satan1999

[satan1999]

— title: Clothes Off | pairings: Jaebum/JayB (GOT7) x female reader | genre: pwo (porn without plot) | word count: 1,030

— summary | With an interest in photography, he had the perfect subject and perfect opportunity to capture the right masterpiece.

— warnings | +18 / E for explicit; involves cursing, oral sex, mentions of past events, teasing, explicit sex, fingering, nipple play, hair pulling (male), praise kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, rough sex, minor aftercare, dom!Jaebum, video taping.

— fic date: May 20, 2025 | Available on AO3

— tracklist: acquainted - The Weeknd, wicked games - The Weeknd, dance for you - Beyonce

the studio sat empty as you walked inside the loft, you felt underdressed but you still showed up anyway. The sounds of the shutter— CLICK! echoed through the walls and bounced into your ears. There he sat with his hands occupied with an expensive camera and a pen sticking out of his mouth. Jaebum had been waiting on you. His notepad laying on a table next to him and his subject being another woman, nude, on a white backdrop.

your eyes scanned over the glistening sweating dripping from his arms and forehead. you couldn’t help but start to fan yourself off from the broken ac in the studio. His silver tooth on display as he scrunched his face to get the right angle.

the model posed in direction with a smug expression on her face. she looked as if she were fucking him too.

Jaebum turned his studio lights off and helped the model stand back to her feet. She slipped into a trench coat and a black dress. He winked towards her and pulled her into a hug before bending down to give you a kiss. you dodged the action giving him a stern look.

“whose she?” you questioned.

“nobody. she’s just a university student from down the street helping with my exhibit.”

“mhm.” you mumbled.

the act of jealousy turned him on, jaebum loved seeing you care about him. he tilted your chin with his finger and looked deep into your eyes.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look for you, baby.” he spoke, kissing the words out your mouth.

“fuck you.”

you tossed your coat onto the hook and sat in the table, pulling jaebum in between your legs. the smell of his musky cologne filled your nose and his silver jewelry coldly brushed against your skin as he explored your face. His eyes taking in yours, then your mouth before sucking on your bottom lip. Your tongue immediately pushed into his mouth and scavenged inside. His teeth bitting down on your lip causing you to gasp.

Jaebum’s hands found its way down to your ass and massaging them as he kissed down to your neck and down to your chest.

His lips making contact with your skin while his hand took apart your shirt and bra. the color pink surprising him as he stripped you. His mouth and teeth latched onto your areolas. sucking and biting the harden area. Breathy moans escaped your throat from the tension and tugging.

your hands grasped a firm patch of his dark hair, ripping his head and jerking it in the right direction.

“gentle.” he whispered.

your grip loosened with his command.

“I have a small favor to ask.”

“what’s that?” you asked, slight concern pushing through.

“I want to remember this moment with a special tape. For you and me and no one else.”

the thought of a tape was frightening, imagining it ends up in the wrong hands and next thing you know it’s displayed on the internet. But the thought of being taped, aroused you a little. Being told how to look in the camera and praised for your work.

“I’ll do it.”

those three words greenlit him to pursue his fantasy. Jaebum dug into his messenger bag and pulled out a vintage tape recorder. the red light shined onto your skin as he handed you the camera.

“hold still.” he commanded.

you held the camera with shaking hands as he trailed his tongue down your navel to your pussy. jaebum stuck two fingers in your mouth and motioned for you to suck. you followed suit and sucked his fingers wetting them up enough to enter.

he slid those same fingers inside your folds in a curling motion.

Moans pushed through your teeth and into his ears. those sweet tunes made him turn up the speed and place his free hand onto your stomach feeling the bulge.

a smirk plastered across his lips watching you lose control of your breaths and desperately trying to keep it together. his bracelet brushing against your clit as he fingered you.

reaching your high, jaebum removed his fingers and used them to spread your folds. his mouth grabbed a hold of your clit and began sucking before sticking his fingers back inside. the night vision of the camera capturing the fluid on his face and fingers. his tongue flicking your clit driving you insane.

“I think i’m cumming.”

“so soon?”

your eyebrows cocked up confused wondering what he meant.

“we haven’t even reached the best part.”

while eating you out, he quickly rubbed his fingers over your clit. the suction and pressure pushed you over the edge and made your mind go white. your legs shook to close but jaebum pushed your thighs down onto the table still. the force hurting a bit but you didn’t want him to stop.

jaebum stood to his feet and quickly removed his bottoms. without second thought of a condom, he stuck himself inside you and took the camera into his hands. the red light flashed in your face as he thrusted in. The feel of his foreskin and balls bumping against your clit made you reach for the wall behind you.

“breathe, baby. you’re doin amazing.” he groaned softly.

his rock hard cock still growing inside while he pushed through your wet cave. your hands slapped against his chest leaving red handprints behind.

“can we slow down?”

his pace slowed with the wish of your command. the camera shoved into you hands as he quickly turned you to the side and grasped a better grip. Your legs shook dangling from his shoulder while he thrusted away.

his breaths began getting faster and heavier matching yours before he put the camera down and held your hands together.

“brace yourself.”

“huh?”

jaebum pushed your face down onto the table and roughly continued fucking you before he pulled out and dumped his cum onto your back. a loud moan slipped off his tongue as he kissed your lips and turned the camera off.

“what you think? you’d be down to do it again?”

“maybe but with a different camera.”

“perfect! there’s a thai spot a couple blocks, get dressed.”

[satan1999]

Back To You | Jensen Ackles

Mentions of: Time Travel, Flashbacks, Rough sex, Oral fixation, Blood, Single father!Jensen, Motherhood.

Don’t do too much on me because this came in a dream out the blue! Napping and listening to music is not a good mix for me because It leads to things like this and worse. Anyways, Probably might make this a series like my Tyler Owens one. Gotta make masterlists for both!!

It’s Tuesday, meaning you’re in charge of opening the laundromat this week. Your boss left you in the hands of keeping it clean and making sure the customers are satisfied while he took care of business. The smell of fresh linen and detergent filled your nose as you opened the washers, checking for change. Music played softly through the speakers relaxing you a bit after a stressful night. Taking care of two kids and running a business is not for the weak. You’d always come home immediately tried and hungry for anything. But that didn’t stop a certain customer from visiting. 

A knock on the glass door shook you a little bit, you jumped back into your skin and turned to see a middle aged man standing in front the door with two cups of coffee and a brown bag. Ah! Jensen, what could he want early this morning? You unlocked the door allowed him to step inside. Peeking your head around making sure no customers were behind him, he set everything down and took a seat on one of the washers.

“How cute, you grew a beard. Last week you were clean shaven and covered in wounds.” you said laughing at his overgrown beard. 

He rubbed over his beard and frowned after the comment, “Okay see, fighting in the past is much worse than it is now. I was hit with rocks and stuff.” Jensen spoke, nearly falling off the washer.

“I’m sure because those band-aids aren’t on your cheeks anymore.”

You took one of the coffees and snuck a sip from it. An espresso with a hint of hazelnut and cream, he remembered. The nutty taste hitting the tip of your tongue as you listened to Jensen talk his head off. Something he couldn’t control, his love for chatting and letting people know his interests. 

“Anyways, how’s the kids?” he asked, stuffing a donut into his mouth without taking his time.

“They’re good, Sarah started fifth grade and Daniel joined the honors society. You?”

“Even though the kiddo has me running all over town and me traveling through time when I can, she’s been great.” 

Jensen stared at your lips, watching you finish the coffee and tossing the cup into the bag. He had to admit, he had a crush on you like he did back in high school. The same girl who joined all the clubs and balanced cheer on the side. He liked how confident you were and how much of an over achiever you were. Jensen never got to admit what he wanted due to his reputation and sports getting to his head. You always seen him as the player and the boy who couldn’t care less about his future, deep inside you still missed those times you both spent at AL’s and doing it in his car. Even though the both of you had sex on multiple occasions, it was never seen as anything more than that. 

Like the moment after his victory game, you waited for him in his car and let take control. His lips on yours, his hands exploring your body, the sweat dripping down his skin, his knee between your legs under your dress, and him asking you for consent. As much as you wanted to live in the moment forever, the two of you grown apart and moved onto your lives. Jensen being a divorcee and you stuck working a laundromat. It was never gonna work. 

Or at least you thought. You looked at him one more time before continuing cleaning out the machines. He watched you bend into the machines pulling out coins and socks, something about it made him grow in his sweats. Maybe it was the way your back arched? Your jeans squeezing your curves? The apron? Whatever it was, it turned him on. Jensen grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you up from under the machine.

“Jensen, what are you doing? I don’t need your help.” you groaned, rubbing your backside and pushing his hands away. 

“You know I could help with those problems.” he whispered under his breath as he stepped close to you. 

His face inches closer to yours and his lips almost kissing yours. Jensen planted a small peck on your lips before using his thumb to pull your bottom lip from your top and brushing his thumb over it. You used the tip of your tongue and licked the top of his thumb. 

“Seems you missed me.” Jensen laughed while picking you up and putting you on the machine. 

“No I don’t.”

he stuck two fingers in your mouth and gestured for you to suck. His fingers massaged yours tongue as you allowed your saliva to glaze his fingers and motion in your mouth. The relaxing sensation made you moan onto his fingers, his eyes locked and focused on yours. Jensen put you on top of the washing machine and reached for the button of your jeans.

The rumbling from the machine hummed against your folds as you grinded along with the rhythm and hurriedly removed your bottoms, your moans were covered by the loud racking. Jensen dragged his fingers along your panties and felt around on your clit. He cupped his hand and slid the fabric to the side. 

His fingers inserted your cave and began pushing your buttons. 

"Wait! It's been a minute, can you go slow with me?" You asked, using your doe eyes to your advantage. 

"Aw, have I been replaced already? Let me guess you bought a new toy since i've been gone?"

You slapped his arm again allowing yourself to turn your head away from him and blush unknowingly. It's not that he got replaced, you were just lonely in the time being. 

Continuing his journey on finding your peak, he curled his fingers into you while he continued exploring your mouth with his tongue. a loud moan escaped your mouth, echoing through the room among the machines. 

Jensen couldn't contain himself any longer behind those jeans. He pulled himself out and spat into his hand, using it to rub himself and stick it inside you. Your walls closed around him and throbbed at the feeling of his cock warming inside of you. His movements began slow and steady before waiting for you to nod and allow him to go faster. 

The quick thrusts turned harder as he pounded along your walls and gripped onto the back of your head. Your chest pumped faster with your breaths matching his. You were longing for this moments for months. His time travels left you touch deprived and begging to be used again. 

Those little toys of yours were beginning to grow tired and boring from the constant use, but it was the only way to get you off. 

You bit into Jensen's shoulder and left behind your teeth marks.

"I'm yours and only yours." you whispered into his ears, allowing it to go into one ear and out the other. 

"Show me."

You hurriedly grinded your folds with the rhythm of his thrusts, …your heels digging into the edge of the washer for leverage as Jensen dug deeper with every snap of his hips. The harsh slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the laundromat, muffled only by the spin cycles and your desperate gasps. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, clawing at his back like you were trying to etch yourself into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear before dragging his tongue down your neck. “You missed this, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t speak. Your mouth hung open as he angled his thrusts just right—each stroke dragging over that sweet spot inside you that made your vision blur. You clawed at his shirt, needing something to hold onto while your legs trembled.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back just enough to force your eyes on him.

“Yes—Jensen, fuck—yes,” you finally gasped out, the words trembling from your throat like confession. “I missed you. This. Everything.”

He smirked, satisfied, and pulled out just long enough to flip you around. Your cheek pressed against the warm surface of the machine as he bent you over, spreading your legs apart and slamming back inside with no warning. You cried out, your voice caught somewhere between pain and ecstasy, but you didn’t want him to stop. Not for a second.

He grabbed your hips with bruising force, thrusting with an urgency that bordered on feral. “You think about me when you’re using those toys? You imagine it’s me instead of cold plastic filling you up?”

You moaned again, nodding helplessly as your body bounced with every stroke. “Always,” you whimpered. “No one else feels like you.”

Your words made him growl, slamming into you even harder now, the pressure building inside your core, the coil tightening with every filthy, punishing thrust. The machine underneath you shook, nearly matching the violent rhythm of your bodies colliding.

His hand snaked around to your front again, fingers rough and desperate as he rubbed furious circles on your clit. You jerked beneath him, your orgasm threatening to crash over you like a tidal wave.

“That’s it. Come on, baby. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

And you did—your body locking, your scream muffled against your own arm as your climax rocked through you, wave after wave of pleasure shooting up your spine, your walls fluttering wildly around him.

Jensen cursed under his breath and followed a moment later, pulling out just in time to spill himself across your lower back, panting like he just ran a goddamn marathon. You both stood there for a second—sweaty, wrecked, and breathless.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. “Still think it could never work?”

You looked over your shoulder, a lazy smirk spreading across your face.

“I think I’m gonna have to open the laundromat more often.”

You smirked, tugging him back by the waistband of his jeans. “Then I hope you’re ready to risk the whole damn timeline… because I’m not letting you disappear on me again.”

He kissed you like he meant it. And somewhere, in the chaos of laundry machines and altered timelines, something finally clicked into place.

[satan1999]

Excited | Prettymuch

Title: Excited

Fandom: PRETTYMUCH

Pairing: PRETTYMUCH x Reader (Poly)

Word Count: 989

Rating: Explicit / E / NSFW

POV: Second Person (Reader POV)

Genre: Smut, PWP (Porn Without Plot)

Content & Warning Tags:

• Polyamory

• Group sex

• Reader-insert

• Dom!PRETTYMUCH

• Sub!Reader

• Oral sex (female receiving & male receiving)

• Vaginal sex

• Multiple orgasms

• Spitroasting

• Overstimulation

• Praise kink

• Degradation kink (light)

• Semi-public sex (recording studio)

• Creampie (implied)

• Rough sex

• Cockwarming (implied)

• Dirty talk

• Smut with minimal plot

• Slight exhibitionism/voyeurism dynamics

• Slight hair pulling / manhandling

• Slight choking / face-fucking (consensual)

You weren’t supposed to stay this late at the studio.

But there was no way in hell you were leaving when they looked like that—sweat-damp shirts clinging to tight bodies, voices still thick with that deep, post-performance rasp, egos riding high after a perfect take.

You sipped your drink, legs crossed slowly as you leaned back on the couch. You could feel the wetness between your thighs already, the burn of their stares as they peeled you apart with their eyes.

“You been quiet all night,” Brandon said first, his voice a low tease as he pulled off his hoodie. His shirt rose with it, flashing just enough of his abs to make your pulse jump. “That a good thing or a nasty thing?”

You didn’t flinch. You tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. “Depends,” you said. “How nasty do you want me to be?”

That did it.

Brandon moved first—stepping between your thighs, hands gripping your knees to spread you wider. You could feel the heat from him, see the flicker in his eyes when he noticed the lace edge of your panties peeking from your short dress.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Already dripping.”

Zion chuckled, pulling his curls into a messy tie, sweat glistening on his skin. “She’s been waiting for it. All night.”

Austin dropped to his knees in front of you, mouth already parted as he looked between your legs like he was starving. “Can I have a taste?” he asked, voice soft but filthy.

You nodded, legs trembling just from anticipation. “Please.”

The second your panties were pulled aside, Austin’s mouth was on you. His tongue was slow at first, teasing, dipping between your folds with lazy precision. You gasped, head falling back against the couch, hands tangling in his hair. He moaned into your pussy, like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

Brandon and Zion didn’t wait. One of them grabbed your breast, the other your neck. Fingers circled your nipples, tugging them through the thin fabric of your dress. Brandon leaned in, tongue tracing your jaw, hot breath ghosting over your ear.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Letting all of us touch you. Taste you.”

You couldn’t respond. Not with Austin’s mouth working you, sucking your clit, two fingers sliding deep inside. You were already so close, hips grinding against his face, your breath coming in moaning gasps.

Nick’s voice cut through the haze. “Let’s see how many times we can make her cum tonight.”

You came hard—your first of the night—with a loud, uncontrollable cry, legs shaking around Austin’s head, body twitching under too many hands.

But no one stopped.

Brandon stood in front of you, already pulling his cock from his sweats, thick and flushed. “Open,” he said simply.

Your lips parted without hesitation, and he slid in with a groan. “Fuck, that mouth… you know what to do.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of him and sucked deep, tongue swirling, eyes locked with his. He fucked into your mouth slow, watching you work him while Zion slipped behind you, his hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your still-sensitive clit.

“You like being passed around like this?” Zion whispered into your neck. “You like being our toy?”

You moaned around Brandon’s cock, eyes fluttering.

Austin stood now, cock hard and slick as he stroked himself in time with your mouth. Nick took his place behind you, spreading your thighs open again.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Nick said, pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

And then he was inside.

Deep. Filling. Stretching.

You choked slightly around Brandon, overwhelmed by the fullness, the pressure, the sheer filth of it all. Your body was theirs now—your throat, your pussy, your moans.

Nick fucked you slow, dragging it out, gripping your hips tight. Brandon was harder in your mouth now, thumb brushing your cheek every time he bottomed out on your tongue.

Edwin crouched beside you, stroking himself lazily as he watched your body jerk with every thrust. “This is a damn good look on you,” he said. “Used. Slutty. Beautiful.”

You whimpered around Brandon, one hand now moving to stroke Austin as he stood by, his cock thick and pulsing in your grip. It was all too much. And yet—not enough.

You wanted more.

Nick angled his hips just right, and you broke. Another orgasm shattered through you, slick gushing around him, your thighs trembling.

Brandon pulled out just before you screamed, cupping your chin and wiping your lips with his thumb. “Good fucking girl.”

Then he lifted you easily off the couch and guided you down onto your back on the studio floor. Cold against your skin. Hot bodies all around.

Edwin took your thighs and spread them wide. His cock pushed into your dripping cunt with no resistance, your walls still fluttering from your last orgasm.

He fucked you deep. Harder. You cried out with every thrust, body overstimulated, brain mush. Your hands clawed at his back as Zion knelt beside your face.

“Open again, baby.”

You didn’t even think. Just parted your lips, letting him slide in, your mouth now full of him, tongue tracing his shaft as Edwin drove into you.

You were choking, moaning, drooling, and loving every fucking second of it.

They took you apart.

One by one, inside you, over you, around you. You came until you were lightheaded, body wrung out, voice raw from moaning and begging.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was possession.

And you gave it to them.

By the time you lay there, sore and spent, skin flushed and glowing, all five of them surrounded you, breathing heavy, eyes dark with satisfaction.

Brandon knelt down again, brushing your thigh with his fingertips. “That answer your question?”

You laughed weakly. “What question?”

Zion smirked. “You said you were excited.”

You swallowed, voice hoarse. “Still am.”

[satan1999]

"I have seen things in this world that would make Isaac Newton crawl back into his mother's womb! We are not so enlightened as we are blinded by the gaseous light of science. I have wrestled with the Devil as Jacob wrestled the Angel in Penuel, and I tell you that if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists!" Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

[satan1999]

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!padawan!reader

summary: Your master is horny and frustrated, he looks for release at a nasty gloryhole in coruscant… only to find out that that perfect pussy he’s fucking belongs to his padawan.

c/w: gloryhole, p in v, masturbation, power imbalance (very nasty idgf im sorry im horny)

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 2-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰: 1,838

He’s frustrated, Anakin won’t hide it anymore, he even yelled at you this morning, but as soon as he saw your pretty eyes pout at him he regretted it, it’s not even your fault, you’re learning, he’s your master, he’s supposed to teach you, it’s just… you jumping around and swinging your lightsaber does something to him… and he knows it shouldn’t.

It doesn’t matter anymore, how hard and fast he fucks his fleshlight, how hard he grinds against his mattress trying to chase an unsatisfactory high that leaves him as soon as it arrives, the painful dry orgasms he craves and hates, how painfully hard he grips his cock, nothing is enough, not anymore, he craves something else.

someone else

Someone’s pussy he knows he shouldn’t even think about, but he wonders… he wonders if someday he’ll be able to fuck it… how tight and wet you must feel around his cock… could you even take it? Could his sunshine of padawan handle him? He’ll be gentle, he’ll be rough, he’ll be anything you want him to be

Anakin sits on his bed late at night, however this is coruscant, theres always some sort of party going on somewhere, bars, loud noises and music, flashing lights, even nasty gloryholes, this planet is wild… the Jedi temple is luxurious and quiet on the surface…. But in the lower levels of coruscant there are… some interesting things happening, but he’s a Jedi, he knows it’s not right, he’s not sure what part isn’t right, but there’s something that doesn’t click.. maybe it’s the fact that paying for some services are just not what he wants, he wants your stupid creamy fucking pussy wrapped around his cock… what would you call him? Master? Anakin? And there’s the other fact that it’s avoid being recognized with his Jedi robes and his lightsaber… he must go undercover if he wants to get what he wants.

As anakin prepares himself for an adventure he takes a peek of the empty hallways at the Jedi temple, everyone asleep, everyone doesn’t have the same problem as him… it’s quiet and peaceful… he remembers that place, Obi wan and him tracked a criminal a few alleys away, the discrete yet inviting place hiding beneath the shadows… *is that?* *Don’t even say it Anakin….* Obi wan said with an unamused expression… of course it fucking is.

And now his feet has finally led him here….

The first thing her sees is lady.. well only her hands.. her face is covered by a piece of wood, completely anonymous… great, like this he’ll just have to imagine it’s you… he hope it does the trick, he hands her some credits without saying much… then he takes a deep breathe *Focus Anakin… focus* he tells himself… but the loud slapping noises and moans keep distracting him, he feels some sort of sense of guilt, he knows he’s better than this, but again he’s not… and the last thing he thinks before opening that stained curtain is… Obi wan should never know this… Y/N should never know this….

And finally he sees legs spread and in display… the wood creaks beneath his feet, the loud moans Turing of his brain, men acting like animals as they fuck a pussy, they’re in heat, just like him… he even sees some men on their knees eating out some women… interesting… who said chivalry doesn’t exist anymore?

He stops in front a pair of legs… all pretty and spread wide, inviting, a puffy clit that begs to be touched and rubbed nicely, fuck… those pretty legs look just like yours… just like yours… when you swirl around and he takes a small glance of that set of thighs under your skirt…

But he’s nervous… the consent has been already given right? He doesn’t have to talk to her or even know her name… it doesn’t fucking matter because she’s not you… he holds onto her thighs squeezing softly as the girl adjusts slightly feeling that she’s about to have some company, and just as his touch arrived is gone again as they leave goosebumps, he unbuttons his pants slower that he should’ve, he grasps his cock over his boxers and releases it giving himself a few strokes to get himself rock hard, fuck he’s about to get it… he needs it so so so so so fucking bad, he needs her, he…

He rubs his cock against her clit, slapping his tip against it gently as he hears a small gasp behind… *cute* he thinks to himself… fuck it he deserves this.

He pushes himself all the way in

Grabbing onto her ankles and starting with a relentless peace, the girl cries out, he should’ve given her some time to adjusts but he just couldn’t control himself… he pushes his hips forward trying to get his dick as deep as possible as he throws his head back… “fucking- he’ll…” he hopes he’s not fucking a virgin but this girl feels like one, she feels the way you would’ve feel wrapped around him, you’re so… you’re completely devoted to him, your life is Jedi training with your master anakin, missions with Anakin, free time with Anakin… you’re his, you’re his you’re his and only his… then why is he fucking this random girl? Why won’t you love him the way he loves you so he could be fucking you instead… this infuriates him as he pistons her harder… faster, his fingers digging into her skin leaving marks, he doesn’t know if it’s allowed or not.

He huffs and growls trying to control his anger… sweet moans filling his ears and emptying his thoughts… fuck she sounds just like you

He feels a deep connection to this girl he’s fucking, the force, something? Or it’s just her tight pussy? Gummy walls massaging him so fucking nice, his balls pounding agains her cute asshole, he chuckles as he watches her hips struggle against the hardwood, struggling to stay still, he licks his fingers and starts massaging her puffy clit, rubbing nice and slow… nice and slow, contrasting with his brutal pace

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n… One day he’s going to take you…. One fucking day…

A bead of sweat falls from his forehead, he ignores the noisy looks from people as they see the young hot man fucking the young hot woman like an animal, his hips move expertly against yours, he knows what he’s doing and it shows, and there’s not much to do than to trust roughly to fuck his frustration out, he loves this, the feeling but he wants more, a deeper connection, to look into your eyes as he fucks you, your nails digging in his back as he fucks you so hard it hurts…

He pushes herself deeper as the girl cries out because his tip is kissing her cervix a painful kiss.

This girl is wet… and she’s getting wetter every seconds, he feels the little splashes her pussy is making against his thighs… cute.. she’s squirting, anakin rubs her clit faster, you would arch your back right now wouldn’t you? If it were you obviously… he sees the girls hips raise a little and he knows she’s arching, her pretty feet shake over his shoulders as he keeps pounding her

His hips falteres as he nears his release, cock twitching and pulsating nice inside her velvety pussy

“Keep going!”

Shit, her voice even sounds like yours and he knows he’s imagining it because he’s whipped but this only enhances his experience… he’s breathing heavily, he’s panting as he tries to keeps some noises from escaping but they do.. and finally he cums… she squirts and it’s all fireworks and aftershocks, spasms and pure pleasure, his legs wobble, he put on quite a show….

He pants and pants until his breathing finally even, he feels at peace, what every orgasm should be like, not like those painful and dry ones he gives himself, he sees his cum dripping from the girls pussy, fuck, he didn’t even pull out… his head is pounding and he holds the girls thighs tighter… he feels… he feels a connection…. A big one… a deep one… a nice one… he buttons up his pants and gets on his knees, like an spell has been casted on him, he spread her legs even wider and dives in, he moans at the taste as he gives her a long lick, his lips instantly wrapping around her clit… he licks his cum out of her, he’s possessed, eyes rolling back into his head as he feels the girls fingers tangling on his hair…. Cute little whines can be heard, he’s obviously overstimulating her but… he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care.

He forced his eyes to open and he looks up and sees her fingers now resting over her stomach

And he sees the delicate bracelet around her wrist….

One that he happens to share with you

His eyes widen as he stands up immediately

“Y/n” he says loud enough for you to hear as his words get drowned into the loud sex noises…. The humid air and the smell of sex are prominent.

“Im sorry master” you say apologetic with that little voice of yours, one that indicates that you know you did something wrong but you’re not sorry for it

Now everything makes sense, he told you about this place a few months ago when Obi wan and him found it… the urge the intense craving and the way his legs lead him here, the connection that he felt to this person… why he was drawer to this pretty set of thighs.

It was all you, you lead him here, taking advantage of your connection through the force…

And he fucking loves it

He dives back in savoring your pussy, biting your button delicate and tongue fucking your hole as he tastes himself, his tongue exploring your folds… your fingers tangle around his locks as you cry out again, your legs close around his head and your back arches… perfect perfect, so fucking perfect.

He feels your back arch again and your moans get louder

You’re so close… so so close.

And he’s going to drag you to the edge

And he’s going to make you cum again

Your master Anakin Skywalker is devouring you like a mad man

And it’s okay

“Master master!” You cry out

An hour later you come out of the place as Anakin waits for you in a dark alley, he sees your with your coat and your wobbly legs… the walk back home is quiet, too quiet… no words exchanged, the aura is heavy yet not uncomfortable.. he leads you inside the Jedi temple and you walk to his quarters… a punishment, not in a sexual way, a lecture… something awaits… he pushes you inside and the door locks….

Your heels echoe in the darkness as his arms wrap around your torso… and you breathe in relief.

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Tear You Apart - Glen Powell

When an infamous vampire slayer is recruited for a mission, He expects it to be an easy job, but this one had a little spice to it. Her hypnotizing eyes and beauty harden the job and trapped him in a trance, but something wasn't right with this one. She knew all his tricks and gadgets, so she has to play a game of her own to finish the job for him.

A/N: I’m sorry for traumatizing ya’ll and myself! It won’t happen again 😭

A cherry red mustang pulled in front of the church and opened its door revealing a young man, he's dressed in a faux leather coat and sunglasses taking over the top of his face. He tosses his keys in his hands and catches them while making his way inside the church. The cathedral doors opened revealing his group of clients dressed in their priest attire and bibles in hand. The church has a beautiful artwork painted onto the ceiling, capturing the last supper with doves around the art. His eyes align with the painting as he continues strolling into the church. Glen turns to the left and shakes hand with the bishop and guides him to a bench in the church, the man takes a seat and opens his bible to a verse.

"They sacrificed unto devils, not to God; to gods whom they knew not, to new gods that came newly up, whom your fathers feared not." The bishop reads, his tone serious and hurt as his eyes scanned the pages and drew a cross on Glen's forehead with holy water.

"Father, May I ask what you have brought me here for?" Glen questioned as he looked up to Bishop with a sense of confusion behind his question.

Before he could utter a word out of his mouth, a screech echoed through the church. Bishop jumped in fear and ducked down bringing Glen with him. The scream belonging to a woman gliding through the church dressed in black and a veil covering her face. She dragged her nails along the wood benches making an ear aching noise as they dug into the wood. She stopped beside the bishop and Glen bending down to get a smell of the two. She inhaled his scent and rolled her tongue along his neck; Glen reached into his pocket and pulled a clump of garlic. His stance frightening her as he stepped closer to her presence, The garlic held in the air above her as she looked hopelessly.

"You win this round, Garlic boy. I'll be back and trust I won't be defeated." she hissed.

She disappeared into thin air leaving the group back to their session. Glen rushed back to bishop and fanned him off, the sight of the pale lady caused him to faint in her presence. A priest handed Glen water allowing him to toss it onto Bishop's face. The cold water landed on his face waking him up and gasping loudly for air, he grabbed for his rosary and looked around for help. The other priests nursed him back to care and handed Glen a folded picture and note.

"This is who we need you to kill, hopefully the job isn't too difficult. We've been trying for years but she just won't be put down. Leading to us calling you as our last resort." The priest cried, while holding onto the cold body and silently prayed to God.

Glen nodded and took a look at the photo, It's a picture of a beautiful young woman with children. Her smile painted on her face, her brown skin glowing in the light, and her eyes filled with life. He felt bad for what she become but he was more worried about the children and their whereabouts. Glen kissed his fingers and pointed them to the sky as he headed back to his car. The town disappeared around him while he drove to the end, his music playing low as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed to the tune. His slaying bag spilled onto the front seat revealing, A wooden stake, Garlic, A mirror, The bible, A spell book, and a flashlight. The sun laid down for slumber once he came to a stop in front of a bar. Glen opened the note reading over it, before stepping out of the car and making sure he has the right address. He pushes the barn doors open but the lights are off and it’s just him in the bar. A flashlight appeared in his hand as he searched through the place, not a single breath was heard but the wind and tumbleweeds. His boots quietly squealed along the wood floors of the bar. The figure of a woman sits on the bar counter with her legs parted and her hat covering her eyes. Glen pointed the light to her face, revealing the woman from earlier, her eyes darker than they were when he first met her. Her smile sinister and her tongue gliding along her lips, she gestured for him to come closer.

Glen backed up towards the wall and gripped onto the stake in his hand hoping it would scare her, "The old fashion wooden stake, I've been through thousands of those. You can't kill me with just one." she mimicked, her posture growing taller as she scooted closer to the edge of the counter. "Come be a good boy and sit in between mama's legs."

"I'm not afraid to pull the garlic back out, darling. This ain't my first rodeo with your kind." Glen scoffed while keeping the flashlight in her face and his stake pointed to her heart. "Selene, what did you do to those children?"

"Aw, let's try this again."

Her finger moves in a circular motion and her eyes glow red while watching Glen follow her instructions and stand between her legs, the woman smiled and revealed sharp fangs. He screamed before she slapped her hand on his mouth and bit into his neck. His cries for help silenced as the pain in his neck amped up and tears slid down his face. She snatched her teeth from his neck and wiped her mouth of his blood. Her nails digging in his back and her legs tight around his waist. She pulled his shirt off and traced his chest with her cutthroat nails. She liked what she saw. The body of the innocent and another host, she hypnotized Glen again and got him to mindlessly explore her body. He took the hat off her head and threw it to the ground, making a plop sound. His hot breath on her stomach as he laid her down on the counter and glided his tongue from her navel to her stomach, to her neck. Glen began making love to her neck and using his fingers to wrap around the tassels on her chaps. Their bodies grind against each other while her sirenic moans echoed through the bar. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he stuffed his fingers in her and continued bumping his clothed groin against her. Glen groaned as her nails dug deeper into his spine, creating long scratches along his back. Selene reached for his member and proceeded to pull it out. A moan escaped his mouth leaving him to shiver at the warmth of her mouth. He stood in fear as Selene stabbed her nails into his thighs and held him place while she began sucking his friend.

Glen grabbed a handful of hair and thrusted himself into her mouth letting his moans fill up the bar and into her ears. She bit a fang into his member and sucked a little bit of blood from it causing Glen to scream in pain and push her head back from him. "What are you doing? It hurts!" he screamed while her nails stayed into him. Selene let out a resonance laugh; she enjoyed seeing him in unbearable pain while she toyed with him.

Glen whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Selene pulled her nails from his thighs, her eyelashes batted towards him as she directed him down to her precious jewel. He pushed her legs closed and pushed her off the counter, she landed on her back crushing his bag and became stabbed with the mirror shards he had earlier. Selene screeched and quickly stood to her feet; Glen had already run to the other side of the room with another stake on standby. He aimed the stake for her stomach and missed it, landing onto the floor. Silence occurred as She stood in front of the stake and slowly looked into his eyes, Selene launched towards him and slammed into the wall while he rushed to the other side.

"We were just having fun, why'd you stop? I was close to turning you over." she mocked, sneaking over to him and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"We had our fun, but what happened to those kids? I know an accident didn't happen." Glen questioned as he reached in his bag and pulled the photo out, showing her the children and her in the photo.

"Oh, those bastards. I gutted them from the inside out and threw their bodies in the bayou down south."

Selene grabs a hold of Glen and pushes him into a chair, her legs holding him down as she hops on top of him and wets her fingers. she slides her fingers into her and grinds against them as Glen stops struggling underneath her and watches intensely. "If I help you with this heat, Will you let me go?" he begged while she reached for his member and shoved it into her. She nodded and slid up and down on him as he took the nod as confirmation and got to work. Glen picked her up and laid her on the counter, He roughly thrusted into her and held the back of her head holding her in position. He began groaning again as he had to admit she felt amazing inside, but it wasn't his job. Glen was supposed to kill this creature and move to next but here he is fucking a vampire and might turn later since she bit him twice. With the thought in his mind, He went harder with his pace and grabbed a hold of her throat choking her.

"With that grip, you might as well kill me." She begged while reaching for his hand, tightening his grip and digging her nails into his wrist.

Glen took those words and did what was told, He pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Her thighs crushing his head as he licked and sucked at her clit, her screams mimicking a banshee with the built-up pleasure she had for centuries. Glen struggled trying to lift his head from her legs, the bite slowly turning him as he kept tasting her. He growled and scratched her ass. Selene shrieked and grabbed the stake stabbing him in his back. Glen's body fell to the floor as she kicked the garlic near his nose and wiped her mouth. She kissed his temple and waltzed out the bar in the sunlight, letting herself burn to death. A cherry red mustang pulled in front of the church and opened its door revealing a young man, he's dressed in a faux leather coat and sunglasses taking over the top of his face. He tosses his keys in his hands and catches them while making his way inside the church. The cathedral doors opened revealing his group of clients dressed in their priest attire and bibles in hand. The church has a beautiful artwork painted onto the ceiling, capturing the last supper with doves around the art. His eyes align with the painting as he continues strolling into the church. Glen turns to the left and shakes hand with the bishop and guides him to a bench in the church, the man takes a seat and opens his bible to a verse.

"They sacrificed unto devils, not to God; to gods whom they knew not, to new gods that came newly up, whom your fathers feared not." The bishop reads, his tone serious and hurt as his eyes scanned the pages and drew a cross on Glen's forehead with holy water.

"Father, May I ask what you have brought me here for?" Glen questioned as he looked up to Bishop with a sense of confusion behind his question.

Before he could utter a word out of his mouth, a screech echoed through the church. Bishop jumped in fear and ducked down bringing Glen with him. The scream belonging to a woman gliding through the church dressed in black and a veil covering her face. She dragged her nails along the wood benches making an ear aching noise as they dug into the wood. She stopped beside the bishop and Glen bending down to get a smell of the two. She inhaled his scent and rolled her tongue along his neck; Glen reached into his pocket and pulled a clump of garlic. His stance frightening her as he stepped closer to her presence, The garlic held in the air above her as she looked hopelessly.

"You win this round, Garlic boy. I'll be back and trust I won't be defeated." she hissed.

She disappeared into thin air leaving the group back to their session. Glen rushed back to bishop and fanned him off, the sight of the pale lady caused him to faint in her presence. A priest handed Glen water allowing him to toss it onto Bishop's face. The cold water landed on his face waking him up and gasping loudly for air, he grabbed for his rosary and looked around for help. The other priests nursed him back to care and handed Glen a folded picture and note.

"This is who we need you to kill, hopefully the job isn't too difficult. We've been trying for years but she just won't be put down. Leading to us calling you as our last resort." The priest cried, while holding onto the cold body and silently prayed to God.

Glen nodded and took a look at the photo, It's a picture of a beautiful young woman with children. Her smile painted on her face, her brown skin glowing in the light, and her eyes filled with life. He felt bad for what she become but he was more worried about the children and their whereabouts. Glen kissed his fingers and pointed them to the sky as he headed back to his car. The town disappeared around him while he drove to the end, his music playing low as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed to the tune. His slaying bag spilled onto the front seat revealing, A wooden stake, Garlic, A mirror, The bible, A spell book, and a flashlight. The sun laid down for slumber once he came to a stop in front of a bar. Glen opened the note reading over it, before stepping out of the car and making sure he has the right address. He pushes the barn doors open but the lights are off and it’s just him in the bar. A flashlight appeared in his hand as he searched through the place, not a single breath was heard but the wind and tumbleweeds. His boots quietly squealed along the wood floors of the bar. The figure of a woman sits on the bar counter with her legs parted and her hat covering her eyes. Glen pointed the light to her face, revealing the woman from earlier, her eyes darker than they were when he first met her. Her smile sinister and her tongue gliding along her lips, she gestured for him to come closer.

Glen backed up towards the wall and gripped onto the stake in his hand hoping it would scare her, "The old fashion wooden stake, I've been through thousands of those. You can't kill me with just one." she mimicked, her posture growing taller as she scooted closer to the edge of the counter. "Come be a good boy and sit in between mama's legs."

"I'm not afraid to pull the garlic back out, darling. This ain't my first rodeo with your kind." Glen scoffed while keeping the flashlight in her face and his stake pointed to her heart. "Selene, what did you do to those children?"

"Aw, let's try this again."

Her finger moves in a circular motion and her eyes glow red while watching Glen follow her instructions and stand between her legs, the woman smiled and revealed sharp fangs. He screamed before she slapped her hand on his mouth and bit into his neck. His cries for help silenced as the pain in his neck amped up and tears slid down his face. She snatched her teeth from his neck and wiped her mouth of his blood. Her nails digging in his back and her legs tight around his waist. She pulled his shirt off and traced his chest with her cutthroat nails. She liked what she saw. The body of the innocent and another host, she hypnotized Glen again and got him to mindlessly explore her body. He took the hat off her head and threw it to the ground, making a plop sound. His hot breath on her stomach as he laid her down on the counter and glided his tongue from her navel to her stomach, to her neck. Glen began making love to her neck and using his fingers to wrap around the tassels on her chaps. Their bodies grind against each other while her sirenic moans echoed through the bar. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he stuffed his fingers in her and continued bumping his clothed groin against her. Glen groaned as her nails dug deeper into his spine, creating long scratches along his back. Selene reached for his member and proceeded to pull it out. A moan escaped his mouth leaving him to shiver at the warmth of her mouth. He stood in fear as Selene stabbed her nails into his thighs and held him place while she began sucking his friend.

Glen grabbed a handful of hair and thrusted himself into her mouth letting his moans fill up the bar and into her ears. She bit a fang into his member and sucked a little bit of blood from it causing Glen to scream in pain and push her head back from him. "What are you doing? It hurts!" he screamed while her nails stayed into him. Selene let out a resonance laugh; she enjoyed seeing him in unbearable pain while she toyed with him.

Glen whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Selene pulled her nails from his thighs, her eyelashes batted towards him as she directed him down to her precious jewel. He pushed her legs closed and pushed her off the counter, she landed on her back crushing his bag and became stabbed with the mirror shards he had earlier. Selene screeched and quickly stood to her feet; Glen had already run to the other side of the room with another stake on standby. He aimed the stake for her stomach and missed it, landing onto the floor. Silence occurred as She stood in front of the stake and slowly looked into his eyes, Selene launched towards him and slammed into the wall while he rushed to the other side.

"We were just having fun, why'd you stop? I was close to turning you over." she mocked, sneaking over to him and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"We had our fun, but what happened to those kids? I know an accident didn't happen." Glen questioned as he reached in his bag and pulled the photo out, showing her the children and her in the photo.

"Oh, those bastards. I gutted them from the inside out and threw their bodies in the bayou down south."

Selene grabs a hold of Glen and pushes him into a chair, her legs holding him down as she hops on top of him and wets her fingers. she slides her fingers into her and grinds against them as Glen stops struggling underneath her and watches intensely. "If I help you with this heat, Will you let me go?" he begged while she reached for his member and shoved it into her. She nodded and slid up and down on him as he took the nod as confirmation and got to work. Glen picked her up and laid her on the counter, He roughly thrusted into her and held the back of her head holding her in position. He began groaning again as he had to admit she felt amazing inside, but it wasn't his job. Glen was supposed to kill this creature and move to next but here he is fucking a vampire and might turn later since she bit him twice. With the thought in his mind, He went harder with his pace and grabbed a hold of her throat choking her.

"With that grip, you might as well kill me." She begged while reaching for his hand, tightening his grip and digging her nails into his wrist.

Glen took those words and did what was told, He pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Her thighs crushing his head as he licked and sucked at her clit, her screams mimicking a banshee with the built-up pleasure she had for centuries. Glen struggled trying to lift his head from her legs, the bite slowly turning him as he kept tasting her. He growled and scratched her ass. Selene shrieked and grabbed the stake stabbing him in his back. Glen's body fell to the floor as she kicked the garlic near his nose and wiped her mouth. She kissed his temple and waltzed out the bar in the sunlight, letting herself burn to death. A cherry red mustang pulled in front of the church and opened its door revealing a young man, he's dressed in a faux leather coat and sunglasses taking over the top of his face. He tosses his keys in his hands and catches them while making his way inside the church. The cathedral doors opened revealing his group of clients dressed in their priest attire and bibles in hand. The church has a beautiful artwork painted onto the ceiling, capturing the last supper with doves around the art. His eyes align with the painting as he continues strolling into the church. Glen turns to the left and shakes hand with the bishop and guides him to a bench in the church, the man takes a seat and opens his bible to a verse.

"They sacrificed unto devils, not to God; to gods whom they knew not, to new gods that came newly up, whom your fathers feared not." The bishop reads, his tone serious and hurt as his eyes scanned the pages and drew a cross on Glen's forehead with holy water.

"Father, May I ask what you have brought me here for?" Glen questioned as he looked up to Bishop with a sense of confusion behind his question.

Before he could utter a word out of his mouth, a screech echoed through the church. Bishop jumped in fear and ducked down bringing Glen with him. The scream belonging to a woman gliding through the church dressed in black and a veil covering her face. She dragged her nails along the wood benches making an ear aching noise as they dug into the wood. She stopped beside the bishop and Glen bending down to get a smell of the two. She inhaled his scent and rolled her tongue along his neck; Glen reached into his pocket and pulled a clump of garlic. His stance frightening her as he stepped closer to her presence, The garlic held in the air above her as she looked hopelessly.

"You win this round, Garlic boy. I'll be back and trust I won't be defeated." she hissed.

She disappeared into thin air leaving the group back to their session. Glen rushed back to bishop and fanned him off, the sight of the pale lady caused him to faint in her presence. A priest handed Glen water allowing him to toss it onto Bishop's face. The cold water landed on his face waking him up and gasping loudly for air, he grabbed for his rosary and looked around for help. The other priests nursed him back to care and handed Glen a folded picture and note.

"This is who we need you to kill, hopefully the job isn't too difficult. We've been trying for years but she just won't be put down. Leading to us calling you as our last resort." The priest cried, while holding onto the cold body and silently prayed to God.

Glen nodded and took a look at the photo, It's a picture of a beautiful young woman with children. Her smile painted on her face, her brown skin glowing in the light, and her eyes filled with life. He felt bad for what she become but he was more worried about the children and their whereabouts. Glen kissed his fingers and pointed them to the sky as he headed back to his car. The town disappeared around him while he drove to the end, his music playing low as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed to the tune. His slaying bag spilled onto the front seat revealing, A wooden stake, Garlic, A mirror, The bible, A spell book, and a flashlight. The sun laid down for slumber once he came to a stop in front of a bar. Glen opened the note reading over it, before stepping out of the car and making sure he has the right address. He pushes the barn doors open but the lights are off and it’s just him in the bar. A flashlight appeared in his hand as he searched through the place, not a single breath was heard but the wind and tumbleweeds. His boots quietly squealed along the wood floors of the bar. The figure of a woman sits on the bar counter with her legs parted and her hat covering her eyes. Glen pointed the light to her face, revealing the woman from earlier, her eyes darker than they were when he first met her. Her smile sinister and her tongue gliding along her lips, she gestured for him to come closer.

Glen backed up towards the wall and gripped onto the stake in his hand hoping it would scare her, "The old fashion wooden stake, I've been through thousands of those. You can't kill me with just one." she mimicked, her posture growing taller as she scooted closer to the edge of the counter. "Come be a good boy and sit in between mama's legs."

"I'm not afraid to pull the garlic back out, darling. This ain't my first rodeo with your kind." Glen scoffed while keeping the flashlight in her face and his stake pointed to her heart. "Selene, what did you do to those children?"

"Aw, let's try this again."

Her finger moves in a circular motion and her eyes glow red while watching Glen follow her instructions and stand between her legs, the woman smiled and revealed sharp fangs. He screamed before she slapped her hand on his mouth and bit into his neck. His cries for help silenced as the pain in his neck amped up and tears slid down his face. She snatched her teeth from his neck and wiped her mouth of his blood. Her nails digging in his back and her legs tight around his waist. She pulled his shirt off and traced his chest with her cutthroat nails. She liked what she saw. The body of the innocent and another host, she hypnotized Glen again and got him to mindlessly explore her body. He took the hat off her head and threw it to the ground, making a plop sound. His hot breath on her stomach as he laid her down on the counter and glided his tongue from her navel to her stomach, to her neck. Glen began making love to her neck and using his fingers to wrap around the tassels on her chaps. Their bodies grind against each other while her sirenic moans echoed through the bar. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he stuffed his fingers in her and continued bumping his clothed groin against her. Glen groaned as her nails dug deeper into his spine, creating long scratches along his back. Selene reached for his member and proceeded to pull it out. A moan escaped his mouth leaving him to shiver at the warmth of her mouth. He stood in fear as Selene stabbed her nails into his thighs and held him place while she began sucking his friend.

Glen grabbed a handful of hair and thrusted himself into her mouth letting his moans fill up the bar and into her ears. She bit a fang into his member and sucked a little bit of blood from it causing Glen to scream in pain and push her head back from him. "What are you doing? It hurts!" he screamed while her nails stayed into him. Selene let out a resonance laugh; she enjoyed seeing him in unbearable pain while she toyed with him.

Glen whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Selene pulled her nails from his thighs, her eyelashes batted towards him as she directed him down to her precious jewel. He pushed her legs closed and pushed her off the counter, she landed on her back crushing his bag and became stabbed with the mirror shards he had earlier. Selene screeched and quickly stood to her feet; Glen had already run to the other side of the room with another stake on standby. He aimed the stake for her stomach and missed it, landing onto the floor. Silence occurred as She stood in front of the stake and slowly looked into his eyes, Selene launched towards him and slammed into the wall while he rushed to the other side.

"We were just having fun, why'd you stop? I was close to turning you over." she mocked, sneaking over to him and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"We had our fun, but what happened to those kids? I know an accident didn't happen." Glen questioned as he reached in his bag and pulled the photo out, showing her the children and her in the photo.

"Oh, those bastards. I gutted them from the inside out and threw their bodies in the bayou down south."

Selene grabs a hold of Glen and pushes him into a chair, her legs holding him down as she hops on top of him and wets her fingers. she slides her fingers into her and grinds against them as Glen stops struggling underneath her and watches intensely. "If I help you with this heat, Will you let me go?" he begged while she reached for his member and shoved it into her. She nodded and slid up and down on him as he took the nod as confirmation and got to work. Glen picked her up and laid her on the counter, He roughly thrusted into her and held the back of her head holding her in position. He began groaning again as he had to admit she felt amazing inside, but it wasn't his job. Glen was supposed to kill this creature and move to next but here he is fucking a vampire and might turn later since she bit him twice. With the thought in his mind, He went harder with his pace and grabbed a hold of her throat choking her.

"With that grip, you might as well kill me." She begged while reaching for his hand, tightening his grip and digging her nails into his wrist.

Glen took those words and did what was told, He pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Her thighs crushing his head as he licked and sucked at her clit, her screams mimicking a banshee with the built-up pleasure she had for centuries. Glen struggled trying to lift his head from her legs, the bite slowly turning him as he kept tasting her. He growled and scratched her ass. Selene shrieked and grabbed the stake stabbing him in his back. Glen's body fell to the floor as she kicked the garlic near his nose and wiped her mouth. She kissed his temple and waltzed out the bar in the sunlight, letting herself burn to death.

[satan1999]

Backstage - Tyler Owens

DESCRIPTION | Tyler and his “fake gf” are on a talk show revealing the insides of their relationship before things get hot and dirty off set.

PAIRING | Tyler Owens x Female OC

WARNINGS | 18+

The audience erupts in cheers as Tyler Owens took the stage and snagged him a seat next to his girlfriend. She reached over and stole a hug for him as the crowd watched. The hosts, Jerry & Gary, watched the two interacting romantically. She brushed off her dress and turned her attention to the hosts. Her big brown doe eyes glared in the studio lights, Tyler had to admit it was his favorite part of her. 

“Tell us about your relationship, what had fans thought about you two?” Jerry asked as he placed his chin in his hands and scooted closer. 

“Well, this whole relationship started thanks to Tyler gaining the courage to come speak to me.” she replied, Her hands latched with Tyler’s while he was focused on her eyes. 

“Please, I wasn’t shy.” 

The audience broke out in awe as she went into deep detail about their relationship, It was like they were in the room when the two met each other.

“We heard rumors the two of you engaged in a huge fight last month, what was that about?” 

Tyler’s jaw clenched as he thought back to the fight. Him swearing like his life depended on it and her pressing every button. Leading to them putting their hands on each other and them breaking the contract. Tyler hated how she always acted bitter and just had to be spoiled. He hated the way she would act like the dictator in the relationship. Not as much as she hated how he interacted with other women and was too close to them. he’d always leave her hanging while he flirted with others. The two clawed with each other until fans began to see the true colors of the relationship and deemed it PR. To cover up the rumors, They joined the talk show to clear things up.

“It was a misunderstanding. We were playing fighting and fans assumed it was real.” she cleared up as she waved her hands over the crowd. 

The hosts nodded and checked their watches quickly.

“Well, look at the time. It’s time for a commercial break.” 

The hosts went their separate ways leaving the couple to themselves. Tyler and his girlfriend headed back to their dressing room. He shooed the staff away and locked the door behind them. The tension between the two grew as they stood across each other, not looking the other in the eye. She sighed and fixed her makeup while Tyler rolled up his sleeves and watched her. His heart beating fast as he took a look at her and remembered how they used to be all over each other in the trailer. He remembered her bare breasts, her spine tattoo, her nails digging into his back, and the way her hair was a mess over her face while she rode him. It was all he wanted from her, to fix this high.

“Are you gonna keep staring or help me with my necklace?” she threatened, Her eyes fixed on the mirror as she focused on his reflection. 

She watched as he walked over and grabbed the clasps of her necklace. His muscular arms wrapped around her neck as he pulled her necklace off and dropped it into her shirt accidentally. She reached inside and pulled it out, placing it on the vanity. The sweat dripping from his arms from the studio lights, took her back to the trailer where he was drenched in sweat pressing against her. His grip on her skirt as he thrusted in her like it was yesterday. She shook the thought off before a staff member knocked on the door. 

“You’re on in thirty minutes.” He announced while looking at his clipboard and walking off. 

Tyler chuckled to himself softly while making his way over to her chair, “That gives us plenty of time to get this tension out.” he whispered in her ear. He locked the door and immediately picked her off her feet. 

The two began making out and ripping each other’s clothes off tossing them to the floor. She reached for his belt and quickly snatched it off, he dropped her to her feet and let her push him onto the leather couch. She sat on her knees and immediately put her mouth on his cock. She used her free hand to cover his mouth while he moaned into it. The warmth of her mouth turned him on as he observed her going down on him. The thought of her tits sitting in that bombshell bra drove him crazy. He used his hands to fondle them while she removed her mouth leaving a string of spit.  He bit her hand to keep himself from shouting but the more he jerked and pushed, he couldn’t contain it. Tyler came into her hand and laid back, catching his breath and collecting his thoughts before she hopped onto top of him. 

“Cmon cowboy, We still have more rounds to go.” 

His eyes widen as she stuck him in her and got to work riding him. Tyler held her back for support and another hand sliding up to her neck, gently choking her. She held her bundles up messily as she grinded against him. The sound of their moans filling the room and their flesh syncing with one another, not caring who was listening outside the room. She kissed his hand and used her other hand to gripping his dog tag necklace. The sound of the chain dangling in his neck as she pulled. Rocking and swirling on him as he gripped her thighs leaving red marks. She removed her bra, teasing him with her bare breasts. She knew he couldn’t get enough of her chest. The feeling of his cock ramming against her folds felt so good, she began touching herself to the thought. 

“Careful now, cowgirl. Don’t wanna wear yourself out after the first round.” 

Tyler adjusted himself and laid her on her back, not taking himself out of her. He placed her legs on his shoulder and kissed her legs as he continued thrusting into her. Her face displayed mixed emotions as she reached for him and pulled him in closer. She gripped on his ass for support while the pace changed with each moan she let out. His thrust matching her speech, he laughed to himself as he watched her go insane over his movements. 

“And what if I picked up the speed?” he asked.

She tilted her head confused as he turned her on the couch and pushed her head down into the couch. Her confused expression left as he went faster and harder thrusting into her, taking her by surprise. She screamed and reached her hand back to grip onto something, only to find nothing. He leaned on her back making sure he found her spot. Her legs becoming weak with the speed of him and her stomach stuffed. Her clit throbbing and begging to be touched, she reached down and began to rub before he grabbed her wrist and pinned against her back. 

“Wait! I can’t—“ she screamed before she reached her peak and begged for him to stop. 

Tyler pulled down and bent down to taste her precious jewel, making sure not to waste a drop. Her screams echoed through the dressing room, signaling his cock to spew like a fountain. His fingers gushing inside her making her cry out for help. She pushed his head back and fought to make him stop but he kept going. Staff knocking at the door as he tried to get the last bit of her out. She gripped the couch and came with her legs shaking uncontrollably. Tyler stood to his feet and smiled while bending down to kiss her forehead. 

“What do you say? Was the contract worth signing or were you not satisfied?” 

She giggled and slapped his arm before getting up and cleaning herself up. 

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TALK SHOW - TYLER OWENS

DESCRIPTION | Tyler is stuck in couples therapy with his significant other, explaining their troubles. The therapist leaves them alone to make up and it leads to something more.

PAIRING | Tyler Owens x Female Character

WARNING | 18+

A/N: Took me under an hour to write this

Her eyes scans Tyler as he moved from the living room chair. The argument they had earlier had died down and she’s still bitter about Tyler’s little comment about her job. The therapist sitting in front of them with her clipboard propped on her leg and her glass tilted on her nose. She opened her notebook and began writing. 

“So, I’m going to leave you two alone for an hour and see if you can rekindle after that whole thing.” she spoke softly, The therapist stood up and exited the office.

Tyler eyed her down and uncrossed his arms, his leg now man spread as he sighed and scooted his chair closer to her. He knows in the heat of the moment he’ll say something he doesn’t mean and regret everything. She sat completely still with the same look on her face and arms stuck crossed on her chest. After that stunt, She didn’t know if she could trust him anymore. The way he spat at her and cursed like a sailor, who was he? He changed after they moved from Oklahoma. She was starting to think that whole social media gimmick was getting to his head. 

“Look at me, baby. I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it.” he apologized as he tried to grab for her hands but she stayed still. 

“Leave me alone, Tyler.” she mumbled as she breathed through her nose and sighed.

Out of frustration, He kicked his chair and stood from his chair. “I’m not doing this with you all day. You’re always giving me the silent treatment, Just speak dammit.” She snapped her head towards and finally stood up from the chair, Her hair covering her cheeks as she scoffed and stepped closer to him.

“Don’t pin this on me. I work too god damn hard for us to fight like, I put the food on the table. What do you do for me?” she spat. 

Tyler grabbed a hold of her and pushed her to the wall and pinned her hands together. His breaths hit and heavy as he stared into her soul, Her chest pumping as she looked him in the eyes. That same tattoo of her name stamped along his neck as her eyes followed it down to his shoulder and down to his muscular arms. Even though she was pissed at him, She couldn’t stop thinking about how he effortlessly pinned her against the wall. Tyler grabbed a hold of her hips and held a tight grip on em. He watched as she unbuckled his belt and placed her hand on his groin, a moan escaped his lips as she explored the area. The sound of his groans turning her on as she reached inside his waistband and grabbed a hold of his member. She gently stroked it as he fell deep into her eyes allowing her to let him feel good. His hands gripped her ass for support as she sped up her pace and rubbed her thumb against his tip. His moans thundered in the room as he reached his peak and made a mess on her hand and in his undergarments. With this feeling, He wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed against her. 

She smashed her lips onto his and let her tongue fight for dominance. Tyler quickly removed her shirt and tossed it to the carpeted floor. Her lacy bra making an appearance as he grabbed her bra strap with his teeth and pulled it down, Her bare breasts on display where he could see em. He latched his mouth onto her areola and began sucking. She bit her lip to keep her moans from escaping but the warm sensation made scream. His long fingers weaved into her slacks and began massaging her folds. He leaned her against the bookshelf causing items to fall to the ground around them with a BOOM. The couple laughed into the kiss as they listened to the items surrounding them. Tyler dug deeper reaching her spot, She bounced on his fingers as he continued thrusting his fingers.

The therapist knocked on the door to check on the two but didn’t turn the knob. “Is everything alright in there?” she asked concerned. Tyler slapped a hand over the woman’s mouth and chuckled quietly.

“Yes, Everything is fine.” 

They listened as her footsteps descended for the door. Once gone, Tyler changed positions and bent her over the window. He took his cock out and immediately stuck it in. Another scream escaped her mouth as she felt him breaking and entering. Tyler stuck his two fingers in her mouth and held her waist with his free hand. He bang thrusting roughly into her causing her to groan onto his fingers. Pedestrians below watched the two give folks a show down under. They pointed and took photos as he continued to fuck her against the window. Her breasts and face smushed against the window as he moaned into her ear. 

“You like giving everyone a show? Gosh, darling. You look a mess.” he whispered as he pulled out and bent down to devour her precious jewel. 

She grabbed a handful of his hair and tucked at it as he sucked and licked on her folds. 

“I’m close! Don’t stop.” she shouted as he grinded against his face as he went harder. 

She screamed one last time before tears dropped down her face and she fell to her knees. Tyler carefully put her clothes back on and carried her back to the chair. He smiled as he watch the damage be done and she was satisfied.

“Same time next week?” he asked as he slipped his shirt back and grabbed his coat. 

Tyler left her to sit in her fluids and wipe the tears from her face. 

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oops! i posted this on the wrong blog

FL*WERS (p.p)

DESCRIPTION| Peter tries to confess his love to Summer with flowers but something ruins the interaction.

PAIRING| tasm!Peter Parker x oc

PROMPT| "Fuck flowers, what flowers? They're pretty and all but I'm scared by the thorns on those flowers"

WARNING: BLOOD, ANGST

A/N: This also an empire records au!

Laura Harrier as Summer Hudson

The day was Rex Manning Day and the staff were getting ready to set out tables and the brand new Rex albums that were released to them this morning. Peter had showed up a couple minutes earlier than Summer, Corey, and Gina, so he could prepare how he could confess to Summer later. His heart practically beating out of his chest and his cheeks flushed with a nice summer peach tint.

Peter also stopped by a local shop and picked up some poorly picked flowers, with his last paycheck that was only $30. Stuffed in his pocket was a crumbled photo of him and Summer together with group with only them two drawn in a heart. A.J and Mark spotted Peter and tackled him onto the patchy couch in the office and messed with his hair, His laughs getting louder before Joe bursted through the door and threw badges at each of them.

"Let's put an end to all this laughter and start stocking these washed up albums, It's not like anyone's gonna actually buy them." Joe sighed as he went through the desk drawers trying to find a way to replace the money Lucas gambled away.

"Watch dozens of gay men and cougars show up at the door." Mark mocked as he slid his badge on and dragged peter to the record player out front.

The girls including Deb starting coming into the shop and began opening duties, Corey making the coffee, Gina restocking, Deb stocking pins, A.J cleaning the windows, Mark putting the rugs back, and peter and summer stuck sweeping out front.

summer was chosen this morning to play the morning album, She chose "Smalltown Boy" by Brosnski Beat.

"So how'd you sleep last night?" Peter asked as he awkwardly swept the autumn leaves into the street.

"I slept fine, thanks for asking." summer responded quietly as she hasn't had her coffee yet.

the two stayed silent till Corey came outside and dragged both of them inside to dance along with the music playing, the group except Deb danced to the record and forgot about morning duties while Joe joined in from the office.

The alarm sounded as everyone froze and looked around to see who pushed the button, to their surprise it was Mark. He was holding a Tears for Fears record and was hoping to play it.

"You listen to tears for fears? I thought you were into the whole stupid band of men making screaming music?" Gina questioned as she scratched her head and looked around the room like there was an invincible camera.

"Well when I'm not listening to AC/DC, I listen to the sappy pop stuff too. It's all thanks to peter." Mark confirms as he revealed his stupid boyish smile to the group.

"Just put the record on, Dude." A.J complained as he was getting bored being in the silent store.

Before Mark could put the music on, Rex Manning and his Manager showed up along with dozens of fans waiting outside the door. Joe went back into the office leaving the gang to deal with the washed up singer. Currently on the verge of exploding into glitter and pink liquid, Corey and Gina tried warming up to Rex wanting to know him personally. Summer rolled her eyes and tied her apron on as she started putting the televisions out and turning them onto Rex's new music videos.

Peter followed behind and began setting up the tables, His eyes stuck on Summer as he watched her move her braids out of her face so she could see. Her skin glistening in the overhead lights, her smile beautiful and shining as she flashed a smile to Peter when she saw him, and her big doe eyes wandering the store.

"Where do I put my stuff?" Rex mentioned in a somewhat snobby way that came off as rude.

"Just throw it in the back with everyone else's things." Joe shrugged as he lead the way, Jane followed the two and looked around the messy but creative office space and took note.

Lucas nodded in Rex's direction and watched his every move, A random kid sitting next to him still upset from earlier. Women, Gay Men, and Young girls pushed through the doors as Rex came out and sat down. Screams and his name being shouted boosted his ego and his chest hair surprisingly.

Corey watched in awe as Rex signed albums and saying corny sappy things to all his female fans, She adjusted her blue furry sweater and her plaid skirt before making her way over to the table.

"Hey Rex, I loved your new album and hoped you could show me more." Corey begged as she leaned forward onto the table.

Before Rex could utter out a word, Summer dragged her from the table and into the office space.

"We're supposed to be working not flirting with the 40 year old man who we are sponsoring." summer scoffed as she let go off Corey's arm.

"I want to bring him his lunch and possibly you know.. Do it with him." Corey whispered in excitement as she ran off to the front.

"Gina or Deb, Can either of you stop Corey?" Summer begged as she used her doe eyes as an excuse.

Peter reminded himself of the flowers in his jacket pocket and stared at the rooftop door where he planned to confess to summer, He wanted the perfect setting. The sunlight shining on them and the "Empire Records" sign lighting up in front of them, reminding them of how they met.

With all the business for rex, He didn't think there would be time to confess and hand Summer her flowers. Peter was hoping on Summer agreeing and cherishing the flowers forever.

Hours passed, Fans slowly stopped coming in and Rex slowly started giving fans the same answer. Corey demanded to bring Rex his lunch and planned on having sex with him.

"Summer, will you come to the rooftop with me? I have something to tell you." Peter uttered out his mouth.

"Uh yeah sure." Summer put down the record she was stocking and followed behind Peter to the rooftop.

the two stared into the sun and gave each other a quick glimpse, Peter grabbed the flowers and photo out of his jacket pocket and handed them to Summer. She looked at the sad flowers and watched as Peter handed them to her.

"I wanted to confess my love for you, I've been holding this off because of how scared i was to say these words to you. I had my eyes on you since you walked through that door. The way you talk, the way you smile, and the way you wear your tight apron." Peter confessed as he waited for Summer to say something.

Summer looked at the flowers and handed them back to peter, She was happy to hear his confession but Summer felt it wasn't the right time for him to do so.

"Peter, This is sweet and all but, It's the wrong time for you to confess to me right now. I also can't forgive you for what you did to me over the past months." Summer mumbled as she handed the flowers back to Peter.

"Just take the flowers, Summer. It's all i ask of you." Peter scoffed as he held them in her face.

"I don't want them, Please get them away from me." Summer begged as she backed away towards the rooftop door.

the two argued back and forth before a stray thorn on one of the flowers cut Summer and she screamed in pain as she looked down at the wound. Peter gasped and dropped the flowers on the ground, He covered his mouth as tears fell to his face. He kept apologizing as he stayed back and watched summer hold her wound and run back inside to the store, Deb was the first to find her and quickly sat down with her with concern in her eyes.

Peter stayed his ground and kept his distance while summer told the whole thing to the others. He felt wronged and guilty for what he did, Peter knew he was in the wrong but insisted on forcing it.

"Not on Rex Manning Day, Peter. That shit's not cool." Mark stated as he shook his head in disappointment.

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