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About me- HELLO I'm Asher/Ash!! 32, she/her bigender & bisexual/pansexual
✴︎ kit walker x f!reader ⁞⁞ pure smut - car sex ⁞⁞ 18+ ; mdni
the dim blue light that glows just after sunset shines through the windshield, lighting up the soft planes of kit’s face and shoulders.
his hands are braced behind him, fingers braced on the folded-back seats. his chest heaves where it presses against yours, a thin sheen of sweat layered over his pecs that catches in the light. your thumb brushes his collarbone, briefly lingering in the dip before returning to his shoulder, mirroring your other arm.
“easy, tiger,” he breathes when your fingernails bite into his skin. “we shouldn’t get blood on the interior.”
“mm, okay. so you’re soft,” you say, smiling down at him and giving a rock of your hips that makes his eyes flutter shut and draws a groan from low in his chest.
“not soft,” he refutes. his hand jerks at his side, like he’s resisting the urge to grab your hip, even though such a movement would leave him flat on his back. “maybe i’ve just got my fair share of scars.”
at that, your smile morphs into something sadder, and you let up the pressure on his shoulders. kit is still smiling, but you’re suddenly having trouble reconciling this image of him with the version you picked up from briarcliff last year. in a lot of ways, he’s the same as he was before he was falsely accused, but the differences stick out like his ribs did upon his return home. the next roll of your hips is halfhearted.
kit thrusts upwards, but he doesn’t have the leverage he needs to do anything but encourage you to pull harder on the reigns. “aw, c’mon, babydoll. i was joking.”
“i know. i’m just thinking.”
“penny for your thoughts?” two lines appear between his eyebrows, his irises darting back and forth over your face.
“i just forget, sometimes, about what happened to you. you hide all of it so well,” you say, looking down at him. he’s illuminated in moonlight, skin pale but flush with life, his nose strong and high. he seems younger than his bravado suggests, and all at once you’re furious with yourself.
kit swallows. takes a breath. “i’m strong, darlin’. don’t think i’m still that man.”
“‘course not. but it wouldn’t hurt to be gentle with you, would it, lovey?”
kit opens his mouth like he wants to argue, but his lips come to a soft close when you reach to cup his cheek, your fingers skimming lightly over his stubbled jaw. “okay.”
you rock your hips with more intent, leaning down to kiss his neck as he matches your movements. quickly, you rebuild the heat that diffused during your conversation, and you pant into his mouth, foreheads pressed together.
“god, you feel good,” he groans. “i fucking love this pussy.” with some effort, he shifts his weight onto one hand, raising the other and palming at your tits.
your hands move to his back, arms looping around his torso, and lift your abdomen a little bit, allowing kit to sit up more and change his center of gravity, allowing him to hug your shoulders and hide his face in your neck as he thrusts his hips up.
you grab his thighs, feeling the muscles contract under your fingers as he fucks up into you. he still doesn’t have very much leverage at all, so you rise and fall with his thrusts, nose buried in his hair. he smells like the gas station and cologne and open sky.
heat begins to coil in your lower belly once you and kit set a faster pace. “ah…ah, kit,” you breathe, closing your eyes.
his thumb brushes your cheek. “open your eyes, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “let me see you.”
with difficulty, your eyes flutter open, though they sag heavily at half-mast. through your eyelashes, you watch his face tense up as his thrusts stutter and his arms shake.
you follow shortly after, the world going white for a few seconds. when your vision returns, your ears buzz until kit presses a kiss to the side of your face and pulls out of you, rolling both of you onto your backs. as the heat fades, you’re reminded of how uncomfortable folded-down seats are and of how cold it is in the car.
kit rubs his hands over your upper arms and smiles against your collarbone. “you say you’re being gentle, but i swear you’re gonna kill me, babydoll,” he whispers, pulling you into the circle of his arms.
tags: @z0mbunnyy @star-rey-night @butteronmynips @xrag-dollx lmk if you'd like to be added, removed, or if i messed smth up
if my descriptions were nonsensical, they're doing this basically ^
this was supposed to be not sappy but i always get caught up in the kit-post-briarcliff debacle lol
not beta'd - sorry if there are mistakes my glasses are cracked
The liquor was still lingering on your taste buds, your lips were colliding in a hungry, open mouthed kiss. Cooper sat infront of you, his gaze slightly hooded. And he was giggling. And yeah, he was a little intoxicated. Well, you both were a little intoxicated.
...
The way to your shared hotel room was more of an adventure than a usual walk you'd have after a night out. Cooper couldn't keep his hands to himself, pinching your side to hear the laugh he was so addicted to but never admitted openly. You giggled and twitched in response, smacking his hands playfully while slurring sweet, sweet nothings as your voices echoed and subsided through the deserted streets.
...
You stumbled into the hotel room, sharing a kiss so hot it could basically glue both of you together. Cooper hastily discarded his jacket somewhere to the floor while you pushed him closer and closer towards a chair. Your warm palms caressed his clothed and muscular upper body, the steady and fast beat of his heart was banging against your hands. A certain tension started flooding the room...it was almost palpable, nearly impossible not to think and feel the same. He plopped down with a soft thud, as he flashed you a lazy smile.
You propped your knee to one side of the seat, as you leaned down to attack the side of his neck with kisses, your teeth grazed along his prominent, pulsating vein. Inhaling his cologne was so stimulating like an aphrodisiac, while leaving faint lipstick marks on the collar of his white dress shirt. Cooper inhaled sharply through gritted teeth while his veiny hands immediately found your waist like it was a core memory. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Coopers handcuffs on the coffee table near you, gleaming in the faint hotel room light. You smirked against the lipstick-assaulted flesh of his, breaking the kiss. You came up with an idea, none of you ever thought of trying out.
"Hmmh...why you're stopping-.."
Cooper groaned love-drunken, his tired eyes were suddenly watching you.
"Don't move..."
You admonished as you reached for the metallic shackles.
"Let's try something..."
You whispered, as you sneaked around the chair. You drew the cold metal teasingly over his exposed neck. Cooper frowned as a beat later you grabbed both his wrists, wrapping them tightly around the chair.
"H-hey...I didn't do anything, miss, I swear"
He slurred, but that just extracted a giggle from you. The metallic clicking sound was briefly heard.
"Hmh...I've heard you've been pretty naughty...veeeery naughty"
You slurred with a cheeky smile as you sat back onto Coopers lap. His eyes scanned your face with a hungry expression, licking his lips as if he already felt your lips moving softly against his. You undid his tie; shimming it almost awkwardly over his head before discarding it to the hotel room floor, that made you win another giggle coming from Cooper.
"god, you're so fuckin' silly"
Cooper responded, his eyes tired and his mouth slightly parted, which tempted you to kiss him passionately. Your fingers fumbled meanwhile with the small buttons on his shirt. Due to the lacking coordination skills impaired by your intoxication, that task was becoming a challenge at hand; a result of a few drinks too much you had at the bar earlier. Your patience snapped as you simply ripped his dress shirt apart; making single buttons fly wildly across the room.
"What the-..."
Cooper looked at you with a shocked yet surprised expression, his breath stuck for a single moment but a second later he chuckled at your blunt action.
"Don't worry Coop, I'll buy you a new one or whatever..."
You slurred, while you kissed your way down from his neck to his exposed chest. The prominent bulge in his pants already betrayed him as you started grinding on it, moving your hips back and forth in a smooth rhythm. Cooper released a series of lustful moans, throwing his head back, his breath became heavier with every kiss you planted lower onto his bare chest. You began to travel with your nails over his exposed skin, leaving red marks. Cooper growled as he felt the burning pain unravel. His hands still tied tightly together behind the chair lean, making him basically disarmed, while you had your bliss.
You sat up, your arms slung around his shoulders as you placed your knee with light pressure into his throbbing, clothed middle, making Cooper groan out loudly. His face was knitted in pain. He leaned forward, but had limits due to him still being tied to the chair. You pushed him slowly back, as you bowed down to face him at eyelevel.
"Naw, c'mon... just...be patient"
You cooed with a smile, but Cooper retorted with a whine, his cuffs rattling impatiently in the back, the more he pulled on them.
You initiated a little striptease, just to ease him a little (or maybe not). Starting with the clothing piece on your upper body, as you revealed more and more of the intimacy of your body. Cooper silently watched you while small droplets of sweat started to form on his forehead, gleaming in the subdued light. You unhooked your bra on the front side, revealing your breasts as you let the piece of clothing fall almost mindlessly to the floor. Coopers eyes grew a slight bit wider, while he exhaled slowly, the blood that rushed south in his body made it just more painful, his pants became nothing but a burden to him at this point.
"Damn look at you...so impatient"
You smirked as you continued to remove your clothes, as a garment pile was forming visibly on the floor.
The last piece you took off were your soaked panties, as you dangled them infront of Coopers face while they brushed the side of his face, after dropping them casually.
"Wanna taste me?"
You whispered, your face was just inches away from his, your lips lightly brushed each others briefly.
Coopers eyes travelled from your eyes to your mouth, his tongue darted out to make contact with your alcohol-stained lips, savouring you on his tongue, you shot him a smirk in response. Your hand drifted between your legs, gathering your wetness to your fingers as you brought them to Coopers mouth. He sucked them almost eagerly, as you withdrew them with an audible 'pop'. He released a satisfied moan with closed eyes while he bit his bottom lip.
"Let me give you what you want"
You whispered as your hand found the belt that still locked his painful hard member. Cooper looked down to watch you finally free his cock. You now had his throbbing, hard length in your hands as you began to hover over his lap, the fat, pulsating tip of his cock lines up with your wet entrance as you slowly sank down...
"Hmnh...damn, that's what you want, huh?"
You moaned, as you felt how his dick penetrated the right spot. The palms of your hands braced onto his chest, as you found a smooth rhythm to go with. The chair was creaking underneath you as you sped up the pace. You could swear having sex with him was a special experience when you both were intoxicated. You would see stars you didn't know were there.
While Cooper felt he was on the tipping point of his orgasm, you equally felt a tingling sensation building up in your stomach...
"Hmh fuck, fuck...I...oh fuck"
Your movements became unsteady, to muffle your obscenities you buried your face into the crook of Coopers neck, burying your teeth into his skin.
Cooper panted followed by a shaky exhale.
When Cooper senses came down and hit the asphalt of brutal reality, he looked up and down on himself, realising what he actually looked like; he totally looked ragged from head to toe; a ripped and lipstick-stained shirt, prominent scratches and bite marks on his skin.
"You..animal!...look at me!...what am I supposed to say if people ask me at work!?"
You responded with an eye-roll and a self-amused chuckle..
well, not really. he’s obsessed with you. you were there when he and two others robbed that bank and he took you as a hostage, pressing his arm around your waist, pointing the metallic claws of his other hand against your neck.
“empty the goddamn vault or this one gets a spin cycle,” he threatened. he obviously meant spinning the claws of the prosthetic like a fan blade to decapitate you. you’d seen him do it to other people earlier; the thought made your knees weak. when anti-mutant forces came, he fled, leaving you behind. but a mad dog never forgets a face.
the first sign was the tiny lightning bolt carved into your dining room table and a hideous ball of what you assumed to be every knife and sharp object in the house, warped and heated together. you thought it was some prank.
the next was the note wedged in your bookshelf upstairs:
when you see me next, i’ll be nice.
the intruder had also stolen plenty of your clothes and jewelry— you knew exactly who it was that was doing this. but why would peter “son of the devil” maximoff target you?
but the final straw was the flash of a camera through your bedroom window as you were getting dressed for a date.
bf!tate langdon x f!reader
🍵 ‼️: 1.0K words. alive!tate langdon. some fluff. 18+. foreplay heavy. needy sex. p in v. unprotected sex. clingy tate. needy tate & needy reader. tate’s obsessed w kissing your neck. secret fucking. secret relationship.
a/n: hellooo, i'm back and recharged ig? so i decided to free this tate fic from my draft:)
📖 summary: sneaking your secret boyfriend in for a movie night but you both forgot about the movie when tate started to become needy.
꩜ recommendation : listen to My Moon My Man by Feist while reading this!
The atmosphere in your room is perfect. Quiet, temperature’s a bit cold and comfortable, and the only source of light is the warm glow of the lamp on your nightstand. It should’ve been the perfect night to just settle in bed. But you can’t.
Instead, you pace around your room, stealing glances at your window from time to time. Your heart beats a little faster when you hear random creaks outside. Finally, it was your window that slowly creaked open. You immediately rush to your window, helping your boyfriend Tate sneak in your bedroom.
“Tate.” you say his name with a gentle excitement in your voice. “You seriously need to oil this thing,” he complained about your window with a small smirk playing on his lips. “can’t even surprise my girlfriend properly.” but the complaint was immediately replaced with his clinginess. “C’mere, babe.” he pulls you into his arms and pepper kisses on the side of your neck while inhaling your scent.
“Missed you.” you chuckle softly as you run your fingers through his blond hair. Oh how you love his hair, it’s one of your favorites about him. “I know baby, I miss you too.” he mumbles through the kisses. He always doesn't know when to stop when he’s given the chance to kiss your neck.
You gently pull away as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Movie?” you ask as your eyes drift to your laptop that’s already open on your bed. That was what tonight was for. You two had planned a secret movie date in your room. “Awh, thought you’d forget about that.” He sighs playfully but he gently takes your hand in his to pull you with him in your bed.
As you two settled in your bed, the movie began to play and you find yourself being spooned by Tate. You love it, you’re very comfortable, breathing stable, and your thumb absent mindedly grazing Tate’s knuckles on his hand that was resting on your waist while your eyes were busy watching the movie on your laptop screen. Meanwhile, Tate found his lips dangerously close to your neck again. At first, it was just one by one soft kiss on your neck that you didn’t mind. Until his lips became almost glued on your neck, the soft kisses began to deepen his teeth beginning to graze the soft skin of your neck. “You smell so good.” he mumbles, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.
“Are you even watching the movie, Tate?" you ask softly but playfully. His eyes slowly looks up at you. “No.” he responds truthfully, his voice a bit muffled since his lips is still pressed on your neck. “But the movie’s a perfect background vibe for our moment.” he adds before he slowly leaned in but captures your lips eagerly. You kissed back with the same energy while also melting in his arms.
You both continued making out, starting to forget about the movie. But then Tate’s eyes drifts to the screen, finding out the movie’s playing a romantic sex scene. What a coincidence..
It turned him on even more “Fuck, could be us.” he spoke through the kiss, his hand reached out, softly cupping your jaw as he gently turns your head to look at the screen of your laptop. He smirks as he watches your eyes take in the scene. He teases you by grinding the hard length of his erection on your clothed ass. It made you press your ass harder against his erection. “Fuck, I know baby.” he grumbled before eagerly capturing your lips again.
That escalated the moment even more, the making out became very heated, his hand now rubbing you through your panties. “I always thought we’ll never get to do something like this. Since.. We can get caught.” you gently spoke as your eyes drifts to your bedroom door then back to him again.
You can’t let your parents know about your secret boyfriend who’s actually the son of the woman next door that your parents dislike.
“But I don’t wanna stop.” you admit, lowkey begging him not to stop.
“We can be quiet..” he suggests. “I got you.” he chuckles softly as his fingers smoothly push your panties to the side. He effortlessly unbuttons his pants and gets his cock out of his pants, now gently pressing his red and eager tip against your entrance. Your hand reaches out to wrap around his length as you sink to his cock, making him let out a heavy hot breath against your neck.
He wraps his arm around your waist again and slowly pulls you pressed against him, getting him deep inside of you. A low shaky moan escapes your lips at that. It went in smoothly and deep. “Mmm..” he responds to your moan. His other hand comes up to gently press against your mouth as he starts moving his hips, his thrusts were slow at first. Fucking you in a spooning position. Moans still slips out of your lips even though he’s going slow, thankfully, it was muffled by his hand.
“So good..” you moan softly against his hand. Tate’s slow thrusts then increased speed but were messy and desperate. The pressure of his hand covering your mouth also tightened. It was firm but did not hurt. Tate was just trying so hard not to moan. “..I’m.. close..” he breathlessly spoke as he continues his thrusts. “Oh me too, Tate.. fuck..” you whimper against his hand.
You came first, you came on his cock throbbing inside of you, your eyes rolling back. When he feels your juices soak his cock, it immediately triggers his orgasm. The moment he pulls out, his warm liquid immediately spilled on your ass, Tate bites on your shoulder as he comes. He strokes himself a few times before finally letting out a long satisfied exhale and buries his face on your neck.
“We’ll do this again..?” you ask, panting heavily as well. “We're doing this every chance we get.” he chuckles breathlessly. You flash him a satisfied smile. "Don't go yet." you softly beg, turning to face him. "Not going anywhere yet." he promises, gently looking into your eyes.
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colin zabel x wife!reader | nsfw 18+ | manual sex, cheesy roleplay
yayyy i've been here one year
these are posted out of order. || event masterlist || colin zabel masterlist
“wow, mister zabel, you’ve got a significant number of knots back here,” you say, digging the flat of your palm into the area right under his shoulder blade. “you seem to be carrying quite a bit of stress back here.”
colin huffs out a laugh, shifting slightly under your touch. you don’t have an actual massage table, so his head is turned to the side, cheek smushed against the mattress. “i’m a homicide detective, ba—uh, shit, ma’am. that sort of comes with the description.”
you hum, moving your hands in a rhythmic pattern down the length of his back, alongside his spine, doing your best to apply even pressure. “very impressive, mister. you must be a very smart guy.”
“i’d hope so,” he murmurs.
“you know, mister zabel, i’ve got a special treatment for stress,” you say, bending low, whispering in his ear, letting your lips skim the shell. your hands drift lower from his back, resting over the curve of his ass. “if you have a little bit of time to spare, of course.”
his eyes close and he nods enthusiastically. his stubble makes a skritching noise against your sheets. “anything to…to help, you know? i’m very…tense, doctor.” in the low light of your bedroom, his eyes look dark and heavy-lidded, shining with equal parts lust and affection.
“mm…then i’ve got just the thing,” you say, rolling your hips down. you’re straddling him; the dip of his spine curving under and between your thighs. “guaranteed tension relief.”
something almost like a giggle escapes colin, and he wiggles his hips. his lips curl at the corners, and the sight kind of makes your heart twist. who knew all it took was two beers and an amateur massage to relax him so much? “sounds like just the thing, then.”
“turn over for me, sweetheart,” you murmur, patting his thigh. “this is a…real special technique. needs…lotsa special positioning.”
his cheeks flush a little and he turns, settling onto his back. you adjust in congruence, shimmying down to rest on his legs. “is this right, doctor?”
“yeah. perfect,” you coo. “okay, sir. close your eyes; i’ll get to work.”
obediently, his lashes flutter shut.
with one hand, you push his loose t-shirt up, revealing the toned muscles beneath. while he doesn’t look particularly beefy, he does look strong. with the other, you push his boxers down, curling your fingers around the base of his dick. “you’ll feel some pressure,” you murmur, using your free hand to pet his stomach.
“ah, fuck,” he breathes, his hips jerking slightly. his fingers skim the intersection of your torso and thighs, blunt fingernails leaving behind undetectable scratches. “fuck.”
you stroke up, thumbing at the flare of the head. one of his arms moves to cover his eyes, lips parting. the massage did its job in working him up, and already he’s painfully hard. “how is that, mister zabel?”
“good,” falls from his open mouth. “good—ah…more—”
when you reach the base of his dick again, you twist your index finger in the hedge of colin’s short-cropped pubic hair, tugging once before you repeat the path upwards. his skin is hot, the thrum of arousal threading through his whole body. you’re wet too, your rolling hips leaving shiny patches on his thighs. this, though, as previously agreed upon, is about him. you get saturday.
it doesn’t take long for his balls to pull up close to his body, for his hands to turn grabby and for his fingers to dig into your flesh as his chest heaves. “oh my god—baby, sweetheart—”
you want to lean down and kiss him, but you don’t. unfortunately, you’re fucking dedicated to the dynamic you’ve spent thirty minutes setting up. instead, you pet circles on his hip and speed up your hand. you hope he gets the message.
after a few more quick motions, he spills over your fist, keening forward. “ah…”
silence fills the room, interspersed with soft breaths as colin regains his footing. you move from atop him to beside him in just a few motions. his lips connect with the crown of your hair and his arm loops around you, ghosting over your shoulder.
“massage therapists aren’t doctors,” you say after a moment, fracturing the calm.
his chest shudders with laughter and he pulls you even closer.
“and,” you add, eyebrows furrowing. “you, like, totally broke character.”
“i was a little preoccupied, baby,” colin says into your hair. he blows out a long breath and you feel some of the tension leak out of his body. “missus zabel did just the trick, though. like always.”
you smile into his side. “yeah, whatever,” you murmur. “still. no wonder you aren’t in the arts.”
“oh, so that wasn’t art?” he quips.
you bite down gently on his pec, trying to hold back your laughter. upon seeing the look on his face, though, a giggle bubbles up in your chest and your expression breaks.
“wow, okay. i see how it is. laughing at your husband while his dick is still out,” colin says, playing hurt.
you grin, rolling on top of him again, propping yourself up by bracing your hands on his chest. “who says i don’t have more tension-relieving tricks up my sleeve, mister zabel?”
his eyebrows shoot up, but his face quickly settles back into honey-dark arousal. “mm…i mean, if it’s…you know, doct—uh, massage-therapist-reccomended…”
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a/n: is this dumb???? maybe!!! but who cares!!!!! who cares!!!! this was like SO FUCKING HARD to write lmao i kinda feel like that's Not colin...who is he...who is that guy...also! this is very not-proofread (i have a migraine LMAO) so apologies for any mistakes
near shore ꒱ tate langdon x ghost!reader ⁞⁞ 18+ ; mdni
↳ public sex, praise kink ("good boy"), angsty ⁞⁞ wc: 0.5k ⁞⁞ a/n: thank you hannah @zoebensonsitonmyface i hope you know i'm always indebted to you my love
the moon shines high, bright, and full in the inky sky, its image mirrored on the pacific waves that stretch into eternity, growing indistinguishable from the night sky where the two meet at the horizon. tate’s on top of you, his golden curls reflecting the silvery moonlight.
it’s probably cold out, but you don’t feel the chill. tate doesn’t, either. the perks of being dead. all you can feel is the pressure of his body on yours. his jeans are unbuckled and shoved down a few inches, just enough to push his underwear out of the way.
you’ve got your legs looped around his trim waist, bunching his hoodie up towards his middle. one of your hands grips his left bicep; the other grasps gently at the hair at the nape of his neck. you’re trying to focus on his face, but it’s hard. his face raises too many feelings—too many questions.
“mm, i—fuck,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, but you turn your head, and his lips land on the side of your face. that doesn’t deter tate, though, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth. when you give his hair a tug, his lips part and a high-pitched moan escapes him.
“harder,” you say, closing your eyes and tilting your body to meet his jerky movements. “c’mon. ah, fuck, babe. good boy.”
he keens, eyelashes fluttering on his sharp cheekbones. he moves faster, fucking into you with an intensity that feels more born out of desire to please you than desire itself. “please,” he says, and it comes out like a whimper. the hand not propping himself up moves to your chest, and he palms one of your tits. “please, wanna cum.”
it’s his words, more than anything, that push you closer to the edge. tate places so much power in your hands. before you died, there hadn’t been anybody who depended on you like he does, who needed you to dictate their moods, to lord over them to his extent. it’s a fucking rush, that’s for sure. terrifying, too. but exhilarating.
pleasure curls tight in your lower belly and you begin to lose complete control of your limbs, your arms going weak and shaky.
tate bows his head again, and this time you part your lips to let him in, nipping his bottom lip with your teeth. his skin is salty with the tears that wet his cheers, mimicking the ocean that roars behind your intertwined bodies.
“you can,” you breathe into his open mouth. “cum.”
he moans and his head dips even further, chin tucked to his chest as his hips stutter. his breathing comes out in fractured gasps. “ah, god,” he sobs, crumpling to your body as he goes soft inside you. “please, please, please,” he keeps begging, even though the subject of his pleas has lost solidity. his tears pool in the hollow of your collarbone.
you stroke the back of his head, shifting your hips to adjust his position on your stomach. he’s heavy, his lithe frame, still outskirted by softness, a soothing weight to contrast the wide-openess of the empty beach.
the moon shimmers in the pockmarked pattern his tears leave on your skin. “please.”
still fucking sick omg kms!!! sorry this took so long LMAOO and it's short 😭 i hope this doesn't give nikkietutorials hair dye reveal
ALSO we're gonna ignore that the ghosts can only leave on halloween. in MYY world it's on the solstices and this takes place on the summer solstice !!!
i hate the beach because i fucking hate sand 🖕
tags: @kylesdove @z0mbunnyy @star-rey-night @butteronmynips
lmk if you'd like to be added, removed, or if i've made a mistake!!! i'm not very bright
╰┈➤ pairing: James Patrick March x fem!reader
╰┈➤ word count: 2K
╰┈➤ summary: Aunt Flo comes unexpectedly. James doesn't care, despite your insecurities. He is, after all, who he is.
╰┈➤ w a r n i n g s: 18+, SMUT, female reader, no use of y/n, assumed established relationship, kissing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), period sex, period cunnilingus/James consumes your period blood, blood kink, blood as lube, come as lube, mentions of murder/gore/etc., reader has awareness and is okay with??? the fact that James is a serial killer.
╰┈➤ a/n: requested by my beloved @bohnerrific69!! banners by @/bronzewasp, @/saradika-graphics. i'm rusty waaah. hopefully it doesn't show too much! on a side note, i'm really sorry for not posting as frequently as i usually do, writer's block is whooping my ass regularly.
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The city of Los Angeles bustles outside the many windows of the Hotel Cortez. Even as the hours drag into the evening, the world out there thrums with life. The room you're in is mostly quiet and dim, lit only by the yellowish glow of the wall sconces. The shadows outline everything, submerging half of you in darkness. Miss Evers is nowhere to be seen; James shooed her out hours ago. The rest of the hotel and what the occupants are doing are of no concern to you, not with where your attention has been for the past few hours.
James is on top of you, the coolness of his body permeating through the white dress shirt he wears. You've been kissing and grinding your hips against him for the better part of an hour, and despite the chill he always brings, the fire between your legs grows hotter and hotter with each passing second. He's intoxicating, in every way you can think of. His smell alone is enough to send you to the heavens, but the way he moves his body against yours, the way his hands grip and knead at your flesh, the way he kisses…
His tongue dances in your mouth, claiming every inch of it with an almost-unsettling dominance. He kisses like he's trying to consume, and nothing short of that. A moan is carried on a breath into his mouth, and he swallows it happily, delighted by the audible pleasure that his mere kisses bring.
It's not enough, however, and he craves more. His long, lithe fingers ghost over your stomach and press down into the flesh just above your pubic bone, allowing him access to her. You're soaked. Really soaked. James hums in approval at the discovery and delves his middle finger into her. The intrusion brings a filthy moan from your mouth, and James flattens his palm against her, almost gripping the rest of her as he curls his finger inside you.
"Fuck," you breathe.
To him, still. Not enough. Never enough.
The barrage of sensations disappears as James sinks between your legs wordlessly; his hands trail along the length of your torso reverently, and your silken nightgown ends just past the hips, providing no resistance for his hands as they caress your sides. His large, pale hands sweep along the outsides of your thighs before his fingers slither to the crease of them as they press together. He carefully, but firmly, separates them, exposing the delicate pattern of your lace underwear. He slots himself between your legs, his shoulders forcing them apart.
His tongue traces the seam of your panties, a tantalizing stripe along the damp fabric. You feel the strength of the muscle, pushing against your already aching center and keen, arching your hips up into his mouth. He leans into it, presses himself against you, and inhales deeply, savoring the sweet, heady scent of your arousal. He looks up at you with those two obsidian black eyes of his as he hooks his finger around the side of your panties and tugs them gently over the swell of your hips, tossing them carelessly behind him for Miss Evers to pick up later.
You're leaking. Unsurprisingly. James unleashes a series of kisses over your sensitive folds, paying attention to every inch. He does this with an almost religious reverence—despite his hatred for all things religion. When it came to your body, however, he was an undeniably devout man.
With his thumb and pointer finger, he spreads you open like the petals of a delicate flower, revealing the glistening, warm flesh to his hungry mouth. He leans in, flattening his tongue broadly against your clit. It takes him all of a few seconds to find an Earth-shattering rhythm with his flicks, torturing you in a way that immediately makes your leg muscles shake deeply. He alternates between pointed, firm attention to your clit, and lapping at you in wet, filthy circles, which has you panting and choking out pathetic whimpers with every pass. He presses his chin into you, forcing more pressure against your cunt.
The combination of fluids continues to leak from your cunt onto the silk sheets below you; you can feel the growing wet spot beneath your ass as he doubles down on his efforts, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit.
"James… fuck, 'm gonna'…" You hoist your leg over his shoulder and press into his back, bringing him closer to you, as if any space is offensive to you. His hand clamps onto your thigh, denting the soft flesh there. He pulls away from your cunt and breathes in as he trails a line of kisses along your inner thigh before he returns to your center again.
"J-James! FUCK!"
A few seconds pass before he answers, almost laboriously. He pulls free just before the wave washes over you. He enjoys the torturous aspect of edging and does it whenever he can.
"So soon? My, my." His voice is molasses, coming out in a sultry growl—almost lost against her, his words mere vibrations against the most sensitive nerves you have. He knows why you're teetering on the edge after minutes, but you don't. Not yet.
He pushes himself up and away from her, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the mess you've made. Mortification glazes your features. Instead of a slick, clear coating on his chin, there's something else. Shimmering against the pale skin of his face, red streaks the clear. "…oh my god…"
You clamp your hand over your mouth and hurriedly scoot away from his hungry tasting. In response, he straightens up, looking down at you with a deep expression, one that very nearly conveys disappointment. He expectantly quirks one of his dark brows, like he's offended you interrupted his dinner.
Your head was spinning. While you hadn't experienced the dreaded cramps yet, you had been unusually moody today, which is why James had showered you in affection to silence your incessant complaints. But… you weren't expecting this.
"James, I—wait. We can't do this right now. You should—"
"Nonsense. We can, and we will!" He reaches up to wipe the pink-streaked slick from his chin as casually as if it were only saliva, not a hesitation in sight. Your mind was racing. He must've tasted that heady, iron taste of your blood, felt the viscous thickness of it. He, however, seems unaffected. He continues to speak as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, one by one. "Despite the untapped pleasure of it all, fornication during menstruation is… indeed taboo to the common man. Be that as it may, I am not the common man. Nor do I shy from the taboo. You know this, don't you, my dear?"
As true as it was, you say nothing, still too horrified to speak a single word.
He pauses, looking at you pointedly. "Ah. Your apprehension moves me, but not enough to stop. Fret not, my little pet." He tugs the dress shirt off his shoulders, revealing pale skin beneath. "I think you'll find the sensations... divine."
Breaking eye contact only to pull the undershirt up over his head, he makes quick work of his dress slacks and undergarments, letting them fall to his ankles before he gracefully steps out of them. Seeing him naked always ignites little embers of arousal in your lower stomach; the way he stands so proudly, cock out, not an ounce of shame, ready to fuck you until you see stars. Still, your insecurity roils in your stomach like rotten food, souring your lustful euphoria with its sickly, sludgy fingers.
"I know you like blood… But James," you protest. "It's different. It's… got tissue and stuff in it."
"Indeed," he says, matter-of-factly. "And, I've been elbow deep in a man's intestines on more than one occasion! I can assure you… Your menstruation does not scare me."
You couldn't argue with that. He had. He'd probably seen every kind of tissue and fluid that the human body produced, and yet, here you were, shying away from sex because of your own humiliation.
"My god," you groan, covering your face with your hands for a moment before slapping them back down on the silk sheets. "Can you stop calling it menstruation? You're so clinical."
James mm-hm's as he climbs over you, slotting his hands on either side of your head. His cockhead nudges your entrance, hot and leaking, begging for relief. He bucks his hips forward once, forcing the head in between your folds. You gasp, clenching tightly around the ridge of his head, pulling him in further.
"Mm, yes." The tone of his voice is euphoric, and he lowers himself to his forearms, bringing his mouth a hair's breadth away from yours. A single kiss is pressed against your lips, before you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood. "Sublime," he says. You let his lip snap back against his teeth.
He tests your willingness briefly, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You respond by lifting your hips up and giving him a devious look that feels like a lightning stike to his chest. His urges become too much, nearly strangling him, and he bottoms out, slamming his cock deep inside your cunt with a slop sound. And you… Any thought of shame? Embarrassment? Gone with the feeling he provides. Perverse, wet sounds fill the room as he slams his pelvis against yours in a determined pace, drawing his veiny cock in and out in deliberate strokes, making sure you feel everything intensely.
He hadn't been wrong. The sensations were divine—in fact, they were mind-blowing. There was a new level of slickness that made his thrusts even more effortless, and the gentle pressure against your insides was particularly tantalizing. He stays like that for a minute or so, pressed tightly atop of you, reveling in the closeness.
"Deeper," you whimper. "Deeper. Please. Fuck me deeper…!"
He snarls, nips at the air in front of your face, and hurriedly obeys; he was nothing if not obedient when it came to your lustful demands. As a man who prided himself on control—devastating perfection, and control—your volatile, needy nature during sex always aroused him. Quickly, he straightens up and scoops underneath the curve of your rear, hoisting it up enough to plunge himself deeper into you. His cock hits your cervix, and your eyes roll back in your head, losing all sense of your surroundings as his thrusts bully your cunt. Eventually, everyone loses their footing, no matter how strong. And yours, he watches as it disappears, as your expression goes lazy, fucked out. Your jaw hangs slack, and your lids are heavy, and James revels in it.
White, hot pleasure tightens in your core, like a coil being tightened around itself over and over again. James feels the tension and picks up his pace, knowing that the tidal wave nears. His does, too, undeniably. The tightness thrums in his cock, and with a few more devastatingly heavy pumps, he seizes up and crushes his hips against yours, letting the orgasm wash over him.
The pressure sends you over the edge, too. Everything goes fuzzy as your orgasm claims your senses. You hear James growl, pleased above you as you quiver and tremble beneath him, panting as if you've just run a mile. He loves to see you this way; unmade and fucked beyond your wildest dreams.
After he's fully spent, he withdraws his cock from you and falls heavily onto the mattress next to you, chest heaving with exertion. You hurry to scoot closer and snuggle up next to him, tucking yourself underneath his arm. You fit so perfectly there. One arm splays over his torso, drawing circles on the cool, taut flesh.
"My darling, you are exquisite. Every time."
You nuzzle into his shoulder. "Mm. Thank you... but I'm going to get blood on your sheets if I don't move soon…"
He chuckles through closed lips, resting his head atop yours with a doting tenderness. "You already have. Miss Evers has cleaned blood from these sheets many times… she'll do it again."
husband!james patrick march x wife!reader.
🍵 ‼️: 1.1k+ words. 18+. p in v. perverted husband!james. mention of murder. a bit of knife play.
a/n: i got the energy to make smut with 1k+ words whaaaat
📖 summary: after james' murderous activities, he came home to his wife seducing him and he obeys with no hesitation.
James wraps up another midnight murder with practiced ease; A call to Ms. Evers for cleanup, a cold shower to freshen up, then return to his sleeping beloved in his suite who’s untouched by the horrors of his evening.
He enters the suite quietly and calmly, expecting that his beloved wife is already deep in her slumber as usual. The familiarity of the suite he shares with you welcomes him as he further walks inside, retrieving his pistol and the sheathed blade hidden inside his suit. He was about to put them aside on the nightstand beside your shared bed. He just took a quick glance at you, but then his head snapped back for another look because of a beautiful unexpected sight that greeted him.
You. sitting on the bed, your short nightgown hiking up your thighs and the dim light of the lamp casting a warm soft glow against your body. He paused. Eyes glued on you as a smirk slowly starts to form on his lips.
“My.. my.. What a sight for sore eyes..” He purrs, walking towards the bed. His eyes remain glued on you as he places his pistol and knife sheath on the nightstand. “Couldn’t sleep, James.” You whisper with a small cheeky smile playing on your lips. You moved a bit, the new position making your nightgown reveal more. You gave him just enough of a view to see your panties underneath your nightgown.
You saw the way your lovingly perverted husband’s head tilt to get a better view of your panties underneath your nightgown. “So you waited for me, little dove?” He asks as he reaches for his sheathed knife that he placed on the nightstand earlier. You let out a soft “Mhm.” at that. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers.
He thought a kill would be enough to satisfy him for the night as usual. Yet it seemed that his wife had more in store for him tonight.
He then spreads your thighs gently and pulls out his knife from its sheath. He hooks the sharp tip of the knife on the fabric of your panties, using it to push your panties aside, revealing your wet folds. His favorite view.
The moment he pushed your panties aside using his knife? It made your mind go blank. Your pupils dilate. The further plans in your mind on how to seduce him further tonight disappeared so quickly. Now, all you know is that you badly want him to now take the lead and take. you. right. now.
He hums with a satisfied smile on his lips as he continues to take a good view.
“My, you waited for me very eagerly, it seems..”
“Yes love..” You breathlessly spoke. He unhooks the tip of his knife from the fabric of your panties, slowly sliding it up to your chest and back down, the tip of the knife freezing on your abdomen as you breathe out:
“Tear it open, James.”
James’ eyebrows shot up at your breathless suggestion; telling him to tear open your nightgown. “Tsk tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Not tonight, my love. I would prefer to do that on our anniversary.” You let out a low flattered chuckle at that. You watch him toss the knife carelessly on the nightstand, his hands then making their way to the button and zipper of his trousers and then undoing them. You continued watching as your breath hitches. You’ve been patiently waiting for this since earlier.
The moment you felt his tip nudge your folds, you hips bucks a bit. He smirks once again at the eagerness of his beloved wife. He finally guides his cock to your entrance, his lips pressing against each other, forming a thin line as he pushes in your warmth. Finally, the empty and needy feeling you feel down there is now being taken care of, making a pleasurable gasp escape those lips of yours.
“Is this what you’ve been waiting for, dearest?” He grunts as he starts to thrust. He wants his thrusts to immediately hit deep. And when it did, you loved it. It’s exactly what you needed. You nodded eagerly, one of your hands making its way to grip the side of the pillow that your head is resting on. James’ other hand shoots out to grab your wrist and pins it hard on the mattress as he leans down his body a bit to thrust deeper. “Mmh.. so deep, James.” You whimper, making him growl in response.
You love how he’s so good at making sounds during sex, it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Feeling butterflies in your stomach while he’s deep inside of you is a deadly combo. It makes you clench tighter around him.
James felt that. He groans your name as his hand that was holding your hip moves to crumple and grip on the fabric of your nightgown that was resting on your lower stomach. He straightens up, making him pull your hips up with him. He also slowly drags his hand away from the wrist of yours that he had been pinning on the mattress earlier. This brings a new angle of his thrusts that makes your head spin in pleasure. You want to close your eyes tightly due to so much pleasure. But god.. The view of him in his new position is unfairly attractive.
The way he looks right now is majestic. Him holding your hips up to meet his thrust by only gripping the fabric on your nightgown on your lower stomach part makes the veins on his forearm bulge + how the dim lighting falls on him from your perspective? He’s like a damn majestic being sexing you so good. Each thrust was aimed straight for the center of your pleasure.
James then feels that you’re close, your walls are clenching and throbbing. His grunts turn into those pathetic, visceral moans and gasps along with him twitching and throbbing inside you as well. His muscles then locked tight, and there it goes. The warm liquid that you’ve been waiting to fill you up. You threw your head back as you felt your body shudder, a groan of pleasure escaping your lips. You can feel the mixed juices overflowing. James lets out a last grunt and gives you a final hard thrust before you both collapse on the bed.
You ended up panting heavily underneath him, but very satisfied. James lets out a slow chuckle before lifting his head to look at you, his black hair falling on his forehead.
“You know, darling.. I could grow terribly accustomed to this sort of welcome after my murderous evenings.” He teases you as he reaches to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You rolled your eyes playfully. "It's actually a reminder that you have a wife waiting for you while you occupy yourself with killing.”
James casually laughs it off before gently placing a cigarette between your lips and lights it for you.
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game on! ꒱ peter maximoff x gf!reader ⁞⁞ 18+ ; mdni
↳ sex bets, bjs, banter, little bit of hair-pulling ⁞⁞ wc: 0.5k ⁞⁞ a/n: reqs open for a bit!
okay. fine. so you were skeptical. if anything, your cynicism was indicative of how well you knew him, which was a nice way to spin it. and peter was kind of a slut. especially when it came to you.
so signs certainly weren’t pointing in his direction. in fact, the bet was so unfavorable to him that you could barely believe he’d been the one to make it.
“if you can make me cum before i beat a level, i’ll do the dishes all month,” he’d said some twenty minutes earlier, apropos of literally nothing, turning over his shoulder from where he sat at the foot of the bed.
now, though, he was singing a different tune. he had one hand fisted in your hair, one gripping the controller equally as tight. the game’s background music and soundtrack were interspersed by peter’s choked little grunts and gasps. “mm,” he grit out. “hah. this is—fuck—really easy, baby, you should—ah!”
you hummed around him, giving his ass a squeeze. his legs closed around your head, thighs pressing you even further down on his cock. your eyelashes caught in his pubic hair when they fluttered closed. you gagged intentionally and drew back, spitting the accumulated saliva onto his dick before resuming your task with exponential vigor. you didn’t want to wash the fucking dishes.
he shuddered and cleared his throat, muttering something about ‘sniping the fucking guy,’ even as his grip on your hair tightened and his hips jerked forward slightly, clearly resisting the urge to drop the controller and fuck into your mouth. he wasn’t slick.
on your next pullback, you glanced up at him through your lashes. his face was flushed, his jaw set, his eyes locked on the screen in front of him. “easy?” you taunted, not giving any time to respond before diving back in.
“yeah. shit, this is…fucking easy, m’ clearing them all out…” he said, voice shaking. his hips jittered again and you felt the muscles in his thighs contract. “are you even doing anyth—ohholyfuckbabe—”
you grin, laving your tongue up the length of him and then sucking hard. behind you, the controller clatters to the hardwood floor and another hand grips your hair. fuck yeah. winner.
his quips quickly dissolve into nonsensical gasps as he hooks his legs over your shoulders and begins face-fucking you in earnest. if not for his heavy thighs keeping you in place, you’d be multiple feet across the room, probably embedded in the screen now displaying red GAME OVER text. what can you say? peter’s got one hell of a thrust.
his cock fills your mouth, warm and a little salty; mostly just tasting like skin and peter. it’s heavy on your tongue, but you can breathe ever-so-slightly easier when he cums, spilling down your throat. dutifully, you swallow, mostly because you don’t feel like dealing with the mess that’d happen if you didn’t, then sit back on your knees and rest your head against his thigh.
his grip on your hair eases and his posture goes lax as his breathing evens out. he glances down at you, hazy-eyed and pink-cheeked, looking a little sheepish. one of his hands pets your hair, the other moving to the back of his neck where he rubs nervously. “...best out of three?”
here's my ahs fan fic smut story starring kai! enjoy (I hope) you cool feisty freaky chick! even if you don't like the story keep on hornyposting, girl!!
"I entered the hotel timidly. Afraid, shaking, yet strangely excited as well, my shaved pussy already moistening. I was wearing my sexiest, sluttiest outfit, lacy black stockings, short black dress, pushed up tits, perfect makeup and hair. Dressed to impress and fuck to the nines.
It was first time working as a call girl. My first client Kai and I had agreed to meet at the hotel room since he was promising a healthy sum.
Kai was sitting in a chair in the darkened hotel room. Looking sinister and cocksure, like a confident domme. He was dressed in a form fitting gray suit. His dyed blue hair styled perfectly in a man bun. His physique fit and muscular.
I nodded hello to him politely and he slid the fat envelope of cash across the small hotel room table he was sitting next to.
I took the envelope expectantly and gazed in awe at the thick wad of cash inside it.
"Please. Sit," said Kai. I sat demurely on the edge of the bed.
"Now, Wendy, you know I am paying you to pretend you're enjoying this?"
I nodded in agreement. Kai then stood and walked toward me, an already sizable bulge protruding from his trousers.
He got closer to me and gently unzipped his fly. His throbbing cock becoming visible.
"You know what to do," Kai said. I reached inside his pants pulled out his rock hard cock, a pearl drop of pre-cum glistening like a pearl on the uncircumcised head.
I opened my mouth and deep throated his cock. Slobbering on it like a big, meaty lollipop, slathering it with spit and wiggling my long, strong, soft pink tongue around it, hungrily swallowing his pre-cum.
Kai grabbed the back of my head and began hungrily fucking my mouth and face. I gagged with every one of his thrusts, feeling his cock penetrate my mouth deeper and deeper. Till it felt like it his cock was touching the back of my throat.
Kai seemed on the verge of cumming when he suddenly stopped and pulled me off the edge of the bed and manhandled me into the bathroom.
Kai then whipped out a crimson red silk blindfold and wrapped it around my baby blue eyes. He tied the blindfold tight yet not too tight and while blindfolded I felt him quickly pull down my dress and jet black silken panties.
Then, blindfolded, I felt Kai bending me over with my shapely naked ass up in the air over the the porcelain toilet.
I then heard and then felt like he was snapping a pair of handcuffs over my wrists and literally handcuffing me to the behind the talk of the toilet. I was utterly helpless.
I was scared, shocked, yet excited, lavender pussy puffing up with excitement and wetness.
I then felt and heard what seemed like Kai dropping to his knees behind me and shooting his tongue up my ass, rimming me thirstily, his tongue driving itself deep into my pink asshole.
I heard then stand up felt him pressing his rock hard uncircumcised cock inside my asshole.
"Christ!," I thought. He's fucking me up the ass! "Well, my pride isn't ruined, just my rectum," I thought.
Kai fucked ass furiously, balls deep, viscously slapping my ass repeatedly and penetrating me anally deeper and deeper.
I felt violated, angry, enraged, excited, it was a volatile mix of pain and pleasure.
I screamed out as Kai fucked and hammered my virgin asshole, "Goddamn it! You fucking, motherfucking son of a bitch, piece of shit, motherfucker!"
My dirty talk seemed to take Kai over the top and he came like a freight train, unloading a massive jolt of hot semen deep into my rectum. Kai then screamed out, insanely turned on, "Oh, fuck! Yes! I love dirty talk!"
I then heard Kai panting for several moment after climaxing. He then un-cuffed me, gently me led me still blindfolded to the bed and I laid down as Kai removed the blindfold.
I was exhausted, spent. Feeling violated yet strangely well fucked.
Kai then bent to me and kissed me deeply on the mouth, our wet tongues swirling around in a sensuous dance.
Kai looked down at me panting and exhausted on the bed and slyly smiled and said, "Hope to see you again."
Kai then turned and walked out the hotel room door.
Exhausted, feeling thick droplets of his pearl colored come seeping out of my ass, I passed out and fell into a deep and blissful sleep."
