#Dirty smut for Brian

[lordprettyflackotara]

Hitchhiker || Chapter Seventeen || The Proxies

tw: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. breeding kink

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Tim blinked slowly, taking a deep breath as he gained consciousness. His vision was blurry, his breath jagged and shallow as he attempted to inhale. A sharp pain rose in his chest as he did so, a grunt falling off of his lips. As his vision settled he went to sit up, ignoring the overly blinding lights. “Slow down,” Jacks voice ordered, the demons large hands grabbing his shoulders firmly. He guided Tim to lay back down, his chest aching as he did so. “Y-you look like shit,” Toby’s voice commented. Tim blinked a few times, his hazy vision settling as he looked over at the youngest proxy.

“What’s the verdict doc?” Tim huffed, ignoring Toby’s comment. Jack swung his examination lamp away from Tim, allowing the brunette to see better. “Cat Hunter’s claws dug into a good layer of your muscle. Luckily for you he didn’t make it past your ribcage,” Jack explained. Tim gritted his teeth as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Meaning what?” He asked. Jack tilted his head to the side curiously. “Meaning none of your organs were affected. They’re still as edible as can be,” Jack quipped, sarcasm lacing his words. Tim looked down at his chest, thick bandages wrapped around his torso. “Toby pack your shit. We have to find Y/n and Hoodie,” He grunted, attempting to get up again. Jack and Toby exchanged looks, before returning their sights back to Tim.

“Tim relax, everything is fine.”

“Relax? That Cat fuck is still out there and so is my girl you dipshit. Toby get moving-”

Jacks harsh voice cut him off before he could ramble orders any further, “Cat Hunter is dead. She killed him.”

Tim felt his blood run cold. “S-she what?” He stuttered. He looked at Toby for confirmation, as if Jack was playing some sick joke. Toby gave him a confirming nod. Many thoughts swirled around Tim’s head. “B-beheaded h-h-him,” Toby elaborated, his neck twitching profusely to the left side. Tim’s eyes widened, his brain racking itself. He didn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe it. “Where is she?” Tim asked, throwing the lousy sheet that covered his lower half off of him. He was silently grateful he was still in jeans. “Upstairs with Nova. Brian’s watching them,” Jack said, attempting to comfort him with his words. He watched as Tim hissed in pain, forcing himself to sit up and get off of the cot.

“Tim I cannot advise you to be moving around like this. You need to lay down,” Jack told him. Tim clenched his jaw, his head pounding as he stood on his feet. “Like hell I will. She needs me,” He grunted. Toby attempted to block the stairway, his arms spread wide. “T-Tim you n-need to s-s-sit down,” He protested. Tim shoved his arm away, trudging past him. “And you need to get the hell out of my way kid,” He argued, forcing himself up the stairs. He gripped the hand rail for support, grunting in pain as he hoisted himself up. The brunette forced himself onto the main floor, his eyes scanning the room for you. “Brian? Where the hell is she?” Tim called out, his voice echoing off of the wooden walls. Brian rushed down the stairs, grabbing Tim’s arm and throwing it around his shoulders. “Tim? What the hell are you doing up?” He questioned.

Tim guided him to the staircase, the pair walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. “I need to see her. How is she?” He asked. Brian bit the inside of his cheek. “Truthfully? She’s torn up. Hasn’t left the bed she’s in. Won’t say much. Won’t eat,” He explained. They made it to the top of the stairs, Tim shoving Brian’s arm off. “Is anyone with her?” Tim questioned. They stood outside of the guest bedroom door, Tim leaning against the wall for support. “Nova is,” Brian answered. The brunette clenched his jaw. “Tell her she needs to step out,” He said. Brian raised his eyebrows. “Step out? And do what? She almost lost function in her goddamn fingers,” He protested. Tim narrowed his eyes, shooting him a dirty look. “She can go ride Jacks dick for all I care. I need a moment alone with Y/n,” Tim huffed. Brian frowned, pushing past him and opening the door.

You were facing the window, Nova facing the opposite direction. You both were lying in the bed, the room completely silent even upon the boys entry. Nova’s eyes were empty, blankly staring at the wooden wall in front of her. Heavy bags hung under her eyes, her fingers completely bandaged. They appeared to be blood soaked, Tim now trying to conceal his distaste for the sight. “Cmon Nova you need to get your bandages changed, EJ’s in the lab downstairs,” Brian said, cocking his head towards the door. What was failed to be mentioned to Tim, was the guilt Brian and Hoodie felt. Brian was a walking bag of guilt, constantly monitoring you out of fear he wasn’t taking care of you enough. He never wanted that for you, no matter how much Hoodie thought it was better for Cat Hunter to be dead. For an innocent like you to be on the other end of the hatchet made him sick to his stomach. His goal was always to protect you, not to turn you into a killer.

However Brian wasn’t good with his words, unsure of what to say to you. Especially after everything was all said and done. Instead he watched over you silently, trying to get you to eat and bathe like a normal human being. Nova emotionlessly slid out of bed, her lips cracked and bleeding from the harsh weather and being stuck together for so long. She mindlessly wondered past Tim and Brian, heading down the stairs obediently. Tim gave his partner a nod, slipping into the room. Once he heard the click of the door shutting, it took everything in him to not throw himself at you. “Princess? It’s me,” Tim said. He approached your side of the bed, your expression almost mirroring Nova’s. That is, if it weren’t for your puffy eyes and red face. The dry splatters of Cat Hunter’s blood still stained your cheeks, the crimson paint now a dried brown.

Your eyes met his, your orbs glassy and filled with sorrow. You threw the blanket off of you, throwing your arms around his neck. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” You mumbled into his shoulder, nuzzling yourself into his neck. Tim’s face scrunched up in pain, the brunette using all of the strength he had left to conceal painful noises that threatened to claw their way out of his throat. “Me? I’m glad you’re okay,” Tim replied, emphasizing his worry about you and you alone. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. Your hair was unbrushed and unkept. You knew you looked like shit, but Tim seemed to see right through it. He slowly pulled back, cupping your face in his hands. “When I was lying in the snow, watching you run off, do you know what I thought to myself?” He asked you softly. You blinked as you looked up at him, your emotions running so high you didn’t notice your waterline flooding with tears.

“I thought I was dying and all I could think about was how I never got to tell you that I love you. And I do. I really fuckin do,” Tim said. The salty tears escaped your waterline, traveling down your cheeks. Tim wiped them away with his thumbs. “Tim-” You started, at a loss for words. He placed his thumb over your lips, stopping you. “Dont. Don’t say anything. You don’t have to say it back. I just have to let you know. I love you,” He whispered. He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs lovingly, admiring you as he looked down at you. Unsurely you brought yourself closer to him, your eyes fluttering shut as you planted your lips on his. Tim never thought of himself to be a greedy man. He never thought he’d allow himself to have you. But Tim realized he would gladly earn the title of the greediest man alive if he allowed himself to have you. All of you.

He kissed you back passionately, his hands lowering themselves to your hips. He pulled you closer, ignoring the pain that throbbed in his chest as he pulled you into his lap. You straddled him, combing your fingers through his hair as you kissed him deeper. You rolled your hips against his, the brunette groaning in your mouth. “I usually take the lead during things like this princess,” Tim said, his lips refusing to stray from his. You swallowed his words eagerly, grinding down against him. “I don’t think you’re in any condition to,” You countered. You softly pushed him back on the bed, his back hitting the mattress as you shoved your shirt over your head. Tim’s pupils became blown with lust at the sight of your bare breast, your nipples growing perky from the cold air.

“Fuck me,” He mumbled, forcing himself to sit up. He brought his mouth to your left breast, sucking on your nipple. You rolled your hips against his, letting out a desperate moan as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. He brought his hand to your right breast, prodding its nipple with his index and middle finger. “Fuck, Tim,” You moaned, a wet patch forming in your panties. Tim looked up at you, admiring your face as you moaned his name. He released your nipple with a pop, flipping the two of you around. He bit back a painful grunt, determined to ignore the pain in his chest. He lowered himself onto his knees, grabbing the hem of your oversized sweatpants. “You have no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you moan my name,” He confessed, pulling your pants and panties down in one swift motion. He lazily tossed them aside, spread your thighs apart with his large hands.

“Tim, please, please make me feel good. I need you,” You whined, bucking your hips upwards. Tim smirked at your pleas. “Whatever my princess wants, my princess gets,” He purred in response. He kissed your inner thighs, watching you paw at his head to come closer. Your fingers found their way in his hair, tugging him towards you. He licked a stripe up your slick, causing you to moan. Tim wrapped his arms around your hips, holding you against the bed as he attached his lips to your clit. “Fuck!” You groaned, grinding your hips against his face as best as you could under his strong grasp. His tongue was merciless, teasing your hole and flicking at your clit with ease. Your juices coated his chin, decorating the stubble that rubbed against your folds.

“Tim! So good. Feels so good. Holy fuck,” You moaned. Teasingly he grazed his teeth over your clit, causing your legs to shake under his hold. You felt a familiar knot form in your stomach, your thighs shaking against his head. He continued to lap at your cunt like a starved man, your orgasm threatening to crash down over you. “Tim i’m gonna fuckin cum, gonna cum,” You babbled. Tim held you down into the bed, forcing you to stay still as you rode out your orgasm. You moaned his name as you came against his tongue, your heart pounding as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “You look so beautiful when you cum for me,” Tim praised, emerging from between your thighs. He struggled to stand, grabbing at his bandages as he joined you on the bed.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to do this,” You say, trying to catch your breath as he laid down beside you. Tim grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you over him. “You have no idea how long i’ve waited to get this view. I can handle it,” Tim debated. You rolled your hips against his aching cock, the tough jean fabric brushing your swollen clit. “Then lay back and relax,” You say, fiddling with his belt. You both pulled down his pants and boxers as quickly as possible, before you aligned yourself with his cock. You slowly lowered your body on his cock, whimpering as you felt yourself stretch out to accommodate his size. “So fucking tight, fuck princess,” Tim groaned, his large hands settling on your waist. He guided you to go down lower, watching as you bit your lower lip.

“Taking me so well,” Tim praised, watching your cunt eagerly swallow his cock. Once you were full sunken on his cock you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. You whimpered in his mouth as he guided your hips to move, his cock brushing right against your g spot. Ever so slowly you began to ride him faster, leaning back to gain more momentum. To Tim you were a goddess, your tits bouncing and head tilted back. It didn’t matter that you were on top. Tim and his large hands guiding your hips had the real power. He began to fuck up into you, his fingers digging into your skin. “Such a tight pussy, fucking hell,” Tim grunted, watching you cling to his cock with every thrust. You tried to keep up with his thrust, the cord inside of your stomach tightening again. “Feel so good Tim. So so good,” You whined. You brought your hand to your clit, drawing fast circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“That’s right princess play with your clit. You’re gonna cum on my cock like a good girl,” Tim huffed. Any pain he felt in his chest was overridden by the pleasure your gummy walls provided. He watched mesmerized as your cunt clung to his cock, milking him for every drop of his cum. His thrust were merciless, abusing your cunt as he pleased. “I’m gonna cum, Tim, i’m gonna fucking cum,” You whimpered, your body so close to the edge. He gripped your skin harder, desperate to bring you to your orgasm. “Go on. Cum on my cock. Need you empty so I can fill you up,” Tim huffed. He felt your walls flutter around him at his words, his eyes widening. “You like that? You wanna have my kids? You filthy girl,” He chuckled darkly. You met his lustful gaze, whimpering. “Yes Tim, wanna have your kids,” You whined.

Tim pounded into you ruthlessly, finally bringing you to your orgasm. “So then cum princess,” He barked. His command made your body shake, your thighs trembling as you creamed around his cock. Euphoria washed over you, your heart pounding in your chest. With a few more thrust Tim was right after you, cumming deep inside of you. His warm seed flooded your cunt, filling you to the brim. You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. He placed a kiss on your forehead, your curious eyes meeting his.

“Wanna go for round two?”

—> next chapter

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

i'm craving you

Word Count - 1700

Requested - Yes - chukys-mouthguard asked: Okay Quinn NHL awards night smut is all i can think about after your little blurb on that reblog, I would be down for a continuation of that if you’re up for writing something 🙈😅🥵

Author's Note - As always thank you for reading . 💜

Warnings - established relationship, y/n used, mentions of oral (m receiving), dirty talk, a quickie, semi-public sex

Summary - You couldn't stop starring at your boyfriend all night at the rewards. All you wanted to do was grab him and go sneak away some place that you could show him how proud you are of him.

Watching Quinn all night truly made you do nothing except trying not to make it look so obvious that you were clutching your thighs to Ellen who was standing to your right. You were watching from afar as Quinn finished up an interview. To be completely honest you weren’t focused on anyone except Quinn. He looked fucking amazing in his new suit and his new haircut was making your stomach feel things. You’ve been fighting the urge to pull him into some dark corner to get on your knees and show him how proud of him you were. Finally, you see a chance as he finishes up the interview. You quickly excused yourself from the rest of the Hughes as you met the oldest one in the center of the room. 

“Hi bubs I’m so proud of you.” you say as you hug Quinn. 

“Thanks baby” as he wraps your arms around your shoulders giving you a quick peck on your head as you turn your face into his chest away from all the lights for a second. 

“You okay love?” He asks as he notices you staying in his embrace a little longer than needed thinking something was wrong. The fans behind the barricades  awwing thinking it was just a cute moment between the happy couple. Little did they know what you were whispering in his ear “I really need you Q. Please Quinny I’ve been craving you all night.” There must have been something in your whines that convinced Quinn to pull away from your embrace. You could see his eyes having an internal battle of what to listen to his brian or his half-hard cock that was slowly starting to strain against his pants. Ultimately he decided his lust for you would win, as he grabbed your hand, both of you walking away to try to find somewhere quiet for a few minutes. You tried not to look too giddy as you both steered towards the opposite side of the ballroom then his family was on. After looking for a few minutes you were in an abandoned hallway far away from the party. Quinn stopped pushing you against the wall to share the first proper kiss since he was Norris two hours prior. You could feel the crown molding of the wall behind on your lower back, as Quinn shoved his tongue down your mouth showing dominance. Your whimpers and moans are covered by the party down the hall as your hands find his curls. He finally pulled away “not here baby hold on.” he whispered his voice heavy with his own need. He opened his eyes and tried the door that was next to you. It was unlocked. “Fucking finally.” As he closed your mouths again and shoved you into the room. 

You pulled away cursing as you felt yourself almost clumsy fall over something. You both open your eyes, Quinn quickly finding the light, discovering it’s a drawstring light behind you. As both of your eyes adjust you realize that you're in a custodian closet. You look at Quinn and you both share a laugh at the fact of where you are. 

“This wasn’t on my bingo card this year…” you say as you grab his face and start kissing him taking over dominance. Slowly making him back up all the way until his back is to the door. 

“Oh yeah you didn’t wanna fuck me in a custodians closet?” he asked as you moved down his neck.

“I never said never, just unexpected.” you say as you continue your attack on his neck. Quinn’s hands find your hips squeezing but also flustered that he couldn’t feel such through the thick material of your dress and spreads his legs so he can feel you as closely as possible. He lets himself enjoy the attack you're making on his neck, especially once you find that particular spot. He lets out a loud groan automatically.

“Not right now, no marks where the camera can see, you wanna be a good girl right?” He asks sternly, and all you do is whine in response, and slowly remove your head from his neck so you can look into his eyes. 

“Please all I’ve wanted to do all night is claim you, give ya just a little bite. Please Quinny.” you beg a giant pout on your lips. Your one hand going to his hair to pull his loose curls and the other sneaking between you both, to slowly grasp him. “All I wanted to do all night is make you feel good” As you slowly take your mouth to his ear to whisper the last part.  “I wanna show you how proud I am of you by letting you fuck my face. Please, my mouth has been craving you all night.” 

He takes your face and pushes it away holding it between his hands. “No. Not right now. Right now I need to feel your warm wet pussy clenching around me. While you force yourself to be quiet so we don’t get caught by the people outside.”  He’s quick to push you into the shelving so that your back is pressed against the sleeves with a bunch of random cleaning supplies. You're a whimpering mess as he leaves wet kisses on your lips and neck. As he slowly pulls back to undo his belt and unzip his pants. “Look at you, you're already flushed. I've barely touched you yet…. What do you need, baby? You gotta tell.” As he slowly comes back, using his fingertips to lightly ghost over everything except where you needed most. 

“you, I need your cock please.” you tell him as your eyes flutter closed the anticipation becomes too much to hand. His hand reaches for your leg that has the slit in it from your dress. He quickly pulls down your throng, leaving kisses on your exposed chest. 

He takes his cock out and gives himself a few pumps before sinking deep into you. You arch your back, your throat gives a small cry of pleasure. Quinn is quickly covering your mouth, “as much as I love all the sounds you make I can’t have it right now. You gotta be a good girl for me. You think you can handle that?” You shake your head yes as a response knowing that he isn’t going to remove his hand. “Fuck you look beatiful being all full from my dick.” Quinn starts thrusting in and out slowly at first making sure you're well adjusted. His one hand on your ass holding your leg up and kneading it hard. You let your back fall back getting lost in the pleasure. 

Quinn quickly picks up the pace, “fuck baby look at you always so goddamn hungry for my cock you couldn’t wait till we got back to the hotel room.” All you could manage to do was pull Quinn closer as he sped up his thrusts. The sound of the creaking shelves behind you turning you on even more as Quinn continued his attack on your neck.Still careful not to leave marks he did not need this shit in the press. You could feel him close by his thrusts get sloppier. He pulled your dress up with his other hand that was holding your mouth, making the way to your clit to help you get closer to your orgasim. You quickly took one of your hands and slipped one of your boobs out squeezing it. “Fuck baby I’m close, you fill always feel so motherfucking tight for me.”

He says as he notices you kneading your right boob. You swear his eyes looked happier in that split second than when they announced him as the winner of the Norris. He quickly took his mouth sucking around your nipple. Then he moved his mouth to leave  a love bite on your boob, you couldn’t hold it anymore. Between Quinn rubbing your clit, still kneading your ass and now playing with your boob you let go. You can feel that familiar tightness growing in the pit of stomach. 

“Fuck i’m cumming bubs.” you say as you tilt your head even further back as you cry in pleasure feeling the euphoria effect from your orgasim building. Watching your face as you came through his eyelids as he continued sucking your nipple. It was enough for Quinn to explode. He continued to slowly thrust into you as you both were still coming down from your highs. His mouth removing itself from your boob and his head falling to your shoulder as your hands found his soft curls. Allowing yourselves to get a minute to make your breaths sound normal again. “Fuck your too good to me bab”  as he kissed your collarbone and slowly pulled out. He went down to the floor to reach a pack of paper towels that fell on the floor from the shaking of the top shelf. He quickly opened the pack and started cleaning both of you up.

“I could say the same for you.” as you look at him cleaning you after fucking the absloute shit out of you. “I am still sad though.” you say softly. Quinn stopped his movements and looked up.

“What?” he asked with concern and confusion clearly on his face. 

“Yeah I still really wanna bite your neck and give you that blowjob to show you how proud I am of you.” as you pretend to pout, arms crossing over your chest.

“Tonight baby girl, promise.” Quinn couldn’t help the big smile on his face as he saw your eyes light up. 

The next morning both you and Quinn have lots of love bites and hickeys. When Luke and Jack knock on our hotel room to tell you guys that we need to hurry up or we will miss our flight. They definitely don’t leave before trying to give Quinn shit for his appearance. Answering the door in nothing but boxers, love bites on his inner thighs, hickeys all different colors down his neck and chest. They especially chirp him when Quinn turns around and they see his back covered in scratches. But Quinn doesn’t give two shits what his little brothers think because he’s happier than he’s ever been. 

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

Hey!! Could we potentially get some Brian Quinn smut? :)

Bathroom Sex -Brian QuinnxFem!Reader

I haven't been on here in a while so I'm so sorry for not getting to this!! (Also i love the way you think, Brian Quinn is everything)

Set After the Punishment Above

Warnings: Fem!Reader; Sal's Younger Sister Reader; Porn with Little Plot; Smut; SoftDom!Brian; Semi-Rough Sex; Bathroom Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Fingering; Oral (Fem Receiving); Dirty Talk (idk man); You almost get caught; Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it people); He doesn't pull out; Soft Fluffy Brian at the End

Summary: After Brian's punishment, you couldn't help to notice how good he looked all sweaty and hot. One thing leads to another, and you finally get to know your brother's best friend a little more personally.

You couldn't believe this was happening. One second, Brian and your brother had come out of their punishment, the next, you were pinned against the wall as Brian had his fingers inside of you inside the bathroom on set.

You could smell the hot sweat radiating off of his body as he kissed and bit your neck, leaving marks that you would have to find out how to cover later. One hand was covering your mouth, the other had its long, thick fingers inside of you, stretching you out, and making you feel incredible.

You moaned against his palm, trying to close your thighs as he got you closer and closer to your release.

"You close? Hmm? I've barely even done anything and your already crumbling sweetheart," Brian mumbled into your neck.

All you could do was moan in agreement as he thrusted his fingers faster inside you, his thumb beginning to circle your clit. He slowly started to kiss down your neck, towards your collar bone, and down to your chest, leaving a wet trail down your skin. He looked up at you, his normally chocolaty brown eyes dark. The way he was smirking into your skin made you clench even harder around his fingers.

"I'm gonna let go, but you have to promise to be quiet. Can you do that, Sweetheart?" Brian spoke into your chest, his eyes never leaving yours.

You quickly nodded your head, and he let go of your mouth. He got onto his knees, his fingers still plunged into you. He licked his lips and removed his thumb from your clit, quickly placing his mouth on the sensitive nerve instead. You had to bite your lip to keep you from moaning out. Brian gripped your thigh like his life depended on it. You gripped his hair, slightly pulling it, forcing him to grunt into your wet pussy.

You were so close, you were practically seeing stars. He inserted a third finger into you, hitting that mushy spot inside of you that caused your knees to collapse. You had to shove your hands against your mouth to stop you from crying out in pleasure as you soaked Brian's chin. His fingers and mouth slowed down, giving you time to come down from your high.

As he stood up, he trailed his hands along your sides, slowly bunching your shirt up as he went. When he was fully standing, he slipped the shirt over your head and threw it onto the sink.

He leaned in and kissed you deeply as he unhooked your bra, throwing that onto the sink as well. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and you couldn't help but whimper at the thought.

"You want more already? God, what did I do to deserve you, Sweetheart?" He said as he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, forcing another whimper out of you. His hand reached up and took the other nipple in between his fingers, rubbing around it. He softly nipped your sensitive nipple between his teeth, his beard scratching your chest.

"I need you. Please- fuck," You muttered.

"What do you need, honey? Come on, tell me baby," Brian spoke, a smirk making it's way onto his face.

"Fuck me, Brian, please?" You said, looking down at him, your lips slightly parted.

"Since you said it so nicely..." Brian leaned down and pulled your pants, and panties, completely off from where they were around your ankles.

He stood up and gripped both of your legs, lifting you up and shoving you even harder against the cool, tiled wall.

It was then that he smiled at you, "Are you one hundred percent positive? We can still stop if you want."

"Brian, I will kill you if you stop now," You spoke, a giggle coming out as you joked.

He unzipped his pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to let his hardened cock escape. You licked your lips hungrily as he slid his tip in between your folds teasingly.

He thrusted into you slowly, first just his tip, then going a few inches farther every couple seconds, forcing you to moan. He kissed your lips hungrily to quiet you.

He finally bottomed out, grunting about how tight you were against your parted lips. You were panting into his mouth, and he was doing the same as he thrusted into you, quickening his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin had to be heard from outside the bathroom, but you couldn't care less. Brian filled you up perfectly, stretching you out slightly and making you feel amazing. Your legs were gripping his waist as he hit that special spot inside you over and over again.

Just then, you heard a knock on the bathroom door. Brian's thrusts slowed, but didn't stop, and you could tell he was close. He shoved his hand against your mouth and motioned for you to be quiet.

"Yeah?" He yelled out to whoever was outside the bathroom.

"Brian? Have you seen Y/N? I'm her ride home and I can't find her anywhere. I'm gonna leave soon," Sal, your brother, spoke from the other side of the door, his irritancy at the situation clear in his voice.

Brian smirked and looked at you, taking a hand and slowly rubbing your clit before speaking again, "No man, haven't seen her. Have you checked the other bathrooms? Or the parking lot, maybe?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll check again. If she isn't there I'm going to have to leave, can you make sure she gets a ride home if I don't?" Sal said.

"Yeah, I'll let her ride with me man," Brian said, winking at you.

God you couldn't wait to get home with this man.

As soon as it was quiet from the other side of the door, Brian sped up, his dick twitching inside of you. You clenched around him.

"You liked that didn't you? Liked me fucking you right in front of your brother? Right where we could get caught? God, you're so fucking hot," Brian muttered into your skin as he left marks on your chest.

Brian was pounding into you at this point, the sound of skin against skin and a wet squelching increasing every second. He took his hand away from your mouth, and put it around your throat softly gripping it. You scratched his back, surely leaving marks, as he got you to your breaking point.

"Bri- I'm gonna-" You couldn't even finish your sentence.

"I know baby, me too. Me too," Brian grunted.

After a few more thrusts, Brian came, his dick twitching as he filled you up with his come. The full sensation and the still-constant thrusting caused you to let go as you came, your wet and his come covering the length of his dick and the inside of your thighs.

He slowly pulled out, kissing your face, neck, and chest as he put you back on your feet. Your legs almost buckled out from underneath you immediately, and he caught you, chuckling.

Brian kissed your forehead, brushing your hair from your face. "Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to fuck you that hard," Brian spoke against you, chuckling.

You laughed, finding your balance and the feeling in your legs. As he smiled at you and handed you your clothes, helping you get dressed, you could only think one thing: You can't wait for the ride home.

[winchesterszvonecek]

"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

Masterlist | Matt Masterlist

You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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All Day - Brian Zvonecek | 18+

Requested: yes

Word count: 2,788

Warnings: smut [dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, unprotected sex (womp womp), creampie?], aftercare <3

A/n: yeah idk hi

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“Imagine how I good I’d feel inside you.” + “I didn’t know you were like this.”

Being with Brian was probably the easiest thing you’d ever done. Easily. He was kind, and gentle, and loving. Just overall a sweet charmer. Working together meant a lot of your time together was spent on calls. 

And today had been intense, a helicopter crashing because of a couple of boys flying a drone was not something either of you expected from the shift but regardless of working on different companies, you and Brian saved a lady’s life. 

And god did he look good doing it. No seriously, seriously, if it wasn’t the life or death situation of a lady you would have been ogling over him the entire time, but you know, professionalism and all. Regardless, the way he took control over all of it? Knew what he was doing? 

Hot. Just so extremely, extremely hot. And it had been on your mind all day. Especially now as you were in the passenger seat of his car on your way to his place. It was difficult keeping your thoughts to yourself, but part of you worried that he’d be, weirded out? That you were turned on by him just doing his job.

So you sat, legs pressed together and your hand innocently in his. Even now as he drove your eyes shifted up from where you two were connected, over his arm, his partially covered bicep that now out of his uniform was only covered by the short sleeve of his button up, and over his face.

“I can feel you staring.” Brian spoke suddenly, glancing over without as much as a turn of his head. Instantly your cheeks went red, turning away from him with a shake of the head.

“I- No, I was just, admiring.” You blubbered out, shifting slightly. Getting caught looking was one thing but getting caught looking because you were having a million and one thoughts of him on top of you was embarrassing to say the least.

Brian turned his head to you briefly, “Mhm, well stop doing that. Hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Tickles,” He chuckled faintly, squeezing your hand. He was very obviously kidding but still, you turned your eyes to look out the window

If you didn’t look at him then maybe you’d be able to control yourself. Except when you got home and he instantly fell onto the couch with his shoes kicked off, you couldn’t help looking over him. 

This time your lingering gaze was not ignored, Brian twisting to look right back at you, “If you’re gonna stare, at least do so over here so I can hold onto you while you do,” He muttered, his hand stretching out lazily.

You sucked in a deep breath before walking over to him. “Maybe I want to admire you from afar.” You teased, grabbing onto his hand. The warmth of his palm made you sigh, instantly being drawn towards him.

“You could but,” Brian yanked your arm just slightly, pulling you onto his lap. “I couldn’t do this,” He smiled, eyes sliding over your face. With your legs around him, you bit your lip, shrugging just slightly.

It took nearly everything inside of you to not grind down against him, instead putting your arms over his shoulders, one hand slipping into his hair. “Hm, you’re right. I like this,” You grinned, feeling his hands sliding up your thighs. “Yeah, like this a lot.” 

Slowly you leaned forward, pressing your lips to him, giving up on whatever control you had over yourself. Brian was just too damn intoxicating and you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Apparently he was on the same page though, his grip going to your hips just tightly enough to push you down against him.

A soft groan rumbled through you, repeating the motion, this time without any outside force needed. As soon as you pulled back his lips were on your neck – hot open mouthed kisses going across your skin. “God I’ve wanted this all day,” You muttered out, tugging just slightly at his hair.

The tickle of his mustache always made you squirmy, that on top of the annoyance in your pants made you rock down against him steadily, not caring how needy it made you look. “All day?” Brian muttered, pushing your shirt off your shoulder.

“Well, since,” A moan cut you off as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone. “Since that helicopter call.” You weren’t going to say anything but as soon as it came out, his hands slid up your sides, one staying splayed out on your back.

Brian’s eyebrow lifted, confused on how you decided you wanted him like this on a call of all places. “The helicopter call?” He questioned, tucking stray strands of hair off of your face. Softly you hummed in response, scratching just slightly at his scalp.

“Mhm, watching you take everything apart, and lifting it. I don’t really know. Did something to me.” You burned red as you admitted it to him. He instantly shifted to grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and off of you.

The sudden coldness of the room made you suck in a breath, his lips immediately connecting to your chest. You held him to your chest, the growing bulge in his jeans giving you more friction, his hands grabbing wherever they could.

Your sides, hips, thighs, ass. Everywhere. If he could touch you everywhere all at once he would. “You know,” You breathed out, looking down at him. “When I first met you, I didn’t know you were like this.” 

Honestly, meeting young Brian Zvonecek his first year on truck was crazy. He was a goofy guy. His hair was still unruly, he’d gotten better at styling it now but you liked it before either way. He’d filled out his uniform nicely, again, not that you weren’t infatuated from first sight but it was more so the growing together that got you. And you were thankful for that daily.

Brian’s hands went back up your thighs, squeezing as they did. “Yeah, and I didn’t know I was like this, either. And I thought you were shy when I first met you... Now look at you, huh?” He always did manage to have a sort of cocky attitude when he had you like this. Which, lucky for him, was pretty often.

You left out a soft whimper at his tone, biting your lip. Brian reached up more, moving to unbutton your jeans, looking up at you. Easily you shifted enough to get them off, not caring that you were just in your underwear and bra, not when his eyes hungrily grazed over you.

Your fingers found the clasp of his belt and button of his jeans, looking over his face, “You’re overdressed for the occasion.” You leaned forward into his ear, whispering softly. Without any hesitation, he shifted you off of him, standing to shove off his pants, the buckle hitting the floor with a clang.

No matter how many times you saw his body it alway, always made you want him more than you originally did. Though, watching the button up hit the floor was always a bit upsetting, you always loved them. Especially this one, red, birds all over it. He was wearing it the first time he fingered you so it always brought back memories to say the least.

As soon as he was sat back on the couch, the only thing covering him being his boxers, he reached his hand out again. Easily you crawled back onto his lap, lips crushed together the second you could. 

Every movement together made him groan, his hands reaching around to finally unclasp the bra that covered your chest. As soon as it joined the other clothes on the floor, he slid his hands up your chest, cupping each breast in his hands.

Your back involuntarily arched towards him, his fingers tweaking your nipples as you did. A low groan bubbled in the back of your throat, bucking your hips down against him. “God Bri, you feel so good.” Each word was mumbled but he understood each of them, his mouth coming up to your ear.

He pressed a kiss right under it, still feeling you up, “Imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” The words came out before he could even think them over, the pure lust and horniness front and foremost in his mind.

Neither of you were even sure what to say, you out of pure shock at his confidence and how much that turned you on and him out of slight embarrassment. Regardless it went away within seconds, you shifting onto your back and pulling him on top of you.

“Say that again.” You muttered, craning your head up to kiss his neck. He shook his head slightly, going to decline. “Brian, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. Say it again.” 

That was enough to spark something inside of him, his fingers walking up the inside of your thigh, “Well in that case, I said, imagine how good I’d feel inside of you.” His index finger danced along the top of your underwear, agonizingly slow over the exact spot you actually wanted him, your eyes hooded as he looked over you.

Impatiently you tried to lift into him, his touch pulling away as you did. He kneeled back onto his knees, fingers racing up to loop over the band. As always, he hesitated, waiting for a sure nod and yes before doing anything. “Go ahead,” You spoke firmly with a nod, already lifting your hips up for him to remove the last layer of your clothing.

Brian pulled them off, his hands going right back to the upper most part of your thighs. Gently he nudged one of your legs around him, propped up under one of the pillows on the couch. “I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He muttered, trailing a finger through your folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could.

You nodded quickly, your hands balled into fists to try and keep yourself still for him. Not that he was much of a tease, not on days like this. He was always the type to give you just what you wanted, it was in his blood. He was a pleaser. And boy did he please.

So it was no surprise how quickly and easily he pressed his middle finger into you, curling it up like he had done this a million times. Your eyes glazed over his body, trickling down to where he moved his digit inside of you. “Fuck, Brian,” His name practically dripped the same way you were out of you.

He watched how you reacted to each movement, slipping his ring finger in as soon as your hips bucked up, unable to stay still anymore. Every pump made a disgusting squelch but he was hitting the exact spot, your hand coming up to grab onto his arm.

“Just- just like that,” You groaned out, nodding tightly. There was an attempt to keep your eyes on him. Really, but as soon as you started to clench around him and the outer edge of your vision went white, you scrunched your eyes closed. 

Brian slowly slowed inside of you, making sure to ride you out of the high entirely before he leaned over you, making a show of licking over his fingers. “For someone so gorgeous, you taste just as good.” He spoke, leaning down to kiss you before you could even say anything back.

Granted no words were even coming to your mind, just overwhelmed with the pulsing in between your legs. That and the bulge that was still hidden away. You reached between the two of you, palming at him. 

“I think these should come off.” You sighed out, him kissing your cheek, and then jaw before sitting back like he had before, this time discarding his boxers. Instantly you felt yourself clench around nothing, always a mess for him. “God, please fuck me.” You muttered, more so under your breath and to yourself but not unheard to the man above you.

“Trust me. I plan to,” He hummed, sliding his fingers through your mess, using the wetness to get himself ready, not that he wasn’t already completely swollen and dripping his own precum. You whined faintly, sensitive to the touch as you tried to push closer to him.

He leaned down, kissing your lower stomach before gently sliding inside of you. Your mouth gaped open as he did, your hand once again found his arm, wrapping around his forearm. Slowly he started to thrust into you, planting himself on either side of your head.

Your gaze would have stayed on his face if you weren’t distracted by the way his bicep tightened as he held himself up. And you were sure if you could see the way his back muscles looked right now, you’d be a complete and utter mess. Well, more so than you already were.

“This what you wanted from me all day?” Brian noted the way your eyes were locked on his arm. “For me to be on top of you like this?” His hips snapped up, the usually gentle man unable to help how turned on he was.

Having someone be so attracted to him that they were thinking about him at work? When they weren’t being all coupley at home? When he was just, being Otis? Just being Brian? It worked its way into his mind and each hit into you was enough proof you needed of that.

Your eyes went back up to his face, eyebrows pulled together as you nodded, “Yes, god, yes it was.” You moaned out, the way your mouth hung open the perfect chance for Brian to run his thumb over your bottom lip.

“How bad?” You didn’t answer right away, making him lean closer to you. “How badly did you want me to fuck you while we were at work?” He repeated, his palm pushed to the side of your face, holding you there.

The knot in your stomach was already tightening, everything about how he was acting simply sent you over. “So bad baby,” You whined, “So so bad.” A breath caught in your throat as you dug your nails into his skin.

Before you could give warning, your back lifted, electricity running throughout your entire body as you tightly clenched around him. “Bri-” His name didn’t even come out louder than a squeak as he kept his pace up, chasing his own release.

It wasn’t far behind yours, the man only stilling with a groan as he came, filling all of you up. Your eyes locked on one another, his thumb lightly gracing your cheek. Once you’d both pulled yourselves together he leaned down to grab his boxers, putting them underneath you before pulling out.

That was the only thing that kept your mess from getting onto the furniture but he leaned down, peppering soft kisses over your face, the hair above his lip making your nose scrunch up. He waited a couple moments before pressing a long and firm kiss to your lips. “You alright?” Brian made sure to question, taking your soft nod as a good enough answer.

Slowly he stood, grabbing onto your hands to help you up and into the bathroom. “Here, go to the bathroom, I’ll start a bath for you and go clean up okay?” His voice was soft, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead as you sat on the toilet.

Without another word he turned the water on to get warm before disappearing from the room, reappearing a couple minutes later with a new set of clothes for both of you nicely folded. “You want help getting in?” Brian offered, gingerly taking your hand to help you stand and step into the bathtub. 

The two of you sat there for a bit, Brian washing your hair for you while leaving more and more kisses over your shoulders and the back of your neck. Once you were out, dry and clothed, the two of you moved to his bed, his arms wrapped around you.

Slightly you shifted to face him, placing your hand on the side of his face, “Can I tell you a secret?” You asked, a smile fighting to grow on your face. He nodded instantly, mumbling an ‘always’ under his breath. “I love you.”

A blush crossed his cheeks as he thought for a second. “Can I tell you a secret?” He countered, raising his eyebrows together. With a giggle you nodded, already knowing what was going to be said. 

“I love you too.”

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i am potentially just perhaps perchance maybe begging on my hands and knees for brian / hoodie and reader smut.... your writing is so good it scratches my brain just right

Absolutely!! I’ve been on a Tim and Brian CRAZE. And honestly a fall craze too since it’s my favorite season so I hope you don’t mind! Thank you sm for the ask 🖤🖤

BRIAN/HOODIE SMUT

Fandom: Creepypasta/ Marble Hornets

Plot: Some sex in the woods 😊

Warnings: Fingering, nipple play, not much else

You didn’t know if you’d be able to ever get used to the way Brian’s gloved hands ran down your body. You didn’t know if you’d ever get used to fucking in the woods! Lord knows you’d never do this if he hadn’t practically forced you into trying it. The sharp fall wind hit your skin immediately as he lifted your shirt, pushing your bra out of the way to get to your erect nipples. His mask was pushed just above his nose, giving his mouth just enough access to you. His warm tongue was a beautiful contrast to the wind that chilled you. The way he swirled around your sensitive bud was just enough to pull small moans from your lips.

Brian was more of the silent type, even when fucking he didn’t feel much of a reason to make noise. Small growls and grunts here and there but usually his hands did most of the talking. He let his gloved hand slide slowly into your pants, giving your clit the attention it so desperately needed. His free hand squeezed your breast, running up and down your side tenderly.

He liked taking it slow with you. If he wasn’t recording you, he’d be fucking you like the one true love you were. Today his pace was almost agonizingly slow.

“Bri… Come on baby…” You tried your hardest to coax him faster. You knew your words of encouragement would make his mind fuzzy, softening him so you could work him just the right way.

He pushed two gloved fingers into you, feeling your slick soak through the fabric as his thumb continued to work your clit. Your soft moans only made his pace grow quicker. He wanted his glove to be soaked with your sweet juices. He wanted to be able to smell you whenever he wore them. Fuck how he loved how sweet you were.

Your small hands clutched his broad shoulders, sharp nails digging into the fabric of his hoodie. You could feel his muscles flexing with each pump of his fingers.

The mix of his tongue on your sensitive bud and his fingers deep inside of you made your eyes roll back. Your orgasm creeping closer with each deep pump of his gloved fingers and each swipe of his tongue.

He could feel the heat radiating off of your flushed skin. No matter how cold it was out, he knew just how to get you heated. You wouldn’t ever need clothes with him around to keep you warm. You could almost feel his smirk against your skin as your moans got louder. All you could hope was that no one was close by. Heavens forbid anyone heard you…

Brian on the other hand almost hoped someone heard you and came to investigate. He wanted anyone to see how good you were for him, how you would let him do anything to you. He wanted to hear the creeps talking about how you got dirty with him in the woods. Wanted to see the blush creep up onto your cheeks when you heard their comments.

Every time he didn’t record he wished he did. He wished he pulled out his camera to capture your euphoric expression as your orgasm overcame you. He wished he had multiple angles. He took a mental picture instead. Slowly he pulled his fingers out from your pants, stuffing them in your mouth while he fixed your clothes, making sure you looked presentable.

When he was sure you had a good taste he removed his fingers, taking off his gloves and shoving them in his back pocket. He picked you up in his arms, giving you a soft kiss followed by a loving smile. Giving him a soft smile in return you pulled his mask back down, giving him a kiss on his mask’s painted frown. You listened to the leaves crunch under his heavy work boots, your head rested against his muscular chest that even under all the layers he was wearing you could still feel.

The walk back to the mansion was long but there’s no place you’d rather be than in his strong arms.

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Lingerie

2.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din shows you how he feels about lingerie.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), fluff with smut, established relationship, semi-public sex (people are downstairs), fingering, oral (f receiving), body worship (like in the lingerie), maybe a little degradation kink (whore/slut, affectionate), a bit of daddy kink, dirty talk, lots of pet names (pretty bird, baby, bunny, pretty girl, etc.), no implied age gap

A/N: Another one shot in the same modern AU where Din is a retired mob enforcer and now owns/runs a boxing gym where the mob guys hang out - this one takes place at the gym! I'm almost done the first two chapters of the "main" fic and hope to start posting soon. The chapters are kind of a slow burn as reader and Din meet, date, etc. so these one shots where their relationship is established is where all the smut is at for now - hee hee! 🤭 (Series Masterlist)

“I think it’s kind of a waste of money?”

“…and time? Like you’re just taking it off.  Too many snaps and stuff.”

“I dunno.  Maybe it sets the mood or something.”

“Well, she was pissed.  Got dressed and stormed off and now I think I’m supposed to apologize?”

“Dude, forget her!  Imagine getting pissed about underwear.”

This gets the group laughing and Din looks up briefly from his paperwork at the guys sitting around the boxing ring, relaxing after a long day of work and work outs.  One of the younger guys that’s only been working at the gym for a few months catches his eye and calls over, “Boss!  What do you think? Lingerie – worth it?”

Din shuffles his papers into a neat pile and takes off his glasses before walking over to join the group.  The truth was, before you, he hadn’t really given much thought to lingerie.  If a partner wore something lacy and matching, it was nice but not really a must have.  Before you, he might have agreed: lingerie was just something to take off.  But on you.  Lingerie on you made him feral.  Din knew that you loved your matching sets and that you wore lingerie mostly for yourself, but that just made it hotter – knowing that you had a little racy secret that wasn’t meant for anyone else drove him crazy.  And somehow, the lingerie you wore only accentuated your loveliness - you never wore anything overly complicated; just soft lace resting against your already soft skin, pretty bows decorating your pretty curves.  He might have inadvertently drooled on more than one occasion upon undressing you.  For those few times you had worn something especially for him, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming – what had he done to deserve you wrapping yourself so delicately and offering yourself up to him like a present?  His mind flashes to soft lace cups barely covering your nipples.

The snapping of an underwear band against your hip.

See-through mini dresses that flutter when you bounce on his lap.

Panties made of thin material with enough give to accommodate his whole hand.

Delicate satin straps slipping off your shoulder allowing the attached fabric to fall, revealing your breast. 

He loved lingerie on you, and found that more often than not, he didn’t take it off completely when he fucked you.

Din finds himself starting to get hard just thinking about your body barely covered in something flimsy and sheer, and he has to remind himself that he’s still at work.  Chuckling, he says to the group, “I think, if you’re lucky enough to undress a girl, Brian, you should be worshipping anything she lets you see.”

The hoots and hollers that follow are briefly interrupted when the front door of the gym opens and the unmistakeable pitter patter of canine feet approach the men on the gym floor.   The dog makes a beeline for Din; he greets the pup with enthusiastic scratches, with the rest of the guys coming over to get their share of doggy love.  Din looks up to see you following, carrying pizza boxes and an assortment of takeout containers and he can’t help but grin widely.  He leaves the dog to the guys’ choruses of “Who’s a good boy?” and comes over to help you. He had texted you earlier to let you know he was working late tonight finishing up month-end tax forms, and even though he had said he would just grab a bite to eat while he worked, you knew he wouldn’t. Missing him after your own long workday, you decided to pick up some food and take a cab over to surprise him.

Din takes the food from you with one hand and put his other on the small of your back, using it to pull you in firmly for a deep kiss.  You brace your now free hands on his broad chest as he presses into you and wonder what’s got him so riled up.

The pizza boxes and take out are deposited on a table and the guys make their way over, offering their profuse thanks before diving in to the boxes.  One of the bigger boxers, Chris, turns to you, but avoiding Din’s eyes, asks, “Do you mind helping us with a lady question, ma’am?”

Ma’am?  You giggle to yourself, that’s a new one; you decide that the moniker is a sign of respect for Din and not any commentary on your age so you smile, “Sure, what’s up, boys?”

“Is it okay if a man doesn’t care about your lingerie?”, he continues quickly, “I mean not your lingerie!! Hypothetically… I mean, um, that is…. Um, in general like, if a girl is wearing lingerie, do you have to pretend to like it?”

You must look so confused because Din steps in and explains, “Brian’s girl wore something nice for him and he told her he didn’t care about lingerie, so she left and now she isn’t speaking to him.”

Din looks thoroughly entertained, but Brian looks both so mortified and curious from where he’s standing a little further back that you decide to take pity on him and try to keep your expression thoughtful.

“Here’s the thing, guys, we don’t wear it for you or anyone else; lingerie is for ourselves.  To make us feel any number of things: sexy, confident, soft, sweet, powerful, whatever.  So please don’t tell a woman you don’t care about her feeling good?” There’s a chorus of “Ohs” and some nodding among the crowd.  You start gathering the boxes that hold Din’s dinner as you continue, “And in general, I think effort should always be acknowledged?”

There is a murmuring of consensus and you mouth to Brian, “Call her” before you head up the stairs to Din’s office; you feel Din’s foot steps close behind, and behind his, the dog’s.

Once in the office, the pup plops himself down on the dog bed Din keeps under his desk, as you lay out Din’s dinner in front of his computer.  You realized you never asked if he wanted to have dinner in his office, so you quickly confirm, “I didn’t mean to assume you wanted to eat up here!  Did you want to or do you want to go back down to the group?”

Din loves your thoughtfulness, but the idea that he might want to spend time with a bunch of gym rats instead of you is laughable.  He takes your hand and leads you over to his small office couch; sitting, he pulls you down on top of him so you’re straddling his thighs.

“Pretty bird, nowhere I would rather be than right here.”

Your lips meet his for an eager kiss, and your hands automatically reach up to run through Din’s hair as his roam your back and knead your ass.  When you pull back, you see he has a lazy grin on his face; he really can be so adorable and you give him a little peck on his nose before asking playfully, “So, did they ask you what you thought of lingerie?  What did you say?”

Din laughs, “I told those youngsters they need to appreciate how lucky they are that any beautiful woman would let them look at her, never mind in her underwear.”

You chuckle and lightly kiss his nose again, “What about you?”

“Me? There’s only one beautiful woman I see in underwear and I appreciate her very, very much.” Din punctuates his last words with a light spank to your ass causing you to give a little yelp in surprise.

“No,” you continue, almost shy, “do you… like it?”

“Like it?”, Din kisses your neck as he continues, “Baby, your lingerie drives me fucking crazy.”

He doesn’t stop kissing your neck, but does move his hands to untuck your shirt and slip his hands underneath, lightly running them up and down your bare sides.  Whispering hotly in your ear, he goes on, “Always, so fucking sexy, bunny.  You’re like a sweet little present ready for me to unwrap.”

His hands have moved up to your breasts, thumbs running over the tops of your bra lace before dropping slightly to rub over your hardening nipples through the fabric.  Kissing across the column of your throat, his voice low when he reaches your other ear, “Love the way your tits spill out of your bras and the tops bounce, right into my mouth. And these…” Din rolls your nipples between his fingers as he speaks, “I love I can still get your nipples hard even through this pretty lace. Fuck you’re always so pretty in your pretty lingerie, baby.”

Din has his mouth buried in your neck, but you can still hear his dirty words and they’re making you moan, “Pretty sounds too, bun.  You always make the prettiest, sluttiest noises for me when you’re all wrapped up.  Drives me insane.  Sweetheart, love sucking on your tits through the fabric, getting it all wet.  Have to stop myself from biting down and ripping it off with my teeth, you get me so hot.  And your panties, fuck, baby…”

You whimper as Din growls, “Fuck.  So pretty, barely covering your hot ass and sweet pussy.  Goddamn, I love how soaked they get for me.”  He takes one hand out of your shirt and snakes it up your skirt; just brushing the front of your panties with his knuckles, finding them wet, “…like this. Fuck yes, pretty bird.”

By now, you’re making little movements to grind against Din’s hand, hoping to find the delicious pressure you need. You kiss him hard and he uses his other hand to lift and bunch up your shirt just above your bra; he leans back to admire your lingerie choice today: mint green and sheer, with embroidered floral lace covering your most delicate and delectable parts.  With the slight up and down motion you’re making, your breasts are already bouncing and Din cannot take his eyes off of you, “So soft, pretty girl.  And.. there we go, right into my mouth.” He dives in, taking as much as your breasts in his mouth as he can and sucks, causing you to let out a throaty moan.  You clasp both your hands over your mouth to muffle the sound, and in that split second have a moment of clarity. “Din!” you chastise, as you gently push him off your chest by his shoulders, “you haven’t had dinner yet! You’re supposed to be eating.”

Din flashes you the biggest smirk before pulling you down by your hips and turning you so you’re laying your head at one end of the small couch, “Oh, don't worry your pretty head, bunny. I plan on eating.”  You can’t help but giggle as he starts to move down your body.  Down your chest, mouthing each lace covered breast before moving on and peppering your stomach with kisses.  Din leans back and lifts your skirt until he sees your matching panties, not missing the way a spot is darkening on the fabric. “All this for me, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” you moan quietly, closing your eyes in pleasure.

Din reaches forward and starts to rub your clit through the fabric, earning him a louder whine, “Please, Din… please.”

Without stopping his slow circles on your clit, Din shifts back on the couch and crouches down to face your cunt, “Love how wet you are for me, pretty bird.  Looks good enough to taste.”

He uses his free thumb to hook the gusset of your panties and pulls them aside; the cool air hits you right away and you have a moment to enjoy the chill against your wet core before Din dives in.  He starts by licking a stripe up your seam, and repeats this with increasing pressure while putting more and more of his mouth on you.  Your head falls back and you cry out in pleasure with every pass of his tongue over your hole.   Head now cloudy with desire, you use your hands to pull down the cups of your bra, freeing your breasts so you can grab at them and pull on your nipples; when Din sees this, he groans into your pussy and the vibration makes you whimper.  Taking this as encouragement, Din licks up and begins sucking on your clit while he teases your slit with his fingers.  Your slick having now coated two of his fingers, Din plunges them into you in one smooth motion, all the way in to his first knuckles causing you to let out an obscene moan from the stretch.  You once again clasp your hands over your mouth to muffle your sounds, but Din uses the hand that isn’t pumping in and out of you to pull your hands down by the wrist and place them back on your breasts, “Want to hear you use your whore mouth, bunny,” he mumbles as he nips at your clit.

“But what if someone hears and comes up?”

“Not even those knuckleheads downstairs would be dumb enough to come in,” Din chuckles, “Let them hear you, baby.  Let them know how good their boss makes you feel.”

Din’s right, none of the guys would come up and bother Din while you were here, but for a moment, you imagine what it would look like if one of them did open the office door right now: you splayed out on the couch, with your top pushed up and your bra pulled down, tits hanging out while their boss has his fingers deep in your cunt and his head in between your legs.  The whole image has a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of you while you clench hard on Din’s fingers.

“Oh, did my little slut like that?  Does it turn you on, the idea of other guys seeing me wreck your pussy?”

“Oh, g-god. Din, no…I-“

“Don’t lie, pretty girl. You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?  Want other guys to see your pretty tits and wet pussy, knowing they can only look and they can’t touch?”

“Yes, daddy! I’m such a fucking whore for you.  Only you can touch me like this… feels so g-good.  Oh yes..yes!” You’re babbling now as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening below your stomach.

Din knows your body well, so he doubles down on your clit, sucking and toying with your nub like a man on a mission.  He adds a third finger and keeps up a steady rhythm that has you hurtling towards the edge. 

“I’m close!” you gasp, your eyes are closed and your hands pulling and rolling your nipples so hard it hurts just the right amount to add to your overwhelming pleasure.  The squelching coming from Din’s fingers fucking your pussy mixed with your and his filthy noises are pushing you further and further towards your climax; you’re almost there when Din growls into your cunt, “Come for me.”

And you do.  You come hard on his hand and mouth, crying out so intensely that ironically, no noise comes out as you shudder and arch your back off the couch.  Din slows down his hand and slowly fucks you through your high while he continues to lightly kiss you all over your mound.

When you’ve come down from your climax, Din removes his fingers from your dripping hole; you pout a little from the loss but gladly open up when his brings his fingers up to your mouth, taking in all three fingers and sucking them clean.  With his hands clean, Din straightens you up, adjusting your panties and bra so everything is sitting on your body pretty again and pulls down your shirt and skirt.  You can still taste yourself on him when he kisses you tenderly, “You did so good, pretty bird, coming so sweetly for me.  Did that answer your question about how I feel about your lingerie?”

Smiling, you nod, still a little light headed from your orgasm, “What about you, Din?” You run your hand gently over his crotch, feeling his hard cock strain against his pants; you look up at him with want in your eyes.

Din smirks.  “Don’t you worry, bunny.  When I’m done this paperwork, I’m going to take you home and soak that pretty bra and panty set in my cum.”

[muiitoloko]

I was thinking could you do another Phil Allen story, this time with a female character. I had an idea that his son’s girlfriend had a half sister and she comes over from the US to see her sister. She meets Phil because obviously her sister is dating his son. They get get to know each other and develop a connection, they embark on a secret relationship due to their fear of what his son and her sister’s reaction would be. They mainly meet up in her hotel room. Do what you want with that idea.

Title: Dirty little Secret

Summary: You knew this was worth it.

Pairing: Phil Allen (Blow Dry) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: I absolutely loved your idea for Phil! It's such a juicy premise with plenty of potential for drama and intrigue. I've crafted a one-shot based on your concept, and I can't wait for you to read it! I hope you enjoy the story—I put my heart and soul into it. Let me know what you think!

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As you lazily caress Phil's chest, your mind drifts to the complicated web of emotions that entangled the two of you in a forbidden love affair. You're tired of hiding your affection for Phil, tired of sneaking around like teenagers trying to avoid getting caught. But Phil's reluctance to make your relationship public weighs heavily on your heart, reminding you of the countless obstacles that stand in the way of your love.

Being Christina Robertson's half-sister only adds fuel to the fire, as you come from the lineage of Phil's rival, Raymond Robertson. The tension between your families is palpable, a constant reminder of the divide that separates you from Phil.

The fact that you're also his son's sister-in-law from Phil's son, Brian Allen, makes your situation even more precarious. Brian's relationship with Christina only adds another layer of complexity to the mix, as your very existence threatens to unravel the delicate balance of their romance.

Despite all the odds stacked against you, neither you nor Phil can resist the magnetic pull that draws you together. From the moment you met, there was an undeniable chemistry between you, a spark that ignited a flame of passion that refuses to be extinguished.

And so, here you are, stealing moments of intimacy in the confines of your hotel room, the only place where you can truly be yourselves without fear of judgment or reprisal. It's not the ideal situation, but for now, it's enough to sustain you, enough to keep the flame of your love burning bright in the darkness.

But as you lie there with Phil, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you can keep up this charade. How much longer can you live in the shadows, denying yourselves the chance to be together openly and without shame?

With a sigh, you bury your face in Phil's chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne as you cling to him desperately. You know that the road ahead won't be easy, that there will be countless obstacles and challenges to overcome. But as long as you have each other, you're willing to face whatever comes your way, together.

When Phil gently tugs on your hair, turning so he's above you, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.

With a soft moan, you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he leans in to kiss your lips with a hunger that leaves you breathless. His lips are soft yet demanding, claiming you as his own with each passionate kiss, his tongue tracing lazy circles against yours as he explores every inch of your mouth with a fervor that leaves you dizzy with desire.

But as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck, your mind reels with the knowledge that this forbidden love affair could spell disaster for both of you. The thought of being caught in the throes of passion with Phil fills you with a heady mix of excitement and fear, your heart racing in your chest as you cling to him desperately, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws you together.

His tongue flicks out to tease your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body as he sucks and nibbles on each one with a skill that leaves you gasping for breath.

You arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he takes you in his mouth, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your hardened peaks as he worships your body with a devotion that leaves you trembling with desire. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your hands tangling in his hair as you urge him to take more of you into his mouth.

With a low growl of desire, Phil complies, his mouth closing around your nipple with a fierce intensity that leaves you gasping for air. He sucks and nibbles on your sensitive flesh, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer tugs, each movement driving you closer to the edge of oblivion as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

And as Phil's erection pressed against your thigh, a surge of excitement rippled through your body, your fingers tingling with anticipation as you reached between the two of you to grasp his throbbing member. With a soft moan, Phil released your nipple from his mouth, his gaze locking with yours as he watched you stroke his cock with practiced ease.

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt your hand wrap around him, your fingers trailing over the rough but well-trimmed pubic hair that framed his length. Phil took pride in his grooming habits, always meticulous in his attention to detail, especially when it came to his appearance below the belt.

With a grunt of frustration, Phil pulls your hand away from his throbbing cock, his desire evident in the way he grips your wrist tightly, his eyes smoldering with need as he gazes down at you. "I like your touch, darling," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "But I need more than just that. I need to bury myself in your sweet pussy, to feel you clenching around me as I fuck you senseless. Feel your taste on my tongue."

You whimper in response, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment as you watch Phil lower his head between your spread thighs. His fingers part your lower lips with practiced ease, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive clit as he explores every inch of your pussy with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

You cling to his hair desperately, your hips arching off the bed as you chase the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your skin. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath hitching in your throat as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

But just as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, Phil pulls away with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal as he gazes down at you with a devilish grin.

"Sorry, darling," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I can't have you ruining my hairstyle."

You roll your eyes in amusement at his antics, unable to resist teasing him in return. "Oh, please," you retort, your voice laced with mock indignation. "Your hairstyle was ruined the moment you woke up this morning."

Phil feigns a disappointed sigh, his hand pressed dramatically against his chest as he gazes up at the ceiling in mock despair. "Oh, the cruelty of fate," he laments, his voice thick with sarcasm. "To be blessed with such natural beauty, only to have it marred by a simple touch."

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics, the tension between you dissipating in the face of his playful banter. With a playful swat to his shoulder, you pull him back down to you, your lips crashing together in a passionate kiss as you lose yourselves once more in the heat of the moment.

With a low growl of desire, Phil's lips find yours once more, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he claims you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his naked body as you revel in the exquisite sensation of his skin against yours.

But just as the heat between you threatens to consume you both, Phil pulls away with a reluctant groan, his eyes smoldering with desire as he mumbles something about getting a condom. You nod eagerly in response, your heart racing with anticipation as you watch him disappear into the bathroom.

Alone in the dimly lit room, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what's to come. The anticipation coils in your belly, aching to be released as you wait for Phil to return to you, his cock hard and ready to claim you once more.

And when he finally emerges from the bathroom, a condom in hand, you can feel your pulse quicken with desire at the sight of him. His body is a masterpiece, every line and curve a testament to his raw masculinity as he stalks towards you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

With a wicked grin, Phil crawls back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your spread thighs. His cock is thick and swollen, glistening with pre-cum as he rolls the condom onto his length with practiced ease.

You watch with rapt fascination as he sheaths himself, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins at the thought of him filling you completely. With a low growl of desire, Phil leans down to claim your lips once more, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance.

And then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the hilt as you cry out in pleasure. Your walls clench around him, the sensation of him stretching you to your limits sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of his touch.

With each thrust, Phil drives you closer to the edge of oblivion, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chases his own release. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire as you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment.

As the pleasure washed over you, your mind couldn't help but drift back to the tangled web of secrecy that surrounded your relationship with Phil. Despite the intensity of your connection, the thought of being his secret weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the ecstasy of the moment.

"Phil," you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper as you clung to him desperately. "When are you going to tell Brian about us?"

Phil paused mid-thrust, his movements slowing as he processed your question. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

But then, with a sardonic chuckle, he leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked down at you. "Gee, darling," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must be really bad at fucking if that's what you're thinking about at a time like this."

You scolded him with a playful swat to his chest, your voice laced with annoyance as you chastised him for his flippant response. "That's not what I meant, Phil," you insisted, your tone firm with resolve. "I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I want us to be able to be together openly, without having to hide like teenagers sneaking around behind closed doors."

But Phil ignored your protest, his movements becoming slow and deliberate as he continued to fuck you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered words of affection in your ear. "But you love it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "To be my dirty little secret, to have me sneaking into your hotel room and fucking you on this fancy mattress before I have to sneak out again like some kind of forbidden lover."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words, the thrill of secrecy adding an intoxicating edge to your passion as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. With a soft moan, you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely as you lost yourself in the heat of his touch.

"God, Phil," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as you clung to him desperately. "Fuck me harder, make me yours completely. I want everyone to know that you're mine, that we belong together no matter what."

With a sparkle of mischief dancing in his eyes, Phil held your hips firmly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the heat of his body pressed against yours as he intensified his thrusts. The headboard rattled against the wall with each powerful stroke, echoing the rhythm of your shameless moans as you called out his name in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice filled with raw desire as he buried himself deep inside you, hitting all the right spots with each delicious thrust. "Harder, please, I need you to fuck me harder!"

Phil's lips curled into a wicked grin as he obliged your request, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. He knew just how to push you to the brink of ecstasy, his cock driving into you with a primal intensity that left you trembling with pleasure.

"That's it, darling," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he watched you writhe beneath him. "You like it rough, don't you? You like it when I fuck you senseless, when I make you scream my name until you can't think straight."

You nodded eagerly in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you completely. With each thrust, you felt yourself spiraling closer to the edge of oblivion, your body teetering on the brink of ecstasy as Phil drove you to new heights of pleasure with each powerful stroke.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Phil trapped one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it with a ferocity that left you gasping for air. The combination of his relentless thrusts and the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your sensitive flesh sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the room as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

Phil's only response was a low growl of desire as he redoubled his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom with a primal roar of ecstasy.

As you tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion, your body convulsing in the throes of orgasm, you knew that this forbidden love affair was worth every moment of secrecy and shame. In Phil's arms, you had found a passion that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame, and as you clung to him desperately, you knew that nothing could ever tear you apart.

[bowtied-pasta]

Another callout post (shorter this time)

If your favorite is….

Slenderman

You have hella daddy issues.

Not that you’d call him daddy, mind you. He would most definitely prefer being called Sir. And I know you agree with me.

Splendorman

You like head pats. Receiving, not giving.

You’re big on the ‘A fell first, but B fell harder’ trope.

Jeff

You’ve died your hair black before, haven’t you? Don’t lie to me, c’mon.

Eyeless Jack

You’re definitely into reading werewolf smut and subscribe to the ABO mentality when it comes to demon behavior in your perception of the fandom.

BEN

You actually cannot fix this one, but you’ll be damned if you didn’t try, right?

There is not a single person that can agree with another on just what limits he has, if he even has any, when it comes to electronics.

Masky/Tim

You. You definitely have a type. The type is men that look like Tim. Tim’s behavior and demeanor are just the cherry on top for you.

…wether or not the mask has anything to do with it can stay a secret, you dirty sinners.

Hoodie/Brian

Gun kink, mask kink, sociopath lovin’ simps.

Toby

“I can fix him.” Or. “I can make him worse.” No in between.

Laughing Jack

Ya’ll… I see one more of you try and talk about how you’d suck this man’s nose, I stg…. It’s on sight.

Kagekao

You want a cat. You definitely don’t have one, because if you did then you would know better than to simp for this man.

[coltrainbat]

Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.

[ladysmutwriter]

Hatefuck (part 1)

Brian Wilcox x Female Reader

⚠️:(uploading this from my phone so I can't make the post fancy) Eventual smut, MDNI, mockering, bullying (?), I haven't seen the movie I just saw Dano's scene pack.

You hated Brian, in fact, he was the reason you quit Mickey's- you just couldn't handle the asshole.

You didn't even know why he latched onto you like some sort of leech, always taking his chance to insult you or mock you, being extra disgusting next to you only to laugh at your disgusted face.

God, you wanted to beat him up. All you were asked was to do an extra day then you'd leave, because lately there was more clients so you'd have to help the other guys.

You washed the dishes, the soapy water up your elbows as you cleaned and cleaned, Brian unceremoniously throwing more dirty dishes making it splash all over your uniform. Then you moped the floors, once too many times him walking right over where you cleaned, making you clean the mop and go again.

Luckily, the day passed quickly, as now everyone was clocking off, the only ones left being you and Brian.

You tried to pull your shirt up to take it off, but one of the rhinestones of your belt catch the fabric of the shirt, stopping you as you had your arms up pulling.

Noticing your little struggle, Brian chuckled to himself as he went behind you, one of his hands laying on your hip as the other fixed the part of the shirt that was stuck to your belt. You noticed how you felt his breath on your back, his fingers on your hip lightly pressing down as he struggled with your belt, your face going red. You hated the asshole, why was he being so nice now?

As he finally undid it, he muttered "done" as he turned around to keep putting on his bracelets.

Taking off the yellow shirt, you fixed the wrinkles on the top you wore underneath, and then your pants, applying some perfume to hide the smell of fried oil that clung to your clothes and hair.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to give Brian a piece of your mind, after all, this was your last day- it's not like they could fire you now.

Tapping on his shoulder, he only turned his head to see you, and you had to grab him by the shoulders and turn him around, pressing his back against the lockers.

He let out a complain as his his face turned into a surprised one- it was the first time you saw him make a face other than fucking mocking someone or bored. (Or talking about shooting up Mickey's)

"You're a fucking asshole" you said as you grabbed him by the sides of his black hoodie, pressing him against the metal lockers behind him.

You didn't know if it was just the adrenaline in your veins, but he didn't even had the chance to give you a witty comeback before you moved your hand to grab him by the chin, your lips moving against his limp ones, too surprised to even answer now.

Breaking the kiss, you fixed his now wrinkled hoodie, took your bag and left.

[winchesterszvonecek]

from nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno - #27 for one muse to take the other from behind (i think that’s right)

otis x fem please :)

Bucket List - [Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: For one muse to take the other from behind

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, vaginal fingering, brief handjob, brief mutual masturbation, penetrative sex, brief overstimulation ]

A/N: would this be classed as “from behind”? idk, technically, i guess… it sort of got away from me so hopefully you liked it anyway

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You’d been waiting all day to surprise Brian with this, practically radiating with excitement during the boring meeting you’d had earlier, where you’d turned yourself on just thinking about tonight.

You'd been planning this for weeks now and had only just managed to pluck up the courage to ask Cruz if he would sneak you Brian’s turnout coat after his shift. Cruz knew instantly what you wanted it for, which had you blushing furiously in front of him and wishing the ground would swallow you whole. But now, as Brian’s jaw dropped when he saw you in it, all that embarrassment was 100% percent worth it.

"W-W-Where did you get that?" Brian stammered out as he swallowed harshly, yet it did absolutely nothing as he was pretty sure there wasn't a single drop of saliva left in his mouth. But somehow, at the same time, he was practically drooling.

"Mhm, I have my ways." You hummed out seductively, the scheming glint in your eye causing Brian to let out a shallow breath as he all but fell into a lust filled daze.

Stepping forward once, you simply relished in the way he was devouring you with his eyes, tracing them up and down your entire body as he imagined all the different ways he could devour you in a more literal sense. Brian had no idea how you got his coat but honestly he didn’t care, not when he could feel himself getting harder by the second. And if he was being honest, this exact scenario had been one he’d imagined plenty of times before.

You walked over to him, hips swaying as you put on a show for him, loving the way he practically fucked you with his eyes. His pupils blew wide with lust as you stood before him, his hands fumbling to unbuckle his jeans in a haste to free his hardened cock, the one your eyes soon trailed the length of, licking your lips at the drop of precum that was sitting on the tip. Brian's hands soon trailed up your legs, pushing between them as his fingers slowly traced across your already soaking pussy.

“So wet already, baby.” He whispered, sliding them even slower over your slick slit, spreading you open as you gently moved your hips in motion with him.

A quiet, breathy gasp left your lips as Brian pushed a single digit knuckle deep into your pussy before slowly pulling back until just his fingertip remained. You fought the urge to crouch down, to ride his fingers before he added a second one, pushing them slowly back in and making you hum softly in response.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, baby…” Brian said around low groan, feeling as you clenched around him as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, fucking you slowly as his thumb rubbed small circles against your throbbing clit. “Gonna have to get you ready to take this cock, aren’t I?”

“Fuck…” You gasped, clenching your legs to tighten yourself around him more so that he’d only have to finger fuck you harder. “Spread me open baby, get my pussy ready for that huge cock.”

“You know I love it when you talk dirty baby… Gets me so fucking hard.” Brian all but growled, taking his cock in his free hand before you leaned forward, slipping your arms under his and lifting his hand away before wrapping your own around his length, making a deep groan rattle up his chest as his movements inside you faltered, his fingers nearly slipping out had you not clenched tighter to keep them in.

“Don’t stop…” You whispered as you began to pump him slowly, making him move his fingers in rhythm with you as you squeezed gently, your hand moving slowly up and down whilst your thumb traced over his leaking tip, smearing his precum over your skin before you pulled your hand away. You sucked the salty droplet off your thumb, moaning gently at the taste which only made Brian’s pupils blow wider with lust.

Desperate to feel you on him, Brian pulled his fingers from inside you and spun you around, pulling you down onto his lap where you could feel his cock sitting nicely between your ass cheeks, which you slowly began to move, feeling him throb against you as his fingers gripped the thick material of his turnout coat and he threw his head onto the back the couch.

You lifted your hips, angling them backwards a little before you slowly sank down onto his cock, gasping at just how much he stretched you open, once again pushing you to your limits as he became buried deep inside you, filling you up completely until you felt your ass press against his thighs.

“Looks like my fingers did nothing.” Brian groaned into your ear as you lifted your hips again until nothing but his tip remained. “Because you’re still deliciously tight around my cock, baby.”

An unintelligible drabble of Russian swear words left Brian’s lips when you simply sunk back down onto his length in response, feeling his hand grip your throat, forcing your back to curve against his chest as your head balanced on his shoulder. His other hand slid between your legs, giving your clit a few gentle rubs before it worked its way up, cupping your breast, causing a soft gasp to leave your lips as he began to pinch the hardened bud between his fingertips.

"Do you have any idea how turned on it makes me seeing you in nothing but my coat?” Brian moaned into your ear, sucking briefly on your lobe before he began to buck his hips, fucking his swelling cock up and into you.

The slick sound of your wet pussy began to fill the room as he thrusted mercilessly into you, pain mixing with the intense pleasure as you began to bounce up and down, meeting him thrust for thrust. Ragged pants left your lips, your body sweating under the thickness of his turnout coat and each time he hit that sweet spot deep inside you, you could feel the fire in your lower abdomen growing fiercer, about to flashover inside you and send you flying over the edge of your orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, baby… Fuck you’ve made come already.” You cried out, Brian’s hand dropping from your bouncing breasts to meet your throbbing clit, rubbing it furiously as he allowed you to come apart so quickly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be coming a lot more than once.” He groaned, eyelids fluttering at the tightness of your orgasm around his cock, which you could feel pulsating inside you as he continued to ride you through your first high of the night.

Brian couldn't count how many times you’d come astride him, the evidence of them all shining over his thighs as you dripped down the length of his cock. He’d never seen you like this before, so out of it, so limp atop him as he fucked every ounce of pleasure into your body as he could, feeling it replace the tension you’d carried throughout the day.

"Fuck… I can’t… I can’t take it again..." You whimpered as you reached yet another earth shattering high, one you hoped would be your last as you didn’t have much left in you and your thighs were already aching around his. Not to mention your pussy which you’d never felt as sore as it was.

“Last one, baby.” Brian cooed into your ear as your back arched against him, making him slide his arm around your stomach to keep you in place as you rode his cock through your orgasm. “You’ve done so well, my love.”

Your hand flew back to grip his hair, feeling him press loving kisses against your neck as he angled himself deeper inside you. He wasn't far behind you this time, having held on long enough as he watched you come apart atop him. He could tell you were finished, reaching the point of overstimulation and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

So with one last thrust up into you, his release burst out of him, filling you up as your name left his lips in a moan, making your fingers curl tighter around his hair. You panted hard as you forced yourself to continue to bounce your hips up and down, wanting to add pleasure to Brian's own orgasm which you could feel dripping out of you.

Eventually you stilled, your body thick with sweat as you lifted yourself off him, wincing a little as he brushed over your sensitive clit, feeling the relief course through your aching body before you fell back against him. He pushed the collar of his coat down, pressing soft, sloppy kisses on the skin of your neck, the heat practically radiating off you as you melted into him.

“That was…” Your ragged breath tried to say, your lungs burning each time you opened your mouth to speak. “…amazing.”

“It was.” Brian nodded, rubbing gentle circles over your stomach with his thumb. “You did so good, baby.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, it being too much effort to thank him properly as you were all but ready for a bath and then bed. You hadn’t even had dinner yet but at this point you were too tired to even care.

“You know I always wanted to fuck you whilst you wore my gear.” He confessed, making you open your eyes a little more as you turned your head as much as you could to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “Guess I can cross that off my bucket list now.”

“I guess you can.” You smiled, kissing him again before you whispered. “Now please carry me to the bathroom so I can have a bath before bed.”

“Gladly, my love.” Brian chuckled, about to lift you into his arms before you stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“Oh, and make sure you wash this coat before your next shift… Otherwise there’s gonna be questions.”

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[milkycarnations]

Not really a request, more just asking a question/your opinion but What do you think all the pastas kinks are? Brian’s gotta be a voyeur, imo- he’s constantly got that video camera with him 👀

Sure thing, anon. You ask, I offer. As always under the cut.

I actually wrote something similar a while back which I'll link here. This was still before I really started writing smut, so now I'm a little more prepared >:).

Creeps Kink Headcanons

Listen I've got the huge brain rot for my boys.

Brian does have... something going on. He's definitely a voyeur and voyeurism is a gateway kink for risky sex. Sex in the woods? Yes, please. Being just a little bit too loud? He does that to you. This man commits horrible crimes daily, so it isn't surprising that he enjoys feeling vulnerable sometimes during sex. Getting caught just gives him that spicy feeling inside.

Jeff also likes that spice, but he's unhinged as fuck. I expect him to be more heavily into the BDSM scene, with an emphasis on S&M. He likes playing around with pain and pleasure. He likes that he can hurt you and you like it. But don't get it twisted, he's an aftercare king.

Toby likes dirty talk. In English, in German, in whatever languages you headcanon he speaks. He wants to hear you, and himself, and how flustered you get at the things he says.

I've always been convinced that Ben likes anal. He is very porn addicted though and enjoys phone sex (among other things) more than real sex sometimes. If you dislike the touchy-feely intimacy parts of sex, then the two of you will get along well. He is also an expert in taking good, tasteful nudes of himself.

Jack loves turning you into putty in his hands. He enjoys restraining you with bondage or his own body. Mans is almost 7 feet tall, so you're bound to be shorter than him and smaller in stature. He likes manhandling you, but he's always holding back. He also can't resist the primal urge to breed you, but that's a whole other story.

Liu is a true "quality time" lover at heart. He enjoys mutual masturbation: being able to watch you make yourself come undone. He especially likes when part of your arm or leg rubs against his. It's the little things for him.

Tim is into the dynamics of subbing/domming. He easily enjoys daddy-dom stuff as well as impact play - mostly spanking. Overall, he enjoys topping most of the time and being in control of you. It's similar to Jeff in theory, but his attitude and tone about it are different and it isn't all about pain for him.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

I don’t know how to say this but I am in love with your polyproxies. Your writing is so well thought out and amazing I AM BEGGING FOR MORE. I’ll do anything! You’re amazing btw

Hi love!! I’m so glad you like it! I’ve honestly been having a really hard time getting motivation to write smut so I hope this will do! You’re absolutely amazing too!! 🖤🖤

POLY PROXIES PT.2

Fandom: Creepypasta

Plot: None just poly with the proxies 🫡

Warnings: SMUT, face fucking, cum swallowing, recording, unprotected sex, creampie, oral female receiving, nutting on the readers face 😎

Fucked brainless, that’s what you were. Taking them all so well whenever they wanted. You were theirs and they let you know it. They loved the way you took them without complaint. Letting Toby abuse your mouth and Tim twist you into whatever dirty position he wanted you.

You know… Tim doesn’t exactly take lightly to complaints. So when you tell him “yes sir” it’s like music to his ears.

Currently Brian’s sits in the chair on the opposite side of the room, slowly stroking his throbbing cock. His video camera in his other hand, which currently, is zoomed in on your drooling mouth as Toby goes to town. The boy was fucking your mouth like an animal in heat. Like he hadn’t gotten his rocks off in months. And you, being so damn good, were taking him so well.

Toby’s desperate moans and sinful whines filled the small bedroom as he absolutely abused your mouth. He could barely open his eyes to watch you he was so washed away by the bliss that was slowly building inside him.

“Yes! Yes- F-fuuuuck-“ Toby cried out desperately only taking two more harsh thrusts for him to come undone. His hot seed slid easily down your throat as he collapsed next to you on the bed. His chest was heaving and his mind so clouded he couldn’t do anything but hold your limp hand as Tim fucked you further into oblivion.

Brian focused the camera on your pretty pink pussy that he was so desperate to get a taste of. He watched Tim with envious eyes, watching as your hole happily invited his cock in. He watched as your slick ran down the insides of your thighs, seeing the shine against Tim’s lower abdomen. He could barely wait for his own turn.

Tim let out low grunts and growls with every thrust, praising you for being so so good for him.

“Damn sweetheart, your pussy wants me to come fast huh?” He groaned out as his head rolled back.

He loved the way you squeezed around him, like your tiny hole was desperate for more. More of his deliciously thick cock that filled you up just the right way to have your toes curling. 

“So pretty for me too~” He harshly grabbed your jaw, pulling you up to meet him so he could catch your lips in a deep kiss. His strong arms made holding you in the complex position look easy. His large fingers found their way to your mouth, replacing his soft lips and prodding you to suck them like the dumb little bitch you were.

You felt his thrusts getting sloppy, or at least you thought so, honestly your mind wasn’t processing much more than the ecstasy you were feeling.

His grunts slowly turned into low moans as he finished inside of you. He pulled out slowly, replacing his cock with his thick fingers, stuffing your pretty hole and making sure not a drop could escape. He motioned with his head for Brian to come closer, finally letting him have his turn.

Brian couldn’t even keep the camera still as he jumped up and raced over to have you. He pushed Tim out of the way, handing him the camera which Tim grumpily focused on the scene that would unfold in front of him. Brian practically jumped at the chance to taste you, taste your slick and Tim’s seed combined. With one long stripe of his tongue he already had you whining, your pretty thighs about suffocating him.

But god did he love it. He loved how close you made him just by crushing him with your perfect thighs. And on top of how absolutely delectable you tasted?? He could die happy now.

He held your thighs apart just enough to give him breathing room as he attacked your clit with kisses and licks. He absolutely loved how he could get your thighs to shake when he pulled away just before you were about to come. Once, twice, three times, four times. By the time he had finally let you finish you were on the verge of passing out. Cute tears in your eyes, thighs shaking, and sobs wracking your body.

Oh how it was too much for you to get used by the three men around you. It made them all laugh how ruined you looked.

“Come on pretty, give me a lick.” Brian smirked as he got up, putting his cock inches from your swollen lips. “Come on, I know you got it in ya’.”

Being so good like always, you took his length in your mouth, tears falling as you did as he asked. Brian ripped the camera from Tim’s hands, putting it in your face to get a nice close up angle. Watching through the viewfinder it didn’t take long at all for him to finish. How absolutely filthy you were being was just the icing on the cake for him. He let his load go right on your pretty face, painting you just how he wanted before he turned the camera off and put it down on the side table.

Toby happily licked your face, ‘cleaning’ you up and giving you a sloppy kiss right after. Brian laid on your right, giving you a soft forehead kiss, silently letting you know how good you did.

“Toby you know your place.” Tim grumbled, pushing him off the bed and taking his place next to you on the left.

With an irritated glare to Tim, Toby helped put your shorts on and took his place in-between your thighs, resting his head.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XI

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

More than desire

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, orgasm delay, talk of punishment, etc.

“That must be your dad?” Bradley asks on the way down the escalator as he sees the ‘Rowan & Bradley’ sign being held up. As if he doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb with his red hair.

“Yep, that’s him, and oh, Laura’s here too!” You say before running into their arms.

“I missed you guys so much, I thought you had to work today?” You ask Laura as you pull back from their embrace.

“I took the day off, wanted to see you.” She smiles, wiping a tear.

“Dad, Laura, this is Bradley, my boyfriend.” You turn to Bradley, “Bradley, this is my dad, Brian, and my stepmom, Laura.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles as he shakes your dad’s hand. Laura pulls him in for a hug, which he returns naturally.

“How was the flight? Are you guys hungry?” Laura asks, wiping another tear. She cried when you filled her in on Bradley’s history on the phone, her heart breaking for him.

“Flight was good, Bradley said the pilot should’ve landed it better but I didn’t notice,” you laugh. “Yes, I’m starving, Bradley?”

“Yeah, I could eat,” he smiles.

They take you to a little diner on the way back to Springs. Your dad asks Bradley a lot of questions about his job and time in the Navy; he was a marine before you came along, choosing to get out when Mom had left. Even though it wasn’t your fault and he assured you that owning the bar was the best job he had, you always felt guilty for it.

Laura sneaks you a smile and squeezes your hand under the table as Bradley takes it in stride, your dad doesn’t realize how intense he can be sometimes, especially when he is discussing something he loves.

Conversation comes easily as they drive you the rest of the way home. Your dad helps Bradley with the suitcases and you fail to stifle your yawn, you’ve been up since 3 AM.

“Why don’t you guys get settled in your old room and take a nap? We’ve got to run to the store in a bit, and Lyss and Jen are bringing Carter over later for an early supper.”

“Oh good! I can’t wait to hold him again. He’s getting so big.” Your stepsister, Alyssa, and her wife, Jen had sweet Carter via surrogate a few months before you left. “A nap does sound good though,” you yawn.

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You show Bradley to your old room. Thankfully your dad and Laura took down the embarrassing posters that littered your walls.

“Your dad doesn’t mind that I stay with you?” He asks as you plop down on the bed.

“No, not at all. He knows we’re adults. I think he’d appreciate it if we keep it down when we fuck though.”

“Jesus Rowan,” he says, his eyes widening.

You laugh and tug him down behind you, between you and the wall. He wraps his arm around you. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Mmm, I know” you smile as you drift off.

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The house is quiet when you wake up a few hours later. Which is good because you’re throbbing between your legs.

Bradley is kissing the back of your neck and you moan quietly as his fingers work you over in the front of your leggings.

“Woke up with your pretty ass pushed up against me. Even in your sleep, you like to torture me.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Please baby, I need you.” You whine, grinding your ass against him.

He pulls your leggings down to your thighs and pulls himself out of his pants, pushing into from behind. “That’s so fucking good,” you sigh, turning your head for a kiss.

He fucks you slowly, drawing a sweet orgasm from you before increasing his pace.

“Ask permission before you cum” you pant, your second orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Fuck, Row. Can I cum? Please?” He grits out, getting close too.

You shake your head and he whines. “No. Not yet. I want 2 more orgasms before you do.”

He nods against the back of your neck, circling your clit faster, pushing you over the edge again. His hips stutter and he chokes out a groan as you flutter around him. “Fuckkkkk, I don’t know if I can, baby. I’m close.”

“Not yet, one more first. You don’t want me to punish you under my dad’s roof, do you?.”

He whimpers, shaking his head but his cock jumps inside you. Oh, he so does.

“Come on Bradley, one more and you can fill me up. It’ll be dripping out of me while we eat, coating my thighs, staining my underwear…”

He slaps a hand over your mouth and fucks into you harder. “You gotta stop talking, I’m too close and your dirty mouth isn’t helping.” He pants.

You let out a guttural moan and clench tightly at the action. He’s so close that your clenching is enough to set him off.

“No no no, not yet,” he groans into your neck, pumping you full of his cum. He circles your bundle of nerves, a little harder and you fall over the edge again too.

You hear the front door open, your dad and Laura are back home.

He pants into the back of your neck. “Does that count? I got you there two more times.” He asks, hopefully, and yet not…he’s curious to see what this punishment entails.

You breathe out a laugh. “I said two more times before you could come. You came before the second one. So no, that doesn’t count.”

He whimpers, but his softening cock gives a twitch. You spot your old wooden hairbrush on your dresser and you know exactly how you’re going to punish him.

He pulls out of you, careful to not stain the sheets and tucks himself back in, and pulls your pants up over your ass after he gives it a pinch.

You turn over and press a kiss to his lips, bringing a hand up to cup his face. “See that hairbrush on my dresser?”

He glances over to it before his eyes meet yours again and nods, not catching on yet.

“It’s going to become well acquainted with your ass the next time the house is just ours, so no one can hear you cry. I think that should get you to listen better. Do you understand me?”

His eyes drift close and a shiver runs through him at your words before he nods. His cock is hard again at your thigh.

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words, Bradley.”

He opens his eyes, glassy with arousal. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You prompt.

“Yes, ma’am” he whispers.

You smile and pat his flushed cheek. “Good boy”.

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You clean up in the attached bathroom and head to the kitchen, giving Bradley a few minutes alone to calm down, he doesn’t want to greet everyone with a boner.

Alyssa and Jen come in a few minutes later, Carter wide awake in the carrier. Lyss wraps you a big hug and Jen hands you Carter next, knowing you won’t ask but are dying to hold him.

You feel a presence at your back, “Hey buddy, you got a strong grip for a little guy.” Bradley says when Carter reaches for his finger.

Introductions are done next and you and Bradley are ushered to the living room while your dad and Laura finish up the meal. Jen and Lyss offer to run to the store together for some drinks that were forgotten while they were out, happy to have a few minutes of quiet time.

Bradley can’t keep his eyes off you while you play with Carter, and holds his hands out to take him when he spits up on you.

“I’m gonna run through the shower quick if you don’t mind?” You ask as you hand him over. You would’ve just changed, but it got in your hair too.

“Yeah, we’ll be alright, won’t we big man?” He says, and Carter gives him a gummy smile.

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15 minutes later you pad back into the living room, and your ovaries nearly explode at the sight before you. Bradley’s got Carter tucked into his chest, and is rubbing a finger over his pudgy cheek.

“I hope it’s okay that he fell asleep now. Do you think it’ll mess up his schedule for tonight?” He asks, concerned. So sweet and thoughtful, like always.

“Nah, I think it’s fine.” You say and snap a picture on your phone. “You’re a natural.”

“Yeah? You think so? It’s been a while, I don’t remember the last baby I held.”

“Yeah, Jen and Lyss always talk about how hard it is for them to get him down. I was gone 15 minutes and he’s out.”

He smiles, looking down at him. “He just leaned right up against me, I rubbed his back and he was out like a light.”

Laura cries (again) when she sees Bradley holding him and takes him to lie down in the bedroom so you can all eat. You show Jen and Alyssa the picture you snap and they both coo. Your dad rolls his eyes, muttering “women” to Bradley but gives him a wink.

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Carter sleeps through supper and you’re convinced Alyssa is serious when she asks if Bradley can come over to put him down tonight. “I’m not sure about tonight, but why don’t we watch him for a night before we leave so you guys can have some together?”

They readily agree and say their goodbyes, promising to see you again on Christmas.

Your dad insists on pulling out the VCR to watch some old home videos. Bradley laughs til he cries at how much of a spitfire you were.

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Laura and Brian head off to bed and Bradley reaches under the tree to hand you a gift.

“I know it’s not Christmas, but this one is time-sensitive.” He answers when you give him a questioning look.

You open it and find 2 tickets to the Colorado Avalanche game scheduled tomorrow night on top of a hoodie in your size.

“Oh my God! Bradley! Seriously?!” You squeal.

“Yeah, I couldn’t find your dad, but I did find Laura on Facebook and messaged her to make sure there’s nothing planned for tomorrow night. I had the sweatshirt and tickets sent here so you wouldn’t see it in my suitcase.”

You put the box on the coffee table and proceed to show him how grateful you are.

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You’re up early the next day, letting Bradley sleep while you get ready, taking your time with your hair and makeup and donning your new sweatshirt, jeans, boots, and thick vest.

You make the drive to Denver with your dad’s truck he offered you two for the day and show Bradley some of your favorite things from your old city.

You skate circles around him in the outdoor downtown rink and he dips you for a kiss in front of the Mile High Tree. You break away laughing when he pulls you up and you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Sorry if this is weird, but I snapped a few pictures of you two in front of the tree if you want me to airdrop them to you?” A sweet older woman tells you.

“Sure, thank you!” You say as you receive them.

“You’re welcome. I remember what it’s like to be young and in love. You two were so cute standing there together, and when he dipped you for a kiss, I just couldn’t not take some” She smiles, squeezing your arm.

“Thank you again, and Merry Christmas!”

You show Bradley the pictures and melt, they are cute.

Your heart skips a beat when his eyes meet yours. “Bradley, I-I love you.”

His face lights up. “I love you too. I have for a while. You’re all I can think about. I love that sweet smile you give me in the mornings before you even open your eyes. I love the way you take care of me. I love the way you ask me questions about my parents and want me to talk about them. I love the way your nose scrunches when you laugh. I just…love everything about you.” He breathes out before bringing his lips to yours.

Tears are streaming but you kiss him back until you’re both breathless. He puts his forehead to yours to catch it. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Rowan.”

You smile. “Me either.”

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The game is incredible, but Bradley’s reactions are even better.

“That was awesome! They don’t show you the fights on TV, not like that at least.” He says, opening the truck door for you.

You laugh and agree. He holds your hand the entire drive home.

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There’s a note on your bedroom door from Laura when you get back

‘We’re going to see my dad in Boulder tomorrow morning. We should be back around 4. Love you!’

You smile, wishing you could go with but Laura’s dad suffers from dementia and doesn’t remember her most days even, it’s stressful with a lot of people there too.

You look over your shoulder at Bradley. “Looks like we’ll have the house to ourselves tomorrow.”

He stiffens behind you, in more ways than one.

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A/N: I think it’s obvious I have a spanking kink lol. Sorrynotsorry.

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A Hidden Box | Brian Thomas

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble hornets Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Trans Male!reader, smut, sex toys (vibrator), praise kink, "pretty boy" "babyboy" and "baby" used alot, Dom!Brian, Sub!reader, maybe more idk. A/N: Like usual, in my poly!proxies x reader universe thingy with like one reference to the others. Extra: Cashapp: $orpheus89 if you're feelin' a lil frisky

It was bound to happen one day. With the boys having slowly moved into your house when they weren’t at the mansion, most of your personal space had been taken over. Not in a bad way, of course. Nothing was more exciting than seeing them as much as you could and finding their things mixed with yours when you were cleaning.

Still, you should have known it would happen. You had just gotten out of the shower, the air was biting with winter setting in. Your heating unit had been fucked up for a bit now, and you hadn’t gotten around to getting it fixed, so your skin prickled as you shuffled to the bedroom.

The door was kicked open already, and when you peeked inside, you realized that Brian had moved from the living room to here. He was hanging clothes and rearranging the closet a bit, it seemed, though he paused as soon as you entered the room. He gave a smirk, huffing a short laugh to himself.

“What’s so funny,” you questioned as you walked up to him, leaning in for a kiss. He obliged, pressing his mouth to yours before hanging up the last shirt.

He hummed softly, turning fully to press against you, hands pressed to your hips only covered by the towel that you held tightly onto. “Just stumbled across something,” he replied as he pulled away.

You titled your head, confused, and he gestured to the bed with a tilt of his head. You turned only to feel your body immediately heat up with embarrassment. Hidden in the back of your closet, tucked away for whenever the boys weren’t home or busy, was a box of sex toys you had slowly collected over time.

“I- uh- I don’t-“

You stumbled over your words as he let out another laugh, gently pushing you back towards the bed as he followed, one step at a time. “Come on, pretty boy,” he spoke, leaning down to get close, voice rumbling deep in his chest. “You know you don’t have to hide anything from me – from us. You’ve got your needs, huh? We can’t always be there for you, right?” His tone was so teasing, sending shivers down your spine. God, how could he get you riled up with only a few words? That just wasn’t fair.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm, don’t be sorry, baby.” Your back hit the bed while he towered over you. His fingers toyed with the towel, looking up to make sure he wasn’t crossing any lines before he pulled it off, flinging it to the side. You made a noise at the cold prickling your skin, moaning when he grabbed at your hips again. He was warm, so, so warm. “You were just doing what you had to do, right? Just couldn’t help yourself.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “Dirty little sluts like you never can wait, huh?”

The noise you made was downright sinful, but before you could even think to be embarrassed, his hand was between your thighs, and his mouth was pressing at your neck, and you were in heaven. Your mouth fell open, breathing already picking up as his middle finger circled your clit. “Brian-“

“Ah, ah, ah, stay quiet,” he murmured. He paused, seeing if you would continue, and when you didn’t, a grin split across his face. “Good boy.” Your face burned at the praise, trying to stay quiet as he circled around your clit a few more times before pulling away and grabbing at you, pushing you further onto the bed. Then, the box was pushed up beside you too. “Now, how about you show me what you do when I’m gone.” You must have looked like a deer in headlights because he let out another chuckle, sitting back a bit to watch you. “What? Getting all shy now? Babyboy, you’re already laid out so pretty for me, why not give me a show?”

And fuck, if he wasn’t convincing. “What do you want me to do?”

His eyes darkened at the confirmation that you were, in fact, definitely way more into this than you thought you would be. “Show me how you get off.”

You fumbled for the box, reaching in and pulling out one of the first things you could reach, one of the most used items in the box. It was a light blue vibrator, a small one with more settings than you ever used, but it got the job done. You were nervous, you realized as you held it in your hand. This wasn’t something you had ever done in front of someone. As much as Brian had seen you do and done to you, this was uncharted territory. It was almost embarrassing. Being forced into such a raw state in front of someone by your own hand – your own toy.

He must have noticed how you felt because his gaze seemed to almost soften. He padded over to the side of the bed so he could lean over you properly. He leaned down, hand holding your chin and tilting your face up so he could kiss you properly. His lips met yours and then tongue, and then you weren’t sure why you were anxious in the first place as he reached over to your hand and pressed the button to turn on the device, slowly leading it towards your cunt. You had time to pull away. You always had time to pull away, he made sure of it.

The feeling of the vibration against your clit was enough to suck the breath from your lungs. You gasped, pressing more into him as you moved the device enough to have you clenching around nothing.

Brian pulled back, dark eyes watching your movements with hunger. It seemed to make the arousal already building inside you skyrocket – so on display and out in the open. “Pretty boy with such a pretty cunt,” he mused, fingers trailing down your arm and to your hand, pressing the button to turn up the speed. You practically cried out at the feeling, free hand shooting out to grab at the back of his neck and pull him closer.

“Brian,” you whined out, whining as he turned up the speed one more time. “Brian, please.”

“What do you want, pretty boy? You’ve gotta use your words.”

You weren’t even sure what you were whining for, but the coil in your stomach was tightening, and his hands felt delicious against your skin, rough callouses against imperfect skin. It was making your head spin, making everything seem a bit too much, making you want him more and more. “Can I cum? Please? Can I?”

“You have been so good for me. Listening to me like a good little boy should.” You were so close to the edge. He wasn’t being fair. How could such sinful words fall from such lovely lips? His fingers pressed between your thighs, fingers dipping low enough to catch the wetness dripping from between your thighs, a low groan falling from his lips at the feeling. “Go ahead, baby. Make a mess of yourself for me.”

And you did, crying out his name as you came, fluttering around nothing as you grabbed his arm so tight you felt your fingers shake with strain. This was the same toy you had used more times than you could count, but it had never made you cum like this. You had never shaken like this from it, your head thrown back as your eyes closed and your lips parted, back arching. You were in heaven.

When you had come down, and the toy had been switched off, it was carelessly tossed to the side as Brian finally climbed on top of you. He was practically panting as he fumbled to get his shirt off. God, he’d been fully clothed the entire time you had been naked – why did it seem to make everything so much more exciting? Like there was some strange power imbalance in such a simple act.

As his shirt hit the floor, you grabbed at his pants, unbuttoning them as he bent down to press his mouth to yours again and again and again, practically melting into each other. He pushed his pants down, kicking them off, and freeing himself, and you may have just cum a moment ago, but at the sight of him throbbing, pressed against your stomach in desire, you were ready all over again.

“As much as I’d love to make you sit on my face, make you cum all over again, I’m so hard for you, baby. You wanna let me fill you up? Make you cum on my cock instead?” He was grinding against your stomach, his length leaving a trail of precum on your skin, the sweat gathering there already making it slick.

“Please, Brian. I need you – need you inside me, please.”

He groaned, pulling his hips back and using his hand to guide himself toward your entrance.  It was easy. You were slick with your own cum already, cunt and thighs coated in the substance, and he took it slow and easy, and then, you were moaning in ecstasy. Being filled after cumming around nothing made the feeling of being full almost religious. He fit so well, filling you to the brim and pressing against your sweet spot, and you were already shaking, letting the light dance behind your closed eyelids.

He took a shaky breath, the warm air dancing across your skin pleasantly. Then, he pulled out just as slow as he had pushed in before snapping his hips forward, the sound of skin smacking against each other and the surprised noise you made filling the room. He didn’t stop, though, setting an almost brutal pace, slow but hard, your entire body shaking with each movement. He grabbed at any flesh he could reach, your hips, your chest, your thighs, and his lips were against your own, your neck, your collarbones. He nipped at the skin, trying to suck marks into the flesh, anything that could show his possession, anything that meant you were his.

“You’re always so tight for me, so wet and ready. Such a good boy. Aren’t you, baby? You’re a good boy, right? My good boy?” His words were choppy, breath shaky, but it was enough for you to tighten around him, clawing into his back and making him groan with pleasure at the pain. You were nodding, whimpering noises of affirmation as your head swam, dizzy with pleasure. “Say it. Say you’re my good boy. Say you’re mine.”

“All yours, Brian,” you cried out in response. “I-I’m all yours. Your good boy – so- so good for you- so good- do anything- anything for you!”

One of his hands grabbed yours, moving it so it was between your bodies, so close to where you were meeting again and again. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself for me.” And you did, shaky fingers pressing against your clit the best you could, trying not to cry at the overwhelming feeling you got from it. “Such a good fuckin’ boy. So, so good.” His hand not holding himself up moved to grab at your neck, pressing just enough to cut off your blood flow, enough to make you even dizzier, gasping for air and gripping his bicep. He groaned deeply as my nails drew blood.

“Kiss me,” you whined. “Please, please, please!”

He dipped down without a second thought, his mouth pressing against yours hungrily, wetter than normal with spit as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. You were as close as possible, your hand crushed between the two of you, his hips not even smacking against yours anymore. He was practically just humping into you at this rate, and still, tears were gathering in your eyes as your release built until it was almost unbearable.

“Brian,” you cried out!

“Cum. I need you to cum, y/n. Cum all over my cock.”

And you did, breath hitching, eyes closing, body tensing and shaking all over, and then he was cumming, too, his hips faltering in rhythm for a few moments before you felt your insides get painted white, warmth filling you pleasantly. You sighed softly as you relaxed into the bed, letting your body go limp against the bedsheets. This was nice, you thought as you let yourself fall into full relaxation, only whimpering quietly as Brian pulled out, the feeling of being empty again so soon was not exactly a pleasant one.

Brian lifted himself off of you, shuffling around while you laid in bliss. He returned a few moments later with a damp rag. You could feel him spread your legs, gently cleaning you off. It was nice and cold against your warm and beaten skin. When he was done, he laid down beside you, letting you curl into him fully.

“Thank you, Bri,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his chest lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, babyboy. You did so, so good for me. So good.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Rest, baby, you’re okay.”

And you did, drifting off peacefully to the feeling of his chest rising and falling and the warmth he was radiating. This was nice.