my name is clover and i'm 22!! my pronouns are they/them <3 i write mainly for the slasher fandom and my ao3 is the same as my user. i have an identical twin @thvshusband who pushed me to start writing in the first place. i do have health issues so my writing may always be sporadic, but i will try to be consistent, but no promises. :(
MDNIi!!!!
i am very bubbly and love to talk (and i get writing block easily) so don't be afraid to send me asks <3
i am not looking for friends atm and i have a partner of two years.
To all the people saying Trump is a sociopath, or that Musk is a narcissist, or diagnosing the ruling class with any sort of personality disorders:
Fuck you. You are a bioessentialist piece of shit. You are using the tools of fascism by pathologizing bad behaviour. Trump and Musk are not evil because their fucked up, inhuman brain chemistry. They are evil because they benefit from a system of exploration. You are deflecting from the main problem by blaming their actions on an inherent, unchangable characteristic instead of the socioeconomic forces that allow their abuse to happen.
18+ | MDNI • Patrick cums so hard while eating you out that it scares the shit out of him.
Patrick couldn't help it.
He kept lapping at your pussy like a man possessed; his cock pulsed in his grip, and he literally groaned into your flesh every time he felt his orgasm looming too close.
“You taste so fucking good,” he kept repeating, voice muffled and raw against your skin.
You moaned and arched, legs resting possessively over his broad shoulders, one hand fisted in his soft hair. His face was buried between your thighs—already a wet, filthy mess. You loved how he always lost control when he went down on you, but this time he was absolutely ferocious. Like an animal.
“I’m so close—please, don’t stop—”
He tightened his lips around your clit, fingers probing your entrance, hot and dripping. When he pushed them inside, black dots danced across your vision. His breath was scalding against your skin. You clawed at the bedsheets with one hand, pressing his head harder against you until his nose rubbed directly against your swollen bud. He plunged deeper, slurping at your folds, fingers stretching you wide. He curled them exactly where you needed, pads dragging against that perfect spot over and over.
“Yes—yes—that’s it! Please—Patrick—” Your words slurred together, heels digging into the mattress. “Oh—fuck—fuck—”
Your whole body tensed like a drawn bow. Your face froze in a delirious, open-mouthed smile as your walls clenched around his fingers and tongue. Patrick kept licking you through it, stroking himself with feverish, almost desperate speed. Your taste, your sobs, your warm skin—everything about you consumed him. His balls ached from how intoxicating you were; he was completely lost in you.
“Mmm,” he hummed into your slit. “Baby—fuck—”
His loud, guttural groan vibrated along your skin like a second wave of pleasure. You were still shaking, every nerve lit up and oversensitive. His cum gushed over his hand, the bedsheets, your legs—hot and messy.
It took him a full minute to come back to himself. When he did, a flicker of something like fear crossed his face. He was scared—genuinely scared—of how much he liked this. Nothing else had ever made him combust so completely.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against the mattress. “I thought I’d see Jesus.”
You chuckled, still breathless. “Not too fast. You still need to fuck me.”
He wanted to reply—opened his mouth to try—but nothing came out.
His whole body went limp. Eyes glassy and unfocused, cock still half-hard and throbbing. Your taste lingered vivid on his lips, but he brought his slick fingers to his mouth anyway, cleaning them slowly, like he couldn’t get enough. Because he truly couldn’t.
secretly obsessed and pervert bff bada who had been plotting on reader for the longest time 🏃♀️💨 doesn't matter if it's gp
obsession ˖⚢ .°
warnings: bada top / pleasure dom, "mommy", voyeurism, masturbation, panty sniffing, face sitting, cum eating, squirting, mirror sex, mutual masturbation (kinda), cumming in panties, vibrator, hickeys, fingering, breeding kink, boob/nipple play, overstimulation, missionary, scissoring, ejaculating strap, love confession, hair pulling
word count: 2,712
nsfw under the cut
you and bada lee have been best friends since high school, never wanting to be apart. little did you know that your best friend has had her eyes set on you since then, her feelings growing stronger and stronger. her sexuality was never a secret, but you never expected her to be in love with you. you always dismissed the behavior she exhibited when she felt almost threatened; she would always want to know where you were, and she would hate everyone you went out with.
bada has also been stealing your clothing, taking an item or two every so often out of the laundry basket or your drawer. she’s addicted to the scent of your perfume, imagining you laying in her arms.
it wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you to cuddle together while having a sleepover. spending time with you has always been her favorite thing in the world. however, she hated when you talked about your relationships, it filled her with pure jealousy. how could you not notice how much she loves you.
what is a little abnormal about most friendships, however, is how perverted she is when it comes to you. she steals your underwear and sniffs it, watches you shower, touches herself looking at photos and videos of your pretty face. she is completely enamored with you. she cannot help it, it is only worsened by the fact that she believes she cannot have you.
tonight is another one of your hangouts, this time at your apartment. she had spent weeks listening to anything you mentioned liking, whether that be a food spot, a band, or even someone. during all those tmi sessions about intimacy with hookups or past partners she took mental notes, believing that a relationship between you was bound to happen soon. she decided that tonight would be the night for her to make a move on you.
you lay next to each other, finishing up hours of gossipping. you decide to finally change into your pajamas, going into the bathroom. she sneakily follows you, peeking through the slit of vision between the barely open door and the wall. you take off your shirt, dropping it to the floor. bada stares at you hungrily, being careful to not make much noise.
as you finish dressing, bada goes out to the kitchen to get something to drink, trying to calm her nerves. her head fills with thoughts of what-ifs and ways that it can go wrong. what if say the wrong thing? what if she doesn't feel the same and i ruined our friendship? what if she says yes and then changes her mind? she had never had this hard of a time working up the courage to ask any other girl out; but those girls weren't you. in bada's eyes, no girl she ever hooked up with or matched on a dating app could ever measure up to you.
she gets out a can of her favorite soda and pulls the tab, opening it up, and takes a sip. the cool carbonated beverage cooling her down from working herself up.
you walk out of the bathroom, now changed into your favorite nightgown, the sheer panels of fabric cascading down to your ankles. your lack of a bra was obvious, though the absence of panties was not as clear, but bada did spot them abandoned on the floor. once you're out of sight, she steps into the bathroom, locking the door. she sits on the floor and sniffs the crotch area of your panties, the wetness not yet dry. she takes a few breathers before she sticks her hand into her sweatpants, using her index and ring fingers to circle her aroused and engorged clit. she bites her lip to stifle her gasps and moans, feeling overwhelmed.
as she gets closer to her climax, she thrusts up into her own hand, feeling more and more sensitive. she drives the two fingers in between her folds and inside her, curling them to hit the perfect spot. the scent of you is pure ecstasy, filling bada's head with you sitting on her face, her tongue rounding your clit.
plunging in between your lips, and slightly suckling on your labia. the fantasy carries her over the edge, her release spilling out of her and onto her fingers, she takes her hand out and consumes her cum, licking it clean off like icing. bada quickly stands up and pretends she is washing her face, turning the water on and splashing around for a moment. she wipes her hands off with a towel and walks out, pretending like nothing happened.
she joins you in bed, the tv playing a movie, the screen's light illuminating the room. she decides to test the waters a little and nuzzles her head in between your boobs, feeling slightly nervous. you start to feel slightly horny. when you don't flinch, she stays there, resting. "so, anything else you have planned tonight?" bada asks, trying to make a game plan on how to seduce her love interest.
"nothing much, really, i had a long day at work," you respond with a fatigued, almost croaky voice.
"oh, well do you want me to leave?'
"no, stay for at least a little longer, you're my favorite company to keep."
favorite company? really, me? bada thinks, elated at the breadcrumbs you are subconsciously giving her.
after another few hours, the clock chimes 12 am, signaling your bedtime. you don't have to say an awkward "it's getting late" spiel since she gets you, she always has. you two exchange your goodbyes and she leaves your bedroom, wishing you are going to touch yourself tonight like usual.
ecstatic, she peeps through the space between the door and the doorframe and watches you reach for your nightstand, pulling open the bottom drawer and picking up your vibrator. you get into position and pull your panties to the side before you turn it on and focus it on your clit, trying to climax as fast as possible. moans slip out of you one after the other, the sounds muffled.
bada is completely awestruck, feeling dazed by your pussy spread by the vibrator between your lips, turning her on even more. your wetness glistens in the reflection of the screen, emphasizing how turned on you are. having such bad luck in the dating world has made you feral at the slightest touch. you bite your lip, trying not to be too loud. the paper thin walls of your bedroom have caused your neighbors to complain multiple times no matter what you do.
she feels herself getting wet again, her panties covered in her wetness. she shoves her digits back in her pants, rubbing her clit in a tight circle.
you continue diving into your fantasies: being strapped down, being fingered relentlessly until you squirt, your best friend going down on you. you turn up the vibrator to your highest preferred level, so close to cumming. you give free rein to your imagination and delve into more explicit, almost taboo dreams. you start to visualize getting absolutely pounded from behind, bada holding onto your head so you can keep eye contact with your reflection. your back slightly arching, letting her reach the perfect spot. this sends you over the edge; your release quickly spills out of you, causing your legs to shake, and it leaves you breathless. who you just got off to dawned on you, your best friend of all people. of course, you thought you buried it, it had felt off limits to you. she seems so far out of your reach, like she could never be infatuated with you. unbeknownst to you, she has just climaxed at the same time as you.
she accidentally kicks the door open with her knee; the door now wide open. she shields her face out of embarrassment. "i'm so sorry, y/n, i was just coming back because i left my phone charger in your room," bada lies.
"oh no, it's okay, i swear. i'm sorry. it should be, um, plugged in still," you're very frazzled and feeling insecure. she has seen you nude before once or twice, but nothing to this extent. you apologize over and over, trying to mask how much you think you just fucked up.
bada grabs her charger and takes another look at your blushed face, noticing your want to curl up in a ball and forget everything. but, in bada's mind, all she can think about is how much she wants to make you feel good, how much she wants to fuck you.
she makes a move on you, her soft plump lips landing on yours, her lip butter smearing slightly around you two's mouths. you lean into her kiss, feeling her palms rest on the sides of your face. this is a dream come true, pure ecstacy floating in the air betwixt the lovers. the kiss deepens; she slides her hand to your nightgown, pulling it down enough to unveil your breasts.
"can mommy suck on your nipples, hm? you need mommy?" she asks quietly, almost feeling like a taunt. you nod, feeling needy.
she somehow knows what makes you unravel, not like she's kept track of everything you've ever mentioned doing with other women.
she kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys all over, letting everyone know who you belong to. "my girl, you're my girl." her words make you smile, it has been such a long time since you have gotten any, especially close, loving sex.
when she reaches your boobs, she kisses all over, planting marks of her makeup around your chest, decorating it. you are overwhelmed with sybaritism and happiness, your daydreams while you fuck yourself finally coming true after all these years. she envelops her mouth around one of your nipples, lightly suckling. a wave of pleasure rips through you with every sip of your areola. you let out quiet moans right in front of her ear. she works harder, now swirling her tongue on it, and groping your other breast. bada looks up at you as she does it, wanting to connect with you in every way possible. she moves on to the other nipple while she runs her hand under your nightgown, feeling how soaked you got through your lingerie.
her fingers move under them to slither to your hole. she inserts one finger, pumping slowly. once you are acclimated, she slips a second in, curling them to hit that perfect spot. mmh, nngh, oh fuck! slips out from your lips, the sensualism unmeasurable. nobody has ever made you feel this good.
"you like when mommy fingers your pussy, huh? gonna try to squirt for me? be a good girl and squirt all over my fingers," bada speaks softly into your ear.
you throw your head back in bliss, your legs shaking. her other hand comes down to circle your clit. before you know it, you're close.
"can i cum, mommy? please!" you whine.
"yes, baby, you can. let it all out," she coaxes, continuing to finger you.
she feels the gushing of squirt spurting out. "good girl," she coos, "such a good girl."
as you come down from your high, she tosses your underwear on the floor. she undresses herself completely before helping you shed your nightgown. she sits you on her face, letting you grind. she licks and sucks to her heart's content while you let one moan after the other slip out of you. "thank you mommy, thank you for eating my pussy," you say as you look down into her eyes. you whine from the overstimulation, having just came twice in the last half hour.
she keeps going, knowing you're already building up to your next climax. she palms your ass, adjusting you so you're also sitting on her nose, adding more pleasure to the experience. as you let go for the third time that night, bada laps it all up. as soon as you finish, you get up and lay on the bed. she is not done with you, though.
she gets you into position for scissoring, grinding your pussies on each other's. the sensitivity is at an all-time high. "mmh, fuck, your pussy feels so good. trying to make mommy cum?" she asks, her voice soft and almost hushed.
the two of you are so desperate, chasing a release.
"fuck, you're so good at making mommy's pussy so wet, you hear that?"
she is quiet for a moment and wetness from you two is loud, evidence of your lust and love for one another.
you get on top of her, riding back and forth as you hold her leg, still needing to be satiated. keeping eye contact the whole time, you lean in for a kiss, letting the two tongues dance with emotion.
she changes your placement for you so both of your clits are rubbing on each other. you squirm from the stimulation, becoming almost too much.
"mommy, can't take it no more, 'm gonna cum again!" you squeal.
"come on, y/n, cum with mommy," she coaxes your orgasm out of you.
as you cum together, she moves for you, making your legs shake even more. you lay on the bed tired, but still needing more. she sits up on the bed, still coming down from her high.
"where is the strap, sweet girl, hm? i know you keep one in here," bada asks, eager to fuck you hard.
you point to your underwear drawer. she gets up and walks over to it, pulling it out and putting it on her. she gets onto the bed, straddling in between your legs.
"say you want mommy to fuck you with her strap, say it," bada orders.
"please mommy, fuck me with your strap!" you plead. in response, she slips the strap in, putting it in slowly until it reaches the hilt. she pounds you roughly.
she's so pretty, need her, bada thinks. i love her so much. she stares lovingly as you look back at her, screaming in enjoyment.
"yeah, let everyone hear who you belong to," she orders, riding the high of how much you are enjoying this. she rubs your clit slowly to make you want more.
she folds your legs, your thighs resting on your torso and are being held by your hands.
"fuck, you want me to fill your pussy, huh? want mommy to get you pregnant? you need me to breed you!?"
"yes, mommy, yes! please! fill my pussy!" you yelp, desperate to be filled up.
you fuck back into her, meeting her movements. you lock eyes, she stares with such love and admiration. she's so pretty, i love her, she thinks.
"i love you, so so much y/n, mmh, fuck!" bada confesses.
this fills you with so much joy, knowing she feels the same about you. her thrusts get more erratic, desperate for you to finish.
"i love you too bada!" you squeeze out in between moans and screams.
she changes the angle slightly, hitting your g-spot, before she gets you on all fours in front of your floor-length mirror.
"my good girl looks so pretty like this, so desperate for mommy," bada says into your ear.
you lock eyes with your reflection, watching yourself getting fucked like you've always wanted. she holds on to your hair and holds your head up.
"faster, mommy, faster!" you whine.
she responds immediately, going as fast as she can to drive you over the edge.
as soon as she feels your squirt spilling out, her strap lets go as well and ejaculates, filling your pussy.
"you look so good like this, fuck. need to take a picture to save it," she takes out her phone from her shorts thrown on the floor and takes a photo, capturing the memory.
she helps you lay on the bed, feeling so, so good but so, so tired. she plants a kiss on your forehead. "i love you so much, i really do y/n."
"i love you too."
after you've rested for a few minutes, she runs you a bubble bath, helping you recuperate and wind down for bed. you two end the night with cuddling and a new relationship with the love of your life.
Clingy!Patrick Bateman who wakes up multiple times during the night just to make sure you’re still there. He doesn’t wake you—he simply turns on the bedside lamp on the lowest setting and stares. His hand rests on your waist or slides under your shirt, needing the warmth of your skin to calm the gnawing anxiety that you might vanish. Only once he’s convinced you’re real does he pull you tighter against him and try to sleep again.
Desperate!Patrick Bateman who refuses to call it love. He hates the word. He hates the concept. But he can’t deny that something inside his hollow chest shifts when you’re around. He admits it only in the dead of night, when you’re asleep in his arms—a silent, bitter confession to himself: “This thing… it’s making me weak.” He’ll never say it out loud. Not to you. Not to anyone.
Obsessed!Patrick Bateman who can’t keep his hands off you. Every inch of your body belongs to him—a fact he treats with religious devotion. His touch varies: sometimes affectionate and slow, tracing your spine like he’s memorizing every vertebra... sometimes possessive and bruising, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks... sometimes downright obscene—slipping under your clothes in public, in the back of a taxi, or during dinner with colleagues, daring you to stay quiet while he reminds you who you belong to.
Dark!Patrick Bateman whose eyes are voids. When you look into them too long, you feel like you’re staring into an endless black hole where empathy and humanity should be. He knows he’s empty. He’s told you so, voice cold and clinical. You insist there’s something more. He calls you delusional. You call him the same. The twisted part is… you’re both a little right.
Possessive!Patrick Bateman who tracks your every move. Not always obviously—sometimes through “coincidences,” sometimes through more invasive methods he’d never admit to. Your diary? He’s looked through it. Your schedule? Memorized. If another man even looks at you too long, Patrick’s smile becomes razor-sharp, and his hand on the small of your back turns into a silent claim.
Jealous!Patrick Bateman who doesn’t get loud or dramatic. His jealousy is ice-cold and terrifyingly calm. He’ll destroy someone’s life with a few phone calls and a chillingly polite conversation, then come home and fuck you like he’s erasing every other man who’s ever existed from your memory.
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Filthy!Patrick Bateman:
He’s addicted to the way you sound when he ruins you. He’ll edge you for hours, fingers or cock buried deep inside you, whispering against your ear in that smooth, psychopathic voice: "Look at you… falling apart for a man who doesn’t even have a soul. Pathetic... Beautiful... Owned."
He loves making you say you’re his while he’s balls-deep, choking you lightly, forcing eye contact. The moment you start to cum, he gets dangerously tender—forehead pressed to yours, voice almost soft: "That’s it… give it to me. Everything. It’s already mine anyway."
He also has a habit of cumming inside you and then keeping you plugged with his cock afterward, fascinated by the sight of his seed leaking out of you. It satisfies something deeply primal and deranged in him—the ultimate proof of ownership.
Whenever I think about Sub!Patrick Bateman, I can easily imagine him crying on his Dom's chest in a way that only pathetic men can—with full hatred and resentment toward himself and the person who made him break.
Face shoved hard into your chest, his perfect hair falling into his eyes, expensive shirt soaked through with hot, angry tears. His fingers twist viciously into your clothes like he wants to hurt you for seeing him like this, body trembling as he chokes out “I fucking hate you” between sobs. He’s half-hard from the humiliation of it, cock pressing against your thigh while he clings harder, furious at himself for needing it.
dean winchester nsfw alphabet
𖹭 : age gap (dean is in his forties and reader is like 26), unprotected & protected p in v, panty theft, car sex, mentions of frustrated/rough sex, size kink, phone sex, praise & degradation, lingerie, roleplay kink, semi public sex, oral (m & f. receiving), usage of sex toys.
A = AFTERCARE
let's be real– dean would definitely be big on aftercare. he's really good with it, he's cleaning you up, makes you drink water, usually pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair until you’re out cold.
B = BODY PART
your body: he loves your thighs! give him the opportunity and he's going to stay buried there for however long he wants— he's biting, kissing, sucking hickies everytime he lays you down to eat you out.
his body: dean's favourite part is probably his hands/fingers. he loves fingering and edging/overstimulating you for loooong amounts of time. plus they're veiny and you love them, so that's just a bonus.
C = CUM
dean doesn't like the mess, so he'd probably use a condom, but if he isn't, then it's probably on your thighs (hey, he loves them) or your tits. if you let him cum inside, he'll do so happily— as long as there's no risk of you getting pregnant. he understands the stakes the hunting life has, so he'd rather not bring a child into this world knowing what's lurking in the dark and broad daylight.
D = DIRTY SECRET
he's a panty stealer. sometimes when you're just caught up in the heat of the moment, he'll fling your panties somewhere across the room, hide them and act clueless when you can't find them anymore. he probably hides them in the impala's glove compartment, or somewhere in his bunker bedroom.
E = EXPERIENCE
oh we know this man gets around, so he's pretty experienced. dean takes pride in knowing how easy it is for him to figure out what makes you tick. while he could be cocky about it on the surface, he's mostly reverent and lowkey worships you.
F = FAVOURITE POSITIONS
dean's okay with whatever position you're most comfortable in— but that doesn't mean my man doesn't have a bunch of preferences for positions.
they are:
doggy – loves the way you look from behind, loves staring at your ass, thighs and the way his cock keeps disappearing in and out of you.
cowgirl – loves the view from this angle too. loves watching your face contort into pleasure and the way your tits keep bouncing. might try to play a game by trying to catch a nipple between his teeth mid-bounce.
spooning – usually happens on lazy mornings where dean just wakes up with a boner pressing against your ass and you let him do that to you first thing in the morning.
and of course, missionary – perfect for when he wants to keep things simple and romantic, loves staring at your eyes and kissing you softly. he loves the intimacy this position offers.
G = GOOFY
dean is goofy, but not in the dumb jokes sense (unless he's really that comfortable with you), but he's goofy in the sense where he has that silly look on his face while he's trying to catch a nipple into his mouth when your riding him (mentioned in F). might also make dumb jokes like "a hunter doesn't fear a dense jungle" before going down on you, if you have hair down there.
H = HAIR
the carpet matches the drapes! he has a decent amount of pubic hair down there. it's not messy or a lot, he used to sleep around often so he prefers to keep it neatly trimmed, he wouldn't have it completely shaved though. as for you, he doesn't mind hair, it's a natural thing to have and understands that it's not accessible for a hunter to keep it bare. this goes for body hair too, he doesn't really care.
I = INTIMACY
dean loves intimacy. he usually focuses on that. but if he's pent up and frustrated (which is often, thanks to the life he leads), he's rough and it's mostly physical. but once he's calmed down, expect tons of apology sex.
he also usually spends extra time on foreplay, if there's time in his hands, so you're hardly ever neglected in that department.
J = JACK OFF
dean does it a lot. even before he met you. we know he watched porn and since he travelled around a lot, it's not far-fetched to assume that he didn't rub one out in a motel shower— but now that you're in the picture? oh boy, he watches videos you send to tease him (he saves stuff you sent MONTHS ago). and might also watch stuff you've recorded together. he has them in a locked folder. and sam was the unfortunate soul who was asked to show him how to make one.
K = KINKS
ohh, he has a few
size kink: even if sam is taller, dean is still a pretty big man. he loves the size differences between you two, loves how big his cock is– especially with the belly bulge when he goes in. he has a whole folder dedicated to his size difference.
praise kink: this goes both ways. he loves praising you and also being praised. when you're moaning about how good he feels, he almost doubles his efforts immediately. he'll also endlessly praise you too. he'll call you “my sweet girl”, “good girl”.
voice kink: he just gets off on your moans so much. whether you're begging him for more, or just babbling something incoherent because of how good he's fucking you, he's 1000% hard. totally asks you to send him audio messages of you teasing him when he's away.
phone sex kink: totally just an extension to the voice kink. dean loves audio calls (y'all scrapped video calls a WHILE ago because that man couldn't figure it out). when hes away, you ask him to stroke his cock a certain way, and this man follows your instructions and groans into the speaker abt how he wishes it were you.
manhandling/switching postions: when you’re on top teasing him, riding him, he might let you have a moment— but the second your legs start shaking or you push your limits, he flips you effortlessly. he loves the physicality of shifting positions, the way you practically weigh nothing in his arms, he might also just switch positions if he decides you've been a "brat" for too long.
lingerie kink: no brainer. he loves when you wear lingerie for him, especially if it was paid for by a fake credit card scam. dean would either tease you in it for hours on end or ruin you in it immediately. no in-between.
consensual somnophila: he loves the idea of waking up to you giving him head, or him waking you up with his mouth on your clit. (with established consent of course)
L = LOCATION
dean is a filthy, filthy man. so his favourite locations depend on his mood.
bunker bedroom: might do it if both of you are in a particularly romantic mood. he'll take his time with you, and work you up before he even gets inside you. not sure if this qualifies as a kink, but dean is totally turned ON by seeing you bunching the sheets beneath you when he's eating you out/fucking you in missionary.
the impala: the backseat of this car has seen things..
dean loves fucking you in the car. any part of it tbh. he likes the backseat because it's pretty big and he can fuck you with ease. he also loves eating you out against baby's dash. has definitely bent you over the hood of the car in a secluded spot before.
the map table: dean absolutely loves bending you over the map table. he's usually rough with you here (and also goofy). he once made a joke about wanting to travel to the place on the map your hand is pressed the hardest against.
M = MOTIVATION
dean is a freak in the sheets, so a lot of things you do just gets him going. (some are mentioned in letter K).
when you wear his clothes: not much to elaborate on. he loves how big it is on you, so expect to be bent over in the nearest surface the second you have privacy.
when you're trying to stay quiet: oh he loves it when you're in semi-public or if there's people close to wherever you are, and you're trying so desperately to be quiet. he might even go harder just to hear you make some sounds.
when you send him some nudes/audio notes: this man is a sucker for recieving those little glimpses of you. he might even send a couple of pictures of himself just to tease you back.
when you roleplay: literally canon that dean has a doctor and cowboy fetish, so if you ever do something like that, don't expect to walk the next morning.
N = NO
anything that makes you uncomfortable.
while dean acknowledges that you're younger than him and probably less experienced than him, and are eager to learn things he likes, if you're not comfortable with something, he's not doing it. you don't even need to verbally tell him you're not comfortable with something, he'll deduce it through body language cues.
calling him dad/daddy: dean doesn't really have a great relationship with his dad, and while he may be good with people he considers a child figure, he's terrified about the thought of being one, and that reflects in his sex life too.
degrading you: don't get me wrong, dean is mr. dirty talk™, but that's about as far as it goes— it's just dirty talk. he hates degrading you, and he probably finds that dehumanising. this also goes to stuff like slapping you or spanking you. he'll probably do it for funsies, in the heat of the moment, but like it's done in moderation. you can tell that he'll stop the second you express any sort of discomfort with it.
you and dean have a well established safe word system that is very important to him.
O = ORAL
dean winchester? oh, he loves both giving and receiving. he can't really choose.
he absolutely loves seeing you on your knees for him, taking him in. he runs a hand through your hair and praises you for how good you're taking him, calls you his “good girl” or “sweet thing”. LOVES FACE SITTING.
and of course, this man eats you out like you're a 5 course meal. he'll do everything— teasing, edging? both? he has you screaming for him. loves watching you cry for him.
69 is a very sacred thing to this man. he never passes up an opportunity to do this with you— begs for it even.
P = PACE
as mentioned earlier, while dean tries to keep things intimate and slow, sometimes his frustration bleeds into your sex life, so he's probably got you in doggy, pounding into you from behind relentlessly– until you're drooling and your legs can't keep you up anymore. (so he's fast paced here)
but he also makes sure to make it up to you and apologise by fucking you nice and slow when he's in a better headspace.
Q = QUICKIES
is this even a question? HE. LOVES. QUICKIES. sam's gone for 5 minutes to buy pie from a local diner? yay, perfect opportunity for you to give him a handjob! shower quickies? he loves them! alleyway behind a bar y'all stopped at? PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WALL!
R = RISKS
totally up for taking risks! he loves trying out new things and as long as it's not something that touches into the NO list, he's fine with it.
(also, not really a risk but he let you playe your sex playlist in the impala once, and that might've been the biggest risk he's ever taken)
S = STAMINA
dean has a lot of stamina, he's a pretty strong and experienced hunter who works out regularly and is bigger than you in every way. it's not uncommon for you to be tired before he is, so dean usually does all the work, unless you insist. he can go multiple rounds and doesn't take very long to recover between orgasms, but his first priority will always be to make sure you're okay.
if he's still hard after you're tired, he'll tuck you into bed and cuddle with you until you're asleep and he might jerk off in the bathroom, or just wait until it's morning and see if you're up for some sleepy morning sex.
T = TOYS
he doesn't mind using toys. he probably owns those vibrating cock rings that he once bought for funsies.
if you own any, then say goodbye to your ability to walk straight. he's teasing and edging you with it.
if he's away from you, he might instruct you to use your toy in a certain way while he listens to the sounds you make.
U = UNFAIR
speaking of unfair, he's big into edging. like he'll employ pretty much anything– his fingers, mouth, teeth (to nibble on your clit), toys? he can go for hours if you let him
a particularly mean side of him comes out when he's doing it too— dirty talk, making a mess out of your slick just because he can, maybe using blindfolds just to build up the anticipation?
V = VOLUME
dean can be loud if he wants to, he loves moaning into your ear when he's feeling good. he also makes these deep groans sometimes— especially when he's eating you out. just like how he likes listening to your voice, you like it too!!
W = WILD CARD (ANYTHING)
loves fucking you in his flannel. he'll never take it off completely. he'll fuck you in it, and maybe click a few pictures of it. cums on the flannel.
you have a few flannels of his, designated just for this purpose.
X = X-RAY
He’s 7.5 inches (around 19 cm) long when hard. and it has a slight curve that drives you crazy. he's also slightly on the girthier side so the stretch gets you every time. dean usually preps you for a long time so you can take him and he also whispers assurances when you do.
he's really hard to give head to, so you occasionally choke/gag on his length.
Y = YEARNING
pretty high sex drive. he's on you the second you're done winding down from a hunt. he's on you in seconds— whether it be motel rooms, the impala or the bunker.
might fuck you mid-hunt if sam is elsewhere, maybe interrogating some witnesses or reading up in a library. (includes quickies)
Z = ZZZ
he wouldn't fall asleep immediately. he'll make sure you've been cleaned up first and if you need anything, he's doing it for you. he mostly falls asleep only after you do, unless he's really tired.
i'd made a sam version of this months back, so here's a dean version. like the sam version, anecdotes won't be written after each section, but i write fics based on some of the letters in the form of a series (eventually). completed anecodotes will be linked wherever said topic is mentioned
warnings: good girl, praise, dirty talk, nipple sucking/breast play, hickeys, cunnilingus, p in v, missionary, impreg
wc: 714
personal request from @daisesanddandelions ! thank you 💜💜 also not proofread i’m sorry 😓
nsfw the cut!
kento nanami is a slow, deep lover. he takes his time with you, kissing you softly while his hand finds its way under your shirt, groping your breast through your bra. he gradually kisses his way down your neck, leaving hickeys every few pecks, wanting to materialize how much he adored you.
finally after tugging off your shirt and shorts, he unclasps your bra, throwing it out of the way. his lips latch onto your nipple, his contralateral hand groping the other boob, leaving you to let a very soft moan slip out of your mouth. you subconsciously lean into his touch, your body craving more.
“you feeling good, pretty? i really missed you at work,” nanami says softly as he looks up at you, eyes full of love.
you nod enthusiastically, non verbally praising him. “i missed you too, ken.”
your husband let’s go of your chest, meeting his hands trickle down to your panties, pulling them off. he plants kisses from your knee down to your inner thigh, then repeating on the other side. he kisses your pussy lips, his mouth coming into contact with your liquid arousal, slightly snaking his tongue out and licking your lip, taking in your sweetness.
“so good, my love, so wet for me already,” kento speaks, going to lick the other lip.
he slowly moves his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top of your clitoral hood, teasing you, pushing you closer to desperation. your lover finally starts to suck on your clit, causing you to squeeze your legs around his head involuntarily, your voice shuddering in pleasure as you squeak out moans. he adds in two fingers, curling them, leading you to curl your back, too.
he stares up at you, “such a good girl, already so desperate for me to make you feel good. i love eating your pussy so much, it’s the best part of making love to you.”
he knew how much you enjoyed his affection, your heart fluttering in your chest as you listened to his kind words.
he continues to eat like a man starved, not letting not even one millimeter of your pussy stay untouched by his tongue, constantly finding the perfect pleasure-filled spots to make you moan and groan.
he pushes you to the brink again and again, going until his jaw aches and his tongue is numb. that’s when finally he slips his cock inside slowly, making sure he doesn’t overstimulate you too much so early.
“such a good girl, taking me so well. you’re so right, fuck,” kento spits.
it’s quite unusual to hear ken curse, he liked to keep swear words to a minimum. hearing how soft he was with you was such a turn on.
he pushes all the way inside, slowly thrusting in and out. his breath gets heavier, low moans slipping out his mouth occasionally. you wrap your legs around him, letting him get closer to you and deeper into your pussy.
“ken, mmh, fuck! go faster, please,” you utter, almost completely lost in pleasure.
without saying a word, your husband obliges, fastening his pace and quickening his thrusts, hitting your g-spot over and over again. he starts getting closer to the edge, but holding it in until he knows you’re ready to release your juices. he reaches down and rubs your clit as he bends down to kiss you softly, overwhelming you with satisfaction.
“i’m so close, please, keep doing that, ken!” you yelp, your husband promptly accepting your request.
he feels you let go on his cock, he immediately follows suit. his cum emerging from the tip, strongly coming out in spurts.
“filling up your womb with my cum, you’re getting get pregnant this time, aren’t you lovely? we can go a few more rounds to make sure, you know,” kent speaks softly, having heavy erotic and somewhat possessive undertones. he goes round after round, passionate about finally having a baby with you.
a month or so later, you take the test. you try not to show the emotion on your face when you look down and see the results, but you’ve failed miserably.
“does it say what i think it does?” kento questions before pulling you into a deeply passionate kiss.
warnings: jealousy, sukuna has 2 dicks ANDDDDD four hands, impreg/breeding, tongue riding, slight choking, pronebone, hair pulling
w/c: tbd
a/n: a little short but i hope it's still good, ilyyyyy ill edit in the morning
nsfw under cut
you're out on a date with sukuna, a date you had to drag him to. even though a lot of people were scared of your husband, you have no problem with giving your man attitude, demanding what you want. he eventually gives in, this date another perfect example of that.
the both of you are sitting at a table in your favorite latte. your husband has barely even touched his pastry, a freshly baked matcha croissant. instead, he's too busy staring at a man he had caught looking at you. the fourth or fifth man in the span of 20 minutes. usually, it wouldn't really bother him if a guy or two stared, but the one that had been gawking you the whole time is one of the top sorcerers, satoru gojo.
"what are you staring at?" you question him, not noticing what is wrong.
"staring at a clueless idiot who thinks he can stare at my woman," sukuna barks. sukuna walks back over to you, "come on, let's go woman." he orders you.
you immediately obey and you walk side by side, of course he refuses to hold hands with you. why would he want anyone to suspect he has a weakness, even for you.
when you arrive back at home, sukuna leads you to his chambers, where he throws you on the bed.
"gonna show everyone you're mine, gonna fill you with my seed, continue my bloodline, with my wife, my toy," sukuna says lustfully, ripping your clothes to shreds. he kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth.
he places his hands on your boobs, the mouths on his hands sucking on them greedily. your breath quickens, starting to become desperate for his touch.
"sit on my mouth, slut," sukuna spits, placing you on top of his stomach's mouth, his tongue reaching out and continuously licking and slobbering all over your needy cunt.
"mmh, too much, master," you squeeze out, already close to the point of overstimulation.
"you can take it, whore, it's why i came back to you after the first time," sukuna shuts down, he knows you both need more.
you grind on the massive tongue, feeling the mouths suckle on your breasts, sukuna's other two hands guiding your hips.
once sukuna feels that you're ready, he gets you both into prone bone. he slides in his first cock; although bigger, it is much easier to take than the second. you already feel so full, but he starts to slip in the second. he rubs your clit with one of his free hands, trying to lead you to produce more slick.
he starts to pound into you mercilessly. "nngh, sukuna, so good!" you scream into your pillow, taking both of his appendages, feeling your ass slap against your lover's hips. he grabs all of your hair, somewhat using it like a leash on a dog.
"i knew you could take it, filthy girl," he says proudly. "gonna make you a mother, you're only good for breeding, such a slut. you always allow inferior creatures to stare at you, at what's mine." sukuna continues to mutter filthy nothings into your ear as you both cum over and over.
after what seems like an eternity, you are too tired to even move. of course, sukuna isn't even phased still somewhat aroused. he pulls out, what seems like endless amounts of cum pours out.
synopsis: you have come to confession to profess your sins. Your pastor, Suguru, cleanses you and helps you atone for your sins.
warnings: BLASPHEMYYYYYY, corruption kink, reader is inexperienced, fucking in a church, fingering, throatfucking, dacryphilia, squirting, breeding, mating press
w/c: 948
a/n: this is right up my alley and i don't see many pastor!suguru fics, so i decided to make one for myself haha hope you enjoy bbies :3 nsfw below the cut
You're a virgin, never even gone on one date, planning on giving yourself to God, and yet you cannot stop thinking lustfully. Your mind is filled with different ways you can be touched and licked by your pastor. Shame always lingers over you like a stormy cloud, and yet you cannot help it. It's not your fault Father Geto is so hot. Watching him lecture during the sermon gets you so needy, his seductive voice is music to your ears. You clench your thighs together, trying not to seem draw attention to yourself.
When the church service ends after what feels like an eternity, you decide to go to confession, you need to get the sinful thoughts out of your mind. You're the last person in line. You step into the confessional booth.
You do the Sign of the Cross and say, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was six months ago."
You begin your confession, feeling more nervous than you ever felt in your life, "Father Geto, I have been having lustful thoughts. I cannot stop and I do not know what to do. I feel so guilty for it, all I feel is shame."
Father Geto replies, "Who are you fantasizing about? The thoughts will stop once you two are wed in all holiness."
"You, Father, you. I know it is wrong and I will never be able to. It is so embarrassing to feel this way, thinking about us doing things only married couples should be doing. How should I ever make it up to you?" You confess, filled with shame.
"Let me give you absolution," Father says.
You step out of the confessional booth. You get on your knees into the prayer pose in front of him, wrapping the rosary beads around your hands. "Virgin, right?" He asks, confirming his suspicions.
You nod, keeping your eyes closed as you prayed. Suguru stands in front of you, his bulge visible through his cassock. "Open your mouth, dirty slut. You need the Word of God to repent for your sins," He spits, watching you open your mouth.
He unbuttons the bottom half of his garment and pulls out his cock, entering it into you. After the first few inches, tears fill your eyes and you start to choke. Suguru uses your hair to pull your mouth off of him, letting you breathe.
"You need to take it all, you need to repent for your sins, to clean the filth off of you," He barks, degrading you, turning you on even more.
"Yes, Pastor Geto," you mutter before you take him in again, making eye contact with him. Even when you start to gag and choke, Suguru holds you there, your throat and mouth full of his throbbing cock. Your lips touch the skin around the base, leaving none of his appendage unsubmerged.
"You're taking the words of the Lord so well, I would've guessed you've done this before, such an obedient sinner, so desperate to be fucked," He announces and he starts thrusting your throat, the noises of your throat filling the nave. He watches you, letting out soft moans.
"Such a needy, needy little virgin are you? Wonder why your thoughts are so dirty, you've never been properly fucked, fucked surrounded by holiness and by a Holy one. You’re gonna make me cum, whore, you want that? Hm? Want to have God’s devotion spilled into your mouth?” Father Geto rambles, experiencing euphoric pleasure.
You respond happily, but it gets muffled to where it’s nearly inaudible.
He spills his cum into your mouth, ejaculating vigorously. His phallus comes out of your mouth with a quiet pop. Suguru helps you undress yourself before laying you down in front of the cross and spreading your legs, admiring your pussy.
“Mmh, fuck, look at that pretty pussy. All wet and dripping for me already, huh? You’re still so sinful, yet you expect me to rubke your sins?” Suguru purrs before licking a stripe from the bottom of your lips to the top of your clitoral hood. He then inserts two fingers inside you, making you clutch the rosary beads, now tangled in your hand. The cross dangles, tickling your nipple.
"Gonna cum already, slut? I can feel you tightening around my fingers," he mutters into your pussy, speeding up. He feels you gush around his fingers, legs shaking and hips uncontrollably thrusting.
"Spraying me with Holy Water, huh? So filthy, pray while I breed you, fill you with God's salvation," Suguru moans, entering you. He puts you in a mating press, thrusting deep once you have him all the way in. He lets you adjust before he pounds you.
"O Lord, Jesus Christ, ngh, Redeemer oh my god and Saviour, forgive my sins, Just as you forgave Peter fuck and those who crucified You," you start to pray.
"Using the Lord's name in vain, whore?" Suguru corrects you by plunging in deeper, rubbing your clit and letting the cross on his necklace graze your nipples.
"I'm sorry, Father," You continue to pray, "Count not my transgressions, oh, but, rather, my tears of repentance. Remember not my iniquities, but more especially, ngh, my sorrow for the offenses i have committed against You."
That's all you manage to squeeze out before you're so full of Him and pleasure that all you can say are moans and screams. Father Suguru gets close quickly, "Gonna fill you up with the Lord's eternal love, can you take it? Gonna carry Jesus reincarnated? You're the new Virgin Mary." He fills you up, bottoming out and hitting your cervix. He collapses on top of you, kissing you.
A/N: God she is so....! I would lick her abs up and down and let her do things to me.
Sevika took special pleasure in fucking while forcing eye contact. "Shy even when I'm so deep in you, pretty girl? You know I love to see you. Don't hide yourself from me. Don't hide your face." She smirked when she saw how red your ears were getting.
"It's embaressing when you can see everything. Come on, Sev." Your voice trembled, followed by your whole body when you felt the strap slam into you again, the constant smaking of sweaty skin against skin eating away at your composure bit by bit. An amused chuckle fell from Sevika's lips. "You're... I hate you sometimes."
"Yeah? Never feels like it. Try harder." Her hand pressed against your hip, cold and hard against your overheated skin. "Know you're getting close. Come for me, come on, I know you love being a little whore for me! Show me!" Your pussy gripped at the slippery strap, juices gushing and overflowing while you made a conciois effort to spread your legs open and angle your hips just a little. An angle that allowed Sevika to see your cunt clenching around the fake cock. "Atta girl." She groaned and huffed, muscles bulging and her hips smacking against yours. "That's my good slutty girl."
You were her girl. Your eyes were still slightly misty when you closed them and turned your head, kissing her fingers, the taste of you still lingering on them. If anyone knew how to bring you out of your shell, it was Sevika.
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