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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Forest Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: There's a new hotel in town. It can't possibly be what it's advertised as, can it?

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (missionary and doggy style), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: I was considering waiting until Oct, but it's a fucking Super Moon tonight so let's gooooo.....!!!!!

When The Fantasy Hotel opened up in town, you scoffed at first. "What’s with this name? What kind of depravity is this? Why can't folks just fuck in their own homes?" you thought to yourself. “At least they have someone to fuck. Why must they flaunt their relationships in my face this way?”

But then you heard the whispers. The suggestions. The innuendos. A few of your online friends, who know you'd been through a dry spell for some time now, had been asking if you'd given any thought to trying it out and you were...confused. They wouldn't say outright what they'd heard about the place, but curiosity got the better of you.

You opened the incognito browser and typed the hotel name and were...shocked. Shocked at the images and the rave reviews. This hotel wasn't strictly for couples. As a matter of fact, it was designed for singles. And you shut your laptop quickly, convinced this wasn't for you and worried what your anonymous, online friends must think of you. You broached the subject delicately, so as not to offend in case maybe they didn't really know what they were asking about.

MNstrluvr: Come on. You've read the fics. You've liked and commented. Are you really saying you weren't into it? The idea of it?

sendmeanangel: I was sucked in by the phenomenal writing. You know me. I read anything if it's told well, descriptive, immersive, get you out of your head.

darkgothnightengale: This is THAT. But IRL. You're fucking lucky they picked your town to open the first one. You HAVE to try it and tell us how it is!!!

sendmeanangel: Have you seen the prices?

darkgothnightengale: We chipped in.

sendmeanangel:...

MNstrluvr: Come on! We're dying to know first hand from someone we actually know. Please. For science!

It took a few more gentle prods and pokes, with promises of no jokes unless you gave specific permission. And under NO CIRCUMSTANCES were your friends allowed to post anything that even vaguely alluded to the fact that you were trying the place out. Private DMs and Super Private Chat Room discussions only.

Your visit was booked. You opted for a brief stay only. Two hours. You couldn't bring yourself to book a longer stay and the theme you selected was one that allowed for less than full evenings. It was also the only slot available on the day you were able to ask off work.

You showered and primped, pampering yourself with your favorite body wash and lotion, knowing how good it made you feel to be fresh and clean and smelling delicious. You checked your clothes and your makeup in the full length mirror by your apartment door, opting not to change for the fiftieth time since stepping out of the shower. A few final items stuffed into your travel satchel and the large floppy hat on your head you'd bought specifically to hide your face as you made your way into the hotel and you were off for your adventure, trepidation buzzing around your insides and threatening to derail your purpose.

Your friends had paid and you figured you were already past a normal hotel refund window, so paying them back would mean picking up a few extra shifts on top of your already hectic university schedule. Besides, you didn't want to disappoint them. They were so curious to know if the stories that were starting to pop-up on Tumblr did any justice to the experience. You really couldn’t imagine this was anything more than some extremely well put together costumes and perhaps use of silicon implements, which had you really wondering about sanitation, but whatever.

The cab pulled up at the hotel entrance and a petite woman with a pixie cut stepped forward to open the door and help you out. She gave a warm smile with no hint of derision or teasing about the hat as she welcomed you sincerely and led you through the front doors, depositing you at the registration desk.

"Enjoy your stay!" she beamed at you, with a conspiratorial wink before heading back out to, you assumed, await the next guest.

You called out a thanks after her, then turned to the front desk attendant, who welcomed you by name.

"You have the only check in slot at this time," he answered your unspoken question with a kind smile. "We stagger arrival on purpose to ensure privacy for our guests. Especially first time visits. We have you booked in the Deep Forest Suite for the next two hours, and it looks like you requested the basket add on. That will be waiting for you in the room. Since it is your first time, we just need you to sign a few waivers and I'll run through the hotel safety rules for you. A copy has also been sent to your email, if you want to check them during your stay. But also, rest assured, your host is well versed and knows exactly how to keep you safe. You are in good hands here, I promise."

Every word spoken carefully and with respect, every inflection designed to put your worries at ease. If you had butterflies going in, you'd never know it now. You had taken notice of the lush and inviting lobby, dark wood furniture covered in rich velvet, chandeliers and wall sconces casting a warm glow around you. There was nothing menacing or untoward, nothing like you had expected, even after seeing the interior photos online. You'd experienced marketing ploys before. This wasn't glue disguised as milk or fries on toothpicks to stand up straight in the box or a long angle shot of the tiniest pool ever. Everything so far was exactly as depicted and you were impressed.

Then you remembered the photo of your host and had to swallow hard. You had assumed it was a doctored image, maybe some unique lighting to draw attention. But if the decor was real, then maybe he was too. The rules were oddly specific for an experience with a guy in a costume.

Maybe everything you had assumed about the nature of this hotel was wrong.

"Everything okay?" the clerk asked with a furrowed brow. "Is there something worrisome about the rules?"

"Oh. No. No everything is fine. I'm just..." you trailed off. Nervous wasn't the right word. Nor were you embarrassed, as you thought you would be. The door attendant, the desk clerk...neither had made you feel anything but welcome and safe and not self-conscious at all.

"It's perfectly reasonable to feel a little apprehension your first time. If it makes you feel better, you should know: you actually can opt out at any time. We do have to retain a portion of the room fee, but a partial refund is available. Should you change your mind."

"That's nice to know, thank you. I think I'll be okay."

"Then let's get you to your room,” he clapped his hands together with a mirth. “427. Elevator is down the hall and there are directional signs, but I'm happy to escort you if you'd like."

"I think I'll manage, but thank you."

As he placed the key in your possession and sent you on your way, the reality sunk in a little deeper. Weighed down by the heavy iron key in your hand as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor and stepped down the hall to your room, you could no longer deny what was about to occur.

You were headed into the wolf's den.

The door unlocked with a satisfying click as you turned the iron key. You were transported to a lush forest setting when you stepped into the room. Or as close as you could get indoors, anyway. A carpet of deep, soft green lay on the floor beneath your feet, and you immediately slipped out of your shoes to feel the cool material on your skin. It was impossibly silky, smooth, and comforting.

Large potted fir and pine plants lined the walls and stood in corners. At least a few held miniature deciduous trees and some with limbs stretching across the ceiling. You finally let your eyes fall on the chunky, four-poster bed, the legs, head- and foot-boards crafted of smooth finished logs you might find in a high-end cabin or ski chalet and covered in a thick feather mattress wrapped in luxurious blankets and piled high with pillows.

A picnic basket sat prim and proper on the coffee table nestled between two plump, overstuffed chairs and you had just reached out to peek beneath the deep red cloth when the door closed softly behind you and a throat cleared.

"I hope I haven't startled you."

You turned and gasped as you took in the sight of one of the largest, and, for lack of a better description because your brain was starting to fail you, manliest men you'd ever set eyes on. His photograph might have been deceptive, but only because it didn't do him justice. He wore a thick, blue cable knit sweater and dark gray cargo pants that seemed to mold around his thighs. He was barefoot, which surprised you a little, but then who were you to judge at the moment?

You caught his smirk as you lifted your gaze to appreciate the rugged beard and full head of chocolate curls that framed his face, offsetting mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm Walter," he offered you his hand as he spoke your name with a gentle growl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You're not..." you stopped yourself, suddenly embarrassed at how eager you'd found yourself. "Forgive me. That may have been a rude way to start."

"It's okay," he chuckled. "This isn't the form you signed up for, but I've found it more enjoyable to at least meet in this state. If I bounded in here all claws and snarls, we wouldn't have a chance to speak first. And I prefer to have at least a quick chat, if that's okay with you."

"It's fine," you whispered, your throat dry though your mouth was watering.

Walter stepped past you and reached a large mitt into the basket to pull out a bottle of water.

"Would you like to talk with me a bit?" he asked, offering you the bottle. Your eyes lingered on the basket, though, curious what else might be in there. The amenity said “Fantasy Basket”, so it could have just been a riff on the hotel name, but still, you had assumed…

“Did you not get a chance to peek before I arrived?” he asked as you took a sip of water.

“No. Do you know what’s in there?”

“I do,” another chuckle, deeper and darker than before. “Do you want to know now, or later?”

“We don’t have a lot of time, do we?” you asked, suddenly aware and mentally kicking yourself for thinking you didn’t need more than a few hours to get the lay of the land. Literally, you snorted at your internal joke.

“Something funny?”

“Lay of the land,” you replied with a grin and as he laughed with you, you caught sight of his canines. They seemed a little longer than when you saw them in his first grin. At the moan that slipped from your throat, he darkened again.

“That it will be.”

You gasped and squeezed your thighs, clenching at the reverberation in his voice. Something had changed from even just the moment before when he’d entered the room. Aside from the physical appearance, you sensed a shift in the air, something wavering in the ether around you. A heat crept from your core to your cheeks, through your spine and settled into your chest. You were breathless.

“How do we…um, how does this start?”

“We’ve already started, haven’t we?” he replied, a little mysteriously. “Sit with me?”

What made you drop to the floor beneath you instead of onto the comfortable looking seat, you couldn’t say, but here you were resting back on your heels as you took another drink of water from the glass bottle in your hand.

“I was going to suggest the chairs, but if you prefer the ground, I’m happy to say I do too.”

Walter stepped forward and lowered himself to the ground beside you, one knee splayed wide and almost touching yours, the other knee bent with an elbow draped over it as he leaned toward you. You could swear you caught him sniffing the air.

“I don’t know what to say,” you spoke with caution, suddenly overwhelmed. The day was just becoming a series of flip-flops in your mind as you imagined yourself, sometimes bold and determined to experience what you could, then timid and nervous as the reality overcame you. Once at ease and open, now shy and reserved.

“That’s okay,” Walter replied. “The better for me to begin.”

Why did that sound like such a familiar phrase? You took another drink and nodded for him to continue.

“I’d like to continue our time together by undressing you, one way or another. You have a choice, which you can leave to me if you’d like. I can do it now, in this form,” he paused, cocked his head to one side, then the other as he cracked his neck. “Or I can shift, in your presence or not, and do it that way.”

What did he mean by “shift”? Surely, he must mean change. As in undress and don a mask. But then you remembered his teeth, somehow longer. And you thought about the subtle way the atmosphere seemed to shimmer and transport you and you wondered if he really did mean “shift.’

“That sounds like two choices,” you whispered and caught his grin, canines even longer than before.

“Perceptive. I like it. Need a few moments?”

“What happens after I’m…I mean, I know what happens, I guess… but just, like, how…” you trailed off, not really sure what you were asking.

“We’re playing a game here, really. That’s all. It can be as simple or intricate as you’d like, though, you’re right. Our time is ticking away.”

“You do it.” You rushed, barely letting him finish his response.

“Here or…?”

“I’ll close my eyes.” The thought of watching his shift, though intriguing, also made you wonder if it would make you more nervous than you already suddenly found yourself again. Maybe it was better to just jump in and get started, as much as you were also enjoying speaking with Walter in his human form.

“Why don’t you take the basket into the bathroom? Pick out whatever intrigues you for use and come out when you’re ready. I’ll shift before you return. Sound okay?”

You nodded and he helped you to stand, then handed you the basket and gently urged you toward the bathroom door. Before he let go of your arm, he stepped in close, slipping his hand over yours and pressing it to his chest as he tugged you toward him.

“Do you mind if I give you one kiss this way before we meet next? You can say no, but it’s nice, I think, a good way to gauge your interest.”

Did he somehow think you weren’t interested? How had you hidden the drool from him? You’d been too quiet, clearly. Mesmerized by everything that had happened already in such a short time and you’d lost your voice, unable to truly communicate your desire. You were ruining everything, obviously.

“I’d like to kiss you very much,” you admitted, peering up into his eyes, which you now noticed were not the 100% blue you’d originally thought. Was this man really about to change shape? Did it matter? It didn’t matter in the least as far as how well he could kiss you, because while you were contemplating the genetics of the man in front of you, he was leaning down to capture your lips in what started as a chaste, closed mouth peck that grew steadily more intense as you felt his free arm slip up your back to settle a hand against the nape of your neck while yours slipped around his waist and urged him closer, as if you were guided by some unknown force. You felt his tongue lick along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to him as if you’d known him your whole life.

With your hand still pressed against his sternum, you could feel his heart beat faster as each second passed and the kiss grew more heated. When he pulled away you actually whined.

“I’m glad to see you are interested,” he teased with a grin before he spun you toward the door again and pressed you inside. “Now hop on in and don’t take too long. I want to treat you for as long as I can.”

The bathroom was just as sumptuous as the main room. A dark tiled shower took up one entire wall of the room and you couldn’t tell if the color was black or just the deepest forest green you’d ever seen. Instead of a curtain or sliding door, a glass panel separated the shower from the rest of the room with an opening opposite the brass water valves to step in. What you imagined must be a rain shower head jutted out from the ceiling. You didn’t want to waste any more of your precious time, but wondered if there’d be any left to enjoy this shower when all was said and done. The rest of the bathroom fixtures and amenities would have to wait for inspection, since you needed to pay attention to your basket. You set it on the veined marble counter and finally lifted the cloth completely off.

Only the cloth wasn’t exactly a cloth. It was a cape, tucked neatly on top of a few more bottles of water, a small loaf of bread, some cut cheeses and fruit in a covered bowl. And that was it for the tame picnic items.

You pulled a short, white peasant dress trimmed in lace and a red apron with black satin ribbon criss-crossing the front out of the basket, along with what appeared to be a pair of black fishnet stockings and thought of Walter’s comments. Were you expected to change or only if you wanted this part of the experience? Finally, you noticed a few heavy leather straps and as you pulled them from the basket you realized they must be meant as restraints, but for whom? You or him? You also noticed a distinct lack of silicon implements.

You heard a rustle of some sort outside the bathroom door, reminding you that Walter was waiting and time was fleeting and you really needed to make a decision about how you wanted to enter the room again. Walter had suggested you take the basket with you. And he was going to be … different when you saw him again, wasn’t he? And you had asked him to undress you. Maybe he anticipated that undressing would be … vigorous. What if this costume was meant for that? You had brought a change of clothes but didn’t think you’d be leaving here with one less outfit in your already sparse wardrobe.

Your mind made up, you stripped quickly and donned the outfit, amazed at how simple the apron was to slip over your head, then pull the satin ties tight with your own hand. You always imagined an intricate article of intimate clothing like this would take so much more effort. Maybe it would be something you’d feel comfortable and confident enough to do outside this hotel someday.

For now, you were drawn back into the moment with a thud on the door and a low growl that sounded like “Come out.”

You finished dressing, wrapping the cape around your neck and drawing up the hood. You still weren’t wearing shoes, so you could feel the ground through the wide gaps of the fishnets as you stepped back into the room, picnic basket on your arm. It felt different. More uneven. Crunchy leaves crackled beneath as you stepped onto what now felt like real grass, fading to dirt, fading to ground littered with pine needles and dry leaves. Ferns peaked out from the tree trunks. And a supermoon shone overhead.

This was not your room. It was on the other side of the bathroom door, to be fair, but this was not the room you’d stepped into 20 minutes ago. And yet, how could it be anything but? A twig snapped to your left and drew your attention as you realized you didn’t see Walter. You’d thought he’d be right outside the door, waiting for you, maybe in a chair, maybe on the bed. But you didn’t see him, only his clothes folded neatly on the table where your picnic basket had been. Suddenly, you felt a rush of air next to you.

“What are you doing here, little one?”

You had a hard time deciding what to focus on as the words were spoken. The actual choice of the words themselves, which harkened back to that story that drifted through the tendrils of your mind, whispering “You know me?” Or the rough, low way those words tumbled from him, hungry and full of want. Was this the game?

“Your voice sounds so strange, Walter. Is everything okay?” you asked, plucking the words from the cobwebs in your head.

“I think I just swallowed some water wrong.”

You took a deep breath and turned, ready to catch him, ready to see. He was glorious and you were awestruck. It took a few moments of taking in the sight of his body, arms slightly elongated, up on the balls of his feet, hair that looked like chocolate silk covering his body but not in a way that you couldn’t see the tone and definition of his skin underneath, nose and mouth pulled forward, ears up. Ears up.

“Walter, what big ears you have,” you cooed, reaching up to touch them, though waiting for the assent in his eyes. When you could see he would allow it, you brushed your fingers along the back side, then scratched a little in the crease where they met his head and he closed his eyes for a moment. His eyes.

“Walter, what big eyes you have,” your voice a bit lower, sultry, as if the confidence you’d lost earlier had found its way back to you. He opened them and you’d have sworn sparks flew as his deep blue eyes pierced yours before you saw him drag his gaze over your face, down your neck, back and forth between your breasts, unfortunately still covered. He must have felt the same because he didn’t linger on the clothes, but when he reached your thighs, clad in the black hose he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. Sharp teeth.

“Walter,” you teased. “What big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” he growled and pounced, swatting the picnic basket to the ground before lifting you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder. He only needed a few steps before he could toss you back onto the plump bed. Your cape hood dropped off your head and your dress skirt hiked up a little, but not like it mattered.

Walter was between your legs, nudging your thighs wide with his own as he folded himself over you, arms caging your head. With a snarl, he began to nuzzle down your neck, sniffing along the way.

“You smell good,” he grunted as he drew a paw over your chest. “Smelled you from the moment I walked in the room, but I wanted to be closer. Like this.”

You peered down towards his hand and noticed the sharp claw of what should be an index finger drawn back and ready to slice through the black satin down your breast. The apron draped to your sides as easily as you’d put it on, practically one handed, and it was gone now. You didn’t really care if the white dress met the same fate as the apron, but the cape was quality. Surely there was no need to ruin it. You reached to untie the bow at your neck just as Walter sliced easily through the front of the dress. The rip as he reared back and grabbed a side of split fabric in both hands to finish the job was satisfying.

Since you’d decided to just leave off the bra and panties for the sake of time, you were now left like an unwrapped package on the bed, intricately woven stretchy black thread the only thing sitting between you and Walter. Your chest was heaving and so was his. And since he was now up on his knees instead of bent over you, you had a chance to glance away from his face toward his hips and you had to bite your lip.

He was huge. Like, possibly not gonna fit huge. He must have seen the hesitation on your face.

“Don’t worry,” came the sound as he dropped back off the bed, knelt on the floor, hooked his arms under your thighs, and tugged you to the edge of the bed. You felt his nuzzle against the skin of your belly, the warm, wet air of his exhale trailing down your side, into the crook of your thigh, and finally settling right on top of your cunt. He was so deft as he slipped a finger into your slit, then cut the thread between your legs as he pulled the finger free, widening the hole to give him greater access.

The noises you made could absolutely be interpreted as nothing other than consent, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t stop, as the contract said he could if he had any doubt about your permission. There could be no doubt.

“Please, don’t stop. Put your mouth on me. Make me cum.”

There was the slightest of huffs, as if he was smiling the briefest of victory smiles, before his assail began. It was measured, it was slow, it was a thorough gathering of information. It was infuriating. As you were about to open your impatient mouth and remind him that the clock was ticking the minutes away, like the insufferable bitch she was, he shifted tactics.

Every little nuance he’d taken note of, every amount of pressure and length of lick that produced some desired effect was now fortified. This was the only thing he did. And at a brisker rate, as if he’d calculated the pleasure you’d derived at the low speed and determined the exponential pleasure you’d get from the real speed.

They had not put mathematical genius in his bio, but here you were getting eaten alive better than anyone had ever done it before. And you dared say, maybe after. This could get expensive.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, when you were afraid the remaining time had to be expired because you kept awakening from mind bending bliss to find him still lapping and sucking at your pussy as if he just got started and how long had it been, my gods, you grabbed hold of the curly hair around his head and tugged as you begged.

“Stop. Stop,” you were breathless. “Walter, please stop. It’s so good. It’s too good. I don’t want you to stop but we have to stop. My time must be up, I have to go.”

His laugh wasn’t cruel, but it was sinister “We have time. Don’t worry. I made sure.”

You didn’t dare look at the clock. Your gaze was locked into his anyway, whites of his eyes replaced by a deep, lustful red. He held your stare while dragging his tongue and snout along your heated skin.

He slipped an arm under your waist, tugging your torso in one direction as he stepped a hind leg up to nudge your hips in the other. He settled in between your legs once he had you parallel to the edge of the bed. You threw your arms over your head as he caressed your outer thigh, coaxing it around his waist while bending to savor the scent you'd released for him. When he was satisfied, he moved again to climb over your body.

You were aching for him, arching into the heat radiating from the closeness of his form. As you reached for his neck to pull him even closer, you realized why he'd kissed you before the turn. It would be awkward now to put your mouth on his. The shape didn't lend itself to an easy slotting of lips against one another, though you yearned for the recent memory.

As if he could sense your desire, he leaned in and nuzzled against your neck, behind your ear, then along your throat. He pushed your chin up with his muzzle to bare your pulse to him and then he nipped.

You whimpered at the sensation and even as he licked to soothe it, he did it again, a little harder, just shy of breaking skin.

"Please," you begged, eager to feel the power, though you knew it was strictly forbidden and you trusted he did as well.

His growl was full of bravado, as if he was proud to have you begging him to break the rules.

"You wanna get me in trouble?" Walter grumbled in your ear as he ran his paws up and down your body, dragging his claws carefully over your skin. He snarled when they snagged on the stockings and looked to you for approval before he tore them away from your legs completely.

"If you can't bite me, then at least mate me," you pleaded, knowing full well he couldn't do that either but you were too far gone to care. It would at least get him thinking about sinking his cock in you one way or another.

He reached for the drawer of the heavy wooden night stand and produced a few foil packets, dropping all but one on the bedside table and handing you the last, prompting an eyebrow raised in question from you. His response was measured, as if he struggled to control something deep inside.

"You have another choice to make," he began with a low rumble as he sought understanding in your eyes. "I can't mate you directly and I'm sure you know that. I have access to...toys, equipment that would allow you to feel that sensation, but it won't be me. If instead, you're willing to use protection with me, I will gladly fill you up."

If he wouldn't go bare, so be it. He wiggled his claws as you attempted to hand him the packet, sure you'd make a debacle of trying to sheath the monster between his legs.

"Just to be safe, you'd better do it. These are pretty sharp. That ok?" he grunted at you in question.

You nodded and scooted out from under him, up the bed so you had a little leverage. He kept a knee on the mattress as he stood tall from his other hind leg still on the floor and waited for you to tear the package and roll the condom down his cock.

"Is there anything special I need to do to make it fit?" you asked, vaguely aware of how ridiculous the question sounded but eager nonetheless to get past this part and onto the one where Walter would be deep inside you, filling every inch, stroking every wall. You'd already seen the size, but forgotten your initial trepidation thanks to the glorious head he'd given you.

Surely, no standard drugstore rubber would cover it. His huff was kind, and you could swear you saw the twinkle of a smile in his eyes as he answered.

"We bring them in special. They're designed for a ... more substantial, and sometimes even exotic, need. But if you know how to use one, you know how to use them all. Still alright?"

You nodded with a smile, and set to work, letting the heft and feel of his member draw you back into your haze of lust and desire now that logistics were out of the way. You worked the rubber over his girth and found yourself imagining what it would be like to have him split you in two. You couldn't wait and he could tell.

"So eager," he grumbled as he grasped your shoulders and eased you onto your back.

You thought about trying to tame your excitement, but to what end? For a brief moment the thought that you surely didn't have much more time left flitted through your mind and then you let the excitement and anticipation take over.

"Please take me now," you begged and captured the side of your lower lip with your teeth as you once again pictured the incoming pleasure.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop," he murmured in your ear as he lowered himself over you. "Say 'woodsman' and I stop. Understood?"

He pulled back to find your reply and when he had his confirmation he didn't hold back any further. As if no time had passed between when he had coaxed so much moisture from your core and now, you were still dripping for him when he grabbed ahold of his thick member and placed the tip at your entrance.

Any other man would have slid in easily, but Walter wasn't any other man and he knew it. Once the tip breached your aching pussy, he carefully nudged a knuckle alongside, pressing in and loosening the way. You spread your legs wider for him and willed your walls to relax, though they wouldn't.

Remembering what he said during the exchange about the condom, you pulled a hand off his shoulder, down his furry chest, and in between your bodies, reaching for the spot where you were connected. The growl he let out when he realized what you were doing was invigorating and spurred you on.

You watched him bend his head down so he could take in the sight of you stroking him a few times before you began to massage the folds at your entrance. You let your fingers tease your clit and when you couldn't stand it any longer, a time which you were sure had already passed, you split your index and middle finger and gently coaxed your opening wider.

As he felt the ease, Walter sank ever deeper until he was bottomed out and pressed as far in as he could. You saw stars, immediately, and loosened even more, coating him with warmth and juices that helped his movements.

In another time, with another man, that may have been it. Most men, if they even took the time to draw an orgasm from you through the missionary position, would collapse in almost relief as soon as you came, spending their load and ending the night then and there.

But you'd already established Walter was no mere man. He took your sigh as his cue to help you feel that way again and again. And when he couldn't tear another orgasm from you in this position, no matter how hard he pumped or how high he got your legs over his head, he pulled out and flipped you to all fours and slammed back in from behind, eager to wrench at least one last shout of pleasure from your lips before he spilled his seed in the condom and sent you to your belly with a slap on your ass as he withdrew from you entirely.

"Am I charged extra for that?" you mustered the energy to ask once he'd returned from the bathroom. You peeled one exhausted eye open to see he was back to his human form, though still completely unclothed and you wondered if anyone was lucky enough to enjoy that experience as well.

"Sorry?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face.

"Does this place charge by the volume? Was there a limit to the number of orgasms allowed? I imagine it has to be like the extra mini-bar charges they tack onto your bill when you check out of any other hotel, right?"

His laugh was deep and infectious. It reverberated through the room and your chest as he climbed into the bed beside you with the bowl of cheese and fruit in one hand and the bread in the other.

"We don't have a limit. You can have as many as you want. Care for a snack? Get your energy back?” Walter took the time to feed you small bites while your boneless body slowly recovered.

"We have to be so far over my time limit. Am I about to turn into a pumpkin now?" you asked after swallowing a final bite of bread.

Walter laughed again and it warmed your heart. Maybe he was just a really good actor, but nothing so far had rang false, so why would he try to fake this? He thought you were funny.

"No, nothing so drastic. But if you do want to rinse off before checkout, you should get a move on. I could carry you if you're still not up to moving just yet?"

You nodded, and as if you weighed nothing, Walter lifted you from the bed and deposited you in the shower cabin, away from the shower head while he fiddled with the water faucet. Once the steam began to rise, he pulled you in with him and helped you lather up and rinse off, careful to keep your hair away from the spray as best he could. Then he dried you off with a fluffy towel and helped you dress in your extra set of clothes, before tucking the cape in your bag with your original outfit.

"It's part of the basket fee," he answered your unasked question with a ridiculous wink. "If you book it again, they'll give you a discount, but you'll have to remember to bring it with you."

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the room again appeared as it did when you first entered what felt like hours ago. Surely more than two. Walter could sense your confusion.

“The hotel has some special features we don’t actually advertise,” he offered, as he pulled on his pants. “We use them at our discretion, but it means you get an experience unlike others. This room, for example, truly can transform into a deep forest. And I like to stretch the time here, especially for newcomers. When you walk out into that hall, it’ll be two hours since your arrival. We’ve been here for longer though. But do me a favor, wouldja? Keep that to yourself?”

You nodded and smiled, appreciative of his special treatment, then took one last look around the room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything. Walter walked you to the door and gave you a final kiss goodbye.

“I do hope everything was to your satisfaction. Hopefully, you’ll come back sometime,” he grinned at you as you stumbled backwards down the hall, not wanting to turn away from his gorgeous face. You were absolutely going to figure out a way to pick up some extra shift and make your way back to this hotel again if it killed you.

Bonus Edit: Absolutely GORGEOUS headers made for me by my wonderful friend in fic @geralts-yenn:

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Special tag: @kittenofdoomage (cause sometimes you love my stuff and this one's a monster fucker lol!)

Werewolf!walter only (if you asked on the teaser):

@ellethespaceunicorn (hope this is okay! Tag me in whichever HC character werewolf you end up with!) @juliaorpll78 @martha-oi @cardierreh15 if you asked and aren't here, Tumblr won’t let me tag you. Sorry!

#walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #werewolf!walter x reader #walter marshall #werewolf!walter #spoopy season #forest fantasy #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #could be a series #who knows?#mine #deandoesthingstome

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blueicequeen19 · 8 months

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Reunited

Warnings: none? JJ released from jail, unprotected sexy time, oral

You wanted to be the one to pick him up when he was released but John B insisted. So you’d spent the last few hours cleaning things that didn’t need cleaned, rearranging the living room, and cooking up everything in the fridge. You even changed your outfit four times before you finally realized it wouldn’t be on you long enough for him to notice.

You’d stopped in your tracks the moment you heard the door open, the two of you frozen in place as you looked each other over. He still looked so fucking good. The red cut off that showed his sculpted arms. The jeans that hung low on his waist. The shark tooth necklace around his neck.

JJ was home.

You were across the room and jumped into his arms a moment later, barely letting him completely inside before you engulfed him.

“Baby.” You melt in his warm embrace from the raw emotion in his voice, his face buried in your neck as he holds you tight. So tightly that you can feel the racing of his heart.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You fight off the tears again as you take a second to just breathe him in. He smelled the same but different. He’d put on more muscle and his hair was a little longer. The tang of weed was gone from his clothes but he still smelled like mint and leather.

“I missed you too. More than you know. So fucking much.” You pulled back to look at him, cupping his face gently. He looked.. tired. Defeated. His eyes weren’t sparkling with mischief like they usually did and his mouth wasn’t tipped up in a knowing smirk.

“I love you, JJ Maybank.” You felt like reassurance was what he needed right now and he smiled in return, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. The moment your lips met it became anything but gentle. Fire coursed through your veins almost immediately. A throaty groan left his lips and your back was suddenly against the wall, his duffle dropped on the floor so his hands could trace your curves.

Every worry you’d had was replaced with white, hot desire that burned all the way down to your toes. Your sundress was ripped over your head between kisses before you found yourself somehow flat on the kitchen table.

“We have family dinner tonight to welcome you home.” You rasp as he kisses every square inch of your body as he slowly peels your panties off.

“This is what I want to eat.” JJ groans, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he settles in between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue has your body bowing off the table. It had been too long. There’s nothing sweet and savoring about his movements. Your hands quickly find his hair as he threatens to steal your soul through your pussy.

“JJ, please, baby, please. I need you.” You beg, his head squeezed between your thighs.

“I’m right here.” JJ mumbles around the flesh of your leg, leaving marks as he goes.

“JJ—.”

“I’m gonna fuck you in every position I can think of.” You gasp as he shoves your legs open and stands to his full height. It’s impossible not to watch as he peels his shirt off, revealing defined abs and a meatier chest. A total wet dream.

“You’re not leaving my bed until I’m done.” You hear the thud of his boots then his shorts are gone next. His cock is rock hard and weeping as it juts up towards his navel. Your insides pulsed, ready to him inside you.

“You’re going to beg and cry and scream for me, baby.” He leans over you, kissing you deeply as his cock nudges your inner thigh. You suck on his tongue, raking your nails down his back as you taste yourself. Only when you’re trembling and reaching for what you desperately want does he finally pull back. That spark is back in his eyes as he slides his cock up and down your slit, his smirk on full display.

“So cancel the dinner. Because we’re gonna be here awhile.” You open your mouth to protest but he’s inside you with the next breath, his cock touching so deep that your eyes nearly cross. The loud moan that escapes him is music to your ears as he wastes no time rutting into you.

“JJ!” You cry, continuing to chant his name as he fucks you like a man who just went six months without you. There’s no love making. No sweet words or gentle caressing. Just pure need. His hands are rough on your body, pinching and slapping at your breasts as they bounce with every harsh thrust.

“Do you know how many times I jerked off thinking about this pussy?” JJ growls, but you barely hear him over his heavy breathing and the sloppy wet sounds of him fucking you.

“How badly I missed the way you squeeze me right before you cum? Or that little sound you make when it’s too much for ya?” His mouth finds your nipples as the band inside your belly threatens to snap.

“The way you like to be fucked like a worthless little slut while I call you a good girl.” His blue eyes find yours, his teeth around your nipple as he rolls his hips, hitting you so deep and perfectly that you can hardly think.

“Baby, please.” You sob, gripping his biceps as he straightens again. His hands have a bruising grip on your thighs as he fucks you slow and lazily.

Suddenly he’s flipping you over, your toes barely touching the floor before he’s entering you from behind. His hand wraps around your throat, pulling you against his chest. His cock was so deep. So thick.

“Oh— God—.”

“Nope. Just me, darlin’.” JJ whispers in your ear, his hips not faltering in his rough movements. You reach back to fist his hair, his lips finding yours in a wet, tongue filled kiss. His hand slides down your front, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

“You feel so goddamn good. Better than I remember. I could live in this pussy.” JJ bites your lip before sucking it into his mouth, fingers thrumming over your slick clit. The need to cum was almost too great. Your clit was pulsing and you could barely catch your breath.

“Make me cum.” You breathed against his mouth, your hand covering his as he teased.

“But I’m not done yet. And if you scream my name then I’ll definitely cum before I’m ready.” You open your mouth to protest but he forces you down on the table, your breasts smashed against the wood as he presses down on the center of your back. He pounds into you ruthlessly, holding you in place as he pounds into you over and over. You open your mouth to scream but he’s suddenly shoving something in your mouth — your panties — as he keeps pace. You cum so hard you see stars, unable to suck in a deep breath as he slams into you harder than before.

“Fuckkkkkk.” JJ lifts one of your legs onto the table, his pace growing sloppy as he quickly finds his own release. Your body trembles, wetness dripping onto the floor as he cums with a loud groan, pumping you full of his seed until you’re weak and unable to hold yourself up anymore.

“You did so good.” You don’t open your eyes when he scoops you into his arms, no doubt heading for the bathroom to clean you up.

“My good fucking girl.” Your back meets the bed and your eyelids flutter as you try to find your bearings. You feel the sticky mess between your thighs as he starts to drip out of you but he doesn’t seem to care as he settles between your thighs.

“Wait, no, I’m so sore, babe.” You try to sit up but he’s there, pushing you back down as he trails kisses up your thighs.

“Better get used to that, pretty girl, because I’m not gonna be done for a while.” His mouth finds your clit, two thick fingers suddenly curling inside your pulsing walls until you’re crying out, trying to twist away from him.

It’s not until he rips multiple orgasms from you as tears stream down your face, tasting you from front to back that you finally realize you’re completely and utterly done for.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #obx2 #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #rudy pankow #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx

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gunnerfc · 8 months

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Tension’s Rising | Alexia Putellas x Spain!Reader (18+, minors DNI)

Summary: you seem always to be paired with Alexia during national team camps and each time, the two of you can never get along, until one camp where you can’t deal with the captain anymore

WC: 1.6K

Warnings: strap use (r receiving), both R and Alexia are kinda mean (calling each other names like bitch, whore, slut), top alexia, bottom reader

AN: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything smutty (aside from my Aitana fic) so bear with me as I get back into writing smut lol

You looked forward to national team camps since it meant you got to see a lot of your close friends you don't see often while playing in the States. It sucked being away from your teammates for extended periods of time but each camp, you made up for it.

The one thing you despised about national team camps was being roomed with Alexia. You seemed to always be paired with the captain during breaks and each camp she was determined to get on your last nerve. You knew she was doing it on purpose, leaving her clothes on your side of the room, listening to loud videos (mostly games of whoever you would be playing) with no headphones, among other things. When you asked some of your fellow teammates, those who also played with Alexia in Barcelona, they looked at you as if you were crazy. The actions you had described not matching the closed-off persona they knew Alexia to have.

Why she decided to act this way with you, you weren’t sure. However, you were determined to finally tell the captain off for her behavior. You were one of the last to arrive at camp, having a longer flight than most of your teammates. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when you picked up your rooming assignment, once again seeing your name next to Alexia’s. Once you had made it to the elevator and you were alone, you groaned out loud, not looking forward to next week and having to be in the same room as Alexia.

When you arrived on the floor where the team would be staying for the next few days, you waited a minute before unlocking the hotel room, bracing yourself for whatever Alexia would have done to the room before you could say anything. Walking into the room you were met with Alexia’s stuff on one of the beds and Alexia’s herself on the other.

You didn’t speak to the midfielder, choosing to ignore her presence altogether. You rolled your eyes as you threw her things onto her bed before quickly unpacking your things.

“Are you not gonna speak?” you heard from behind you as you got your training kit out for tomorrow. You mocked her quietly before turning around to give her a tight smile before muttering “hola.”

You turned back to your things and as you continued, the video Alexia had been watching got progressively louder. You knew if you didn’t say anything now, on the first night, you wouldn’t for the entire camp.

“Can you please not be such an inconsiderate bitch? For one camp I would like to be able to relax in my room without having to clean up after you or listen to your annoyingly loud games. Is that too much to ask for?” you snapped at the blonde, not backing down from finally confronting her.

You watched as shock graced Alexia’s features, though it was quickly replaced with a smug look. You had to shake your head to rid your thoughts of how attractive your captain looked at the moment, you were dead set on seeing this through.

“You shouldn’t speak to your captain like that, you know,” Alexia taunted as she sat up on her bed to fully face you. The blonde moved so she was now sitting on the side of the bed, her body closer to you than wanted at the moment.

You tried as hard as you could to focus on the matter at hand, but you couldn’t deny just how hot Alexia was, even when she did the simplest of things. You turned back to your things that were on your bed, your back now facing Alexia. You could hear her moving around but refused to turn around.

You felt her standing right behind you, her warm breath hitting your neck. You felt your heartbeat pick up as her hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you flush against her front.

“Speaking to your captain that way should be punished, bebita,” Alexia whispered in your ear, pressing as close to you as humanly possible.

It was now that you felt the strap on that she was packing. The thought of her wearing a strap while waiting for you almost made you moan but you held it in. Alexia’s hands on your waist sipped under your shirt and you let out a small gasp at her warm hands on your cool skin.

Alexia’s hands traced up and down your sides, moving to rest just under the bottom of the sports bra you were wearing. Before you could process what was happening, Alexia’s hands were off your body and she had taken a small step back. You missed the warmth of her body immediately as you turned to face her.

The blonde was still wearing the same attractive smirk as she watched your chest move up and down rapidly. Without thinking, your hands found her neck and you were pulling her into a deep kiss. Your lips moved against each other, tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Alexia moved her hands to have one on your hip and the other resting on your ass. She gave both a squeeze and you didn’t fight back the moan this time. You were glad Alexia’s mouth was on yours, preventing the moan from being louder.

With your lips still connected, Alexia guided you toward the desk that was in the hotel room. You pulled away for a quick intake of air before leaning back in but Alexia had other plans as her hands left your shirt from your body. The midfielder was quick to strip you completely naked before doing the same to herself. You didn’t have time to take in her naked form as Alexia’s hands were once again on your hips, turning you around so you were bent over the desk.

You moaned quietly as you waited for her to do something, this was not what you had pictured in your head when you thought about finally telling her off. One of Alexia’s hands moved between your thighs, tracing a finger up and down your right thigh, getting closer to where you needed her each time.

“You’re so wet already, bebita. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping.” you could hear the smirk as she spoke.

“You’re such a whore,” you heard her mumble in your ear which was followed by a small chuckle as you moaned.

You couldn’t think of a sarcastic response in time before you felt the tip of Alexia’s strap push into you. You braced yourself on the desk, your body involuntarily pushing back against Alexia as she bottomed out inside you. Alexia had a tight grip on your hips as she let you get adjusted to the size of her strap on.

Her thrusts started slow and easy before she couldn’t handle it anymore. Alexia was trusting into you quickly and the only sounds filling the room were your moans and the sound of your skin hitting each other.

“F-faster, por favor,” you choked out as best as you could in between moaning.

One of Alexia’s hands left your hip to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulled your head back slightly. Her thrusts sped up as she angled her hips slightly to push deeper into you. The blonde leaned down some to leave harsh bites along your neck and the back of your shoulders. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching and you knew you weren't going to be able to last much longer.

“You wanna cum, slut? Wanna make a mess all over my cock?” Alexia husked into your ear before biting your earlobe. You let out a small cry before you repeatedly moaned “sí” in response to her question.

Alexia let go of your hair to hold on to your hips again as she continued to pound into from behind. “Go ahead, bebita, make a mess on my cock.” the blonde groaned from behind you, her grip tighter than it was before. You were sure there would be some bruising there tomorrow.

With a loud moan, you came all over Alexia’s strap, your eyes tightly closed as you fell apart. Alexia kept thrusting in you as you reached your orgasm, helping you get through it. Her hips eventually slowed before coming to a stop. You whined as she pulled out of you and you could still feel your core pulsing from the simulation.

You struggled to catch your breath for a few minutes, Alexia handing you a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. You gratefully accepted the water, not trusting your voice without it. You sat the bottle on the desk you were bent over before standing to face Alexia.

The blonde was still wearing the same smirk as her eyes looked you up and down, pausing to look at the wetness that had run down your thighs. When she met your eyes again you could see you weren’t done for tonight, Alexia still wanting to “punish” you for how you spoke to her.

While this wasn’t how you pictured the conversation going, had you known it would have resulted this way, you would have snapped at the captain a lot sooner. You kept these thoughts to yourself, letting Alexia guide you to her bed, letting her have her way with you the rest of the night.

You weren’t sure if this would change her behavior during camp, but if not, you would just have to keep snapping at her so she could continue giving you orgasm after orgasm as “punishment.”

#woso x reader #woso #barca femeni x reader #espwnt x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso smut #alexia putellas smut

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uravitypng · 5 months

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𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞!

pairing: atsumu miya x chubby reader

word count: 1.1k words

a/n: this is a slightly longer version to something i wrote a couple days, an anon asked for shameless smut with atsumu and a chubby reader and i delivered them this (x) this is the longer version of that

content warnings: (not a lot really?? its pretty fluffy for smut) horny/needy atsumu, vaginal sex, body worship, atsumu making a joke about you looking hot while humiliated, he's kind of a meanie (a menace if you will, but a menace in love) / mdni

"tsumu we're going to be late! our reservations are at half seven, we're meeting all the others in less than an hour." you're meant to be celebrating a msby win with the team and their partners but instead you're laying in your shared bed with your fiancee with your dress bunched up.

"don't blame me. it's yer fault for looking so hot. you can't blame me when my wife looks so good."

"wife? not yet." you try and pull your dress back down but atsumu isn't having it and swats your hand away, not letting you.

"shut yer trap, ya know what i mean." while keeping your dress bunched up he runs his large hands over your thick thighs, enjoying your soft skin underneath his hands.

you giggle at his response but your laugh is cut off as he places a kiss over your clothed clit making you gasp. tsumu slightly pushes your underwear to the side and then blows air against your clit getting satisfaction from make you shudder. the tips of his fingers stroke you up and down, lightly, teasing you, a patch already soaking through from your arousal. " 's not my fault when you look so hot in that dress, clinging to all your curves like that. you're making me go crazy." he pulls down your underwear and throws them somewhere behind them not taking any notice to where, "we can be a little late."

"a little?" you snort as you stare of in the direction of your discarded clothes. he smirks and kisses your hip, pulling down your dress at the top too so that your tits are on display and your dress is only covering the middle part of your body. atsumu pulls down your bra as well and gropes your breasts harshly before pinching your nipples causing you to whine.

he drags his digits along your already wet folds, his fingers becoming the same. he feels no shame as he sucks his fingers clean. you swallow as you watch his tongue circle his two fingers that are still in his mouth, he hums and there's a popping sound as he takes them out. "ya taste so good sweetheart."

you turn your head away embarrassed from the act, "none of that now if you don't look at me i'll stop what i'm doing and i'm sure you want me to keep going at this point." he warns you and you reluctantly look back at him, still embarrassed. he smirks as he sees you try and shy your eyes away from his, "aw, you embarrassed love?" he chuckles. "there's no need. i wasn't lying or nothin' ya taste fucking amazing."

"don't say that tsumu, it's humiliating," you whine, finally making eye contact with him again.

"humiliation looks so good on you though," he smirks while pinching your nipple harder that he had been previously, making you yelp and him to burst out laughing because of the noise. you scowl at him but he just smirks again, unapologetically.

atsumu runs his large hands all over your body before stating suddenly, "this is stupid," and he starts pulling up your dress to take it off completely and moves up to face you so he can look at how pretty you are.

"i thought you said it looked hot?" you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him.

"you do! ya just look better with it off," he smirks and allows you to pull him down. kissing messily, all tongue and teeth, clashing , right in the moment, he just can't help himself when it comes down to you and you're not one to complain just as swept up around atsumu as he is with you. most of the time atsumu kisses you slowly and tenderly while cupping your cheek but you never complain when he looks at you more hungrily.

now that you're completely naked he squeezes and grabs your pudgy tummy and kneeds your love handles, groaning as his fingers sink into your soft malleable skin.

his clothes come off just as rushed as yours did, hastily pulling down his jeans and boxers all at once, he quickly threw them behind him too, getting the same treatment as your clothes did, his dick already rock hard and weeping, begging to buried inside you.

atsumu lifted your thigh up, resting his palm at the bottom where he's slung your thigh over his shoulder and he's folding your body as he plunges his fat cock into you to the hilt as deep as possible hitting the spongy spot making you see stars, his coarse semi-groomed pubes stimulating you further. your wet heat envelops him and he groans, "jesus baby, i love ya s'much."

he ruts into you hard and fast, causing your plush body to jiggle with each thrust and atsumu doesn't know where to look. you look like a goddess in his eyes and every inch of you is perfect he just can't decide; your tummy rolls that are squished together, your breasts that freely bounce without any bra, your cute face and chubby cheeks, your pretty pussy that keeps sucking him back in with every thrust, not wanting him to go leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock with every thrust. he can't decide where to look- you're perfect.

his balls make a smacking sound with each trust when making contact with your ass and your thighs start to ache with how pressed up they are against your breasts and it's good thing atsumu is driving tonight because it's doubtful you'd be able to walk far after this, your whole lower body will likely be sore. you love every second of it though.

you admire how handsome your fiancee is above you, hooded brown eyes that are gazing at you like he wants to bite into you and eat you up, lazy smirk that adorns his face, bleached dyed hair that's become messy after him jumping on you, a light sheen of sweat covers his forehead and his lips plump, looking slightly swollen, from how much you've been kissing. you reach a hand up and tug his hair, pulling him down so he's close enough for you to kiss again and you do kiss, tongues dancing together.

you intimately press a palm against his cheek and feel the heat radiating under your hand, atsumu's eyes flutters close a few times, smiling sweetly as he feels your warm touch. one hand is still holding onto your thigh occasionally squeezing the softness making him harder. his other hand is holding onto one of your hands, fingers intertwined. he repeats himself from earlier, mumbling against your forehead, "love you, love you s' much."

"love you too 'tsumu!" you moan and you're gripping onto his hand even tighter.

you turn up to dinner late, very late.

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ickadori · 9 months

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++ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈

[summary] @thelocalslutof7umblr : Didn't read the manga yet but Hakari seems like the kind of guy to come over twice a week to dick me down after he just spent all of my life savings on gambling

[cws] fem reader -> chubby. unedited.

[an] thank you for the idea!! sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged :(

“Get out of my apartment, Kinji.” You say as soon as he steps through the door, the key that you had made him (and failed to take back from him on his last visit) held between his fingers. “And give me my key back.”

“This key?” He wags it in the air, heel of his sneaker knocking back into the door so it slams shut. He doesn’t bother locking it, instead swaggering over to where you’re sat on the sofa, gaze stubbornly glued to the television as one of your shows play. “Come give me a kiss and you can have it.”

“Keep it.”

“Tch.” He tosses the key onto the coffee table, toeing his shoes off a second later and leaving him in clean, white socks. “You still mad about last time?” You cut your eyes at him, and he can’t help the amused smirk that curves onto his lips. The last time he had been here, there hadn’t been much talking going on, or rather no intelligible talking, the blissed out babbles that had spilled from your mouth as he pounded away at your sopping cunt hardly counting as words.

Hakari hardly needed an excuse to plug you with his cock —the man was practically ready to go every second of every day, and once he got his hands on that plump, soft body of yours, you were ready to go, too, for as long as he wanted you to— but on this particular day, he had been itching for a loan, that ever present ‘fever’ creeping up on him. He felt lucky that day, lucky as a goddamn leprechaun, and he didn’t need that luck running out on the way to the bank, so he had went with the next closest thing; you.

You have been hesitant at first, having been on the losing end of one his fever’s time and time again, but this was different. He had been blazing, feverish, hot to the touch, and every nerve had been on end as he crowded you against the couch and let his hands help with the talking.

“You feel it, don’t you, baby?” He had rasped against your skin. “I’m hot—on fire, baby. This is the one.” A kiss here, a squeeze there, a compliment there, and you had been dripping, pussy wet and demanding as it sucked him in and held him tight. He spent a while working you up, making you cream around his dick and getting you nice and dumb before he finally dropped the big one—

Let me hold a bit of money, gorgeous. I’ll get it back to you, promise.

He had made sure to ask it right as he ground the tip of his cock against the gummy spot inside of you, and the rest had been history. You had given him the money with a dopey smile and a hole full of cum, and he had lost it all within the first ten minutes of sitting down at the machine.

Ya win some, ya lose some.

“You’re giving me the silent treatment, now?” He drops onto the cushion beside you, legs spreading wide and arms stretching across the back of it as he leans his head back, turning so his gaze falls on you. “I wanna be mad at that, but…” He lets his eyes take you in, teeth sinking into his bottom lip at the sight of you in a tight familiar, no bra in sight as the material stretches across a pair of heavy tits and hugs a soft belly. Your legs are folded up underneath you, the little shorts you wear leaving your thighs bare. “You look too fucking good to be mad at.”

You roll your eyes but otherwise keep your attention on the tv, and Hakari feels his cock fatten up in his boxers as he tugs on a strand of your hair.

“Quit.” You bat his hand away, finally turning to face him, and he acts on impulse, crowding into your space as he smacks a kiss onto your lips. “Kinji!” You reel back, and he closes a hand around the fat of your hip.

“You’re mad at me, I know. ‘M sorry, just can’t help it with you sitting beside me looking this pretty.” He kisses you again, this time longer, and you let him, your lips eventually moving against his own as you kiss him back. He grins into the kiss before pulling back. “I made a bad bet last time, it happens, but you know I’m good for it. I’ll triple it and get you right in no time.”

He pulls you to sit on his lap, your hot little cunt seated right on top of the bulge in his pants, and his hands smooth up your sides as he gently rocks you back and forth on him, head leaned against the back of the sofa as he looks up at you. “So stop being mad and let me make you feel good, ‘kay?” He gropes at a fat breast, fingers hungrily sinking into the flesh before he’s hooking a finger into your top and tugging it down, tongue licking at his lips as he watches them drop free. “Did you miss me?”

“I guess…but I miss my money more, Kinji. That was for my Christmas shopping!” His hand makes quick work for of his sweats and boxers, pushing them down to his thighs while his other hand lifts you up by your ass.

“Aw, you don’t gotta get me a gift, baby. Just looking at you is good enough for me.” The seat of your shorts (no panties, damn) is tugged to the side, and then you’re tugged back down on his lap, cock sliding through your folds as he gets himself nice and with your slick. You gasp, hands grasping at his shoulders.

“I -ah- wasn’t. It was gonna be for my coworkers -shit, Kinji-, for t-the secret santa.”

“Santa, huh?” He guides the tip of his cock to your hole, tongue trapped between his teeth as it catches. “I’m the only Santa you’ve gotta worry about, and I got a present just for you.” His hips buck up, cock pushing in deep, and your tits bounce in his face from the force, a high moan punched from your lungs as your lashes flutter.

He sinks further down into the cushions, feet planted on the floor as his calves flex, hands holding a tit each as he fucks you with wild abandon, sweat beading at his forehead as he bounces you in his lap. “You still mad at me?”

“Mm-nn,” your nails bite through the fabric of his hoodie and leave crescent shaped moons in his bronze skin. “No.” One hand leaves your chest to come up to his mouth, and he swipes his tongue gud against his thumb before he’s mashing it up against your clit and rubbing.

“You love me?”

“Uh-huh,” your head flies back, neck bared. “Yes, Kinji, yes! So much - I love it so much.”

“I said me, dummy, not my cock.” He huffs out a laugh, head inching forward to take a hard, puffy nipple into his mouth. “Mm, missed my sweet girl, too.” He mutters around you, hands smoothing up your back, over soft handles and up to rounded shoulders. He hungrily sucks at your breast, skin heating, sweltering, and cock swelling.

You start spouting off nonsense, pussy squeezing down tight around him, and Hakari holds you by your ass, quickly swapping your positions so you’re laid back against the cushions, your thighs wrapped around his hips as he pistons in and out of you, mouth still latched to your breast.

“Kinji…KinjiKinjiKinjiKinji!” You come with a shout, cunt holding him tight, and he stills inside you, balls drawing up before he’s groaning from deep in his chest, cum coating your walls with slow, drawn out spurts. He releases your breast with a pop, mouth dragging up your skin until his tongue is sliding in your own mouth to rub along side yours.

Your hands smooth against his face, thumbs petting at the skin under his eyes, and he pulls back a bit, pecking at your lips once, twice, and thrice for good measure. You smile, and he chuckles, the sound low and gravelly.

“You still want your key back?”

“No,” you sigh. “But I do want my money back, with interest.”

#hakari x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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libellule-ao3 · 10 months

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NSFW Alphabet | Ominis Gaunt

⚠️ Sexually explicit content | 🔞 | Smut | HC

Summary: Some of my smutty headcanons about Ominis Gaunt, collected under the "NSFW alphabet" template.

Also published on AO3

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A = Aftercare

Ominis is a firm believer in consent and aftercare. He always makes sure you feel safe and cherished after sex, especially if he’s completely destroyed you.

B = Body part

Since he’s found other uses for it besides eating and communicating, his mouth is his favorite body part. He loves its sensitivity and the range of possibilities it offers: kissing, tasting, licking, nibbling, sucking, biting hard, lapping...

On the other hand, he doesn't like his legs, which seem too long.

His favorite part of your body is undoubtedly your silky, reactive skin, where he loves to find his own scent (a gentle reminder that you belong to him). Your skin tells your story and expresses the emotions that you keep silent and that he can't see. The skin on your face gets hotter when you’re excited or embarrassed, the skin on your hands gets clammy when you’re nervous...

C = Cum

Cumming inside you is what he prefers, because it’s proof of your total acceptance of him. That said, the idea of perpetuating the Gaunt line anguishes him, so in the absence of contraception, he'll prefer to release himself in your mouth or on your languid body.

D = Dirty secret

At the very beginning of your sexual relationship, Ominis didn't dare let his dominant side express itself during intercourse because he didn't accept this dark side that demanded your total submission. Your enthusiasm when he finally dared to test the waters reassured him and he now fully accepts this inclination.

Ominis appreciates the exclusivity of your relationship. No third party has a place in your bedroom. Or so he claims. But deep down, his ultimate fantasy is a threesome with Sebastian... For the sake of the experience with the only other person with whom he shares a great deal of intimacy.

E = Experience

Ominis has little or no experience before meeting you, because he needs a partner he can trust, and he doesn’t grant it easily. And when it comes to something this intimate, it takes even longer. Your first time together is the fruit of your initiative, after you’ve dispelled his insecurities. Informed and intuitive, Ominis takes the time to get to know your body, and your pleasure helps him gain confidence.

F = favourite position

Ominis loves to feel your burning body squirming with pleasure beneath his, your legs trembling around his waist or on his shoulders, modulating your pleasure by changing the angle and rhythm of his thrusts, kissing you. His favorite positions are those that allow him to do just that.

G = Goofy

Ominis is serious about savoring the moment and intimacy with you. However, he won’t take offense if you laugh at a ticklish caress.

H = Hair

His face is always clean-shaven, and although his hairiness is sparse, he prefers his intimate area trimmed. He’s happy if you do the same, but he’ll never force you to.

I = Intimacy

Because Ominis loves you so much and feels safe with you, he’ll let himself go and be vulnerable, which opens the door to great intimacy during sex. He always likes to be as close to you as possible, wanting to touch you wherever he can put his hand or lips.

J = Jerking off

Solitary pleasures always seem a somewhat shameful action to him, as Ominis sees it as a lack of control over his impulses. But if your absence becomes intolerable, he may indulge his needs to make sure he can keep you on edge when you return.Sometimes he’ll enjoy stroking himself in front of you when you can’t touch him, just for the pleasure of hearing you beg.

K = Kink(s)

Whether it’s the melting of an ice cube on burning skin, a cascade of icy water on your spanked buttocks, or hot wax falling drop by drop before solidifying on your docile body to form a relief painting that his fingers run over with delight, Ominis loves the sensory intensity of temperature play.

Praise kink. Ominis never forget to say how desirable you are, or lde compliment the way you take him, so, so well.

Although he doesn’t show it, Ominis is very sensitive to your compliments. Probably because his existence has been too rarely appreciated in the past and a certain euphoria overcomes him when the most important person in his eyes gives him value.

L = Location

Ominis isn’t comfortable with the idea of being caught in the act, but as long as you can keep your private moments private, Ominis appreciates all kinds of places. (Even if what he prefers is the familiarity of his room or the places where he has his bearings)

M = Motivation

Many things can get him in the mood: a suggestive conversation, a languorous kiss, the undulations of your hips against his or, more simply, the smell of your arousal.

N = No

No matter how intense your games are , he’ll never neglect your physical, mental and emotional health. He makes a clear distinction between pain-pleasure and pain, which is nothing but suffering. So he’ll never inflict the latter on you, and will always respect your limits.

Sex in public. This is a categorical no. On the one hand, because he’s aware of the importance of preserving your reputation in an age when the consideration given to a woman depends largely on her virtue. And on the other, because he believes your lovemaking should remain private.

O = Oral

He loves giving as much as receiving oral pleasure. Burying his head between your trembling thighs is a divine pleasure, as is sinking into your greedy mouth.

P = Pace

Ominis usually fucks you sensuously, even when you want more passionate lovemaking, increasing the intensity of your carnal union as he approaches his climax. But if you need to be punished, he can possess you with a brutal frenzy, until he's sated and drained.

Q = Quicklies

Ominis prefers to take his time... But if your desire is urgent, he's ready to finger you on the spot until you orgasm on his fingers or eat you in a secret nook.

R = Risk

He definitely enjoys experimenting with you in the reassuring intimacy of your bedroom. He welcomes your fantasies without judgment.

S = Stamina

Ominis has patience and determination in spades. He can spend hours if you deserve it, whether for reward or punishment.

T = Toys

Ominis is quite traditional in this respect. He’d much rather feel your orgasm around his fingers, his cock, or on his tongue than use a dildo that prevents him from enjoying much of the pleasure he gives you. Apart from that, Ominis appreciates the use of various accessories to spice up your lovemaking.

U = Unfair

Ominis can be very unfair simply for the pleasure of hearing you beg and cry for him and your release. His favorite way to torment you: The edging. He loves to deprive you of your climax for the umpteenth time in a row, turning you into a whimpering mess so desperate that all rational thought leaves your mind. However, he refuses to let you end up frustrated, which is why he always lets you reach orgasm in the end.

V = Volume

He’s vocal, but part of him will always instinctively try to hold back, because he’s so self-aware. He muffles his moans and groans in your burning skin when he becomes impatient and excited, savoring how soft you are. But he loves to hear you. He demands that you let it all out, every cry, every moan, every gasp, because he knows how to interpret every note to give you maximum pleasure.

W = Wild Card

Ominis likes to be in control, so he likes to dominate you, but he’ll gradually learn to appreciate the release offered by submission and thus vary the pleasures.

Ominis got into the habit before his magic was revealed of carefully storing his belongings so that he could find them easily despite his blindness, and it’s a habit he’s kept as an adult, including during intimate moments. That said, he could do it quickly, but he sometimes takes a perverse pleasure in taking his time while you’re naked, waiting impatiently for him to fuck you.

You were very surprised the first time you heard him let out a few words in parseltongue at the height of his pleasure. Because he's always associated this ability with the Dark Arts, Ominis was quite confused and embarrassed... Until you admitted that his sinister hiss intensifies your natural lubrication.

X = X-Ray

Ominis is slim, with a fine musculature. His skin is clear as porcelain, a constellation of moles stretching from his flank to his pubis. His nipples are the same pink as his lips. Ominis is rather well equipped in terms of length and girth, without being out of the ordinary...

Y = Yearning (libido)

Ominis’ libido was rather low before he met you. With you, however, he finds himself aroused more often than he’d like, which causes him some embarrassment.

Z = Zzz

He never falls asleep before you do. He waits patiently for your breathing to slow down and become slow and deep, etching in his memory the memories of your last lovemaking.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis x you #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis smut #ominis gaunt smut #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis gaunt fic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #parseltongue #ominis gaunt imagine

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voxisdaddy · 4 months

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after hours of punishing vox and edging him and stuff he’s so deep in subspace he just begs you to praise him 😕😕 i just love the idea of his bratty walls coming down and just wanting the readers approval, like being all weepy about it!! he puts up with so much shit (and gives out the same energy) for so long all day that he just wants his mommy to be nice to him 😔 mmfph subby vox just 😍😍

Tender

THANK YOU ANON I just wanna care for this lil needy brat so badly I swear <3 also I like how my name is VoxisDaddy and yet every time I write him in a sexual context, he's a subby bottom and occasional pervert lol

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Type: Headcanons + kinda rambly | Fluff

C/TW: Suggestive content, marking this 18+ because of it, needy Vox, tears, mommy kink, fluffy aftercare, sub!Vox x Dom!Reader, reader implied as fem im sorry :c

In which after hours of endless (pleasurable) torture, all Vox wants is his mommy's sweetest affections <3

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Whatever the fuck it is he did to deserve this overwhelming pleasure he's already long forgotten about. Poor baby's too fucked dumb :c

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Once you finally detached yourself from him, his legs fall limp against the bed, quivering. You could poke or accidentally graze his thigh and his legs would twitch rather suddenly. "Mommy" falling from his lips in short mumbles

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He would so panic when you get up to leave, reaching a clawed hand out to grasp at your arm desperately. He'd softly tug on your arm as he babbles almost incoherently

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You swear you can hear something about "mommy" in there somewhere—which is new. He normally used that term during or leading up to it, never after

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Though perhaps by now you already understand what he wants since this is likely not your first rodeo like this. Gently you'd pry his hand off of you and he wouldn't put up much of a fight sine he doesn't wanna accidentally scratch you. He'd look up at you pleadingly though; don't leave him :c

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You'd have to reassure him and kiss his knuckles softly. Saying something like—"I'm just gonna go get something to clean you up baby, I'll be right back." No longer than a few moments do you come back with a damp rag and carefully run it over his quivering thighs and the surrounding area. He lets you do this, his gaze never leaving you

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Once he's all cleaned up and not feeling so sticky anymore this man will absolutely not let you leave

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He's actually so fucking clingy, muttering into your skin about how good you made him feel and if he did a good job—asking if he's forgiven for being such a brat

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Maybe you'd contemplate this just to be a bit mean cuz he's really been unnecessarily rude lately, today being the final straw, but looking at him all clingy, teary eyed, and desperate for your love you can only sigh; "You did so good for me baby. So much self control."

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The lights in the city didn't shut off too early this time :D

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ I feel like in his fucked dumb foggy brain, he'd silently beg to suck on your tit. Being the good boy he is, he waits for permission and goes for it—whimpers softly at your quiet praises

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Ngl I kinda see the clinging seeping over to the next day

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Like you'd be sitting on the couch sipping on your morning drink and Vox would walk over in more comfortable clothing. You'd raise a brow—he usually heads to work as soon as possible, what the hell is he still doing here? He'd wave you off, giving some kind of excuse then sitting on the floor in between your legs, resting against you as you watch tv. his arms resting on your thighs as he sits back and relaxes his sore af body

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Either takes the rest of the day off and follows you around like a lost puppy or practically clings to you as he sits in his office chair working-or maybe on your lap while you hug him from behind

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This last one is just a personal funny thing I'm picturing and it's Vox being in a noticeably good mood that day and just giving his assistant a random ass pay bonus. Side eyeing you to see if you noticed his generosity lmao

IM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A WEEK AND A HALF TO COME OUT ANON SVAOVBNO

Sometimes my posts get shadowbanned, I'd really appreciate it if you not only liked but also reblogged <3 no pressure, just a thought!!

#hazbin hotel #x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #sub vox #dom reader

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causewayguy · 1 year

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Pics courtesy of a fellow follower

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You folks know how Chinese parents like to have sons instead of daughters? They will always go 'Son good', 'Son carries our family name', 'Son is better'. But there is always one very special reason most fathers want a son for, and for me, her name is Charlotte.

Charlotte is my son’s latest girlfriend. They have been together for close to 1 year now and Charlotte has recently begun to stay over. Since my wife passed many years back, having another woman in the house was super exciting - FBTs, tank-tops, thin shirts, pokies, nip slips, etc. And all these from a hot piece of ass! Charlotte was becoming my main masturbation material.

One Saturday, I was home alone while my son and Charlotte went on their date. While scrolling through Insta, I came across Charlotte’s IG story; a selfie in my son’s bedroom and a side profile picture, with her jeans showing off her juicy ass. Suddenly, an evil thought came over me and I quickly went into their room, searching for something….viola! Charlotte’s lace panties. I started jerking off with her panties while eye-fucking her IG pictures. Before long, I cum all over her white panties. An eviller idea came to mind. I folded and placed her panties on the top of the pile, hoping my fantasy would come true tomorrow.

The next morning, I woke up at the first ring of my alarm and quickly went to the living room, as Charlotte always cooks breakfast for us. There she was. She smiled and greeted me then continued cooking her scrambled eggs. Not sure which Buddha answered my prayers as a piece of egg fell on the floor and Charlotte bends down to clean it up. My eyes widen in happiness, Charlotte was wearing the panties from last night, filled with my cum! I dashed back to my room to take care of the hardening boner, and came 3 times in just 15 minutes, thinking of what had happened and what can I do further in future.

Few weeks later, the 3 of us went on a family trip. I have been busy with work and had no time to masturbate so my balls are completely full. And Charlotte being on this trip certainly helped. At the pier we visited, I imagined the wind blowing her hair back as she sucks me off in her tight tank-top and jeans. I imagined fucking her against the wall of the art museum we visited, as though she was one of art pieces for everyone to enjoy. And finally, I imagined titty fucking her fantastic C-cuppers exposed through the gap of her black top and spray my cum all over Charlotte’s face as my son was in the shower. If the trip lasted longer than a week, I would have suffered dehydration from masturbating too much to Charlotte.

However, the best was yet to come. My son can never handle his alcohol well, so usually takes an Uber whenever he and Charlotte go drinking. One night, Charlotte ringed me well past midnight. It turned out my son was so wasted that no Uber was willing to take them home. I was fuming as I had to drive all the way down to Clarke Quay to pick them up. However, my heart melted as I saw Charlotte standing there, looking all defeated as my drunk son leaned his entire weight on her.

On our way home, Charlotte apologized over and over again to me but I just smiled at her, brushing it off. What I was actually doing was stealing glances at her deep cleavage from her wraparound white top. In her tipsy state, Charlotte began complaining about work, about friends, about my son drinking too much, about how he was not satisfying her enough. The more she complained, the more body movement she made and well, the more her boobs jiggle.

Hornnnnnnn! I was so mesmerized by her boobs that I did not notice a red light and the oncoming traffic horned. On instinct, I struck out an arm while hitting the brakes, trying to protect Charlotte from falling forward. But this meant that her front body fell onto my outstretched arm.

‘Uncle are you oka- Ahhhh…’ Charlotte moaned as she finally felt my hand on her boobs. I was high on adrenaline from the near miss, so when my hand was on the boobs of my masturbation fantasy, I just squeezed. When I realized what I have done, my cock also started to rise in my shorts. I tried to pull my hand away but Charlotte kept my hand there while she stuck her other hand between her legs. Her face was filled with CFM expression. ‘Please Uncle…don’t stop now…’

Without thinking, I sped home with one hand on the wheel and the other hand ‘servicing’ Charlotte. Alternating between both boobs, I managed to peel off Charlotte’s nipple stickers and started tuning her rock hard nipples. My car was filled with erotic female moans as well as the squishing sounds of something wet. My rock-hard boner was now like another gearstick that Charlotte groped at. I felt her pumping my cock to the rhythm of the squishing sounds between her legs, adding my moans to the already erotic surround sound in the car.

Within minutes, my car was safely parked in my garage, with me fucking Charlotte over the bonnet, pulling her golden long hair.

I could feel every inch of Charlotte’s pussy as I thrusted my cock into her. I could see her boobs bouncing out of that white top of hers. I quickly grabbed them and started to pump into her faster and harder. Charlotte’s face was filled with lust and her tongue hanging out, drooling and moaning.

I started becoming the devil again.

Me: ‘Who is bigger??’

Charlotte: ‘Uncle bigger~!’

Me: ‘Who is better??’

Charlotte: ‘Uncle better~!’

Me: ‘Who are you??’

Charlotte: ‘I am your slut, Uncle… Don’t stop!!!’

I could feel her pussy clamping on my cock as she cum but I couldn’t stop. Not yet. With my cock still inside her, I walked (dragged) her over to the back door and opened it. Still weak from her big orgasm, Charlotte leaned forward above my drunk son with her hair flowing down to my son's face. Now, I continued to fuck her harder, right above my son!

Me: ‘Who is the guy in front of you, you slut?’

Charlotte: ‘M….my boyfriend…’

Upon hearing her answer, I pulled out immediately, leaving my cock head barely touching her pussy.

Me: ‘Again, who is he??’

Charlotte: ‘Nnooo, he’s nobody! Don’t stop plea-uuuhhhhhhh’

Charlotte whimpered loudly as I thrusted my full length into her without warning. Watching her moaned right at her boyfriend’s face while his father’s cock penetrating her from the back was too much for me. I emptied my weeks’ worth of cum into her pussy raw, triggering Charlotte’s second big orgasm. Charlotte was so fucked that she fell onto my son, panting and shaking.

We rested for a bit (and me taking a mental picture of this scene) and I carried Charlotte up to my bedroom where we made some more loving before finally dozing off in exhaustion.

One year later…

Buzz, buzzz

I received a photo from Charlotte with the caption:

‘Dear, your son passed out from drinking again. 😊 Managed to get him drunk every night of our honeymoon. But now I am super horny le… Lucky I brought the bra with your cum stain with me. Sniffed it while I masturbated last night 😉. Will wear to on the flight back to SG later too. See you soon! xoxo Charlotte’

Thank you, Son, for the world’s best daughter-in-law.

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kazutora-kurokawa · 7 months

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Girlfriend Stealer!Bonten!Sanzu x Reader

♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, cheater!reader, hickeys, exhibitionism, unprotected sex + creampie ♡

note: this was partially inspired by the song Girlfriend by Heavyweight, idk why I didn't just turn these into a fic (I'm sick and lazy lol)

note 2: this was way longer than planned, but all of my morals and dignity leave my body when it comes to Bonten Sanzu (and I'm fine with that)

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🌸 You two met at one of Bonten's numerous nightclubs

🌸 You were there with your boyfriend, but that wasn't going to stop Sanzu from approaching you

🌸 He watched you all night and even offered you a ride home when he saw you were about to leave

🌸 Gave you his number even though you told him not to

"Take my number anyway doll, you never know when that little boyfriend of yours will disappoint you~"

🌸 You called him the next day and he immediately asked you out, you agreed but only as friends

🌸 He took you out to dinner and then drove you to a nightclub (not owned by Bonten this time)

🌸 Unfortunately your just friends mentality went out the window when he put his hands on your waist

🌸 He held you tightly and pulled you close to him, tracing the patterns on your dress and giving you a chance to breathe in his intoxicating cologne

🌸 This man had you in your feelings and you barely knew him, but you'd know a lot more than most by the end of the night

🌸 He dragged you off to a secluded spot in the club, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap, the bulge in his pants became much more apparent now that it was pressing against your panties

"Tell me princess, does he fuck you good enough?"

🌸 You didn't even have to respond, he already knew the answer and was willing and ready to please you

🌸 His thumb pressed down on your clit, slowly rubbing it before he pulled your panties to the side

🌸 Your hands fumbled with his belt and you couldn't help but gasp when you finally got a hold of his cock (because there ain't no way that was gonna fit inside you, he's girthy asf)

"You want it, 'cause it's all yours darling~"

🌸 You held his shoulders as you rode him, his calloused hands gripping your hips and setting your pace

"Feels so good darling, wanna stretch you out every night ♡"

🌸 He buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting on the soft flesh, hoping to leave you with some reminders of your night together

🌸 His nails dug into your hips as he felt himself approaching the edge and he begged to cum inside you

"Fuck princess, can I? Can I please fill up your pretty lil cunt?"

🌸 You nodded in agreement and your body trembled as you felt him pump his thick, sticky cum into your pussy, leaving you full and satisfied

🌸 He dragged you off to a bathroom to clean you up and helped you walk back to his car

🌸 He dropped you off back home as if he didn't just wreck your insides

"Lemme know when you're free doll, I'd love to be able to take care of you properly next time ♡"

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#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu smut #I just wanna apologize in advance for the woman I'll become when bonten sanzu is animated 😭#I think I'm done for the day after this one because 😮‍💨#why is he so fucking hot #someone tell me where I can get a sanzu RIGHT NOW!!!!#I'm sorry but I'm sick and on my period so I'm extra feral rn 😭

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 5 months

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mjf talking you through it 🧎🏼‍♀️ missin him extra

I'll take care of you

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT, unmentioned past trauma

Summary: Reader has had a troubled past when it came to partners. She was always nervous about relationships especially when it came to the intimate part of a relationship. Luckily she found Max, he always took care of her and never pressured her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. What happens when she’s finally ready to be intimate with Max?

I’ll never forget the day when Y/n told me about her past. I coudn’t believe that someone could do such a thing to someone as kind and beautiful as Y/n. She explained to me that she struggled to be intimate after what happened and I promised her I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Normally sex was all I cared about but Y/n changed the way I looked at relationships. I no longer looked at the intimate side, I enjoyed the quality time I would spend with Y/n.

I was on my way to Y/n’s place for our weekly dinner dates. Tonight Y/n wanted to stay in which I had no problem with. She told me she made a delicious dinner and I was excited. On my way, I picked up a fresh bouquet of flowers for her kitchen. Like she said dinner was indeed delicious, she spent all day working on a delicious feast and I felt undeserving of it. After our meal, I helped Y/n clean up and the two of us picked out a movie to watch. It didn’t last long before the two of us began to make out. Every time I found Y/n on my lap all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and make the most beautiful love to her. Every time I had to remind myself that I coudn’t. I wanted Y/n to make that move, we never made it past making out before she told me she coudn’t do it. I know she felt guilty about it but I reassured her that it was okay. I would wait until she was ready, I didn’t care how long it took.

Y/n straddled my waist as she sucked on that sweet spot on my neck that drove me crazy. She delicately started to grind on me, I didn’t mind that we weren’t intimate but there is only so much one can talk. It was hard but I had to pry Y/n off me. “I’m sorry, If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I told her “What if I don’t want to stop?” she told me. I was confused as to what she was talking about “What?” I asked her “I think I’m ready Max” I coudn’t believe what I was hearing. Was tonight going to be the night?

I held Y/n close as I picked her up and ran up the stairs, carefully placing her on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Y/n. “Yes Max, I’m sure,” she told me reassuringly. “Just say the word and I’ll stop” I removed my clothing before I carefully got on top of Y/n. I removed her clothing carefully like I was unwrapping a delicate present. I placed delicate kisses all over her body, praising her. I lined myself up with her entrance before slowly pushing myself into her. She fought it at first, it was her body’s natural instinct so I talked her through it all. “You’re doing so good baby, just relax. You need to breathe Y/n” I told her. Once her body was able to relax I was able to get fully inside her. I gave her a few moments to adjust before asking her “You alright?” she was alright so I began to slowly began to thrust in and out of her.

I kept a steady rhythm that wasn’t too slow or too fast, just the right amount to keep us both satisfied. Y/n felt so perfect, I felt like I was dreaming. I had imagined this scene so many times before that it was strange that it was actually happening.

“You’re doing so good baby.” I continued to praise Y/n as best as I could along with leaving delicate kisses on her shoulders. I had never quite experienced something like this before. For the first time in my life, I think I was making love. It’s very different than sex, although it’s not as rough it makes up for passion. There was something about all of this. Maybe it was the way we waited so long or the way our fingers intertwined with each other, maybe it was how all of this just felt right. I could feel my release approaching sooner than I initially wanted it to but I could also feel Y/n’s. However, I knew she was unintentionally fighting it.

“You are so close baby, I feel it. Just relax for me. I need you to breathe for me Y/n.” I told her reassuringly “I can’t..” she let out in a shaky breath “Yes you can, I know you can. Let go, give it all to me. I got you, I’ll take care of you baby” I continued to praise. I took my free hand and carefully placed a bit of pressure on Y/n’s stomach. I felt her orgasm wash over her, It triggered my own release. The way she milked me for everything I had me lost in my own world.

“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it all out. I got you, give it to me” I whispered lovingly as I fucked us through our orgasms. I pulled out of Y/n and held her close to me as we tried to catch our breath. There was something so therapeutic about the two of us lying together in such a state.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I traced circles along Y/n’s spine. “No. I really needed that, thank you Max” she told me “I told you I would take care of you”

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mushies-stories · 1 year

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SOA eating out

how some of the SOA boys like to eat your out.

Warnings: smut, Freader, eating out. Juice, Jax, Opie, Happy

smut bellow

Juice:

He loves when you sit on his face. His tongue licking up to your clit and sucking softly on the bud before dipping back down to your dripping hole and tongue fucking you tell you cum for the 3rd time. His arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you down as you squirm and struggle to keep yourself steady. He loved to hear you whine and moan, telling him it’s too much, you can't cum again. He makes you anyway just to hear your sweet sounds again.

Juice likes to give you words of encouragement and praise since he wants to keep seeing you cum again again.

“So wet for me baby, can’t wait for me to make your pretty pussy feel good?”

“Such a good girl, so good you can handle another right?”

“You can do it, cum on my tongue again okay baby girl?”

Jax:

Enjoys missionary. On his stomach between your soft tights as he teases your pussy with lazy pumps of his fingers and kitten-like licks to your clit. He loves to watch from between your tights as you begged and whined for him to give you more. Once he finally replaces his fingers for his tongue and soft licking, to his rough finger circling your clit you were done for. Your hands in his hair, pulling to keep him as close as possible as you rode out right high.

Teasing is how Jax’s favorite form of torture, Watching you get all flustered and needy when his touch just isnt enough as he smirks at you waiting for you to start begging.

“What's wrong sweetheart, Too much? Need to cum?”

“I know you can last longer, you can do that for me right doll?”

“since you were so desperate to cum you can give me a few more right sweetheart?”

Opie:

Opie actually likes to eat you out in whatever way he can but since he is a tall guy and tends to tower over most of his partners, he likes to be on knees with you against a wall or a dresser to have some leverage with one leg slung over his shoulder. He holds you firm in place by one hand on the hip not on his shoulder as he sucks and licks you through another body tingling orgasm. Hands tangle in his hair as you try to keep steady.

Opie’s almost begs you to cum, over and over like he needs you to. Like he just needs to taste you.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“You taste so good, so wet you're dripping.”

“Your perfect pussy can give me more than that right baby? You can come again for me.”

Happy:

Happy likes Missionary, holding your thighs open and keeping you still with an arm across your stomach. Normally he only eats you out if you pissed him off and he's just getting back at your bratty attitude. Between orgasms he gently licks you clean while you come down before his tongue is back on your clit and he’s three fingers deep in your pussy and you have tears in your eyes from being over stimulated.

Happy is more like a soft dom when “punishing” you. He isn't mean, he's just relentless and won't stop until he decides you have had enough.

“Baby, if I listened to you and stopped, that wouldn’t be teaching you anything about being a brat, now will it?”

“So wet babygirl, I think you need to cum a few more times to feel like you’ve been punished.”

“Two more baby, then you can have my cum as a reward, okay?”

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hellishjoel · 10 months

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every rose has its thorns

1.6k / pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

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summary: mike really likes your white panties with the pretty rose on the front.

warnings/information: soft/sub!mikey whilst still being on top (king), thumb sucking, pet names (angel!), mike using reader to unwind, panty play, size kink, coming wherever he likes ;)

A/N: holy hell just realized this is my first non-pedro-universe-character piece! woohoo! I finally watched fnaf with a girlfriend of mine and with inspiration from a naughty twitter video, I wrote this! I have to give @cupofjoel a huge thank you, please read her entire mike schmidt masterlist, you will not regret it! I wrote this very ill with covid and on mikey brain rot (it's so bad I might have typed mark schmidt instead of mike x.x) so if there’s any errors, apologies are stated now. also thank you to @saradika-graphics for the fnaf banners!

It all started with a pair of panties. A simple brief-style pair, the material rounding around the curves of your ass and ducking pretty between your thighs. White cotton. A small rose embroidered on the front. Untouched, perfectly clean, pristine. Just like you. Unlike Mike.

Mike was all dark boxer briefs, the kind that clutched onto his thick thighs and cupped his lower half for dear life. Or the plaid purple and black boxers he was wearing now accompanied by a bowl of cereal that he was eating after a late night at work, now an early morning. Often shirtless when he was in the privacy of his own room, you had the opportunity to admire his dark, curly chest hair that was speckled across his chest and thinned out across his torso before filling out again at the start of his happy trail.

“Thanks for taking care of Abby,” he said with his mouth half full of Trix, “did she get on the bus alright?”

You nod weakly, gently nudging the back of your hand against your tired eyes.

“Yeah. But I think she misses you at night. I can never soothe her like you can when she has nightmares.”

You watch as Mike sighs and tips the cereal bowl back, the sweet milk dribbling at the corners of his mouth and making small trails around his pretty pink lips. The ceramic bowl chimes as he sets it down on his bedside table, watching from the pillows as he crawls up the bed to join you. The early morning light peaks through his curtains and highlights his dark eyes amber. Your thumb traces his lower lip, and he truly can’t wait any longer. He needs you now.

He spent all last night fantasizing about you. Head down with his arms folded along the security desk, eyes previously on the security monitors now heavily closed as he listens to the sounds of nature. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about you, he had more important things to dream about. But you kept appearing, enticing him, wearing those pretty little panties that he can’t get enough of. The white pair with a rose on the front. The pair he comes home to most mornings once Abby has left for school. The pair you’re wearing now.

Knowing how desperate you both are, you let him guide you how he pleases on the bed. After long night shifts, his routine is to come home and fuck you in the comfort of his dark grey sheets before he falls asleep with your body cuddled in beside his. He pulls you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, legs spread and bent as you nip at your lower lip with a certain eagerness unfolding in the base of your belly.

Mike’s thumbs hook into his plaid boxers, pushing them down until they do the rest of the work, naturally falling and looping around his ankles. He’s already half hard just from looking at you, dreaming about you. He wouldn’t last long looking as wrecked as he was. Tight jaw and fixated eyes, drunk on need and just a little bit of control with his tornado of a life.

“Mike,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks and letting him fold over your body as you feel his hips rest heavily between your thighs, “s’okay, want you to get off however you like.” You cradle his face and kiss the tip of his nose while his long eyelashes flutter in comfort.

“I know, angel. I’m here with you.” His voice is like heaven, drenched in a sweet honey that you’ve found yourself addicted to. You sit up on your elbows as Mike helps navigate your shirt off, admiring the curve of your breasts and the embellishment of your collarbones. So perky and pretty. He praises them with his warm mouth and tongue that can’t help but swirl around your taut peaks. He grunts softly against your soft skin as his hips lightly rut into yours, making your head drift back and forth in his sheets with bliss.

“Fuck, I just,” he mutters quietly against your goosebump-riddled skin, “I love these.” He whispers as he slowly moves to stand up straight once again, his cock resting over the material of your white panties. He’s entranced by the red petals of the rose, the two dark greens that make up the stem and its thorns. Your eyes trail down to his beady red tip, leaking precum that you desperately yearn to kitten lick.

“Every rose has its thorns,” Mike whispers, a raspy edge to it from the lack of sleep he desperately craves. You run your hands down your delicate body, hooking your thumbs in at your hips to your underwear, but Mike stops your movements.

“However I like?” He echoes your statement from earlier, to which you give him a soft nod.

Mike’s always been soft with you, gentle, caring. You think he gets it from being an older brother, the type that has to be the parent most times instead of an actual brother. But when he steps into the bedroom, and Abby is elsewhere, his mind can drift away into being whoever he likes, however he likes. Merciless, rough, desperate, needy, sweet. Everything that made him unwind was all shared with you. And for that, you felt thankful. You could be the key to his lock, the one that kept his head up from drowning with the overflowing responsibilities he always managed to juggle at the final second. You were the one person he could fall apart with, and everything would be completely fine.

So when his hand started to stroke up and down his cock, making your mouth water for a certain desire, you were eager to help him unwind. Lose his mind in a little slice of heaven. The pad of his thumb slowly begins to stroke up and down your clothed center, eliciting a desperate whimper from your lips as he circles over your sensitive nub. He could see it through your underwear with how aroused you were growing. Your clit swelled for affection.

A small wet spot starts to grow, an embarrassing little pool that shows through the white cotton of your panties, just at the sprout of the rose. You let out a shaky breath as Mike traces the looping pattern with his forefinger. He then peels the material gently away from your sticky center, laying his thirsty cock between your folds before he lets the underwear blanket you both. He barely fits inside the dainty material. His cock swells with volume and makes your panties stretch to accommodate. He was large. And all yours.

You whimper in need, hoping for more but realizing you could get off just like this.

His breaths are already labored as he starts to thrust, feeling his tip nudge your clit with every beat. You fist the sheets, letting him use you like a wet little toy. He’s not sure what to do with his hands at first. They start on keeping your legs spread at the underside of your thighs, before one settles on your hip and the other is cupping your cheek. Not long after, his thumb pushes past the plushness of your lips, forcing you to suckle and moan around the intrusion.

Your eyes stay connected, a silent bond between you both. This is a safe space for you, come unraveled before me.

The next time you look down, the pooling of liquid from his cock has stained your panties. And he has no remorse. Your lips part at the truly dirty sight. He’s leaked so much that your panties have become nearly translucent. You can see the pink of his tip with each thrust and the curve of his shaft.

You grow even wetter, feeling him slip up and down your arousal-filled heat, each thrust making you moan weakly. A shiver rolls up your spine, your walls squeezing around nothing as the coil inside of you twists tighter and tighter.

Mike cages you with his body as he leans down and kisses you in a distracted way, one that leaves his lips parted against yours as he airs out a few soft grunts while his thrusts slowly falter.

“Mike, please,” you moan softly against the stubble that lines his cheek, your nose gently gliding against it as you tilt your head back into his mattress, feeling yourself come undone to his thrusts.

His forehead clustered with sweat sinks desperately into your neck, sponging kisses and moaning weakly as he rids himself of his latest dirty fantasies. He gasps and grunts against your throat as he finishes with hot spurts against the material of your panties, making your jaw drop as you feel the seething warm cum spill and dribble along your stomach and inner thighs.

Your hearts race in sync, feeling the post-orgasmic high that you catch every morning these days. His cock is still buried in your panties, your hole untouched, and your clit singing with fresh sensitivity. You kiss his earlobe and smile against his skin.

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while?” You ask curiously, coiling a dark curl around your finger before it springs loose.

“Shit,” he mutters weakly, hazy eyes meeting yours as you sweetly kiss his parted lips once more. “M’sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

You simply shake your head and wipe the small bead of sweat that neared his eyebrow. “Don’t have to apologize for anything. You already know that.”

He sighs weakly, but it’s of appreciation. He smiles despite how tired he feels, sponging your cheeks and chin with gentle kisses as he interlocks your hands by your head. “I love you. Mean it.”

“With all your heart?” You ask.

He nods tightly and pulls your clasped hands to his warm chest. “With all my heart.”

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jackassbrainrot · 2 months

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nasty new compulsion [dunn x f!reader]

desc: you're a part of the jackass crew. you and ryan are totally just friends ;)

a/n: another ry fic! touchy tease ryan >>>, can't stop writing him and oh my god this is so much longer than I expected it to be I just got sucked into it

warnings: smut, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex

Being Tremaine's assistant is a pain in the ass, or more accurately, he is. Despite having to listen to him bark out orders the entire day, working on the movie has been fun, especially since meeting Ryan Dunn. He's somehow the most normal of the cast and you two clicked the moment you met. Everyone knew you'd become the best of friends due to Bam's constant bitching about Dunn replacing him. You'd reassure him saying you'd never be as close to Ryan as he was, which was true, but you'd never tell him you were closer in other ways.

You were fumbling with some mics behind a trailer, when you felt Ryan's arms wrap around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, his beard scratching your soft skin as he places teasing kisses on your neck. "Aren't you supposed to be filming?" You try to shake him off gently, not wanting to get caught by the others, though you couldn't resist tilting your head to give him more access to your neck. "Mm, no, they're doin' the muscle stimulator thing, they won't be needin' me for a while." You can feel his sly smile against your skin, his lips travelling up your neck to whisper in your ear. "C'mon, I need you."

"Don't say that!" You finally turn around, breaking away from his grip, your voice coming out as a squeak. He chuckles lowly, looking down at you with lust filled eyes as he pushes your body against the trailer. One hand on your waist, the other holding the side of your neck as he kisses down it again, making your breath hitch. The warmth of his body leaves yours suddenly and you look up at him with confusion.

"I mean, if you're not up for it, I guess I'll go join the guys." He's gone before you even get the chance to say anything. You hear Jeff yell your name and you quickly straighten yourself out before getting back to work. For the rest of the day you stare daggers at Dunn, watching him wink at you with a knowing smile across his face.

You're sitting in the passenger seat of Tremaine's car, Knoxville and Kosick in the back, arguing over who knows what. "Hey, Jeff, can you do me a favor?" You ask quietly, trying to keep your conversation far from your other coworkers' ears. "Depends." He replies, suspicion in his voice. "How long do you think you could keep Bam out of his room when we get back to the hotel?" He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "You owe me."

When you get to the hotel, you jump out of the car, smiling at Tremaine before running up the stairs to Dunn and Bam's room. Bam opens the door, a half empty beer bottle hanging from his tattooed hand already. "Jeff told me to come get you." You blurt out before he even gets to say a word and he groans "Now?" He whines, sounding like a teenager whose mom just told him to clean his room. You nod, trying to hide your smile as Ryan steps up behind him. "Go, before he goes all directorzilla on you." Ryan says, earning a groan from the younger man as he walks out of the room. You watch him go down the hallway before Ryan pulls you into his room.

"He's gonna come back in a minute when he realizes Tremaine doesn't actually need him for shit." He says with a smug look on his face, contrasting the hands softly holding your waist. "I asked Jeff to keep him distracted for a bit." A wicked smile spreads over your face as you look up at him, draping your arms around his neck. "Oh, you little minx." He looks down at you, his light eyes dark with lust, as he walks back until his legs hit the bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. "Aren't you desperate?" He mumbles against your lips as his hands slip under your shirt. "Your fault." You breathe out and he chuckles before unclasping your bra and taking it and your shirt off in one smooth movement.

"Let me make it up to you." He says, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, kissing down your chest as he unbuttons your jeans. You help him take them off and he unhooks the towel hanging around his waist, throwing it across the room. His mouth latches onto your nipple as his fingers rub your clit slowly, making you whine out his name.

Your hand drops down to his hair again, pulling at his golden strands, making him groan. He trails kisses down your torso, sucking a hickey over your hipbone, making you squirm. Going lower, he makes sure to kiss everywhere except your pussy. You let out another whine, trying to push his head down when his movements still, looking up at your desperate expression. "Can't even take a bit of teasing, huh?" He mocks. "I've been taking it the whole day, asshole!" You cry out in frustration.

"Alright, alright." He puts his hands up defensively, kneeling between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He leans down to kiss you as his dick enters you agonizingly slow, dragging a moan out of your occupied mouth. Your hips buck up but he holds them down, pinning you down on the mattress as he keeps his thrusts slow and deep. "Ry, please, I need you to go faster, please!"

"You need it?" He teases, watching you nod frantically under him. Suddenly you feel yourself getting picked up off the bed as he flips you so you're on top of him. "Take what you need, then." You move your hips at a pace much quicker than his was, holding onto his tattooed arms to keep yourself balanced. His hands roam over your body as he watches you ride him with half lidded eyes.

As you feel your body going taut, tightening around his dick, you lean down to kiss him to silence the scream threatening to slip from your lips. His dick twitches inside you, pushing you over the edge as you moan into his mouth, feeling his cum spill into you. You collapse, falling on his chest.

"I'm not sleeping there, that shit's contaminated!" Bam's scream rings out through the hallway, Knoxville's cackle following right after. Both you and Ryan laugh, lying next to each other, exhausted. "Well, no need to sneak around anymore, huh?" You ask, making him laugh again, before you both fall asleep to the sound of Bam whining about you stealing his best friend and his room.

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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leon s. kennedy [re 4: remake]

⋆ leon needs you.

wc: 2.7k ⋆ tags: nsfw, explicit, biting, kissing, licking, sub!leon, dom!leon (just a little bit), dom!reader, fem!reader, moaning, using pet names, positions, begging. ‘s all I guess. enjoy! [had so fun while writing but I wrote in long intervals, so, it can be a little bit low at coherence.] ⋆ masterlist.

"need u." leon says, sounding so low - from far away even though he is close. he is on his feet while you are writing new information about the lake in a notebook on a wooden, clean, and dry table.

when you hear him, you turn around with the chair you sitting on, opening him a place to get in, standing right in front of you - his legs touching your knees.

"what?" you question, curious if you heard it right. "what did you say pretty?" you encourage him to speak loudly for you to hear and comprehend.

leon's pale face lightens with a pink glow on the cheeks, tries to avoid any connection of eyes, looking at your little exposed breasts as he speaks again, louder this time but still so shy, "I need you."

taking a look at him, carefully this time, you see some dry blood on his clothes and glowed hands, probably from a few unconscious humans in the town. his shoulders look tense through his shirt, his hands shaking a little, and an unreadable but straight expression on his face. the world you live in was hard to endure and times like this happen to you all the time.

you always like to make him calmer, better, but now you had a serious job to do and you let a sigh, getting up to pat leon's shoulder, "I need to do this leon. can you wait a little longer for me, hm?" you see the hesitation on his blue icy eyes, so, you add, "please?" you raise on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek as your one hand stands on his chest. "my pretty boy."

the nickname hit him, he likes to be called your pretty boy and it always works on him to become more patient for some moment.

nodding, he sits down on the chair you left, his elbows resting on his thighs, hair flying lightly, eyes all on you, leaving a burning sensation on the skin he is looking at.

taking a few deep breaths, you smile to yourself and turn to the work on hand.

as you keep going on with the adjustments, leon's patience decreases each minute and finally, he can't help himself but to touch your left inner thigh gently, the closer one to him.

he wants to feel you, you can see it clearly from the way his eyes become wetter with each passing time, but he has to wait.

"leon!" you say, lowly, as a playful warning.

he doesn't look sorry, so, he keeps caressing your inner thigh, getting closer to your ass from there and you leave heavy breaths because you too want to feel him. now you are in a safe zone - a zone hard to get and you don't want to waste it, especially when you have just a few zones like this on the entire area.

"l-leon." this time, your voice is full of lust and affection; want to get more but still have the idea of turning back to work.

however, when leon's palm is positioned on your ass, squeezing it gently, your mind went from the job to him, only him.

he gave another squeeze before moving on to your waist, making your body turn to him, then pushing you to get close 'till you are between his thick thighs as they closed briefly, caging you inside.

his other hand joined. both of them began to move freely on your body, exploring it like a hundredth time, curious yet already knowing every detail as his hands work professionally. he gives you lots of low moans that you even don't try to hide, letting leon know that he was doing so good giving you pleasure only with his hands.

then, getting confidence, his lips join his hands after he helped you to remove your top including the bra under it, leaving you half naked before him.

smirking under you, leon looked up at your face full of heat, knowledge of his own power on you giving him a boost, making him begin to suck your right nipple which was hardened in the pleasure you were getting from neon.

his eyes never closed, never left yours, challenging you to keep your posture still. and you did - you stood there like a statue as he sucked each nipple, squeezing them, leaving red marks on them that will disappear soon enough only to be replaced with news by leon again.

you left low moans and growls as he continued but getting impatient, you held leon's hair, pulling it and letting leon know you needed more - you wanted more.

understanding your gesture, he begins to lower down, kissing every skin under his lips 'till he reaches to your pussy after kissing your exposed abdomen.

he looks at you for permission to remove your pants and underwear too and you only nod, biting your own lip, feeling impatience growing up inside.

leon is good at using his hands and fingers, not only in battle but in these moments too. it always amazed you how fast he can get rid of the clothes on his way, under 10 seconds and you let him do whatever he wants for a moment; looking at your exposed body from head to toe while leaving heavy breaths and a few growls, worshipping you.

smiling, you begin to play with his blonde hair, its softness tickles your skin and he closes his eyes as he begins to kiss your pussy, giving a few licks from here to there, earning a moan and praise from you. "oh, good boy."

leon is a man of action and your praising increase his eagerness to take further steps, so, he lowers his head down, opening your thighs wider, taking one of your legs to put it on his shoulder and having enough space to eat you.

the scene is sinful; the moment is similar to a picture from a nasty magazine yet it feels like euphoria.

leon's tongue keeps giving you pleasure at a high level - as always. it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax, especially after leon's fingers join his tongue.

leon's eyes find yours, nodding a little, saying a silent 'go on, cum to my mouth' with begging eyes. don't want to make him upset, you nod, cumming to his mouth and tongue in a second, letting your juice flow from you to his face and to the wooden floor from there.

closing your eyes, you throw your head back, staying in that position 'till you come to your senses, feeling piercing gazes of leon.

looking at his messy and wet face, you think his attractiveness grows bigger with your juices all over his sharp but cute face.

caressing his hair with your left hand, you use your forefinger to lift his chin. making him look so seductively as your thump play with his lower lip, you say, "you were so good leon. so - so good."

he smiles fondly at your praising, proud of himself.

realizing his hardened cock, you chuckle, reaching to his cock and giving a few squeezes through the fabric of his tight pants. earning a growl from him, lust washes over your entire body. the heat in the air is remarkable – giving hotness to the skin yet it is not a burning sensation, it is rather a tickle to make one go crazy with the need for touch and pleasure.

with the need of him – he is already in need of you as he keeps saying and looks at you with puppy eyes, trying to make you agree with his plan, you put a kiss on his lips, and say, “if you want me so bad, you should take them off.”

nodding in a fast motion, he firstly removes his tight top from his body, giving a full sight of his upper body which is built well. leon is like a soldier – he is already good at killing possessed people, monsters, and so on. to kill them, he needs to be strong both physically and mentally which gives him an intelligent mind with good physic. you like – even love nearly everything about him. however, it hits differently whenever you see him like this; the color of rose rushing into his cheeks, blonde-grey hair moving freely thanks to his movements, a body portion of lots of muscles that you begin to touch slowly.

then, he gets a little up, taking his pants, including his boxer, staying with his nudity in front of you – having no shame while doing it but when he looks up – to your eyes, he blushes – more than ever.

finding it cute yet entertaining, you giggle, one of your hands finds his shoulder, and the other one stays on his neck, holding it not so roughly. “thought about preparing you in the first place but look at you,” you mock him, teasingly, pointing out the fact that with only a few strokes on his cock, he becomes hard enough for you to take him. “already?” chuckling, you make him try to hide his face from you but he can’t escape, not when you are about to take his cock deep inside your walls, giving him what he needs. “you weren’t joking when you said you needed me, pretty boy, were you?”

holding your waist when he feels his tip touching your entrance, struggling so hard not to make a move, waiting for you to let him have his way with you – but it is hard though, he admits inside his own head, especially when you look at him with such love and lust that he can give everything he has to you. he needs to be inside you, and you know it well. the fact makes you smile innocently, yet, you talk devilishly, “how much you needed me, pretty,” you ask, caressing his hair, “say it.”

“so much!” he nearly screams but stops himself in the middle, “so much, y/n, I need you so much that it hurts!”

“but you have me now, right?” another teasing. it’s just a perfect view of him when he has madness because of the lust you’re giving him.

“more – “ he looks at your lower part, his cock can enter with only one move coming from either you or him. “I can’t wait anymore!” he says in a lower tone, sounding alert. having a mixture of pleasure and affection in your tummy, you smile, and nod to leon who is watching you as if you’re his own prey and hunter at the same time – you’re making him lose his mind, and when you sit down on his thick and long cock without waiting for his action, he loses all he has from mind to soul, from the heart to brain – all of it.

“pretty.” you say when he closes his eyes shut, throwing his head behind, hands positioned on your waist, holding you tight, and not wasting any more time, he moves – oh, he moves so good that you feel yourself jumping on his lap from up to down – rapidly. leon, being a former police officer and current agent, has a power that impresses you every time you witness it, especially in these times, when he becomes a little bit excited – more than a little bit though, using your body, making you feel each deep, rapid thrusts he is giving to you; it’s all because he wants to prove himself to you so that you can see how much he needs this – you, how much he can give you euphoria that is needed, and how he can receive all the things you let him have.

“ahhh – y/n,” he moans loudly the moment your right-hand grips his neck hair, pulling it to see his face closer. starting to move your hips in sync with his thrusts, a jolt flows into both of your bodies, heavy breath sounds mixing with moans coming from each of you, creating an erratic atmosphere. “please, fuck! uggghh! –“

“you look so pretty like this, leon,” you say, connecting your foreheads as you lean closer only to make his cock buries further into your walls; hotness rising upon you. your body moves up and down in a fast way that you nearly hit his forehead with yours; growls, moans, and curses fly in the air like the world around you stops, only a reality in which just the two of you live remains. “the prettiest boy I have ever seen.”

bouncing on his cock, leon looks at your breasts which are moving as well, sparkles in his ice blue eyes. if you look carefully enough, you can see your own vision inside his beautiful eyes; chest exposed, heat and redness visible on your face, cock going in and out your messy pussy which is already dripping wetness because of how good he makes you feel.

when leon gets enough of this position, he gets up, holding you from the back with his strong arms, and he puts your ass down on the table – papers on it are long forgotten as he finds a better position to get into the further deep side of your pussy.

he begins to like being the dominant side now – still having a look on his face that says you have all the ropes of him, you always do. “fuck –“ he curses, eyes traveling on you as he puts his palms on the sides of your head. you give him better access to kneel down closer by leaning behind, your back touches the cold surface of the table, closing your eyes, nerves receiving pleasure at the highest level.

his cock hit your g-spot again and again, earning loud moans from you. smirking – probably proud of himself for earning such things, he keeps his pace, and without a chance to say it aloud, alerting him, you cum undone within seconds, milking his cock as his balls hit your ass cheek, his cock doesn’t stop with the pace – sending vibrations into your sensitive core, and a low chuckle comes from leon.

looking up, a sight in which leon has a proud yet still lustful expression on his attractive face – tears in his eyes because of the pleasure he is taking, sweat dripping, redness, all blushing. you know what he needs, so, showing an exhausted smile, you nod, “cum inside me leon. I need it – need you.”

his eyes stay normal for a moment before turning white – nearly, hips moving faster, thrusting with a non-stop pace, he cages you with his body. forehead hits forehead, you reach another climax – milking him once again and giving him a wetness with which he can enter in and out easily, growling, even moaning your name, “y/n! shit, ‘s too much – aaaah!”

it doesn’t take him long before cuming deep inside you, moaning like a madman, putting his head on your chest.

as his hot semen drips from your core into the table, you feel a hotness you only have with leon. being the reason you’re so weak, having a blank mind, looking at him with half-closed eyes, he can’t help himself but show a smile – a wide one, all happy, yet so childish.

chuckling at his cuteness, you say as you caress his wet hair, “you did so well, leon,” he smiles wider as if he can. “my pretty boy.”

holding your wrist, he kisses your palm while still looking at your eyes. “anything for my favorite lady.”

“cute.”

staying like that for a while – breathing deeply and rapidly to turn back to normal, wetness traveling on bodies, feeling shy all of sudden because of the current states of you two, chuckling from time to time, you have a great moment away from the cruelty of the world. he is a man who turns your comprehension of reality into something different – something that gives you peace and love contrary to the one you have. he’s the meaning of your life and with the looks he gives, you know he feels the same.

“let’s get clean, and then, let me show you my other skills in the field as well,” he says, giving his hand to you.

holding his hand, you chuckle, “show off.”

the end.

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