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Major shoutout to all fanfic writers this shit is ten times harder than I thought and I’m a straight A english student 😞

Izzy Stradlin smut incoming 👀

IM SORRY GUYS HOW THE FUCK IS HOUSE A BOTTOM BITCH

did. you call hilson twinks-?

perchance.

I am CONVINCED that Izzy, somewhere out there, just knows we all thirst for him 😭

Raw

His little housewife

(Dark!James Wilson x Fem!reader)

Okay, hi. First post, so no judgement. Just to be safe I’m adding minors DNI, but I can’t control what you read, so if you’re a minor, that’s your choice. Pretty strong themes, so I advice to ignore this post if you don’t like that kinda stuff. This is meant to be dark, as this is fiction!! English isn’t my first language, there might be mistakes.

Summary: Basically, the reader is Wilson’s controversially young girlfriend, who he’s been seeing for a few months. When I say reader is young in this, I mean YOUNG. Wilson’s in his mid-40s, she’s in her early 20s. He wants to make her his housewife, and she fights every step of the way, but he’s manipulative and sly. Reader is referred to as you. I hate using Y/N, but if you enjoy that more, tell me!

Pairing: Dark!James Wilson x Fem! reader

Content warning: 18+ (NSFW), non-con, big, unhealthy age gap, vaginal sex, looming threats of violence, manipulation, innocence kink, dumbification, sexism, Wilson being a horrible person in this, manhandling, use of pet names, forced breeding, gaslighting, unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it guys).

Word count: 2,201 words.

The rain landed on the window panes softly, the yellow glow of the evening light reflecting off the transparent surface. You busied yourself in the kitchen, humming a slow, improvised tune while making dinner. Your lovely boyfriend, James, would be back soon. He’d also be bringing up the topic of children again, most likely having the idea form in his head while passing the pediatrics department. James had been persistent during the past few days, often coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your tummy. He’d stroke the area where your womb resided like a polite cannibal mapping out his next dinner. Sometimes it seemed almost off-putting how much he loved touching your soft belly, other times you found it endearing.

After all, James was the kind-hearted, puppy-eyed oncologist who wouldn’t harm a fly.

The act didn’t last long.

The sound of keys jingling and the door creaking brought you out of your daze. His voice rang out through the fairly spacious apartment, warm and tired.

“I’m home, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even have time to turn around before familiar hands wrapped around your waist, and a sentimental kiss was pressed to your forehead. James’ hand squeezed your hips, his sharp nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

You giggled, pushing him off slightly, teasing him. He spun you around, a warm smile lighting up on his face when you squeaked in surprise. His beautiful brown eyes were crinkled at the corners, a slow and tedious sign of age. The greying hairs at his temple didn’t go unnoticed either.

“You’re home early.” The question was left unanswered because he noticed something out of the ordinary.

The skirt you were wearing was unusual and sexy. James had to voice his opinion as soon as he noticed it. A frilly white thing, meant for a warmer atmosphere that the weather forecasters had promised next weekend.

“Oh? You in a skirt and making dinner. Must be going to a funeral.” He earned a half-hearted smack to his shoulder for that comment, but he simply smirked.

“I had a work party today.” You answered, voice calm and even.

Wilson raised a brow, leaning down until his breath fanned across your lips. His hand landed on your thigh, inching upwards and under the skirt. Your breath hitched, lips parting as his index finger brushed against your covered slit.

You were dry.

James’ brow furrowed, fingers pressing and rubbing, but he was met with a frown from you. You grabbed his wrist, pulling it away.

“I’m not in the mood, James.” You mumbled, pouting slightly.

He didn’t seem to understand that. It was like a switch flipped. His hand twisted from yours, making a gasp leave your suddenly dry lips. Your tongue darted out to wet them, and his brown eyes turned dark. James pushed you into the counter, hands reaching up and fumbling to push the material up.

“J-James? Stop. What are you doing?” You whimpered, but your attempts to wiggle away were futile when he turned his voice so soft and accusatory.

“Darling, I worked hard all day, came home to such a delicious sight, and you’re not even excited to see me?”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. A tug and they slid down your thighs.

“N-No, I just-” you tried, you really did. He just didn’t listen.

“You know, you’re so unappreciative of me,” he ranted, perfect pink lips curling into a sort of snarl.

“I work all night and day, come home and expect food on the dinner table, or at least you with your legs spread on it. What do I get? Nothing.” James continued, twirling you around to make you bend over the sleek surface of the counter.

His hand smacked your ass once, earning a yelp. The action left a sting, and Wilson smiled when you clenched your thighs. He cooed in your ear, his belt buckle pressing into your back with a sharp intensity.

“God, imagine you as my wife. Pretty sundress with no panties on, bent over every surface while I pound into your sweet pussy. Always ready for your husband.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your neck.

The sound of his belt being undone echoed in the otherwise empty kitchen, and you could only plead him under your breath. James ignored all of it, talking over your please’s and stop’s. His slacks were next, button popping open and fly hastily zipped down. You could feel his hard dick plop out as soon as he moved his boxers, the tip landing on your inner thigh.

“Mmm… can imagine you all dolled up, wearing make up and formal clothes, not those ugly flared jeans or whatever you kids wear nowadays. Women fucking dress like men” His tip pushed forward towards your folds, sliding in between them.

He rutted his hips forward, moaning with a growl in his voice. His shaft slid between your thighs with struggle, the missing presence of your natural lubricant making it harder to move. Strong, somehow still gentle arms landed on the counter before you, trapping you in his hold. One of them was spat on, the sound harsh and disgusting as he used his saliva to make himself slick.

“S’good, sweetheart. Fuck… should make you my pretty little housewife.” He growled, reaching up to grope your breasts, hand sliding beneath your shirt.

His hand squeezed and cradled, rough, overworked fingers tracing the material. He suddenly spread your legs wider, and with little to no prep, he popped the head of his cock in, the bulbous pink of it disappearing into your seam. Inch by inch, he filled you up, until he physically couldn’t go any more. There were a few inches left, but being in the position they were, or the fact that women only had limited space until the cervix, he couldn’t push in.

“God, you’re so pretty. So sticky inside. You’re my good girl, right?” He asked, panting and heaving as he started moving into you.

Silence. The only sound from you were the choked sobs you tried to hide from him, the whimpered pleas falling from your lips like a prayer.

Wilson didn’t appreciate that. After all, he provided for you. Your shitty job didn’t pay that much, did it? He made 6 figures, while you barely made enough to scrap by without him. At least, in America.

“I said- Who’s my good girl?”

His voice was agressive, scratchy as he rutted into you like a stag did to a doe during mating season. The tip of his length repeatedly bruised your cervix, your wetness seeping and leaking all over his slacks. It drip, drip dripped all over the floor like an icicle melting from the summer heat, and it helped James move swiftly.

“M-me.. I’m your good girl..” you sniffled, moaning softly when he hit that spot inside you. It felt like betraying yourself, but James knew her body better than anyone, inside and out.

He hummed in affirmation, his cock twitching inside your pussy like a rhythm of a slightly off-beat song. The hands moved down from your chest to your thighs, his grip marring your soft, squishy flesh. It would undoubtedly bruise, the marks blossoming in purple and yellow colours.

“Gonna put a baby in you, sweetcheeks. Fuck, you’re so adorable. Would you like that?” He moaned into your shoulder, thrusts getting sloppier and faster, as his free hand slid down to rub your little bundle of nerves.

Those words instantly made you shiver, your body fighting to push him out. You weren’t ready for that kind of responsibility. You were barely out of university, you had student loans, dreams and many journeys planned. Your parents would be absolutely devastated to find out the old man that they thought was ‘just a phase’ would get you knocked up.

“N-no. James, pull.. pull out,” you fumbled over your words, trying to turn your head around so you could see the manic glint he probably had in his eyes.

Key word: tried.

The other hand mawling your thigh moved up promptly and grabbed the back of your head, not so gently pushing it down. You wiggled and squirmed, but his thick, firm legs encased your hips, making any movement impossible.

“No.” He snorted, sounding almost offended you even offered that idea. “I thought you liked it when I got mean and scary? You mentioned that when I was fucking you silly, practically crying into the pillow when I hit this little place.” Wilson’s lips brushed your ear, delicate and curled into a horrid smirk.

The man suddenly pulled out, angling himself before slamming in once more. The squishy, soft head of his dick kissed that gummy spot, and you nearly threw up at the force. It knocked the wind out of your heaving lungs, and for a moment, your vision doubled. James didn’t stop. He kept pounding there repeatedly, his fingers drawing figure eights on your sensitive, throbbing clit.

In another situation, if he wasn’t actively trying to baby-trap you, it would be a charming smile on his face. Now, not so much.

The older man continued talking when you stayed silent for too long. Your breathing sped up immensely when he uttered those next words, sounding so strange coming out of the boywonder head of oncology.

“Taking me so well, baby.. I’m going to pump you so full of me, you’ll look like a cream doughnut. Nghh..” he gasped, his dick bucking into you a few more times, and you completely lost it, simultaneously.

Like most of the things in your life were.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, and you clenched around him involuntarily as his seed painted your walls white. His tip was notched deep inside, butting your cervix with every tiny twitch. Wilson’s moans turned into soft-sounding growls, and then whimpers. Most of his words weren’t comprehensible, although you made out a selection, and they made you sick to your stomach.

The oncologist felt his semen start leaking from around you, and he couldn’t have that. He slid out and back in, collecting it on the tip before pushing it so it reached the entrance of your womb.

5 whole minutes passed, and James remained glued inside you, ensuring nothing came out. James finally sighed contentedly and popped his softening penis back out, tucking himself back into his now stained slacks. He didn’t move away, though. Wilson looked down at your shivering, tired body, his soft digits running over your spine.

“I love you, darling.” James smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of saying it back. The warning squeeze on your waist made you choke on sobs, hiccuping and stuttering like you used to do when fighting with your mother.

He finally turned you around, tilting your chin up to catch his gaze, to no avail. You merely stared at his polished shoes, hoping the ground would swallow you whole. A tsk left his pink lips, before his thumb and pointer tightened their hold, making you instantaneously look up. There was no guilt in his eyes, no doubt or apology for defiling his younger lover.

Just pure satisfaction, maybe bliss. Definitely delusion, that you also enjoyed it as much as he did because he made you cum. That what he did wasn’t horrible, and that it wasn’t animalistic.

“I said, I love you.”

“I-I.. I love y-you.. you too.” You finally got out, dry heaving.

James looked like a smug deer, a stag who had just mounted the youngest doe in the clearing. After all, if a fawn was over 80 pounds and had her first heat, she could breed.

It didn’t matter that there were blaring red lights in someone else’s head, warnings that this wasn’t right. It didn’t matter that the doe was bleating and kicking him off, calling for her mama.

It didn’t matter that her back was shaking from the weight he held, the grace she had overruled by the pure muscle he carried.

Because that was how it was in nature. Animals didn’t care, they didn’t have laws amongst them, protecting them from harm.

A fox wouldn’t just stop being a predator because the rabbits told him it was inhumane to kill and eat them.

A wolf wouldn’t stop devouring flesh, even if his prey’s offspring was starving and half-dead somewhere in a hole.

But you weren’t animals. What James did wasn’t excused by nature, wasn’t acceptable in their society and definitely inhumane.

To make matters worse, he didn’t even react when you seeked comfort. You grabbed onto his blazer, bawling your eyes out into his chest. He didn’t look ashamed when he cooed and hushed softly, wrapping his arms around you.

It was disgusting, how you still clung to him, like he was your saviour. Like he wasn’t the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“Stop crying.” Wilson said firmly, his brown eyes never holding a hint of remorse, but instead annoyance.

‘Or I’ll give you a reason to cry.’

His eyes betrayed that saying burned into his own memory, how it affected his views as a child.

“My sweet little housewife.”

Crush

Pairings: 90s!white trash!stepdad!tommy lee x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, AU (hes not a rockstar in this), age gap (Tommy is 35 while reader is 19), rough sex, oral (both receiving), stepcest, squirting, written on my phone, kinda mean!tommy (?), and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

The sun was shining in the late afternoon, you were in the backyard lying on your stomach in the grass while reading a magazine. Bikini top and daisy dukes, with rollers in your hair. Suddenly, the sliding glass door opened and your step dad, clad in only jean shorts with no shirt, yelled, “Where’s my playboy?”

Shit.

Of course you knew the magazine you were reading belonged to him, but you were curious enough to read it anyways. He spotted you immediately and walked up to you, snatching it from your grasp.

“Hey!” You exclaimed with furrowed brows.

“You like reading this shit?” Tommy asked, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“I was just curious about it. I thought you read it already since it was laying haphazardly on the coffee table.” You shrugged.

“Curious? What, are you a lesbian or something?”

“No. I just wanted to know why you liked these magazines so much.”

The brunette’s eyes trailed over your body, licking his bottom lip. “See anything you like in there?”

“Not really. Just a lot of naked girls and beer ads. Articles about ‘how to make her cum in 10 seconds’ such bullshit.”

“You think a man can’t make a woman cum in 10 seconds?”

“I doubt it.” You replied sassily.

“Want me to show you?” His question shocked you.

“I- um- what?”

“You heard me. You think a woman can’t cum in 10 seconds? I wanna prove you wrong. Come on.” Suddenly Tommy grabbed you by your arm and pulled you up, dragging you towards the house.

“Let go of me, you creep!” You yelled but you made no incentive to escape his grasp. Instead, you let him lead you to the living room, sitting down on the peeling leather couch.

Coke bottles lay on the coffee table along with an ashtray which included several cigarette butts inside. The carpet was stained, possibly from beer. The TV was outdated. Everything about this house made you loathe it even more, but you stayed. Something told you to stay, and maybe that was this moment right here, when your step dad is kissing your passionately on the lips while he palms your breast through your bikini top.

To your annoyance, a wet patch formed in your panties. You let out a soft moan when he started suckling on your neck, bound to leave a hickey. Tommy reached behind you and untied your bikini, letting it fall off to expose your perky tits.

“Fuck, look at these beauties…” you giggled at his words but the laughter quickly turned into a whimper when he began to twist your nipples, toying with them. His bulge was more prominent now, and soon enough you found yourself on your knees between his spread legs, working at his belt.

Your eyes widened as you watched his large erection spring free. “Go on, baby.” Your step dad encouraged softly but his soft tone didn’t hide the desire.

You slowly licked it up from the base to the tip, before sinking your mouth down on his whole length. “Fuck, babygirl. So fucking good at that…” Tommy moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, looking him in the eyes as you did so. He tasted perfect.

Soon enough he pulled you off of him and you took your shorts and panties off. Lying on the couch, your pussy was leaking onto the leather. The older man looked up at you between your legs and grinned before flicking his tongue just so on your clit. You gripped his hair as you whimpered and moaned, feeling his tongue on the places you needed him most.

“You taste so fucking good…”

“Tommy!” You cried.

You felt your orgasm bubbling up inside you, arching your back and crying out as you came without warning. You gripped the couch cushion with your other hand as your moans and cries filled the room.

Your stepdad made sure to lap up every single drop of your release, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk, his lips and chin shiny from your cum.

And then soon enough, you were bouncing on his cock while he leaned back on the couch. You felt him hit crevices the boys you hooked up with could never even touch. Your makeup was a mess, running down your cheeks while your rollers were falling out of your hair.

The brunette smacked your ass as you continued to ride him, staring at the wall while your backside was to him.

“Thatta girl…” he smacked your ass again making you whimper. Your moans were borderline pornographic, you couldn’t keep yourself quiet even if you tried.

“Mmm…I’m gonna cummmm” you cried out.

“So am I, babygirl. Fuck…ready for this big load?”

“Oh yes!” You moaned as you clenched around his cock, your release squirting out of you while he releases his white hot seamen into your tight cunt.

You slowed, coming down from your high. You leaned against him, your back against his chest.

“We’re gonna be doing this whenever your mom leaves.”

Freaky ahh

haiii can u write smth where youthanasia dave takes readers virginity and makes a sextape about it? 😪 can you.... please....... i beg...

A/n: not the same but I have an axl req that this reminds me of

Warnings: smut, losing virginity, sextape, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You sat on the edge of his big bed, mattress dipping under your weight, while you watched Dave, your much older boyfriend, set up a camera on some sort of tripod.

His comforter was soft, not fluffy but soft, and definitely new. You looked over it, all black, and squeezed it in your hand. "Can you smile for the camera, love?" Dave asked, looking through the lens as he adjusted the angle.

You smiled, more at the name than the command, cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. "Is it ready yet?" You asked, shifting slightly. Since you started dating Dave a few months ago you knew he'd be the one to take your virginity, all your friends had lost theirs and you were just waiting for the right guy, Dave was definitely the right guy, you just never thought it would be in front of a camera.

Dave tilted the camera again before hitting a button and nodding. He stood up straighter and walked around the camera to you. He cupped your face in his big hands, making you look up at him; his eyes were dark and gently, yours were nervous. You weren't innocent by any means, Dave had definitely made sure of that, but you weren't experienced by any means, having only an idea of what was to come, what it would be like, and that didn't include the camera at all.

"It's just the one, right?" You asked. "And it stays here? The tape."

Dave nodded, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling, I wouldn't let anyone else look at you like this, it's just for me." He assured, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "The album is almost done, which means we'll be going on tour, which means I'll be needing something to get off to while I'm away." You couldn't help but suck your lip between your teeth, thighs pressing together at the thought of him getting off to a video of you.

"You're wearing that outfit I got you, right?" He asked, brushing some of your hair out of your face. You nodded, eyes starting to trail down his body which was currently blocking you from the view of the camera. "Why don't you show the camera, huh?"

He moved out of the way, your gaze followed him but turned to the blinking red light staring at you, waiting for you to do something. You stood up, starting with your shirt, then you shoes and socks, finally your pants, until you were left in the dainty little white matching set Dave had gifted to you a week prior. This was important to you, he knew that, so when you finally felt ready he wanted to make it memorable to you.

Dave eyed you closely, no shame in his gaze and where it fell. "Grab your chest, push it together for the camera." He said, making vague hand gestures. Your gaze flickered to him but you did it, he went behind the thing to make sure it looked good in the dim lighting he'd set up in the bedroom. "Good... that's a good girl," he said, the term making you feel a pulse in a much deeper place than normal, "now turn around, bend over the bed, let me see you." He continued, setting up behind the camera a little to watch.

Again you did as he asked, moving slowly, hesitantly. You laid your top half over the mattress, showing the little fabric between your legs, over your cunt that was already getting wet at Dave's voice, his little names for you.

"Pull your panties to the side." Dave said, one hand on the camera while the other went to his jeans, palming himself through the thick layer. Your fingers tugged at your panties, giving him and the camera a good view of you. "Now push a finger in." You had to look back at him at that, over your shoulder with your brows knit together. "Come on, you know how to do it, gotta get yourself prepped for me, darling, it's not gonna be easy fit." He said with a chuckle, his eyes just warm enough to hide the terribly filthy thoughts of you, ideas of what he'd do to you later.

You swallowed thickly, fixing your panties to the side before getting your hand between your legs and sliding a finger in, drawing a heavier breath from you. He didn't have to tell you how to touch yourself, you knew that part, pumping a finger in and out before adding another, soft moans starting to leave you as your curled your fingers to hit that one spot.

Dave's groans slipped into the room, his hand now fully in his jeans after he unzipped his fly and stroking his hardened cock through his boxers. "Darling, do you want some help with that?" He asked, waiting for you to look at him again.

Your brows raised. "Help?" You asked, Dave had fingered you on a few occasions, his fingers were thick and calloused, skilled from years on guitar. Most importantly, he loved making you feel good, more than just making you cum he wanted you moaning his name the whole way through because of his work. "Yes... Yes, I want help, Davie." You said, hand slipping from your heat.

Dave smiled and pulled his hand off of himself, quickly coming over to help you. He lifted you onto his lap, hooking your legs over his so the camera could see exactly how perfect you were. He ran his fingers through your folds, using his free arm to wrap around your midsection and hold you tight to his chest, his head on your shoulder. "Look at my pretty girl, so needy for me." He mused, pushing two fingers into you, drawing a sharp gasp from you. "Tell the camera who's pussy this is." He ordered, lips frisking the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over the side of your face.

"It-it's yours, Davie." You said, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of you making it harder to speak, breathing getting heavier.

He sucked his teeth and pulled his fingers from your pussy, giving it a harsh smack, right on your clit. Your eyes shot open at the sting, body jolting. "No, tell the camera who you're giving your virginity to." He repeated, rubbing small circles onto your sensitive nub. "I'll want to hear you say it over and over again when I'm on tour, love, so say it." His words got harsher, but he could see you clenching around nothing so he didn't bother dialing it back for you.

"Giving it to daddy..." You said softly. "Belongs to daddy." Dave smiled, pushing his fingers back into you and resuming his ministrations a little faster.

"That's a start, you can do better than that though, can't you?" He asked, kissing down your neck.

You gave a small nod but he wasn't looking for an answer, just proof. "My-my pussy belongs to daddy, my virginity is daddy's to take... only daddy gets to make me cum." Dave groaned at your words and you could feel him twitching against you.

"That's my girl." He praised, moving his fingers faster, scissoring them in and out of you before adding a third. "You know just what to say, don't you? You're sure it's me taking your innocence?" He teased, knowing you wouldn't lie to him about this.

"M'sure, daddy." You breathed, one hand clawing at his jeans, looking for something to ground you while he was curling his fingers just right. Your other hand went to his hair, tugging on it gently but the action still made him groan.

Your moans started getting higher, louder. Dave knew you were getting closer and he didn't stop you, making you cum while he was still fully clothed was candy to him, he could get you off looking so desperate and he could walk out of that room almost like nothing happened, so long as no one caught him fixing his fly. Luckily you were in his house and no one was walking in on you anytime soon, but the camera's red light blinked at you while your eyes fluttered, Dave's fingers not changing a thing as you neared your released.

Dave gave you a squeeze as you came, getting you back for sucking his fingers in so deep as your eyes rolled back into your head. His gaze flickered between you and the camera, smiling to himself and he knew he'd be smiling as he watched the video later.

Your body melted as you came, moans settling down as Dave slowed his movements, letting you ride out your high without wanting to overstimulate you just yet. "Now-now it's your turn." You said, moving off his lap but Dave stopped you, holding your hips down.

"I don't need a turn, darling, my focus is on you tonight." He assured, kissing your cheek. "Let me focus on you tonight, you need it more than I do." You nodded, knowing there was no room to argue with him. Not that this was a bad deal for you, all his attention, affection, him being completely devoted to you for a night. "Just get up for a second, would you?" He asked, pecking your shoulder as he let go of your hips.

You managed to get to your feet but your legs were wobbly so Dave sat you back down next to him, wrapping an arm around you. He lifted his hips and got his pants and boxers off, kicking them somewhere else in the room with the rest of your clothes, his shirt following shortly behind, now he was more naked than you but he didn't plan on taking anything more off of you, he liked you like this.

He got up from the bed, you watched his cock just dangling there. You'd seen it before, taken it in your mouth while drool dribbled past your lips, had your hand wrapped around it while he bucked his hips up, soft whines leaving him as he ached for release. Now though, it just hung there, precum already beading at the slit, his tip all red but it faded out before his ginger bush which you refused to let him shave because you loved shoving your face in it.

He pulled out the drawer from the nightstand on his side of the bed and pulled out a box of condoms, already opened from his last relationships which were just groupies. He ripped one from the strip and opened it, checking for any holes before he did. He tossed the wrapper away and slid the blue thing on. "Do you really need that?" You asked, still just staring at his cock.

He thought for a moment before crawling onto the bed. "Not really, as far as I know I'm clean, but I'd rather get tested before risking it on you." He said, kissing your shoulder first and then meeting your lips.

You returned the kiss with fever, leaning into his touch as his hand came to your cheek. Dave stayed behind you, moving you centered to the camera while his kisses moved down your neck. “It’s a hard choice, you know.” He said, his hands moving down your sides to your hips. “I could watch your face now, but I want to savor it forever.”

You looked back at him, lips parted with heavy breaths. Your breathing had mostly calmed down since his hands between your legs, but his lips on your skin made you hot. “Savor it? Why?” You asked, brow raised curiously.

Dave smiled at you, turning your head back so he could kiss you. “You’re only a virgin once, darling, wanna make the most of it.” He explained, lips never going more than an inch from yours. “It’s going to feel good and I’m going to see it all over your face.” You bit your lip, his fingers were a lot already, and he wasn’t small by any means. Dave gave your ass a gentle pat and gave you one last kiss. “Don’t worry about it for now, ok? Just look pretty.” He said, kissing your shoulder again.

There was a strange sound and you looked back to see him stroking his cock, lining himself up with you before you felt him on your hot cunt. He held you against his chest, the little fuzz rubbing on your back, in his later years he started shaving less as a whole, especially with your love for his body hair.

“Here,” he started, wrapping an arm around you again, “hold onto me, be more comfortable.” Your hands found his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze as he pushed his throbbing cock against you, the tip just adding pressure to your clenching hole.

His cock slid into you, the lube of the condom mixing with your slick. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to him as he went but you were already halfway to stupid as he stretched you out, effortlessly hitting every spot. Dave bit back groans at how tight you were, it didn’t help that your gummy walls were sucking him in deeper. His hips bucked, the last inch or two snapping into you.

Dave waited a moment for you to adjust to him, he waited for a sign but you were silent. When he finally turned y0ur head to make him look at you he saw the tears pricking your eyes and was quick to bring a hand to your face, swiping his thumb over your cheek. “Oh, my sweet girl, can’t take it?” He asked, voice not nearly as teasing as it could be.

You inhaled shakily, grip on his arm tightening. “Please, daddy… feels so good.” You mumbled, much to Dave’s amusement.

“Really?” He asked, pecking your cheek. “Come one, tell me what you want.” You whined, he just laughed deep in his chest.

“Move… I-I want you to fuck me.” Dave didn’t need to be told twice, immediately pulling his hips back and rocking them forward. He went slow at first, listening to your moans as they filtered past your lips with a needy desperation to cum even when he’d just started.

Gradually his pace increased, finding a good rhythm that had the room filling with your loud moans and skin on skin. “Look at yourself.” He said through grunts. “See that little bump?” He asked, letting your gaze fall to your stomach you saw the bulge formed from his cock. “Look at how deep you’re taking me, how much you love this.” He moved a hand to your stomach, pressing lightly on it so you could really feel it. “You love this.” He repeated.

You nodded and looked to the camera, feeling its beating red gaze on you again. It didn’t feel judgemental or harsh, it was different now. Your legs slid further apart, Dave hit impossibly deeper in your cunt and it made you gasp, eyes widening. He made a point to hit that same spot over and over while your moans got louder. “Oh! Fuck, daddy, please! I-I can’t- I can’t take it, please!”

Dave groaned, the sound falling right into your ear as his head rested on your shoulder, body pressed completely against you. “Yes, you can, you’re doing so good, taking all of me, everything I give you.” He praised, kissing that sensitive spot on your neck. “You can take it, my love.” You whined but his names for you always made your knees weak, and he knew it.

Your whines got more desperate, your nails digging into his arm and pulling on his hair. He pulled out of you, only making you whine louder, cunt clenching around nothing, the sudden loss finally snapping the dam that held back your tears. Dave let you crumble onto the bed, laying on your stomach in front of him.

He hovered above you, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck. “Roll over for me, dear.” You sniffled, looking at him over your shoulder before doing as he requested and rolling onto your back, his arms keeping you caged under him.

He smiled down at you, a hand cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away the few tears that escaped. “You’re so beautiful.” He mused, kissing away the tears on your other cheek. “This’ll be better, alright?” His hard on was heavy on your stomach, a visual for just how deep he truly had been in you. He sat back, taking his hand from your cheek to take your hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, the other hand went to fix himself with you, allowing him to push in again.

Again he went slow but didn’t bother waiting this time. He moved much slowly this time, not at an agonizing pace, more sweet and tender, a little snap to his thrusts. His gaze stayed glued to your face, looking for any sign of discomfort but all he saw was lust, the flutter of your eyes as that knot got built right back up much faster than it had before. “This is better, isn’t it?” He asked, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You nodded, moans flowing with your breathing. “Better.” You said.

“Just wanted to see my face, didn’t you?” He asked, moving a little faster now but still not what he was doing before. “What a sweet girl, loves her daddy so much.” He still held your hand but with his free one he held your hip, thumb stretching to rub your clit, tilting your head back with louder, airy moans.

Your own free hand reached for his, holding his wrist but not stopping him from touching you. “Daddy, I-I’m gonna- hah~” You could barely get the words out before being cut off with more moans.

Dave shushed you. “I know, love, I know, just feel good, don’t worry about talking, alright?” He said, pulling you up to sit in his lap, rocking his hips up. His arms wrapped around you, holding you while he fucked you nice and slow, passionate and deep, your moans filtering right into his ears as they got louder and higher, your gummy walls squeezing him tighter until you finally came around him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself tight to him as pleasure wracked your body. Dave kissed between your neck and shoulder, his movements becoming jerkier while he tried his hardest to muffle his grunts. “I’m sorry, love, I’m so sorry.” He said, letting you fall back onto the mattress again. “Just look at the camera.” He said, lifting your hips a bit as his thrusts became harsher, your eyes widening as he pounded into you. “Just look at the camera.” He didn’t hold back his groans anymore, how good he felt while splitting you in two.

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Treat Me Wrong

Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink

warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI

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“I think we should break up,” you say.

Tommy’s face twists in anger and confusion. “Where’d you get that idea?” he asks.

This is exactly why you want to break up. He’s so dismissive and he doesn’t respect you. He’s sitting relaxed in his chair like you didn’t just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?

“I’m not happy!” you say.

Tommy scoffs in response. “You live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?”

“Love and attention,” you huff.

“Christ,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?”

“Not all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"

"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."

His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.

"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"

Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"

"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"

He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.

"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.

"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.

"I have certain needs that they satisfy."

You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."

Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."

You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."

He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"

"Yes, Tommy."

"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"

"Why would I get upset?"

Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."

"Harsh?" you ask.

"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."

"Okay," you breathe.

Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.

You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.

You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.

"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.

Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.

“Wet already? Didn’t think whores got off on their work,” he says.

Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.

"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.

"N-none," you whimper.

"Sounds like business is slow."

He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.

"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.

"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.

"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."

You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.

That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.

"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.

"No, sir," you reply.

You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.

"Mm, good."

He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.

"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.

With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.

"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."

You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.

"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."

"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.

"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"

It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.

"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."

"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."