Let's break it down

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Kara: does anyone have some clothes I could borrow?

Y/N: yeah sure

Y/N removes their hoodie and hands it to Kara…

The Woman of Steel can’t help but admire Y/N’s form…

Barry; Y/N you’re ripped in this world?!

Kara: (purrs) very much

[tenaciousnymphinsight]

@arsenysworld @viilovers @jacenradio7 @daydaydayrk420

Jules vaughn x male!reader

Warnings: drug usage, alchohol, blowjob (giving!), sweet, first time 4n4l!, aftercare.

Note: If you don't like this type of one-Shots/stories then don't read it thats why there are my warnings.

Smut kinda rushed!

You never where the type of person who got a lot of attention, didn't even care about having the attention of people which didn't give a fuck about you, your best and closest person was rue bennet, she was there when your parents broke up and you where there when jules came around.

Months passed as jules came around and you three were close, mostly you and jules were the closest which rue was fine by it and even tease you two about it, one day in a party you three where attending, rue told jules that you had the hots for her and she decided to test that theory.

The music blasted your ears as you were sitting on the couch, a joint rested between your fingers which make an effect on you faster than you expected, you noticed jules figure moving thougth the wave of bodies towards you before she softly sit on you, not beside you or close to you but ON you, literally sitting on your lap, the blood of your body rushing everywhere but your head and brain as her body softness and warm was comfortable on your lap

"What a-are you doing?" You ask softly as the breath get caugh on your throat keeping your hands still trying to not touch her thick thighs.

"Nothing~" She says with a teasing smirk forming on her face as she grabs your joint, letting the humes fill her lungs and getting it out before passing it back to you and moving on your lap, trapping you with her thighs on each side of your hips and the same smirk on her face.

Your cheeks start paiting a deep red color as you grab the joint and feel the blood rushing towards your pants "Then why you sitting on me?" You decided to ask bluntily as the weed and alchohol already had make effect

"Hmm maybe cause you like a big teddy bear?" She replaid her face leaning closer to yours and your noises almost touched as you chuckle stupidly

"I'm high i-i can't take this rigth now, ba-jules" You almost said without knowing but thougth you covered it good enough but the wider smirk on jules face told you otherwise

"Then don't, let's go" She says grabbing your hand and getting both up and walking you both down out of the house, the cold air hitting you like a punch and waking you from the high a little

"Where we are going?" You decided to ask as you play softky with her fingers like a little child which make her smile more

"I'm getting you home" She said softly as she grabbed her bike she come with rue and look at you "come on, get on" She says as she waits for you to get behind her, she felt your body behind her, she was taller than you by 1'5 inches and you were a bigger than her, you wrapped your arms around her waist as you let your head rest on her back feeling the cold air and her slowly breathing.

Soon enough you both went to her house instead of yours, she holds your hand softly but tigth while going to her door, opening it and getting you both inside before locking it behind her, when she turned around she was meet with your lips on hers while your hands on her hips as she lets out a suprised yelp and didn't response back to the kiss making you feel like she didn't wanted this, before you could lean back she kiss you back softly while her hands where on your hair.

Soon you two where on her bedroom making out quiet loudly as she softly places you on her lap "Babe we have to be quiet, my dad's home" She warns you as your eyes widen before nodding softly when you felt her skirt riding up and felt her cock against your ass making you grin as you softly grind on her

"F-fuck" You softly said as you never knew jules would be dominant on bed as her hands were on your hips going down to your ass

"Yeah thats what we sre gonna do" She says stupidly as a teasing smirk find it's way to her face, your lips find her neck as you started kissing your way down, your hands soon founded her skirt as you place your hands underneath it hearing some breathlest gasp from jules making you smirk as you take off her panties and let her cock free.

(I was thinking like 3'5 inches but whoever you like)

You let out a gasp as you spit on it while locking eyes with her "Why you didn't told me you had a gun?" You teased as you softly started sucking her off, your rigth hand went to stroke her shaft while your left hand softly pushes her closer to you, jules let out a moan as she felt your warm mouth wrapping around her dick and your hand closing around it.

Jules let out a moan as she sits on her bed before softly taking her cock out of your mouth "get on the bed, baby" she said as she slapped your ass softly "are you clean?" She ask softly as you nod timidly as she let out a low chuckle.

You got on your hands and knees on the bed before your eyes widen as you felt jules tongue in your private part.

Soon jules hard cock was inside you, her hands on your hips as she told you soft reasurring "good boy", "you are tight" or "love you" as you moan and shake a little from the new pleasures.

The room felt too quiet after everything, like the air itself was trying to settle. You were lying on your back, breathing slow, still trying to understand your own body again. Your legs felt heavy, your chest warm, and your thoughts were just… soft, drifting.

Jules noticed before you even said anything. She always did. She slid closer, her hair brushing your shoulder as she leaned in, her voice low and steady.

“Hey… look at me for a sec.”

You turned your head, and she gave you that small smile — the one she only used when she was being real with you, not performing for anyone else. “You’re okay,” she said, thumb brushing the side of your jaw. “You’re doing good.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your body still felt sensitive, not in a bad way, just… new. Different. She could see it in the way your fingers curled slightly against the sheets.

“Does anything hurt?” she asked, softer now. “Tell me honestly.” You shook your head, but your voice came out quiet. “Just… tired. And kinda overwhelmed.”

Jules nodded like she expected that. She pulled the blanket up over your waist, tucking it around you like she was sealing in warmth. Then she lay you on her chest — not pushing, not grabbing, just grounding you.

“First time can feel like that,” she murmured. “Your body’s still catching up. Just breathe with me.” So you did. Slow. In and out. Her breathing matched yours until your shoulders finally dropped.

She shifted closer, her forehead touching your temple. “You did really well,” she whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

Your chest tightened a little at that not in a painful way, just in that way where someone sees you more clearly than you expected. You swallowed. “Thanks for… y’know. Being gentle.”

Jules smiled against your skin. “Of course I was gentle. You trusted me.” Her fingers traced small circles on your back, barely there. “And I’m not going anywhere. Not tonight.”

You let your head rest against hers, the warmth of her body easing the last bit of tension out of you. The room didn’t feel too quiet anymore. It felt safe.

And for the first time since everything happened, you let yourself relax fully — because she was right there, holding you through the after.

[viilovers]

Bruised Hearts, Better Endings

Warnings:Smut, abusiv3 father, fwb, blowjob (r!reciving), fingering, misionary, against wall.

The cigarette between Maeve’s fingers burned low, the ember glowing against the fading light. She stood alone behind the abandoned science block, pink hair messy from the wind, eyes sharp in that way that always made you feel like she was reading the parts of you no one else bothered to look at.

You shouldn’t have been there. Not after last night, not after the shouting, the slammed door, the bruise on your jaw you’d tried to hide with your sleeve.

But Maeve noticed. She always did.

“You look like hell,” she said, flicking ash to the ground. Her voice wasn’t mocking — just tired, like she’d already lived a hundred versions of this conversation.

“Rough morning,” you muttered.

She scoffed. “Try again.”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to. Her gaze dropped to your jaw, then back to your eyes, and something in her expression tightened — anger, sympathy, something she’d never admit to feeling.

“Did he do that again?” she asked quietly.

You swallowed hard. “Does it matter?”

Maeve stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the faint mix of smoke and cheap perfume clinging to her jacket. Close enough that your heartbeat felt embarrassingly loud.

“It matters to me,” she said.

You hated how much that meant,you hated how easily she could pull the truth out of you. You hated how badly you wanted to lean into her, even though the two of you had agreed, no feelings, no strings, just… whatever this was.

“Y/N,” she murmured, softer now, “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m not pretending. I just… don’t want to drag you into my mess.”

Maeve’s lips twitched — not a smile, something sadder. “Newsflash: I’m already in it.”

Her fingers brushed your wrist, barely a touch, but enough to make your pulse jump. Enough to remind you of every blurred night, every whispered promise you both pretended not to remember in the morning.

“Come with me,” she said. “Just for a bit. You look like you need to get out of your head.”

You hesitated, then nodded as her soft hand grips yours not hard but firm as she walks to the old and abandonated bathroom and pushes the door open before you close it behind you.

"What are we doing here?" You ask curious as you look around the empty old science class maeve lets go of your hand even if you could still feel her warmness on you and takes out some gauze and put some water on it

"Come closer, let me take care of that" She says as she points at your broken lip and you couldn't help but get closer as her hands find your cheeks and soon the wet gauze touch your broken lip making you whine a little "Don't be a kid" She says with a teasing smile on her lips.

"It stings" You replay as your hands softly play on her hips as you look up at her eyes, glancing to her lips everynow and there.

"I know it does" She says as she keeps healing it a little before kissing your lips as your breath gets on your throat as you kiss her back, your hands clenching around her hips as you try to get up but she puts you down as her hands find your trousers.

The zipper hissed down. Her cool fingers slipped inside your boxers, wrapping around your hardening length. You sucked in a sharp breath. Her touch was always so deliberate, so confident.

“Fuck, Maeve.”

“That’s the idea,” she whispered, sinking to her knees on the dusty floor. The sight of her there, between your legs, her sharp eyes looking up at you from under her lashes, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to your core.

She didn’t tease. Not at first. One hand gripped the base of your cock, firm and possessive. The other cupped your balls, a gentle, rolling pressure that made your thighs tense. Then her tongue darted out, a pink, wet point that traced a slow, torturous line from root to tip.

You groaned, your head falling back. The sensation was electric. Her tongue was flat and hot, laving a broad, wet stripe up your shaft before circling the swollen head. She focused there, her lips pursing to suck just the tip into the wet heat of her mouth.

She hummed, the vibration traveling through your entire body. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every twitch of your face, every uncontrolled shudder. She loved that. Loved knowing the effect she had.

Then she took you deeper, her mouth was a revelation. Hot, slick, impossibly tight. She moved with a rhythm that was all her own—slow, deep sucks followed by quick, fluttering passes of her tongue along the sensitive underside. Her hand worked in tandem, twisting on the upstroke, her thumb pressing into that frenulum on every pass.

“You taste so good,” she moaned around you, the words muffled and filthy. The sound of it, her voice thick with your cock in her mouth, was almost enough to push you over the edge right then.

You tangled a hand in her hair, not pushing, just holding. The silky strands slipped through your fingers. She picked up the pace, her head bobbing faster, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful suck. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the silent classroom, obscene and perfect. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth, glistening in the slanted light.

She pulled off with a soft, wet pop, her breath coming in quick pants. A string of saliva connected her lips to your glistening cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing.

"Get up, i want to feel you inside" She says with a smile as you soon find a spot between her legs and pushed inside softly.

A low, shuddering sigh escaped her lips as you breached her, the tight, wet heat an electric shock to your system. You sank in slowly, an agonizing, perfect inch at a time, watching her face. Her brows knitted, her lips parted, and a sharp gasp hitched in her throat as you filled her completely.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her head falling back against the pillow for just a second before she snapped it forward again, eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare stop.”

You began to move. A slow, deep withdrawal, then a hard, rolling thrust back in. The rhythm was primal, instinctive. Each drive of your hips drew a choked, guttural sound from her. Her nails dug into your shoulders, then raked down your back, the sting a bright counterpoint to the velvet friction surrounding your cock.

You shifted, angling your hips, and her reaction was immediate. Her eyes flew wide. “There,” she gasped, her back arching off the bed. “Right there, oh god, don’t stop hitting that spot, I swear to—”

You did it again. And again. The sound of skin meeting skin, of the bedframe creaking in a steady tempo, of her ragged pants and your own grunts filled the room. You watched her come undone. The clever, guarded, perpetually annoyed Maeve Wiley was dissolving into pure sensation beneath you. It was the most powerful thing you’d ever seen.

Her hands came up, framing your face, then sliding back into your hair, pulling you down. Her kiss was desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth and shared breath. You groaned into her mouth, the sound torn from your chest, a raw vibration against her lips.

Her hands left your hair and slid down, her palms flattening against your pectorals before moving to your throat. Not squeezing, not choking, but holding. Her thumbs pressed into the hollow at the base of your neck, her fingers curling around the sides. It was an anchor, a claim. You are here. With me.

You groaned again, deeper, the sensation of her hands on your throat as you pushed deeper inside her short-circuiting something in your brain. It was vulnerability and power, surrender and domination, all at once. Your thrusts lost their rhythm, becoming frantic, punishing. You were chasing it, chasing that peak for both of you, pistoning into her welcoming heat.

“I’m close,” she panted against your mouth, her words slurred. “I’m so close, don’t you dare finish before I—”

You felt her inner muscles begin to flutter, a delicate, frantic pulsation around your length that rapidly tightened into a vice-like grip. Her whole body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips as the wave hit her. The orgasm ripped through her, making her shudder and convulse, her hands tightening reflexively on your neck for one breathtaking second before going slack.

The sight, the feel of her climax milking you, was your undoing. With a final, deep snarl, you buried yourself to the hilt and came. It was a white-hot rush, a flood of release that seemed to pull from the very marrow of your bones. You pulsed inside her, each jet of cum wringing another tremble from her spent body.

For long moments, there was only the sound of your joint heaving breaths. The world slowly seeped back in. The feel of the cool air on your sweat-slicked skin. The weight of your body on hers. You softened inside her, but made no move to pull out. You couldn’t. Not yet.

You lowered your forehead to hers, both of you damp and breathless. Her eyes, hazy and sated, finally fluttered closed, then opened again. A slow, smug, utterly Maeve smile touched her swollen lips.

“Told you you’d groan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

You huffed a laugh, the movement making you both aware of the intimate, sticky connection you still shared. “You set that up.”

“Of course I did.” She shifted slightly beneath you, wincing at the sensitivity, but her smile didn’t fade. Her hands, which had fallen to the sheets, came up to trace idle patterns on your damp back. “I like the sound. It’s… honest.”

(If i'm begin honest i didn't know how to end this hahaha)

[viilovers]

Hiya! Ahmm i just saw this pic and thougth about doing a male reader x violet! (I know some people would hate this!)

Soo....my idea basicly was that the male reader is sub while vi is the dom one (maybe a fwb thing), my idea was that maybe VI is the captain of the football team and she is a futa which male reader loves and vi loves how reader is kinda better than most girl she hook up with...

Ahmm this is all....i'm open to ideas and request!

I do the fanfic

yes, and add some aftercare

No, fuck yourself

Voting ended onJan 25

[daydaydayrk420]

Hiya! Could i request courtney/invisigal x male reader? (Smut)

Maybe he and invisigal have been working together for a long time (maybe been childhood friends) and invisigal had feelings for him but didnt want to told him cause it would be weird but she had told him she had sex dreams with him

Waking up wet

Invisigal x male reader

⚠︎Wet dreams, giving head, fingering, Christina piercing⚠︎ ☢︎︎Minors and girls do not interact☢︎︎ ☞︎︎︎Courtney suffers from frequent wet dreams about her best friend, so she decides to tell him about them.☜︎︎︎ ✍︎ 1953

Courtney and Y/n have been friends since their childhood.

Many people misunderstand them as a couple, but they don't mind anymore.

Recently, Courtney has been feeling butterflies whenever she's with him. But she pushed them down. She can't ruin years of friendship because of stupid feelings.

If it were that easy.

Why? Because her dreams are different plans.

Invisigal let out a loud moan. Her back arched and her legs trembled. Her eyes widened, and her hands gripped the sheets. Her body didn't know if it should turn invisible or if it should stay visible, so it started to glitch out as she shook with -

Courtney gasped as she sat up in her bed. Her eyes are wide as she looks around. She pushed her covers off and looked between her legs. Her sleeping shorts are soaked. She let out a groan and covered her face.

She had another wet dream about y/n.

Y/n is coming over today for a sleepover. Just like every other Friday,

"Fuck.." She cursed under her breath. "This can't keep happening..."

As the day went by, she made sure that her house was clean before he arrived. She ordered food because she was too lazy to cook.

Y/n should be here any minute.

Courtney just got out of a shower and was drying off. She wanted to dress in something comfortable today, but her most comfortable shirt was currently in the washing machine. So she put on some shorts and a sports bra. Her augment was on full display.

She watched the washing machine shake as she waited for it to finish. The doorbell snapped her out of her trance.

When she opened the door, she saw y/n with a bag of snacks. He whistled when he saw her in just her sports bra. "What a greeting." He joked as he walked in. Courtney chuckled and closed the door.

"Enjoy it while it lasts." She teased as she made her way back to where her washer is. Once the washer was done, she threw the shirt in the dryer and waited again.

The bell rang again. "That's food! Would you get it, please? The cash is in my jacket pocket." Courtney called.

"Yes, ma'am!" Y/n called back and moved into action.

The day went by smoothly. They did the same things as they do on every sleepover. Such as playing games, eating unhealthy food and snacks, drinking, watching TV, and talking.

It was nearing 11 pm. "I'm getting tired." Y/n said through a yawn. "Me too," Courtney agreed as she leaned back against the couch.

They cleaned up and went to bed. Yes, they shared Courtney's bed. They don't mind the closeness. They've been best friends since childhood, after all.

Y/n climbed into bed first and buried his face in the pillow. Visi laughed and joined. "I'm starting to think you miss my bed more than me." She joked as she got comfortable.

The man laughed as he turned to face her. "You know my bed is shit."

They talked until they fell asleep.

"Fuck..." She moaned. Her body twitched with overstimulation. "Y/n-" She gasped when she felt a wet tongue on her clit. "Y/n-" Her breath got caught in her throat. Her body arched as she was about to -

She gasped awake. Her eyes immediately moved towards the sleeping man. Thank god he's still sleeping. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She quickly got out of bed and went to shower. This can't be happening with him in the house.

As Courtney took a long shower, y/n noticed her absence from the bed. However, he didn't think much of it and went back to bed. It was only when he heard her in the kitchen instead that he decided to get up and check on her.

"Court?" He called out when he walked out of the bedroom. His eyes were squinted from tiredness as he looked around for her.

When he saw her leaning against the counter with a can of beer in front of her, he frowned. He walked to her. "What's wrong?"

She took a sip of her beer and looked him dead in the eyes. "I had a wet dream about you." Her answer stunned the man, but he soon laughed. "Was I good?" He asked as he leaned against the counter.

Invisigal visibly relaxed when she didn't get cursed out by her best friend.

"I guess." "You guess?" Y/n laughed. She laughed with him. "Yeah, I guess. I didn't get to finish." She smirked. "Oh, not on my watch," Y/n said with a low voice and lifted her up on the counter. She gasped and froze in surprise. Her hands grabbed his shoulders.

"The fuck are you doing?" She asked. Her face flushed in embarrassment. "What? I'm helping you finish." Y/n said with a grin.

Courtney looked over his face, not sure if he was serious. When she saw no sign of this being a joke, she leaned in and kissed him desperately.

He returned the kiss without hesitation and grabbed her hips. Y/n's fingers sneaked under her shirt and traced up until they reached her augment. He traced the machinery until he decided to gently grope her breasts.

She let out a shaky moan and pulled back to remove her shirt. She pulled him into another kiss. She pressed her hips against his and felt that he was already getting hard.

"Let's see if you're as good in real life as you are in my dreams." She murmured and reached for his sleeping pants. He let out a groan. He lifted her and carried her to bed.

She kissed his neck before her back landed on the bed. She stared at him with her lip between her teeth.

Y/n stripped and climbed back on the bed. He removed her shorts and panties. "What did I do in your dreams?" He murmured as he leaned down to kiss her chest.

"Well, you like to give head a lot." She spread her legs invitingly. Y/n settled between her legs and kissed her tummy. He made his way down until he got to kiss her clit.

"Well, hello there," Y/n murmured when his lips were met with a cold jewel. He pulled back to look. He was met with a Christina piercing with a simple dangling earring. "When did you get this?" He asked before he leaned down to wrap his lips around the piercing.

Courtney gasped and threw her head back. One of her hands grabbed her boob, and the second hand grabbed his hair. "Like two years ago..." She breathed out. "I was drunk." She explained before he could ask.

The man circled the jewel with the tip of his tongue before he kissed down.

"Fuck." She cursed when y/n's tongue licked her folds. Y/n focused on the outer side of her folds first. He wanted to tease her. He moved his tongue slowly. He traced the flesh until he made his way to the clit again.

She moaned and closed her eyes. The feeling of Y/n's actual tongue on her feels phenomenal. "Y/n," She moaned.

He gave in and moved down so he could bury his tongue inside her. He let out a groan when he finally tasted her. He ate her out like a man starved.

"Shit!" She gasped and arched her back when y/n's nose rubbed against her clit and piercing. Her legs closed around his head. He gripped her inner thighs and pulled her legs off his head.

Courtney whined bus complied by keeping her legs open. She continued to toy with her breast while her second hand moved to grip the headboard pole.

She almost feels embarrassed by how quickly he made her crumble. But she blames it on being hypersexual. She could feel him smirk against her. "Prick." She cursed.

Y/n pulled away and sat on his heels. He licked his lips and looked at her. Visi glared at him for pulling away, but there was no actual complaint behind it. At least she won't come so fast.

"What else did I do in your dreams?" He asked as he leaned over her. One of his hands reached out to toy with her Christina piercing before pushing two fingers inside her. She moaned and arched her back.

"You fucked me." She breathed out. He nodded and settled between her legs. He kept fingering her as he kissed her chest. "That's all?" He questioned before wrapping his lips around her nipple.

She gasped and closed her eyes. "Yeah. At least for tonight's dream." She was already out of breath. She looked at him and watched him settle between her legs. "Please..." She whispered.

Y/n kissed her before pulling his fingers out of her and wrapping them around his dick instead. He lined up and gently pushed in. She instantly wrapped her legs around his hips. A loud moan escaped her lips when he bottomed out.

"Oh god-" She gasped when the actual feeling of y/n inside her finally replaced the feeling in her imagination. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him down into a kiss.

He waited a couple more seconds before he started to move. Both of them moaned loudly. One of y/n's hands grabbed her hip while the other hand reached for a pillow.

When her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, he stuffed the pillow under them so he could thrust deeper.

Her eyes widened when the pleasure increased. The fact that y/n cared about giving her pleasure so much that he did the pillow thing made her swoon. Next thing she knows, he'll do the knee thing next time, and she'll be utterly head over heels.

Y/n found her G-spot. Courtney's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her back was beautifully arched. Her moans got louder with each thrust.

She grabbed the polls again with both hands this time. Her hips moved in rhythm with his. The dangling earring of her Christina hit her clit just right and added to her stimulation. She was close.

"I'm close." She warned the man. He nodded and kept his focus on hitting her prostate. His lips found her breast again, and this time he left marks in his wake.

When her abdomen started to feel tight, she knew she was about to climax any minute now. Her body shook and went invisible.

Y/n gasped as he pulled back to look at her. Well, where she was. She's still there, of course, just not visually. His hips stuttered from the surprise. He chukled and leaned down to kiss her neck.

"Come back to me, beautiful." He purred into her ear.

Courtney breathed in and became visible again. But that didn't last for long as her climax shook her body and made her invisibility glitch out. She was like a flashing light. Constantly turning on and off until she collapsed onto the pillows.

Y/n held her through it until he pulled out and came over her tummy.

Once they've calmed down, he got up to get a wet cloth to clean her up. When he came back with it, he knelt between her legs again and gently cleaned her.

Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the aftercare. When she heard the cloth land on the floor beside the bed, she looked at the man above her. She smiled tiredly and reached for his cheek.

"God, I love you," She breathed out as she pulled him down into a lazy kiss.

Did she just confess? Maybe. Did y/n still kiss back? He did.

Maybe she doesn't have to be scared about ruining this friendship because of her feelings after all.

[scatorcciosgirl]

Could you make an nsfw enemies to lovers Natalie Scatorccio X Male Reader in a modern college au? They’re both apart of the same scenes, and play in the same band (reader plays drums, nat plays guitar). They start off really standoffish and don’t seem to get along, but hooked up at a party and next thing they knew she was in his dorm while he cooked breakfast for her. They mutually agree it was a bad idea and definitely not turning into a thing, but they more they see each other at band practice and get to know each other, they start seeing each other and hooking up frequently after practices and behind their bandmates backs (PLEASE include a car sex scene). Reader is snarky and almost cocky and matches Nat’s energy most of the time, but is very sweet and dorky besides that. I don’t really know what else to add this is a long request sorry I’m new to this feel free to ask for any clarifications 😭.

this request left me gobsmacked when i first saw it bc the thought of nat riding reader in his car ughhh YES

one time thing…

Natalie Scatorccio x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ / MDNI, modern college AU, male!reader, use of substances, porn with barely any plot, p in v, nat has a praise kink, semi-public sex, not proofread Note: sorry this took so long <3 this was my first time writing straight smut...

Your classes had been kicking your ass all week, neglected assignment after neglected assignment piling on top of each other until you had no choice but to cancel practice to catch up. 

But when your roommate told you he wanted to throw a party tonight… you figured you’d caught up enough. And who were you to reject free alcohol?

With an empty red solo cup in your hand, you make your way through your house to refill your cup. The kitchen is crowded due to the group gathered in the corner, watching the game of beer pong that’s apparently currently tied. 

You reach for the bottle of Jack Daniels and pour some in your cup, following it up with a coke. 

“Pussy.” 

Instinctively, you look up and roll your eyes at the sight of the familiar blonde. Natalie Scatorccio, your bandmate. You figure it’s safe to say that the two of you don’t exactly get along. 

“Yeah, well, not everyone’s trying to drink themselves into next week, Natalie,” you shrug, taking a sip of your Jack and Coke. 

“Do you enjoy acting like someone’s dad?” she trails off, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. “Is that, like, a kink for you?” 

You blink and dryly retort, “I love being called daddy.”

Natalie stares blankly at you. “Whatever.” She scoffs and turns, leaning against the counter. “This party fucking blows. I thought frat guys were supposed to throw ragers?” 

“Not Bobby,” you shake your head, eyes running over her body for a second, taking in her outfit. It’s not anything outrageous - just a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a Nirvana shirt she’s worn a few times to practice. You’re surprised she’s not wearing her signature leather jacket.

“Right,” she nods, lifting the cup to her lips. “Forgot your roommate fucking sucks.” 

You roll your eyes - something you seem to do a lot around her. “You’re here, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah - against my will.” 

“Liar.” 

Before she can counter, someone stumbles into her, making her spill her drink down the front of her shirt. 

“Shit!” she gasps, eyes snapping up to find the culprit. 

The friend of the drunk, staggering girl winces and glances back. “Sorry!” 

Natalie ignores her and zeroes in on the paper towels. She grabs a few, blotting her chest while muttering curses under her breath. 

You watch her for a second before grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the kitchen. 

“What the fuck-” she struggles against your grip. “Let me go.” 

You release her and she nearly falls back, but you manage to catch her. “Follow me.” 

She huffs, following you back to your room. Natalie stands in the doorway, continuing to dab at her shirt as her eyes rake over your room. You grab a shirt from your dresser and hold it out for her. 

“Here.” 

Natalie eyes it for a moment, gaze flickering between you and the shirt. “What do you want?” 

“Fine, suit yourself. Keep wearing the whiskey.” 

You step toward your dresser to put the shirt back and she calls out. “Wait - give it.” 

Smirking, you turn and toss her the shirt. Without a second thought, she peels her shirt off. You spin around, staring at the wall to let her change. 

“God, you act like you’ve never seen a girl shirtless before,” she mutters, pulling on the shirt. “You can look now.” 

You turn again, slowly. The shirt is too big for her, one of the sides hanging low and showcasing the red strap of her bra. 

“Holy shit…” Natalie lets out a light laugh, crossing your room. “You’re a fucking nerd.” 

She reaches out and grabs ahold of a Darth Vader and Spider-Man Funko Pop. You try not to wince as you hurry after her, prying them from her hand. 

“They’re collectibles,” you tell her, setting them back down on their stand.

“They’re toys.” Her eyes scan the rest of your collection as she grins. “Oh my God. This is the best day of my life. I can’t believe this.” 

“You’re free to leave, you know,” you grumble, crossing your arms. “Just give me back my shirt on Tuesday.” 

Natalie lightly pushes your shoulder. “Relax, I’m fucking with you. It’s… sweet that you collect toys.” 

“Sweet?” you repeat, eyes narrowing at her. 

She looks up at you and hums, nodding. “Adorkable, even.” Her lips press into a thin line as she tries - and fails - to hold back another laugh. 

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter and turn, moving back over to your bed. You reach into your nightstand and pull out your stash of weed, lighting a joint.

Natalie flops onto your bed beside you and holds her hand out expectantly. 

You glance at her and pull your arm back possessively. “Sure, make yourself at home, Natalie.”

Rolling her eyes, Natalie swats at your shoulder and grabs the joint. You watch as she takes a long drag and blows it out. “Didn’t you learn in Kindergarten that sharing is caring?” 

“Didn’t you learn in Kindergarten that stealing is bad?” you shoot back, reaching for your weed. 

Just to spite you, she takes another long drag and exhales the smoke in your face while handing it back. 

“Must’ve missed that day.” 

You hum, lifting the joint to your lips. “Figures.” 

The girl leans back against your headboard, making your shirt ride up a bit, exposing her lower stomach. 

You’re not sure what it is - maybe it’s the alcohol, or the weed, or maybe it's just simply her - but you can’t pull your eyes away. 

She’s an attractive girl, you’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t. You suppose that’s part of what makes her so aggravating. 

Natalie looks at you, raising an eyebrow at your staring. “You gonna keep staring like a perv or…?” 

God, how can someone be so annoying and hot?  

You take another hit and lean forward, blowing the smoke into her face. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

She swallows, green eyes flickering between your eyes and your mouth. You go to pull back but she jerks up and tugs you in for a kiss. 

Her lips are soft and taste vaguely like cherry - which is not what you thought Natalie Scatorccio would taste like, if you were being honest. 

Your brain is screaming at you that this is a bad idea. This is your bandmate, someone you see nearly everyday, someone you don’t even particularly like. 

But you don’t have it in you to pull away. She pushes you back and shifts to straddle you. Her fingers tangle in your hair, gently tugging as her lips trail down your neck. 

A groan slips out before you can stop yourself, making her smirk against your lips. Natalie grinds her hips down against you and you can feel your boxers growing tighter. 

Your hands find her hips, guiding her movements. “Fuck.” 

“Thought you didn’t want to flatter me?” she mocks, tilting her head. 

“Shut up,” you murmur, flipping her over. You hover above her, taking a moment to take off your shirt. 

While you work on undoing your pants, Natalie yanks off her - your - shirt and lifts her hips to undo her jeans. 

“You have condoms, right?” she asks, gaze flickering down to your dick as she tosses her clothes onto the floor. 

You reach over to open the drawer of your nightstand and pull out one of the condoms that’s fallen out of the box. Tearing the wrapper with your teeth, you quickly roll it on and look down at her. 

She looks beautiful, looking up at you with eyes that scream fuck me while in nothing but a red bra and a pair of black underwear. 

Natalie cups your face with her hands and pulls you back down into another kiss. 

Your hand runs over her body, dipping lower to tease her through her underwear. She gasps and arches into you when you brush her pussy over the fabric, feeling the growing damp spot. 

Pushing the barrier aside, you run a finger through her folds, collecting her slick. “You’re soaked,” you note, rubbing her clit. 

“Fuck,” Natalie breathes out. 

She rolls her hips, grinding against your hand as you increase the pressure on her clit. You trail your kisses down her neck and chest before pulling back once more to line yourself up with her entrance. 

Your eyes flickering up to meet hers. “You’re sure?”

Natalie nods, teeth grazing her bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m sure.” 

Slowly, you push in. Your mouth opens as you let out a silent moan at the feel of her walls clenching around you. 

She throws her head back, nails scratching your back as she breathily instructs, “Keep going.” 

You keep your pace gentle at first, watching her face carefully for any signs of discomfort. 

“Faster.” 

The headboard knocks against the wall as you snap your hips forward, picking up the pace. Natalie captures your lips once more in a messy kiss, swallowing your groans as she wraps her legs against your waist.

She lets out a small whimper when you slip your hand back between her legs, brushing over her clit with your thumb.

“Oh, fuck me-” she breathes out, fingers tangling in your hair. 

You can’t help the small smirk that forms on your lips as you reply, “I am.” 

“Shut up,” Natalie hisses. 

Straightening, you grip her hip with your free hand and pound deeper into her. She’s quiet, barely making any noise except for a few whimpers and whines. 

“Cmon…” you mockingly tilt your head, applying more pressure to her clit. “I wanna hear you.” 

Her eyes meet yours, flashing with a bit of surprise. She’s about to say something back when you hit that spot inside of her. The noise that slips past her lips - a mixture of a gasp and a moan - makes your cock twitch inside of her. 

“Look at that, you can be a good girl,” you nod, satisfied. 

“Fuck-” Natalie chokes out, clenching hard around you as her orgasm crashes over her. 

Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders but you fuck her through it, chasing your own release. It’s not long before you’re burying your head in the crook of her neck, spilling into the condom with a groan. 

You ease out of her, rolling the condom off and throwing it in the trash. 

“Water?” you question, looking down at her, only to find her asleep on your pillow. “Okay, then…” 

After covering her with the half of the comforter she isn’t laying on and setting a bottle of water on your nightstand, you make a bed on the floor and allow yourself to drift off into sleep. 

You’re awoken by the sunlight drifting through your curtain. With a small groan, you sit up and peek over at your bed. Natalie’s still there. 

She looks peaceful there, all tangled up in the comforter with her hair messily surrounding her. 

Rubbing your eyes, you stand and make your way into the kitchen. The house is a wreck with cups littering the floor. You roll your eyes at the mess and start breakfast. 

Halfway through your scrambled eggs, you hear footsteps coming from the hallway and glance over to see Natalie emerge. She’s dressed, still wearing your shirt.

It’s obvious she was going to leave. Which is why you can’t help but smirk and call out, “You hungry? I make a mean scrambled egg…” 

The protest is clear on her face but so is the moment the smell of the food hits her. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she warns as she enters the kitchen and perches herself up on the counter. “Last night was a mistake.” 

“Relax,” you reply, handing her the food. “It’s just breakfast - it’s not a thing.” 

“Good.” 

It was really supposed to be a one time thing. 

But then the next practice ended late. Natalie had been the last one to leave your garage. She said something, you said something back… and the next thing you knew, her lips were on yours. 

Then, it happened again. And again. 

The two of you always insisted it was the last time. 

You frown at the rain pouring outside of the car. The band had played a gig at a local bar and you’d offered Natalie a ride home. But then the slight drizzle had turned into a downpour and you had no choice but to pull over.

“Well…” Natalie huffs, reaching down for her bag. She pulls out an Altoids mint tin, popping open the lid to slide out a joint and a lighter. 

“Really?” you raise a brow, watching her light it. “Hotboxing my car is your plan?” 

“Relax, dad,” she retorts, taking a long drag before handing it over to you. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do.” 

“I have an idea or two,” you shrug, lifting the joint to your lips. 

When your lungs are full, you lean over the console and grip her chin, exhaling the smoke into her mouth. Before you know it, her lips are pressed against yours, her hands bunching up your shirt. 

“Natalie-”

“What?” she questions, climbing over the console and settling in your lap. “Weather app says the storm won’t stop for at least an hour.” 

“You check the weather app?” you tease, hands gripping her hips as she kisses down your neck. “Like a grandma?” 

“I needed to know how long I was gonna be stuck here with you,” Natalie retorts against your skin, threading her fingers through your hair. She gives a small tug, making you groan. 

You can feel your boxers tightening and, based on the way she rolls her hips against you, she can too. 

Desperate, she pushes her jeans and panties down just enough while unbuttoning your pants. Natalie pulls your cock out of your boxers, pumping it a few times with her hand. You let out a low moan and throw your head back against the headrest.

“Do you have one?” she breathes out, green eyes meeting yours. 

You nod and lift your hips, pulling your wallet out from your back pocket to grab the condom you keep in there. Natalie takes it from you, tearing it open and rolling it on you. 

She doesn’t waste any time, bracing one hand on your shoulder while the other guides your dick to her entrance. Both of you let out low moans at the feeling of her sinking down on you. 

“Fuck,” you grit out, your grip on her hips tightening as she slowly starts moving. “Christ.” 

Once again, her fingers tangle in your hair. You bury your head in the crook of her neck, pressing wet kisses to her skin as your hand slides under her shirt. With her help, you manage to tug it off and throw it into the passenger seat. 

You unhook her bra - the red one she seems to always be wearing when the two of you fuck - and attach your lips to her tit, kneading the other with one hand.

She arches into you, a quiet moan escaping her as your tongue circles her hardening nipple. You shift slightly, cock managing to push deeper inside of her. 

Natalie lets out a small whimper, walls clenching around you. “Fuck,” she breathes out. 

Your other hand moves to her hip as she picks up her pace, grinding hard against you. You thrust your hips up to match her pace as best you can in the tight space, fingers coming down to rub her clit. 

“Don’t stop,” she pleads as her eyes squeeze shut, hips stuttering in the way you’ve come to learn means she’s close. Her mouth opens in pleasure, small pants slipping past her lips. 

Releasing her nipple, you pepper kisses anywhere you can. You can feel the way her pulse thuds beneath her skin as your lips drag over her neck. Natalie tilts her head, offering you more access. 

“I’m - fuck, I’m gonna-”

“Do it,” you rasp, eyes flickering down to where your bodies meet. The sight of your cock disappearing inside of her urges you on. Gripping her hip tighter, you thrust up faster. “Be a good girl and cum for me, Nat.”

That’s all it takes. 

Her body seizes, walls clamping down around you as a loud moan tears out of her throat. You don’t let up any of your movements, drawing every last wave out of her until she’s gasping your name against your lips.

The way she squeezes around you has you slamming your hips up into hers, chasing your orgasm. It’s not very long before it crashes over you and you spill into the condom while groaning into her mouth. 

For a while, the two of you stay that way, allowing yourselves time to come down from your highs. It’s silent except for the sound of the rain hammering against the roof and your heavy breathing.

Finally, she shifts, sliding off of you and plopping back into the passenger seat. “This doesn’t mean anything,” she mumbles, like usual, as she fixes her clothing. 

“Obviously,” you agree, following her actions. 

It’s strange how there’s a small part of you that feels almost disappointed by her words - who can’t help but wish that one day it will mean something. 

But, for now, you’ll take what you can get.

[arsenysworld]

Tonight is going to be a night to remember.

Mandy Milkovich x Male Reader

Warning⚠️ smut +21

Mandy lay on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV screen, watching reruns of her favorite show. She barely registered the sound of her shy boyfriend, Y/N, fidgeting with his phone in the corner of the room. The room was a mess, a testament to their shared laziness, with clothes strewn across the floor and takeout boxes piled high on the coffee table.

"Babe," Y/N finally spoke up, his voice a little shaky, "I was thinking, maybe we could watch something else?"

Mandy didn't take her eyes off the TV. "This is the part where Mickey does that thing with the... you know, the thing." She giggled, her cheeks flushing.

Y/N sighed, setting his phone down and walking over to her. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Come on, Mandy. That show's been playing on repeat for hours. How about we do something else?" He nudged her with his knee, trying to get her attention.

Mandy turned to him with a sly smile, the kind that always made his heart race. "You wanna do something else?" Her voice was low and husky, a challenge in her eyes. She pushed herself up on her elbows, her t-shirt riding up to reveal her bare stomach, the waistband of her sweatpants sitting low on her hips.

"Yeah, I do," Y/N murmured, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin. He reached out and traced a finger along the line of her abs, watching as her muscles quivered. "I want to do something that doesn't involve staring at a screen."

Mandy and her boyfriend, Y/N, are in a messy room watching TV. Y/N suggests changing the channel, but Mandy is engrossed in a show with a memorable scene involving Mickey. He tries to get her attention, and she responds with a seductive smile, hinting at an alternative activity that doesn't involve watching TV. She teases him by revealing her stomach and inviting him to touch it.

Mandy's eyes narrowed slightly, her smile turning playful. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer, their faces inches apart. "What did you have in mind?"

Y/N's heart pounded in his chest, his mouth suddenly dry. He swallowed hard before leaning in, his breath warm against her lips. "How about I show you instead?"

With surprising strength, he hoisted Mandy off the couch, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom, the TV's laugh track fading behind them. He tossed her onto the unmade bed, the springs groaning in protest. She landed with a soft bounce, her dark hair fanning out around her like a halo.

Her eyes never left his as she shimmied out of her sweatpants, revealing matching black lace panties that barely contained her excitement. Y/N's cock strained against his own sweats, desperate to be freed. He stepped closer, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Mandy's hands found the hem of his shirt, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled it over his head. He didn't resist, letting her explore his body with greedy eyes and hungry hands. She traced the lines of his muscles, her touch setting his skin on fire. He kicked off his shoes and shucked off his pants, his erection springing free.

Mandy and Y/N flirt with the idea of doing something other than watching TV. Y/N takes the lead by carrying her to the bedroom. Mandy, excited by his assertiveness, strips down to her lacy panties. Y/N removes his shirt, and they both reveal their desire for each other, with Y/N's erection becoming increasingly apparent.

He stepped closer to the bed, his cock jutting out, begging for her touch. Mandy leaned back on her elbows, her eyes never leaving his. She bit her bottom lip, a silent invitation, as she reached down and began to stroke herself through the lace. The sight of her hand disappearing into her panties was almost too much to bear.

"Take these off," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I want to feel you."

Y/N's hands trembled as he complied, sliding her panties down her legs. Her pussy was slick with anticipation, and the sight made him growl with need. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Mandy's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as he pushed inside her, inch by glorious inch.

The feel of her was indescribable—hot, tight, and wet. Y/N had to bite back a moan as he buried himself to the hilt. He paused for a moment, savoring the sensation before pulling back and thrusting again, harder and deeper than before. Mandy's nails dug into his back, leaving trails of fire as she urged him on.

Her legs were still pinned back, giving him complete control as he set a punishing pace. Mandy's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a string of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Y/N loved it—loved how uninhibited she was, how she didn't care about being quiet or keeping it PG-rated. She was raw, unfiltered, and utterly addictive.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, mingling with the faint smell of marijuana from the joint they'd smoked earlier. The smoke had dissipated, but the haze lingered, heightening every sensation. The bed creaked in time with their movements, the only other sound the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the occasional grunt from Y/N as he buried himself inside her.

Mandy's tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard as diamonds, begging for attention. Y/N leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, biting and sucking until she arched her back with a cry of pleasure. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon.

"Yeah, baby," he grunted, his hips pistoning into hers, "you like that?"

Mandy's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. "Oh, fuck yeah, I do," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop."

Her words spurred him on, and he switched his attention to her other breast, giving it the same rough treatment as he continued to fuck her mercilessly. Mandy's fingers curled in his hair, holding him to her as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He could feel her walls tightening, her muscles clenching around him as she approached the edge.

"Fuck, Mandy," he murmured against her skin, "you're so goddamn tight."

Her eyes rolled back, and she gasped for breath. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice barely a whimper. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna... "

And then she did. Mandy's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her body and leaving her trembling in its wake. Her pussy clamped down around him, pulsing and contracting, sending waves of pleasure through Y/N that made his toes curl. He felt her nails dig even deeper into his back, her legs shaking with the force of it.

But Y/N wasn't done yet. He pulled out of her, Mandy's pussy gaping and wet, and she whimpered in protest, her eyes still squeezed shut. He smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. "Turn over," he ordered, his voice gruff with need.

Mandy obeyed, rolling onto her stomach, her ass in the air. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back until her cheeks were spread and he could see the tight little bud of her asshole. He licked his lips, his eyes glazed with lust. "You want me to fuck you here?"

"Yes," Mandy panted, pushing back against him, eager for more. "Please, Y/N."

Her body still trembled from her intense climax, but she was insatiable. Y/N's cock was thick and hard, a delicious pressure against her ass. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. He coated his cock and her asshole, taking his time to make sure she was ready. Mandy could feel the cool liquid run down her crack, making her even more excited.

"Relax, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he gently pushed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. She took a deep breath and pushed back, and he slid in an inch, making them both gasp.

Mandy's body tightened around him, the sensation overwhelming. She felt a brief flash of pain, but it was quickly overtaken by the burning desire that had taken over. Y/N was slow and deliberate, pushing in deeper and deeper until he was all the way in. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice muffled by the pillow. "It's so... "

He didn't wait for her to finish. He knew exactly what she was trying to say. He felt it too, the tightness of her ass around his cock, the way her pussy was still pulsing around his fingers. He pulled out of her ass just long enough to flip her over, her legs still in the air, and slammed back into her, his eyes locked on hers. Mandy's moan turned into a scream, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She was so close, so fucking close.

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder, her cries of pleasure urging him on. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her chest heaving as she took in deep, ragged breaths. He could feel her tightening around him again, her pussy contracting in time with his thrusts. He pushed another finger inside her, curling it just right to hit her g-spot, and she screamed, her body convulsing as she came.

Mandy's orgasm seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure rolling through her body as Y/N continued to fuck her ass. She was lost in sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. She felt herself clench around his cock, her body milking him, begging for his cum. "Oh, god, baby," she panted, her voice hoarse, "I'm gonna... "

Her words were cut off by another moan as Y/N added another finger to her pussy, pressing down on her g-spot with just the right amount of pressure. She could feel her orgasm building again, a second peak rising above the first. "Fuck, Mandy," he groaned, his voice strained with effort, "you're so tight."

He stopped abruptly, pulling out of her ass with a wet pop. Mandy whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure. Before she could protest, he rolled her over onto her back, her legs still in the air, and slammed his cock into her mouth. She took him eagerly, her eyes watering as he filled her completely. His taste was musky and salty, a stark contrast to the sweetness of her own juices.

Y/N groaned, his grip tight on the back of her head as he began to fuck her face. He was relentless, pushing in deep until she couldn't breathe, then pulling out just enough to let her gasp for air before plunging back in. Mandy's eyes rolled back in her head, her throat stretching around his thick shaft. She could feel the head of his cock hit the back of her throat with each thrust, and she swallowed reflexively, taking him deeper still.

Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and he couldn't get enough. He'd never seen Mandy look so beautiful—so wild and wanton. Her makeup was smeared, her hair a mess, and she was drooling around his cock, but to him, she was perfection. He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building as she moaned around him.

But Y/N wasn't quite ready to let go yet. He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her panting and desperate. He leaned down to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips, her tongue darting out to lick away the remnants. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Mandy's legs dropped to the bed, and she reached down to guide his still-hard cock back to her soaking wet pussy. "Fuck me, Y/N," she begged, her voice needy and raw. "Make me come again."

Y/N didn't need any more encouragement. He slid back into her, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping him once more making his eyes roll back in his head. He went slow, savoring the way she stretched around him, her inner muscles fluttering with each inch he pushed in. Mandy's breath hitched, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt herself filling up. She was so sensitive now, every sensation magnified.

Her nails scraped against the bedsheets, her body arching as he began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm. Her pussy was so wet, it made a sloppy sound with each thrust. He leaned over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his mouth finding her neck. He bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasped, her body responding with another spasm of pleasure.

Mandy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into the small of his back. Her walls clenched around him, trying to keep him from pulling out, trying to hold him there forever. The sensation was overwhelming, her orgasm building like a crescendo.

Y/N watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open, the way her chest heaved with each breath. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around him, her cries growing more desperate. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're gonna come for me again, aren't you, Mandy?"

Her only response was a nod, her eyes flying open to meet his, a silent plea for release. He knew that look—it was the same one she had when she was begging for it in bed, when she was so close she couldn't speak. So he gave it to her, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as he picked up the pace. Mandy's back arched off the bed, her hips bucking up to meet him.

He could feel the tension in her body, the tightness of her pussy as she approached her climax. Her breaths grew shallower, her moans louder. Y/N's own orgasm was building, a pressure at the base of his spine, but he held it at bay, focused on her. He wanted to watch her come apart, to see the moment when she lost control completely.

Mandy's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh. Y/N could feel her pussy clench around him, and he knew she was close. He sped up his thrusts, his thumb moving faster over her clit, pressing harder with each pass. She was so close, so fucking close.

He leaned down, his teeth scraping along her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. "Come for me, Mandy," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Mandy's body responded to his command, her muscles tightening around him as she climbed higher and higher. Her eyes locked onto his, her pupils blown wide with lust. And then she was there, her orgasm tearing through her like a hurricane. She screamed his name, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Y/N groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest and into hers. He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, her warmth enveloping his cock like a fist.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled almost all the way out of her, her walls clinging to him like they never wanted to let go. And then, with agonizing precision, he pushed back in, filling her up once more. The sensation was exquisite—like sliding into a warm, wet glove made just for him. He set a steady, languid rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Mandy's breath hitched with every movement, her eyes still glazed over with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to watch her come again, to feel her ass clench around him as she lost herself in pleasure.

So he pulled out of her pussy and lined up his cock with her tight, little asshole. He pushed in slowly, watching her face for any sign of pain. But all he saw was ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head as he stretched her open. He pushed in deeper, filling her up completely.

Mandy's body shuddered as he began to fuck her ass, her moans muffled by the pillow she'd shoved into her mouth to keep from screaming too loud. He was rough, his hips slamming into her, his cock plunging in and out with an intensity that bordered on punishing. But she liked it—loved it even. She liked the way it made her feel, the way it made her body react.

Her eyes watered with every thrust, the pain and pleasure blending into a delicious cocktail that had her begging for more. She could feel the burn, the stretch of her ass around his thick cock, but it only served to make her wetter, her pussy dripping onto the bed.

Y/N's breathing grew heavy, his movements more erratic, and Mandy knew he was close. The head of his cock nudged against her g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She could feel him swell inside her, his muscles tensing. And then it happened. He came, filling her ass with his hot, sticky cum.

For a moment, everything stopped. Y/N's body went rigid, his cock buried deep inside her as he emptied himself. Then, he pulled out, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. "Mandy, I'm sorry," he panted, his eyes wide with concern. "I didn't mean to do that."

Mandy rolled onto her side, her cheeks flushed, and reached out to cup his cheek. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice soothing. "It's what I wanted, baby."

Y/N looked at her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. But all he saw was truth, her desire mirrored in the dark pools of her eyes. He swallowed hard, his chest still heaving from the intensity of his orgasm. He'd never felt anything like that before—the way her body had tightened around him, the way she'd moaned and begged for it.

Mandy leaned up on her elbow, her t-shirt riding up to expose the smooth curve of her stomach. She reached out a hand to stroke his chest, her fingers dancing over his nipples. "You don't have to be sorry," she whispered, her voice like a caress. "I liked it. You liked it."

Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin. "You know, Y/N," she began, "I've always had a thing for animals." She traced a finger down the line of his abs, her touch feather-light. "Especially the wild ones. They're so... unpredictable."

Y/N felt his cheeks flush, and his heart stuttered in his chest. He knew what she was referring to—his unbridled passion, the way he'd taken her so fiercely moments ago. "Mandy, I—"

But she didn't let him finish. She leaned in, pressing her mouth to his in a deep, slow kiss that made his toes curl. Her tongue slipped between his lips, tangling with his own, and he couldn't help but moan into her mouth. Her taste was still on him—sweet and musky, a heady combination that made him want more.

When she pulled back, her eyes were bright with mischief. "You know what, Y/N?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I think it's about time you took me out on a real date."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice still thick with lust.

Mandy sat up, her smile wicked. "I mean, you've seen how wild I can be in bed. I want to see how you handle me out in the real world." She slid off the bed, her naked body a work of art in the dim light of their messy room. She stood before him, confidence oozing from every pore, and it was all he could do not to reach out and pull her back down.

"But first," she said, sauntering over to the dresser, "you need to get dressed." She pulled out a red lace lingerie set from the drawer, tossing it to him. "This is what you're going to wear under your clothes tonight."

Y/N caught the lingerie with a confused look. "What? Why?"

Mandy turned, her smile wicked. "Because, baby," she purred, "tonight is going to be a night to remember. And I want you to have a little piece of me with you, keeping you on your toes all night long."

Y/N looked down at the lingerie in his hand, his mind racing. He'd never worn anything like this before—it was all lace and ribbons and sex appeal. But the thought of Mandy watching him put it on, knowing that he'd have it on under his clothes, made his cock twitch. He felt a thrill of excitement mingle with the lingering pleasure from their intense encounter.

He stood, his legs wobbly from the aftermath of their lovemaking. He pulled on the lingerie, feeling the soft material caress his skin. It was surprisingly comfortable, and the way it hugged his body made him feel more powerful, more in control than he ever had. He couldn't help but wonder what Mandy had planned for their night out.

Mandy watched him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She had something up her sleeve, something that would push them both to their limits. She knew Y/N was a good guy, but she craved the thrill of the chase, the danger of the unknown. And she had a feeling that tonight, she'd get exactly what she wanted.

Once dressed, they stepped out into the cool evening air. The night was alive with the sounds of distant traffic and the occasional laughter from passing groups of people. Mandy took his hand, leading him down the street, her heels clicking against the pavement. She had picked out an outfit for him that was casual yet sophisticated—black slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a leather jacket. He looked like a million bucks, and she couldn't wait to show him off.

The restaurant she chose was a hole-in-the-wall place, the kind of place where the food was greasy and the drinks were strong. It was her favorite spot in the city, a place where she could be herself without the fear of judgment. She led him to a booth in the back, her hips swaying with each step. The other patrons couldn't help but stare, their eyes drawn to the couple that exuded raw sexual energy.

As they sat down, Mandy's hand found its way under the table, sliding up his thigh to rest on the bulge in his pants. Y/N gasped, his eyes shooting to hers. She smirked, her gaze filled with a promise of what was to come.

The waitress approached, her eyes lingering a little too long on the two of them. Mandy could sense the jealousy radiating off her in waves, and it only made her grin wider. She ordered a bottle of their most expensive wine, her voice low and seductive. Y/N nodded in agreement, his heart racing.

Throughout dinner, Mandy's hand never left his crotch, her fingers playing with the fabric of his underwear. Every time she squeezed, he felt himself getting harder, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. He knew he wouldn't last much longer—he could feel his orgasm building like a storm in his gut.

And when it finally came, it was explosive. He moaned into his napkin, trying to keep his voice down, as he spilled into the lingerie she'd given him. Mandy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched him, her own arousal clear in the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

The tension between them was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. They knew that the night had only just begun, that there were more boundaries to be pushed, more secrets to be shared. But for now, as they sat in the dimly lit booth, they were content to bask in the glow of their shared desire, their bodies still humming from the electricity that arced between them.

The waitress brought the check, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in Y/N's pants before she left them in peace. Mandy leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Ready for dessert?" she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.

Y/N nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Always."

The night was still young, and so was their appetite for each other.

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Gunpowder Hearts & Shrapnel Promises

Because loving Jinx was always going to hurt — and you never once tried to stop her chaos. Here’s a chaotic hurt/comfort Jinx x male reader one-shot for my mutuals and anyone who craves a little gunpowder and tenderness. Full of angst, grit, and messy affection. Hope you enjoy!

Gunpowder Hearts & Shrapnel Promises Pairing: Jinx x Male!Reader Rating: T (canon-typical violence, blood, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional intensity) Summary: Loving Jinx was like holding fire in your hands. Tonight, you both get burned.

The night smelled like gunpowder and rain.

A sickly perfume that curled in your lungs as you stumbled through the alleyways of Zaun, one hand clamped over a bleeding gash in your side, the other clutching tight to the weight of your pistol. Not that it would do you much good now. Too many enforcers. Too many blue flashes in the distance. Too much noise in your skull.

You could still hear the echoes of her laugh — manic, sharp as a blade being pulled from its sheath.

“Boom, baby!” The explosion had taken out half the building, but you’d been a beat too slow getting clear of the blast radius. Typical. She never warned you, never spared you from her chaos. But you were addicted to it anyway.

"Hey, hey, hey—"

Her voice snapped into your awareness like lightning splitting the sky. Jinx dropped down from somewhere above, boots skidding on wet metal as she landed hard in front of you. Her bright blue hair swung over her shoulder, sticking to her cheek in soaked strands, eyes wide and wild in the dim light. She was breathing hard, chest heaving, sparks from the wreckage flickering behind her like stars.

"You’re bleedin’," she said, way too loud. There was a grin on her lips, but her eyes — her eyes betrayed her. They darted over your wound, panic swimming just beneath the surface of her usual mania. "You’re really bleedin’. Like, wow. Impressive, but not in the fun way."

"Jinx," you rasped, vision swimming. Your knees buckled, but before you could crash to the ground, she caught you — surprisingly strong arms wrapping around your waist, hauling you close like you weighed nothing at all. You felt the tremor in her fingers.

"Don’t you dare die on me," she growled, and it wasn’t playful. Not this time. Her smile faltered, peeling back to reveal the raw fear gnawing at the edges of her bravado. "No. Nope. I refuse. Not tonight."

Her gaze flicked left, then right — calculating. The scatterbrained mess of thoughts in her head momentarily sharpened into razor focus, and it was both terrifying and beautiful to watch. She hoisted you over her shoulder like a ragdoll, ignoring your groan of pain.

"Okay, okay, okay," she muttered under her breath like a mantra, carrying you through the labyrinth of scrap and smoke. "Just you wait, sugarplum. Gonna patch you up good as new. Maybe add some cool scars. Chicks love scars, right? Wait—I love scars." A nervous, jittery laugh punched out of her chest.

"Doll," you rasped, your voice rough like torn sandpaper. "You’ve done worse to me on date night."

That earned you a sharp, breathless laugh that cracked like glass. "Shut up, you idiot," she choked out, but her fingers were already moving with frantic precision, grabbing bandages, grabbing wire, grabbing anything.

"You’re not allowed to die," she whispered hoarsely, her voice raw like she'd swallowed ash. "You’re mine. Mine. And I don’t break my toys until I’m good and ready."

You managed the ghost of a smile. Reached up, shaky fingers brushing over her cheek, feeling the dampness there even though she’d pretended it wasn’t real.

"I’m not a toy," you murmured, the words weak but laced with fondness. "I’m your partner in crime, remember?"

Her lips trembled. Her grin crumbled entirely. In that moment, beneath all the gunpowder smoke and splintered steel, she wasn’t the infamous Jinx. She wasn’t the terrorist of Zaun. She wasn’t the powder keg waiting to blow.

She was just a girl — a girl afraid of losing the one person crazy enough to love her as she was.

"Yeah," she whispered, her forehead pressing against yours, her breath warm and ragged. "Yeah, you are. My partner. My idiot."

And then, quieter: "Please. Stay."

Your eyes fluttered closed, but not from the pull of unconsciousness this time — from the fragile comfort of her plea. You forced your lips to curve, just for her.

"Always, Jinx. Always."

She exhaled like she'd been holding her breath for hours, and for the first time all night, you felt her steady.

Maybe you were both broken things — twisted metal and frayed wires. But in this moment, tangled in chaos and soot, she held you together like she was the only thing keeping you from shattering.

And maybe she was.

If you liked this one, reblogs are super appreciated! It helps me keep sharing chaos and comfort Requests are open for more Arcane x Reader if you’re feeling dangerous Stay wild, stay wicked — WordWoven “Boom, baby!” — Jinx

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Jules vaughn x male!reader

Warnings:Smut! Reader(reciving), protected sex

Y/N nervously adjusted his glasses as he waited for Jules outside the campus cafe. He had only met her once before in their Literature class, but her confident and vibrant personality had drawn him to her instantly. When she had suggested going on a date, he had eagerly agreed, despite his usual shy demeanor.

Jules arrived looking stunning, her black bob framing her face and her purple dress hugging her curves. Y/N's heart raced as he stood up to greet her. "You look amazing," he stammered.

Jules grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome." She linked her arm through his and they headed inside.

Over coffee and dessert, they chatted easily about their favorite books and authors. Jules was lively and funny, making Y/N laugh more than he had in a long time. He found himself drawn to her intelligence, passion, and charisma. She was so different from the shy, nerdy girls he usually crushed on.

As the date drew to a close, Jules turned to him with a coy smile. "Would you like to come back to my place? I have some fascinating books I think you'd enjoy."

Y/N felt his cheeks flush but nodded eagerly. He was intimidated by her boldness but also deeply aroused. As they walked to Jules' apartment, their hands brushed and Y/N shivered at the contact.

Once inside, Jules pulled him into a passionate kiss. Y/N responded clumsily at first but soon lost himself in the sensation of her soft lips and skilled tongue. She pushed him back onto the couch, straddling her lap and feeling her hardening bulge.

"Tell me what you want, baby," she purred "I want to make all your fantasies come true."

Y/N swallowed hard, desire warring with embarrassment. "I...I've never done this before," he admitted shyly.

Jules' eyes widened and then softened with understanding. She cupped his face tenderly. "That's okay, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."

She kissed him again, slowly undressing him as they made out. Y/N tentatively explored her body in return, marveling at her soft skin and perfect curves. Jules moaned encouragingly when he palmed her breasts.

Y/N gulped nervously, eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of her thick, girthy cock before she put on a condom around her thick cock before she lift Y/n a little softly pressing her head against his virgin hole.

"Oh fuck," he breathed, heart pounding as he felt her heavy shaft and head rubbing his virgin hole. He was both terrified and incredibly aroused.

"Shhh, it's okay," Jules murmured, stroking his hair soothingly. "I'm going to be gentle, I promise. We'll take this nice and slow."

She moves up to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip. At the same time, she reached back to rub her cock between his ass cheeks, coating herself in some lubes and Y/n hole with lube too. He gasped into her mouth, muscles clenching involuntarily.

"That's it, baby," Jules cooed. "Just relax. Let me in."

Slowly, carefully, she pressed the tip of her cock against his fluttering hole. Y/N whimpered but didn't resist as she began to push inside. It burned as his virgin hole stretched around her thick girth but it was a delicious kind of pain.

"You're doing so well," Jules praised, bottoming out with a groan. She stayed still, letting him adjust to the intrusion. "God, you're so tight. Feels incredible."

Y/N took deep breaths, trying to relax into the sensation. The fullness was intense but also deeply satisfying in a way he couldn't quite explain. After a moment, he nodded at Jules. "I'm okay. You can move now."

Jules smiled tenderly at him and began to withdraw slowly. Y/N gasped at the drag of her cock against his inner walls. Then she was pushing back in, setting up a gentle rhythm that had him moaning softly.

"Ohhh fuck," Y/N whined, fingers digging into Jules' hips. "It feels...so good. Never knew anything could feel this good."

Jules laughed breathlessly, picking up speed. "Mmm, I love breaking in tight little virgin boys like you. Ruining your holes for anyone else."

She fucked into him harder, swaping positions and she gets on top of him while Y/n lays on his back, making the couch creak beneath them. Y/N could only hold on for dear life, letting her use his body for her pleasure. He had never felt so vulnerable yet so deliciously owned.

Jules shifted angles and Y/N saw stars as her cock dragged over his prostate. "Aaah! There! Oh god, right there!" he babbled incoherently, bucking up into her.

"You like that, baby? Like when I nail your sweet little prostate?" Jules growled, pounding into him relentlessly now. Y/N could only nod dumbly, lost in ecstasy.

"Gonna...gonna cum," he choked out warningly. He had never cum hands free before and he wasn't sure what to expect.

"Go on then," Jules commanded breathlessly. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my cock wrecking your boy pussy."

Y/N threw his head back with a ragged cry, body seizing up as he spurted pearly ropes of cum between them. It was the most intense orgasm of his life, white hot pleasure short-circuiting his brain.

Jules groaned, drilling into him harder as she chased her own release. With one final brutal thrust, she buried herself deep and came with a guttural moan. Y/N could feel the heat of her seed filling him up.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting heap. Y/N's whole body felt boneless and utterly spent in the best way. Jules nuzzled into his neck with a satisfied hum.

"That was incredible," she murmured. "You did so good for your first time, baby. I'm proud of you." She says as she softly gets out of him and throw the condom to the bin, before going back to the couch and grabbing Y/n in bridal style carrying him to the bed as Y/n arms wrapped around her neck before he felt soft mattress on his back and jules body cuddling beside him.

Y/N felt his heart swelling with affection. "I couldn't have done it without you," he admitted shyly. "Thank you for being so gentle and patient with me."

Jules kissed him deeply. "I'll always take good care of you," she promised. "This is just the beginning of our adventures together."

Y/N grinned, already feeling his cock stirring again at the thought of all the filthy things she might do to him next. It was going to be one hell of a ride...

[grown-ishthings]

I’m just gonna leave this here.

[angels-hideaway]

Thinking about…

Controversially older Caitlyn who met you when she was thirty eight and you were twenty two. That’s a sixteen year age gap, but for some reason, the both of you were into it. She was the wealthy owner of a luxury empire which included fragrances, jewelry, clothes, and bags. You were a waitress at one of her favorite restaurants.

Controversially older Caitlyn who didn’t ask you out at first. She used to request that you be her waitress every time she came to the restaurant you worked at. It caused gossip among your coworkers so many times. 

“Ms. Kiramman is here again! This is like, the tenth time this month! I bet she’s going to ask for you again.” 

One of your coworkers teased. Sure enough, she requested you again.

Controversially older Caitlyn who finally asked you for a date on her twelve visit to the restaurant for the month. You were bringing her the check at the end of her meal, and she suddenly placed her hand on yours. “I meant to ask, are you free anytime soon? I’ve had my eye on you for some time now.” You were a little surprised given how much older than you she was, but who were you to refuse a date with one of the richest women ever?

Controversially older Caitlyn who is annoyed by the gossip magazines and paparazzi. Always another article on “Cougar Kiramman” Or “Cradle-Robber Caitlyn.” She knew her tastes were unconventional, but didn’t like to sensationalize things, even if the age gap was a turn on for her. Whenever she sees you reading the articles, she snatches them away with a scowl. “Don’t pay attention to that garbage. They don’t know anything about us.”

Controversially older Caitlyn who wants to provide you with everything. She buys you clothes, pays your bills, and even asks  you move into her high rise massive apartment in New York. She was a giver in every sense of the word. 

Controversially older Caitlyn who saw you as her sanctuary. She loved that you stayed home, and fully bought into your new position as her housewife. She loved buying you cute home making things like frilly aprons, cute household appliances, and everything if it made you smile. She loved coming home to you and letting you wash the exhaustion of the outside world away.

Controversially older Caitlyn who hates asking you for help. She likes to feel like she’s the leader. She’s the wise older one who gets to dote on you, but if she really does need your help, she’ll always accept it.

Controversially older Caitlyn who treats you like a teddy bear in bed. Whenever she gets home late from work, her arms wrap around you and pull you close to her. She’ll kiss your cheeks and tells you she loves you before falling asleep with you nestled in her arms.

Controversially older Caitlyn who enjoys teaching you about all sorts of things. She flaunts her life experience. She introduced you to expensive kinds of alcohol, and let you smoke one of her prized cigars from Cuba.

Controversially older Caitlyn who loves taking you on expensive vacations. Whether it be her yacht in the Bahamas for the summer, or a ski resort in Switzerland, she’s always on top of planning, and paying for the whole thing.

Controversially older Caitlyn who enjoys the age gap. She likes how much younger you are by comparison. The power dynamic gives her a rush she wasn’t able to achieve with other partners of a more acceptable age. 

Nsfw 

Controversially older Caitlyn who lives for teaching you all sorts of filthy things. Every first she takes is more exhilarating than the last. She loves seeing you react to something you’ve never experienced before, whether it be bondage, anal, role playing, toys, she loves it. “You’ve never done this before have you? Don’t worry baby…I’ll take care of you.” She enjoys giving you aphrodisiacs and watching how your body reacts to her ministrations when your sensitivity is heightened.

Controversially older Caitlyn who has a mommy kink. Just hearing that word from your lips makes her increase her efforts tenfold to make you come. “Again.” She rasps against yours throat, hips slamming into your thighs as her strap bruises your cervix. “Say it again.” She demanded, but you could barely breathe from just how intense everything was. “M-mommy…” you managed to get out between some gasps and moans. “Fuck…you belong to me. Do you hear me?” 

Controversially older Caitlyn who loves dressing you up in the softest, most beautiful lingerie. Surprisingly, she prefers to keep it on when she inevitably fucks you in it. Caitlyn loves seeing you adorned in her money.

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Streamer Vi! X F!reader

Warnings:Mommy calling, fingering, strap on, sitting on lap, missionary,

The city lights flickered through the window, casting a warm glow on the apartment's worn but inviting interior. Y/N stepped in, the door clicking shut behind them, the familiar creak of the floorboards a comforting sound after the busy day at work. They kicked off their shoes, the soles of their feet sinking into the plush carpet. The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of Violet's stream coming from the living room.

Y/N made their way to the doorway, peeking in to see Violet, her vibrant red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she engaged with her chat. She was in the middle of a playful banter, her voice a melody that filled the room.

'Oh, come on, you guys, I'm not that easy to tame!' she teased, her fingers dancing over her keyboard. Y/N couldn't help but smile, feeling a mix of exhaustion and arousal. The sight of Violet, so full of life and energy, was always a balm to Y/N's weary soul. They leaned against the doorframe, watching her, their eyes tracing the curve of her back, the way her shirt hugged her waist. Violet's laughter filled the room, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through them, a longing that went beyond the physical. They wanted to be a part of that laughter, to share in that joy. But for now, they contented themselves with watching, with feeling the slow build of desire.

'Alright, chat, I think that's all for tonight!' Violet announced, her voice taking on a playful lilt. 'Remember, I'll be back tomorrow, ready to tame you all again!' The chat erupted in cheers, and Violet laughed, her eyes scanning the screen one last time before she leaned back in her chair, her gaze finally landing on Y/N. 'Hey, you,' she said, her voice softening. 'You're just in time for the best part.' Y/N pushed off from the doorframe, their heart pounding in their chest. They knew what Violet meant, and they couldn't wait to see what the night had in store.

Y/N softly walked inside the room, their footsteps sounding softly on the wooden floor as they approached Violet. They could feel the heat radiating from her, a warmth that was both comforting and arousing. Y/N sat down on Violet's lap, feeling the softness of her thighs beneath them. Violet's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, pulling them closer, and Y/N could feel the hard line of Violet's belt pressing against their thigh. They ground against her, feeling the slow, delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through their body.

"Is that a gun what I feel?" Y/N asked, a playful grin spreading across their face as they ground onto the strap inside Violet's pants. They could feel the dampness of their own panties and pants, the heat building between their legs. Violet laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

"Maybe," Violet replied, her voice a husky whisper. "But it's not the only thing you'll be feeling tonight."

Y/N leaned in, their lips brushing against Violet's ear. "And what else will I be feeling?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Violet's hands moved to Y/N's hips, guiding them as they continued to grind against her. "You'll feel my hands on your skin, my mouth on yours," she said, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "You'll feel my body against yours, our hearts beating as one."

Y/N's breath hitched, their body aching with need. They could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling like a spring. Violet's hands moved to Y/N's back, unbuttoning their shirt, her fingers tracing the line of their spine. Y/N shivered, their body arching into Violet's touch.

Violet's lips found Y/N's, a soft, gentle kiss that quickly deepened into something more passionate. Y/N's hands moved to Violet's hair, tangling in the soft strands as they kissed, their bodies pressing together. Violet's hands moved to Y/N's pants, unbuttoning them, her fingers dipping inside to touch the dampness between Y/N's legs.

Y/N gasped, their body shuddering at the touch. Violet's fingers moved expertly, stroking and teasing, bringing Y/N to the edge of pleasure. Y/N's hips moved in rhythm with Violet's fingers, their body aching for release.

"Violet," Y/N gasped, their voice barely a whisper. "Please."

Violet's fingers moved faster, her thumb circling Y/N's clit. Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm building, their body aching for release. They could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling like a spring.

"Come for me, Y/N," Violet whispered, her voice a husky command. "Let go."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm crashing over them. They cried out, their body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over them. Violet's fingers continued to stroke them, drawing out their orgasm, their body milking every last drop of pleasure.

Y/N's body collapsed against Violet, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Violet's arms wrapped around them, holding them close. Y/N could feel the beat of Violet's heart, their own heart matching the rhythm.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, their voice barely a whisper.

Violet smiled, her fingers tracing the line of Y/N's jaw. "Anytime, love," she said, her voice soft. "Anytime."

Y/N looked into Violet's eyes, seeing the love and affection reflected back at them. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to explore, so much more to discover. But for now, they were content to just be in Violet's arms, to feel the love and affection that radiated from her.

As the night wore on, Y/N and Violet continued to explore each other's bodies, their love and desire growing with each touch, each kiss. They knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to come. But for now, they were content to just be in each other's arms, to feel the love and affection that radiated from each other.

Y/N's heart pounded as they approached Violet, their eyes locked onto hers. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the room filled with the soft hum of Violet's computer, the only sound besides their ragged breaths. Violet's eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curved into a playful smile. "You're just in time for the best part," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.

Y/N's hands trembled as they reached out, tracing the curve of Violet's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. Violet leaned into their touch, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. "I've been thinking about you all day," Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "About what it would feel like to have you again."

Violet's smile deepened, her hand reaching up to cup Y/N's chin. "I've been thinking about you too," she said, her thumb tracing their lower lip. "And I have something special planned for tonight."

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes flicking to the side. Y/N followed her gaze, their eyes widening as they saw the strap-on dildo lying on the table, its purple silicone glistening under the soft light. "Is that...?" Y/N asked, their voice trailing off.

Violet nodded, her smile turning wicked. "I thought it was time we tried something new," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "Something that would make you feel...cherished."

Y/N's breath hitched, their body responding to the sight of the dildo, their desire building. Violet stood up, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked towards them. She reached up, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair, pulling their head down for a kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, their tongues dancing together, their breaths mingling.

Violet broke away, her eyes dark with desire. "Get on the bed," she commanded, her voice firm. Y/N obeyed, their body tingling with excitement as they lay down on the bed, their eyes never leaving Violet's. She walked over to the table, her hips swaying, her ass accentuated by the tight skirt she wore. She picked up the dildo, her fingers wrapping around the base, her eyes locked onto Y/N's.

She walked back to the bed, her heels clicking against the floor, her hips swaying. She climbed onto the bed, her knees straddling Y/N's hips, her hands on either side of their head. "I want you to call me Mommy," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "While I fuck you with this, I want you to call me Mommy."

Y/N's breath hitched, their body responding to Violet's words, their desire building. "Yes, Mommy," they whispered, their voice filled with need.

Violet smiled, her fingers wrapping around the dildo, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. She positioned herself, the head of the dildo pressing against Y/N's entrance. She pushed in slowly, her eyes never leaving Y/N's, her breath coming in soft pants. "That's it," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Take it all, Mommy's little slut."

Y/N moaned, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their body stretching to accommodate the dildo. Violet moved slowly at first, her hips rocking gently, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "You feel so good, Mommy," Y/N moaned, their voice filled with pleasure. "So tight and full."

Violet smiled, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in soft pants. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Take it all. Take it like a good little slut."

Y/N moaned, their body moving in rhythm with Violet's, their hips lifting to meet her thrusts. "Yes, Mommy," they moaned, their voice filled with pleasure. "I'm your little slut. Your good little slut."

Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm building, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. "Yes, Mommy," they moaned, their voice filled with pleasure. "I'm coming. I'm coming for you."

Their body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Come for me. Come for Mommy."

Y/N's body tensed, their orgasm hitting them hard, their body shaking as they came, their body arching as Violet pushed in deeper, their hips moving in rhythm with hers. Violet's hips moved faster, her breath coming in soft pants, her eyes locked onto Y/N's. "That's it, Mommy's little slut," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

[viilovers]

Warnings: Vi x Freader! (I wanted to make one for the woman out there too!) Strap on! Sub freader! X dom pit figther vi!, eating out ¡Vi pov!

You knew Vi since you were kids..you always felt something for her...her charismatic smile, how her eyes ligth up when she teaches you the moves vander showed her, how she laughs with mylo, claggor and the others, her phisic and....well bassicly everything about her.

You where walking down to benzo's not knowing that the only person in there was Vi wrapping her hands on the bandage's she usually wears....since she wanted to figth for zaun when you open the door and see Vi pink hair as she wraps her fingers and looks up confused as she watches your form walking in "W-What are you doing here?" Vi ask as she walks closer to you even if you two where the same age but months differents she was a little taller than you "I was gonna buy somethings from benzo...what are YOU doing here?" You ask as you look up at her and she puts her hands on your hips "You have to go...now" She says serious...more serious than you ever see her (at least when she isn't around enforcers.)

"What..why?" You ask confused as she was ligthly pushing you trying to get you off the store "Come on, cupcake" She says as she looks at you worried making you frown "What are you doing, Vi?" You ask as you look at her seeing that behind her eyes she had hidden intentions before you two hears steps and then the door opening Vi push you behind her trying to cover you as you two watched Vander and benzo walking in "Vander?" VI asks as she looks at him and Vander hugs her before breaking it "You have a good heart...always remember that" Vander tells her as Benzo looks out the store "They're coming!" He yells as he watches two enforcers coming towards them and then all it's blood.

I let out a yell as i woke up sweety and breathless from the nigthmare before looking around my messy apartment and see empty bottles on the floor and i groan realizing it was just a nigthmare i slam myself on the bed before getting up stumbling around the room before I grab my leather jacket and put it on streaching my body preparing my body to recive hits as i walk out of my apartment i notice the kiraman flag on around the city making me remind all the memories i try to keep off by alchohol or figthing as i walk around the city towards the pit people could look at me and think im angry or something but in reality in my mind there was a lot of memories fyling by and one of them there was....you.....the girl i thougth that die but didn't i chuckle at the memorie when the two of us meet again.

"you ugly or just shy?" I ask as i look at a person wearing a bird's mask before they take it off and my eyes widen looking at the person behind "....Y/N" I say breathless as i get up trying to hug you but couldn't thanks to the handcuffs "you looking good...for a dead person" Your words makes me chuckle "You know i can't die, cupcake~" I say with a smile looking at you.

Back to reality i was in front of the pit i open the door and walk in instantly after walking in i was getting looked with fear, admiration and jealousy as i walk towards the locker room where i usually change to the big nigth...i heard my name begin called out as i walk out and the ligths hit my face and i look at my oponent it was the same guy i break the jaw twice i heard the ding and throw a punch on his face making him stumble and then an uppercut as a crack sound could be hear making me smirk as i knew i break his jaw again before he falls face to the floor and i walk out of the ring before i went to grab the money.

And walk towards my house i notice the door a little opened i frown as i walk inside my guard at max as i walk the small hallway and notice a familiar back cleaning the apartment "Y/N?" I ask looking at the back as you turn around with a smile "Hey Vi...you are hard to detect" You say as i shurg "That was the intention" I say as i walk closer to you "What are you doing here, cupcake?" I ask looking in your eyes as my hand was on your cheek as you lean in "I missed you" Your sincerity took me by suprise as i smile "I missed you too, cupcake" I admit as my heart was bouncing in my chest like a drum as our breaths mixed with eachother as we stare at eachother eyes.

I lean in and take your lips in mines with a smile my hands sliding down to your hips as your wrap around my neck and i lift you into the messy kitchen kissing your neck as you moan and whine and i kiss down your body taking off your pants to the floor with the panties as i kiss your hips and my hands open your thighs with a grip on them i kneel as i look in your eyes with a smile kissing your thighs softly before licking your pussy and hear you moan softly and gasp feeling a hand on top of my hair gripping it softly as i start kissing your pussy lips holding them open starting to lick them before focusing the clit kissing and sucking softly as i hear your soft moans and gasp.

One thigh was on my shoulder as i hold the other with my free hand as i keep eating you "Fuck you are sweet baby...like a cupcake" I say with a smirk as i look up at you and see your pleasured face "Shut it" You say as i giggle before keeping eating you out before i felt your thighs clench against my face and hand as you cum hard on my face "Fuck you taste good baby" I say getting up and kissing your lips with a smile as you taste yourself on my lips.

I pulled you close to me, our breath mingling as I held you against me, intoxicated by what we had shared. “And now,” I smirked, leaning close, resting my forehead against yours "I'm gonna fuck that tigth little pussy of yours" I say kissing your lips faster as i walk to the wardrobe "let me grab the strap, baby girl~" I say kissing your neck as you whine in the place before i move and open a locker and take out a pink long strap on before locking it on my hips and walk towards you with a smirk as i see your hands teasing your pussy.

I grab your hands pushing them up your head as my strap teases your cock "You want it, baby girl?" I say as my breath hit your neck and you whine "I...I need it, Vi, please" You beg as i kiss your neck "that's a good girl" I say as i push the strap inside your pussy and moan as you whine and i feel your nails digging into my shoulder "Fuck! Vi!" You moan as i move my hands grabbing your hips faster keeping you steady as my hips meet yours.

"Thats my good girl, moan no one will hear baby" I whisper in your ear as my hands where on your hips and i keep fucking you hearing your pretty noises and whines and you steady but fast gasps "You close baby?" I ask as my breath hit your neck and i kiss your lips as you nod eager to cum "Come on, cupcake~ cum for me" I say as i slap your firm but nice ass and then i feel your body shaking as you cum deep on the strap "That's it, sweetheart let it all out baby" I say kissing your lips as you gasp and shake a little after that i grab you in bride style as i carry you to the bed with a smile as we cuddle and drift to sleep...together.

(Sooo...ahm this is embarrased cause i notice i had a big! Error i had did the story just like this one but it didn't save i didn't notice and send it thinking it was all but it was only the final so sorry about it!)

[superrangerrift]

The love we missed

Violet (VI) x trans! Reader

Warnings: mentions of ab#se and r*p*

You and Violet have meet on prison since you were cell mates and she was kinda your protector...you had a rough childhood since your feminine body and features everyone maked fun of you...punched you to try and 'man you up' but still you were the same girl? It was confusing times and after a bad fight that get with two that were punched killed...you were put in stillwater for years...those years were hell man and girls making fun of you...throwing your food away....using you in your cell and leaving you all naked and beaten up with blood on your face your hair the worst, broken nose and lips all that finished when VI was sent to stillwater and for your luck was sent to your cell the day she walked into your cell she watched you clinch clearly traumatized and looking at her with predatory eyes and scared ones

"I didn't knew I would have a cellmate" Her deep and soft voice says looking in your eyes and sitting on the shity bed made of blocks and letting out a soft chuckle "You aren't a talker,hmm?" She ask as she sighs and look up the ceeling as she watches how you never left your eyes of her and watching her moviments carefully

The next day in the lunch time you walked first and Vi noticed how weird you moved but didn't give it a second thougth before she sits on a table all alone lost in thougths when she heard a loud bump and watched that you were on the floor and the food all over your clothes before a man laughs and step on your back as you groan and felt a kick on your stomach Vi eyes widen as she gets up and throw off her own food of the food holder and hit the man straigth in the face with it before throwing a combo in his face and knocking him out of you and into the floor the moment you felt and watched Vi defending you. You decided to run into the cell and cry.

When Vi walked back into the cell she notices you on the bed with red and puffy eyes and get a little "A-are you okay?" She ask softly as she looks at you and you softly nod before putting your head on her shoulder "I'm...Y/N" You say softly as you stare at the wall "Thank you for protecting me" You say as you felt a tear on your cheek

So this is my first post I hope you all like it (open to ideas and recommendations!!)

[superrangerrift]

Friends...kind off

Jules vaughn x male reader

Warnings:Smut! Sneaky sex, riding, missionary

(Just a warning! Jules is an inch or two bigger than reader...you imagine the size!)

You let out a whimper as you felt jules menty breath on your face as her hair hit your face too...her soft hands holding your clean shaved legs open as you feel the lubricated rubber going in and out of you "Be quiet, be my good girl~" Jules whisper in your ear as you two were on the janitor room and jules dirty talk you and don't stop pressing herself into you as you try to hold your moans "Like begin my good girl~?" She ask as she fully face you and you notice a smirk on her face as you softly nod trying not to moan or whimper as she gets out of you and sit down on the chair "Ride mommy's cock" She says dominant as you gasp and softly walk towards her.

You softly get on her lap as you wrap your arms around her neck and her soft hands find its way to your hips and you slowly lift yourself as she puts her cock teasing your tight hole as you grind on it and smirk at her "What if...I just tease you? And make you cum like this?" You ask with a smile as you keep grinding before she lift her hips and push you down softly entering your hole as you let out a yelp and a moan as jules chuckles

"Wanna get us caught, hmm?" She ask as she softly started guiding you up and down onto her riding her softly...your hands were on top of her big breast for supply as you ride her the rubber hitting all the good spots and your hard cock slapping against her abs everytime you went down onto her "Like this?" You ask softly gasping and letting out some breaths as you look at her "Like that, baby girl~" she says as she moves you a little faster as she groan "Fuckk...I'm close, baby...gonna fill you" She says as she kisses you and moans before you feel her pushing you down onto her as you moan cumming on top of her stomach as you feel the rubber filling you up as she gets out off you and kisses your jaw, neck, neck bone, shoulders and sigh "Fuckk....I...I love you, Y/N"