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The Training Mat
The lovely @leatherboundbirate sent me two prompts to choose from and in the end I couldn’t do it but decided to write both of them instead. This is the result for the final request.
Kylo Ren x reader
Prompt “Is that a threat?”
Word count 1,6k
Warnings: This is pure blowjob porn. No plot, nothing but the BJ.
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Jim Mason (NSFW alphabet)
gif by @bills-skarsgards !!
taglist (let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!!) ; @instinctsxbaby @angelicmichael @codyfernuk @9layerdevilfoodcake @plymptxn-reborn @wasteland-babe @cxdy-fxrn
authors note ; i’m very sorry for the super long break and how absolutely shitty this is but.. i hope this is mediocre enough for y’all?
warnings (please let me know if i forgot anything!) ; literally it’s entirely nsfw soooo.. proceed with caution!
nsfw alphabet template!
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You work at a exotic animal sanctuary and today an odd one came in, a Hagfish merman. Since he was a Hagfish the blonde merman had to be kept in a dark room which he got all to himself, half his face was badly scared and his left eye permanently blinded due to a fisherman dragging him up in a net. The first couple of dayus with Ralph were rough anytime someone went near him he'd produce so much smelly slime you couldn't touch him. You decided you should try and bribe him so one day you brought in several things to see what worked, he almost instantly gravitated to the toy duck and bag of cheesy chips. Since then Ralph became clingy and needy with you allowing only you to take care of his wounds.
About three months into his stay Ralph starts acting even more needy than usual and starts to get aggressive with everyone else but you, throwing a fit if anyone else is even in the room with the two of you. You look into it some and realize it may be mating season for him and you decide to talk to him about it. Sticking your legs in his pool you wait for him to surface when he does he wraps his arms around your calves and rests his head on your lap, he hums when you start to comb your fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
"Hey Ralph, I've been doing some reading and I have a question for you." The only response he gives you is a tight squeeze to your legs. "Are you in heat?"
Ralph's body tenses up and he peers up at you with his brown and ghost eyes and his whole face turns lobster red. "Ralph thought he was hiding it well, he thought you didn't notice." Shame flashes across his face before he buries it deeper into your lap.
"Hey hey hey, it's okay bud you can't help it. It's part of your biology. Maybe we can find something to help you out with it?" His head snaps up and a look of disbelief and before you know it Ralph pulls you into the water with him, you head pops back up above the water and just as you start to protest Ralph turns you around and starts to pull your shorts off.
"Ralph can't believe you offered yourself like this! He has feelings for you but never thought you would return them!" He manages to pull your panties off along with your shorts and starts to prod at your entrance. "Ralph stop! This isn't what I men...ahhh!" Something thick and slimy thrusts into you without warning and presses against your cervix, Ralph pants against your shoulder barley able to contain himself. You try and wiggle your hips and push the intruding appendage out but his hands wrap around your waist as he starts to jackhammer into you.
His thrusts are more powerful than you would have thought possible, every thrust hits your cervix and normally that would be painful but instead it felt amazing. Without realizing it one of your hands slips below the water to rub at your swollen clit which causes you to clamp around Ralph. His pants turn into needy whines and whimpers as you tighten around him, his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to reach his peak. " Ralph is going to fill you up, make you so round with his babies. You'll be so perfect, all mine!"
Ralph stills his hips and just when you think he is about to cum something starts to poke at the opening of your cervix. "Ralph isn't sure how this will feel for humans, but our females find it very pleasurable." You don't get a chance to ask what he means before that poke turning into a pinch and you feel his cock slither into your womb, your head lolls back as you are thrown into the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Ralph starts to fuck you through your climax whispering sweet words into your ears as you feel his cock expand at the base as something tries to push into you.
His fingers take the place of your's and he rubs tight circles to try and force your body to relax even more. With another thrust the thing pushes its way past your tight muscles and starts to travel up his cock and farther into you, soon it hits the outside of your cervix and Ralph starts the same process of rubbing your clit to get you to relax. With a pop the little orb settles into your womb and before you can process it more and more start to push into you, every one of these little orbs pushes past your g spot and soon enough you are orgasming again and again. By the time they stop you are so fucked out you can't move, Ralph very carefully places you back on the floor next to his pool. As you lay there and try to catch your breath you notice the slight bulge in your tummy and you run your fingers over it, when you press down you can make out the individual eggs inside you.
Headcanons for Period sex with the slashers? Who would be okay with it who would like it the most that type of stuff. For Thomas Brahms Micheal and anyone else you’d like to add. Thank you💞
A/N: Here you go, sorry this took soooo long for me to put out! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: NSFW, R18+, period sex, blood warning
word count: 639 Tip Jar (every bit helps)
Thomas Hewitt:
+One would think that Michael would be into period sex the most, but in reality, it's this man. Thomas craves making messes and he doesn't hate the look of blood on either his or your skin. He actually has a pocket calendar that he marks with the dates of your periods that way he can plan for the week of his life. He'll even go as far as holding off from sex or masturbating the week prior so he can fully enjoy himself when you start.
Pretty Girl
Summary: You’re feeling sad about your body so Damiano takes it upon himself to show you how hot he thinks you are.
CW: SMUT, HURT/COMFORT, oral sex (fem receiving), crying, body worship, biting, dirty talk, light d/s dynamic, light bondage, reader talks about hating her body and describing what she hates about it
Word Count: 2.8k
You run your hands down your sides while letting out a frustrated sigh. None of the dresses from your closet you’ve tried on looks good on your body. Your boyfriend Damiano invited you to go out to dinner to meet his bandmates but you can’t help but worry that they won’t think you’re good enough for Damiano. As much as he reassures you that they won’t and that you’re perfect for him, your own insecurities tend to get in the way. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you realize you’ll have to redo your tear-smudged makeup before you leave, if you can even manage to get yourself out the door. Tugging on the hem of this dress, you hear Damiano’s voice as his head pokes through the crack in the door.
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I feel like venom cums buckets. Like an obscene amount.
Okay so I have two thoughts on this cause I'm not actually sure Klyntar/Symbiotes reproduce sexually. I think they reproduce asexually.
(thank you marvel wiki 😂)
Thought 1 -
When you're fucking Eddie and Venom, Vee will purposefully milk Eddie's prostate as much he as he can, will control Eddie's body enough to produce an inhuman amount of cum because he's obsessed with watching it leak out of you. Is a creampie king. Venom would obviously then sort of take over and eat you out until you were all cleaned up. 😌
Thought 2 -
You've told Venom you like when Eddie cums inside. Ya know it just feels nice. So when you fuck Vee the first time he takes it maybe a bit to far because he can't cum the way Eddie does, but you said you liked that and Eddie's porn knowledge of cumming shows an obscene amount of it. So the first time he simulates cumming inside of you using himself its way too much. Like it kinda hurts a bit and he freaks out. And it's just ends up being kinda hilarious and both of you shame Eddie for watching bad porn. 😂😂😂
Cold as Ice
Billy Hargrove x Reader
Summary: Billy just doesn’t understand why you’re so cold to him. He becomes desperate to warm you up. But, the killer heat of Hawkins combined with a stupid school project gives him the chance to know what’s truly underneath all that ice.
Warnings: cursing, smut, sExUal tenSion, some angst, some fluff, LOTS OF SIN
A/N: Definitely my filthiest fic at the moment, enjoy!
“You’re my partner.”
You look up from the register, hands on your hips as you stare at Billy Hargrove with a blank, unamused expression. There are a few people behind him, arms crossed against their chests - Tommy, Carol, and some other bimbo.
Funnily, you realize that they all resemble a group of poodles.
Cute.
Billy raises his eyebrows at you, smacking his gum as he impatiently awaits for a response. You glance at the folder that he slaps down onto the counter, knowing exactly what it contains.
“Hm, didn’t think you guys were recruiting for the next douchebag of Hawkins High. Are these the applications?” You finally pick up the folder, skimming through the thick pages of paper with a toothy smirk. “To be honest, I consider myself more of a bitch than a douchebag. Isn’t that right, Harrington?”
You chuckle devilishly as you hand Steve a couple dollars, who snickers at the interaction. Billy seems confused, but by the way he clenches his jaw and barely blinks, you can tell you’ve also hit a spot.
“Looks like I’ve won the bet, Y/N. Fuck, yeah! Robin! I told you I would win!” Steve runs into the back room of Scoops Ahoy, waving the dollar bills at his friend.
You turn back to Billy, re-adjusting the hat on your head. “Now, can I get you something, pool boy?” You lean over, hands splayed onto the cool marble of the counter.
“Did you not pick up on what I just said? I’m asking you to be my partner for the project. No, I’m picking you to be my partner.” Billy tries to keep a steady voice, but you easily catch the deep breath he takes between his words. His ‘friends’ are whispering behind him, exchanging dirty looks.
“Well, I’m actually not allowed to have personal conversations with customers right now,” Billy scoffs, tugging his lip between his teeth. “And so, if you aren’t ordering ice cream, then be my guest, and leave. I’ve got a few angry customers to deal with if you can’t tell.” He follows your pointed gaze, and surely enough, the line behind him is fairly long - filled with crying kids and irritated parents. “Come back later? Or never at all?”
Billy groans, pacing in short steps. He knows you’ll come around. They always come around.
You truly are a bitch.
Yet, somehow, Billy waits till the end of your shift to speak with you - hopefully in a more private spot and in a less aggressive manner.
You roll your eyes when you see him, sitting by the table nearest to the register. He seems to be alone, yet it annoys you even more.
“I don’t wanna be your partner, Hargrove. Is that not clear?” Your eyes follow him as he stands up. He’s much taller than you, so you can only send him an intimidating glare in hopes of scaring him away. “Pick someone else. And let me give you a hint - it’s not me.”
Billy inhales deeply, before a small smile forms on his face. He grabs your arm before you can walk away, hoping that he can win you over with his charm. But he knows he has to put away his pride to do so.
“Sweetheart, I really need help with this project. You’re the smartest girl in our class, and if you can’t tell, I hang around a bunch of dumbasses.”
Oh, so this is why he was alone. So he could talk crap about his shitty friends.
Billy continues, smile never wavering. He still has his hand wrapped around your arm, holding you in place as he speaks by your ear. “And anyways, it’s already set in stone. I asked Mrs. Johnson if I could pair up with you. She thought it was a great idea. Guess we’re in this together now, huh?”
He harshly pushes the folder of papers into your chest, letting go of your arm.
“What? You can’t do that!”
But he certainly did do that. Because when you storm into Mrs. Johnson’s classroom on one Monday morning, she’s rambling over how excited she is to have you and Billy working together.
“But Mrs. Johnson, I never agreed to this. How is this fair?” You whine, waving the folder around with wide eyes.
“Miss Y/N, you’ll be doing Billy a huge favor by helping him. He isn’t failing, but he is struggling. He could most definitely use your help.”
Despite all the complaining, Mrs. Johnson doesn’t allow you to pick anyone else. To her convenience, you and Billy are the only ones who haven’t had a designated partner - and now, you really don’t have a choice.
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The next week, Billy is back in Scoops Ahoy. He can see your snarl from the other side of the mall. He’s got you trapped in cage, and he knows you’re having a hard time trying to adapt to it.
“I knew that he’d pick you.” Steve says through a mouthful of banana, hitting you in the face with its peel. “I mean, you’re the only girl - besides Robin - who hasn’t given into him. He’s probably just trying to cross off your name on his list.”
“He has a list?” You gag dramatically, protesting as Robin pushes you jokingly.
“Dude, Y/N, he’s literally coming over here.” She points at Billy, who actually is coming over.
“I don’t care. Change spots with me. Steve! Robin!” You shout, pulling at the ends of your hair as they run into the back room, locking the door behind them. “Screw you both!”
You turn around, meeting eyes with the damned Billy Hargrove. You fake a smile. If this was a cartoon, steam would certainly be coming out from your ears.
“Bad day?” Billy pouts mockingly at you. His hands rest inside the pockets of his jeans, eyes looking over your angry state. “Should I come back or....”
“Actually, no. But you know what?” You slide yourself over the counter, brushing away at the lint that has accumulated on your blue shorts. “I’m not doing this stupid project alone. You’re staying here till my shift is over. And when it is, you’re gonna drive your ass to my house, where the both of us can work on it. Together. Happy now, douchebag?”
Your breath is almost minty, and somehow feels cool against Billy’s skin. He steps back with a cocky grin, raising his hands as if he were surrending to you.
But he wasn’t surrendering.
“You just gave Team Hargrove one point. But Team Y/L/N? Zero.” Billy snaps with a flash of his pearly whites. He crouches down to your height, hands resting on his thighs. He knows that he is pissing you off. “I’ll see you when you’re done.” Then, you cross your arms at him, nose pointing up as he stands to full height. His eyes flicker down to your lips. “And honestly? I think I’m more of a dick than a douchebag.”
You want to slap the stupid grin of his face. But you don’t. You don’t know the real reason behind it, but you try to convince yourself as to why.
Because it’s against company policy?
Steve and Robin poke their heads out of the other room, coming out when Billy cockily walks away from you. You’re still standing there, eyes narrowed and face drawn into a look of displeasure.
“Should we not bother her?” Steve whispers, elbowing Robin. “I kinda don’t wanna get yelled at right now.”
“No, no, Steve. She’s hotter when she’s angry. Trust me.”
“Guys!” You scoff at them. She laughs at the sudden smile on your face, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“I mean, she’s not wrong, Y/N.” Steve shrugs before taking your place at the register. “You’re pretty hot, I guess.”
“Oh, stop it, Harrington. I’m out of your league.” You wink at him, hopping back over the counter.
You let out an exasperated breath when Robin tells you to sort out the shipments in the back. You push the back door open, groaning audibly when you see the tall stack of cardboard boxes. There’s a clipboard on the table in the middle of the room, and you read over it lazily before you begin to sort through the deliveries.
No one really knows why you despise Billy. Not Steve, not Robin, not anyone. It seems as if you had woke up, saw him, and decided that he was someone you disliked.
That was partly true.
But in detail, you did dislike - or hate, whichever was fitting based on your mood - Billy for a few things.
You never understood his sudden popularity, or the sex appeal he carried along with him. You never understood the hair, the smoking, the people he hung around, or the recklessness and the partying.
You just didn’t get it. You didn’t get why people would waste their time around him, when clearly, he wasn’t grateful for any of it.
Maybe your hatred of him spiraled from insecurity.
He had everything. He was popular and easy on the eyes. He was charming and fun. You’d never admit it out loud, but he truly seemed like a good guy, underneath that whole douchebag act of his.
You were nothing alike. Or so you thought.
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“Honey! There’s someone here for you!” Your mother calls out from the bottom of the stairs, a slight smirk on her face when she realizes how handsome your guest is. You come barreling down the stairs, feet heavy and frowning deeply when you see who’s sitting on the sofa.
“Billy.”
“Y/N!” He comes to meet you, pulling you into an embrace. Your reaction is one of utter shock, because suddenly, all you can smell is expensive cologne and the faint scent of cigarettes. “Your mother was just asking me if we wanted to join her for lunch.”
“Oh. Uh, thank you, but we have to work on a project, Mom.” You send Billy a look, clearing your throat when you see his lips twitch upwards. “We’ll be upstairs.”
Your mom disappears into the living room, giving you both a second glance and a knowing look as you jog up the stairs.
“How do you know where I live?”
“That little girl from the mall? I think she’s Sinclair’s sister. Bought her some ice cream when I saw it fall, she just returned the favor.”
Erica. Damn it.
“Okay, well, I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” You complain, running your hands through your hair, damp from a shower. Billy follows you into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He takes in the sight, something he wouldn’t expect from someone like you. There are various posters plastered onto your soft pink walls - band posters, movie posters, and he huffs at the one of a shirtless man. There’s a record player on top of your bookcase, where you stand, occupied as you flip through your vinyls. “What’s your cup of tea? Queen? The Beatles? Metallica? Foreigner?”
“I really don’t care.” He scoffs, licking his lips as he takes a seat on your bed.
Foreigner it is, then.
“And I really don’t want you on my bed. Get off, Hargrove.” You throw a paper ball at him, hiding the smile on your face when he doesn’t dodge it in time. “Thought you played basketball. What happened to those reflexes?”
With a dramatic eye roll, Billy tosses the ball into the trash, sliding off of the bed and onto the floor instead. You grab the project folder from your study table, sitting down across from him. You’re reading through the directions when Billy starts to light a cigarette.
And you gasp - really loud. “Billy! No! None of that in here.” You take the cigarette from his lips, his coughs fading in the background as you throw it out your window. “Are you crazy?”
“I just wanted a smoke!”
“Yeah?! Then not in here!” You shake your head at him, handing him a sheet of paper as you calm down. “Your turn to read, asshole.”
Your begins to head become fuzzy as Billy’s fingers brush against yours when he grabs the paper.
He reads, voice soft and surprisingly enthusiastic - if he didn’t act like such a dumbass, you’d think he was somewhat intelligent.
(However, you know he is intelligent - somewhere in that douchebag brain of his - though, that’s one of the things you could never admit to anyone).
The room is suddenly blazing hot, uncomfortably warm despite the numerous open windows. The air conditioning isn’t enough, and you’re silently cursing as you feel sweat build up among your skin. You’re fanning yourself, swallowing as you notice the bead of sweat that rolls down the side of Billy’s forehead.
“God damn, it’s hot.” Billy curses, unable to continue reading with how tight his chest feels. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, hoping he could get some sort of air.
“Our air conditioning sucks.” You push your hair back, “Summer’s coming.”
Billy nods in agreement, picking up from where he had left off.
Maybe it’s just the heat, but suddenly, you start to space out.
Your eyes focus on the rise and fall of Billy’s tan chest, how his skin glows with sweat, and how his muscles flex under that shirt of his.
Oh, wow.
“Y/N? Did you hear me?” You snap out of your trance. “Hope you haven’t passed out.” He sets the paper down, leaning back against your bed frame.
“Huh? Sorry, I - I was distracted.”
Don’t let your guard down.
“I was asking which part you wanted to do.”
“Uh, whichever one is the hardest. I can take it.”
And Billy stops breathing. Maybe because there’s some sort of - sexual - euphemism in that sentence, but also because he’s noticing how flushed you look: cheeks red, skin glistening, breaths heavy. Your hair sticks to your arms, resting on the tops of your knees. But then, he sees this look in your eyes.
It’s not the normal glare he gets. But your eyes are softer, less intense, more - was that longing?
You’re just staring at him, lips slightly parted as your eyes quickly drop down to the floor.
“Unless, um, you want the harder part then you can have it, I guess.” You pipe up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’re avoiding his gaze, and Billy isn’t sure that he recognizes this Y/N.
Did he win you over yet? That easily?
“Here, you can look over it with me again.” Billy scoots beside you, his denim-clad thigh pressed up against your bare one. His breaths are even, blowing over your hands as you hold up the paper. “I was thinking I could do the research on the biographical context and symbolism, and...” He glances over to you, eyes trailing over the expanse of your neck. Your jaw is tightly clenched, but you don’t meet his stare. “... and then, maybe you could do the overall analysis. Or we could do it differently, if this way doesn’t meet your standards, princess.” His voice is low, a sultry tone laced subtly in his words. He peeks his tongue out to lick his lips, and you look over at that exact moment.
Aw, shit. You wouldn’t give up that easily, would you?
He’s not the only one that can play this game.
“No, I like your idea. We can do that.” You turn to him, hair slightly hitting him in the face. You pucker your bottom lip slightly, rolling it between your teeth as you pass him the paper back.
“Is it getting hot in here?”
Not this line.
“Nope, just you.” You let out a sharp exhale, reading over more of the project.
“Whew. I gotta take off my shirt.”
“Excuse me?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, causing you to drop your pencil. But it’s too late once Billy is pulling his shirt over his head. “Hey!”
Though, he wears a tank top underneath.
And honestly, you’re kind of disappointed.
Wait, what?
He hurls the shirt towards your bed, running his hands through his messy curls. His arms look even bigger, and you can see the faint outline of his abs through the thin, white material. You catch the tattoo on his upper bicep, and you have to put a hand to your mouth from saying anything - now this was ruining you.
Don’t give in.
“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” He flexes his arms in a subtle manner, biting down harshly on his lip. He grunts as he leans over to pick up your pencil, handing it to you. “Didn’t mean to make you drop this.”
Yeah. Apology accepted. Jerk.
“If this is your way of seducing me, it isn’t working.” You cross your ankles over each other, shaking your head at Billy.
He laughs, running his hand through his hair. “And why would I want to seduce you, Y/N?”
The question does sting, but it doesn’t change the fact that his face is literally inches away from yours.
You aren’t done playing the game.
“Oh, I don’t know, Billy. Maybe because I’m the only girl on that - that list of yours that you haven’t yet crossed out? Or is it because you’ve fucked all the pretty girls at school and you’ve finally come to the realization that you’d rather fuck someone with a bit of brains?”
Billy hums with a slow, antagonistic nod, tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. He abruptly stands up, turning up the volume on your record player. He’s dancing. But the bitter look on his face is all you can focus on. You stand up as well, pouting as you lower the volume of the music. It’s a back and forth between you, Billy, and the music.
“The problem with pretty girls, Y/N...” He starts between breaths, still dancing as you stand ahead of him - not happy. “... is that they can’t tell when a guy is no longer interested in them. They got the looks, but no brain.” He chuckles, parting his lips as he taps the side of his head. “And the girls that do have brains? They also got a problem. They’re smart, sure, but they just don’t know when to quit being a bitch.”
That’s when he turns up the music to full volume, hooting in your face as he dances even more.
This was Billy Hargrove at his finest.
“We’re never gonna get this project done if you keep thinking with your dick instead of your head, asshole.” You almost growl. You’re fuming now.
He really knows how to piss a girl off, huh?
“You ever had a boyfriend, Y/N?”
No. Never.
“Yeah, I have. Why?” You gulp, pushing past Billy. You sit down on your bed, continuing on writing your analysis for the project.
“What was his name?”
“Uh - It was - It’s Steve.”
What are you doing?
“You dated Harrington? King Steve?” He slowly stops dancing, panting loudly as he looks down at you.
“Dating him, actually.”
Oh, God.
“Huh. You ever had sex with him?”
“Hargrove, this is getting a little personal.” You chuckle nervously.
“Is that a... no?” He crouches down in front of you, eyes blinking at you. He’s catching on. Surely, you weren’t this good of a liar. “I’ll take that as a no. Must suck, yeah? Harrington doesn’t know how to handle a woman like you. Poor Y/N. You just want a little lovin’ from King Steve...”
His thumb hooks itself under your chin.
And his blue eyes are almost hypnotizing.
“Are you really dating Steve Harrington? ‘Cause you seem a lot out of his league. You’re not even in the ballpark, baby.”
His big hand cups your jaw, fingers rubbing against your skin. Somehow, his hands are freezing - despite the hundred degree weather.
“I have a... boyfriend.”
Billy knows you’re lying now.
“Why are you so cold to me, Y/N?” His eyes are fixed on your lips, flickering up to you when you speak.
“I don’t know. Why are you such a douchebag?”
“Sure. I’m a dick, but you - you’re somethin’ else. You are mean. Steve seems a little soft for someone as headstrong as you.” He shrugs animatedly, “Maybe you’re looking for a - a... thrill.”
“What do you want from me?” You scoff at him.
“I think I know why you hate me.” You hold your breath as he continues, “We’re more alike than you think we are.”
“Yeah? I’d like to hear it, then.”
Deathmatch.
“We both crave something more. Most people go after someone with a little... heat to their name, but us? We thrive in the cold.”
“You’re wrong.” You shake your head at him.
“Then why am I still touching you?” He stands, hands leaving your jaw.
No, come back.
“Billy, this - this isn’t-“
“Surely, your boyfriend wouldn’t like the way I was touching you, wouldn’t he? What’s Steve gonna do if he finds out? Fight me?”
“Steve’s not my boyfriend! Fine! You win!” You explode, rising to your feet.
And it all comes rushing back to you.
You both really are alike.
“You see it now, don’t you? All this competing, this - this fighting, we clash because we’re the same. And it scares you. Because who would’ve thought you had something in common with the douchebag from school, huh?”
He takes a step closer to you. And you do the same to him.
“Smart girls need attention, too.” He says softly, leaning in to whisper at your ear. “But you... you’ve been looking for someone who’s as cold as you. And I respect that, Y/N.”
You make the mistake of locking eyes with him when he pulls back.
“I’m way out of Steve’s league.”
You look down at his plump lips, glancing at how his neck bobs when he pushes your hair behind your shoulder.
There’s an unfamiliar feeling that sparks in your chest when Billy’s fingers trail past your collarbone.
“Can I kiss you now? Because all this tension might give me high blood pressure.” He smirks at you.
You don’t reply.
But you do lean forward, on the tips of your toes, mashing your lips against Billy’s. Your hands are cool against his shimmering skin.
The kiss isn’t sweet, but fueled with fire and pent-up anger. Billy is fast enough to show you that he really wants you, but at the same time, he’s slow, wanting to prove to you that you aren’t just another name on his so-called ‘list.’
You don’t give a shit about winning anymore.
Stubble tickles your cheeks as Billy moves to kiss your neck.
“This doesn’t... this doesn’t change the fact that I still hate you...” You breathe raggedly, screwing your eyes shut at how his mouth feels on your neck.
He tugs at the straps of your tank top, pulling it over your head as he hoists you up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you can feel the tightness form in his jeans.
“God, you’ve been such a bitch to me for the past week.” He moans into your skin, pressing you up against your bedroom door as he uses one hand to hold you, and the other to unclasp your bra. You let out a choked moan, only for Billy to place his hand over your mouth. “Don’t forget that your mama is downstairs. What would she think if she saw me doing this to her daughter?”
You bite at his hand, smiling as he groans pleasurably at the sensation.
He’s so rough, but you’re enjoying it.
Billy swivels on the heels of his shoes, laying you down onto your bed as he kisses down your torso. His saliva sticks to your skin, and he chuckles when he watches you arch your back into him. Your hand reaches for his, and he doesn’t pull away - despite how intimate the action is for him.
Billy Hargrove doesn’t hold hands with flings.
That’s how he really knows you aren’t one of them.
“B-Billy...” You gasp as his lips pass over your breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them softly.
He reaches up to kiss you again, whispering, “This isn’t your first time, right?”
You shake your head, “No, no.”
“Okay.” He nods with a grin, taking off his top. “But no one is ever gonna make you feel this good.”
He groans as you crawl to the edge of the bed, playing with him through his jeans. You glance up at him innocently, his fingers card through your hair. You leave short kisses on his abs, slowly making your way up to his neck. You suck and lick at it, surely leaving a prominent mark there. He pulls out his belt, flinging it onto the floor as you unbutton his jeans for him.
He licks his lips, pushing you back down onto the bed. You scoot over, making room for him as he takes off your shorts. You chuckle when he moans at the sight of lace.
“Didn’t know you were wearing those.” He says, obviously surprised as he wraps his fingers around the waistband, letting it snap against your skin. You gasp, letting his hands wander over your back.
“Just be glad I’m letting you see them.”
He flips you over so that you’re on your knees, ass in his face as he pulls the lace panties past your ankles.
You bite back a loud moan. His face and his mouth is down there and you swear you’ve entered heaven itself.
Hell was too hot for the both of you, anyways.
He hums against you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge as he toys with you in places you didn’t even know existed. He pulls away, causing you to whimper.
But as you look back at him, the sight is enough to make you cum. His boxers are nowhere to be seen, and instead, he’s touching himself, grinning as he sees the dumbfounded expression on your face.
“You’re okay with this?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You’re shaking your head. “I need to hear it out loud.” He kisses your lower back, hands caressing your ass.
“Yes. Please.”
“Condom?”
You wink, rubbing yourself against him. “On the pill.”
Billy lets out a moan, chuckling. “Mm, that’s my girl.”
You hold back a breath as he pushes himself into you. He’s huge, and it stings with how much he’s stretching you out. You let out a sob of pleasure, hand coming to touch Billy’s upper thigh.
“Slow?” He asks, voice gruff as he bottoms out. You’re sure that he’s as deep as possible, but part of you longs for him to go even deeper.
“No, fast.”
Billy pulls out, only to slam back in. His movements are quick, hips thrusting at a rapid pace. You’re moaning, falling into the mattress with how good he feels inside you.
“Holy fuck!” He grunts as he leans over you, hand coming to rest by your face. He outstretches his fingers, and you take his hand into yours. “Y/N...”
“We have to - to be quiet...” You moan once more, throwing your head back as his arm wraps around your stomach, pulling you closer to him.
He pounds into you, grunting as silently as possible. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.
“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He cries out, taking a fistful of your hair. You yelp out of surprise when he gently pulls you back.
You liked that.
“D-do that again.” You stutter, mumbling incoherent words when he repeats the action.
The record player still plays music.
And you’re so grateful that it’s loud enough to silence the filthy sounds between you and Billy.
Thank God for that.
But this... this was a whole new level of sinful.
Billy brings a hand to touch your throat. And you nod in approval, shutting your eyes when you feel the pads of his fingers tighten around your airway. He’s still soft and cautious, but the way he was fucking you was enough to send you into overdrive.
Your hand comes up from the bed, jaw hanging open in utter bliss as you flex your fingers. “I’m gonna cum. Billy, holy, I-“
“C’mon, baby.” Thrust. “I’m right there...” Thrust. “...With you.”
You’re cumming.
Your legs are shaking and you feel the wave of heat fall over your body like a spell. Billy follows shortly, groaning sinfully as he buried himself inside you. He pulls out, pumping himself as he lets himself go onto your body. You feel the warm drops of his cum drizzle across your back and over your ass, trickling down your thighs and between your legs before you fall onto the bed.
“Oh, my god.” You sigh, curling up. Billy falls beside you, eyes studying your features for any sign of pain or sadness.
“Was that okay?”
“I just had sex with Billy Hargrove. Oh, my-“ Your hand comes up to massage your temples.
He chuckles.
“And I just had sex with you, so I guess we’re pretty even.” He states, kissing your neck one last time.
He’ll give it to you.
You both win.
But who said that the game would be over?
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“Here’s the project, Mrs. Johnson.” You smile respectfully, exchanging glances with Billy as you hand her the folder. Her eyes bounce from you both, hands sorting through the papers of the project.
“This looks good.” She nods, eyebrows raised when she finds the part that Billy had worked on. “Wow, Y/N must’ve been a great help to you, Billy.”
“Yeah. She helped me a lot.”
Billy links his pinky with yours under the table, where your thigh rests against his. His fingers come to toy with the hem of your skirt, and his touch: cold.
“Well, I might say that this project deserves an A. It looks very well-planned and thought out.” She takes off her reading glasses, placing them carefully on her desk as she re-organizes your papers. “How would you feel about an extra credit project, Billy? Just to boost your grade a little more before the year ends?”
You and Billy share a knowing grin.
It’s wicked.
It’s spiteful.
It’s cold as ice.
But there’s an inextinguishable heat that lingers between the two of you.
“As long as Miss Y/N can be of help to me.” He flashes a charming smile, hands coming up to rest on the wooden desk.
“Of course, Mr. Hargrove.”
You shut the door of the classroom behind you, following Billy into the bustling hallway towards the cafeteria.
He turns to you and winks as he rounds the corner, denim jacket slung over his shoulder.
“See you later, partner.”
“Later, douchebag.”
Oh, how you loved the cold.
Eddie Brock/Venom going down on you would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Here you go ya nasties 😉Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)
-Him more than often being in the mood to go down on you and would always start off slow and sensual, wanting to ease you in the mood even when you’re both starting off rough
-Him groaning a lot, loving your taste and the way your body would shudder beneath him, only to get louder as you’d grip his hair or would grind against his tongue
-Him being utterly dirty when it comes to it, loving to use his spit against you or make you suck on his fingers before he can finally delve them deep inside of you
-Him always being the first to suggest or want you to ride his face, loving to have you on top of him and see all of your body and face in pleasure before him
-Him tightening his grip on you whenever you come, not letting you off of him and even overstimulating you for his own pleasure of seeing you in a total lost of control and of course enjoying your taste completely
-Venom being completely insatiable when it comes to your taste, craving it even during the middle of the day and constantly bothering Eddie about thoughts of you as it can’t help but want you
-Venom having you at its mercy, holding you down so easily and using its tongue to pleasure every part of you, inside and out, relishing in how easily you’re quivering beneath it
-Venom easily placing you as it wants, its favorite being you literally on top of it, your legs on its shoulders and completely spread, lapping at your taste and working its tongue, picking up the pace the louder you get
-Venom loving your breathless praises and the way you’d go limp for it and dazed from the way it constantly overstimulates you, purposely asking you over and over if it did good just to see how tired you are from it
-Venom lapping at your cum just as eagerly as Eddie if not even more, practically having you even more drenched than ever, its longue tongue still teasing you as you’d be overstimulated
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I Beg to Differ
Xavier Plympton x female reader
Warnings: Oral sex (male and female receiving), public sex/car sex, slight mention of rim job.
This is the first thing I wrote for this fandom!
(Originally posted to theneverendinghunder)
(Gif found on google)
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You awoke to a mixture of wind penetrating the open window, the bright afternoon California sun hitting your eye, and quiet upbeat tempos. You don’t know when you’d fallen asleep, the last thing you remember is Xavier telling you how excited he was about being a camp counselor for the summer before you succumbed to your sleep deprivation. You’d been visiting your parents in Redding, happy to purchase a plane ticket to join your friends on their drive to Camp Redwood from LA, but Xavier insisted on driving to pick you up, only to turn around and drive to Redwood separate from the others in his van, the van that made your knees quiver when you thought about your past experiences within. He kept you awake most of the previous night, his hand covering your mouth as he fucked you blind on your childhood carpet, just feet away from your parent’s bedroom. The skin on your back was raw with rugburn, but you enjoyed knowing his knees and elbows carried the same rash, the thought making your mind wander to other dirty deeds.
Target Practice
Xavier Plympton x female reader
Warnings: public sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), squirting, gagging, vaginal sex, cum shot.
(Originally posted to theneverendinghunger)
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“No running!”
The summer sun was unforgiving as you walked the unshaded trail, scores of children steaming ahead in front of you toward the lake with towels in toe. You wiped your sweat-covered forehead, regretting your decision to take this summer job several times over. You never considered yourself to be a lover of children, knowing you didn’t have the patience for their constant, tireless shenanigans.
off my chest
pairing: xavier plympton x reader
warnings: love confession, smut
summery: on the run from a deranged killer stalking the grounds of camp redwood, you and xavier take shelter in one the cabins. knowing you may not have much time left with each other, secrets are confessed and lead to the two of you making the most of your brief moment of safety.
“YOU WERE RIGHT,” xavier admitted through labored breaths, dirt streaking his vibrant jacket and small cuts gracing his skin from running into numerous branches. “this whole thing was a bad idea.”
she didn’t look much better, sweat sticking to her skin and her hair a bit disheveled from the whole running for their lives ordeal. they were separated from the rest of the group, and quite frankly she didn’t know who was even still alive or not, but she hoped they had gotten to someplace relatively safe like her and xavier.
after aimlessly running through the woods, they stumbled upon the boys cabin, which was luckily vacant of any of the lurking murderers they were trying to get away from. so they locked the door behind them, xavier pushing the couch against the door for good measure, and hoped that they would be safe — even if it was for a few moments.
“no, really? going to newly reopened camp that is the home of one of the most gruesome massacres of all time wasn’t a good idea?” the girl replied bitterly, staring at the barricaded door for a few seconds before allowing herself to sit down on one the beds.
she wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her manicured hand, glancing down to see her once freshly white sneakers were now stained with mud. she didn’t need a mirror to understand she wasn’t necessarily looking her best.
the bed shifted with xavier’s weight as he settled down beside her, his styled blonde hair somehow still looking perfect despite everything they had been through tonight. “no one forced you to come.”
“please. when you found out about this you begged me to come with, said i’d be missing out on so much fun. well, guess what, xavier? my idea of fun isn’t getting murdered.”
“how was i supposed to know this would happen?! i just... wanted to get away. from everything.”
“right. because your pristine life as an aerobics intructer is so stressful.”
he looked over at her, eyeing her still heaving chest and the angry expression coating her lovely face. she appeared to be mad at him, lips tucked into a thin line and fierce eyes staring forward, but xavier knew this was just something to distract herself from showing how really scared she was.
the blonde sighed, and quieted down for a moment. he didn’t want to argue with her. not now. not when with one wrong move he could end up killing them if he made one more stupid decision. he couldn’t let her die.
she felt a slight sensation on top of her head and craned her neck to see that xavier had reached over and pulled a stray leaf out of her hair. she studied the gentle way he grasped it and how he let it float down and land on the floor beneath their feet. her eyes found his and her expression softened.
“this... this isn’t actually your fault, you know?” she whispered to him, stunned for the millionth time by how blue his eyes were.
“yes it is. i brought us all here. i was stupid and selfish and naive.”
“you’re not. xavier i-“
“no, no. stop,” he interrupted, voice trembling slightly from the emotion stirring up within him. it was definitely a rare sight to see; he wasn’t plastering around his cocky smirk or showing off the mischievous glints found within his eyes.
“i have something to tell you. something that i haven’t told anyone else. not chet or montana or ray or brooke.”
she reached over and clasped one of his hands lying limp on his lap, feeling the smooth skin and the warmth radiating from it. “you can tell me anything.”
“the reason- why i wanted to get away so bad is because i... got mixed up in some bad business. with some very powerful people. and i thought if i took this councilor job, and you and everyone else came with me, i could forget all about it. just spend a carefree summer with my friends, not thinking about my mistakes. i was stupid to think they wouldn’t follow me here.”
“that guy. who was killed outside the showers. is he one of the people you were running away from?”
“yeah. he’s, uh, a porn producer.”
her eyes widen in disbelief at his answer, mouth agape. “you-you were in a porno?”
he nods hesitantly, expecting her to yank her her hand back and stare at him in disgust. instead, she does something he doesn’t expect: she laughs. not a tiny giggle or a breathy laugh, a full on burst of uncontrollable laughter that made her head fall back and her lips stretch into a amused grin.
“you think this is funny?” his says as he watches her slowly calm down, his lips twitching because seeing the humor in her eyes makes him want to smile and let out a chuckle of his own.
“oh, i think this is hilarious.”
“you know what? quiet down before someone hears us. i can’t believe you.” xavier shakes his head and playfully pushes her hand off of him, pretending he wanted nothing to do with her now.
“sorry. i’ll stop, i’ll stop,” she breathes out, smiling as her laughter finally dies down. “i just can’t believe it. you were in a porno. was it just you and some girl?”
“it was a gay porno.” he admitted with a scrunched up face.
“wait. you’re gay?”
“no! no, i’m not. which makes it worse.”
“you mean which makes it funnier.”
“we could die any minute and you choose to spend your potentially last minutes with me by making fun of me?”
“been doing that since the day we met. why change it up now?” she asks, feeling a thousand times better than when they first arrived at this place. xavier always seemed to have that effect. he always made her feel better.
he finally lets himself smile at that remark, turning to face her once more. she gazed right back at him, knowing that there was no one else she’d rather be here with. if she was going to die tonight, then she was glad it was going to be with him.
xavier’s grin slowly fades away as their shared look turns into something more intense. his eyes drift from hers for a moment, memorizing how stray stands of hair framed her defined face. how flushed her cheeks were from all the sprinting. how adorable the upturn of her nose was. how pink and kissable her parted lips were.
“you know, since we are getting things off our chest...” he murmured breathlessly, leaning down towards her.
“yeah?”
“i’ve kind of always been in love with you.”
she doesn’t say anything for a moment, processing his words, which makes xavier’s heart start to patter anxiously in his chest. he starts to wonder if he ruined the moment, if it was the wrong thing to say at a time like this, if-
his whirlwind thoughts are put to a stop by her intrusive set of lips colliding with his own. he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, shocked to see her eyelids fluttering shut and her mouth molded to his. he didn’t believe this was actually happening, but the warmth and softness of her lips pulled him out of his bewildered state and allowed him to finally kiss her back.
immediately, he was addicted to the sensation, taking control of the kiss and using his hands to pull her body closer to his, tilting his head to deepen it further. she felt his fingers wrap around the sides of her waist, holding her securely in place while she herself got lost in the magnificent train wreck that was xavier plympton.
when they break apart for air, she can feel his hot breath fanning her face, eyelids cracking open to see his beautiful face. “i’m kind of in love you too.”
“of course you are. i’m irresistible,” he utters confidently as if seconds beforehand he wasn’t a nervous wreck, which makes her shake her head, amused.
“i was wondering where my cocky prick went.”
“i’m never far, baby.” he winked, encouraging her to giggle softly against his frame, hands grabbing ahold of his jacket.
“i thought chef bertie was your baby.” the girl reminds him, feeling his hands venture from her waist to the end of her shirt, clutching of the fabric.
“you know you’re my number one girl,” xavier utters against her lips, going in for another quick kiss before pulling away from her again. “now, why don’t you let me take this off your chest.”
“we could die any minute and you choose to spend your time trying to get me out of my clothes?” she quoted him, smiling the tiniest bit.
“been trying to since the day we met. why change it up now?” he played along, pushing the piece of clothing up further and revealing more skin until she took over for him and pulled her top all the way off.
she felt his eyes trained on her bra-clutched chest as she pushed his lavender-colored jacket over his shoulders. he didn’t waste any more of their fleeting time, guiding her gently onto her back and crawling on top of her. her legs parted for him, allowing xavier to slot himself between them effortlessly.
fingers carded through his soft and silky hair when she kissed him once more, barely comprehending how one of his hands slid up her thigh and under her skirt. although she sure did notice when she felt his fingertips press against her covered core, gasping and allowing xavier to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue into her mouth. his pants became tighter as he understood the fabric covering her cunt was already damp.
becoming impatient, the blonde diverts his attention to getting her panties off and down her legs. he sits up slightly, breaking the collision of their lips and hooking his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. while he yanked them off her body, he sensed her mouth move to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there lightly, a soft moan escaping him from the contact.
“i don’t think we should do this if you can’t keep quiet,” she whispers into his ear, making him shiver from the sensation.
he eventually smirks from her attempt at teasing him, his hands working on getting his pants undone. “trust me, princess, i’m not the one who’s going to have trouble keeping quiet.”
“is that so?”
he hums in confirmation, positioning himself on top of her again. she helps him slide his pants and underwear down enough so his cock could be let out of its confinements, slightly disappointed they didn’t have enough time to get fully undressed and really make the most of their first time together. but, knowing xavier, she was sure he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied by this quick encounter.
the girl underneath of him shudders when she feels him line himself up with her entrance, her arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him impossibly closer to her. her heart is beating wildly, but in sync with the boy on top of her, and all of the unsureness about taking such a risk in this dangerous situation faded away when their eyes locked once more. she wanted this. he wanted this.
xavier watched her facial expression carefully when he slowly began to guide his hard and fully erect cock inside of her, searching for any sign of discomfort that would tell him to stop. he only ended up finding her glowing eyes trained on him and the sight of her lips parting to suck in a deep breath. he had trouble keeping his breathing steady himself, the warmth and tightness of her walls squeezing his shaft affecting him immensely. he had to bite his lip to keep from emitting another pleased moan.
“you feel so fucking good,” she murmurs once he is finally all the way in, the helpless tone found in her voice spurring him on more.
“you feel even better,” he sighs, burying his head in the crook of her neck while he started up a slow pace, hips gently knocking against hers.
her nails begin to sink into the flesh of his shoulders that his muscle tank didn’t cover up, back arching up off of the thin mattress in an attempt to deepen his thrusts that were starting to spark waves of pleasure through her body. mindlessly, she allows her head to get buried more in the plush pillow and for her legs to spread wider for him, knowing she could never get enough of this.
“faster, please.”
“are you begging?”
she could feel his smirk against her skin, the hand that hooked her leg over his waist tightening its hold on her. “if that’s what you want to call it. just fuck me harder.”
he obliges to her wishes, the steady and slow pace of his movements picking up speed and force. his hips crashed into hers, which were attempting to match his thrusts, and it automatically gets harder for both of them to remain quiet. xavier sinks his teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, biting hard enough to make a mark and muffling the groan that would have echoed throughout the cabin. she settled for digging further into his shoulders with her nails, which soon turned into scratching as she dragged them down his back.
tiny whimpers escaped her, which she somehow kept relatively low, his name sometimes coming out in a desperate whisper as well. apart of him was relieved that they both managed to keep it down, not attracting anyone from the outside, but then there was this other part of him. and that other part was curious what it would be like if he purposely made her moan a little louder, if he made her so intoxicated by him that she’d chant his name like a prayer.
he pulls back from her neck, hovering his face over her hers, feeling her chest heave against his from their shallow breathing. she looked as if she was struggling to contain herself, lips quivering and eyes holding a subtle look of strain. maybe it was the simple sight of her, maybe it was how good she felt wrapped around him, or maybe it was the temptation to take this risk further, but whatever it was, it encouraged him to pull both of legs up further up his waist, changing the angle perfectly so he rammed into that one spot that made her lose any form of common sense.
“xavier-“ she protests, panic twisting her features as an overload of pleasure suddenly comes over her. “i-i can’t-“
“you can. come on. show me how much you’re enjoying this. let everyone left alive at this camp hear. i don’t fucking care anymore.”
“fuck you. this isn’t fair.” she whines, eyes screwing shut. she was seconds away from moaning loudly and surrendering to him in their unspoken game.
“sorry, babe, but i’m not dying without hearing you scream my name as you fall apart.” he murmurs back to her, pace still unrelenting. he even intensifies her pleasure more by snaking a hand between her thighs, applying pressure to her clit.
that was when she couldn’t control herself anymore, letting out a choked cry, which was significantly higher in volume. the girl clutched xavier tighter, sensing the pressure that had been building up within her lower abdomen grow more restless. she trembled, muscles straining underneath her smooth skin while she arched her back, needing to be even closer to him. all the while xavier watched, panting and enjoying the view of the love of his life losing any bit of self control left because of him.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers against his lips, their foreheads coming together as xavier focused fully on his harsh movements.
“go ahead, baby. cum around my cock.” xavier encourages, planting soft kisses along her jawline lovingly. it was getting unbelievably harder to control himself, the way her body felt pressed against his, closer than ever before, wrecking him completely; he was on the brink as well.
with a few more snaps of his hips and radical motions along her clit, she came undone, intense pleasure shooting through her. her toes curled while the rest of her body convulsed underneath him, a loud curse passing her lips before he rendered her speechless. her mouth was left ajar, stunned by the intensity and the blissful feeling of it slowly fading away. the experience was nothing short of extraordinary; he was extraordinary.
xavier exclaimed a rather strident moan himself, the sensation of her pussy pulsating around his dick, hugging him euphorically, sending him right to the edge. he even moves to pull out, knowing he was seconds away from orgasming, but is stopped suddenly by her legs clamping around his waist. this time xavier is the one seeming panic and confused and overwhelmed, looking down to search her decomposed face for answers.
she stares back up with eyes that glimmer of passion, a mixture of lust and love, and he swears he’s never seen anything so compelling. “if we’re risking everything, you might as well cum inside of me.”
“i love you so much.” he cries out before muffling any noise by connecting his lips with hers once more, his impending orgasm finally taking over. she feels his release engulf her insides, mixing with her own, something within itself that makes her feel complete.
he stills after a few more lazy thrusts, collapsing on top of her, the exhaustion of this stressful night catching up with both of them. she raises a hand to play with the few strands of hair that fell out of place during this whole ordeal, calm and comforted in this moment they knew was fleeting.
“is it bad?” he questions after propping his head up, blue eyes sparkling in moonlight- lit room.
she knew he was referring to his hair he spent too much time on in the morning, but decides to let her humor take over. “yes, the sex is bad. this isn’t going to work out.”
“you’re so mean to me,” he mutters, shaking his head from side to side with the faintest hint of a smile. “even after i gave you the best sex of your life.”
she opens her mouth to rebuttal, but abrupt pounding on the cabin door halts any words that would have made their way into xavier’s attentive ears. the boy on top of her jumps up at the sound, sending a frantic glance to the barricaded entrance, watching the wooden door vibrate with each hard knock. she sits up as well, ignoring the liquid mess that slipped from the apex of her thighs and stained the sheets.
another set of persistent collisions, appearing heavier and harsher as they used more of their strength to try to break through, was what sent them both into action. xavier hurriedly throws y/n her shirt before yanking his pants back up his legs, shuffling around a bit to fully get them around his waist and buttoned once more. she has her top back over her head in an instant, rushing to her feet and using her discarded panties to quickly clean herself up.
“that can’t be good,” she whispers, fear altering her tone once more.
“i know. let’s get out of here.” he grabs her hand, leading her to the back of the cabin.
seconds later breeze was flowing through an open window, the curtain fluttering as if it was waving in the pair’s dismissal. and they went on, knowing that whatever they faced, they wouldn’t face it alone.
Jervis + Alice and dubcon without hypnosis
i got a little carried away with this one, but here you go anon! this is my first time writing jervis and alice both, so i'm hoping i did okay! thanks for the prompt :3c
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Michael Langdon NSFW Alphabet
A/N: Here goes as promised 🖤 Thank to everyone who asked for this, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it ^^
I just skipped some bits as they make me uncomfortable, I hope you understand.
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Good Morning (Young!Michael Langdon X Reader)
a lot of people wanted a young!michael x reader, so i had to give the people what they want😋this is pretty short, but i’m planning to write a longer fic with actual sex and a lil bit of an overstimulation kink as requested (michael receiving). i hope y’all like this one tho!
plot: michael gets his first blowjob.
warnings: young!Michael, fem!reader, blowjobs, some fluff
word count: 1.2k
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Sharing a Bed with Xavier Headcanon’s//Part 2
This is the nsfw version~
(God- Please. This gif. His expression, Also his hands.) anyways
SFW BED SHARING COMPANION HEADCANONS / this is part one- read this first! // this is longer than the original and has more ~details~ so I hope you guys like it!
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Soft!Xavier Headcanons
I got a request for some very lovey fluffy soft Xavier. I decided to make it headcanons cause it seemed like the best way to write it. ❤️ thanks anon for the request! (This is fem!reader)
I also did a separate set of smutty ones at the bottom ;)
First of all, Xavier deserves everything in the world and more.
When you first tell him you love him, he’s so surprised he doesn’t believe you.
So you make a point to tell him every day.
He loves wearing cheesy matching colors with you (obviously pink or purple)
He’s always got a hand on you, wrapped around your waist or holding your hand.
All of your friends make jokes about how he’s “whipped,” but he doesn’t care
Cheek kisses for days
FOREHEAD KISSES
Dancing alone in his studio
This boy is definitely touch starved
So he loves to cuddle
He likes laying his head on your thighs so you can run your fingers through his hair.
“My girl”
“My baby”
Cute nicknames for eachother
Love bug 🥺
Sometimes he has bad days
When he thinks he’s not good enough for you
Those days you let him cry
And you hold him and kiss his tears away off his cheeks
CAUSE HE DESERVES TO BE LOVED
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Smutty Headcanon’s (18+)
Private dance lessons
Frequent van trips when he can’t keep his hands to himself
Hickies everywhere
High sex (weed my friends)
Good with his hands
Sometimes he’s self conscious about his body
Cause he’s not shredded like some of their friends
So you always give his softest parts extra attention (tummy 🥺🥺🥺)
This man definitely trims his pubes into shapes
And he offers to do yours
His favorite for you is a heart shape
He doesn’t have a favorite position cause he loves them all
But he is very flexible
So he likes to do crazy positions sometimes
Kama sutra who? Nothing compares to Xavier
He loves seeing you in sheer leggings
Or a sheer one peice
You feel the same way about his extra small shorts he uses for summercize
Probably would fuck you in front of his friends if you were into it
He’s also open to threesomes (or more)
(It’s the 80s, trust me)
But he mostly likes to keep you all to himself
Sexual Healing// Xavier x Fem!Reader x Montana
So tumblr BROKE MY FIC. aNYWAYS
Tumblr randomly delete this. It was so nice.
1700+ words
warnings- Pure filth. That’s it.
sorry to everyone I have to re-tag lol
thank god for a03.
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