☆ synopsis: on a random sunday you woke up with the ability to read minds, not anybody’s minds but your boyfriend to be specific. and boy is it not a one hell of a ride.
★ cw: no actual sex, your fuckass bf has an exhibition kink congrats (more like me but who r u guys to judge).
★ AUTHOR’s rambling: this is just a short drabble of an idea i had and needed to expand on idk if it’ll ever be a full fic but have this for now
NSFW content under the cut, proceed with caution
You woke up like any other day, nothing felt out of the ordinary. If anything, you felt extra energetic today. That was until you went out of the house to meet your boyfriend to walk to uni together.
He was saying random stuff that didn’t make sense; when you asked about it, he just looked at you confused, like he didn’t just say out loud how horny he was.
You must be hearing things; that has to be it. But it just continued on till you both reached your shared class. He sat so far away, yet you could still hear it clearly, more than hear it, you could see it.
You saw a disturbingly clear image of yourself being very passionately fucked stupid in an empty lecture hall. Leaning sideways against the professor's desk, your leg pressed against your side with flexibility you never had, clinging to the desk and begging him for more. Just what in God's name was going on?
He’d pound you so hard the desk itself will be shaking, he’ll have you just at the edge of cumming from having your guts rearranged just to pull out. Then he’ll ram back in, he’ll keep doing this over and over, allowing himself to fill up your tummy as much he wants without allowing you to cum even once.
And when its time for the lecture to start he’d stop before the class starts, and dress you back up like nothing happened. You’d have to sit in class all hot and bothered, pants absolutely ruined with copious amount cum dripping down your thighs making them sticky and uncomfortable, all the while your cock red and angry in your boxers.
Maybe just maybe, if he’s feeling nice he’d bring something to plug you up to save you the embarrassment to have to explain why the seat under you had some liquid left behind when you got up.
Back to reality, your professor's rambling seems to just fade into the background. You can already feel your body heating up, thighs pressing close together, hole twitching in anticipation, and a blush making its way to your face as the images shifted and turned.
It shifts again, and you see yourself hidden away under his desk, mouth pressed against his pubes, eyes all rolled back and watery while you take his cock fully down your throat, like your gag reflex was nonexistent. You were hidden away, and when the professor asked where you were, your boyfriend bullshitted his way out of it, but not before resting a hand on the back of your head, making you take him even further.
He’d press his foot down on your obviously hard cock in your pants, rub it up and down as you try to silence your noise from being heard by everyone in the class.
'No more,' you got up violently with your hand slamming down on the desk. All eyes are on you, you haven’t a clue of what’s going on, but you need to get away.
You walked out of the lecture room and into the bathroom. You noticed him tailing behind you, but you kept going.
“Hey, woah, hold up, dude. What’s going on? Why leave so suddenly?” He looked at you with concern, but you could see where his mind was wandering off to.
He was thinking of how attractive you looked right now: ‘Jeez, how can you walk around like this, all sweaty with a red face that makes it seem like you ran a marathon?’.
‘Honestly, did you have any idea how fuckable you looked right now?’ Following the thought with you being pressed against the bathroom door, people outside knocking, trying to get inside but wondering what's blocking it, not knowing it's just you being held up and fucked against it.
Your hand would be covering your mouth, so as to not let any noise slip out while he drove into you in a painfully slow motion. Too slow, you would feel every single inch going in and out, too slow, you would feel it drag and pass against your prostate, enough for you to feel it but never enough for you to be satisfied. You’d crave more but be unable to ask for it.
Your eyes just widened, teeth gritted, and you just slapped him. “YOUR FAULT, ARSEHOLE,” you’d scream at him, body shaking and pants incredibly tight. You decided to cut uni early and just sprint out of the bathroom with him running after you and shouting, “Wait, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did,” “DIE”.
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Male (subbot) reader, unspecified male character, r lwk a quiet moaner, creampie ngl, mask kink, tried to keep the mask part vague since there’s fabric only ones (think og ghost) and hardened ones (think ghostface (lwk thought about ‘96 ghostfaces specifically while writing)), can be viewed as lovers/fwb/etc, can be seen as continuation of the scare actors fic (but didn’t write/view it as one)
FUCKING WITH ME NOW AND IT’S ALL THAT I HAVE AND YOU’RE ALL THAT I WANT! seven minutes in heaven, mindless self indulgence
“Fuck—keep the mask.. on…” your voice gets quieter and the hand tugging on his mask weakens after each word. Shame littered on your face at the fetish reveal despite not facing him.
He chuckles deep, a faint outline of lips press against the back of your neck through its fabric, shifting the mask part to the side if needed. “Naughty boy...”
Ruining you with it on? God, he doesn’t think he can get any harder. You know just the right words to keep him going. With new fervor he readjusts the grip on your hip while a free hand flattens between your shoulder blades, guiding you into that familiar arch he loves.
“The things you do to me…” he mumbles more to himself than anything else. Hips resume its fast pace, your nails digging into the wall as paint chips and falls off. You curse him out at the sudden pace, yet it seems the words do nothing to falter his tempo.
You turn your head to the side to his, a loose grip forming around his nape as you pull him in. He nearly short circuits when your tongue sticks out and laps at the mask, licking then kissing the spot his lips would be. His rapid heartbeat dampens the short, breathy moans you let out.
Shit, maybe he doesn’t like the mask on thing anymore. He wants to kiss you so bad. Pry your lips open to expose teeth, tug your tongue out with his fingers, taste your teeth and tongue and swallow your moans. Feel you gasp into his mouth as he reaches that perfect spot deep within you.
“You’re killin’ me here.” A harsh grip lands on your thigh—surely leaving bruises—and tugs the leg out and up, forcing you onto one leg. The new position makes him hold up majority of your weight, somehow reaching deeper than before as you groan against his mask.
He feels so good, so deep inside you. His thick cock glides against your walls, bullying your prostate with every thrust. You didn’t know this position could feel so vulnerable. Hands cross against one another on the wall in front of you, forming a cushion so his pounding doesn’t give you a concussion (not that he’d let that happen).
His resolve is slowly breaking. He can’t help it, you just feel so good. Loose yet tight, pre gushing out after every thrust, insides so warm the heats getting to his head—the mask a hotbox of carbon dioxide and heat. You let out a needy moan as he shifts your body, lifting you up further so your foot can barely reach the ground. The way he’s practically manhandling you makes you mental.
He groans when your hole clenches at the change, head dipping down and the mask presses between your shoulder blades, wishing he could bite into your nape and mark up your backside. He kneads your thigh with the hand that holds it up, focusing on the feel and how his cock slides in and out of you so easily instead of disobeying your request.
Toes curls when he’s balls deep, moans ripping through your chest and his groans muffled beneath the mask. Your cock bobs with his thrusts and pre dribbles down its length, adding to the squelching noises once it reaches your perineum. His grips deadly and the angle he’s holding your thigh feels like it’s cutting the circulation off. Your body trembles against his, curses mixed with his name leaving you as your release splatters onto the wall.
Your head dips into the wall with a light thud, hole clenching harsh around his cock. He swallows his groans and clenches his teeth, hips stuttering as he bottoms out. A whimper rips past your throat at the feel of his cum filling you up. Sweat dampens his hair and wets the mask and there’s a shit eating grin on his lips that you know is there.
The moment his hands loosen you crumble to the floor, legs weak as you kneel forward, pearly white slipping out of your loose hole to splatter onto tiles. His slick, cum covered dick hangs heavy while your own cock still leaks cum as the rest trickles down the wall.
A low whistle rings out behind you, a smug lilt in his voice as he speaks despite thinking he’d have a heart attack mere moments ago. “My dick that good, huh?” The words go in one ear and out the other, a near deafening ringing in your head as you pant to catch your breath.
“Fuck…” he mumbles, tearing his eyes away as your shaky hand fingers cum out with soft moans and immodest squelching noise, forming an even bigger mess below. Perhaps he is glad you asked to keep the mask on, otherwise you’d see how hot his face is and the blood dripping from his nose.
men that worship you,who treat you like you're so fragile,constantly praising and admiring how beautiful ur body is, begging if they can just touch you, begging if they can just plunge deep in u.
men that do anything you want,any position,any k1nk,f4tish: he doesn't mind, he just wants to please u<3,,
men that gets needy when you don't let him hold your hand. breathing heavily as you bounce so good on his cock, jerking his hips up just to get deeper in you,his desperate whimpers escaping his throat as your hole squeezes him so well. he was in a daze,how could've he deserve such a beautiful prize like you?
men that just can't get enough of you, subconsciously going rougher when he's inside you, fingers intertwining as you moan out his name. he's such a good boy,just let him c4m inside u!! he'd be blabbering and thanking you constantly,he's so pathetic it's adorable,isn't it?
men that wants you to himself,who gets jealous when he sees you getting too comfortable with someone else, he'll just need you to drag him somewhere secluded where you let him fuck you until he forgets about everything that ever got him so frustrated ,,
“h—..hmff~ shit- darling..~ you feel so good around my cock-..t-too good~” he'd whine helplessly as he pushes himself inside you,gosh, you're just too pretty for him.
Hii! A request for whenever u feel like it: Yandere demon x bottom male reader who's a priest, or;
Yandere Priest x bottom male reader who's a demon!
this was a request from a while ago bust decided to publish it as my kinktober day three
kinktober day three: orgasm denial
cw: religious tones.
Tags: smut, top priest, incubus! bottom! Male reader, they're both 20 yo+
m/n walked through the church of the priest who’d found him and took him in, m/n was wearing a simple white long bell-sleeved shirt, black slacks and comfortable black shoes, he’d grown used to living with the priest sitting in the back office when ceremonies or Sunday church started. He knew being a succubus would cause panic in the small village in Summerhills, but he didn't mean to get stuck on earth.
M/n sat poking at the fruit in front of him...he wasn't used to eating human food...his energy required sex and intimacy...not...human food.
"Charlie...I can't eat this..." M/n said to the priest.
Charlie sighed and looked up from praying "and why "can't" you eat it?" He said, eyeing him.
"It's...well...succubi and incubi don't...eat food. We take energy" m/n explained to him. "So...I need...." m/n trailed off looking down at Charlie's crotch
"No. I am a priest absolutely you filthy beast" Charlie snapped back in disgust "I took you in with the kindness of my heart so eat the food”
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m/n wandered the streets looking for a club he was wearing a crop top, leather pants and heeled boots hoping to look sexy enough to catch a guy's attention to drain his energy. He walked into a club and ordered a simple drink, m/n scanned the crowd hoping to look for someone who'd take him home or at least have sex with him. He stood up and went to dance in the crowd swaying his hips lewdly, he began to grind on whoever was behind him. They grabbed his hips tightly and pulled him back against their chest making m/n gasp slightly, he smiled with his eyes closed, his butt rubbing against the stranger's bulge, he couldn't wait to go home and drain their energy. They continued dancing m/n moaning softly as the person gently kissed his neck.
“Hm…why don't we find a place to go~” m/n whispered
“Or. I could take you back home. Incubus” Charlie growled in his ear. He'd followed m/n to the club not trusting the incubus to behave and not get himself caught.
“C-charlie!?” M/n yelped spinning around. He hadn't expected Charlie to find him, let alone be the one he was grinding up against to say he was embarrassed as an understatement. The priest dragged him back to the church, every now and again m/n would stumble or replay everything in his head. Once back Charlie threw him into a salt ring keeping him trapped there.
“Now…you disgusting creature. How about a punishment?” Charlie said his voice sharp and his eyes narrow looking down at m/n who was on his knees, his tail swishing. Charlie walked over and chained m/n down with his ass in the air.
“C-chairlie….?” m/n said breathlessly.
Charlie put a cross near him as a warning….he then grabbed a vibrating butt plug thrusting it into m/n with lube or prep as punishment. He smirked as m/n writhed in pleasure moaning, his eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out. Charlie sat in his office chair. Turning the plug off every time m/n was close.
tw: takes place in s2, male reader, cheating, pretend they aren't musty(PLEASE.), riding, power bottom reader, big dick rick, reader and rick secretly have feelings for each other, dirty talk(?), reader moans like a girl, prolly occ, pathetic rick, i love lori but i can't not write this
note: pausing requests to write about my king
the news honestly made him feel heavy. he tried to act as calmly as he could after, tried to shove off the betrayal. his wife sleeping with his best friend, just because of a misunderstanding. he felt like he couldn't be upset, but he had every right to be. didn't he?
at least, that's most definitely what you thought. you knew about lori and shane from the start. didn't know how to tell rick when you found out about him. but now, you needed to be there for him.
"rick?" you opened the flap of the tent, the sun starting to set and the sky starting to get dark. rick had been sitting there by himself, head in his hands and he looked deep in thought.
"rick," you said much softer, coming to sit by next to him. you groaned, sitting with him in silence for a moment. you nudged him a bit, a small smile on your face. "hey, smile a bit man. can't have you down in the dumps, ruins my mood."
he didn't even glance at you much, still clearly upset. you'd frown again, leaning back on your hands. you didn't know how to make him feel better, you only knew him from when he first walked into the camp at the woods. you were as close as you could get with him (which was much closer than you thought.)
"rick, i..i don't know what to tell you except im sorry." sorry for not telling him you knew of the little affair, sorry that he felt as if he needed to carry it all on his shoulders. this must have hurt, must have hit hard.
he didn't look up still, didn't talk. "come on, man dont– don't leave me while you're all silent." you came to kneel in front of him, taking notice of the irritated red edges at his eyes, bloodshot veins being visible at the whites of those eyes.
god, you felt terrible. rick was tough, real tough, but it didn't stop the fact he couldn't feel what he wanted. things crashed in on someone all at once sometimes, you get it.
"hey..look at me." you knew you were crossing a boundary, you knew full damn and well that this was crossing the line. but you couldn't help it, your friend was feeling terrible you couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
he looked up, his hand wiping at his face and a sniffle coming through. "i don't..i don't know what i'm 'sposed to do no more." he shook his head, your hand coming to his cheek and his clasping over yours. his hand was shaking, gripping at yours as if you were going to turn into dust.
"..'m tired, i didn't ask for any of this-" "i know, i know." you stepped a bit closer, sitting between his legs at this point.
it was messed up, both of you knew. but deep down, neither of you fully cared. a hand gripped at your waist, the other holding onto yours. your body bouncing up and down quickly, your hole sucking him in with each time your ass touched his hips.
it felt good, so fucking good. no one but you knew how much he needed this. "fuck– fuck, rick.." half of the group were heavy sleepers, but you tried to stay as quiet as you could just in case.
you felt so full with each time you came down onto him, his dick felt like it was taking up spaces in your stomach. his tip felt like it was popping last rings of muscles that had never been reached. you bit your lip harshly, then your mouth fell open in a silent moan. you had to cover his mouth, god was he one hell of a groaner.
"shit, you're gonna get us caught.." you leaned down, putting a soft yet harsh kiss to his lips. they were somehow smooth despite all this crap going down. the kiss broke, and his words came though. "i can't help it..not when you feel so good 'round me like this, so tight."
his voice just melted you, as every little movement of his did. the tighter squeezes to his hold on your waist, the twitches of his cock inside you, the tiny held back bucks of his hips trying to plunge as deep as he could inside.
"don't say it like that..damn it," you whimpered, fucking whimpered and it drove him crazy. his hips lost control, shooting upwards and your eyes widening. "fuck—!" your hands clasped over your mouth, but your movements didn't stop. you were too driven to keep going despite the urging burn at your hips and legs.
he didn't seem sorry about it one bit, a smirk tugging at his lips. he loved each and every sound, each high moan, and pathetic whimper you let out all for him. it made him forget, forget all about it.
forget about the betrayal, forget about the pregnancy, the secrets. he just needed you, so desperately.
there was a rustle, but neither of you heard it. far too caught up. there were footsteps, neither of you heard that either. there was the zip of the tent, then a voice that made your heads snap and turn, your movements stopping.
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More Than A One Night Stand
Top Male Oc x Bttm Male Reader
I didn't think I would just whip out smut and post two days in a row after a long time, but here we are. It's obviously still not the best and my smut needs some more work to be perfect in my own opinion.
Obviously because it is smut, MDNI if you do, not my problem what you consume.
warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, pretty vanilla, overstim, mentions of consuming alcohol.
A soft sigh brushed past your lips as you felt the gentle pressure of lips on your bare skin, trailing up your arm, to your shoulder before reaching your neck. “Good morning, babe,” a low raspy voice mumbled from behind you. Slowly opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but frown for a second before you looked behind you.
There he was, the man you spend the night with after a long night with a lot of alcohol. You licked over your lips, a small hiss erupting from the action as there was a small sting in your bottom lip.
A large warm hand, cupped your chin as the man’s thumb gently caressed over your bruised lip, “Did quite some damage there, huh?” his voice was teasing, yet there was a slight concern to his words. You watched how his thick eyebrows scrunched a bit together, while his dark blue eyes were focused on your mouth while slipping a few closer looks across your face until they settled on your eyes.
“Do you want breakfast or rather another round?” the male asked while he tilted his head, reminding you of a playful puppy. Slowly your mouth opened and closed, “I didn’t think you would still be there..” you rasped out, quickly resulting in a soft chuckling from the other, “Why wouldn’t I be here? I mean– this is my home after all,” the ever so evident teasing wrapped around his words, made you scoff in embarrassment
Turning to lay on your back, there was a short silence between the two of you, as your eyes scanned the bedroom you slept in. It was rather modern looking, with a few plants and pictures giving the room some personality.
“What’s.. your name?” you asked while focusing back on the male, his brown hair messily pushed back with a hand, dark blue eyes and red spots blossoming on his neck and collarbone. His eyebrows contoured into a frown, seemingly offended by your question, before realization dawned on him, “Oh right– kinda didn’t had the time for simple introductions..” a tiny grin formed on the others lips, “I’m Aryan, definitely a pleasure to meet you,” Aryan’s hand moved underneath the blanket, grabbing your bare waist and kneading the flesh.
“(Y/N),” was your short response, before you sat up yet the hand never left your waist, “Pretty name, for an even prettier man,” Aryan’s words made your stomach tingle in a pleasant way. “Now that we finally exchanged names, how about we go back to the offer?” the brunette’s voice turned sultry as he leaned closer.
You swallowed, as you looked up into the dark blue eyes of Aryan. You didn’t stop him, as he leaned closer and placed small kisses along your neck and jaw, rather you moved your head to give him more space, feeling how his teeth grazed your skin. A small gasp left your lips as a warm hand wrapped around your cock and slowly started to pump it, all while Aryan kissed and nibbled on your neck sending pleasured shocks down your spine.
Bucking your hips into his fist, you grabbed onto Aryan’s shoulder and neck while breathy moans spilled from your lips. Your eyes closed from the sensation, before being pulled closer by your hip, towards the other. Your thighs quivered from the remnants of the previous night and the current stimulation, “Aryan–” a barely audible sound that was quickly swallowed by a pair of lips hungrily crashing onto yours.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come undone for me– how about you show me that face again, hm?” Aryan’s voice was husky, as he picked up the speed making whines escape your throat while holding onto the taller male. Just from one night, the other knew your weak spots, what brought you close to the sweet release he was working you towards. It didn’t take long for the familiar feeling in your groin to build up.
The fingers that grabbed onto your waist, digged slightly into the soft flesh, as Aryan’s eyes were trained on every little expression you made, while your hips bucked up into his fist more, he knew you were at the edge. A few strokes later, he watched in delight, on how your eyes rolled back, your body twitching and your hips thrusting upwards into his slower strokes. Ropes of white cum spurted out of your tip, dirtying your stomach and the sheets. “You look so pretty, (Y/N)..” the words slipping from his lips, were like a small drug, sending shivers down your spine.
You felt how Aryan spread your legs, fingers trailing softly on your inner thighs, making you bite onto your lower lip. Dark blue eyes clashed with your own, a small smirk on Aryan’s lips as he spread your hole with his thumbs, an almost hungry look in his eyes as he watched it clench around nothing, before teasing the rim. He looked back at you, “Can I?” he asked almost breathlessly, it wasn’t hard to guess what he wanted as his hard cock was rather obvious in your sight.
A small nod from your end was all it took for him to grab onto his cock, rubbing the precum leaking from his tip around your rim, his free hand held onto your hip as he aligned his cock with your hole, before he plunged his cock roughly balls deep into your hole, making a moan erupt from both of you.
The warm skin pressed flush against your ass, with the throbbing cock buried in you, you couldn’t help the breathy moans and sighs. Aryan on the other hand, tried to control the want– the need to fuck you until you were nothing but a babbling mess beneath him. The small bulge in your stomach made his cock throb, as he lifted his hand and pressed on it, enlightening a moan from you.
“Just fuck me,” you whimpered out as small shocks of pleasure shot through you, and those were all the words Aryan needed to pull out until only his tip was nestled inside you, before roughly thrusting back in, starting a rough and fast pace, turning you quickly into a moaning mess, firing Aryan up to keep going. As soft groans left him, he couldn’t help but admire your form. Your moans were music to his ears as he pounded you into the mattress, not even caring if he would get a complaint, this was worth it– you were worth it any day.
“Fuck you’re so stunning like this babe– so fucking perfect for me,” Aryan spoke, while his own groans and grunts sounded in your ears with his words, accompanied from the sound of skin meeting skin repeatedly . Using one hand on your hips, Aryan used the other to wrap around your weeping cock, yet again. Stroking it to the pace, he was thrusting into you, enlightening a whine from you as you tried to grab onto his hand around your cock.
He basically multiplied your pleasure, even when you had your first orgasm only a few minutes ago, you already felt how another orgasm built up and just a few rough thrust and strokes later you came undone for the second time. Yet Aryan didn’t give you the chance to recover as he kept pounding into your tight, clenching heat chasing his own release.
Whimpers and moans of pleasure left you, while your back arched. Aryan felt how his release inched closer until it was right on the edge, biting his lip harshly and gripping onto your thighs he had to control himself to not bust his load inside of you, even when you didn’t mind it the night before– “Inside or–” you interrupted quickly, “Inside– please give me.. it-” the pleads slipping from your lips sent Aryan over the edge, one last deep thrust had him buried balls deep inside of you as his release crashed over him.
Hot and thick ropes of cum, painting your inner walls white. Your hole clenching around his cock had Aryan slip out a pleasured moan, while soft whines left you. Feeling how the load filled you up nicely. Slowly lifting your legs, to sit on his hips, he leaned forward caging you in his arms, and shifting both of you into another position.
Instead of simply continuing to fuck you, even when he wanted to do nothing else than that, Aryan simply placed kisses all over your chest, neck and jaw, before reaching your lips. “I would rather than continue to make a mess out of you, but I can’t have you become a cock drunk mess without a proper breakfast first,” Aryan’s words were mumbled against your mouth, as you looked up at him through half lidded eyes, “I thought this would be a one night stand–” you mumbled your honest thought from the previous night.
Aryan couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, “I think it’s going to be more than that– the way you’re clenching around my cock is definitely speaking volumes, babe,” the teasing words made you turn your head to the side in embarrassment, “Let’s.. get breakfast,” you only said, enlightening a chuckle from Aryan, “Whatever you want, babe~”
Thinking about dom tops x sub tops where the sub has a praise kink, and you can’t help but praise him, especially whenever he’s showing off his big dick, eyes glued to the way he’s stroking it and listening to him bragging all about how he can use it.
He’d never get to fuck you, but you’re there when he’s down on all four, ass in the air, cock buried in a silicone toy,
You’ve got one hand around his neck the other yanking at his curls, your words of encouragement and praises mingling with the sound of his grunts and groans, “just like that, keep going, such a good boy”
With each word tumbling past your lips, you see him increase the pace of his hips, now thrusting erratically into the silicone cunt, balls obscenely slapping against the toy in his hand, the muscles in his back and ass clenching with every thrust.
It doesn’t take much before he’s tipping over the edge, ropes of spilling all over the toy and his hand before he flops onto the mattress.
And as he lays there catching his breath he turns to look at you with eyes half lidded and mouth agape “was I good,sir?”
