before your orgasm had you trembling and moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. Steve wasn't far behind, seeing you fall apart had him a few thrusts away from cumming. "Fuck you're so hot when you come." his eyes roll back into his head as he spills into the condom.

As the world faded back into the picture, he heard the pounding of the door. "Steve you better get the fuck out of there before I kill you! How dare you go after my daughter!" he was very angry, but Steve couldn't find it in himself to care.

He pulled out of you, chuckling when you whined from the loss. "Alright, here's the plan. My car is parked down the block. Wanna come with me?" he asks.

How could you refuse? "Just bring me back after a few days?" you ask him, to which he nodded. "I'd love to stay and chat except your dad is like seconds away from bursting in." he rushed to get dressed, and he did the same for you as you tried to force your wobbly legs to walk without his assistance.

"We'll climb out the window, he'll never see us." This reminded Steve of his teen years when he'd climb girls' houses to their windows just for a goodnight kiss. He's matured to this...

With some effort, you managed to climb down, Steve's hand in yours as he ushered you to his car. "Your father will probably beat me up at work, maybe I should take the week off or something." he thought.

"I'd love to have a week to ourselves, we could catch up on lost time." you pressed a hand against his crotch, watching him flinch and then chuckle. "You know me so well, Y/n."

He couldn't show his face around your father again without getting dirty looks or threats from your father. He wouldn't have it any other way though.

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