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Hey pookie, how are you! I was wondering if you could do a romantic spn pref for sam, dean, castiel, crowley, and gabe? The plot would be that they're on a hunt with the reader and they have to infiltrait a strip club. The reader is female so she poses as a striper (she wears a white angle outfit). At one she pulls she pulls one of the guys into a private room to talk about the plan, but they see a camera in the room so the reader gives the guy a lap dance while explaining the plan as to not get caught. There is alot of sexual tension, and the guys have a crush on the reader. At this point they're only friends though. Thanks girl!

Private. (SPN Pref!) ❤️

a/n: i devoured this prompt. i am in heat. i hope you like this pookie!!!

warnings: SUGGESTIVE!!! read at your own risk, strip club, stripper!reader, lap dances, grinding, no actual smut but nsfw xx

Dean:

dean didn’t imagine this being his wednesday night.

his eyes watched you on the stage, walking around and pretending to be busy. the dainty Angel costume you were wearing hugged you in all the right places - just enough for him to imagine more.

in his distraction, he dosent realize you’re trying to get his attention.

he was suddenly pulled into one of the back, private rooms. he looked over and met your pretty eyes. he smiled.

“dean, i got info.” you smiled, closing and locking the door behind you both.

he was going to respond but his eyes caught something else. a camera. it seemed like you noticed too because you sighed.

dena watched you pull the chair to where the camera faced.

“sit.” you said in a seductive voice.

it’s just for the bit.’ dean reminded himself. he shakily sat down.

you walked toward him, back facing the camera. his eyes widened and face blushed as you started to give him a lap dance.

he was stiff as a board, too nervous to move.

“at least pretend you like it. we have to sell it so we don’t get caught.” you whisper in his ear, pressing kisses to his jawline.

shivers went down his spine and he nodded, grabbing onto your hips.

he stared into your eyes as you spoke, only being able to focus on the feeling of your hips on his, moving and grinding against him. his jaw clenched and he bit his lip, rubbing your hips with his thumbs.

you spoke about the case but he could barley hear you.

eventually you stopped, smiling at him.

“pay up, lover.” you grinned playfully.

he tried to hide his boner, giving you a forced smile as you walked away. his breath heavy and cheeks beet red.

—

Sam:

sam was nose deep in one of his papers of his research he scraped together. his cheeks were red, trying not to look up at you.

not because he didn’t want to - no. he wanted to. more than anything. but if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

despite his efforts, when he felt a hand on his shoulder he had to look up. it was you.

the white angel outfit you were wearing caught his attention. it was tight and revealing, something he wasn’t used to seeing you in.

“come with me.” you lean down and whisper to him. he just nodded, following you.

he then found himself sitting on a chair in one of the back rooms.

“there’s cameras. i have to play my part sammy.” you said to him, and he nodded

“anything you want.”

he blushed again as you started to give him a lap dance. his eyes widened.

you spoke softly about the case, but he could only focus on your body and how it moved atop of his own.

he pretended he was listening, but he was struggling. only feeling the fogginess of his mind and the weight of your body on his lap.

it was over much too soon for his liking

you got off of him and smiled.

“maybe we do this more often.” you said with a smirk.

—

Castiel:

poor boy

remember when he first went to the strip club

that’s him but x10 when he sees you

he’d never seen you in such clothing. not that he was complaining at all. if anything, he was ecstatic about it.

when you met his eyes from across the room, he got up and walked toward you immediately. you didn’t even have to ask (😍)

he followed you into the back rooms.

“cas. i gotta give you a lap dance.”

“what?”

“i’ve gotta play my part. is this okay?”

“…yes?”

castiel didn’t know what a lap dance was.

so when you started to actually do it

wowowowowow

he was gobsmacked.

his hands rested on your waist and he let you do whatever you had to do.

he bit back moans as he was so sensitive

but he listened intently to what you had to say about the case. his hips moved slightly with your body and his face was bright red.

he focused on your words but his eyes drank in how you moved against him and how his hands squeezed your hips

he could feel his dick throbbing against his jeans but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it

you got off of him eventually and he stayed sitting.

“c’mon. we gotta go.” you grinned and walked out before him. he was left with shaking hands and a red face.

—

Crowley:

he watched all of the people at the club with wandering eyes, stopping when he saw you

your outfit fit you perfectly and hugged you in all the right places

crowleys eyes wandered down your body as you came closer to him.

“come.” you said softly, leading him to the private rooms. he smirked.

“now, i didn’t know you wanted this, y/n.”

you just smirk and sit him down in the chair.

you start the lap dance, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering the plan to him, grinding your hips against his.

his hands ran over your body and hips, feeling the curves of your body and the softness of your skin

he was grinning, listening to the plan while also enjoying the thrusts and movements of your body

he wanted you to continue for hours. days. forever

but when you got off of him, he had to refrain from pulling you back onto his lap.

—

Gabe:

his eyes were on you from the start

he watched you with a passion, drinking in your appearance and how your white costume looked on your body.

the body he’d dreamed about seeing for months

that’s why he follows you into the back room without question

that’s also why he has to bite back moans when you start grinding against his lap, dancing

he watches with wide eyes, trying to listen to your words but drowning them out as he squirmed against your body weight

he gripped your hips and waist just a little bit too hard

he nodded along to the plan he wasn’t following, just watching your hips and body against his own

he let a groan slip from his lips at one point

his hips moving in rut him with your own

literally driving him insane.

but he’s not complaining

Puppet - A Måneskin Chapter Story

Updated every Monday at 8pm CET! (And sometimes even more!)

Summary: All you were hoping for when you moved in with the band for the summer was some relaxation, a little fun and hopefully as little awkwardness as possible. But then a very personal detail about your life slips out and suddenly you’re getting a lot more than you bargained for.

Content: Smut, a bit of fluff, more smut

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Chapters

Lesson One: It’s all about anticipation.

Lesson Two: Talk about it.

Lesson Three: Self-love.

Lesson Four: Take matters into your own hands.

Lesson Five: Use your words.

Lesson Six: The choice is yours.

Lesson Seven: Talking about it is half the fun.

Lesson Eight: Feel the buzz.

Lesson Nine: Find the rhythm

Lesson Ten: Tie him down.

Lesson Eleven: Let them hear.

Lesson Twelve: Watch and learn.

Lesson Thirteen: Safewords are made to be used.

Lesson Fourteen: Turn your brain off.

Lesson Fifteen: It’s all about unconventional problem-solving.

Lesson Sixteen: A taste of pain.

Lesson Seventeen: Learn to love.

Lesson Eighteen: Different ways to love.

Epilogue

Meeting and Dating Berko

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Berko when you went to an alternative club with your friend. You were there for a while before your friend went to get a drink and you were left dancing to the band. 

- After some time, you realized that your friend; who’d promised they’d be right back, had been gone for longer than a few minutes which was strange considering the bar wasn’t even all that busy. When you went to check it out, you found that your friend wasn’t at the bar and so, you began your search. 

- Fast forward thirty minutes and you’re in a bad mood. Your friend keeps weaving in and out of view, somehow evading you every time you spot her and you’re just about ready to tear your hair out. That’s when you crash into someone …hard. 

- It may be a sort of bitchy thing to do, but you merely say a “shit sorry” before you spot your friend behind the stranger and fly past them without another word or glance. 

- But Berko isn’t deterred, especially since he can tell that you’re having some kind of problem. So, when he sees you again, leaning against a more quiet wall of the room and looking miserable, he approaches and asks if you’re alright. 

- He’d apparently caught you in a weak moment since you’d relented, sighing and kicking the ground before telling him that you can’t find your friend. He offers to help you and you look at him in reserved surprise before asking “really”. He chuckles and assures you before he grabs your hand, crouches down, and tells you to get on his shoulders. 

- You laugh incredulously, telling him that you’re not gonna get on his shoulders before he reminds you that you’ll be able to see above the entire crowd. You think about it, ask if he’s sure and when you get your reassurance, you do your best to shimmy your thighs around his head. 

- Soon enough, you’re able to find your friend and you climb off his shoulders to grab her. As you’re beginning to pull her up from her seat and drag her out of the club, he asks if he can have your number and you give him a smile, writing it down on his arm before you leave. 

- For your first date, the two of you sort of just spend the night wandering around town, hopping from place to place. You go to thrift stores, music shops, a dingy little Chinese food place. It wasn’t really an eventful night but it was a fun one, though you supposed that he was what made it fun. 

- The two of you share your first kiss a few days later. You were hanging out on the street sorta late at night just dicking around and talking. You’d stopped at a street light for a little bit, one he’d grabbed hold of and started swinging towards and away from you on.

- After some swinging, he’d leaned forward just a bit closer and stopped himself right when you were nose to nose. The two of you locked eyes for a long moment before he tilted his head and seized your lips in his own.

- The two of you broke apart slowly and looked at each other in silence for a minute before he took a step forward, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you with more fervor. Soon enough, you were backed against a fence, his lips moving against your own and your hands fisted in his vest.

- You kiss a lot after that and every time, he gets a little …sugar high.

- There isn’t a ton of Pda in your relationship, he prefers to keep it somewhat behind closed doors or when there’s not a lot of people paying attention. 

- He likes to keep his hands on you a lot, even if he isn’t particularly fond of Pda. He’ll usually hold your shoulders as he stands behind you or grip your thigh as you’re sitting next to each other.

- He leans against you a lot. If you’re standing in front of or beside him, expect him to have; at least, some part of his body resting on you. 

- Hugs from behind.

- Deep kisses. 

- Sloppy kisses.

- Making out.  

- He likes to sit/lay between your legs; its his favorite way to cuddle. 

- He typically just uses a shorter version of your name when he’s talking to you but occasionally he’ll call you sweetheart and pet names like that. 

- Sometimes he’ll call you his little groupie after you come to one of his shows, ruffling your hair and pulling you into a kiss. Occasionally, he’ll make some joke about you wanting to “make it with someone in the band” while bringing you onto his lap with a smile.

- He sorta likes when you’re all sarcastic and mean to him. He digs aggressive girls who aren’t afraid to act tough.

- Affectionate name calling and bullying.

- Buying him an actual shirt; in more of a teasing manner more than anything.

- If your look isn’t on the punk side already, he’s the boyfriend that gets turned on when you try it out. He’d think you looked cute if you tried the other side of the spectrum as well.

- Random debates/discussions.

- Wearing each other’s jewelry.

- Visits at work. 

- Loving looks. 

- Cheap dates. Your both sorta broke. 

- Tv dates. 

- Concerts.

- Bonfires.

- Going to junkyards and smashing stuff.

- Sneaking out to see him since your parents probably don’t approve of him.

- Getting songs written about you. 

- Going to his bands performances. 

- Letting him try to teach you guitar. 

- The two of you are really comfortable with each other, like you could use the bathroom while he’s in there brushing his teeth and it wouldn’t even phase him; and vice versa. 

- Hair mutilation in his tiny apartment bathroom.

- Crashing at his place every once in a while. He won’t tell you but he secretly likes waking up and finding you in bed next to him or seeing you stumble into the kitchen for coffee.

- Matching tattoos 

- He’s not the greatest boyfriend. He forgets about things and is focused on himself a lot of the time. Sometimes he’ll hurt you; emotionally, without even meaning to …so there’s your warning. 

- He does his best to comfort you, even when you try to push him away. He makes sure you don’t feel alone and that you know he’s going to stick by you, no matter how “messed up you are”. 

- He’s always trying to break you out of your comfort zone, especially if he knows that that’s what you really want deep inside you. 

- He’s not an extremely jealous person but certain things irk him. If he knows a guy is interested in you or tried something with you, he’ll successfully play it cool and make them nervous with how calm he’s behaving. 

“Right. Yeah man, sure.”

- Berko isn’t afraid to insult people straight to their face so if he notices someone giving you a hard time, he’ll speak up and scare them off for you. 

- The two of you have more than a few fights but you can usually resolve them pretty easily since they’re never really about anything serious. They’re usually his fault; since he’s the one who usually messes up, 

- He gives you space if you tell him to, though he’ll try his best to apologize to you and have the two of you make up as soon as possible. He hates when you’re giving him the silent treatment. 

- He has trouble telling you that he loves you, even though he knows that he does. He just cant bring himself to do it so he settles for trying to show you that he does. 

- Being delightfully screwed up with each other. 

𝐵𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝒾𝒹𝓈!

Darrel Curtis x Keith Mathews x Bimbo!Reader

cw -> threesome, blood⚠️, double penetration, pet names instead of Y/N, anal play, ass slapping, blowjob, some degradation, cursing?

Word Count -> 2.1K

This idea is FILTHY! Love it tho

The crimson-stained cotton balls and heavily coloured wash cloth sat rather depressingly on Darry’s bedside table, sitting only to be proof of the fact that your beloved was injured and in need of serious care. With a bloodied cheekbone and a bruised jaw, how could you not care for your darling?

Soft dabs of a new cotton ball with a little hydrogen peroxide on it was applied to the injury, cleaning off the red liquid with care as your expression was nothing but worried. You felt horrible for him! Those damned Socs..

“I said careful, you’re not makin’ it better, sweetie.” Darry hissed in slight pain from your pressured dabbing.

This had you pause your concerned movements, and instantly you began tending to his injuries more gently. Having manicured nails didn’t exactly help, but you did your best and Darry could see the effort you were putting in. You were so tender, so careful as you tried to help him instead of the opposite.

You had to go find bandaids, your ditzy mind hollered out to you. And with vigor, you found yourself scampering to the restroom where they kept all the first aid types of things. Consequently due to your running and carelessness, you had bumped into Two-Bit who had a soft grin on his face. Of course he would, he just got a free feel of your breasts.

“Whatcha lookin’ for, little lady?” He asked sweetly, following you to the restroom as you bent over to find the first aid kit under the sink. Poor Two-Bit had to look away for the sake of his blood rushing somewhere else.

“Bandaids! Darry got hurt earlier today, and not just from roofing!” You ululated, hurrying back with Two-Bit now following you back to spot the injured Darrel on his mattress.

While Two-Bit never quite worried about the tough muscle of a man, he could suddenly see that poor Darry had to put up with more than he realized. You, on the other hand, were just focused on being his little nurse, tending to his wounds and smiling all through it. Shoot, Darry couldn’t help but smile seeing you all optimistic about the situation.

Two-Bit had sat behind you, watching you assist Darry in putting on bandaids and some light wound cream before ‘kissing it better’, as you had dubbed the action. Darry had his hands on your waist, holding your curves so gently as you found yourself nestling against his chest out of worry.

Two-Bit’s smile was normally teasing or overly happy, but now it had melted into an expression of genuine serenity and affection. Look at his two lovelies, all cuddled up together despite Darry’s obvious sweat layer. It seemed like you didn’t quite care, and in all honesty, it was nice to see your affections laid out so truthfully and lovingly.

Two-Bit had to ruin the moment though, and ended up giving your rear a hard slap, not hard enough to hurt though. Just sting a bit. This had a yelp escaping you, and a giggle shortly after while Darry’s hand came to cover the area Two-Bit hit.

“Damn, little lady, you got a lovely pair o’ cheeks here. All perfect and round, barely hiding away in that small skirt of yours. Is this on purpose, baby?” Two-Bit asked with a slight hint of suggestive intent in his tone, his body pressing against yours which added weight to Darry.

With a blushing expression when Two-Bit lifted up your skirt, you tried to wiggle away out of embarrassment, yet only to be betrayed by Darry as his hands kept you where you were. Two-Bit had given you a look that had asked for permission to strip you down, and you with your ditzy little mind couldn’t really decode it, so you nodded.

This action made you help afterward as your panties and shirt were removed simultaneously by both men. You had to bite back a groan of discomfort when your breasts were now pressed a little too hard against Darry’s torso, but everything got more comfortable when your positions were switched entirely. Your ass was now high up and your face was in between Darry’s crotch. Poor you, he thought, but it didn’t last long when Two-Bit had begun to prod at your asshole with his middle finger for some prep.

“Go on, little lady, I’m sure Superman needs some prep too. Mind helpin’ him out?” Two-Bit smirked in a non-malicious manner, holding your asscheek with one hand to keep them spread while his fingers worked tirelessly to get your pretty hole open.

You hazily complied, manicured nails desperately fiddling with the fabric of Darry’s jeans as you worked your hands to unzip and unbutton the damned clothing. Hands gently pulling down the fabric of his boxers while his cock sprung free made a soft sigh of excitement leave you, your hands fisting his cock so gently as you found yourself submitting to the both of them.

Your puckered lips had found their way to his tip, kitten licking the soft skin as you made yourself accommodate to whatever they pleased. It was lazy, and both men could tell by how desperate your hips were jutting into Two-Bit’s hand and how hard you were sucking on Darry’s cock, but was it worth it for the pleasure and praise? Fuck yeah.

Darry’s large and bandaged hands were grasping diligently at your hair, pulling you down so you could suck in more of his length. Poor you, helpless and forced to succumb to their whims. You enjoyed it though, being their little sex dolly.

Two-Bit’s finger was removed from your asshole, the lovely puckered entrance a bit red from the consensual abuse it endured. But it was happily flexing in hopes it’d take in Two-Bit’s waiting cock, but for now, he watched as Darry had his fun with you. He couldn’t lie, it was a bit hot watching Darry furrow his brows and choke back little sobs of pleasure.

“Ohh, sweetheart, yes! Jus’ a little deeper, yeah? C’mon, c’mon baby..” Darry pushed the words out, his body spasming from just how weepy his cock was for you. Your breasts were in his line of sight, and the little sounds you made had him climbing up the walls of straight ecstasy. How could he not be close?

However, Two-Bit with that sneaky expression of his said something more than anyone could possibly decode, and he pulled you away from Darry right as the poor man got right up to the edge of the pleasure he wanted to find. It pained Darry to see your body being pulled away from him, only to be pushed back onto his body to lay him flat on his own mattress.

“Alright, little lady, you ready for us?” Two-Bit asked teasingly, his cock’s head playing around with the puckered hole of your rear.

Meanwhile Darry was stunned to oblivion with your breasts squishing his face, and for a second or two, he didn’t quite know how to react. Until you gave one of the softest moans to jolt him out of his trance, his hand moving to grab the base of his cock as he awaited further instruction. Now, Darry was a man of discipline and order, but good God, he found it so hard to do so with you just pinning him down unintentionally.

With a pitter patter of your hands adjusting, Two-Bit looked down at Darry and gave a small nod with a smirk attached to it. Oh god, did they have something mutually planned? You feared for the sake of your pussy and your ass that it wouldn’t be too bad, but no, you knew them both well enough.

“Be gentle please..” You whimpered uncontrollably as they began trying to push their hardened lengths into you simultaneously; it wasn’t very pleasant.

Two-Bit responded with a chuckle, his hips bucking to send his cock right into your puckered little asshole, causing a little yelp to rip from your throat as Darry tried to situate himself inside you as well. With a bit of fiddling, he finally managed to get his own urethra in between your labia, the tantalizing flesh becoming all too tempting before his hips pushed up to meet yours.

With a broken cry of his name, everything had begun. Harsh thrusts from Two-Bit had made your breasts begin bouncing in sync with the momentum set by him, the sight causing Darry to whimper in admiration. Why did you have to be so damn sexy? It was like you were just made to take care of them.

You were helplessly moaning and writhing in their motions, eyes rolled to the back of your head as soft strings of drool were daring to pour out of your mouth and onto Darry’s face. But you couldn’t let that happen! Not when they were making you fly to cloud nine with them. You looked absolutely blissed out, fucked dumb by two cocks hitting every spot that had you gushing endlessly for them.

Poor Darry, he could feel Two-Bit’s cock in your ass from your inner walls, the pressure causing your pussy to be tighter than he’s ever felt it. He was in heaven for all he cared.

“Oh yeah little lady, you feelin’ it? Listen to Darry moanin’ like a little bitch in heat, yeah? Can you believe that’s your doin’? Oh baby, yeah, moan louder!” Two-Bit chided, a hand slapping the fat of your ass to elicit a moan deep from your throat.

Darry was almost disgusted by how filthy Two-Bit’s mouth could be, but he was too focused on trying to chase that orgasmic pleasure bubbling in the base of his cock. The lower part of his abdomen was tightening as he climbed that staircase to heaven on Earth, and he swore that there were flashing lights and a pit of dizziness threatening to swallow every nerve in his body.

You, on the other hand, were loving every damned second of the moment. Engulfed in such pleasure and with a mind the size of a pea, how could you not? Your brain was helplessly chanting, “More! More! More!”, while your mouth was focused on vociferating all the pleasure through sounds such as moans and whimpers and gasps.

Your own orgasm began to brew in your lower stomach, the feeling becoming all too strong like a spring continuing to be pushed downward and downward. Inevitably, like any other thing, there was only a certain amount of time one could hold on for until it eventually became too hard to hold onto.

“Ohh, close! So close, so close, please! I’m so close, oh God!” You mewled, tears freely streaming down your cheeks as pleasure began to burn every little nerve and vein of your body. This moment was great for masturbation later on.

“Yeah, little lady, tha’s it. Y’gonna cum for us like the good little slut you are, yeah? Be a good girl, let it out.” Two-Bit sneered, hands gripping almost deathly hard as he pounded into you harder, making your body hit Darry’s so you all could get equal amounts of pleasure.

Two-Bit’s adamance on your climax had you trembling, and soon enough, the little cord in your tummy had snapped as you squealed and released on Darry’s hard on with vigor.

This had your pussy walls spasming and pulsating, as well as your asshole, which had caused both men to find their orgasm through your own. And just as you were coming down from that delicious high, the two men were starting theirs.

It was only whimpers and gasps heard for a moment or two until everything went almost eerily silent, but you were jolted out of that when Two-Bit took you off of Darry’s body and plopped you down beside the injured man, moving himself beside you so you laid in the middle. Everything had grown warm and fuzzy as you rested so calmly between the two.

Darry was now cuddled at your side, pressing the softest kisses to your jaw in gratitude for all that you’d done while Two-Bit had nestled himself onto your cleavage, using your chest as a temporary pillow while he pressed a rough kiss to your sternum.

Everything was silent and perfect, so calm and peaceful. You were about to drift off to sleep, tired from everything you felt, and slowly you were succumbing to the strength of your exhaustion. Until you heard a gruff tone say, “Two-Bit, I swear, no more o’ that random shit. I almost got heart palpitations.”

It was Darry of course, complaining like he always did. All Two-Bit did was chuckle and cover you three with the blanket before whispering a soft “g’night” and falling asleep. You had followed shortly after until it was just Darry by himself. Begrudgingly, he closed his eyes and tried to go to bed as well.

He needed the rest too.

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The Lost Boys Masterlist

Had to make a separate Lost Boys Masterlist cause I couldn't put any more links on my main Masterlist lol.

(Please note that I only write Female!Readers and Female!OCs..(afab))

❤️=Fluff

🌶️=Smut

💧=Angst

The Rut series

David

Dwayne

Marko

Paul

David

(Headcanons)

David used to be a gunslinger 💧

Modern!David song headcanon 💧

Song that makes Modern!David think of his past

(Stories)

Can you do mine too? (XReader)❤️

Dwayne

(Headcanons)

Dwayne with a short S/O ❤️🌶️

(Stories)

When you're unaware (xReader) ❤️

Christmas Surprise (xReader) ❤️

Don't blame me (xReader)💧❤️

Santa brought us snow! (xReaderxLaddie)❤️

Christmas Angel (xVampireReaderxLaddie)❤️

Santa is real! (xVampire!ReaderxLaddie) ❤️

Private time (xReader) ❤️🌶️

Best Christmas Ever! (XReaderXLaddie)❤️

Marko

(Headcanons)

Marko is Italian 🌶️

Calling Marko an Italian Stallion ❤️🌶️

Marko and his mate's son wanted to try drag ❤️

Marko has a sensitive (to touch) stomach ❤️🌶️

(Stories)

Biker Dad (xVampire!Reader) ❤️

Touch me (xReader) ❤️

Trust me (xReader) 🌶️

Ti amo (xReader)❤️

Take me away (xReader)💧❤️

Pop rocks (xReader)❤️

Knight in shining armor (xReader)🌶️

Paul

(Headcanons)

Paul is the group's hair stylist

(Stories)

One chip challenge (xReader) ❤️

All

(Headcanons)

Coming up behind you and sniffing your hair/neck

Earring headcanon #1 (What they look like)

Earring headcanon #2 (Origins)

Earring headcanon #3 (They give you their matching earring)

Order that they were turned, and a bit about their past lives.

"I'm so tired of men and their slutty little waists"

The boys trying to move their mate into their sleeping area

You gain characteristics of whoever sired you.

(Stories)

Incorrect Quotes

#1

#2

Ok now because of @two-red-lungs 's headcanon about Marko being Italian (which I am now clinging to like it's a lifeline lol). All I can think about is

Marko getting so lost in pleasure while he's with his mate that he just completely forgets English and starts speaking Italian. If you don't understand it, be ready to just bask in the beauty that is him speaking it, head thrown back in pleasure while he completely loses his shit, you get a gist of what he's saying due to the tone, fluctuations in his voice, and overall breathlessness.

If you do speak it, it is some of the dirtiest, yet sweet and romantic shit falling from this boy's tongue. You're not quite sure how he could mix both how much he loves you, how good you feel taking him, and how he wanted to completely ruin you for anyone else, so you would never even think of straying (pfff as if you would). But he does, and it sounds like music to your ears.

When it's all said and done it still takes him a bit to learn English again. He's cuddling with you, basking in the afterglow and muttering soft little confessions of love against your skin.

Give the boy a bit, let him ride out the serotonin, he'll eventually start speaking so you can understand him again (if you hadn't been able to this whole time).

I request a poly!terrortwins x reader smut fic based off this gif. reader walks in the room during this moment and is first upset that Nikki shaved Tommy’s head, then you can’t help but find Tommy’s new Mohawk hot and you can’t resist him any longer. I’m sorry if this is confusing. You can use your imagination to how you want to write the smut bc idk how to go about it.

Haircut || Nikki Sixx + Tommy Lee

[Nikki Sixx x AFAB!Reader x Tommy Lee]

Summary: you can’t help but find yours and your boyfriend’s best friend hot

Warnings: SMUT, voyeurism,

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You had no clue how you ended up in this situation but it all started when you opened up that door.

You walked into the room surprised to find Nikki, your boyfriend, holding a razor and Tommy brushing back his new haircut. “What the hell happened?!” You shriek staring at Tommy’s luscious locks on the floor.

“Nikki gave me a new a haircut!” Tommy answered proudly.

“Don’t you think it suits him, babe?” Nikki smirks devilishly, walking towards you and swinging an arm round your shoulders.

You loved Tommy’s fluffy hair, and always had, so you were disappointed he got rid of it. However, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to the man in front if you. Nikki saw the flicker in your eyes. “It’s nice and all but what if you grow to hate it,” you shrug as you depart from Nikki’s side to stroke your hand through his hair. You only realised how close you made yourself to Tommy when you felt his hot breath hit your neck.

You face went visibly pink as you stepped back. Tommy’s grin, that matched Nikki’s, told you he knew exactly what you were feeling. “I think she likes it,” Tommy winks.

“So do I,” Nikki approached me from behind and wrapped an arm around a waist, “do you think he looks pretty, babe?”

“Very,” you murmur shyly looking down at you feet, face heated up. Nikki’s growling bulge was pressed up against you.

Tommy raised his hand to caress your cheek as he stepped forward. Nikki chuckled.

One minute you were sandwiched between your boyfriend and his best friend, the next your head was lolling onto Nikki’s shoulder, mouth agape as you babbled unintelligible words and shook your head, overwhelmed with intense pleasure.

Your core was burning and sore, you could feel your thighs bruising as Tommy fucked you roughly, intensely. he rutted against you, eyes foggy and filled with lust, hungrily taking in your fucked out expression. he was dripping in sweat from the exertion, his tattoos decorated his skin that glistened brilliantly.

You locked eyes with him, whimpering until your head was thrown back. The bassist tugged viciously at your hair, propping you up for his best friend to abuse for his pleasure.

“You wanted Tommy to fuck you, didn’t you. He’s just so pretty with his new haircut, isn’t he?” you could almost taste the jealousy riddled in his venomous voice. You couldn’t move your head if you wanted to, too weak to fight against his unrelenting hold.

“S’okay, darling,” The drummer’s deep voice whispered, “tell him how much you wanted me.”

You shook your head as much as you could in Nikki’s hold, panting. “no? I thought I was so,” he paused and growled deeply, sending a vibration through your entire body, “so pretty.”

You shook your head again and a harsh slap sent your head snapping to the side. You felt the scorching outline of Nikki’s big hand on your cheek. “he’s not pretty anymore? you don’t like how he’s fucking you like a desperate mutt?”

Tommy bit your neck harshly and you whined lewdly, feeling his teeth break your delicate flesh. His hips sped up and you dropped your hands from his back, scratching down the smooth skin.

Nikki scooted closer, squishing you between the two men. Your back was flush to his and your own bare chest was pressed to Tommy’s. Nikki forced his slender fingers between your heaving bodies, tickling your clit. The two of you reacted instantaneously. You quivered and squirmed while Tommy dug his nails into your flesh, hips stuttering.

“you’re so pathetic, babe. so filthy and dirty, fucking my best friend like a stupid little slut.”

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