kyle’s question snapped your attention away from the mirror in front of you while you were applying a lip gloss, a flavored one to be exact.
“this? it's… watermelon.” you spoke after checking the labeling to make sure you were saying the correct flavor, looking over at your boyfriend as he hummed, a smile soon blooming on his lips.
“yeah? can i try?” he asked. you were quick to nod, though before you could extend your lipgloss over to him, he leaned in and closed the distance between your lips.
“you weren’t lying, it’s really watermelon.” he chuckled after the brief kiss, leaving you surprised and flustered as you watched him lick his lips, the lipgloss in your hand long forgotten.
“c’mere, let me taste that again.” warm hands gently cupped your face tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the whole world, his fingers lightly pressing against your skin as he captured your lips with his again. his lips gently suckled onto your bottom lip, an excuse to taste the flavor of your gloss.
some lipgloss was smudged on his mouth once he pulled away, and fuck, he did not want to wipe it.
the fact that so many people continue to back trump every year makes me nauseous. it doesn’t matter if he loses because too many fucking people have clearly become comfortable with and supportive of right wing extremism thanks to him. what do you mean you support fascism. what do you mean.
literally can’t stop thinking about kyle constantly sending you pictures whenever he’s at gym. he knows he loves it, and he’s just so comfortable in his skin. it’s mostly the usual, standing in front of the gym mirror, taking a quick snap. occasionally he’d pull his shirt up, revealing the glistening abs underneath, a cheeky grin always plastered on his lips. he knows what he’s doing.
though today it was somewhat different.
kyle <3: for you, dove.
your phone dinged, heat instantly rushing to your face as you opened it up, clearly excited to see his gym pictures whether you admit it or not. though once you clicked the attachment, you were met with the picture of him sitting by a bench, legs spread. the gym seemed empty, but that wasn’t your main focus, no. your eyes were trained on the outline of something in his shorts. his fucking dick imprint. your thighs rubbed together, almost like some pavlovian response, typing out a quick text for him to come over.
you didn’t even let him shower once he arrived at your door, dragging him onto the couch, flustered at his laughs. “my, was my baby so needy for me?” he mumbled against your neck, pulling you up onto his lap. “c’mon then, use me as you wish.”
johnny is definitely the type to lick your tears away. you'd be ranting on and on about something, pour your frustrations out, oblivious about the stray tear that slipped down your cheek. he was alarmingly swift, the contact of his warm tongue against your cheek causing you stiffen. you didn't miss the way his cheeks were all flushed.
he especially doesn't bother hiding this littlw thing of his while ramming his cock into you all rough, purposefully going harder in hopes to elicit some tears out of you. you just look so adorable while crying, not his fault! he'd be lapping on your tear-stained cheek like some mutt, his moans growing louder and thrusts sloppier. "fuck, ye're killin' me here."
halloween with simon riley where you dress like an adorable red riding hood, it was a quick enough choice of costume, especially since simon doesn't really like to dress up, his work in the army is enough for him, so when you offered him to transform into a werewolf, which only requires a simple outfit, as well as already buyed ears and a tail, he didn't refuse.
he ain't a man that needs to play the role of a predator, he is one himself, the acting of a big, bad wolf coming to him naturally, greedy, opaque darkness of his eyes hides behind the mask and the sweep of his framing eyelashes, glancing at the flutter the little hem of your dress does, gentle, autumn breeze outside seems to be playing with your outfit under simon's gaze.
simon acts patiently in front of the public, clawed hands tugging at the fabric of his trousers all the time he's behind you, watching you just enjoy an easy walk, handing out sweets from a couple of bags that you just recently bought to the kids running by, smiling at them wide and sweet, giggling when they look warily behind your back, whispering about a scary man that stands there.
you lean a little lower to whisper in their ears that he's not a danger to them, because you were able to tame this wolf, and you're right, because all simon is focusing on right now is the way your breasts are squished together, visible from behind the round neckline decorated with ruffles, giving you an even more innocent look, and this time, his cock does throbs in the confiness of the pants, straining against his muscular, bulging thigh.
simon shows you exactly what a good wolf he is, pressing his sharp, drooling maw in the crook of your neck, huffing in your scent, a real dog, pounding in your pussy with deep, deliberate pumps of hips, filling you full, tummy bloating as you squeak hoarsely, pinned down splaying over the sheets, your ass bruised from his sloppy movements, fueled by lustfull ache that makes his fangs close around your pulse point, skin sensitive and thrumming wild, your gooey walls clutching his engorged cock tight.
you open your mouth obediently for him when he sticks a tongue in, licking over your teeth's, enjoying every little mewl and keen that pours out from your slack lips, his vulnerable, innocent girl, soppy hole stuffed full of him, milking the pulsing girth that jams against your spongy spot precisely, trembling legs giving out beneath you, leaving you jolting on the bed and accepting everything simon gives you.
18+! cw - cnc, f!reader. (1.2k) this is just filth honestly
it was a peaceful night, the lights of your house shut so no one could disturb you on this halloween. you had no plans, just wanting to laze around on the bed, watching some horror classics. a perfect night.
you hadn’t noticed that the window of your bedroom was open, a gentle breeze causing the curtain to rustle a bit, bringing your attention to it. well, you could just fix it later, yeah?
your body tensed up at some loud thud outside the window, and before you could get up and check the source of the noise, someone stepped in. a big man with a red skull mask that seemed to glisten a bit due to the moonlight, slightly illuminating his features. you couldn’t really make out most of him, only that he was big. fear threatened to spill out of your throat, an unsettling nausea filling you up, catching a glimpse of the butcher knife he was holding.
“w-what the fuck?!” you shrieked out before you could control yourself, hand quickly grabbing one of your pillows and throwing it at him instinctively. he was swift to grab it, a muffled deep chuckle coming from behind the mask.
“tsk tsk, ye daft lass. no pillow’s gonna hurt me.” his voice was condescending, heavy steps leading him towards your bed where your trembling body was sitting.
“aw, look at ye. all shaky.” he cooed, and from this distance, you could get a better glimpse of him, burly arms crossed. was that a mohawk?
“who the hell are you?” it was difficult to keep your voice steady, not when your mind was a mess. you had seen this exact scene in movies dozens of times, so why was it that your body was refusing to act? you were completely frozen, breathing growing ragged. “are you going to hurt me…?” this time your words tumbled out weaker, fingers harshly clutching onto the sheets underneath.
for a moment, heavy silence lingered in the air before he shook his head, placing the butcher knife on your night stand, a hand reaching out to touch your face, causing you to flinch at the feeling of the cool glove he was wearing grazing against your cheek. “nah. not into hurtin’ pretty things like yerself. i got… other plans for ye.”
with practiced moves, he spun you over on your stomach, eliciting a cry from your mouth at the unfamiliar weight of his hand keeping your head pressed down against your pillow, the other hand forcefully pulling down your shorts.
“not wearin’ panties? fuckin’ filthy.” the masked man spat, a hand roughly landing against your ass, your body helplessly squirming, not having any strength to fight back. “ah, fuck me.” he groaned behind his mask, gloved fingers lightly grazing against your folds that were already soaking. “ye get off on shite like this?” his words were clearly mocking as he laughed.
“n-no!” you couldn’t help but exclaim, unable to shake your head due to his hard grip, his gloved fingers soon tangling into your hair so he could tug onto your hair, enjoying the pained noises you were making.
“no worries, hen. s’all goin’ to feel real good soon.” with that, he roughly thrusted a finger inside of your cunt, your walls instantly tightening around the digit at the sudden intrusion. he clicked his tongue, not giving you any time to react or relax, shoving another in as he begin to thrust his fingers in and out of your cunt, with no intention to give you any pleasure. it was all for his own satisfaction, seeing his fingers swallowed by your cunt and coming out with his gloves’ leather wet. fuck, should he even watch this when he’s done with you? most likely not.
it was too much, feeling as if your poor pussy was all on fire, unable to handle two thick fingers fucking you up, tears streaming down your heated cheeks. you could hear blood pumping in your ears, adrenaline coursing within you.
it was all just too much, and you were fully useless at the moment.
his other hand left your head, and you soon heard the sound of a belt buckling behind you, your head weakly turning behind to catch the sight of him pulling his cock out of his jeans. fuck. it was thick, and you were mourning yourself already. that thing could, and will, pierce you apart, impaling you as if you would be some martyr sooner or later.
“looks like ye’re plenty ready.” he huffed, impatient as he pulled his fingers out, your cunt suddenly feeling oddly empty, clenching around nothing. a displeased whine left your lips that was soon replaced with a loud gasp once you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your drooling hole, slowly begin to stretch your walls out as he slid in, a grunt leaving his lips.
“fuck, relax. gonna fuckin’ destory ma cock.” as if he wasn’t already destroying you. “next time, maybe learn not to open yer windows, unless you were already askin’ for it.”
your eyes rolled back, saliva sliding down your parted lips as you shakily moaned at every forceful thrust of his cock into you, unable to admit that he was hitting all the sweet spots inside you, pain shooting in your back while your head stayed buried into the softness of your pillow. his hands were gripping your hips tightly, as if aching to bruise you up, and you were sure that he’d be successful in that.
“made just f’me. my fuckin’ pussy, can’t believe didn’t find ye earlier.” he rambled on, ramming into your walls. soon, a hand slid in between your legs, fingers beginning to roughly toy with your sensitive clit, causing your body to jolt and try to pull away, his actions not ceasing.
it was all inevitable, and before you knew it, you were cumming all over his cock, body convulsing at the sheer strength of the orgasm that just washed over you, quiet muffled sobs leaving you.
his thrusts grew erratic and sloppy, an annoyed moan leaving him. he sure as hell was loud. it was clear that he didn’t want to pull out, though he still did, his right hand giving his aching cock a few more strokes until his warm cum was spilling on your back, some landing on your ass, a relieved sigh leaving his lips.
“fuckin’ beautiful.” he hissed, gloved fingers beginning to messily smear his cum onto your skin. he was writing something, but you could only make out a ‘S’ before your body collapsed onto the mattress, panting softly.
soon removing his red mask, johnny’s arms gently scooped you up, pressing a soft kiss against your tear-stained kiss. “did i go too far, bonnie?” he asked, a bit concerned even if you didn’t say your safe word, hastily removing his gloves so he could gently brush apart the hair that was clinging against your skin due to sweat.
“mmh, no…” your voice came out slurred, a dopey smile adorning your lips. johnny sighed in relief, pressing an affectionate kiss on your nose.
“y’know, it doesn’t hafta be halloween for ye to propose this idea.” he snickered, to which you tiredly whined.
i promise i'm still here and so sorry for not posting! though i'm forcing myself to finish this gaz fic before halloween because if i jump onto new ideas i'll never finish it and like. yes. food is coming on the way deargaz nation i promise.
i promise i'm still here and so sorry for not posting! though i'm forcing myself to finish this gaz fic before halloween because if i jump onto new ideas i'll never finish it and like. yes. food is coming on the way deargaz nation i promise.
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