-20 wanting to reblog n/s/f/w works from different fandoms, also dom! reader mostly. i also need to address that i like dark nsfw content as well. given that thought, only interact if 18+ of age and are fine with this type of content
something that needs to be addressed when reading what i write
even if i try to be all inclusive, i dont think i'll be able to do it justice. i am a white girl with a family that is from mexico. i am scarily pale and plus size
i do try to write in a manner that shows the reader to be a blank canvas so that you can imagine whatever you want. like i said, try. sometimes i won't be able to do that, and when i do i'll make sure to give a warning when i post
very berry important
i am pro billy hargrove. and i can't believe im going to say this, and pro dacre montgomery.
reasons will not be added!
schedule
so originally this blog was created just to reblog nsfw works then i decided to write something of my own and post it
which brings me to this
i do not have a schedule for when i post
i unfortunately lose focus and whatever fixation i have on a fandom randomly
fandoms
i won't put down a complete list for the fandoms that i write for, so these are just the ones that are occupying my mind at the moment
tokyo revengers*
genshin impact
stranger things
*(i am not up to date)
and i reblog for any fandoms, so there's that
type
speaking of reblog and personal works, i am mainly interested in dom/top reader and occasionally will let myself slip and reblog (or post) a bottom reader here. other than that, top reader all the way
requests
do not exist at the moment. i would prefer it if no one sent me any requests, because i know i would not be getting to them. so (if open and allowed to) plse do send your ideas to other writers because they would do a way better job than i
masterlist
ā¦billy's bu*tā§
ā¦wrong medicine ā§
Series
ā¦having fun with characters (pt.1)
misc
i sometimes don't proofread what i write unless i see that a post is garnering a lil too much attention then yea i obviously have to revise the work ļ½(ćTćT)Ļ
i am currently playing three games and they take up my time too
genshin impact: i play on the europe and american server
cookie run: kingdom: dark cacao server
dislyte: once again, i have two accounts. also am in clubs already
honkai: star rail: also on american server
all under the same name (but also gluten-free and tenjosh) but i won't provide my uid cus is dangerous for it to be out in the open, except dislyte. dislyte is nice
āāāā ` Dex has a quite specific fetish, and you don't mind exploring it.
TAGS: Gender neutral reader | Sub Dex | Violence | Sadomasochism | Coming untouched | Heavy pain kink | Blood | Tags missing | Dark content
The warm air lazily caresses his bare skin, tracing every muscular contour while making his flesh hypersensitive, amplifying even the slightest movement and his hands remain restrained behind his back, the handcuffs just tight enough to remind him of the fact he can't escape even if he tries.
He feeds on the intense disgust in your eyes, that hatred that seems to emanate from you in waves so dense they could drown you and he absorbs it in the most thirsty and starving way possible, letting it settle under his skin like fuel and that hatred of yours would only become a problem for him if the ritual ever breaks and you suddenly start seeing him as a person, rather than what he wants to be to you.
His lips part slightly without conscious thought as he's releasing a silent breath and his pupils are so dilated, obscuring the color of his beautiful eyes, leaving only that dark, intense gaze as it scans you with a shameless, undisguised hunger. He shifts slightly in the chair while anticipation is coursing through his body, eating him alive from whiting, waiting for you to decide what comes next.
Dex knows you too well for someone you claim to despise.
He understands your inclination towards cruelty, those tendencies to inflict pain and the intense thrill that courses through you at the sight of freshly spilled blood. He has seen how your breathing changes, how your attention focuses, how the sickening darkness seeps through the cracks of any self-control you pretend to have.
You give, he takes, and it works because there's no one else who fits this space like him.
He licks his lips, watching intently as your finger slides across the table, testing how smooth and resistant the surface is.
No one else can handle this balance of repulsion and filthy longing that is ugly and deeply uncomfortable, and perhaps that's the most pathetic part of it all... That out of everyone, he's the only one who understands how to satisfy it, Dex is the only one who can please you in this way, however pitiful that may sound.
āAren't you going to ask me my safe word?ā he purrs playfully, his voice husky, low with amusement.
Dex swallows, unable to control how the blood rushes to his groin too quickly and his useless hands clench, taking a breath before replying.
Your eyes shift from the table to rest on those pools of hazel and you remain stoic, ignoring his joke, āhow many?ā you ask softly, reaching closer and raising your hand to place it on the back of his head and he's immediately tensing as your fingers tangle and tighten in his hair.
āUntil I wish I had a safe word.ā he mutters, listening to his heart pounding so loudly in his ears and he's lying, he would never use a safe word since he expects you to never stop.
There's a tingle traveling beneath your skin, and your hand tighten his hair.
āBreathe.ā
Just as he's about to inhale, you roughly force his head back and slam his face against the table and the sound is so loud, echoing through the place and Dex gasps from the pain that starts in his nose, spreading like flames across his face and you keep it pressed against the surface dragging it slowly, the first blow leaving you breathless.
And you don't stop.
You do it again, lifting his head, then crushing it against the smooth wood.
One, two, three, four, five blows, each one harder than the last and he's shivering in the chair, thighs tensing beneath his black cargo pants, hands shaking behind his back.
You're panting for breath now; each blow resonates more deeply in your ears lodging itself in your brain.
Dex is in the same state.
The table breaks his nose, there's warm blood gushing from his nostrils as his lips are split, he feels his gums burn and bleed, smiling widely at such delicious feeling and each blow widens the split on his cheekbone caused by the impact and his forehead is aching.
He wonders what his fresh bruises look like, and the mere thought makes his cock throb and leak untouched inside his warm clothes.
You let him breathe after the eighth impact, pulling his face away from the filthy wood, now darker with blood that belongs to him. You let out a little huff as you watch the red and thick strands of drool connecting his split lips to the table before they snap from the shake you give to his head to make sure he hasn't passed out.
He's grinning with his eyes closed, so ecstatic and pretty it makes you sick to admit it, so writhing in pain that burns his swollen wounded face, then you grip his hair tighter and you need to see him die like this, quivering and panting in agony until he just can't take it anymore.
You want his indestructible skull to crack because of you, you want that adamantium to damage his brain somehow, you hope he stops breathing once you've finished off his pretty and perfect nose.
The fact that he can still endure more infuriates you, and he's begging you for more as you stare at the fresh and inviting blood adorning his disfiguring face.
āPāPlease, more, more more,ā he babbles, drooling as he keeps his mouth agape to pray to you in sheer devotion, and you want to know if his teeth are loose, you want to see if you damaged them enough for him to spit one out.
You bite your lip hard until it's bruised and return to your task with more fervor than before, smashing his face again but with more force, maintaining a solid grip on his now sweaty hair and his shoulders go slack. You don't need to look to know he's pushing his hips up for some sweet friction.
You just continue, harder, a tenth time, frowning at how starving you feel for more, clenching your teeth when he lets out an agonizing groan on the tenth blow. His head even slips from your grasp from the force, and you have to place your hand on his neck and grip it to lift his face again.
Then your hand travels to his hair, tilting his head towards the light and he's so broken, head lolling pathetically being held just by your grip and he has a satisfied smile on his blood-soaked face, bruises adorn him beneath the sticky deep red, his half-open mouth salivates nonstop and his eyes are no longer open, you hope he has a weak pulse now, you hope his brain hits his skull.
With the finger of your free hand, you caress a cut on the bridge of his nose, smearing your finger with his blood, and bring it to his mouth, just to test how conscious he is.
Slowly, his pink tongue peeks out, his mouth barely moving because he can't even feel it anymore. He wipes the blood from your finger using his warm tongue, humming at the metallic taste, and you can't help but smile with satisfaction. Then, as your final display of pleasure, you grip the hair that falls over his forehead and pull down, his face slams back against the surface with a loud thump, listening to something breaking that makes you puff a shaky breath in fascination.
Dex tenses all over and not a single sound escapes him, and you see him squirm slightly after a few seconds.
Such a whore for pain.
So adorable, he came inside his pants, making a mess inside the fabric that sticks to his weeping, thick cock. His torso is covered in sweat, every muscle glistening making you so hungry, wetness adorning his freckled flesh that must taste so salthy and good.
You push him off the chair effortlessly; he falls to the ground with a heavy thud and weakly settles onto his back, huffing in need, groaning in pain that intensifies when he feels air hit his raw face.
You're standing in front of him, staring at how dark the faded fabric is in his crotch.
So wet.
You stare more than you should, fascinated at how he's so big and worthless, too easy for you and you are licking your lips, your shoe slides into his groin without any little gentleness, reveling in how hard he remains even though he's just finished.
Dex whines silently, pushing his tired hips against your shoe, arching his back when you press too roughly, eliciting a guttural moan from his dry throat; poor, sweet boy can barely breathe.
His cock hurts so much it's not even pleasurable anymore, but he's so delirious by it. He's drugged by the excruciating pain, choking when you press a little harder right where his aching tip is, and then you pull your shoe away when you realize that not satisfying him will only make him feel worse.
Which is all that matters.
You take a step back, admiring the work of art before you.
He looks like a masterpiece, blood trickling down his neck, his face perfectly disfigured, his chest rising and falling so gently it seems he's not breathing anymore, perky nipples hard and sensitive adorning his tits, thick thighs spread, his cock waning before you and his muscles are loose, adjusting to the discomfort of maintaining his hands behind his back.
You feel the urge to touch him, to dig your finger into his swollen cheekbone, but you're disgusted by the thought. So you just reach into your pocket, pull out a pair of small keys, and toss them aside.
āYou have ten minutes to leave. Clean my table,ā
You mutter, not caring if he heard you or not, and you hope he didn't.
āāāā ` Dex has a quite specific fetish, and you don't mind exploring it.
TAGS: Gender neutral reader | Sub Dex | Violence | Sadomasochism | Coming untouched | Heavy pain kink | Blood | Tags missing | Dark content
The warm air lazily caresses his bare skin, tracing every muscular contour while making his flesh hypersensitive, amplifying even the slightest movement and his hands remain restrained behind his back, the handcuffs just tight enough to remind him of the fact he can't escape even if he tries.
He feeds on the intense disgust in your eyes, that hatred that seems to emanate from you in waves so dense they could drown you and he absorbs it in the most thirsty and starving way possible, letting it settle under his skin like fuel and that hatred of yours would only become a problem for him if the ritual ever breaks and you suddenly start seeing him as a person, rather than what he wants to be to you.
His lips part slightly without conscious thought as he's releasing a silent breath and his pupils are so dilated, obscuring the color of his beautiful eyes, leaving only that dark, intense gaze as it scans you with a shameless, undisguised hunger. He shifts slightly in the chair while anticipation is coursing through his body, eating him alive from whiting, waiting for you to decide what comes next.
Dex knows you too well for someone you claim to despise.
He understands your inclination towards cruelty, those tendencies to inflict pain and the intense thrill that courses through you at the sight of freshly spilled blood. He has seen how your breathing changes, how your attention focuses, how the sickening darkness seeps through the cracks of any self-control you pretend to have.
You give, he takes, and it works because there's no one else who fits this space like him.
He licks his lips, watching intently as your finger slides across the table, testing how smooth and resistant the surface is.
No one else can handle this balance of repulsion and filthy longing that is ugly and deeply uncomfortable, and perhaps that's the most pathetic part of it all... That out of everyone, he's the only one who understands how to satisfy it, Dex is the only one who can please you in this way, however pitiful that may sound.
āAren't you going to ask me my safe word?ā he purrs playfully, his voice husky, low with amusement.
Dex swallows, unable to control how the blood rushes to his groin too quickly and his useless hands clench, taking a breath before replying.
Your eyes shift from the table to rest on those pools of hazel and you remain stoic, ignoring his joke, āhow many?ā you ask softly, reaching closer and raising your hand to place it on the back of his head and he's immediately tensing as your fingers tangle and tighten in his hair.
āUntil I wish I had a safe word.ā he mutters, listening to his heart pounding so loudly in his ears and he's lying, he would never use a safe word since he expects you to never stop.
There's a tingle traveling beneath your skin, and your hand tighten his hair.
āBreathe.ā
Just as he's about to inhale, you roughly force his head back and slam his face against the table and the sound is so loud, echoing through the place and Dex gasps from the pain that starts in his nose, spreading like flames across his face and you keep it pressed against the surface dragging it slowly, the first blow leaving you breathless.
And you don't stop.
You do it again, lifting his head, then crushing it against the smooth wood.
One, two, three, four, five blows, each one harder than the last and he's shivering in the chair, thighs tensing beneath his black cargo pants, hands shaking behind his back.
You're panting for breath now; each blow resonates more deeply in your ears lodging itself in your brain.
Dex is in the same state.
The table breaks his nose, there's warm blood gushing from his nostrils as his lips are split, he feels his gums burn and bleed, smiling widely at such delicious feeling and each blow widens the split on his cheekbone caused by the impact and his forehead is aching.
He wonders what his fresh bruises look like, and the mere thought makes his cock throb and leak untouched inside his warm clothes.
You let him breathe after the eighth impact, pulling his face away from the filthy wood, now darker with blood that belongs to him. You let out a little huff as you watch the red and thick strands of drool connecting his split lips to the table before they snap from the shake you give to his head to make sure he hasn't passed out.
He's grinning with his eyes closed, so ecstatic and pretty it makes you sick to admit it, so writhing in pain that burns his swollen wounded face, then you grip his hair tighter and you need to see him die like this, quivering and panting in agony until he just can't take it anymore.
You want his indestructible skull to crack because of you, you want that adamantium to damage his brain somehow, you hope he stops breathing once you've finished off his pretty and perfect nose.
The fact that he can still endure more infuriates you, and he's begging you for more as you stare at the fresh and inviting blood adorning his disfiguring face.
āPāPlease, more, more more,ā he babbles, drooling as he keeps his mouth agape to pray to you in sheer devotion, and you want to know if his teeth are loose, you want to see if you damaged them enough for him to spit one out.
You bite your lip hard until it's bruised and return to your task with more fervor than before, smashing his face again but with more force, maintaining a solid grip on his now sweaty hair and his shoulders go slack. You don't need to look to know he's pushing his hips up for some sweet friction.
You just continue, harder, a tenth time, frowning at how starving you feel for more, clenching your teeth when he lets out an agonizing groan on the tenth blow. His head even slips from your grasp from the force, and you have to place your hand on his neck and grip it to lift his face again.
Then your hand travels to his hair, tilting his head towards the light and he's so broken, head lolling pathetically being held just by your grip and he has a satisfied smile on his blood-soaked face, bruises adorn him beneath the sticky deep red, his half-open mouth salivates nonstop and his eyes are no longer open, you hope he has a weak pulse now, you hope his brain hits his skull.
With the finger of your free hand, you caress a cut on the bridge of his nose, smearing your finger with his blood, and bring it to his mouth, just to test how conscious he is.
Slowly, his pink tongue peeks out, his mouth barely moving because he can't even feel it anymore. He wipes the blood from your finger using his warm tongue, humming at the metallic taste, and you can't help but smile with satisfaction. Then, as your final display of pleasure, you grip the hair that falls over his forehead and pull down, his face slams back against the surface with a loud thump, listening to something breaking that makes you puff a shaky breath in fascination.
Dex tenses all over and not a single sound escapes him, and you see him squirm slightly after a few seconds.
Such a whore for pain.
So adorable, he came inside his pants, making a mess inside the fabric that sticks to his weeping, thick cock. His torso is covered in sweat, every muscle glistening making you so hungry, wetness adorning his freckled flesh that must taste so salthy and good.
You push him off the chair effortlessly; he falls to the ground with a heavy thud and weakly settles onto his back, huffing in need, groaning in pain that intensifies when he feels air hit his raw face.
You're standing in front of him, staring at how dark the faded fabric is in his crotch.
So wet.
You stare more than you should, fascinated at how he's so big and worthless, too easy for you and you are licking your lips, your shoe slides into his groin without any little gentleness, reveling in how hard he remains even though he's just finished.
Dex whines silently, pushing his tired hips against your shoe, arching his back when you press too roughly, eliciting a guttural moan from his dry throat; poor, sweet boy can barely breathe.
His cock hurts so much it's not even pleasurable anymore, but he's so delirious by it. He's drugged by the excruciating pain, choking when you press a little harder right where his aching tip is, and then you pull your shoe away when you realize that not satisfying him will only make him feel worse.
Which is all that matters.
You take a step back, admiring the work of art before you.
He looks like a masterpiece, blood trickling down his neck, his face perfectly disfigured, his chest rising and falling so gently it seems he's not breathing anymore, perky nipples hard and sensitive adorning his tits, thick thighs spread, his cock waning before you and his muscles are loose, adjusting to the discomfort of maintaining his hands behind his back.
You feel the urge to touch him, to dig your finger into his swollen cheekbone, but you're disgusted by the thought. So you just reach into your pocket, pull out a pair of small keys, and toss them aside.
āYou have ten minutes to leave. Clean my table,ā
You mutter, not caring if he heard you or not, and you hope he didn't.
Saw your post abt dex taking it like a good boy so I wanted to ask if u have any of your delicious fics or drafts about him taking strap maybe
hey i hope you know i dropped everything else when i got this and started writing like a woman possessed.... 18+ under the cut (pegging sub!bottom!dex)
...the way his body shivers under youādex, solid dex, the same one who would shove a guy through drywall for looking at you wrongānow trembling and laid bare, cheeks being kneaded open by your palms as you spread him with reverence and hunger both. his hole clenches nervously under your thumb, fluttering shyly. his breathās caught in his throat, that long, thick spine arched like a tensioned bow, back muscles rippling under the dim light seemingly carved and glistening from marble. but itās your fingers parting that delicate ring thatās making him whimperāānnn-fuckā¦ā
you hush him without words. slick fingers coated in lube tease and swirl, first pressing, then pushing ināslow and steady, gentle enough, massaging the muscle to relax it. he moans with embarrassment at how easily he melts around one finger, then two, squirming when your knuckles twist and find that spot that makes his thighs want to twitch uncontrollably. you hear the wet gasp he tries to bury in the pillow.
āgonna be a good boy for me?ā you murmur, tone syrupy, hand groping his cheek again as your other strokes deep inside, scissoring just slightly, the squelch obscene and soaking loud. he nods, his face already flushed and damp.
āspit,ā you command, holding your palm out, and he turns his head to obey, saliva glistening as it drips warm into your hand. you slather it messily along your strap, smirking when his hips twitch backward unconsciously, hole twitching in expectation. heās already completely whipped and you havenāt even started.
āyou in a rush, baby?ā you laugh at his frustrated huffs, tapping his ass affectionately. āalright, alright. ready?ā you purr, lining the toyās tip with his eager, lubed entrance, his thighs trembling under your hold. you push just the head in, slow, watching his fingers tighten in the sheets. his hips jerk minutely before you hold him down, palm flat and authoritative on his back.
ābreathe.ā
he does. and you ease deeper, inch by inch, taking your time like a predator drawing the kill outāheās panting by the time half the lengthās inside, his ass clenching and trembling, forehead digging into the sheets.
āfuuck.. hnn..ā he moans, voice rasped and hitched, teeth sinking into the pillow to muffle it as the stretch turns to fullness, turns to a burn that melts into aching pleasure when you bottom out. you donāt move. you hold there, heat pouring off his dimpled back, the toy buried to the base, your fingers curling around his hips and leaving claiming half-crescents on the milky skin there. your pelvis grinds gently against his ass, just enough to make him feel itāfeel how deep heās taken you, how good heās being. his body shudders with every exhale.
he starts whining, deep and low at first then turning high-pitched when you rock your hips just enough to drag the strapās tip against that raw bundle of nerves inside him. that one that makes him groan uncontrollably, the sweet spot that has his entire body aflame. heās your cute toy to play with, your big dumb thing, drooling on the sheets while you wreck him.
he canāt even beg properly for you to move, just mumbling and sobbing, ānnn-mmnhāpleaseā¦ā
āsāyour first time, dex? coulda fooled me with how fuckinā tight you are.ā
you fuck him slow, intentionally, and each thrust presses him forward on the bed til the sheets bunch and twist beneath him, until his arms canāt hold him up anymore and he collapses into his elbows, then down fully, face pressed into the damp cotton while his ass stays raised like he was made to be taken like this. you slide a hand along the cut of his back, nails lightly scraping, then down front to his lower belly, teasing the head of his erect cock. he whimpers and his hand comes down, trying to jerk himself off while youāre fucking him, and you slap his hand away.
āonly i decide when you cum, not you.ā
ās-sorry, fuckāiām sorry,ā he gasps, hand yanked away as he crumples forward, cock pulsing untouched beneath him, angry at the denial. the precum spatters against his belly when he flinches, dripping in fat beads like syrup down his shaft and onto the sheets below.
āwouldja look at that...,ā you whisper, chuckling a little, fingers ghosting over his leaking tip again. āso fucking predictable. youāre making a fucking mess for me already.ā
finally finally, your hands close around his cock and stroke him hard and fast, hand slick with lube and spit. ā...hnmff-! fuck, mmn..ā heās out of breath and struggling to keep up as your thrusts get harsher, the slap of skin on skin humiliatingly loud in the room. his breath comes in ragged sobs now, moaning like a bitch in heat as he starts pushing back against you, grinding his ass to meet every thrust like he needs it, like heād die if you stopped.
the mirror from the bedside reflects it allāhim, flushed and stupid, face streaked with tears, mouth open and drooling slightly. you shift to grab it and set it down in front of him vaguely, forcing his face toward it.
ālook, look at you,ā you snarl, leaning in to press a kiss to his back, your hips still rolling as the strap rails him over and over again. ālookāt how pretty you cry.ā
he does. he canāt not: eyes fluttering open just enough to see his own pathetic, cockdrunk expression in the glass. it makes him whimper louder, thighs straining to keep his ass up for you while you're fucking him, him dangerously close to his limit with you hitting and hitting that spot again and again.
āy- yāclose, baby?ā you coo, still stroking him, your grip tight and fast, fist pumping over his shaft while you pound him into the mattress.
āmm.. hh..ā he tries to speak, but he can only manage to pant and whine pathetically, hips jerking helplessly. ānngh...yeah, māgonnaā!ā
āokay, okay, let go, honey.. be a good boy, come for me...ā
his whole body tenses, then convulsesācum shooting across the sheets and your fist, sticky and whitish and endless. his breath stops mid-moan, body arching, twitching, chest heaving like heās been electrocuted from the inside. your thrusts donāt stop until he collapses, legs spread, hole still clenching weakly around the strap. you rub soothing circles along his hips, then his thighs, then slide out slow so he whimpers but doesnāt resist, twitching with oversensitivity.
āshhh... sorry, pretty boy. did it hurt?ā you whisper, laying beside him, dragging his trembling frame into your arms, the mattress soiled with sweat and cum beneath him. he nods, but smiles weakly, pressing his face into your chest reassuringly, mumbling, āt-thank you.. for f-fucking me..ā his eyes are glazed, cheek red and lined from being pressed face-down on the sheets, lips parted and breath shallow. youāre suddenly accosted by affection at the sweet sight of him like this, sighing, āmāsorry...ā hand running through his sweaty hair, fixing it vaguely, āyou did such a good job for me."
absently stroking his hair, you grab your phone by the bedside and lift his head by the jaw. pointing the camera at him, you make him look at you with his hazel eyes still dazed and teary. he doesnāt even flinch when the flash goes off, blinking slow and mouth parted like heās too blissed to close it.
āanother picture, alright? smile,ā you say softly, grabbing his jaw to make him face the camera better. āyou look so pretty like this.ā
Saw your post abt dex taking it like a good boy so I wanted to ask if u have any of your delicious fics or drafts about him taking strap maybe
hey i hope you know i dropped everything else when i got this and started writing like a woman possessed.... 18+ under the cut (pegging sub!bottom!dex)
...the way his body shivers under youādex, solid dex, the same one who would shove a guy through drywall for looking at you wrongānow trembling and laid bare, cheeks being kneaded open by your palms as you spread him with reverence and hunger both. his hole clenches nervously under your thumb, fluttering shyly. his breathās caught in his throat, that long, thick spine arched like a tensioned bow, back muscles rippling under the dim light seemingly carved and glistening from marble. but itās your fingers parting that delicate ring thatās making him whimperāānnn-fuckā¦ā
you hush him without words. slick fingers coated in lube tease and swirl, first pressing, then pushing ināslow and steady, gentle enough, massaging the muscle to relax it. he moans with embarrassment at how easily he melts around one finger, then two, squirming when your knuckles twist and find that spot that makes his thighs want to twitch uncontrollably. you hear the wet gasp he tries to bury in the pillow.
āgonna be a good boy for me?ā you murmur, tone syrupy, hand groping his cheek again as your other strokes deep inside, scissoring just slightly, the squelch obscene and soaking loud. he nods, his face already flushed and damp.
āspit,ā you command, holding your palm out, and he turns his head to obey, saliva glistening as it drips warm into your hand. you slather it messily along your strap, smirking when his hips twitch backward unconsciously, hole twitching in expectation. heās already completely whipped and you havenāt even started.
āyou in a rush, baby?ā you laugh at his frustrated huffs, tapping his ass affectionately. āalright, alright. ready?ā you purr, lining the toyās tip with his eager, lubed entrance, his thighs trembling under your hold. you push just the head in, slow, watching his fingers tighten in the sheets. his hips jerk minutely before you hold him down, palm flat and authoritative on his back.
ābreathe.ā
he does. and you ease deeper, inch by inch, taking your time like a predator drawing the kill outāheās panting by the time half the lengthās inside, his ass clenching and trembling, forehead digging into the sheets.
āfuuck.. hnn..ā he moans, voice rasped and hitched, teeth sinking into the pillow to muffle it as the stretch turns to fullness, turns to a burn that melts into aching pleasure when you bottom out. you donāt move. you hold there, heat pouring off his dimpled back, the toy buried to the base, your fingers curling around his hips and leaving claiming half-crescents on the milky skin there. your pelvis grinds gently against his ass, just enough to make him feel itāfeel how deep heās taken you, how good heās being. his body shudders with every exhale.
he starts whining, deep and low at first then turning high-pitched when you rock your hips just enough to drag the strapās tip against that raw bundle of nerves inside him. that one that makes him groan uncontrollably, the sweet spot that has his entire body aflame. heās your cute toy to play with, your big dumb thing, drooling on the sheets while you wreck him.
he canāt even beg properly for you to move, just mumbling and sobbing, ānnn-mmnhāpleaseā¦ā
āsāyour first time, dex? coulda fooled me with how fuckinā tight you are.ā
you fuck him slow, intentionally, and each thrust presses him forward on the bed til the sheets bunch and twist beneath him, until his arms canāt hold him up anymore and he collapses into his elbows, then down fully, face pressed into the damp cotton while his ass stays raised like he was made to be taken like this. you slide a hand along the cut of his back, nails lightly scraping, then down front to his lower belly, teasing the head of his erect cock. he whimpers and his hand comes down, trying to jerk himself off while youāre fucking him, and you slap his hand away.
āonly i decide when you cum, not you.ā
ās-sorry, fuckāiām sorry,ā he gasps, hand yanked away as he crumples forward, cock pulsing untouched beneath him, angry at the denial. the precum spatters against his belly when he flinches, dripping in fat beads like syrup down his shaft and onto the sheets below.
āwouldja look at that...,ā you whisper, chuckling a little, fingers ghosting over his leaking tip again. āso fucking predictable. youāre making a fucking mess for me already.ā
finally finally, your hands close around his cock and stroke him hard and fast, hand slick with lube and spit. ā...hnmff-! fuck, mmn..ā heās out of breath and struggling to keep up as your thrusts get harsher, the slap of skin on skin humiliatingly loud in the room. his breath comes in ragged sobs now, moaning like a bitch in heat as he starts pushing back against you, grinding his ass to meet every thrust like he needs it, like heād die if you stopped.
the mirror from the bedside reflects it allāhim, flushed and stupid, face streaked with tears, mouth open and drooling slightly. you shift to grab it and set it down in front of him vaguely, forcing his face toward it.
ālook, look at you,ā you snarl, leaning in to press a kiss to his back, your hips still rolling as the strap rails him over and over again. ālookāt how pretty you cry.ā
he does. he canāt not: eyes fluttering open just enough to see his own pathetic, cockdrunk expression in the glass. it makes him whimper louder, thighs straining to keep his ass up for you while you're fucking him, him dangerously close to his limit with you hitting and hitting that spot again and again.
āy- yāclose, baby?ā you coo, still stroking him, your grip tight and fast, fist pumping over his shaft while you pound him into the mattress.
āmm.. hh..ā he tries to speak, but he can only manage to pant and whine pathetically, hips jerking helplessly. ānngh...yeah, māgonnaā!ā
āokay, okay, let go, honey.. be a good boy, come for me...ā
his whole body tenses, then convulsesācum shooting across the sheets and your fist, sticky and whitish and endless. his breath stops mid-moan, body arching, twitching, chest heaving like heās been electrocuted from the inside. your thrusts donāt stop until he collapses, legs spread, hole still clenching weakly around the strap. you rub soothing circles along his hips, then his thighs, then slide out slow so he whimpers but doesnāt resist, twitching with oversensitivity.
āshhh... sorry, pretty boy. did it hurt?ā you whisper, laying beside him, dragging his trembling frame into your arms, the mattress soiled with sweat and cum beneath him. he nods, but smiles weakly, pressing his face into your chest reassuringly, mumbling, āt-thank you.. for f-fucking me..ā his eyes are glazed, cheek red and lined from being pressed face-down on the sheets, lips parted and breath shallow. youāre suddenly accosted by affection at the sweet sight of him like this, sighing, āmāsorry...ā hand running through his sweaty hair, fixing it vaguely, āyou did such a good job for me."
absently stroking his hair, you grab your phone by the bedside and lift his head by the jaw. pointing the camera at him, you make him look at you with his hazel eyes still dazed and teary. he doesnāt even flinch when the flash goes off, blinking slow and mouth parted like heās too blissed to close it.
āanother picture, alright? smile,ā you say softly, grabbing his jaw to make him face the camera better. āyou look so pretty like this.ā
variants from across space and time strike up a deal with a man who claims to control it. their reward? you, the eye of their obsession and the one treasure they'd lost once before but vow to never let go again.
Meet - needy mark variant who had wanted nothing more than to be your good boy <3
ā part one, full-mask
ā§ļ½„ļ¾MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI
Needy Mark Variant who in his universe praised the very ground you walked on, compliments frequently rolling off his tongue and into your mouth as he sucked you in more than he did air.
Needy Mark Variant who would do anything you asked him to without a moments notice. Sometimes even performing random acts of love if only to earn your praise.
Needy Mark Variant who would do whatever it takes to get you to call him your good boy. His face nudged against your palm as he looked up at you with sad pathetic eyes, urging you to praise him for a job well done with whatever it was he'd just done for you.
Needy Mark Variant whose pupils begin to dilate when he sees you wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties, his hands roaming your body and touching you in all the right places that makes the fabric of your underwear damp with need.
Needy Mark Variant whose on his knees, face pressed against your cunt as he presses the flat of his tongue against your puffy clit, repeatedly licking stripes into your slit all the while doing his best not to cum right then and there.
Needy Mark Variant who sometimes needs to be punished for not listening, his hair getting pulled with a hiss as you try to get him to stop licking and sucking at your cunt after you just came all over his face, his chin dripping with your juices as you see just how drunk he got off of servicing you like the good boy he is.
Needy Mark Variant who you make whimper and moan beneath you, your hand stroking his aching cock in a painfully slow rhythm that has him attempting to buck his hips to try and gain more friction. Please. Please. Please! Slurred out from him as he grips the sheets, his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as he pants and follows your every stroke with his hips.
Needy Mark Variant who isn't allowed to cum unless you allow him to, and once you do he's shooting ropes onto himself, the head of his cock twitching against his stomach after you let go. Once he's caught his breath your hand returns to his shaft and you begin pumping him until he's a muttering mess, complaining about how sensitive he is, and how he thinks he might die if you keep going.
Needy Mark Variant who easily gets hard again but this time he can hardly think passed the haze in his fucked out mind, his body moving purely on instinct as he lets you take the reins from him <3
Needy Mark Variant who wanted nothing more than to propose to you. that empty spot on your ring finger a reminder that you weren't his just yet - at least not in a way that would keep others away from you.
Needy Mark Variant who flew you to paris, the city of love, and had prepared a grand gesture in order to impress you. he had made sure everything would be perfect, from the music, the food, and even the weather too.
Needy Mark Variant who had just gotten down on one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket for the small box as he ignored all else around him and focused entirely on you - your mouth covered by your hands in shock as he admired the way your eyes twinkled with excitement.
Needy Mark Variant who had just opened his mouth to say the words right as the front half of his person was doused with your blood, his shellshocked expression frozen in place as his mind stuttered to catch up with what had just happened.
Needy Mark Variant who felt something snap inside him that day. he hadn't bothered to hear the viltrumite woman out after she'd killed the one thing that mattered to him. he'd made sure to drag out her demise, to make it as painful as possible if only to stop the aching emptiness her action had left inside him.
Needy Mark Variant that fell into a deep depression after your death. he was lost, set on a path without proper direction as he felt forced to navigate towards a destination with no real purpose left for him.
Needy Mark Variant who died that day with you. he stopped going out as invincible, didn't bother helping the GDA or GOTG whenever they called, and instead spent his time doing nothing but exist.
Needy Mark Variant who spent a year following the same routine until one day his saving grace finally arrived. An offer, one he was readily agreeing with before the man could finish what he'd have to do in return.
Needy Mark Variant who needed you more than he needed air.
Needy Mark Variant who found a new purpose in life, and once more it happened to be you <3
Heād been around every corner, inside every small store, nothing caught his eye, and it was driving him up the wall. Never in his life had he been so out of ideas, and it was almost hurtful to his pride. Preparing things for the wedding had taken up a lot of his time, along with filling the role of Acting Grand Sage, his schedule was completely full these days.
Sitting in the living room of your apartment, his head was buried in a novel per usual. You tried sneaking your way through the hallway and into your bedroom, but really nothing could get past his almost unrealistic peripheral vision. āWelcome home, beautiful,ā he nonchalantly hums, flipping a page and attempting to mask a yawn.
Youād always found it funny how he always acted so calm and collected, but you knew all too well how he could crack eventually under pressure. To be frank, you wanted to bring him to that level again. Just be completely open with you, and leave himself vulnerable to you.
āHi, my love! Sorry, groceries took a little longer than expected,ā you awkwardly mused, scratching at the corner of your mouth.
āNot to worry.ā
Believe me, I wonāt, you could only think to yourself. Laughing a little to yourself, you pushed the bags you brought home into your closet, hoping to higher powers Alhaitham never peeked inside.
You took your lighter and quietly lit scented candles all around, changing into a loose black t-shirt and a pair of lacy black underwear, floral designs decorating each inch of the garment. Freshening yourself up a bit, you took your purchases from the closet and laid them out. A pretty matching set of red lingerie, a generous amount of sex toys and to set the mood, some red wine imported straight from Mondstadt.
āI want you, baby, come make me feel good,ā you seductively hummed, stroking his chest with your hand, feeling a chill rake over his skin as you grazed his nipple.
āDarling, are you not tired?ā He quipped, implying your long day of shopping. Shaking your head, your hand sunk down lower until it rested on his clothed dick, the hidden treasure twitching under your touch.
āJust come on, handsome, I want you to fuck me so badly,ā you whined, pulling him from his comfortable spot on the couch and into your bedroom. āI know we both couldnāt think of much of a gift, so the least you can do is make your beautiful woman feel good, no?ā
āGods know I had no ideas,ā he apologized, refusing to make eye contact with you.
āHow about you make it up to me now, with a little bit of fun?ā You bargained, holding up the set you picked out for him and pressing it into his chest. āStrip for me, darling, let me see that beautiful body of yours.ā
Taking away each piece of clothing from his figure, he was left bare, almost trying to hide his hard member, the result of all your teasing. āCome here, baby, I want you to wear something else first.ā Taking the cockring you left on your dresser, you motioned for him to sit on your bed. As he did, you massaged his meaty thighs and kissed them, sliding your fingers across the base of his cock. Sliding it on carefully, he groaned at the pressure built at the base.
āSuch a good boy for me, Alhaitham, such an obedient boy for me,ā you praised, kissing along his thighs as you gently squeezed them.
āThank you,ā he shyly accepted your compliment, body growing hot from perspiration, the desperation to be fucked beyond belief becoming too much for him.
āNow, put on the set, I wanna see how pretty you are,ā you requested, taking the thong and helping him step into it, pulling it over his poor, restricted cock. The bra was so pretty, fitting so beautifully over his defined chest, so strong and defined, and one of your favorite parts about him, physically.
āSo beautiful, baby, youāre so fucking irresistible,ā you praised, licking over his sculpted abs and groping at his soft ass. āI wanna ruin you, make you feel so good you forget your own name. Do you want me to do that to you?ā
āI do, (Y/N), do whatever you want to me, please,ā he pleaded, grabbing at your breasts and dropping down to his knees to caress your thighs. āPlease, let me taste you.ā
āSo desperate for me, baby, such a good boy, wanting to please me that much. So sweet, so considerate,ā you gushed, slipping your undergarments down your legs, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. āGo ahead, baby.ā
He took no time at all, resting on his knees and arching his back, leaning against the bed for support as he grazed his tongue over your warm pussy, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs. He knew all too well how squirmy you could get.
He lapped at your wet slit, each brush of his tongue against your clit sending shivers down your spine. āFeels so good there, Alhaitham, youāre so good, baby,ā you praised again, massaging his head with your hand as you gently pulled at his hair. The familiar tight knot in your stomach made you groan in pleasure.
Although heād eaten you out many a time, youād never seen him so submissive and happy to please you, so eager to taste you, and thatās all it took to make you desperate to ruin him, your obedient boy. He would moan into your pussy, the reverberations making you cry out in pleasure. āYou taste so good.. fuck.. so sweet, I love making you.. feel good, so pretty, I could cum from... just doing this.ā
His words made you cry out, the butterflies in your stomach becoming so unbearable, the absolute need to reach your climax, the babbling between you both. You truly wondered who was enjoying this more, the giver or the receiver.
At long last, that tight knot finally came undone. You tried to muffle your moans with your hand, but it felt too good, you didnāt care who could hear through the walls. You were awfully lucky they were thick.
āOh, fuck, thank you, Alhaitham. Youāre so good for me,ā you praised, pulling him away from your dripping pussy, his lips glistening with your essence and eyes hazy from pure, unadulterated lust. āTake my place for me, angel, I want to make you feel good, too.ā
You took the plug you laid out, spitting on it in hopes to make it a bit more slippery. āIām gonna put this in you, ok?ā You explained, pushing against his chest to have him relax against your pillows. āJust spread your legs for me a little, ok? I wanna see that cute ass of yours.ā You smiled as you pulled out a bottle of lube, and it was almost laughable how quickly his lusty expression changed from that to one of fear.
He did exactly as you ordered, and moved the string of the lingerie to the side. Giving a kiss to his thigh once again, applying a small amount of the lube to his hole and your fingers, slipping one in promptly. As you played with his ass, you licked the underside of his cock, the head an embarrassing shade of red, so desperate to be inside of you.
You swirled your tongue on the tip, taking him in your mouth, bobbing your head gently. He let out a little yelp of surprise, fisting the sheets below him. āFuck, donāt.. donāt make me more excited, I canāt cum yet for you.ā
āThatās the whole point, my darling, to tease you and push you to the edge, I donāt want you to think about anything else except how good Iām making you feel,ā you demanded, quickly going back to work, licking at his cock some more.
Youād played with him enough, and you were growing hungry for another release. Pulling your fingers out, you coated the plug with lube and gave his waist a little squeeze. āI donāt know if thisāll hurt, but itāll be quick, ok?ā You assured, smiling softly. You slipped the toy into his ass, a guttural groan slipping from his lips as it settled snugly against his prostate.
āGet back against the pillows, baby, I wanna cum one more time, then I promise Iāll focus on only you,ā you told him, kissing his pretty lips, moving till you were on your knees hovering above his cock, his back against your headboard. You sunk down, his cock stretching your warm walls. He felt so good inside of you, and it was made obvious through the cries of pleasure, tears slipping from his eyes, pleading to just let him cum already.
āNot yet, pretty boy, I promise Iāll make you feel good,ā you comforted him. āCan I move, are you gonna be ok?ā He nodded slightly, whispering a little āyesā under his breath, whimpering every time your walls twitched around him.
As you adjusted against his size, you swiftly began grinding against him, kissing at his neck as you rode him. You sucked marks into his creamy white skin, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout the room, your pretty moans covered as you buried your head in his neck. Each time you bounced, the plug was pushed deeper against his prostate, cries of pleasure ringing in your ears. You could tell, he was so, so close, but that godforsaken ring kept him from achieving that release he so desperately craved, that he needed.
You loved seeing him like this. It wasnāt often you two made love. His drive was pretty low, unfortunately, as of late due to stress, but you were glad you were able to get some of that back. You loved that intimacy and vulnerability that came with the experience every time, even if this time was a lot different.
So deeply lost in pleasure and your thoughts, you barely noticed that warmth in your stomach until your legs were trembling and your walls were clenching, climax washing over you. Tears broke past your tightly shut eyes, shuddering moans exchanged between Alhaitham and yourself.
āFuck, feels so good, baby, you feel so good in me,ā you babbled, kissing him once again as you came down from your high. Your legs shook a bit as you removed yourself from his lap, raising your finger to imply a halt in your activity, walking to your closet and pulling out a pretty dildo.
The best part of your baggy t-shirt was that it already hid your harness for the most part, the dim lighting doing the rest. Loosening it a bit, you attached the toy, only giggling at the expression that returned to Alhaithamās face. āItās not gonna be too big, right, (Y/N)?ā He asked, voice hoarse from the previous activities of the night, already fucked out despite not even climaxing yet.
āTake out the plug for me, baby, and get yourself ready, I want to watch you,ā you ordered him. He was embarrassed by the request, you could tell. Taking the plug and tugging at it, it came out with a slight pop, making him go red with embarrassment. āDonāt be shy, honey, keep going.ā
He took the lube and coated his fingers with it, running his digits over his entrance, dipping them in and gently scissoring himself open. āGood job, baby,ā you mused, taking the lube from him and coating the toy with it.
āIām gonna put it in, okay? You tell me if Iām being too quick, if it hurts, anything,ā you said, pushing his legs back to provide easier access. Prodding at the entrance, you slowly pushed in the head of the fake member. āOh, and sweetheart, you can take off the ring now.ā
His face lit up, almost childishly. You assisted him in freeing himself, a shaky groan of relief falling from his lips. āIām gonna keep moving, okay?ā
āOkay, just not too quick,ā he asks of you, taking your hand and trying to intertwine your fingers with his own.
āI promise Iāll be gentle with you, sweetheart. So good for me, my darling,ā you whispered, pushing the rest of the toy in until he had taken it all. The warmth of your skin meeting his again made him less tense, grip on your hand loosening and returning to the pillows. He had a shaky grip on them, his calloused hands clammy with anticipation.
āYou can move now, Iāll be okay, I canāt wait anymore,ā he pleaded through tear filled eyes, lip trembling. That facade had finally broken down, just like you wanted. You could finally have him all in your control, pinned helplessly under you. In truth, you both loved it. He was always in such a position of power, in work or when you both had sex.
He loved that focused gaze you had on him and only him, the constant desire to make him happy no matter what you were both doing, he loved every second you spend doting on him, making sure heās okay and comfortable. That thought alone made his stomach tighten, legs shaking as they were held up on your shoulders.
Alhaitham wanted you two to always be close when in the bedroom, and this was no exception. Even as you pounded into him, he couldnāt help but reach for your face to pull you in to kiss him, shut him up as little whimpers and moans escaped past his lips.
āPlease, keep going, gonna cumā baby, please, please, donāt stop,ā he begged, throwing his head back into the plush pillows, ragged breathing echoing throughout the room. āFeels so good, right thereā more, gods, please donāt stop!ā
You focused your aim on where he wanted, abusing his prostate with each harsh thrust you made. With a final few, he canāt help but let out a loud sob as he comes undone, āFuck, baby, love you so muchā fucking me so good, so perfect, (Y/N).ā You couldnāt help but smile as ropes of white, hot cum splattered on his stomach and chest, some getting on your shirt, as well.
āGood boy, Alhaitham, youāre so good, baby,ā you praised, kissing his cheek and licking up the cum across his beautiful body, glistening with sweat. He groaned as you pulled out, immediately covering himself with a blanket, as the dampness from sweating made him cold quite quickly.
Taking some water you had poured out, you helped him drink, throat dry and hoarse. Youād never thought he could be as loud as he was then, but the bedroom is always a place where surprises are welcome. You took off the harness and put it in the corner along with a pile of stripped clothes, quickly returning to bundle into blankets with Alhaitham, you both still trying to catch your breath.
You took him in your arms, pulling him into your chest. Heād always loved lying against your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. It was always a pleasure to be reminded there was a beating heart that beat a little faster when he was around. āAnything you want to do, you can do to me,ā he says, wrapping his arms around your waist.
āBe careful what you wish for,ā you joked, kissing his forehead. āGo to sleep before I want another round.ā
SUB Gepard I have a humilitation kink. All I want to do is to humiliate Gepard by overstimming him with my fingers only, while also lightly degrading him as I watch him cry and moan
for some reason, i havenāt gotten the hang of gepard so forgive me if heās a little off lol.
"w-wait.. hold on-" he gasps, clearly caught off guard.
the thickly globs of cum sprayed all under gepard landau didn't stop you from working him open again, middle and pointer finger disappearing into his wet hole.
āwhatās wrong blondie?ā
gepard breathes through his mouth, breath choppy when he turns to look at you. of course, youāre feigning innocence.
he sniffles, body trembling when you gently pushed and pulled your fingers in and out of his sensitive hole. āa-again? but i justā¦ i just c-cameā¦ā
āoh did you captain? i donāt recall.ā
gepard didnāt have enough time to rebuttal when the speed and power of your fingers picked up. his words were quickly replaced by nonsensical babbles and sobs that fell on deaf ears.
tears trek down gepardās puffy cheeks, drool dribble out of his mouth and onto the sheets, eyelids hung low over his golden eyes. the poor thing looked so out of it. he long since fell on his shoulders, face smushed against the bed while he just takes and takes and takes like some whore.
āmmgh! uhn! uhn! uhn!ā
poor thing was done for, he wasnāt even aware of himself sloppily fucking back onto your fingers. all he knew was the feeling of your fingertips jabbing at his prostate repeatedly and he chased it like a dog after a ball.
your fingers met his thrusts, bed creaking with his fast paced movements and wet skin smacking against your palm. his sensitive cock dragged all across the dry sheets so hard that it hurt. the pain stirred the heat in his abdomen. heās left groaning.
"i wonder how the other guards would react if they saw their precious captain like this."
with little willpower he had, he shook his head. blonde hair moist and messy sweeping his face.
āno? but why not? you look pretty like this baby. having a few others watching wouldn't be so bad.ā
oh aeons. oh aeons no.
āmy pretty slut. i just wanna show you off.ā
gepardās cheeks felt hotter than the heaters situated throughout belobog. he wanted so badly to deny, to tell you to stop saying those things but instead he moans- he fucking moans. not like thereās anything else he could do.
not when a heat so blinding quickly crashes into his consciousness. gepard damn near yelps when he cums all over the bed, deathly clenching around your fingers.
Ever since this man first spoke to me I wanted to put him in his place so bad, the way he talks irritates me so, and how he always comes off as a smartass (which he is)
Made me want to put him in his place š he's also definetly gonna be the bratty sub, he's going to mansplain everything to you, treat you like a dumbass and make you jealous by flirting with anyone, knowing damn we'll he'll get your attention one way or another.
So what's the best thing to do to a bratty little shit like him? Gag him up and overstimulate him till he passes out ā”
Imagine Al Haitham tied up to the bed, trying to act all proud, and making your blood boil.
But he starts to shut up when you shove a vibrator up his ass, changing the speed each time he comes close to cumming.
Squirming against the bed and trying to buck his hips so that you can move your hand on his poor sensitive cock.
Him crying such pretty tears and making such pretty noises, and when he finally cums on your hand, disobeying you.
You then start pounding into him mercilessly as you watch him crumble beneath you, making him cum over and over and over again!
Seeing this grand scribe of the akademiya making such pretty faces and acting so dirty~ makes you giggle as he chants your name like a prayer.
He surely won't mind being punished like that again, he just has too tease you even more so you can break him as much as you want ā”
And plus you get bragging points for fucking the grand scribe of the akademiya and that you're the only person who can make him bend.
In conclusion Al Haitham needs to shut the fuck up and be put down š„°
Ever since this man first spoke to me I wanted to put him in his place so bad, the way he talks irritates me so, and how he always comes off as a smartass (which he is)
Made me want to put him in his place š he's also definetly gonna be the bratty sub, he's going to mansplain everything to you, treat you like a dumbass and make you jealous by flirting with anyone, knowing damn we'll he'll get your attention one way or another.
So what's the best thing to do to a bratty little shit like him? Gag him up and overstimulate him till he passes out ā”
Imagine Al Haitham tied up to the bed, trying to act all proud, and making your blood boil.
But he starts to shut up when you shove a vibrator up his ass, changing the speed each time he comes close to cumming.
Squirming against the bed and trying to buck his hips so that you can move your hand on his poor sensitive cock.
Him crying such pretty tears and making such pretty noises, and when he finally cums on your hand, disobeying you.
You then start pounding into him mercilessly as you watch him crumble beneath you, making him cum over and over and over again!
Seeing this grand scribe of the akademiya making such pretty faces and acting so dirty~ makes you giggle as he chants your name like a prayer.
He surely won't mind being punished like that again, he just has too tease you even more so you can break him as much as you want ā”
And plus you get bragging points for fucking the grand scribe of the akademiya and that you're the only person who can make him bend.
In conclusion Al Haitham needs to shut the fuck up and be put down š„°
Hiii i need more billy content on my dash, could you please recommend your favorite billy centered blogs???
Okay, first of all, I hate HATE making this kind of list because most of the time I feel like I left people out/forget tagging them. So I am making this a challenge. Billy-centric blogs don't tag yourself no. Tag the other lovely Billy centric blogs. Because everyone needs a shout-out sometimes. I'm only tagging the fanart/edit makers you guys do the rest! I'm counting on you guys!
Eddie is being particularly annoying to you one day, and an impressive show of force from you accidentally triggers something within him, and causes him to discover something kinky he never knew about himself. Rather than just come right out and say it, he continues to annoy you in order to set you off again. And when things come to a head - heās not the the only one feeling those sparks.Ā
Sub!ADHD!Eddie Munson x Fem!Thick!Reader. Smut. No Upside Down AU.Ā
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also this wasnāt requested but @astralsweetness whispered it into my ear and I had to make it happen. shout out to you babe. #tunaĀ
Word Count: 11,200Ā
okay so this fic is pretty wild and the warnings list is pretty long, so to be kind to others and people who reblog this, I am gonna put the full warnings list and the authorās notes under the cut. so if you are curious about those, click through - though if you read the warnings and the fic is not for you, I fully understand. but know, this is a smut fic.Ā
MAJOR PANTY THEIF (maybe even a few bras, he just canāt help it!!
Would and does keep nude Polaroidās of you in his car
With how much he likes milfs he would def have a breeding kink and would almost beg you to let him fuck without a condom
Photos of you absolutely COVERED in his cum and i mean COVERED its on your chest, stomach, face, in your panties EVERYWHERE
Also has a collection of his cum dripping out of you (whenever you agree to let him cum inside you)
MARKING MARKING MARKING!!! He donāt gaf about who you are or who your parents are OR who your friends are that mf would make his hickies visible and almost impossible to hide/coverup
Loves when his cologne and ur perfume mix together laxes his possessiveness (only by a little though)
Would shamelessly look up ur skirt/dresses and also would look down your shirt every chance he got
COCKWARMING COCKWARMING COCKWARMING!!! Doesnāt matter when or where u are he always wants to have his dick in you, just adores it whenever you squirm bc its been hours and you just want him to fuck you already
needed to get this off my chest b4 i rot from the inside out
i dont know if this will reach the target audience that i want but (t) at this point nothing is going to stop me
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basically i've seen a lot, and i mean a lot of drabbles or fics or whatever they are called, of perv! eddie munson, and steve harrington, and like a few billy hargove pieces. and maybe one or two perv! reader pieces that aren't meant for me, because i am a girl (of age! to be reading and writing this) and the pieces are meant for guys.
but whatever.
the point is that how can anyone write smuttty pieces of billy without ever mentioning his spectacular butt. just look!
how can you just not want to bite and suck marks at the cheeks and praise and love and show off this whole bakery!
and okay enough of that.
i want to get to the horrible (not as bad as i thought) stuff that i need to put down. so tags and warnings will be added here!
SEMI CONTENT WARNING: penetration for the reader
tag: perv! reader, mentions of exhibition (basically wanting to get caught), gross! reader, bathroom s*x (no touching the cake yet :/ unfortunately), s*x without a cond*m, plse have safe s*x peoples!, mentions of drinking, smoking, han*jobs, bl*wjobs, stealing clothing items, watching someone sleep, almost getting caught at peeking (ha), 3-4 am writings, lowercase intended, not proof read, somehow it ended up with me praising him, OOC! billy (maybe idk) (most likely, dialogue sucks)
to those interested, what i had in mind was a reader (totally did not decide to finally write this when writing a fic with a similar sort of reader) that has a friend with benefits deal with billy. haven't decided on romance (maybe no romance cus it kills the vibes)
just imagining getting to know the californian transfer better than anyone else (not completely, he's keeping you at football field length of his home life) seeing him as a close friend, and maybe he sees you at the same wave but he ain't admitting anything
just like you won't ever admit that the whole reason you even started to talk to him (you totes made the first move on the new guy which was not appreciated by many) was because you just saw a glimpse of the cake on him. you don't even want to talk about having the same p.e. class as him. getting to see him in those sickening shorts on him, and without a shirt! a so added bonus on your book
you can ogle and stare, not too much tho, can't show yourself as a creep just yet! or ever, but your stare can never be hidden too long
and after befriending him over whatever you could to get close to him, the both of you are at a party (even if you weren't exactly keen on going to tina's party but he was going to be there, how much more convincing can it get?)
so after bumping into him on accident, the two of you are now in a bathroom. lips and bodies practically glued together with an arm of his on your waist and the other on your neck to prevent you from pulling away (as if, oh and the taste of the beer that still lingered in his mouth had your knees weak which he could mistake you being turned on by the hand that used to lay on your waist that is now settling on the front your bottom half)
which yeah that too has you weak in the knees, but getting a taste of something that was already in his mouth, it was just... it made butterflies explode in your stomach
but the feeling could only last for so long, as you both had to pull apart (read billy) for air. you obvi chased after his mouth, and he could have laughed if it weren't for the fact that you were able to last longer than him in kissing
you are severely desperate for something, and he is so not going to give it to you easily now. and that's fine, you could play the desperate brat he could be into (at least until you get just the one nibble on the cake)
you're moving your hips against one of his jean cladded thighs of his, he's letting you with what you can assume to be light blush (probably due to the lack of oxygen a moment ago, but it gets you going, having built a fantasy of him getting the blush differently) on his face and a smirk that has you begging (vocal) him to just take you. like now. like right now
and okay maybe you underestimated his size, and if either he would be rough or gentle (you thought you had garnered positive points for being a friend of sorts to him) but it doesn't matter anymore. you had pushed yourself to sit on the sink with your legs wide open (who knew your legs can stretch that far? you didn't) underwear somewhere on your ankle (i didn't know if i should have mentioned pants or shorts or if imagining a dress, considering the latter gives easier access, but you had undies)
you feel him moving, and all you could do was throw your head back with a darn smile on your face. he's sweaty and using your hole like a fleshlight and the only thought in your head was that you are a step closer to your goal.
his lips are on you again and he's getting aggressive as you get loud. you might as well become the music. geezus
he's stuffing two fingers in your mouth, saliva running down your lips as you gag and tighten both mouth and hole as he angled his hips to go deeper when you are moved to be a little closer to falling off the sink
you hear him tell you stuff but you can't answer. he removes his fingers and wipes them on your cheek and you can't help it when your eyes roll to the back of your head as he wraps both arms around your upper torso. you nearly came when you got a whiff of his sweaty musk
you hear him say if you want to be caught like this, to which you can only reply before tightening around his dick
"let them! let them see that you're the only that can make me feel this good!"
you so messed up by saying that because now he's slamming his hips against your ass and kissing you and you return the kiss with whatever sense of control of brain you had left. goal long forgotten
this time you pull away when you cum and a second later he does too. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his neck becoming so inviting as his sweat glistens under the bathroom light
now you're pulling your underwear up, letting the band snap against your skin as you get down on your knees in front of him. feeling him getting hard again as you give him a handjob because you never thought you were this dirty. your thighs rubbing together as you practically drool at the sweat that was on his thighs
giving a kitty lick on his tip before he's grabbing the back of your head and making your mouth take all of him. you're moaning (gagging first if you got gag reflexes) when your hands are perched on his very slight hairy legs. you don't even care about tasting yourself, your goal back in action
spoke too soon. the grip on your head was stilled (he was moving your head, now becoming a literal fleshlight) as he moved his hips to his liking and he's cumming down your throat
you swallow every last bit as if it were your last meal and licking his dick as he pulls away from your mouth. you finally (reluctantly) pull your head away from him. you're opening your mouth to show him that it's all gone (of course it is, it's his)
he seemed to have softened up a bit, and so have your legs as your try to stand. like the real gentleman that he is, he laughs then helps you up. you so won't tell him that you came a second timr at the thought of being an inanimate object to him
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fast forward weeks, it's now the second day of christmas break and you've had more than once some special fun with billy. speaking of him
he was on your bed, on his stomach with shorts cus there is no way you are going to wait until summer for the heat to make billy wear shorts (you made sure your house was slightly warmer for his standards)
you stood at your doorway, admiring the absolute unit of an ass that he has. he takes notice of you and raises a brow at your outfit. and okay so maybe it was hot for him, but it was warm for you. and now you're dressed in a pair of egg sweatpants and a "kiss the jock" sweater that was pink and unfortunately tight around your torso but loose and long enough in the sleeves. now you can line up and smack all the empty beer cans that he leaves behind
you, still in a daze of finally seeing him in shorts outside of the school, could only mutter the one single word that can be taken at a completely different path with zero context
"ass."
and you do exactly what you wanted to do (not goal), you picked up all the beer cans and have them stand on the bed frame at the end of the bed and you so want to line a few on him
and as if all the winds were against you, he had turned over to lay at his side to stare at whatever your sleep deprived brain wanted to do
there's a trash bin on your right and you manage to get a few in (as in few as in like five) and billy watches you for a hot minute before he obnoxiously yawned and stated that he was going to take a nap, with a smirk on his face as you glared
because who does he think he is! does he think that he can make fun of you by saying that he's going to nap when you've gotten a full day of no sleep (granted he does not know that, and he's not going to) and expect you to not do anything to earn negative points? then you're absolutely right. you wouldn't disturb this man when the scrunch of eyebrows is finally relaxed. not even a scowl to the face (an angel face if you will)
he's baby and you get out of your room to do laundry (cough cough something that is only seen by men, and you totally understand like about 3% on why it's done) with the laundry bin, both yours and billy's clothes in it. you rummage through to find the one thing you've been hoping to find since all the others were already washed and cleaned, every thursday because it's two people and you're not that messy)
you hide the briefs in a space that no one knows about (as you should) and continue as if you hadn't stolen another clothing piece of his. well, it's his fault really. leaving his clothes behind as if he wanted you use the already used pieces of clothes for your own pleasure (first step is acceptance)
when you're done loading the washing machine, you move back to your room. billy is still asleep, in a fortunate ballerina sleeping position. his feet covered by a blanket that reaches just his calves (is it that hot? nah)
now you wish you had a camera. you need to keep this moment forever. how has he gotten comfortable enough around you, to... to sleep in such a way! (making a mental note to get one)
you're quietly groaning in your bundled sleeves at the way the shorts stretch on his ass and thighs. how his shirt is lifted a little and you could see a small part of his happy trail. it's really almost like he knows what he's doing
well, he could. he's not dumb. but that's a thought for another day
you move quietly to stand at the foot of your bed. spectacular. magnificent. marvelous
maybe you shouldn't leave the thought for another day, and leave the room before he completely wakes up. you say this because he's moved around as if to get comfortable, but you already know that he's waking up
it comes with the added benefits when staring at someone sleep at every chance you could get (you never know what could happen)
you go to leave your room to go to the kitchen... for something. you definitely needed to leave
"now where do you think you're going after staring at me for an hour?"
his voice caught you off guard, you don't jump (because you knew), now you're at your doorway again, staring at him with a relaxed expression
"it was not an hour."
the words leave your mouth before you fully see where this was going. cursing under your breath before taking a full glance at him. at his whole body. at him lighting up a cigarette
"you're just a little freak then, huh?"
crossing your arms and you walked towards him with no stutter to your steps. he's no longer lying down; his back is leaning on the headboard and his eyes don't leave your form
you sat on your bed, besides his outstretched legs. a knee under you as you pluck the cigarette that he's already using
"you have no idea what your body does to me."
you blow some smoke towards his face and there wasn't much of a reaction on top. down below though, your response definitely woke something up
"you are so fucking attractive, hargrove. so so attractive."
your face inched closer to his
"from the way your eyelashes frame your sky-blue eyes to the way your mouth stretches in that tiny smile of yours."
ignoring the way a few recognizable (albeit still different) butterflies return as your hands are on his shoulders after he took the cigarette back. only to burn it out and his arms stayed at his sides. with a roll of his eyes, he huffed
"and there is definitely something you love more about me than what you are saying."
you smiled and lowered your hands to his chest before wrapping your arms around his torso. bringing your head down to where his heart should be
"i really, really like the way sweat looks on you. and your chest. and maybe i do love your ass more than you, but i call it even when you are always putting your baby above me."
it brings out a short laugh and you hugged him closer
"i actually like that laugh of yours, where i know you are totally having fun. i like your music taste, and somehow the volume too. i like the fact that my room is becoming ours. and i like being your friend. and that you left me a seashell on my nightstand one day."
he had stiffened and you tried to cool your rapid heartbeat. this is so much worse.
"and i kind of really like you." (I LIED! ROMANCE FOR THIS MAN. I was sucked in the billy hargrove deserves better hashtag earlier today and he DESERVES ALL OF MY LOVE)
"of course you do."
he pulled you closer as you straddled his hips.
"i could list off all the things i like about you as a friend."
you suggested with a small sniff on his neck. one that he ignored in your eyes. (totes not unnoticed)
