A/n, random but I hate when it's a Hispanic character and the author just makes them say ‘Mi Amor’ a thousand times😭 so we're not doing that.
Summary- Your Rio’s pregnant girlfriend who was feeling a bit 𝒜𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝒹 and needed Rio to take good care of you.
CW- pregnancy, pregnant sex, fingering, pet names(Nena, Mi Vida, Reina, and of course his iconic mama🫦), praise kink(i have a problem), gentle sex, ear candy/dirty talk(reader), missionary, foreplay, finger sucking, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap it up),fluff.
No song rec today…sorry👉👈
Rio was a lot of things, but never a bad boyfriend. He was there for you through everything that occurred. So of course when you told him you were pregnant, he was ready to commit full-time. Helped you take every step, being home as much as possible, being at every appointment; he made sure he was going to be the best boyfriend and father. Yes, he was still working in… illegal business, but he was still doing his best.
Pacing around the kitchen, eating ice cream, and having a conversation with yourself, endeavoring to reassure yourself since Rio wasn't home yet. What you didn't notice was the man quietly coming into the house, he walked to the kitchen and saw you pacing. He smirked and slowly crept behind you as quietly as a mouse. He slid his arms around your waist, and you turned your head immediately.
“Hey, Mama.” He smiled at you and rubbed the sides of your round stomach. You pressed your lips on his cheek.
“Hi, baby.” You softly moaned from his gentle caresses, and you rested your head on his shoulder. You didn't know how to tell him but you were horny as fuck, those pregnancy hormones were getting to you.
“You smell good,” so you did the only thing you knew to do, flirt, “and you look sooo handsome today.” Even if you weren't the best at sweet talk.
He smirked, and chuckled lightly, he knew what you were doing, you weren't good at it.
“Not every day, reina?” He asked sarcastically while dragging his hand over your stomach. You rolled your eyes and just gave up on the buildup.
“I need you, so badly…” You mumbled into his skin pressing your body into his.
“I need your body, your lips, your fingers…I need you inside of me.” He slightly shivered at your words, that was one way to get him going. He tilted his head towards you and before you could blink, your legs were around his hips and he was carrying you to the couch.
He gently placed you on the couch and climbed over you. His lips pressed on your collarbone, hot open-mouthed kisses all over. His hand traced your inner thigh, gently massaging. His tongue dragged over your skin and his other hand fondled your breast
The small moans that poured out of you were so much more satisfying than screams, just pure pleasure flooding you. He began to suck your skin making sure he was going to leave a mark, and his hands slowly moved up your shirt and grabbed your breast, teasing the nipple. You grabbed his head and softly raked your hands over his head, his grip got tighter in both areas as he felt the jolt of arousal through his body.
The more of those raunchy moans that floated by his ear the tighter his pants got. He lifted, your collarbone drenched in his saliva, his lips moist, and both of you lightly panting. He pushed your legs open for him and dragged your shorts off your body, he looked down at your fat sloppy pussy and just grinned.
His thumb made its way to your cilt, rubbing circles over the sensitive area, and with his other hand he burried his fingers in your needy hold, he curled his fingers and stroked. Your hips involuntarily rolled with the motion of his fingers, your eyes were clenched shut and your head thrown back over the arm of the couch.
“Feel good, nena?” He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear that pretty voice, your pretty whimpers.
“So g-good—f-feel so good!” You whimpered and slurred, your hands clenched on the cushion of the couch. You felt his fingers withdraw making your eyes flutter open, you saw his fingers moving to your lips and you opened wide allowing them to travel inside your mouth. You sucked your juices off his fingers, and he removed his belt.
“Good, good Mi Vida, just like that.” He praised, unbuckling his pants while not breaking eye contact once.
As his fingers were being pulled from your mouth he was lining up at your entrance, his hot red tip leaking pre-cum. He slowly pushed himself inside your yearning sloppy hole, your walls swallowed every inch he gently pushed inside of you.
“You're takin’ me so good Mi Vida.” His thrusts were slow and gentle, but so filling. He lovingly stroked your stomach, making sure not to press on it. You bit the corner of your plump lip holding in your moans but he definitely wasn't having that.
“No, lemme hear you mama, come on lemme hear those pretty moans.” Of course, you obeyed letting the moans flow, the pad of his thumb rubbed over your now severely sensitive clit making you jolt.
The atmosphere was quiet and gentle only those wet sounds from your drenched puss, till you felt your climax building. That's when moans heighten along with your whimpers.
“S-sooo g-good!” Your hips bucked and you released all over him and the couch, not even a full minute after you he thrusted one more time, deeper his tip kissing your cervix then he filled you up, he pulled out and his warm semen spilled out riding down onto the couch.
He pulled you close to him and laid back with you on his chest.
“So good nena, you did so well for me.”
A/n, Im on my period and he's fine as hell, enough explaining.
We all assume butcher! Simon is a evil perverted nasty freak but I think he's just a possessive unhinged lover boy y’know.
Like when he's delivering you your meats for the week he leaves a bouquet with some blood smudged on them with a small note that reads; “Sorry about the blood, love. Hope you enjoy it <3.” The funny thing? You didn't know whose blood it was.
Or when he sees someone staring at you for a bit too long for his liking he takes matters into his own hands and later the person mysteriously disappears and he's feeding mystery meat to his dogs a week later.
He doesn't stalk you, no, he wouldn't want to invade his beautiful one's privacy. However, he does know the name of your old neighborhood and the street you lived on, your first pet's name, the name of every teacher you had your whole life, etc, etc.
“I love you so so so so so much.” He'd murmur while kissing all over your abdomen, his bloody gloves leaving stains over your smooth brown skin.
He's not rough during sex, actually, he's submissive. Of course, he's on top but he stares deep into your brown eyes.
“Am I doing good?” Shaky breaths and whimpers poured from his wet red lips, begging and whining for your reassurance and praise.
“So, well. You're doing so well, love.” You praised, your warm breath brushing his skin making him immerse his length deeper inside of you. You pulsed around him, choking on your cries with tears draining from your waterline.
“Sh, sh, sh, Simon’s got you, baby.” He’d proceed to wrap your legs around his hips and let your arms drape around his neck as he held you tight pushing into you slowly but roughly.
And after, of course, he would clean every spec of blood, sweat, and spit off of your beautiful skin making sure his beautiful one was well taken care of after his actions in the bedroom that he didn't like to speak of after they happened.
“I didn't mean to hurt ‘em that bad.” He’d swear when you saw what he would do to the people whom he swore he was only going to give a small beating for messing with you.
Butcher! Simon is unhinged, may need a psychologist but he loved you and would protect you from anything and everything at least.
Summary- The position the Moore twins fuck you in and their aftercare.
wc- total 1.207k
A/n: I don't know—I'm on my period! Give me grace.
CW- Each will have individual warnings but uhhh, fucking and straight pure no holding back freak nasty smut. (yeah that works)
Smoke
CW-519 words, Cowgirl, P in V, ear candy/praising(don't ask me to stop), ass slapping, and grabbing, usage of daddy(just the name y'all!!).
His cowgirl, he loved it. To see you bouncing and babbling on his dick. You straddled him, feet pressed flat against the mattress, toes scrunched up as you rolled your hips struggling to keep going. Arousal painted the man as he stared up at you grinning from the sight.
“Nuh uh suga’ keep goin’ don’ give out on me nah.” His hands bruised your hips as he cooed then drove his hips forward and deeper inside your gaping pussy.
The overhead fan couldn't even cool you down; the heat ran through your sweaty body, heart pacing so quickly it felt like it was trying to leap from your chest, and your hands held on to his forearms for dear life as you let out choked cries.
“Naaa-daddy! t-ouhhggh-too m-much!” You slowed your pace trying to catch your breath and in return, his hand struck your ass.
“Nah, ya been doin’ so good f’ me, keep it up, baby.” He slammed up in your aching hole, one hand holding the plush of your ass and the other wiping the tears off your cheeks.
“Look at you pretty girl, so good. Ain't ya good girl f’ me?”
“Uh huh!” You babbled, bobbing your head. Your hot walls curled around every inch of him, his cock throbbing as you glided over every sensitive vein of his length.
“Fuuuck, jus’ like tha’ pretty girl.” He rasped, his breath ragged.
Once you tried to fall forward you gained another strike to your ass.
“Stay up, lemme see ya.”
“B-ohhhhh-but-ughhhh.” You whined.
“No buts, stay ya pretty ass right where I have ya.”
You whimpered as you obeyed and caught your previous pace. Your pubic hair dragged against each other, your clit twitched, and your walls massaged all of him.
Your hands fell to either side of his chest, you leaned forward back arched in, and looked back at your fluids seeping from your sopping hole. With each roll of your hips, he dragged over your G-spot, and his tip flirted with your cervix.
“Ooohh fuuck, d-daddy!” You jerked, your orgasm hitting you hard, throat tight making your cries come out cracked, and your slick walls clutching him then releasing repetitively.
Your juices pooled on and under him, your hips spasmed while your body gave out and collapsed on him, your head over his shoulder.
It got quiet, his hand rubbing over your ass, your pants in his ear, and his in yours, your whole body trembled from the activity. His beard rubbed against your cheek, and his lips brushed your lobule.
“Alrigh’ can't leave ya a mess, huh suga’?” He purred while lifting from the bed.
“Hm?” You murmured.
“Bouta get in the bath, get ya cleaned up.”
“Nuh uh.” You shook your head, your legs squeezed tight around his hips to stay secure in his arms.
“Ain't no ‘nuh uh’, it wasn't a choice. I ain't leaving you a mess.” He replied sternly, You rolled your eyes, of course not in his sight, that would get you fucked senseless all over.
Plus, he was just caring in his own special way.
Stack
CW- 688 words Backshots(💨), impact play(just slapping), heavy degradation(you is smart, you is kind, you is important), filling that pus up/creampie, unprotected sex(what did I tell y'all bout this, no babies in my house), he's rough and mean as hell(chill at the end though), mirror sex.
He was trying to ruin you, correction he was ruining you. Each thrash was merciless, like he was determined to make sure you couldn’t move after. Your heavy breast knocked against your chin with every roll of his hip. The humid room was filled with the sounds of his pelvis slamming against your fluffy ass and the fat of your thighs slapping against each other.
“S-stack, f-fuuuck-ugghhgh!” You shrieked, your manicured nails digging at the sheets.
On all fours, a full-body mirror in front of the bed, the headboard slamming hard against the wall, the material of the bed squeaking in protest, he railed into you relentlessly destroying your insides.
It was mean and brutal, each thrust had the intention of engulfing every bit of you. Sweat trailed down your back and forehead, you felt like you had a fever, and your conflicted emotions didn't help, pleasure rode through you like a breeze, the pain however made your limbs shake and tears melted down your face.
“Nasty little bitch! Stupid for my dick like a whore.” He grunted, sending a hard strike to the back of your fat thigh.
You mewled, your head dropping between your arms, each ram making you squeal and squirm. You couldn't count how many times his cockhead met your cervix you just knew it was too many.
“Look at you, stupid little bitch for me. My slut, say it, say your Elias's slut.”
“I-ahhh-fuc-ughhh!” You could only whine, your chest rose and fell rapidly. That man had you gasping for air as he hammered into you with that stupidly attractive smirk on his face.
“Say it.” He rasped and sent another slap to your thigh.
He pressed his hand down on your lower back making a nasty arch in your back, with your ass rose, it slammed against his abdomen. The veins of his cock throbbing from the feelings of your gummy walls embracing all his inches, his cockhead twitched as he could feel his orgasm building.
“I-I’m Elias's slut,” You choked out, “good, that's righ’.” He cooed mockingly and pulled back till just his tip was being clutched by your sappy pussy then rammed back into you like a bull.
“Fuuuuck!!” Your head shot up, your toes curled so far back they dug into your foot, and you pulsated around his shaft. Before you could even begin to process anything, your cream covered him and the blankets beneath you.
A white ring was left around the man’s cock, you gave out, no longer able to take anymore but he wasn't finished. Tears raced down your cheeks and your thighs shook frantically while you softly gasped but he kept going, slamming your bodies together, keeping those walls right around him no matter how much you wanted to loosen, he drove himself in so deep it felt like he was past your cervix.
“P-please s’muuuch, s-slower- t-t’much.” You squirmed and begged him to be gentle.
“Nah you can take it. You're gonna take all this like the greedy bitch you are.” He groaned and kept his brutal pace that sent his balls slapping against you.
You whimpered and moaned, clawing at the sheets, til you felt his cock pulse and he bottomed out inside of you. The relief that you felt when he did was unmatched. Finally, you collapsed into the puddle of your juice beneath you, catching all the breath he knocked out of you.
You heard him rustling behind you and then watched him walk out of the room in only his boxers. You couldn't even bring yourself to ask what he was doing so you just awaited his return.
Your eyes were slowly shutting when you heard things getting tossed on the bed, chips, a bag of mini cookies, and a Powerade.
“Whatcha tryna watch? I'm thinkin’ transformers.” He dropped back down on the bed after finally turning on the fan. You squinted your eyes at him, was he serious?
Yep, dead serious. He browsed through options and you just shook your head and turned toward the TV.
It was an interesting form of aftercare, at least he was feeding you.
A/n: No comment. (this was straight horny bullshit.)
Summary- Arthur was a loyal customer and a good man in your eyes. He had a tendency of denying you whenever you told him how good of a man he was, how sweet, caring, and protective. Even letting him fuck you stupid behind the bar didn't change your view.
A/n: I got this idea so long ago it's not even funny. Anyway, I needed to write for Papa, so yeah! Hope y'all enjoy. P.S. This was not supposed to be this long…can we still call it a drabble?
CW- Past timeline, so racial/racism mentions, he's gentle and sweet( not during the freak nasty though), forbidden love vibe(kinda), fluff(ish), some intimacy, semi-public sex, backshots, wall sex, praising(no I won't stop), unprotected sex(you have no excuse—wrap it), crempie, etc, etc.
The sun was slowly drifting down, customers were beginning to leave, and the air was cooling. It was your sign that your shift was almost over.
The beautiful orange glow of the sunset calmed you, the soft breeze flowing through the broken windows cooled you, and most of all, the bar clearing out brought you peace.
Working at the bar exhausted you; it was a draining routine you had to go through every day. You wished for more, but that was out of reach for you.
As you were scrubbing the bar, you heard a voice outside.
“Slow down, atta girl.” He drew, pulling his horse to a stop. Arthur. You’d always recognize his husky voice—not just because he was a regular, but your favorite one.
You straightened up and looked at the man through the window.
Rubbing his horse while tying her to the porch, he calmed her with his touch, and she settled down patiently, waiting.
He had a way with ladies of all kinds.
“How ya doin’ darlin’?” He strode into the bar, his dirty cowboy boots tracking mud onto the floor, the smell of his natural musk and sweat filling the air.
“I'm doin’ well, Arthur.”
“Wish I could say the same.” He took a seat at an empty table not far from where you were cleaning.
His eyes scanned you—bags under your eyes, drowsy movements, your back hunched, sweat shimmering over your brown skin.
His brows furrowed in concern.
“Ya sure, beauty? Seem tired to me.”
You sighed, smiling at his genuine concern. If anyone truly cared about how you were doing, it was him.
“Well, same old. Drunk assholes, crooks, and malicious men. I'm used to it.” You shrugged it off. He didn't.
Arthur was a calm man most of the time, except when it came to women—especially you. He could get violent quickly if it meant protecting you.
He rose from his seat and ambled toward you, the sound of his boots stomping.
“Someone hurt you?”
He moved closer.
“No.”
Closer.
“Touch you?”
Closer.
“No.”
“Harm you.”
Face to face, breath to breath, he stood at six feet, his chest brushing yours.
“No, Arthur, I'm okay.”
He slowly took off his hat and pressed it against his chest, then pressed his lips to your head.
“You know I would never let anyone hurt you, right?” He murmured into your hair, sending vibrations from your skull to your heart.
“I know.” You glanced behind him, hoping no one was coming in. His affection wasn't acceptable, of course—he didn't care—but it could harm you in ways he didn't understand.
He saw your gaze shift and gently grabbed your chin, tugging your eyes back to his. His eyes were so gentle, caring, and full of affection that you couldn't resist.
“You know how it is fo’ me, Arthur. Bein’ colored makes me less acceptable to society. I know it’s not like that for you, but folks like you—others—they don’t accept me. They especially won't accept me being close to a man of your color.” Your hand moved rhythmically over his chest; he purred in response, a breath of pleasure escaping his lips.
“You're more acceptable than half of those bums. We all bleed the same, anyway.” He shut his eyes, burying his nose in your kinky hair, inhaling your scent.
“You're a good man, Arthur, really good.” A smile of admiration spread across your face as your hands brushed through his beard.
“I ain’t, darlin’. I've told you this.”
“I ain't never believin’ that bullshit you spew. You're a good man, at least to me.” You slowly pulled away. His greedy hands almost grabbed your hips, eager to pull you close, but he let you go.
“You really are, Arthur.” You lifted your dress and headed toward the back door of the bar. The sensual look in your almond eyes told him all he needed to know. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then silently followed behind you.
How sweet and gentle he was normally went out the door.
Each thrust was vicious and heavy, you clenched around the length he drew in and out of you while your juice seeped out and onto him soaking him from tip to pubic.
“You’ve got it. Tha's a goood girl, jus’ like tha’ fo’ me beauty.” He hummed, his warm breath tickling your cheek
Your leg was hoisted up on wooden pallets, your dress curved around your hips and thighs, your panties wrapped around your knees, and your face was pinned to the rough wood of the bar.
He jackhammered all six inches of himself in your pulsing pussy, and your slick folds laced around him causing moans to flow from both of you.
“Ar— t’ much, s-slow down.” Your puled, hand warping around and grasping his wrist that was pinned on your lower back.
“Ah, ah, you're doin’ good, so good.” He hurled your hand away and slammed so hard into your saturated walls that it felt like he was eradicating your insides.
His shaft hauled in and out, dragging out till his vibrating hot red tip was left being clenched greedily by you then proceeding to slam back into you colliding your cervix with his cockhead.
Your tight walls embraced all of him, hugging each inch of his twitching cock, you clasped just right on the underside of his throbbing and sensitive vein of his cock causing groans to pour from his lips.
“Goodness, you are just perfect.” He drew, one of his hands clasping your curls, the other digging its long nails into your back.
With each collision, the plush of your ass slammed into his pelvic bone, the sounds of your skin slapping each other the loudest thing in the quiet area. The wall of the bar squealed each time he hammered into you with ease.
Your greasy nails curled and clawed around the ends of your dress, your mouth agape with drool riding down from your chin to your collarbone, a disheveled mess because of the muscular man.
The crown of cock jerked inside of you as his orgasm built itself. Every vein on his rod thumped, he hardened and buried himself in you, filling you out.
“Ahhhh, c’mon darlin’.” He encouraged, resulting in you milking him dry, and his seed packing you up. His cream rode out of you and down onto himself, he crashed his head down onto your shoulder and panted.
Your climax wasn't far after his, you clenched and then loosened, cries spewed from your lips, and your hips spasmed as your orgasm rode through you. Your cream coated him and your juices mixed soaking both of you.
“Still think I'm a good man?” His hand trailed down to your face, his thumb gently massaging your cheek.
“You ain't changing my mind.” You smiled sleepily and laid your head back on his shoulder.
A smile filled his face amused by the admiring look in your beautiful eyes, staring as if he were a good man.
Summary-You accidentally pissed off a powerful witch in New Orleans and had a curse casted on you and needed the Voodoo man’s help breaking it but not without a price.
A/n: For those who may start something, he's black(duh).
CW-southern gothic vibe, Christianity mention, mention of dark magic, mentions of demons and their sigils, usage of the n word, flirting/ear candy, sex as payment, oral sex (fem receiving), cum eating(cause why not), rough sex (hair pulling and choking), he finished(twice), you didn’t(cry me a river), crempie, unprotected sex(don't try at home kiddos), pet names(beautiful, ma, mama/mamas, pretty girl).
You were an Alabama baby, you knew of the powers of New Orleans, but were never aware of how truly powerful it was. It was risky; moving to New Orleans, however, you convinced yourself to since your lineage goes back there.
You wanted to practice your craft, and you assumed being closer to home would help. After ridding yourself of all Christian traditions, you returned to your roots.
Regardless, all it took was to piss the wrong person off to impact your whole life.
After you grabbed breakfast, you leaned against a pole doing research online, it was active; as it usually was, with people rushing to work, kids running to school, you were getting used to it.
“Ain't you gon’ apologize?” A Creole woman, short and elderly, a sigil on her third eye, a Tignon wrapped around her head.
“Umm, ma'am but you bumped into me. Why would I apologize?” She seemed angry, you weren't being disrespectful, just stating the truth.
“You kids these days don't got no respect.” You heard her mumble before storming past you, she was murmuring more but you were incapable of hearing any of it.
You raised your eyebrow while looking at her walk away, confused about the whole interaction.
Little did you know that's all it took.
Your life took a drastic turn after that exchange. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. You lost your job, your dog suddenly passed, you got evicted, and you were seeing things, shadows in the shapes of a human, some with red eyes, some crawling onto you in your bed, and even running directly at you.
Of course, you had no fucking idea as to why they were there, and why you were seeing them. You never had that problem beforehand, so it was new–new bullshit to be exact.
You needed help, your mental state was deteriorating because of your situation. You sat for hours contemplating why the actual fuck all that was happening to you, and why you deserved it.
“Welcome in.” You walked into a Voodoo shop, and the owner greeted you kindly, he had to know something about what was happening to you, so you vented your entire situation to him.
“Wow,” he exclaimed, “I'm sorry to hear al’tha lil mama, I don’ know nothin’ bout tha’ tho.” You sighed, if he didn't know anything, who the hell was going to help you?
“However, ma friend, Ta, he know somebody tha’ might could help ya out, hol’on lemme call him for ya.” He walked out the back door and you heard him shouting, you tilted your head impatiently waiting for him and this friend you had no trust in, but it was your last option, that or isolation.
The two men walked back into the building and Ta, oh he was as high as a kite.
“Wassup mamas, I heard ya need some magical assistance,” his words slurred, and you couldn't help but think, what the hell was he on, “so ma guy, he specializes in this shit, here his credentials.” He held out a card to you, and you slipped on your gloves before grabbing the card reading the name, address, and open/closing hours.
“Oh ya fancy huh? Nah, but ima help ya out ma, don't go there early, don't go in the afternoon, and not after midnight.”
“Why?” You squinted your eyes in confusion behind your glasses.
“He don't like being bothered in the morning, he be doin’ his rituals in the afternoon, and weird shit start goin’ down in that area after midnight.” He explained, the nigga could barely hold himself up, it was almost humorous.
“So noon?”
“Yeah, tha’ should be good.”
You nodded and thanked the men before walking out of the shop, of course, it was sketchy especially since it was on the bad side but you’d mess around with every shadow man before living like that.
You made the decision that you would go the day after that, and you headed out of your house at eight pm. You were grateful enough to be out of there, it was crawling with all those shadows, in every corner, behind every door, standing in darkness red eyes glaring at you.
Although those streets were no better, you walked the streets of the Treme area, and it was not the best place for someone as paranoid as you were.
Being along the dark, and dangerous side was quite the experience.
Crackheads running up to you asking for money.
Men cat-calling and staring.
Fights in every corner.
Old abandoned buildings and churches that just looked haunted.
Areas that reeked like a decaying body.
People lurking under the darkness of the Moss Trees.
Finally, you turned into the alleyway where you were supposed to find this Voodoo spiritualist, as he called himself. You made it to the door and the first thing you noticed was the door marked with the sigil of Lucifer painted onto it.
You heard rumbling behind the door after you knocked, from the mumbles you heard he didn't seem too happy.
“What!?” The man's eyes could be seen peeking through the mail slot. You tilted your head, looking down into the man’s eyes through the slot.
“Hi, I jus’ wanted to know if I could speak to you for ah moment?” Your voice, so feminine, so alluring, stunning, hypnotic. The sharp look in his eyes dimmed once he heard your voice, too calm and gorgeous to be another crackhead.
His eyes ran over your body, smooth brown skin, 5’5+ curvy figure, a plump ass, rolls with a pudge, and thighs that look like they would suffocate him if he put his head in between them. He had to force himself to look back into your eyes, he didn't mind you a lot.
“Who put you on?” He questioned, not that it mattered to him.
“Some guy named Ta, he said he knows you.”
“I told that nigga to stop handin’ out ma credentials,” he paused, “it's alrigh’ f’ you tho.”
He dropped the slot back down, and you heard the door rattle as he unlocked it.
“You drag any of ‘em, perverted nigga's ova here?”
“I don't think so…I hope not.”
“Ya will in that dress.” He moved out of the way allowing you to walk inside. You walked inside and observed the area, the shelves of herbs, statues, incense, candles, and books. The area wasn't big, the size of a room, but it was packed. An Alter for Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus, Valac, Sitri, Amun-Re, and Thoth, all of their sigils marked on the wall behind their altars. You assumed he was a professional or some shit, since the room was stacked. He had to know what he was doing.
“Wha’ can I do ya beautiful?” You looked back at him, tattoos trailing his arms, grillz on his bottom row of teeth, California Kingsnake wrapped around his neck, gold jewelry lacing his hands, arms, and neck.
You blinked attempting to get yourself together.
“Uh, I've been seeing things…”
He looked up, interest piqued. “Elaborate,” he took a toothpick in his mouth, “seein’ things like what ma?”
“Like shadow people.”
“Oh tha's nor-”
“No, like they run at me, some have red eyes, there's even some that crawl on me when I wake up at night.”
He narrowed his eyes, he turned to a shelf, and grabbed a book. He flipped through the pages, unconsciously flexing. You struggled to keep your eyes elsewhere other than at the captivating man.
“Ah, alright. I'm gonna ask ya a few questions,” he stated, gaining a nod from you, “do you work in dark magic?”
You shook your head.
“Do you work with any deities associated with shadows?”
“I work with my ancestors.”
He sighed; obviously, the last question wasn't one he liked.
“Did you happen to piss anyone off?”
You shook your head once more.
“Think hard.”
You simmered in your thoughts, trying to recall when you could've made someone mad. You were a nice person, most liked you.
“Well there was one lady, elderly, short, Creole, Tigon, Sigil on her third eye, and she wasn't the nicest person.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disappointment.
“You done fucked up pretty girl. Tha’s mama Lasarah, she either cursed or hexed you. How long this been goin’ on?”
Your eyes widened, he went back to flipping through the book.
“Like two weeks.”
“May god have mercy, you must be real new to this shit. Where you from, Mobile?!”
You rolled your eyes, he was right, you were from Mobile but you would've preferred for him to be wrong. He read through page after page and you got extremely nervous, hands fidgeting, unable to stand still, and you were just hoping he could end the torture.
“Welp, to cleanse, protect, and rid, it would be 300, but I'll cut to 250 since you a pretty thing.”
Damn, even Voodoo inflated. You didn't have hundreds to be handing out when you barely had your apartment.
“You can't go cheaper, or I pay you back eventually?” You tried to bargain.
“Nope, I don' negotiate or play bout my money.”
“I don't necessarily have that kind of money.”
“No money, no honey.”
You sighed, losing all hope in that moment. You knew he was right but it was still disappointing that you would have to walk away with your problem.
You thanked him and began to walk out. He watched closely, originally not caring but as he continued to watch your gorgeous body leave he gained an idea, something for both of you.
“Hey,” he moved toward you, grabbing your hips, “ya’know it's lonely. I'm here alone most of da time, no woman to come home to.”
His hand ran up your body and massaged in between your rolls with his thumb.
“Nobody to come home and kiss on,” one hand traveled to your thigh, “nobody to love on.”
He slowly moved you back to the table, and he pinned you against the table.
“So-on your knees,” you slowly lowered to your knees, “how bout a deal? You help me, I help you? A favor for a favor?”
He held his hand out for you to shake, it was your last option, so you shook. Once your hand was clasped in his, a lustful grin filled his face.
He removed his belt, bricked from the sight of you.
His throbbing veiny thick cock sprang out of his pants once he pulled them away, he positioned his length in front of your lips.
You widened your mouth and allowed him to enter, his thick shaft filled your mouth and he wasn't even fully in. Your mouth hallowed around him, lips embracing him, your tongue flicking over the tip as you bobbed your head up and down. Your hand grabbed what your mouth couldn't and stroked him, grip tight and satisfying.
He groaned and threw his head back, hips picking up an erratic rhythm. He curled his hand in your curls, forcing your head down and cock deeper. Tears dared to fall over the brim of your eyes as he drove deeper into your tight throat, his grip on your hair got tighter and more painful the closer he got to his peak.
‘Slurp’, ‘slurp’, the sound of your gagging and urgent sucking filled the room, and tears trailed down your cheeks like they were racing. He rammed himself one more time and filled your mouth with his milky cum. A smile painted itself on his face, his eye traveled to your puffy almond brown eyes, and the look in his eyes was lascivious.
He pulled himself out of your plump and juicy lips with a ‘pop’.
“Swallow.” His voice was husky and full of demand. You complied and swallowed every bit of him, leaving the salty taste lingering in your mouth.
He leaned down and captured your lips, your tongues clashing together, he licked every part of your mouth, the kiss was intoxicating and hot. His hand journeyed to your neck and clutched tightly, cutting off your air keeping your lips together. Slowly he used his grip to force you up, you rose to your feet moaning and whimpering into his mouth, you grabbed his wrist wanting him to loosen the grip but he wouldn’t let go. He shoved you against the table, pushed you down to make you sit, then pulled back a trail of saliva following him.
“God damn you're an impressive woman ma.” He praised, while letting go of your neck, you wanted to smile, however, all you could do was pant and struggle to catch your breath.
He pushed you down on the table, lying you on his table. You couldn't even gather your thoughts or breath before you felt your dress being pushed up to your waist.
He pulled your sticky underwear to the side and positioned himself at your desperate slobbering hole, he pushed just the tip in, and your hole grasped him with no intent of letting go.
He chuckled. “Tha's jus’ da tip ma.”
That didn't mean anything, you were already clawing at the table.
Each inch that he pushed in your hole hugged with a desperate desire. Once his cock was filling out your hole, he picked up an unrelenting rhythm.
He hammered into your gummy walls, the sound of squelching combined with his hips hitting the back of your thighs, and balls slapping your ass.
Your thighs shook frantically, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands wrapped around the edges of the table holding on for dear life.
“Augh–I c-can’t, ughhh–t-too much–augh shit!” You cried out, unable to control yourself.
“You can't take it?” He cooed, mocking your whines. He picked up the pace, each ram knocking air out of your lungs.
You shook your head, whining and whimpering.
“Aw…poor baby, I think ya can tho.” He was a cruel, cruel man.
He grabbed your sweat-soaked thighs and pushed them open, spreading you nice and wide for him. His mean pace made you feel like your guts were being rearranged, his cock all the way in your stomach.
With each tear, he wiped it away the only form of comfort he'd show you.
“Fuuuck,” his groans heightened, “ahhh, jus’ like tha’–ugghh.” With the last roll of his hips, you milked the man dry, he stuffed you full like a turkey.
He backed out leaving your pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing. He caught his breath and pressed a kiss to your inner thigh then pulled you to his chest, your pussy leaking his cum onto the table.
“You betta take a pill after this.” He panted.
You smiled, a soft giggle falling from your mouth.
“I mean it ma, don't you baby trap me.” He grabbed your jaw making you look at him and you bobbed your head.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Good.” He purred, adjusting his pants.
“Let's go handle these shadows, righ’?”
You smiled and nodded, grabbing the hand he held out for you and allowing him to guide you.
A/n: I think this is the best smut I've written. The deceptions was a little self-indulgent but don't mind that…
𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘈𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰- Dick would definitely listen to his girls' moans and love doing it.
In his defense, it wasn't his fault your moans were so damn attractive. You didn't scream or do exaggerated moans, just the melody of pure pleasure, you didn't scream like a porn star but hummed somehow in such a raunchy way.
One night, immersed inside of you, making such good love to you. You were doing it again, those moans, so soft, so beautiful, like music to his ears. He had to, he shouldn't have but had to. He grabbed his phone and placed it right by your mouth, recording the melody. It went unnoticed by you, you didn't know how many times he would jerk to that audio.
In the middle of a session, your moans playing in his ear, hips bucking forward, as he jerked at a relentless pace, you called.
He fumbled. “Shit–hey baby!” He was panting and sounded awkward as hell.
“Hi, my love,” shit, you were so hypnotizing, “I miss you, can I come over?”
He struggled to pull his pants up. “Yeah, yeah I don't see why not.”
“Okay, I'll see you later handsome.” He abruptly hung the phone up and tossed it on the bed running to get prepared for you. Goodness, he was hard.
You got to his apartment and you decide to eat, Mexican specifically.
“Use my phone to order, I'm gonna shower.” He pointed at the phone on the bed before walking into his bathroom. You did as asked and grabbed his phone, you always hated when his phone was cluttered with opened apps so you decided to clear it but then came across a voice record app. Not to be nosy, but just to see what he was doing on it, you hit the most recent recording and realized exactly what he used it for.
“Dick,” you called to him, “yes, baby?” he answered like a good boy. You tilted your head and a smug grin filled your face before you hit the play button.
“I can explain that.” He couldn't, he knew he couldn't.
“Can you?” You crawled toward him, stopping at the edge of the bed and grabbed him by his towel. His face burned red, trying hard to avoid eye contact.
You turned his head back towards you and forced his eyes on you, god you were so sexy… You raised yourself to his ear, and he didn't understand it until you began to moan in his ear. A tease was exactly what you were.
Slowly your hand traveled down his towel, and his slid in between your thighs.
Damn, he couldn't wait to hear you.
A/n: I don't know…but anyway who wants a starfirexdickxreader fic?!
𝒞𝓇𝓎𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎- Enjin adores his little crybaby, so badly that he needs your tears.
CW-Dacryphilia, P in V, pussy pronouns, sadist(Enjin), anal fingering, praise kink(I'll stop), (I'm lying), he calls you pup/puppy, squirting, pussy slaps, impact play, manhandling, dumbification doggy style, after care(cause he's not evil).
You were always sensitive, never could take too much. You were easily overstimulated, and he loved it. Pushing you past your limits, to see his little crybaby, those tears running down your round cheeks as you whimpered like a puppy(which is why he calls you that), it was sick, he knew it was but he couldn't resist.
“Auhh–I can't–Enjin!” Always when you were close to your peak, you’d freak. Thighs shaking, hands squeezing his biceps, hips bucking up, and back arched, screaming how you couldn't take it.
He had all his inches burried in you, his cock stretching you like elastic in your sopping hole.
“But, pup ya doin’ soo good f’ me.” He purred, sending shocks through your body. His words had a way of getting to you, and he was too good at it.
You clenched tight around him, sobbing as your climax drowned you. He kissed your cheeks, those salty tears he loved soaking his lips.
He fucking loved it.
Eating you out with your thighs clenched around his head, tears at the corner of your eyes, hand clutching his.
“B-baby–ahhugh–p-ple–ughhh.” All you could do was whine, legs shaking on his shoulders.
“You can do it puppy, you can.” He cooed and his thumb rubbed your web space like he was motivating a little kid.
You nodded, desperate to believe his words. “I-I can?” As soon as the words fell from your mouth you squirted all over his face then came right after.
“Yep you can.” He looked up at you and smirked while wiping his drenched face.
However, you got to a point where you were used to it. It didn't affect you all that much. That pissed him off, you weren't begging, whimpering, and crying as you used to, he hated it.
You already came six times, what more did he want from you?
“E-Enjin, how long?” Till you cried.
He didn't answer just paused and looked down at you, too calm, too calm for his liking. He needed screams and sobs. He grabbed your hips and slammed you over, raising you onto all fours.
You gasped, and before you could speak he impaled your tight hole. He built a ruthless rhythm, hammering your fat cunt like he was trying to put you together, the opposite of what he wanted.
His hand struck your ass, ‘slap’, ‘slap’, ‘slap’, three hard slaps. You yelped from the sudden impact and held the sheets for dear life.
“Ah–f-fuuuck–aughhh!” Your eyes were rolled back so far you swore you peered at your brain.
He shoved your head down and put the nastiest arch in your back, then with his other hand he stuffed his finger in your asshole curling upwards.
He knew it hurt, he wanted it to. To see you groan and moan in pain, weeping while spewing out those puppy whimpers. It turned him on–more than it should've.
“Auhhhh–I c-can’t–no more–t-too m-much!!” There it was, exactly what he wanted.
He dragged his finger out and then slammed six more strikes to your ass, then repeated the same action with your pussy.
You jerked and bit back your sobs.
“Oohhh, lemme hear you pup. Be a good girl for me huh?” And when you did it sent him, you soft sobs and those puppy whimpers, the pain and pleasure consuming you.
“Goood, so good.” He praised, his pace slowed but that didn't mean anything when his fingers were circling your cilt, some big, some smaller.
Your mind was blurred, you couldn't recall one thought. Just a drooling, sobbing, panting mess.
It pleased him, to see you weak, in pain, a mess. Then once you squirted all over him and the sheets, hips bucking up and down, a squeal pouring from your throat as he kept you in place with a hand wrapped around your neck. After that collapsing, your body giving out, and finally his fragile little pup again.
Finally pleased he cradled you in his arms, holding your trembling body against himself. He wiped your tears and drool away, pressing a kiss on your head.
“You did so well for me puppy.”
A/n: this took too long to write, but yeah told y'all fics were coming. I also learned my mind is a dark disturbing place…
You were a thick girl, always were. Not to mention you were also tall. Never in your life did you think, you’d find a man who can handle you. That was until Victor/Cyborg, came around. When you’d see him in the papers, or on TV you never thought he was as big as he was.
You met him in your favorite pizza place. An easy spot for dinner after working a long day at the office. He came up beside you, ordering his meal. You couldn't help but gaze, he was standing tall at 6’7, biceps larger than your head, his whole body enormous.
“Yes?” He turned his head toward you flashing his charming smile.
You blinked. “What?”
“You were staring, just wondering how I can help you?” He was so charismatic, and he knew it. He knew he made your whole body heat up, so he was going to take advantage of that.
You blurted a sorry and walked off, but that definitely wasn't the last time you were seeing him. Nope, he came to that same pizza place every day until you would let him take you back to his place.
Once he got you, he was going to make sure you were his.
Robotic, big metal arm locked around your neck, in a full headlock. His eight inches stuffed you full, as he thrashed into you. The fat of your ass slamming against his metal, destined to be sore by morning. You already came five times, he was milking you dry.
He kept you in place with his large frame, his plate chest and pubic pressed against you as he submerged himself all the way to your cervix.
Your sloppy walls clasped every inch of him, squeezing every drop of his cream out of him.
Almost every night was like that after you got serious with him.
He worshipped and took all of you as you took all of your big man.
A/n: Let me have funnn! Do I know how a half-robot would fuck you? NO! But let's use our imaginations!
