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erotica

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any predator porn recs?? 👀👀

hell yeauh i got some recs. i actually just sent a bunch to @astroboots (HAHA calling you out. jk. ilu).

Second Death - @foli-vora sent this to me two days ago and i DID NOT stop reading it. I couldn't put it down. It's very well written and full of twists.

My Predator World - These are all novella-sized romances and the writer is extremely talented.

Their Captive Pet/Captive Prize - Reverse Harem. Smoking hot yautja/human sex.

Midsummer Solstice - a dream-like tale that takes place during chiva.

The Unknowable Universe - fantastic. an actual superb/utterly creative love story written in under 50k. the smut is unreal.

The Price of Vengeance - the vibes here are very game of thrones. it's perfect.

Chosen - one of the most realistic human x yautja fics I have ever read. I devoured it in two days and cried multiple times

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NSFW

When you, a puppy!hybrid first learned of your bunny!hybrid bf’s rut, you were very excited. He was such a cute little thing, and you couldn���t wait to tease his cock and help him through his rut by stroking him and riding him until he cried…

Those were your plans, but…

“H-hold on, too much!”

You cried out, your pussy puffy and swollen from abuse as your boyfriend held onto your hips, fucking into you at an agonizing pace.

“C-can’t stop… too good, gotta fill you up…”

He grabbed onto your tail, whimpering softly into your floppy puppy ear as he knotted you yet again. You would think he’d give you a break, but no. He kept rutting into you even as your pussy stretched over his swollen, throbbing knot.

His fluffy bunny ears twitched, his cotton tail wagging furiously. You felt so warm, so good, all he could think of was breeding your puppy cunt.

He could almost imagine how precious you would look with your belly heavy and swollen with his kits, milk leaking out of your fat tits…

You’d never been so exhausted, your heats didn’t compare at all to his rut. He fucked you into the early morning, your thighs shaking and stomach full of his cum.

“Sorry, pup…” he whispered into your ear, rutting into your cunt lazily as you slept. “But you said you wanted to help… and it made me so happy…”

The next week was full of mating, and by the end of it there was no doubt you’d end up pregnant.

You’d never underestimate a bunny’s rut again.

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she gets it

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i think my thighs would look good over his shoulders

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crazy to me how Bubba Sawyer is the only fat slasher rep and also the one i want to fuck the most

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I'm not sure if you are familiar with the "mating press" position, but the little horny voice inside my head says that Tommy would absolutely love it. Just imagine reader having her legs on his shoulders while he pins her down to the bed because he needed to let off steam. Of course, this is completely consensual! Reader is willingly helping her husband out like the sweet housewife she is <3 Would you be up to write something like that? Sorry for being so disgustingly horny about him... (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Omg i love this request!! HAPPY 1K MY BEAUTIES!!!

Mating press with Tommy <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, SIZE KINK OML (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) pnv, afab reader, he cums inside because he's a loving husband, overall just porn with a little plot

It was a sunny day, the warm Texan breeze on your shoulders as you washed dishes from breakfast. A hefty pile of dishes, Tommy was not a small man to feed. As the warm water eroded the bacon grease from your castiron, you heard some stomping from the yard. You smile, you can imagine how he was looking at that very moment; his mask covering half of his sweaty face, hair stuck to his forehead, shoulders wide and casting a big shadow over whatever he was blocking. His tall frame was delicious, his arms, his hands that held the majority of your torso already made you hot on the back of your neck.

Lost in a trance of your thoughts, you feel the warm water over your hands' sudden absence. You don't need to turn your head to identify the reason. You can already hear his little huffs behind his mask and his big meaty hands pawing at your hips.

“I missed you, Tommy.” You turn and raise your arms to place your hands on his broad chest. His fingers fidget with the red trim of your sundress, one of his favorites. “You like my dress honey? I like this one too, I wear it to ensure you stay grateful for this pretty little wife you got.” You giggle and cover his hands with your own, but only manage to shade a finger or two. 

“I made you pie again Tommy, peach crumble! It's right on the counter. Lemme cut you a slice.” You smile warmly before turning to walk to the countertop to your right, but you don't manage. Tommys' hands are glued to your hips, keeping you grounded like a statue on the floor. “You don't want pie, baby?” You ask, sweetly of course. You knew Tommy wasn’t focused on your pie right now, you knew from the second you heard his feet shuffling outside that he had some steam he needed to release, and you’d be damned before you said you didn't want him to take it out on you.

You look up at his lust-filled eyes and reach to untie his sweaty mask. You didn't like that he always felt he had to cover himself up, but you understood it brought more comfort to his everyday life. As the mask fell, you could hear his shaky breaths practically calling for you. You got up on your tiptoes and pursed your lips, so he reciprocated, bending his head downward and capturing you in a warm, desperate kiss.

His hands on your hips lifted your body off of the ground, unconsciously, making your face line up with his. You wrap your legs around his waist, not making it all the way, but you were stable as his hands moved down to cup your ass. You whimper into his mouth, grinding your little hips against his big tummy, and running your fingers through his messy hair.

He lets out a single huff before turning on his heels and taking you to the bedroom. After storming through the doorway, he tosses your body onto your’ neatly made bed and begins to undress. You take his cue and do the same, unzipping your flowy dress and slipping off your white panties. Leaning back in your bed, you take in Tommys' body, how the veins in his hands bulge as he unbuttons his shirt, and how tight his pants look on his thick thighs.

Once he's fully bare, he slowly stalks around the bed, looking you up and down like a piece of meat he’s longing to devour. Suddenly, he yanks you down by the ankles, making you lay flat on the bed. He pushes himself to his knees at the end of the bed, settled between your now parted legs. He shuffles forward a bit, then pulls you by the knees until your legs wrap around his hips. 

He bends forward, towering over your frame. He takes your legs and pulls your feet over each one of his shoulders. Your thighs are pressed to your stomach as he settles an arm on both sides of your head. His hair falls around your face, and you reach up to kiss his pretty pink lips. You feel his girth slipping over your slit, and you reach your hand down to press his throbbing cock to your little bud. He groans at the touch of your hand and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, covering his length with your slick.

Not long after, he begins to rock his hips against yours in tandem. His forehead touches yours and you can feel his warm breaths covering your face. On one of his slower thrusts, the tip of his cock caught on the rim of your hole, making you take a sharp breath in. Tommy looks at you to make sure you’re okay, then slowly slides his fat member into you without warning.

“Tommy! Jesus, baby slow down.” You whimper out. The intrusion makes your lips quiver and hands grip the sheets, so he takes your arms in one of his hands and moves them to wrap around his neck, immediately latching onto his hair. As he settles his hefty body on top of yours, his tummy pressing down tightly on yours, he pushes even further forward, trying to get as deep as possible.

Your moans turn into choked-out groans as he slowly pounds into you. Your toes curling and heels digging into his damp back. He lets out deep groans and uses his hand to wipe hair from your face. He cups your cheek and kisses you, a distraction from the ache of your stretched hole, struggling to accept his large cock. 

His thrusts pick up in pace, and he buries his face into your neck. His hands slide down to grip your hips, and he maneuvers your body to slam down on his cock in time with his thrusts. In a state of complete cock-drunk bliss, you struggle to let out a whine as you feel your peak approaching. Rolling your eyes back, you grip his hair between your fingers and give it a little tug, before feeling the warmth of your orgasm explode through your body in ripples of pleasure.

Your back arches and your legs shake, the feeling of your pussy clenching over his length makes him whimper, and his thrusts become fast and shallow. You whine at the feeling of him abusing your overstimulated warmth, and Tommy leans down to bury his face in your breasts and grips your hips almost bruisingly in his hands, quickly reaching his orgasm himself. 

He wraps his arms around your back and pulls you as close to him as possible before letting out one more deep thrust and filling you to the brim with his seed. He groans and flips over on his back, taking you with him. You lay over his body, feeling his cock softening inside you as his spend drips out. You both catch your breath and relax, his hands rubbing gently over your back. 

You close your eyes and let the cool air of night take you both to sleep.

feel free to leave requests! (get FILTHY.) <3

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Imagine cuddling with John after a Mission

Imagine kneeling in front of John wick, your head resting on his thighs while he strokes your hair. It was after an exhausting job and he just needed to calm down a bit. Sleepily you lean against his legs, your eyes closed.

“Are you alright?” You murmur quietly while looking up at him. He nods silently l, visibly lost in his thoughts while still caressing your hair. After a minute or so of silence you get up with a sigh and crawl into his lap, resting your face against his chest while his arms slowly wrap around your body. You take a deep breath and inhale his scent, then you cuddle even more against him.

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everyone on this site

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more john wick writing — ! is nsfw.

female!reader unless stated otherwise.

— asks

is john wick a smoker?

is john experienced in bed?

— drabbles

john wick x shy fem!reader.

john wick + daddy issues.

john taking care of you during your period. part 1 | part 2

ovulating around john wick.

how young!jw and older!jw act in the club.

! john getting jelous when others check you out. gn!reader

john wick + “please. don’t ever leave me.”

admiring john's abs. gn!reader

! john thigh fucking you.

! john overstimulating you.

! john wick + choking kink.

! sweaty tight shirt revealing john's muscles. gn!reader

john wick being hired to assassinate you father. gn!reader

telling john you have a kidnapping fantasy.

! first time doing anal.

! john being intimidating while fingering you.

touch starved john wick.

john taking more missions and being mean to you.

john wick x sensitive partner. gn!reader

john wick x chronically online partner. gn!reader

john wick x goth!reader. part 1 | part 2

! john wick finishing too fast and being embarrassed.

john teaching you russian. gn!reader

john wick as a dirty talker.

using your chest as a pillow to sleep. gn!reader

sitting on john's lap while he cleans his guns. gn!reader

first date, you don’t know what he does for a living. gn!reader

late night drive with john.

john wick x winstons!daughter.

doing each other's hair.

trying for a baby.

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Imagine John Wick fucking you in his big kitchen, he has you bent over the counter screaming while grabbing at anything you can, the sinks, cutlery, holding out your hand as a sign that you want him to grab it.

So now John is fucking into you, telling you how good you're being whilst your hand rests in his gently. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear "yeah? Ya like that sweetheart" and if you don't answer he'd just chuckle to himself knowing how fucked out you are.

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WHY IS THERE NO WRITING FOR KEANU REEVES CHARACTERS IM ACTUALLY GOING BALLISTIC, I WANT HIM SO BAD WOOF WOOF GRRR, GOING ACTUALLY FERAL, PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE ABOUT HIM, MATRIX, JOHN WICK, BILL AND TED, CONSTANTINE, MATRIX, MATRIX, MATRIX DID I MENTION MATRIX PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE ABOUT HIS CHARACTER FROM THE MATRIX

WHERE DID MY CLOTHING GO?!?! I WANT HIM SO BAD HONESTLY HOW CAN YOU NOT WRITE ABOUT HIM?? ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT ECT ECT BIG ON FLUFF AND ANGST, THERE IS JUST SO MUCH SMUT IN THE WORLD BUT I WILL TAKE ANYTHING

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Angry John face fucking reader till she cries and choking her with his monster cock … just saying … also yes to the mouth kissing over the bulge as a teeny tiny tease

Oh god oh god oh god

You are crying, tears streaming down your face from asphyxiation and the burning ache between your legs, but John has one hair in your hair, keeping your head in place tightly. His dick prods against the back of your throat and you cannot help but moan, looking up at him. He is hot and heavy in your mouth, the prominent vein at the bottom pressing against your tongue, pulsating. Spit and tears run down your chin, and your cunt and jaw ache with every single thrust.

Your arms buck uselessly, wrists stretching against his tie tightly wrapped around them, binding your hands to your back. John's brows furrow, hair falling into his forehead. A deep, carnal sound slips from his throat, as his dick hits the back of yours once more, making you choke and moan around his thick cock. And then,

Then his pristine, freshly polished black dress shoe presses against your thigh, runs it up, nudges your clit. Your hips jolt forward, your eyelids flutter and John shoves his foot betweek your spread legs. The leather is cold and hard, an even surface and you cannot help yourself, cannot stop yourself from rutting down on it. "Yeah, that's fucking it", he rasps, halts fucking into your mouth for a second, watches you rolling your hips onto the leather lf his shoe, wet squelching sounds filling the air, "Fucking whore."

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He’s 0.2 seconds away from deducting points

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Protector

Michael Myers X GN reader

( Michael Myers witnessing reader being abused while stalking)

Warning: Blood, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, slicing, kidnapping, bruises,

Mentioned: Mother, Grandmother, step-father, other family members

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He was stalking you, a new ritual in his mundane life of killing.

Watching and protecting you from the shadows. He knew everything, every inch of your house, every corner of the block. Any interest you had, any secrets? He knew them too.

He didn’t know why he was so drawn to you, what cruel entity bounded his evil heart to your ordinary one.

One day he’d take you, bound you as his. Protect you from all evil nature as you accept his, with or without your desire.

He wasn’t in your home, but outside of it. Looking in at you and your family, he’s seen the arguments, the mistreatment towards you and God did his hands shake with the desire to intervene.

Though he knew you’d hate it, that you’d never accept the monster he was if he killed them.

Usually he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t give a fuck about who hated him. Yet still, his cold heart couldn’t stand the thought of you despising him, your warm eyes staring at him with a cold glare.

Today was different, not for him but for you. Watching through the window as the arguments began again, them verbally cornering you and projecting their insecurities onto you. Yelling at you, casting your flaws for the whole block to hear. Despite your disadvantage you argued back, your fiery heart not daring to back down after years of being disrespected.

Then it came, a hand was raised and a slap was made. The sound echoed throughout the house, the slightly cracked window caught wind of the sound.

His body flinched in reaction,

Resisting every instinct to cause harm, to eliminate, to kill.

Luckily you fought back, your hand swung as you and your mothered tussled.

Your family around you disliked you strongly, so of course they jumped in. Punches and slaps weakening your body from every direction, tears flowed from your gorgeous face like never before.

Though he could tell this wasn’t a first, hearing you tell your closest friend about it.

Blood was drawn, your nose leaked an all to familiar liquid.

He came crashing inside, the common rage flowing through his veins.

He swung his rusty knife as they dispersed all around the room, the screams echoing just like yours did earlier before.

You didn’t look up, crouched on the floor bloody and bruised with a look of lost hope.

And he couldn’t fucking stand being on the same earth as the scum that did that to you.

He swung his knife again, making contact with your mother’s wrist, immediately she screamed. Blooding dripping down on the carpet floor, finally a blood shed that wasn’t yours.

Second swing he missed, not because of his inaccuracy but because of the shock of what happened next.

To see your limp weak body infront of your mothers, covering her with your bruised body. Protecting the ones who caused your suffering. You didn’t speak or yell too busy choking on the sobs from earlier.

His body froze in place, your family thought that was the perfect opportunity to attack him and god they were wrong.

He swung back and your stepfather laid unconscious from the impact.

He didn’t want to disobey your wishes, disobey the only soul that he didn’t want to harm but instead-protect.

He grabbed you, slinging you over his body bridal style. Your grandmother on the phone with the police as the others ran to tend your mother’s bloody wrist and unconscious step father. He carried your shivering body out and you just let him.

You were too tired to fight, too tired to fight off another harm towards you.

Yet he wasn’t harm, he was going to be your fucking protector.

Eventually you fell asleep in his arms, all those hits to your head from them finally taking effect. Soon enough he made it inside the home, nonchalantly walking past the sirens that roamed the streets.

He carried you into the home, placing you on the bed before disappearing in the shadows. To keep watch, but to have enough stealth to sneakily attack any officers who decided to entire his domain.

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Order of the Phoenix Ugly Sweater Competition

Love 'em taking the mick out of each other

Based on that "My boss and I had an ugly sweater competition" pic