#smut post

𐙚…when precrash!natalie sneaks in the middle of the night and uses a strap on to pleasure you!

content warnings : smut,uses and mentions of sex toys,dirty talk.

author’s note : not sure if i like this one…anyway,english isn’t my first language so please be nice! hope you enjoy…masterlist.

THE COLDNESS OF the outside wind makes you shiver,putting the covers higher on your bare knees.Natalie stumbles as she get down form your window,you smile at the familiarity of the scene.

Her sneaking out into your room in the middle of the night while everyone asleep,just to mess around like the two promised each other when it all started.

You wouldn’t have guess it will turned into something this inmate where unspoken feelings and holdbacks words would eat both you up.

“Goddamn it.” She mutters as she adjust her hair who fell into her eyes.Her form brings a unshaken warm feeling in your chest.

Her hair are tied in a bun,letting her bangs fall onto her forehead,she’s wearing a baggy sweatpants with a oversized black hoodie.

She closes the window,kicking her shoes off before going to lay with you.Like she did a millions of times before.

“Hey you.” You hold the cover up to let her slid into it before immediately wrapping your arms around her.“I missed you.”

She smiles at the missed feeling of your body against hers,her hand finding your back.“We saw each other this morning.”

“Yeah,but i couldn’t do any of these things.” You let a sigh.Your relationship,if you could call it that way,is complicated.No label,secrets touches and unspoken promises.

“Hm..what kind of things,baby?” She pat your back,making you look up.She has that grin on her lips you know so well,the one challenging you with her flirty voice and desperate for your touch.

“Uhm,like..that” You reach up,holding her face to put a soft kiss on her lips before bringing your head back against her chest.

“Hey,who told you to stop? Come back here.” You laugh,letting her wet your lips with hers.She rolls you over with her strong arms,weaving your lips together.

Her tongue slid to dance around yours,her fingers gripping your clothes desperately.Her kisses grew harder and more intense as dominance take the best of her.

She can’t control the desire of shaking and ruining your little miss perfect appearance.Her hand slides down the skin of your bare tight,teasing you like she adores to.

“Nat,i need you so bad…” You whisper against her lips,feeling a growing ache between your legs as you pull her closer,wrapping your leg around her waist.

“Hey,baby? Look at me.” You lift your eyes filled with desire to hers at her command.

“Want the strap?” Her words echo inside you,deepening the ache between your legs.Its like she read your minds,knowing how to make your body vibrates with need with just words.

“Please,nat..” You nod,letting her pull away form your body.You instantly miss the heat radiating from her but you let her search into your nightstand,like she did countless times before.

When the sight of the pink toy hanging form the leather strap,you let out a gasp form anticipation.You bit the smile off your lips.

She put it on,adjusting it around her waist.She spread your legs,taking off your last piece of clothes and throw your thong on floor.

“I’ll never get tired of looking at that pussy.” You let a strangled scoff,rubbing your tights together.

“Want you so bad.” You remind her as her gaze stays between your legs,wrapping them around her waist.

Her finger find your hole,finding it soaked with your arousal.She smiles with pride.“My girl.All wet for me,you’re almost dripping on the bed.”

She pulls you closer,taking the toy in her hands.She teases you,rubbing the top around your hole.You let out a moan.

“Please..I-come on,please.” You begged,your fingers gripping tighter on her hoodie.

“I know baby,i’ll take care of you.” She promises,and you believe her.She always does gals care of you,never stop until you’re dripping down your tights and crying out.

She finally push into you,her hands staying on your spread out tights as she lets out adjust.You whimper when she finally gives you what you so desperately wanted.

She start moving,doing back and forth gently inside of you,knowing the length of the toy could make it harder to adjust.

“Feels good baby?” You nod,letting louder and louder moans at her movements.

“God,please Nat-” You cry out in the pillows as her pace grew even faster,making you lose it.She hitting you in all the right spots like she knows your body like the palm of her hand.

“Just like that…fuck!” Her hips are hitting right against your tights,going faster and faster.

She wants to see you completely fall apart under her touch,ruining every once of your innocence.She loves it,she getting off harder then she should at seeing you lose control.

“Are you gonna come for me,baby?” She can feel it,the slight tremble of your legs,the way your moans are growing louder and more desperate.“Oh my god!Yes!”

She worships every once of your body with her movements,making you even more hers.

“I’m coming!I’m coming,Natalie!” You let out,your juices soakening the already wet toy inside of you,letting drops falls onto the sheets.

You never last long under her touch.You swear she could make you come by just playing with your breast.Actually..she has.

“Good girl.” Her words echos in the room as she rides your orgasm.

Your parted lips stay opens,literally trying to hold every moan as your conscious self remind you of your parents’s presence.

“Fuck,you’re dripping baby.” She gives you a last jerk before pulling out the toy,a fountain of juices coming out of your hole.

She throw the toy aside,laying next to your amazed form.“Thank you for fucking the shit out of me.” You let out,breathless.

“Anytime,baby.” She gently yanked your naked body against her,her finger sliding between your legs again.

She lets out a deep and pleasure moan at the feeling of your juice leaking around the top of her finger.She put it in her mouth,sucking it off with a gentle smile of her face.She just can’t help herself,the taste of you on her tongue makes her feel things she never experienced before.

You find this quite adorable and finally end up giving him what he wants, slowly, you sink onto his cock while he lets out a moan and grabs your hips.

“F-fuck h-ha…! O-oh my god.. I love you- I love your pussy s-so much..!”

Part 1 here

Jack helped Robby to his bedroom, knowing the way like it was his own home - it was at the very least his second home, with the amount of time he spent there.

He pushed Robby into the bed, helping him undress until he was left in mother but his boxers, his tight black boxers that left nothing to the imagination.

Jack would be lying if he said the way his belly and hips hung over the waist band of them didn’t distract him, the way Robby was so tall and broad but soft around the middle. Jack would be covering him in his marks the second he got the chance. His mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth into the flesh of his stomach and hips.

“Cmon, Mikey, on the bed on your knees, chest down, just like that, good,” he praised from behind him, gently removing his prosthetic leg before taking up residence behind him. “If you want me to stop or slow down, anything, you have to tell me, okay?”

warnings ↬ NFSW, smut, creampie, possessive behavior, face fucking, nipple play, light somnophila (Ousuke falling asleep still inside you), spanking, oral (giving+aggressive receiving), public sex, praising kink, rough sex, belt bondage, angry sex, marking, Masturbation, dacryphilia, Ousuke being an ass, mentions of orgasm denial, Gn human! Reader, Minors pls DNI 🔞

note ↬ I literally have the fattest crush on this man and it’s currently like 3 am. Not to mention I’m bored asf </3 Also, I don’t think there’s any stand alone fics for him yet so here ya go! My grammar is horrible and pls ignore my incorrect use of commas.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly gentle and honestly? It’s kinda scary. If he doesn’t immediately fall asleep afterwards, he’ll clean you up, change the sheets, then hold you close and rest your head on his chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part(s) of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you: Your hips, thighs, and ass. He's super handsy and loves grabbing, squeezing, spanking. He’s almost obsessed with the way your body bounces when he's taking you from behind. He especially loves leaving hickeys in places, like your inner thighs so only he gets to see them.

On himself: His back and arms. Boosts his ego the way you cling to them and leave scratches. It only turns him on more and makes him go harder.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ousuke is the possessive type so expect a ton of creampies. He’d make sure to fill you up, then stand back with a smirk and watch as it starts to seep out. Oh! And your ass and face? It’s all fair game.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One day, when you were out with some friends, he snuck into your drawer and stole a pair of your underwear. He jerked off to the scent of you buried in the fabric, groaning your name under his breath with your panties wrapped around his fist like a sick obsession. He's done it more than once, but of course he'll never let you know! He’d keep taking your underwear (never putting them back) and you’d be left confuse as to why you’re running low.

“Hey babe? Do y’know where my new underwear went?”

“Nah. You should honestly keep better care of your stuff.” This fucker…

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Doesn’t have a crazy amount of experience, but it’s more than enough. Has had a couple of flings in the past but they lacked the emotional intimacy of it all. Well, that was before you came along of course!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Love, love, lovessss doggy. He loves pulling your hair as you’re bent over with your ass clapping against his hips.

A really close second would have to be reverse cowgirl. He’s a total ass guy so watching you ride him while still seeing your ass bounce against him? He might just cum right there.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not really, he’s serious and aggressive most of the time. But in those rare moments you make a joke, he’ll let out one of those breathy laughs and be like

“You’re still crackin’ jokes huh?” Then immediately slam harder into you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed. It’s not overly neat, just managed.

When it comes to you? He really doesn’t care whether you’re shaved or not. He’ll still go down on you without a second thought and doesn’t believe it gets in the way of anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s definitely rough love, but never detached. He’ll show his love through his intensity. There’s lots of eye contact, talking, hand holding, forehead touches, and he’ll make sure he talks you through it.

“Look at you takin’ me so well baby, it’s okay, you got it.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Isn’t the biggest fan of it. He’d rather wait for you, but if you’re away from some time and he really misses you, he’ll pretend it’s your hand around his cock and imagine your sweet moans. He’ll finish fast, all while growling your name under his breath.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ousuke has sooo many but the main ones are def hair pulling and marking. Whether they be hickies, love bites, handprints, etc. He thinks they look super hot on you and loves seeing his claim on you. He’s also super into spanking, especially when you’re being bratty and talking back.

Lowkey? He really loves bondage. He loves holding your wrists down, tying you up with his belt, and having his way with you. And angry sex? Oh my god, this man lives for it. He comes home from work and wants nothing more than to take all his anger and tension out on you, and he’ll make sure you feel it.

“Just shut up n take it! That’s all I need from you right now.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly doesn’t care where yall do it. He’s down to do it anywhere. The riskier, the better. Alleyways, hallways, rooftops, anywhere he can bend you over.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s the type to get insanely turned on after a huge fight/blowout between yall. Seeing your face all flushed while you’re mad and yelling, maybe even trying to shove him? It flips something in him. That angry tension? It makes him want to take you right there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He hates the idea of anyone watching. Exhibitionism? Hell no. Risky places are one thing, but if someone's outright watching or trying to joining in? He's instantly pissed.

Threesomes are also off the table. He's too possessive and protective for that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving: He acts like he’s not into giving until you let out those sweet little moans, and when he see’s those cute expressions on your face? Good luck cuz it’s over. He’s not stopping until you’ve cum a minimum of 3 times.

Receiving: He’s aggressive as fuck. Will literally face fuck you while you’re gagging around him and crying on his cock. He’ll pull your hair and buck his hips forward so you can take him deeper down your throat. He definitely prefers receiving, but don’t mistake that as him not wanting to give.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s no surprise that Ousuke is always rough, aggressive, and hard. But during those rare emotional nights or quiet early mornings? It turns It’s slow, sensual, and overwhelming as he drags it out with purpose.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All the fucking time. He lives for them. Quick hallway fuck before a mission? Yes. Bending you over the sink while brushing your teeth? Even better. Especially when they’re risky. It just gets the adrenaline flowing through him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

1000% a risk taker. If there’s even the slightest chance of getting caught? He’s more than turned on. Semi-public places, someone overhearing, during an important dinner, you name it. It gets the adrenaline flowing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man fucks how he fights: passionate and hot-tempered. Even when he's tired, shaking, and sore, he will not stop until you're on the verge of passing out from overstimulation.

His crazy ass is definitely going anywhere from 4 to 7 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh my god, this man despises toys. If you own a toy and he finds out about it, not only is he going to be pissed, but he’s also going to use it on you just to prove a point.

“What’s this piece of plastic got that I don’t?”

“Your toy don’t do that, huh?”

“Your toy ever make ya scream like that?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing, especially when you’re being bratty. He doesn’t even try to edge you. He just toys with your nipple and trails his fingers up your thighs until you’re desperately begging for him. He honestly just does it to fuck with you while he watches with a smirk plastered across his face.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud, but very vocal. Expect a lot of cusses, growls, grunts, and groans. Has this unforgettable rasp in his voice when he’s close.

“Fuck baby- y-you’re gonna be the death of me…”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ousuke secretly loves when the roles are reversed and you end up dominating him. Of course his ego would never let you know this and he’d act like his usual cocky self- but when you pin him down and take control? He’s all yours. His favorite part is when you deny him his orgasm, make him beg, or hold him right on the edge.

“Ya think you’re funny? Just wait till I get my hands on you.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s definitely above average. About 6.8 inches but thick enough to stretch you out curves to hit that spot. The first time you take him fully makes you tear up from how full he makes you feel. He knows exactly how full he makes you feel. Gives you that shit eating grin when you gasp at how deep he goes. The fucker knows exactly what he’s doing.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Crazy high sex drive and he’s not ashamed of it. He wants to feel you against him constantly. It’s so bad even Tsukuyomi starts to notice. Doesn’t matter if he’s tired, pissed, or fresh off a mission- he’ll come home and immediately press you up against the wall.

“Just one round. C’mon… I need to feel you.”

It’s never one round…

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Literally passes out on top of you the moment he’s done. Sometimes still inside you. Sleeps like a baby and has his arms lazily thrown over your waist or thigh. Will NOT let you leave his grasp and will literally lock you in his arms if you try to escape.

(RWBY)

Weiss, despite you not having the biggest breasts, did you ever flash guys like Jaune? Even if you find it beneath you?

“Tell anyone what I did here..,” She lifted up her shirt to flashed Jaune her small, attractive tits at him. “…I’ll end you.”

X-xx-X

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Bratty!Reader

War-torn intimacy, brat taming, emotional tension, control battles, NSFW

Warnings: MDNI, rough sex, light choking, spanking, emotional undercurrent, dom/sub power play (reader pushes, Ghost punishes), praise/degradation, soft aftercare

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The door slammed harder than it needed to.

Ghost barely looked at you as he entered, soaked in rain and silence, the kind of storm he carried with him more often now. War stuck to him like second skin — every step a reminder he belonged to something you couldn't touch.

He dropped his gear piece by piece. Vest. Boots. Shirt. Silence.

You leaned back against the headboard, legs bare, tank top loose and falling off your shoulder just enough. A challenge hung between you like smoke.

“You could’ve called,” you said, voice sharp, eyes sharper. “But I guess you were too busy being someone else’s good little soldier again.”

That got his attention.

His eyes cut to you — narrowed, dark, unreadable. You didn’t flinch. You never did.

“What’s your problem?” he said flatly.

You tilted your head. “Maybe I don’t like being the last thing you crawl back to when the killing’s done.”

His jaw flexed. “You think I do this for them?”

You snorted, biting back a grin. “No. I think you don’t know who you do it for anymore.”

There was a beat of silence. A warning.

Then, “You wanna keep running your mouth, sweetheart?”

You pushed further, peeling your top off slowly and tossing it to the floor like a dare. “Maybe. Unless you’re gonna do something about it.”

The look he gave you could’ve burned through walls.

In two strides, he was on you — hand fisting in your hair, mouth slamming onto yours in something far too rough to be romantic. He kissed like a threat. Like you were the only thing that made him feel anything anymore, and that terrified him.

Your legs wrapped around his hips without hesitation.

“You need to be reminded who you belong to?” he rasped, breath hot against your throat.

“I belong to me,” you hissed, arching into him. “But you can try to convince me otherwise.”

He growled low in his chest and shoved you back into the mattress, tearing your panties down with practiced ease.

“You always talk this much?” he asked, fingers curling around your throat just enough to hold you still.

“Only when I’m bored.”

He slapped your inner thigh, hard enough to leave a print. “Let’s fix that.”

And he did.

He sank into you with no patience, no sweetness — just need. Raw and brutal. Like he was trying to fuck the ghosts out of himself. Like you were the only thing that reminded him he was still human. And you — you met him thrust for thrust, moan for moan, nails dragging down his back, gasping demands into his ear.

“Harder, Riley. Is this all you’ve got?”

He pushed your knees up, folded you in half, drove into you like the war never ended and you were the only home he had left.

Your bratty attitude crumbled fast. All the teasing dissolved into broken moans, fingers grasping, begging.

He didn’t stop when you came the first time — or the second. He chased every twitch and whimper, hand wrapped tight in your hair, his voice a low snarl against your cheek.

“That mouth of yours…” he growled, hips stuttering. “Made for sucking cock, not smart-ass remarks.”

You grinned, fucked-out and breathless. “Could be both.”

He laughed — dark and breathless — and kissed you like he was still starving.

When it was over, when you were trembling under the weight of him and your thighs slick with the wreckage of it all, he didn’t speak for a long time.

Then, softer: “I’m not theirs. Never was.”

You turned your head, brushing your lips against his jaw.

“Good,” you whispered. “Because I don’t share.”

He laid there with you, body wrapped around yours like armor. The kind he didn’t need to take off.

And for once, there were no orders to follow. No mask. No fight left.

I apologize for the delay; it took me some time to write... (Also, please don’t send too many… I don’t want to burn out.😅 I will get to them at some point just not immediately.)

but here it is as requested: