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To make up for the angst that @read-reblog-repeat just posted that broke my heart, here is some smut that will be in the 10 bllu children book because the first chapter isn't finished but I really want to give you guys a peek.
Warning smut from here on out with trans Remus (Don't want or like, don't read simple)
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Moans full of pleasure filled the bedroom, getting higher in pitch and volume as Regulus reached down to rub Remus’ clit, continuing to thrust inside him as deep as he could go, his grip on Remus’ thighs the only reason he wasn't sliding up the bed.
Regulus couldn’t stop from groaning as Remus scratched his nails down his back, creating gorgeous pleasure pain to course through his body. Regulus bit and sucked at all the skin he could reach, paying extra attention to the spots that made Remus most vocal. He soon found himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm, groaning through harsh breaths he forced himself to pull out, so he wouldn’t cum inside. Immediately scooting down the bed, wrapping an arm around his thigh, to keep Remus in place, and starting to lick and suck at Remus’ clit, before he could whine about no stimulation, every now and then pushing his tongue inside, as he jacked himself off with his other hand.
Remus was crying with pleasure, his werewolf senses making everything all the more sensitive. He suddenly felt Regulus tense and felt more than heard the loud moan he let out as he found himself climaxing. Unintentionally edging Remus as he stopped to catch his bearings, leaving Remus to cry in frustration because of how close he had been. Regulus was quick to shush him by using his now free hand to enter two fingers, instantly finding and rubbing at his g spot. Remus was so close, so impossibly close, with Regulus sucking, licking and fingering him, but just as he was about to cum, he stopped all his movements again.
Remus was about to yell at Regulus that he wasn't in the mood for edging kind of sex today, when his ears and mind started to cooperate. The sound of tapping at the window drowned out their heavy panting. Remus looked over at the window and saw an owl, looking a little frazzled, holding a letter in its beak. ‘I swear to Merlin if you get up to get that letter and don't get me off right now. I will slap you.’ Remus gritted out, hating how desperate he was feeling, when the moment had clearly been ruined. ‘What if it’s important?’ Regulus questioned as he rubbed his hands up and down Remus’ thighs. ‘Since when has anyone, ever, sent us anything important?’ Remus panted, squirming as Regulus’ hands got extremely close to where he wanted them.
Paul Lahote x Male!FTM! Reader
Tw: Cursing, MDNI/Smut, Scarring on body (Top surgery scars that botched), insecure Reader (if you squint), Reader isn't fully transitioned, anal, mentions of stuff in the front
You have been wracking Paul's damn brain since he met you last week. He can't even function if you're around, he just has to watch you like a lost puppy, and you haven't even noticed! Sadly for him, the pack has and they don't ever hold back.
Yesterday, Paul had managed to score a date-not-date with you, camling on the beach. Paul could barely breathe when he saw you in a tight black tank top and swimshorts to match it. You were...beautiful. He's seen photos of you as a woman, and dammit he'd have you either way. Man. Woman. They. He didn't care. He could spend all day watching you, admiring you...fucking you. Dammit.
You were desperately oblivious to his looks, or at least if you did notice, you brushed them off. You and that damn half sided smile you'd send him occasionally. The fire was warm, the tent was at the side, a little closer to the woods, so yall weren't as bare to the wind and slashing sand.
"Well, I'm bored, Wolf boy. You said you'd keep me entertained." You teased, smiling and those pretty damn eyes batting at him. What he wouldn't do to make them roll back. "You wanna swim then?" He offered, voice gruff with emotions, the main being pure desire. He watched as you got up, stretching, bones popping in a few places "Well just don't stare too hard." You smirked as you slid your tank top off, you barely or never shown anyone your chest. By god he was in love. Your scarring was a soft pink to tan skin, obvious to see it was bumpy and ragged. Paul wanted to kiss and bite every part till you were saying you were pretty.
"No staring. Got it." He mumbled, watching as you went off to the water. Paul's heart raced as you called out to him, your voice both teasing and inviting. He hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to be closer to you and his need to maintain control. But the sight of you in the water, your scars shimmering in the moonlight, was too much to resist. With a strangled breath, he stood up and walked towards the water, his gaze still fixed on you. The water was cold, but he barely felt it when he stood beside you.
"You're beautiful, ya know?" He asked gently, and when you didn't respond, he kept going, "Scars, transition, every damn thing about you. You're perfect to me."
He didn't miss how your face flushed as you mumbled a quick, "You think so? Their not...ugly?" He shook his head no, reaching out a hand, his fingers gently grazing the scars on your chest, tracing their outlines with a feather-light touch. "These scars don't change how I see you," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "They just make you even more beautiful. And even more mine."
Within moments, you two were on the sand, the tent be dammed, as yall made out hungrily. He broke the kiss, trailing to your chest to kiss the botched scars and then lower. "W-wait.." You mumbled, and he stopped he'd always stop. "I don't..I'm not fully transitioned." You admitted, but he didn't care. Not one damn bit. "So? I can do either. Front or back. You're mine, nothings changing that."
His words were full of love and reassurance so you nodded and he continued. Taking your shorts and then boxers off. He nearly fucking drooled at you. Trimmed but clean, he couldn't help but swipe his tounge at your Tcock, which had you squirming. "Tell me if I need to ever stop." You heard his words but the intense pleasure that hit knocked your response away as he sucked your tcock and slid two fingers into your cunt to please you. You were coming in minutes of it, he kissed your cunt and pulled off. "Front or back, my sweet boy. What's more comfortable?"
You were too stimulated to even answer, only managing a soft moan as you turned, arching your back to present yourself. "Fuckin hell, sweetheart." Paul groaned as he wet his own hard cock that was leaking, one hand went to the base of his cock, the other to your Tcock to stroke at it while he slid in. He knew he was a big boy, a cock at 7 inches and just as thick wasn't the best for first date anal sex, but he'd get you there.
The both of you were desperate and content to jist keep fucking on the beach, but it got way too cold to quick. So now, in the tent, flap open, he was back to rutting his cock into your ass as he jerked off yours, occasionally dipping his fingers into your cunt just so it wasn't neglected.
"Close. Fuck, Paul, I'm gonna come." You whimpered out, drooling into one of his pillows he had brought. "Me too, fuck, come for me, love." He panted as he kept going, feeling the knot in his gut getting unbearably tight. As soon as you came, tightening around him, he jerked and spilled into you. He rolled his hips a few more times to ride the highs out before he pulled out, watching with content as some of his cum leaked out of your tight ass.
The two of you, too tired to get dressed jist simply cuddled naked, not bothering to close the flap due to the wolf heat between both of you and the stench of sex. Your head tucked into his chest, listening to his heart as you fell asleep.
Seth clearwater x Male!Vampire! Reader
Summary: Seth forgot yalls two year anniversary due to the hustle of Emily, Sam's wife, the birth of the twins. But thankfully he knows just how to make you melt for him 💕🥀
You weren't having a good day, whatsoever. Seth and your anniversary was two nights ago, yet he completely forgot. Sure, Emily went into labor that day, but you didn't even get a text! Besides that, as usual in Forks, it was raining, ew. Your job was hell, too many customers, and being understaffed wasn't for the weak. Sam was also refusing you from seeing the twins, but it was completely understandable. Fresh babies, Emily was still bleeding from labor, and well, you're a vampire.
You pulled into the driveway of Seth and your small cabin in the Rez, soft browns and dark greens greeted you along with the scent of dog and rain. Seth's old beat up red truck was in the garage, but there was no clue if he was home. You slid off your shoes by the other sets in the kitchen, slowly making your way to the bedroom, first you weren't paying any sort of attention till you heard his nervous heart beat. Turning you were greeted with a Seth that was only in a pair of boxers, your favorite ones matteroffactly, and on your nightstand was a small basket of things you could use.
"I know I forgot our anniversary, but-." He cut himself off with a huff when you walked away towards the bathroom. "Dammit baby. I'm sorry!" He groaned as he heard the door close. He'd have to try harder than that, wouldn't he?
When you got back into the room, there was a fresh cup of warm blood and a few treats you knew he put the blood pills in so you wouldn't get sick from the human food part. You sighed as he wrapped his arms around your delicate hips, "Let me make it up to you. How can i?"
You leaned back into him, before smirking, "Baby me." And he paused, "I do that anyways." He kissed at your neck, "No, no. Like give me princess treatment."
He huffed a small laugh at your words, "Yeah? That's what you want? Fine."
He sat you on the bed, grabbing your Noir body cream that Leah had gifted you religiously the last three years for Christmas. Seth and you had only dated for two, but you were a lot closer to the pack than the Cullens were, surprisingly. Mostly cause you actually had a human sense of humor and could take Paul's moodswings like it was nothing.
He went to work, babying you as you had called it. Rubbing your legs, thighs, and then your hips. His lips grazed your skin as he worked his way up. You'd sigh here and there cause even though you didn't feel much, your work would somehow manage to wear you out. "Work was terrible, wasn't it?" He asked between soft kisses at your thighs, you grunted a soft yes, leaning back into bed as he made it to your sides.
You let out a breathless sigh as his tounge traced your v-lines, he smirks before biting at the sensitive skin under your naval. "Seth, don't tease." You grunted, and since he was working to get back in your good graces, he stopped before making you turn over to lay on your stomach. You whined in soft pain as he massaged the back of your thighs, those were always the worst! As he made his way to your back, you could feel him settle right behind the curve of your ass. You grabbed a pillow to rest your head on, feeling his hard erection press into your ass every so often. It was an amazement as to what could get him hard, which was almost anything as long as it was you. Guessing that since you were butt ass naked in bed, his big hands massaging at you, it couldn't be helped that he was turned on.
Even after he had finished massaging you, he kept his groin pressed right into your ass, hand dipping under your left hip to try and find your own cock. "Need ya so bad, prince." He mumbled, nibbling at your shoulder. Prince, the nickname he'd give you only when he wanted to get his way, sneaky bastard.
You arched lightly and sighed as his warm, smooth hand wrapped around your hard cock. His thumb grazes your tip, and he let out a soft whine as he felt the precum leaking. Afterward, it didn't need words. You and Seth knew each other like worn-out books. He had you on your side, a leg hooked at his hip, back ti his chest as he fucked into you. One hand at your hip, the other at your throat. Sure, you didn't breathe, but the kink was hot enough. Besides, he could easily snap your neck if he wanted. Your own length wasn't neglected, no you had your delicate hand wrapped around it, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He was already ass drunk, as he usually got. Letting out soft growls on how you're his mate and how good it feels to be inside you. You loved Seth, dearly, but damn his cock was perfect. Not overly big, a good 5 1/2 inches with just enough girth to stretch you out. You could remember the first time yall had sex, he was so embarrassed cause you had at least two inches more. But you snapped that shit in the bud quickly, you didn't need that stereotypical "Bigger guys are better" bullshit. You had your mate and that was that.
" 'M gonna come." You mumbled as your ass tightened around him, his thrusts had been sloppy the last five minutes. His own release was impending. "God, yes. Do it, baby." He panted before asking softly, "Bite me?"
Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it stupid to put yourselves in this predicament? Also yes, but Sethy loved to feel your fang sink into him without taking his blood, and you had learned to not have your venom release so it was easier. You grabbed his arm, kissing at the place you'd bite, grazing your fangs before sinking them into him. He whimpered in relief and slammed into you a few times before you felt his hot release fill you up. You pulled your mouth away, kissing the bite and the small blood dots as his other hand pumped your cock till it spilled itself all over the bed.
The both of you cleaned up before calling it a night. The rain was still going, and you cradled your sweet wolf boy while he slept. Oh what you'd do to never let this change.
WolfAlpha! Simon is pissy that he has to keep an eye over you for the summer while your parents are gone, but he doesn't complain verbally, at least.
BunnyOmegaM!User that hasn't had their first heat yet, just assumes the doctors are right and their a beta. Nothing could go wrong with a male alpha and beta...right?
WolfAlpha! Simon that spent weeks just ignoring your presence for absolutely no reason stops one night by your door, smelling a deep rich and sweet scent. Oh hell no, he wasn't about to have unplanned pregnancies under his roof. So when he opened the door, he definitely was shocked to see you, alone, and fully passed out in baby blue boxers and a tank top. Oh god, was that scent coming from you? You're a beta though..right?
BunnyOmegaM!User that woke up to your boxers being soaked in two places. Your ass and your crotch. First you had assumed, like any rationally person that you just had a really fucked up dream and came all over yourself while asleep. Seems accurate. So you go downstairs to find Simon making breakfast with tired eyes. You went to take a shower, making note thar you felt off as hell. Hot, flushed, and horny. Jesus you needed to get laid. You tried to jerk off in the shower, but even after coming and putting it down the drain you were still hard as a rock.
WolfAlpha! Simon who had pumped his cock till he came in a pair of your dirty boxers while he listened in on your jerking off in the shower was hitting his fucking limit. He hated you. Those stupid ass bunny ears, the baby tail, the big eyes you batted at him. God those big eyes looking at him while you deep throated his cock would be a good picture.
BunnyOmegaM! User waking up at three am to feeling a pressure over him and something hard and thick grinding into his ass. " 'tis alright. Just me, sweet little bunny." Simon's thick accent crawled with desire that made your back arch instinctively. "Whats going on? I feel so hot."
WolfAlpha! Simon let's it click into place that this would be your first heat. "It's your heat, bunny boy. Seems like you're a late bloomer omega. Nothing wrong with it." He reassured and groaned feeling your tail twitch against his cock tip that was leaking like God's tears.
BunnyOmegaM! User who was too needy, and frankly would never admit how they found Simon a hot dilf couldn't stop his soft pleas for help and the need to be filled. You sobbed as he did just that, bullying your pretty small ass with his cock that you could swear was making a stomach bulge.
WolfAlpha! Simon who was grunting and moaning praises about how tight and how good you felt around his cock for being just a dumb bunny in a wolf's den.
WolfAlpha! Simon watching as his knot started to swell and hit your asshole, watching as you whithered and begged for it without shame. He wasn't going too, knowing a knot could potentially mean pregnancy till you said the words
"Please daddy. Knot me. Breed me."
Who was he to deny a pretty rabbit boy that just wanted to get fucked? So he did. After a few thrusts he slammed his knot into you. Knowing he mightve ripped your hole a little but the ecstasy of feeling you take every drop of his come into your boy cunt pushed it away from his mind.
BunnyOmegaM! User crying and sobbing from the pain, but too fucked out to ask to stop or a break cause heats never cared for pain. Just breeding. Just pups.
BunnyOmegaM! User shuffling into Simon's office one day two months later to show him a pregnancy test that had a very bright positive on it. Don't be surprised when he fucks you again just so he has the ability to call you a good bunny and how you'll be such a good dad to his pups.
UGH I need some more Seth clearwater or Paul Lahote x M!Reader 😫 I've read just about all I can on here and I NEED MORE ‼️
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MDNI ‼️ Look at the Tags ♡
Asshole!Simon who hates your guts for no apprent reason
Asshole!Simon who totally doesn't watch you walk by or stare at your ass
Asshole!Simon who definitely hasn't taken a pair of your boxers to just fuck himself with when you're out on missions for weeks at a time. He totally imagines every damn position and place. Doggy, Missionary, The shower room, in the woods near base..you fucking name it.
Asshole!Simon who denies being in your damn room while you're gone cause he gets worried about you so the only thing that helps him sleep is being in your bunk.
Asshole!Simon who had to leave with the others for a solid month and totally made it everyone else's problem cause he couldn't be around you but god forbid Soap tells him to ask you out.
Asshole!Simon who gets sloppy drunk after that mission was a success and sends you several audios and videos of him pumping that thick cock and whimpering your name in that deep British accent...wait is that a piercing on the tip??
Asshole!Simon who begs you to come to his room so he can get cock drunk or make you cock drunk.
Asshole!Simon who tries to deny fucking you the next day, but his stutters and protectiveness gives his big ass away.
☆☆☆ Reqs open! ☆☆☆
Alpha!Soap who couldn't stand how often your first alpha was neglecting you so Ghost and him spoke the night before on how they wanted you...but would you want them?
Alpha!Ghost hearing from your shitty alpha that you were in heat. Alone. Bloody bastard.
Alpha!Soap who went into your room first, to help break your oh so stubborn walls down.
Alpha!Soap who pushed you down onto the bed so gently just to get you undressed and actually had to ask how the hell you weren't being taken care of from how damn good you looked.
Alpha!Ghost who ended up joining a little after due to wanting a shower first, letting you nuzzle your face into his boxers that had outlined his hard erection.
Alpha!Soap taking you in doggy so you had full ability to also touch, and eventually choke on Ghosts own cock.
Alpha!Ghost laughing as you swatted his hand away to hold his knot so you couldn't take all.
Alpha!Soap loving each minute on watching and fucking your sweet ass.
Both men going to brain malfunctions when your heat had you begging for their pups. To be oh so full of their babies.
Alpha!Ghost praising you, "Take his knot then, doll." "Be a good boy and you'll get filled with our pups. You'd be treated so well and made happy." "Taking his cock so well, little one."
Alpha!Soap panting like a bitch as he kept trying and failing to knot your pretty ass. "Damn luv, s'tight." "Relax f'me. I wanna knot my pretty baby."
Alpha!Soap mewling like a whore when his knot finally does lock into that pretty ass so he can full you up. You'd moan but your mouth was too busy sucking Ghosts thick cock.
Alpha!Ghost prying your mouth off so he could keep his cum all for your pretty boy womb.
Alpha!Ghost getting up to switch places with Soap, but this time, he wanted you on your back. So you had your head in Soaps lap as Ghost jerked your pretty little omega cock.
Alpha!Soap letting you suck on his fingers while Ghost stretched you out a little more with his own fingers so you could accommodate his big cock.
Alpha!Ghost pressing on your tummy bulge from how deep he was inside your boy cunt. He was blissed out from how tight you were, feeling your gummy walls sucking him in some more.
Alpha!Soap praising you and Ghost, "Look how well he takes you, luv." "Don't his cock feel so good inside you?" You swear you're seeing stars from having such two good alphas you can barely understand what's coming out your mouth besides begging for them to get you pregnant.
Alpha!Ghost knotting you to hell, which makes you moan loudly, but not caring if your old ex-alpha hears it. You'd definitely be getting pregnant for sure.
Both men laying with you in between with soft promises to never let you be unhappy again, and how they'll be the best partners and how you three would be great dad's.
Mickey milkovich x M!Reader
◇Car sex
◇Mickey tops for once, reader rides him
◇Sex with plot?
Mickey did not want to be here at this shitty party his sister was throwing. He only came here cause you said you'd be here, and he might've also been feeling a hit possessive with the fact that you said Mandy was trying to find your ass a man.
You looked hot, and Ian teasing his ass wasn't helping. "Jesus, Mick. Keep staring and I won't be able to tell who's drooling. Your mouth or your dick." The remarks got Ian a harsh shove from Ian
"Oh fuck off, Gallagher."
Meanwhile, you were only here in an attempt to hope Mickey would finally be open about liking you. It's not like you didn't know. The staring, the fact that he was okay with you occasionally touching him where he'd hit or shove others off from it. His sister seen it, Ian seen it, and so did you. Unfortunately for Mick and his stubborn ass, refused too.
"Just go, dipshit." Ian shoved him a little. They might've been exes, but they were close. "Yeah..yeah.." Mickey sighed before actually getting the balls to go up to you.
You smiled as he finally stood beside you, "Hey, Cariño. Been waiting for you." Mickey's heart skipped a beat as you called him cariño again. Thats all you've ever called him, and you also refused to tell him what it meant. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him every time you used that term of endearment.
He cleared his throat, trying to keep a cool exterior. "Yeah? Been waiting for me?" He responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. I'm gay, but not gay enough to listen to your sister and her girls about matching panties." You remarked, which made both of you laughed. "Yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all." Mickey agreed. "You have much to drink?" Mick asked, trying to act nonchalant, but deep down he might be a rain drop of worried. "This is my first, and probably only." You smiled at him, and he nodded a flash of relief in his eyes.
"Tryna stay sober or some?" He only asked to keep this weak ass conversation going, so you obliged "More like I want to remember tonight and not hookup with a random person."
Mickey's smirk faltered for a moment as he heard your words. The idea of you going home with someone else was something he didn't want to think about, but he tried to keep his cool and not show any signs of jealousy. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you don't plan on hooking up with anyone tonight?"
You nodded, agreeing with his words. "I might live in the SouthSide, but I'm not the Southside." Which he didn't understand but wasn't going to ask. You also added, "Don't really like hookups, or flings. I just don't like it."
Which he was kinda surprised by. It was the SouthSide, if your friends hadn't all slept with the same person, it wasn't the southside. So what made you different? You were a pretty boy. Kept hair, decent clothes. "So if you don't hookup or one nights, what the fuck do you do?" Mickey asked. "Uh committed relationships." You laughed. "Oh." Was all he could manage to get out his mouth. He wasn't the type for relationships..nit committed ones...but maybe?
"Huh. Committed relationships?" He repeated after sipping his beer. You smiled, "Yeah, Cariño."
He groaned, "You're killing me with that god damn nickname." You smirked, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Mickey smirked, his face only inches away from yours. He was close enough to feel your breath on his face. His heart was pounding faster and faster with each passing second, and his mind was racing with thoughts of how badly he wanted to just kiss you right then and there. If you both ever had a moment that yall connected, it was now "Car?" You both ask at the same time and laughed.
Soon, you were dragging the sweet but asshole of a man out to your car in the street. "Nice ass, papí." You swatted one of his Jean covered asscheeks as he went into the back of your car first. "Don't call me that, dipshit." He groaned, already having his pants tight, and you calling him daddy in Spanish was not helping.
You huffed, going into your glove box for lube, cause dry anal hurt. We all know that. Once you got into the back of the car, both of yall were rushing to get at least pants and boxers off. You waisted no time to straddle his lap, and coat his strained cock in lube to take into you. You both moaned out, Mickeys hands gripping your hips to help you sink down better and yours at his shoulders. You rolled your hips, grunting at the pain and pleasure. Mickey was panting, being the typical ass of not making noise besides the soft puffs of hair or barely audible groans. Asshole.
You, thank god, found a good rhythm as you rode Mickeys cock, one of his hands wrapping around your throat which cause your eyes to roll back, "Oh papí. Your cock feels so damn good."
The compliment made his gently squeeze your throat, "Say it again. Keep saying it."
"Yes, papí." You whined, grinding your hips down before going back to bouncing. Your movements and repetition of calling him daddy in Spanish was getting his vocal aspect to come out, and damn did you relish in it. It was all too much, he was losing his god damn mind. Mickey was so unbelievably overwhelmed by you, all he wanted was more, more of you, more of this feeling. He couldn't form words anymore, all he could do was pant and moan, each curse word that escaped his lips was like a prayer.
He leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours, the kiss was desperate and rough, full of need. You were the only thing on his mind, you were the only thing he needed. You were his lifeline, the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to stay alive. Without you, he was nothing. He was drowning, but the sweet embrace of you gave him the breath he needed to keep standing. You moaned against his lips, "Fuck, papí. I'm close."
"God...me too." He managed to gasp out, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet your movements. He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, but god he didn't want this to end. Unfortunately neither of you could warn eachother when your orgasms hit, yours going over his and your own shirt, his going deep into you. The sight of you, the sound of your moans, it drove him crazy, and he was completely lost in the moment. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body trembling as he came down from the high. He looked at you with a mixture of amazement and awe, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.
Sadly, the sirens and lights if cop cars ended that bliss a little too fast.
"Fuck!" Both of you groaned.
Mickey milkovich x M!Reader
♤Public Sex
♤Mick bottoms as usual ♡
♤ Pretty sure this is sex with no plot. It's just smut 🤷
**Border by @kodaswrld, I did repost it as well ♡**
You two shouldn't be doing this. At all. But him rising your cock was too good, even if you didn't imagine fucking him for the first time to be in yalls school bathroom.
Whatever. YOLO...right? This all started cause Mick drug your ass into a stall, honestly you assumed he was gonna beat your ass to hell. God, were you wrong. You clamped your hand over his mouth as he did yours, not wanting to get caught by anyone, let alone get indecent exposure on yalls records. You moaned softly against his hand as his other one dug his nails into your clothed shoulder. Based on his eyes, he was fuckong loving what he was getting done.
But don't think cause he was riding, meant he was top, he was only like this cause you told him thar you wanted to watch his face as he deteriorated in pleasure from your cock bullying his ass. Each movement was pushing you both closer and closer to the edge, and Mickey couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a stifled moan, his hand pressing harder over your mouth, biting into your hand, trying to keep himself from making too much noise.
Mickey could feel the heat building between you two, the intensity of sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was getting close. He dug his nails into your shoulders, silently urging you to keep going, to take him over the edge. Thankfully, you could read ques. You took your hand out his mouth and grabbed his other hip, helping to give him some relief from being the one to move so much. Which rewarded you with a unbridled moan from him, his hips starting to move jerky and you could see how close he was.
Mick gripped your shoulders, probably biting his tounge so he didn't moan out anymore than he has. "Fuckin hell...im close." He ground out.
Mickey was getting lost in the sensations, feeling himself approaching the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore; he needed to release the pressure that was building up inside him.
"I'm gonna..."
He couldn't even finish the sentence, the words were lost in a shuddering moan. He bit down on his lip, his grip on your shoulders tightening as the waves of pleasure overtook.
Gladly, his undoing was yours and you filled him with hot come. Thank god yall didn't care about the condoms, honestly you reveled in the idea of him walking around with your cum leaking out the rest of the day.
Both of yalls' hearts were still racing, and Mick felt like his chest was going to explode. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way, this vulnerable, this weak, but it was you, making him feel this way.
Mickey looked down at you, still catching his breath, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your features, your flushed cheeks, the sweat on your forehead, the way your eyes were slightly glazed over with pleasure. He'd never felt this way before, and...he wasn't sure if he'd ever want it to end.
You smiled up at him, "So uh...want to come over for dinner?", already knowing he'd go back to being a brat.
"Fuck you. I ain't some bitch to prance around." Mickey huffed and you laughed "I just did fuck you.", kissing his forehead yall got cleaned up and dressed.
"Whatever. See you at six." He grunted before leaving you in the bathroom.
Black Noir x Y/N
Silent!Noir besides a few pants and moans ofc
Needy!Noir, Morning Sex, You riding the sweet man, PinA, Not safe sex, creampie
Mornings like these barely occurred between the two of you, he always preferred at night since he didn't like you to see his face.
But the way he nearly begged you without words, last night's mission must've put him through a lot.
So here you were, riding your silent boyfriends thick cock like you had no damn tomorrow. His mask off, showing his scarred face, but he'd never not be pretty to you. His soft, barely audible whimpers and gasps had you ready to cum all over his stomach.
You always loved how he looked outside the suit. Lean but had a small barely seen tummy that you loved nibbling on. V-lines that made you drool. He kept himself trimmed, and God damn a 7 inch dick made the sex appeal even better.
Your small daydream got cut short when his hands touched your body. One at your thigh, the other at your hip. The friction making his tip brush your prostate
"Right there, baby." You moaned, arching your back. His soft pants and the way his nails were gripping you, he was close. "Come for me, handsome man. My sweet- oh fuck!"
Your words get cut off by him filling your ass up with hot cum, and before you could continue to ride, he grabbed your throat, knowing just how much you loved a little lack of oxygen. You choked out moans, riding harder till your cock spilled all over his soft tummy and chest. You rode your high out and didn't even have time to relax before he was flipping yall over and pressing your knees to your chest.
"Wait, baby, I'm not even hard yet." You whined and he shut you up with a rough kiss as he kept pounding into you. Yeah, your coworkers would be asking what's up your ass later due to limping.
Kurt Wagner x Male reader, Smut ♡
MDNI 🔞 🔞
You both were unable to sleep, and being roommates didn't help either.
"We could play poker...or strip poker." Kurt's German accent brought you out of whatever daydream you were having. You smirked at Kurt, "Kurt, if you wanted to see under my clothes all you had to do was ask."
You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as his cheeks turned that sweet purple. You smirked, darting my tongue between my teeth, "What's wrong, baby blue? Not used to someone being so forward?"
Kurt swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on your lips as your tongue darted out. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure, but your words and actions were chipping away at his restraint. "No, I can't say I'm used to someone being so...direct," he admitted, his voice growing huskier. "But damn, if it doesn't make me want you even more."
"Then show me what you got, baby blue." You challenged, which made him throw the playing card deck on his bed and pounce on you. You loved seeing the blue German demon on you, so you kissed him. Kurt's self-control snapped at the feel of your lips against his. He returned the kiss with a hunger, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He shifted his body, grinding against yours, his arousal blatantly obvious. He kissed you like a man possessed, desperate to taste and claim every part of you. His hands roamed your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.
Kurt's tail wagged and twitched, betraying his excitement, as he kissed down your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands slid under your tank top, his fingers tracing your stomach, leaving a trail of fiery warmth on your skin.
When he felt you grab his hips, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, pressing himself against you even more. He was already lost in the sensations, consumed by desire and need. "I need you," he gasped out, as he broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged bursts. "All of you." His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging at them, wanting to remove any barriers between you both.
Who knew a simple challenge would have the man riding your cock like the world was ending. "Dammit, Blue. You feel like heave." You groaned, rolling your hips up a little. Kurt's words spilled out in a mix of English and German, his language reduced to a series of broken phrases and curses. "Scheiße, du fühlst dich so verdammt gut an. Ich kann nicht genug von dir bekommen." ("Damn, you feel so damn good. I can't get enough of you."). His movements grew more erratic, his body desperate for release. "Bitte, sweetheart, ich brauche es jetzt." ("Please, sweetheart, I need it now.")
You had no clue what the hell this man was spewing but damn if you weren't gonna fuck him senseless. You panted, one hand gripping his hip and the other at his blue furred thigh as you rocked upwards, hitting that sweet, sweet spot in his ass. Kurt's body trembled as you rocked upwards, and he let out a guttural moan at the sensations coursing through him. "Yes," he gasped out, his voice ragged. "That's it. Don't stop."He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he rode you with increasing desperation.
"You're gonna make me lose control," he warned, his voice rough with lust. Kurt let out a strangled moan as you kept hitting his g-spot, his body trembling with need. "Yes, sweetheart," he gasped out, his words barely intelligible. His body began to shake more violently, and his head fell to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. "I'm close," he panted, his voice cracking. "I'm so close."
Your hands moved to cupping and gripping his ass as you made the man bounce on your leaking cock, "That's it, baby. Take my cock." You groaned.
"Oh yes," he moaned, the sounds coming from him almost feral. "Harder," he pleaded, his body moving in sync with your grip. His tail was wagging feverishly, and his head dropped back, his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sensations. "Don't stop."
"Oh I'm not. I ain't stopping till I see that pretty face as it comes." You panted up at him. "Just a little more, sweetheart." His words were a broken plea, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. "Please, I can't hold on much longer. I need to come. Please." He was hanging on by a thread, his body coiled so tight with tension that he seemed ready to snap at any moment. As you kept a firm grip as you made him bounce, the sensations were his undoing. He let out a guttural moan, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh god, sweetheart, I'm coming," he choked out, and you agreed "Me too, baby. Gonna..."
You couldn't even finish as you both came. His cum painting your stomach as yours painted his walls. You both came down from your highs, whispering sweet words and eventually falling asleep with his body covering yours.
MNDI
Tags: Anal, Virgin!Spencer x Experienced!Reader, praising, Whiney Spencer, Car sex, Guided Sex
Spencer and you had been together for around six months, and unfortunately, those six months was a dry spell for you since Pretty Boy was a virgin and definitely worried about what to do. You didn't mind it, but you did mind getting cockblocked by your own boyfriend. Jesus.
Right now, you were waiting in the BUA's plane strip parking lot for him to finally get off the plane to go home. The clock in your dash blinked, 2:30 am.
"Dammit, Spenc.." you sighed, just wanting to go cuddle and past out like a light. Finally after another twenty long ass minutes, your sweet boyfriend was in the passenger seat of your car.
"Hey baby, how wa-" you get cut off by Spencer smashing his lips to yours. You made a mental note that it could've been a rough case, but his hands tugging your shirt up pulled you out of that thought. Quickly.
"Need you...missed you so bad." Spencer whined when you pulled away a little. "Then let's go home and we-"
You were cut off by a firm. "No." from Spencer.
So now, here you were, in the back of your car with a needy Spencer in your lap, both of you naked from the waist down. Your hand stroking Spencer's cock in a sweet pace and smearing the precum as lube as he whined and shook from a mix of nerves and satisfaction.
"I-ive never done any of this.." Spencer admitted weakly, even though you already knew. "That's okay, baby. I'll let you lead this and help through it." You reassured gently with a soft, quick kiss to his lips.
You wet your own cock with a mix of your own spit and his precum, helping him find the right angle to sink down onto your thick cock. Letting out soft groans while Spencer gasped and had tears brimming from the stretch and overstimulation, you were fully seated into Spencer's ass. You knew he could feel each twitch of your cock, just waiting to be able to overfill his tight, not-so-virgin ass.
"God, love. You feel amazing." You praises, kissing his neck and cheeks as you feel his thighs convulsing deliciously on each side of you. Poor, sweet, Spence had his face in your neck, shaking from the feel of being stretched. "Y-you can move now..I don't know.."
He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I'll help ya, now. Remember if you need a break or stop completely. You tell me."
You spoke softly, rolling his hips for now so he can get used to your thick cock moving inside him. Eventually he started to learn what he liked the most and rode you to his content, your hands on his hips, rubbing as you praised him
"That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."
"Good boy, sweet, pretty thing. Sound so good while you take me, love."
All his responses were of moans, whimpers and gasps in the confined, now humid car. "Oh..i..." Spencer fumbled, but you could see the glaze in his eyes, so as any good partner, you started meeting his hips in the middle.
"Cum for me, sweet thing. Lemme watch ya." You purred out, your own release impending. "I-i....oh..oh.." Spencer's thighs shook at each side of your hip, letting out one long moan as he finished, the hot mess going between both of yalls stomachs as your own finish filled him to the brim.
"Was I good?" Spencer asked with a whine as you panted, "Bloody hell, you were wonderful."
Avatar Fanfic hehe. I don't have a name for it, but I do have tags.
Psa. This is if they stayed in the forest when the RDA came back, and Neteyam is alive. I am a fan, but I do use a translator for the Na'Vi language, so if anything is wrong, then I do apologize :) and Lo'ak is aged up since there's adult content in my writing
MDNI: Cussing, sexual instances, queer love <3
-This is an ongoing story, so yes, there's MDNI and smexy tags, but it'll happen later in the story.
My OC's overview (so y'all don't have to scramble lol):
Name: Winslow Quarich (Yes, he's Spider's brother, diff moms) Age: Nineteen Nickname: Ghost
Species: Human (has an Avatar body)
Height: 5'4 (Human) 7'2 (Avatar) Hair color: Comma mullet, brown
Eye color: Blue Skin tone: Tan, Honey shade
Recombinant Technology. Absolutely amazing, yet so destructive. Humans did not need the ability to play God. it was wrong.
Seeing my father in a Na'Vi body was definitely a shock and weird. Honestly, I hated that the man couldn't stay dead. I wasn't exactly what my father was hoping for as the eldest son. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps of being a hard-ass colonel, but no. He got, as he put it, a plant nerd. So I liked plants more than weapons? Not everyone was dickheads or blood thirsty.
I hardly spoke to Quarich, we just....coexisted in our familial bond and that was it. Even with him in this body, he still was a shitty father.
I was laying in my barrack, thank God I didn't have to share with anyone. It was pitch black outside besides Pandora's bioluminescent plants. Pandora was beautiful, stunning. I couldn't understand why the RDA felt compelled to ruin this damn planet. I was sketching a few of the plants I could see from my little window, minding my business till I seen an outline of a figure in the shadows, their form perfectly still in the shadows of this shitty base.
They, whether soldier or Na'Vi, seemed to be scoping the area out of the base and probably the people of the base. For a long, tense moment, I didn't see it move, but then slowly it started moving again, their movements slow and careful like they knew this base was a bunch of sleeping animals. The man, or woman, was approaching closer and closer to the base, and to my window. Inching closer and closer with cat-like patience.
I really hoped they would get closer to my window, it was easy to see it was a Na'vi scout. It crept closer and closer till they were Infront of my window, curse me for keeping a damn lamp on. The, or well, He tilted his head, probably curious as to why I haven't alerted anyone or something.
I grabbed my sketchbook, writing down, and then showing him a note written in the native Na'vi language. 'Ke'u sa'fe natives. Ku.' (Not safe for Natives. Go.)
For a moment, the male paused, yellow eyes glued to the note I had pressed along the window. A mix of surprise and confusion swirling in his eyes, as if he didn't expect me to be friendly and even warn him. The male went back to looking at me, not aggressively, instead he seemed to study me? I had no idea what he was thinking, but then his fingers brushed against the cool glass that separated us, as if he wasn't sure if there was a trap or not.
Fuck it, why not? I pressed my hand against the glass, resting it, wondering what next. He seemed a tad surprised, but he slowly pressed his much larger hand against the window over mine. I could feel the heat of ours between the glass.
Tags: MLM, smut, boys kissing 💋, Somnophilia (consenting adults!), anal
MNDI, Sexual content ♡
It's been two weeks since you've seen your sweet boyfriend, Spencer. But as you adjusted this lovely morning, you felt sweaty? Then you felt and heard Spencer's soft gasps in your neck and his cock lodged deep in your ass.
"Missed you so much." Spencer mumbled, who knew how long he's been like this, cockwarming himself. You sighed in pleasure, half asleep, remembering months ago how you both had a full conversation on Somno along with yalls boundaries.
Spencer rutted against your ass, mumbling sleepy about how good you felt around him. Poor baby, he must've been needy as hell to be this sleepy and still going. You rubbed back into him, causing a sweet half slurred groan from him into your neck. You squeezed around him involuntarily when his cock twitch deep inside you, kissing your prostate gently.
"Oh baby...need more...need so much." Soencer mumbled, almost incoherently as he rolled his hips, lazily fucking you. You whined, feeling his hand on your hip dip to your aching morning wood, his thumb swiping the sensitive slit, smearing your precum before stroking lazily. You reach a hand to his hair, tugging your sweet man to look at you and kiss him with his name on your lips as he continues to make you both feel good from weeks of being apart.
"So...so good..feel so good." He mumbles into your lips as he starts kissing you once more. A few soft thrusts, you could feel he was getting close to his orgasm, so you encourage it
"Come for me, pretty thing. You know you want too."
A soft whine and choked whimper from Spencer signaled his release, you could feel his hot cum filling your ass up as your own cock finished all over his hand.
Neither of you cleaned up, just simply went back to sleep, Spencer kept his cock where it belonged. Inside you.
Crossover Post: Characters who I know DAMN well would 100% talk you through it. 18+ female and male character list.
Women:
Beatrice (So Not My Type webtoon)
Definitely says "Good girl/Good boy/Good job, baby"
Super gentle when she tells you what to do and how to do it.
Commands disguised as requests.
"Could you do me a favor and rub my clit for me?" She'd ask with a sweet pout that you just can't say no to.
Maria (Silent Hill 2 Remake)
Major tease, but very supportive.
"You can do it, honey. I know you can." She says while she's literally edging you endlessly😭
She makes you pole dance for her while she watches and guides you through each dance.
"Spin around.... then drop, now slowly slink your way up.... beautiful. You look so good, doll."
Olivia (Law and Order: SVU)
Soft spoken, but firm with her commands. But if you act bratty, she'll definitely retaliate. She's only rough when provoked.
"Go on.... suck on my clit for me.... good job, sweetie. Now arch your back.... show me what you're hiding under those clothes..."
I could see her teaching you new positions and the best way to angle yourself.
She will softly command you to pleasure her between hot kisses
Eve (Invincible)
Whether she's the giver or reciever, best believe that she'll talk you through it (unless she's feeling more submissive)
She peppers your neck with soft bites, hickies, and kisses while she touches you. Groping, fondling, stroking, rubbing, regardless of your body, she'll be so thorough with you.... but never rough. That is, unless you ask her nicely.
"I know, baby, I know I'm going slow..... but if I went too fast, it'll end too soon!" She'd say softly with a sympathetic pout that had a teasing undertone.
"It's only 2 more hours.... you can do it.... I know you can. You can do anything." She'd say before kissing you while grinding against your body and massaging your most sensitive spot.
Men:
Graham (Transformers Rescue Bots)
He's super shy and embarassed, but he praises you so much while he talks to you!
"You take me so well, baby... don't.... don't rush it." He'd feel his face get all hot as the red tint of his skin creeps up to his cheeks before saying,"Just sink down... yes, slow and steady. Right.... now speed it up... rock your hips the way I taught you.... so perfect..."
Will literally encourage you like you're his student. Constantly praising every little thing you do to the point where you might get flustered or annoyed.
He likes to kiss you while you ride him.... making sure to guide you by your hips and give you the dorkiest, most lovesick cheesing smile ever.
James (Silent Hill 2 Remake)
Pathetic man who's desperate for every ounce of you.
Pants at the thought of you in his bed, let alone on his cock.
So when he talks you through it, it is sheer desperation, like a dog humping your leg.
"Please, baby, please, take me in your mouth. Yeah, just like that, so good, so good, oh god, your mouth feels so good, baby just keep sucking it, keep sucking it. I'll make sure you cum when you're done.... you deserve it, baby, you deserve everything, yes you do, oh fuck...."
Mark (Invincible)
It takes him a while to get into it, but when he does, he treats you as if you'll crack at the slightest touch.
He'll whisper the whole time, so quiet that nobody can hear, but so loud in your head.
Rex (Invincible)
"Shhh.... it's okay, you're okay. It's a tight fit, I know.... just tell me when to stop. Whenever, you say it and it'll all stop. You feel so good around me..... so fucking good, baby."
Very slow and steady with it since he knows Viltrumites tend to be a bit on the bigger side and he doesn't want to hurt you with his girth or strength.
Teasing bastard till the very end, definitely the type to pick on you while encouraging you to cum. Oh, but then that'd be going against his orders... oh well, guess you won't be able to cum for another 4 hours!
Talks you through it while making you watch yourself through a mirror. He likes the way you get embarrassed, it's cute.
"Look at yourself..." He'd say softly into your ear as he pounds into you. "Look at how good you're taking me... I'm so proud of you. So proud of my boy/girl/baby."
"I never said to cum. All I said was to take a look. You look so pretty/handsome/adorable like this. I really mean that, babe."
WIP of Sub!James x Daddy!Reader
Minors do not interact. Also, TW: Internalized homophobia (from James's end)
More tags/warnings: Male reader, cockwarming, gay porn, male genitals mentioned for reader, daddy kink
"Um... How do I do this? Do I just... put it in my mouth?"
James asks while he looks up at you. His calloused hand stroked your inner thigh before spreading over your lap. You could tell by his quivering lip that he was nervous, terrified even. You two were still getting used to this, but James had never been with a man before you. He loves you, he wants you, but the act of putting you in him.... putting a man in him...? It felt.... repulsive.
But did he want to do this...? Yes. Yes! He's been fantasizing about it since forever! It's just.... difficult for him to start. You run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair and say, "Don't feel like you have to do anything. We can always stop."
James looks at you, and says, "I never... did this before. I don't know how to do it." You smile, stroking his hair and telling him, "Do what feels right. Lick it, suck it, kiss it, whatever feels good to you. You're gonna be great regardless, baby."
The second you said that to him.... he immediately started blushing and muttering a response. The topic of sex alone was embarrassing for James, let alone gay sex. But then when he got his barrings, he says, "I want to do it.... but... I-I'm kind of--"
"Scared?" You complete.
James nods. You pet his hair more, making him whimper as you say, "How about you keep it warm for me? You could put me in your mouth, and we could watch something. No actual sex, just helping me stay warm while we watch a movie. You could lay in my lap, watch a movie, and keep me in your mouth. If you want to stop, all you have to do is take me out."
He looks at you, his skin tinted a pink hue and his Adam's apple jiggling when he swallowed a breath of anxiety and rests his head on your thigh before unbuttoning your pajama pants. He was slow, shy, and sweet as he nervously met your gaze. Your waistband grinds against your bulge from his quivering hands, making you muffle a moan. James blushes and chokes on a breath when your cock protruded through the slit of your pants' buttons.
"Dear God!" James huffs, before modestly licking your tip and engulfing you in his mouth. You huff, and look down at him while he rests you into him, and he mutters what movie he wants to watch. It was some corny romance film that he overheard a few guys talking about at a bar. James, being a bit of a sap at heart, figured that it would've been a good time to watch it.
......
You absent-mindedly stroke James's hair as you watch the movie with him. Surprisingly, James still had his cheeks full of you and was very calm. He coos to the sensation of your delicate, firm hands brushing every strand. The feeling caused a wave of chills to wash over him as you two continued to watch. The film itself was.... interesting. For starters, it turned out to be a gay couple, which James didn't expect. The only times he's watched romcoms were with Mary long ago, and even then, they were always between a man and a woman. This was new for him.
Only it wasn't a romcom... it got a few laughs out of you two, but nothing would've prepared James for what would happen next...
The scene was set. A man with dark skin and fluffy coils for hair was cuddling against the other man, a tan and chubby guy. The man's smooth chest rubbed against the fuzzy curls of the other man's chest as their tongues slipped between each other's lips until the chubby one began to leave a trail of kisses down the fluffy-haired man's body.
James was stunned. He's never seen a scene between men that was so.... what were the words? Vile? Uncouth? Indecent? Unnatural? Repulsive? Perverted? Sinful?
No... it just wasn't right. It should be the woman on her knees for the man... not... whatever this was.... right?
Or.... no.... that's just not true....
But there was a small part of James that countered every remark, every lash, every guilty thought with the words he couldn't say, "Intimate, Loving, Erotic, Desirable, Sensual, Romantic, Wholesome..."
The scene continues, and now the chubby man is sweating and sliding the fluffy-haired man's cock into his mouth. His cheeks were hollowing themsleves and sliding with such ease, taking every inch until he gagged before releasing his grip to pump his lover with his fist with such haste and taking him back in. But not without a loud wet squelch from his saliva, making the other man bellow out a moan and thrust into the other's mouth.
The room filled with wet slaps, moans, squelches, and gagging as the scene unfolded for such a long time. James was speechless. He's never seen anything like it. Even the more raunchy films that he's seen in his past years were nothing compared to this. He could feel himself grow harder with every slap, gag, and grunt from the actors. He wanted to pry himself away from the TV, seeing something so... so... obscene! But he couldn't shake the feeling of curiousity. How would it feel to give? How would it feel to receive?
He can feel you, too. The way you're throbbing in his cheek, the way your veins refined themselves, the way you straightened out, the way your tip poked against his throat, and the way he could taste a foreign saltiness on his tongue. He wanted it. He wanted this so badly. He wished the actors were you two. He wished the fantasy between man and man were a reality, not just some guilty pleasure. He wanted--
Suddenly, one of the actors lets out a whine and says, "Cum on me, daddy!"
James choked, literally. Your hips bucked in response to the abrupt stimulation, making you pause the movie and say, "James, are you okay?"
He looks up at you... his dirty blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, and breath heavy. He was quiet before taking a chance to get off the couch and on his knees. With a vulnerable, subservient gaze and a coy tongue, his mouth opens up, and he points into the gaping hole.
Finally, he says sweetly,
"Can I... suck it, Daddy?"
And that's all for now! I'd really appreciate some feedback since I have never done mlm smut before! Lmk if I can do more or how to improve! Is the WIP good? Should I continue? Like... tell a girl how you feel!
having a praise and degradation kink is crazy like say literally anything to me and ill fold like what fucking whore debuff is this
like ohmygod yes please call me your good boy one second then your filthy whore the next
it feels so manipulative,, praising me for doing a good job, taking your cock/strap so well, then switching up and calling me pathetic for being so whiny and desperate,,
urghrh why am i so horny lately SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN
i dont even know what to tag this
show me, p☆rnstar
Cpt. John Price x Trans Masc P☆ Reader
part 2/?
word count: 1250
tags: nsfw/mdni, dom price/sub reader, self-degradation??? (the author degrades you in text, but honestly, calling out my own filth and kinks, chat), pet names for reader, just down bad for a man you don't even know, filthy thoughts
a/n: genitalia is referred to as cunt/pussy, clit, etc just in case that makes you uncomfy, by the way I never mentioned but reader is in fact over 21, you’re in your last year of college after all. just a short update for now, edging you for the fun of it :)
Your live went well, surprisingly, with quite a lot of donors this time around, but halfway through, you realized that a particular username never appeared once, and looking across the stats and donations on your screen stitched a pout on pretty lips. Of course, you didn’t make it even close to obvious while live, but when the camera cut off, an almost disappointed sigh left your lips. He didn’t show up. He always showed up; why wasn’t he here? He had never missed a stream before, not in the several months he had been subscribed to you. Maybe it’d be just a one-time thing? How pathetic of you- to be so obsessed with just a name. But it happened again and again, twice a week for over a month, and not once did he show up. Christ- did he just walk off the planes of the earth?
This anonymous man is a paying customer, not some love interest in a romcom. A man falls in love with a stripper he thinks loves him back but this time the stripper fell in love with a man who was just there to get his dick wet. It frustrated you to cling onto this perverted idea of him, an idea you don’t even have the face to; your lonely late night pleasures just made it far from worse, as if the only hands you wanted on your naked form were his. What could he give you that no other man could? Hell of a lot of money, sure, but what would getting bent over your counters and bed be like with him. How fast could he make you come, or would he even let you? What if instead he abused your aching clit and plunged his fingers so deep into your needy, sloppy cunt, reaching spots you never could have with your own. Just edging you to the brink of spilling out, but no, he'd never let you cross into the bliss of an orgasm, not until he had his fill. Not until he filled you. The absolute filthy thought of this man made the air feel heavy, just the damn thought but it had turned you on more than any adult film or sex toy ever could. God, you fucking slut, just getting wet at the want, no, need, the need to be fucked by a man who most definitely only watched you for his entertainment and you had no shame. Bloody playing yourself like a guitar.
November, exam season. Regular work and college would be eating you up, meaning it was finally time for a month-long hiatus again, which you announced via a post where you posed in a seductive photo, finger to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion. The caption explaining the upcoming lack of content, but you’ll be back soon with extra material for December. Once the post went live, you decided, for the best, to tuck away your camera and sex toys into a cabinet; focus on exams, pleasure can wait. Keep the cigarettes out though; you’d need them. Outside of all this, you honestly had a simple life, majoring in what you’ve planned on working towards since you were a little one and working at a cafe that was a bit away from campus. A simple life. For the first few days, you followed a premade schedule down to the second, classes, studying, and a late night shift. Nothing came before or after. It did get boring here and then but this was what life was going to be once you dropped the whole pornstar career for the one you spent thousands on- thank you shit scholarship, barely made a dent in your damn tuition cost. What a life.
The ruckus of regulars had slowly died down in the cafe as you began to mop the floor for the night. It had stayed open late for exam season, taking advantage of groggy students who needed the extra caffeine and sweets to crawl through sessions of long textbooks. The only sound available to ease your aching bones was the howl of the snowstorm outside and your playlist blaring through the headphones wrapped around your neck. This was a moment you were swaying in, caressing the mop as if it was your dance partner on a ballroom floor. The world around you felt like it was paused just for you to have this, until, unfortunately, it was disrupted by the jingle of the doorbell and heavy shoes thumping against the freshly mopped floor. Oh, come on, it took forever to get that shining like new. You sighed softly as you paused the music blaring from your headphones.
“We’re closing in 10, so it’s order and leave, pal.”
And as soon as you turned to face whoever had walked through the door, your heart just stopped. A bloody handsome older man stood there in a heavy coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. You felt your hand let go of the mop before snatching it back up, a soft stutter leaving your lips. He stared for a moment, this quick flash in his eyes before he started to walk towards the counter as you did the same. Keep it together, keep your shit together! As you rounded behind the counter, he had already grabbed for his wallet; at least he was ready. Something about him felt familiar, a bit too much. It had to be the stress of a long shift, right? Standing in front of the register, he glances towards the menu before his intense gaze pierces through your skin, making a shiver run down the bone of your spine.
“Coffee, black, medium.”
That voice, it rumbled heavily, a roughness to it, yes, but it lured you in. A soft nod was your only response as you reached for a medium paper cup and pen, hands curling around the edge before looking into his gaze, and as you asked for his name, you swore the wires in your brain were beginning to fry.
“Name's John, sweetheart”
John. And he had to lay the pet name on there. Your knees were already weak as it is; desperation does unexplainable things to your body. In almost messy handwriting, you spelled out his name and went to work on brewing him a new batch of coffee. Having to clean the machine again was a nightmare, but this felt so worth it. Why? Now it was just you, this man, and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Little did you know, with your back towards him, John was staring heavily at your lower back, eyes twitching with recognition as his brows furrowed. Weeks, he had been gone for weeks with no chance of being able to watch his pretty little thing and by some fucking chance the cafe he walked into at 12:50 AM for just a quick drink had just what he craved. You were none the wiser.
a/n: finally an update! trying to make sure the ao3 curse doesn't get to me even if we are on tumblr
Um- thank you!? For interacting with my shitty fanfic, my first time writing smut and it's not a lot of people but still, thank you so much! (I feel like Pedro Pascal when he accepted that trophy while drunk)
show me, p☆rnstar
Cpt. John Price x Trans Masc P☆ Reader
Part 1/?
word count: 588
tags: nsfw/mdni, dom price/sub reader
a/n: genitalia is referred to as cunt/pussy, clit, etc just in case that makes you uncomfy, now please enjoy my first time ever writing smut lol (also this just a quick intro to a small smut series dedicated to every trans masc with daddy issues, aka me) no use of y/n, I cannot go that farback
Being an upcoming porn actor on the internet was the last thing you had imagined would be what helped pay for rent and your last year of college but here you were. Men paid for personal videos, and twice a week after classes you’d live-stream yourself riding silicone that made you wish was the real thing or test out adult toys from sponsors, and yet you never felt full or satisfied. Of course, you had no regrets about your career choice but nothing could bring you that high that your friends would talk about when they’d gush about how amazing having sex with their partners was. You tried dating men left and right, tried signing up for dating apps, tried the god forbidden speed dating but no one caught your eye. Even one night stands felt boring by now.
There was someone on your mind though, someone who you couldn’t even put a face to, just an anonymous name, bravo06. It was silly to think about one of your followers this much, to have the memory of hearing your little alert play everytime he dropped hundreds of dollars on you just so his request could be top priority, and he’d always just ask for something simple, to moan out his username or give the camera a pretty little smile, it definitely caught your attention when it happened the first time. Usually others would drop this much just so they could request more outlandish shit that made you wonder how the hell they came up with that.
You wondered what he looked like, what his voice would sound like against your ear as he plunged his fingers deep into your cunt. It was so overwhelming, especially when alone at night you’d try so hard to imagine the kind of man he was as you held a violet bullet vibrator against your clit and drilled thick silicone into your dripping pussy. Moans filling your lonely apartment as your head fell back against cotton pillows, leaking cum onto the towel that was laid out underneath you. Was this wrong? Jerking off to some anonymous stranger who literally paid you just to entertain himself, maybe.
It was another one of those nights, setting up your tripod in front of your bed, making sure everything was clean and neat, LED lights glowing a soft blue into the room. Yes, anyone would prefer red but you liked how blue light made you look on screen, tempting. As you made the last of your preparations you started to wonder if he would be watching tonight, a rush of excitement running down your spine to your thighs, kind of made you a little giddy. Oh what you’d do to give him a private show. Honestly, it surprised you that he never requested one, that was a service you offered for the same amount he’d drop on you every live-stream but he never did, you always wondered why.
BTS TAEKOOK 🔞 fics I've written
wth lots of smut and hurt/comfort, because those are my favourite things in the world
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• Can't deny our love. 29,156 words.
Werewolves, omegaverse and fantasy.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61431988/chapters/157031779
• Invisible String (Tying you to me). 31,800 w.
College Au Omegaverse.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46031437/chapters/115870612
• Once bitten and twice shy. 48,093 w.
Romcom vibes wth hurt/comfort.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52149055/chapters/131901775
• [In progress] 참나리 Cham-nari. 60K [now].
Gangster AU Omegaverse.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61937095/chapters/158377234
I'm probably going to be smited to hell for this, but my first smut fic, I guess. This is p.ai.nter x reader, so...
THIS FIC HAS SEXUAL CONTENT AND A BIT OF GENDER DYSPHORIA, THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!!!
(Pls don't kill me for this,,, this fic will also make ZERO SENSE POSSIBLY, I'M STUPID.)
(In this story, you're an engineer, and built him a robotic body so that he could practically do whatever he wants.)
It has been 3 months since you and p.ai.nter escaped the blacksites together somehow. Things have been doing ok for the both of you... That is when p.ai.nter suffered gender dysphoria about 3 times during those months. He never really felt like a guy. His thoughts always found a way to make him feel bad about himself. That is, until one day, you wanted him to feel better about himself. So one day, you visited the shared bedroom between the both of you. He was just there, laying on the bed, the blanket covering his large, beautiful, fat body while he was on sleep mode. Then, you decided to walk up to the bed, crawl into bed with him, and then you would start to cuddle him close while wrapping your arms around him. His large belly gently pressing up against your body. Then, that's when he decided to leave sleep mode, and acknowledge you.
"Oh, hi there."
He drowsily greeted you as he laid with you, all 6 of his mechanical arms wrapped around your body as a gentle blush would spread across your face. And a gentle, pink blur would spread across his screen, trying to reciprocate the feelings you had for him. But then... Your cock would poke upwards through your pants and press up against his lower belly. The pink across his screen would flush up even more as he would start to stutter.
"I-... I-..."
He nervously stutters, not knowing what else to say. Then, you would start to undo your belt, and remove your belt, pants, and boxers all in one. His legs starting to spread open underneath the sheets. You would proceed to roll him over onto his back, and remove the blanket from both of your bodies, revealing your hard, long cock, and his soaking wet pussy from underneath the blanket.
And that's when he ambitiously said yes to your advances.
You would start to edge his labia with your cock as he would let out a few soft moans as you continued to tease him gently.
And then... You slid your tip into him, and then the entire thing all the way up into his pussy as he would let out a loud, shaky moan from his speakers as you started to thrust your cock deeply inside of his pussy. His speakers letting out a few moans with every deep, yet gentle thrust into his pussy as you placed your hand onto his belly, and started to gently squish his belly with it. Whispering to him about how he'll always be a man as you continued to fuck him gently and reassure him about his gender identity.
And after about 30 minutes to about an hour. His systems were running on low battery now. As you gently placed your hands on his hips, you would see a steady amount of cum leaking from his pussy as he had an exhausted, yet contented look on his screen. His screen, chest, and peaks of his shoulders covered in lipstick marks as he laid there, panting.
Then, you would grab the tip of his cable tail (which is an outlet plug,) and plug him into the nearest outlet next to your bed for him to charge up. Then, you carefully roll him onto his side, and nuzzle up into his neck, starting to let your subconsciousness take over as you would hear one last thing from him before he goes into sleep mode.
"I love you..."