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CHERRY GLOSS AND CIGARETTES
bf!rafe cameron x bimbo reader
she walked like sin on satin heels. bubblegum gloss, glitter on her lids, and that tiny pink mini barely covering her ass. everything about her said trouble, but rafe? he was the kind of boy who begged for it.
she twirled her gum around her finger like it was a cigarette and rafe cameron swore she was made in a lab. a doll. a daydream. a walking heart attack in heels that clicked when she walked toward him, always toward him.
“hi baby,” she purred, soft and sweet like cotton candy melting on the tongue.
he was leaning against his truck, hands shoved in his pockets, but the second she got close, all that fake nonchalance went out the window. she was wearing his varsity jacket over her outfit. god, she looked like a fantasy — his fantasy.
“you wearin’ that just to kill me?” he asked, voice low, gravelly, eyes drinking her in like she was his favorite kind of poison.
“no,” she said, giggling. “but if i did, would you die happy?”
rafe smirked, stepped forward, cupped her cheeks in those big, rough hands and tilted her head back like she was something precious. “i’d die fuckin’ euphoric, princess.”
she gasped all dramatic, plush lips parted like she was in one of those old romance films. “you’re soooo obsessed with me.”
“can you blame me?” he murmured, eyes flicking down to her lips. “look at you. you’re like... the end of the world.”
she blinked up at him, lashes thick and fake and flirty. “i don’t even know what that means.”
he laughed. soft. stupid. completely enchanted. “means you’d be the last thing i’d wanna see before the apocalypse.”
she tilted her head, letting that process with her glossed-up, bubble-brain pout. then she grinned like sunshine. “aww, baby, that’s soooo sweet.”
rafe kissed her like a man possessed. slow and messy and full of hunger. her gum got caught between their tongues, but she didn’t care. she moaned into it, fingers tangled in his golden hair, hips bumping into his, all heat and perfume and pink-sugar chaos.
he pressed her up against the truck door, his jacket falling off her shoulders, but she didn’t fix it. just kept looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
“you smell like strawberries,” he muttered, burying his nose in her neck. “you’re gonna ruin me.”
“duh,” she said, giggling. “that’s, like, the plan.”
he groaned, head thudding against her shoulder. “you have no idea what you do to me.”
she bit her lip. “i do. that’s why i wear the little skirts.”
he looked down at her legs — long, smooth, tan, perfect — and nearly whined. she hooked one over his thigh, pouting up at him.
“you gonna take me to the diner or just keep kissing me till i’m dizzy?”
“both,” he said, without a beat. “diner first. dizzy later. maybe both at once.”
the neon motel sign flickered outside like a dirty promise. room 7 smelled like smoke and lemon cleaner, but rafe couldn’t care less.
not with her sitting on the edge of the bed in her thigh-high socks and panties, reapplying her gloss like they weren’t about to ruin the room.
“you look like a dream,” he muttered, kicking off his boots.
“i am a dream,” she said, smacking her lips. “and you’re so lucky i picked you to have me.”
“i’d thank god if i thought he had anything to do with it,” he murmured, crawling between her legs. “but i know you’re way too good for heaven.”
she giggled, squealed when he grabbed her thighs and dragged her closer.
“careful! i just did my nails.”
“then you better hold onto the headboard, baby,” he growled, yanking her panties down with his teeth, “cause i’m about to make you forget your name.”
she gasped, tossed her head back, eyes all heavy-lidded and pretty while he buried his face between her thighs. one hand in his hair, the other clawing at the sheets, high-pitched moans falling from her lips like a pop song stuck on repeat.
“rafe— ohmygod, rafe—”
he hummed against her, grinning, totally feral. “say it again.”
“rafe,” she whined, “baby, baby, please.”
he pulled back just long enough to look up at her, lips shiny with her gloss and her. “you look so fuckin’ pretty like this. all messy for me.”
she blinked down at him, face flushed, hair a mess, and god, he wanted to take a picture. frame it. tattoo it on his chest.
“come here,” she whispered.
he climbed up over her, hand slipping under her bra, squeezing just to make her gasp. she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she owned him — which she did.
he slid in slow, thick and deep, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths.
“god,” he hissed, “you’re so— tight— fuck—”
“told you i was a dream,” she whispered, biting his lip. “don’t wake up, baby.”
he laughed. “never could.”
they moved together like it was choreography. like a vintage tape left on repeat — her moaning his name, rafe whispering mine, mine, mine in her ear, her pink nails scratching down his back, her lips parted just enough to look obscene.
when she came, it was loud and pretty and perfect. when he did, he swore he saw stars.
after, she laid on his chest, tracing hearts on his skin.
“you’re, like, so obsessed with me,” she mumbled, yawning.
“you don’t even know the half of it,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
and when she fell asleep, lips parted, cheeks pink, hair a mess, rafe just stared at her like she was everything. because to him? she was.
and he'd burn the world down just to keep her soft and spoiled and smiling like that.
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baby girl
rafe treats y/n like she’s made of glass. like she’s something soft, delicate—something his.
and she lets him. because how could she not? when he’s always looking at her like that? when his touch is always so gentle?
like now—when she pouts at him from the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips pursed in that way that makes him weak.
“what?” he asks, fighting back a smirk, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.
“you didn’t let me carry the bags.”
rafe exhales, shaking his head. “because you don’t need to. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you carry heavy shit, huh?”
y/n huffs, turning to the window. “they weren’t even that heavy.”
and that’s when he knows—she’s just being a brat.
so he leans over at a red light, pressing a kiss to her temple. “my sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips dragging down to her jaw. “so spoiled, huh?”
she mumbles something under her breath, but he catches it—“not spoiled.”
he just grins. “nah, you are, angel. i made you that way.”
because he does spoil her. carries her bags, opens her doors, pulls her into his lap just because. worships her. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
so when they get home, and she starts trying to grab the shopping bags again, he just tuts, plucking them right out of her hands.
“what did i say, baby?”
she pouts up at him. “but—”
rafe just shakes his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “no buts. let me take care of you.”
she lets out a dramatic sigh but doesn’t argue, instead watching as he carries all the bags inside like it’s nothing.
“you know,” she says, plopping onto the couch, stretching like a cat, “i could have helped.”
rafe raises a brow, setting the bags down before making his way over to her. “oh yeah?”
“yeah.”
he hums, settling beside her, pulling her into his lap with ease. “but you like when i baby you, huh?”
she rolls her eyes, but he sees the way her lips twitch, how she doesn’t move away when he starts pressing slow, lazy kisses to her neck.
“admit it,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “you like being my spoiled little baby girl.”
she exhales, tilting her head slightly as he keeps kissing, hands gripping at his shirt.
“maybe.”
rafe chuckles, pulling back to look at her. “yeah?”
she shrugs, playing with the collar of his shirt, but when she finally looks up, she’s got that look in her eyes—the one that makes him weak. the one that tells him she’s just as obsessed with him as he is with her.
so he kisses her—slow, deep, like he’s got all the time in the world.
when they finally pull apart, he brushes a thumb over her cheek, voice soft. “good girl.”
-
now she’s curled up in his lap, fingers lazily playing with the chain around his neck, lips slightly swollen from how he’d kissed her stupid just moments ago.
and he can’t help himself.
his hands roam—slow, lazy, like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand resting on the small of her back, the other tracing patterns along her bare thigh, dipping beneath the hem of her shorts.
“you tired, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, knowing.
y/n hums, blinking up at him, looking dazed, floaty. “a little.”
he smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “you wanna nap?”
she makes a noise, nuzzling closer, pressing her face into his neck. “mmm. just wanna sit here.”
and his heart melts.
because she’s never really said it, but he knows—knows she feels safest when she’s with him, tucked against him like this, wrapped up in his warmth.
so he just hums, rubbing slow circles into her back. “yeah? my lap comfy, huh?”
she nods, sighing contentedly. “mhm. best seat in the house.”
rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “yeah, ‘cause it’s your seat, angel.”
she doesn’t respond, but the way she sighs again, soft and sweet, is enough.
he keeps holding her, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes against her skin, lips pressing light, fleeting kisses to her temple, her forehead, her jaw.
and when he feels her breathing even out, feels her relax completely in his arms, he knows she’s drifted off.
he smiles to himself, tightening his hold just a little, letting his head rest against the couch.
yeah, he thinks, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. he could hold her like this forever.
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rafe doesn’t move—not even an inch. not when his leg starts going numb, not when his arm starts to tingle. because y/n is asleep, all warm and tucked against him, and he’d rather die than wake her up.
his baby girl—soft, sweet, always pressed up against him like she belongs there. (she does.)
he’s careful as he shifts just slightly, just enough to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. she stirs a little, sighing in her sleep, pressing closer.
rafe just smiles, running a thumb over her cheek. she looks so peaceful like this, face smushed against his chest, lips parted, lashes fluttering faintly.
he has to kiss her.
so he does—just a light press of his lips to her forehead, lingering for a second before pulling away.
but she feels it.
she exhales softly, shifting in his lap, stretching like a cat before blinking up at him, still sleepy, still floaty.
“…how long was i out?” her voice is quiet, groggy.
rafe grins, brushing some hair from her face. “’bout an hour.”
her brows furrow slightly. “you let me sleep that long?”
“‘course i did, angel.” his fingers move down, tracing the side of her neck, his voice dropping slightly. “you looked too pretty to wake up.”
her lips part slightly, and rafe knows he’s got her.
he smirks, dragging his hand down her arm, slow, teasing. “feel good?”
y/n nods, still dazed, blinking at him like she’s not sure if she’s awake or still dreaming.
rafe hums, tilting his head. “yeah? what feels good, baby?”
she exhales. “you.”
and he’s done for.
he cups her face, tilting it up as he leans in, lips brushing hers—soft, teasing. “yeah?”
“mhm.” her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt weakly, like she’s trying to pull him closer, but he’s already as close as he can be.
“wanna kiss?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.
she nods again, breath hitching slightly. “please.”
rafe grins before finally—finally—closing the distance, kissing her soft and slow, like he’s got all the time in the world.
because he does. because he’s not going anywhere.
when they finally pull apart, she exhales, nuzzling into him, hands still fisted in his shirt.
rafe just chuckles, running a hand down her back. his baby girl.
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y/n trying to smoke
love bites
teaching y/n how to kiss
Warning: sexual content, unprotected sex, sex toys?
Your bunny boyfriend acts all sweet, innocent, and shy around other people, whether they're strangers, friends, or family. Simply the perfect bunny.
But when you're alone, he becomes a completely different person. His libido increases a thousandfold, and all he thinks about is fucking you. In seconds, he'll bend you down on any soft surface so he can fuck you to his heart's content, whether it's the bed, the sofa, or that fur rug he begged you to buy.
Your bunny boyfriend really enjoys pretending you're his dirty bunny. He makes you wear furry bunny ears (which he bought at a costume shop), furry thigh-high stockings, and a white pom-pom-shaped anal plug that looks just like his own.
He has you face down, ass up, drooling on the sheets as he vigorously fucks you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your smooth skin. He groans and moans, biting his lip as he watches the pom-pom on your ass quiver when your anus contracts and loosens around the metal.
“Y-you... you have to –ugh... k-keep it inside you... n-naughty bunny...”
All you can do is moan as his cock hits your sweet spot again and again. Your hands grip the sheets, his fat balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, leaving a red mark on your fuzzy skin. The wet, dirty sound of slaps fills the room along with the thick smell of sex. His cock throbs inside you, his movements becoming more erratic, feverish like a real bunny in heat. He pinches your clit, making your eyes roll back.
“C-cum on, bunny... c-cum on right now... so your h-husband... can cum inside... y-you...”
His fingers rub and pinch your clit, right where his thick cock goes in and out of you. Your belly clenches and an electric shock travels through your pussy. You come with a sharp moan, your juices soaking his cock, dripping from his balls. The sensation makes his eyes roll back. With one last thrust, he cums, strands of warm, thick semen filling you. His tail twitches and quivers, as do his ears. Looks like you two will have a litter of bunnies very soon ♥︎
fred would absolutely be into fucking you when you're asleep(with your consent).
"i know you're sleepy love but can i just feel you for a bit? i promise you won't have to do anything, i'll be gentle, just want to be in you so bad." he knows you'll always mumble a quiet yes, he's asked you many times to make sure it's still okay. he places soft kisses down your neck as he hears your small sighs and whimpers and runs his hands over your body delicately, occasionally ghosting his fingertips down to brush against your clit. he knows at this point you're deep asleep but he whispers in your ear, "you're so warm sweetheart, i love you so much" causing you to get goosebumps.
soon enough he's sliding his cock inside of you, trying to suppress his groan. you whimper again and fred presses his face in your hair, stifling any noises and smelling your shampoo causing him to get more turned on as he slowly pushes into you, letting you become accustomed to his size before he starts thrusting, leisurely and deep. as he gets closer he holds you closer and spills inside you, because not only does this man need you in your sleep but he also needs to breed you. he quickly falls asleep with you in his arms.
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18+ men who cry when they eat you out!! - tw dacryphilia
He’s on his knees between your thighs, shoulders trembling before his mouth even touches you. The first long, slow lick makes his breath hitch—sharp, almost pained, and when he presses his tongue flat against your clit, a low, broken sound escapes him. Not a moan. A sob. Muffled against your wet heat, shoulders shaking harder as he laps at you like a man starved and grieving at the same time.
Tears slip down his cheeks, warm and silent, mixing with your slick on his jaw. He doesn’t stop. Can’t stop. His hands clutch your hips like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded while he cries into your pussy; soft, ragged whimpers vibrating through your core every time he sucks your clit between his lips.
You thread your fingers through his hair, gentle, and he shudders harder, another quiet sob muffled right against your entrance as his tongue pushes inside. He’s messy, desperate, cheeks streaked and shining, eyes squeezed shut like the taste of you is too much and not enough all at once. “Fuck,” he chokes out against you, voice wrecked and wet, “you taste so good—please—please don’t stop me—”
He’s crying openly now, tears dripping onto your thighs as he buries his face deeper, tongue working frantically, nose pressed to your clit. Every sob makes his whole body jerk, but he never pulls away. If anything, he presses closer, like he’s trying to crawl inside you, like the only place he belongs is here, drowning in you. When you come, hard, thighs clamping around his ears, he breaks. A full, helpless sob tears out of him as he licks you through it, drinking every pulse, every gush, crying harder with gratitude or overwhelm or both.
His face is a mess, red-rimmed eyes, tear tracks, your slick smeared across his lips and chin, but he looks up at you like you’ve just given him salvation. He doesn’t speak right away. Just rests his wet cheek on your inner thigh, breathing shakily, still sniffling while his hands stroke your sides in slow, reverent circles. Eventually, he whispers, hoarse and thick, “Thank you,” against your skin, like you’ve done something holy by letting him fall apart on his knees for you.
Brats Get Punished (Emmett Cullen X Vampire!Reader Smut)
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Kinktober Day 6: Spanking
Summary: Feeling a bit bored, you decide to act a bit bratty towards Emmett. After school, he drives you out to your secret spot and gives you a big reminder as to why you should behave.
A/N: Reader has hair long enough to pull. Ended on a cliffhanger bc i didn’t want this to be more face fucking focused than spanking
C/W: impact play, outdoor sex, oral (male!receiving), brat!reader x brat tamer!emmett, maybe mean/ooc emmett, mentions of teasing/groping in public, degrading, size kink, light thigh riding, sir kink, mentions and alludes to face fucking, some cock worship i think idk man, mention of a safe word
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“You think it’s funny to try and tease me in the middle of class?” Emmett hissed, another thundering smack landing on your sore behind. The hand that wasn’t delivering the spanks held your naked, writhing body over his knee, preventing you from escaping your punishment. “Wanted attention so bad, you couldn’t wait until school was over to try to play with my dick.”
“Emmett, I- ah!” You yelped after another spank. “I said I was sorry.”
Your man!
-Steve is not a tit man, he is not an ass man, he is a you man smut, fem reader! Spanking, ass play, tit fucking, oral (kinda) m receiving! No y/n, not proof read! This feels filthy to me, enjoy!
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"So boobs, or butts?" asked Robin.
"Huh? What?" Steve was actually busy, stacking shelves, something Robin should've been doing if she wasn't leaning over the counter, flipping through some trashy magazine.
She rolled her eyes because Steve just wasn't joining in on the joke. "Boobs or bum, it's a simple question, Harrington?"
Simple question, sure. "Well, in what context?"
Dreams, Answered 𝜗𝜚
Despite your innocence and shyness: your bashful smiles and timid giggles, this is what you need. Being his good girl, his princess, his darling is what you crave more than anything else. To be owned by Steve is all your dumb little brain has ever dreamed of.
Pairing - Steve Harrington x innocent!Reader
Warnings - 18+; mdni !! Steve’s POV. Smut without a plot. Handjob & finger sucking. Mentions of spit and cum and tears, and a shit ton of praising and nicknames, with a little dumbification here and there. All characters are 18+.
Word count - 1K
A/N - My loves, I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. This is just a wee bit of something I wrote quickly to tip my toes into this trope. If you enjoy it, let me know, and I might just have to write some more.
"Spit in your hand."
Steve watches as your lips part ever so slightly, a knit of a confused frown forming between your pretty brows. "Steve—?"
"I know, baby. I know it feels messy, but you wanna make me feel good, don't you?" His words are chuckled against your lips as he hovers over you.
Underneath him, with your pretty eyes gazing up at him and your back pressed against your flowery bed sheets you look only ever sweeter.
How would the hanks hector and skips react to the homeowner wearing a bunnygirl outfit
i lovf bunny gurls
Hanks, Hector, and Skips W/ Playboy Bunny Outfit!
warnings; nsfw/18+, poly relationship, switch! characters, sub characters, dom characters, size kink mention, slight predator/prey kink, tit play, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, bj/oral (male receiving) (the hanks have more bc they have more ppl to write abt... also sorry, i have yet to fully figure out how skips talks yet lol)
You hadn’t thought too much of it when your best friend and coworker, Sam, offered you a box of old clothes - ones that she had mentioned getting from a relative, but who apparently was unaware of Sam’s actual clothing size. Just like that, you had somehow managed to become the owner of the said box of random clothes and junk.
You hadn’t actually been hoping to find anything decent in the box, hell- you didn’t even know if you and Sam’s relatives would have the same style, but hey, who are you to pass up the chance of finding some free, nice clothes? Maybe something vintage or expensive you could pawn off!
That’s how you spent your evening after a long shift, on your bed, rose-tinted glasses on the bridge of your nose, and absorbed in tossing the clothes into any one of three piles: sell, donate, and lastly, keep… That specific pile doesn’t seem particularly hopeful, aside from some earrings, a small tie, and a pair of plain heels. The sight makes you groan to yourself in frustration, but there’s one last hope as you peer inside the last package in the mostly-empty box.
The package is obviously small, but it has some weight to it as you pick it up. It looks like it may have been opened once, but the plain box looks otherwise untouched, but that changes as you shrug and open it with as much interest as if you had been anything else in the box, not much. However, the sight of the insides were rather eye-catching…
It was a small outfit- literally! The main attraction was made up of a black, satin bodysuit with lace-up sides, and even without trying it on, you can clearly see the neckline plunges. The heels and tie make sense as you find the matching white cuffs. With a bit of extra scrounging through the “donate” pile, you find the black bunny ears you had earlier dismissed, assuming it was a kid’s Halloween prop or something. It had a whole new meaning now, though, as you find yourself with an almost complete bunnygirl costume! Judging by the box, this had rarely seen the light of day ever, much less been worn, as the tags were still attached to the inside of the bust.
You had no idea when exactly you’d be wearing it, but you just had to try it on! Who knows, if it fits, the thing may find its way stuffed into your own closet. It’s too good to just let go of without at least trying! With that, you slide off your bed and quickly strip, kicking off your shorts, tossing your cotton shirt to the side. Once naked, you tentatively grab the soft, expensive fabric and carefully slide your legs through the holes before sliding it up, over the soft fat of your ass, making sure it wasn’t twisted and could hold your breasts properly. Once that’s done, you get to work on the cuffs, the tie, and last- but certainly not least- the bunny ears!
You look through the mirror, catching a glimpse of Dorian peering away with a soft blush, and Amir sings your praises per usual. It’s sweet, and you have to admit you do feel confident in the attire. It hugs your curves just right, as if it had been made specifically for you! You even go back to get the heels you’d found as well, a cute but plain pair of black kitten heels.
The Hanks
The Hanks would’ve just been coming back from their evening adventure, chattering excitedly - something about sliding down the stair rail? It sounds so much more fun than having to go to work. They can’t wait to see their house-babe, telling you about said adventure while you complain about customers to them.
The Hanks walk in close against each other, as if the space between them was illegal. Hank 3 is the first one to notice you (because of course he is), stopping in his tracks and being uncharacteristically quiet while blocking the others' way from getting inside. This blockage manages to get all of their attention, looking forward to seeing what the problem is.
The problem? Well, there is none, but you certainly look ready to melt into the floor, standing like- fittingly- a rabbit frozen. The mirror behind you doesn’t help, allowing all of them a nice view of how the satin suit clings tightly to your ass as well as your tits - although you bring your hands up to cover yourself.
The Hanks are big fans, their playful chattering melting into weirdly quiet, hungry looks as they collectively give you what feels like the most intimidating silence of all time, and it feels like years before they finally break the temporary persona to crowd and press themselves against you
3 presses his chest against your back, biting his lip while his hands wander down to your hips and just a hair away from grabbing your ass. The only reason he’s not grabbing a whole handful is because of 1, occupying your front and reaching behind to grope you shamelessly. They’re all talking, incessantly filling your ears with praise that makes you burn, 5- standing to your right side as 1 and 3 pin you between them- is the first that you actually manage to hear, though. “Where’d this come from, babe? It looks…” 4 interrupts him, poking at you, “You look bad as hell!”
You let out a huffy but amused groan, bringing a hand to your face to rub it, but 5 grabs it, entangling your fingers and pressing his smiling lips against the back of your hand playfully. You roll your eyes, refusing to actually look at them, “Shush, I was just- trying it on, I don’t know about keeping it-” 3 lets out a gasp that sounds loud against your ear, as if you just told them you personally created cancer. He digs his fingers into your hips further, rubbing his thumbs to play with the laces on the sides of your bodysuit, “Keep it!” It comes off a bit demanding, rushed, but he quickly corrects himself with a grin, still insistent, “I mean, we can help you come to a decision, can’t we, babe?”
And do they convince you! With a nod and a quiet, flustered “Go ahead”, 1 gives you the biggest grin while picking you up and stepping towards the bed.
1 drops you with a small “umph!” on the mattress, mouthing at your mouth, jawline, all the way down to your neck, right above the little white collar. His beard is scratchy, his mouth hot and wet against your skin. He eventually moves, getting up so he can take his shirt off (God, those back muscles…), 2 and 5- both naked- get on either side, manhandling you on yours as well.
With 2 behind you, 5 in front, and being stared down at hungrily by 1, 3, and 4, it feels suffocating. 2 continues pressing kisses on the back of your neck, down your spine while rutting his leaking cock against your backside, his hands sliding along your sides. 5 isn’t faring much better, sloppily taking over your mouth, sliding his tongue through your plump lips, and tugging the top of the suit down enough for your tits to be released. Through the spit and muffled gasps, 5 praises you through it.
You don’t see it until the bottom half of your body is being twisted, legs spread so 4 can drop onto his knees. He's eager, always so goddamn happy to shove his face in your pussy - even if, with the body suit, he can’t actually shove his tongue inside your folds… At least, that’s what you think before shoving two fingers under where the suit seems to meld into your skin, pulling the fabric to the side just enough to land a big, fat lick directly on your clit. You gasp, mouth falling open as you move your hips, unsure if you want more or if you want to call it quits when faced with the almost obsessive slurps, but 5 eagerly swallows every moan that slips out.
“Shit,” 3 huffs, spitting on the palm of his hand, watching the scene intensely while fisting his cock, doing little to actually soothe the throbbing. “Pretty- Pretty bunny, babe. I wish you had a tail, then we could really see you bounce-”
Skips
Even if he doesn’t make himself visible to you, you’re aware of the fact that Skips is constantly following you throughout the house, watching you while you sit on top of the bed with the box. You talk to him, sorting through the clothes with varying reactions to them, tossing them to any of the three piles with ease.
He’s not paying too much attention to what you’re doing, is comfortable just being in the same room as you right now, and it’s not until you pause midway through talking to him that he glances towards you. However, you’re quick to turn around with the biggest grin on your face, hiding the package.
“‘Don’t look.’” Skips repeats your words, turning around so his back faces you without much argument, “As you wish, penumbra, but… Why?” The way he faces the shadowy corner reminds you, comedically, of a child put in time out. The man picks at his arm warmers while waiting for permission, curious as to what you have planned.
Skips can hear you shuffling, resisting the urge to turn around when you stumble and huff in frustration, counting every molecule of the wall while waiting. Even when you do, he’s a bit slow, but still eager to see what surprise you have.
Skips’ eyes immediately land on the bodysuit hugging your body tightly, his mouth dries immediately, while you lean forward to allow him a view of your cleavage. He doesn’t even respond properly for a few seconds, a bright yellow blush spreading over his cheeks. “Penumbra-” He swallows, glancing up at your face, down, up, down… Over and over again, trying desperately to be better than what he knows he is, but alas, his cock had begun to hurt before he’d even known it.
You drop to your knees from where you stand, landing with a soft thud! Onto the rug, maintaining heavy, hot eye contact with half-lidded eyes as you crawl forward and towards the skinny man. Skips bites his lip, stepping back in time as you come closer, making his way backwards towards the bed, sitting back on it before spreading his legs for you to settle in between.
Unzipping his pants is easy, but he makes it impossible to maintain the heated eye contact you were trying to keep. Every time Skips manages to meet your eyes, he's immediately glancing away with a soft noise. So, instead, you kiss his inner thighs through his tight jeans while his blush grows worse, especially when his grayish, throbbing cock is released from its prison.
"Watch." It's a soft, hardly a command, but he does exactly what you tell him to, watching with bated breath as you bow your head and take it inside. Skips' hand comes to the top of your head, resting on the space between your faux bunny ears, gently pushing you down further as he mumbles encouragements.
"Good-" Skips lets out a deep breath as you take his cock in further, your soft hands placed on both of his thighs. He eyes the mirror behind you, appreciating the soft arch of your back, "Breathtaking, penumbra- You feel so good. You always do-" He moans as you suck harder, bucking his hips.
Hector
Hector is, obviously, in your vents while you're sorting through the box. It's not a very talkative hangout, busying himself with writing (fanfic, about you, of course) and occasionally giving his opinion about what you should keep and what you should toss when you ask.
It's incredibly peaceful, enjoying each other's company - Until you get up, asking him to not peek while you try something on. It's not a common ask, but Hector isn't quick to just assume anything is wrong... Okay, he does assume something's wrong, but the mischievous grin on your face dissuades him.
Hector shifts in the vent, disappearing into the shadows, "Alright, my love, I promise I won't peek." Even with the vent in the way, you can imagine him holding his hands up to prevent even an accidental glance. He's curious, but the want he feels to want to listen and to please you overrides any curiosity.
After a few minutes, Hector goes back to writing, immersing himself to drown out the noise of your drawers moving, shifting and shuffling, the occasional noise - a zipper, at some point, and it's only then that you call on him.
At the soft call of his name, like a dog, Hector perks up. Your voice is breathy, the voice you use when you want something, a voice that Hector has become very familiar with.
The sight makes Hector pause, breath becoming heavier, leaning forward until his nose is practically brushing against the metal. You're on your bed, the box and piles of clothes pushed off the mattress entirely to make room and- oh...
You're smirking up at the vent, staring directly into Hector's soul with a smug look - you know that you're driving him nuts. You make a show of spreading your thighs, letting your hand drag down, trailing over your flesh until you reach your barely clothed cunt, where the bodysuit hugged you tightest. It's a little uncomfortable, but the feeling of the weight of Hector's eyes drinking in the view convinces you to keep going.
Hector gazes intensely at your hand reaching for your vibrator, the same one he's seen you cum for too many times to count. The idea of it has his cock twitching - you've known of him watching you, but you've never put on a show just for him. The cute, silky ears on your head add to the way the suit hugs you just right - he has to admit, strangely, his favorite part has to be the pretty collared tie and the cuffs around your wrists, though. There's something incredibly sensual and soft about your hands, and Hector finds himself transfixed on the way you drag the vibrating wand against your clit, through the suit.
Hector finds his own hand reaching to grope at the bulge in his pants, moaning under his breath. It's hardly the deep, sexy voice you're used to hearing when he's in the vent, but it's equally as desirable, knowing he can't even keep his little persona up.
"Please," Hector mumbles, getting louder, voice deepening as he tries to maintain some control, "Go slow, press it- Press that vibrator against your clit and-" He talks you through, and you obey despite having initially wanted to be the one controlling the scene. You can't help yourself, though, because you just know that Hector is going to make sure you feel amazing, and he does. "- Now pull it away. You look like a painting, my love, you're a good girl."
You press the wand harder against your clit, after teasing yourself relentlessly, per Hector's instructions. Your arms and legs feel a bit numb, and you feel tears welling up - as childish as it may seem, you hadn't even realized how worked up this would make you. Thankfully, Hector appears to be close as well, his voice incredibly shaky as he moves his slicked hand against his cock.
"Cum- cum, cum, cum, my love, cum on your toy-" Hector forces his eyes to stay open, only allowing himself to hang onto his sanity long enough to eat up the sight of you crying out, the headband on your head slipping off as you tilt your head back.
hello!!! this is not a request but i was just wondering if you like any other date everything fics or fic writers, or dispatch fics or fic writers? your writing is so good i will go running to whoever you recommend aahhhhhh
Not a problem, babe!! I'm glad I'm trusted with this lmao - I will say, I tend to read character/character (I'm sitting in my imaginary cuck chair WITHOUT shame), but I'll have the ship written out as well on if it's reader or character!
I put down specific fics, but I recommend checking out all of these authors<3
MOST OF THIS IS SMUT, please mind their DNI's, guidelines, and if their requests/thirsts/etc. are open or not!!!
Warnings; Nsfw/18+, it's getting late for me, so I stopped but i'll likely come back and do a bigger recommendations post if it's wanted
Date Everything!
"No Nut November? What, like we're allergic?" by milkmustache64 on ao3 - The Hanks/reader (I talked to this lovely person a bit yesterday, and I love the way they write The Hanks)
"Balls Deep and Breathless" by ClownCar420 on ao3 - The Hanks/Dirk Deveraux
"Tied Up" by anonymous on ao3 - The Hanks/Dirk Deveraux (From the series "Fuck me up, baby, bring your friends")
"Fire Hazard" and "Electrocuted" by @sugxto - Eddie/Volt/Reader (OBVIOUSLY they're a staple when it comes to Breaker Box smut, all of their work is absolutely delicious! These two are just my favs)
"In Your Reflection" by Long_Furby6 on ao3 - Amir/Hector/Reader
"Eyes On Me, Baby" by sleepymothafterhours on ao3 - Eddie/Volt/Reader
"'Cause I'm Alive, Live Wire!" by kit_kat_katie07 on ao3, it IS cross-posted on tumblr ( @kit-kat-katie ) - Eddie/Volt/Reader
Dispatch
"Fuck Me Up" by ClownCar420 on ao3 - Flambae/Sonar
"8 Hours A Day" by dyn42ty on ao3 - Flambae/Robert
"Pegger, Not the Peggee" by smokingbears on ao3 - Invisigal/Robert
"Tripled Synergy" by KittyInATopHat on ao3 - Blonde Blazer/Robert/Invisigal
"Alien Sex-Ed 101" by anonymous on ao3 - Robert/Phenomaman
"My Hands Are Not Clean (They Can Still Carry You Home)" by Arcturus_Ish on ao3 - Flambae/Robert
"Half Man, Half Bat, All Freak" by OldPigeonn on ao3 - Sonar/Robert
Misc. (general accounts that I love, random fics from various other fandoms, etc.)
@neonbluehazardsign - he writes drabbles for dispatch and date everything, the fluffier ones are SUPER sweet, and the smutty ones are delicious, I swearrrr<3 just scrolling through his posts sometimes makes me happy tbh
@thehoneycrypt - mainly The Hanks from DE, their writing is just a general joy to read tbh - all of their fluff OOZES sunshine yk??
@moviecritc - I personally read their Dispatch (like Blonde Blazer/Munch! reader or Blonde Blazer/Robert/Reader), but she writes for DC Comics, JJK, and more (I'm not even into JJK as a fandom, but I loved her works sm that I've read most of them)
CraxkersXX on ao3! I've never seen someone post art/comics on ao3, but they drew a couple of really good Hazbin Hotel comics. The art style is SO good! (specifically, really like Challenge Accepted (Lucifer/Vox) and Belly Rubs (Alastor/Rosie))
@prince-liest (on tumblr, but princeliest on ao3) writes Hazbin Hotel (mostly RadioStatic) ("Kiss and Make up" (Valentino/Velvette/Alastor/Vox) and "Shadow of Yourself" (Vox/Alastor) are by far my favs)
free use
cw. cnc, established relationship, free use, going at it CONSTANTLY, p/v, breeding, corruption kink, unprotected sex
synopsis. since discussing the idea of both of you being willing to fuck whenever, your husband has not let up off you.
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"we should try something fun."
your husband lifts his gaze slowly from the newspaper he was reading.
"fun?" he indulges you, tilting his head slightly to search your face. you suggested something without a description intentionally to make him ask for an elaboration, meaning what you're about to tell him will either be very intriguing, or the complete opposite. he searches your features in an attempt to determine which it'll be. "what kind of fun?"
you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."
the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?
"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."
you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."
he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.
"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"
you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."
he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"
your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."
"mm. no other reason?"
you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."
"exciting... how?"
you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."
"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."
you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."
he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"
you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."
he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.
"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.
you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."
he smiles. "you really don't."
the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.
your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.
he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.
"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.
you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.
"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"
you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.
he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.
he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."
"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.
you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"
he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.
your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.
"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."
you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.
your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.
"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."
you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.
he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.
"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.
he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.
"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."
you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."
he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."
it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.
there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.
he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"
he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.
next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.
"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.
he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.
"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.
you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.
his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.
you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.
"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.
you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.
he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."
you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.
he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"
you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.
you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.
you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "
"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."
your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.
he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.
"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.
you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."
you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.
"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.
"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."
"fuck! baby slow down, ahn, we're gonna get caught mmfuck, please!"
"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.
" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.
his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.
within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.
fucked dumb by your nerd.
you probably underestimate a lot of things in life. it should’ve been an alarm for you to start taking things seriously, really. but how can anyone really foresee you moaning into the cock of the physics nerd?
“yeah.. just like that,” his groan fills up the empty lecture room your mouth taking in deeper. his length fills up your mouth in all the right ways, thick head grazing the back of your throat with each thrust. “fuck, you feel so good baby.”
he thrusts deeper in your throat, head thrown back with a groan. you whine and it vibrates through his body causing him to buck his hips up. “s.. shit, baby, i’m so close. gonna f- fuck it into you yeah?”
you nod vigorously, head bobbing up and down. your eyes are watering and he can’t help but find you the prettiest thing to ever exist in his life. with a few more sloppy thrusts he comes inside your mouth, slipping past your lips and trailing down your chin.
you swallow and he groans, watching the way you throat works. he pulls out of you and brings you up for a kiss. hands roaming to the space just above the curve of your ass. his tongue slides in your mouth, tasting himself on you and you moan.
he pulls away from the kiss. watching your eyes glazed with the aftermath and your swollen lips. he’d be damned if this would be the last time he gets to see the pretty, quiet girl from his physics lectures look this fucked out.
he never gets attached to any girl he fucks with. that was the rule. it’s not his fault you look like an angel while giving him a blowjob.
so it also wouldn’t be his fault if the next day he asked you for another meeting.. right?
Omg please girl do a fic with either charlie x meeks x reader (idk if you ship them or not) or maybe with charlie x Knox or whatever ship is your fav where they're all studying (dont know where but 😭) (and if charlie x meeks meeks is helping them and stuff) but charlie just can't be bothered so he starts like kissing on reader and (whoever you decide😁) and being kind of teasing and annoyingly distracting (as charlie is) if you want you can make it smutty but if you don't want to you can totally just keep it fluffy
Omg I love love love this idea!! I’m super excited to write it for you and I hope I do it justice💓 (half proofread, bear in mind.)
(College/University AU!!)
Warnings: Smut, 18+ MDNI!! Pet names, dirty talk, oral f!receiving and giving, fluff, a lot of kissing, intimate/sensual
Charlie Dalton x fem!reader x Steven Meeks- ‘Study Buddies’ (Fluff/Smut)
“So, this is how we find the hypotenuse..” Steven trailed off, adjusting his glasses with a clack as he entirely focused on tutoring you and Charlie. “Charlie, focus.” He narrowed his eyes.
Hii lovely I’ve been adoring your work lately 🫶🫶
Wondering if a super fluffy Meeks smut would be possible ^_^ maybe established relationship and it’s their first time. I was thinking it’d be super cute if the reader also had glasses but that’s not a necessity <3
Much love!!
Just You & I
Pairing: older! Steven Meeks x FemReader
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral - both f and m receiving, 69, p in v, first time, language, semi dirty talk, use of protection, no use of y/n, fluff
Summary: Deciding you are ready, you and Steven sleep together for the first time, not without a few hiccups and learning factors along the way.
word count: 1.9k
Masterlist
Steven isn’t sure what he’s done to end up in this position. Maybe it was all those straight A’s or helping his friends with their homework. Hell it even could’ve been those summers he volunteered at the local nursing home to avoid being shut inside with his family all day. Whatever good deed it was, he never knew the reward could be this good.
Hiii. Could I request a Neil smut? Maybe it is her first time and he's all soft and sweet? Thanks!
First Time
Pairing: Neil Perry x FemReader
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, smut, readers first time, fluff, dirty talk, p in v, oral, nudity
Summary: it’s your first time and Neil seems like the perfect choice to take your virginity considering how gentle and caring he is.
word count: 2.2k
Masterlist
You had always considered sleeping with someone before marriage. Yet that consideration wasn’t taken lightly. You had swore to yourself that if that was what you decided to do it had to be with someone who was worth it. Which never seemed likely considering Harvard was a big place with a lot of people. Yet somehow amongst all of them you had stumbled upon Neil Perry. Found him studying in library, a sadness to the air around him, but the most genuine eyes you had ever seen. It explained the reason why you had half a mind to even sit next to him in the first place. The rest was history.