#smoshsmut

Femcrewmember!reader x Damien Haas.

Summary: you get hired to the Smosh team as their new creative director. Despite you being younger than most other members, you are unbelievably competent and control every project with ease. Despite your best efforts, you seem to be falling for a cast member.

Warnings: so much fluff, a little physical touch but nothing sexual...just yet;)

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You´re suddenly so unbelievably aware of him, of how wide his shoulders are, about the span of his chest as he stretches his upper body out. He manages to hijack one of the popcorn bowls and a bag of salted caramel M&M's, your recent obsession. He noticed. 

The room is completely quiet as the first movie spools through, the only communication is when Damien silently offers you something. Popcorn, water, sour gummies. 

At some point his fingers find the blanket you´ve splayed over your legs, tugging it slightly to ask permission to share. You glance at him in the dark, the whites of his eyes glowing differently. You pull the edge of the blanket out from under you and hand it to him. 

You swallow as you feel him shift closer to you, using the blanket as his cover. Now your leg is brushing against his, your elbows knocking together as you stuff your faces. 

As the movie comes to an end, you realize that you haven't actually watched it, all too aware of how he felt against you. 

He gets up to go to the bathroom, and you join the discussion between Trevor and Angela on whether “a nightmare before christmas” is more a halloween or christmas movie. You don´t actually care about either answer, but it´s fun to see the way the two of them get each other riled up. 

“dude it's literally about how Jack would rather be a part of Christmas than Halloween, it is a Christmas movie” Angela argues, resting her elbows on her bean bag so she can use her hands to gesture wildly. 

“Okay but he's from Halloween and he is a literal skeleton so like, Halloween” Trevor argues back, almost giving Angela a moment to interrupt but he continues anyway, “plus it's a Tim Burton movie, all of his stuff is Halloween”

“First of all, that is quite literally not true. And second of all it's literally like the Grinch. He thinks he likes one thing until he discovers the magic of Christmas - would you call the Grinch a Halloween movie too?” 

“First of all, The Grinch discovered the magic of love and friendship, dumbass. Second of all, Halloween isn't mentioned a single time in the Grinch so that arguments holds like zero weight” 

“i can not believe you just called me a dumbass and tried to mansplain the Grinch to me-” 

“-i was NOT mansplaining!” 

“omg shut up the both of you” Chanse finally cut in, not even dragging his attention away from scrolling his phone. 

“thats so rude” 

“ you guys are left alone for like 5 minutes and i come back to a third world war” you finally hear Damien's voice behind you. 

He finds his seat again, this time nestling a little closer to you. He leans back against the cushions, resting both his arms on the back of the couch. His right arm coincidentally ends up behind your head. 

“omg Damien!" finally - okay listen to this, Trevor, thinks that nightmare before christmas is an actual Halloween movie”

Angela lays out the whole argument for Damien, and much to her dismay, he ends up siding with Trevor. You stifle your laugh, deciding to lean back and observe this time.  

"Why?" "How?" 

“well first of all, its a Tim Burton project-” 

"Thank you!" thats what i said” 

“oh shut up” 

Ian finally broke in, “alright kids settle down, settle down, we are now starting the second movie of the night okay? so shut your faces please” 

He flicks off the light, and once more you are enveloped in the comforting darkness of the warehouse. You sink further into the cushions, as does Damien. 

After about 15 minutes of the film flickering across the screen, he leans a little back, his back resting against your shoulder. 

“hey” he whispers to you. 

“hey back” 

“What's your favorite horror movie?” 

You smile at him, amused. You mull the question over for a moment, before landing on your final answer. “i know its totally cliche, but i think that The Conjuring are some of the best horror movies ever made” 

“that´s just because you're in love with Vera Farmiga” 

You chuckle quietly, before you return his question back to him. You can´t help but continue the conversation, shooting questions back and forth in hushed tones. 

The inquisitive conversation drifts into jokes about the movie. It's a good movie but it contains all of the cliche and classic tropes of any and all horror flicks. 

About halfway in you reach the “going into the basement alone” scene. Damien leans further into the couch, leaning his shoulder against yours. 

“Any moment now, something is going to pop out of those shadows, and she´s gonna try to run out and the door will slam right in her face” he whispers to you. 

You giggle quietly, even more so when he turns out to be right. 

“how much you wanna bet that the youngest sister will wake up in the middle of the night and realize she´s totally floating?” 

“oh undeniably so”

The two of you couldn´t help but giggle even more, when the prophecy ended up fulfilling itself. As the movie nears its end, you eye the bag of sour gummies on the table, you lean forward, reaching over Damien to grab it. 

You just barely catch the way his breath stutters as your waist hovers over his lap, and in a maniacal lapse of judgement, you stall the moment. You pretend that you´re not sure what you want from the table, just to see the way he adjusts in his seat, hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. 

You finally grab the bag of gummies, and slink slowly back into your seat. 

When the movie finally reaches its end with only one character mildly injured, you decide to get some air. 

You catch Angela on your way to the door, and she trails after you, out into the cool night breeze. 

“Are you sure you're comfy in those beanbags? that can't be good for your neck?” you ask her, and she beams at the concern in your voice. 

“yeah im totally good, i feel like a baby bird in its nest” 

You stretch your arms out for a moment, twisting your back and rolling your neck to get the stiffness out of your muscles. You pause when you notice the way she's looking at you, like there´s something she wants to say, but she's not quite sure it's the right time. 

"What?" 

She shakes her head in a faux nonchalant matter, glancing away from you. “its nothing important or anything, i've just noticed some stuff” 

"Yeah? like what?” 

She finally drags her eyes back to yours, “i dont wanna make things weird or like, assume i know whats going on when i dont actually” 

“okay now you're being cryptic and weird, just tell me what's on your mind” 

She sighs out a chuckle, “okay im totally being dramatic, its literally just girly conversation, but is there something more going on with you and Damien?” 

And there it is, the question of all questions. No one had actually asked you this before, not even yourself, and suddenly you were forced to actually think about the answer. 

“I'm not sure” you settle on, and she tilts her head. 

She remains quiet, allowing you to continue if you want to. “i feel like we've gotten closer and closer, and there's definitely some flirty undertones, but im honestly not sure” 

She observes you for a moment, “can i just, like tell you what i've observed so far?” 

“sure baby, lay it on me” 

She giggles, clasping her hands together like she´s a detective about to debrief her colleagues. “okay so i've known this man for like three years now, and while he's usually comfortable and open with others, this is different from how I've seen him before” 

Your stomach flips, and you let it. 

“how so” 

She makes a vague gesture with her hands as she tries to put her thoughts into words. “I mean it´s not like he's uncomfortable with physical touch but he certainly tolerates it more than he seeks it, but with you, he does seek it out” 

You squint at her but she continues, “no im serious! I always see him with his hand on your back or around your wrist or touching you somehow. And you guys have like a whole routine” 

"A routine?" 

“yes! a routine! you guys eat breakfast and lunch together, you make coffee for each other, you give each other snacks and those little gifts and you practically do everything together” she recites. 

Something about having all of your actions recited to you was startling, you hadn´t realized that everyone else would be able to observe you like this. That they would be able to take in your actions and your patterns, and then form a conclusion about it. 

“Am I freaking you out?” the anxiousness dripping from her voice made your eyes snap back to her immediately. You reach your hands out to grip her forearms, “no, no its okay, its not you its me, swear” you tell her. 

“It's not me, it's you?” 

“its not you, its me” 

You laugh with her, and it eases the weight on your chest. “i just haven't really thought about this, i mean not actively, it's just sort of lingered at the back of my mind” 

She opens her mouth to speak again, but rapidly closes it when Ian slams the door open, and gives the two of you a look that much resembled a concerned father. 

“we´re starting the third movie girls, come inside please” 

“okayyy” the two of you sing-song together, you shoot her a secret look as you pass through the door. 

She grazes your elbow gently, “lets have a coffee next week and talk about it” 

“yes please” 

“talk about what?” 

You startle right out of your skin, spinning around to face the very man of the hour. "Nothing! lets get back to our seats before the movie starts” 

You quickly grab his wrist and drag him back towards the couch, pulling him down with you into the corner of the couch. 

“What's the rush?” he laughs at you, and you feel his warmth seep into your skin. He grabs the blanket you were previously curled up under, spreading it over you once more, and sneaking under it himself. 

You shrug in what you hope is a nonchalant manner, “i just didn't wanna miss the start of the movie, it's the last one after all” 

He shoots you a suspicious look, but doesn't push it any further. Instead he leans back into the couch, and you fall backwards with him. Only this time, you didn´t move. 

Once again, you feel awfully aware of him. Your shoulder is overlapping his, you´re not cuddling exactly, but you´re sitting closer than what is appropriate for friends. 

When the light is suddenly turned off, and the movie starts, you feel his breathing. With every raise and fall of his chest, your body follows. It's barely intimate yet you feel your whole body reacting to his. It's a stark realization that you want him much closer. 

As the movie trails along, you feel your eyes grow heavy. You slide further down into the couch, settling your elbow on the back of the couch so you can rest your head in your hand. 

The entire week's worth of work suddenly seeps into your bones, weighing them down and allowing the sleepy chills to trickle across your arms and backs. You've been spending the vast majority of your hours at the office, rushing down the halls or slumped in front of your computer. 

You´re madly in love with your job, there is absolutely no doubt about that. Never in your life had you felt so comfortable in a workplace. You were working yourself to pieces of course, but you adored every single piece, favored them and savored them. 

Your favorite part was your coworkers of course, these people had become your close friends. You enjoyed their company endlessly. 

At some point, you fall asleep. You don't really notice it, at some point you stop paying attention to the screams of fear from the TV and slip into a peaceful slumber. 

A particularly loud scream echoes from the TV and you flinch awake. The TV light is way too bright, and you hide your eyes behind the palm of your hand. It's when you pull your hand up to your face, that you realize something is off. 

You feel the heavy weight around your hip, the warmth enveloping your upper body. You peek between your fingers, slowly removing your hand from your face. You immediately recognize the print of Damien's hoodie, mere inches from your face. 

Oh god. Ohgodohgodhogodohgodohgod 

There was no way you had done this. There was absolutely no way that you had fallen asleep on your colleagues chest, surrounded by all of your other colleagues. You scrunch your eyes shut, before opening them again. 

And then, you slowly peek around you. Your eyes fall between your friends and colleagues, and much to your surprise, no one is looking at you. 

You watch them for a few moments, and none of them as much as glance in your direction. You slowly allow yourself to relax, and you realize that also means sinking further into his side. 

You´re tucked under his arm, your head resting against the top of his chest. Your hand is resting beside your head, and you feel the pattern of his breathing under your palm. His arm is slung along your spine and curved around to rest on your hip. He hadn't just let his hand fall wherever it ended up, instead it was wrapped around your hipbone, fingers curved into the soft skin. 

Your breath stuttered in your throat, at how good it felt, how right it felt. You blush an unbelievable shade of red when you suddenly feel him squeeze you, obviously aware that you were awake, and trying to get your attention without alerting anyone else. 

You slowly sit up in your seat, not quite getting yourself out of his grasp and turn to face him. His eyes were impossibly deep in the dark shadows, he looked at you through his eyelashes, gently tracing your features with his stare. 

You make the first move to speak, “im sorry i feel asleep on you” 

He chuckles quietly, "that's okay, it was nice actually” 

You flush even further. You feel his breath fan across the hot skin, and you realize how close you´re actually sitting to him. 

You wanted to kiss him so bad. But you didn't. 

"I can't believe you didnt kiss him” 

You were getting a severe scolding from Angela. You, her and Chanse were out for brunch the following Sunday morning. Just two days after the movie night. You had elected to be completely honest with her about your feelings, and by extent that meant Chanse also got the rundown of your confusing situation.

“oh come on Angela we were all sitting around them like spectators, of course she didn't kiss him at our work” Chanse argued, and you squeezed his wrist in appreciation.  

“Okay fair, whatever” she leaned back in her seat and observed you for a moment, “will you ever kiss him though?” 

She asked you the question that you weren't quite ready to answer just yet. But it was one that you had considered greatly. 

The two of you were friends, that was the first obstacle that needed to be considered. Of course a genuine and healthy friendship was usually a great building block for a good relationship. 

Furthermore, you two worked together. You saw him every single day, you guided him through his work, you were his supervisor in some way. This was the first job you ever really loved, the first time you felt valued and respected for all of the things you did all day long. 

Were you willing to possibly sacrifice that for a relationship that might work?

You weren´t sure what you wanted anymore. 

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Damien Haas x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, choking, hair pulling, Dom!damien, penetration, fem and masc oral (both receiving and giving), all the sex things idk what you want from me. High sex

Description: Damien x stoner!fem!reader, what more is there to say?

Author’s Note: Once again finding my ass in the library. Super rushed run through of an edit because my phone is about to die and the library is about to close, so if I forgot to switch any moments from first person to second person I’m sorry! Enjoy tho!

It felt unreal, like the scene of a music video. The waves of your high wash over you as you look around the room, head swiveling as you took in the surroundings of his room. Low lights, tapestries, the red silk comforter on the perfectly made bed. You giggle at yourself, feeling the sheets lazily as you imagine how messed up the bed would momentarily become. 

There was something sweet about the way he moved over you, propping himself up on his elbow as he sunk between your legs, the light pressure of his bare torso pressing into yours. His forehead brushes yours, bringing you to focus on the man in front of you. Damien looks down at you, a slight look of worry on his face. “Are you okay?” You nod at him, a smile on your face.

Consent is something the two of you take very seriously, and before anything had happened, while completely sober, the two of you had made sure that what would happen was with full consent, and that, as always, that consent could be revoked at any time, from either side. Partaking in smoking was something he doesn’t do, but he did have a drink while you smoked on the patio. 

Once that consent was agreed upon, the game began. The making out on the couch and the light, gentle groping had led to the bedroom, which you had seen in full sobriety, but the mood was different now, but in a more attractive way, oddly enough. 

The way his lips hit your neck sends a shiver down your spine as he gently kisses towards your ear, his free hand resting gently on your hip, the hem of your shirt dancing between his fingers. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” His voice is low and deep in your ear, almost a growl of attraction. A ripple down your spine continues as he nibbles lightly at your ear before working back down to your neck, the kisses and nibbles painting your neck with small, light grey marks that you would probably regret letting him do tomorrow. Right now, you wanted nothing more than for him to sink his teeth into your neck. You wanted to be marked by him, as if he was branding you, showing that he owned you. 

You bite your lip at a rougher bite, a shock of pain making you let out an involuntary wince. He immediately pulls away. “I’m sorry,” he says, concern across his face. “Are you okay?”

You nod, the pain washing over you in a wave of pleasure. “Yes, that wasn’t the sound I was trying to make.”

He smiles slightly, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “Shall we continue then?” His voice dripped with seduction, and you nod, reaching down to start pulling up your shirt. 

Without skipping another beat, he helps you out of your shirt, and moves you to sit up more against the headboard. He goes back to his original position between your legs and propped up on one arm. He stares down at your breast, and you swear for a moment that he was about to drool. 

Gently, he moves back into your neck, the kisses now trailing from your neck, down to your collarbone, down to your breast. He kisses around where he can, nibbling lightly at the exposed skin. His free hand wraps around to your back, and in a swift, and fairly attractive sweep, you feel the pop of your bra being unclasped. He pulls the fabric away, kissing around the newly exposed skin as he tosses aside the bra. Your hand meets his nape, playing with his hair as he takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as his hand trails down to your shorts. It takes little time before his hand is in the waistband of your pants, impatiently feeling and finding your folds. A moan escapes your lips, and you shyly bite your lip as his middle and pointer finger gently tease around your body. 

Another moan presses against your lip, and he pulls away from your nipple, kissing across your skin to the other breast. “Let me hear you,” he says, his voice vibrating against your skin as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as the other side, his fingers lightly exploring below your waistline. You let out another moan as your hands move to impatiently squirm out of your shorts and underwear. Damien notices and stands up, yanking down your shorts, tossing them aside and to the floor before he takes off his own, moving back to his spot on the bed, floating above you. His shirt had been ditched back in the living room, some of the marks you had imprinted on him more prominent.

He continues to play around your folds teasingly. You buck your hips into his hand, wanting more. You feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses down your breasts and to your stomach. Looking up at you, his eyes look almost black. “Tell me what you want beautiful.” As he talked, his fingers find your clit, lightly pressing on it, shocks of pleasure rippling through you. He was so close, and he knew it. He was playing a game. The pressure increased as he stares up at you, slowly applying more pressure. 

“Whatever you want to do,” You manage to gasp out. He shakes his head, moving back up to look at your face to face.

“I want to do a lot of things, what do you want?”

For a moment, you think, pulling him in to kiss. His knee finds its way between your legs, his hand moving away from your entrance. You grind against his knee and thigh, and he pulls from the kiss, looking at you with slight shock and amusement.

“Needy needy,” He laughs, deeply. “Just tell me what to do.”

You whimper as you grind harder. “You, I just, want you inside of me,” Your voice is thick with need. “Fingers, tongue, dick, I don’t care.” You look him in the eyes, your forehead pressing into his. “I want you to use me.” 

He kisses you again, pressing his knee into you as his greed overtakes him, his kisses rough as he bites at your lips and his tongue entangles with yours. The interaction makes you breathless as he moves down to your chin, then neck, then breasts again. His mouth switches back and forth against your nipples as his hand finds its way towards your entrance, rubbing against your clit and in your slick before forcibly being shoved inside of you. You gasp, letting out a loud moan. It embarrasses you slightly, such a small move causing such a reaction. Damien loves it, however, as he begins pumping the two fingers in and out of you as his mouth continues to mark up your chest. He adjusts, moving down more, his fingers staying in you as he kisses down your body, resting just at your hips. He looks up at you as you squirm, a third finger slowly stretching you as it finds its spot inside of you, next to the others. 

“Is this okay?” He asks against your skin, and you nod, your hands gripping to the bedding, bracing yourself as his face goes down between your legs. He peppers your inner thighs with more nibbles and kisses, before kissing right above your clit, which he massaged with his thumb. The way he molded you in his hands like Playdoh makes you squirm, waves of euphoria flashing over you in waves as you grind into his fingers. He moves his thumb, and you feel his tongue press into your clit. You shiver as he takes your swollen clit into his mouth, sucking on it. Seeing you in such a state of pleasure makes him let out a light moan, one that vibrates your clit and sends another wave of simulation rolling through you. 

His tongue plays at your entrance as he continues to move his fingers in and out of you, curving and twisting them, each new move making you squirm into him more. Each shiver and each movement of pleasure turns him on more and more, his cock growing harder. Slowly, he removes each finger, leaving you whining with anticipation for what was next. His tongue continues to dance around you, lapping up the juices against your folds. In a sudden movement, his tongue slides into your entrance. The sucking motion of his mouth against the entrance, and his tongue dancing inside of you sends your head flying back in pleasure as a loud moan escapes your lips. One of your hands moves from the sheets to his hair, tugging slightly as he moves his tongue in and out of you, folding it and unfolding it as he sucks up whatever juices come out of you. He pulls away for a moment, and looks up at you, pure adoration and infatuation in his eyes and expression. 

“God you taste so fucking good.”

Before you can react, he moves back in, continuing to suckle and eat you out as you sputter in pleasure. “Fuck, Damien,” the words sound weaks coming out of your mouth, the pleasure almost crippling. “I’m going to cum.”

A hum of approval shakes your core as he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you deeper into his face, looking up at you as his motions deepen, and grow faster. You stare into his eyes until you can’t handle it anymore, your head falling against the headboard as your eyes roll back, your orgasm rushing over you, Damien sucking up every drop. You grip his hair a little tighter for a moment before letting it go, the orgasm, leaving you momentarily weak as you try to catch your breath. 

Damien settles you back into the bed, a grin on his face as he wipes his chin. His lips meet yours, gentle, and tasting yourself on his lips energizes you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You smile up at him. Lightly, you start to sit up, your hand resting on his chest and lightly pushing him to lay back. “What are you trying to do?”

You smirk at him. “Return to favor.” He leans back against the headboard,

and you move between his legs, taking his stiff, veiny cock into your hand. You pump up and down, placing a small kiss on his red and swollen tip. He lets out a breathy moan, looking down and watching as you lick slightly at the tip. You move down to the base, and lick from the base to the tip. You gather a pool of spit into your mouth as you suction around his tip, the saliva coating his tip. Relaxing your throat, you move your hand to his sack and begin to massage as you take his length to the back of your throat. His hips buck into your face, and he squirms and moans as you play with him, bobbing your head up and down on his length, hollowing out your cheeks. His hand finds your hair, gripping on it and pushing down slightly. 

His cock twitched in your mouth, and you pause, the entire length encased in your mouth. You move your tongue around the tip, precum sliding down your throat as his dominance kicks back into overdrive.

“Swallow it.” he moans, his voice serious and deep. You continue to bob your

head, massaging his balls as you continue to move your mouth across his length. Eventually, his load shoots into the back of your throat, almost choking you. Slowly, you pull away from his cock, a bead of spit trailing from your lips to his tip. He looks down at you, hand still entangled in your hair. “Good girl.”

The praise sends a shock to your core as you move up to look at him face to face, moving to straddle him. He looks up at you, a smile on his face. You bite your lip as his member brushes against your entrance. “Fuck, Damien please.”

He reaches down, guiding his dick against your entrance, teasingly. You move to try and sit on it, and he dodges your impatience for a moment before he lines himself up. His hands find your hips and guide you onto his cock. You wince, adjusting to his length as you sit down, taking his entire length into you, his tip hitting your cervix. 

He moves his hips, and you sit back, grinding as you hold onto his chest. He moves in a way that he can buck his hips, sending you bouncing up and down. A chorus of moans from the two of you fill the room, and you let out a yelp as he flips the two of you over, moving for him to take over on top. “On your knees,” He demands, and you flip over, moving onto your knees and balancing yourself with both hands. His cock teases at your entrance for a moment before he pulls you back onto him, forcing himself into you, the tip hitting the cervix as he pumps in and out of you, leaving you a moaning mess, scrambling to grip the sheets as he mercilessly pounds into you. His free hand moves up your back, finding its way to your hair. Grabbing a fistful, he pulls on it, and you moan, the action sending ripples of pleasure down your spine. He pulls and you follow him up. He sits back as you sit up into his lap, pressing him into you as much as you can. His hand moves from your hair and grabs around your neck. 

“You like that?” You nod, whimpering a mod as he continues to pound in and out of you. “Fuck you’re so hot.”

You bite your lip and look back at him the best you can. His grip on your throat, the praise, just, him. You were deeply in love with this man. “I love you.” You say.

His pumps get softer as he leans in and gives you a light kiss on the lips. “I love you too,” he says, then keeps moving. “Fuck, I think I’m going to cum again,”

You smile. “Cum for me,” you seductively whisper to him, your hands running from his neck to shoulders as you sit back against him, feeling his cock bruise your cervix with every thrust. He holds you against him, and his body shakes as he sends his load into your core. You grind against him into your orgasm before we both fall into the bed, exhausted. 

The two of you look at each other, smiles wide, faces and bodies sweaty. He cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing under your eye. “Your makeup looks so smudged.”

The two of you had been so enveloped in the moment you forgot that you had worn eyeliner today. “Thank you,” You say, still trying to catch your breath. 

He sits up a little. “Shower?” You nod.

“In a minute,” you laugh. “I don’t know if I can walk right now.”

He turns red for a moment, then laughs along with you. After a moment, he plants a gentle kiss on your lips, then gets up. “Let me go draw you a bath then.”

My question is, what ideas do you guys wanna read??

Ive been thinking both about a new cast/crew member OR a famous actress coming on as a guest and Damien being absolutely smitten and vice verca