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ellieswyfe · 10 months

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Hood eren tales PT 2

(hood #eren) being ur man ur mann 😜🫶🏾

warnings: oral (m received), fingering, daddy kink, i dunnoo what else this is just pure porn 😭 (MDNII!!)

mood song (GO STREAM DELI 🤍icespicee)

hood eren who even though he spoils you, does not put up with a bad attitude. every time you're mad or upset it puts him ina funk and he just doesn't like it.

hood eren who regardless of your attitude, takes you to your favorite mall with your friends on the weekend, hoping you were just having a shitty week.

hood eren who once more spoils you and your friends, taking you out for hibachi and letting you spend your time hanging around the mall, but he soon regrets this decision when you stop infront of your FAV designer store.

hood eren who makes A LOT of money from selling and has bought you plenty of designer in the past, calmly watches as you and your friends go into the store and end up absolutely RAVING over a pink handbag (https://t.ly/handbag) with the company logo embroidered all over it.

hood eren who as your friends explore the store, watches as you stay by his side begging for him to buy you the bag. (so you can brag later)

hood eren who refuses to buy you the new louie bag, after a week of giving him major side eye and sucking your teeth. he says he doesn't think you deserve it cause of that "nasty ass attitude." "no princess, i'll buy you the bag when you learn some manners." or "daddy said not right now chill."

hood eren who notices how you talk about him to your friends while waking off. he knew that your spoildness got bad but not THIS bad. he’s quick to drive your friends home so he can deal with that attitude.

hood eren who when you get home, comforts you when your eyes get watery and you start with the sniffles but stands strong on his words. "c'mere." he motions you over so he can pick you up and start rubbing you down. he knows just exactly what you need.

hood eren who lets his baby suck him off as an apology. when he pulls it out the tip hits his belly already angry, flushed red, and leaking pre. he lets you start off slow. sucking the tip and kissing his down his shaft. but when he realizes you're stalling, he works his length down your throat admiring your cute whines and occasional gags.

hood eren who throws his head back and moans as you suck the absolute soul outta him “oooh b-baby fuuuuck”, pulling your head down as he thrusts his length into your mouth causing tears to form in your eyes.

hood eren who spurts ropes of cum down ur throat as he finishes in your mouth. then after, pulls you up to kiss you, still tasting the nutty, salty taste of his cum in your mouth, which instantly gets him hard again.(how romantic)

hood eren who pulls off your shorts and slowly peels back your panties to reveal your puffy pussy lips and hard clit. he's so smooth with his work, placing you on the bed and letting you ramble on, that you don't even notice till he eases one of his long thick fingers in your pussy.

hood eren who fingers that creamy pussy enough to have you gushing but not cum. “renn baby please lemme cummm,” you moan out fully resting your body against his chest as his nimble fingers work on pleasuring you. “aht aht ma whats my name? thought it was fuck me?” and “keep them legs open or you wont be cumming atall”

hood eren who shoves his length in your pussy and sets a brutal pace. “ooh pa slow downn i said im sorryy,” you cry. clapping, smacking, and wet sounds echo off the walls and your pretty sure your neighbors hate you by now. “you gone be a good girl nd stop acting up?” eren questions, “yess- daddy i swear i will…” you moan, juices running down your legs and half brain dead now.

hood eren who knows your lying (your definitely gonna up again) but enjoys putting his pretty girl in her place even if she ends up getting what she wants anyways…

hood eren who after he's done tearing up that pussy, buys the special edition louie bag you wanted (it was in his cart the whole time)

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this is my first time writing a semi full smut!? so proud of myself 🥲

LMK FOR A PRT 3…shld i do a few on connie?? 🤭

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nut4shuri · 1 year

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DATING LETITIA WRIGHT PRT 2!!🤎

Since yall loved the first one ive decided to make a second one.

(this one is a little shorter tho)

Letitia grew up in the UK,meaning she didnt have much knowledge to how things work in the US,cultural,lifestyle,and just a new atmosphere wise.

She's always so in awe by everything about you.

Whys your hair so damn long? Is it so i can pull it."" She said as she combed through the long locks of silky hair.(That 40 inch,yall know it.)

"No it's not so you can pull it,pull my shit its gone be me an you."

She smirked "Or it could just be me in you." she said as she gathered your hair together playfully bending you over the bathroom sink.

"Nasty Ass"

"Where's the rest of your shirt baby" she said as she attempted to pull the cropped tee down lower.

"And yall these are the Good4thebody Blue jeans from shein they're so comfy and they really shape the body" you walked into the camera attempting to give a quick 360 but letita walked in front of you.

"Yall good. Yall dont gotta see all that" she said

"Girl get out my video."

Meeting Your Family

“Y/N who's your friend?“

"Your daughter is just a handful."

Your family chuckled as every one sat at the dinner table,taking in laughs,making jokes,and the atmosphere just felt so right.

Many different Dishes sat on the tables,Greens,Yams,Cornbread,Beans,Chicken,Etc.

"Shes been like that since she was younger"your mom said as she let of a big and vibrant smile.

"Y/N come help mama with the dishes" your mama spoke.

"I like her.."she said making you smile.

"I do to mommy."

"Is she good to you,she seems sweet and full of love"

"Shes amazing,i wouldn't ask for anyone else."

"Well you know what im finna say.."

"Mama..you do know she's a girl-“

“girl yesss“ your mama said laughing.

“I meant like are y'all planning on adoption or something..“

“hmm maybe we haven't really talked about children yet mama.“

"Well you know i want some grandbabies"

You walked and stopped in the door way of the living room. Letita sat talking to your aunts.

"Y/N girl you done got thick on us." Your aunt said as you walked past.

"You been eating good"

"I have."

"She has." Letita looked at you with a smirk.

Yall do fun things like Tik Toks,Vlogs,Pranks And ETC.

“girl no that's wrong way!“ you said as you attempted to teach your girlfriend a new trending dance.

“I be seeing them edits y'all be making about me.“ lettita said as she laid stretched out on the bed beside you,she had her hood on and low eyes. She smiled cocky at her camera making you mug her.

“yeah and y'all better just keep wishing the fuck.“ you said making her chuckle.

“yeah y'all know y/n crazy as he'll. .“

“whatever.“ you said mugging her. She was feeling herself a lil too much.

“come onnn“ you said attempting to pull your girlfriend to the backseat of the car.

She licked her lips and looked at you speaking in a raspy voice “if I come back their,you not gone be able to walk for a month. Now get your narrow ass back up here and put on this seat belt y/n.“

She was always so sweet to you no matter what.making sute you ate and making sure you got ate...

“ma you hungry?“

“ma you want some taco bell?“

“ma whatchu want from the store?“

“I bought you breakfast in bed mamass“

“you want some head?“

She always took you on set whenever she filmed. Making sure you got everything you wanted while their and where was comfortable as you could be.

“you ok ma? You need anything.“ she said as she rubbed your thigh lightly.

You smiled shaking your head and taking a sip of your water sitting back in your chair.

She treated you like the queen you where and would t let up for nun. She constantly reminded you that you where the baddest no matter what.

“ma you dont need no plastic surgery.“

“but..“

“but nothing.“ she said using her hand to raise your chin.

“you beautiful as fuck.“

END

#letitia x reader #letitia wright #shuri x reader #princess shuri #shuri x you #shuri udaku #jamie x reader #shuriri x reader

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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Rings - Jack Harlow

Context: “Do you know what today is? It’s our anniversary. Made for you and me”

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity; sex toys.

A/N: This is Part Two to Roses

Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

Masterlist ☽ ☾

Previously….

“Daddy?” You whispered out, moving to sit up slowly.

“Yes princess.”

“I want to show you my gift now.”

☽ ☾

You slowly reached over to the nightstand where Jack had previously moved your small gift box, your body shaking slightly from the high you just came down from

You sat up, passing Jack the box as you watched him with amusement open his gift. He raised his eyebrow, letting out a chuckle with a shake of his head.

Inside the small box was a vibrating cock ring.

“Well isn’t that ironic.”

“Very.” You and Jack both let out a laugh, him smiling and still shaking his head.

“Do you like it? You questioned, twiddling your fingers with nervousness.

“Of course I do. I’m always game to try new things. And from the diagrams on this box, I know we’re gonna be in for it tonight.” He stood up immediately, slipping the ring on his already hardened dick. He played the the settings, letting out a grunt at each vibration.

Finally, he let out a vulgar moan, finding the perfect setting for the night.

“You ready?” You asked, standing and sinking to your knees. You took him in between you hands, rubbing your thumb over the pre-cum oozing tip. Jack shuddered, his hands balling up into tight fists.

You took that as a yes, guiding him into your mouth until your lips met the ring, Jack letting out a cry.

“Ohfuck.” He announced, looking down at you with hooded eyes. You made work of your mouth, fondling his balls alongside the vibrator while licking a stripe up the vein that hid under his cock, making him hiss.

Moving, you began sucking on the tip like a popsicle, Jack’s hands running to the back of your head. You braced yourself by placing your hands on the front part of his thighs, his pelvis beginning to thrust into your mouth.

“Shit ma, feels s'good.” Jack mewled, his hips beginning to pick up speed. You moaned around him, his hips slightly jerking from the extra stimulation.

“Fuck princess, I’m gonna cum.” At that, you placed your hands on his ass, forcing him to move faster into your mouth.

Jack let out a deep moan before he came, his seed splattering across the back of your throat. His breath was rapid as he came down from his high, falling back to sit in the bed.

You got up, licking your lips of any remains before you stuck your tongue out, showing him that you’d swallowed it all.

“Daddy, slide back for me? Against the headboard.” You announced, Jack too much in a daze to go against your orders.

You moved to straddle his lap, lining him up with your warmth before you slid him in, you both letting out loud gasps.

“Shit princess, I’m still sensitive.”

“You’re gonna have to take it daddy, I want you.” You spoke as you began to bounce on him, making sure to rotate your hips.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room alongside your moans and the sounds of the vibrator resting on Jack's cock, his moans being the most vocal of you both.

“Fuck you feel so good baby, yes. Take this dick, goddamn.” He rasped, his hands gripping and driving your hips down. You spelled your name out over his dick, moaning loudly when he hit that spot.

With you being so occupied with riding him, you didn’t catch him picking up the rose toy, turning it on and attaching it to your nipples, to which you let out a cry upon feeling the vibrations.

“Fuckdaddy.” You moaned out, your speed picking up. You met Jack’s lips in a passionate kiss, lips slowly becoming swollen. He moved his head to your neck, leaving marks amongst your shoulders. You took the time to leave marks along his back, your manicured nails digging into the flesh.

“Princess, I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too daddy, let’s cum together.” You whimpered, feeling your stomach tighten. Almost immediately after, you felt Jack release his warmth into you, painting your walls. You let out a cry as you came, shockwaves moving up your body. You slumped on Jack’s shoulder, both of you panting heavy.

Jack cut off both vibrators, bringing your lips into a teeth-clashing kiss.

“Fuck that was good” Jack spoke, you only being able to nod your head in response.

He slowly lifted you off of him, placing you next to him on the bed, to which your body collapsed.

“I’m gonna run us a bath okay?” He moved, kissing your forehead before heading to the bathroom. You listened to the sound of the bath water running, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

☽ ☾

You woke up to the feeling of heat over your body, Jack holding you by the tub.

“Hello beautiful,” He kissed your forehead. “Are you ready for our bath?” He asked softly, lowering you into the tub after a nod of your head. He followed behind you, settling behind you with a kiss to your shoulders.

“That was amazing love.” You spoke up, retrieving his hand to kiss his knuckles.

“Yeah, it was. I am so happy to have spent three years of my life with you.” He spoke, rubbing his hands across your chest.

“I’m happy too. I couldn’t have pictured a better relationship.” You turned to look at him, kissing him softly.

“You know, I have another gift for you..” He spoke, rubbing soap into your skin. You let out a small laugh.

“Don’t you think that’s enough gift giving?” You spoke, rubbing soap along his legs.

“Never when it comes to you.” He kissed your shoulder, having finished cleaning you up.

You took to finish cleaning him up as well, using the mobile shower head to wash off the remaining suds as the tub drained.

Jack stepped out before you, grabbing both of your towels before he helped you out, your legs wobbly.

“Damn, I really did you good.” He laughed, making you hit his arm playfully.

“Oh shut up. As if I didn’t just give you the ride of your life.”

“I’m not arguing with that, shit was delicious.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom. He dipped into the closet as you got dressed, throwing on a pair of boxers and a wife-beater while you opted for one of his large shirts.

He came out the closet to you settled on the bed, the small box nestled in his hands behind his back.

“Y/N, I love you with everything I have. All day, everyday, twenty-four-seven. I’m happy to be yours, and I’m happy your mine.” You nodded at him, tears beginning to swell in your eyes.

“These past three years have been amazing with you. Whether I’m on tour, or away, I always know I’m going to come home to someone amazing as you. Which is why,” He got down on one knee, your hands moving to cover your mouth in shock.

“I want to make these three years longer, I want to wake up to you for the rest of my life, to grow a family with you, to show you off to everyone as my wife. Will you please do me the honor and marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Of course!” You spoke, launching onto Jack on the floor. You littered kisses all over his face, tears streaming down your face onto his, mixing with his own.

“I know this isn’t really ideal, especially after sex, but I couldn’t hold on to that box any longer.”

“When were you gonna propose?” You asked, the two of you moving to the bed, Jack changing the sheets before you got in.

“Well, I was gonna surprise you again with a vacation over breakfast tomorrow, and then propose to you there.”

“Wow, I guess pussy really did put a spell on you.” You chuckled, laying on Jack’s chest.

“Definitely more than that. You just..” He paused, trying to find the words.

“You complete me, in the best ways possible. I don’t think I could see myself with anyone else.”

“Me either, Jackman. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

That night you fell asleep to his heart beat, knowing you’d hear that for the rest of your lives together.

#jack harlow #bf! jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n

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outofcontexturi · 1 year

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Mon 23rd jan 2023 journal 2:17am

I need to piss but I’m here. I think I’m active again. my brain feels to be working fine again unlike on Saturday morning where I was completely stressing. I’m starting to think there’s should be rules you don’t do when you wanna get high. Rule number uno: do not smoke or consume edibles without eating first. Rule number two: do not consume edibles if you haven’t had sleep. It will increase your anxiety and you’ll have a bad trip. Rule number three: learn to micro dose your shit. It’ll make for a better high. Those are my three rules so far. I’m present as can be right now. I miss being able to do this without worrying about time but here I am. I really am an over thinker. I get so in my head about things because there’s an intrinsic need to be right. It’s like I’ve been trying to prove that I’m right all my life. It’s like I have to prove how smart I am to people for them to respect me. That’s how I’ve felt since I was probably around 7. Being conscious that you’re doing something in real time is quite a trip. If my mood was a number i think it would be 7.5/8 out of 10. I need to piss still. I missed the 2:22. It’s 2:23. My left foot is moving a lot because I need to piss. I’ve gone to piss. Exited the room and saw on BBC news that Lisa Marie Presley has been laid to rest. I know very little if anything about the woman. Anyways today is gonna be a good day. I do need to sleep though. I think I’m thinking about how tedious MYO week is going to be. I need to think of a way to not want to lose my will to live this week. It’s 2:27am. make that 28. sometimes I wonder if I have the answers like I say I do but then I ask myself do you really? cause things feel new and I’m not used to this and I think that’s contributing to my anxiety as to whether or not I’m doing well. I’m filling my mind with these time conscious wealth entrepreneurial “gurus” who come across to have a sincere message but all in all are telling me politely in other words to be in a different financial position than I am now and I hear it but like where’s the time when you’re in full time education. I feel like there’s a part of me i haven’t actually explored. I think my growth comes thru travelling without my mum by my side or so heavily influential on if I travel to places. But it’s also a thing where she believes I don’t listen to her enough and I don’t want any of her weird/crazy superstitions to come true. But your baby boys got to live and somethings got to give ma. This cold I’m feeling is so so heavy my goodness. I’ve felt cold days man. This is actually so bad. This is the type of cold you never want to be in. My room is so cold right now. This isn’t it man. This is why I need to make it out the hood! cause I can’t live like this all my life. I need luxury and affordable housing clothing and great value food in my life as well as a bad bitch that really trusts and loves me. If I’m keeping it so real with you. I don’t really know why I have a tense disposition but a lot of people say it and I’m kinda like I’m not tense? but people see it. I don’t like that. I don’t like that people see me that way. Don’t get me wrong my body is tense generally speaking BUT not to the point where I look robotic and shit. I just caught myself overthinking in real time lol. It’s 2:41am. I can faintly hear the bbc news playing in mums room. I’m also scared to tell people my dreams. I think it’s cause people won’t believe it and if people I love don’t believe in my dream I don’t think I can be around them. I don’t want to be around them. But I’m also not sure I have the talent for what I want to do. I wonder what’s robbed me of my self confidence. Unless I think my self and my art work in tandem. My art is so heavily tied to me you can’t really separate it without me taking very much personal offence to it. I need to learn that my art is only one extension of me and not my whole being. But I think outside of that i don’t really know myself like that. Like idk if I’d struggle to answer 10 things I really like or 10 things I do with myself outside of acting. Con 2:46am

#journal

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Imagine starting a relationship with hood!Bakugou after months of him trying to bag you.

Masterlist

♡♡

You always thought he was fine asf, but you were kinda weary cause like,, he's hot, (kinda) respects his momma, has cash and no hoes? There's got to be a catch.

Once he cuffed, he treated you like a queen. Paying for your nails, sending you out with your girlfriends on spa days, letting you come in him with him for smoke sessions, settling on his lap and listening to his lazy drawl.

When you were sad, he would immediately be there, taking you out and dolling you up, threatening to shoot whoever fucked you up, even if it was your own parents. If you weren't in the mood to go out, he would lay you down, spread your plush thighs and stay there for hours working you up. Wouldn't stop till his face was smeared in your essence, eyes glassed over and dark. He would work his way back to your body, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before jerking off onto your tits, cleaning you up and holding you till the morning, when you'd wake up with a massage and some dick. Maybe he'd even bring you some food from your fav fast food place across town.

Being with him was amazing, until it wasn't. Yeah he treated you good, but shit. Ditching you on dates to take care of "business", spoiling the shit outta you when you got pissy instead of actually comforting you like he should. It was annoying, and when he didn't even show up when you told him to come home at a certain time for a surprise? You were livid. Him walking through the door 4 hours late, smelling like bud and laughing with Kirishima had you clenching your fists, not even letting the red head get out a word before you were growling for him to leave, you'd talk to him later. Bakugou blocked the doorway, raising a displeased eyebrow at you.

"Fuck is your deal, y/n?"

You scoff at his use of your name, strutting over to the two men. Kirishima's eyes flick between the two of you, gulping harshly at the tension. He had never seen you this mad, and it was making him nervous.

"My deal? You were supposed to be here 4 hours ago. I made dinner, cleaned the apartment, got new shit just for you and you blew me off, again."

He rolled his crimson eyes, crossing his thick arms over his chest.

"Stop trippin Ma. I lost track of time-"

"I should go."

You both snap your heads in the direction of Kirishima, face red and hands tugging at his cami, making his way quickly over to the door and shutting it with an awkward wave of his hand.

The minute the door closes you turn back to Bakugou, whose eyes are already locked on you.

"You're insufferable."

He laughs, running a hand through his hair.

"You know you like it."

You grit your teeth, tears of frustration burning at the back of your eyes.

"God, why do you do this? You flake on me, make me feel all shitty and then come back all smiles like you did nothing wrong. I just,, I...."

Bakugou turns away from you, kicking off his shoes in disinterest.

"I- I- , you what, Mama? Spit it out like a good fuckin' girl "

Ignoring the way heat prickles at you when he says that, you wait till he turns back around, keeping eye contact as you spit out,

"I fucking hate you."

He's on you in a flash, hand curling around your neck while the other knots into your hair. He's close, annoyingly so, breath fanning across you face as his eyes bore into yours with a suffocating intensity.

"Say it again."

You keep your mouth shut, glaring up at him before he yanks your head back by the grip on your roots.

"Say. That. Shit. Again."

You snarl up at him, about to mouth the words once again when he propels forward, teeth clashing against yours before his tongue slides out of his mouth, sliding against yours. He kisses you hard, leaving no room to move or breathe.

The smell of him is familiar and comforting, surrounding you as you begrudgingly melt into his arms.

He brings the hand in your hair down to your ass, giving it a sharp smack and kneading the soft flesh afterwards. He pulls away from your lips, watching you chase after them.

"You hate me?"

You nod, fire burning behind your eyes. He grabs the back of your neck and forces you down onto your knees, rocking his hips against your face.

"I don't think you hate me. I think you just like acting like a little slut to get your way."

You huff and reach up to take his cock out of his sweats, but he slaps your hands away.

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. Brats who hate their Daddies don't get cock. You should be thankful I'm even letting you watch."

He steps away from you, tugging his sweats and boxers down to rest under his ass, piercings glittering in the dim lighting. Your mouth waters at the sight, thick cock standing tall, veins scattered all around it, the most prominent one right under the head of his fat cock, a Jacob's ladder sitting directly under his leaking head, your eyes following the bead of pre rolling down. His dick twitches when you run your tongue along your bottom lip, practically drooling. He moans softly, hips grinding into his hand.

"Bet you want my cock in your mouth, hah?. You wish you hadn't said shit, that you kept your cute mouth shut till I told you to fuckin open it."

You tremble in front if him, thighs pressing together as you watch him get off, his free hand reaching up to tug and rub at his nipple, drawing a groan from the blonde's chest. He slides his hand roughly up his cock, fingers brushing along the sensitive vein and piercing, circling the head of dick before dragging back down to cup his balls, hisses and curses falling out of his mouth. You watch him throb and writhe in front of you, vermillion eyes locked on you. You trail your gaze from his fat, leaking cock, to his shaking thighs, his clenched abs, all the way up to those eyes, and your breath gets caught in your throat. His eyebrows are scrunched up in pleasure, cheeks flushed and lip swollen and bitten, drool falling out of his open, panting mouth as he stares hard at you.

"Fuck. Suck- suck my cock, slut."

You don't have to be told twice.

You immediately jerk forward, lips wrapping around the head of him, tongue slipping in and swirling around. You run your fingers down, fondling his balls before rubbing down on his taint, making him let out a strangled moan, trying to push you further down. You resist, taking your time and rubbing your tongue along the piercing, fiddling with it before letting your teeth scrape against the throbbing vein under his head, barely nicking it before he floods your mouth with cum, hips spasming against your mouth as he finally pushes you all the way down, your eyes watering as you struggle to swallow and breathe. He shudders above you, gold chain swinging. You look up at him through your lashes when you pull up, sticking out your tongue and showing him you got everything. He huffs out a breathless laugh, leaning down to spit a glob on your tongue before yanking you up and kissing you once more.

"Still hate me?"

You shake your head, leaning in for another kiss.

"Good."

He slips a hand into your bottoms, sliding thick fingers through your slit.

"Fuck, I could just slide in right now, huh? Get this wet just from sucking me off, such a dirty little bitch."

You whimper, letting him lift your leg and rip your panties off.

It was gonna be a long night

@hanji-is-life

#bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou x reader smut #Bakugou x reader #bakugou thirst

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minimoxha · 3 years

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Batfam Valentines Day Special

The batfamily takes Valentine’s Day very...very seriously.

Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wyane, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wyane, Y/n L/n(Batmom), Alfred Pennyworty

Warning(s): None

1,579 Words

Not edited.

(A/N I know Valentine’s Day passed but I got this idea after it so...deal with it.)

All throughout Wayne manor, everyone was preparing for the day known as Valentine’s Day. They were moving so fast it made it seem like they were competing. Probably because...they were. Why? Because today was Valentine’s Day and they all wanted to give you the best day but every one of them wanted to do different things. So when Jason first joined the family, it became a competition to see which one could give you the best time with them.

You woke up to the sweet smell of French toast, a smile Turing on your face. You knew what day it was, possibly one of your favorite days other than Christmas or your birthday of course. Damian was the first to come in your room, Laing down and cuddling with you. No matter how people saw him on the outside, he was a soft and cuddly bear on the inside. “Good morning Mother. You’ll spend time with me first, right? I am your favorite so it’s only natural I go first.” Damien Gloated, making you emit a small giggle. “Dami, I told you that it was dickies turn this year.” You said making the young boy groan in response and get ready to lift up but relaxed his body again once you started to run your hands through his hair. “Who’s cooking for me Dami?” Damien answered your question by counting to five on his fingers. Once he got to five, Jason came through the door holding a tray of food, Bruce with a card and flowers, dick holding cups and apppe juice, (Apple juice is better than orange.), and Tim holding coffee cups.

All four of the men walked into the room, Joining you and Damian on the bed, not before saying good morning to you. “Flowers? For me?” You teased, smelling the roses. “They were from me” Bruce admitted, a smirk crossing his face making Jason roll his eyes. “So who gets you first, ma?” Jason asked. “Hm...Dickie.” You smiled at your oldest, making him mirror his expression and everyone else groan. It was sweet really, instead of spending time with their friends or significant other they wanted to give the day to you. All of you had busy schedules so these were one of the days they could spend a lot of fun time with their mommy. After everyone finished eating, dick gave you an outfit and waited outside your door for you to change. “So you know that musical you wanted to see? Well I Got tickets, the best seats!” He cheered. You squeezed from inside the room, quickly opening your door. “My outfit looks great on you.” He smiled. You were wearing High waisted black pants and a gray hoodie with no hood that was a little too big for you.

Dick was right, they were amazing seats. The both of you were in Love with the musical and tried to keep yourselves from singing but failed, earn dirty looks from the people around you. (I didn’t make more because idk but if you want short tories on how the details went during everyones time with Y/n tell me))After you left the theater, the both of you got slushies and cinnamon rolls (Even though it was 11Am, your dentist is pissed rn) and then he returned you home and went to his brothers ti gloat and tell him how the defenitly won and had the best time with you. Next was Jason, right when you walked in he got you and took you back out. “What do you have planned fir me today, JayJay?” You asked following him after he grabbed a bag onto his motorcycle . “You can choose between a Monster Truck Rally and Paint balling Ma.” He said. “Paint-balling” Nodding, he drove off to a paint ball arena with you holding onto his back. He arrived at the place and signed in. The both of you were taken into the back where you got a run down and gear. “Dickies going to be pissed that his outfit is covered in paint.” You giggled, putting on your gear along with Jason and listening to the rules. You didn’t follow them though. The both of you DEMOLISHED every kid, adult, and teen, only getting a few paintballs on yourself. Then it came down to you and Jason. He stalked around you, trying to be be intimidating but failing with a smile. “Theres only room for one paintballer in this town” He said, faking a country accent.

“Well then, It’ll have to be me!” You yelled, shooting three at him then ducking under a rock. He successfully dodged your attacks making the game go on for what felt like forever for the bystanders but just a couple minutes for you. It seemed like it was going to go on forever until Jason tripped on a rock and fell, giving you the chance to shoot him right in his butt. “Suck it, Jay!” You yelled, doing your victory dance in front of him. Jason smiled, he loved seeing you in this mood. With work, and watching from the batcomptr, you were either on edge or stressed out of your mind, And once you got competitive, you stayed competitive until you won. Constantly, challenging your family to games. “Ill beat you next Time, Ma’” Jason laughed, fist bumping you and standing up to sling his arm around your shoulder and walk to the changing rooms with you. (Not the same one) “Guess what we got the Replacement and Demon Spawn to do for ya.” “Hm I Don't know Jay, What.”

“I got them to share your time and have a picnic with you.” You sighed then answered, “Jay, I’ll be surprised if there still is a picnic by the time we get there.” Jason laughed at your Joke, getting the both of you on his bike and driving to a beautiful forest. The sun was cutting through the trees who's leaves were falling off. There was an opening, where Damian had lanterns all around while the picnic blanket was in the middle of a flower bed. You got off of Jasons bike and saw through the trees, Damian and Tim arguing, on the verge of turning it into a full blown fist fight. Before things escalated, you stepped in and let Jason leave the three of you alone. “Boys, please don't fight today” With one last glare, they settled down. Damian opened the light brown basket and took your favorite dishes out. “We helped Alfred make all of your favorites, Mother. I hope you enjoy them” Tim opened the Saran Wrap. “Yeah Mom, I hope you like it.” Damian put a couple heart-shaped sandwiches on your plate and poured the drinks while Tim showed you this cool coding project he had been walking on. “So mother, isn’t this the best out of both of the trips they took you on?” Damian asked, smiling slightly after biting into a cupcake and clearly enjoying it. “I had an Amazing Day with all of you, I won't pick favorites.” You smiled and ruffled both of the boys’ hair. They were amazing children no matter they're faults. The rest of the picnic was amazing, the both of you eating until you couldn’t eat anymore and Joking around. For the first time in a while, you saw a Huge smile on both of the boys’ face. After, Tim called Alfred and he picked the both of you and took you to get your hair done, nails done and a nice dress that they (surprisingly) agreed on. They showed up at the manor and rushed Batmom to the backyard where bruce was standing in a candlelit circle. Inside it , was a couple speakers and Bruce right in the middle. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a nice suit that matched your dress. He raised his hand out toward you and you excitedly took it.

“May I have this dance?” He smiled, pulling you into his chest. His cologne, being all that you could smell. “you may” The both of you danced like nobody was watching, because nobody was. It wasn’t like the dances you would have at formal events, where you had to dance like professionals. No, it was your own little dance party with only the two of you. You didn’t have to worry about people watching or taking pictures. After about 5 songs, the dancing stopped and Bruce slid a ring on your finger. It was a crown with the tips and middles having diamonds inside of them. “Bruce...this is beautiful” you smiled as you looked at it. Bruce snuck his hands around your waist and put his chin on top of your head. Him being the tall man that he was, he had no problems with hugging or cuddling with you while standing. “Let’s be honest My love, I gave you the best day , yes?” He smirked. Bruce was always very cocky but you found yourself more attracted to him after each word he uttered to you. “You’ll never know, Dear” You teased making him playfully sigh. “I’m the worlds greatest detective, I already know.”

“God, I love all of you so Much” Like every year, Each one of your boys always found a way to surprise you or just make your life better. They meant the world to you and if you could keep life like this you would. This was perfect. Absolute perfection

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woahitslucyylu · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens

Author’s Notes: A few days late, but here it is. I write my alphabets as if I am talking to my frands (which I am), so enjoy it, loves!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Don’t expect much if it’s casual - you knew what it was when he was two fingers deep in the Uber. He will be polite, cordial, and a decent host, but don’t expect to lay up. He will absolutely ask you for your number, because he loves options, and is generous to his friends - passing along recommendations of girls worth remembering, buttttttttt, frand, if he loves you…

You. Are. A. Motherfucking. Princess.

He will shower you with cum and cuddles and then leave you to soak in the jacuzzi tub while he rubs your shoulders. He’s a Daddy, so he’s going to take care of you in all aspects after an intense session.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Erik’s favorite body part is his face. His smirk is predatory. A glinting gold-fanged smile leaves a lasting impression.

On his partner, he loves thick - here, there, and everywhere. Big boobs, fat ass, thick thighs - love, love, love; whether it is one or all. Erik is a hunk - muscles for days, and he will easily handle allllll you have to offer.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Anywhere you let him?

He’s a freak, so it’s been all over your body. His favorites though are in you and your face. He is really into ownership and dominance, and when he has you in the most vulnerable positions, that’s when he gets off the most.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He lost his virginity late - 17, a week before his senior year of high school started. A girl three blocks down from the corner store in his hood. She stayed with her grandma and he had to sneak in through the window. He didn’t start fucking until college and well, those scars are from killing pussies too. Meme

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s for the streets, unless you’re the real deal. Erik is incredibly loyal, because he expects it from you - a true ride or die. If he’s not in a relationship though, well, he’s running trains.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Back shots are his go-to. Watching your ass bounce against his chiseled hips, your lips stretching over him as he glistens from you will have his eyes hooded as he grips your hair reminding you to be a good girl.

Sliding behind you while you do your make-up, hair in a bonnet leaves you late at least twice a week. He presses his dick into your ass as his hands cup your breasts through your chenille robe.

“Just the tip, ma. Just let me feel you.” Pro-tip: It’s never just the tip.

But, even Kill needs intimacy from his girl though, sooo…

If your Baby Girl, he will slow stroke you so deep with your legs draped over his shoulders as he says you look so pretty taking your dick. The pad of his thumb pressed against your throbbing nub. He will bury his face in your neck - nipping your tender skin and burying himself in you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Erik finds humor in your proverbial suffering, when you’re whining and whimpering for more or for a break, but he isn’t cracking jokes and dropping one liners.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s groomed and he smells like a man. I get Dior Sauvage vibes from him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This is a privilege, but if you’re lucky enough, you’re spoiled. Candles lit, flowers, soft sheets, expensive lingerie - making love is an art for him. He will degrade you in the most loving way as he lets you cum first, second, and third. Your pleasure and your worth make him feel like a man. Loving you correctly is a source of pride for him, and that means you are emotionally taken care of, even in the nastiest scene.

J = Jack/Jill Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you first teased at a FaceTime show, you didn’t know you’d love it so much. Watching Erik left you so overwhelmed, you came hard - moaning his name as you pushed the toy in and out. He loves when you initiate. Knowing you want him validates him and indulging you is something he enjoys doing, so when he’s away for business, he treats you to the shows.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sex is Erik’s kink. There is very little he doesn’t enjoy in the pursuit of pleasure. Not surprisingly, kinky Kill is reserved for his girl only. It’s a privilege to be tied up in his bed as his heavy hands run over your body, whispering the filthiest thoughts. It’s a privilege to role play in the bar on a spur-of-the-moment trip to New York with a blonde wig and end up bent of the bathroom sink as the game melts into real fucking. It’s a PRIVILEGE to have his submission - the times when he sinks on the bed, calling you with a finger, and he begs you to ride him leave you with heart eyes as you sink onto him, getting drunk on his moans as your ass bounces against his thighs.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Erik is a sucker for baecation sex.

Your melanated skin sparkles in the sun as you lay topless in the southern Pacific sun. The ocean breaks gently against the private dock and the soft R&B lulls your eyes shut behind your large sunglasses. Erik leaned against the door frame, watching your curves against the aquamarine seascape and his dick throbbed. He finished the rum - the sweet liquid icing his throat as he swallowed thickly and padded to your lounged body. His dick rested heavy against his thigh, already hard under his swim trunks, as his hulking frame shadowed you.

“Babe, what are you doing?” You raised your glasses and squinted in the bright sun - a wide smile on your face. He dropped between your knees - your legs falling open to accommodate him as his fingers danced over your warm skin. Your breath caught as the pad of his thumb brushed over your nipple - raising it under his touch, “Oh, so we’re doing that?” You mocked as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, his breath warm against your now-wet bikini bottoms.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Erik’s motivation in life is to dominate, and in the bedroom, that’s no different. He wants to own you in every sense of the word, and vice versa - he wants to be owned by you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cleanliness is next to godliness, so anything that is actually dirty, Erik is not into. On another note, disloyalty, shadiness, or any evidence of fuckery really just piss him off.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Not all pussy gets eaten, and that’s just really how it is, but for you, giving head is Erik’s solution to most problems and you don’t hate it. Bad day at work? Need attention? Broke a nail? All of it can be solved with his mouth. He loses his breath at the sight of your sticky lips and swollen clit as he brushes his nose against your folds before licking, sucking, and kissing all the places that make your pussy cry with joy.

Overpowering Erik’s dominance is rare, but you on your knees will make him relax and watch as you take him down your throat, gagging and slurping, as your tongue slides over each vein, swirling his mushroomed tip against your full lips. His hand will fist your hair, holding you still, as he thrusts into your throat - saliva dripping as you moan against him. The vibration leaves his dick throbbing as he lets you swallow, greedily enjoying your prize, hard earned from Daddy.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s a time and place for it all and Erik reads the room.

You’ve been acting out, talking shit in front of his friends, kissing your teeth, and stomping through with a bratty attitude, and the only remedy for you is arched on the bed as his heavy hand lands hard on your ass and thighs. The cracking sound of your skin echoes through the room as you count in a weak voice - wetness pooling between your thighs, as he spreads your cheeks. “You just fucking up, so Daddy can fuck you up? Hmm?” He questions as he pushes into you. His question answered with a string of curses sprinkled with moans. “Don’t got shit to say now that I’m deep in my pussy, huh?” He fists your hair, holding you against the comforter, “If you wanted a little dick, just say it, ma.” His chuckle is sinful as his hips snap against you making you forget why you ever had an attitude in the first place.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If Erik wants you, he will have you. Periodt.

The same, however, also goes for you, and the moments when you just. can’t. wait. leave Erik bustin’ earlier than he wants.

As Erik reached for the door, the locks snapped, leaving the door shut as he tossed you a side glance. This was the fourth stop of the night and your eyes were glassy from liqour as Erik shuffled you between kickbacks. “Come here,” Your hands reached for him, sliding down his t-shirt, resting on his crotch. “Just let me touch it, daddy.” You stretched the syllables as you pulled at his belt, urging it lower. “Come on, no one can see.” His hips rose, jeans sliding down as you pulled him from his boxers. “I just want a little bit.” Your hand jerked him slowly as you slid over him - your thick thighs pressing against the console and the door. He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth - his golds glittering - as you sank slowly onto him. “Just a little bit? You taking the whole thing,” His shirt was pulled under his chin as he watched his dick disappear into you with each rock. “It’s mine. I can take it all.” Your head lazed as Erik’s powerful thrusts took over and your soft moans filled the car.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Erik’s whole life is a risk, sex isn’t any different. Threesomes, orgies, tying people up, being tied up - all of it can find a place in his life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Realistically, he can go two-three times in a row. During a day, you could give it five or six times if you really wanted it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t for children and Erik uses them to his advantage. Plugs, vibrators, ties, restraints, lube - all in the drawer beside the bed waiting to be chosen to work your body into a puddle.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Before Erik, you never knew the beauty and power in a delayed release, and with Erik as a teacher, you learned the lessons of edging quite well. He’s a general tease - the build up is half the fun, and unless you’re being punished, he always delivers for you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Erik is nasty and his words alone leave you dripping. His dirty talk is another level of freak, and he leaves you speechless when he says things like…

“Is this my pussy, ma?”

“Your shit drippin’ all over me.”

“Where did you learn to suck dick like this, baby girl?”

“Come on, give me my nut.”

“This tight pussy all mine.”

“Daddy knows the spot, ma.”

The filth that falls from his beautiful mouth leaves you begging for more, but the only thing that matters to you are his moans - hard earned and coveted from being a good girl. The throaty sounds that escape as he bottoms out or you squeeze him gently leave you panting and craving more.

Your acrylic nails raked over his scars - a sharp hiss escaping his mouth - as he pulled your leg over his hip, deepening his thrust. A flex of your walls shut his eyes - a guttural moan slipping out as he stilled himself above you. Your eyes drank in the heavenly sight above you. Loose dreads hung over his face, his lip caught between his teeth - his amber eyes glazed, “Quit playing, baby.” It was barely a whisper as he pulled back, slowly inching from you, when you squeezed him again and another moan echoed through the room.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Intimacy, for Erik, comes in the form of non-sexual activities. Almost anyone can get the dick, but not everyone gets their hand held at the Farmer’s Market while he shops trendy black-owned farms for fresh vegetables, not everyone gets to drive him to urgent care when he chilled with a fever, and not everyone gets the privilege of cleaning on Saturday mornings with 70s funk narrating the choice to use Fabuloso or Pine Sol.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

8-9 inches

Thick

Curved

It bounces when he walks

And it smells good.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He enjoys sex and it keeps him even. He wants you all the time. Of course, there’s real life responsibilities, but in the house, if he wants you, he will take you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is assuming he only has sex at night or in a bed, but generally, he sleeps when he wants to and that includes after sex too.

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jb3islife · 2 years

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Love is Like a Playing Card (J. Daniel Atlas) Chapter VII

Danny jumped a bit, startled by the door’s sudden closure.

“Welcome, Daniel Atlas,” a voice which sounded animatronic boomed around him.

“Who am I speaking to?” Danny asked the voice as he walked to the center of the dark room. “I asked to see the face behind all of this.” Out of habit, he sat his phone down on the ledge of what appeared to be a bowl. Looking inside, he saw his reflection a number of times in broken pieces of glass. It was almost poetic, if he was being sentimental.

“You’ve asked many questions and registered many complaints,” the voice responded. “You can be rest assured that we’ve heard you.”

“Have you?” Danny replied, his anger starting to take over. “Because I don’t-”

“Trust?” the voice questioned. “Your leader? Your fellow Horsemen? Perhaps even us?”

Danny shook his head, knowing fully well what they were trying to do to him. “I don’t like that we’ve been living in hiding for a year. I don’t like that every message we get from Dylan is, ‘Wait! Be patient. The Eye has a plan.’”

“Wait!” the voice mocked him and Danny let out an annoyed chuckle. “Be patient. The Eye has a plan.”

“This is games,” Danny complained, “and it’s not working for me.” He turned for the door.

“You feel it is you who should be leading the Horsemen, not Dylan.” Danny froze, his body slowly turning around. “If that is what you desire, stay the course. Trust that your unique talents and remarkable mind will not go unrecognized.” Danny couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

“We have a new mission for the Horsemen. Dylan has a plan and will gather you together soon.” The lights dimmed around Danny, the only visible light coming from his phone. “Now leave.”

Sutton left the tunnel, the hood of her sweatshirt wrapped tightly around her face, hiding Sutton’s delicate features from the rest of the world. Aimlessly, she began walking around New York City. The sun was just coming up when she took a seat on a bench.There she sat, alone with the one thing that scared Sutton the most- her own thoughts. What was she going to do? How could she even pretend to look at Danny like she knew nothing? Hell, she didn’t even understand why Danny would ever go behind her back to seek out The Eye.

The vibration from her phone knocked Sutton out of her trance. She wiped her eyes, unaware that tears had fallen down her face. “Hello?” Sutton sniffed.

“Bonjour, mon amour!” Henley’s voice cooed through the phone. Sutton smiled, happy to hear her cousin’s voice for the first time in days.

“Henley!” Sutton laughed through her pain. “It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“It’s so good to hear yours too, ma beauté.” The way Henley could speak French words almost made Sutton fall in love. “Tell me- what’s wrong?”

Sutton scrunched her eyebrows and looked around her, unsure of how Henley knew something was off. “What are you talking about? Nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why did I get a frantic phone call from Jack?” Henley questioned. Sutton sighed, placing a hand on her face.

“Damn it,” Sutton whispered. “I totally forgot we were supposed to go for a run before dawn.”

“Mhm,” Henley responded, wanting more.

“It’s just been a crazy morning, Hen.” Sutton forced out a laugh.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” Henley insightfully guessed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Sutton explained, “It’s just that I’m really confused.”

“It’s Danny, isn’t it?”

Sutton sighed. “Yes, but-”

“Say no more. I’m coming back.”

“What? No, Hen!” Sutton fought back. “That’s crazy. You can’t come home every time I have a problem.”

“Like hell I can’t!” Henley responded. “What did he do, Sutton? Did he cheat on you? I swear to all that is good in this world, if he did, I will cut off hi-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Sutton begged her. Sighing, she said, “No, he didn’t cheat on me.”

Henley sighed. “Sutton, what happened?”

“Like I said, it’s just really confusing right now. I need to talk to Danny.”

“Okay, but if you need me-” Sutton pulled her phone away from her ear as it began to vibrate. Seeing it was Danny, she ignored it. “Got it?” Henley’s voice rang out.

“Yeah,” Sutton smiled. “You’re always there for me. Thanks, Hen.” Sutton sighed. “So, how’s Paris? Prettier than when we robbed the bank?”

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 3 years

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Mr. Fugo woke up suddenly at the sound of the alarm. He was tired, but as he listened to the guard’s reports, that tiredness went away. His temples tingled and his mustache swayed. He glared daggers and growed low.

"Thieves ... Unforgivable! I’ll catch you for sure ... You’ll pay for this! Don’t get in my way—I will fix the machine ...! " This wasn’t the face of a gentle millionaire—it was Mr. Fugo’s true face.

He recalled what happened a month ago.

One day, Mr. Fugo received a strange report from the mine manager. A huge cave was discovered while digging in the mines, and in it, was a mysterious machine. He went to the diamond mine and saw the machine with his own eyes, but the machine did not work and its purpose was unknown.

On investigation, there was a silver plate attached to the surface of the machine. Fine ancient characters were inscribed on it. Mr. Fugo searched for a scholar who could decipher the characters, but he knew the citizens would be of no use. He decided to keep the machine secret until he knew more details, as it could be useful for making a profit.

While investigating privately, Mr. Fugo received a visitor. He was a medicine peddler who carried a heavy trunk and wore a large hood.

"Hi! I’m Magolor," the merchant said and waved.

"I have no use for merchants, I'm busy," Mr. Fugo frowned. He tried to turn him away, but Magolor spoke quickly.

"You found an ancient machine, old man! I want to see it."

Fear coursed through his veins. "Why do you know that ...!? "

"Aren't you looking for a scholar who can read ancient characters? I can read them!"

"What ...? You can?" Mr. Fugo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way a suspicious medicine merchant could read ancient characters ...

But, he took a chance.

He took Magolor to the mine and showed him the ancient machine. Magolor stared, fascinated by it for a while.

"What a funny thing ... It's a machine, but it looks so strange. Sleepy eyes ... a cat-like mouth ... a compass and scissors attached to it ... "

"I don't care what the ancient machine looks like!" Mr. Fugo said, frustrated. "What I want to know is this. What is written here?"

He pointed to the silver plate inlaid at the bottom of the machine. Magolor, then, somehow, began to read what was written.

"Umm ... ‘I will leave this important message for the people of the future’... "

" ... What? You can actually read these characters!?" Mr. Fugo eagerly listened to Magolor's next words.

"Yup, the continuation ... ‘This machine is the worst invention in all of history. Instead of turning stone into priceless material and making tremendous amounts of money, it only scatters misery.’ ... "

"Ah ... Amazing, the machine makes tremendous amounts of money!?" His tone changed.

"Once upon a time, when this machine ran day and night, more money was made than anyone could spend in a thousand years, however, only the aristocrats profited. A terrible stench filled the town as the machine worked. Suffering from such wretched miasma that one couldn't even open the eyes, I sealed the three gears with great magical power and stopped the machine. This saved the town, and the people of the later world!

Never start this machine again! The day that happens, this town will fall to ruin!"

Mr. Fugo turned bright red. His whole body shook and his attitude shifted dramatically.

"Ma- Magolor! No, Professor Magolor!" He knelt down and took Magolor's hand. "You are a wonderful scholar! You deciphered the characters! There was such a secret in the ancient machine!"

"Now that you know how to start it, you can make a lot of money. It’s amazing, huh?"

Mr. Fugo looked up at Magolor's face in distrust. There was a chance he would tell everyone this secret. It would be bad news if that happened. The citizens will surely oppose the starting of the ancient machine. He spoke to Magolor gently.

"Of course, I would like to show my appreciation, Professor Magolor."

"Appreciation? You’ll give me something?"

"That’s right, whatever you want! I’ll give you half my fortune, even. It doesn't matter."

"Really? Wow, I’m rich!" Magolor’s eyes sparkled with great joy. Mr. Fugo laughed darkly in his heart as he watched.

(Good, if you're happy right now.)

Of course, Mr. Fugo wasn’t going to give away any amount of his fortune to Magolor. If the plan was successful, the town would be destroyed. A weak merchant like Magolor wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mr. Fugo continued to laugh without showing any sign of his evil plans.

"Leave the gear finding to me! I have a good idea!" Magolor said.

"A good idea?"

"Put some prize money on the gears, and use anyone who's got the skill to find them. It’ll go well, for sure!"

"Prize money ... huh. I see, that's a good idea," Mr. Fugo smiled and nodded.

Of course, he wasn’t really willing to pay a prize, either. The gear finders would just be thrown out of the town along with Magolor. Thus, Mr. Fugo announced the ancient machine in the newspaper and promised a huge reward. Word of the ancient machine spread throughout town, and the residents began the search for the magical gears.

Magolor, who slept soundly in a hotel bed in the Town of Wind, was alerted by a messenger and brought to Mr. Fugo’s mansion.

"Why did you call me at this time ... I'm sleepy ... " he tiredly complained.

"Look!" Mr. Fugo shouted. He took Magolor to the hidden room. Magolor awoke fully upon seeing the opened safe.

"Wow ... What happened!? It looks as if a thief broke in ... "

"Oh noo~, that’s not what happened at all! I was the one who broke into my own safe!" Mr. Fugo usually spoke very politely to Magolor, but today, he was so angry he could not hide his real personality. "According to the guards, the bandits are a duo. One wore a red, silk top hat and cloak."

"Red, silk top hat and cloak ... Hm, maybe ... "

"Oh, these days the Town of Light is troubled by a great thief. Many mansions have been hit. I hoped this wouldn’t happen ... "

"What was stolen?"

"That's the problem!" Mr. Fugo paced as he spoke. "There are lots of precious treasures in this house. Lots of jewels, fine art, and of course, money, but the thieves didn't touch those at all! They invaded only this hidden room and ... " he continued, "they stole everything regarding the ancient machine. Even the photo I kept in the safe!"

"What photo?"

"A photo of that silver plate," Mr. Fugo said, covering his face. "If that plate is deciphered, it will ruin everything! The citizens will be extremely opposed to the operation of the ancient machine. The plan is ruined!"

"Uh-huh ... " Magolor said in a carefree voice. "Don’t worry, some thieves wouldn't be able to read the ancient characters."

"They must have an interest in ancient technology, though. Because otherwise they wouldn't have been able to take the documents and photograph without getting distracted by the riches throughout the mansion."

"That’s right ... " he thought. Mr. Fugo turned grim.

"Then it’s come to this. There is no choice but to get the three gears as soon as possible. The machine must be started before the thieves have a chance to strike again."

"Uh, uh-huh. All right." Magolor was surprised by Mr. Fugo’s sudden steely determination. He stretched his arms wide. "I’ll hurry and get the gears for you, then."

"Really!? You’ve found them!?"

"That’s right! I know what I’m doing." Magolor waved and left Mr. Fugo’s mansion. He headed back to the hotel in a good mood.

"Meta Knight seems to have been successful in finding the gear. President Dedede retrieved the gear on the clock tower as well, and Kirby found the one in the field ... " Magolor couldn't stop laughing. "The three gears, they’re mine! Fugo doesn’t even notice he’s being deceived! My plan will succeed!"

Meta Knight returned to his mansion and took a closer look at the stolen material from the secret room. The most worrying item was the photo that was stored in the safe.

"These symbols ... I see, they’re characters from an ancient civilization." Meta Knight pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf and enlarged the text with a magnifying glass as he turned the pages. After a while, Daroach came in through the window.

"I'm back! I've returned."

"You’re safe."

"No wonder, they couldn't lay a single finger on me!" Daroach looked at the books spread out over Meta Knight’s desk. "What? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Deciphering ancient characters," Meta Knight answered without looking up from the book. "The photo in the safe has ancient characters on it. They probably have to do with the machine."

Daroach picked up the photo and blinked. "I've never seen characters like these before. You can read something like this?"

"Of course I can't read them. However, I have a research book on ancient characters. I’m looking for clues."

"Really ... " Daroach stared at the detailed symbols written in the book. His expression soured. "I can't. My head hurts."

"You should rest, already."

"Fine, I’ll leave you to that." He laid down on the couch as he said that.

"If you want to sleep, you can use the guest room."

"Goodness, here? I can’t settle down on a bed so gorgeous. Besides, I don’t want to get caught by your butler." He fell asleep quickly.

" ... A good man gets his rest," Meta Knight murmured. He began the process of deciphering the ancient characters. There was a long night to come.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Daroach was dreaming of delicious sweets when he was roughly awakened.

"Get up! Get up, Daroach!"

"Ah ... huh ... " He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Hm? Where ...? Oh yeah, I fell asleep in your mansion. Good morning, Meta Knight ... "

"Listen to me! I understand what the ancient characters mean!" Daroach, at last, remembered what happened before he fell asleep.

"You, did you not sleep last night? You've been working hard ... "

"It doesn’t matter, get up!" Meta Knight grabbed Daroach's hand and dragged him to the desk. "It was difficult, but I managed to decipher it. It’s a grave warning an ancient sage left to those of the future."

"Warning ...? " Daroach was still half asleep. Meta Knight pulled his arm sharply. "Please explain."

"I will. There are some parts I couldn't decipher, so I will read only the parts I understand. ‘This machine ... turns stone into priceless material ... makes a lot of money ... instead ... misery ... ‘"

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"There is a continuation. ‘The aristocrats ... profited ... In the town ... stink ... suffering ............ Three gears ... sealed ... Stop the machine ... When this machine starts again, this town ... ruins ... ‘"

"What ...!? " Daroach’s face was drawn. "It says if the machine moves again the town will fall to ruin!?"

"That would be the case. The ancient machine can be used to turn stone into treasure and money, however, doing so will harm the inhabitants of the town and enrich only the aristocrats. It's a nightmare machine."

"Fugo ... Does he know this!?"

"Probably. Even I was able to decipher it, and he likely had an expert on his side."

"What a mess ... it wasn't an evil wizard who sealed the gears of the machine ... No, it wasn’t like that at all. The truth was Fugo was willing to destroy the Town of Wind for profit!"

"We can't let this happen. We have to stop the plan." At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Butler Vul’s voice was heard from the other side.

"Good morning, sir. That medicine peddler named Magolor has come again."

"Magolor?"

"Yes, it’s rather annoying this early in the morning. Should I turn him away?"

"No, it doesn’t matter. Let me through."

" ... Understood." Then— "Wah! Ma- Magolor!?" Butler Vul’s loud voice echoed. "I told you to wait at the front door! You’re just not going to listen and do whatever you want!?" The door opened and Magolor appeared.

"Good morning, Lord Meta Knight!"

"A good morning, it is not! Rude ...! " Butler Vul was on his way to throw out Magolor when he noticed Daroach. "Daroach!? You bastard, again, you’ve snuck in under my gaze! You’ve ignored me over and over ...! "

"I don't mind," Meta Knight soothed the furious butler swaying with anger. "You’re dismissed. Don't come unless I call you."

"But my Lord! I have a responsibility as a butler! Nevertheless! Nevertheless, when these guys—!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I apologize on their behalf. Get out." Meta Knight pushed Vul out of the room and closed the door, then turned to Magolor.

"You came back, Magolor," he said. Magolor looked curiously at Daroach.

"Eh ... who is this person ...? "

"A friend of mine, Daroach. He’s collaborating with me to help search for the gears."

"Wow! Nice to meet you, Mr. Daroach. I’m Magolor ... "

"Oh, I’ve heard about you, but nevermind that. There are more important matters at hand."

"Did you find the gear?"

"Well, we found out the unexpected truth. We’ll walk you through it, so sit down." Daroach picked up the stolen picture and gave it to Magolor. Magolor shook his head exaggeratedly.

"There’s something like characters written on it ... What is this?"

"It tells the purpose of the ancient machine found in the diamond mine."

"What’s it say? I can't read a single word of it!"

"It’s difficult to decipher ancient characters, but I understand the general meaning," Meta Knight said. He read aloud the parts he could understand.

"In other words," Daroach said, "when the ancient machine works, it turns stone into expensive treasure and makes the aristocrats a lot of money, but in exchange, it stinks up and destroys the town."

"Ehhhhh!? Whaaaa!?" Magolor covered his face and shook. "I didn’t realize the ancient machine was so scary! I didn’t know, not at all, not at all! What!?" Meta Knight turned his sharp gaze toward Magolor.

"Did you really not know? You're very familiar with the gears."

"Of course, but I just wanted to collect them! There’s no reason to think that way!"

"Why did you know where the gears were in the first place?" Meta Knight’s voice became harsher and harsher.

"U-uh ... "

"I doubt a mere medicine peddler could know such valuable information. Are you related to Fugo in any way?"

"Ehhhhh!? N-no wayyyyy!" Magolor waved his hands back and forth in a panic. "I used the Star Compass! That’s why I knew where the gears were!"

"The Star Compass? What is that?"

"It’s a tool used to find magical objects. My friend, Kirby, has it."

"Kirby? Airplane pilot Kirby?" Daroach asked.

"Do you know who that is?" Meta Knight turned to him.

"Mhm. He’s a celebrity in the Town of Wind. An interesting, gluttonous kid who likes to take naps." Daroach turned to Magolor. "This means Kirby also knows where the gears are?"

"Uh-huh ... Not only Kirby, but President Dedede, too ... "

"Let’s hurry to those two, then. We need to stop them before they turn over the gears to Fugo." Meta Knight picked up the gear and the stolen material, and, after a moment, the book on ancient characters as well.

"You want to bring that heavy book with you? For what?" Daroach asked.

"I may be able to decipher more of the ancient text if I have it on me. I want as much information as possible."

"You're right, let's go." The three left the room. They were led by Butler Vul, who muttered under his breath as he took them to the garage behind the mansion. There sat Meta Knight’s seven steam cars.

"Woah, sick!" Magolor squealed. "I’ve never ridden in anything like these!"

"I hope you've got guts, Meta Knight’s driving is something else."

"Wow, sounds exciting!"

Meta Knight opened the door of a bright red sports car. "This car is the fastest. Get in."

He sat in the driver's seat, while Daroach took the passenger side, and Magolor sat in the back. Meta Knight stepped on the pedals suddenly, and the car spewed out smoke and accelerated rapidly. It had ferocious speed. The wind blew in their faces with such force it was difficult to keep their eyes open.

"Waahhhhhhh!" Magolor screamed.

Daroach squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold on tight, Magolor!" he shouted. "If you don’t, you'll be blown out of the car!"

"Waaghhhhhhh! Scaryyyyy! Help, Lord Meta Knight ...! "

"Give up! Meta Knight’s personality changes when he drives!"

The car reached its maximum speed in the blink of an eye. They flew through the wide roads and sped off into the Town of Wind.

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#kirby #meta knight #daroach #magolor #millionaire fugo #captain vul #Kirby: Search for the Dreamy Gears!#kirby light novel #translations #fun fact: this is the longest chapter in the novel!#even a little longer than chapter one :0

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mego42 · 3 years

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ahem more dirty talk a la now use both hands, maybe in a car hmmmm

well, it’s not in a car but it is in front of a mirror. please enjoy this context-free drabble thing I wrote instead of working on song edits OOPS

send me a fic you’d wish i’d write and maybe (though probs not, this was a one off and I didn’t even follow directions) i’ll write you a snippet

“Nuh uh, you gotta keep watching, ma.”

Beth blinks her eyes open, slow and sticky, rolling her head from where it’s dropped back against his shoulder so she can see them, unobstructed in the full-length mirror in front of her.

Her skin’s flushed all over her body, a whole spectrum ranging from the dainty pink in her flushed cheeks to a darker blush of her pebbled nipples to the furious red where the delicate skin of her inner thighs has been scraped nearly raw by his beard. She can see her trembling muscles in her wide-spread legs, can feel the sweet, aching burn in them as she bites her lip and keeps up the smooth, rolling rhythm, her eyes fixed once more on the way the deep rose of her cunt swallows his cock.

“You see that,” Rio says, and Beth sees the shiver that races through her body at the deep rumble of his voice right in her ear. “You see how good you take my cock.”

He has his chin hooked over her shoulder, watching the show, his own eyes dark and hooded, intent on the sight of the two of them moving together. They’re perched on the end of Beth’s bed, facing the mirror she’d bought when she’d finished filling out her house. He’s got his hands hooked under her thighs, his long, elegant fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her legs wide and also helping her move, lifting her up and letting her down when it’s too much for her, and she falls back against him.

He won’t let her close her eyes, though.

“Look at your pretty pink cunt, split open around me.” He pushes her up, higher until only the tip’s inside her, and she clenches, aching at the lack of him.

Beth makes a wordless, gasping, and guttural sound in the back of her throat, and she sees his teeth gleam as he grins wide.

“Patience, mami,” Rio croons, pressing his face against hers, stubble scratching lightly against her jaw. “It’s better if you wait for it.”

He holds her there, balanced on her tip-toes, her hands fluttering from her knees to her hips, to tangle in the sheets bunched up around them, and she tugs, trying to pull herself down, but his grip’s unyielding, the force of him unmovable.

“You want it?”

The noise Beth makes is more of a sob than anything else. She figures it gets the sentiment across, but Rio tsks, shaking his head, his smile going sly.

“Need to hear you say it.”

It’s habit that has her setting her jaw and biting her tongue, and there are his teeth again, flashing in response.

He bucks his hips a little, enough that she feels him slide deeper, and then he’s gone, only just barely inside her at all this time.

“Say you want my cock, Elizabeth,” he says, burying his face in her neck, his breath warm on her collarbone.

He peeks out from under her hair, and they both watch as he shifts his grip, running a finger along the lips of her cunt and they can both see the wetness gathered on the tip of it when he pulls it away.

“We both know you do.”

Beth rolls her hips, taking advantage of the change in his hold to push herself back down on him. He laughs, biting lightly on her shoulder, then lifts her legs further up, draping them over his so his knees hold her open, angling his own hips, so he slides nearly all the way out again.

Beth’s breath hisses out between her teeth, so sharp it’s almost a whine at the new position. Her feet are off the ground, and all she can do is rock back and forth, and she does, close to weeping at the not enough friction of the movement.

“All you gotta do is say it, Elizabeth, and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk right for the rest of the weekend.”

That pleased, sly smile is back as he takes advantage of not having to hold her up with his hands anymore. One comes up, cupping her breast, and she gasps at the sight and sensation of his fingers pinching her nipple. The other runs down over her thigh, resting heavily just over her cunt, holding her to him. He spreads his fingers and his pinky brushes over her clit, and she jerks and dances as electric sparks race up her spine.

“Please.”

It comes out so raw and torn; Beth doesn’t even recognize her voice at first.

“Please what?” He draws a circle around her clit, scraping his fingernail ever so lightly along the side of it, and for a second, Beth’s vision goes white.

“Please fuck me,” she whispers.

He grins, bright and victorious, shifting his hold, so he has her by the waist.

“Okay.”

#fic wishlist meme #i woke up and said i'm feeling smutty i guess #i'm gonna go drink some coffee now and turn my brain on so i can actually do edits #listen the likelihood of dirty talk featuring in my brio fic is fairly high #it just fits them idk #my fic #shut up meg

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iawv · 3 years

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She Called Him Fen’Harel - Chapter 12 "Reunited“

"She Called Him Fen'Harel" on AO3 "Fear isn't so difficult to understand. After all, weren't we all frightened as children? Nothing has changed since Little Red Riding Hood faced the big bad wolf. What frightens us today is the same sort of thing that frightened us yesterday. It's just a different wolf. This fright complex is rooted in every individual." – Alfred Hitchcock

Drawing of Fal & Fen by Ithelana_Lavellan

She was at Fen's side in an instant.

"Falon, you found me," Falherna murmured, approaching the wolf. The animal lowered his head and whimpered.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

No, no.

She knelt beside him. "What happened, Fen?" she whispered, knowing he would not answer. His fur was covered in blood.

She was holding her breath; her heart was pounding in her chest. A lump in her throat was impossible to swallow.

Breathe, she reminded herself. You can help him.

"No, please, no." Fal pleaded, eyes glued to the wolf. She whispered prayers to a god that never answered, to a creature who possibly did not care. How could she believe he is listening?

"Mana, Fen." She took a long breath as her hands investigated Fen. She checked his head, neck with trembling fingers. As she touched his leg, the wolf whimpered in pain. She took a closer look at it and found a cut, some dried blood. Shemlens' arrows caused this. She wanted to roar, claw, and sink her teeth into the flesh of those who did this.

She concentrated on breathing, on what was important.

She returned to examination, checking for other wounds. There were none. A relief washed her over; she let out a huge breath. Her body slumped, lost its stiff posture, and she sat on the ground next to Fen.

She bowed her head, perhaps Fen'Harel was listening after all.

She let out a sigh of relief, stroking his fur, calming him, calming herself.

"Solas," she whispered. Suddenly he was at her side as if he was waiting near to be called.

"I am here," she could hear the concern in his voice.

"Leg wound," she said quietly. Solas dropped to his knees by her side, ready to heal the wound, but she grabbed his arm.

"Slowly. He usually doesn't like strangers." Solas nodded, focusing on the animal.

Breath in, she heard her father's voice again. Breath out, Celia. Focus on helping him.

Focus. The keyword. The crucial lesson of her life.

Still, there was this nagging feeling of fear at the back of her mind. Fear of seeing Fen in pain, seeing him dead.

"I will hold him down so you can heal him, Solas."

The wolf put his head on her lap, allowing her to stroke his fur. She scratched him delicately, knowing how he liked it. She leaned in and whispered into the animal's ear, "This is Solas, ma falon. He will help you."

No dying. Not today.

Solas placed his hands on Fen's leg.

"Mana, falon," she whispered, stroking his fur in a slow, calming manner with her shaking fingers. She could hear her heart, the sound of flowing blood in her ears, her own hitched breath.

Breathe, she reminded herself again and again, in and out.

To find a distraction, she started to study Fen - his eyes, thick fur, teeth, ears. She loved him. He was wild, free, owned by no one, like her.

He was a companion, a partner, a friend, her only connection to reality. Her anchor. He was one of the reasons she was living.

Fal startled at the first tingling warmth of Solas' magic. She could feel it on her skin, his aura reaching her own. The mark on her palm brightened a little, just for a second.

Solas’ hands stopped glowing. "He will be fine, and I stopped the bleeding. Still, I need to immobilize his leg," he stated, reaching for his backpack.

"He is not afraid of you." The statement escaped her lips, and she couldn't hide her surprise. She looked at the elf in the darkness.

He stared at the wolf. "He is not."

She patted Fen's head, staring into his eyes. The wolf poked her with his nose and licked her hand. Falherna laughed softly.

"He loves you," Solas said.

"Obviously," she chuckled, her fingers stroking the soft fur.

She watched Solas as he lowered his gaze, his face drawn tight with concern.

"I love him too," she whispered, more to herself than to him. Solas paused, his eyes meeting hers for the briefest of moments before quickly returning to his task.

"Done," he said after a while, bandaging Fen's paw.

"Ma serannas," Falherna thanked him.

He smiled tightly, but when he met her gaze, something in his eyes softened. "It is no trouble."

Falherna helped Fen stand up. The animal tested his leg, sniffing it, raising and lowering it. He made a few steps towards Fal, who laughed again and patted his head. "You'll be fine."

Solas moved back to the distance.

***

The feeling of Fen’s head and nose beside her cheek was a warm, calm sensation she missed. She looked at the fire, her fingers tucked deeply in his fur, sliding slowly along his jaw and ear. It was comforting to feel his muscles again, his strength, the certainty she is no longer alone.

She hugged him and whispered to his ear, "Soon it will be over. We are getting out of here, ma Fen."

She sighed and laid down on her bedroll. For the first time since the hole in the sky opened, it took her only a brief moment to fall asleep.

***

Solas sat quietly. The fire almost died out; he sent a small fireball at it.

Rubbing the base of his palm against his eyes, he tried to gather his thoughts. He would rest as best he could, but he suspected that his dreams would offer no release.

It happened again; the mark gave him access to Herald's state of mind. The world went blank as his fingers made contact with hers. This time he could see things, but all were fragmented. Images. Emotions. Sensations.

His eyes settled on Herald for a moment, observing her marked hand.

The anchor shouldn't cause this - the strange connection between the barer's mind and him. He never experienced anything like this before.

It was no mind-reading, no telepathy, nothing similar to it.

He sighed; there was no way to test it without engaging Herald in it, and the thought was both exciting and disturbing.

Whatever this incredible power was, Herald did not know about it and consequently did not have any control over it.

He looked away from Herald with a sense of relief. He didn't want to fail at his assumptions - it irritated him. And he didn't want to develop an interest in her hidden thoughts or feelings.

Not worth the effort to uncover them.

***

The sky was beginning to blush into the evening, turning violet and gold.

Falherna followed the winding road, refreshed by the cold air whipping across her face, raising gooseflesh along her arms. The closer they got to Haven, the calmer she was. There was no way this could work, but she had prepared an alternative solution.

She tucked her hair into a ponytail and scratched Fen behind his ear. He strolled by her side, looking at her from time to time.

Solas and Varric stayed a few steps behind, their attempts at interacting with her unsuccessful.

The conversation with anyone did not interest her at the moment.

She had things to consider to make it work. She was not going to separate herself from Fen.

The world already took her freedom, locking her in one place with unwanted magic in her palm.

She pinched the bridge of her nose as her head started to pound. She was tired, so were Solas and Varric, probably. They found a small clearing less than halfway back to Haven.

"We can camp here," she suggested slowing her steps.

"Good idea, Brighteyes, also I need to talk to you," she was expecting it. Varric would not let this go. She just nodded.

While Varric and Solas lighted the fire and prepared their bedrolls, she placed both hands on either side of the Fen's head and lifted it to look into his eyes. He met her gaze solemnly and let out a soft whine.

“We're going to figure this out. Ara dir'vhen'an,” she said with a reassuring smile, pressing a kiss to his nose's bridge.

The wolf buried its head in her chest. She smiled, closing her eyes and absorbing the noises of the approaching night.

Her neck began to stiffen and tense, a tingling sensation spread on her skin, a feeling of someone else’s gaze. She didn't know how, but she was sure it was Solas, observing her.

The rising sun had burned most of the mist away. The wind whispered across the long grass and rustled the leaves of the trees lining the dirt road, the gentle sounds of the countryside drowning out the noise of the bustling village. She studied the wildflowers and rocks as they continued climbing up the bridge.

"You know they won't let Fen cross gates of Haven," he heard Varric's words as he got back from relieving himself.

The Herald was humming thoughtfully, her hand never leaving Fen's head. She turned her head to meet his eyes. For an instant, Solas felt caught. Underprepared.

"Not immediately," she muttered, taking a sip of water; a single line appeared between her eyebrows for a second, then her features smoothed out, and emotion fled her gaze.

Solas laid on the bedroll behind the Herald's back and listened to the exchanged. Varric was not wrong humans would not let the woman - even Herald of Andraste - walk among them with the wolf at her side.

"So, you've got a plan, Fal?" Varric leaned in, grinning conspiratorially.

"Always," her answer simple as usual. She quickly changed the subject, talking about someone who they both knew.

Through half-closed eyelids, Solas observed the jewelry in her hair. There were still those odd metallic beads braided in, a claw at the end of one.

She moved her head, and he frowned. Was that a wolf head on one of her braids?

It matters not, if that's a wolf head or something else, he thought.

He closed his eyes, steading his breath. The Herald laughed, and his eyes opened.

Fen turned his head, meeting Solas' gaze.

The wolf watched him as close as Solas, himself, was watching the Herald.

***

Cassandra stood with her arms crossed staring at Fen, face tense, unease in her eyes.

Falherna clasped her hands behind her back, waiting patiently. At the corner of her eye, she could see gawkers - some curious, some visibly scared of the wolf by her side.

"What's the meaning of this?" snapped Cassandra.

"Seeker...," Varric murmured.

"Let's wait for advisors," Falherna cut in, "I saw you sent for them."

The Seeker looked at her surprised before she shook her head.

"Fine."

Tension settled over them as they waited. Falherna could sense Seeker's anger seething just below the surface.

"What in the Maker's name happened?" they heard Cullen's voice shortly before joining them. Behind him walked Leliana with Josephine, who trying to keep up while pulling her second hand into a coat sleeve.

"Herald?" Cullen's eyes widened when his gaze rested on the wolf. He looked at Falherna, waiting for the explanation.

She did not plan to answer yet. She preferred to remain silent until everyone saw the situation they were in.

Solas stepped closer and now stood beside Fen.

"Oh my!" Josephine covered her mouth, eyeing the wolf.

Leliana kept herself quiet; however, she couldn't hide the smirk on her face.

Cassandra sent Falherna a frustrated glance.

"I will ask again - what's the meaning of this?" her tone icy.

"This is Fen, the wolf I told you about," she explained and held her silence for a beat. "Before you start accusing me of dragging here a dangerous beast, I would like to propose a compromise."

Falherna sighted discreetly, waiting for the flow of words to end.

Humans. They would never disappoint. Were their mind so broken they couldn't recognize what compromise meant?

Her hand automatically found Fen's head, while her fingers stroke the fur.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see how Solas' gaze kept darting over to her face.

"Herald, I've heard something about a compromise?" the corner of her mouth twitched at Leliana's voice.

She looked at Cullen, Cassandra, and Josephine, who stood in front of her with their confused expressions, and she felt so tired. Tired of the words she did not say yet, of the fights she did not experience yet, of explanations they did not ask of her yet, of the role she did not want, of the fate waiting for her.

"Yes. For the sake of everyone, Fen and I will stay in the Taigen's shack north of Haven," she paused, her blue eyes suddenly sharp, "If you want me to stay, of course."

Her face was so set as to be carved from stone. They regarded each other, both her and Seeker, motionless.

Cullen was the first to interrupt the silence. He took a step towards Fal, and Fen did the same, snarling quietly.

"He doesn't seem to like you, Curly," Varric laughed.

Commander Cullen sent him a brief look, focusing on the Herald.

"We want you to stay, Herald. Without you, we are doomed," he assured her.

Falherna dug her hand into Fen's fur, calming the animal.

"Thank you," she answered, merely looking at the Commander.

"Herald, forgive me for asking but do you ever lose control?" he asked, and immediately his hand gripped the back of his neck.

"In certain specific situations, yes," her tone reserved, eyes studying his body language. He seemed embarrassed. He regretted opening his mouth, obviously.

Luckily Leliana decided to intervene once again.

"If we are done here, I would like to talk to you, Herald. There is a message delivered today," she quickly got straight to the point, bowing her head slightly as if she was trying to hide a little smirk on her face.

"I will gladly talk to you, but I would like to clean up first if you allow."

"You are the Herald, my Lady," her arms tensed when she heard Cullen.

"I am no one's Lady, Commander," she answered with weariness. She was exhausted; her mind and body screamed for rest.

"I will meet you in the war room in an hour." Leliana smiled at her, and the four of them left towards the gate.

She stood there with her hand on Fen's head, feeling eyes on her. Too many eyes - of soldiers, people of Haven, kids, her companions.

"Do you have murderous thoughts, Brighteyes?" Varric joined her.

She said nothing.

With a corner of her eye, she saw Varric's gaze. He was worried about her.

"Do not trouble yourself, Storyteller. Go and rest." she sent him a faint smile, "I will see you later.".

She had never felt so alone as she did standing in the midst of this small village. There was no one to talk to. No one who could understand, comfort her.

She heard the sound of voices and turned to look behind her. The gawkers were slowly scattering. Some were still there, pointing at Fen and whispering to each other.

She moved towards the shack with Fen by her side.

***

Varric sighed loudly, "Fuck."

Solas looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and the dwarf shook his head as if he wanted to get rid of some persistent thought.

"Fate is a weird thing, Chuckles," he murmured.

"Is it?"

"She is forced to stay amongst humans which she disklike, to put it mildly. She is trapped here. I worry," dwarf seemed to be speaking to himself, but Solas listened carefully.

"You worry because you think the Herald does not have enough strength to endure?" he asked not only out of curiosity. The fact was he wanted to know if she was a flight risk.

Varric snorted "Nah, Chuckles, I do not worry about lack of strength. She has it more than enough.".

Solas frowned trying to make some sense of it while Varric continued. He caught a glimpse of red hair before Herald and her wolf disappeared behind the trees. He wondered how long humans will allow her to stay outside of Haven.

"You know what a cage can do to free man? Imagine having no space to call your own, no choice over who to be with, what to eat, or where to go. Day after day threat and suspicion everywhere," Varric sighed while they passed the main gate.

"I can imagine, Master Thetras," Solas murmured, "I would assume Herald can adapt."

"She is confined to this kind of environment so has no option but to change and adapt," the dwarf face took a grim expression.

"What worries you then?"

"The change. The chronic loss of free choice, lack of privacy, daily stigma. To be honest this constant mask of invulnerability and emotional flatness is the most disturbing factor. I struggle with it since I know her," a small laugh escaped his mouth, "Asked her about it many times but she always dismissed me with silence or stoicism bullshit theory."

They stopped by the fire to warm their fingers. Varric invited him to sit as he handed him a bowl of water. Solas considered it for a moment but refused, waiting impatiently to get back to his cottage. The conversion, while very interesting, took too long already.

"She is not alone. We are all here to support her." he declared however without conviction.

Varric sat silently for a while and Solas was ready to leave when the dwarf looked at him and smiled.

"Yeah, maybe. Maybe the presence of Fen will help or perhaps Faron would be a better solution for her troubles." the dwarf scratched his chin.

Don't ask. It is none of your business.

The question burnt in his mind but eventually never left his mouth. He bowed lightly leaving Varric alone.

#DAI ff #DAI fanfic #iawv's writes #Dragon Age Inquisition fanfic #ff #fanfic #solavellan fic #solavellan #Solas #dai #She called him fen'harel

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curiousscientistkae · 3 years

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oh yeah since I have new peeps here is a rundown of myshe ra kiddos +finally adding some i never talked about. Ages are just to show gaps between kids, they are not "canon". Under the cut stuff. I uh....ramble

Glimmadora:

Harper-20, eldest daughter/child. Born Feb 1st. She/Her, Demi-Bi. Heir to Brightmoon, gets called 'AJ' (Adora Jr) a lot by Glimmer since she looks and acts a lot like Adora. Has shoulder length two toned blonde hair (top half light like She-ra, bottom darker like Adora) with sparkles at the edns, sparkling purple eyes shaped like Adora's, tan skin like Glimmer, glasses, sometimes wears a hearing aid in her right ear. Has cream/purple wing markings on her back that later will turn into feathery cream wings with purple tips.

Sound based powers (cause my brain was like light and sound) but still can create light stuff they just make sounds also. Also can turn invisible. Being unable to control the powers as a toddler, she lost her hearing in her right ear. Everyone in the family knows sign language.

Smart af, witty, as the eldest of all the kids can be protective to a fault, anxious, wants to not fuck up and be a great queen. Will overwork herself and is a perfectionist, though can be forgetful. Is a great shoulder to lean on/be listened to.

Grows to 6' (she got them angella genes (who is alive in this au, not micah) and athletic build like Adora. Named to match the 'er' at Glimmer's name, her sound powers, and the Lyra constellation. Glimmer was the one to have her.

Mira-13, youngest daughter eldest twin. Born July 9th. She/Her, Lesbian, about 5 mins older than Micah. Powerless Princess. Got her great aunt and grandpa's hair color, pale skin (same as Adora), ice blue eyes shaped like Adora's, freckles on face. Usually has hair in ponytail held up by that butterfly pin from princess prom. Also almost always has a red cloak around her. Called 'Mimi'

Born with no magic and not connected to the moonstone (long story short in my au, First Ones cannot use magic without help or it will kill them. Mira got the most FO genes thus she cannot use magic. Whole ass idea i need to explore). Tries to make up for it with fighting skills. While she doesn't show it a lot, she hates the fact she is powerless and will not grow wings either.

Clever, rebellious, loves to explore. Can have a temper to her, wears her heart on her sleeve. Natural born leader. Butts heads with her mothers the most and has run away a few times (once for a very very long time heh). At the end of the day, she doesn't want to be in the shadow of anyone/wants to make her own mark.

Grows to 5'6", chubby build like Glimmer. Named to match the 'ra' in Adora's name and the 'Mi' in Micah's name. OG she was going to have healing powers before I got rid of that so it was also sort for Miracles. 'Mira' is a star, one that is an actual shooting star. Adora was the one to have her

Micah-13, youngest child only son. Born July 9th. He/Him and They/Them. Demi-Boy. Bi, about 5 mins younger than Mira. Has spell powers. Messy, chin length dark purple hair (the same shade as the bottom half of Glimmer's hair), sky blue eyes with sparkles and shaped like Glimmer's, freckles on face. Light tan skin (between his sisters). Has purple wing markings on back and later will get purple feathered wings. Called MJ (Micah Jr) or Mickey

Like his grandfather, great aunt, and Ma before him, he can use spells. Struggles with it but eventually learns he is best at defensive ones. They look up to many of the guards in the castle and wants to be one when he grows up.

Quiet, soft spoken, nervous boy. Def keeps his twin sister from doing something totally stupid. Trusting, sometimes too much, can hold grudges if wronged badly. Tries to see the best in others. Named to honor his grandfather, they want to live up to them and be a great sorcerer

Grows to 5'11, more avg/a bit stocky build. Named to match the 'Mi' with Mira and as Micah is dead in this still (i made them a long time ago) after him. Adora was the one to have them.

Scorpia's Kid

Onca-13, only child of Scorpia. Born May 4th. They/Them. Non-binary Pan. Magicat/Scorpion. OG a scorptra kid but Catra no longer with Scorpia. Has medium length snow white hair, usually in a small pony tail, light brown skin, amber eyes (only iris has the color not the whole eye). Cat fangs and white cat tail. Has those scorpion shouler pads and venom their fangs (not as strong as their mother's) and blue blood. No fur. Called 'Onc' or by Scorpia her 'Lil' Kitling'

Has electrical powers like Scorpia. Venom will only make the part they bite numb, does not fully knock anyone out. Is quick on their feet.

Laid back, quick to adapt, resting bitch face, can be a little lazy, sometimes acts without thinking, and easily distracted. Before growth spurt, they were small and grew a hatred of being seen as always needing help. Just a gentle giant really.

Grows to 6'3, strong build like Scorpia. Named after the latin species name of the Jaguar.

(i so need to work and the following kids more rip)

Bowfuma

Robin-18, eldest son/child of Bow and Perfuma. Born March 20th, He/Him. Gay. Dark brown skin, dark brown, short hair, dark brown eyes. Wears glasses. Has plant powers. Called Robby. Heir to Plumeria.

Plant powers are a WIP kind of, might be like Perfuma or a little dif but is connected to the Runestone. Knows some archery but prefers a crossbow.

Self assured, he knows who he is and what he wants to do, fair-takes both sides of an argument into account. Is the least likely to cause shit. Can be messy and hates when his things are moved. Procrastinator.

Grows to 6', lean build. Named after both Robin Hood, the archer, and the bird

Eliza-16, only daughter. Born Sept 15th, She/Her, Aro/Ace. Dark brown skin, dark brown hair in two braids, dark brown eyes, freckles. Needs glasses but wears contacts. Powers allows her to talk to animals. Called 'Liza'.

Also connected to the runestone, Eliza and talk to animals. She actually started to talk to them before speaking to her parents. When she talks to them, to others it sounds like she is making the animal sounds.

Passionate and loves animals. While her cousin Mira puts her energy into trouble, she puts it into being outside and building things or helping her mom and dad. Hates being stuck inside. Can be whimsical. Loves to be challenged and doesn't back down from stuff, even when maybe she should. Can be a bit dense.

Grows to 5'8", lean build. Named after Eliza Thornberry.

Ash-15, youngest of their siblings. Born Nov 23rd. He/She/They genderfluid. No real label-uses queer. Medium brown skin, medium length, wavy blonde hair, dark brown eyes. Freckles. Has no powers but does not mind it at all.

Unlike his younger cousin, Mira, Ash does not care they do not have powers or are not next in line for the thorn. They are happy to just learn from their father or others. Kind of a jack of all trades.

Has a big heart and a love for all life. Once she is set on something, she sees it through to the end. Very observant of the world and what goes on in it. Can be impatient and doesn’t always take things seriously. Jokes way to often. Free-spirit

Grows to 5'10", thin build like his mom. Named after the type of tree which you could use to make a bow.

Seamista

Newt-18, oldest and only son of Sea Hawk and Mermista. Born Dec 11th, Trans Man He/Him, Pan ace. Dark brown skin, dark brown eyes, short blue hair. Has no runestone powers but can still turn into a merman when in the water.

Newt was next in line for the throne but stepped down, not liking the idea of being a king. He likes to spend time at the beach, swimming, and enjoying being in the sun. Usually keeps his sisters from killing each other.

Hard worker, does not usually slack off, does hate being in the spotlight. Humble. Good at reading emotions. Can lose track of time easily. Has his mother's dry sense of humor. Will faint at the sight of blood

Grows to 5'7", build like Sea Hawk. Named for the salamander that is associate with fire. And with it being an amphibian and transitioning from one stage to another, kind of works there also.

Sandra-15, oldest daughter. Born Mar 7th, She/Her, Pan. Medium brown skin, brown eyes, dark long brown curly hair. Has water based powers (still a WIP whoops). Can turn into a mermaid when in the water.

After her brother stepped down, she is now the heir to her kingdom. Still working a bit on her powers but is connected to the runestone. FIGHTS with her sister all the time.

Very much a girly girl, loves pink, skirts, sparkles, all that jazz. Takes her role as princess seriously. Dutiful and punctual. Hates messes, likes things to be neat. Does not like things randomly being dropped on her.

Grows to 5'8", Mermista's body build. Nickname is Sandy and is called that the most. Named cause yeah....sandy.

Yamuna-12, youngest child/daughter. Born Apr 13th, She/Her, Greyromo/sexual Lesbian. Long blue hair though will dye it many colors, usually orange, light brown skin, brown eyes. Water powers. Cannot fully turn into a mermaid when in the water, just gets webbing and gills.

She can control the temperature of the water around her, freezing it or boiling it at will. Is a great sailor

Pure Sea Hawk child, pretty much his clone. Wild, hyper, will set shit on fire. Takes pride in everything she does. Will blurt out things without thinking and can be pushy. Doesn't like to be told to do things. Zero filter.

Grows to 5'2", small body build. Named after one of the largest rivers in India.

(these guys are VERY WIP so not much to them)

Ada-Entrapta child, on the younger end. Adopted, trans woman, het. Does love robots and what not, helps their mom out a lot. Probably can run on little sleep and still be fine. Name was given to me by my good friend Dorku named after Ada Lovelace, a mathematician and first computer programmer. Very close with Onca

Luka and Felix-Catra's sons, adopted. Both magicats. Catra moves away from everyone and wouldnt really come into focus until much much later when Mira runs off. Luka and Felix idk ages yet but are only a year apart in age. Luka means light (he is one of Catra's lights now) and Felix is a cartoon cat. Would become close friends with Mira later on

(im too lazy to proof lmao and free to ask questions or change stuff up lmao god)

#she ra #spop #spop fankids #she ra fankids #glimmadora #bowfuma #seamista #future of etheria #harper #mira #micah #onca #robin #eliza #ash #newt #sandra #yamuna #ada #luka #felix #she ra ocs #spop ocs

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levis-little-nuggie · 4 years

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pspspps hey babes!!! i promise i'm working on your request byt i write slow sjdkfhksajhdf, but lemme send you a request in exchange!! “You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.” with either Satan or Mammon, NSFW 👀, and pronouns are they/them :))) thank you love you bby

@gatchagay MAARRRSSSS 💜💜💜💜 I had so much fun writing this!! So initially this was going to bed angsty and then fluffy but then I saw the NSFW and had to scrap that idea bc then it'd be SUPER LONG but I'm really happy with how this turned out and I hope you do too!!

Without further ado, here's prompt 72 (that rhymes 😂) oh! And the prompt list can be found here

Warnings: smut! 2nd person Reader POV, Mammon dirty talking, slight choking, skin biting but no mentions of blood 💜💜

72. "You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight" NSFW with Mammon

"Oh man did ya see the way my smile shines on the RAD newsletter cover?" Mammon's ego had been particularly stroked today since the aforementioned newsletter hit the stands at RAD. His face seemed to follow you everywhere and he was adamant at making sure you knew.

"Careful there tiger, you're starting to sound like Asmo." You teased and flipped the page to read the next article. The both of you were lounging around in one of the student study rooms that were littered around the campus waiting for your next class to start.

"I'm serious Y/N! The pictures from that shoot are some of my best yet!" Your eye twitched in irritation. He'd been droning on like this for hours and was currently plucking away at your last strands of patience.

"Mammon," you closed the magazine and placed it down on the table, turning in your seat to face him. "Yes, the pictures turned out excellent but do you think maybe they used a form of editing software to touch up the shots? Like editing the lighting and smoothing out the colors?" He frowned and you felt your heart twinge a bit from the blunt question. And then he pouted and you held back a snort.

"Oi you're just jealous you don't get paid to have your pictures taken. Modeling, it's a tough job! Ya gotta know how to pose for the camera." You resisted the temptation to roll your eyes. Picking the magazine back up, you resumed your reclined position by kicking your legs back up to rest on the chair next to you.

"I bet it's not even that hard," you started, "why, I bet that anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you." The words rolled off your tongue but more as a playful tease, lyrics from a song you'd heard awhile ago, words not to be taken seriously. But the mood in the room shifted, your mouth suddenly felt dry. You heard him shift in his seat, the soft clatter as he placed his sunglasses on the table seemed to echo.

"No you can't," he responded in a somewhat menacing retort but,

"Yes I can," you couldn't help but answer back like you'd heard in the song.

"No you can't," his voice was getting louder but not because he was raising his voice, no, he was leaning over the table trying to catch your attention.

"Yes I can," but your eyes were wide, glued to the page in front of you. The newsletter was getting stuck to your warmed palms and you licked your lips.

"No you can't," if you'd looked, you would have seen his lips curl in a snarl. How dare you, a human, think themselves better than The Great Mammon. He already had to deal with his brothers thinking they were better than him, there was no way he'd let a human think so too.

"Yes I can, yes I can." The last part of your response came out barely louder than a whisper as a shadow crossed over your magazine. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you lifted your head, craning your neck back to see Mammon's face looming over yours. You shrunk down in your seat and laughed nervously, sending him a sheepish smile.

In an instant, Mammon was holding you up against a wall, his hand around your throat and knee pressed in between your legs helping to hold you up. He laughed as your nails dug into his hand but he pulled back slightly and your lungs filled back up with air. The pupils of his eyes were narrowing, his fangs elongating, the smile on his lips anything but innocent.

"Anything you can be, I'm already greater. Try as you might, I'm greater than you." His chest rumbled as a growl interlaced with his words. You wanted to laugh at the irony that his words matched the song lyrics but the claws around your neck and the pupils staring into your soul quelled the amusement you'd found in this situation.

He hummed in thought as his face inched closer to yours, his eyes looking down at you with his height advantage and pressed his leg harder against your groin. Your eyes fluttered closed as he lowered his face to press his nose against the skin under your ear, listening to your blood pulse in your veins. You mewled, rolling your hips against his thigh as his hot tongue lapped at your skin.

"You're competitive," you admitted, licking your lips, "and so am I and it's going to lead to a fight." You flicked your eyes back to his and pleaded, "I don't want to fight with you Mammon." His fangs bit into your skin, effectively cutting you off with a yelp.

"You shoulda thought about that before challenging The Great Mammon and now I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?"

"Tell me I'm the greatest there is." Of course that's what he'd ask of you.

"...you're the greatest there is." The bratty side of you wanting to fight back but your logical side yelled that this wasn't the time for that so you conceded.

"Mmm," he paused in thought. "Tell me that I, the Great Mammon, am the greatest at fuckin you." His hand tightened around your neck and his other hand undid the clasp of your trousers and shot down past your underwear and started rubbing you, working your sex along with his thigh.

His mouth crashed into yours, shoving his tongue past your lips as his fingers picked up their pace rubbing against you, your slick coating his fingers making your toes curl from the pleasure. Your hands flew to his own pants as you fumbled trying to undo his. Mammon pulled back to laugh and you whined from the loss of heat but cried out as he tore off your pants and hoisted you up, your back thumped against the wall. His nails digging into your thighs urged you to wrap your legs around his waist and he pushed up your uniform to tug and pinch your nipples. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you moaned tasting yourself on his skin and lapped at the digits obediently.

"There ya go Y/N, get em all nice and wet for me, cause I know how to fuck you." His words cascaded like waves over your arousal, you clenched your thighs in response and he laughed against your neck. Pulling his fingers out, he reached down and started working to stretch you out. It was rough and it stung but he soon started curling his fingers inside you, abusing that spot that had you panting and writhing against him, begging for more.

"Ya gotta say it Y/N," a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock. Your mind in a lust-induced fog struggled to recall what he was asking for. He only laughed at your confusion.

"Ya gotta tell me," he pushed the tip of his cock into you and kept it there, "that the Great Mammon is the greatest at fucking you." You groaned in frustration as he held your hips in place preventing you from moving at all.

Making a show of it, you ran your tongue over your lips and looked up at Mammon with hooded eyelids and cried out, knowing full well he liked it when you got loud with him. "The Great Mammon is the hng, greatest at, ahh, fucking me." The demon purred as he sheathed the rest of himself inside you, his teeth biting your shoulder and growled against your skin. Your body felt like it was on fire, the pain and sheer ecstasy from the penetrations mixing together forcing you to cry out.

"You, ahh, take my cock so, mnnn, well Y/N," Mammon groaned as he waited for you to adjust to him, his tongue lapping at the blood that pooled from his bite. He kissed his way of your neck along your jaw, the corner of your mouth, and finally on your lips. It was his way of being sweet while waiting for you to adjust. Your grip on his arms loosened as the tip of his cock brushed against that spot inside you again and you moaned, rolling your hips to feel it again.

"You're ready, ha, so soon huh?" He laughed, pulling himself out to the tip and thrusted back in again, his eyes rolling back as he started out with a pace slow enough for you to get comfortable. "You're such a, fuck, needy human, practically, ngh, begging for me to fffuck ya." Your eyes cut to his in a glare, a retort on your tongue dying as he snapped his hips into yours.

"You're so, ha, fuckin tight, grippin me an shit, fuck, so hot," curses intertwined with his moans as he picked up the pace, fucking you into the wall. Your hips tried to keep up but the pace was too fast, too hot. Your mouth hung open, moaning and strewing curses as he rammed into that spot over and over again, stars dancing across your vision.

His hand moved to touch you, stimulating your sex as he kept his deliriously fast pace. The fact that you were both in a study room at RAD was the furthest from your mind as he fucked you into oblivion. You didn't even feel the drool running down your chin much less the door opening and slamming shut.

"Pl-nngghhh, please do-haaa- don't stop, Ma, fuuuck, Mammon" your words garbled but your walls pulsating around him told him you were close.

"Fuck, you're gonna cum for me baby," his voice was higher, his pace becoming erratic as his fingers dug into your hips, moving you against his thrusting. Pulling you away from the wall, he angled your hips back just slightly and hammered away.

Your voice barely choked out that you were cumming but your legs locked in place, your mouth open in a silent scream as the tightly wound coil snapped, your walls convulsing around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. His nails dug into your back, holding you close to him as his hips slowed their pace, bucking deep into you as he came. The heat of his seed spread through you and you both rode through your after-glow, bodies twitching as feeling came back to your limbs.

Mammon pressed his body into yours back up against the wall, using it to hold both of you up as you both fought to catch your breath. You exchanged lazy kisses and he pulled out of you and he pulled a small towel out of his jacket pocket. He laughed at your arched brow.

"I always gotta be prepared with you around," you snorted a laugh, he kissed your cheek, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

"'S not my fault," you were cut off by a yawn and Mammon bent to wipe you and himself clean with the towel before chucking it in the trash. "The Great Mammon is the greatest at fucking me." You laughed heartily as his cheeks flushed, reverting back to his tsundere demeanor.

Pulling your pants back up, you smiled and waited for him to sit back down before plopping into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Mammon laced his arms around you and nestled his head on your chin, looking over your shoulder as you pulled out your DDD to catch up on notifications. You both flushed a deep red when you saw a message from Lucifer, a picture of your earlier activities embedded within the message accompanied by the words:

"Since you both seem to be all caught up with your school work, please stop by my office for additional assignments. This is not a request."

You sprang up from his lap, wincing as the sting coursed through you. Mammon slapped your ass and bent over, offering you a piggy back ride as an apology. Securing your arms around his neck, you both made your way back to the House of Lamentation talking about what punishments the eldest had in mind for you both but eventually talked about promises for more rounds to come later that day.

#om Mammon #om Mammon smut #om Mammon n/sfw #om! swd #Mammon x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me mammon #double check tags

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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Squirt Gun

Please don't come for me with the title I'm literally writing this in Statistics lmao

Warnings: Pistol whipping, gun kink, hood bakugou because that's honestly a danger, a chair dies, dry humping?? (reader humps a gun), dirty talk, daddy kink, brat reader, pain kink, cum play, cum eating, you literally like fuck next to a dead body is that exhibitionism LMAO, this is very agressive and angry and heavily unedited

Happy Bakugou Day !!!! @hanji-is-life

Prev (dont have to read that to understand)

Masterlist

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Today was not it. You lost your wallet, left your phone in the car, the shoes you were eyeing got bought right in front of you, and to top it all off your boyfriend blew you off for date night. You were not in the mood for any bullshit, but unfortunately that's exactly what Bakugou had planned for you

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Walking into your shared place, you look around the empty living room, noticing the table is set and there's food on the counter. You take your shoes off and make your way to Bakugou's office, not seeing him in there. Dropping your shit off in the bedroom and changing from your street clothes to a cute silk set, you trot downstairs to the basement where your man keeps his...clients. You hear muffled crying and figure he's doing an "interview". He always told you not to disturb him when he's working, but you couldn't care less at this point, opting to be a brat.

You bust the door open, making the client jump and Bakugou's head turn towards the door, only able to see your fuzzy slippers as you trot down the stairs, stopping halfway down.

"Katsuki Bakugou! You skipped date night for this shit?"

You see Bakugou clench his fist, taking a deep breath before turning towards you, snarling up at you.

"Thanks for letting this fucker know my name, Brat."

You scoff, making your way down the rest of the stairs.

"Oh please, just kill him and get your stupid ass upstairs. I wanna spend the night with my boyfriend !!"

Bakugou silently makes his way towards you, rage making him shake. You take your eyes up and down his figure, taking in his black wife beater and black sweats, signature gold chain resting against the swell of his pecs and glittering rings adorning his thick fingers. His right fist is clenched while his left grips onto his glock, and your face flushes with the memory of what he had to do to it. You jump slightly when Bakugou slams the gun into the railing of the stairs, glaring at you through crimson eyes.

"You want me to hurry up, yeah? Why don't you kill him yourself, Ma."

You huff, stomping down the stairs, the look of amusement on the man's face making you pause.

"She's gonna kill me? This pretty little-"

He's cut off with a click and a bang, Bakugou holding the glock up to the mans forehead, red eyes showing no mercy.

"God, he didn't know how to shut up."

You roll your eyes and turn around to go back upstairs when you feel a big hand grabbing your wrist.

"Nd where do ya think yer' goin, Mama? I'm not done with your bratty ass. On the chair, legs spread."

You bring wide eyes over to the only chair in the room, the one the man is sitting on.

"B-but-"

"Bu bu but nothin'. You wanted to be a little bitch, so now you gotta pay the consequences, Princess. Don't make Daddy repeat himself hm?"

You make your way over to the wooden chair, pushing the slumped man off with a grunt before situating yourself on it, crossing your legs and fixing Bakugou with a defiant stare. He snarls down at you, walking briskly over before clocking you with the glock, the sting on your cheek bringing tears to your eyes and wetness to your panties.

"Such a disobient little cunt."

With the last word, he lands a harsh smack of the gun against your thigh, using it to pry them open.

"I was gonna buy you sum cute shit with the money that freak owed me, but you just couldn't be patient, could you?"

You whine at that, muttering a ,

"You flaked on me-"

"Me? I flaked on you? Nah Princess, check ya fuckin calendar cause date night was here. Tonight, and you blew me off to go shopping. Made yer favorite dish and everything and now it's all shitty and cold."

You pout up at him with a tremble bottom lip, mumbling a string of m' sorry Daddy's before getting cut off when he pops you once again, this time with his ring clad hand.

"Too late now, Ma. Hands behind you, legs spread. If you make a single sound, I'll shove my glock back into your pretty mouth, but this time I ain't letting you breath. "

As if he had let you breath before.

You spread your legs open, clasping your hands behind your back and holding back a squeal when he shoves the gun into your panties, pressing it against your clit before shoving your thighs closed and commanding you to grind. You stare in shock before getting a sharp slap to your thigh.

Immediately you grind your hips against the nozzle of the gun, your mouth hanging open in ecstacy when the ridges rub you just right. Bakugou grabs the back of your neck, spitting onto your tongue before dragging his tongue along yours and capturing your lips, reaching down and flicking your nipples through your shirt.

You arch up into his hands, trying your hardest to hold in your whines. He pulls away and moves to your ear, kissing on it before whispering against you.

"Such a little slut, hm? Grinding against my glock like that. I could just pull the trigger and you'd be done, just like that."

Your hips stutter against the weapon, breathing labored.

"Oh? Does my dirty girl like that?"

You look up at him with teary eyes, silently pleading for him to let you cum, speak, anything.

He chuckles, pushing the metal up against your clit harder and whispering a breathy,

"Cum all over my glock, Mama."

And you're gone, creaming your panties and the gun, silently convulsing as you try your hardest not to let a sound out. Bakugou mumbles a series of good girl's into your hairline before lifting you up and placing you on his lap, sweats pulled down under his ass to let his meaty cock spring up, giving you a moment to adjust before sliding home, making you gasp out.

"Don't bother hiding those pretty moans, babygirl. Let Daddy hear you, yeah?"

You nod, your mind fuzzy and blank from the pleasure. He grabs your hips and slams you down onto him, canting up into you and huffing into your ear, his chain knocking against your breasts. He moans into your ear when you clench hard around him, bringing the glock up once more and shoving it into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You close your eyes and moan around it, before its yanked out and Bakugou growls out a quick,

"Fuck, let me taste."

He licks the shaft of the gun, unsatisfied with what remains. He quickly captures your lips and dominates your mouth, groaning when the taste of you, all of you, clouds his mind.

You whimper to let him know you're right there, and he let's you know he is too.

You cum together, hard, Bakugou's hips shaking and his eyes crossing as you milk him for all it's worth.

You slow your riding to a slow stop, about to say something when you here creaking. You make eye contact with him before the armchair underneath you cracks, sending you both crashing to the ground in a fit of confused laughter.

"Fuck, I got a splinter in my ass!!"

♡♡

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