#first time getting into smut

[riddle-me-ri]

Okay I got a request (which you don’t have to write) but um…could you maybe possibly write a little fic for the Holiday season?

I saw your reblog of BTAS Eddie in his Santa suit and now I kinda want a smut fic with him in his Santa suit.

Do with this information what you will. 😘😂💚

A/N: asdfghj ok anon same brain same brain. Cause every time I see more panels of him in the Santa suit my mind goes brrrr lmao. Thank you, anon for indulging me without even realizing it 💚 plus I'm always down bad to write about my husband. I hope you enjoy, this is my first time back into smut after my wee break and so sorry for the abrupt ending I wasn't sure how to end it rip…

Trigger Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content (cock-warming, piv intercourse (reader is gn but has breasts and a vagina), roleplaying?, human furniture? Kinda sorta…I dunno I’m trying some new ideas here rip help), dirty talk, and denial

Word Count: 1.2 k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Nicely Naughty

You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Ready to call it a night in your green chemise nightie, when you heard the front door open to your apartment. 

You walked down the hallway to the door. "Eddie?" You called out. 

"Hmm…not quite, darling." A deep voice answered back. 

You quirked your eyebrow as you rounded the corner. Despite speaking lower, you could still tell it was your Ed. 

"Eddie what are you…oohh." A sly smile grew across your face as you took in the sight before you.

"Good evening, my dear…I see you're still awake." Edward greets in a low hearty voice, tipping an iconic Santa hat at you. 

You walk over to him, taking in his rich red suit and leather belt. When you got up to Ed, you tucked your fingers into the belt and pulled him closer to you. 

"Where'd you find this?" You asked in a sweet whisper.

Something about the way you looked at him and spoke…made Eddie drop the voice. "Wasn't particularly hard to find, and I remember you saying something about me being dastardly handsome in red.."

"And I was right." You leaned back to take another once over.

"So…Mr…?"

"You may still refer to me as Riddler…" Ed smirked. "While ol' Kris Kringle rewards the good little boys and girls…I, The Riddler, test them to see if they truly deserve to be on the nice list."

You gasped. "You don't think I've been nice, Mr. Riddler?" 

Edward tsked. "Afraid not darling, in fact…" He leans beside your face. His lips centimeters from your ear. "...you've been the naughtiest of them all…" 

You giggled as the sensation of his breath on your ear tickled. "It's not my fault, Mr. Riddler…my husband's insatiable!" 

"Now, now, shifting blame won't do you any good…even if it's partially true." 

You cross your arms in feign defiance. "What can I do to get on your nice list..Mr. Riddler?" You asked, feigning innocence. 

Edward put his hand to his chin, tapping it, as if actually thinking of a solution he didn't already have. 

"I have one idea, my dear…" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was absolute torture. 

Some kind of sweet surprise this turned out to be. 

You were straddling Edward's lap, backwards and naked. His cock comfortably nestled inside of you as you try your best not to squirm for friction or squeeze your walls for pressure. 

Meanwhile, Riddler was painstakingly writing his so-called "naughty or nice" list on your back. 

Ed pinched your back or started from the top of your back with his list every time you shifted. 

You were slowly but surely losing what was left of your nerves. Hours have crept on by, what was probably more like thirty minutes. 

B-A-T-M-A-N and then a line across it. 

R-O-B-I-N and then another line through it. 

You swear, you could actually feel the lines of his fingers on your skin with how repetitive and consistent his touch was along your back. 

He continued to write a couple more names, now more towards familiar colleagues…

S-C-A-R-E-C-R-O-W and a little checkmark. 

You bit your lip, trying to refrain from whining or mewling…or else that will cause him to start all over again. 

M-A-D. A pause. H-A-T-T-E-R. A checkmark. 

"You're doing so good for me, darling…you'll make The Nice List just in time for Christmas." 

H-A-R-L-E-Y. A pause. Q-U-I-N-N. A checkmark. 

You cared less about some damn list and more about getting off. 

Edward placed his head along your shoulder, nestled against the side of yours. He began planting small sweet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

You couldn't take it anymore. The knot in the bottom of your gut was churning. Waiting for something to happen. 

"E-eddie…" You breathlessly muttered. 

Ed groaned. "Yes, darling?"

"P-Please…baby…I-I can't ah-" 

Edward took his index finger and poked his nail into your skin. He dragged his fingernail lightly across your back. 

Familiar letters he wrote into your skin…in your lust filled haze you were able to make out the letters of your name. Along with miniscule little drawings of hearts beside it. 

He whispered in a husky tone. "You've done well, I'm impressed, dearest." 

Edward pinned your wrists, that were keeping you steady on the bed, to your back. He held your wrists down against your back with your arms crossed. 

He kissed your cheek. "Time for your present…" 

Before you could think of a response, he started thrusting deep inside you, deeper than you thought he could get. 

You were a moaning and panting mess. Trying to keep up with his almost maniac pace. You felt weak against him, with no way to support yourself having your arms restricted. You were completely and utterly at his mercy. 

You tried to grind yourself down onto him and meet him whenever he thrusted fully inside of you, trying to get some kind of instance of control or more friction between you two. 

The build-up, the teasing; the torturous feeling of being filled but not fulfilled…it was all too much. 

"E-E-Eddie…Eddie…ffff please, please don't stop.." 

He didn't stop but he did slow down, in order for his brain to compute a response. 

"I-I…hah…c-could never…" Ed panted. As he let your arms go, they fell to the side as you began to regain feeling in them again. "F-feel so good…dear." 

Edward steadily grew his pace back up again. You were practically bouncing on top of him at this point. One of your hands went up to the back of his head, to pull him closer to you. His teeth latched onto the apex of your neck and shoulder as he kept bucking into you like an animal. 

Your other hand traveled down to your flared and sensitive bundle of nerves just below your Mound. You began frantically but carelessly swiping your fingers across your clit. Searching for that precipice of pleasure that's been bubbling since you first sat on his cock. 

You were so busy chasing your climax. You barely felt a pair of slender fingers brushing your hand to the side and replacing your sloppy motions with more concise and controlled rotations around your clit. 

Nothing could stop the small whimpers, cries, and moans that poured out of you. 

A complete cacophony of your desires from filling up the room. You were somehow able to also make out Edward's erotic grunts and huffs as he keeps his relentless pace, making your walls squeeze him that much tighter each time. 

"E-Ed-Eddie…" Your pants became silent cries as you finally reached your climax. 

Your walls choked Edward's cock as your tightened walls finally caused him to cum as well. Milking his load for all it's worth. 

Ed's hands came up to your legs and up to your arms and back down again, in order to calm the physically pleasurable quakes all along every limb of your body and atom of nerves. 

You leaned your body back into his, exhausted but finally satisfied with the relief you were desperate for mere hours ago. 

Edward chuckled softly at your exhausted state. He pecked your temple as he leaned you both back into the mattress of your bed. 

"I must really look good in red, hm?" 

You snickered softly. "Eddie, you look good in anything…but I'll always prefer you in nothing." You smirked as you leaned deeper into his chest before slowly dozing off.

#ri writes #btas riddler x reader #btas riddler x reader smut #first time getting into smut #after last one sorta bombed #rip #hope you guys like it #asdfggjk

[sanjifucker42069]

OPLA!Sanji x Reader - Blowin'

Word Count: 4.6k

I cut down some of the less, y’know, important stuff (the plot lol)

Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), fem!reader, awkward first times, awkward af, the reader is a dipshit. I’m ngl this isn’t one of those cute first time fics where virgin!reader is suddenly a sex goddess, you are legitimately an idiot. As usual, written with a plus size!reader in mind.

Sanji finds out you’re a virgin. You suck his dick. Congrats!

Sanji was going to fucking lose it. Out of all the possible scenarios Sanji never once considered Nami would take you out to a bar to pick up guys. He brooded as he nursed his drink, Zoro rolling his eyes at the display. Sanji just growled. Usopp looked between them.

"How about another round? 'Nother milk Lu? Hey Sanji, why don't you come with me? I saw some hot chicks up at the bar."

Sanji just shook his head brooding. He looked to where you stood with Nami, laughing at some guy's jokes. He felt stupid at how jealous he felt.

"Hey, Sanj, man. Nami isn't gonna reciprocate y'know?" Usopp offered lightheartedly. Zoro scoffed from next to him. 

"It's not about Nami for once."

---

When Sanji's eyes found you again he saw you alone with the same guy, nursing a drink. Now that Nami was gone he could see the atmosphere had changed, you didn't seem happy like before. He watched as the guy said something and you shrugged halfheartedly. The guy then proceeded to wrap his arm around you. Sanji had known you long enough to see how uncomfortable you looked. Anger flared in his chest. The final straw was seeing the guy trying to tug you out of the booth to leave. You looked so defeated, it hurt. He began stalking his way to your booth.

"C'mon sweetcheeks, let's leave this dump."

"I'm good thanks, I should get back to my friends."

"I already told you bitch, we're going. I didn't spend all this time fucking around to go home empty handed. You're lucky I even stayed once your hot friend left. I'm doing you a favour, so hurry the fuck up."

"No, I really don't want to." You began, the man snarled, grabbing your wrist.

"It wasn't a question. You owe me. I don't go for ugly, but a hole's a hole, and from the back you're probably passable."

You had tears in your eyes from embarrassment. This whole trip was a bad idea. You wish Nami would come back. As the man tugged on your wrist harder you heard that gorgeous voice ring out. You tried to hide your face so Sanji wouldn't see the tears in your eyes. That last thing you wanted was for the crew to think you're weak.

"That's no way to win hearts Sunshine. So uncouth, and frankly, disgusting behaviour."

"Who the fuck are you? How about you mind your own business?"

"And watch such a beautiful lady be treated that way?"

"Beautiful lady my ass. The only thing you can know for sure about girls like this is that their pretty pussy is untouched." The man barked out a laugh causing you to wince. He snaked his other arm to cup your breast over your dress. You saw something flash in Sanji's eyes. "And I know I'm gonna really enjoy these."  

You squirmed, before biting the man. He howled in pain, releasing his hold on you. You quickly made your escape, rushing to cling to Usopp and Luffy, crying. You felt pathetic. Embarrassed that all eyes were on you.

Sanji saw red. You blinked back tears as you called out to him. Sanji was protective of all of you, but he seemed especially so of you. You knew it was because he saw you as some kind of little sister. "It's okay Sanji. Really, let's just go home. Please."

"No." He fixed the drunk man with a freezing gaze. "You dare touch someone so out of your league? I asked you nicely to piss off, but now I'm going to fucking kill you."

Before you could react Sanji had kicked the man in the chest. You watched as he began ruthlessly kicking and stomping the man, muttering profanities and sentences you couldn't understand. With a final stomp he huffed. Zoro finally pried Sanji away. You saw Nami returning, fuming. If you weren't so traumatised by the night you would have laughed at how Zoro pried Nami away too, holding the two brawlers by the scruff as they fought against it, looking like wet cats.

You don't remember how you got home. You remember Usopp covering you in his coat and dragging you out of the bar. You remember apologising to Usopp, crying that you needed to go back. The last thing you remember was Luffy running to join you, scooping you up and starting the walk back to the Going Merry, you, falling asleep in his rubbery arms.

---

"Ah my dear, you're finally awake. I made you something to eat."

You smiled tightly at him, thanking him. The way you played with your food tugged at his heartstrings. You looked so mournful. He pulled up a chair, sitting backwards on it, gripping the backrest. 

"C'mon lovely, don't make me have to feed you myself." He winked. Your lips twitched upwards performatively. Sanji frowned. "Look (name) about last night-"

"I'm sorry."

Confusion. "What?"

You cringed inward. "I'm....I'm sorry I ruined everyone's night."

"You didn't ruin anyone's night, that good for nothing prick did. Don't understand why you'd even go for a guy like that to be honest." He added bitterly. You frowned.

"I wouldn't normally. Everything moved so fast. He seemed nice...It was too late before I realised it's because he wanted Nami." Silence. "Once Nami left, I, well, I didn't want to cause a scene."

"So, what? You were just going to let him take advantage of you?"

You jolted, shocked. "No! No, I- there was no way he was going to-” 

“(Name), love, I know you can be a bit naive but-”

Your voice was small. “He said so himself! He..." you trailed off. "He didn't 'go for ugly girls'. And besides…he was right."

Sanji frowned, angry at the world. How could anyone make you believe that you weren't beautiful? That you didn't deserve some guy trying to take advantage of you? He took a deep breath, steadying his resolve

“There's no such thing as an ugly girl (name), and if there was, I can assure you you're not one of them.”

“Not that.” Sanji took in how you winced, trying to make yourself seem smaller.

What?

Sanji felt the wind knocked out of him.

You're a virgin?" He asked, clearly shocked. You bristled with embarrassment.

"Well...yeah, but I understand how it works! It's not such a big deal, I mean...I've just, I've never had the chance."

"Have you ever...y'know, at all? Not even a handy?" You shook your head. He flushed, you were completely pure.

He felt slightly sick at how his perverted thoughts twisted that. He could be your first, ruin you for all other partners. He could be the one to take your innocence. His cock twitched at the thought. Shame flooded him. You were his friend, his, admittedly, very cute friend. He shouldn't be thinking about you this way. His mind was racing with all the obscene thoughts he'd ever had, the deviant things he dreamed of. He was disgusting. You were too innocent, he'd felt guilty before, but now he felt like he was defiling you just by thinking about you.

You took his silence as pity and pointedly looked away from him, taking a deep breath.

"It's not like I don't want to. I do. But, ugh, it's so silly...no one has ever shown any interest. I'm not exactly a goddess like Nami."

"Darling, I don't believe no one has ever shown interest." He offered a smile. Gods if you only knew how badly he ached for you. How hard you made him. Now wasn't the time for him to blow your friendship over him thinking with his dick. You were being vulnerable.

"I don't need your pity Sanji. It's okay. You don't have to give me the 'everyone's beautiful in their own way' speech. There's more to me than my lack of experience! I'm a good fighter! I have talents, I don't need to be pretty. Just, sometimes, it'd be nice.". 

This wouldn't do. He had to try to fix this. He took your small hands in his, trying not to lose his breath at how warm they felt. Swinging them lightly, he stared into your eyes.

“You are a beautiful girl, you deserve way better than some kind of bastard like that. Men are pigs (name), you shouldn't trust any of them."

"I trust you."

Sanji froze. You peaked up at him shyly. He looked conflicted, and that caused you to smile sadly, misinterpreting the look. You withdrew your hands, fiddling with them in your lap. "I didn't mean that you should take one for the team Ji, I just meant that, well, I trust you. I don't think you're a pig."

"You shouldn't trust me." He lowered his voice. You stared at him, clearly taken aback. "I'm just as bad."

"No, you-"

"No. I'm an absolute pig darling. You aren't that dense surely."

You frowned. "Sure you flirt a lot with other girls, but that's just you! It's charming, non-threatening. I don't see you acting like-"

"I flirt with you too!" He tried, clearly exasperated. You smiled.

"Exactly! You make cute comments to me, and call me cute things like darling, but you're just naturally flirty."

Sanji groaned. Your smile slowly faltered. Sanji screwed his eyes shut. "I'm not 'just naturally flirty'...I mean, I am, I suppose, but I'm actually trying to flirt with you. I thought you were just being polite, but are you really that dense?"

"I....you are?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"But, I'm..." You gestured to yourself. "You're more friendly than flirty to me?" 

"You're too innocent, it's not like I could just waltz right up and tell you that I think you're hot, can I?" He bristled. 

You felt electricity surge down your spine. Hot? Sanji thought you were hot? Sanji? 

Sanji took your silence as disgust. "See! That's exactly why I couldn't tell you."

"You think I'm hot?" He nodded. Your grin spread, hurting your blushing cheeks. Your eyes sparkling. "You think I'M hot?!"

"Yes, okay!" He sounded almost angry.

"Sanji, you're gorgeous! I'm too awkward. Too fat. Too plain. I'm not a model or some kind of beauty. And you're telling me someone as handsome as you, thinks I'm attractive!? And I-"

You stopped, really thinking about what he said. "Innocent? I....well I suppose. I'm not that innocent though."

Sanji's nostrils flared. "Not that innocent? Please love! You prance around in those low-cut tops and shorts in front of everyone, thinking that they ain't gonna go ballistic? You're too trusting of men, thinking that we aren't all beasts inside."

You laughed, still riding the high of his praise. Sanji snarled, banging his fist on the kitchen table. "No! It's true. You think someone doesn't see the way your tits look and salivate? You don't think you would make anyone insane? You don't think I got so fucking hard when you told me you're a virgin?"

He froze, blood turning to ice, clearly regretting blurting out that last bit. You stared at him, eyes round with wonder. He avoided your gaze, cringing at what you said next.

"I...I make you hard?".

"I'm sorry (name), that was very ungentlemanly of me. I didn't mean to say that last part." 

"But you did." He felt warm hands prying his open and playing with his fingers. He flitted his eyes up to see your face red, staring at him with your eyes practically sparkling with mirth. "God, I've wanted you to fuck me for ages, and now you're telling me you've actually wanted to this whole time?"

Sanji stiffened, cock twitching. He ached painfully. He felt parched, throat burning. This had to be a joke. "You...what?"

"Yeah. Fuck. I, mean, the clothing was purposeful at first, I wanted you to notice me. I had no idea it was working though, haha!"

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, I thought you knew? You never noticed I only wore those kinds of clothes when you were around? You never noticed how I tried to cling to you in the kitchen? I just assumed you knew and thought I was gross, so I pulled back." You laughed. "Did you seriously think that because I'm a virgin I can't think sexually?"

"But you've never-"

"You've never said anything raunchy to me like you do to other girls. I thought you saw me as a little sister. It'd be weird if someone you saw like family told you they want to suck your dick."

"Fuck." He hissed. 

"Oh this is too good! Have I been torturing you?" You laughed, running a hand up his arm. "You must be so frustrated."

"You have no idea." 

"I could help you." 

Sanji groaned. "You can't say things like that."

"Oh." You pulled back, back to being timid. Even if it was at his expense, Sanji felt the loss of your confident persona. Fuck he really was a masochist, wasn't he? "I, um, I'd need you to guide me. But if you did want help, I'd like to be the one."

"God, you have no idea what you're doing to me." He heard you giggle lightly. He opened his eyes to see you biting your lip, staring up at him through thick lashes, a blush adorning your chubby cheeks. He throbbed.

"You could show me? I promise I'll be gentle! Please Sanji? Can I pretty please touch your dick?"

Sanji felt like he was going to explode from how cute you were. 

"Fuck. Please."

You squealed in excitement, jumping up from the table, both his arms in hand. He wanted to laugh at how innocent you looked, but instead he felt a lump in his throat. You didn't notice, pulling the seated man into an awkward, crushing hug.

"C'mon! C'mon what are you waiting for? Let's go!" 

"Go where?" He laughed at your eagerness. "In case you haven't noticed darling, we aren't exactly alone."

The way you deflated was comical. What wasn't was the wicked glint that formed in your eyes. Sanji gulped, that was never a good sign. He watched as you quickly dashed out of the kitchen. Sanji looked around, confused. Minutes passed. He got up from the table, moving over to the kitchen island, hiding his lower half behind the counter, lest one of the crew wandered in. He sighed, willing his boner away. 

Bang!

The door flew open. Sanji jumped. There you stood frantically in the doorway. Your hair a mess, breathing heavy, and that wicked glint set on him. He watched as you closed the kitchen door, taking a chair and boarding the door. You grinned, stalking towards him.

No. There's no way.

"We aren't going to be disturbed." You were practically vibrating in excitement.

"What? No. Not in the kitchen. We. Eat. Here." Sanji hissed. You peeked up at him, lip pouting. 

"Please? I'll make sure there's no mess left." You pleaded. 

No mess? Sanji closed his eyes and groaned when he realised what you meant. You were going to be the death of him. When he opened his eyes you were in front of him, staring at him shyly. He startled.

"Can I kiss you? Or is that too far?"

Too far? He wanted to cry. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. He bent down. You grinned. He wrapped an arm around the back of your head, pulling you closer. You tipped your head up. He smiled softly before placing his lips on top of yours.

Your lips locked together like the last piece of a puzzle. You sighed, eyes flitting closed. You pushed further against him, trying desperately to pull him closer. He tasted like cigarettes but you didn't mind, an addictive taste for an addictive man. You wanted more of him. You kissed him feverishly, reluctantly pulling back for air. You stared at the taller man through lidded eyes. He gazed down at you lovingly, a blush high on his cheeks. His blue eyes studied your face closely. 

Sanji laughed as with both hands you pulled his face back for another kiss. His skin was hot, your hands now cold against his cheeks. You tasted sweet and he wanted to devour you so badly. You were too cute. He felt you pull him closer to you. You were kissing and sucking at his lips before you felt it. Sanji bit back a groan, feeling your hips brush against him. He felt pure embarrassment as he heard your breath hitch, pulling away. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by a groan as you experimentally pushed your hips against him harder.

"Oh my gods." He heard you whisper against him. He froze. "Oh my gods it's so-"

"We can stop if it's too much dar-LING!"

He squeaked as he felt both your hands rake down his chest, you humming contently as you kept yourself pressed against him. He felt overwhelmed at how eager you were. He'd never had someone so upfront in wanting to touch him. His cocked throbbed. You mewled lightly, causing another throb.

"Oh my god it moves?" You giggled. He cracked a smile back. You were so innocent.

Sanji had made one crucial mistake though. That was thinking that just because you were inexperienced, that meant you would be submissive. He felt you cage him against the countertop, the wood digging into his ass, your hands on him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, the dissonance was making him dizzy. He felt your hands find purchase on his waist. You breathed out a dreamy sigh.

"God your waist is so fucking tiny."

Sanji bristled with embarrassment. He tried to address it without upsetting you. "Love, that's not exactly what I want to hear."

You giggled. "I can't help it, it's so hot. You could kick my ass if you wanted, but holy fuck you're just letting me feel you up. Gods I've seen you fight, I've seen how thick your legs are, but fuck your waist is so little."

Sanji hissed. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Your hands migrated upwards, resting on his pecs. Your slow pace was driving him insane.

"Can I?" You gestured to his shirt.

"Fuck, love, I'd love to, but maybe when we have somewhere more private okay? Don't want to be too unclothed if someone tries to come in. Same with you okay? Don't want anyone to see something so gorgeous." He smiled at you. You nodded your head, practically buzzing at the idea of this happening again. He winked at you. "You could take off something else though."

Sanji was shocked and delighted at how quickly you dropped to your knees. You began playing with his belt, figuring out how the clasp worked. Sanji scrunched his eyes shut. Fuck, you were so eager! He never would’ve expected it to go like this. Despite your eagerness you were so gentle, as if you were afraid of touching him. He was going to prompt you, but instead you softly pulled his zipper down and began drawing the fabric down till it sat mid thigh.

Oh, fuck. There he was, huh?

You looked at his clothed cock, studying It like it was some kind of strange bug. You wanted to laugh at the comparison. Above you Sanji was flushed, embarrassed by your staring. You ran a finger over the bulge. He hissed, his dick jumping lightly. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat. 

"What?"

"It's so cute the way it jumps."

"Maybe this was a mistake."

"No no no! I promise I'll be good. Can I, um... do I?"

"Just...hah...do what you think is right. I'll...correct you."

Sanji let out an undignified squeak as he felt you lightly grab the clothed bulge. You massaged it, feeling what you could, watching with curiosity how the man above you writhed. Exploratively, you moved your hand further back, cupping his balls through the fabric. The friction of the fabric against bare skin was pure torture.

"Oh shit!" Sanji whined. You withdraw your hand like it burnt. "That's, god, that's really sensitive okay? You're killing me sweetheart."

"Sorry." You mumbled, placing a kiss to his bare thigh. The "strange bug" jumped again. You began peppering more kisses to his thigh. Once you reached the inside of his thigh you breathed deeply, he smelt musky, it made your mouth water. Experimentally, you licked the inside of his thigh. Sanji's thigh tensed. You licked upwards in long stripes until you reached the leg of his underwear. You gave a quick moment of hesitation before you blew air over the bulge. Sanji hissed. Smiling, you placed a kiss directly over the top of his bulge. 

"Did you just kiss my dick?"

"Mmhmm. Watch, I'll do it again." You placed an open mouth wet kiss over Sanji's clothed cock. The man above you threw his head back, whining softly. The fabric was dampened with a mix of your spit and something else. You saw how taut the fabric had become. You cooed. "That looks like it hurts." 

Sanji nodded. You looked up at him.

"Can I take them off?"

He shuddered. "Fuck. Please (name)."

With curiosity you began dragging the wet underwear down his hips, settling them at his mid thigh. His musky scent overpowered you, and you watched with fascination as Sanji's cock slapped against his stomach. Looking up at him you saw how tight his eyes were scrunched, knuckles gripping the countertop. You noticed how he shivered lightly at the exposure. Sanji's cock stood, large, imposing, and leaking. You breathed out a curse. It looked gorgeous, just like him, long and lithe. His happy trail led to a neat little patch of dark hair. You salivated. Eyes drawing to your prize, you winced at how red and angry the head looked.

Sanji thought he was going to kill you when he felt you tap his cockhead like a microphone. Instead he bucked his hips away, humiliation colouring his face. "Stop that! I know you don't know what you're doing, but please use your brain dearest." 

You mumbled an apology before rubbing your hands together, trying to warm them. He watched as you wrapped a hand around his dick before moaning lowly. You studied him, absolutely enraptured, as you gave a test pump. The man above you crumbled. 

"Do you always get this way?"

"No." He panted.

"Just for me?" You tried sultry, trying to muster up some quote from a smutty novel you once read. Sanji peeked one eye open before groaning.

"No." His voice was strained, breathing heavy. You tried pumping him, but the rhythm was sloppy. "N-no. You're...it's a lot right now. I'm not used to it being this slow…or clumsy."

"Do you like it?" You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Unfortunately." He muttered. With a burst of pride you tried pumping him harder. Sanji squealed, grabbing your hand. "Fuck (name), I really need you to spit in your hand. Th-that's painful."

"Oh...sorry." You offered. Sanji watched as you perversely spit in your hand, wrapping the digits back around his cock. You tried setting a rhythm, it was sloppy, but you focused on giving him consistent squeezing pressure. Sanji moaned lowly at the squeezing, hips rocking. 

Soon you reached a steady rhythm. You watched with bated breath before you slowed down. Sanji began to whine from the loss, only to keen loudly as he felt your lips enclose his cockhead. He began spluttering, eyes rolled backwards. He'd take anything right now, fuck he wanted to cum so bad. He sucked in a breath.

"No teeth, okay love?" 

You laughed, the vibrations tickling him in the best way. He moaned, trying desperately to not fuck your face. His eyes were so tightly scrunched.

You slowly forced yourself further down his length, squeezing the base. Sanji swore. You froze, taking a deep breath through your nose. When he didn't stop you, you continued your devotion. 

"Ack!" You choked, throat burning. You felt Sanji's hand patting your head. You retreated off him, coughing.

"Darling don't take more than you can okay. We don't want you to choke now."

You gazed up at him, eyes wet and throat hoarse. "Let me try again!" 

Your raspy voice made Sanji quiver, but the way you looked up at him, absolutely wrecked, made him burn. As quickly as he noticed it, it ended, and you unceremoniously inhaled his cock. He could feel you try to smile. 

"Fuck!" His voice was high as you sucked hard, adding your tongue to flatten against the underside of his cock. "(Name)! Baby, fuck, I-"

"Hey why won't the door open?" Zoro's voice rang through the wood. Sanji stilled, holding your head. The two of you looked at each other frozen. Sanji tried clearing his throat. 

"If you keep making noise out there, I'm gonna explode, Mosshead!"

You snorted, trying hard to not laugh. 'Yeah you're gonna explode,' you inwardly snickered. 

"Whatever shitty waiter." 

Silence. Sanji looked down at you. "Darling, maybe we should stop. It's okay, we can try again another day." He froze at the frustrated look that overtook your features. "Fuck." He whispered.

You sucked harshly causing Sanji to bite his hand hard to avoid screaming. He felt you try swallowing, watched as tears pricked your eyes. You didn't slow down on your work, sucking harshly and hands wandering. You grabbed a fistful of his asscheek, other hand tracing circles on his inner thigh. You felt him tensing, quivering. His hand reached for your neck, trying to coax you off. He was so close.

"Oh god!" Sanji gasped. "Baby I'm gonna cum, you need to hop off-AH!" 

You sucked harder, milking the man through his orgasm. It was like music the way he spluttered and grabbed the back of your head, nails scratching your scalp. You felt hot, thick liquid painting your throat. It wasn't pleasant, but fuck his reactions were. Some dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and Sanji wiped it away with a thumb, a fucked out expression on his features. He pulled his softened cock out of your mouth, and watched, breathless as you swallowed his seed. You made a grimace afterwards causing the man to laugh.

"Was it okay?" You asked, shyness taking over you. 

"You're lucky I don't mind a bit of torture. It was good for a first try." He gave you that flirty grin and a wink. "I think you need more practice though."

You laughed, outstretching a hand so he could help you up. You tried stretching your legs, noting the numb pain in your knees. You wrapped your arms around his middle. "Was I that bad?"

Sanji pulled his underwear and pants back up, zipping his pants closed. He pulled you closer. "Nah, you're just something else entirely. Silly." Kiss. "Torturous." Kiss. "And I am smitten with you."

"We've wasted enough time, better get back to it." You smiled against his lips. 

"I'd love to pay you back."

"Later loverboy, we're gonna have the whole crew in here soon if we don't hurry."

"I'm so glad there's a later."

You winked, straightening your clothes and heading for the door. You stopped, turning to stare at the man.

"For you baby? Always. Oh, can you make souffle?"

"What? Why?"

"I told the guys we were making a souffle and needed the kitchen completely silent."

Sanji laughed. You definitely kept him on his toes.

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I'm not going to lie, some of this is coloured by my first time hahaha! I am an incredibly awkward person, and yes I did also once tell a guy how cute I thought it was when dicks jump. He also told me I was fucked for that ha!

#sanji x reader #opla sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #opla x reader #one piece x reader #smut #one piece smut #vinsmoke sanji x reader #bro i HATE calling him vinsmoke #i couldnt help myself so i formatted it for tumblr.... #this was like one of the first sanji things i ever wrote...... #other than like this sex pollen fic that i also never posted lmao #:)))) anyway.......... #i love virgin fics as much as the next guy.....but if it was anything like my first time giving a bj.....its so not glamorous lol #tmi af: i mean.....dont get me wrong ive technically never had p in v i have bad vaginismus but girl.......

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you? #gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway............. #somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing...... #this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now.... #juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

[shellxrls]

matching halloween costumes with jayj where he dresses as a priest and you go in the holy trinity bikini so he has easy access to finger fuck you after he inevitably gets hard seeing you prance around in 3 small scraps of flimsy material all night.

"fuck — oh my god."

"'m not god baby, just his humble servant," while his face is literally squished up against your pussy and he's tonguing at your folds with one finger circling your ass.

#pleaseee tell me u get the quip its bcuz he's dressed as a priest ykyk #first time writing for jj i'm literally 🫦🫦🫦 #my pookie bearrr #;concepts #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank concept

[osamusriceballs]

One week

Bokuto x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,7 k

About: Just Bokuto missing you so, so much. And kinda cumming too fast.

It's been a week.

Only one short week of you being apart.

You remember how you held Bokuto's face in your hands and told him that you'll miss him—and how he adorably pouted and told you that he'd miss you more and win this game for you and make you proud.

You had smiled and told him that you're always proud of him, and he had simply wrapped his arms tightly around you and kissed you goodbye.

It's been a week since that moment, and now you've been anxiously waiting for him to come back.

He did win the game. For you, baby, as he had proudly reassured you on the phone, telling you that he'll make sure to take the next flight to visit you—and you know he will come home any second.

A rustling noise of keys makes your ears perk up, and after a few moments that seem like forever, you finally see him.

Koutarou.

"Y/n!" His energetic voice echoes through your whole apartment, and you barely manage to get up before he already makes his way towards you and wraps his big arms around you.

"Baby, I missed you so much. So, so much." He emphasizes every word by pressing kisses against your cheeks, your lips—everywhere he could reach, his full lips feeling soft against your skin, just like you're used to remembering his touch.

"I've missed you too, Kou." You smile and press yourself closer to him, not leaving any distance between your bodies now. He instantly responds with his hands coming from your back to your hips, holding your body in a firm grip. You look up at him, noticing how intently he's suddenly looking at you. You squirm in his hold, a sudden feeling of want and need rushing through your body—oh, how you've missed his touch too during the past week. He seems to feel the same, his hands roaming around your body, wandering up on your shoulders, and resting on your ass cheeks finally, gently squeezing the soft flesh.

"Baby, can we... can we go to the bedroom, maybe?"

Your heart stops for a second, your body already tingling with slowly building anticipation. As much as you want to talk to him, you also want to be close to him- and, oh, how much you crave his touch now.

"Please." You tilt your face upwards and press your lips against his—in a deep and intense kiss, hoping to feel the same hunger from him, and he is quick to push his tongue into your mouth, turning the kiss into a messy tangle of tongues, lips molding against each other, and bodies pressing hardly against each other. His hands move from your ass to your thighs, and it only takes him one firm movement to grab them and wrap them around his waist. You grab his shoulders and bury your hand in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his soft fluffy hair, slightly pulling on the strands because you know the effect this has on him. He groans into the kiss, blindly stumbling in the direction of the bedroom, not paying too much focus on anything else besides you. You mentally bless his reflexes and strength for saving you both from falling when he stumbles against his bag that he had left on the ground, and he slightly pulls back to focus on the way, walking into your shared bedroom with a few hasty steps.

His grip on your thighs tightens when you rake your nails against his chest, feeling his muscles under the black shirt, your breathing pattern irregular when he finally reaches the bed and stops. An excited grin is displayed on his face when he turns to sit on the bed, the motion effectively placing you right on his lap. His hands leave their place on your thighs and wander under your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your stomach, grazing against your ribs, causing a whine to leave your lips while you involuntarily try to close your legs—a futile attempt when his thighs both rest between yours.

"Baby, I missed your body, missed touching you like this." He breathes out when he roams his hands against your bare skin, feeling you everywhere within his reach. "Kou, please touch me." You know that you sound whiny, that he is already touching you, but you just need more of him—you want to feel him everywhere.

"I am, I am, already touching you. What do you need, baby? I'll give it to you." One hand comes up from under your shirt and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are full of love and affection, a dark need lingering behind these pure emotions. That's the Koutarou you've been missing for so long—

"Want to feel you. Want everything." You mumble, knowing that he will take care of you so good—he always does. And he immediately nods and leans back to pull his shirt over his head, effectively leaving his upper body bare—and god, the smooth sun-kissed skin covering his muscular body makes your cheeks burn and flush. You push against his shoulders, and he gets the hint and rests his back on the bed, waiting for you to join him. And you're quick to lean down, still sitting straight on his crotch that you feel hardening with every shift of your body, and you start to kiss down on his neck, making your way down to his collarbones and chest. "Baby—" his voice has turned darker, more needy, and he throws his head back into the pillow when you lick and bite the skin on your way to his prominent v-line and to his dark happy trail right above his boxers.

"Baby—" a loud whimper leaves his lips, and he suddenly bucks his hips almost to your face. You lift your head and look up at him, his chest heaving heavily, and he suddenly sits up and leans down to kiss you intensely.

"Wanna feel you, baby. Please let me." He gently grabs your arms, and now it's your turn to lay on your back, and he gently pulls your shirt up to expose your chest. Your hands fist the sheets underneath as he pushes your bra to the side, and his head instantly leans down to kiss the valley between your tits. "Kou—" a gasp leaves you at his eagerness when he leaves messy, wet kisses against your body, but his hands already fumble with your pants. Bokuto helps you shed yourself out of your pants, and your panties are quick to follow.

You barely register how he undresses himself; in the next second, he's already hovering over you again and gasping your name against your neck.

"Y/n—missed you so much, baby," his voice right next to your ear makes you shiver in anticipation and you know he won't make you wait any longer. You arch further into him and push your hips against his, until you feel his bulge against your stomach. He grinds against you, the hardness of his cock pressing against you, and you slowly bring your hands down his back to bring your hand between your bodies to his cock, but he is quick to stop you when he realizes what you're about to do. "Can I—put it in already? Wanna feel your warmth, wanna be buried in your pussy." A shiver runs down his body, and you nod with a breathy whine when he lines up at your entrance.

So full. Only the head of his cock nudged between your legs, and you already feel full. He slowly inches deeper, the stretch delicious and welcome, especially since you haven't seen him for quite some time, and your body is overwhelmed with sensations and feelings. "Kou—"

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. I'm here." He keeps eye contact as he pushes deeper, but you can see him struggling as well, with his breath shallow and fast and his face blissed out.

He moans loudly for you when you clench around him, the sound unrestricted and loud in the room, and you tug on his silvery-white strands as a response. His moan changes to a whimper, a cute needy sound coming from this big, beefy man, and he finally allows his hips to move, to feel your warmth and wetness. You know you're already dripping for him, making his cock wet, and the lubrication makes him easily glide in and out of you. The first few thrusts start steady and slow, but the whimpering sounds won't stop coming from his lips, a few beads of sweat running down his forehead while he slowly ruts his hips against yours. "Baby—I'm sorry—" he gasps and presses his head against your neck. "Can't fuck you- like I want to—'s too much, missed you too much—" his hips suddenly stutter, and his body tenses on top of yours, and you feel him cumming, the warmth filling you up and making you feel so good while he cums and cums, throaty moans escaping his lips along an incoherent mixture of your name and prayers.

His body finally goes limp above yours, his massive weight caging you underneath, and you gently rake your nails against his back and caress the smooth skin under your fingers.

You stay like that for a few seconds, only your rapid breaths filling the room, until he tenses and sits up a bit to look at your face.

"Baby—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cum so fast," another whimper leaves his lips when his softening cock slips from your pussy, and his cum starts leaking out from you. It's a lot. You felt him cumming before, and you know that he usually cums quite a lot- but the amount that's starting to leak from you now is insane.

"Kou—you came so much. All for me?" You ask and bring your hand to his cheek, only for him to lean into your touch. "All for you, baby. Haven't touched myself since I last saw you. Wanna give you everything, always."

He brings his lips down to yours and connects them in a deep kiss, his body slightly trembling from having just finished. He pulls back eventually with a look of sadness on his handsome face, and you know that he is disappointed in himself. "You didn't finish, baby. I want to make you feel good too." Your heart swells with affection at his words, and you smile at him with hearts in your eyes probably.

"It's fine. I'm feeling really good already."

"Y/n, baby." He smiles when he says your name and fully lifts his body, his prominent muscles on his chest and arms all showing when he leans back and looks down at you. "You know that I can give much more than that." He grins, the sweet playful grin that you love so much on him, and he leans down to kiss down on your body, his hands holding your waist and pressing you down to the sheets, and you know exactly what he's up to.

"Now, I'll make you feel really, really good, baby."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #I headcanon that he eats you out like a starved man after this #and then you go for three other rounds #like seriously #he's got so much to give #he's such a pleaser #but he sometimes gets overwhelmed #poor bby :( #the way this took me so so long to write #so sorry #haven't written anything this month so far #I was quite busy with my internship #but I have like the whole weekend off #which is like the first time this year I think #I feel so good rn #might open a bottle of wine and enjoy the night

[firerose18991]

Special agent! Gojo x reader

A/N: No this is not based on special agent Oso my friend pointed out the name and now I'm 😭.

Info: JKK AU, Omegaverse!, Alpha!Gojo,  gn!reader, omega!reader, reader is in a pack(so they share him👍🏾), NSFW/smut at the end

Minors DNI!!

wrdcnt: 1.22k

Special agent! Gojo who's been working on a case tracking a crime lord through the deep mountains.  After chasing him around the world his team managed to corner him in the region.  The problem is he is hiding among the civilians.   

Special agent! Gojo and his teams have a rough idea of where he is.  But none of the locals are talking.  While walking through town he's noticed everyone avoiding him until he locks eyes with you.  You and your pack quickly scurry away, but not before he tells his team to track you down and bring you in.

Special agent! Gojo who has you all pulled from your cozy hut a few miles away from town into the team's makeshift camp for interrogation.  

“Sorry to treat you all so rough.  But everyones been ignoring us, you know how it is.” He entered the cold tent where they placed you all.

“You tryna get my pack killed?” you growled back.

“I'm trying to save this whole region sweetheart. And I bet you can help.  Seen him around?” He slid a picture toward you.

“Nope.” you kept you glare on him.

“It'd help if you looked at the photo.” But of course you didn't budge.

Special agent! Gojo could see he was getting nowhere and returned to his team for suggestions.  Nanami suggested a bribe, people in this region weren't known to give something for nothing.  And Gojo knew that well having been undercover in the area just last year.  Though normally if there was a threat to the community they'd give them up right away unless they knew them, meaning the target was one of their own.

“Bring them some rare sweets, I'm sure they'd appreciate it.  All omegas do.” Nanami suggested.

Special agent! Gojo shrugged, ambivalent to the suggestion.  He walked out of the hut wordlessly.  Which only served to piss Nanami off.  Why ask if he had his own idea?  Nevertheless they went through with it and presented you and your pack with a buffet of sweets.

The three of you sat at the silver interrogation table uninterested. Watching the Agents clumsily try to entice just one of you enough to get some info.  Your head turned when you smelled something heavenly from outside the tent.

Special agent! Gojo pushed through the tent opening holding a silver baking pan with a baking mit.  Whatever was in the pan was crackling and smelled like pure bliss.  He placed it down on the far corner of the table just close enough for you to peek over and see the giant roasted duck in the pan.  You and your pack's eyes glued to the bird, practically salivating.

Special agent! Gojo who took his original place across from you all smirking, waiting to see what all you were willing to give up in exchange for such a rare bird in your region.  

“Now can you tell me if you know this man?” The teasing lilt in his voice surfaced.

You got a nudge from one of your pack mates.

“Food is not worth our lives.” You composed yourself enough to speak.

“Well if he's a threat to you all, why are you protecting him.”

“The townspeople know him.  We're new to this area.  That's all I'll say.  Find someone else.” The waft of the duck had your mind muddled.

“Hmm I think you're exactly what I need.”  He leaned in close.  Enough to catch your sweet scent.  “You have my word, we'll keep you and your pack safe, or die trying.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you sneered.

“Well there's a reason this guy is runnin’ from us.” He winked.

Special agent! Gojo who finally gets the information he needs to bring this guy in and leaves you all in the protection of his team to enjoy your duck.  

Picking up the guy was no problem but it was a shame to break into his elderly parents home to do so.  It almost made him regret it, but the pay raise he was going to get from this take down may be worth it.  After all he's got the hopes of taking a small pack of omegas home with him.

Special agent! Gojo reports back to see you and your pack already at the bones of the bird.  He'd only been gone 30 minutes.

Special agent! Gojo escorts you back home through town.  Only to have your neighbors throwing stones at you as you passed by.  He of course blocked any before they could harm any of you.

Special agent! Gojo who acts clueless upon the three of you reaching home and panicking about having to find a new home, again!

Special agent! Gojo is happy to protect you all as long as need be and proposes a move down south with his team.  Of course your pack has no choice.  His agency comes and boxes your home up with efficiency and ships it to his high rise in the city. 

Special agent! Gojo watches as you and your pack wearily board the agency private plane, and take your first flight.  

Special agent! Gojo who brings you to his home and tells you all to make yourselves comfortable.  He couldn't wait for the place to reek of the three of you.

Special agent! Gojo who plans a special housewarming dinner with all the delicacies you could imagine (yes there was more duck!!!).  He watched you all happily gorge yourselves.  Occasionally one of you would shove a piece of food he “had to try” into his mouth, which he happily accepted.  

Special agent! Gojo who ends the night showing you all to a den he had prepared.  He let you all run around exploring the vast room while he sat in the corner of the Alaskan king bed waiting for you to tire out.

Special agent! Gojo sends you all to sleep bouncing on his cock.  Taking his time to make sure the whole pack is fully sated.  He'd have one of you waiting on his fingers, kissing the other and fucking the last into the sheets.  You were the last standing as your pack mates slept after a handful of orgasms.  

You were barely holding on as Special agent! Gojo folded you in a mating press onto the pillows.  

“Come on ‘mega. Know you wanna come for me.”  He could go all night but he can feel you holding out on him.

The way you'd force yourself to settle after squeezing him for a dangerously long time.

You shook your head, trying your best to match his thrusts.  “Wanna stay.  Feels good, wanna stay.”

“Nnnn I can get you here anytime you want, baby.  Let me make you feel real good now.” He purred in your ear.  Your skin felt like a wave of fire passed through.

You were so close, a few well placed thrusts was all it took to have you spilling over to which Gojo reciprocated.  After a few minutes of panting all over each other he began to pull out.  The two of you were connected by strings of your own release, painted all the way down Gojo's thighs, that fell as you came apart.

Special agent! Gojo laid next to his new pack already excited to tell his team what they'd all missed out on.

#Fine I'll do it myself #<See previous post lol #Imagine getting bribed for a duck and a warm place to sleep #Also I tried duck for the first time #It bangs #I'd sell my first born for more #chaos shit #sucking me off #x reader #jjk smut #gojo x reader angst #omega reader #omegaverse smut #omegaverse #multiple orgasms #black reader #black writers #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #gojo smut #satoru #jujutsu gojo #omegaverse! #jjk omegaverse #alpha x omega reader #alpha!gojo #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen

[cosmicstarlatte]

imagine, sweet choso finally losing his virginity to you, it feels so good. he knows he's being loud but he doesn't care. he just came and you're still riding him & it's intense. fuck, he just might cum again it's too much—

#I'm filthy omg please I'm so down horrendous for him I'm sorry #I couldn't get this out my mind the first time I heard it 😭 PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE?? #nsft #jjk smut #choso smut #jjk choso #choso kamo #choso #choso headcanons #choso hcs #choso x reader #jjk x reader #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic jjk . ⊹

[sugawara-levi]

Bokuto + in the car | Under the bridge

❀ Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

❀ 0,8k words

❀ setting: smut, car sex, established relationship

❀ cw: handjob (f receiving), petnames (babe), swearing (fuck), creampie, unprotected sex

Bokuto will just pull up at a random curb while you’re out driving and look you dead in the eyes and goes,

“Babe, I’m horny” with the biggest doe eyes you ever saw. Fuck what a beautiful sight that man is.

It doesn’t take long till you’re parked in a more secluded spot with his hand between your thighs, working it’s magic.

Slowly, slowly his palms drag up along you thighs, lingering where they are fuller, where they barely touch each other if you stand up straight. It’s his favourite spot.

Soon enough his lips are on yours, you can’t think straight but you can feel him drawing circles through the fabric of you trousers.

As his lips travel on from you mouth, freeing your quiet moans, his hand starts rubbing up and down the inside of your thighs, just how you like it. You have to pull him off of your neck to get him back on your lips, and you feel your lips burn as your teeth clash together forcefully.

“Fuck, y/n.”

As he’s moving on to your clit you can feel yourself getting hard and wet at the friction, and your hips buck up involuntarily against his hand.

“So pretty, so pretty my y/n.”

You can barely suppress you moans, the tiny bit of sanity you have left reminding you that you are still in the car, still in a public area.

“Louder for me babe? Can’t hear ya, no one can hear ya, just me.”

That’s what it takes for your sanity to disappear completely. Don’t think Bokuto is any better, mumbling and fumbling all over you. With the sounds of the both of you combined you can probably be heard a mile away.

Soon your bottom clothes are discarded as he works his way around your panties to start gnawing at your core without any annoying hindrances. It’s so hot down there, his fingers are almost burning against your skin, and the seat beneath you is definitely getting soaked.

In a slow motion he drags his finger through your labia before he pushes one in ever so slightly. There's just something about the setting that makes this whole thing way more exiting than it needed to be, and you inhale sharply against his lips as he ads a second finger. Pumping in and out of you. With how wet you are the friction is not nearly enough and you're humping against his every thrust.

“Boku... need more.” you get out between his intense kisses.

“On it babe.”

Looking over to his side you can see that he's already unbuckled his trousers and is sporting a rather obvious hard-on. How had you not noticed till now?

He's working on his own needs for merely a second before you lean over and pull his seat as far back as it goes.

“Oh-ho~ impatient are we?” he teases.

Instead of answering you climb over to his seat and position yourself as best you can.

Looking up at him he looks so pleased with himself, like you’re some fucking trophy. You decide to silence him.

In a spark of lust you grab his face by the cheek and look him dead in the eyes as you lower yourself onto his cock.

“o”

It’s your turn to grin, “Not so cocky now, huh?”

He lets out an exasperated breath followed by chantings of your name. “y/n y/n y/n.”

When you start moving up and down it doesn’t take long for the both of you to be reduced to nothing but moans.

Some boys are quiet, Bokuto is not one of them.

Your moans as well as his breaths and grunts and occasional moans fill the whole car.

When he starts bucking up into you you can barely keep up anymore and you have to use all your energy to steady yourself against the roof of the car. As he pushes up into you with all his might.

In the back of your mind you register briefly that maybe you’re being just a bit more vocal than usual. Is it the setting? Are you both turned on so much by raw fucking in the car?

As his breathing becomes less coherent and your moans more of a whimper the answer is clear to you.

“Fuuck Y/n, cumming”

“me too baby” with your neck craned like this up agains the roof it’s a wonder it didn’t break.

“can I- come inside? Beautiful girl”

“mhm, yeah, please, haah”

At the same time you both reach your climax. You shuddering against him, his pace stopping and you finally coming down from the awkward position.

Resting on his lap you can feel the cum still spurting inside of you as you both come down from your heights. And slowly making its way down and out as he goes limp inside you.

“That. was great.”

“Repeat another time?”

“Fuck yes.”

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[tbgkaru]

I need the cook with no game to bag the edgiest member of the crew, I'm not immune

#opla #one piece #one piece live action #sanzo #zosan #zoro #sanji #hello my first time drawing these two i will get better #i already have ideas for them #mostly smut thats probably been done milion times before but

[xjustakay]

taking care of you

(2.2K) nsfw — explicit sexual content; daddy James, brat Regulus, spanking for my love damagecontrol since they finished their readings and i promised<33

Regulus knows that he’s been playing a dangerous game all day. 

Hanging up mid-phone call on James’ lunch break. The way he stopped answering texts after being snippy when James told him he’d be home late from the office. Then he’d gone and made it worse, got himself all dressed up —picked James’ favorite leather skirt out of the closet and a fishnet tee cropped above his slim waist. Sent James a mirror selfie in the full getup and a quick ‘going out with Barty and Evan’ after not texting at all for two hours.

Of course, Regulus hadn’t actually gone out. In fact, right after sending the message, he’d stripped back out of the outfit, put his phone on silent, and done a necessary reading. Since then, he’s run himself a bath, sunk into the steaming water without a care in the world for the fact that he’s been one hell of a brat all day.

A new semester starts again tomorrow and he’s stressed out, fucking sue him for being a little bitchy about it.

The point is, Regulus is well aware that he’s pushed the limits of James’ forgiveness of his attitude for the day. Which means he’s got another thing coming once James finally gets home. James has been flooded with work, has had cases piling up that involve clients that make him want to pull his hair out some days.

So, yeah. Regulus is going to be in trouble. He’s struggling to find the issue with that, however, when he knows what the punishment tends to look like.

He’s been in the bath for about fifteen minutes, already debating getting out, but then he hears the chirp of the penthouse’s code lock on the front door. A smirk twitches at the edges of his mouth and he sinks further into the water instead. He tilts his head back against the tub’s edge and closes his eyes, the picture of relaxed ease.

It takes active restraint not to smirk again when he hears James come into the adjoined bedroom and huff a dry laugh. Another several moments and he’s coming into the bathroom, Regulus finally opening his eyes with a flutter of his lashes.

“Didn’t go out, I see,” James says.

His tone doesn’t give anything away yet, but Regulus notes the tension in his jaw as he clenches his teeth together. James is a touch too rough about the way that he rolls the white sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. Regulus eyes the flex of his fingers, the chorded muscle of his forearms.

“Changed my mind,” He mutters, passive.

James lets out a short hum, nodding once. “Right.”

Regulus pulls his lower lip between his teeth when James kneels beside the bathtub. Instinctively, Regulus shifts in the water to lean closer to the edge, closer to James. His eyes drag along the line of James’ jaw, darkened by five o’clock shadow he’ll shave away again later. Before Regulus can fully lean over the tub and kiss at it like he wants to, James’ hand catches him beneath his jaw, palm against his throat. 

“You’ve been a brat today.”

“Sorry.” Fingers press harder into his skin, tilting his head back a little further; James clearly unimpressed with his flippant tone.

Darkened hazel eyes flicker over the dwindling suds in the bath water then back up to where Regulus is held in place, waiting for the next move.

James squeezes one more time then sucks his teeth. Says in a low tone, “Get out and dry off. Don’t bother getting dressed.”

Regulus waits until James is at the bathroom doorway before replying, “Of course, daddy.”

James pauses to narrow his eyes at the false sweetness of it, then exits the bathroom. Despite his behavior of the day, Regulus knows better than to push it further in the moment. He’s already in deep enough shit, so he does as he’s asked, getting out of the bath and drying off quickly to reenter the bedroom.

At the end of the king size bed, James sits fully clothed in his suit trousers, dress shirt, and tie still, making Regulus feel particularly on display as he approaches him fully naked. James’ thighs part to make room for him where he stops, but there’s still nothing else to give away what his plans are.

“Do you know how many texts you ignored today?” He asks. Regulus shakes his head and James lifts his phone, opens their messages, and turns the screen toward him. “Go on, have a look.”

Regulus does, counting the blue bubbles silently before saying the final number out loud because he knows James expects him to.

“Fourteen,” James repeats pointedly, tossing his phone up the bed after the fact.

He scoots back, legs still hanging off the bed, but obviously making room. Regulus knows exactly what for. Still, James darts his eyes down toward his open lap anyway in indication. Biting his lip, Regulus takes a slow deep breath through his nose, then moves exactly how he’s wanted.

Laid across James’ lap, forearms and elbows dug into the mattress on one side, knees on the other, hips hovering over James. A warm hand smooths down the line of his spine, over the curve of his ass, along the back of his thigh. He does his best not to shiver, cock twitching as his arousal increases.

“You’re gonna count,” James instructs, no room for argument. He settles the same hand on Regulus’ left ass cheek to confirm what’s expected. “One for every text.”

“Okay, daddy.” Regulus nods, voice already going breathless before they’ve even begun.

He knew something like this was coming, some subconscious part of him craving the static that fills his head when James is like this. If this is what he gets for being a brat, then so be it. It’s better than the irritation that’s had him by the throat all day —he’d always much rather it be James.

The first crack against his skin has him gasping, but he still counts like he’s meant to. The second, third, and fourth merit biting into his lip in between when James purposely spanks in the exact same spot, leaving the sting and an undoubtedly obvious red print behind on his ass. Five, six, seven and the numbers come out sobbed.

It’s become difficult for Regulus to steadily hold himself up, his arms shaking and twinging in protest, but he tries to ignore it. His cock is hard and leaking, smearing precum against James’ trousers when his hips jerk forward every time a harsh palm comes down. He’s got seven more of these and god knows what else is coming his way, so he tries to collect himself, let the dull buzz between his ears take over. 

James has got him, he trusts that, that’s all that really matters.

“Doing so well, baby,” James murmurs. Like he knows Regulus needs to hear it even though he’s in trouble.

Regulus can feel the rigid line of James’ cock straining against his trousers, nudging up against his belly. He sucks in a shaking breath and nods his head, giving the silent okay to continue with the second half of the doled out punishment.

James drags his palm over the inflamed skin on the left side of his ass and Regulus flinches, whimpering. A low hum of appreciation from above before James settles his hand on his right asscheek. He gives Regulus the briefest moment to breathe in again before bringing his hand down.

“Eight.” It’s a wavering groan, something Regulus barely recognizes as himself at this point.

Nine, ten, and he’s grinding earnestly against James’ thigh now, can feel the wet patch he’s left on the stiff material. Eleven, twelve, there are tears in his eyes, his counting coming out strangled between whines. Thirteen, Regulus hangs his head heavily, the number muffled as he shakes visibly in his position.

James grips his hair with his free hand, tugging him back up, and Regulus moans, long and lewd. 

“Last one, baby, make it count, then I can really take care of you.”

“Please, daddy,” Regulus sobs. A tear slides down his cheek when James uses his hold to knock his head around on his neck.

“Last one,” James repeats.

He makes Regulus nod his head in a mockery of agreement, fingers still tight around dark curls. Regulus squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself. Maybe it’s the reality of it being over, maybe it’s the delicious sting burning on both sides of his ass making him positively dizzy, but that fourteenth smack makes him see fucking stars. 

He’s going to have a bitch of a time sitting through classes tomorrow, but he doesn’t even care. There’s not a fucking thought in his head right now.

Finally, James relinquishes his grip on Regulus’ hair, instead towing him up onto his knees by his shoulders. Regulus’ face is hot, sticky with the few more tears that have slipped free. He sways on his knees, blinking heavy lids as his dazed eyes try to focus on where James is watching him carefully.

“Ready to be good?” James asks. He’s gentler than when he first came home, the agitation with him gone, making room for the way that he’s so damn good at taking care of him, even in this way.

Regulus nods, having to catch a hand on James’ shoulder when the motion sends the room spinning a little. He’s not even sure what he can manage without being in pain, because his ass fucking hurts, James having not held back each time another spank was delivered. As James lays backward, legs still dangling off the bed, he tugs on Regulus’ hand to move upward.

He shuffles a bit awkwardly on his knees, another whimper escaping when he straddles James’ hips. That’s not what James was intending, evidently, because his hands curl around Regulus’ hips and he guides him up, up, up, until—

“Oh.” It slips past Regulus’ lips the moment his thighs bracket James’ shoulders, the head of his leaking cock nudging at his chin.

“Let daddy take care of you properly now, yeah, baby?” He asks the question but follows it by tilting his chin down to his chest, swirling his tongue around the tip of Regulus’ cock.

Regulus feels like he can’t fucking breathe, but he somehow manages, “Yes. Please. Ple— Thank you, daddy.”

“Good boy.” James hums before taking him into his mouth.

Regulus shudders immediately —at the praise, at the hot, wet feeling of James’ mouth sucking tightly around him? No fucking clue. He can’t focus long enough to form a coherent thought, not as James starts bobbing his head, likely straining his neck at the angle he’s at. James seems to make it a point not to touch his ass, all things considered, and instead he rests one hand at the small of Regulus’ back, the other against his thigh, to press him forward.

Fingers sinking into dark waves of hair, Regulus rocks forward to meet him, reveling in the way James moans around the push and pull of his cock over his tongue. It doesn’t take long at all to feel the familiar coil in his belly, so worked up and desperate for release.

“Daddy, can—” Regulus cuts off on a broken moan, squeezing around James’ hair. “Can I come? Please, can I come?”

James pushes him forward, Regulus’ cock at the back of his throat, before he hums an affirmative ‘mhm’ around him. That’s all it takes for Regulus’ thighs to squeeze inward, head thrown back and an incoherent slew of swears and ‘thank you’s loudly filling the room. James keeps sucking him off through it, swallowing everything Regulus gives him, and not letting up until Regulus whimpers at the overstimulation.

They’re both completely out of breath when James lays his head back, lets Regulus’ cock slip from his mouth with a wet sound. Regulus knows in the back of his mind that James is still hard, still requiring some of his own attention, but he feels fucking outside of himself right now, on a new high with no sign of coming down fast.

Regulus blinks lazily, shaking faintly still and pleasantly out of it, as James moves, slinking out from beneath him. The covers on one side of the bed get pulled back before he’s guided from his knees to lay down on his side, allowing James to handle him however he sees fit. It’s not until James is brushing dark curls from his sweaty forehead that it dawns on Regulus that James is off the bed, squatting to his level in front of where he’s laying.

“What about you?” He mumbles. Even he can’t deny how spent he sounds, wrecked and exhausted, bleary-eyed and trying to keep focused.

“You clearly needed the attention more than I did, baby,” James chuckles quietly, brushing the back of his fingers down Regulus’ cheek. “You’ve got a big day tomorrow, too.”

Regulus huffs something vaguely resembling a laugh, his energy running on empty. “Always takin’ care of me.”

James hums, his fond smile a stark opposite to the tension in him when he first got home. “My job, right?”

“Sorry ‘bout today.” Regulus tilts his head downward, presses a couple kisses against James’ knuckles. “Love you.”

Leaning forward, James presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, lips brushing the spot as he murmurs back, “Love you.”

#jegulus #dead of night smut we meet again #fun fact: first time writing daddy kink #congrats for getting me here #okay i love them bye #kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #<- at what point is this not a microfic anymore lmao #nic tag<3

[just-french-me-up]

Harmonies

Dream of the Endless / Hob Gadling | Human AU | Writer Dream - Voice Actor Hob | Explicit | 2.2k Porn with some Plot | Masturbation | Literal voice porn | Dream doesn't quite know what to do with himself honestly

@hardly-an-escape recently had this FABULOUS idea of acclaimed writer Morpheus who secretly publishes popular romance novels under a pen name, who shamefully gets off while listening to voice actor Hob Gadling acting out an explicit scene from one of his romance stories. I would say my hand slipped but this was 100% planned and thought through.

Morpheus refreshed his inbox. Early afternoon, Lucienne had told him. He gave a quick glance at the clock. 5:42PM. Early afternoon was fading into late afternoon one second at a time, with nothing to show for it.

Morpheus refreshed his inbox. Again.

This is stupid, he thought, frustration seeping in. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Surely, they had not finished editing or formatting the whole thing yet, he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. Perhaps they had forgotten. Morpheus didn't usually request to be sent the beta recordings. He was more than happy to let them do their job unencumbered, trusting Lucienne to green light everything once it was done. Truth be told, he was barely involved in the whole audiobook side of things, except for, well, writing the damn thing in the first place and having his pen name slapped on the cover. Lucienne had arched an eyebrow at him when he'd asked for the latest recordings out of the blue, but had not been overly curious. A good thing, really. Morpheus carefully avoided any occasion that required him to lie through his teeth. This, no doubt, would have been one of them.

His phone buzzed, startling him.

[6PM 09/05/2023 – The Kindly Ones – Edit Zoom Meeting]

Morpheus turned off the reminder. Too many fires at once. That was his problem, his sister had told him once. Stretching yourself thin until you're see-through, she had said. She was not wrong, of course, although Morpheus would not admit it to her face. She would be far too smug about it.

He refreshed his inbox.

Inbox (1)

Morpheus froze and stared at the screen. There it was. Finally. His pulse racing, he reached for his headphones, struggling to plug it in in his haste. The file was slow to download, the recordings accounting for more than half of the book. Morpheus' fingers tapped impatiently against his desk as he watched the bar crawl to the finish line.

5:51PM.

Surely he could allow himself a quick browse through the file. The meeting with his editor―his other editor―wouldn't start for five more minutes, if not more, should they run a little late on their side. Morpheus found himself wishing they would. Unprofessional, a little voice admonished him.

He opened the file. It had been divided into sections, each corresponding to a chapter. Skip. Skip. Skip. He knew what he was looking for. The book had come out a year ago or so. He still remembered the outline well enough. For a while, he heard nothing but the initial breath of the voice actor, one for each chapter, before he would skip ahead. When he finally let the recording play, the voice engulfed him in its warmth.

Although Morpheus had been the one initially weaving the words and sentences together, they found another dimension and depth in that voice. He was rediscovering his work on someone else's tongue, and the effect left him... intrigued. A few voice actors had given life to the words on the page over the years but this one... This one breathed a soul into the story like none had ever managed to before.

When Morpheus had learnt Robert Gadling would narrate another one of his books, he could not resist.

The beta recordings were rough, lacking the polish of the final product, leaving intakes of breath in and other little imperfections editors would cut out. Morpheus could hear every huff, every chuckle when Gadling would stumble over a word and correct himself, going back to the beginning of the sentence. He could picture the smile on his lips then, the playfully apologetic look at the tech team. He had looked up pictures of him online, once. His face matched his voice: warm, inviting, with a hint of mischief. Suave, even. Morpheus had then closed the tab, embarrassed at his own thoughts.

The scene he had skipped to was professionally relevant, or, at least, he tried to convince himself it was. He had always understood sex scenes to be a tricky thing, for actors. At least, when it came to traditional acting, it was a shared awkwardness, a simulacrum of pleasure played by multiple people who could find solace in the fact that they were all on the same vulnerable boat, camera crew included. Now, voice actors... Acting choices could either make or break a sex scene. It required a subtle mix of smoothness and confidence few could manage. The last thing he wanted was for his words to sound clumsy and awkward, when the goal was quite the opposite. It was Morpheus' authorial prerogative to check every aspect of the audiobook fit his vision, after all.

As the chapter began and Robert Gadling's voice filled his ears, Morpheus imagined him in his recording booth, alone. Some audiobooks had multiple actors playing different characters, but this one only had him credited. There were slight fluctuations of tones, accents and speech patterns, as he switched characters. Morpheus listened intently.

"Gabriel gave a fleeting look downward. Nathan's shirt was soaked, revealing hints of the skin underneath. He tried not to stare, but only managed to do so through conscious and continuous effort. 'You should change your shirt before you catch something,' he told Nathan, his tone as casual as he could manage. 'You could borrow one of mine.' "

The acting was good. There was tension in the words, in the tone. The characters sounded like different people, even though they were played by the same man. Morpheus continued. In the book, things heated up quickly after a long, tentative courtship. He braced himself for the following scene, replaying the words in his head from memory.

" 'It smells like you.' Gabriel stared at him, stunned, unable to look away as Nathan stood in front of him, his own t-shirt and boxers for only garments. 'What?' he managed, his throat dry. 'It smells like you,' Nathan repeated, lifting the fabric to his nose with a smile. 'I like it.' Gabriel's gaze trailed down Nathan's body, only now noticing the growing outline of his cock aga―"

Morpheus paused. He had written those words. He knew those words, from having read and reread them a few dozen times during the writing and editing process. Yet he had never heard them. Especially not in that voice. Even the narration was sensual, almost cheeky, dripping with lust like honey. Clumsy and awkward it was not. It was.... something else entirely. Shaking off the feeling, Morpheus hit the 'play' button again.

" ―inst the taut fabric of his boxers. 'I like it,' Nathan repeated, slowly reaching for his cock through the thin fabric, his fingertips brushing the shape of it, well aware of Gabriel's undivided attention."

The rest of the scene followed, word for word Morpheus' work, yet somehow completely new to his ears. He sat there, enraptured, his eyes staring into nothingness while the rich, luscious voice surrounded him, filled him until it became his only focus.

A lewd, enthusiastic hum rose from the headphones, making Morpheus jump. Every word he had been anticipating thus far, but artistic license? It fitted with the narrative well. Too well. Not Gadling's first brush with erotica, he immediately guessed. He played it again for good measure. The sound was deeply erotic, with just enough warmth and breath. Real. It sounded real. It was followed by a breathy sigh Morpheus could almost feel at the back of his neck. God.

He played it again. He could feel the sound, the anticipation, the desire, the pleasure. Gadling conveyed it with such ease it felt genuinely intimate. Arousing, even. Morpheus ran his hand against the front of his own trousers, feeling the very real erection pushing against the hard fabric. This was ridiculous. Yet he could not stop. The scene kept playing, Robert Gadling's voice purring in his ears, words like caresses and gentle tugs, and he could not help but cup his cock through his jeans, seeking friction. He imagined him in the recording booth, leaning over the microphone, his features fitting the suggestive sounds, his lips wet from running his tongue over them. If he could just get a little further in the scene―

His Zoom alarm went off. Instantly, Morpheus removed his hand and his headphones, his back stiff as a board, a cold wave of panic rushing through him. Fuck! He gave himself a quick look through the camera of his phone. He was blushing slightly, to his utmost annoyance. Nothing he could not blame on bad webcam settings, he thought. The rest could be concealed easily enough. Especially when he was only visible from the waist up.

It was with a slight flush and a distracting, frustratingly hard erection that Morpheus answered his Zoom call, his mind scattered between book royalties, publishing dates, and Robert Gadling's voice still deeply embedded in his skull.

--

It was hours before Morpheus found a minute of free time. Night had fallen, the evening spent in front of a screen or on the phone, discussing the imminent release of his upcoming novel, one whose cover would feature his actual name, this time. Book releases were always exhausting affairs, between planning podcast appearances, book signings, press tours, and the likes. Morpheus disliked the fanfare of it all, the exposure, but could hardly complain. There were worse flip sides of the coin, out there.

At least writing under a pen name saved him the hassle, with the other half of his published work.

Lying on his bed, fresh out of the shower, Morpheus sighed, staring at the ceiling. He felt both exhausted and wide awake, his coffee-fueled brain refusing to quiet down. There were a few things the editor needed his input on in person, tomorrow, something to do with the cover art. He'd promised himself to write, too. Perhaps clean the flat a little. Too many fires at once, his sister's voice echoed in his mind.

His phone buzzed again. Incoming email from Lucienne.

Listened to it yet? Thoughts?

Plenty. Enough to know it was good. Enough to keep the reader listening. Enough for him to want to go back for more.

Going through his emails, Morpheus found the link to the beta recordings, and downloaded it onto his phone. He reached for old earbuds in his bedside table drawer. Where were we?

" 'Come here.' "

The latent desire in that voice was enough to get Morpheus right back where he had been, a few hours ago. Lying on his bed, he kept listening, swallowing hard at any well-placed sigh, any improvised grunt and whimpering sound. Was it even improvised? Did he plan on adding those? Did Gadling discuss it with the adaptation team beforehand? Marked the exact spots where he would do it in the printed script?

" 'You're so beautiful like this, love. Look at you.' "

God.

" 'I have thought about you like this. Hard under me. For me.' "

Hesitantly, Morpheus reached under the waistband of his pyjamas, finding himself hard already. He blushed at his own embarrassment, alone in his bedroom, his hand wrapped around his cock, his own words spilling in his ears. Vain, perhaps. Awfully self-absorbed. But deep down, he knew it was not that. Not really.

" 'Do you want me, Gabriel?' Can you feel I much I want you?' "

He hated himself for including so much narration in this passage, keeping him from the lascivious heat of Gadling's voice, waiting for the dialogue to return like a starving man begs for food. How could he do that? A wanton moan reverberated in his ears, quickly echoed by one of his own, harmonies of pleasure filling his head and his room.

" 'Fuck, you feel so good!' "

Why did his editor even let him publish that? Morpheus' mind was bridging the gaps between dialogue bits, ignoring the narration in favour of more pleasurable mental stimulation. He pictured Robert Gadling in his recording booth, focused over the microphone, his lips pressed into a sinful hum, his eyes closed. Gadling next to him, his mouth pressed against his ear, spewing new words, ones he did not write, ones of his own.

" 'Let me see those eyes.' "

Morpheus whined against his pillow, both from pleasure and frustration. He hated this. This was... mortifying, and yet he could not stop. He arched his back, chasing his pleasure.

" 'Fuck! I've waited for this for so long.' "

Morpheus came in his pyjamas in a muffled grunt, the release helping nothing with the shame spreading through him. It brought him some clarity, at least. Disgruntled, he yanked the earbuds out of his ears, Robert Gadling's voice reduced to a hushed whisper, the siren's song finally muffled. He looked down at himself, suddenly aware of the mess he'd made. Great. Fantastic.

His phone buzzed again. It was Lucienne.

Do you want the edited files once they are done? They would love your feedback before they start trimming it down.

Morpheus sighed, struggling against the brightness of the screen.

Yes, tell them I would like them.

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #dream/hob #sandman #sandman fics #sandman fanfiction #smut #my writing #the brain worms were too real and too demanding #so they made me do it #in my defense it was pretty fun to write #also i know nothing about the publishing or the audiobook industry #most of this is just adlib #Morpheus finally meeting Hob for the first time #being absolutely unable to handle Hob's voice without getting a hard on #now that's a thought

[thewolvesof1998]

Fuck it Friday

Here's a little more of my Christmas Fic they don’t know (your name is already mine):

They all pile into the elevator, Bobby and Athena last, as the doors close he whips out his phone to send another text to Buck. Bobby: Doc says Eddie’s going to be fine but he’s staying the night, please call me when you get this.  He watches and waits for the three dots to appear but they don’t and it only causes the feeling in the pit of his stomach to widen. He tucks away his phone and grabs Athena’s hand, she immediately squeezes reassuringly and it helps ground him. “How��d you even know we were here?” Bobby hears Chim ask from somewhere behind him. “I-Me and Ravi were having…drinks,” Albert says, Bobby shares a look with his wife, apparently her hunch about that had been right, her smile is a small ‘told you so’ one.  “Without the rest of us?” Chim asks outraged and oblivious to the blatant lie. Bobby fights back a smile.  “Chim,” Hen says and Bobby can practically see her head shake without turning around, “Maybe there was a reason why they didn’t want us there.” “It is because we’re old? Because I’ll let you know I can still-” -The elevator dings as they arrive on the third floor, interrupting Chimney's rant and reminding them all why they were there.

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#first time writing bobby's pov and god it was so hard #I'm gonna need to do major edits so it actually is believably him #also I'm jumping between this and my secret fic which I'm writing smut for so its really weird going from #Bobby turns to take in a frazzled Eddie Diaz standing there hands flat on the top of the desk and hair looking like he’s been running a han #to #Eddie pulls Buck’s track pants down his dick springs free half hard & already leaking god Eddie loves how messy and wet his boyfriend gets. #9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #thewolvesof1998 writes #buddie fic #fic: they don’t know (your name is already mine) #911 #fuck it friday

[beautyyandthebeatt]

my first drabble hhn

!!: stepcest, g!p, oral, mentions of breeding, dacryphilia

You love your stepsister, really. Despite all the bickering & the fact that you two hadn't known each other for the longest time, you really did love her. So when she began touching you, asking you to touch her you didn’t mind obliging.

Yves takes advantage of the times that the both of you aren’t with your parents; Pinning you to her bedroom wall before trailing kisses down to your cunt; making you suck her cock under your kitchen table; breeding you while your parents sleep in the room next door.

Always calling you her “good girl” when forcing her thick cock down your throat. Relishing in the way you look, tears pricking your eyes as she wrecks your throat for mouthing off to her earlier.

It doesn't matter how big & bad you act around her in public because when you're alone you'll always be her good girl ♡

#I will write longer pieces once i get my footing in writing ! this is my first time writing smut #yves x reader #yves smut #loona x reader #loona smut #girl group smut

[codfanficedits]

Behind the mask - Part five.

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 3364| Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Finally some smut. Love confession, first time sex. P in V. Protected sex because we think about our future here.

A/N: Simon would be around 22/23 in this fic, so it would be set around 2015 ish?

You should’ve known it wasn’t going to be a nap, not a short nap, not a long nap. The moment your eyes closed shut and you were safely nesting in his arms, you were a goner, unable to hear his soft words whispered against your temple. And Simon was content with that, his heart felt less heavy now that he had finally managed to murmur those words to you, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t hear them, it didn’t matter that you couldn’t respond to them, all that mattered was that those words weren’t choking his throat up anymore.

And with his heart a little less heavy, Simon too finds it easier to sleep, your head resting on his chest, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair, the way your eyelashes flutter whenever his fingertips reach the back of your neck. He adores it, almost as if the Gods have given it to him personally.

Simon tries to fight it, to stay awake, to enjoy your presence a little longer, a little more, but it is inevitable that he too, falls asleep. And for the first time neither of you are tortured by dreams or nightmares. The embrace of the other keeping you safe and sound.

You’re the first to wake up, for the first time in ages it isn’t your alarm that wakes you from your slumber, and when you wake up, your fingertips trail over his biceps, as if you want to feel that he is real, that he is there, after your nightmare the day before you need the reassurance that he is there, that your mind isn’t playing some dirty tricks on you.

And god you felt like a dirty coward, unable to express what you wanted to say to him, unable to tell him what you really felt for him. Still, the worry that he didn’t feel the same about you, the worry that you were just some filler until a real pretty girl came along. It was something that posed too much of a risk for you to really act on your feelings.

Your gentle touch wakes him up too. His eyes stay shut while a lovely, little smile tugs around his lips. He doesn’t want to wake up yet, he wants to stay here, your fingertips dancing around his arm, your body pressed against his, the soft, sweet smell of your sweat in his nose. He wants it all, he needs it all.

But his little smile exposes him, and with a soft grunt he opens his eyes, only to be met by your beautiful face, and Simon feels as if he can’t breathe again. He has to tell you, he needs to tell you, it is eating him from the inside and he doesn’t know what to do with it.

But you beat him to it.

“Thank you.” You murmur. “You’re such a great friend.”

Friend?

That word alone ignites an anger inside of him. You’re in his bed, you’re sleeping in his arms again, you’ve worn his hoodie, and you dare to call the two of you friends? No, that is not right. He let out a low growl. “Friends?”

And you frown, your lack of courage to call him more than a friend has caused his whole demeanour to shift. His whole demeanour screams at you that he is angry, his growling doesn't help, and you can't help but to look up at him with fear in your eyes. You don’t know what to say, or what to do, worried you will piss him off even more.

He pauses, his brows gathering low as though he's mulling over something. "You want to know what I feel for you?"

He cups your chin in his hand, his gaze holding you under his spell.

"Fear," he murmurs, "because I've never felt like this before. A sense of...of lightness, as though I could soar to the stars with you. And the knowledge that if you were to abandon me, I would fall from those stars, my heart in pieces.” You nervous smile fades away from your face. He had never struck you to be the poetic type, but his words struck your heart nonetheless.

A soft smile formed on your lips. "Simon." You whispered softly. "You're in love with me?"

Your smile stirs him, but there's a shadow in his eyes that lingers. His hand slips away from your chin, though he keeps his gaze on you.

"Yeah," he nods with a little growl, his tone rough. "I am." A beat passes in silence before he continues. "And I've been trying to deny it, to push it down, but I can't do it anymore. I feel...naked, like I've exposed my heart to you and...and now you have the power to rip it apart if you wanted to."

There is that little growl again, something you used to be terrified off. But right now you see it as endearing. It is your turn to softly take his chin into your hand, tugging him a little closer.

"As if I would ever want to rip your heart apart." You eventually said. "It is way too precious."

Your response causes that shadow to finally lift. His gaze holds on you, his eyes searching yours for meaning.

"It's just...you're a goddess." he murmurs with a little chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Meanwhile I'm a scarred soldier without a family."

"I'm not good enough for you," he blurts, realizing he's just blurted out his deepest insecurities. "I'm not what you deserve."

You bring his chin closer to your face with a gentle tug. "Don't cut yourself short, Simon." You command.

"You're more than a scarred soldier. You're more than your military training, even if it doesn't feel like it." Your thumb runs over his chin. "If I am what you deserve, you are what I deserve."

Your touch sends a shiver down his spine, and Simon's expression softens. He's completely defenceless in the face of your affection.

"I...that's..." he pauses, searching for the right words. "No one's ever wanted me like that."

"You deserve the sun, the moon and the stars, and all I have to offer you is...me." He laughs, a little bitterly. "Just me and this damn military gear."

A soft smile curls around your lips, followed with another soft tug on his chin, your lips almost touching. "And who told you, you weren't my sun, my moon and my stars, hm?" You ask him, bringing his lips even closer.

"You and your damn military gear." You begin, copying his words. "Are all I need."

His breath is cut short as you draw closer to him with every word, his gaze falling to the sweet, pouty curve of your bottom lip.

"Oh God," he mutters, his hand rising to caress your cheek. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"I thought I fell in love with you the moment my eyes met yours." He breathes. "But it's the way you smile...and laugh...and talk...and exist." His voice drops to a whisper. "It's all you."

His words made your heart skip a beat, he is gorgeous, divine, handsome, he is it all, all you ever wanted, all you ever craved, all you would ever need.

His breath mixed with yours as you lean even closer. "You are everything." You whisper, before you finally kiss him, your lips brushing against his.

His eyes are wide with wonder, his hand cradling your cheek as your lips connect with his. The heat from your touch burns away the cold in his heart, leaving him feeling hot, alive, like never before.

His hand curls around the back of your head, holding you to his lips, while his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling your body closer to him.

Time melts away, lost somewhere in the warm embrace of your tender caress. He pulls you closer, as if he wants your bodies to fuse together, getting lost in the universe. "Simon." You softly murmured, as your hand found its way to his hair.

He melts into you, your bodies pressed close together. His kiss is tender, passionate, intense, and he presses against you again and again, as though he wants nothing more than to become one with you. His hand clutches at you and his fingers find your hip, grasping you tightly and holding you close.

His growl vibrato with your name, a groan of pleasure as his other hand slides down and around your waist, his palm settling between you.

Time stops. The world has gone quiet and all he can feel is you.

His hands curl around your waist, sliding upwards toward your face as his lips trace a trail down your neck.

His breath is short, shallow, like he's starving for air. But it's not oxygen he lacks...it's you. Your scent, your words, your taste, your touch, your presence. You make him feel full, make him feel like a human being instead of a cold, distant soldier, and Simon was so, so scared of becoming that cold soldier.

His lips find the spot beneath your ear, as his hand brushes away the strands of hair falling over your shoulder.

"I have waited so long," he whispers. "So very, very long..." A smile tucks the corners of his lips.

"To kiss you."

He leans in to kiss you again. The kiss is as sweet as nectar, but there's also a fire blazing between you. He pours everything into this kiss - all the love he's held back for so long, all the words he wanted to say, all the moments his pride wouldn't let him have.

He gives himself completely to you, mind, body and soul. Your hand reached out to his face, softly caressing the skin of his cheek with your thumb. You were the light and he was the darkness, both needing each other to exist.

You have no idea how much he needed you. For years, he kept a facade, his father had taught him that he shouldn’t feel, that he shouldn’t love, that he wasn’t worthy. He didn't believe in emotions... Until he met you. Then everything changed, you touched his scarred heart and made it feel the heat of love at last...

He smiled too, not saying anything. There was no need for words when your language together was touch. He softly kissed your temple. He was the darkness, you were his light...

Two different souls, together as one.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment when he kissed your temple. You enjoyed the heat of his breath, the soft feeling of his lips. You just enjoyed feeling him, it reminded you that he was real.

The hand on his cheek started to move, until you reached his chin, tilting it down so he had to look at you. You didn't say a word as you just kept your eye contact. God you loved him more than anything in this world

The silence was broken only by the sound of the slow, quiet breathing of the two of you. His face was close. Yours, too. You felt how his heartbeat sped up a little. Your gaze locked, your breaths mixing. You felt how time itself stood still under the spell of such an intimate moment... You were the fire and he was the water, perfectly completing each other. That's why you were perfect.

"My love..." His voice was soft, his touch delicate. Your faces were separated only by a breath. Your hearts were beating as one.

Your hand moved to his cheek again, You enjoyed feeling the texture of his skin beneath your fingertips, the stubble, the scars, everything.

You leaned in slowly, your lips brushing against his. "You're everything." You murmur softly.

"More than that." He was completely absorbed by the kiss. Time lost all its meaning. Nothing existed, apart from the pure bliss of this moment, two hearts meeting.

"Much, much more." His whisper was interrupted by kisses. Your lips broke apart only so you two could catch your breath. It was as if the two of you had become addicted to each other. Your eyes were locked. Everything seemed frozen.

"You're... perfect." His touch became more bold. More passionate. More intimate.

A soft smirk tugged around your lips when his touch became more hungry, and you were happy to return that same passion. Your hands found their way to his chest, your body being pressed against his, while your lips found his once more.

His lips pressed against yours, his bold hand firmly grabbing your back, while you pushed yourself closer, your hands exploring the hard muscles on his chest, his body. The feeling of being wanted by him was like heaven. It was him and you against the dark world that tried to rip apart your happiness. You had become a single mind, two hearts beating as one, no longer afraid of that cruel reality you faced together in war.

It happened almost automatically, hands founding their way to shirts, pants, groping the naked flesh hungry. Two souls dancing around each other, wanting more, needing more.

“I need you.” Simon murmured, his lips against the crook of your neck, his erection growing against your thigh. “You have no idea how much I need you.” His lips move all the way up to your jawline, before he looks at your face, trying to find a speck of doubt. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief when he can’t find any. He was a man who craved and you were just the thing he needed.

His hands so warm it was almost hot as they trailed down your thighs. Your head tilted back when his warm breath hit your neck.

"Simon." Your voice was a soft murmur as you closed your eyes. Your hands roaming over his broad chest. "I need you so much."

He ran a finger along your chin to make you look back at him. He wanted you to see his face.

"You do, lovie?" he whispered hoarsely. His voice was so full of confidence that it was almost frightening, he was no longer the boy who was in doubt if you felt the same, if he was worthy of you. "And what do you need, my love?"

He was not a man who could be played with. He took what he wanted and he got what he deserved. "Say it, lovie. Say it so I can give it to you."

"I need you." You repeated. "I want to feel you deep inside of me, Simon." It felt almost pathetic to beg him like that, but without his touch on you it felt as if you couldn't breathe.

He pushed you gently until you were laying down on your back. He crawled over to you and pulled your legs apart so he could sit between them.

"Oh, sweetheart..." he whispered, looking at your legs spread before him like a gift.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he spread your legs, you could see his hungry gaze, the lust in his eyes. Your back arching slightly when his hand ran up your thigh.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Yes, love." he said softly. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom it. He looked at you once more. "May I?" He asked, wanting to make sure that you were really okay with it, that you wouldn’t feel pressured into sleeping with him.

"I promise I'll be gentle with you, lovie." His voice was smooth and comforting. He didn't want to break you in half, he just wanted to touch you in ways you never knew were possible.

You watch as he tears open the condom, rolling it on himself. “Yes, yes of course.” You gave him a nervous smile. He wasn't your first, but it had been a while, but his little promise made you feel better. You shifted your hips a little bit, giving him all the access he might need.

He looked at you once more. There was hunger in his eyes but also love and care. His hand rested on you thigh, almost as a reminder that this was about love. He wanted to make you feel safe as his fingers roamed over your legs.

He was always in control at least, Simon always tried to be...but this was not about him. He was there for you and you only.

You nodded eagerly. Your lips parting when he positioned his erection against your wet folds, a sharp inhale when he finally thrusted into you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, your back slightly arching again while a moan left your lips. "God." You breathed. "You feel amazing."

Simon kissed your forehead as his other hand came to caress your cheek. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to see me while I fuck you."

The sound of slapping skin began to fill the room, as he kept his movements gentle yet steady. You could feel your eyes starting to roll back, desperately trying to keep that eye contact with him.

"Good girl... That's it." he murmured, his voice getting slightly huskier with every passing minute. His hands slid over your legs as they held you in place. His movements became faster, his lips pressed to your neck and his breathing turning into soft moans.

His praise made your cheeks turn a little red, it wasn't what you were was used to, but this was the moment to find out that you like it. Your legs got wrapped around his waist, ankles locking above his tailbone, wanting to keep him close. Your soft moans filling the room, mixing with the sound of skin on skin

"So sweet." Simon moaned, his voice breaking a little as he looked down at you. "I love how you moan...it just makes me want you even more."

He was getting closer and closer to an orgasm. He loved his position right now, in control. He loved the trust he received and he wanted to give you so much in return. His pace growing faster as his hand caressed the back of your neck, leaning forward to place little kisses on the soft skin.

"Simon, I'm.." your voice trailed out, as your head tilted back. Your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, as you bit your bottom lip. You wanted to cry out his name, to let loose, but you couldn’t, knowing how thin those god forgiven walls were.

His pace was steady and he knew just when and where to put pressure, using his hand to press on your lower stomach. His eyes grew dark as he felt you tense up, your back arching, your hands gripping tightly to the sheets.

"You're doing great. Just let it go. Come for me."

Those words. They were enough to make you forget your intention to keep quiet, to keep it decent.

“Simon!” With a loud moan your hands found his biceps, gripping him while your muscles tensed up and that familiar coil in your stomach snapped.

God what a sight to behold. Simon had tried to hold on as long as he could, but seeing your face twist in pleasure like that. No man could resist that, and with a few desperate thrusts, he allowed himself to endure that pleasure too.

Simon pulled you closer and kissed you on the forehead. "Good girl," He whispered, his voice still rough. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now."

Your mind was still hazy, but eventually you started to come down for that little pleasure high you had been on. “You are amazing.” You muttered softly.

"No, you are." Simon said as he pulled your even closer, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"You drive me absolutely insane. And I never want to do this with anyone else." He confessed, kissing your nose softly.

Simon finally pulled out, tossing away the condom in the bin, before he looked at you. “Can I get you anything? A water, maybe something to eat, or a shower?” He almost sounded nervous, wanting to absolute best for you.

“Just a shower would be fine.”

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Screaming internally a little rn THEY'RE SILLY UR HONOUR. THEY'RE SO SILLY AND MIDDLE-AGED AND SUPER IN LOVE

and I wrote them doing the hanky-panky for 3.6k words :D

make your home in me by katterv

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the result of my smutwriting for @zeroducks-2  💕

Jaytim drunk sex

Jason took in the sight in front of him, desperate to carve it into his mind so he'll remember it even after waking up tomorrow. He admired Tim's face flushed from the alcohol, his lips swollen and wet from kissing, those beautiful eyes glazed over from the pleasure and looking back at him with adoration. Then he slowly lowered his gaze, staring at Tim's neck full of marks he sucked onto the skin there, at the perk nipples he wanted to play with again, at the hard muscles of his stomach that were tense with effort it took for him to move up and down Jason's cock.

”You're so beautiful” he panted out and groaned when Tim tightened around him in answer. ”Fuck, Timmy-”

”Feel good?” Tim asked breathlessly, pleasure dripping off his voice like a honey. His lips curled into a little playful smirk as he moved his hips in a sinful way that made Jason moan loudly. If he was less drunk, he'd probably worry about someone hearing them, but right now he didn't give a single fuck.

Nothing else mattered, just Tim and the way he jumped on his dick like a porn star.

”Yes yes- you're doing such a great job, baby.”

Jason couldn't reach far with the way Tim had his arms trapped against the mattress - half to support his weight and half just to show Jason who really was in control right now - but it was still enough for him to reach towards the strong tights that squeezed his waist. They were adorned with teeth marks and hickeys he left there just a few moments ago, and Jason couldn't stop himself from tracing them over with his fingers, stroking and digging his nails into the skin to leave yet another reminder of this night, of himself.

He wanted to remember all of this, he wanted Tim to remember and he intended to leave as many marks as it was possible to ensure that their bodies won't be able to forget, even if they did after sobering up.

”Call me that again, Jason.” Tim demanded, leaning down enough for their lips to brush.

Now it was Jason's turn to smirk. ”Oh, did you like that, baby? Like being called pretty names?”

Tim whined against his lips, before finally pressing them together in a proper kiss. Jason didn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside, eager to taste him again, to feel the bitter hint of beer that started it all.

”Again.”

”Baby.” Jason breathed out without stopping the kiss. ”So beautiful, Timmy.”

Done with just laying down, he grabbed more firmly at Tim's tights and thrusted up, making Tim moan so loudly it sounded almost like a scream. Tim's nails dug into Jason's skin hard enough to draw blood but neither of them paid it any attention. If anything, Jason was just happy with yet another reminder of Tim on his body.

”Jason- fuck, Jay-”

”Such a good boy, taking all of me like that” Jason praised. He met every roll of Tim’s hips with his owns and made him moan in that breathy way that drove Jason absolutely fucking crazy. ”I can't believe we never done this before, fuck, I'm never letting you go, baby.”

Maybe when they'll wake up in the morning they'll regret it. Maybe they'll consider this whole night a mistake, the biggest one they've ever made. Maybe they'll be so ashamed of what happened that they won't be able to look each other in the eye. Maybe.

Right now, nothing else mattered more.

#I suck at smut (ha!) so i hope it's not too bad #i need to write smut more maybe then it'll get better #it's also my first time writing jaytim so yay! #my smutwriting #jaytim #thank you for the prompt Zero -3- #i had lots of fun while writing this #im going to post all the other prompts as well they're just #half-done #let me know that you think? #Ana's spicy writing