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warnings: danny elfman x gn!reader ( gender isn't specified! ) .. none this is fluff (my first fluff writing) if there is anything i missed .. lemme know.
the sun illustrated the battered exhausted wood porch— the sun also finding home amongst danny's face as he discovered enjoying or providing a position of contentment and security. his eyes squinted, his eyes similar to the mouth of a codfish. the sun had lingered in between the individual strands of his ginger hair, his pupils were reduced in size by the sun to the remnants of a hole puncher. those calloused fingers of his drumming softly against his porcelain mug—
ultimately placing the outer rim against his now parted mouth. as you approach the outdoor space through the screen door, dressed in whatever you were wearing for sleep, his pupils studiously glance to the left.
turning his body, he placed the beverage on the little plastic coffee table next to his filthy lawn chair and grumbled gently. after a while, he turned back to face you— grinning softly and letting his eyes examine you with a nearly ravenous expression. as you raised your arms to stretch briefly, he rumbled towards you and said, " morning." there wasn't much to say as he patted/touched his left leg; you let your weary eyes pass over the gesture and, for an excessive amount of time, dwell on the tattoos that adorned his arm. you approached him with ease and carefully straddled his lap, muttering to yourself how welcome he felt as he laid you against his chest and wrapped his powerful arms around you.
he takes advantage of the time when you glance up and gives him a quick glance to plant an affectionate kiss on your lips; the kiss was given with passion and caring rather than desire. he truly loved you and cared for you. after lingering his mouth on yours, he withdrew and pressed his forehead to yours tenderly—grinning gently.
he asked, his voice sending little vibrations in your direction. " have a good sleep?.." you nodded gently as he quietly repositioned himself, relishing the sensation of holding you in this position. you unconsciously trace the tattoos with your fingertips as you lightly let them fall against his arm. he responded with a laugh, always enjoying your gentle praise. especially from you. the entire situation was pretty reassuring as he let the other hand slowly stroke circles at your back.
warnings: demon!copia x gn!reader (gender isn't specified) , dirty-talking , cunnilingus , size kink , smut .. just pure filth.
shattered in an instant— too fragile to seemingly piece it. fragmenting, splitting, fracturing .. disrupting its once still feathery shapes into crumpled/crumbled disfigurements. you violate/encroach natures feathers as you propelled yourself forward rapidly on foot. the wonky stray wandering limbs of the trees grasping weakly/infirmed onto the loose clothing you wore. you persisted in your attempt to flee as this enormous beast steadily drew closer.
you felt a finger poke you, and you let out a terrified shriek— like a fish being snagged by a hook and hauled out of the water immediately. you are violently pushed backwards, forcing the garment to tear, and you tumble into the cool, damp dirt. you are well aware that the muddy material left stains on your clothes. the enormous force would have slammed you up into a rock that was sticking out of the forests rocky terrain. almost instantly, the pounding on your skull would have made you faint/passed out, and your body would have gone limp— however, a few moments later, you felt the feeling of these sharper, roughened fingertips prodding at your skin, gently/subtly raising you.
you kind of woke up immediately after fainting for a bit. you were unaware of your surroundings and lacked any acquaintance/familiarity or comfort with the stone walls of this eerie, dark cave. you get up and acknowledge how languid you were; your entire frame was twitching, longing, and eager for a fix, like an addict. you realize how worn out your body was as you reach for the air. as you feel the smarm, long/lanky thing slinging and tightening around you, a gasp escapes your body; the feeling of a snake around its victim and effortlessly killing them. you let your agile fingers paw frantically at this scaly thing— attempting to tear it off your waist, but it was pointless. “ fucking get off, fuck off ..” you yelped.
you were led/pulled up close to this painted figure, which had a tribal-inspired face paint painted on it. something that looked almost like a skeleton. the eyes of this masculine beast were mismatched, with glassy eyes that followed your every motion. they followed you uncannily. these flaky horns, which had been roughened and curled, sprang out from the corners of his skull. this monster had certain human-like characteristics, and its stories were similar to those of a demon that roamed this particular planet.
“ i’m certain you’re expecting to know who or what i am, aren’t you? “ the creature rumbled. you give him a couple kicks to the front of his thighs while shaking your head in defiance; yet, the motion doesn't do anything. “ —oh you uncomplying thing, “ after reprimanding you for such behavior, he grabs your thigh with one of his free hands. you wriggled against him again and gasped inwardly as you realized he was holding you by his long tail. “ i enjoyed your sacred silence.. “ he purred, allowing his roughened clawed fingertips to caress your face. you wince in agony as he deliberately/purposely lets the tips of his clawed fingers pierce the sensitive skin of your jaw.
he retrieves all of his calculated touches— the fact that you even considered putting yourself in a position where you could try to oppose him astonished him, and he cooed at you when you tried to be bratty. however, that's possibly what made him adore you in the start. “ if you’re going to kill me you might as well get through it, you.. you hound of hell. “ you let out a gasp and let your eyes briefly close, fearing that he may do something/anything. but all he does is cup your cheek tenderly with his ash-colored palm, causing the paint to smudge a little. just a little. “ you’ve been lost in a crowd, “ he was speaking metaphorically. the topic having relations to your present/current living. " i needed you, and you needed me. no, no, i wanted you." tremendously. everything stops when anything is spilled until it is neutralized, controlled, and order is restored—but he continued to spew his declaration of love for you, which was directed at hundreds of emotions. “ i’ve been expecting you each and in every way .. “
your heart twitched with yearning and sudden need as every word he appeared to offer or give you poured into your head. just contemplating about it makes your body appear limp. “ those possibilities preoccupied my mind, “ he gently leans forward and lets his tail linger loosely around your waist. “ bambola .. “ thundering, your pulse sounded like a ticking clock all across your body. ticking a constant reminder— time seems to drag on at times, particularly during those anxious moments. you uncomfortably/awkwardly make the first move by pressing your lips against this rough masculine beast. you began to worry whether he didn't appreciate this sort of superficial adoration, and if this was all a ruse to become his permanent servant.
despite the fact that he effortlessly reciprocated the kiss, your body appeared to relax in his whole embrace. for a few brief seconds, the two of you continue this fiery exchange, with him slipping his smarm tongue inside your lips and dueling/dominating it with his own. he draws away, a string of saliva trailing after him, and he looks at you with this seduced glare— hard monstrous huffs exiting his mouth as he looks down at you in detached estranged admiration.
no words are spoken as he loosens his tail around your waist and places you on the floor, forcing you to adopt position as he guides you to the ground. you hiss/mewl at the touch of the chilling pebble on your back; he discovers himself above you, his domineering wickedness figure holding you captive with nowhere to flee. he lets his coarse, piercing fingers to travel up your clothed sides. he mumbles something in his mother tongue as he glances at you with lusty intent. his appearance and features are now very similar to those of a fallen angel .. too magnificent for human eyes to fathom.
with a sudden, sharp crack and a tearing shriek, the material gave way. your breath hitched, a silent gasp as if the world had shifted unexpectedly around. he had ripped your garments. you grumble and curse as an enormous cut forms in the crotch of your jeans. as he guides his head down, he lets out a humorous acknowledging chuckle that is a little teasing— his mismatched eyes remained fixed on yours, uncannily tracking you. he seamlessly allows the pointed ends of his fingers penetrate the fabric of your underwear before tearing the cloth off your hips with a single fast movement at the band.
copia takes a long intake, inhaling your aroma and pressing the pads of his fingers against your open cunt. he groans with gratitude/pursuant as he feels how saturated/soaked you are, realizing how much you needed him— adoring how you twinged with utter need. he swiftly removes his finger and pushes forward, enabling his darkened/blackened tongue to slide past his painted lips. licking a stripe on your eager cunt. he gasps/groans at the delightful taste, sending vibrations against you as he teases his tongue against your spongey, submerged entrance. his eyes burned with a ferocious glow, and he moved with focused force, as if he were on a critical assignment. his slick, blackened muscle darted out. he drove his tongue into your cunt, creating a glistening path as you arched your back in acknowledgement of his want. he knew you felt this increasing pleasure; which coursed through your veins as all of your recognized technical functions contracted.
he continues to metaphorically devour you completely, as if before you clutched his horns, his mismatched eyes dilated at the feeling, and he murmured quietly into your sopping wet pussy— he draws away, his naked peppered chest heaving as he gazes at you with intense longing. he knew he couldn't linger any longer, his manhood throbbing with desire behind the robe that covered his cock. “ mi divori corpo e anima. sei una creatura tentatrice .. “ he rasped. he then abruptly pushed beyond you, his bulk looming over you, and slammed his mouth hard into yours once again. he groans against your lips while frantically snatching the robe he was wearing off his hip with his free hand. you can taste yourself against him as he wrinkles his brows and groans against your mouth. a thin, sharp sound, like a whispered wind through dry leaves, escaped your lips as pain flickered across your face.
he dramatically dragged his throbbing manhood into your restricted spongey entrance, throwing his head back with need as he hisses with cumulative pleasure and enjoys the way the compressible tissue of your pussy compresses around him as he bottoms out completely into you—- he quickly takes hold of your legs and hooks them over his shoulders while bucking his hips expectantly into you and maintaining a frantic yearning tempo/pace. “ maledico questa figa stretta .. “ he rasped. he hurriedly slid the pad of his thumb over your clit and applied pressure while watching your face twist with pure delight. he chuckles aloud as he makes tight circles at your clit and feels your whole body trembling against him.
“ fuck, are you close, bambola? .. “ his gaze descended, a quiet weight settling in the air, as if the very space beneath him held his unspoken command. you obviously struggle to form a coherent response. his fingers closed around your jaw with a free hand .. a sudden, firm grasp that held a silent, unspoken/quiet intensity. “ —marmocchia, answer me, si?.. “ he roars with low mocking laughter and smiles maliciously when you said "yes" to that query. he quickens his rhythm, groans softly, and lightly rubs your legs against you. he sloppily fucks himself into your pussy, and his speed gets rougher.
it doesn't take long for your shrieks and shouts of delight to reverberate off the very stone cave walls as your climax strikes like a freight train. he loosens his hold on your face and frantically pistons his hips into you as you squirt all over his cock, and he flashes his face in satisfaction. “ ti rendero cosi pieno di me che ne assorbirai fino all'ultima goccia.. “ before eventually thrusting his hips into you one last time and filling your compressible pussy with his tranquil, warm seed, he slurs in his mother tongue. he is silent except for the occasional grunt or groan, and his entire body tenses as he cums into you, his elf-like ears flinching backwards.
his strangely mismatched eyes follow you with yearning as he feebly moves forward and touches your face. the paint on his face was now streaked from the perspiration that had gathered.
warnings: smut, danny elfman x gn!reader (gender isn't specified) , degradation if you squint. this is by request!
given that it was completely packed with those annoying/pesky clients and middle-aged men who were persistent in their attempts to get your number or who would typically simply wind up passively flirting, today had been really problematic. you found yourself leaving as quickly as you could when the time for your break had appeared/arrived. you leaned against the building's cold brick and arched your head back— taking a deep breath and letting out that familiar sigh of composedness.
you took a minute to look around; you recognized this man coming. to a stranger or unknown, this presence may have been described as creepy, nameless, or mysterious. but you? this unknown was exciting/memorizing. “ hey baby, “ danny purred— this known rasp/wisp injecting itself into his voice. your smile expanded, and it was a happy one, opening like a flower in the spring. “ danny! “ you shrilled, squealing in girlish delight. danny came over right away and put his arms around you, holding you close while he comforted you. when he encompasses you close to him, he is unknowingly breathing in your soothing aroma. this was known to you.
during this embrace he would’ve disengaged/disentangled, a comparatively brief period of time passed. he asks how you are, purses his lips, and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. however, those inquiries would have remained unanswered when you kissed him back, this time with fervor. as you kiss him in this way, he pulls away to rasp lightly against your lips, and a faint moan goes by his lips— he places/permits his rough hand across the covered portion of your cunt, his fingers frantically reaching below. “ right here, baby? you’re wanting a quickie? .. “ he stammered, “ —you’re so naughty, ain’t you? wanting me right here?.. you’re all mighty-mighty, huh, my naughty lil’ girl .. “
those queries are clearly unanswered, yet you give a frantic nod instead. as you let your fingers play with the little ginger curls in his hair, he chuckles briefly and lets his fingers go under the band of your pants. under his touch, you jerk as his two massive, calloused fingers press on your twinging/aching nub. he nearly teases you by making fun of the groan that escapes your lips. his fingers briefly slide over your slippery, sensitive folds until he finally presses his big, deft fingers into your sticky, compressible tissue. he immediately hooks them inwards. and you can hear his forced laughing as you crumble under his touch— he would maintain your body against the wall while utilizing his body to support you.
he would have immediately pressed his mouth to yours, letting the smarmy flesh of his tongue slide inside your mouth to hide your groans. his tongue battles this unidentified supremacy against your tongue in your mouth meanwhile his teeth unintentionally abrade against yours.
he keeps up this relentless pace while idly pushing his fingers in and out of you. you groan out vociferously with some of those sounds escaping both your and his lips. unexpectedly, he finds himself pulling those fingers out of his body the moment a reliable colleague—who is also regarded as a friend—piques your interest and anxiously observes the incident. they hide their faces as soon as they say that your boss needs you inside.
after they were gone, danny watched you with wide eyes and a somewhat ashamed laugh. as he puts the fingers that were within your pussy to his lips, he says, " —sorry, darling.. “ as he looks into your eyes with this well-known hunger, he lets his mouth cover the fingers.
suppose this event will have to happen .. in more secrecy this time.
warnings: double penetration, danny elfman w steve bartek x gn!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you fuck it, freaks) , this is hella graphic.
steve was pinion against the wall, his interminable arms kept you clasped against him. mouth agape, his mouth, as he rotated/manipulated his girthy yet solidified shaft into your gooey inner walls. the compressible aching tissue began twingeing around the unpliable thickset flesh,, of which was to be expected. a deep-throated groan emitted from steve as he relished that sensation; his silver locks/strands of hair decorating his forehead while he leaned/staggered forward. his lips pursed against the expanse of your neck, flattering the flesh with his delicate minute kisses — these combined experiences/sensations caused you to writhe.
he, in an authoritative sense, would’ve hightailed the wandering limb away. staggering forward with a noticeable hitch intertwining with his breathing pattern. he continued those vacuous movements beforehand of eventually nudging/impacting alongside steves’ cock — cynical and struggling he was for a few available moments. he wouldn’t have to scuffle/struggle for much longer as he seemingly threaded himself into your poised pussy alongside steve.
similar to the way a placid substance trickles out of a bottle, similar to the idealization of decomposition .. dannys’ gaze observed this event/experience in this known slowness. his vacuous mindless movements reflected in the constant jerking off his hand. permitting his large-calloused hand to stroke his own solidified shaft,, his mouth agape as his mouth quivered with reasonable cause. a chuckle emitted from danny as you wearily strutted your fingers over his bare/exposed chest; those digits nudged against his non-visible chest hairs.
those synced moans were wonderful, harmonized, and exquisitely crafted; they were in those weighty relationships to certain songs that you can never get enough of. you writhed and hissed, vulnerable to a complete breakdown. danny began manipulation of his forceful thrusts agonizingly into your spongey compressible tissue; which each expected thrust,, steve would have followed. “oh pretty baby.. “ danny bleated whilst he chewed the inner-expanse of his cheek. “–-this pretty little pussy.. this tight fuckin’ pussy .. taking our cocks so well.. “ danny reasonably bantered — allowing those beautiful hefty grunts/whines to be emitted.
inarticulated, tongue-tied, voiceless .. words to describe steves’ current state; he knitted and furrowed his silver greyish brows. steve permitted his mouth to quiver as he left it quite agape,, tirelessly plunging his solidified shaft in the prepossessing pussy he wanted to eventually worship.
you absolutely knew they’d be at this all night long, it was expected but, it was desired.
warnings: its a smut alphabet, expect the worse! its graphic so viewer discretion is genuinely advised.
a – aftercare (post-sex duties, how would he perform?)
you can anticipate some kind of tenderness after sex, even though younger!danny was a complete slut! he might collapse on you later, or he might just be cuddling with you. he puts his head in the middle of your bare chest since he truly enjoys listening to your pounding heart.
older!danny though? after a few minutes, you may anticipate him getting up to get a warm cloth. he will return and gently push your legs apart, cleaning your delicate thighs of any remaining bliss. he'll find himself joining you and taking a shower. voluntarily washing you off, applying shampoo, and so forth. as he silently compliments you, he massages it in. “ you did s’good baby, hope you know that.. “ or “ bet you’re sore baby, lemme care for you ..”
b –- body parts (your body, which of them does he enjoy?)
younger!danny .. he most likely liked your breasts. he simply adores a good chest, regardless of gender. loves to squeeze the tender flesh and enjoys the way it squishes in his hand. enjoys caressing his cock and letting his placid seed decorate your chest. bonus points if you accumulate some of the substance (on your fingers) and slurp/lap it up ..
his obsession is pussy. he will part you and merely want to taste it, he is really down bad. enjoys creating that slickness against his fingertips as he runs them into your flesh. adores licking it and is a practical worshiper! this is the case for older!danny, but to be fair, all old men are in some manner preoccupied (obsessed) with puss.
c – cum (what/where is he putting that stuff?)
he wouldn't cumming inside of you because he was undoubtedly riskier when he was younger!danny. It was simply not a common option. but he enjoys pulling out and letting his seed fall on your folds. like using his big, calloused fingers to rub it in. he enjoys cumming inside, don't get me wrong. although it would be quite uncommon, he enjoys the sensation of your twitching pussy gripping around his cock in need as he empties himself though!
simply put, older!danny enjoys dumping his cum inside of you. why would he want to withdraw when he's so infatuated with pussy? he always wants to feel you. he is virtually going crazy inside of you, and he loves how your gooey pussy clenches tightly around him.
d – dirty secret (oh, you freaky thang!)
younger!danny thrives to be in the sense of becoming completely obedient to his partner, he wants to receive dominance. he secretly desires you to give him commands and give him instructions. simply put, he wants his cock to ache (in need) and you to tell him not to touch himself. something like that!
when he's older!danny now? that somewhat follows him. sometimes he doesn't want to feel in control. he wants to request that a rope be tied around his wrists and fastened to the headboard. as you give him pleasure or make a tease of him, he wants to wriggle against the rope.
e – experience (is he new to the game or has he been playing?)
he has experience, so this will be for both. he had experience when he was younger, and as he ages, he gains even more experience. he is capable of providing pleasure to people of any gender and serving them regardless of any other behaviors that could suggest otherwise.
f – favorite position (this is self explanatory, right?)
he was just interested in making you cum as soon as possible when he was younger!danny. before he climaxes, he will, in a way, make you unravel numerous times. he enjoys forcing his cock deep into you and loves it when you scream and writhe for him as he aggressively pounds into you, so he would undoubtedly appreciate a strong mating press.
as he gets into older!danny, he appreciates closeness. keeping you near him while he gives you unmatched pleasures. so, he finds missionary position enjoyable. loves to brush his forehead on yours while softly grinding his hips into you. he also adores being near you (as stated) and enjoys a reasonable lotus position.
g – goofy and i – intimacy (is he cracking a joke or is he serious during sex?)
younger!danny is usually not serious when having sex. while he is constantly complimenting you, he will make a few offish remarks. will discover that the pleasure is so immense that he lets out a little laugh. however, there are undoubtedly moments when his attention is on intimacy and he won't be silly. he will be devoted to you and will care for you in an indisputable way.
he loves to be nice and passionate with you, and older!danny is undoubtedly more serious during sex. however, he will be laughing inappropriately if the sex is "animalistic" in any way. just KNOW that he will make ridicule of you and say foolish things to you, especially if he is teasing you.
h – hair (does he groom often? does the carpet match the drapes?)
did you believe anyone in the 1980s gave a damn if a woman or a man had a bush? not in my opinion; that was fashionable. for him, it was thus IN STYLE. younger!danny would trim it, but other than that, it didn't matter that he was groomed. he has a bush, a chest of hair, and a charming little happy trail.
it was somewhat the same when he was older. his tattoos forced the removal of the chest hair, but it is already making a resurgence. he still has a bush, but he occasionally trims it to please you, so I stand my stance. he does have a happy trail, but because the hairs are graying, it's not very obvious.
j – jack off (a masturbation headcanon, so?)
this is for them both; he doesn't jack off very often, but he does it sometimes! he'll take out a picture of you and jerk off to it if you're out on an important task and he's desperate. when he isn't, he wraps his hand around his cock and wishes he was in your pussy. but what's the point otherwise? he has you.
k – kink (what does this freaky thang like to do?)
he likes a lot of things when he's younger!danny. he does have a kink with scents; he enjoys your scent just as much as you do his. interestingly, he has a spit kink. he will tell you to keep your mouth wide while he aggressively fucks himself into you, then he will spit a glob of saliva in your mouth and order you to swallow it.
this old man wants to be tied up because he has a rope kink. as mentioned, he will want to experience that burn. he wants to feel tense and desperate. otherwise, he still has the same kinks from his youth. he has many other kinks, but I believe it would take two pages to describe them all.
l – location (where does he like fucking?)
he liked to do it wherever when he was younger!danny. he enjoyed the thought of either getting caught or actually getting caught. he relished the excitement. that being said, he enjoys having sex with you in his studio as well as in restrooms and janitor closets!
he unfortunately shed some of those dangerous behaviors as he grew into older!danny. however, as I mentioned earlier/previously, he will still want to fuck you in restrooms. however, his bedroom is his favorite spot since he enjoys having sex there in the comfort of his own house.
m – motivation (what gets the man turned on, what gets him going?)
your rage/anger makes him restless and turns younger!danny on. even if you're arguing with someone, he can't help but respect how proud you are to defend yourself and how you appear to be doing it. by this time, he's really getting a boner. he gets so aroused by your focus/concentration and likes it when you are shy around him.
older!danny enjoys seeing you wearing something that belongs to him, so if you put on one of his shirts, he will be on you as soon as possible. he is also captivated by your ability to concentrate and enjoys it when you do something you enjoy. last but not least, if you wear his cologne? he will be caressing/rubbing against you and simply enjoying your company.
n – no (things he wouldn’t do, i suppose?)
look, he's willing to do anything, but will he harm you in the process? he's not interested in becoming involved. his heart would hurt to see you in pain. he will never treat you too harshly. nothing nefarious, such as vore or scat. not at all.
o – oral (does he like giving or receiving? both?)
they (both young and old) both genuinely enjoy delivering oral, therefore this will be for them both. he always craves to eat at your pussy with a hunger that you have never experienced before, to be honest. like, even if he likes to receive, he just loves to give more. he would lap at your cunt for hours on end, producing a numerous amount of orgasms.
p – pace (slow and sensual? fast and rough? what's the deal!)
it was all about speed when he was younger!danny. letting that adrenaline kick in when it was thought to be needed. loves to watch your body tremble and watch you writhe as he fucks you ferociously. he rolls his hips as fast as he can while keeping you in a firm mating press. he's a desperate man.
as he gets into older!danny, he prefers to move slowly and forcefully. every time he slowly pulls away, he will slam back into you. he enjoys watching your entire body tremble with every thrust. loves to watch your facial expressions, observing how your mouth quivers and your face changes.
q – quickie (does he like doing them?)
are you joking? he was a huge fan of quickies when he was younger!danny. will use every opportunity he has to take you. if you are in the studio, both of you tense, and his friends' is showing in only fifteen minutes? he will fuck you! you can always count on him to “ help “ when you need it.
i am concerned that having quickies could grow uncommon as he gets into older!danny. since he isn't growing any younger, he has developed into a fairly intimate man who wants to enjoy you. he needs to savour anything/everything.
r – risk (are they willing to experiment or take risks?)
he is willing to take chances, so if you want to try anything new, know that he is eager to do the same. he sings about "nasty habits," right? suppose he would rush to you after reading something in an adult magazine and beg you to give it a try. similar to this, he will attempt anything when he gets older.
s – stamina (how many rounds, how long can he last?)
five rounds, essentially. he never gives up on good sex; he's like a machine. He's a whining mess and overstimulated by the conclusion of the five rounds. so, yes! he is definitely able to endure a couple rounds.
his endurance may be limited to two or three rounds as he ages and slows down to enjoy the way your pussy rubs against (compresses around) his cock with each deep, slow thrust. however, those moments are packed with anticipated pleasures, so don't get me wrong.
t - toys (does he own any? does he use any on you?)
in his younger years, he was so arrogant that he thought a toy couldn't provide the same level of pleasure as he does. because it wouldn't even come close to meeting such standards, I continue to believe that he wouldn't have many toys. he can satisfy your “ demands “ with his cock, so why utilize toys?
when he gets older, I think he likes to play with such kinds of toys on you. will make you shudder in front of him as he intensely kisses you and slowly inserts a dildo into you. after all, he possesses (owns) dead things. he definitely has some toys, in my opinion.
u – unfair (does he like to tease you? how unfair can this man be?)
he simply enjoys teasing you, whether young and older. when he notices that you're close while he’s eating you out, he will deliberately distance (pull away) himself and make fun of you. he will intentionally push you to the brink and then stop abruptly while fucking you. he would intentionally do that because he simply adores making tease of you. however, it only takes a little “ friendly exchange “ to get him to go back to his previous activity.
v – volume (does this bitch moan or nah?)
he is noisy, but not in the way you might assume. he will be reduced to a mere "puddle" and will be whining and moaning uncontrollably if you're blowing him off. he's loud when he whines, and they're not quiet either. his grunts will be no different.
as he gets older, he will undoubtedly start groaning rather than grunting and whining all the time. they rumble and operate, and they're deep and husky. he enjoys groaning so intensely and frantically into your ear, and even if he is a little quieter, he still has volume.
w – wildcard (a random headcanon, what did you think?)
he had a serious desire to be pegged when he was younger!danny. he even went through the trouble of purchasing a strap for you and allowing you to screw him in the ass. he loves that, albeit he doesn't do it as frequently as he ought to. he's a noisy, wailing, moaning mess. will later eat you out in order to compensate.
x – x-ray (is he packing?)
sensibly he's around seven inches, hard and satisfyingly thick, in my opinion. he is also cut, which accomplishes the task. he has a single, noticeable vein that protrudes and his manhood leans slightly to the left. his flaccid cock is visibly straining against the cloth if he is commando in his shorts and manspreads.
y – yearn (how high is his sex drive? is he always yearning for sex?)
he used to have an extremely high sex drive when he was younger. the little things you do turn him on, and he always wants you. at the very least, if not twice a day, he needs to cum. quickies will usually suffice the urge times, but otherwise? he’s a very high yearning man.
and, to be honest, it is very much the same when he gets older. desires sex every other day. considering that he is seventy-one and all, he is oddly sexual for his age. surprisingly, when he's cuddling with you, you can know when he needs you. like TOO CUDDLY. in an attempt to be by your side, he’ll also linger his touch and do other things.
z – zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)
he'll think about going to sleep as long as you're done with everything else. however, I worry that he might spend a solid hour caring for or hugging you before eventually dozing out. to at last fall asleep in your arms. this applies to both of them, younger and older.
warnings: smut short-shot, danny elfman x fem!reader, fingering, involves food (?) , just pure filth per usual.
he wanted to attempt something that was newly-discovered on his end, an infatuation of something he had been utterly craving to undertake and she welcomed the freshened idea. danny would’ve cautiously lifted the bottle of honey to her exposed chest, his thumb would’ve crept towards the opening (of the bottle) and unlatched the item. he permitted his welcoming eyes to glance over her – she noticed the subtle shift in his expression as he lustfully looked over her, her exposed chest seemingly included.
he would have gently touched the buoyant flesh with his rough fingers as he moved them over her hard nipples. she shuddered. he later withdrew and found himself moving that hand elsewhere as a result of that earlier action. then, he would have moved that still hand—which held the bottle of honey he was holding—and placed it over the motionless muscle. the placid substance would have been able to escape as the palm of his hand suddenly pressed against the bottle, coating her nipple gently and leisurely. after giving it a thorough inspection, danny carefully set the bottle down on the mattress next to her.
it was quickly discovered on his end that he desiderated a taste, that's when he hinged himself slowly plummeting downwards – mouth agape. his tongue flattened out as he happened to slurp/lap up the placid substance amid her hardened nipple. he moaned greedily and grabbed hold of her other breast, massaging the tender flesh in a hurried sense as he sucked covetously at the breast.
his serrated teeth browsed over her nipple making her squall and jerk upwards from that unexpected/unfamiliar contact. an amusing chuckle broke loose from the confines of his mouth; that notion sending vibrations against her sensitive flesh. “ ease baby, “ he purred (it was muffled) as he began strutting his fingers downwards and dipped his fingers beneath the band of her trousers. meanwhile, danny sinfully gazed upwards at her — his mouth slowly separating in a mocking mannerism as he fondled her twinging clit.
“ you’re filthy.. “ she murmured as she writhed. “ and you love it.. “ danny countered, he then submerged his large calloused middle finger into her spongey gooey pussy and another finger entered as he nudged his pointer finger alongside the middle; he tweaked his bottom lip as he adjusted and began maneuvering his fingers at a leisure pace. ensnaring those fingers to display her pleasure in a way that was unforgettable. similar to experiencing an aphrodisiac for the first time or similar to something that can be lived through only once.
he soon peppered kisses amongst her exposed neck — allowing the serrated material (of his teeth) to ruminate the weary flesh. all the while he feverishly continued to work his fingers into her twinging pussy, allowing the restrictions of the compressible tissue to constrict around his fingers continuously.
he found grave amusement/enjoyment in all of these displayed actions, he wanted to tediously drag this on.
warnings: smut material, jim sturgess x gn!reader (gender isn't specified) , p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it folks) , cunnilingus .. pure filth.
he found himself indulging you in a way that was almost covetous. (in a sense) he had discovered himself desperately clawing amongst the tender flesh of your thighs, allowing his calloused fingers to linger against the flesh sinfully as he brought you closer to his face. he was similar to a fidgeting man in need of a fix, similar to a animal with a postmortem spasm .. he was dying to divulge in having a sample (a taste) of you. his tongue found itself continuously lapping at your cunt, allowing the broad expanse to sincerely consume all the sweetened juices you happened to produce; this was definitely better than any sweet treat he had consumed.
you wriggled and you whined as this being before you served you pleasure in ways that were hard to describe – you allowed your nimble shaky fingers to grab hold of his dark locks.
he desirously groaned into your wettened folds as you grabbed hold, sending subtle vibrations against the sensitive flesh. he had happened to pull away moments afterward and you were swift to acknowledge the way your discharge had accumulated amongst his beard and nose; his face also appeared reddened. his chest would’ve heaved with this known excitement (of which was hard to ignore) and he gradually then discovered himself moving upwards.
urgently he would’ve secured his lips against yours as he kissed you in a heated mannerism, similar to an animal in heat. his desires and temptations were acted on in a way that was very animalistic. moving his hand unnoticed and stealthy towards your fragile face; he cradled your face almost instinctively – holding your face in a way similar to a person whomst was steadily carrying a piece of heavy furniture or grasping hold onto an egg carton. the touch was firm and cautious.
“ do you taste yourself? hmm? yer’ taste so fucking good.. “ he slurred against your agape mouth. he found his hips hoicking against your bare pussy, his solidified shaft pressing up against the confinements of his dress pants. his obvious hard on pressing against cunt midst the formidable process. a short, high-pitched whimper erupts from you abruptly, he pulls away and grasps hold of your face. “ what's it, love? tell .. tell me what you want. “ he stammered while desperately chasing that wanted friction. “ —whatever yer’ fucking wanting i’ll give .. just give me the word .. “ he rasped.
“you! “ you mewl “ i need you jim, please.. i need you.. “ you asking earnestly didn’t go unnoticed at all. he is weirdly/utterly swift to part himself from you hesitantly; the decision to separate his body from yours (for this moment) brought hesitation similar to how you would’ve felt about performing a public performance. he unfastened his dress pants and pushed them downwards – alongside his boxers which then exposed his solidified shaft to the somewhat humid space.
with his mouth agape he guided one of his large calloused hands towards his cock, serving himself a few strokes of passionate disarray beforehand of eventually guiding the tip towards your twingeing entrance. with a long, prolonged moan of gratitude that passed his mouth, his cock discovered itself being submerged into your compressed cunt. “ oh god, fuckin’ sweetheart .. “ he purred as he pasted his mouth against yours in a sloppy mannerism.
drool connected itself against your mouth, his parching breath fanning against your face as he abruptly began to wriggle his hips against yours. his facial hair abraded itself against your chin/face as he pulsated his shaft into your spongey gooey pussy. he sheepishly grunted with each provided thrust — some long and needy, the others similar to the way you cut off a person conversing with other to obtain/get attention. you couldn’t restrain yourself from feeling this metaphorical knot forming in your stomach, constricting and pleading for that expected release.
jim throbbed inside of you with an aching need as a sweat droplet accumulated amongst the humid flesh of his forehead, threatening to trickle downwards and collect itself against your face. “ i’m close .. “ you murmur warily but you didn’t need to notify him, he was already aware. “ i know sweetheart, i fuckin’ know.. fuck..” he rasped with an emphasized thrust.
your body began to judder with that expected anticipation, your nimble fingers discovered themselves amongst his exposed back – your fingers pressing inwards harshly as if you had been prodding playdough. he permitted a hand to slither downwards, his index and middle finger messily playing with the swollen nub that was your clit. “ fuck– fucking cum and i’ll cum, love.. fuck, please.. “ he seemed dependent on your release.
that's when you felt that metaphorical knot coming undone and you squealed out in pleasure, the moans sounding so harmonious as you unraveled around his throbbing length. the veins that existed within his neck became pronounced as he sloppily fucked himself into you in a feverish mannerism, chasing his climax that was undoubtedly needed/wanted. after one final plunge, he emptied himself — dumping his placid white seed into your spongey walls, knowingly painting the expanse. “ oh sweetheart .. fuck, sweetheart.. “ he grumbled as he gently rolled his hips in a tiredness beforehand of plopping his weight amongst you.
“ i love you s’much .. “ purring (in a sense) jim would’ve nuzzled his reddened face against your neck expectedly, you then allowed your shaky grasp to venture amongst his back. holding him.
warnings: smut, zak bagans x gn!reader (gender isn't specified), blowjob, explicit writing, rough .. pure filth jus' per usual.
the visualization of him being pleasured was something close to a vision from god above. given he was somewhat egotistical – it was ultimately meaning that those melodic moans slipped from his mouth with ease and they were grossly and lewdly loud. he grabbed hold of your strands of hair, fingers intertwining with the delicate locks as he precisely anchored your head up and down on his wettened shaft. “ my fucking .. god.. “ he grumbled as his chest heaved. “ you.. you swallow me up so good, so good f’me.. “ underneath these bolstering circumstances, the action of knitting his brows followed.
your eyes seemingly wandered up to his lustful filled gaze, his adams’ apple bobbing up and down as these moans seemingly tumbled out of his mouth. his uncontainable moans are similar to a boiling pot of water as the foaming substance seems to overflow, similar to an unyielding temptation, similar to rivers that sometimes overflow their banks and then flood the surrounding land. he just.. they were unstoppable. those vibrations of you seemingly humming around his hardened cock increased, the broad expanse of your tongue running alongside his hardness.
that sensation of his tip prodding against the back of your throat was enough to make you gag, enough to cause tears to prick at your eyes – dampening your lashes. he was weirdly swift to allow his calloused hand to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping the senseless tears away.
he looks past his glasses, staring down at you as another moan tumbled from his mouth. “ m’so close baby.. oh– oh baby.. “ his movements become increasingly sloppy, these vital movements causing this wet sopping noise of his cock hitting the back of your throat. “ oh fuck! oh fucking.. oh fucking hell.. “ he seemingly grunts out as his tone increases for a moment — he reaches out at your head. his fingers roughly locking around your head.
he suddenly stills as he allows his warm seed to trickle down your throat, his mouth going agape as he feels his body tense and shiver. you seemingly struggle to swallow his tepid release, struggling to breathe as he keeps your mouth locked around him; seemingly keep your face/nose adhered up against his grove of pubic hairs.
as his chest still continues to hoist, his pectoral pressing up against the tight fabric of his shirt, his grasp suddenly loosens. he lugs your head off his now softening member, he slopes himself at an angle and heaves you upwards towards him. immediately he captures your mouth, kissing you in a sensational mannerism. he disregards the commotion of your groin pressing up against his somewhat flaccid cock — he withdraws slightly and nuzzles your nose against his. “ you did so good.. y’know that? “ he reasoned with you.
he then suddenly inquires “ want me.. want me to return the favour? “
warnings: smut, adrien brody x gn!reader (gender isn't specified) , dirty talking, p in v sex (wrap it before ya' tap it folks) .. it's jus' pure filth.
“ fuck .. “ adrien mumbled with a wearied gaze, noticeable it was – it wasn’t easy to deny within such a predicament like this. the repulsive noises of flesh against flesh filled the room, the sweet melody of your sweet moans filling the air like an intoxicating aroma. your name spills past his mouth as his shaft expels itself into your tight cunt, he favoured the sensation of your spongey yet gooey walls wrapping around his cock. “ – adrien .. “ you began to murmur his name like a sacred chant, the pleasure seemingly overwhelming your already tired mind.
his large calloused hand reaches towards your face, cupping the soft cushiony flesh under his roughened fingers. “ you’re doing so well.. so damn fuckin’ well.. “ he had been one to enjoy conversating you through the whole entire situation, he roughens his pace which each word mumbled and sent past his mouth. “ gonna cum for me?.. all over my fucking cock? please.. be my obedient thing and cum all over it.. “ he grunts almost savagely, his mindset gravely lost to the waves of pleasure he had seemed to succumb to within now.
you weep out with brows furrowed – your thighs quaking as you feel that “ imaginary “ knot starting to unravel itself in your stomach. he extends his head forward and happens to burrow his face into the nape of your neck, the infatuation he had for you was immense. his tongue protrudes past his lips and allows itself to slither against the sweetened flesh of your neck.
that added sensation causing that knot to finally unravel, you cum and you immediately latch your arms around his body tightly. your fingernails seemingly piercing the flesh of his back as you feel your rushed sex gushing all over his shaft. he knits his brows and his mouth drops agape, his eyelids screwing shut against one another. “ oh fuck, holy fuck.. “ he grumbles as his pace grows sloppy. his cock plunging into your cunt in an uncalculated intent – his shaft throbs as the pace finally grows to a standstill. a low and seemingly hefty grumble passing his lips as he spills his seed within your gooey tight walls.
“ fuck.. fuck.. “ he pulls himself back a bit and acknowledges your weakened state. “ lemme’ take a good fucking look at you.. “ he grumbles, examining your face with a tired smirk. “ you did so good, you know that? so good.. so obedient for me.. “ you couldn’t help but feel rather flustered despite the state you happened to be wrapped up in; so, you smile tiredly as your chest heaves.
you knew the aftercare was absolutely going to be great.
" you.. you taste so good.. " this guy was unrelentingly persistent. his tongue was licked at your cunt with ferocity as your hands mercilessly pulled at his hair. " fuck.. " with his nose against your swollen bud, you felt an extra surge of stimulation that made you scream with pleasure. " ad— adrien .. " you mumble with furrowed brows.
with your juices gleaming in his mouth, he draws away and mumbles wearily. " mm?.. wah— what's wrong? " he was completely infatuated with your cunt and couldn't help but feel his chest heave as his gaze dropped and he appeared almost bashful. " ease.. ease up— what's got you so bothered today.. " you mumble, a faint moan passing your mouth with ease.
when he don't respond, he keeps going and lets himself explore your pussy once again. extending his tongue and letting it poke through your entrance. he moans into your pussy, burrowing his face into it and appearing to feast there like a starving man while making almost repulsive slurping noises.
you tremble and wince under his tongue and mouth, your legs trembling as he performs his work, which he was incredibly skilled at. at that moment, he withdrew, grinning and heaving in his chest. he wanted to respond to your query at last.
eyeing you up, he smiles bashfully almost " well— i'm just .. i'm jus' really starving.. " he answers rather truthfully.
