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Ooo ok so i got kind of a dark/smutty one for ya. No pressure to write this though if your not feeling it!

Could you do a Dwayne x fem! vampire reader who just completely goes wild on a group of surf nazis and after he's just looking at them while they are both all bloody and disheveled, with their hair all wild and he's just thinking about how he much he loves her and how he's gonna drag her back to the cave before the other boys get home and show her that <3

a/n: Thank you anon! I hope this was to your liking!<3

𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩

Pairing: Dwayne/Fem!Reader

Warning: Feral Vampire Fucking/MDNI/18+, Vampirism/Biting/Blood, Murder, FEM!READER, Dirty talk, Oral (F receiving), praise, Size kink, Dwayne is in love.. one might call it Blood Lust. Note: I have a vivid imagination when it comes to writing gory shit.

Summary: Every one is out for a feeding, Dwayne catches sight of the reader all bloody and feral and decides to take her back to the cave where he shows her just how much he’s got Blood Lust for her.

The Lost boy were out at the boardwalk in Santa Carla, having fun and terrorizing the people. It all made the group laugh as Marko and Y/n had teamed up to scare the absolute jeepers out of this one surfer nazi. Loud laughter from Paul as he threw his head back. Paul and Marko cackled like a pack of hyenas. Y/n laughed hard enough that she was holding her stomach, feeling the ache forming as she laughed.

"Did you see his face?!" Paul wheezed as you were near tears, your laughter only spurring on his and his spurring on Marko's. People walked by with a look of annoyance, but they didn't dare say anything as they knew this group of totally-insane-biker-vampire-gang wouldn't take it lightly. You walked back over to the group along with the Terror Twins. Paul still giggling as Marko chuckled behind his glove he was biting on. You put yourself next to Dwayne as he hooked an arm around your waist, placing a kiss to the top of your head. The reason why the four of you; Dwayne, Marko, Paul and you- were standing in place, was because David had some business to attend to, none of you asked what it was. Cause you didn't dare to.. I mean cmon- its David. We were all laughing.. until. "Hey you! You goddamn Whore! - You made me spill my damn drink!"

The surfer nazi that you had scared, yelled towards you and the guys. Marko and Paul had instantly stopped laughing, Dwayne stared daggers into the guy and you glared at him, feeling anger bubble in your veins, Dwayne squeezed your hip, speaking to you in the pack bond. "Eeeasy.. we don't want to get kicked off the boardwalk again". The guy walked up towards you all, looking at you with an intense laser focus. You flicked your pointer fingernail over your thumb, not realizing you claws had grown from your fingertips till the smell of your blood hit Paul, Dwayne, and Marko's nose. Making them snap their heads towards you. All three of them spoke in your head, "waoh.. hold on-" "Careful, y/n" "Easy, love.." As if on Cue, David walked over, having smelt your blood. "What's going on here?" The surfer nazi wasnt afraid of the four of you per say.. more so David though. "Uh- uhm." The guy stammers, looking at David then the four of you. "Nothin! it was nothing. Just a little miss understanding." He says, seeing the look on David's face as he backs away. "Right. A mis understanding... well. Move along then" David spoke. It was unusual for him to be this... easy about things, maybe he's tired?? No. You had managed to read David's mind, and he was far from tired. In fact he was amped up on energy. As you watched the Surfer Nazi walk away, you thought outloud, but quiet enough that only the four vampires you were with can hear. "I know who I'm eating tonight." You stated, claiming mark on that one particular Surfer boy as the guys chuckled. Dwayne kissed the top of your head.

It was late, late that night. The boardwalk was quieting down, shops closing and lights turning off.

A few drunk surfer nazi’s, including the guy from earlier, were drinking around the bonfire. Laughing, and play fighting as rock music came from an old boom-box that sat on one of the beach chairs.

“Aye- man. That girl f-from earlier.” A guy hiccuped, drinking his cheep beer as he swayed. “She was kinda hot. Too bad them crazy- hiccup- bikers were with’r” he continued, “I would love’ta get me some’of that.” He drunkenly slurred, putting his hand in front of him and making a gesture of ‘hitting it from the back’ as laughter filled the group of men.

The men jumped at the sound of an additional laughter, snapping their heads into the direction of the sound. “As if she’d want a drunken skank like you.” Dwayne spoke from in a tree where the rest of the boys were as well. The group of drunken surfers nazi’s looked at each other, then loud laughter coming from them all.

“Yeah.. we’ll see about that when I fuck’er brains out later” The guys from earlier said as he goes to take a drink from his beer before his head gets torn clean off.

All the drunk guys froze, stiffening as they look at their friend.. now decapitated, friend. “Wh-what the fuck?! Jerry- what the fuck?!” A guy drops his beer as his friend Jerry, drops to his knees, blood spewing out of his neck.

They were too shocked and didn’t even realize the girl from earlier was holding his head in her hands with her vamped out face, sharp fangs on display as she laughed, swiping her finger over the ripped skin of Jerry’s neck.

“What were you saying about fucking me?” Y/n spoke, looking behind them at the tree. Then it happened so fast, the group looked at The Lost Boys in the tree. Appearing out of the shadows of the tree, laughing and bearing their fangs, the boys' faces vamped out as they laugh at the screaming Surfer Nazi's. You jump onto one of them, biting into his neck as he screams, blood filling your mouth as you hear his heartbeat weaken, sucking his blood dry. The other boys of the group being sucked dry, played with, and ripped apart by your fellow vampires. Blood filling their mouths as they rip and shred through the group of screaming, running, drunk surfer nazi's. Once the group was dead, ripped apart, and bloodless. You and the boys threw the remains into the bonfire. Paul Jumping up and down, adrenaline still running through their veins along with you, David and Dwayne. Dwayne looks over at you, seeing your once well put together hair, whisps of it now bloodily mated down to your face, blood smeared across your face, and breathing out heavily. His jeans tightened at the sight. You look over at him, clothes and hair also disheveled and bloody. He gives you a look and you smile and nod as he holds his hand out to you, you swiftly take it. He leans down and kisses you roughly, gripping the sides of your face. As you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately, he suddenly picks you up without breaking the kiss. He wraps your legs around his waist, time seems to stop. He breaks apart from you and speaks up. "We'll be at the cave." He roughly announces to the others. They give the two of you a knowing glance. Dwayne carries you all the way back to his bike, setting you on the back and gives you anther kiss, it was quick but still full of as much passion and need as earlier. "I'm gonna fuckin' ravage you, Princess." He says as he kicks his leg over the bike, starting it and starting his bike. Butterflies fill your stomach at his words. He waits just long enough as you wrap your arms around his waist before taking off. Driving at high speed back to the cave. The second you get to the cave and getting off his bike, he grabs you taking your lips in a deep kiss, dominating your tongue with his. He grips under your thighs, and you feel his claws come through your jeans and poking your tender thigh skin as you wrap your arms around him. One hand cupping his cheek while the other runs through his long dark tresses. He manages to carry you inside the cave, still holding you and still in a deep kiss, taking you to your shared nest. He lays you down on the bed, instantly attacking your neck with nips and sucks. As he leans over you, you realize just how much bigger he is than you. From his shoulders to his hands, and everything in between. "What's going through that pretty head of yours, Princessa?" He rasps out as he rips his clothes off, completely and utterly desperate to feel his skin against you. As if you weren't fast enough to get your jeans off, he grips the waistband and tugs them down your waist just seconds after you undid the button. "Someone's impatient." You tease, only for him to grip your jaw, not enough for it to hurt, but enough for it to get your attention that he's not playing games, and that he needs you now.

He pulls apart your shirt, leaning down and continuing to leave nips and bites along your breasts. "Dwayne!" You gasp out as he rips open your bra. "Sorry, lovie. I'll get ya more." He winks at you as he takes your nipple into his mouth, and he kneads the other tit in his hand, tweaking your nipple several times as well as sucking on the other one with a loud pop before breaking off. He leans back up and rubs your hips through your panties. You run your hands over his body, feeling every muscle and indent. "Gonna let me fuck this sweet pussy, baby? hmm?" he groans out as he pulls your panties slowly down your hips. You nod, running your hands up to his shoulders and pulling him down for another kiss. "Yes.. oh god yes!" You pant out. The kiss was desperate, messy and you loved it. You loved getting messy sex with Dwayne. You loved how rough but loving he gets. You lift your hips slightly, allowing him to pull your panties off you. He takes a deep breath in, smelling your arousal as he groans, throwing his head back. "Y'smell so sweet, my love." He says right before he dives down and placed kisses up your thighs before licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue with a groan. You whimper at the feeling, biting your lower lip as his tongue wiggles around your clit gently. "Oh- fuck Dwayne" You moan out, rolling your hips against his face as he makes out with your sweet, wet and juicy pussy. He doesn't mind not one bit as he follows your hips with his mouth, gripping your waist and holding you against him. Your hands fly up and grip into his hair, tugging as you moan out when his teeth gently slides across your clit, making your thighs tighten around his face. "Dwa- oh fuck!" You get cut off as he pushes his tongue into your dripping hole, making you arch your back and gasp out and blabber words of incoherent syllables. He moans against you, and this makes you grip onto his with a great strength as you cum. You're cum fills his mouth and his senses, lapping at your sweet nectar. He lifts his head from in-between your thighs as you grip his face, pulling his up and kissing him. Tasting yourself on his lips as he pulls you into a lotus-flower. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his cock twitch from under you.

He lifts you up as you grip his hardened cock, positioning it under you. You give him a nod as he pushes you down on his cock, making the two of you moan in union. You wait a few seconds before moving, resting your forehead against his. You start to roll your hips against his, feeling his tip touch that deep part inside you with a moan, throwing your head back. He takes this chance to bite into your neck, fangs slipping into your skin as he moans at the taste. You might be a vampire, but he still loves the taste of your blood. It's all part of vampire mating rituals; they drink each other's blood to feel closer connected. You feel the heady, cloudy feeling fill your senses as you inch closer to cumming, legs starting to ache as you bounce up and down on his sweet thick cock. "Cmon baby.. cmon" he pants as he pulls away from your neck, your blood dripping out the crease of his lips. You lean your head back down and kiss him, tasting your own blood against your lips. He grips your hips and pulls you almost all the way of his cock, then slams you back down. He does this over and over again, the two of you kissing the entirety of the time, thanks to being vampires- you don't have to break away from the kiss. He speeds up, his grunting getting louder as he gets closer to cumming, feeling his balls tighten. He speaks into your head "Cum with me baby. cum with me. Cum on my cock with I cum deep into your pussy." -And you do, cumming hard as you spasm around his. Only then do you break this kiss to moan out loudly, your fangs jutting out swiftly as you see stars behind your tightened eye-lids. "I got you baby." He kisses your cheek as he lays you back against the bed, laying on top of you slightly as he pulls his softening cock out of your dripping-with-cum pussy. This makes you whine out, the feeling of being empty passes through you as you feel his cum drip out of you. Dwayne, lays down beside you, pulling a blanket up and over the two of you as he grips you waist, pulling you to lay down against him. He kisses the top of your head as you fall asleep. Just in time, noises are heard from the middle of the cave. David, Marko, and Paul got back. Dwayne made a mental note to tell them to be quiet next time to two of you run off and have sex in the cave.

Hey guys I am also gonna write for supernatural (if I ever get to writing anything😭) so please request stuff for supernatural

Marko takes a jumpy reader out on a date to one of those fake haunted houses despite being the scariest thing there. Things get heated 👀

House of Mirrors

Pairing: Marko/Reader

Warnings: SMUT/MDNI/18+, Mirror Kink/Against a mirror, Eye contact, NO GENDER SPACIFIED/NO GENITAILIA SPECIFIED, Vampirism/Blood-Drinking, Thrill of getting caught. Tell me if I missed anything!

A/n: I know it’s not Halloween, but I needed this NEOWW. I'm gonna basically just straight into the smut cause I don't know how to ease into it from where I was

Tagging: @scrrry-mnsters @aviradasa @dushku @thelostboysforeva @acotar-lover @theorizinganomaly

It was a chilly night on Halloween at the boardwalk, screaming, and laughing can be heard, and the smell of candy, faux smoke machines, and latex, can be smelled.

You and the boys made it to the boardwalk, seeing everyone dressed as different things. You saw people dressed as all such things. From a werewolf, to a lifeguard. Paul, and Marko were talking about going to the Horror house. David and Dwayne just wanted to take candy from people and scare them with their vampire faces.

You on the other hand were a jittery mess, squealing and jumping every time someone would scream, or when you heard a loud noise.

Marko loved it. The fact that you’d cling to him when you got scared boosted his ego. Made him feel needed. ”C’mon angel! Let’s go into the Haunted House.” Marko whispered into your ear, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek momentarily before pulling back, grabbing your hand and leading you into the haunted house with Paul.

“Marko- I.. I don’t know.” You mumbled, looking around the dark hall. Screaming from hidden speakers echoed through your ears along with real ones from people who walked into the haunted house before you.

“Y/n, I’m the scariest thing in here. I’ll protect you.” Marko laughed, placing his hand on your hip as the two of you walked side by side.

You looked around a dimly lit hall. A loud shrieking laugh booms to the right of you, a mannequin flying out of the wall. Out of reflex, you reared your arm back, punching the mannequin with a loud thwack.

“FUCK!” You shout, pulling your fist to yourself and rubbing your knuckles. Marko laughed, gripping your hand again and walking out of the hall.

The two of you continued through the house, your heart racing, beating against your chest when you exit the haunted house. You get a warning from the person who controls the haunted house, blah blah “don’t hurt the property” blah blah blah

“You okay?” Paul’s voice rings out of nowhere, he must have went a different way through the house. He also might’ve been out of the house a while due to him already having a huge helping of cotton candy.

You shoot a look to Paul, hands shaking from fear and adrenaline. Marko speaks up, reaching his hand over to you and intertwining your fingers together.

“We’re okay.” Marko giggles from behind his glove, pulling you closer to him, leaning down and kissing your cheek.

Marko pulls you in front of him, leaning his chin on your shoulder from behind. Marko got an idea to help you get over the jitters for the night, smiling against your cheek as he kissed it.

“Wanna go to the house of mirrors?”

You shrug, turning around to face him. “It’s better than doing that again.” You say as you point to the Haunted House where screams and shrieks echoed through it. Marko smirks to himself, walking with you to the house of mirrors that was connected to the haunted house.

You don't 100% understand how you got here. All you know is that you were pushed up against one of the mirrors, Jeans and underwear at your ankles as Marko slams into you from behind.

You also don't know how Marko's figure is visible through the mirror, the image of his blissed-out face, eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape against the side of your head.

"M-marko! How's th-that pos-possible?" You moan out, Marko's thrusts against your ass making your words come out in syllables. Marko laughs against your cheeks, meeting your eyes in one of the many mirrors. "No idea, sugar. All I know- is that this hole is mine!" Marko growls out, gripping your hip, pulling it to him to meet his thrusts. "Marko!" You moan out, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of you, making your eyes roll back. Marko places his hand over your mouth, keeping you quiet. "Shh. Don't want someone to catch us, huh?" You moan at the thought, eyes rolling back as your spasm around him. Marko then thrusts harder, catching you off guard as your eyes open wide, choking on a moan.

"That's it baby. Keep those eyes on me." Marko groans against your cheek, eyes still on his through one of the mirrors.

Marko keeps going, thrusting roughly as he feels his orgasm approaching. "Wanna cum baby?' Marko growls out, fangs poking out from under his lips. You nod rapidly, moaning softly from behind Marko's hand. Marko laughs, turning your head to look at the two of you in the mirror.

"Look how good you look, angel." Marko said as he rammed his cock over and over. Reaching his arm around you, rubbing you to add to the pleasure. You chant behind his hand, "Marko! pleasepleasepleaseplease!" Feeling yourself cum hard, your orgasm triggering his. Marko filling you with his cum, still thrusting in and out of you. His cum dripping down your legs dure to how potent his seed is. Marko helps you get situated, pulling your clothing back on you. Marko pulls his jeans up, buckling his belt. "Lets go find the others." Marko says as he kisses the side of your head, leaning you out of the Mirror Maze.

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AND THE LOST BOYS PLEASE

Part 2, Game Of Our Sins

Happy new year post!

Warning: No use of Y/N. PET NAMES GO BURRR, Orgasm denial, SMUT, Dwayne is a munch, vampirism, blood kink, F/MMMM, Power play (if you squint) praise, dirty talk. Blindfolded reader. Mentions of nesting(??) Tell me if I missed anything.

A/n: I was listening to Cry Little Sister by Marilyn Manson and I just- Jeez.. anyway!! Enjoy:)

”Oh kitten.. seems like you weren’t fast enough.”

Was all David said before I was pushed up against a tree, he kissed down the right side of my neck, and Dwayne to my left. I heard Paul whine softly, wanting in on the action. “Shit..” he huffed out, the sight before him making his pants grow tighter. Marko patted him on the back with a grin that could mean anything. “Poor Paulie”

David pulled back to look at me, his hand on my jaw to make me look at him.

“please.. I-“ I murmured, looking into David’s eyes, his eyes seemed to darken with an untold lust. “let’s get you back to the cave so we can have our prize, hm?” He spoke. Really to himself as he looks me up and down. Dwayne pulled back and grinned softly.

“look at her. Already crazed for a good fuck.” Dwayne spoke in the pack bond, his words echoing through their heads.

The second we got back to the cave I was carried to the nest, my Dwayne. He had me over his shoulder with a hand placed on the joining of my leg to my butt. He squeezed the fat there with a groan, his bottom lip between his teeth.

I look up at Marko he was right behind Dwayne, then it was Paul, then David at the end. Marko leaned down and kissed my lips as I use my hands to kinda lean up with my hand placed on Dwayne’s lower back. The kiss was short due to the fact of me being thrown onto the bed with a squeal.

“Look at you darlin’.” Dwayne spoke gently, leaning down and kissing me on the lips, my hand flies up and lands on his head. The kiss was both greedy and full of love.

I felt the bed dip next to me. I look over and I see Marko sit behind me, kissing up my jaw. His hands splay out on my waist as he gently tugs up my shirt so he can feel skin on skin.

I reach behind me and grip the back of Marko’s head with my free hand, pulling away from Dwayne to turn my head and kissing Marko.

Dwayne tugged at my jeans after he unbuttoned them. Yanking them down as he kissed my abdomen. “So pretty.. so fucking pretty.” Dwayne says against my skin. I open my eyes to see Paul and David walk into the ‘room’. “Without me?!” Paul groaned. David placed his hand on the back of Paul’s neck, whispering in his ear.

Whatever David said to him make this dudes eyes glint with something primal, enough to make Paul’s eyes flash yellow slightly, then he turned to leave the room momentarily. I was caught off guard by a nip to my inner thigh.

“mmmph..” I moan, pulling away from Marko’s mouth. “Dwayne—!” I gasp as he mouths at my clothed sex.

I look down at him, gripping his head toughly as he basically makes out with my clothed pussy. He meets my eyes. His pretty brown eyes, looking into mine. The eye contact, the pure lust behind those eyes would even make Medusa freeze. A moan catches in my throat as I feel teeth dig into the other side of my neck.

“Fuuck!—“ I let go of Dwayne’s head and grip the back of David’s neck. His fangs digging into my throat making my fangs jut out of my gums in a soft hiss.

The three of them look at me, my eyes closed, head thrown back, face contorted with pleasure, and fangs out. When Paul walked in he nearly came in his pants. “Shit sweetness.” He moaned. I lift my head, watching Paul walk into the room, but my attention was brought back to Dwayne as he finally pulled down my panties.

“Slowly.” David said to Dwayne and he complied. I was surrounded at this point as they watch a string of slick pull from between my panties and my wet pussy. They all groaned simultaneously.

Paul handed David whatever he had in his hand before joining us on the bed. Marko had placed his hand on my shoulder, pulling me to lay back before pulling my shirt over my head.

I reach behind my back and un clip my bra, then Paul comes into view over me and leans down to kiss me. I feel a pair of hands kneed at my tits, Just as that happens Dwayne kisses my clit.

“D-Dwayne!-“ I gasp. “Good girl, kitten. Good. Fucking girl.” David coed against my ear as Dwayne suckled on my clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before making a long swipe from my entrance to my clit again with the flat of his tongue. Paul leaned down and kissed me, all open mouthed and teeth. Dwayne pulls my legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around my thighs to hold me to him. Then he goes to town, moving his face side to side, flicking his tongue against my clit.

“I-I’m gonna cum! Ahhh-“

Then Dwayne pulls away from my pussy right before I release. “Uh uh.. want you coming on our Cocks.” He says, standing up from in between my legs.

My body feels like my nerve endings are on fire, making goosebumps appear up and down my skin. The feeling of warmth on my tits makes me arch my back and open my mouth in a silent scream.

“pleasepleasepleaseplease!-“ I blurt out, tightening my grip on Paul’s arm I didn’t know I had. Fireworks bursting in my veins, hot and vibrant.

“please what, angel?” Marko, murmurs against my tit, bite marks and hickeys for sure to bruise tomorrow.

Before I even get to blink, I’m spun around on all fours. Dwayne behind me and David in from of me. I look up at David as he grips under my jaw. Not enough to hurt, but enough to show dominance. “Marko asked you a question, Kitten. You need to answer.” He said, eyes boring down into my own. “I need you guys..” I say out of a heavy breath as I feel Dwayne massage his tip on my dripping cunt.

..when did they undress??

I moan at the sensation, trying to get for of it as I wiggle my hips backwards. Only to be stopped with a slap to my ass. The sting makes me gasp.

David holds his hand out to Paul while keeping eye contact on me. Dwayne dips his leaky tip into me slowly making me open my mouth in an o shape. A moan leaves my lips, then I see what Paul handed David.

“If you need a break, give me three taps to my leg, m’kay?” David said as he wrapped the blindfolded over my eyes.

I nod, letting out soft moans as Dwayne sinks deeper. “Good girl, baby.” I hear Marko from beside me. I realize how heightened my senses got after my eyesight had been taken away by the blindfolded.

“Open your mouth.” I hear David say. I do so, letting my tongue roll out as he put his dick in my mouth.

“fuuck.. kitten. So precious, huh? Dirty, dirty girl.” David says as Dwayne sinks in deeper, god he was huge.

“Fuck darlin’.. squeezing me so good.” Dwayne huffed, placing a kiss the my lower back.

Then I feel two extra hand grip and squeeze at me as I suck off David, him hitting the back of my throat making my senses combust. Trying to figure out who’s who, and who’s where, sending me into a frenzy as I flutter around Dwayne and moan around David.

“Holy shit baby..” Paul whines beside me in a weakened voice, I could tell he was jacking his cock off at the sight, making me wand to reach out to him.

The lewd sounds filling my ears were enough to tip tip me over the edge, my eyes roll back from behind the blindfold and I squeeze down on Dwayne. David pulls me off his cock as he cums on my tongue as my orgasm triggers Dwayne’s.

He groans, pulling out and rubs my hips lovingly.

“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl” David praises.

“Swallow like a good girl, hm?” Marko leans down to your ear, the sound of wet skin making a slinck.

I swallow the load of cum, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

Marko switches places with Dwayne and Paul with David. Then move me to where my head is hanging off the side of the bed, Marko grips my boob, squeezing and kneeding it. And Paul hikes my legs over his shoulders as he enters my wet pussy with a groan.

I open my mouth as Marko slips his cock inside my mouth. Paul leaning down my placing kisses over my other boob as Marko tweets my other boobs nipple. The sensation sending me into an orgasm already.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Paul whines as he feels me clamp down on him and Marko throws his head back from my moan.

Dwayne and David watching us as Dwayne holds my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“sweet girl, taking mine and Paul’s cock so fucking well.” Marko moans, as he feels himself get closer.

I start to swallow on his cock instantly triggering his orgasm as he cums down my throat. Paul inches closer to his orgasm as his fangs pick against my neck.

“Shiiiit!-“ He huffs as he speeds up his movements. Marko pulls out of my mouth, removing the blindfold as he helps me sit up. Paul instantly pulling me onto his lap as he fucks up into me.

I give Paul a good set of fuck me eyes and it sends him over the edge, he burrows his face into my neck. as he bites my neck, his fangs digging into my skin and warm liquid drips down my neck. I release, my orgasm making my flutter around his cock as I moan loudly.

“I love you, baby. So fucking much.” He huffs into my neck as we come down from our high. Then I feel hands grab ahold of me as we all cuddle up with each other in the nest.

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Dean Winchester killed hitler, time for trump

Dwayne Smut Headcannons

- Not a big fan of public sex, it’s not very polite to bend a pretty/handsome thing like you over in the cold :((

- cannot handle his s/o sitting in his lap before sporting a hard on. It’s embarrassing!

- Gentle with you, even if he’s pent up or practically in heat.

- Very handsy, has drawn blood down your thighs multiple times

- not very vocal. Usually has to be extremely overstimulated to get anything other than grunts and groans out of him

- Thinks the breeding kink is a bit.. odd. He wants to have kids eventually (if he even can.) but he doesn’t get turned on by the thought of you knocked up.

- hair pulling, any type of marking, domination and choking are huge turn ons for him.

- he’s a switch, can go from calling you mommy one second to choking you with his calloused hands the next

- not the biggest fan of threesomes, he honestly thinks they are pointless. Nobody can make you feel good like he can.

- More of a giver then a receiver. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a big fan of you choking around him but the blissful way you look down at him makes his body go warm

- Big fan of aftercare, doesn’t enjoy the feeling of leaving you to clean yourself up after you made him white knuckle the sheets.

↳ baths if the two of you have time, or just simply wiping you down with a warm cloth is all it takes.

- Loves to just lay in bed with you, not giving two shits when the boys come back from feeding.

((It’s a bit short. But was this good? It’s my first smut so let me know.))

Get this man's fingers round my throat, pulling my hair, in my mouth, gripping my wrist, holding me down, around my waist, bruising my hips, playing with my tits, parting my thighs, lifting me up, and most of all Fingering my soul out of my body.

Oh then I wanna cuddle tf.

Dirtier than Heaven Pairing: Peter Steele/Fem!Reader

Warning: SMUT/MDNI/18+, Manhandling, Body worship, Doggy/On a Couch, size kink, IMPLIED RELATIONSHIP, multiple orgasm, I guess public play??, breeding kink if you squint.

a/n: I'm gonna kinda combine your other ask with this

Filming the Christion Women video was going to be a hassle, you were already sexually frustrated. Your cheeks were tinted red, your underwear was most likely soaked already. Why?

Peter fucking Steele. Thats why. He teased the living hell out of you before set. Leaning down and whispering in your ear with his deep voice. When you'd sit down, he'd make you sit on his leg, and he'd bounce his knee here and there. Giving your sweet pussy friction.

He'd give gentle squeezes to the back of your neck, his hand big enough that it most definitely covered your whole neck. The dominant presence of him alone set you off. It all made your thigh clench at the thought, the feeling.

Now you have to film a sex scene with Peter. During the scenes, he'd whisper just low enough that the film crew can't hear, "Look who's all horny, baby.. Can't take it?" He says as he runs his hand over your head for the video scene. You try to keep your real moans at bay, even though you can most definitely feel his long hard cock against your leg under the sheet. By the end of the filming, your overly sexually frustrated, pussy soaked and breathing raged. God, you were so horny right now. It made you need Peter all the more.

You meet Peter back at his trailer, walking in and seeing Peter man spreading on a couch. "Peter.." You sigh out, walking closer to him slowly. "Come here, dove." He simply said, using his long pointer and middle in a 'come here' motion. You instantly went over to him as he sat up, legs still spread as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair in the front, moving it way from his face as you lean down and kiss him. Peter leans back again, your legs on either side of him as you kiss.

Peter places one hand on your hip, and the other under your jaw that’s slides down to your collar bone then to your tits through the gown you wore for the video. You moan into the kiss, feeling him knead at your breast.

“Look at you.” Peter starts, pulling away from your lips to kiss down your jaw leaving open mouth kisses song your skin.

“—So pretty.” You says as he rolls his hips from underneath you, using the hand on your hip to hike up the gown around your waist. You moan out at the feeling of his clothed cock from under you, his zipper rubbing at you clit beautifully.

“Peter, please.” You moan out, head thrown back. He moves back from your neck, looking up at you. Your face red, hickies and bite marks forming along your neck, your shaky hands gripping at his shoulders and your hips grinding down on his clothed cock.

He bites his lover lip, dipping his thumbs into your panties, pulling at them until they snap. You gasp out, head snapping down to see him throwing your ripped panties to the side. He groans lowly at the sight of your soaked cunt, your hips twitching each time you roll them against his zipper.

“Look at you. So desperate, all for me.” He smiles to himself as he reaches a hand down and rubs at your clit. Your hips jolt, causing a ragged breath to escape your mouth.

“Peter!” You moan out, leaning your head down and laying it on his shoulder. Peter grips your wrists, pulling them to his belt buckle and jeans.

“Undo them like a good girl.” He said as he pulled the gown over your head, your nipples hardening from the cold air. Peter put his mouth on one of them and kneaded the other while you took his belt off and moved to pull down his jeans.

Peter lifted you up with his hips, allowing you to tug his jeans and underwear down. Once the where of his hips, he lifted you off his lap with one hand under your knee and the other arm around your back moving you to lay down on the sofa.

Peter stood up, pulling the rest of his clothes off. His long cock aching as he turned you around onto all fours, placing your hands on the back of the couch and knees to the edge.

“Look at that. Good girl.” He spoke lowly, running his cock through your folds to gather your wetness.

“Please, Peter.” You sigh out, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Patients.” You huffed, leaned down and kissing the back of your neck as he eased himself in. The stretch of the first few inches had you gasping, whimpering and gripping the back of the couch.

“Peter- fuck!” You gasped as he inched in a few more inches. He hand both hands on your hips to steady you, rubbing his thumps over your skin reassuringly. “I got you baby.” He pulled out, then pushed in inch by inch. Over and over again he repeated this until he was flush with your ass.

All that alone ushered 2 orgasms out of you, just him getting inside alone. It made your head dizzy, biting into your lip till it nearly bleeds.

“Little pussy feels so good, baby.” Peter murmurs as he leans down, kissing your shoulder as he starts thrusting in and out of you, hitting your g spot over and over again.

Peter slides his left hand down to your stomach where an obvious bulge appears and disappears, in sync with his thrusts.

Peter thrusts faster, focusing his thrusts against that spot over and over again as he feels himself disappear and reappear on your stomach. He uses his other hand to pull you back against him to meet his thrusts.

“Peter! Mm- I’m gonna cum.. again!” You try to get your words out, but it comes out is whiny moans, but he knew nonetheless.

“C’mon dove. Cum with me.” He moans, speeding up his thrusts, feeling his balls tighten as he stops thrusting, holding your ass against his hips as he cums deep inside you. Your brain is mushed, you’re leaning against the back of the couch with no more strength to hold you up. The only thing keeping you up right is Peter.

Peter is leaning against your back, snaking both his arms around you and picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap.

He’s laying down on the couch with you against him, unconscious and fucked out.

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1. Nobody’s fool - Cinderella

2. Knocking on heavens door - GNR cover

3. Come as you are - Nirvana

4. Live and let die - GNR

5. Looks that kill - Motley Crue

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thank u for the ask <3 uhm. songs making me crazy right now:

i. it's only heaven // hurricane

ii. people // freak of nature

iii. lithium // nirvana

iv. good mourning/black friday // megadeth

v. tied to the bells // tuff

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I love this so much

hello, i don't know if you take requests but I saw a tik tok where a teacher was getting ready for firefighter day at the school and I immediately imagined teacher reader and firefighter dean winchester

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMBsQnGn4/

I'm sorry for my english

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ stop, drop... and flirt,

summary. firefighter day but this year's edition features a calendar-worthy firefighter

pairing. firefighter!dean winchester x teacher!reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 542

notes / warnings. just shameless flirting

You don’t usually get flustered. You run a class of twenty-five chaos gremlins on sugar highs and zero impulse control. You handle scraped knees, forgotten lunchboxes, and glitter explosions like a seasoned general.

But today?

Today, Dean Winchester walks into your classroom in a firefighter uniform—and your brain promptly short-circuits.

You were told someone from the station would come talk to the kids about fire safety, give the ol’ “stop, drop, and roll” speech, let them play with the siren. You were expecting someone older. Possibly balding.

You were not expecting six feet of flirty smirk and forearms that could carry you like a sack of flour.

Dean tugs off his helmet as he steps in, raking a hand through messy hair. “Hope I’m not too early.”

You manage a blink. A nod. A sound that might be a word. “You’re… just on time.”

He flashes you a smile that should be illegal in a school zone. “You the teacher?”

You almost say, I can be whatever you want, but somehow swallow it down in time.

“Yes. I’m Ms. Y/L/N. And you’re…?”

“Dean. Station 34. I usually don’t do these things, but my buddy was out sick, so…” He shrugs, then adds, “Figured I’d come hang with the cool kids.”

“Right,” you say, doing your best to focus. “Fire safety. Stop, drop, and roll.”

“Yep,” he grins. “Though I gotta say, I might need a refresher on the ‘stop’ part. Not when you’re lookin’ like that.”

Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Excuse me?”

He steps closer. Just enough to feel the heat of him.

“So,” he says, voice lower now. “I know I’m supposed to teach kids about fire safety, but you?”

You tilt your head. “Yeah?”

“You’re kinda making me forget all the rules.”

You bite your lip, heart hammering. “That a line you use often?”

“Only when I mean it.”

You’re definitely blushing now. “Uh-huh. You gonna charm the kids like that too?”

“I dunno,” he teases. “Think they’ll appreciate a ‘damn, teach’ moment?”

You try—really try—not to laugh. You fail.

The kids love him, of course. He talks about fire drills and escape plans and even lets them sit in the driver’s seat of the truck out front. They cheer. They squeal. He winks at you at least three times, and each time it knocks a year off your life expectancy.

By the end, when your classroom is empty and the chaos has cleared, you find him lingering at the door, helmet back under his arm.

“Thanks for coming,” you say, arms folded, leaning against a desk.

He grins. “Thanks for not calling HR on me.”

“I thought about it.”

He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. Hands it to you.

It’s a business card.

You raise a brow. “Calling in a fire?”

He shrugs. “Or dinner. Whichever comes first.”

You smile despite yourself. “You really don’t quit, huh?”

Dean winks. “You’ll get used to it.”

And just like that, he’s gone—leaving behind the faint smell of smoke, engine grease, and whatever cologne should be bottled and sold under the name trouble.

You glance down at the card, still warm in your hand.

Looks like Firefighter Day might become your new favorite school holiday.

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