#yeah I’m a needy bitch shut the fuck up

[dollaches]

— one more time

♡ painslut!sub! ellie williams x fem! reader

a/n: from a request! for all my impact play enjoyers lol

warnings: DON’T LIKE DON’T READ! — porn w no plot, sub! ellie, dom! reader, begging, crying, thigh riding, tit slapping, face slapping, ellie is a squirter bc i said so, busted lip, mentions of blood, impact play in general, needy and pathetic ellie (praise god), mentions of spit, fully clothed r! w/ naked ellie, pain kink (?), very poorly written aftercare

wc: 1k

“please— puh-lease” ellie mutters for what must be the hundredth time, her incessant pleading frustrating you to no end. she is begging like her life depends on it yet all you do is keep a firm grip on her hips, digging into her soft flesh with your fingers so you’ll be able to see the bruises by tomorrow. 

“jesus, shut up or tell me what you want so badly” you spit out, finally bothering to even glance at her flushed features. her lips are parted, the smallest bit of spit dripping from her mouth from having it open just to get a few weak breaths in. 

she lets out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard, her eyes so needy as she silently pleads with you— whether the plea is to be gentle or rougher, you are unsure. her hips stutter weakly at your words, barely able to form any coherent sentences as she frantically ruts against your thigh, completely bare while you’re still fully clothed. 

“need you to hit me” she mutters breathlessly, her shaky hands resting on your shoulders just to keep herself upright. you can feel the mess her cunt is making, her slick soaking through your jeans and leaving your thigh sticky beneath the fabric. 

her words are barely loud enough to hear and you scoff at her inability to communicate when she is seeking out pleasure. “speak up or i’m leaving you here to sort this shit out yourself” you threaten firmly, not being in any mood to play games with her today. 

“no, please! just want you to hit me, wanna feel you, please!” she begs as loud as she possibly can, sounding absolutely filthy as she pleads to be hit. ellie’s confession makes you hum, pleased she at least still has enough of her brain left to tell you what she wants. 

“yeah? humping my thigh like some bitch in heat isn’t enough for you, is that it?” you question, only to be met with a stream of mewls from her lips that makes you smile with a sick sense of satisfaction. you want to toy with her a bit; after all you are the one in control. 

“right here?” you question before you raise your hand, landing a painful smack against one of her plush tits, watching it move from the force of the impact, a low moan leaving your lips just from the sight of her boobs continuously bouncing as she rocks her hips against your thigh. 

ellie lets out a pretty moan, one you wish you could play over and over until it was burned into your memory forever. pain blossoms throughout her chest which would usually please her, but she knows you’re purposely hitting her in the wrong place to prolong her suffering. 

“no, no, m’ face. wanna be hit in the face, pretty please” she gasps out, her clit finally being rubbed in just the right way, needing something perfect to help push her over the edge. 

you click your tongue, pretending to be surprised by her statement. “ah, why didn’t you just say so? is your brain leaking out of your cunt or have you always been this dumb?” you question playfully, although your own pussy is aching to be touched from how turned on you are just from watching her. 

without another word you pull back your arm, focusing on your target before landing a smack hard enough to leave a red handprint on her soft cheek. ellie lets out a weak cry, her head turning a bit from the force of the hit. 

“fuck yeah” she gasps, her eyes dazed and half lidded as she manages to keep up her pace of riding your thigh. there's a lazy grin on her plush lips, tears welling in her eyes as a tingling pain sensation overcomes her. 

“more, more” she breathes, her slick cunt practically gliding against you with ease from the mess she’s made. you don’t make her wait much longer, delivering another blow, noting the way she lets out an obscene moan. “close, m’ close” she mumbles, tears now streaming down her cheeks steadily. 

the moment the words leave her lips, you know just what she needs to get there. after giving her little time to recover, you slap her at a painful angle, her bottom lip colliding with her teeth as your hand makes contact with the fragile skin. 

and just like that, she is moaning out your name, spurts of her arousal soaking your thigh completely. she lets out weak cries as she comes down, her head falling as the smallest bit of blood seeps from her freshly busted lip. “thank you” she whimpers, not at all embarrassed by the mess she had made, only focused on being as close to you as possible. 

“aw, you’re welcome, angel” you coo, pressing her nude and shaking frame against your own body to give her the warmth and comfort she is seeking. her thighs shake as she clings to you like a baby cub, her nose nuzzling against you as she buries her face in your neck so she can soothe herself. 

“did so good for me, took every hit so well” you praise, knowing she is still in a spacey state of mind. “does your lip hurt too much, baby? you want me to clean you up real quick?” you offer, keeping your touch gentle as you graze your fingers across her lower back. 

she whines and shakes her head, holding onto you even tighter since she didn’t want you to separate from her in the slightest. “s’ fine, babe. in a little, need you right now” she mumbles, raising her hips a bit since the liquid beneath her was beginning to grow cold. 

you simply hum, guiding her head back for a moment so you can at least wipe away some of the blood with your thumb. with a swift motion, you wipe the crimson substance onto your jeans, figuring you’ll already have to wash them anyways. 

“alright, alright. rest up for a bit and then i’ll get you all clean and bandaged up” you say softly, a complete shift from your previous behavior. 

she simply goes back to hiding her face im your neck, nodding a bit as she tries to not focus on the way the fabric of your t shirts are perfectly rubbing against her hardened nipples. 

as a comfortable silence falls between the two of you, ellie begins to think of the right way to tell you she still needs a little more from you tonight.

[kpopscruggles]

My Little Whiney Bitch

yeah...idontknowwhatcameoverme

Just needed to spill, antoher 1200 word

Warnings - humiliation, unsafe sex, degrading, marking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, overstimulation, cocky heeseung fr

Obv bathroom bitch gave me inspo cause the song is fire

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“Meet me in the bathroom” My heart burst out of my chest when Heeseung whispered this in my ear. I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity at all. Knowing none of the people from the group would notice we were gone I had no worries about arriving at the bathroom door. Giving a little knock I seen a smirk on his face. God he was so hot. 

Pulling me into the bathroom, I gasped slightly soon, feeling my body hit the counter. Taking a deep breath I accepted his kiss, a moan leaving me as I felt his hands rushing to scale down my body and lifting the jean skirt. Smirking against my lips knowing I had no panties on, and my bare pussy exposed. “No panties? Fuck I can’t wait to fill you” he groaned before holding my jaw, his tongue swirling circles around before pulling into one last kiss. 

 Feeling him turn me around, I leaned forward, growing flushed seeing my swollen lips and slightly droopy eyes in my reflection. “Don't you look so cute~” he smiled before kissing my shoulder as I heard him fall to his knees. My cunt gushing at the anticipation of his mouth of me. Feeling my clit tremble, my hole tightening around nothing. I needed him so badly. 

Once his tongue ran up my slit causing a gasp to leave me as I tried to squeeze my legs shut but it failed. Keeping my legs wide open and to hear him chuckle “So depressing how much you're trembling~ are you gonna cry baby?” Pushing a finger in me, my tear ducts grow wet at my cunt. He was right, I was so needy for him, I was a trembling crybaby begging for me. It was embarrassingly pitiful.  

“Let’s add another.” he chuckled before adding another finger and pushing them deeper. Wiggling my hips a little I gripped the sink as his finger hit my spot “Heeseung~.” Lips attaching back to my clit didn’t help either “Such a sweet pussy~ shows how much you need me~ pathetic isn’t it?.’ I didn't answer causing him to chuckle once again. Letting out whine I felt him remove his fingers before a sting formed on my cunt as he slapped it “Don’t you think it’s pathetic” He smirked. 

I nodded “V-very~ I’m embarrassed...” I admitted before feeling my eyes water, my vision going blurry for a moment before I finally blinked letting the tear fall. Watching him wipe the little bit of mascara he chuckled “Don’t worry, you'll be cumming soon” he whispered. I loved when he treated me like this, it was embarrassing but ran such a shiver up my spine when I knew I would walk back to our friend group, and they would know I got treated like the cum dump I was. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded at him. I let him know I wanted it, I craved it.  

Moving to my side I began unzipping his jeans, still letting out whimpers feeling him nibble and bruise my skin once kissing my neck. Letting the jeans fall I watched his cock twitch slightly through the briefs he wore. My body shivered once again as I pulled them down watching his cock come free. His pretty cock, tracing my finger over the veins and up to the sensitive pink tip. His leaving him as I slowly pumped him, watching the bead of precum form.  

Watching his swipe the bit of precum then bring it up to my lips I licked it clean, pulling his finger away he then smeared my lip gloss, a smile on his lips. Pulling me into one last kiss I felt him soon lick the little bit of smeared gloss off my chin “Bubblegum? Cute...” Looking into his eyes I smiled seeing him smile before positioning myself back on the counter. A chuckle leaving him “Oh? I can fuck you now?” he teased with sarcasm in his tone. I nodded back, as if he were not going to fuck me anyways... 

I whimper left me feeling his cock push past my folds, bottoming out, my cervix kissing his tip. A tug at my hair causing my back to arch more as his other hand hooked into my mouth, “AH!” was all that was vocal feeling him pull away and slam back in again. His thrusts starting a rhythm as he abused my cunt. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm? You want me to fuck you like this! Ugh~ so you can let everyone know you like the humiliation of being my c-ock sleeve!.” I nodded, looking in the mirror as I clenched around him seeing his face fucked out because of my cunt and how obedient I was to him. 

Tears spilling from my eyes, finally falling back onto the counter as his hands moved to my back, digging his nails in my skin before leaning forward. I felt his chest heave against my back and his groans in my ear “I’m gonna cum~!” I cried before watching him nod to the mirror. The small whispers as he told me to my release ‘Go on baby~ make a mess on my cock.... you can do it~ please baby I want it so bad- shit~.” My eyes rolled back before they squeezed shut, my stomach dropping, thighs trembling, before reaching back and pulling at his hair to calm myself “Fuck fuck Fuck!.” 

“Oh~ good girl, you can do it again!” he spat. Keeping my back against his chest he pulled me off the sink, his hand reaching over to grip my jaw as the other one pinched my nipple. I whined feeling the overstimulation hit as his cock ran in and out. Each vein, inch, every thrust he made sending me over the edge. My grip on his hair somehow managed to get tighter as he picked up his pace a little. I knew it was not going to be long till I came again.  

Watching my legs, still spread just enough to see his cock covered in me cum as it ran in and out of me. “Give me one more baby~ then I-I'll give you all my cum..I know you want it.” Fuck, I really did, I needed to leave this bathroom with him cum leaving me. My thoughts causing an adrenaline rush at the thought of his cum deep inside me with how much cum he would give me. I felt my cunt tighten and I knew I was gonna cum again.  

“Right there! Deeper please!” I cried and felt him go deeper just like I asked. I yelped before feeling my release and his thrust slow down. “Fuck I-m gonna fill you so good~ Just like you. Fucking. Deserve!” he groaned between each thrust and before I knew it, I was filled to the brim with his warm cum. His cock twitching uncontrollably and he gripped my breasts to steady himself, hissing in pain at the tight grip in that exact moment. A satisfied smile evident on my face as he kissed my head “Good girl~” 

Whining as he pulled away, I soon felt the warm liquid ooze out my cunt and down my leg. Feeling him wipe it up I immediately took it in my mouth. Sucking on his fingers and moaning at the taste. A smile on his face he pulled away and gave me a kiss “Let’s get dressed hmm?then I’ll get us to the car” he chuckled before helping me put my skirt on.  

[4ngels0uls]

Fuck me like you mean it. - C.S

Don’t like? Don’t read.

Summary: chris uses y/n as a pillow all the time until Chris uses his “pillow” and gets needy.

Paring: fem!read + dom!chris

Warnings: SMUT, choking, strong language, p in v, pet name, a little..𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, squirting, etc

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for so long. AND LOL I THOUGHT THE 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 THING WAS FUNNY😭 Also not edited.

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First person

I sit in Chris’s bed as I wait for him to come back to his room. I’m laying down on my stomach as my legs kick in the are, biting my nails as I wait. I’m waiting for Chris because he just went out for lunch with his triplet brothers for a YouTube video. Matt has always been a bitch to me, sometimes but mostly. I wish Matt wasn’t so awful to me.

Nick likes me tho other than Matt. Nick likes me because I’m his best friend as he says, in fact I am his best friend and he’s my best friend. Chris is my best friend, I want to be more than friends with Chris though. Chris is one of the guys you would die to just fuck, or date.

but I want both.

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I lay down staring at the roof as I zone out. I hear the front door open, there back. I sit there laying in the bed and Chris walks back in. “Oh I thought you went home.” He says as he puts his phone down and comes up above me and lays his head between my breasts. “no I was bored and I wanted to just stay here and wait for you.” I reply.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave. You’re my pillow” he says as he closes his eyes. I chuckle at his words and play with his hair. He accidentally bucks his hips to move up but as he does he realizes his hips are in between mine. “I’m so sorry…” he says as he grows a boner. “It’s fine.” I chuckle as he gets up and runs to the bathroom.

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Those were just one of the moments that happened that I could have just fucked Chris right there and then but I missed my chance. We’re all watching a movie, sitting in the living room. “This movie is so fucking boring!” Chris complains. “Shut the fuck up kid” Matt argues. “Shh!” Nick says as his eyes are attached to the tv on the wall.

Chris looks at me and whispers. “can we go do something alone without these fuckers?” I chuckle a little at his words and nod. Chris stands up and hold his hand out in front of me. I take his hand and stand up. “Where are you to love birds going?” Matt asks. “Matt… Shit the fuck up.” Chris says boldly. “Seesh just a question.” Matt says In a sassy way. Me and Chris walk off to his room.

I close the door behind me. I walk over to Chris’s bed and flop down. Chris chuckles. “That movie was so fucking boring.” Chris says. “Yeah.” I reply. I crawl more up and lay my head down on his pillows. Chris gets up and sits in his gaming chair. “I wanna go live on twitch.” Chris says. “Then do it.” I say back. “Will you stream with me?” He asks. “Sure.” I say.

He loads up the stream and starts it as I sit beside him on a small chair. The chat flows in as everyone asks who I am since I’m never in their videos. “This y/n.” Chris says to the computer. I smile slightly. I shake my leg out of pure anxiety. Chris puts his hand on my thigh as he talks into the computer screen. I blush a bit as he puts his hand on my thigh.

Chris looks at me “you okay?” He asks. I smile and nod. “Yeah I’m fine.” I say. Matt barges in the room. “How come your streaming without me and ni- woah there…” Matt says. Nick follows up behind Matt as his eyes go wide. Chris takes his hand off my thigh almost immediately. “Shut the fuck up matt.” Chris says. Matt just chuckles and walks away. Nick also just walks away.

After a bit Chris ends the stream. He faces towards me. He grabs me and I gasp as he lifts me up. “Chris!” I yell as he lays me down and lays his head down on my stomach. “My pillow.” He says and I laugh. He traces shapes on my stomach. I play with his brown locks. His hair falling through out my fingers. Chris moves more up to put his head between my breasts.

“Chris?” I question. “mhm?” He hums in a raspy tone. I stay quiet for a second. “what’s the most fucked up thing you’ve ever done?” I ask. “hmmm… I really don’t know…” he sounds as if he’s hiding something. “you’re such a little babyyy” I tease. “nooo.” He answers. He crawls more up and burys his face in my neck. he kisses my neck slowly. “c-Chris?…” I mumble. “Hmmm?” He Hums.

He continues to kiss my neck and leave hickeys all over. He kisses up to my jawline and kisses me. I instantly kiss back. He puts his hand up my shirt, feeling my body. I let a soft whimper out by accident. Chris looks at me and smiles. Matt knocks on the door. “Fuck you want!?” Chris yells. “We have to go somewhere in an hour, y/n can come to!” Matt yells back.

“What is it!?” Chris yells. “A dinner with everyone. Like sam and colby and fucken Jake and Johnnie. All of them!” Matt yells. “Alright then!” Chris yells back as Matt walks away from the door. “We have a bit of time if you want to.” Chris hints to me. I smile. “Yeah I’m down.” I say back. Chris pulls his shirt off and kisses me roughly. I kiss back in the same way.

Chris tugs on my shirt, hinting to tell me to take it off. I Peel my shirt off of my body as he stares at my tits in awe. “fuck your beautiful.” Chris says quietly. I chuckle a little at his comment. He looks up at me “what? You don’t think you’re beautiful?” He says. “You’re starring at my tits while calling me beautiful. What do you think?” I say and he just shrugs.

He kisses my neck down to my collar bone. He kisses down my stomach and undoes the string to my sweat pants. He pulls my pants down and sees how soaked my underwear is. “fucking slut. Soaked like crazy when I’ve barely touched you.” He says in a soft tone. He kisses my inner thighs, teasing me and my core. “Chrisss” I whine. “so impatient, huh?” He says as he softly places his thumb on my clit through my underwear. I let a soft pathetic whimper out.

“Pathetic.” Chris mumbles as he slides my underwear off. “such a pretty pussy, huh?” He questions. “Mhm” I mumble not really caring. He places a soft kiss on my core. I whimper. He sucks on my clit making me gasp. “F-fuck..” I moan out. He shoves a finger in my core and sucks on my clit. He curves his fingers inside of me making me practically scream. He slaps his hand over my mouth. My hands grip on to his hand and he groans at the feeling. “Chris!” I mumble against his hand. I start to grind into his face.

He pulls his mouth away fast and i whimper from the loss of pleasure. “Such a needy girl.” He says as he shove his face right back into my pussy. My legs start to shake. “Chris!” I scream into his hand as I release my cum into his mouth. He pulls his mouth away and smirks as my cum drips from his chin to his neck. “Fuck you taste good.” He says with a whisper.

Chris pulls his pants down and his underwear as his dick slaps against his stomach. I lay down on my back and my knees up. “fuck me like you mean it.” I say as I there. “will do.” He answers back. He takes his dick in hand and jerks himself off a bit. Holy shit he’s big…. He slaps his dick against my aching core. He slowly slides himself in as i whimper from him stretching me out. “fuck Chris…” I mumble. “fuck your tight..” he groans.

He thrusts his hips a bit faster than he was. He leans down and he burys his face in my neck as he thrusts balls deep in me. “O-oh F-fuckk!” I moan against his hand. “s-such pretty noises.” He mumble into my neck and his balls slap against my ass. He speeds his pace up more as he practically pounds into me. “S-such a good girl, huh?” He says. I stay quiet as I have nothing to say. He sits more up and grips my hips fucking me way faster, fucking me dumb now.

“I- F-fuc- sh- Chris!” I scream into his hand again. “fucking take this dick.” He groans as a pounds into me and I scream. I dig my nails into his back and he hisses from the slight pain. He groans at the sight of me being fuck out. “Chris Chris Chris!” I moan against his hand. “S-such a pretty girl.” He groans and pumps into me. “Close!” I yell against his hand. “Just wait.” He says with dominance.

He pulls out and flips me over. He ties my arms behind my back. He slides himself back into my core. He holds onto my hips and he starts pounding into my pussy as he did before. He puts his hand on the back of my neck, choking me. My face smushes against the pillows. “Chris Chris!” I scream as I Cum around his dick. He does one last thrust as he fills me up with his warm load, Painting my walls completely white.

He plops down beside me as we both calm down from our highs. His cum slowly dripping out of me. He pushes me on my back and taps his dick on my clit. “are you really hard again?” I ask him and he nods. I chuckle a little as he pushes himself inside of me. I gasp at the exact pleasure I had before. He thrusts his hips, pounding into me making only moan his name over and over again.

He takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around making me moan louder. I bite my lip so I’m not so loud. He pulls his mouth away and pounds into me. “don’t bite your lip, I waist to hear those pretty noises.” He says. “Fuck! Wh-what about y-your brothers?” I ask. “let them hear how good I make you s-sound.” He says. I moan as he talks and he keeps pounding me. “mmm fuck!” I moan loudly.

“fucking little slut.” He says as he holds his hand on my neck while fucking me crazy. Tears flow into my eyes from the overstimulation. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” He mumbles as he burys his face into my neck, kissing my neck adding to the pleasure. “Chris!” I scream as I release. My visions going white as I release. “Holy fuck..” he says. “Did you just squirt…?” He chuckle. “My face goes red from embarrassment. “I think so…” I say with pure embarrassment.

He pumps into me one last time while cumming inside of me once again. He stays put as he fills me up. He pulls out of me slowly, making sure not to overstimulate me too much. He lays beside me.

“Did I actually make you squirt…?” He asks. “yeah…” I say. “That was the first time that happened.” I say quietly. “that’s fucken cool.” He says childishly. I chuckle. “wait.. the dinner!” I say. “Oh shit..” I get up and find something to wear. I walk over to my vanity and do my makeup.

We get all ready. “You’re so beautiful.” Chris says as he hugs me from behind. I smile as Matt yells. “Y/n, Chris! Come on!” Matt yells. We all get into the car.

We get to the dinner and me and Chris sit beside each other as then.. I feel his cum leak out of my stretch out hole. I blush and grab a napkin as I clean myself up as everyone is busy. The only one that notice was Chris. And he know exactly why I was doing that.

but at least… he fucked me like he meant it.

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Little a/n

HERE YAA GOOO

this took me sooo longgg.

but yuh.

And byeeeede

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

[seraphicsentences]

y’a know

help bc this is literally so hot. need ellie to fuck me that good. please i’m begging.

- just thinking about the way ellie would be so lost in the moment to the point where her hips would be thrusting deep into you on their own- just selfishly chasing after her own orgasm, absolutely LIVING off of the small sparks of friction her overstimulated clits getting on every push.

- she’d be rambling and shit, all “fuck baby you’re takin’ me so good,” and “god you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” just blabbering anything and everything that’s coming to mind.

- and you KNOW ellie’s so delusional to the point where she swears she can actually feel you wrapped tightly around her strap. girl treats her precious green 6 incher as a fr LIMB.

- and so ofc that’s making her mutter cocky shit like, “gonna fill you full with my cum, baby. yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you? fuckin’ slut.” and ofc things like: “shit, babe, you’re gripping me so tight ya gotta let me move, c’mon.”

- since ellie’s such a strap lesbo you absolutely BET she’d fucking lose it seeing you squirt all over it. our girl knows she’s a total god with her silicone but like fuck, dude, this good?

- and yes, she is this good. because it’s nearly impossible for you to shut up at all when she’s fucking you dizzy ‘n dumb, g-spot hit deliciously with every stroke, clit prodded perfectly every time her hips meet yours.

- and imagine her cute lil puffy clit already rubbed raw from fucking you so hard w the strap just throbbing to the point it hurts from how hot you look under her, completely drenching her dick with your squirt.

- and she wouldn’t even be all that smug about it at first— no that comes later—she’d just fucking keen at the very sight of you.

- her cute eyebrows just scrunching up tightly together as she lets out the most unexpected, adorably needy whine, cumming immediately all over the base ‘n watching pervertedly as your dirty juices mix.

- and she’s just moaning complete nonsense, “god, please- fuck, fuck! ‘m cumming!” —literally more out of it than you are because she’s that turned on from watching you make a mess of the sheets.

- and THEN’s when she makes her annoying yet endearing ass quips, all “aw, you’re such a cute little mess for me,” and “big one, huh? who got you squirting like this, hmm?” as if she didn’t just whimper like a submissive bitch two seconds earlier.

my girl 4ever though i fr live for ellie and her strap. best duo in tlou. perhaps the only (surviving) duo? like damn not even her fingers- nvm.

[hazbinwhoree]

We know how much of a tease Adam is which made me wonder

Angel reader being the butt of his short jokes but he's met with an interesting response

"Since I'm so short, put some inches in me then"

Inches

Adam was over a foot taller than (Name). His frame dwarfed hers in comparison. And Adam loved this.

He was constantly teasing (Name) for her height. Verbally or physically, using her head as an armrest, he was always on her ass.

“I have to kneel to talk to you face to face,” came Adam’s teasing.

Today, (Name) had had enough of it. “Since I’m so short, put some inches in me then.”

Adam stopped walking, smirk wiped clean off his face. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Adam cursed her in his head for saying something like that while they were out in public where he couldn’t ravage her. He turned on his heel and grabbed (Name) by the arm, dragging her with him. “Hey!” (Name) protested, struggling to keep up.

Adam reached down and threw (Name) over his shoulder. She shrieked and pounded on his back but Adam didn’t care, booking it home.

When (Name) realized why Adam was behaving the way he was, she went still. Then, without warning, she began to stroke his wings. Adam gasped, entire body stiffening.

“You little fucking tease,” he hissed, powering forward.

(Name) giggled, knowing she was in for it in the best way.

When they got home, Adam marched straight up to the bedroom, throwing (Name) down onto the bed. He rummaged around in his nightstand for a moment before he found what he was looking for. Rope.

(Name) tried to get away, but Adam overpowered her. He basically sat on her as he tied a wrist to the bedpost. With one wrist captured, the other was much easier, and it didn’t take long before (Name) was tied to the bed.

She squirmed, pulling on her binds and Adam crossed his arms. “I don’t know where you think you’re going,” he growled. “Fucking bitch, teasing me out in public like that. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

(Name) smirked.

“Oh, you think that’s funny? Let’s see if it’s still funny when I actually put some inches in you.”

Adam grabbed his pocket knife from the nightstand and cut off (Name)’s shirt since he couldn’t exactly pull it over her head.

“Hey,” (Name) whined. “I liked that shirt–” “Take your punishment like a good girl.” That shut her up fast.

Adam discarded the ruined fabric to tug down her sweatpants and panties. When (Name) was bare before him, Adam took off his mask and stood back to admire his work. Then, he left the room.

“Adam?” (Name) called.

Adam returned a moment later with the burger he hadn’t gotten a chance to eat at lunch.

“You’re not fucking serious.”

He took a massive bite. “Dead serious,” he said, muffled by the food in his mouth. He swallowed. “You teased me first.”

“So you tie me up naked while you eat a fucking burger?”

“Yup.”

God, (Name) hated him sometimes. She could do nothing but sit there, bound and naked, while Adam polished off his lunch. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Don’t hate the player for playing your game,” Adam retorted.

(Name) supposed she had started this.

When Adam finished eating, he took his sweet time, brushing his teeth, slowly beginning to undress. (Name) whined. “Adam,” she dragged out the “m”. Adam snickered. “Yeah, baby?” he teased. (Name) groaned, throwing her head back in exasperation.

Finally, finally, Adam finished undressing, and crawled onto the bed. (Name)’s legs shook in excitement. Adam smirked. “So needy.” “Shut up and put some inches in me,” (Name) demanded. Adam laughed. “You’re not in the position to be making demands, babe, but lucky you,” Adam crawled on top of her, pressing his erection against her crotch. “I actually want to do that.”

(Name) spread her legs wider. “Please,” she begged.

Adam finally took pity, grinding his dick against her wet core. (Name) moaned, relieved by some friction. She thrusts her hips up and Adam covered her mouth with his. His tongue invaded her mouth and he swallowed the desperate sounds she made.

His hands began to wander, trailing up her sides and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hands found her breasts and he flicked his thumbs over (Name)’s perked nipples. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her chest further into his grasp.

Adam smirked. She was so sensitive.

He began to roll his hips, setting a steady pace of humping one another.

“Put it in,” (Name) whined. “You’re not in charge,” Adam replied. “You wanted this.” “Yeah, I wanted your dick, and you’re not giving it to me.” “Don’t play dumb.” Adam pinched her nipple and (Name) threw her head back.

“You want me to fuck you so bad it’s pathetic,” Adam snickered. (Name) groaned. “Beg for it and maybe I will.”

“Please, Adam, Dickmaster, whatever, please, please, please, fuck me.”

Adam hummed, reaching down between them to line himself up with her entrance. Then he sunk in slowly, stopping when just the tip was in. (Name) was losing her shit.

“Adam, come on!”

Adam pushed into her painfully slowly, taking a full minute to bottom out. When he did, they both sighed in relief, and Adam dropped his forehead against (Name)’s. He’d planned to tease her more, but now that he was inside her, his patience was wearing thin.

He gripped her hips, keeping them still as she tried to move. “Fuck me,” (Name) begged.

Adam finally began to move his hips, thrusting in and out at a slow and sensual pace that was driving (Name) crazy. But he couldn’t keep it up for long.

He grabbed her legs by the backs of her knees, pushing her knees up towards her chest, basically folding her in half.

With the new position and the new angle, Adam dropped all teasing and began desperately thrusting into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

(Name) moaned, holding onto the ropes that binded her wrists for dear life.

Adam’s pace was brutal, pulling out and slamming back in hard. “How does it feel to have those inches in you, hm?” Adam tried to keep his voice strong, but it was breathy with pleasure.

“Good, so good,” (Name) babbled. “You’re so good, Adam.”

The praise went straight to Adam’s dick, and he pounded into her harder, his grip on her legs tightening as he began to reach his peak. But he’d be damned if he didn’t make (Name) cum first.

She was close too, her walls tightening and constricting around him. Adam made sure to hit the same spot over and over, the spot that was making (Name) see stars. Her mouth hung open in slack pleasure.

“Adam,” her voice was high pitched. “That’s it, baby, cum on these inches.”

His words sent (Name) over the edge and she came with a gasp. Adam, satisfied, chased his own release, the sound of skin on skin reverberating around the room.

“Fuck, (Name),” he gasped before he came deep inside of her. He dropped her legs and (Name) gratefully stretched them out. Adam collapsed on top of her and briefly wondering why she wasn’t holding him until he remembered he’d tied her up.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her to begin working on the knots around her wrists. When she was free, he kissed the irritated red skin of each wrist in apology.

Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed and pulled (Name) into him, draping his wing around her. She cuddled into his chest, still trying to steady her breathing.

“How was that for putting some inches in you?”

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 1

Only You (Matt)

Request: you're secretly fw and both have real feelings for one another but won't act on it. you guys go to a party where this girl keeps tryna get at matt, being super flirtatious and tryna b all touchy feely. matt turns her down but she keeps being persistent and it's making you jealous so you avoid him for the rest of the night. but he finds you and shows you that it's only you? idk idk @lustfulslxt

Warnings: Slight angst, sorta public sex, friends to lovers, fluffy ending, jealous reader, confessing their love for one another, slight mention of beer/alcohol and marijuana

“I don’t want anyone else. No one can make me feel like you do baby”

Y/n’s pov

I was over at the triplets house, everyone was getting ready to go to some influencer party but Chris and Nick were taking forever. I was in Matt’s room with him while we waited on his brothers. “You know, you look really hot tonight princess” he said which caused me to roll my eyes. “Yeah, okay Matthew” I replied with attitude. You see, the thing is, Matt and I are friends with benefits but we’ve both developed some feelings for each other. Lately he’s been hanging around this one other girl quite a lot and to be honest it’s starting to piss me off. I’m jealous and I’ll admit it, so I’ve been kind of dismissive towards him lately, not wanting to get my heart broken.

Anyways, back to me and Matt talking. “Don’t be so harsh princess, I’m just complimenting what’s mine” Matt dumbly smirked at me. “Oh shut the fuck up Matthew, I’m not yours and you’re not mine, you’ve made that very clear!” I replied. As I was opening his door he yelled “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?” but I had already made my way down to Chris room. “Can you please hurry up, I want to go” “Yeah, yeah, pick out shoes and a shirt for me and I’ll be ready” he mumbled. Finally everyone was ready and we got into the van, we’ll probably take an Uber home just to be safe since Matt was probably going to get wasted.

•••Time Skip•••

We had been at this party for about two hours and I was already pretty high, only having one drink. Matt has been talking to some new bitch, I glared over at him as he smiled at me. He was seemingly unaware of anything being wrong so I decided to just continue avoiding him. “Hey pretty lady, watcha smoking there?” Matt asked me as I look another hit off my pen. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him with a scoff but was quickly pulled into a different direction. “Hey let me fucking go!” I yelled at whoever was dragging me but they turned around and of course it was Matt.

“Matthew! What the fuck!” I yelled at him but he just kept walking. After a minute or two, we made it to an unoccupied bathroom, Matt quickly pushed me inside and locked the door before pushing me up against it. “What’s your deal tonight? You’re acting—“ he started before I cut him off by pushing him off of me. “What’s wrong Matt? That chick you’ve been flirting with all night turn you down?” I rolled my eyes. “Other way around, I turned her down sweetheart. Stop being so fucking jealous!” Matt said between gritted teeth as his hand came up to wrap around my throat.

“Stop fucking every girl you see!” I yelled back but that just seemed to piss Matt off more considering he pushed me up against the wall. “You’re the only girl I’m fucking, you’re the only girl I’m talking to, you’re the only girl that I fucking care about!” he once again yelled before smashing our lips together. The kiss was hot and sloppy, our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed together. It was so needy, we only pulled away long enough for Matt to say “Jump” and catch me. I was set on the bathroom counter and Matt finally pulled away from me, both of us out of breath.

“Let me prove it to you” Matt said as he started kissing my neck. “Okay” with that he pulled off my panties and shoved them in his pocket before undoing his belt and pants, letting those and his boxers pool around his ankles. “You ready baby?” “Yes please” Matt lined himself up with me before thrusting in and out slowly. “Matt babe, faster please” I whined and he obliged, pounding into me like no tomorrow. “Fuck this pussy was made for ME! You’re mine, you got that Y/n? MINE!” he grunted out as he somehow started going faster.

I was pulling on his hair and loudly moaning, if anybody walked by the door they’d definitely hear me. “I don’t want anyone else. No one can make me feel like you do baby!” Matt said pulling back and slowing down a little bit, “Bad timing but please be my girlfriend!” he added. I was shocked to say the least but I agreed, “Yes! Yes I’m yours Matt! All yours!” I whimpered. As soon as I agreed to be his girlfriend, he went back to railing me like no tomorrow.

“Fuck Matt, I’m so close!” “Me too baby just hold on” he started to rub my clit and smashed his lips against mine again. His movements were all so fast and overwhelming in the best way possible and it was getting harder to hold my orgasm in. Luckily for me, Matt pulled back from the kiss just enough to mumble, “Cum for me baby, cum so I can fill you up” against my lips. With that, I let go, cumming hard and clenching around his cock.

I threw my head back as I moaned, causing my head to hit the mirror “Careful baby— Oh god fuck! Yeah that’s right- You’re pussy’s so fucking tight for me, shit!” Matt moaned as he came inside of me. Both of our legs were a little bit shaky and our breathing was erratic but even as Matt pulled out, everything in this moment felt right. “Let me clean you up sweetheart” Matt said as he grabbed a washcloth from under the sink, getting it wet before gently wiping me down. “Hey Matt, I think I’m in love you” I spoke quietly as Matt cleaned himself off and put his pants back on.

“I know I’m fucking in love with you. I love you and I have for so long, I just didn’t want you to leave me so I never told you” he admitted to me, standing in between my legs and fixing my hair. “Can I take you out on a date tomorrow Matty?” “No but I’ll take you out on a date” he winked. “By the way you’re not getting your panties back tonight” he smirked as I hopped off the counter. “Maaatttt no, I need them” I protested but he just opened my he bathroom door and grabbed my hand.

“No you don’t, me and you are going home. I’ll tell Nick and Chris to catch an Uber” I just rolled my eyes with a cheesy smile on my face. “You better massage my legs when we get home” I teased as Matt opened the car door for me. “Oh trust me, I’m gonna run you a nice warm bath and take off your makeup and dry your hair and just take care of you for the rest of the night my love” Matt smiled before placing a quick peck to my lips and driving us home.

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[moonrisecoeur]

okay but like imagine a bully leon that's actually so subby when things get real…. like idk what it is but there's really something about guys that look kinda dom on the outside actually being really submissive on the inside… Imagine some kind of high school or even better, college AU where Leon's kind of an asshole to you first semester, and then you scheme with your friends to get revenge … just not the way he expected or smth, maybe at some cliche party you end up one on one with him and after some kind of heated confrontation you make your move, and even though his bully side tries to resist, his subby side pops out and he eventually gets reduced to a begging, sobbing mess. And you just mistreat him so well, he gets all clingy and pathetic by the end of it, all whiny, and you're almost rough with him, getting him so needy and then forcing him to apologize so much and beg, and acknowledge idk something like he was wrong, you're the best, etc, he needs you

I think this would work maybe with RE2 Leon the best, but RE4 leon possibly? There's really just something about RE2 leon being subby and RE2 leon being a really bratty bully type But yeah smth like brat taming with leon or something!! Maybe even spanking if he was that much of an asshole lmaoooo

(sorry if this sent twice i was having issues with tumblr)

this is a wonderful concept and all but be so for real my guy leon could not be a bully. especially re2 and re4. he’s too sweet and gentle to ada in re2 and ashley in re4 to ever truly bully someone.

buuuuuuuuut since u already got this idea so flushed out i might as well add to it!! sorry this isn’t as long as i’d like to to be i couldn’t really think of anything else to add!!

sub!bully!leon x slight mean dom!reader, no pronouns used, afab body parts mentioned.

leon likes your attention and feels like the only way he can get it is to be mean. the first time you both met, you didn’t realize he was trying to talk to you and just walked past him (with like earbuds in and stuff) and he was so heartbroken.

so every time he sees you in class he’ll be rude and abrasive, calling you insulting nicknames and stuff. he kinda likes the face you make when you get mad, the way your eyebrows furrow and your eyes stare sharply at him.

he’s also kinda mean to your friends because to him they’re an extension of you.

at this party, he’s been drinking, not too much because he’s cautious but enough to where he’s not completely sober. you as well.

you both start arguing when he bumps into you and knocks your drink out of your hand. he says a lot of cruel things that make your heart ache slightly. he’s so needlessly mean that you’re getting fed up with taking his shit.

you take a step closer to him, finally willing to do more than stand your ground, but actually fight back, “do you just want me to hate you that damn bad, leon? because you really seem to enjoy pissing me off.”

his body feels weak at your cold tone of voice. he’s suddenly not the evil, monstrous man that made fun of you, embarrassed you, called you names, talked down to you. he tries to keep up his front, but you see it cracking.

“i know you like it,” he says, “like it when i’m mean to you, don’t you? you want me to call you names and make fun of you, kinky bitch.”

you scoff, looking away from him. he couldn’t be more wrong.

“what? you think i’m wrong? prove it to me, prove that you don’t like me like this. show me that you’re worth anything more than being the dirt beneath my—”

“shut the fuck up, leon,” you groan as you come closer to him. it’s what he was afraid of, and god you’re so close to him… he’s worried he might explode from nerves. your hand presses against his chest as you push him away, and then suddenly, you’re up against him, he’s pressed against the wall, and your hand is back on his chest.

“uh, i.. i—” he says.

“what’s wrong? lost the ability to speak?” you ask him rhetorically, smirking, “you did get something right, i am a kinky bitch. just the wrong kind.”

“what?” he asks breathlessly. he looks like he’s about to pass out, face red, hands shaking. you would want to soothe him if he wasn’t such an asshole, “wrong kind?”

your hand on his chest drops to his crotch, groping him over his jeans, and he fucking whimpers. already. you come to the realization that leon kennedy, the bastard who’s been torturing you for months on end, is a fucking sub. good god.

“wait wait wait… hold on… i- what are you doing?”

your smirk grows, your breaths and sighs are satisfied, contented with holding him here, watching him stutter and whimper, “awh, i will admit. you’re much cuter when you’re not using that mouth to be rude. much, much prettier…”

his face is already red, his ears too. he looks messy, fragile, adorable.

“p-please,” his voice breaks, and you know you’ve won.

—

“stupid, stupid boy, thinks he can be mean to me? messed with the wrong girl,” you say, patronizingly soothing as you run your fingers through his hair, his cock buried inside of you as he hides his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, “you should say sorry, baby, for what you did to me.”

“fuck, i- i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry about what i said to you a- and your friends! i’m sorry!”

you scoff, “no, you know that’s not good enough, try harder. tell me how pathetic and dumb you are.”

he whines, his lips pressing against your neck sweetly as an apology, and as a way out of giving you a real one. he grasps onto your body like you’re his only anchor to stability and sanity.

you try to coax him out of his shyness and get him to tell you all the things you want him to say, “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta tell me. tell me how mean and degrading and cruel you were to me, just to be my stupid, obedient boy after i flipped it on you. the second i was a little mean to you, you completely gave in to me, didn’t you?”

“y-yeah, i… i’m sorry, i know i haven’t been- ah, good for you, but please let me be. give me a chance to be good, please. i can be good.”

you just laugh, clearly annoyed with him, “stupid fucking thing, thinks he can make me forgive him by begging to give him the grace he never gave me. you will have to earn your forgiveness, baby.”

he whines, “can i please fuck you? please? i’ll show you how good i can be, how good i can make you feel, i’ll so whatever you say i promise!!!”

“no, sweetheart, you’re going to sit still. you’re going to cry and weep and sob about how sorry you are, about how much better i am than you, how you don’t deserve me or my pussy, and how badly you need me to treat you like you’re nothing.”

[loaksbitch]

STEPBRO LOAK

stepbro!loak telling you to shut the fuck up so you won’t get caught while fucking in the hut you two and kiri shared? argh. — no, because i instantly wrote this when i saw this anon's inbox.

warnings – buckle up girls it’s our bitch lo’ak coming, p in v, dirty talking, missionary, deep stroking, lo’ak covers your mouth to shut you up, praising, licking, lo’aks pullout game is strong unlike neteyam (ifykyk), tw: stepcest!

“shut up, we’ll fuckin’ get caught.” — lo’ak sully (⨳)

your both hands are pinned next your head, lo’ak rutting into you with a desperate need and lust, he takes all the pleasing sight you give him.

“aren’t you such a needy little whore, baby.” lo’ak nudged your nose, making you whine a mess in his hands. “lo’ak.” you moan, your hot breath hitting his lips and making him smile. “that’s right, i’m lo’ak, the one who got you pinned here and fucking you, yeah?” he was so full of himself.

with every thrust lo’ak was giving you, your moans were getting louder. “shh,” he tells you, his right hand pulling on your left leg and pushing it wider. your jaw flies open, eyes screwed shut and teary when he sinks until his pubicbone is touching your pelvis.

he leans forward, one hand that was holding onto your ass sliding up to your hips then to your waist. “this cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?” you’re too focused on how his girth-y tip hits the opening of your cervix.

as much as you wanted to answer, your words only came out as a breathy moan. lo’ak clicks his tongue, groaning when your walls grip his dick, hands sought to your jaw and turning you to face him. “answer me, princess.” he slows his thrust, deep strokes getting delivered into your sopping cunt.

“this is mine, isn’t it?” he snaps his hips, letting you know he was talking about your pussy. “i own it, don’t i?” you look into his amber eyes and nod. “then take it, fuckin’ take it all.”

you winch with every slip of his cock in you, shutting your eyes when lo’ak slowly fucks you and stretch you. “oh,” you gasp, back arching and holding onto him. lo’ak chuckles, your reaction is too cute for him but then again you need to lower your voice, or you both will get caught.

“i know how vocal you can be, baby,” as much as lo’ak wants to hear you scream his name, he can’t risk this. “but i need you to be quiet than that, i know you can do it.” he brushes off your hair from your face, literally wiping the beading sweat from your forehead.

you suck a deep breath, trying to keep it all in and take his cock like a big girl but the way his heavy balls was leaving a soft patting sound against your folds makes it hard for you. “more, i need more.” you hiss and lo’ak bites his lower lip, eye taking your naked body shining under the moonlight sipping through the hut curtains.

“you need more?” he lets a breathy laugh out, leaning to you and placing a kiss on your forehead. you whine when his two braided hair comes in contact with your skin, the beads too cold for your hot cheeks. “gonna give you what you want then, pretty girl.” your stomach tingles at his choice of words.

lo’ak doesn’t miss how your breath accelerates, excitement feeling your heart when he lets go of your legs. he places them down, eyes locking with yours when he is laying on you, chest pressed against the swell of your breast. lo’ak taps on your thighs and you instantly wrap them on his slim waist.

“need you to hold on tight.” you nod, feeling lo’ak sliding his hand under your back and hold onto your shoulders. right when your arms are secured on his neck, lo’ak resumes his cock to keep drilling in your cunt.

the change of position helping him hit home, literally fucking your walls and making you quiver. “be quiet.” he tries to say in a calm tone, moaning when your warm walls grip him tight.

lo’ak curses when you get louder. “shut up, we’ll fuckin’ get caught.” he curses at you, making you cry even more with his rough thrust. “i can’t.” you nearly whimpered. lo’ak quickly lets your shoulder go and braced himself with his one arm, keeping him up from crushing you down.

his other hand came to your face while his eyes bore a hole to yours, covering your mouth and shushing the sinful sounds that will get you both caught if he won’t stop you. lo’ak picked up his thrust, right from where he stopped. “is this better?” he asks but you only moan onto his hand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“this what we have to do? you can’t shut the fuck up and i must do it for you?” he mocks you. “always making your stepbro take you out of trouble?” it was as if an old lady was spitting shame on you. he could feel every rapid hot breath against his hand, hot breath fanning on his skin.

lo’ak exhaled, grinning at your state. “tap on my hand if it’s too much.” he tells you, now being selfish to chase an orgasm out of you. you only give him a knitted brow and slight crossed eye, your hand fisting on the hammock under you.

you liked what he was giving you, not even nothing to process his words. the way you rhythmically clenched on lo’ak told him you are about to cum. he hisses when your arousal squirts out of you, milking him down to his balls. lo’ak only fucks you through your orgasm.

“oh fuck fuck fuck.” he quickly pulls out, not missing how you pushed his hand away from your mouth and told him to pull out. you use your elbows as leverage, holding you up to see lo’ak fist on his cock and jerk off. his exhale was harsh, especially when you kept eyeing his tip like it was your favorite candy.

“come here.” he tells you, using his finger to beckon you and you obligate, kneeling in front of him. lo’ak curses under his breath, your sweaty blue skin and fucked out face sending him to the last push. “i’m gonna c-cum” his voice hitches at the end, shamelessly whimpering.

you let a soft gasp out when ropes of cum paint your chest, drawing thin messy lines on your skin. when you look up to lo’ak, he only stares at you with blown pupils. “this was so fucking amazing.” you hear him say and smile cheekily, “we’re not doing that again.” you murmur.

“no?” he asks, teasing behind his tone. “but that’s what you said last time princess.” he chuckles, bending to you and leaning to your face. he doesn’t bother how his own release touches his skin when he presses himself on you.

“this time it’s— lo’ak!” you whine when he gives your lips a bold lick. “what? i know you like it.” you look away, not wanting to admit. oh and? you’re definitely doing it next time.

ajskqxm here you go pretty anon, i gave my best in this!! like + reblog + thoughts are super appreciated!! i love each and everyone of you sm! mwah <3

[rafecameronsslxt]

Please make a part 2 to forbidden touch

Stepbrother! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, stepcest, called bitch, nicknames like stepbrother, stepsister, and stepbrother, teasing, p in v, and grinding.

A/N: I hope this doesn't seem too rushed, but they did get a happy ending!

Part one

You tried to push him away, you did, but he wouldn’t leave. It was supposed to be a night of releasing pent-up tension- or that’s what you told yourself, and now Rafe can’t keep his hands off you. It wasn’t just sex, Rafe confided in you. He told you things he’d never tell anyone else, and you replicated his gestures and late-night talks. Your friends started to notice how close you and Rafe had become, and so did your Mother. She was delighted that Rafe had someone to talk to, for him to have such a good sister like you. 

   You put your hands on Rafe’s chest to stop him from kissing you. “Rafe, we can’t do this anymore before- before we get attached. I’m serious.” You were lying through your teeth. He knew it because you were already attached. “I thought we inferred that you were a good sister. Can’t fuck your stepbrother one more time, baby.” His veiny hand makes its way up your thigh and unbuttons your shorts. He slips his hand under your panties, gliding his finger over your slit before easing his middle finger into you. “You like that sister?” The nickname only made you wetter. You nod, leaning to kiss him, but he pushes you away and removes his finger from your cunt. You rub your thighs concurrently, whining. 

   Rafe lays you back against your pillows, his body between your legs, his erection pressed against your pussy. “You’re going to kiss me next time like a good stepsister?” He grabs your jaw, lips pushing together as you choke out a desperate yes, grinding your hips onto his. Rafe presses his mouth to yours and spits saliva angrily into your mouth, and you swallow it like a good stepsister. Despite your neediness, you pretend to gently run your hands through Rafe’s dishevelled hair but tug his head back, watching him smile sinisterly. This week Rafe has had a temper hence the anger already shared in the few seconds, and you always let him use you. So it was time to have a switch. Until you hear your Mother’s voice from the other side, causing you to stiffen up. “Yeah, Mom?” You call out while Rafe kisses your jaw, only to find your sweet spot for you to moan quietly. “I need to talk to you.” You yell out okay.

   “Rafe Cameron, the bathroom now!” You whisper-scream at him because he won’t stop kissing you. Then, finally, you push him by the butt to get in there, rolling your eyes after.

   You compose yourself before opening the bedroom door, taking deep breaths and buttoning up your shorts. “Mom, what do you want to talk about?” You smile, both of you sitting on the bed where you were grinding onto Rafe. “I know you and Rafe have been becoming closer, and I just want you to be careful because he can be…” She rubs her neck, giving you a slight smile and obvious ‘mom’ advice. All girls should be wary around Rafe because the next thing you know, you're having sex with him every day. 

   “But, I also wanted you to know that me and Ward aren’t doing so hot right now.” You try not to look happy because your mom is heartbroken, but you choke on your spit, wheezing until your breath becomes stable. She gives you a worried look but brushes it off. “I’m hoping it’ll work out, but I’m exhausted after this long day.” You yawn on cue, eyes saddening for your mom's convenience. You walk her out to the hall. “Night, love you.” You shut and lock your bedroom door, jump onto Rafe excitedly, and wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss all over his face as he laughs. 

   He lightly throws you into the bed and quickly throws your shorts and panties to the wooden floor. You unbuckle his bed and slide his khakis off with his boxers, letting his cock lay against your abdomen. “I’m not fucking you.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a light kiss on them. You furrow your brows, confused. “But we got good news.” You sigh, irritated. Of course, Rafe had to be stubborn today. 

   Rafe rubs his tip up and down your folds, putting extra pressure on your clit. Your hands grasp the sheets until your knuckles turn white, and the only oxygen you can breathe is his because his mouth is sealed to yours. He pulls away. “C’mon, rub yourself on me since you decided to be a bitch today.” His gravelly voice whispers, biting your bottom lip, creating an indent from his teeth. 

   You’re so desperate that you oblige. You lower your cunt on Rafe’s erection, and every bulging vein is more prominent as you stroke his cock with your pussy, adding to the pleasure of his tip slightly curving up into you, but he doesn’t let it happen. “Just one thrust. Please, baby.” You pout sweetly, throwing your hands around his neck, legs shuddering just for Rafe to look conceited. He pulls your shirt off, sucking on your nipples that turn sensitive too quickly. “Rafe, please. I need you.” You say tersely, and you see him deciding whether he should. Finally, he does—one deep but profound thrust as you cry out in pleasure, covering your mouth quickly. 

   You knew you would barely last a minute because of his teasing. The bed squeaks with each movement, and your breasts bounce as Rafe pounds into you unmercifully. Finally, his hand rubs quick circles on your clit, and you are gone. Your eyes roll back, pussy spasming around his cock, and long lines of ripped skin on Rafe’s taut back. 

   A month later, you’re completely moved out of the Camerons' house and back into the comfort of your home. Fortunately, your feelings for Rafe didn’t leave but grew more assertive, leading to a secret relationship until it reached figure eight, and everyone knew. At first, you weren’t on speaking terms with most of your friends, but they later accepted it, saying more than needed kinky things about your relationship with Rafe. 

   You could call it a happy ending for now.

[ectologia]

Okie dokie, hear me out now…

Tomu’ has an incredible pain tolerance, absolutely mind blowing, but his pleasure tolerance?

I bet it’s low when he’s not the one doing the stimulation. He’s too rough with himself, he doesn’t know what moderation or self control even is. He’s also got to be cautious with himself, so when it’s someone else and he relaxes?

Weak as hell. He’s coming in less than a minute. Easily overstimulated but addicted to it just as quickly, all but panting and begging for more even as he’s got tears streaming down his face and his tongue sticking out like a dog. Absolutely pathetic and when you praise him in combination?

He’s so much more than the show lets him be, but he’s still just a 21 year old piece of shit, we forget. He’d be so easy to manipulate in the right hands. Of course, he’s a quick learner, caution needs to be taken because he’s got a ego problem, but you set the temperature just right?

He’d be an adorable submissive.

Hope you’re day is going well♥️ Just throwing out thirsts~ Love seeing your work!

LET IT HAPPEN

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: OVERSTIMULATION, CHAINS, GENITAL SPANKING, MOMMY FETISH, HANDJOB, FELLATIO, MALE MASTURBATION, SUBBY SHIGGY

He likes it hard and fast, so you give it to him slow.

Slow, soft, feather-light touches, stroking up and down his swollen length while his thin layer of foreskin clicks over his angry, red tip with every rock of your hand.

His toes crease and curl into the sheets below him, his wrists twisting and wringing in the chains strung above his head, nailed to the headboard.

“Fuck sake.. How ‘m I supposed to cum when you’re barely even fuckin’ touching me.”

He growls when this earns him a spank to his big dick, flinching and bobbing against his tensed stomach.

“You have to be patient, Tomura.”

He throws his head back in a fit, huffing and puffing while his hips buck into your palm occasionally. “Can you at least go faster.”

“Who’s in charge right now?”

Crimson-reds narrow at your petite form crouched between his thighs, fisting away at his massive cock.

It’s difficult to be intimated when he’s the one chained up this time.

You decide to up the anti. Your whole arm goes into striding up and down the thick length, stroking and pumping him rapidly. His back straightens and he raises, no longer relaxed.

No longer cocky.

“Ah.. Oh, shit. That’s.. Mmh..”

You raise your head to asses the situation, grinning up at his now frizzy and static locks of Alice blue, lain across his dewy forhead like wispy spider webs. The apples of his cheeks don a pinkish hue, tucked into his shoulder as he attempts to hide his feeble expression.

“Is that good baby boy?”

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch—”

He cries out this time as you slap the chubby head of his dick, sensitive and needy and dribbling with pre-cum.

“It’s mommy.”

He snickers wickedly through grit teeth. “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.” He punctuates his sentence with a snide grin, but you can see the hint of hesitance.

Of fear.

His tongue glides over his teeth as he watches a fat wad of saliva stretch from your lips into the tiny, drooling slit placed at the crest of his cock. The sticky bubbling fluid is smeared all the way down to the plump set of tightened balls hanging by his ass. The moment you hunch to flick at his head with the velvety flat of your tongue, he’s mewling.

“Oh god..”

You hollow your cheeks as you suckle on his tip, suctioning the heavy bulb against the roof of your mouth as he curses and snarls like a beast. His thighs begin to shiver either side of you, quivering and shaking against the stimulation. Your hand slips down to the crease of his ass to mould and massage at his twitching sack, closing your eyes in favour of nursing on his cock and fondling his balls with no distractions, rolling and pinching at the delicate flesh.

“Fuck! Oh my fucking god I’m gonna cum so fucking hard— shit!”

He’s caught off guard by the sudden release of his genitals, snapping his head down to stare wide eyed and frantic. His prick throbs in your palm eagerly as you press a kiss to the stiffened spine.

“What the fuck!” He squirms in his restraints, attacking at the silver links.

He hisses and jolts away after his fat, swollen balls earn a curt spank.

“You have to say please.”

“Are you kidding me?” He shifts against the mattress, his full sack and horny dick bouncing against his taint “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Please.”

“Please what?”

He gapes, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “I don’t fucki— I don’t know.”

“What’s my name?”

“Seriously.”

You shrug your shoulders, a giddy smile present on your face. “If you want to cum.”

He scowls, sighing. “... Mommy.” His chin hangs low against his chest as he mumbles.

“Good boy.”

You resume your sucking, milking his cock with your tongue while your warm hands jerk his sensitive ballsack side to side. His wails increase the longer you draw it out, nowhere to go and nothing to cling to in his confines. His feet kick out and shuffle, planting his heels into the dough of your mattress as he thumps his pubic bone up into your nose.

“Mommy! Mommy! Fuck!”

“Mmh?” Your mocking hums vibrate throughout his body, tingling and prickling against his member. You rise, swiping at your slicked up chin with your knuckles. “You wanna cum baby boy?.. Yeah? You wanna cum for mommy?”

He nods, distraught and yearning. His nails chip at the pudgy flesh of his palm as he balls them into fists, hitting and tapping against the wall behind him as he attempts to suppress the watery, bubbling tears collecting above his eye-line from seeping out.

“What do you say?” Your fingers pinch and flick at his fat mushroom-tip, scrubbing the puckered slit against your palm as he whimpers.

“Mommy— Please, Mommy..”

“That’s better..”

The slippery wet muscle of his tongue rolls out of his mouth like a plush carpet, lolling against the harsh cracks of his lips. His noises are barely coherent, reduced to guttural howls and whines.

He’s panting. Up until the moment his dick finally explodes, spurting and spraying sticky white ropes over your hand. He squeals like a pig, flinching as you continue to pump his massive, rock hard cock even after his orgasm. He thrashes about in his restraints, his whole body tense and rigid as you continue to jerk him off, forcing him to cum and cum and cum.

“Mommy! Mommy please! Fuck— enough!” He pleads and begs for you to stop, but the evident rock of his hips tells you he only wants more.

“Fuck! I’m shooting blanks here baby, please!”

Your hand retracts, slowly easing away.

He pants, gasping and heaving as he blinks up at the ceiling. While he catches his breath, you admire the drooping stripes of jizz seeping down his tight balls, throbbing and squeezing and pulsing next to his taught little asshole.

His chin angles forward, carnal eyes squinting at you from between tresses of white locks.

“Are you okay?” You cock your head, spidering a comforting hand up to rub his thigh.

“Let’s do that again.”

[matchpointfaist]

common tongue - art donaldson

;; you’ve spent five years hating art donaldson, and he’s spent five years trying to pry the hate from you

cw; sexual content, degradation, angst, spitting, slapping, biting, art and reader are both kinda evil!

this is really short i just couldn’t stop thinking ab it! sorry! literally wrote this in like 15 mins the urge was killing me

when the meanings gone, there is clarity

and the reason comes from the common tongue

of you loving me

and it’s easy, darlin, don’t need a remedy

and the reason comes from the common tongue

of you loving me

you watched art’s match intently, your eyes darting back and forth between him and his opponent, who was currently demolishing him. with one last, echoing hit of the ball, art had lost. “40, love. zweig takes the match,” the announcer called, and you watched as art threw down his racket, frustration lacing his every moment, and stalked off the court.

you found him just outside the men’s locker rooms, sweat still dripping from his hair, his muscles taut as he stood there. “you let him beat you,” you said, your voice breaking the silence of the empty hallway. “i don’t want to fucking hear it today,” art snapped, his voice raspy with anger, “i’m serious.” “like that ever stopped me before,” you laughed sarcastically, “seriously, art, what was that? you’ve beaten him before,”

you reflected on your time at stanford, when art beat nearly anyone he competed against, especially patrick zweig. “fuck off,” he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, “if you came here to instigate, i’m not in the mood, honestly,” “i’m here to tell you you played like a fucking bitch,” you snapped back, “you lost to a fucking loser,”

his hands were on your jaw in an instant, yanking you closer to him, his voice slow, “shut the fuck up. you’re so high and mighty, like anyone even knows who you are,” he spat. you flinched slightly, the anticipation wound tightly inside you, “yeah? nobody knows who i am, art? then why are you so obsessed with me?”

his lips crashed into yours roughly, five years of tension and hostility pent up into this moment. “you think i’m such a fucking loser,” he seethed, “but you come here time and time again, antagonizing me into fucking you. i’m so pathetic, but i know you don’t ever want to leave my hotel room in the morning. you act like you hate me but you come here begging for me like a fucking slut every time i’m in town,”

you relish in the sound of his voice, stretched so thin with self restraint, with violent anger, his breath hot against your face. “don’t fuck me then,” you say breezily, “tell me to leave and i’ll go. look me in the face and tell me you don’t think about me every time you’re on that court, and that’s why you lose every fucking time. because you know i’ll be waiting for you and you’ll get to bury all your problems inside me,”

he grabs you by your throat roughly, pushing you against the wall. “i’m not even gonna wait to get you back to the hotel, since you wanna act so needy for it,” he says, inches from your ear, “gonna fuck you right here in this hallway. maybe patrick will come, see what a fucking loser i am making you scream for it, huh?” you whined underneath his grip, prying at his fingers. he released his grip on your throat, his now free hand coming to the waist band of your shorts, pulling them down roughly.

“art,” you snap, “you’re not fucking me in this hallway, you’re fucking insane,” “if you don’t want me to, you tell me to stop, otherwise i’m doing what i want with you,” he said, his voice dripping with anger, a layer of possessiveness, “don’t get to act like that and then tell me what to do,” he kissed you roughly, pulling one of your legs up around his waist, his fingernails scraping you as he grabbed at your thigh.

your back arched off the wall, leaning into his touch, hating how easily you gave into him. he pulled away, glaring down at you as he pushed down his own shorts just enough to free his cock from the fabric, and your mouth watered at the sight. he pushed your panties to the side, a sarcastic laugh leaving his mouth as he felt just how wet you were against his fingers. “not even gonna take these off, just gonna move them to the side. treat you like the fucking whore you are,” he said, his voice low.

you gasped as he slid into you in one quick, fluid motion, not taking anytime for you to adjust before he fucked into you roughly, his hand returning to its position around your throat. “tell me i’m a fucking bitch now,” he spat, a strangled groan leaving his throat. “you’re a fucking bitch, art,” you mewled, and you swore you felt him get even harder inside you, “only good thing about you is your cock. i’m sure patrick could even do this better,”

something in him snapped, and he squeezed the sides of your jaw, forcing your mouth open, his jaw tense as he spit into your open mouth. your mouth twisted into a smirk as he released your jaw, and you swallowed it, eliciting another groan from art.

“you’re so fucking pathetic,” he panted against you, his theusts growing rougher, “this is the only thing you’re good for,” “don’t act like you don’t love me, art,” you whimpered, “i know you think about me,” “i think about you like this, in your fucking place, but nothing else,” he snapped, his gaze unbelievably intense as he glared down at you still, “this is all i’ll ever love you for,”

you slapped him before you could stop yourself, raking your fingernails down his cheek, your face hot with humiliation and frustration and years of art refusing to admit his feelings for you. his hips only faltered for a second, before he was grabbing your hips roughly and fucking into you harder, biting down on your neck, “fucking bitch,” he growled into your skin.

your back arched into him again, your body betraying you as you shook against him, your high pitched moans echoing through the empty hallway. “gonna cum for me? hm? i can tell you’re close,” art groaned, his hand between the two of you rubbing your clit roughly. you dug your nails his shoulders, your breath rapid as you came around him, nearly screaming his name. “good fucking girl,” he moaned, his head tipping back, his cum spilling into you as his hips jerked against you.

you pulled your leg from around his waist, your eyes stinging with tears as you pulled away from him, pulling up your shorts. “hey, wait,” art panted, eyes wide as you started to walk away from him, “what’re you doing?” “going home, wouldn’t want to inconvenience you staying around your hotel in the morning,” you snapped, your face hot with shame, “this will never happen again,” “wait,” he grabbed your wrist, “i didn’t mean that, come on,” “how am i supposed to know what you do and don’t mean, art?” “you told me what a fucking bitch loser i am,” he said, his voice cracking with exasperation, “it’s just what we do, don’t go,”

“i don’t want to keep doing this,” you sigh, running your hands through your hair, “it is just what we do, i know, i’m just tired of acting like there’s not something here,” his eyes softened, “you think there’s something here? i’ve felt it, but i thought,” he laughed bitterly, “i guess i kinda thought you hated me,”

“hated you? jesus, art. you’re not that pathetic,” you said sarcastically, “i’m not saying i’m in love with you or anything. just maybe i don’t want to hear about how you don’t want me there in the morning,” “but i do want you there in the morning. please, come back with me,” you sigh, feeling yourself giving into him, “yeah, fine. you should win something at least,” you say, glaring at him with the fresh anger still on your mind. “yeah, whatever. i’m gonna flaunt you in front of zweig, see if he stays cocky after that.”

[meowjunjun]

omgg I love your writing sm <3 do you think you can do ball stepping with heeseung?

YES IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT and ahhh thank you hun!!! 🩷🩷

I’m really sorry this is like so bad I’m rlly rusty rn.. it’s short too I’m sorry 😞

Ball stepping w Heeseung

Includes: mild cbt, sensitive hee, praise degradation, teasing, a biiiit of begging and an even smaller bit of dacryphilia

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You knocked on the door to your apartment, finally back from work. It had been a long and busy day, and you couldn’t wait to see your sweet boyfriend Heeseung. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t needing him badly all day.

After waiting for only a short moment, the door opened in front of you. He was wearing a black tee shirt and grey sweatpants, an outfit he knew you loved to see on him.

You stepped through the front door, and he instantly pulled you in for a hug. “Missed you s’ much” he says, muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “I know baby, I missed you too. I’m home now.” You pull him closer to you with your hands on his waist, bodies up against eachother. You back him up against the wall, and pull him in for a heated kiss. He eagerly kisses back, all sloppy and needy. You can feel his bulge up against you due to how close the two of you were, so you discreetly slip your knee in between his thighs, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Heeseung.

His hands are pawing at your clothes as you bring your knee up higher, now nearly crushing his hard on. “Gh- mmf-“ he moans into the kiss, eyebrows furrowed and eyes scrunched shut as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. He tries to use his hands to push your thigh back down, even just a little bit. You pull away from the kiss.

“Aww, what’s wrong Hee? Too much for you?” You coo into his ear before biting his neck playfully. “N-no- just… fuck, s-sensitive..ahn” mid sentence you bring your thigh back up to his crotch, harder this time. “So you want me to stop, is that what you’re saying?” You ask with a faux confused expression. He shakes his head profusely “Wait no m’ sorry, please keep going? Please? Want you to hurt me s’ bad, mhm”

“How cute… I suppose I can be generous today.” You grab him by the wrist and drag him to the couch, plopping yourself down on the edge of it. “Kneel” you spit, and he obeys quickly. “Good boy, Heeseung.”

He keens at the praise, shifting uncomfortably on his spot on the floor. You kick his thighs apart, as he watches shyly. You waste no time, and quickly give him a few swift kicks to his tight balls. He yelps in pain, but doesn’t dare complain. After all, why would he? Even he knows that as much as it hurts, he gets off on it either way.

He’s leaning back and using his hands to support himself, or at least trying to with how shaky he is, while you begin to press the sole of your foot against him. His pants are so uncomfortably tight, he can’t help but shift under your touch.

He’s struggling to stay quiet as you continue to crush his cock, pressing and kicking here and there. He’s so noisy, even with his hand over his mouth. His hair is disheveled and covered in sweat as he continues to let out sweet moans. “A-ahn.. m-more..”

You kick him in the crotch, much harsher this time. He groans in pain, hands flying to cover his hard on as it throbs. It’s nearly knocked the wind out of him. “Stupid bitch. Is that really how you ask?” You growl as you kick his hands away, proceeding to press your toes hard onto his aching balls. “N- nono, I’m so sorry… please, it hurts s’ bad” he whines through pants.

“Good. Dumb sluts like you deserve this type of treatment, right?” You say mockingly, as he eagerly nods and lets out a weak “mhm.. I’m just a dumb slut for y- shit” you interrupt him with a strong jab to his bulge, making his body jolt. You can tell he’s close by how he’s rutting his rips up into your foot like a dirty mutt.

“Aww poor thing, are you gonna cum so soon? Just from me stepping on you? So sensitive, yeah baby?” He meekly agrees with a “y-yes, wanna cum so bad.. please? M’ so sensitive when you hurt me, m’ sorry.. been so good, please please please”

“Mmm… I suppose you’ve been well behaved enough. You’ve taken it like such a good boy, Hee. You can cum.” That’s all he needed to be thrown over the edge, your painful presses to his sensitive pink balls making him cum in his pants; and hard.

Poor baby is spasming as you give him a few kicks to get him through his orgasm, tears pricking his eyes from the painful sensation. He’s moaning like a total whore, then soon enough whimpering from the feeling of the ache between his thighs going away. He can feel a sticky warmth spreading in his pants, the grey fabric of his pants darkening.

“Hah-.. again, please?”

[peetaslefttoe]

peeta x degrading?🙏🙏

warnings: degrading, grinding, riding

summary: request above

authors note: ahh i know this is short i have tons of request 🫶

Masterlist pinned xx

“God, I wish you could see your face, you’re just so fucking eager for my cock,” Peeta hissed, grasping your chin in his strong hand. You ground down against his throbbing cock.

“Please Peeta, wanna cum,” you whimpered, your eyes shut tightly as your pussy fluttered, soaking Peeta’s pants with your arosal.

“Such a needy cockslut aren’t you?” he whispered condescendingly.

“My dick isn’t even out and your panting like a bitch in the heat,” you whine at his words, continuing to rut against him.

“Go on then, if you’re that desperate, take it out,” he ordered, looking down at his hips expectantly and leaning back against the couch. You quickly obliged, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his thick, pulsing cock.

“Can you take of your shirt Peeta?” you begged, looking up at him through your lashes as you slowly pumped his length. He smirked at your whiny behaviour, growing harder in your hand.

“Be a good girl and take it off for me, yeah?” you pulled his white shirt over his hand and dropped it to the floor quickly. You leaned down and began kissing and licking at his abs, sucking at his v-line and biting at his nipples.

“Aww baby, so whipped for me aren’t you? I can feel you dripping on my legs you filthy whore,” he said roughly, grabbing your hair. He moved your hand from his dick, replacing it with his own. He guided his member to your needy hole lowering you down onto it. You gasped as you slid open around him, straddling his warm thighs. He stayed perfectly smirking at you, you waited for him to start thrusting, frowning when he didn’t.

“You wanted my cock so badly you can fuck yourself baby,” he said mockingly. Your pussy shuddered as he throbbed inside your walls. You rose up slowly, grinding down onto him. Your cunt grew used to his size again and soon enough you were bouncing on his member, his lap glistening with your juices. He slipped his fingers into your mouth as you sucked at them needily.

“Oh my god you’re so fucking pathetic aren’t you?” he laughed softly, slapping your face playfully as you continued to ride him.

“Please please please Peeta, touch me,” you whined, ignoring how dumb you sounded.

“Aww still begging me for more when you’re fucking yourself on my cock like a needy slut?” you nodded furiously, whimpering as you slammed down on him harder. You knew he wouldn’t touch you but he took you by surprise when he smacked your pussy as you sunk down again. You gasped loudly, slowing down.

“Keep going,” he growled. You began again, sloppily shoving his cock inside you, with each pump he left a stinging slap on your clit making your legs shake with pain and desire. You fucked yourself faster, panting pathetically as he smirked. He grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and pulling you down harder onto his cock and exposing you further.

“Gonna cum, please Peeta, fill me up, i’m begging you,” you were nearly in tears. You were thrown into your orgasm when Peeta thrust his hips up to meet yours, your walls clenched around him as you shook. You nearly screamed with pleasure when he slapped you’re face as he fucked you through your high. He thrust into you roughly, stretching your sore hole further before gripping your hips roughly and cumming deep inside you. He held you to his chest, kissing your head gently and stroking your hair.

“You did so fucking good for me, such a pretty girl hm?” he praised you, lifting you eyes to meet his as he kissed you softly.

[hearts4golbach]

PT2 OF THE FRETTING HAND PLSPLSPLS

The Fretting Hand. (Part 2.)

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warning: 18+ smuttt, oral sex (m recieving), bickering per usual, overall filth bru

part 1.

"your turn," you muttered against his lips. you attached your lips to his with the same intensity he had while his fingers were inside of you. even though you were sore already, that didn't prevent you from wanting more of him. "wanna taste you." you muttered in between kisses.

"yeah? i bet you do," he smirked, sinking his teeth into your lower lip. the sudden pain made you shudder, but turned you on even more."all you want is my fucking cock now, huh? stupid slut." he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his lips. "why don't you get on your knees and show me."

"fucking make me." you spat, trying to cover your neediness. he bucked his hips up, his clothed cock rubbing through your folds and hitting you clit, making you choke out a moan.

he ran his thumb along your lower lip, pulling it down before sticking his finger in your mouth. it tasted of nicotine and cologne. you ran your tongue around his finger before digging your teeth into the base of his thumb. "fuck," he grunted,pulling you off of his lap and helping you onto the floor.

Johnnie admired your complexion as you looked up at him. he ran his hand gently over your cheek before placing a light slap n your face. you swiftly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and tossing them onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. his boxers were next to go. the tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum. starting from the base, you ran your tongue up his shaft before wrapping your lips around his tip.

he gathered up your hair with one hand and held it all, guiding your head to where he wanted it to be. you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. he bucked up into your face, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. you started off slow, bobbing your head gently.

"fuck, you're so fucking good. you take me so well, pretty girl." he uttered between soft grunts and moans.

you opened your eyes, looking up at him to make eve contact. his grip tightened on your hair as he fucked your throat. your eyes fluttered opened and closed, trying to take all of him without gagging. he tossed his head back and pushed yours all of the way down, making you take every single inch of him down our throat. as you gagged and whimpered around his cock, he pulled your head up.

you were panting, trying to take in all of the air you could. "shut up, bitch, over here moaning and crying. can you not take it?" he cooed, his eyeliner smudged eyes gazing into yours.

you swallowed, preventing yourself from drooling. you nodded quickly. "i can take it."

he smirked, his lip rings adjusting. "that's what i thought." he pushed your head down again. you were sucking the soul out of him, taking whatever you could get. "fucking shit, just like that."

you bobbed your head vigorously, making eye contact with him the whole way through. “taking it so well, just like i knew you could.” he praised, his demeanor changing from earlier. you could tell his tough guy act was slipping.

you hummed on his cock, sending shivers down his spine. “you taste so good.” you spoke in mutters against his dick.

“repeat that, sweetheart.” he ran his hand gently over your cheek.

“you taste so good, Johnnie.” you spoke up before turning your attention back towards getting him off. you pulled away from him, spitting on his tip before rubbing your spit all over his shaft. you had him uncontrollably moaning under your touch, “sounds like you needed me just as much.” you teased, kitty licking the tip of his cock.

“shit, are you sure?” he gathered himself the best he could, thrusting his hips up into your mouth.

“you’re such a mess, babe.” you smirked. you bobbed your head on his cock as fast as you could, gagging with each deep thrust down your throat.

“fucking hell, y/n. i’m so close.” he ran his fingers through your messy hair before grabbing a handful again. he held your head down, making you gag as he swiftly bucked his hips up. “you want me in your mouth?” he asked breathlessly.

“mhm,” you moaned out, beckoning him to cum in your throat.

a string of moans and cusses came out of his mouth as he coated your throat with his cum. you slowly pulled off of his cock, making eye contact as you swallowed. struggling to form words, he muttered, “shit.”

you stood up, laying on the bed next to him with a sigh.

“shower with me?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“yes, please.”

[bitingbody]

we keep it rockin

+18 only <3

wc: 1.7k

warnings: slight dubcon, overstimulation, p in v sex, mild degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, begging, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

He arches up off the bed, cock spurting inside as his hand on the small of your back claws to keep hold of you. You feel the warm rush and ride it, grinding your hips in time with his and providing him the mercy of slowing down. Krauser grunts, catching his breath and using his grip on his hips to ease you into a complete stop while his dick softens. 

Cute. You smile sweetly at him and move your hands over his, fingers curling underneath until you’ve efficiently removed them. Holding his hands, you take the moment of surprise between you to watch as his mouth opens when you start to move again.

Krauser’s eyes widen. “No, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, fondly exasperated. “M’ done.” 

“Really?” You tilt your head. “I’m not. You wouldn’t deny me, would you? Especially since you’ve been gone all week.” Leaning to press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek as you swivel your hips. 

His hands twitch before tightening around yours and you use your momentum to push them into the mattress. His dick jolts inside you. Krauser exhales heavily, the end of the breath coming out a moan. “Fuck, fuck,” he manages. You watch the internal battle wage— his eyes shutting as he tries to steel himself through the intensity of it and his hips gradually starting to rise off the bed again. 

You bite into his jugular, feeling more than hearing the answering whimper. “You’re already hard again. Can you feel it? Just had to be patient.” 

“Baby.” His hands grasp around empty air, eyes a mix between hotly following your motions as you use him and hazy from overstimulation. 

The feeling of him tensing underneath you is intoxicating— it wasn’t often he relinquished power like this, but when he did, it left you feeling like the most powerful in the world. You rock your hips and feel him hit the place inside you that has you doubling over. You’re in awe you haven’t cum yet, but watching him submit for you gets you there quickly.

He smiles at you, a blush high on his cheeks and puffs of air leaving his mouth. “Yeah? Gonna get off using me like a bitch in heat?” His breathing is so rough you’re prideful you caused it. “Oh, fuck. Come all over me,” he growls.

That’s all it takes, sending you into an orgasm hard enough your legs clamp down around him. “Oh my god, right there,” you cry out, your own hands replicating how he had squeezed yours earlier. “S’ so good.” 

Having propped himself on an elbow, he watches, rapt as you gasp through the aftershocks. You can see how on the edge he is himself, and yet, he’s still vigilant to your pleasure. 

You look at him, enraptured by how into this he is. Obviously you’re going to milk it. 

So you lean further into his space, brushing your lips together and holding back a smile when his breath hitches. Needy. 

“I know you want to,” you say quietly as to hear the replying whine. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” 

Krauser huffs, grinding into you. It’s sensitive but you can’t get enough of it. Muscles in your legs bounce and an involuntary noise leaves you, traveling into his mouth as he urges you into a slow kiss. You let your teeth graze his tongue at the moment his hands strain against yours. He lifts off the bed, releasing into you with a hoarse shout. 

You let go of one of his hands, cradle his head against you while you speak, still chasing the incessant movement of him inside you. “There you go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

He kisses your skin, tongue laving over a perked nipple. You’re sure you taste of sweat and it’s fiercely arousing that he eats it up anyway. You let your head fall back, another orgasm directly following the last.

By the throaty sound he makes, you know you’re as tight as a vice around him. It must feel like torture, you riding him as he goes soft on you again. He wretches from your grip, hands finding your hips again. The squeeze is desperate. Krauser eyes you, very nearly debauched. 

“Please, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to, but—” 

You intentionally clench and watch him wet his lips. Both of you know he would stop you if he truly wanted to. But he doesn’t move to, just lowers back down with stuttered breaths. You take his hands in yours again, where they belong.

After a brief pause, you move again, lifting yourself up so his cum trails down your inner thighs, before slowly sitting down. Krauser makes an ah noise and you watch the plains of his abdomen ripple as you work up to a quicker pace. He’s still not hard, but the beads of sweat on his forehead tell you he will be soon. 

An honest to god whimper leaves his mouth when enough of his cum drips to land on his pubic hair. You feel hot all over. 

You notice and swipe a finger through it, licking the bitter taste from your finger. “I want all of it,” you tell him lowly, voice a rasp from the noises you’ve been making. “Give it to me.” 

He pushes his lips together and looks past you to the ceiling, a noise you’ve never heard from him straining to pass his closed mouth. It’s fucking hot. Behind you, his legs spasm in aborted attempts to move. In reaction, you slam your hips down faster, choking on your breath when you find him hard again. 

“Oh,” you say. “You never told me how much you liked being used. Gonna let me fuck you all night until you cum dry for me?” 

His mouth hangs open, eyes downcast to where the mess of the two of you connect. By now, his energy is nearly depleted and his only movements are futile, small circles of his hips. You fuck him hard, biting your cheek at the blissed out look on his face. 

Krauser sighs, so shaky you can see his chest rise, fall, rise, fall again. “‘m so sensitive,” he says under his breath. 

You play with your clit, the tips of your fingers skimming across his dick as it pulls in and out of you. “You have no problem holding me down until I’m too sensitive, Jack,” you murmur, bending low to kiss his chest. “Telling me I can’t return the favor?” You lift up again, if only to see his eyes follow you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. “Can’t waste this. You’re gonna have to go again if you want it to take.” 

If possible, his jaw drops lower. “Yeah?” He asks, fire behind his eyes again at the mention of the kink you both very well know he has in abundance. “Want me to knock you up, sweetheart?” 

As if challenging him, you hold yourself there and grind him deep inside you. He arches, thighs fucking tense. “Do it,” you dare him, intentionally moving the way that usually drives him mad— hardly even lifting off, keeping him buried where he needs to be. 

“Fuck, I don't—” he tries, voice cracking. He opens again to speak and that’s when it hits him. Probably the hardest he’s had tonight, sudden and silent and devastating. You feel the intensity as he spills. It’s quick to leak, there’s so much of it. 

“So good, so perfect,” you tell him while he’s in the throes, gasping for air and making balled up fists with your hands somewhere in the middle. “Always knew you were as good at taking orders as you were giving them, right?” 

Still coming down from it, Krauser nods jerkily. You grin, not stopping this time and keeping with the pace you’ve been at. He chafes against you and it’s vaguely raw, but still wet enough to be good. You don’t let up until his eyes well with unshed tears. 

“You too fucked out? Want me to stop?” 

He falters, and you start to slow down. 

Then— the best thing— his hands find your waist again. “Oh, no, no— don’t— fuck.” 

Usually he has you like this, but it’s beyond attractive to see a man completely and utterly at your mercy. Especially the one you have always held desire for, and now get to love. A tear falls down to his chin. He cranes his neck up, exposing his throat. Like the predator you are, you take the opportunity to dive in and lick at the bite you’d left earlier. He sniffs, a whine leaving him like it’s been pulled from between his ribs. 

“Close,” he alerts you, voice soft in a way you’ve only recently discovered it could be. You’d been rapidly approaching too, but hold off for him. His entire body is shaking, suspended in the trenches of overstimulation. You delight in it, that he’s letting you have him like this. 

Knowing how best to unravel him, you take one of his hands from your side and hold it over your stomach, sure he can feel himself inside you. He bucks under you and moans at the sensation. You clench your teeth. “Tell me how it feels,” he says fast. 

“So full,” you reply, fighting against your orgasm. You’re right fucking there. Watching him, your legs and his cock are so wet with his cum and your fluids, it’s a mess. You’ll need to change the sheets later, but can already see him sleeping like the dead after this. 

His face screws up and you feel it— the last he’s got, weak and hot and so fucking deep it hurts. Your moans take on a crescendo as your own orgasm hits you, unrelenting and overwhelming. Probably your penance for testing his limits. Your arms shake and suddenly he’s holding you up despite his own body fighting the exertion. When you’re both through, you lift off. He sighs with relief and you curl into his side, taking in the slowing beats of his heart. He’s still breathing labored. You give a light laugh and he rolls his eyes. 

“You mad?” You tease, after he’s reached and turned the lamp at your bedside off. No, no cleaning will be done tonight. 

Krauser bites off a smile, but you see it anyway. “No,” he says, casually. “Because tomorrow, sweetheart, you’re buying a pregnancy test.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Pls pls plsss can you do cockwarming with slash!!!

A/n: I had this idea awhile ago and I'm so glad someone requested this so I had a reason to write it so thank you to whoever requested this, hope I did it justice <3

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, semipublic sex?, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash had a video interview today so he spent the morning getting ready for that, however it left you all alone. You woke up to no one beside you, no one kissing all over your face, no one to welcome you to another day.

The one morning you wished you could’ve, you didn’t wake up with his cock inside you. You were needy and alone. How could he do this to you? To his precious baby?

When you were ready you got out of bed and went on a search for him, eventually opening the right door. Slash was at the small table in your little library.

Slash was never big on reading like you but there was a good portion of those shelves dedicated to books on animals.

He had his laptop set up in front of him and you could see he was on a call. He had his glasses on but you could tell he was disappointed in you.

“Sorry, just give me a second.” He said in a warm tone to the interviewer. He turned his mic and camera off before turning fully to you. “Fuck are you doing?” He asked.

You bit your lip, your hands fidgeting with each other as you rocked on your heels. “I just... I needed something.” You mumbled, not looking directly at him.

Slash rolled his eyes at you. “Can it wait?” You hesitated before shaking your head. Slash let out a heavy sigh. “What do you need?” You thought for a moment before walking over to him and sitting in his lap and kissing him.

Of course he couldn’t resist you and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you and slipping his tongue past your lips. You let out a soft whine and reached down to undo his jeans. Slash swatted your hand away and pulled back from the kiss. “I’m on a fucking call right now, this can’t wait?”

“Please..?” You asked with a pout, pawing at his half hard dick through his jeans. Slash looked between you and the laptop, letting out a deep breath.

“Don’t fucking move.” He ordered as he got himself out of his jeans and helped you to sink down onto him. He pushed the chair closer to the table so your bare ass wouldn’t be seen on the camera.

He turned the mic and camera and went back to the interview like he wasn’t balls deep in your needy cunt. You did your best to not move but you kept clenching around him, gummy walls trying to pull him in more, begging for friction. Occasionally Slash would adjust his sitting position, causing you to moan or whine in his ear.

What felt like hours passed and you were just getting more and more sexually frustrated. You rolled your hips and Slash pinched your ass as a warning.

You waited patiently for Slash to start talking and you rolled your hips once more, hearing the pretty moan he had to pretend wasn’t there and just keep talking, but not without smacking your thigh. Your spine straightened.

“Everything alright?” The interviewer asked. Slash smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” He said with a soft chuckle. “Someone’s just getting bored.” The interviewer laughed with him.

“I get it, I’ll try to finish up quickly then.”

The interview proceeded, much to your dismay. But they kept to their word and made it quick, which meant that Slash shut his laptop down and pushed it out of the way to make room for you.

He wasted no time in ramming his hips into yours. Your legs wrapped around him and you leaned back on your arms on the table, head hung back as you moaned out in pleasure.

“Fucking bitch, couldn’t even wait till I was done.” Slash grunted above you, holding your hips tightly, sure to leave bruises. “All those toys you buy for what?” He smacked your ass, drawing a yelp out of you.

“Fuck! Slash, ‘m close.” Another slap, a red mark starting to form. You reached between your legs to rub your swollen clit but Slash smacked your hand away.

“You could’ve done that a long time ago.” Your eyes rolled back as he hit that spot that had you seeing stars. “Could’ve made yourself cum and been over and done with.” Your eyes shot open as you knew where he was going with this. “Happy with yourself now?” He asked as he pulled out entirely and got himself back in his pants, walking away while you were left panting along in the book filled room.