Cw: Smut, Fem!reader

cw: smut, fem!reader

Rug munchers, jungle explorers, bush divers. Call them whatever you want and they'll wear that title with pride because they're not scared of hairy pussy. They like how you look with hair.

They don't give a fuck whether or not you shave but they prefer it if you don't and they make that known to you. They like her hairy, and you better stop being worried that they're gonna judge you. You're both grown ass adults, you're supposed to have a little hair.

What kind of person is scared of a little hair? they think that mindset is pathetic and roll their eyes at the very idea you'd be less sexy to them unshaven. They'll pull your sweet pussy down on their face and go to absolute town down there and thoroughly enjoy it.

One Piece - Shanks, Robin, Crocodile, Zoro, Ace, Tashigi, Roger, Beckman, Killer

JJK - Toji, Nanami, Shoko, Sukuna

Hot damn!

THE ROOMMATE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your hot roommate brings out the dirtiest side of you

parings: roommate!jk x pervy!roommate!reader

warnings: mature language and content, spying, solo masturbation, lewd thoughts, slight jealously, underwear stealing, abnormal behavior (on both parts) mentions of pillow humping, wet dreams, fantasies, etc.

genre: smut, drabble

word count: 660

a/n: quick little one shot as a thank you for all the love you’ve been showing me, i promise to keep writing the filthiest works for you guys <3

pervy!roommate!reader who has jungkook completely fooled. he thinks his cute housemate is so innocent. what he doesn’t know is that you’re a deranged slut that’s been yearning for him since you’ve laid eyes on him.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s attraction to jungkook starts off as something sane. your behavior progresses into stuffing your pussy to the thought of him, stealing his used boxers and trotting around in them when he’s not home, and staining the same pillows he lays his head on with your sticky cum.

pervy!roommate!reader who goes brain dead whenever jungkook is speaking to her. whether it’s about your half of the rent or what groceries you want him to go get, the only thing you can think about his having his dick down your throat.

pervy!roommate!reader who wakes up with her panties clinging to her pussy from the wet dreams she has about jungkook, desperately wishing to make the images of getting destroyed by him into a reality. every morning is a constant routine of rubbing your sensitive clit, hoping he’s listening to your soft cries for him on the other side.

pervy!roommate!reader who feels like she hits the jackpot when she catches jungkook fisting his huge cock in his room. the door is cracked open just the right amount to where she can spy. it’s so wrong to invade his privacy, she has time to walk away, to shut his door even. instead she feels her fingers creeping up to cup her breast, rolling it around while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. this could be her moment, her chance to finally relieve his dick that looks like it’ll burst any second if it doesn’t have a cunt squeezing around it. instead she falls back, rubbing one out while watching him before going back to bed.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s visibly upset every time jungkook brings a girl over, dramatically slamming her bedroom door and making noises around the apartment to disturb him and his company. suddenly she needs jungkook for every little issue she has which causes his little hookup to dip out on him. he’d be more upset if his roommate wasn’t enough eye candy for him to get off to alone. either way he’s satisfied.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s scent on jungkooks pillows doesn’t go unnoticed. he’s breathing you in every night in the spot where he lays his head. your aromas make his dick stand up, aching and hurting from neglect. he could call someone over, he has girls lined up and waiting for him. yet the only thing that sounds satisfying is his pretty little roommate. he thinks he’s going crazy when he hears your small pants and moans of his name with the wet, sloppy sounds of your cunt following after.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s panties start going missing and popping up with globs of white substances in them and notices her roommate avoiding her more often. jungkook is suddenly too busy to hang out and too busy to have dinner with you. jungkook starts getting risky, leaving his door open while pumping his cock. he only does it when you’re not home, just in hopes that you’d walk in and drop to your knees when you saw him struggling to cum without your touch.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s nerves are running rampant at her and jungkooks game of cat and mouse. when he sends her a “we need to talk” text various scenarios and thoughts begin to go through her head. yet nothing could prepare her for jungkook’s distressed expression as she sits in front of him on the sofa and he runs a tired hand over his face while hovering over her. her eyes widen, watching the bulge in his pants grow to an inhuman size. and she sure as hell wasn’t prepared for his next proposal, something she thought she’d never hear from him.

“doll, as much as i love licking your slick off my pillows how about you use my cock from now on? yeah?”

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Can u do a story with gun woo and he's a sub and it's fem reader dom with like overstim for him to the point we just drain him of every last morsel of cum in his body until he's basically crying and spewing nothing but incoherent begs to stop of course is consensual tho between both party's 😇😇

The flicking flames of the candles lit up the pitch-black room and cast an ominous, seductive glow. Your hand caressed your boyfriend's soft calve and trailed up from his thigh up to his firm chest. His heartbeat sped up wildly under your touch, and you could feel his unconcealed shudder of anticipation.

Gunwoo was truly beautiful, with his soft black locks lying messily over his forehead and blindfold. His kissed red, plump lips were shaped in a perfect O, as he tugged and struggled against his bonded wrists and ankles. His firm and defined chest heaved like he couldn't breathe.

"Jagiya, you're not b-being fair." He whined pathetically, lifting his hips in the air, bucking into the air. His cook stood tall and proud; the pinkish tip leaked pearl droplets. You chuckled, eyed his dick without shame, got in between his forced-apart legs, and laid down. "Never said I would be." You grin and drag your tonight flat against his twitching length to the tip before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. You were awarded by his sweet cries for mercy. This went on for a couple of hours, your mouth would bring him to the peak of heaven and then have him plummeting to earth, edging the poor man. Finally, after his tenth missed orgasm, you decided you were gonna treat yourself.

Sitting up, you swung your leg over his hips, his member lined perfectly with your dripping entrance. With one hand, you kept him lined to your core, and the other rested over his heart, "Buckle up, buttercup, this cowgirl is ready for her ride." That was Gunwoo's only warning before his cock was suddenly embedded in your wet, gummy walls.

You laughed as you already felt his seed squirt rope after rope. His hips stuttered, and moans ran out his lips like a river. "Really? You couldn't hold it? Pathetic boy." You scolded him mockingly as you lifted yourself until his tip was the only thing inside before slamming down. Exotic noises of wet, squelching of your slick, cum filed cunt along with sweaty skin slamming together was a fire mix tape to your ears. "Jagiya! I-no more cum- S' much" Gunwoo cried, unable to finish one sentence, his blindfold soaked with his salty tears and his hands braced on the rope of his bondage. "Oh, but you can." You purred, enjoying this all too much as every bounce had him spilling his seed. It had become too much for your sweet boyfriend.

"One more for me baby, promise." You lean down, breast against his chest, and catch your boyfriend's lips with yours. Your hips continued to work up and down at a fast pace; you could already imagine the mess behind you. Slick mixed seed, flying out of your joined sex, covering his hefty balls and your thighs, landing on the black bed sheets, painting a pleasured story of passion and torture. Gunwoo moaned into your mouth as he bucked frantically into your cunt as you bounced, and with one desperate, hard thrust, the last bit of his semen filled your stuffed pussy.

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long, dear Anon. I had smut burnout, but I think it's coming back. I hope this was worth the wait and you get to see this. ^^

A-Z Alphabet: Michael Myers

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

Much like a tamed cougar, Michael isn’t quite domesticated. (Around others, he’s downright lethal.) With you, however, he shows a begrudging, unpracticed warmth. 

After making love, he’ll silently rise and leave. The first time he did this, you’d been heartbroken. He’s…just going to leave? Just like that? No sooner than your heart began to ache did he return–still gloriously naked–with a washcloth. If you’re unable to walk afterward (which is absolutely possible), he’d be surprisingly understanding. Simply put, prepare to be carried. 

And yes, being carried bridal-style by Michael Myers is as amazing as it sounds. Cuddle against him, listen to his relaxed breaths. While he’s an object of terror to most; for you, he’s simply warm, strong, and deliciously protective.

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

What are you most insecure about? Your arms, stomach? Thighs, skin? Whatever you dislike the most, he’ll cherish–seeing its symbolic meaning. For imagination’s sake, let’s use stretch marks. Whenever you’re sitting together, watching a movie on Netflix, he’ll absently trace the soft zig-zags with the pads of his fingers. Soon, you’d forget why you were insecure about them in the first place.

Your favorite part of his body is his face–specifically his eyes. Michael is a difficult man to read. It’s not you–he’s simply spent his formative years being analyzed by trained professionals. If he learned to fool them, he can fool anyone. (Most of the time, he’s doing it subconsciously.) That being said, you’re likely the only person in the world that can touch–let alone see–his face and survive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

Inside you. Michael’s an animalistic man. He wants to know that you’ll be feeling his cum slipping out of you—a clear sign to the world that you’re his. You’re already claimed and mated; thoroughly fucked by your male. (Remember, Michael is one of the more possessive slashers.)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Praise. While he’ll deny it, Michael loves it when you praise him in bed. Knowing that he can make you come undone with his body is deeply satisfying for the man. If you’re shy, don’t worry. Being highly observant, he’ll take your moans as praise, as well. 

Plus he loves watching you beg him to fuck you harder, knowing you’re at his mercy.

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Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Posted:12/25/22

Title: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Yandere Wednesday Addams x GN reader

Summary: Yandere Wednesday Addams headcanons

Author's note: I have a big crush on Wednesday, but I personally find it hard to find Wednesday Addams x reader fic that I actually enjoy.

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Her love for you is intense. This new feeling confuses her, and as much as she doesn't want to, she asks her parents about it. They are ecstatic for her, saying that's natural when you're in love. [I like to think Gomez and Morticia are yandere for each other.]

Learned as much as she could about you. Knows all of your family's dark secrets that even you don't know.

Enid is the first to know about Wednesday's crush on you and is so happy for her. (She doesn't know how crazy Wednesday is for you.)

Spontaneously walked up behind you one day in class and cut off some of your hair. Everyone, including you, thought she was trying to be mean when she was trying to be sweet. She keeps in love with it.

She likes sleeping in the same room as you. Even when you don't know, she's there.

Goes without saying that she'd 100% kill for you or torture someone in your name. If she needed help, her family wouldn't hesitate.

Let's face it she wasn't asking you out. she was telling you, you're now dating. She's forceful when it comes to starting the relationship.

If you didn't want to date her, that's too bad because she would force it to happen. "We're not a couple, Addams!" She gives you a wicked smirk. "Yes... We are, l/n. I've chosen you." She steps closer, making you gulp. "You're mine now~"

Wednesday does wear the pants in your relationship, she made the pants. She's the dominant one out of you two and she won't have it another way.

She's not delusional, just morally grey.

Wednesday is smart. She knows how to manipulate, gaslight, and girl boss to get her way.

Sometimes, she likes to make you feel foolish. As a powerplay.

She informs everyone that both of you are dating. Even if it is not technically true.

Wednesday also forces her awkward affection on you.

Her favorite form of physical affection is hand-holding.

Her favorite kisses to give are kisses on your knuckles. It's a gentleman's habit she learned from her father.

Wednesday is a gentleman, and she holds this title with pride

She'd give you the most bizarre gifts. An animal heart, a dove bone necklace that matches hers because she claims they were live birds, chocolate-covered bugs, dead flowers, flower stems, the fingers of your enemies, etc.

Wednesday, in my eyes, is on the asexual spectrum. So I think the farthest she expresses her sexuality to you is through her writing, drawings, and the occasional makeout session. (The Addams are a very creative family.)

She's a sadist and not necessarily in just a kink way. Wednesday will cut you just to hear you wince. She smiles and licks the blood away, then patches you up.

Wednesday is definitely the kind of person to slap your sunburn.

Comes to your dorm in the middle of the night with a blood sample kit. She asked to make necklaces from each other's blood. She wears a small jar of your blood and vis versa.

If you ever lose a tooth, she demands that she gets to keep it.

Let's talk kidnapping...

If you got to a point where you couldn't talk to her forcing herself on you anymore and trying to flee, she would track you down in a short amount of time and then have you tried up somewhere.

Her next step would be to inform her parents that a "guest" will be living with them for a while. The Addams are so excited and welcome you into their home. They don't even blink twice at the ropes around you.

Slashers’ Reaction to Dry Humping

Anonymous: You should do slashers dry-humping!

Jason Voorhees

Sneaky Seducer. Wanting to sit on Jason’s lap? Just ask! He won’t know why you want to do it, but he’s not going to deny you. The second you rock against him, though, prepare yourself. *Hands fly to your waist in alarm* What are you doing?! *Gives you owl eyes*

Some Coaxing Required. *Kneads his thick muscles in hopes he’ll relax his death grip* Please, Jason? I just wanna try something. Darn it. How is he supposed to refuse when you’re looking at him with such longing?

Intimate. How could this feel so good? With you pressed against his chest, gripping onto him like a little barnacle, he wouldn’t know left from right. God, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. As you writhe together, he’d wrap his arms around you. Whatever this was, he never wanted it to end. *Face buried in your neck, holds on for dear life as you ride out the storm of pleasure*

Thomas Hewitt

Immediate sweating. *Aroused breathes puffing through his mask* W-What are you doing? Hands shakily clasping your hips, he’d be trembling with tension beneath you. Nevermind, he doesn’t care. Just don’t stop.

Muscle. Head tipped back, he’d bite his lip to keep from groaning as you slide along his clothed cock. God, he could feel your heat. At the sound of your whimpered moan, his gaze would snap to yours. Suddenly, he’d use his strength to press you harder against him, dragging you along his length as he thrusts against you.

Switch. Gazes locked, you’d beg him, “Harder.” And Thomas isn’t the type of man to refuse you, (Y/N). Standing with your wrapped around him, Thomas would stumble to the bed. Once he’s assured you’re comfortable, he’d set to work using his big body to pleasure yours. Is this what you needed, darlin’? You wanted more? *Pumps his hips into yours, eyes rolling back at the feel of your nails digging into his back*

Michael Myers

Distrust. *Narrows eyes* What do you mean you want to sit on him? This may not be the easiest task in the world. Letting him hold his knife should earn you some leeway, though. *Starts to grind against him, watches his entire body melt beneath you*

Definitely a Dom. Knife slipping, Michael would finally cast it aside, moving at lightning speed to reverse your position. *Flips you over, pins you beneath him* There, much better. Wrists held overhead, you’d be helpless as this massive entity towers above you. *Tilts his head to study you* 

Prepare Yourself. Michael loves being in control. And what better way to gain control than to learn what makes your toes curl with desire? Simply put, he’d experiment with his thrusts: some slow and deep–languidly grinding into you–others fast and jarring–making you gasp at his strength. Each time he hears you moan, he’ll repeat whatever caused it until you’re literally begging him to let you come.

Brahms Heelshire

No permission needed. There will be no coaxing with this man. Climbing onto his lap? Yes. Don’t you want to know why–? No. *Pulls you closer to straddle his quickly-forming erection.*

Loss of composure. Oh, he’d be a mess–but he’s your mess. Writhing beneath you, he’d whimper and moan, begging you not to stop. You feel so good, (Y/N). *Gives guttural moan* Oh, just like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. *Tightens his hold*

Lots of praise. Prepare for an ego boost. Your eyes, your body, your heart, your very soul–all of them are so fucking beautiful. You’re a work of art. He doesn’t deserve you, but, dear Lord, does he love you. *Pained look as he kisses you with all the emotion he can muster*

BONUS:

Slasher kinks…

Jason Voorhees: Intimacy. Jason may not be the most romantic man in the world, yet perhaps that’s why sexual acts always feel so intimate with him. How else is he to show what you mean to him? *Loses himself in you* You could break him so easily. Yet there you were, holding onto him as though you couldn’t bear to let go. You make him belong. You make him loved. You are his gift from above, and he’ll always cherish you.

Thomas Hewitt: DDLG-esque. Tell him what you need, (Y/N), and he’ll give it to you. Always. And when you’re in bed? Hearing you beg for him… God, it hits him in all the right places. *Strokes your front* Does that feel good, darlin’? At your whimpered nod, his heart would ache. Fuck, you’re all he needs in the world. *Lays in the cradle of your thighs, covering you completely as he just loves you*

Michael Myers: Edging. Oh, he wants to come, too…yet nothing is sexier than watching you lose all sense beneath him–than feeling you desperately cling to him as though he were the only thing keeping you sane. He never wants to make you cry, but seeing your eyes leak lustful tears? In a rare moment of animalistic care, he’d kiss them away, shushing you. Not yet, (Y/N). 

Brahms Heelshire. BDSM. He may be a deviant devil, but you hold the reigns, (Y/N). Seeing you there–knowing you could easily leave, yet chose to stay? Knowing you want him, too? *Cock pulses with need* And, God, that that grin. The way you smile, teasing him to the brink of release… It’s his favorite game. He’ll never get enough.