People are making apocalypse jokes like thereâs no tomorrow.
Joel Miller
Alone at Last - Joel Miller 18+
Hard to Resist - Joel Miller 18+
Distraction - Joel Miller 18+
Danger and Dread - Joel Miller
When a Man Loves a Woman - Joel Miller 18+
How Do You Feel - Joel Miller 18+
Only Answers To You - Joel Miller 18+
Sacrificial Angel, Dirty Slut With Needs - Joel Miller 18+
Robin Buckley
Better Than Playboy - Robin Buckley 18+
Explicit Thoughts - Robin Buckley 18+
Girls on Film - Robin Buckley 18+
Girls Loving Girls + Chrissy Cunningham 18+
Chrissy Cunningham
Pleasuring Sensations 18+
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Our Future Together 18+
Angel Babe
Take Me Backstage 18+
Eddie Munson
Lovers Lake 18+
Catching Munson 18+
Cannabis and Cuddles
The Freak and His Sweetheart
You Give Me Fever 18+
Cold As Ice
Hey, Sailor 18+
Dungeon Master 18+
Innocent Little Librarian 18+
Needy Boy 18+
Morninâ Beautiful 18+
Sudden Urge 18+
Laundry Day 18+
Dirty Little Secret 18+
Sinful Lust 18+
Vampiric Mistress 18+
Fate Is In Your Hands 18+
The Spill Of Restraint + Steve Harrington 18+
Hard At Work + Steve Harrington 18+
Series
Passion Of The Lovers | Vampire!Eddie Munson x Werewolf!Steve Harrington x Reader
18+
Summary: Eddie is back in the dreary town of Hawkins, struggling to exist as an immoral and regretful of pushing everyone from his life, especially you. Secrets begin to unravel, natural rivals struggle to co-exist, and you're stuck in the middle of Munson and Harrington.
Wanda Maximoff
A Little Fantasy 18+
Westview After Dark 18+
Baby Girl 18+
Just The Two Of Us 18+
Shades of Scarlet 18+
In the Kitchen 18+
Peter Maximoff
Sleepiness
Comfort me
Scary Movie Night With Peter Maximoff
The Pixies and Pink Floyd
Nightmare
Tease 18+
The Night the Klepto Stole your Heart
Those Midnight Blues
Taking a Bubble Bath With Peter Maximoff 18+
Good Boy 18+
A Valentines Day Surprise
Playful Fun
A Deals A Deal
Game Boy Cuddles
Breakfast In Bed
Late-Night Fun 18+
Use Me 18+
Cuddle Me For a Bit Longer
Prettier Than the Sunset
Against The Desk 18+
The Cruise of Love
Peter Maximoff Comforting Insecure Curvy!Reader
Caught 18+
Reckless Behavior 18+
Study Buddies
Other Characters
There Goes My Baby - Kit Walker
Two Can Be As Filthy As One - Simon 'Ghost' Riley + John 'Soap' Mactavish 18+
Fuck it, I love you - Adrian Chase 18+
Deception, Dear - Adrian Chase 18+
Changes (In The House Of Flies) - Clint Flood 18+
The Devilâs Tool - Ben Mears 18+
Filled By The Void - Bob Reynolds 18+
After Hours - Luke (Pitch Perfect) 18+
Out Of All Heroes In Evergreen, You're the Worst - Adrian Chase
Light My Fire - Johnny Storm
The Boyfriend Bonding Experience - Adrian Chase 18+
Tags: 18+, Smut, Older Man/Younger Reader, Lap Dance, Unprotected Sex, Reverse Cowgirl, Pussy Pronouns, Possessive Behavior, Complicated Relationship, Family Friend, The Guy: A Douchey Pervert (As Expected), Canon-Typical Violence.
Summary: Clint recognizes a familiar face while conducting business at a strip club, someone he'd known quite intimately.
Kinktober 18 - Lap Dance
Violet bathes the stage in a sensual glow with the spotlight on the beautiful performer as she wraps her knee around the pole and makes a slow, elegant back hook rotation.
Clint settles into the leather chair, expression unreadable, simply staring at the officer across from him, who happened to be the man he's forced to appease while he works down his late father's debt.
It was clear that out of the crowd, he hadnât driven to San Francisco just for the sights; he was here for business.
He slides a single wedding band across the table, the object scraping against the glass, and halting next to a Highball. The grey-haired, older man with a crooked smile, picks up the ring and inspects it closely, noticing a faint splatter of dried blood on the gold-plated band.
âYou made sure he understood the consequences, if this ever happens again, right?â
âCouple of broken fingers got the point across..." Clint answered with an indifferent tone and a shrug of his shoulders. Though that wasn't the full story, he could tell by his wounded knuckles, but it was enough.
The corrupt officer tucks the ring into his pocket and praises him. "As always, youâre work is highly appreciated, Clint. Might I suggest a lap dance? My treat.â
Before he has the chance to reject, the guy is already waving at one of the ladies, asking them to round up a few individuals backstage.
âOne of your choosing...â
His view was suddenly filled with four exotic dancers, their alluring charm and sensuous smiles directed at the handsome man, as his dark gaze raked over them. He met with a familiar face, body adorned with a pearl-encrusted, purple lycra two-piece, from which chains descended to secure the matching bikini bottom.
Your breath hitched in surprise, instantly seeing the shared look of recognition in his eyes. Over the years, his striking features had yet to diminish, soft pink lips and a scar on his full cheek, but now he was adorned with salt-and-pepper stubble and a few more wrinkles.
He was wearing his leather jacket as usual; it still probably smelled of cigarettes and regret. You could feel the material pressed against your cheek, stained with tears, after being kicked out by your parents and left with nowhere to go, retreating to an old family friend.
Clint eventually acknowledges you with a deliberate nod, indicating his decision: he wants you. An unspoken tension lingers, but the guy is more than willing to invade the silence.
"Mm, quite a sight, huh? Excellent choice..." He grins smugly, extending a crisp fifty-dollar bill in his palm, acting as if he owned the club. âA private dance for my friend here, and uh, give him the... full experience, will ya, sweetheart?â He winks.
The other dancer's eye rolling in unison at his sleazy implication forces you to hold back a snicker. "Oh, I'd be more than willing to, sir, but that's going to cost a bit more."
You put on that fake, sultry performance, watching his eyes narrow, but he doesn't question it, at least not in front of so many people. Instead, he gives you a fifty, waits for you to leave, and reluctantly hands you another.
You smile as you tuck the cash into your stocking, aware that your little stunt amused Clint, that was, until the guy decided to speak up in that cocky manner that absolutely repulses you.
"Really bleeding me dry... I guess that's what you have to do for decent ass around here."
Clint curses under his breath, envisioning all the ways he could beat his employer to a pulp, before you're standing beside him, offering your pretty, manicured hand and drawing him back to reality.
âCome with me, handsome...â
He's captivated by the sway of your hips and pleasers clicking against the vinyl floor. They keep time with the music's beat as you lead him to the reserved section.
He takes a seat in the center of the room, watching you from the velvet-covered cushion while you slowly draw the curtains for privacy.
"You've uh, changed since I last saw you." His voice is deep and gravelly; when it hits your ears, it feels like a sound you haven't heard in forever, and the effect is enough to stir up butterflies in your stomach.
You brush off the feeling and slowly turn around, planting your hands on your hips.
It was a poor delivery; he didn't intend to be hostile. What he meant was your mannerisms, the confidence, and the level of comfort you displayed in action, mixed with that erotic gaze, stalking him like prey; it was a good look for you.
âGood to see you too, Clint... I'd almost forgotten what you looked like."
The passive-aggressive comment made him roll his eyes and direct his gaze toward his surroundings, where the walls were a deep shade of scarlet, embellished with sparkling crystals that shimmered under the low light, and a wide mirror mounted across from him. âSo howâd you end up workinâ here?â
âWell, to make a long story short, when I moved to the city, I applied for this job and passed the performance test." You retort, disregarding his prominent scoff of annoyance as the music reaches the end. âTwo songs. No touching.â
âOh, is that so, sweetheart?â He tilted his head, the pet name rolling from his tongue, like it never left. Right on cue, the next song begins to play throughout the club. It's intimate, intoxicating, and guides your movements.
You approach him slowly, watching him trace your gorgeous curves, savoring the sweetness heâd longed for on many sleepless nights.
It wasnât just a dance; it was a practiced ritual, circling your client like a tiger, gently guiding your hand from his thigh to his flannel-covered chest, before finally meeting his strong shoulders.
âDo your parents know about this?â
You slide a hand around his throat and force his head to tip back, looking him directly in the eyes. Itâs safe to say he already knows the answer, so you choose to counter it with your own question. âYouâre a little out of your way tonight⊠Does it have to do with those men out there?â
A wave of tension stiffened his posture as he responded sharply, clearly wanting to steer the conversation away from that topic. "That's a private matter.â
You abruptly release him and circle to his side, placing your heel firmly on the chair between his legs, âWhyâd you choose me, Clint? Out of all those dancers?â
With a feather-light touch, you run your fingertips along your inner thigh and glide upward, purposefully attracting his attention to your hand against your abdomen and between your breasts. Â
"Those men out there aren't the kind of people I want you associating with..." He says protectively, lingering on your seductive form. "If you knew some of the things they do, you'd never give 'em a chance."
Sweeping your leg down, you sway your hips to the music and lower to cup his knees, gently sliding them together. âIt looks like weâre both learning something new about each other." You smirk, tilting your chin up with a mischievous glow in your gaze.
The frown lines between his brows softened when you closed the distance and straddled his lap. You could feel the heat radiating through his clothes.
âYou sure don't miss what we once shared?... Perhaps, it's our history, or the way you used to fuck me, that's really on your mind."
The languid grind of your hips prompts him to inhale deeply, making him struggle to steady his breath. There was a silent understanding prevailing between you that he wasn't going to call a stop, and neither would you.
You slide your hand along his jaw, feeling his stubble beneath your skin, listening to him groan softly, "You just wanna see me suffer, don't ya?"
"Mhm, tell me the truth, and I'll give you a treat." You mock, mouth twitching into an amused smile, watching him fight to restrain the raw desperation building inside, before finally coming clean. Â
"Course I think about the... relationship we shared, and I wish I'd handled things differently under those circumstances." He sighs, slightly scratching the side of his jaw. "But, I can't watch you get tangled up with the people who could ruin your innocence.â Â
You cock your head with sly amusement in your narrowed gaze. Clint was always protective; maybe it was just his nature. You slide your clothed cunt across his bulge and teasingly whisper in his ear, âOh, and you wonât?â
"Maybe so," he muttered after a long pause, hands reaching downward to snake around your calves, and gently stroking the smooth skin, âBut Iâll treat you like a princess while I do.â
You bite your lower lip, trying to suppress a smile as a shiver runs down your spine. Rising to your feet, you deliberately drag your breasts across his face, making his cock twitch in his boxers. You slide your legs off his body, turn around, and settle into his lap.
"Show me, Clint, just like you used toâŠ" You lock eyes in the reflection of the mirror and slowly slide your panties aside, leaving them in the crease of your thigh.
He inhaled the sweet, vanilla fragrance upon your pulse points, an intoxicating aroma settling deep within him as he murmurs against your skin, âI ainât gonna be gentle with you, sweetheart.â
The zip of his jeans sent a jolt straight to your core; he wanted to mark and claim you, like he should've done long ago.
âThe rougher the better." You taunt, sneaking a glance over your shoulder and completely disregarding his hard, leaking member poking into your ass, acting as if it wasnât about to split you in half.
A mischievous smile curves onto your lips, taking delight in deliberately pushing his buttons. However, this attitude doesnât last long.
You spread your full, puffy lips apart, clit pulsating as you positioned his engorged tip to your entrance. Clint squeezes your hips and forces you down onto his length, making you release a small cry.
This sensation takes you back to your first night together, lying on his leather couch, which was probably older than you, the television muted in the background, bringing to life your earthshattering moans, while your face buries in the crevice of his neck, nails mark their path down his back, and legs lock firmly around his hips.
"Oh, babygirl, ain't found a bigger cock than mine, huh? I gotta train you all over again, make sure she remembers me for next time..."
Tangling your fingers in his hair, you were holding onto his words, as sweet as honey, but a fragile promise; you were afraid to ask if they would stick. Â
You start to roll the lower half of your torso, hips following in suit to create a lascivious rocking motion as the curvature of his thick erection adds to the intensity on your g-spot.
You steady your hands on his thighs and begin to bounce, meeting the music's rhythm in such a feverish manner that he growls approvingly, "Atta girl..."
His hands scale your body, one supporting your waist, and the other wrapping around your throat to quiet your moans, considering the curtain only does so much for privacy.
Clint watches you in the mirror, head tilted back, mouth agape, and breasts moving with each thrust as he guides you down, bringing both of you close to climax, "Still like it inside, sweetheart?"
You bobbed your head in consent, not giving a second thought to whether your cute panties would even hold back his cum dripping out of you. Â
Careful to avoid his bruised knuckles, you gently remove his hand from your neck, tracing your tongue along his calloused fingertips before sliding them into your mouth. Your moans vibrate against his skin as your walls seize around his cock, orgasms merging in a feverish haze.
The intense rush of desire fades into gentle intimacy as he softens inside you, keeping his warm, creamy release in place. His hand slowly withdrew from your mouth, allowing you to relax against him.
You reached back, combing through his soft hair quietly until he retaliated with a light squeeze to your waist that made you smile.
"You know... that was longer than two dances."Â Â
âI didnât see you complaining," He remarked with a smirk, savoring how easily the banter came between you, as if no time had passed at all.
You felt the warm tickle of his lips against your neck, making you instinctively tilt your head to the side, exposing more skin. "I should probably get back out before anybody starts to worry." You spoke shyly, shifting your weight in his lap. But before you could stand to adjust your clothes, he held you in place, preventing you from pulling away.
"Listen to me, keep away from my employer tonight, alright? Iâll give you all the cash in my pocket. Just promise you won't interact with 'em... If one of those bastards starts givin' you, or those ladies any trouble, I'll break their fuckin' legs."
The overprotective edge in his voice made a warmth blossom in your chest, before you gave a single, understanding nod. You had always seen a different side of Clint, but you were never under the illusion that he wasn't capable of violence; it was a part of his job. Â
Most of your friends would've gotten out of this complex relationship, but you didn't, and to admit the truth, it turned you on.
thoughts of rabbot walking in on you touching yourself. . . <3
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content warnings .á SMUT. mdni! dom!rabbot, sub!reader, mean!robby, soft!jack, slight fauxcest, daddy kink, use of pet names, use of a sex toy, masturbation, rabbot hint to reward and punishment đË àŁȘâč
when your boyfriends get held up in the ERâjack leaving for night shift and robby getting stuck with him after dayâyou canât help but squirm waiting for their return. robby should have been here already and jack had just left, so you were completely alone in the house, and left to entertain yourself.
luckily for you, jack had bought you a little wand to help you when they were away. robby had been a little opposed to the idea at first but relented in favor of your puppy eyes and jackâs persuasion. that being said, you decided to take matters into your own hands by playing with your toy.
only youâd forgotten to ask for permission.
you werenât too far into your solo session when the two of them entered the house. you hadnât heard the sound of them discussing their patients or the latest work drama as you were too busy working your fingers inside your pussy, the wand buzzing against your aching clit.
âyeah, so gloria thinksââ robby was saying as he pushed the door open to your bedroom, jack in tow. he cut himself off when he caught sight of you. âholy shit.â
âwell, would you look at that,â jack smirked as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.
you paused instantly and covered yourself with the comforter, sitting up in bed with heated cheeks and messy hair. any effort to hide what youâd been doing was definitely futile now.
ârobby! j- jack, iââ
âlooks like someoneâs misbehaving,â robby tsked as jack approached the bed. you automatically pulled the covers even tighter, shielding yourself from view. âtold you not to get her that wand.â
âah-ah, sweetheart, let daddy see,â jack chided.
you pouted at him but did as you were told, timidly pulling the covers down to reveal your weeping pussy, the wand slotted between your thighs.
âpoor baby. got so needy without us, huh?â jack cooed. you nodded with a small whimper.
âoh, please,â robby practically scoffed. he walked up behind jack and stared at you, crossing his arms. âshe knows better. donât you, baby?â
âiââ
âdonât listen to your dad. heâs just pissed he had to stay late,â jack said, ever the softer of the two. ânow, letâs get you taken care of, huh?â
robby chuckled, but it lacked real amusement. âyeah, right. how about punished?â
The belt unbuckling, his belly, the totally unnecessary zooming in of the belt, the moving of the dog, the gentle firm needy kiss into the bed and the dog happily staring completely unaware
