this beat rolls right through my chest

Flesh (G.D) SMUT

Request: “Hi, hello, wanna know what you should write? You should write a gray smut based off the song “flesh” by Simon Curtiss okay byyyyyye”

Warnings: SMUTTTT, Bondage, Daddy kink, Fingering..yeah dirty stuff ;)

Song: “Flesh” By Simon Curtis

xxx

It’s what you craved. The feeling of Grayson’s skin against your own. It left you a moaning mess, so when you both found yourselves in your shared bedroom, you couldn’t help but beg for him to do things to you. Things that some people wouldn’t approve of…
“Gray..” You whimpered as he rubbed his knee against your crotch area. “Shhh princess.” He hummed and sunk his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, nails digging into the skin of your hips as he slowly tugged them down.

Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my flesh
(Get undressed, ta-taste the flesh)
Bite into me harder
Sink your teeth into my flesh
(Pass the test, ta-taste the flesh)

Grayson admired the fading hickies on your neck, all different shades in the stages of bruising as he tossed your jeans to the side. The sight only spurred him on to leave more marks, to claim you as his. Which you already were, but that obviously wasn’t enough.

Finally, he released his vice-like grip on your hips long enough to finally discard your shirt, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it away. Immediately, his hands were back to shoving your hips against the wall, holding you in place as his knee rubbed against your throbbing heat. The moan that left your lips caused Grayson to smirk as he leaned down, ghosting them over your bare collarbone.
“Fuck, Gray. Please.” You pleaded which made Grayson chuckle huskily, his front teeth taking a small bit of skin and nipping sharply, hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.
“Tell me, babe. What do you want?” Grayson’s voice was husky and rough, making you clench your legs together in an attempt to stop the throbbing feeling in your panties.
“I want you, oh my god. Please, stop teasing.”

Hold me up against the wall Give it ‘till I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it rough
Like it rough
Rough
ROUGH!
Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my flesh

Grayson laughed once more and removed his lips from your neck, trailing them towards your own. His bruised lips moved against yours softly, you ran your hands up and down his chest then grasped a handful at the hem, tugging on it as if to tell him you wanted it off. In one swift movement, Grayson detached his hand from your hip and grabbed both your wrists, pressing them up against the wall directly above your head. You whimpered against his lips and thrusted forward with your hips, he pressed your hips down further against the wall as the kiss deepened. “You need to use your words baby, you have to beg for it. Earn it.” Grayson mumbled against you.
You whined in response, thrusting forward once more to feel Grayson’s throbbing length through his jeans right against your front.
You just wanted his pants off, to be able to properly grind against Gray without the rough texture of clothing in the way.
“Baby, I need you. Bite into me, fuck me, push up to me. Make me scream, beg for more. Tie me up, fucking choke me.” Your words made a grin etch upon Grayson’s face as he lovingly traced your sides, “Whatever you want, babe.”
Grayson opened his mouth and leaned down to your throat, licking and sucking a red mark onto your skin, occasionally biting the raw skin there which drew loud moans from your lips. He released his grip on your wrists to undo the button of his own jeans. You gasped when you felt his hard on poke at your inner thigh. Grayson then grabbed your panties and tore them off, listening to the relived sigh that escaped your lips when you felt the tip of his cock rub at the entrance of your folds. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself, understand?”

Hold my arms above my head
And push my face into the bed
Cause I’m a screamer baby
Make me a mute

Immediately you nodded, your pupils dilating as you caught a glimpse of how big Grayson’s length was. You’ve had sex with him before, but it still took a lot to get used to his size, it wasn’t exactly very easy to adjust to. “Yes daddy.” You replied and Grayson nodded, reaching down to grab the hem of his shirt to toss it up and over his head, revealing his chiseled body to you.
He leaned forward to press an appreciated kiss to your jaw as you kicked off the torn pieces of your panties from your feet. “What’s my name?” Grayson asked as he cuffed the side of your face with his hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “Daddy.” You breathed as Grayson nodded in approval. “Good girl. You’re always such a good girl for me, you know that?”
Grayson unclasped your bra and pulled it off, leaning down to capture a hardened nipple into his mouth.
He pressed the tip of an index finger against your slick folds causing you to gasp in delight. Grayson smirked in response and brought his hand back up to your mouth, you opened it and he stuck his finger inside. You fluttered your eyes as your swirled your tongue around his finger, tasting yourself. “How do you taste baby?” He asked and removed the finger from your mouth. “Amazing.” You replied and licked your lips hungrily. “Hmm, maybe I’ll just have to see for myself.” And with that said, Grayson pried your trembling thighs apart and you shuddered at the cold air gushing against your clit. He pressed a finger into your folds and used his thumb to draw small circles over your clit. You moaned as he leaned forward, his hot breath making you want to just shove his face into you. “Can I touch you? Please daddy?” You whispered as he inserted a finger. “Go ahead.” Your hands found his hair and you gripped his brown locks as he added another finger, his tongue lapping up your juices. “Gray- Grayson fuck!” You moaned as he removed his mouth from your clit, “Want another finger?” He asked, to which you nodded frantically. “Use your words sweetheart.”
“Please daddy, please add another one.” You begged and Grayson complied, shoving a third finger into you. You removed a hand from Grayson’s hair and slid it down to your clit, beginning to rub it to please yourself even more. “What did I tell you? No touching yourself.” You whimpered and removed your hand from your throbbing heat, returning it to grab Grayson’s hair. You grinded your hips against his tongue as his fingers worked their magic inside of you. “Gray..I’m close.” You breathed and rolled your hips in steady movements. Grayson abruptly removed his fingers and stood up as you whimpered.

You put your hand up to my neck and feel the pulse
Beat, beat, beat, beat
It’s like a trigger getting ready to shoot

“Get on all fours. Right here, on the floor.” The command was followed through immediately, and Grayson couldn’t help but to grin as he picked up a tie as he watched you wiggle your behind for him in excitement. “Now, chest on the ground, hands behind your back.” He used his tie to secure your hands against the small of your back, in which he tugged on a few times to ensure that you couldn’t escape.
Two fingers were pushed you suddenly and you moaned in response, your hips pushing back against the digits in search of more.
Compared to Grayson, two fingers were nothing. So, Grayson began with a fast pace, his fingers repeatedly pushing into you, eliciting many, many moans. Two became three, then three became four, thoroughly stretching you out to accommodate his size.

Wanna wrestle with me baby?
Here’s a sneak little peak
You can dominate the game
Cause I’m tough
I don’t play around that often
When I do, I’m a freak
So you better believe
I like it rough


Looming over your back, Grayson keeps his fingers deep inside of you, steadily pressing and rubbing over your g-spot, he bit gently into your shoulder blade and you gasped in pleasure.

“You like that? You wanna come for me, just like this? Or do you want my cock inside you?” In the beginning, Grayson wasn’t very fond of dirty talk, but now he found he was a natural at it. He enjoyed murmuring dirty words into your ear, watching how they affected you and you did as well. They made you want more and they made everything way more exciting.

Hold my arms above my head
And push my face into the bed
Cause I’m a screamer baby
Make me a mute

“Fuck, both. Please Gray, I wanna come, please.” You whined as Grayson peppered soft kisses along your back.
Grayson curled his fingers right into your g-spot once more and the pleasure was so intense that your thighs trembled, your toes curled, and your back arched like a bow.
Satisfied with the outcome, Grayson untied your hands and allowed you to regain your composure before instructing you to stand up. “I want to fuck you against the wall.” Grayson commanded and shoved your hips against it once again, his lips clashing with your own.

Hold me down
And make me scream
Lay me on the floor
(Me on the floor, la-la-lay me on the fl-oor)
Turn me on
(Turn me on)
And take me out
(Take me out)
Make me beg for more

Grabbing your wrists once more, he tied them above your head and you whimpered into his mouth. “Hush princess.” He cooed into the shell of your ear as he slowly entered you. He immediately found a rough and fast pace that left you a moaning mess.
“Fuck, oh fuck, please.” You tipped your head back, face thoroughly flushed as Grayson pounded into you so hard your body jolted with each thrust.

Gray leaned down, littering hickies on your neck, collarbone, breasts, and shoulders. Anywhere he could reach with ease, claiming you, his.
“You’re gonna make me come again, please, Gray.” You squirmed in his grasp, panting heavily, your body already highly sensitive from your last orgasm. In response, Grayson’s hand trailed up until it was enclosed around your throat, pressing down just hard enough to make breathing a difficult task. You clenched your eyes shut as your back arched off the wall, Grayson’s other hand reaching down to give you a harsh slap on your backside.

You put your hand up to my neck and feel the pulse
Beat, beat, beat, beat
It’s like a trigger getting ready to shoot

The first orgasm was intense, but the second pulled a scream from your lips, tears escaping your eyes in pleasure as you grinded your hips against Grayson. Your eyes saw white and your body trembled Grayson continued taking you roughly.

Hold me up against the wall Give it ‘till I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it rough
Like it rough
Sink your teeth into my flesh

He pounded into you until he was finished, and released your throat. “Fuck Y/N.” Grayson moaned as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. He reached a hand up to get rid of the ties and your hands immediately encircled around his torso to hold him up. “I love you.” You said softly, nuzzling your face against his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. All you wanted to do now was cuddle with Grayson and sleep for the rest of the day.
“I love you too. More than you know.” Grayson breathed out as he reached down to lift you up bridal style. “I’m not sure if you can walk right, so I’m just going to put on a hot bath for you.” Grayson pressed a soft kiss to your temple and gently set you down onto the bed. You hummed in response and grabbed the blanket, tossing it over your exhausted body. Grayson returned a few minutes later. “Alright, I got the bath running-”
He smiled softly to himself as he spotted you already asleep on the bed. “My beautiful girl.” He murmured softly as he crawled into bed besides you, spooning you under the covers. “I love you.”

xxx

Just a kid (Peter Parker Imagine (part 1??) Peter Parker x Assassin! Reader)

Warnings: stabby stabs, blood, peter being hurt, like 2 swears

Word Count: 1892 oops

A/N: I’m supposed to be studying for my trials but fuck that. I guess this counts for creative writing right?? Also, this is my first Peter Parker imagine, I definitely imagined this with more parts so if you want more just shot me a message. It probs won’t be updated until after trials or even after HSC which is like a month away BUT IF YOU GIYS WANT IT I CAN DO IT!!!


Standing above Queens was a surreal experience. The cars rushing below you, the lights blurring into one red and yellow streak. You watched the sun sink below the buildings and the street lights slowly flicker on. Your eyes scanned the buildings in front of you for your target. The red and blue clad spider-man. Your employer had passed you a pretty thin folder on the superhero. It was filled with blurry photos of the man swinging from web to web, not much was known of the man but he was causing a lot of trouble for your employer. You had spent the last two weeks watching him from different posts on building. Watching how he fought, how he defended himself, looking out for his strengths and weaknesses. From what you could tell he was a good fighter, quick and strong. He still had to learn how to intimidate the people he caught but he knew how to use his strengths and his suit was high-tech, you low-key wanted to ask him where he got it so you could get a similar one but sadly, you knew you had one job to do here tonight and that was not asking Spider-man where he got his suit.

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Loot - Part 6 - Jim Kirk

Loot masterlist

Word count: 2,833
Warnings: angst, language, description of burn injuries

A/N: VERY LONG PART, I KNOW but i didn’t want to cut part of it. im not a huge fan of my writing here, nor am i a huge fan of majority of what happens mostly because i love jim x reader (GASP, spoiler?). i feel like i could’ve cut parts with scotty but whatever! tell me if you want to be tagged. enjoy n lemme know what you think! 


You opened your eyes and, through wet and clumped eyelashes, stared further into a room so dark, you could only make out the faint silhouette of a collection of shelves. You felt the rawness of your throat upon clearing it, wiping your right palm down the lap of your trousers. You curved your fingers so your right hand was clasped around your knee and stared at your left hand, tracing a border around the burns with your eyes.

Your breathing had finally slowed to a normal, healthy rate and your heart no longer slammed into your aching ribs. Your fingers didn’t shake anymore and there was feeling in your arms. You thought that might’ve meant progress. Your condition was stabilized in comparison to the moment you’d stepped into the storage closet that was now radiating a sticky heat.

You pushed off the ground with your uninjured hand and cradled your left arm under your chest.  Your blood boiled at the sight of the balled fabric on the ground. Your ears and cheeks grew warm enough to rival the artifact itself.

With the sole of your boot, you kicked at it with as much force as you could while gritting your teeth. Grunts of effort left your lips as you continued to strike it even after it hit the wall with a clank.

You wished it would break under your weight— you needed it to break, you need it to either destroy itself or destroy you once and for all. But, through the rubber soles of your boots, you could feel its heat only grow.

Giving up, you sighed and fell against the wall behind you. Your head lolled back against the metal surface and your right fist connected with it, a cry of frustration ringing through the room.

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Request - Garrett “Fallen Angel”

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, seeing how he came home with that grin on his face and that twinkle in his eyes. It was that you couldn’t smell money, but you knew that you would smell it all over him. Again.
“Garrett…” You hissed between your teeth. Your cheeks were glowing and red, your veins were swollen from anger. “You really don’t want me to earn that place in heaven back, do you?” You cocked your head and saw how he shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t think you’ll earn that back with saving monsters.” He was still smiling and you followed him inside leaning against the doorpost.
“I was sent to the earth to save lives.” You paused and took a deep breath. “You’re not helping.” You saw how he laughed, shaking his head. You knew how he thought about this, how monsters weren’t human, how their lives didn’t count, how angels should be caring about all the people he was saving by killing the monsters.
“I’m helping you.” Garrett walked towards you and he pressed his hands next to your head on the wall. “All those monsters killed or would kill humans.” His nose was almost touching yours and you were holding your breath. “That are the lives you’re saving.” He moved away again and you breathed out, grabbing his wrist to force him to turn back towards you.
“I was sent to you.” You stared at him, your eyes meeting his, a part of your brain understanding what he was saying, another part of your brain knowing that he was wrong, that you wouldn’t be here if he was right. “I asked how I could get my wings back and they said that I should stop you.” You swallowed and saw how he rolled his eyes.
“I’m not going to stop.” He turned his wrist and freed himself, but you didn’t want to give up, didn’t want to ruin your chance to get your wings back, didn’t want to give up everything you had been fighting for.
“I’ll find a way to stop you.” You crossed your arms over your chest again and saw how Garrett turned around. Your heart was beating in your chest and blood was running through your veins.
“What were you going to do? Kill me?” He laughed and you bit your lip. “Killing me will for sure not get your wings back, little angel.” He shook his head, but you smiled.
“Who says that in this case you’re not the monster? That you’re not the one who should be killed to save lives?” You saw a little worry in his eyes.
“You wouldn’t do that, would you?” He stepped closer towards you and you felt his arms around your waist.
“You kill for money. My wings are worth a lot more than you will ever earn.” You leaned in and pressed your lips on his, feeling how he kissed you back.
“I don’t think you can do it.” He whispered.
“I wouldn’t count on that.”

Typical Tuesday Night | Part 3

Do not read this without reading Part 1 and Part 2 first or you will ruin it for yourself! 

Word Count: 3978

Taylor dug her toes into the white sand, sitting up on her beach towel and looking out towards the crystal clear water. Off in the distance she could see a few people windsurfing, but for the most part, the beach was empty as far as she could see as she looked left and right.  It was a private beach, so of course it was supposed to be deserted, but she was always cautious.

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Oh, I’ll fall apart in your arms
From each beat that radiates from your chest
Your heart is racing
Every word that rolls off of your tongue
You’ve been talking for hours
Every glimpse you take that pierces right through the surface
You can’t seem to keep your eyes off of me
But I’ll cherish every moment
But the question is
Will you take the time to put me back together?