MDNI 18+ baran al hashimi inspection kink thoughts fingers in mouth + pussy. mentions of a butt plug. strap is referred to as cock. this came to me in a dream...
baran, who does "checks up" every once in a while when she gets home from work, inspecting your pretty hole and making sure you didn't touch yourself while she was away. smiling when you learned to go full commando in your shorts/skirts once she tugs them down.
spreading your folds while you're bent over the kitchen counter or on her lap while she inspects youâŠđ”âđ« just spreading your cheeks apart and kneading your flesh. softly laughing when she feels you squirm against her for teasing you by rubbing your clit or rimming your hole with her thumb just to get a reaction.
baran who wears gloves. she loves inspecting your mouth while you're on her lap, trying not to hump her thigh the more you get needier as she inspects. opening your mouth to rub her gloved fingers against your teeth, your tongue, gathering saliva as she slightly pulls away to see the string before pushing them back inside. she's so transfixed, getting off to your sounds as you muffle and whine around her gloved fingers, reaching deep to see how much you can take her strap...
baran who makes you wear a butt plugâŠugh. teasing you by tugging it gently and hearing your pretty sounds, how you bat your lashes and try to conceal your noises by biting down your lower lip. it turns baran on to see you like this, praising you for being so well behaved and wearing it to prep you.
"think you're ready to take my cock, sweetie? or should we wait till' tomorrow?" baran asks, middle finger already sliding to slip inside your entrance after getting wet from her words.
thinking about baran teaching santos how to eat you out...
you're sprawled out the bed, legs spread, desperately trying not to buck your hips into your trinity's face as baran's right beside her, instructing trinity in how to eat your pussy.
baran's manicured fingers spread apart your folds opening you up so trinity gets a clear view, her soothing voice makes you feel all putty already despite trinity not having done anything yet.
"see how wet her pussy is, trinity?" baran smiles as she notices just how embarrassed and aroused both you and trinity are, avoiding eye contact as you patiently wait for instructions. "why don't you start rubbing her clit, hmm?"
trinty rubbing your clit and looking up occasionally to watch your face twist in pleasure, seeing how your chest starts to fall a bit heavier.
baran keeps your lips pried before instructing trinity to suck on your clitâpraising her for doing so. meanwhile, baran removes her hand as it sneaks its way up to pinch one of your nipples, cooing as you moan.
instructing trinity to slide her tongue through your folds now, to taste you. you throb the moment you feel trinity's tongue, licking up your wetness that she moans from the tasteâfeeling her pressing her mouth against you more. your thighs quivering between her head as her nose nudges up against your clit. fingers digging into her hair.
baran praising you both as she watches in almost awe, hand still fondling your tit as her eyes are locked on trinity, observing just how trinity's getting off from your taste and you're nearing the edge...
spiderman!nat whoâs in a small band and plays the guitar, and her partner (you) is an artist who does all of the promo/publishes stuff for them. made their band logo and everything, merch included.Â
you know about her identity, all because she started acting strange after a gig. despite your expression of concern, she reassures you it's nothing and just a spider bite as you both go back to your apartment.
only to find her crawling on the walls upon waking up...
spiderman!nat who learns to play your favorite songs upon request.
drawing on spiderman!natâs cast when she broke her arm one time from falling after a fight with a bad guy. she loves all your drawings and keeps every drawing you've given to her so your the first one she's asked to write before everyone. and if her bandmates are lucky enough, there might be some space for them to write on her cast.Â
spiderman!nat who whenever she gets the chance to, sheâs writing out messages where youâre bound to see in the city when youâre out with her webs, saying âi love youâ or âhave an amazing day!â
spiderman!nat who by the end of the day saving the city, just wants to crawl into your arms. she'd take every scolding while you tend to her wounds, knowing that youâre worried about her and her safety despite being a hero.
and every time thereâs a close call, the only person she wants to be near is you. to just soak in your presence, kiss you all over and cuddle with you until she falls asleep in your arms to remind herself that you're still here.Â
nat who is your boyfriend and starts working as an apprentice under a professional tattoo artist right after graduation (has been friends with his mentor for a long time now) :p giving you all the free tattoos and piercings you could possibly want <3 thinking about being his partner who probably has none to one tattoo and itâs small :p unlike nat whoâs all tatted up with full sleeves. you love kissing the tattoos he gets on his top surgery scars once theyâve healed.
nat who enjoys your company whenever days are slow or heâs on his lunch break. appreciates the packed lunches that you bring, where both of you can enjoy munching on while sitting in the back as you two talk about each otherâs day.
nat who does work on himself. can literally be 3AM in your small apartment and you find him giving himself a brand new tattoo while youâre all confused, just came out of bed cause you wanted a cup of water.Â
nat who comes to you for advice on his sketches of potential tats, asks you on how he could make them better or if you get his vision that hopefully his clients would like as well. uses your body as a base reference on where the tats could be, but sometimes it's an excuse to just draw you and see you nude.
nat who asks if youâd be down in getting matching âantlerâ tattoos (to which you said of course). he tats on you first because he honestly finds it intimate. teases you for wanting numbing cream, calls you a âbabyâ but you know it's harmless. keeps one gloved hand on your hip to soothe you as he tattoos on your stomach. youâre impressed by how he easily does it on himself whilst looking in the mirror.
nat who always takes polaroids of his work on you, just for the sake of his portfolio but he keeps a lot that can be found in his wallet and the back of his phone case. one polaroid is normal and the other is a chest tattoo.Â
nat who convinces you to pierce your nipples, does them for free of course. thinking about him doing them at home, reassuring you throughout the process. his tdick honestly throbs at the thought of feeling your pierced nipple in his mouth, already imagining how his tongue swirls around them. he canât wait for nipples to heal <3
always has her mouth on you. the second she comes home after a long shift, she's pulling you close. you could be laying on the couch watching tv and she's already pressing her body up against you all needy. hands hiking up your shirt and unhooking your bra to latch onto your tits.
sucking on your nipples as way to destress. all wet and greedy. by the time she's done your tits are all sore and marked up.
even your fingers! she'd suck on them whenever you two are cuddling or when she's fucking you with her strap.
trinity who could eat you out for hours đ”âđ« getting lost in your pussy that your juices are coated all over her nose and chinâŠmessily sucking on your clit while thrusting her fingers in youâŠshe won't get off of you until you're crying, even if you're already overstimulated...
thinking about trinity purposefully being mean by dragging out your pleasure when she has her fingers inside your cuntâŠ
you don't know where the switch up cameâbefore you and trinity were making out on her bed, getting more freaky as trinity's lips slowly descended to leave wet kisses above your panty line before tugging them down.
you were already soaked from the make out and grinding, waiting for her mouth on you, only to feel trinity's fingers push in and go still, leaving you confused as she pulled out her phone.
she's just being so lazy about it, almost like she's bored and is just scrolling on her phone, cheek resting on your thigh as she puts minimal effort in thrusting her fingers.
you're lucky enough that she occasionally curls her fingers when she remembers what she's doing and hears your whining.
"trinâŠplease, you're being meanâŠ" you buck your hips, trying to get her to notice and thrust harder.
you catch a glimpse of a shit-eating grin on her face as she thumbs your clit, rubbing in circles with slight pressure that makes you feel like you're going to lose it.
trinity making you fuck yourself on her fingers if you want to cum...
pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader
summary: cheating on your boyfriend back with his dealer.
word count: 1144
warnings: nsfw content. mdni. no-crash/college au. cheating (both sides). drug use mentioned (smoking weed). strap-on usage. strap being referred to as dick/cock. blowjob. no mentions of y/n. reader insert. barely proofread, kinda rushed.
Your phone keeps blowing up non-stop. Desperate calls, messages, voicemailsâall from your boyfriend trying to âapologizeâ after getting caught for cheating on you with some girl at a party.
Youâve seen the pictures. On his roommateâs spam account, catching the moment where heâs eating her face in a pool in front of everybody. Another shows them going to a bedroom together, alone.
But youâre too preoccupied.Â
Revenge and need are on your mind; you donât respond, well, havenât responded to him yet because youâre currently gagging on his dealerâs cock.
The strap attached to Natâs hips is all covered in spit and tears; her hands are gripping onto your head, pushing you down to gag and slobber all over. Itâs the hottest sight that Natâs ever seen. And if she actually had a real dick, sheâd be cumming right now.
âHoly shit,â Nat curses as she makes eye contact with your teary, flushed-out face, as the silicone tip nudges against the back of your throat, all the length resting heavy on your tongue. She leaks underneath the harness, clit throbbing each time you bob your head.Â
Lips wet, cheeks hollowed out, and spit bubbling as a ring to where youâre able to reach forms.Â
Nat pants from above, palming her clothed, pierced tit as she praises you. âYouâre doing so good.â
You pull back for a breather, panting as a string of saliva attaches from your lip to the tip of the maroon strap. You lick your lips before crawling upwards to sit on Natâs lap, capturing her lips in a messy kiss as you cup her face.Â
Nat groans against you, gripping onto your hips as her tongue slips in, exploring. Sheâs utterly blissed out from this, and after a few puffs when you came over bawling after you found out.
She held you, comforted you when you ventedâoffered a joint to relax, before one thing led to another.
Nat breaks away, looking down as she watches the way the strap presses against your slick folds. Breath caught in her throat as she looked up at you.
âAre you sure about this, princess?â She pants. Her hands slowly rub up and down your sides before resting on your hips once more. Asking once again to confirm this is exactly what you want.Â
âWeâll stop right now if all of this isââÂ
âI want this.âÂ
You stare at her with heat in your eyes, mixed with pain from what happened earlier, but itâs too late to turn back when youâre so into the moment.
Natâs head lulls back against the pillows, mentally cursing to herself as she thinks of the consequences that will all unfold after. But she lightly taps your hip, gesturing to you to lift yourself.
You lift your hips, watching Nat line up the tip of her strap against your wet entrance. âYou're so wet, fuckâŠâ Nat curses as she pushes the tip inside past your entrance, groaning as if it was her actual dick. She watches your face scrunched up at the small intrusion.
With only the silicone head inside, enveloped by the tight heat of your cunt, Nat has to bite down on her tongue to keep from cumming, trying to be patient as you lower your weight and take inch after inch of her cock.
Once your hips meet and your legs are nestled together on her blankets, you give a slow roll of your hips, leaning a bit back as you ride her strap.Â
Natâs gaze is heavy, her head leaning back as sheâs transfixed by the sight of one of her regularsâ girlfriend stretched out on her strap.Â
Your eyes roll back as you begin to slightly bounce on her length, moaning as you feel Natâs thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it. Your cunt flutters around her.Â
âFuck baby, youâre swallowing me. Your boyfriend doesnât deserve this. Doesnât deserve you.â Nat mumbles the last part out in a ragged breath, lips slightly quirking up into a grin as she catches you slightly arching and whining.
âShit,â you muttered each time you bounce and hit that spongy spot inside.
Itâs long before Nat decides to take the reins, removing her thumb from your clit, hearing a whine from you before you realize what sheâs doing by the firm grab of your hips.Â
Sheâs encouraging you to go faster than your own pace. You start moving, breasts bouncing in time with your weight dropping down on the strap as Natâs nails dig into your soft flesh to encourage you to move harder.
The wet slap of both of your bodies meeting echoes through the dorm room, as well as the creak of the bed, the sound of Nat groaning your name over and over, as if she could really feel your walls squeezing around her.Â
You moan against her mouth, whimpering with each thrust as Nat raises her hips to meet yours. Both already nearing your orgasms, you clench around the silicone and Nat notices as your eyes squeeze tightly shut as you ride.Â
âCum with me, princess.â Nat urges you before capturing your lips in another heated kiss, feeling drunk off of this moment, off of you.Â
The coil in your stomach snaps; your release washes all over you as you still your hips, cumming all over Natâs strap. She groans against you as she meets her high too, but she slows her thrusts.Â
Letting you ride it out as she kisses you more softly, feeling you slump on top of her.Â
After a few moments, Nat gently helps you up off of her, catching a glimpse of how your hole leaks and her strap is all covered in your slick and spit. You nestle against the blankets, smelling the smoke off of them as you rest whilst Nat gets up, removing the harness before walking over to the bathroom, back soon with a clean rag.Â
âYou mind?â she asks, waiting for permission. You give a nod, letting her clean you up before washing up in the bathroom.Â
Your phoneâs still going off. But youâre too tired and not bothered to care to read everything your boyfriendâs sending.Â
Nat returns with a small frown on her face, irritated at the amount of notifications that keep blaring.Â
âYa gonna answer?â
âDonât have the energy.â You covered your eyes with your arm.Â
Nat looks at you before a thought comes to mind. She crawls back into bed, reaching for your phone.Â
She barks out a raspy laugh.Â
âHoly fuck. This dude just sent you over sixty messages and seventy-two callsâŠâ You nearly let out a scoff before you feel her press herself against you, settled back in bed.
You removed your arm, opened your eyes, and saw Nat facing the phone towards you bothâselfie mode on. Showing your afterglow face with mascara smudged.
âLetâs send him something before blocking, princess.â
pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader
summary: lottie drinks more than she should.
word count: 281
warnings: vampire au. blood (feeding/drinking). manipulation. reader is lottie's blood bag ("employee"). no mentions of y/n. reader insert.
Lottie knows this is completely wrong and violates your contract. Feeling guilty.Â
Just a tad bit.
But sheâs doing you a favor! Honestly, you should be thanking her for delaying your time on your way to your date with someâŠgirl.Â
For the past week, whenever you visited for a feeding, you couldn't stop talking about this girl. Each time, Lottie held you closer, driving her fangs deeper into your flesh and draining far more blood than usual.Â
And each time you squirmed when you realized she was taking more than she should, it made her chest painfully tight, where her dead heart couldâve been beating with guilt. But sheâs not sorry.
She never told you she could read minds, and the night you introduced her to the girl youâve been meetingâoh, she practically wanted to lash out after reading the girlâs thoughts about you. Learning that the girl was just with you for the wrong, selfish reasons made her want toâ
But Lottie didnât want a dead girl on her hands.Â
Overwhelmed by jealousy and anger, she knew after this session that youâd be meeting her at a bar. So she purposely overdrank to make you woozy.Â
Of course, Lottie wasnât trying to kill you. She just took enough to make you weak, dependent on her, and forget about your date.Â
âYou canât stand up, silly. Sit down,â Lottie cooed into your ear as you tried to get up after she released you. Your limbs felt heavy and your sight blurry. âSeems like I overdrank, oops. Oh well. Your date? Wellâyou canât go out like this. Youâll get hurt! Just stay for the night, and Iâll take care of you, alright?â
âBaby, can you grab me the vanilla, please?â Lottie says after adding the powdered sugar to the bowl of cream. You look up from stirring the seasoned green beans in the pan, nod, set down the wooden spoon, and put the lid back on to open the nearby cabinet and get the vanilla extract. âOf course,â you replied.Â
Tonight was special. It was your and Lottieâs turn to host a dinner partyâinviting your friends from out of state to catch up, for old timesâ sake. Everyone was visiting New York City to stay a couple of days, all spamming in the group chat that theyâd checked into nearby hotels and were currently getting ready for tonight.Â
After cleaning up your apartment, you both immediately started working on dinner, preparing the roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, cooked greens, and so on. You had a glass or two of red wine as you worked. Lottie did as wellâbut it mightâve been a mistake based on how distracting sheâs gotten with her sappiness, not that you minded.
But each time one of her favorite songs came up from the speaker, Lottie would start singing and dancing a little before pulling you away from what you were doingâbefore reminding her that the food would get burned.Â
Regardless, itâs these kinds of moments you wouldnât trade for anything else in the world.
You walk over to where Lottie stands, mixing the bowl to make whipped cream for the new dessert she wanted to make for the first time. âHere you go,â you said, smiling after handing her the small bottle of vanilla extract. Lottie smiled after accepting it, leaning in to give you a quick peck on your lips as a way of saying âthank youâ.Â
You canât help but lean against the counter, a soft look in your eyes as you watch her add the vanilla extract before whisking everything together.Â
Lottie looks up and laughs, raising an eyebrow. âWhat are you staring at?â You shrug. âJust admiring.â
You chuckle the moment she rolls her eyes, walking over to the fridge to take out the strawberries to wash and rinse.Â
âSo what do you think? Does strawberry shortcake sound good for a wedding cake?â Lottie asks.Â
âWe havenât even tried the cake, Lot.â You laughed, shaking your head as you picked out the biggest strawberries and added them to a big bowl to wash.
âI know, I knowâbut it already sounds appealing!â Lottie exclaimed as she kept on whisking. âThen again, nothing goes wrong with vanilla. But oh, chocolateâŠbut then thereâs marbleâŠâ Then she gasps. âOh, oh, raspberries with lemon sounds good too.âÂ
All of this cake talk makes you think of all the endless flavors you would have to choose one fromâknowing you and Lottie share the biggest sweet tooth, it almost seems impossible.
âThatâs a future problem that weâll worry about, Lot. First, we need to settle on a date.âÂ
âItâs not too soon to settle on a flavor, though.âÂ
But before Lottie could continue, Angel In The Snow by Elliott Smith played. The same song that was playing when you two shared your first kiss. Her eyes immediately lit up after hearing the familiar strumming of the guitar, and she proceeded to mimic the gestures whilst walking towards you. You know where this would lead.Â
âCâmon, Lot, last dance was the last dance. We canât mess around anymore and waste time.â You groan in faux annoyance, but you nonetheless start laughing when Lottie does the motion like sheâs reeling you in before pulling you away from washing the strawberries.Â
âPlease,â she pouts, âitâs our song. We canât just ignore it. This one will be our last dance before we go back to business, I promise.âÂ
Lottie repeatedly pecks your lips to try to convince you to dance with her, and you give in.Â
With an exaggerated sigh, you giggle as she spins you around and pulls you in close. One hand on your waist and the other holding yours up. You two sway in the kitchen, slow-dancing to the song that held every memory you had over the course of four years of being together.Â
From making it official your junior year of collegeâto getting engaged.
You rest your head on her shoulder, eyes closed, just breathing in her scent. You honestly never thought your life would progress this far, especially with the girl youâve crushed on since high school. Â
You feel Lottieâs lips against your head, softly humming along to the tune and smiling before kissing you and murmuring. âCanât wait to tell everyone the news. See all their reactions.â
âGod, I can already imagine Jackie screaming.â You laugh, looking up to meet her eyes. âI already hear it now.â Lottie laughs, meeting your gaze.
You two continued to sway slowly, just in each otherâs embrace, staring into each otherâs eyes before eventually your gaze dropped to each otherâs mouths. The setting, the song, and you in her arms were enough for Lottie to kiss you again. More deeply, more passionately, like she had everything in the world right here. She wrapped her arm around your waist tightly, pressing your body more against hers as the hand that held yours gently cupped your face. Both of your hands rested on her biceps, slightly squeezing as your lips moved in unison.Â
Your lips slightly parted to take a breath, letting Lottieâs tongue slip inside. You moved to wrap your arms around her neck as she pressed you against the counter. Hands now moving to your hips to ground you. Lips soft like pillows that tasted like wine you had not long ago. The intimacy makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.Â
Both you and Lottie pull away for a breather, holding each other close before Lottie cups your face and you notice something in her eyes that beams with love and heat. âI love you,â she murmurs before kissing you again, long enough that you break away to say, âI love you more.â
Taking it all in for another minute, you sigh, smiling, âAlright, we need to get back on track, seriously. Now, go finish making the whipped cream.â But you catch a familiar glint in Lottieâs eye, one that screams mischief after the heated makeout sesh.Â
Because next thing you knowâLottie reaches for the bowl, grabbing the whisk and flicking some cream, having some land on your cheek. âWhoops,â she shrugged, grinning as she gathered a bit of cream from the whisk to try for herself. âHmm, not bad.â
You laughed and wiped it off, but the look in her eyes said she had other plans rather than resuming what you two were meant to finish.
Before you could react, Lottie backed you against the counter again, grabbed the bowl of whipped cream, and dipped two fingers into it. She slowly dragged them down the front of your shirt, leaving a sticky white trail between your breasts. âOops,â she whispered with a wicked smile.
Your breath hitched, eyes slightly widening as you felt the rush of heat spread across your cheeks and body. âLot, what are you doing?â you asked, but were met with silence.Â
Lottie tugged your shirt up and over your head, then unhooked your bra with ease. Cool whipped cream was swirled over your nipples, nearly making your knees buckle, then lower, across your stomach, dipping into your navel. You shivered as she added more, painting messy lines over your warm skin. Then she dropped to her knees.
That familiar sight made you swallow.Â
Her tongue dragged slowly over your stomach, licking up the sweet cream in long, soft strokes. She hummed happily as she cleaned every drop, then moved higher, wrapping her lips around one cream-covered nipple and sucking gently. You let out a small gasp, biting your lower lip as Lottie moaned around your areola.Â
âMmmâŠit tastes better on you,â she murmured against your skin, pulling away for a brief moment with a small string of saliva mixed with cream attached before diving back in.
She kept goingâlicking and sucking the whipped cream off your breasts, your ribs, your stomachâuntil you were panting and gripping the edge of the counter. When she finally reached lower and spread a little more cream just above your waistband, you knew you two werenât going to finish making dinner anytime soon.
âB-baby,â you breathed, trying not to buck your hips for her touch with need. âWe need to finish making dinner.â
But her kisses and licks were relentless. âThe party wonât start in two hours. Donât worry, we have time. Besides, weâll have to wash up either way.â
She looked up at you with cream still on her lips and grinned, fingers itching to tug down the waistband of your sweats. âDo you want me to keep licking a little lower?â
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