All I Need

this was the best thing i have ever fucking read .

Bite | A.V x Reader

warnings: kinda smutty but not? smutty themes?? biting, mentions of blood, uhhh

a/n: thank you to @agirllovespancakes who hyped me up enough to actually write a bite scene 😭 slowly getting over my fear of writing smut (i’m not sure if this even counts but WE ARE ONE STEP CLOSER BABAYYYY)

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“What does it feel like?” You blurted out the thought before you could stop it and Alec hummed as he looked down at you, frowning in confusion.You lifted your head from where it rested on his chest, unlacing your hands from the absentminded fiddling with his fingers you had been entertaining yourself with.

“When you bite someone… what does it feel like?” He watched you for a moment, taking in the way your head tilted in curiosity and how your eyes searched his own. He sucked in a breath before moving to take your hand in his once again, reinterlacing your fingers together.

“Well, I can’t say I really remember what it felt like-”

“That’s not a good answer.” You cut him off with a grumble. Playfully glaring at you for the interruption, he attempted to brush your pout away with the thumb of his free hand, smiling at you teasingly. Cupping your cheek softly he scolded you. “Stop sulking and allow me to finish what I was about to say.”

“Fine...” You playfully turned to nip at the palm of his hand. Alec let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest whilst pressing a kiss to your interlocked fingers before he continued.

“Initially it hurts- a sharp sting at the very least…” He paused to take in your reaction, and you raised your eyebrow. “However I have heard before that it can be rather… arousing?”

“Arousing?”

“Mhmm”

There was a short pause of silence before you spoke your mind again.

“ As in for you or-?” He thought over your question before he answered.

“Well, in a way yes. Human blood can send any vampire into a sort of… pleasure filled frenzy.” You scrunched your face at his words and he laughed softly, stroking his thumb along your jaw.

“But depending on the circumstances of the bite and whether the vampire allows for the venom to enter your bloodstream or not, it can feel pleasant.”

“So… it’s the venom that makes it burn?” You looked at him in mild wonder and he nodded.

“The initial bite will be painful, if we allow the venom to follow it makes it even more excruciating. Why do you ask? You want a demonstration?”

Your cheeks flushed crimson, burying your face back into his chest momentarily to compose yourself. You lifted your head up after a few seconds, scowling at him playfully.

“I was just curious. I want to be prepared for when I have to be… bitten.” You stumbled over your words for a moment making him frown.

“There isn’t a need to be worried, sweetface. I’ll be right there with you the entire time.”

You beamed at him happily though your nerves did not dissipate. He smirked, moving his hand from your face and removing his other hand from your grip to push your shoulder gently, forcing you to lay back on the bed as he moved to hover over you. “Perhaps I should give you a demonstration to get rid of those nerves”

You giggled loudly as he began pressing kisses down the side of your face, along your jaw, across your neck, before stopping and sucking lightly on the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You let out a shuddering breath as he lapped at the supple skin gently, occasionally pressing his tongue and grazing his teeth against you. Your hands fisted his hair, a breathy moan of his name spilling over your lips before you could stop yourself. He placed one last gentle kiss before pulling away to watch your face.

“Why- Why did you stop?” Your voice was small, an underlying sense of desire hidden beneath. With you half-lidded eyes you began searching his face for discomfort - you found none. A wave of embarrassment flooded over you, blinking them closed for a moment of composure whilst pressing the palms of your hands against them. Alec’s hand brushed across your forehead absentmindedly, moving away the hair which had strayed across.

“You really want me to?” The surprise was clearly evident in his voice. Almost nervously, he shuffled to hover fully above you, using his thigh to push your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, both hands now planted firmly on your waist. Your eyes opened fully, bopping your head enthusiastically and wrapping your own arms back around his neck. A low groan echoed through the room, and he tightened his hold on you. Goosebumps rose on your arms, a small wave of arousal washing through you before it went away just as quick. Only for a moment.

“You are certain?” The vampire buried his head back into your neck to continue the kisses he had stopped, only this time they were directly below your pulse point where your scent was much more potent.

“A hundred and ten percent sure.” You mumbled before taking a sharp inhale as his lips brushed a sweet spot once again. Arching into him, he removed one hand from your waist to wrap an arm around your back, pulling you against him and whispering softly, seductively into your ear.

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

You whimpered loudly as he pressed a rougher kiss against you before his teeth cut through you like a hot knife through butter. A loud gasp followed, and he just barely pulled away to hush you softly, using his thumb to brush soft circles on your lower back in comfort. He returned to the bite, sucking some blood from the wound and groaning as it hit his tongue.

“Amore.” The husky way he spoke, paired with the way his lips brushed against your neck and the soft circles he traced across your back drew a lust filled moan from you and you moved to tug the hair at the nape of his neck, releasing another moan from him, softer this time. Pleasure spiked across your body, down your spine and creating a pit in your stomach the more he drank from you, and all you could do as he licked and sucked at your neck was whimper and moan pitifully. He inhaled a few more mouthfuls before pausing to collect himself, unsure whether his control will allow him to take anymore from you.

“You taste fucking divine.” He moaned into your ear. He used his nose to gently trace across your jawline momentarily, a subtle attempt at comforting you. His eyes caught sight of the blood escaping your neck, leaning down and using his tongue to clean the droplets which attempted to drip down to your collarbone. You whimpered - much louder than you had previously - and made an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. You felt your hips move on their own accord, desperately seeking some friction as he lapped at your throat. Teeth pierced through the bite one last time, taking a few more mouthfuls, followed by a larger gulp before he forced himself to pull away, sealing the wound shut with his tongue.

He moved himself off of you and onto his back, pulling you onto your side. You were still as you rested next to him, seeking to regulate your breathing before you tried to say anything. Your own eyes were closed as he watched you intently, frowning as he watched you shakily inhale. After a moment you opened your eyes, meeting his own with a lopsided smile on your lips.

“Hi…” You spoke shyly, making him laugh - properly laugh.

“Hello to you too, beautiful girl.” You shuffled and buried yourself into him, breathing him in and he smiled, still stroking your back with his head resting against your hair. Another moment of silence fell upon the both of you before he spoke again.

“Felt good?” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. You hummed in response, body still trembling irregularly and a petulant look upon your face as you looked up at him.

“Mhmm… but now I need help.”

He smirked at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours. The remnant taste of your own blood sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, moving so you were now on top of him, straddling his waist.

“I’m sure I can be of help.”

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Keep It Rolling

Summary: You and your friend decide to see if you can find ghosts in an abandoned asylum as you record the whole thing. When you run into Hoodie, he thinks it’d be fun to record you instead.

Characters: Hoodie x Female Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Recording sex, bad blowjob, threatening with a gun, pussy slapping, size difference, forcing, gagging, stretching, cream pie, size difference

Words: 3.9k

You spent your whole life filming everything. 

It didn’t matter what. Eating breakfast, going to the store, hanging with friends, everything was caught on your little camcorder. You had an internet personality to keep up with and feeding your viewers your personal life was a hefty job. But you loved it. 

So, of course, when your best friend messaged you about some supposedly haunted mental asylum twenty minutes off the interstate, you had to get it on camera. 

The mid-autumn breeze blew through your hair as you and your friend packed your filming equipment into the back of your car, shutting the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat. The asylum wasn’t even an hour away. But as you sped down the interstate, it was like the whole atmosphere had changed. The clouds were dark, the wind blew leaves from the trees, and this ominous darkness loomed around you. 

“Where did these rain clouds come from?” Your friend mumbled, scrolling through her phone and checking the weather which didn’t offer many answers. Brushing it off, you turned down an overgrown dirt road off the highway and searched for the building. If it did start raining, there was no way you were getting your camera out of the car. And if there was no camera, there was no reason for you to go inside. But as you drove further, an overgrown sign dangled on the side of the path. ‘State Asylum for the Mentally Insane.’ Charming. It was much farther after that that you could see the run-down building come into view, boarded up windows and patches of wall missing. The decorations of the building had all but disintegrated, but the foundation and skeleton of the building still stood strong minus the crumbling sections of walls. You pulled the car as close to the end of the path as you could before the overgrown plants stopped your path. Shutting the engine off, you sat and stared at the rolling clouds swarming overhead, judging if this was a good idea or not. Obviously, you knew it wasn’t.

“Shit, whole things coming down. Wonder how much longer it's got till it completely crumbles.” Your friends laughed, hopping out of the car and opening the trunk, slinging a bag full of voice recorders over her shoulder. “I hope we don’t find out.” You joked back, sliding to the back and grabbing your camera and backpack full of batteries and hard drives. The wind howled through the building, an eerie whistling noise echoing off the decaying walls that were visible from the outside. If you couldn’t find anything haunted in there, at least you’d get some good aesthetic shots. “I say we make a lap through the building and see if we can find any particular room that feels right to set up in. Y’know, see if it feels haunted.” They laughed, slamming the trunk shut and sauntering towards the entrance, a large dark door with shattered lanterns on either side. You flipped open your camera lens, filming a good shot of your friend shoving the door open and peeking inside. You quickly followed behind, skipping up the steps and peeking inside yourself.

The entrance was dark, furniture and paintings rusted with age and tossed around on the ground. Leaves and cobwebs accented the space, giving just the right amount of old and creepy as you filmed you both entering. The wind howled through the halls as you scanned each room, discovering abandoned medical supplies, facility rooms, and rows and rows of medical beds. All of it was caught on film, the dim lighting giving just the perfect balance with the soft glow of your flashlight. This had to get you views.

When you and your friend finally decided on a spot, a recreation room fit with a stage and tables, you set your audio recorders on the tables, little blinking lights illuminating the room as you pointed the camera. Your friend pulled out their flashlight, laying it on the table and flicking it on. You angled the lens, catching their face in the glow as they began to ask questions, the eerie quietness echoing their voice. “If there are any spirits here who are wishing to make themselves known, please do so now.” Silence. Besides the settling of the old floorboards, there wasn’t a movement or sound to be made. They tried again. “We’re here to do nothing more than talk. Please don’t be afraid to communicate.” Nothing again. You were growing impatient, switching your camera between your friend and the dormant recording devices, no lights signaling activity was being captured. Your friend groaned, holding out for maybe just some noise but ultimately flipping off the flashlight and scooping the recording equipment back into their bag. “Maybe we just picked a bad room. I want to try something though.” You flipped your camera shut, breathing deep and smelling nothing but mould and concrete. “And?” 

They shuffled the bag onto their shoulder, shining their flashlight around the disheveled room. “I saw on some ghost channel they split up and went to opposite ends of their hospital and got a lot of activity. Apparently, ghosts like it when you’re alone.” They smiled, shuffling back to the hallway. “Sounds good to me,” It didn’t, but who were you to say no to some good content? “Walk to opposite ends of the building and meet back in thirty minutes?” You both nodded, turning away from each other as you trudged your way to the farthest end of the asylum. 

You felt like you had walked forever, stepping down two flights of stairs until you ended up in what you assumed to be the basement. Random trash and unorganized medical equipment littered the floor but it was charming in a way, like the place was a relic of what it used to be. The damp air surrounded you, every step echoing off the concrete walls and recording beautifully as you flipped on your camera. Cobwebs hung in every corner, more afraid of running into one than running into an actual ghost, but content was content.

You set your camera on the ground, shining your flashlight at your face as you crisscrossed in front of the lens. The hall was silent, the dark corners sending chills up your spine as you couldn’t see past where your flashlight glow went. You settled yourself, breathing deeply before calling into the darkness. “If there are any spirits here who would like to communicate, please make yourself known.” Silence. The rhythmic dripping of water from the pipes offered some relief as you listened closely, but ultimately heard nothing. You sighed, trying again. “I am only here to talk. Please make yourself known.” Nothing still. It was relieving, sort of, praying internally that you’d find nothing as you stared into the camera’s lens. Shaking your head, you gave it one final attempt before you’d decide to head back upstairs. “If any spirits wa-” 

That was when you heard it. The loud thud echoed from down the dark hallway. Fear shot through you, quickly aiming your flashlight but seeing nothing that could have made the noise. “Hello..?” You called, picking your camera up and directing it the same way. There was no response. But as you went to stand, a very clear sound of someone clearing their throat echoed. You scrambled to your feet, realizing this wasn’t going to be paranormal, but some squatter you’d accidentally run up on. Your hands were shaking but relentlessly keeping the camera trained on the hall, staring intently for any sign of motion. Deciding not to press your luck further, you quietly stepped towards the stairs, barely reaching the railing before you saw it. The tall figure of a man resting his shoulder on the wall beside you and staring straight at you. 

A scream bubbled in your throat, panic building before he was on you in a second, his large hands shoving his over your mouth and holding your head still. You gripped your equipment tightly, panicking desperately as you tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp. That all stopped as soon as you felt the gunhead press against your ribs, nudging you to be compliant. “One word and I shoot.” He huffed, his deep voice reverberating against the walls. That’s when you could see him in the glow of your flashlight. He wore a ski mask that covered every feature of his face, but had a weird face drawn on. Tears rolled down your cheeks, realizing what a heap of trouble you were in. Whining, the man released your mouth but nudged the gun deeper into your rib, forcing you to the wall behind you. His gruff demeanor shakes you. “Explain yourself. Now.” He commanded, shoving the hilt further up. You panicked, quickly answering. “Uh- My f-friend and I came to see if we c- could find ghosts. I was making, uh, a video.” You cringed, holding the camera up as it was still rolling, capturing everything that had happened so far. The man jerked the camera out of your hand, examining it before tossing it to the floor, a whine escaping you as you watched it skid against the concrete. He leaned in close to your face, his breathing mumbled by the mask. “No ghosts, huh?” He towered over you, his large frame encapsulating you easily. You shook your head awkwardly, gulping as he pulled the gun from your side but quickly repositioned it under your chin, nudging it forcefully. “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m afraid this is as far as you’ll get.” He cocked the trigger, the noise sending a full-blown panic through you as you gripped his arm. “Please! Please- oh, God, I’ll do anything,” You huffed, tears pouring heavily. “Anything you want. Money, your dick sucked, food, anything!” You pleaded, face growing red as you shook with fear. 

The man leaned back, pulling his finger off the trigger as he chuckled. “What was that second thing?” He smirked, resting his hand on his hip but not letting that gunhead leave your chin. You blushed roughly, your words betraying you as you just word-vomited something to save yourself. “I said anything.” You huffed, gritting your teeth as you felt the cold metal leave your skin, sighing deeply. 

The man holstered his gun in the back of his jeans, sauntering over to your camera on the ground and scooping it up. He wiped it off, flipping the screen open before pointing it at you. You blushed, feeling awkward on the other side of the lens for once. He chuckled, stepping closer to you as he moved the camera to the side, staring at you directly. “Well?” He grinned, focusing his gaze back on the camera screen that captured your red face, the flash accentuating your features. His mask concealed his expression making you unsure if he was being serious or not, but you didn’t want to test those waters knowing full well he had a gun.

You awkwardly knelt in front of him, the concrete wall behind you cramping you. The truth was, you had no clue what you were doing. No boyfriends made their way around to lay you, so whatever you were about to pull out of your ass: your life literally depended on it. 

You fiddled with his belt, sliding it open before nervously pulling the zipper of his jeans down. He wasn’t even half-hard in his boxers. You palmed at the bulge awkwardly, glancing up as the camera stared at you, his face peeking behind and watching you closely. Growing in your hand, you tucked your fingers under his boxers and tugged them down, his large cock barely bobbing out. It was awkward, but you took the length in your hands and slowly began to stroke, feeling it harden slowly. This was good. Nervousness pricked at your stomach as you licked at the tip. You slowly pressed the now hard length into your mouth, getting as deep as you could before pulling back. Slobber coated the length, gleaming in the flash of the camera. You leaned back in, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and taking the rest of what you could in your mouth. It wasn’t good and you knew it. Your teeth constantly scraped against his length. Not to mention any time the tip passed your tongue you were gagging back off of it.

He was growing impatient, the half-assed attempt at head making his head hurt. You felt his hand slink up the back of your head and grip a handful of your head, slowly guiding your head back onto his cock. “Open wide.” He commanded, holding the camera lower to get a good shot. You hung your jaw lower, gripping his jeans quickly as you felt him press into your mouth further than you knew you could take. You gagged, straining to pull your head back but he wouldn’t let you, he just kept pushing your head further. You slammed your eyes shut, tears pricking as you wrapped your lips around the thick cock deep in your mouth. He finally pulled your head back, giving you a second to breathe before you snapped his hips back into your mouth quickly. You whined, throat choking as he thrust your head on his cock quickly. He held your hair tightly as he forced himself down your throat, practically face-fucking you and not giving you a second to adjust. 

“Damn, you got a mouth on you, huh?” He huffed, shoving the camera closer to your mouth wrapping around him tightly. You groaned, eyes rolling as you gagged each time his cock pressed against the back of your throat. It was loud and vulgar, the wet sounds echoing off the walls. He refused to let up though, groaning as he held your head back. “There you go. Keep that throat open, sweetheart.” He moaned deeply, pressing your head flush against him but not pulling away. You began to panic, gripping at his jeans as you choked, no air reaching you. He chuckled, cock throbbing in your mouth at the sound of drool gurgling in your throat. He finally pulled you off his length, a loud gasp escaping you as air filled your lungs. He pulled your hair back making you stare at the camera, your flushed face and slobber-covered lips shining brightly against the flash. “God…” He let go of your hair, pumping his cock into his hand before kneeling at your level. “Yeah, I’m not done with you.” He grinned, gripping your legs pulling them out from under you and landing you on your back. He crawled over you, nudging himself between your legs as he tugged at your shirt until it bunched above your bra. He hooked his fingers under the cups, pushing them up and exposing your tits. Hands were on them in a second, massaging and pulling at the mounds. 

Your whines echoed as he pinched your nipples, pulling them roughly and kneading the buds in between his fingers. “You’ve got such a nice body sweetheart. I can’t wait to ruin it.” He scaled the camera across your body and shot your curves well. It was incredibly embarrassing. 

He pulled his hands off your nipples, leaning back to set the camera on the ground and angle it between your legs, getting a good shot of your crotch. If anything, you were impressed with his familiarity with a camera. But the other half of you cringed as he unbuttoned your pants and slid them off your legs, giving the camera a clear shot of your damp panties. His fingers rubbed at the spot, his thumb pressing roughly against your clit and making you squirm. You reached down quickly, grabbing his wrist. That wasn’t going to happen. He immediately grabbed your wrists in return, pinning your hands above your head and relishing the way your body arched in defiance. “Calm down, huh? Relax…” He grinned, sliding your panties off your hips with his right hand and sliding his fingers up your folds, collecting your arousal. Pressing your legs open, he spread your folds the same, the cold air making your clit twitch. “Such a pretty cunt…” He groaned, spreading your lips and spitting against your hole, making you squirm.

He rubbed his fingers against your entrance, circling the area as you arched your back, silently begging for him to slide them in. That was when you saw his hand reach back and quickly slap down on your cunt, a sharp sting hitting you. You gasped, his hand slapping you again before you could even say anything. His palm continued to connect with your cunt, rubbing the area roughly before bringing his hand back to slap down again. You were a whining mess, every sting and slap making you so much wetter. The squelching sounds your cunt made every time his palm reached was embarrassing, your moans mixing and creating an insanely lewd noise. “God! Please…” You whined, squeezing your knees closer and trapping his hand against your cunt. He chuckled, giving in and pressing his fingers into your soaked entrance, a loud squelch echoing. You groaned, his fingers reaching deeply inside of you and curling just the right way. When he began to pump his fingers, it was all you could do not to scream your pleasure. Your throbbing clit ached as his fingers curled against your walls, each curl causing them to clench down. His thick fingers worked you open, your squirming body being easily held down by his muscled arms. Your orgasm came incredibly fast, your walls tightening around his fingers as they stretched your entrance wide and became soaked with your ecstasy. 

He pulled his fingers out sharply and brought them to the hem of his mask as he slid it up just above his nose. He licked his fingers of your arousal, smiling at you as he took them down to the knuckle. Your eyes frantically glanced at the camera lens, the flash blinding you as you begged the battery would magically die and none of this would be recorded. No luck. “Damn sweetheart, you think that cunt’s ready for me yet?” He grinned, pulling his mask back down and wrapping his hands around your ankles, pulling you quickly to rest your thighs on top of his. His cock was twitching and angry, the head pulsing as he pumped it in his hands. He let it rest on your tummy. You glance down, head spinning as you realize just how big he is. “Oh, I’m gonna be in there.” He chuckled, releasing your wrists to scoop his hands under your hips and angle them up. He nudged the head of his cock against your entrance, leaning down to meet his face with your as he breathed deeply. “Try to not scream, yeah?” 

Before you could question why, he slammed your hips down onto his length. The rough stretch and sting of him entering you so abruptly made you cry out, tears leaking down your cheeks. He didn’t wait. Either because he couldn’t or because he didn’t care. His hips snapped into you quickly, fingers digging into your bare hips as he forced your hips to connect with his. “Shit-” He was grunting with every thrust, heavily breathing behind the mask. Your moans and cries matched his, every nudge of his cock against your walls making your back arch and jaw hang open. It was dizzying. He was perched on his knees, holding your hips off the ground and fucking into you like some fleshlight. 

Every tug at his hands and pull at his jacket went unnoticed as you clawed against him, trying your hardest to find some stability as your body was being rammed against. Your cunt throbbed with every squelch and slap, your walls constricting around the thick length invading inside of you. The camera caught it all, angled perfectly to see every inch of his cock sink into your cunt as he thrust quickly. It caught every lewd moan, every slap of skin. The tears were rolling down your cheeks, the sting and stretch of him mixing with the absolute pleasure slamming into you. “Fuck, so tight. Gonna milk me dry, sweetheart.” He huffed, repositioning for a split second before angling his hips up to ram into your g-spot. You screamed out, hand reaching for your clit as you rubbed in pace with his thrusts up into you.

That’s when he grabbed the camera, angling it down directly at your cunt as he sunk into you quickly. “Cum on my cock. Yeah, let me see it.” He moaned, shoving your hand out of the way to press his own fingers against your clit, rubbing quick and rough. You slapped your hands over your face, eyes rolling as you felt your orgasm rushing against you. The masked man was moaning louder, little whines escaping his lips as his own pace became sloppy. “Cum all over me, sweetheart.” He groaned. It sent you over, waves of pleasure crashing into you quickly as he refused to let off of your clit. You screamed out, arching your back against his fingers as he rubbed your orgasm out. Walls around his cock constricted, milking him as he held the camera close, the flash catching every drop of sweat and arousal that mixed on you. He bottomed out against you, moaning loudly as he released deep into your cunt. 

The room went quiet apart from your panting. The camera caught it all, each pulse of his cock as he filled you full, your hands gripping tightly against his wrist as he held his thumb over your clit. He slowly pulled out, hissing as you felt the stretch of him. When his head popped out, he moved the camera down, catching every second as his seed leaked out of you. “Did so good sweetheart. Took me so good.” He huffed, sliding his fingers through your folds and spreading his release across your cunt, making you squirm. He pressed his fingers into your swallowed entrance, pressing his seed back in. When he pulled them out, he flipped the camera shut, turning the flash off and setting it back on the ground. 

Finding your panties, he slid them back on you and relished as he watched them soak darker. He helped you button your pants back, pulling your shirt down and helping you stand. Handing you the camera, he laughed at your hazy expression, your heavy eyes and swollen cheeks evident of your fucked out cunt. “Thanks, sweetheart, now run along before I change my mind.” He huffed, turning back to the dark hallway and waving you off. “Good luck with your ghosts.” You nodded, frantically turning back to the steps and rushing up to the fresh air. It hadn’t been long, but as you listened closely and heard the sound of heavy rain, you trudged to the other side of the asylum and found your friend just as hopeless as you left her.

“Did you find anything? I had a whole lot of nothing.” They sighed, leading you to the entrance and out to the car as you tried to hide your equipment from the rain. “Nah. Nothing interesting.” You sighed, climbing into the driver's seat and speeding off back down the dirt path. 

When you eventually made it home, you sprinted to your laptop and shoved the SD card in, loading up the video. Your hand covered your mouth as you watched the scene unfold, arousal growing in your pants again as you felt the leak of the masked man’s seed against your folds. 

The video played through, every squelch and moan sending shivers through you as your hand slid down between your legs, rubbing lazily as you rewatched his cock sink inside of you. 

You’d have to go ghost hunting more often.

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can you do evans reacting to you giving them head unprovoked lol

𝜗ϱ ┆ GIVING (UNSOLICITED) HEAD .ᐟ

── THE EVANs ‧ h e a d c a n o n s ೃ࿐

ft. tate ‧ kit ‧ kyle ‧ jimmy ‧ james ‧ kai ‧ austin ‧ peter ‧ warren ‧ colin

⟣ TAGS ‧ NSFW | f! reader | mdni

a/n: cackling at this rn… thx anon

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

a devious smirk would appear on his face

because this is basically one of his (many) fantasies coming true

plus he’s like horny all the time

a whimperer and a moaner. everyone in the house would know that he’s getting head

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

needs a bit convincing (scared of getting caught— whether it’s by the orderlies in briarcliff or the kids in the house)

there’s a bit of hesitation at first

don’t get me wrong, he loves the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his dick

it’s just that Kit is more of a giver than a receiver (aww)

would definitely offer to return the favour after you’ve pleasured him

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

if you’re intoxicated at a party and offered him, he’d definitely refuse

even if he’s your boyfriend

he’d switch from party animal mode to protective mode and look after you

steering you clear from doing anything you’ll regret afterwards

e.g offering random guys blowjobs because he knows his frat brothers don’t have morals or common decency

⟢ franken .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

would happily accept it

and who can blame him?

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

would stare at you with almost a comical expression of confusion

but he’s not gonna pass on a free bj from a pretty girl like you

real sweet afterwards. helping you clean up, giving you a glass of water etc.

would return the favour. he really knows how to please a lady with his hands ;)

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

would be mortified at your wanton behaviour

maybe if he’d just finished murdering someone and you offered him head, James would happily accept

but under most circumstances, he couldn’t approve of your “unladylike” behaviour (as if murder is socially acceptable… this man has double standards.)

“you little minx…”

expect to be punished later lol

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

surprised but wouldn’t show it

would take it as his due

takes great pleasure in gagging you with his cock while calling you a slut

it’ll become a regular occurrence, where he’d expect blowjobs from you wherever and whenever

not that he cares if his followers see

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

would accept in a heartbeat

moans like a total slut on the couch

he’d be very vocal and talk dirty

tells you that you have world-class, olympian level mouth game

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.

are you fucking kidding? hell yeah

a whore for sloppy head

grunts and groans

might be unintentionally rough and grab your hair

makes up for it by getting high with you and probably more sex

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

he’d laugh it off, thinking that you weren’t being serious

but when you’ve made it clear that you were serious, he’d be a flustered mess

really sensitive

whiney and fidgety

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

his face would blush fifty shades of red

palms sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

tries to maintain a somewhat calm facade but he’s a total mess

would instinctively place his hand on the back of you head then wonder if that made him seem too dominating or eager

would be at a loss of words

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he is INHUMANELY gorgeous

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i’ve never actually talked to 95% of my mutuals but that doesn’t stop me from automatically thinking “friend!!” whenever their icons pop up in my feed

desperate sapnap please

SLIGHT SMUT AHEAD. PLEASE SCROLL IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!

⚠️MINORS DNI!!⚠️

Pairing: Sapnap X afab!reader

“please baby..”Sap whispered against your lips as y’all shared a sloppy kiss. “Sap— you need to work.” you say with a slight frown.

“i know— i know. just— need to be inside you. please.”he begs, receiving a sigh from you.

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“Doll, stop squirming so much. you’re— mm…distracting me.” Sapnap says, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him, his hand on your lower back, pushing it so it’ll arch.

“M’sorry. i’m uncomfortable in this position.” you mumble against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it, making him smile lightly.

his cock deep in your walls felt good. But, because of the position, it made your back hurt. Which made Sapnap feel bad, he hated when his baby was in pain.

“Baby— i’m gonna cum if you keep squirming like that.” he grumbled, continuing to squirm, making you gasp when he kept his word—and came in you.

you humming against his shoulder as his cum slowly seeped through onto his gaming chair.

“Sap! your chair-“ you start to say before he cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. “it’s fine. i love when we make messes like this.” he says with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t get cocky now.” you say.

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I’m sorry but I literally hate when I’m reading Rafe fics or any fics nd they make reader so child like it gives me the biggest ick . nd when they make reader call him dad nd she like bites him nd shi , literally the biggest ick ever it makes me feel so gross . do ykwim 😭 .