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oops my hand slipped

[kapusto]

Sorry for horny sketches...

[demiec0re]

HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!

[fakebwitch]

need a part two of the panties in the car where he comes home and confronts y/n and she’s all like huhhh? 👀🤭

rafe punish you after finding your panties in his car [rafe x fem!reader]

part one

a/n: ookayyy i just had to write about this cause i can imagine her being so clueless about it while he's been going crazy all day, and then ofc he’s going to punish her. thank you for giving me this inspo, hope you’ll enjoy it!!!

warnings: nswf contents, begging, oral, pnv, praising, spanking, chocking, dirty language.

throughout the rest of the day rafe's head was elsewhere. during the meeting he was distracted all the time, muttering a few "mhm" now and then and a few nods, staring at a fixed point while his head kept thinking about you. when the meeting was finally over over, rafe stood up quickly almost running as he left the office.

the drive home was not very smooth, cursing all the red lights that kept him away from you. arriving at your house he absentmindedly parked the car, hurrying to get out of it, he inserted the keys in the lock opening the door, as he expected you were not there waiting for him, he knew it was all part of your plan. passing through the living room he saw you were not even there, he sighed as he walked up the stairs leading to your room, his cock twitching in his pants, eager to be inside you.

he walked into your room, the door was open, and he saw you. you were lying on the bed on your stomach, your phone in your hands scrolling on tiktok while your feet were up, swinging from side to side to the beat of the song. his eyes fell on your thighs, the plump of your ass visible to his eyes because of the little skirt.

“hey” he said, short but etched. you turned your head toward him, a smile grew on your face as your eyes softened, “hi baby” you said turning your back, supporting you with your elbows, his face didn't look very enthusiastic.

just as you were about to ask him how the day went, he interrupted you. “what was that about?” he asked, approaching you, taking a few steps closer to the bed, his voice low almost threatening and for a second you forgot about the little surprise you had left in his car the previous day.

“what?” you answered naively as you looked down at him, blinking your long lashes. “don't fucking act dumb, why the fuck where your panties in my car?” he said much more pissed off this time, no longer able to contain himself, his knees were now touching the bed and your view was perfectly aligned with his cock.

“oh- umh they were simply a little itchy so I decided to take them off, I guess I forgot about them...” you replied shrugging as you looked around, in his eyes you were clearly teasing him.

as much as he hated it, your attitude only hardened his cock, he sighed again as he ran a hand over his face. “you wanna know what else is itchy? my fucking dick from the moment that i get in the car this morning to the whole fucking day,” he confessed as he pointed his finger at you, you couldn't help but bite your lip as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, hearing the kind of effect you had on him just with your panties.

“sit your ass here” he said as he sat down on the bed, patting his tight. you watched him for a few seconds, you knew what he had in mind at that moment, “fucking move” he said irritably, pulling you toward him by the ankle. you settled so that your belly was in contact with his thighs, your ass in full view for his eyes.

he lifted your skirt all the way up, almost drooling as he looked down at your ass hugged by pink panties. your hands were already clutching the fabric of the sheets underneath you, closing your eyes waiting for rafe to hit you. he groped your ass for a few seconds, squeezing the soft skin in his big hands, and then suddenly a slap, you squinted as your teeth dug into your lips.

“count for me doll” he told you almost in a whisper, his deep, rough voice almost made you moan, “one” you said as his other hand moved on the low of your back, making sure to held you back in your seat. his hand squeezed the fat of your thighs, just below your ass, “thought it could've been a good idea to put your panties in the car uh? always find a way to get me mad” he said, in the process another slap landed on your ass, he looked carefully at the way your ass jiggled, the halo of his hand mark barely visible.

“two” you said squeezing the fabric tighter.

he massaged the newly affected area, slightly alleviating the pain, “got me jerkin off like a fucking kid, that's what you wanted don't you?” he confessed to you as his hand hit your ass again, you hissed pressing your head into the soft sheets, the pain you just felt mixed with your throbbing clit, the idea of him jerking off on you using your panties and the fact that right now his hard cock was right under your pussy, wasn't helping at all.

“three” you said, your voice muffled by the sheets.

he kept complaining as two hard slaps hit you, your skin now marked by the imprint of his hands, “shit” you let slip, feeling your skin burn as your vision blurred. he grabbed the newly affected skin tightly, “ouch rafe-” you whimpered through clenched teeth trying to get up, but the hand he had on your back slammed you back down on the bed, your face met the soft fabric again as a tear ran down your cheeks, once it reached your lips you licked it, savoring the salty taste.

“nah you're not running, you're gonna take it all” he said grabbing your hair, pushing your head back, the perfect opportunity for another slap. “rafeee... it hurts” you whined clinging to the sheets, you didn't remember it hurting so much.

“shh it's alright baby, you're taking it sooo good” he praised you, his voice low and deep, his palm stroking your irritated skin.

“how many is that?”

“6” you replied, another tear streaked your face. “only four more baby, you can do that right?” he said almost teasing you, letting go of his grip on your hair, bringing his hand back to your back.

“yes.”

when he got to the tenth he decided it was enough, his hand now gently massaging the soft skin of your ass trying to ease the pain, your cheeks streaked with salty tears as you felt your skin burn, the imprint of his hand well scanned on your ass. he helped you up, you sat up on your knees finally meeting his gaze. your mascara slightly smudged from the way your face was splattered against the sheets, your cheeks flushed, your hair messy and your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them, his cock hardened at the sight of how perfect you looked.

one last remaining tear slid down your entire cheek ending up under your chin, rafe was quick to brush it away with his thumb as his hand gently came in contact with your neck, “shh baby it's all over” he shushed you, pushing your face to his as your lips finally collided with his.

the kiss quickly became more intense, your hands on the nape of his neck pushing him toward you as his hand groped your tits violently from above your top. a small moan escaped him as you brought your hand down toward his polo shirt, letting him know that he should take it off, he was more than happy to oblige by slipping it off and tossing it somewhere in the room.

you resumed the kiss as your hand wandered over his toned pecs, moving down to his abs, you heard small sounds leave his lips as your delicate fingers brushed against his skin. you traced his happy trail going down a little further, grabbing his cock through his pants, he let out a choked moan breaking the kiss. he took your hand and moved it away, "y’want it that bad, isn't that right?" he mocked you, you nodded quickly, his hand still tight on your wrist with a small grin, "lie down."

you did as he said, you lay down opening your legs so he could settle between them, a small whimper escaped your lips as your flushed ass came in contact with the fabric underneath. rafe positioned himself between your legs, his hands rested on either side of your head, he lowered his head kissing you as his right hand helped you slip off your top. he broke the kiss, kissing down to your jaw, up to your neck, you bit your lip holding back a moan feeling his hot breath just below your ear. he lingered there for a few seconds then moved the kisses lower, as his hand groped the other breast his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking it fervently. he gave the other the same attention, licking and sucking as little moans escaped your lips.

"you gonna let me taste baby?" he whispered as his kisses moved to your stomach making you shiver, "mhm" you hummed enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on you, "can't hear you" he scolded you as he lifted up your skirt, "want your mouth on me" you whimpered meeting his gaze, his eyes full of lust. your clit throbbing under the fabric of your panties, at the thought of his warm breath on your pussy, making you shiver.

all day long he had been thinking about having his head between your thighs, licking you clean. It was probably one of his favorite things, eating your pussy while your thighs suffocated him, your moisture spread all over his chin while continuous moans came out of your lips.

"we're gonna keep these on, right? think you've already lost too much pairs mhm?" he said, the vibrations of his voice hit directly your pussy as you felt it clench around nothing. he put a hand under your thigh pushing you closer to his face, his eyes noticed the small wet spot visible on your panties, a smirk grew on his face at the sight.

with his index finger he moved the garment to the side, your wet pussy in perfect view for his hungry eyes, without warning he licked a long strip, up to your clit, which begged for attention. you let out a moan feeling his tongue explore your folds, you raised your hips meeting his face, eager for more. his tongue lingered for a few seconds on your entrance, "fuuuck rafe" you moaned as your head fell back pushing his head closer to your pussy with your hand, his nose slammed against your clit.

he knew just what you wanted, and within seconds he began to suck fiercely on your bundle of nerves. the way his tongue felt on your pussy, his hot breath, his hands clinging firmly to your thighs almost leaving bruises just worked you up even more. "baby- soo good" you praised him, as he kept sucking and licking, practically making out with your pussy.

you kept moaning feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, your hands tightened the sheet below while your toes curled, feeling a familiar knot forming in the lower abdomen. “i-i’m cum-” you didn’t even get to finish the sentence as rafe get away from you pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing and unsatisfied, if there’s one thing you hated was when your orgasm was interrupted, rafe knew that real well. “baby wha-why?” you whined as you stood up supporting yourself with your elbows, your expression wrinkled, face slightly flushed as you looked up at him, his face coated with your wetness, he scooped it all up with his index and middle fingers sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean. he couldn't get enough of your taste.

“as much as i love tasting you, i fucking need to be inside you” he said quickly unbuckling his belt, you bit your lip at the thought of his cock moving fast inside you, your pussy already clenching. he lowered his pants along with his underwear, his hard cock that all day long kept bothering him finally free.

he wrapped his hand around his dick, there was no need to spit since the small drops of pre cum had spread along the entire length, he began to rub slowly at the sight of your wet pussy in front of him, your fucked face and your hard nipples, he dropped his head back emitting small sounds of pleasure. as much as you loved the erotic view in front of you, the way his arm muscles flexed with every movement, his body covered with a small layer of sweat and his mouth open with pleasure, you needed him inside you.

“rafey need you inside so bad” you practically begged him, looking at him from below with your best eyes. your clit still throbbing from the orgasm you had been denied, praying that someone would pay attention to it. you almost cried feeling so in need of cum, and rafe didn’t seem to care enough.

“i got you doll” he said simply, returning his gaze to you. he pulled you even more towards him by the leg, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and his tip hit against your clit, you both let out a moan at the sensation. he grabbed the tip of his cock rubbing it all over your pussy.

“don’t tease” you complained, becoming more and more impatient as rafe continued to tease you. what you didn’t know is that he wanted it as much as you, if not more. his cock had desired your pussy all day, throbbing in his pants and all he wanted was to sink every inch of his length into your hot and tight hole, but at the same time he loved to see you equally desperate, eager for his cock inside you while you looked at him with your eyes, which pushed him to the edge every time, begging him to fuck you, that you needed him, to feel him, he simply loved it.

“don’t tease?” he repeated chuckling darkly, “then what did y’do with me baby, uh? c’mon tell me” he encouraged you, his swollen tip was still pressing against your clit, “I...” you started to say but too embarrassed to continue, under his stinging gaze you almost wanted to disappear.“don’t get shy on me now pretty girl, say it” he said wrapping his hand around his cock again, pushing the tip slightly inside your entrance, he could feel the heat of your walls as your pussy was ready to receive it.

“uuuuh…-i’ve been bad rafe, i teased you with my panties” you said sighing, a small part of his tip inside you, squeezing him already so well that it was difficult for rafe to restrain himself from hammering inside you. “yeah that’s right baby, now what y’want me to do?” he said trying to control himself, but his almost trembling voice betrayed him, “fuuuck i want you to fuck so bad, please rafe” you begged, there was no more room for shyness, the only thing in your head was his dick, and how much you wanted it inside you.

“that’s a good girl” he praised you, the tip of his cock completely entering your tight hole, he lingered for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of your tight pussy around him, your mouth open and your face frowning while his cock pushed deeper inside you. “fuck baby, just squeezing me tight… so nice and warm” he said, his cock completely inside you. the walls of your pussy stretched accepting the new intrusion as you could feel every single vein on his cock pulsating inside you.

“oh fuck rafe” you breathed feeling so full, he gave you little time to adapt to its length, quickly finding his rhythm pushing deep inside you.

while with one hand he squeezed your leg firmly, the other hand tightened around your breasts, clinging to it. your hands tightened to the sheet while rafe began to push himself hard inside you. the sound of his body slamming against yours every time he pushed himself inside you and the wet sound that his cock emitted when he entered and left your hole filled the room.

he pinched your nipple, you moaned as rafe could feel your pussy tighten around him, “so tight doll, i can barely move” he said as your pussy sucked him inside. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your teeth sank strongly into the soft skin of your lips trying to hold back the loud moans that threatened to come out, the tip of his cock repeatedly hit the right point making you arch your back.

you opened your eyes suddenly, feeling his hand wrap around your neck, applying enough pressure to make you whine. “keep your eyes on me” he incited you, his own voice sounded weak. you looked at him with narrowed eyes, barely focusing on the words that came out of his mouth, the pressure of his hand on your neck and his cock that continued to throb inside you were enough to make your head dizzy.

rafe lowered his head towards yours, his mouth rested on yours giving life to an intense kiss, your tongues collided in a messy way. while you kissed him you could hear small grunts escape his lips, your hand moved towards his face resting on his cheek, pushing his face towards yours.

“say you’re sorry for t-teasing me” he said, his voice interrupted by a grunt while his tip repeatedly hit your spongy spot, you had barely understood what he had said to you, overwhelmed with pleasure. you opened your mouth to answer but only a moan came out.

rafe moved his rough thumb towards your swollen clit, rubbing quickly. an almost pornographic moan came out of your lips, feeling all those pleasures at the same time, “c’mon you can say it” he encouraged you, his thumb moved as fast as his thrusts inside your hole. “i’m sorry, so sorry rafe!” you managed to say, your words were slurred as you wrapped your hand around the wrist of his hand, still firmly around your neck. rafe couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your euphoric state, completely fucked up.

“that’s what you wanted uh? me to fuck the shit outta you” he said almost mocking you, you nodded quickly in response, there was no way you could form a sentence of complete meaning at that moment.

“could’ve said it to me, y’know i would’ve given it to you” he almost scolded you, his words sounded far away, the only thing you could hear was the slamming of your bodies, his cock throbbing inside you.

“thaaat’s it… so good for me” he praised you, he looked down where his cock connected to your pussy, a ring of cum coming from your pussy forming around his cock, “f-fuuuck” that’s all he managed to say at that sight, his head fell back while a grunt came out of his lips.

your curled your feet feeling a familiar knot form in your stomach, “d-don’t stop... please” you begged him almost on the edge of crying, your eyes glossy as you looked at him, your hand clung to his biceps firmly, your nails digging into his skin. you couldn’t stand the feeling of another denied orgasm. “go on doll, make a mess on me” he encouraged you, his voice reassured you, he lowered his head again so that his mouth was a few centimeters from your ear. his thrusts became deeper and faster helping you reach your high, your brows frowned and your mouth open, fully enjoying the feeling of his cock that entered inside you with such ease because of your wetness.

“i’m close… p-pleaseee” you whined raising your hips, meeting his thrusts. you could hear his grunts, his hoarse voice sending chills all over your body. “sooo good” you said, your voice sharp while your head was completely dizzy, the knot in your stomach getting heavier and more persistent.

“holy shiiit baby, c’mon… c-cum all over my dick” his thumb worked quickly on your clit, he left sloppy kisses all over your jaw, going down towards the neck as with a big moan you finally reached your orgasm. your body trembled as your hand tightened even more around his biceps, your moans sounded choked because of his hand still tight around your neck. his thumb on your clit slowed down applying a slight pressure while his thrusts became slow and deep, he too was reaching his high.

you felt overwhelmed by a sudden sleepiness, your grip on his biceps loosened, the marks left by your nails clearly visible. you let rafe continue to use your hole to reach his climax. “thaaat’s it, such a good girl” he praised you, his grip on your neck had loosened, moving on your thigh.

“i want your cum in me, rafe” you said, your voice dim and kneaded as you opened your eyes to look at him, “fuck that’s right, g-gonna fill you up” he said nodding, your pussy tightened around him, “k-keep doing that… fuuuck” he said enjoying the feeling, you did as requested. you felt his hot liquid spread inside you, mixing with your cum, you left a little whining at the sensation, still overstimulated by the orgasm you just had, “s-shiiit, that’s fucking it” he said, he kept pushing himself inside you for a few seconds and then pulled out, he picked up the cum that had leaked with his fingers, putting it back in your hole, “we’re not gonna waste any of it right?” he said with his usual grin, falling next to you on the bed.

“noo… all in me” you agreed with him, your mind still dizzy as rafe pushed you into his arms, your head came in contact with his chest as you quickly curled up in his embrace.

“you’re good princess, did so good” he said chuckling at your fucked-up state, kissing your head.

[burrowdarling]

Masked Up (18+)

Summary: A request for a particular Halloween costume turns into so much more

Pairing: Joe Burrow x gf!reader

Warning: smut, language, oral, ghostface!Joe, masked man, dom!Joe x sub!reader, light choking, praise, light degradation

Note: Hi! Wow, I got this out way faster than I was expecting to. This is my first smutty Joe fic that I've written and I hope you all like it. With that being said, this fic is 18+. NSWF, MDNI, all of the things, etc. I tried my best and I hope you all enjoy it right in time for Halloween!

p.s thank you to the anon for suggesting ghostface!joe

Word Count: 3k

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It was a cozy fall evening at home for Joe and I, a rarity during the season. We were both snuggled up on the couch, I was lying between Joe’s legs with my back to his chest and a blanket draped over us both. To get into the spirit with Halloween around the corner, Joe decided it would be a good idea to watch a scary movie. The first one he found was Scream.

While the movie played in the background, Joe and I talked about the upcoming Halloween get together we were planning with some of our friends. It was going to be our first Halloween together and I wanted to do something special for it. Joe, being more introverted and as costume-opposed as he was, agreed because ‘it would make me happy’.

“You could always do something simple like one of those masks or something” feeling myself get excited as I said the idea out loud. That had been one of my newly discovered kinks, never trying it myself before, but finding something about it to be extremely hot. Knowing it would be Joe underneath the mask, letting him do what pleased to me under a façade. I hadn’t said anything to Joe yet, not that I feel like he would necessarily judge me for it, but it wasn’t the most traditional kink out there.

“You mean like that ghost one or something?” Joe questioned, oblivious to how his words were affecting me. I squeezed me thighs closer together at the thought of Joe masked up and fucking me senseless. 

I must’ve been lost in my thoughts longer than I thought, Joe nudging my back from behind waiting on a response.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I questioned, voice slightly labored.

“I asked if you wanted me to wear a Ghostface mask for the party. I’m not big on costumes, but I could make something work with that” Joe stated, feeling content with the idea. 

I could feel my cheeks heating up at the thought, mumbling something into the blanket. Joe looked at me confused, pulling the blanket down to see my rosy cheeks.

“What’d you say babe, I can’t hear you when you’re mumbling” he looked at me, eyes soft and waiting for an answer. 

It was now or never, the worst that could happen would be him saying no. 

“I feel like you would look hot dressed up as Ghostface” I spoke quickly, darting back under the blanket to hide my embarrassment for, what I felt like, would be the inevitable judgement I’d get for the confession.

“Hey, hey why are you hiding on me? There’s no need to get all shy on me now” Joe said with a light chuckle, pulling the blanket back from my face yet again. Flushed cheeks and shallow breathing an obvious indicator of the thoughts on my mind. It was a miracle Joe hadn’t pointed that out yet.

“I think I could make that work for you, I could make a pretty hot Ghostface huh” Joe said, pulling me back against him and turning his attention back to the tv. I felt my desire growing, images of Joe in the mask flooding my thoughts for the remainder of the evening. I couldn’t wait for the party.

The next day

I had just gotten home from work, excited to get out of my work clothes and ready to change from my skirt and sweater to one of joe’s hoodies and sweatpants. I was able to get out early which was a rarity and figured I would help Joe do some more of the decorating for the party. He had the time available and offered to do what he could, but I didn’t expect him to do everything when it was my idea to host. I slid my key into the door, unlocking it and shutting it gently behind me.

When I was met with silence, I called out to Joe, letting him know of my early arrival, just to be further met with silence. I slid off my jacket and took off my shoes by the door walking further into the house, looking to see if he was in the kitchen. I noticed that he had started to put up some of the decorations for the party, but I also noticed something else on the edge of the kitchen island. There was a bloody handprint made out of red paint. I continued further into the house, finding more handprints as I went, but not Joe. When I finally made it to the bedroom after finding the last handprint, I was met with an empty room.

“Joe?” I lightly called out, questioning where else he could possibly be. 

‘I wonder where he went’, I said to myself in my head, noting that his car was in the garage when I pulled in. As I was about to turn around to leave the room, I felt a firm hand slither around my waist, the other coming up to cover my mouth. I was first met with a feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach, but that soon diminished to desire, knowing it was Joe behind me. I could feel his muscles as he pulled my closer to him, making it harder for me to escape. 

His hand slid down from my mouth to my throat, grasping me to pull me towards his mouth as he leaned to my ear. His voice came through muffled, telling me that he must’ve listened intently to our conversation the night before. I turned my head the best I could and noticed that there was a mask over his face.

Joe turned me to face him, my breath hitching in my throat as I was met with a Ghostface mask and a shirtless Joe, his muscles on full display. Joe pushed me up against the wall, caging me in with his body, leaning his masked face down by my ear. 

He whispered, “looks like it’s my turn to play”.

It was so sudden; I was swept up into his arms and tossed back on the bed. It was quite a sight to behold, my Greek god of a boyfriend shirtless, masked up, and ready to do what he pleased with me. I could feel the familiar burn in my stomach begin to grow and the mess of thoughts going on in my head of the endless possibilities. 

I scooted back as far as I could go towards the headboard before Joe gripped one of my ankles, dragging me back towards him and lifting up my skirt in the process. He began to climb up onto the bed, his presence filling the entire room. I laid there before him, feeling defenseless and excited for what was to come. 

“Take your sweater off for me. Now” Joe demanded, and without a second thought I did. 

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? Is this living up to your fantasy that you had in your head?” Joe asked his voice dripping with desire as I struggled to form coherent thoughts.

I quickly nodded my head, a grumbled yes being the only thing I could come up with. A gasp escaped my lips as he slid his hands down my bare thighs, forcing my knees to bend, hiking my skirt higher up my legs, as I laid back on the bed. Joe growled with approval of my evident desire laid out before him, trailing his fingers over my clothed pussy. He was looking at me as if I was an entire meal ready to be devoured. 

“if I knew this would get you this wet sweetheart, I would’ve done this sooner. You’ve been holding out on me huh” Joe joked as he continued to tease me. 

I could feel my patience wearing thinner the longer he held out on me continuing to tease my clothed center. 

“Please Joe “I begged, the need to feel his hands on me properly growing with each passing second. 

“Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already soaked for me. Can barely even form a sentence, you’re so needy. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours hm? Are you thinking about how badly you want me to touch you, fuck you with my fingers while I’m wearing this mask” Joe continued, finally sliding my panties down my legs, the cool air hitting my pussy causing me to shiver. 

Before I could give him a proper answer, he thrust his two middle fingers into me, pressing in all of the right places with the right speed and pressure. The best response I could come up with was a moan as my back arched up off of the mattress. 

“Look at my girl, already a mess from just my fingers. Think you can cum just from my fingers for me?” Joe questioned, voice low and gravely.

At this rate with how he’s been with me, it felt like a genuine possibility. With Joe’s other hand, he moved my bra up off of my tits to gain access, immediately pinching one of my hard nipples. I felt the familiar knot begin to tighten, ready to snap at any moment. 

“Cum for me sweet girl, I know you can” Joe mused as his paced quicken and began to touch my clit with his thumb. That caused the snap, becoming a moaning mess beneath him. It took me a good minute to regain my composure and come back down from my high. 

I looked up at him from the bed, reigniting my desire to have him again. 

“I want your pretty mouth on my cock baby before I absolutely ruin you. The only thing you’ll know how to say is my name” Joe __, his erection evident in his sweats.

A new wave of desire washed over me, eagerly getting down on my knees, wanting to obey him. I placed a delicate kiss over his clothed crotch, my fingers toying with the waistband of his black sweatpants while I looked up at him innocently.

“I’m not in the mood for games right now, baby girl you don’t want to test me” Joe groaned firmly, not wanting to test him any further.

“Yes sir” I said, eliciting a deep moan from above at my word choice, before pulling down his sweatpants and boxers all in one swift motion. His hard cock came free, causing my mouth to water at the sight of it. I gave his head a kiss before licking a stripe from the base to the tip, taking him into my mouth as far as I could go.

I created a steady rhythm, taking in what I could and using my hand for what I couldn’t. I felt my hair being pulled into a makeshift ponytail.

“I want to fuck your mouth so bad right now” Joe said, voice filled with lust.

I nodded, letting him take control as I felt my eyes begin to water from his thrusts, though he was still careful to not go too deep. 

“God I love how your mouth feels on me, but nothing will ever beat your pussy” Joe said pulling me up from the floor and back to the bed. 

He lined himself up at my entrance and pushed in slowly, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. At my nod to continue, his pace picked up quickly, thrusting into me at a punishing rate. My hands reached around to his back, my nails digging in to ground myself somehow. This caused Joe to groan and throw his head back with pleasure.

“Think I didn’t notice how you reacted last night when we were talking about the mask? I could feel you getting flustered thinking about me just like this” Joe said, voice rough from exhaustion. 

His comment caused my head to spin, bringing out my own groan at his confession. I felt him adjust slightly, allowing a hand to grip onto my throat, squeezing slightly.

“That’s my girl, love my hand on your throat while I fuck you masked up” Joe said his pace faltering slightly, signaling that he was getting close too.

“Joe I-I’m so close” I whined, voice breaking from the pleasure I was feeling.

“Me too baby, cum around my cock for me yeah? I know you can do it” Joe praised, luring me closer to the edge.

With a few more hard thrusts, I felt myself all over the edge, screaming out Joe’s name without a care for who heard. I felt Joe finish shortly after, his body falling on me from sheer exhaustion.

We laid like that for a little, before Joe lifted his head, taking the mask off and meeting my eyes with his blue ones.

“Hi” I said, voice small after the acts that had just ensued. My shyness returning 

“Hey” Joe replied, placing a soft kiss to my lift. 

He got up, pulling out of me, eliciting a groan at the loss of contact with him. He walked off to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean me up. He left scattered tender kisses as he cleaned my skin, cleaning himself in the process and getting back in bed with me. He pulled me into his chest and placed a kiss on top of my head, letting myself fall into his warmth.

I spoke up, breaking the silence, “I think that was one of the kinkiest things we’ve ever done” following my statement with a breathy laugh.

Joe chuckled in agreeance, “you’ve been holding out on me apparently. Are there any other secret kinks I should know about?”

I blushed, tucking my head into his embrace further. “Maybe that’s something we can explore together”.

“I’m definitely down for that”.

Thank you so much for reading, please send in any requests or comments. I hope you enjoyed!

[starrymarie]

hihihi!!! absolutely love your clark smut!!! the uv has been really high in my area recently and i’ve been thinking about a fic where readers tanning and clark’s confused on why they would need to lay out in the yellow sun for an extended period of time. idrk, just food for thought. 🤷‍♀️😚

Tanning on the balcony | c. kent

oh my dear anon, this itched a nice part of my brain

warnings: nswf!!! 18+, established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, female reader, reader knows he's superman, no use of y/n, not proofread

You’re laying out on your apartment balcony, enjoying the first real day of summer. While Metropolis wasn’t the coldest place to live, you had grown up in a much hotter city, and you welcomed the first day of sun. When you saw the forecast, you immediately grabbed your bikini, and sunscreen, heading to the balcony. With a towel on the chair, sunglasses on and a cold drink on the table next to you, you were prepared for a quiet day in the sun. The quiet only lasted about 30 minutes.

The sliding glass door opened, but you paid no mind. You were busy feeling the heat on your skin against the quiet lull of the city. Clark stood in the doorway, looking over you. It wasn’t a look of lust, but rather of curiosity.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m enjoying the sun.” You responded, still not opening your eyes.

“I can see that…” he trailed off.

“I’m tanning, Clark. The sun is finally out and I am tired of being so pale.” You re-positioned your arms so the underside could get some sun as well.

“Why would anyone want that?”

At this you open your eyes and stare at your boyfriend. He was completely serious, his eyes quizzical as his body was half in and half out the door.

“Clark, what does the sun do for you?”

“Well,” he starts, coming out of the apartment and standing fully next to you in the sun. He closes his eyes as he looks up to it. “It heals me, both physically and emotionally. It provides me strength and increases my power.”

You hum in response, looking him up and down. He truly looked good in the sunlight. He was still wearing his pajamas, and he still had bed head, but he looked striking in this light. The light softly illuminated his messy hair and accented his jawline. It bathed his broad chest, and it made you squeeze your thighs together.

“It does the same for us humans, in a way. For me, it’s calming and gives me energy. I like the way it tans my skin and gives me a glow, or the way my cheeks and shoulders become pink.”

Clark looks at you, slowly nodding his head in understanding.

“You don’t need to change. You look beautiful the way you are.”

You fought a blush at his words. “Go away, you are ruining my tanning time.”

You return to your position with your eyes closed, trying to feel the heat again on your skin rather than from inside your skin. You were just about to have a stern talk with yourself for your wandering eyes when you felt something wrap around you. Squealing from the lift, your eyes open and you quickly wrap your hands around his neck. Clark effortlessly lifts you up with one arm under your legs, the other around your back. He takes you back into your apartment.

“Clark Kent!” You loudly scold. “Put me down! I’m not done tanning!”

“No can do, sunshine.” He’s carrying you to the bedroom. “Seems like you didn’t believe me. I’ve got to convince you.”

“No no, I believe you!”

He ignores your pleas as he drops you onto the bed. You softly land on your back, bouncing a little on the plush mattress at the force he dropped you. Clark watched your chest move with the movement, pulling your ankles so you are at the edge of the bed. His hands run up and down your thighs and you shiver.

Silently, while keeping eye contact, he lowers himself to his knees. He does so in such a way that you get overwhelmed, watching this hero fall to his knees. For you. His hands come up to your bikini bottoms, and with a small nod from you, he pulls them down your legs.

“Golly, sunshine you look so beautiful.” He whispers. Clark says it as if he’s talking to your pussy and not you, causing you to shiver. He watches his fingers splay across your stomach as the other hand runs a lazy few fingers through your folds. You whimper at the contact, shifting slightly. His hand on your stomach keeps you in place with a gentle but firm grasp.

The same two fingers slowly enter you as his thumb rubs lazy circles around your clit. You gasp and arch your back at the sensation, feeling full from just his two thick fingers. Clark coos at you, his eyes watching how you swallow his fingers, pulling at them. He doesn’t pick up the pace, just keeps a lazy rhythm that slowly drives you mad.

“Clark, please” you beg.

“I’m going to take my time with you. Show you just how much I love this body of yours.” He leans in and gives your clit a kiss, sending shivers up your body at the warmth in his breath. “How much you don’t ever need to change.”

Clark is lazy in his licks, taking his time in truly savoring you. He can feel the last bit of warmth from the sun on your skin and he savors it. The taste of you and the sun is overwhelming and he moans into your center. It’s almost like he is doing this more for himself than for you, eating like it’s his last meal. The combination of his fingers and his tongue already has you close to the edge.

“Clark, I’m almost-” you cut yourself off with a moan, his fingers deep inside you. They curl in such a way that it makes you see stars.

“Come on, beautiful. Cum on my fingers, let me see that beautiful face of yours as you let go.”

At this you reach your climax, writing under his strong hand as he buries himself deeper into you. Your thighs clamp around his head as you finish, Clark murmuring sweet words into you.

When he let off you and came up for air, he saw the way your hair cascaded around you, eyes up at the ceiling as you caught your breath.

“Okay, okay. I believe you.” You say out of breath, looking at him. His chin is covered in you, a wild smile on his face.

“I don’t think you do, sunshine.” He comes up just enough to press his hard member against your quivering center, making you moan.

“I think I have to continue to show you.”

[alixandra-multifandom-version]

Warnings: nsfw content mentioned minors do not interact

Battinson headcanon!

Bruce is paranoid (wich isn't a surprise) so he always sleeps on the side of the bed that is closer to the door or the window so if somebody wanted to break in he would be ready to show a reaction

He's a light sleeper so any movements from you will wake him up

If you got up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water he will let out a 'hm' as if asking is everything is alright

He's very awkward so he'll get really nervous when you have any physical contact with him

But if you're sleep and you cuddle him while being asleep he'll feel at peace knowing you're just reaching for his comfort and he doesn't need to say anything

Sometimes you'll playfully call him 'vengeance' and he'll let out a soft amused snort

If he's too tired from patrol, he'll let you take off the eyeshadow he wears under the Cowl

Tries his hardest not to let you see him injured

Even if he doesn't go out much he'll still take you out on fancy date nights and dinners

If he messed up a date or forgot an important event he'll make it up to you by gift giving and act of service

And if anyone ever dares to harm you they're already a Deadman

If he finds out you have a thing for him in his batman suit he'll intentionally makes you see him in his suit before either going to patrol or taking it off

If you're out at night (either coming back from hanging out with friends or other things) he'll watch you from the shadows at batman to make sure you're safe

NSWF

While having sex if he gets too caught up in it he uses his batman voice unknowingly

Sometimes, when he comes back from patrol and he has too much built up frustration he'll take you to bed without taking his costume or make up off aggressively making out with you with suit still on

Is great at after care And makes sure you know how much he loves you and how good you were before dozing off to sleep (even if commutation is out of his comfort zone)

He's obsessed with you and anything that has to do something with you, so when he gets you on the bed expect hours of endless worshiping and pleasure

[pixelwritez]

Fields of trouble

City girl x Country farm boy leon

Desc: Spoiled city girl gets sent to her grandparents farm for the summer because her parents think she’s gotten too spoiled. While there she meets leon, the hot farm worker. Basically he gets fed up of her attitude and punishes her, then they low-key fall in love.

WC: 5k

Mentions of: Spanking, light bondage, edging, NSWF, leon is just mean, brat taming, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, oral (fem receiving) ,(princess, honey, brat, baby, doll).

If there was one thing you knew, it was that you did not belong on a farm.

The moment you stepped off the bus into the dry, sunbaked driveway of your grandparents' property, you could already feel your phone signal dropping. Your Louis Vuitton duffle bag thudded into the dirt, instantly scuffed. A chicken ran across the path, squawking at nothing in particular.

Your parents had sent you here as punishment.

One too many late nights, too many bad grades, and too many social media scandals. "You need grounding," your mom had said. "Real life. A place with no filters and no WiFi." Your grandparents greeted you warmly, but all you could think about was the sticky heat and the endless silence. Then came the next blow.

"We've got a helper around here - works full-time on the farm," your grandpa said. "You'll be seeing plenty of him."

As if on cue, you saw a boy walk by. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, but your eyes were immediately drawn to his muscles. And damn was he hot. He barely spared you a glance when he walked past with a bucket of feed and muttered, "Try not to get in the way, city girl."

But before you could utter a word, he was already gone, leaving only the smell of hay and the sting of being underestimated.

The first few days were torture. Leon was everywhere - tossing bales of hay like it was nothing, fixing fences, riding the tractor - and each time he saw you, it was another jab.

"You're gonna break a nail, princess."

"You sure that's how you hold a shovel?"

“You're wearing perfume around the goats? Seriously?”

You hated him. And worse, you hated that he was kind of...ridiculous. Like, ridiculously attractive. Underneath the attitude and sweat, there was something sharp in his eyes. Smart. Sad, maybe.

Something you couldn't figure out.

Over the next few days, you started to learn more about him. He was mean. He gave you the worst chores: cleaning stalls, shoveling up dirt, and throwing bales of hay that were way too heavy for you. And he just would not back down, the more you pushed him and gave him attitude, the worse things got. You swore he took pleasure in watching you suffer. Milking a cow? Disaster. Feeding the chickens? They chased you. Cleaning stalls? Nearly passed out. 

“You gonna cry every time you break a nail?” He asked you, tossing you a pair of work gloves as you two picked tomatoes.

Frustrated with him and this whole situation, you threw the gloves back at him. “You know what? Maybe I will!” 

“Good. Maybe that’ll water the crops.” Is all he said, then returning to throw fresh tomatoes into a basket. 

You groaned loudly, stomping your foot on the ground and just storming away. You didn't get peace for very long because before you knew it, there was a strong hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you back. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. 

“You’ve got two choices,” He started, practically pushing you back to the small field of vegetables. “Finish picking the veggies, or go hungry.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms, waiting for him to smile or say anything else. He didn't. “You're serious.”

“Dead.”

One particular morning, the croak of the rooster woke you up, despite not wanting to get up, you knew you had to. Getting ready went by in a blur, and before you knew it, you were out in the blazing sun, watching Leon pick weeds and listen to him bark orders.

"You're here to work," he stated bluntly, his voice gravelly and authoritative. "Not to play at being some city girl trying to keep her hands clean. So get up and help."

"Fine then, I'll keep the animals entertained." You huffed, walking yourself over to the cute baby lambs. Cooing at them and petting their soft fur. The animals here made being forced to stay on this farm slightly bearable.

Leon watched you walk away, his expression remaining stern as ever. But he couldn't deny a slight hint of annoyance as you moved towards the sheep. "Alright, cut that out. You can play with the lambs later. Come back here and help me with these weeds."

"Yeah, why don't you make me." You mumbled under your breath, running your fingers through their fur. You were not meant for this work! And picking weeds, like that, would get your hands all dirty, and you would probably break some nails!

Leon heard your remark, and it clearly didn't sit well with him. He set down the shovel and slowly stalked towards you, his footsteps measured and deliberate. "You really want to test me?" he said, his voice lower now. "Because I assure you, I have no problem in making you do something you don't want to. I don't abide by brattism."

Scrunching your face up, you threw your arms to your sides. He was undeniably attractive but also a little scary. I bet he didn't even know you had almost half a million social media followers. Still, you didn't even want to be here. Yes, having a super hot guy around was nice, but he was super annoying and mean. “I'm not touching that.”

Leon's patience was starting to wear thin. He had been dealing with your attitude all day, and he wasn’t going to let more of it slide. His eyes locked on yours, intense and unyielding. “I’ll say this once more,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Cut the attitude, quit messing with the lambs, and come help me with the weeds. Now.”

Crossing your arms, you had finally had it. “No! You can not tell me what to do, and I'm done listening to you!” You shouted at him because who was he to tell you what to do? Did he even know who you were? Oh, you would show him.

But before you could get another word in or come up with any kind of plan, he had his hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you forward. Leon's patience had run out. “You don’t get to refuse,” he said, his tone low and dangerously quiet. “I'm the one giving these orders, and if you don't follow them, I’ll make sure you do.” Without waiting for a response, his hand shot out and smacked your ass.

You squeaked and gasped after feeling his hand on your ass. Your cheeks burned a dark red, and you quickly turned back around. You have never been spanked before, and were a little flustered. “Y-you did not just do that! That’s assault, I'm calling my lawyer!”

Leon let out a short scoff, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a smirk. “Oh really?” he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement. “You think your city lawyer can do anything out here in the countryside? You’re on my turf now, honey.”

He stepped even closer, towering over you. His hands now rested on his hips, and his expression held a hint of challenge. “And out here, things work a little differently. We don’t call it assault. We call it discipline.”

“T-that’s not..” You fumbled over your words, your arms hanging loosely by your sides. “You can’t do that.”

Leon chuckled, clearly enjoying this turn of events. “Can’t I?” he said, his mocking expression growing. “Watch me.”

With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm once more and yanked it up behind your back. This unexpected action pulled your body right against him, pressing you into his solid frame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering close to your ear. “I think you need to learn a little lesson about respect,” he murmured. “And I’m more than happy to teach it to you.”

You inhaled sharply and furrowed your brows. Beyond embarrassed at this point, your parents never disciplined you. More or less spanked you. “You..don’t know who I am..”

Leon chuckled again, clearly enjoying your struggle. “Oh, I know exactly who you are, princess,” he replied, the word 'princess' rolling off his tongue with clear sarcasm. “You’re some city girl who thinks she knows better. Well, let me tell you, you have a lot to learn about life out here in the country.”

He released your arm, but quickly slid his hand down to your ass, giving it another firm smack. “And I think you’ve had about enough sass for one day. Time for a change of attitude.” He murmured, pushing you down until your chest was pressed against some stacked hay bales. Ass in the air, he gripped the waistband of your pants. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts after this.”

You let out a small scream, panic started settling in when you realized your position right now. “No! Wait, you can’t do that you-!” You started to say, squirming because how dare he!? Were you a little turned on from this…yes, but that's not the point!

“I can, and I will,” Leon responded, his voice firm as yanked your pants down with no regard for your say in the matter. He pushed his hand against your lower back, keeping your squirming minimal. His palm connected with your ass with a sharp smack, the sting immediately registering.

“This is your first real lesson. Learn and adjust your attitude, or this is going to continue happening. Am I clear?” Without pausing, he landed two more hard slaps in quick succession, each one making contact with the same spot on your left cheek. “You’re here to work and learn, not sass. Got it?”

You whimpered and squirmed, not liking the stinging sensation with every hit delivered. Slowly nodding, too embarrassed to do anything else.

He just smirked when he saw you acting all submissive and embarrassed, leaning closer, he delivered another few smacks to each cheek. “Not so mouthy now, are you? Maybe that's where you've been going wrong, you just needed someone to tell you who's in charge. Someone to put you in your place when you think you're in charge.” 

His voice was deep and firm, with a hint of mockery in it if you listened closely. With each hit made, you wince and squirm, each mocking word he said made your face turn redder, and all you could do was just take it. He was just so masculine, so naturally dominant and authoritative. You have never had anyone take charge of you like this before, mainly because that's just not how things worked back in the city. 

He rubbed his hand over your reddening skin before delivering another smack. “Oh, you like this, huh? You like how I handle you, the way I dont put up with your bullshit, bet you never had a city boy do this.” 

You did like it. Of course, you would never admit it, but the way he just manhandled you around made your heart flutter. A small part of you liked how he wasn't scared of you, how he didn't put up with your attitude, or how rough he was. Everyone usually just put up with your bratty attitude and sassy remarks, but he didn't. You liked that. 

Yeah, he knew you liked this, he could tell from the moment he met you that you liked him. The way your cheeks flushed, and you refused to make eye contact with him. He noticed the subtle way your thighs would rub together when watching him throw bales of hay. If he looked closely, he could see the way your nipples hardened underneath your little tank top when he ordered you to do something. You were such a virgin. So much sass and attitude just to cover up the fact you're an inexperienced brat. He couldn't wait to get rid of that attitude and make you completely submissive to him. 

He smacked your ass a few more times before rubbing the tender skin again and speaking to you sternly. “I know you're used to getting what you want in the city, but that's not how things work here. So you can start by apologizing.”

“Sorry..” You mumbled, it was a weak apology with no real meaning behind it. The only things you could feel was the stinging pain from your ass and the humiliation bubbling up.

Cute. He liked how your voice wavered, and a small smirk played on his lips. But that answer wasn't satisfactory, so he delivered another hard swat to your tender skin. “Try again. Apologize again, and this time, mean it.” He snarled, his voice low. 

“M’sorry!” You repeated in a much whinier tone, tears threatening to form in your eyes because he just kept going. It hurt badly, his hands were so big and rough, showing no mercy to your soft skin.  

He didn't say anything for a few moments but seemed to accept your answer, pulling you up by the back of your shirt and holding you by your waist. His grip tightened, and he abruptly jerked you forward, earning a small gasp from you, which was quickly silenced when his lips crashed against yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes squeezed together. To be honest, you weren't the best kisser. But it wasn't your fault…believe it or not, you had little to no romantic relationship experience. 

You were a shitty kisser. Clearly, no one had taught you how to kiss, and he was more than willing to fix that. He pulled away from you and gripped the back of your head, staring down at you for a moment before pulling away. "Go grab another shovel from the shed." He snapped, his voice returning to his usual cold tone. "Then get to work, you've got weeds that need clearing."

"Huh.." Was all you could get out, your head spinning and brain still a little fuzzy from everything that just happened. 

"Move it, city brat. Those weeds aint gonna clear themselves." He paused, his boots crunching over the gravel as he made his way to the door. "And fix those shorts before I have to fix 'em for you."

You couldn't get a word in before the barn door slammed shut, standing in complete silence for a few seconds before slowly tugging your shorts back up. Was he really just going to leave you here? After everything that just happened and made you work? Apparently, he was because he didn't say anything but kept walking away. 

After a few moments, you emerged from the shed, dragging a shovel behind you slowly. It was much hotter out here than it was inside the barn, and it just made you more upset and confused about this whole situation. And boy, was the pain starting to settle in. But - god, the view of Leon throwing fresh bales of hay across the field made it all worth it. The way his sleeves strained against his muscles as he threw hay like it was nothing. He briefly glanced over at you, his shirt damp with sweat, stretched across his broad shoulders. He paused for a moment to watch your less-than-graceful way of using the shovel, but said nothing and continued to throw hay bales. 

It was hot, and you'd been at it forever, so you decided to take a little break. Finding a nice shaded area underneath a tree to lounge at and play on your phone. Not that there was much to do on it since there was like no reception, but it was better than just sitting and doing nothing. It was a little uncomfortable to sit though, so you kept shifting, trying to find a position that minimized the pain you felt. 

Unfortunately, it didn't take long before he happened to notice you. And Leon Kennedy hated a quitter. 

Stomping towards you, jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed. “Up.” He said, kicking your ankle with his boot. “You think you get to relax? That lazy attitude of yours is exactly why you're here.” 

“I'm taking a break.” Is all you said, moving slightly from the kick he delivered and bringing your knees to your chest. 

Brat. He leaned down, crouching onto your level and snatching your phone from your hands. “Your break is over, up now.” 

When you felt your phone being ripped from your hands, you immediately shot up, glaring at him and standing up. He stood right up with you, tucking your phone in his back pocket and staring down at you expectantly. He was tired of your attitude, the disrespect, and sass, and was going to put an end to this. 

You pretty much did as you were told for the rest of the day. Not wanting to risk getting spanked again. There was a small hint of satisfaction watching you finally comply. He didn't say anything, but was just making sure you were following directions. You weren't that bad when you were quiet. The next few days, he would find any reason to touch you. A brush against you, a gentle hand on your shoulder, a nudge, or even a small touch to your waist. You were an attractive girl, he wouldn't deny that. You just had a terrible attitude problem. He could fix that.

One particular night, all the chores around the farm were finished, and he leisurely walked over to you. Taking a seat beside you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. “What’re you doing up so late?” 

When you felt his warm arm wrapped around you, you leaned into him. Sighing softly and looking up at the sun beginning to set. “Watching the sun..” You mumbled, looking up at him. He was being uncharacteristically…nice? Usually, he would just push you away or demand you to do more work, but it was kind of nice. Cuddling with him, being wrapped up in his strong, warm arms. 

“You did a lot better today.” He said quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Still got a mouth on you though.”

“Everyone has a mouth.” You responded in a slightly cheeky tone, tilting your head up to take a few glances at him. 

He whipped his head down at you, raising an eyebrow at your sassy tone. A scoff escaped his lips as he leaned slightly closer to you. “That's exactly the attitude I'm talking about, you can't go ten minutes without acting up, can you?”

“I'm not acting up, I'm just sitting here.” You said in a huff, though you weren't actually annoyed at him.

“Yeah sure, just sitting there with that attitude of yours.” He muttered, rolling his eyes and staring at you. “Let me tell you something, attitude gets you in trouble. You'd better keep that smart tongue to yourself if you know what's good for you. Got it?” 

“Yeah, whatever..” You mumbled that last part, hoping he wouldn't hear it. Of course, he did, though, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you against him. 

“What did I just say?” He said, his voice low and sharp, his eyes locking on yours. He pulled you up to your feet, then pulled you into him again. He was tired of your bratty attitude. “I don't like that tone.” 

There was nothing you could do to stop him from manhandling you to your feet, but feeling his warm, muscular chest against your back was a nice feeling. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop you from stomping your foot on his, which you immediately regretted when you felt him tighten his grip and heard his grunt in pain. 

“So you wanna play like that, huh? Alright, I can get rough, too.” He basically growled in your ear, dragging you to the barn with no regard for your protests or half-hearted apologies. It didn't even hurt that bad, but it all came down to the principle of things; he didn't want you thinking it was okay to just stomp on or hit people whenever you didn't get your way. When he finally got to the barn, he wasted no time shoving you against the wall and pinning your arms to your chest with one hand. 

All you could feel was his hand roaming your body, his heavy breathing as he squeezed your wrists together. “We're gonna put an end to that little attitude right now.” He muttered, his free hand groping your breast through your shirt. Pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper. 

“Stop it..” You muttered weakly, but you didn't actually want him to stop. The way he was touching you and looking at you just made the heat inside of you grow. It was turning you on, big time. 

His lips just curled into a slow, sensual smile, nuzzling his face against her neck and pressing light kisses to her skin as his hand continued to move down her body. “Stop? Stop what, this?” He asked, a sarcastic tone creeping up in his voice. Pulling away briefly just to slowly undo his belt, taking the leather and wrapping it around your wrists. He grabbed your bound wrists and hooked them to a saddle mount that was above your head. 

Now that your arms were successfully restrained, he placed more open-mouth kisses on your neck. He held your waist in one hand, the other was slowly sliding down your shorts. Not bothering to take them off all the way, he yanked your shorts down to your ankles. Took a moment to admire the view of your soaked through panties and your embarrassed like state before tugging your panties down too. 

He ran his finger through your folds and chuckled. “All this for me?” He asked lowly, bringing his finger up to rub your clit in small soft circles. 

You let out a small whimper and a tiny little moan when he started rubbing you, shifting in place, and closing your eyes because it felt so good, but it was so embarrassing. You were so caught up in your feelings about this, you hadn't even realized he had sunk to his knees until you felt his tongue against your thighs.

He held your waist, tilting his head up and pushing his tongue against your folds. He suddenly moved his tongue up to your clit and flicked it, moving his tounge back and forth. This caused a very loud, very unexpected moan to rip through your body. Arching your back up and tugging on your arms, desperately trying to free them, but it was no use. He smirked against you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucked hard, moving one hand to your thigh and gripping it tightly. 

Your body jerked forward when he started sucking, letting out a few high pitched whines and moans. It was honestly a little embarrassing how close you already were, opening your eyes slightly to see his blonde hair, which you wished you could grab. Continuing to pant and shift your hips against his face, you started to moan about how close you were, which was a mistake. 

As soon as he heard you were going to cum, he pulled away. Looking up at your confused and frustrated expression, and stood back up. “You didn't really think you were going to get what you wanted after the way you've been acting, did you?” He asked mockingly and actually started to laugh at you.

You fell back against the wall, your face burning red in a mix of how humiliating this is and how good it felt. “Please..” You mumbled, looking up at him with a pleadeful expression hoping he would take pity on you and just let you cum. But this was just the beginning. 

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he brought you to the edge, then just stopped. But you were defiently feeling sorry now, feeling his fingers play with your sensitive clit just made you moan louder, you felt so weak, and it didnt help he was mocking you the whole time. 

“You're so sensitive, do you get like this for all the city boys back home?” 

“You wont cum till I say so, and right now your not even close.”

“You're not used to not getting what you want, are you? Well, that's too bad.” 

Your mind was all foggy, and your whole body felt hot and tingly. You were so close again, but you knew what was going to happen, so it was hard to stay hopeful. “I'm not begging.” You managed to speak between whimpers and choked out moans. But you had standards, even though he had reduced you to a whiny mess, you refused to beg. 

“Oh, you will.” He retorted, pressing his thumb harder against your clit and moving it in faster tight circles. His touch became more direct, his finger moving more intensely. He was trying to break you. His smile only widened at the sound of your moans, making him even more determined. He was starting to put the puzzle pieces together, though, the way you were acting and responding to him. 

“Are you a virgin?”

When you heard him ask that, you froze. Yeah, you were, but how did he know? Naturally, you didn't say anything, but squeezed your thighs together because you were close. A small part of you was hoping he couldn't tell, and maybe you could sneak an orgasm past him. But all your hope was crushed when you felt his fingers leave you again. Stomping your foot on the floor, you let out a frustrated groan and slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. Damn did he look hot right now. You really didn't want to beg him…but what other choice did you have? 

So you let out the smallest, “Please..” and you should have known that would never be acceptable because he delivered a sharp smack to your ass drawing a whimper from your lips. You weren't entirely sure how to react; no one's ever done this to you before. No one cared to correct your behaviour or teach you manners, so this was all new. 

“Please, Leon.” You continued to mumble, your legs trembling slightly and your arms starting to ache from being held above your head for so long. It was your fault, though; you could have ended this a long time ago if you would just swallow your pride and beg. It was harder than it sounded.  

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him, his tone demanding and harsh as he asked. “Please, what?’ 

“You know what!” You exclaimed, squirming again and only being able to look at him for a few seconds before having to look away. 

He chuckled at your whine, his grip firm and inescapable. “Oh, I know what. But I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg. You’re not getting anything unless you beg for it.”  

His hand moved between your thighs again and began stroking you softly, teasingly. “Come on, baby. Just say the words. You’ll feel much better after.”

You let out another whine when he started to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves again. Arching your back up from the wall for the millionth time, determined to get what you want this time. “I wanna..just…”

He chuckled at the sound of your struggling little gasps, the way you squirmed against him. “You want what?” he teased. “Use your words, honey.”

“Wanna cum.” You finally admitted, your voice was low and quiet because you didn’t want to be admitting this. But there was no other way, he wasn’t going to give in to puppy dog eyes or pouty lips. 

He let out a low, gruff noise at your admission, giving your clit a pinch. “There it is,” he murmured, his tone rougher, more dangerous. “You’re a good girl when you do what you’re told.”  

He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “And now you’re going to say it again, and keep saying it until I’m satisfied.”

“What!?” You exclaimed, yelping at the sudden pinch, unable to tell if it felt good or not. “But that’s not fair, you didn’t-“ You tried to say, but cut yourself off with a small moan.

“Fairs got nothing to do with it, you asked for this. You asked to be punished.” His finger moved a little faster, then pulled away again. Causing you to let out another frustrated groan and squirm helplessly. Leaving you unsatisfied and wanting. You started to rub your thighs a little, since you couldn't use your hands. 

“Ah ah.” He warned, grabbing your thighs and ripping them apart. “Stop that.” He brought his fingers back down and started to rub at your poor clit again. He was driving you insane. 

Swallowing your pride, you closed your eyes as another small cry of pleasure left your lips. “Please! Please just let me cum!” You finally cried, beyond frustrated and humiliated at this point, but you couldn't take being denied anymore. 

He let out a deep, satisfied groan when you spoke and started to move his fingers faster. “There you go, that's what I want to hear, good girl.”

“Please please please please…” You continued to mumble under your breath, feeling the tension in your body, and you knew you were close. You just didn't want him to stop again. Arching your back off the wall, not even caring about your ego anymore, and letting out a few small, whiny moans. 

He could practically see all the signs of your impending orgasm. Flushed cheeks, your little breathy pants, small moans, and he wanted to hold you there for a moment. “You're so close, keep going.”

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, a wave of relief and pleasure washed over your body at once, and you could feel all the tension leave your body. Letting out small whimpers as your thighs trembled. He kept rubbing you through your orgasm, and he didn’t plan on stopping at one. 

Your breath was coming out in short gasps, watching him lick his fingers clean you expected him to free you. He didn't; instead, he moved his head back between your thighs and started to lap at your folds. Not giving you a scond to recover as his tongue moved across your overstimulated pussy, cleaning up all your cum.

Your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open in pleasure. You were so sensitive, and he was still going! But you didn't have much energy left to beg him to stop, so all you could do was lean against the wall for support as your legs trembled. 

He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around your clit again and started to gently suck while his tongue flicked back and forth. Moving his ring and index finger down and pushing them inside your cunt. This drew a mewl from your lips and left you to rock your hips against his face. 

“Leon…” You spoke, voice weak as another few moans left your lips. 

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you as he briefly pulled away to talk. “I'm not done with you yet, not even close. Your going to cum for me again, over and over until your whole body is shaking. And then,” He spoke, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle. “You're gonna beg me to stop, I'm gonna break you, doll.” 

Fuck he did break you. By the time he was done you were in tears, you couldnt even count the number of times he forced your body to cum, pushing you to your limits until you literally could not take anymore. You don't really remember much of what happened after that, just remember waking up inside. Opening your eyes slowly, you turned your head to the side and saw a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. 

Oh, he must have carried you inside. You must have passed out then, you couldn't help but cringe and die a little inside when you remembered everything that just happened. Well, you certainly wouldn't be giving him anymore attitude, that's for sure. But for now, you were just enjoying the calm, cuddled up in his arms. Maybe farm life wasn't so bad after all. 

(SO SORRY FOR THR ABRUPT ENDIND BUT I DIDNT REALLY KNOW HOW TO END IT. I’ve also been debating making a part two where they actually like do it but idk guys is that to much. 😭)

[n1ght0f-nyx]

hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write a Phantom of the Opera request centering around reader’s appreciation for Erik’s hands. I mean… he is a musician and can play pretty much any instrument. Not to mention, he can be so delicate in the way he touches reader while also having strangled men (which reader isnt crazy about but… one step at a time…)

How would he react to them showing him such appreciation? And would it lead to anything more…? if you do decide to do nsfw… how would he feel about reader asking him to (lightly) choke them?

feel free to make this sfw or nsfw as you're comfortable with!

Where Trust Lies

i didnt make it nsfw but it is still suggestive!! erik destler x gn reader warnings/ tags- light choking, not nswf, gn reader, i demand requests!!! word count- 1649 words

Erik’s hands were the first part of him you truly knew.

The gentle curve of his long fingers on the keys of his organ, the quiet strength they showed as he adjusted his scores, the rhythmic flex of his knuckles when frustration gnawed at him—all of it fascinated you. His hands were, in many ways, the truest representation of him: deft, expressive, and disciplined, yet trembling with the undercurrent of a deeper, more turbulent self.

You often found yourself watching them from across the dim room as Erik lost himself in music. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, you let your admiration slip through the walls you carefully built to keep your thoughts concealed from his sharp, all-seeing eyes.

The candlelight barely reached where you sat on the edge of the divan, but it illuminated Erik clearly at his organ. His hands, ever graceful, moved like water over the keys, coaxing out a melody that was equal parts melancholy and tender. You didn’t know the piece, but you felt it—the notes wrapped around you, luring you into his world.

Your gaze lingered on the pale stretch of his fingers. They danced with precision, pressing and lifting as though the keys were extensions of himself. You’d often admired his hands in silence, but tonight, the sight pulled at something deeper within you. Those hands had given life to the beauty in the room: the music, the carefully inked compositions scattered on his desk, the delicate carvings on the furniture he’d restored.

They were hands of creation. Hands that bore the evidence of their toil, calloused but precise, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel them against your own skin.

You barely realized you were staring until Erik stilled. The final chord hung in the air before vanishing into the heavy quiet of the underground lair. Slowly, he turned toward you, his movements deliberate, and you realized with a flash of embarrassment that he’d caught you watching.

His dark eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding them. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low and clipped. “Are you displeased with the music?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. The music is beautiful, Erik.”

He tilted his head, his disfigured lips pressing into a thin line. “Then why do you look at me as though you pity me?”

Your breath caught. “I don’t pity you,” you said softly, leaning forward. “I was admiring your hands.”

For a moment, Erik froze. His eyes flicked to his own hands as though seeing them for the first time. He flexed his fingers once, and a soft scoff escaped his throat. “My hands,” he repeated, almost mockingly. “They are as grotesque as the rest of me. What is there to admire?”

You moved before you could think better of it, slipping off the divan to kneel before him. His sharp intake of breath made you pause, but you pressed forward, gently lifting one of his hands between yours. “They’re not grotesque,” you murmured, running your fingertips over the calloused pads of his fingers. “They’re beautiful.”

Erik’s breath hitched, and you glanced up to see him staring at you, his face unreadable. You pressed on, letting your thumb brush over his knuckles. “Your hands create so much, Erik. Music that moves people, pieces that live beyond this place. Even this lair—it’s you. Everything you’ve built is because of these hands.”

His fingers twitched under your touch, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away. But he didn’t. Instead, he watched you, something like vulnerability flickering in his gaze.

“You… you think so highly of them?” he whispered, as though the words were foreign to him.

“I do,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ve always thought so. I’ve just never told you.”

He swallowed hard, his free hand gripping the edge of the organ bench. His breathing grew uneven, and you realized how much weight your words carried. Erik, who was so accustomed to rejection and fear, was staring at you as though you’d spoken something sacred.

Carefully, you placed his hand against your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment. His touch was hesitant, but warm, his thumb brushing your skin in the lightest of caresses.

“Why?” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Why would you say this?”

You opened your eyes, meeting his. “Because it’s true. And because I want you to know how much I see in you.”

Something inside him seemed to shatter at that. His hand cupped your cheek more firmly, and before you knew it, he was pulling you closer, his other hand lifting to cradle the back of your neck.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice trembling. “To speak of beauty in something I’ve always loathed… You undo me.”

You barely managed to reply before he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips, his hands anchoring you to him as though you might vanish. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Erik’s forehead rested against yours, his breath shallow and uneven. His hands trembled slightly where they held you, one against your cheek and the other cradling the nape of your neck. His eyes searched yours, filled with an unspoken question, as if he were waiting for you to push him away.

But you didn’t. Instead, you reached up to trace the back of his hand, marveling at the strength beneath his pale skin. “Erik,” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness.

“Yes?” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, his thumb brushing your jaw in an almost reverent motion.

“I want you to choke me.”

The words hung between you, heavy and electric. Erik froze, his breath catching as if you had struck him. His hand stilled against your neck, the tension in his fingers palpable.

“What… did you say?” His voice was low, laced with disbelief and something darker—a flicker of curiosity.

You shifted closer, your hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart beneath your palms. “I want you to choke me,” you repeated, softer but no less certain. “I trust you, Erik. Completely. I want to feel your strength—your control. I’m not afraid of you.”

Erik’s expression twisted, his lips parting as though to protest, but no words came. Instead, he stared at you, his brows furrowed, his hands twitching as though he were waging a silent war with himself.

“You… you don’t understand what you’re asking,” he finally said, his voice strained. “I could hurt you. I’ve spent my life as a monster, wielding my hands for harm, not… not this.”

“You’re not a monster,” you said firmly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “And I trust you not to hurt me. I’m asking because I want this—not because I see you as dangerous, but because I see you as powerful.”

His breathing grew heavier, and he closed his eyes, his grip on your neck tightening just enough for you to feel the weight of his hand. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with something raw and unguarded. “If I do this,” he said slowly, his voice shaking, “you must promise to tell me if it’s too much. I cannot bear to harm you.”

“I promise,” you said, your voice steady.

Erik let out a shuddering breath, and his fingers flexed against your skin. Slowly, he brought his other hand up to join the first, his long fingers curling gently around your throat. The pressure was light at first, almost hesitant, as though he feared breaking you.

“Like this?” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.

You nodded, your breath hitching at the sensation. “A little more,” you whispered.

His fingers tightened incrementally, and you felt the strength in his hands, the undeniable control he held over you. The sensation was intoxicating, not because it left you breathless but because it was Erik—vulnerable, conflicted, and utterly present with you in this moment.

“You’re trembling,” you said softly, your hands moving to rest over his.

“I—” He cut himself off, his voice breaking. “I’m terrified. I don’t understand how you could want this from me.”

“Because I trust you,” you said again, your voice steady despite the weight of his hands. “Because I want you to see that you don’t have to hold yourself back with me.”

Something inside him snapped then, a low growl escaping his lips as his grip tightened just enough to make your pulse quicken. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your cheek.

“You undo me,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours—fierce, desperate, and unyielding. His hands remained steady on your throat, a perfect balance of control and care, grounding you in his presence. The kiss deepened, his body pressing against yours as though he couldn’t bear to leave any space between you.

When he finally pulled back, his chest heaved, his hands slipping from your throat to cradle your face. His eyes were wild, dark with desire and something deeper—a fragile kind of devotion.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You shook your head, your lips curling into a soft smile. “No, Erik. You were perfect.”

He let out a shaky breath, his forehead falling against yours once more. “You are either the most reckless creature I’ve ever met,” he murmured, “or the only one who’s ever truly understood me.”

“Maybe I’m both,” you said, your voice light but full of affection.

Erik let out a soft, breathless laugh—rare and beautiful, like the man himself. And as his hands slid back to rest lightly on your shoulders, you knew that this moment, fragile and fierce, was just the beginning of something neither of you could put into words.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Okay but think about this? being Halsins little plaything while in the grove

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ Pᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ໒꒱˚｡⋆

⊹₊⟡⋆ Content: NSWF - Creampie - Large Cock Stretching You - Thick Meaty Fingers Stretching Your Ass - Tip Of His Cock Kissing Your Cervix - Belly Bulge

⊹₊⟡⋆ Notes: Eeeee ♡ ♡ ♡!!!! Yes!!! Being Halsin’s perfect little plaything would be so delicious. That man is packing quite the meat in his pants so you’d be filled so nicely, but your poor insides would be so bruised. Let’s be honest, you’d also never grow accustomed to how thick he is.

You mindlessly writhe against Halsin, you felt so full, so bloated from the copious amounts of cum he’s dumped inside you- so split open on his cock.

The cutest strangled mewls leave your kiss bitten swollen lips as large calloused fingers press hard circles onto that perky bundle of nerves- rubbing you to completion, you sob at the intensity- “H-Halsin~! S’too deep!!! Feels li-ke haa~!!” Your cunt tightens- pulsating around him as you squirt- a gush of fluids leave you, and he only pushes deeper, grinding into that sensitive cervix of your, “Ahh~♡ m’massaging mah w-womb~ ♡ s’with your co-cock~~”

The arch Druid pulls back just to snap forward- the force of the thrust makes your entire body lurch forward, your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled up- a loud and needy squeal leaving you. Halsin chuckles as he repeats the action, watching as your breast and tongue bounce and sway with the violent movements, Look at you, my heart. Giving in to the pleasures nature has to offer.” A hand reaches toward your puckered ass- a finger prodding it teasingly, before he slides a digit in- and you wail at the sensation.

Another digit, stretching your tight ring, you feel your eyes begin to water as you babble incoherently, “nyoooo~!!! S’too meaty!!! Your fingers!! W-won't fi- fit, won't fit!! M-my body's gonna- gonna b-bre-breeak! ♡! M-my ass is goin’a s-plit ~! ♡ Aha~! ♡!!!”

Halsin hushes you softly, a tenderness in his voice as he speaks, though he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, his two thick digits moving in a scissoring motion to loosen up that tight ass of yours- and it feels like he's about to rip you apart, “You've been well for me. Making a beautiful mess, coating my body with your nectar.”

You were so perfect, perfect for him. Your body left like the perfect vice, so tight, so warm. Halsin groans at the lewd squelching noises- your pussy sucking him in, your blown out eyes, the cute little sounds you make as he stretches both your holes…

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you were crying out- begging for him to stop, yet still you ground back into his cock and fingers, desperately seeking out that release. That animalistic need, the feral hunger, it was driving him to the brink of madness, and just as his body started to glow- just before he could wild shape-

With a final thrust he pulls you into a passionate, burning kiss that pushes you both to the brink. Your mind goes blank, your eyes crossed as you see stars, and the heat- that heat, the one that's been simmering, that's been boiling all this time… It finally explodes. And a torrent of cum floods you, fills you to the brim, and you can do nothing but hold onto him, your legs weakly wrapping around him- pushing his fingers deeper into your ass as you feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

The Druids hot seed creates a thick creamy circle around his cock, oozing out and splattering on the earth below. Coating his hand that’s still working you- still moving in and out of that tight ring…

In one fluid motion, and a pop as he removes his fingers, Halsin pulled out of that snug embrace of your dripping cunt, like a bear waking from a long winter's slumber, and rolled to his back. His large hands gripped your hips, dragging you along with him, and leaving your lower body sprawled over his, legs splayed to each side of his hairy thighs.

He strokes your back, the pads of his fingers brushing your sweaty skin, his touch feather light and soothing. You can only manage a soft hum in response, feeling the exhaustion creeping up…

You were so perfect for him. The perfect sleeve, the perfect hole for release. And as his seed slowly leaks out of you, Halsin smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[candiyaa]

𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔…

I JUST CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU...(even if I try to.)

Pairing : Kokushibo x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING ❃ : Intimacy ; explicit words ; overall cuteness ; NSWF

Kokushibo was the best companion you could ever wish for, under his stoic mask and cold personality, indoors, he was the most loving person you had ever seen. You had the chance to witness things that none of the other fellow moons and Muzan even got to catch a glimpse of. Yet something was amiss.... the way he looks at you , the way his six spider-like eyes gently fall upon you at the slightest movements of yours. The way he held you like you were pure crystal, as if, if held too tight you could crumble under his palms. He had this way of making your heart beat. With him, life felt easy, secure, calm if not magical. His kisses like petals, his touch so tender yet firm and needy, that's all you could ever dream of and oh gosh his smile...but so then..why did he seem so against intimacy ? Or at least that's what you thought. You both had been seeing each other for quite the years already, so why is he so...reluctant abt it ? Perhaps unsure would be the word. He never said it out loud, but it showed subtly : whenever a body part of yours showed he'd be the first to notice ,no matter how small and cover it at the speed of light. He would always redirect conversations whenever the topic hints to explicit matters, he would deny you showering together repeating that you need your privacy and he shall give it to you, always finding excuses over excuses, but at what cost ? All you wanted was to pass the gap, to be closer both emotionally and physically to your forever lover. You wanted to feel that love , feel him pour his love in the closest way two persons could ever be, you wanted to hear him say sweet nothings as you two were beautifuly intertwined in each other presence and love. You wanted to touch , to feel , to try...You never straight out asked him for intimacy, perhaps you were unsure too, abt his reaction or thoughts about it , perhaps scared that all the love will go away. Does he find it gross ? Perhaps demons don't engage in those activities ? Yet silly of you to never have tried to ask, not even once...until today :

It was a calm afternoon, both of you were in your quarters inside the Infinite Castle, though your chambers were quite isolated from the rest of the apartments : a secluded place of serenity and away from the cruel demon world that lurked in the shadows. Being human , Kokushibo protects you with every fiber of his being , meaning he doesn't want you to be any close to demon activities. But there you were , sharing the same bed, Kokushibo was reading next to you, his six ethereal eyes seeming to dance across the pages of whatever ancient book he was reading. You looked up at him, your mind still spiraling about his constant "denial" of intimacy. As your eyes locked. You didn't have to say anything, he knew, he knows, he sees it in your eyes, something is wrong. His eyes always did that thing, slowly squinting at you as if silently saying "What's wrong ?", yet it was also his way of simply studying you, you were used to it by now.

"I'm okay..just thinking" , you replied, knowing no matter how many words came out of your mouth, he always sees right through you.

"No. You're clearly not, you seem uneasy. What is it you're thinking about ?" , he says, as his eyes peer into yours now. He scooted almost imperceptibly closer to you, his attention now solely on you.

Yet you remained silent. You were scared, unsure, overthinking, what if he never sees you the same way after asking what has been bothering you ? Seeing your panic, he didn't hesitate and immediately, gently placed you on his lap, holding you securely in his arms, gently rearranging himself for your comfort. He was gently patting your back, his eyes never leaving your face, your eyes to be more precised, eyes are the portal to the soul : this way he could know what were you truly thinking of and read through you. He started gently combing your hair, never once breaking eye contact still. A gentle kiss to your temple and here you were giving yourself out , the intensity of your emotions just made you blurt it out, no filter, no sugarcoating :

" W..WHY DON'T YOU WANT INTIMACY WITH ME HUH!!! Am I not desirable enough ? Do I..do I not please you enough ? Why..then why you-" No, he didn't cut you off, you cut yourself off, seeing his reaction. His hand gently caressing you back had already stopped moving long ago, his eyes were widened, his body stiff, his face like a deer caught in deer lights. A small tint of blush peppering his cheeks yet it disappeared the moment you spotted it. The scene was quite humoristic and you would probably be laughing your ass off if the situation wasn't that serious at the moment lol.

"Y..You want intimacy from me..?" , he was shocked by himself, shocked by this revelation and did he just..stutter ? His heart did like a whole 360, if it wasn't for his image he wouldn't be fighting against his own body trying not to blush. He tried to process your words, but there he was just looking at you with widened eyes, oh dear how can a man be this clueless , were the hints not hinting enough ?

All you could do was shyly nod, you couldn't bring yourself to say another word. He was baffled, as if he had just heard the date of the end of the world. This state of shock lasted so long it felt like forever.

"I...w..why ?" he said while looking away, his eyes shyly darting to the side. Was the man in front of you really the Supreme Moon ? His shy side was more than endearing , you didn't see it often, but whenever it did happen it was the cutest thing ever.

"What do you mean..why ? I don't know why..I just..that's how it is okay ? Is it not what couples do ? Is it not another way to show..our love...?" That line hit him like a truck, of course it was, and he knew it. In fact he had always been wanting it, no craving it even. Showering you with his love, being as close as possible, feel your skin close to his, he wanted it all, so why..?

"I..do too. Very much at that.." , he stopped himself, realizing how needy his words sounded. He quickly looked back in your eyes before shyly looking away again as if intimidate by your gaze now, or perhaps embarrassed by his own whole new love struck behavior. He sighed, resigned to be honest, eyes locked back on yours with a newfound determination in them :

""I love you, adore you even..I don't have the words to describe what I feel for you, it goes beyond words. he gently put his hands on your hips, stabilizing you and him, grounding himself in. You're more than desirable, more than beautiful. I apologize for my foolishness, for being scared, for not knowing how to communicate how much I wanted that..closeness..too. The truth is... I'm afraid, afraid of hurting you, not doing it right... not loving you right. Afraid of not being enough to please you. I am demon yet... I just can't stop loving you, and the last thing I desire is for that love of mine to overwhelm you. So only if..only if it's not too late, may I..""

Your breath hitched, how cruel of him to not let you process his words first, how cruel of him to have that angel carved-like face, these earnest eyes that felt like the moon itself looking at you... no he didn't let you process it all, not before he finally asked :

"May I..make love to you, tonight ? Will you let me ? Will you let me love you properly ?" , his heart was beating so fast, his body stiff as if bracing himself for the most outrageous denial or any sign of repulse from you.

"You may..."

He gently lowered you down on the bed, both of your hearts beating uncontrollably, both unsure, yet both deeply in love with each other.

He climbed on top of you, careful not to crush you, but close enough your lips were centimeters away from each other. One kiss. Two kisses. A third one and here you were, your legs already curling around his sides which made his hips stutter for a moment as he just started almost imperceptibly grinding against you, slowly, gently but most of all with love. He poured all his love into those kisses, between each, there you were smiling to each other. Sometimes nervous laughs would slip in before making out again, it wasn't rough nor brutal, it was gentle, tentative and sensual.

The night had fallen already, the moon casting its glow through the window as if winking at this beautiful union. Candles were lighted, the atmosphere - romantic , the clothes - off already. It was the first time seeing each other bodies bare and your heart stuttered and his too. Your touches were tentative at first, muscles twitching at every touch, gentle caresses to ease both your hearts. He was really careful and attune to every of your facial expressions , at the smallest twitch of eyebrow he would stop all movements, silently ask for permission over and over again to make sure you were comfortable and enjoying it as much as he was.

"Beautiful...you're simply beautiful" he said in awe, his eyes seeming hypnotized by the sight before him. He was gentle with his caresses gently kissing your lips, your cheeks, your neck all while gently rubbing against you, careful not to go too fast too soon. He would gently caress your body at every shiver of yours, reassuring you that no matter how far you've gone, you can stop it all at any moment.

Then with a last gentle loving kiss, he discovered your world, careful not to shatter it. You gasped. He gasped. Both of you paused. Tears rolled down, but not from pain, but from joy , from reunion. The slight discomfort was there yes, but the love overpowered it all. You two looked like a silly mess, crying at how pure and loving it felt, you exchanged kisses, pressed against each other. He whispered sweet nothings to you, his voice barely audible from that overwhelming yet beautiful love he felt for you at this moment. He held you securely in his arms and just when you gave him the green light , there he was gently thrusting into you , each thrusts with a bit more love every time. His sounds , your sounds , his love , your love , his body , yours...all of it were intertwined in that very moment and neither of you wished for it to stop.

"I can't get enough of you...I..I just can't stop loving you.."

The night is gonna be very long 👀...

Doma , that snitching b*tch , hum hm..well.. tattler that he is , told Muzan after overhearing by mistake the moans sounds that came out of that indeed secluded space of the Castle.. However, he's the one that got scolded and punished by Muzan for, I quote :

"So you come here in my sacred office , pestering me with foolish and unimportant matters ? Is that right ? "

-Muzan

⋆˚✿˖° Heyy there wow like just wow I didn't even know I was capable of writing things like that 😭😭 I did say in a previous post that I wouldn't do nswf yet I wanted to give it a try for you guys so I hope you guys liked it !! I tried to keep it as subtle as I could and not really get into deep details but I hope it was pleasant to read still ! And pleaseee I loveee y'all comments so don't be scared to comment your thoughts on it !! Also I'll say it again , not as an excuse ,but as for you guys to go easy on me lol english is not my first language so there might quite the mistakes in my posts and my way of phrasing things may be wrong too and I'm really REALLY sorry I try my best to correct them ! xoxo ⋆˚✿˖°

[ellastone-olsen]

Plush-Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: GP!Natasha Romanoff × f!reader

Summary:After a long, difficult mission, Natasha come back home. It's been the most exhausting week of her life and you, as her sweet loving girlfriend, decide to take care of her.

Warnings: NSWF, bottom!Nat, top!reader, dry humping, blowjob, breeding, dirty talk, praise, aftercare, little fluff and hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.6k

AN: I remembered my love for Natasha and especially for the bottom Natasha, I promise someday I will write a fic without smut

In the silence of the spacious apartment, the front door slammed. Something seemed to fall on the floor, then there was the sound of running water in the bathroom. You became wary and got out of bed, putting the book on the nightstand. The door was only closed and you quietly looked through the crack where the light was coming from to understand who had just climbed into your and Natasha’s apartment.

A shock of red hair flashed and you relaxed. Natasha got back, but... something was wrong. You knocked and quietly entered; the woman was sitting with her back to you in the bath, her arms wrapped around her knees. "Babe? Hi, I missed you so much, did something happen?...” You fell silent when you got a better look at her back. All covered in bruises and scratches. Natasha turned her head and smiled at you over her shoulder, it seems her face suffered no less. "Hi дорогая (sweetheart)" She said quietly, “I brought you a small gift, it’s in a bag in the hallway..”

You cut her off and walked over to take her face in your hands. She was covered in dirt, her lip was clearly broken. Natasha looked like a beaten kitten. “Oh my god baby what happened to you?” Fear settled in your eyes and she turned her head to rub her cheek against your palm and then kiss it. "It's been a terrible week." She wheezed. “I just want to take a bath and go to bed please.”

You nodded and rubbed the pad of your thumb over her slightly sore cheekbone. “Should I help you?” She shook her head in protest and directed the shower stream onto her sore back. "Okay, then I'll wait for you in the room." You walked out and closed the door behind you.

After 20 minutes, the sound of the water stopped and Natasha came out with only a towel on her hips. Her chest didn't look as bruised as her back, but there were still yellow bruises on her abs. She sighed and found clean house clothes in the closet. “Wait, I’ll treat your back, don’t get fully dressed.” The woman pulled on loose sweatpants and sat on the edge of the bed. You took out the first aid kit and moistened a piece of cotton wool with an antibacterial agent, barely touching it, wiping her wounds.

“Everything didn’t go according to plan. I should have already left there, but I was delayed and I got the worst of it because I was protecting the weight.” You listened to her without stopping your work. “Damn, it hurts.” “Shhhh I know my love, I know.” You applied healing ointment. When you finished, your hands rested on her shoulders, gently kneading her tired muscles. "I'm so happy you're with me again." A small moan escaped Natasha’s lips in response to your actions. The hands moved to her neck and then dropped back down. “You did great, let me take care of you.” You bit your earlobe and your hands slid to the redhead's breasts. Natasha’s breathing quickened as you played with her nipples and squeezed her soft breasts.

“Oh damn Y/N.” The woman's hips jumped up and you noticed the bulge forming in her pants. You grinned and turned her head towards you for a soft kiss, but almost immediately Natasha's tongue begged for permission to enter your mouth. "No no, I'm in charge here today." You said as you pulled away and grabbed her rock hard cock with your hand through the fabric her house pants. She sighed noisily, the woman's head leaned back on your shoulder while you stroked her length, watching as a small wet spot appeared on her pants. Your lips touched her neck, your teeth biting the sensitive skin. Whining began to come from Natasha. "What do you want baby?" Your hands were stroked wherever they could reach. “You..” The redhead’s thoughts were confused. "More concrete." You said sternly and squeezed her balls. It was so good, so good the redhead thought that she would cum just from this. "Fuck...Y/N please. I need your mouth, your hands, your pussy on my cock."

You moved to the floor between her legs and slowly pulled the gray sweatpants down her legs. Her throbbing cock jumped out and hit Natasha's stomach. The tip was leaking pre-cum and looked red and sensitive. She could hide it, but when you took the initiative into your own hands, it turned her on more than being on top, she went crazy when such a cute little thing like you did whatever you wanted with her.

You collected her pre-cum starting to stroke Natasha's length, obscene squelching sounds filling the room. She began to push into your hand, but you held her back, prohibiting any action on her part. "I told you. I'm in charge." With that, you wrapped your lips around her tip and took every inch of her cock into your mouth until your nose touched the woman's stomach. The redhead's head fell back from this sight, her hands clutching the sheets so as not to start fucking your mouth. "Fuck oh god baby." You continued to suck, looking into the green eyes from above, one of your hands fell between your legs, starting to rub your swollen clit through the fabric of underwear. Not only Natasha enjoyed this, you liked sucking her dick even more than fucking her. You realized how sensitive you both were now and before at least one of you came, you stopped and stood up.

"Lie on your back." You commanded and the redhead climbed to the head of your shared plush bed, taking the desired position. The woman watched as you took off your panties, but left your light housedress on and took out the lube from the cabinet nearby bed. Cold thick liquid dripped onto her length and she twitched, you quickly warmed and rubbed it, and then pressed your soaked folds against her length to slide and rub. "Please baby. I can't take it anymore." She felt that she would cum at any moment. With every movement, your clit hit her red tip, making you even wetter. Your nails dripped into her shoulders as you processed what she said. Your hips began to move faster. “That’s it Natty don’t hold back, cum for me.” Her hands flew up to your hips, helping you move against her. Her hips still began to jerk involuntarily and within seconds ropes of her cum fell onto her flat stomach. "Fuck Y/N oh god." You were still grinding her cock prolonging her orgasm, your hand reached out and the tip of your finger gathered her release. You put it in your mouth, tasting it as if Natasha was the most expensive dish in the world. The redhead's eyes darkened at this sight and her dick twitched, she so needed to be inside you.

"Mmmm I didn't even have to try to make you cum. And you're still so hard." You leaned down and press your lips onto her, licking the stinging wound. “Do you want another round Natty? Although your dick speaks for you..” You stood up to finally line up the tip with swollen folds, rubbing your clit with it a little.

In one motion, you sank down Natasha’s cock, taking the entire length at once. The feeling of your warm wet walls around her made her ready to explode instantly, she was still so sensitive. Your hands grabbed hers and pinned they to the bed as you began to ride her quickly. "Oh yeah Fuck baby I love your big fat cock so much." Your thighs slapped against her, wetness flowing between your bodies. Her tip hit the sensitive spot inside you every time. "Do you want to cum in me Natty? Fill me up to the brim. I'm going to love it so much." The redhead nodded quickly and buried her face in the pillows, you grabbed her and turned her back. "Look at me when I fuck you." From the fast pace and your rude words, Natasha’s orgasm was approaching at breakneck speed. One of her hands moved away from your grip and her thumb rested on your swollen clit. "Oh fuck fuck cum with me baby. Come on, can you do it for me Natty?"

She did it, how could Natasha upset you? The feeling of her cum inside you made you see stars and your pussy milked her cock dry. Your legs shook and you fell into Natasha's arms, her hands rubbing circles on your back as she fucked you through your orgasm.

You lay together in this position for a few more minutes, after which you slowly got off Natasha and her cum immediately flowed out of you, dripping onto her stomach. The redhead reached over to the bedside table and grabbed wet wipes to clean herself and you. "Thanks babe." You kissed her gratefully and lay down next to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

You both closed your eyes and began to fall asleep when Natasha suddenly jumped up and walked towards the corridor. "I forgot about my gift." Her voice came muffled. She walked back into room holding something behind her back. You sat up, taking an upright position. "What do you have there?" Natasha pulled out her gift from behind her back and you laughed. "Plush seal? Oh my God, he has such a funny face." The redhead frowned. "What don't you like?" "Oh I really like it, give it here." You lay down again hugging a new toy. “Are you going to sleep with it now and not with me?” The woman feigned offense and lay down with her back to you.

[lovemomhatepolice]

as a boyfriend - rafe cameron

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: established relationship, mention of sex, slightly suggestive, English is my second language!

summary: how is he acting as your boyfriend?

more content: rafe cameron masterlist, obx masterlist, drew starkey masterlist

boyfriend!rafe who always makes sure everyone knows you’re his—his arm slung around your shoulders, his fingers laced with yours, his lips always on your skin.

boyfriend!rafe who gets high off making you happy, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, “I love it when you smile for me.”

boyfriend!rafe who holds you like you’re fragile, his arms around you impossibly tight as he murmurs, “You’re the only good thing in my life.”

boyfriend!rafe who lets you think you're in control, until he flips you over with ease and smirks, “Nice try, sweetheart.” [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe who hates when you watch sad movies because then he has to pretend he’s not also about to cry. “It’s just a dumb movie—fuck, okay, maybe it’s kinda sad.”

boyfriend!rafe who runs his fingers along your bare skin absentmindedly, pretending like he’s not watching your every reaction [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe

boyfriend!rafe who would rather lose the argument than lose you, sighing before finally whispering, “I love you, okay? Can we just fix this?”

boyfriend!rafe

boyfriend!rafe who will literally stop mid-conversation with someone if he sees you from across the room, his whole face lighting up like you hung the stars.

boyfriend!rafe who gets clingy when he’s tired, pulling you into his chest, lips pressed against your hair. “M’not letting go. Ever.”

boyfriend!rafe who watches you have gossip nights and help Wheezie through a tough time growing up, a rare genuine smile on his face

boyfriend!rafe who starts play-fights with you just so he can tackle you onto the bed. “You think you can take me, huh?” His smirk is dangerous, but his hands are gentle as he pins you down.

boyfriend!rafe who tugs you closer in bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his voice groggy

boyfriend!rafe who traces small patterns on your skin whenever you cuddle, completely lost in the feeling of having you close

boyfriend!rafe who lets you get away with everything—you could wreck his car, and he’d just sigh and say, “Baby, just tell me next time, okay?”

boyfriend!rafe who pulls you into a bruising kiss mid-argument, growling against your lips, “Say you’re mine.” [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe who holds your wrists above your head, pinning you against the bed with that cocky smirk. “Stay still, baby. Let me enjoy this.” [nswf]

boyfriend!rafe who’s dangerous, intoxicating, a storm you can’t escape—but you don’t want to.

boyfriend!rafe who strokes your cheek with his thumb when he thinks you’re asleep, whispering, “I’d burn the world down for you.”

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

slowly it's time to come back here and regain the reach to you, so today something short :) feedback always welcome <3

[g3tj1nx3d14]

caitvi / violyn headcanons part two !! both NSFW and SFW !!! please do not read if past the warning after the SFW you are uncomfortable with NSFW topics !! as usual, will contain spoilers up to act three season two

SFW

• Post season two, Caitlyn helped Vi organize funerals/memorials for everyone she’s lost. Her mom and dad, Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Loris, and everyone else. Not Jinx because she’s not dead (i’m delusional)

• Vi rarely ties her hair up, but she’s gotten accustomed to putting a hair tie on her wrist for whenever Caitlyn needs it. She loves acting all smug when she hands it over, like she’s handing over the cure to cancer.

• Vi is NOT illiterate like some people claim. She has a genuine love for reading, although she didn’t get the opportunity to get her hands on many different books as a kid. So, when Caitlyn and Vi decide to begin using the Kiramman wealth for good, Vi takes a special interest in helping start a free library in Zaun. She loves reading to kids and helping them get the same love she has for reading, although she tries to keep it a secret because it’s “dork behavior”.

• Vi thinks that she’s really funny when she holds up something in front of Caitlyn’s blind eye and asks what it says. Absolutely hilarious. The bit never gets old. Never.

• Vi struggles to accept gifts, given that she’s sort of developed a “never throw anything away, my stuff is mine forever” mentality from her childhood of rarely having anything. So, Caitlyn adapted to doing things for her that didn’t involve anything monetary. One time, Vi caught Caitlyn sewing up a rip on Vi’s favorite jacket— something Caitlyn could’ve easily bought a hundred of, but respected that Vi had an intense sentimental attachment to it— and almost cried.

•They’re both stubborn, so communication can be difficult, but even when they bicker, they’re still wives. Even in arguments, Caitlyn makes sure that the fridge is always stocked and never looking a little empty, as the full fridge reassures Vi that she won’t go without basic necessities. Even in arguments, Vi makes sure to randomly hold and squeeze Caitlyn’s hand at random moments to let her know she still loves her. It’s the little, nonverbal things with them.

okay freaky time

NSFW

don’t read if you don’t like NSWF !!!

• Canonically, Vi is an eater. On certain days, she couldn’t care less if she gets any stimulation at all, she just enjoys eating Caitlyn out. The type to insist “C’mon- just one more time!” about seven times. (with consent, ofc!)

• They tried to roleplay once, but Vi said something really stupid and they both laughed so hard they ended up just cuddling and going to sleep.

• Caitlyn likes to try to impress Vi a lot with fancy, lacy lingerie. Vi likes that, solely because she likes ripping it off and destroying it. “Was it really good if nothing got destroyed?”

• You’d think Caitlyn would also like Vi in lingerie, but, the most attractive outfit ever worn was much different. One time, Vi walked into their room in just a tank top and sweat pants, sweaty from working out with Jayce. Caitlyn never pounced on her so quickly. Seeing Vi in a wife pleaser, casually man spreading on expensive furniture like she owned the place… Caitlyn learned a lot about herself after seeing that.

• Caitlyn tends to start out talkative, but end up going quiet, scarily focused on whatever she’s doing besides light moans and heavy breaths. Vi is loud the entire time- panting, groaning, moaning, especially some random dirty talk. She likes to talk her through it.

•Vi broke the bed once. Caitlyn was mortified. Vi bragged about it to anyone she could for months.

[sugardollcurse]

Hii! It's me again! (*´・з・)

I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could write something with early John (myb 60'-61') with his glasses... and nswf? (;A´▽｀A)

I mean, of course only if you feel comfortable with it! Feel free to ignore this request (´ 3｀)

Thank you, soooo much!! ( ´∀`)/~~

— '🐭' anon

𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 | john lennon x reader

𐙚 contains ; nsfw!! minors dni!, female anatomy

𐙚 summary ; in some cramped flat off gambier terrace, john’s sprawled out in his glasses and you end up in his lap. because he asked. and because you wanted to.

𐙚 note; hii 🐭!! ♡ you know i’d love to!! early john w/ his glasses... you’ve got taste hehe. thank you sm for sending this in <3

His glasses were always the last thing to come off.

Which made sense. They weren’t for style, weren’t even the wire kind yet, just thick black frames from some shit optician his aunt forced him to see after he kept squinting at the telly. They were ugly. They were personal. He’d never wear them on stage.

But in here? Cramped flat, lights low, both of you sat on the mattress on the floor? He kept them on.

He liked how you looked when he could actually see you.

You were on your knees between his thighs now, body braced by your palms on the bedsheets, breath mingling with his, fingers just barely brushing the bare skin under his unbuttoned shirt.

John looked flushed, hair mussed, glasses slightly fogged from how close you were.

“C’mon,” he murmured, voice low and shaky. “Get on me.”

You blinked. “What?”

He made a tiny sound in his throat, frustration mixed with desperation. “Just… sit. Right here.” He patted his lap. “Want you close.”

You crawled into his lap without another word, thighs straddling his hips, your core pressing down right against the stiff line of him through his leather pants.

He groaned the second you settled. Head tipped back. Mouth parted.

“Jesus Christ, love…”

Your hands slid over his chest, fingers brushing the smattering of hair there, teasing at the line of his collar. “You okay?”

“Not even fuckin’ close,” he said, eyes half-lidded behind his fogging glasses. His hands were on your hips now, gripping like he needed something to anchor him. “You sittin’ on me like that, feels like I’m gonna blow just from that.”

You smiled. Rolled your hips. “You like me like this?”

He nodded fast. “You’ve got no idea. Been thinkin’ about it since the first night you came round. Couldn’t fuckin’ sleep.”

You leaned in, kissed him soft. He moaned into it, hands tightening.

And then you moved again, grinding slow, dragging your heat over the ridge of his cock, and he swore.

“Let me take these off,” he gasped, fingers already reaching for his glasses.

But you caught his wrist.

“No,” you said. “Keep them on.”

He blinked up at you. Flushed. A little surprised. “You like ‘em?”

You leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth. “Love ‘em.”

And then you were unbuckling his belt, hands slow but sure, and he let you, just lay back against the pillows, chest heaving, watching you through those thick lenses like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

You got his pants down just enough, pulled his cock free, hard, flushed, twitching, and stroked it once. He jerked under you with a strangled gasp.

“You’re so cute,” you whispered, thumbing the bead of slick at the tip.

He groaned like he was dying. “Don’t say shit like that, I’ll come in your hand.”

You leaned back just enough to slide down off him, settling on your knees between his legs. His cock was flushed and leaking where it strained up from the open V of his jeans, twitching with every breath.

John stared down at you, dazed, glasses slipping a little down his nose. “What’re you-fuckin’ hell,”

You licked a slow stripe up the underside. He twitched, hips jerking.

“Christ, Jesus, love, ” he gasped. “You’re gonna-really? Fuckin’-on your knees, lookin’ like that-?”

You smiled against his skin. “Want to taste you.”

And you did. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked gently, tongue flicking right under the crown, tasting the salt of his precome. His whole body shuddered.

“Oh,” he groaned, one hand flying to your hair. Not pulling, just holding, grounding himself.

You took him deeper, hand wrapping around the base, stroking as you bobbed slowly. John looked wrecked above you, shirt open, flushed chest heaving, legs spread wide, his cock shiny with your spit. The way he watched you, through those big square glasses, like you were divine and he’d just been struck, it made you ache.

His thighs were trembling already.

“You’re gonna make me-fuck, you’ve gotta stop, love, you’ve gotta stop, I wanna be inside you, please, ”

You pulled off with a soft pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, breathing just as hard as him.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Okay. I want that too.”

You climbed back into his lap, kissing him messy and deep, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

You pulled back just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth, your breath mingling with his. Still straddling one of his thighs, you let your hand trail down between you, grazing the slick mess you’d made of his cock, still flushed and twitching under his belly.

“Help me with these?” you murmured, voice husky, tugging at the waistband of your trousers.

His fingers were already there, clumsy and fast and shaking a little. “Yeah, yeah, come here,”

You stood just enough to shimmy them down, underwear going with them in one smooth motion. John moaned, loudly, the second you stepped out of them.

You laughed, flushed and aching, climbing back into his lap with no barrier now. His hands found your thighs again, sliding up to your hips like he needed to hold you in place or he'd float off the planet.

You reached between your bodies, guiding him to your entrance, and he could barely breathe.

Then, finally ,you lined yourself up, teased your soaked cunt against the flushed head of his cock. John grabbed your hips hard, thumbs digging in, trembling under you.

And then you sank down onto him.

He shouted.

You took him slow, inch by inch, until you were seated fully in his lap, stuffed to the brim. He was gripping your hips like he might fall apart.

“Holy shit,” he panted.

You rocked your hips and he twitched. You started moving. Slow. Deep.

John’s head rolled back again, glasses half-falling down his nose, fogged with sweat and breath and you. His mouth hung open, neck flushed a deep pink, fingers bruising your hips as you rocked down on him, again, again, again.

Your hands braced on his chest, moving with you as you bounced, finding a rhythm, sliding slick around him, stuffed full and dizzy and high from the way he filled you. You could feel every ridge of him, every twitch and jerk of his thighs under yours, could hear how deep he was inside.

“You’re shaking,” you whispered, breathless.

“’Course I’m fuckin’ shaking,” he choked out. “You’re-” he thrust up a little, making you gasp, “you’re tryin' to ruin me. And I think it’s fuckin’ workin’.”

You ground down slower, dragging the head of his cock deeper inside you with a long, slick roll of your hips. His breath hitched. His whole body jerked.

Your chest pressed against his as you rode him deeper, wetter, more desperately now, bodies clapping together with every movement. You were both soaked. The room was humid with it. The mattress underneath you creaked and dipped and shifted, and neither of you gave a fuck.

“Look at me,” you whispered.

He did. Barely. Glasses slipped. His pupils were blown wide.

“Never let anyone else touch you like this,” he said suddenly, voice a rasp. “Don’t ever, fuck, don’t let ‘em see you like this. You’re mine. You hear me?”

You nodded quickly.

His hands slid up your back, then lower, gripping your ass as he rolled his hips up into you in hard, slow thrusts that had you gasping.

“Gonna come,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” he moaned, fucking into you faster now. “Gonna come on me, love? On my cock, all messy? Let me feel it, c’mon, let me have it-”

You broke apart on top of him with a cry, your walls pulsing around him as you came hard, clinging to his shoulders, shuddering as the world collapsed in white.

And John just gasped. Froze. His whole body tensed beneath you.

He came.

Hard.

Moaning loud into your throat, spilling deep, deep, heat flooding your core as he gripped you like he might fall apart if he didn’t hold you together. His glasses slipped halfway down his nose. His mouth dropped open. He looked wrecked.

You stayed like that for a moment, impaled on him, trembling in his lap, his arms tight around your waist. Both of you panting. Glistening. Overcome.

After a long beat, John blinked slowly.

“I just came inside you,” he said hoarsely.

You laughed, dazed. “You did.”

“…Christ.”

He flopped back onto the bed with you on top of him, arms still wrapped around your back. His glasses were askew now, one temple bent slightly from how hard you’d gripped him. He didn’t bother fixing them. Just buried his face in your neck and let out a long, shaky breath.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous,” he muttered.

“You’re the one who told me to get on top.”

“Yeah. And now I’ll never recover.”

You kissed his temple. He was sweaty and sweet and still hard inside you.

“You feel okay?” he asked, suddenly quieter.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I feel amazing.”

John smiled. “Me too.”

You kissed again. And again. Slow. Stupid. Soft. Then he finally pulled out, both of you hissing at the overstimulation, at the sticky mess between your thighs.

“Bed’s ruined,” he said, sounding far too smug.

You punched his arm lightly. “You ruined it.”

“You let me,” he said, grinning.

And you did.

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Jaehyun x reader (nswf)

WC: 2k // Fluff + smut

Jae has to enlist in the military and has limited time left with his girlfriend who's devastated he has to leave. How will they spend their last day?

Jaehyun’s enlistment letter had arrived two weeks ago, and ever since then, Y/N had been living with a knot in her chest that wouldn’t unravel. She tried to be strong, to smile through the sadness, but Jaehyun knew her too well. Every time she reached for his hand a little tighter, every time her laugh didn’t quite reach her eyes, he noticed.

He didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he planned something.

A perfect day.

Their last date before he had to go.

Jaehyun picked her up early that Saturday morning, coffee in hand and a mischievous smile on his face.

"No questions. Just follow the handsome man with snacks."

Y/N laughed softly, grateful for the lightness he brought even when the air between them was heavy. He drove them out of the city, the windows rolled down, wind dancing through their hair. The ocean revealed itself slowly as the car crept closer to the coast.

Y/N gasped when she saw the beach. It wasn’t crowded, it was a secluded stretch of sand dotted with tide pools and smooth rocks.

"Jaehyun... it’s beautiful."

He beamed. "I wanted to take you somewhere peaceful. Somewhere we can just be us."

They spread a blanket across the sand, unpacked a little picnic, and sat close. He fed her strawberries, got whipped cream on his nose, and made her laugh until her cheeks hurt.

Later, they walked along the shoreline hand in hand, waves lapping at their ankles. Y/N paused often to snap pictures of the view, but most of her photos ended up of Jaehyun—grinning, arms wide open, or crouching beside a heart they drew in the sand.

But then a silence came. A soft one, like a shadow, as she watched the waves.

"You’re really leaving soon," she said, her voice nearly lost to the ocean breeze.

Jaehyun didn’t pretend. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Yeah. But not forever."

She turned her face to him, eyes shining with tears. "What if things change while you're gone? What if you forget how much I love you?"

He kissed her shoulder, her jaw, the corner of her lips. "Then I’ll come back and fall in love with you all over again. Every day, if I have to. But there's no way I could forget."

They spent the afternoon collecting shells, writing their initials in the sand, and chasing each other through the tide.

Jaehyun pulled out his phone only once to snap a picture of her laughing, her hair messy from the wind. He set it as his lock screen without a word.

They rented a tandem bike and rode along the boardwalk, laughing every time they wobbled. He insisted on stopping for ice cream, and Y/N got chocolate on her nose, which he kissed away with a cheeky grin.

"See? Who needs perfection when we’ve got this kind of chaos?"

They watched the sun begin to sink, painting the sky in purples and golds. Jaehyun took out a tiny paper lantern from his bag.

"Write a wish on it," he said, handing her a pen.

She hesitated before scribbling: "Come back to me, safe and soon."

He added his own: "Let her smile every day while she waits."

Together, they released the lantern. It floated upward, slow and steady, against the darkening sky.

"Can we stay just a little longer?" she asked.

"As long as you want."

She leaned against him, her fingers laced through his. "You’re going to be so brave. I just... I’ll miss your hugs. Your dumb jokes."

"You’ll still get the jokes," he smirked. "I’ll write them into my letters and texts. Not to mention every phone call we'll have."

"Promise?"

"On my heart."

Back at his apartment, the warmth of the beach still clung to them. Y/N kicked off her shoes, and Jaehyun pulled her into a hug that was different—deeper, more desperate. "I just wanna hold you while I can."

She looked up at him. "Can we... just not be sad tonight?"

He nodded. "Let me make you smile."

He kissed her slowly, hands cradling her face like she was something precious.

They took their time. There was music playing softly from the kitchen speaker, and they danced for a moment, swaying barefoot in the dim light. Jaehyun twirled her, then caught her in his arms.

The night stretched on, soft and golden. They moved together gently under the sheets at first, as if they had all the time in the world. But as the emotion grew, so did the urgency. Hands explored, lips traced familiar paths. There were whispered promises, half-sobs, and smiles between kisses.

Jaehyun kissed her like a starved man who won't be eating for days. Y/n moaned into his mouth hands running through his hair. "Just get in me."

Jaehyun let out a boyish grin and bit on her bottom lip pulled so it hurt just a little. "Whatever my princess wants."

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