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★ THAT BOY IS A REAL PUSSY PLEASER ── spencer "spider" white !

pairing - spider x fem!reader

Spider couldn't stop eating you out every chance he got, whether you two were at school, his place or a party. You could've literally been anywhere and he would still find a way to just get a slight taste, a wise fellow could even say he's pussy drunk. And the thing is that you absolutely love it.

cw: oral (f!receiving), pet names (princess, ange), swearing, semi public sex, maybe some grammar errors

You were so needy all day, aching for some contact, and the fact that you were at a party right now, with no other than Spider, alcohol already in your system, was making this need even worse.

And that's how you found yourself sprawled at the foot of Dusty's bed, dress pulled up to your waist, with Spider between your legs.

"please spider... " you pleaded out, hands gripping the white sheets. The feeling of Spider's breath fanning over your thighs was driving you crazy.

"patience, princess," he said, softly kissing your left knee, his lips then suddenly hovering over your soaking core. "let me have some fun. "

He didn't dive back in, no, he began to slowly kiss your inner things, torturing you. His lips were soft, almost reverent, as he placed a kiss high up on your right thigh. He lingered there, breathing you in, before moving agonizingly slow to place an identical kiss in the same spot on your left thigh.

Moving his head back to look into your eyes, he then placed a kiss onto your clit, over the fabric of your panties, maintaining eye contact.

Your breath hitched, your hand softly grabbing onto his hair. "stop teasing," you pouted, wanting to feel more. He listened, his finger hooking into the sides of your panties, dragging them down to your ankles.

He took both of his thumbs opening up your entrance, pussy clenching around nothing. "fuck, clenching around nothing huh. " he then took his time licking up a stripe. He groaned at the taste, licking again and again. "all this for me?" Your hummed a small mhm, meanwhile your hand tightened onto the sheets and the other onto his hair. A soft, strangled groan pours forward into your cunt, making you toss your head back in ecstasy. Motivating him to lick, once again, faster this time.

“fuck—so good Spider, so good just for me.” pulling his pretty blonde hair, whining. Your eyes began to roll up into the back of your head, already beginning to feel fucked out.

Spider began to lap at your cunt, going from slow to fast and back to slow. Savoring every last bit of your cunts juices. He then added a finger, curling it. You moaned at the feeling, your pussy clenching around his finger, thighs crushing his head, feeling yourself get closer.

He pushed his finger in and out dragging it against your walls, his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking on it. You screamed out "fuck! feels too good!!" your hips began to move on their own. Spider took this as an opportunity to add a second finger, curving it just right for your back to arch. "hngh—can't take it anymore, " crying out as he sucked your clit harder, fingers plunging deeper in and out, stretching your slick pussy open, as his tongue flicked relentlessly over your swollen clit. The wet sounds of his mouth devouring you filled the room, mixed with the sounds of your whimpers and moans.

"that's it, baby," he murmured against your folds, voice vibrating through your core. He sucked harder on your clit, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. his fingers pumped faster, knuckles brushing your entrance with each thrust. Your walls fluttered around him, gripping tight, desperate for more as heat coiled low in your belly.

You bucked against his face, thighs quivering as they clamped around his ears, but he didn't stop. His free hand gripped your hip, holding you steady, forcing you to take every lick, every suck, every deep slide of his fingers. The pressure built unbearably, your breaths coming in ragged pants, fingers yanking at his blonde strands.

He groaned into you, the sound low and hungry, fucking you with his fingers even harder. Juices coating his hand and chin, dripping down to the sheets, as he devoured your cunt like a man starved. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling. "i'm going to—"

You shattered, orgasm ripping through you, pussy spasming wildly around his fingers. He didn't stop, still sucking your clit through your orgasm, drawing out every shudder, every cry that tore from your throat. He groaned, lapping up your release as it flooded his mouth, his fingers slowing to a gentle thrust, milking every last drop of ecstasy from your body and cleaning you up with his tongue.

"je t'aime, mon ange." he whispered, pulling out his fingers. He pulled your panties up and dress down. He then stood up and sat on the bed next to you, softly playing with your hair.

"you think Dusty's gonna be mad?" you look up at him, smiling. He let out a loud snort.

Spencer “Spider” White x Reader!

In which a tough night leads you into someone in particular’s arms

WARNINGS; Mild Cursing; Slight mentions of Sex; Mentions of Parental Issues.

No mentions of a specific gender

Spider x reader

    You felt hot tears pour down your face. This was the third time you had called Sasha. Yet to no avail, she hadn’t picked up the phone. You’d think your best friend would answer in your time of need. 

       You scrolled to the next person in your contacts list, Missy. After three rings, Missy had finally picked up. “Hey Y/n.”,she answered cheerfully. “Hey.”,you sighed. “Are you home by chance?”,You asked, attempting to choke back tears. 

    “Uh no I’m out of town right now. I won’t be back till tomorrow”,she said dodgy , like that wasn’t the entire truth. “Are you okay?”,she follows up. “No no everything is okay.”,you lied, trying not to be a bother. 

    “Um enjoy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow”,you sigh before hanging up.

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  You don’t remember exactly how you got here. All you knew was that you parked your car a few blocks up and ended up outside Spiders Window. You lightly tapped on his window praying that Ant and Dusty weren’t at his house. All you needed was to be even more embarrassed. 

       Spiders light flickered on before he peered his head out his window to see you standing at the window, face soaked in tears, mascara, and rain water. “Shit. Y/n you okay?”,he asks in a concerned tone. “Can I come in?”,you asked in barely a whisper. He eagerly nods before helping you climb through his window. 

    “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to impose, I didn’t know where else to go.”,you said as tears started to roll once again. “You’re not imposing. My mom actually isn’t even here. She’s..uh..out of town“,he says,hesitant yet still glancing at you with that concerned glance on his face. 

    He eyes the darkened expression on your face, “Are they fighting again?”,he asks only glancing at you slightly. You let out a deep sigh, “Yeah. And it’s really bad this time.”, you wipe your face. 

You hated feeling weak. You weren’t a weak punk ass bitch, your words not mine . And you made sure you never cried in front of ANYONE. But when it came to Spencer, for some odd reason all your walls came down. In your eyes nobody knew him like you did. Yea he could be a dick and a narcissistic asshole but it wasn’t completely his fault. And he could be surprisingly sweet when it came down to it. 

   Your parents always fought. It was what you grew up hearing. But recently the fights had been getting worse and worse. They’d been getting more volatile, sometimes even ending in screaming matches that made you flinch at the mere sound of a raised voice in school. 

       “I..I can’t stay there. I really can’t Spencer”,you breathed out. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to Y/n. You know you’re always welcome here”,he walks over to you, caressing your arms before engulfing you into a hug. You pulled him tight as you possibly could. Truth be told, he was your safe space. He was who you went to when you needed a shoulder to lean on when it came to real shit. 

     “Okay your clothes are sopping wet, do you wanna take a shower and I’ll grab you some clean clothes?”,He asks, eyeing the damp sweats that were clung to your body. You just nod up at him with a slight smile. You make your way to his bathroom before getting into the hot shower. This seemed to make all the bad thoughts melt away. It was just you and the water, until you heard the door creek open. 

    “Ok just coming in to drop off your clothes”, Spider walks in, a hand over his eyes to shield his eyes from you. “Um why are you acting like this is something you’ve never seen before?”, You laugh at the site in front of you. 

   “Oi, I’m tryna be respectful ya’know “,he shrugs. “I mean you could always join me”,you give a smirk. Spider eyes you,shocked as if he’s considering it and then it looks as if he snaps out of it. “I will be in my room when you’re done”,he says almost tripping over his words before disappearing from the bathroom entryway . “Am I losin my edge’?”,you asked yourself aloud.   

     You rinse off before stepping out the shower and drying off with the fresh towel he had put out for you. You slip into the seemingly somewhat oversized basketball practice jersey of his and the basketball shorts that felt gigantic. You eyed yourself in the mirror, loving what was looking back at you in the mirror. 

   You make your way into Spiders room, he’s on his video game, as usual. You glance over at him and he’s already staring back at you. “I reckon you look better in my clothes than me,eh?”, he smiles. “I will admit it looks really good on me”,you smile at the mirror placed across from you beside Spencer’s bed. 

   “Well in all fairness you look good in everything you wear”, he says looking up at you from his seat on the edge of the bed. You shove him, “oh shut up”, with a laugh. He gives you a wide grin, and the comfortable silence sets in. Your mind starts to wander back to the scene that had unfolded 2 hours previously. 

      “You wanna talk about it?”, he looks up at you solemnly. You just shake your head no before taking a seat next to him. “Thank you for letting me stay here Spider. Seriously”,you grab his hand. “You know it’s no problem”,He smiles over at you. 

    “I do have one question though”,he says hesitant as if he doesn’t want to ask. “Hmm?”, you turn your attention back to him. “Why’d you come here? Like I know you said you didn’t have anywhere else to go but I can’t help but wonder.”,he asks. 

      “Truth is , I did call Sasha and Missy. But Sasha didn’t answer and Missy is out of town.  But when I sat and thought about it I only wanted to be around you. You are for some crazy reason I can’t understand, the only person who understands me. And sometimes you’re the only person I can stand to be around.”, you let out a deep sigh. 

Make up

Warnings: 18+ Smut

Word count: 2.2k

Not proof read, sorry for any mistakes

First time writing smut 🌚🌚🌚

Zilla Fatu x Nyla Blake (Black OC)

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I rolled out the dough for my cinnamon buns as Jhené Aiko sang gently, echoing out of the speaker. For the first time in a while i felt peaceful: there was no one to bother me, no one to disrupt my happiness and no one in my space. My boyfriend Isayah, or better know as Zilla Fatu had gotten into an argument just over a week ago and I had been ignoring him ever since, after his questionable actions.

I felt like he had been putting more time and effort into wrestling rather than our relationship and I know it sounds selfish but it was truth. We both had pretty hectic schedules, with him training almost every day and me working at the hospital until the early hours of the morning, sometimes we were never able to see each other but I tried to make it work, I tried to put in the effort.

When I got in from work at 6am, he’d be leaving out to head to the pc. He’d rush past me hurriedly, placing a kiss on my cheek then practically running out the door, hardly acknowledging my presence. This cycle had been going on for weeks and became even worse when he went away for 3 weeks. I’d check in on him everyday, asking how training went, making sure that he was all okay in general. All I got back from him was dry two word answers. This break really made me question our relationship and when he finally got back I snapped. We got into a heated argument and ever since then i’d been giving him the silent treatment.

He’s been trying everything to get me to speak to him but I refuse to break until I receive a true heartfelt apology, which I knew wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Not even 2 minutes later, my peace and quiet evaporated into thin air as the front door slammed shut, letting me know that Zilla was home. With my back to him, I made sure not to acknowledge his arrival as he threw his bag in the closet and made his way to the kitchen, taking a water bottle out the fridge. I turned up the music and went back to my baking, spreading the cinnamon sugar all over the squared dough.

I felt him standing behind me, his eyes burning a hole through my skull. Nevertheless, I continued rolling the buns into a cylinder getting ready to cut them up. Before I could grab the knife, I felt his warm body come up behind me, forcefully pressing me into the counter as him arms snaked around my waist while he placed kissed against my neck. I felt my restraint slow slipping away as he grip tightened and he pressed into me further, causing my breathing to shallow and head to fall back.

Before he went to far and I lost all sense of composure and self respect, I shook him off my and went back to what I was doing, making sure to move to another part of the kitchen. Zilla sucked his teeth, following me over. ‘‘Why you still mad at me ma, can’t we fix this shit?’’ he questioned as his eyes pierced the side of my face. ‘‘We can’t fix shit until you apologize Isayah,’’ I mumbled, turning away from him.

‘‘What I gotta apologize for, I ain’t did nun wrong,’’ he spoke as the anger in his tone grew. I stared at him quizzically, wondering if what he said was a joke before a laugh fell from my mouth. ‘‘Are you fucking kidding me Isayah? You haven’t done anything wrong,’’ I questioned in disbelief. ‘‘For the past three fucking months you’ve neglected our relationship, neglecting me. You don’t make time for us any more especially when you’re away, you don’t even look at me.’’

‘‘Nyla cmon that ain’t true. How you gon’ stand there tryna tell me ion make time for you?’’ Zilla responded back, a sharpness in his tone. ‘‘Because it’s the truth Zay, all you do train then when you get back here it’s like… it’s like i don’t exist no more.’’ I shouted back as I felt the tears pooling in my eyes. ‘‘I don’t have the energy for this Zilla, just leave me alone.’’ I huffed with a deflated tone.

He stared at me for what felt like hours before he scoffed and went upstairs. Once I heard the shower turn on, I finally continued my task, cutting the cinnamon buns and setting them in a dish so they could rise. I tried not to let my talk with Zilla longer on my mind but it was so hard, all I wanted was to fix things so we could go back to normal.

After cleaning the kitchen, I went upstairs to our room to sort out my hair. It’d been sat in two braids for the past week and definitely needed some tlc. So I sat at my vanity, sectioning my hair into 4, soaking it with my spray bottle and added the moisturizer all throughout my hair making sure to finger coil some strands around my face. Before I had the chance to finish, the door to the en suite fell open as Zilla walked out with a towel round his waist.

I kept my focus on my hair as he padded around our room searching for his clothes. I frantically finished my hair then went back down stairs to the living room, not wanting to be in his presence.

As the night stretch on, me and Zilla kept our distance, him residing in our bedroom while I sat in the living watching whatever show I could find. My phone vibrated next to me, letting me know it was time to take the cinnamon buns out the oven. I jumped up from the couch and took them out, letting the beautiful smell flood the house. As I went over to the fridge to get the cream cheese frosting, yet again I felt a cold hand snake around my waist. Zilla held me tight against his body as he placed kissed up and down my collar bone.

‘‘Ma you know i’m sorry, just let me make it up to you,’’ he spoke inbetween kisses. ‘‘Just because you claim you’re sorry doesn’t change anything Isayah, you need to show me.’’ I said gasping for air.

‘‘What you want me to show you Ny?’’ he asked as his hand moved down to my shorts, moving them out the way to rub my clothed pussy. ‘‘Damn she already wet fa me. She missed me that much babe? Did she miss this dick?’’ Zilla teased as his hand slid my panties out the way, rubbing his two fingers along my slit before teasing my clit. The restraint I’d worked so hard to build slipped away before my eyes as I writhed against him, feeling his dick against my back side.

‘‘Zilla’s gonna make it up to you ma, I promise,’’ he spoke eagerly as he spun my around and threw his lips onto mine, engulfing me into a bruising kiss as my arms wrapped around his neck pressing against him. His hands traveled to my ass as he picked me up, carrying me to our room.

When we got to the room, he tossed me onto the bed as a ravenous look fell upon his face. Our heavy breathing filled the room as he dropped to his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed removing my shorts and panties. He moved his head closer, his hot breath fanning against my pussy before his tongue darted out licking up my slit, taking my clit into his mouth.

My back arched off the bed as my hands made their way to his hair, tangling my fingers within it as I moaned in pleasure. Strained moans fell from my parted lips as my hips grinded against him chasing my nut. ‘‘Mhmm, you so wet for my baby, yo shit leakin down yo thighs. I missed my pussy so much, did she miss me?’’ He asked, lust laced in his voice as he added a third finger making me squeal.

‘‘Uuhuh Zay. Fuck. She missed you so much baby. Don’t stop baby please.’’ I continued to moan as tears fell from my eyes. My body felt like it was on fire as Zilla continued to demolish my pussy, fingers moving rapidly as he suckled my clit non stop.

‘‘Say my name baby, say my name before I let you nut. Let everyone hear who’s makin you feel good right now.’’ He mewled before adding a third finger causing a scream to rip from my lungs. ‘‘Isayah I… I can’t. Please baby I need to come.’’ I shrieked as my legs began to shake around his neck. ‘‘Ny say my name before I stop, you wanna come don’t you baby?’’ He teased. ‘‘What’s my name.’’

‘‘D-Daddy,’’ I screeched as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, causing my legs to shake rapidly as Zilla lapped up all my cum in his mouth, not missing a drop. ‘‘You’re such a good girl baby, cumming all in daddy’s mouth like that. Look at my pussy leakin n shit,’’ he laughed loudly.

‘‘Whatchu want now baby. Tell daddy want you want and make it happen,’’ as he hand gripped my neck, carefully squeezing it as his hand went back to rubbing my clit. I reached my hand out to pull his shorts down but he slapped my hand away immediately. ‘‘Use your words girl, let me hear you say it,’’ humor laced in his voice. ‘‘Fuck. I want your dick Zay please, I need it,’’ I moaned as he kissed me again moving around to take off the last remnants of my clothes as well as his.

My hazy eyes watched him intently as he lined his dick up against my pussy, rubbing it along my slit collecting my juices. I couldn’t wait any longer, I wrapped my legs around his waist trying to pull him closer but he just laughed at me as his free hand reached out for my ankles. ‘‘Look how needy you are baby, you missed daddy’s dick a whole lot huh? Imma show you what you been missing out on, imma do you just right Nya,’’ he exclaimed as he slammed into to me harshly, placing my legs on his shoulders so he could slam against my g-spot. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as the relentless pleasure engulfed me completely.

Loud uncontrollable moans fell from my mouth as he pounded my pussy, let his hand travel to my neck again adding slight pressure. ‘‘Look at the mess you’re making on my dick baby look at it. This what I do to you ma, this how I make you feel? Good fucking pussy right here,’’ he spoke as moans slipped from his mouth. As I clenched around him, he moaned deeply into my neck as his hips slammed against me erratically. ‘‘Fuck Ny, you gripping me so good, I love this pussy, I love you,’’ he hummed into my neck as his hips snapped up yet again.

The pleasure over took me once again as my legs shook, falling back down around his waist, nails clawed up his back and teeth but down into his shoulder, trying to quiet my moans as gushy sounds echoed throughout the room. ‘‘Don’t hide from my ma, let me here you when you cream on my cock baby, let everyone hear how good I make you feel,’’ Zilla smirked as his hand darted down to my clit, rubbing it gently.

The familiar knot in my stomach began to grown again as I reached out to his torso, trying to push him away as it all got to much. My efforts failed drastically as he pinned my hands above my head, pounding into me desperately chasing his orgasm. ‘‘Don’t run from my now Ny, you wanna act like a big before so you gon take this dick like a big girl now. Tryna scratch up my shit and push me away. Uhuh. I wanna feel you baby,’’ He spoke as his hooded eyes stared me down intently.

Before I knew it, he exploded inside of me, his hips moving uncontrollably as my orgasm rippled through me, causing my eyes to roll back and tears to fall once again. Zilla collapsed ontop of me as we both road out our highs together. I went to wrap my arms around his back but he flinched slightly, remembering the marks that I left on him. ‘‘Shit baby, you tore up my back bad,’’ he laughed as he pulled out of me, both of his flinching at the emptiness we both felt.

Later on, we got into the shower, changed the sheets and got under the covers. ‘‘I am sorry for how i’ve been acting Nya, we gon talk it out properly in the morning. That cool?’’ He asked, hesitation laced within his voice. ‘‘That’s fine Zay, just promise you’ll work on your actions.’’ I pleaded with him as tiredness over took me. ‘‘ I promise you Nyla.’’ He said. And with that, we both drifted off to sleep.

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WWE Unreal: Season 2 Episode 2

So apparently, at Monday Night Raw, the Belfast crowd was chanting, "He's banned from Japan, he's banned from Japan, Logan Paul, he's banned from Japan."

summary: zilla is a real fuckin’ man. ahhh!

notes: plus size reader, body worship, unprotected intercourse, oral (f receiving), fluff with porn.

author’s note: this one is for @saikikay28, we hope you love it and it lives up to your expectations, babe.

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all of your life, you’d been labeled the “fat friend”, the group’s comic relief, the sassy one with quick comebacks, but never the one desired. as you grew older, your style evolved, you got prettier, more confident but your weight stayed, lush curves that no crash diet or grueling workout could shrink. your mama’s voice echoed in your mind, soft and sure: “baby, none of the women in our family were meant to be small.” you’d learned to embrace it, strutting in tight dresses, commanding rooms, drawing eyes. but the attention wasn’t always what you craved. you’d heard all the clichés: “fat girls keep you warm in winter,” “big girls fuck better and feed you after,” “their pussy stays wetter.” you were no one’s fetish, no one’s secret, no one’s charity case.