All John B Wanted For His Birthday, Was To Watch You Cum. Over, And Over Again.

all john b wanted for his birthday, was to watch you cum. over, and over again.

he still wore the birthday crown that you gave him as he curls his fingers inside you, working you over once more. john b wasn’t being mean, nor was this any type of punishment. infact, he was being incredibly generous, letting you take each round of pleasure without any resistance. he simply was enjoying the show.

“gonna cum again for me?” he asks through a smile, voice deep and raspy and delicious in the way that only pushed you further to that point. with how many orgasms he’d given you, your juices dripping down his wrist — it was hurting. but the good kind of hurting that sent you into a greedy delirium of wanting more, knowing nothing but your brunette boyfriend and his magic fingers.

despite this, even in your hazy subspace you attempt to withdraw, not wanting to seem too confident incase you couldn’t deliver another. “i can’t!” you shudder through teary eyes. with sympathy, john b nods slowly — all whilst placing his thumb over your nub and stroking it in that way that made your legs shake. your legs fall open wider.

“yeah you think so? you done now bubba?” he lilts sympathetically, the kindness in his tone never diminishing as he watches your stomach tense, drawing you closer.

dumbly you respond “yeah.” with a pout that he returns. again, he wasn’t being mean at all.

“aw okay. let’s try though, yeah? gooood girl.” he croons like it’s just so simple, and for some reason it is. it was like your body knew that whatever john b said to you, you had to listen. like clockwork, he feels you clench around his digits, and your clit throb.

“m’cumming!” you admit in a quiet tearful squeak, panting as you squeeze your eyes shut. he nods slowly in approval, despite you being unable to see him.

“i know baby, iiii know.”

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as you’re parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

kinktober | cam girl - j.h.

kinktober day seven - sex work

pairing: jim hopper x plus size!camgirl!reader

wc: 3.33k

summary: when you hosted a halloween raffle for your customers on your cam site, it just so happened to be that the winner was your own chief of police — jim hopper.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! minors are NOT welcome, NO AGE = BLOCKED! sex work, cam girl!reader, dirty talk, slight knifeplay, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, penetration (sex toys), squirting, mentions of fake blood

an: this is VERY late. please forgive me as i try to catch up LMFAOOOO enjoy!!!!

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JIM WAS A DIFFERENT MAN behind his uniform and badge, he was a different man when it was just him alone, his laptop, his solace. 

he was a hungry man, who hadn’t felt much of a woman’s touch in a while. not since work got heavier, days got longer— he didn’t have the energy to look for a companion. to hopper, he didn’t feel like the hottest man in town. 

getting older, gaining a little weight, being a little too mean to anyone he didn’t know – being alone seemed inevitable. 

but he found comfort in something. it was his guilty pleasure, as people would say. but he didn’t feel guilty, because stumbling upon a certain cam girl site led him to you. 

it wasn’t ideal. the idea of sharing your body for the world to watch and see was deathly terrifying. but the money. when you were in your early teens you always felt ugly, everyone made it known to you that fat was ugly. they tried to convince you to hate yourself, and they did. 

but then you got older, you turned eighteen, and then you were twenty three — in a grown woman's body. but the attention you got now felt forced, only because it was new to you. you found that people would pay to watch you naked, see you play with yourself, spend hundreds just to get on the phone with you. 

doing this for a while you learned how to not get discouraged, or tired of it. this week was especially long for you, sitting at a desk typing in numbers all day, but then saturday came around. 

halloween. your favorite holiday, and in the spirit you were doing halloween deals on your page. you had a decent amount of following, over one thousand people who subscribed to you, paying monthly just to access your videos and photos. 

you lived under the name of theevxmpg1rl, something that’d been a username since you were younger for your social medias, but described you still. 

you situated yourself in front of your camera, clicking on your computer until the camera got you in full frame, sitting on your knees with a bloodied kitchen knife in your hand. you were wearing the tightest white dress that hugged your rolls and pressed your breasts so they sat firm. 

the white button up dress that came just below your ass was soiled with fake blood, you even added a little nurse’s hat to try to put some sense behind the outfit. you were going for a silent hill nurse kind of vibe, just without the gauze. still, you knew and that’s all that mattered. 

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jim was home alone again, laying in nothing but his boxers  with his laptop directly on his lap. jim was one of th many men who joined the halloween raffle you announced at the beginning of the week, and it wasn’t until it was eleven fifteen on halloween night when he got a notification. 

congratulations! you’ve been selected as the winner of theevxmpg1rl’s halloween raffle! please follow the link below to join the video chat!

jim had to read it a few times back before adjusting himself in front of the camer once he followed the link, which prompted him to a screen that does the audio and visual checks. jim clicked the camera off, a little nervous to be on chat with you and only you. 

it was only two minutes when he saw you pop up on screen. smiling as you adjusted your dress lower, you looked at the familiar username that popped up in your chats a lot. 

“hi there, congratulations on winning this little raffle i had going,” you said and waited to see a face on screen, instead just a black profile picture. 

“uh, thank you.” jim said hesitantly, feeling himself grow half hard at the way you were dressed. 

“so, you have forty minutes with just me, do you have any ideas of how you want to spend those forty minutes?” you said with seduction, hoping maybe he’d take open the camera. 

“you look real pretty sittin’ like that,” he said in a low voice, the stranger’s voice booming through your laptop. you felt the bass in his voice hit straight to your core. 

you blushed, smiled and looked down at your knees, “thank you.”

jim was getting more comfortable by the minute, watching you squirm and he hadn’t even shown you what he looked like. he was nervous that you’d recognize him, that is if you lived in the area,  but luckily he didn’t need to show his face. he pointed the webcam downwards so that it cut off at his neck, and sat back against the headboard to show you what he knew you were wanting. 

he was admiring the way your body was shaped, every roll and inch of thickness that was added on your body made his cock stiffen. there was just so much of you, all for his eyes in this moment.

“why don’t you stand up and take that little costume off, yeah?” he asked, and you obliged with a fit of butterflies in your belly. 

it wasn’t until you used the kitchen knife to pry the buttons of when you saw the picture flash into an actual video feed, with a gruff man in frame but only from the neck below. you were okay with this, because when you fixed the camera you were able to see that he had is large hand in his boxers, stroking himself to you. 

it spurred you on, furthering the wetness between your thighs and you managed to take the bloodied dress off, leaving you in a black lace underwear set. the blood from the dress stained your skin, but jim didn’t mind. you being in the spirit made him smile, and groan at the sight of you doing a three sixty, bending over once you show him the fullness of your ass. 

“you’re fuckin’ unbelieveable,” jim breathed out, catching the authority in his voice without missing a beat. 

“would you like me to take anything else off, sir?” 

it startled him a bit, and his hand gripped the shaft of his girthy manhood, watching as you teased your fingers with the waistband. 

“cut those fuckin’ panties off, baby,” he ordered, and like an obedient girl you were, you took the kitchen knife carefully as you stood up and turned back to face the webcam, sliding it under the fabric nd sawing through the lace. you repeated that on the other side and spread your legs a little so they could fall to the floor. 

you dragged the tip of the knife up the thickness of your thighs, scrapping it against the curves in your belly, up your waist and over the cups of your bra. 

“you know, i wasn’t always a fan of blades,” you trailed as you moved the blade behind your back, turning and wedging the blade under the stretchy fabric of the band, “but i feel like maybe i’m starting to like a little danger,” 

you looked over your shoulder as you cut through the band and let the bra go loose, sliding off of your arms. 

jim took in the shape of your back, the way it curved at the waist and how your ass looked from behind, thinking of all of the ways he’d make you beg him to stop with tears in your eyes. 

“yeah, ‘s that right sweetheart?” he asked behind the screen and you turned, letting the ruined bra fall to the floor. 

you stood in front of your camera that sat on your dresser, pretty halloween lights surrounding your room and coloring you red and orange. 

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling your cunt pulse at the sight of him freeing his hardness from his boxers. 

it was a little above average size, but the thickness of him made your mouth water. he looked heavy, almost impossible to take in your throat without feeling the searing stretch. 

“fuck, you’re so thick, i love how pretty your cock looks,” you flutter, dropping the knife and pressing your tits together for him. 

“you think so? think i have a pretty cock?” he asked and you nodded, loving that he could see all of you but you were still wondering who this mystery man was. 

your customers had no obligation to show you their face or even turn their cameras on, but for some reason you were yearning for a face. 

“i think so,” you smiled and sat on the edge of your bed that was positioned in front of the dresser. 

“fuck, just like that, let me see you spread those pretty legs for me,” he groaned, his hand pumping his thickness in his palm, wet with spit. 

jim was too eager, he felt, too eager to see all of you. 

“what do you want me to do, sir? do you want me to play with myself?” you asked nervously, with sultry added to your voice. 

“i want you to cum with me, baby, don’t cum until i tell you to, you got that?” he firmed up, moving his hand to his mouth to spit more and rub it on his angry head. 

“but,” you started and he cut you off. 

“it’s yes or no sweetheart,” 

“yes,” you said, defeatedly. 

“yes what?” he urged again, and you bit your lip as you opened your legs further to show him the slick gathering between the fat of your lips. 

“yes sir,” 

he watched you grab pillows from where your headboard was, and stacked them to lean on and sit with your knees to your chest. 

“do you want me to use a toy?” you asked coyly. 

jim thought about it, and felt his cock throb at the image. 

“yes baby, grab one of your dildos, can you do that?” he asked softly, the fluttering in your stomach only growing as you smiled and reached over to your night stand. 

you opened the drawer to pull out a neon pink dildo that was not nearly as thick as him, but well endowed enough for you to feel full, as full as you could feel without the real thing. 

“you’re fucking pretty like that, love watching you fuck yourself dumb,” jim admitted and you bit your lip, bringing the tip of the fake cock to rub between your lips and against your clit. 

jim was imagining it as himself, teasing your tight hole until he finally gets wet enough with your juices to slide inside. he wanted to be the one filling you up and watching you squeeze around his cock. 

“you’re one of my top customers, sir, do you watch me a lot?” you asked in a breath as you watched him pump his swollen cock, and moved the shaft of the pink toy between your cunt lips. 

watching the way your cunt sucked the toy in without even sliding inside of you made his leg twitch, moving it to bend at the knee as he stroked tighter. 

“i do, baby. can’t help it when you have such a pretty, thick fuckin’ pussy,” he breathed, sitting up a bit more, “fuck, i think you’d look real nice sittin’ on my cock, get you soakin’ me,” 

you saw the slight chub of his belly, the hair on his chest and the thickness of his thighs — all manly. 

the hair on his arms and the thickness of his fingers wrapping around his shaft to jerk himself off, ignoring the burning desire to see the man behind the username. it was causing you to clench around nothing as you leaned back on the stack of pillows, letting on hand squeeze at your breast and the other guiding the tip of the toy to stretch your hole. 

“that’s it, honey, let me see how much you can take,” he said gruffly, a low rasp in his voice that added to the powerful aura. he seemed like he was used to being in charge, getting what he wanted, knowing how to get what he wants. 

all you wanted right now was to be what he wanted. 

“mmphf, fuck, i-,” you gasped as you sunk the toy further into your cunt, “-haven’t fucked in a long time,” 

jim groaned at that, watching how your cunt stretched around the toy the further you welcomed it inside of you. 

“aw,” he cooed and you heard the slick rhythm of his hand stroking his cock, “i bet you wished you did meet ups yeah? i don’t see how anyone wouldn’t wanna fuck that pretty face,” 

“fuck, fuck so good, ‘s fuckin’ good,” you moaned and bucked your hips as you tried to copy the same pace jim was going. 

when he realized this, he felt his balls tighten and let out a throaty moan. 

“oh fuck, you need this cock that bad? tell me sweet girl, tell me you need me,” 

you did what he asked for. you weren’t going to say no. 

“yes! yes sir! please, i need you, need your thick fucking cock inside me,” you cried as you threw your head back, the juices around your toy gathering to tell the entire neighborhood how wet a random man on the internent had you. 

“oh baby, you sound so fucking pretty, so needy,” he taunted and you could practically hear the smile on his words. 

“cus’ i need you, need your dick,” you cried as you pushed the toy deep inside you, hitting a spot that sent twinges to your clit. 

“think about you suckin’ me off, honey, all the time, any time i can,” he admitted through the computer and your body responded to his. 

you watched as his sloppy fist pumped around his cock, throbbing for you as you continued your pace with your dildo. you pulled the cock all the way out of your hole, just to prod the tip between your pussy lips and fuck your hole with just the tip. 

“fuck,” you cried, feeling an unusual build up in your tummy, “want your cock, want it so bad,” 

jim was watching you fuck yourself, the way you fucked your hole with just the head of the fake cock and watched you play with your nipples. it was too much, so much to take in from you and he groaned loudly, watching as you started to squirm. 

“fuck, fuck ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum,” you chanted and jim tsked. 

“not yet baby, what did i say?” he ordered and you whined, moving your other hand down to rub firm circles with two fingers on your clit. 

“doing so good, come on, talk to me princess.” he asked and you cried, clearing your throat. 

“please, let me cum on your cock, let me soak it please, i wanna cum for you, just you, wanna show you how much i need your cock,” you moaned, imagining his thickness filling you up until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“so fucking big, so thick, gonna stretch me out so much sir,” you added and he grunted, his fist massaging at his head as he thrusts into his palm. 

“fuck, fuck baby go on, cum for me, let me see you cum on that cock,” he strained as he neared his own orgasm, watching the desperation in your eyes turn to glee. 

your fingers rubbed firmer, faster and you moved the dildo to slowly slide back inside of you and when you felt the stretch again — you let out a throaty cry when you felt the tension of your release break. 

“oh my ff-” you tried, “cumming, ‘m cumming,” 

something inside you snapped, and the tension in your lower belly spread through your body as chills ran over and you heard something sort of a faucet running. 

but it was just you, making a mess over your bed and letting this man watch as you squirted for him on the dildo. your legs shook and trembled as heat flooded your face, eyes rolling back and letting your body convulse at his doing. 

“oh fuck,” he grunted, thrusting one last time into his fist before he lets spurts of cum hit his belly, wincing with every stroke and calling just for you. watching you had been one of the best things he’s seen in a while, and only made the need to have you even stronger. 

like that’d ever happen. 

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stepping into the new holiday season took a lot out of you, especially with going to the supermarket for christma decorations a little towards the middle of november. 

you went in for a couple of things only, not focusing on the rest of the world just about what you need. of course, until you got so distracted you back up into a tall, full figure. 

you turn in the aisle, scanning up the frame you bumped into and meeting with a beige police uniform, and up to the unshaven face of jim hopper. of course you didn’t know who he was, but he knew who you were. you were too entranced by the roundness of his face and the mustache that sat on his top lip, until he raised his eyebrow at you. 

“oh! i’m so sorry, sir, i just wasn’t paying attention,” you blushed and his throat tightened at the formal name you gave him. 

there was no way you’d know it was him that night, the one that watched you squirt for him. so he needed to play it cool, especially finally seeing you in person. full, luscious and gorgeous — clothes hugging every curve that he’d have memorized. 

“it’s alright honey, honest mistake, yeah?” he says, his frame towering over you. 

“yeah,” you said shyly and looked down the aisle under his gaze, “honest mistake.” he was gorgeous, sculpted like a man who could protect you if need be. he made you nervous and it wasn’t just because he was the chief. according to his badge, at least. 

“are ya new in town?” he asked, moving his hat off of his head and into his cart he had. 

“sort of, didn’t even really know they had an actual police department here.” you said, half joking. it was a small town, and seemed a little run down. 

jim just chuckled, and shook his finger at you, “you’re funny,” 

you just blushed, putting the christmas lights you held in your hands in the basket. he watched your every movement, watched you turn and face him again while you inhaled and exhaled. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

“well, i better get going. have a good day, sir.” you smiled, pushing your basket down the aisle as he watched you leave. 

“have a good day, honey. let me know if you ever need anything.” 

you just smiled and thanked him, turning back and walking to turn into another aisle. he itched to see you again, needing to hear your voice in person again. 

that night you got a message from the same user who gave you butterflies in your stomach, and who watched you strip bare for him on halloween night. 

should be careful who you bump into these days, honey. didn’t want to say anything in person so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but you’re even prettier in person. you know where to drop by if you ever need some help. 

you hiccuped, instantly typing back to the man in uniform. 

that was you? you’re the chief? 

he responded swiftly, quickly. 

does that make you uncomfortable? 

you grinned at the text box, moving your fingers around the keyboard. 

no actually, i might have to drop by the station now that i think about it. need a little bit of extra help from one of the guys there, you wouldn’t know anyone who could be of service do you? 

i do, actually. he’s the chief, just call this number here and he’ll get to you as soon as possible, baby. 

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the way choso/sukuna would definitely say those exact same words, have the same exact look on their eyes as theu fingers your pussy with their long, thick fingers for the first time, as their thumb stroke your sensitive clit, pinch it. their eyes lustfuly watching the way wetness gush out your tight little pussy.

"it's so warm, so good i want it around my cock". "does this feel good? where? here?". "more more i want to hear more of your sounds". "is every human this sensitive or is it just your pretty little pussy?".

their eyes widen as soon as your back arch, and thighs tremble as you squirt out with a scream, hot stream leaving your pussy and spilling on their face- they whimper once they feels the hot liquid, opening their mouth wide, drinking in the hot liquid that kept gushing out, your body shakes- you cry ashamed and turned on by what's happening.

your stream kept going- making their eyes roll back into their skull and cumming undone on your bed sheets, locking their mouth into your tiny pee opening just below your clit, drinking in every last drop.

you lay down twitching every once in awhile as their hot breath lands on your pussy, you wanted to die from how embarrassed you felt- ashamed that you had peed, squirt on them.

"one more please?" they whispers into your pussy giving it kitten licks, staring at you.

we all write about how sukuna wouldn't be a virgin but if we think about it, sukuna definitely wouldn't be sexually active especially, or at least he wouldn't know yet about all the filthy kinks that exist now but it didn't exist at his time so ;3

Girls with round faces and girls with soft bellies and girls with curves and girls with broad shoulders and girls with wide hips and just. big girls in general <3