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yourlocalstranger123 · 11 months

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artist: superrbanana. App: Twitter

Note: the way I'm ashamed but at the same time not for finding these pictures.....but he's so pretty and omg!!! (I don't think I'm mentally sane anymore-)

I didn't fully watch the spiderverse yet, so i dont think i have the concept of him exactly understood, but i hope you enjoy

(Don't mind the 2 bold sentence, it's just the repeated words in the picture 😅)

Warning: Slight NSFW at the end, sub Hobie

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The first time Hobie and you met, he almost fell in love at first sight. You were a musician. You tried many, always changed the instrument, tried different ways, and did different tastes of music. He kept going over to your usual place and sometimes even listened to you from afar from your window.

He was not expecting that you would greet him first. But definitely didn't complain. He would always notice when you tried new styles, sometimes you would ask him to match. He didn't mind. He was happy to try new things out.

He loved the little nicknames you gave him. It was amusing. He would keep mentioning you in most conversations unconsciously. Which made miguel annoyed. When you guys officially dated, he would sometimes bring flowers or small gifts to you.

Smiling as you happily accepted it. At first, when you threw compliments there and here, at least once a day or say how much you love him and even hug him. Or perhaps give him a kiss. He was surprised, but he gradually got used to it and welcomed it.

When you flirted with him for the first time, it caught him off guard. It made him even flustered, too. But he flirted back also after some time. And if you went with Hobie in the spider headquarters or spider city (I don't know what it's called)

Miguel would have such a headache when you guys flirted or become lovey dovey with each other around him.

You woke up from the sound of knocking at your window. You walked up to it, seeing Hobie waving at you and pointing at the lock to let him in. Hobie quickly comes in when you opened it as he sat on the couch.

"Hey, luv. Hope you didn't mind me bargin 'n so late at night"

Hobie smiled as you sighed. Hobie followed you to the bedroom since you guys have been sleeping and cuddling together. Hobie sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for you to join him, but instead, you just put both of your hands on his face.

Hobie smiled as he tilted his head and kissed your palm. Still looking at you as he pampered your palm with more kisses. Still holding your hand, he pulled you closer for a kiss. Putting his hand around your neck or waist as he continued the kiss. He broke the kiss with a string of saliva.

He panted as he went for another kiss, trying to make you closer than you are already. He could feel you smirk as your knee grinded his crouch, shuddering from the sudden shock of pleasure.

"Please, just- hgnh...keep touching me there... just like that....it feels so ah-! So good..hngh...."

His head threw back as he panted, softly moaning as he hugged you tighter.

"Need you....so damn bad..."

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kaulitzsbabyy · 1 month

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M’ just thinking about 2009-2010 era Tom.. imagine him as a brat tamer! Omgfgg !! You got mad at him for some reason and wanted to be a huge brat ! he first gave you a warning, a look that made you shiver slightly. Yet you still wanted to push his buttons! While he was on a conversation with somebody on the phone you were making loud noises on purpose, slamming doors and opening chips and other stuff!!

“Ich rufe dich später an” he said before ending his conversation. He threw his phone somewhere on the couch and walked over to you, before you could turn around he grabbed your wrist roughly and dragged you upstairs to his room “what the fuck is wrong with you?” He spoke roughly and pushed you onto his bed, locking and closing his door “m’ sorry sir..I jus’ wanted your attention..” a soft & needy tone came out from your mouth “so all that attitude was just to get my attention?” “Yes sir..”

you thought that you might’ve gone out free! But sadly you didn’t :((! Your face was pushed into the soft pillows of Tom’s bed , his hand on your head keeping your stupid head there, while he roughly fucked you from behind. Your tummy flat on his bed and his chest almost pressing against your back “stupid slut, all you wanted was my attention. I give you my attention everyday. You should be thanking me right now since you don’t deserve my cock” he pulled your hair up so you could reply and get some air,

“y-yes yes!- thank you s’so much sir! Sososo good! hngh!- s’so deep-…!” You had tears in your eyes and had drool slipping out from your mouth “yeah there we go, slut. This cock makes you all dumb n’ cute huh baby?” You nodded your head, slowly forgetting to speak by how his cock made you feel. “We have all night, you wanted my attention now you got it you fucking whore.”

Note: STOP I MADE THIS AT 3:30 AM 😭😭. ANYWAY, I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE FOR THAT ONE GERMAN PART SO YEAH!! LOVE YOU GUYS 💗💗

#tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing

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perictione00 · 7 months

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She's a Man-eater

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: MDNI, sub! gojo satoru, dom! reader, smut, degradation, heavy edging and overstimulation, cock stepping, choking, age difference(7-years, reader is older), oral sex, sounding, riding, unprotected sex.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

"Hngh...please...I need you", his desperation was so satisfying. He looked so beautiful crawling towards you, naked, with a collar on his neck with your name engraved on it.

"But we had a deal, no? You cum five times and I'll treat you", you coo. Breaking someone's body has become your new favorite hobby. To get them so high that normal never works for them. That they come crawling back to you.

"Haah...ngh...mmf...I can't anymore, please." You understand now why men like to oppress women. Power is a fucking drug, and controlling someone stimulates it.

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you, Satoru", you said, sounding disappointed, causing him to start stroking his already twitching cock. With his head thrown back, sweat beads covered his flushed face as he continued jerking himself off, moaning wildly, until he came for the fifth time in the same night.

What a sight. So strong yet so fragile—such a complaint one. Easy to mold and easy to manipulate. Watery blue eyes stared at you with hope. He was such a good pet. He deserved a reward for his hard work. So you took off your very wet panties and threw them to the other side of the room.

"Good boy, now go fetch."

Without wasting a second, Satoru fetched your panties on all fours. Sniffing it, he lapped on it and drooled at your taste. You watched him as he buried his face in your panties and continued groaning loudly. His hips bucked up instinctively, fucking into nothingness to seek any sort of friction to calm his now-hardening dick.

"More...I want more", Satoru begged as he moved towards your lap.

"Yeah? Tell me, will you do anything for me?", you questioned affectionately as you slid your hands and ruffled his disheveled hair.

"Ya...yes, anything. I can d-do any and everything for you", he answered, sounding breathless.

Yanking him back by the hair, you opened your legs and forced his face into your pussy. While he sucked on your clit, you noticed how he kept glancing at your moaning form. It was obvious that he wanted to feel validated by pleasing you. The poor thing was in love with you; the least you could do was grind on his face and use him. So you used his nose to gain some roughness and pulled on his hair as his tongue slurped on your wetness. Getting suffocated by your thighs drove Satoru to the brink, and his sensitive cock leaked for the sixth time. But he was so drunk on you. So much so that he couldn't stop and kept fucking your hole till you came.

"If you do it right, I'll reward you with a truffle cake", you declared to a ten-year-old who was being more annoying than usual. Gojo Satoru was the new big thing in the Jujutsu world, and although he was just a child, he was already much better than most of the second-grade sorcerers. And since he was destined to be the strongest, a majority of his time was consumed in practicing, and that too with well-versed sorcerers like yourself.

"Liar. You said that the last time too and didn't bring me any", the lil guy yelled as he continued pouting.

"That was because you literally announced it to the whole house. You think anyone here would lemme feed you, a child, a whole cake?", you retorted, closing the distance between you.

"I'm not a child. I defeated two of your classmates, remember", he scoffed.

"God, I don't have time for this. Listen, Satoru, if you don't do this, forget the cake; I'm never bringing anything for you, and then you can have a great time practicing with Daddy too", you were sure this threat was enough to keep him in check. It was your favorite weapon against him. And when you saw his frowning form turning back to practice, you knew it had hit the right mark.

Gojo had developed a sweet tooth early on because of your constant rewards after practice sessions. It was easier. Satoru already knew well that he was stronger than an average person; hence, with all his sass, he avoided training, even with you. If it was up to him, he would only play with you. So you introduced him to the world of sweets, and the rest is history. Growing up with Satoru, you knew your ways with him. To you, rather than a little brother that you never asked for, he was more like an asset who was the key to your goal. It worked out well. He became the ace up your sleeve, and you became his favorite company.

Coming from a non-sorcerer family, at the age of 6, you immediately piqued the interests of many families with your unexpectedly strong cursed technique, one of them being the Gojo clan. Initially, people thought it was for the sake of marrying you off to someone within the clan, but it surprised everyone when the head of the clan announced his goal of sponsoring your education until you were an adult. What seemed like a random play turned out to be a well-thought-out scheme to have stronger allies. For several hundred years, no one in the Gojo family had inherited both the six eyes and the limitless techniques, portraying the clan as weaker among the Big three families, so it was better to have an active margin to keep the center intact. That was the reason why you grew up learning from the best of the best and became a first-grade sorcerer by the age of 14. Which was why you ended up training the future of the clan. Or maybe the real deal was that the insolent brat wouldn't practice with anyone other than you.

Before his birth, you were the apple of everyone's eye, including all the servants and his father. It all changed, though—after his birth, that is. From the moment Gojo Satoru was born, his mere existence was celebrated; he was treated like a king, but you, on the other hand, were neglected. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. You were a child. With all the attention that you desperately craved, snatched away so suddenly, you couldn't help but feel jealous and envy the blue-eyed devil who had hypnotized every sane adult in the clan. You were there first, then why were you not as loved as he was? He was such a burden, a crybaby who couldn't fend for himself and had to be under surveillance at all times. You were forced to be by his side to keep track of his needs, which made you more hostile towards him. Fortunately, you warmed up to him as time went on. The hostility melted into care as you looked after the little demon who was always following you, crawling on all fours, when he always cried in your absence, and when instead of gibberish, his first words turned out to be your name.

The jujutsu world is cruel, and it's worse if you're a woman. The pathetic mentality of a few old geezers was enough to drive out women from this field. With the misconduct of power, the status of women was intentionally devalued through a sequence of meaningless regulations. For something so basic, women had to prove themselves worth it in order to be given the same treatment and respect as any other man. Women were associated with childrearing and bearing. And if they somehow turned out to be more than what was expected of them, the scope of their development is reduced. You learned it a little too late.

"Don't be greedy now. Grade 1 is as far as you go. I'm sure the clan backing you up wouldn't like that either. You're 15, right? A looker that's for sure. Ripe age. About time you start getting marriage offers, no?"

"If only you didn't have a mouth on you. Well, I'm sure I can fuck it out of you."

"Special grade!? Even if all of us in the room used you, there's no chance you're ever getting there."

"Give up on that impossible dream of yours. Isn't it too much for you to carry on as a grade 1 anyways?"

"Don't make me laugh."

"All I see is a hole inviting me to fuck. Come on, lemme help you discover all you're good for."

"Grade 1? Who did you fuck to get there? The clan head? Are the rumors true? I've heard he has a thing for young girls. I can see why he would give in to you, though."

That's how it was and will always be. In a world dominated by men, you will never be able to achieve what your heart longs for. You will never be the strongest. You will have to act according to their will and listen to the crap that comes out of their mouths. It was not fair. You were dragged into this world without consent, and now that you finally accept reality and try to be something more, they tell you that it was never possible. Hypocrites. You were not a slave. If you were being objectified by a bunch of old men, you might as well use them to get what you want. You can give them a sense of control and suck them dry of their powers. Use them until they serve your desires, and throw them away the moment you're done. It is okay if you can't be the strongest; you can always be with the strongest.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer. He could have anything he wished for, yet he couldn't have you. On his 7th birthday, he declared in front of all the maids that he'd marry you and have about a hundred kids with you. His confession was met with a few chuckles and pity, but he was sure of his resolve. On the same day, you skipped practice sessions to meet with some dirt from your class and wished him a happy birthday minutes before his birthday ended. Let's just say that an angry Satoru melted from your apology, which consisted of a customized Digimon watch, his favorite pastries, and a peck to his cheek.

To him, you were the prettiest girl. And age was just a number. He just needed to grow up faster and be taller to be with you. You were the only one who treated him like a normal human. And the only one who genuinely wished the best for him and cared for him without any malicious or hidden intention. However, nothing had prepared him for your exit from the household on your eighteenth birthday. He was dumbfounded when you told him the same. He remembers crying and begging you to stay with him—not that it changed your decision, but you did promise to meet him every week, which was not enough for him.

Time went by, and Gojo Satoru realized that he wanted you all for himself. You were famous not only for your capabilities and beauty but also for your infamous relationships. He recalls how one of the Zenin clan men fell head over heels for you and took his own life because he couldn't have you. He also recalls how a senior representative of the Kamo clan went crazy after you left him and the stories of countless men who were doomed to the same fate. You were magical, and those low lives weren't your equals. Of course, you wouldn't settle for them; you were way too good for them. That's why he wants to become strong and be of any worth to you.

You came back to the house once, after 5 years, when you were accused of assassinating a higher-up, and somehow, after just two hours in his father's room, you were announced to be not guilty a day later. On that very day, you hugged him for the first time while comforting him about the incident with the sorcerer killer as he smelled his father's cologne on you. If he wasn't bound by relationships, he was sure that he would have killed his own father in a heartbeat.

Later that year, he confessed his love for you on your 23rd birthday, and you shot him down instantly. Calling him a child and whatnot. He wasn't immature; he was just a bit overly enthusiastic but not impulsive. Maybe it was just about his age. That's what he told himself until you rejected him again and again and again. For the first time, he saw the distance between you both. How you were climbing up the status ladder in the Jujutsu hierarchy and how the number of your lovers was increasing with every passing month. Something snapped inside him as realization hit him, and at the young age of 16, he lost his virginity to a housemaid his age.

You had successfully infiltrated all the major clans except for the Gojo clan. You were not going to infiltrate that clan; you had decided to own it. Although latent, your influence was more than a lot of high-ups combined. But of course you wouldn't rub it on everyone's faces; you didn't need to hurt their egos to feel your worth anymore. You just needed to act submissive and poised; that would do the trick. Nobody needed to know that all the cards were in your favor and that you were the real puppeteer.

When it came to the Gojo clan, you heard here and there that your little prince had learned to fuck around. It was about time he was tamed. So on his 19th birthday, you rewarded him with a gift of a lifetime.

"No...shit... please-aahh...it won't fit, please", Satoru mumbled as tears streamed down his flushed face.

"It will. You will make it fit for me, right?", you whispered and resumed kissing him down his neck, stopping only to abuse his hard nipples. He was a moaning mess, trembling with every movement, cringing at the sharp but pleasurable pain as you continued inserting a sounding rod in his penis.

You stood up to admire your artwork once you were done. No man has ever looked so beautiful. Gojo Satoru was kneeling in front of you, twitching like an insect, crying, and losing himself to you. He was so submissive, so perfect. You were going to take your sweet time devouring him.

You dragged your foot over to his cock and asked him, "What do you say, Satoru? Should I step on it?"

He was barely able to make a coherent sentence as you toyed with his cock while the pressure of the inserted rod edged him to the highest degree. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, you took off your panties and stuffed them in his mouth. You were left with nothing but your bra; however, you unhooked them the moment an idea popped up in your mind. Tying them around Satoru's neck, you pulled on em, making him choke. Suddenly, he looked like every man who had wronged you, underestimated you, and molested you. He looked heavenly as he struggled to breathe, and Gojo would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy life slipping out of him just a bit. When he was expecting you to finally take the rod out, you laid him down and positioned yourself on his dick.

You teased yourself with the cold metal end of the rod and slowly sank down Satoru's length. You looked down only to see him blabbering and moaning uncontrollably. His teary blue eyes and instant desperation to rut into you were painted all over his face. He tried thrusting into you, only to feel overwhelmed by the rod. You started bouncing on his cock and playing with your nipples. It would be an understatement to say that Satoru was hypnotized by you. He was enamoured by you. In this moment, you looked like an absolute goddess, and he was ready to lose himself in you. Your walls were gripping onto his length so tightly that he felt lightheaded. You continued grinding on his cock as you reached your orgasm. Getting off immediately to take his cock in your mouth and tease him a bit more.

"Are you my whore, Satoru?", you asked as you squeezed his balls. Had you broken him? Because it looked like he was too far gone. Did he stop working?

"Yes, I'm ya-your wh...whore".

You smirked. It was done. It's easy to break them when they're young, just like they broke you. You bobbed your head on his dick, sucking on his prominent veins and slurping some globs of his semen. Then, all of a sudden, you harshly took out the sounding rod, and with that, Satoru reached his orgasm with a high-pitched moan. But you didn't stop, not yet. You continued sucking on his member, taking in all of his jizz. Without a second thought, you sealed the deal as you spat his cum into his mouth and kissed him deeply. He was yours now, and so was his clan.

"I love you."

As if you didn't know that already. It's okay, though you'll entertain him.

"Yeah, let's do it again. This time, I'll let you breed me."

Part 2

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jhypeach · 11 months

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[9:00pm]

pairing: haechan x fem reader warnings: angry and jealous sex, edging, orgasm denial, fem receiving, male receiving, blowjob, squirting, fingering, self-play, smut smut word count: 1k+ an: my first haechan fic OMG! i got so into him lately that it drives me crazy 😭 anyways enjoy my first fic for hyuck

It's been an hour since you returned to your shared apartment, and Haechan hasn't spoken to you. From the moment he asked you to go home and to the ride home. Now inside your shared apartment, he couldn't even spare you a glance. You get out of the bathroom to see your boyfriend resting his back on the headboard of your shared bed, reading something, or should you say, busying himself as the book is upside down.

"Baby, is something wrong?" You asked him, but he ignored you again and went inside the bathroom. You followed him inside as he was stripping off. You took off your robe and joined him. You hugged your boyfriend from the back, kissing his shoulder blades before placing your chin on his right shoulder. "Love," you said seductively as you run your hands on his upper body, down to his torso. Before you could even reach his shaft, he caught your wrist, "Do you think you deserve a good fuck tonight, y/n?" Haechan asked as he pulled you in front of him. Walking closer and closer to you, crashing your bareback on the cold tile of the wall.

"Don't I, baby?" You rebutted as you attempted to claim his lips. He moved his face sideways, making your lips land on his cheeks and his lips perfectly on your ears. "Not when some guy was eyeing you earlier." He licked the back of your ears, going to your jaw, "Making them see you in a view that is only mine, hmm?" he licked your jaw as he grabbed and pulled you closer by your left thigh. His shaft is actually nudging your entrance.

You moved closer to him to make it enter your pussy. "Not so easy, baby" he made your back face him, his hands trailing down to your core as his other hand wrapped your neck. You could feel his fingertips getting closer to your inner thigh. The could tip if it sent shivers to your body, making you whimper to his touch. "This is mine," he said as his fingers made circles above your entrance and clitoris, "Got it? All mine" he kissed your neck, leaving love marks on it and biting it.

Haechan inserted two fingers in your hole without warning. You inhaled sharply to the cold slender finger that entered your genitalia. "So tight," he said as he pumped his fingers inside you a few times before adding two more, "That's how big I am, right?" he asked as he licked your neck and shoulder blades. "Bigger, b-baby… ahh," he continued thrusting his fingers inside you as his hand around your neck tightened. "Haech.. ahh-im… clo-," He didn't even let you finish your statement when he pulled his fingers out of your hole.

"Not yet" He pulled you down, leveling your face on his dick. He stroked it for a while and put it closer to your lips. You partly opened your mouth, letting the tip of his cock circling on your lips. "Will you suck me good, y/n?" he asked with a sweet smile plastered on his face while holding his shaft very close to your mouth. You nod as you wrap your hands around his long, hard rock shaft. You kissed it a few times, then licked it as you massaged his balls too. Slowly, you slid it inside your mouth, bobbing your head and slowly getting the pace.

"Look at me, love," he said as Haechan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, "Should I move it?" he asked, caressing your cheeks and wiping your drool. "Hngh.., Hngh" was your only response as you grabbed his legs to pull him closer, and his dick deeper into your throat and swallowing on it.

His grip on your hair tightened as he thrust deep into your mouth, "You like deepthroats, don't you, baby?" he asked, catching his breath as he pounded hard in your mouth, "Hngh… Hngh". The vibrations of your response send shivers down his whole body, making him pound even harder. Tears are slowly forming in your eyes as his dick hits your uvula. "Fuck" his last remarks before he pulled you up and made you encircle your legs around his hips, aligning his tip in your entrance. "Move it," he commanded as he walked to the sink and stood in front of the mirror.

He kissed you hungrily, licking, sucking, biting, and nibbling your tongue and lips. Haechan made you lean your back on the wall, resting his right hand on the wall near your face while his other hand played with your nipples. You have your arms interlaced around his nape to hold your weight. He continued pounding inside you, rough and deep, as his kisses went down to your neck. "Look at us in the mirror, y/n." he said as he bit and left marks on your neck, "Ahh…ahh," you moaned as his shaft kept hitting your good spot.

You bit your lower lip as you felt another wave of orgasm nearing. "I'm close, ahh," you said, ruffling his hair to release some tension. He continued shoving his dick inside you at the same pace. Your legs are already shaking, wanting to release, "I'm coming, pl-please ahh." And he pulled out once again, "To the closet, in front of your full-length mirror," Haechan's last statement as he put you down.

As you reach the closet, you sit on the chair across from the full-length mirror. You spread your legs and saw how glistening your core was already. Wanting to release badly, you played with yourself with your fingers. You inserted two fingers and pumped them inside you, "ahh, ahh," you moaned as you clenched around your fingers. You were about to insert another finger when Haechan entered, and this very view put a smirk on his face. "Baby, no coming until I say so"

He knelt in front of you and licked your inner thigh. "Continue pumping," he said as his tongue reached your entrance. His tongue played with your clitoris, sucking and nibbling it with his lips. His hands slowly reached for your boobs and kneaded them. "Do you like your view?" he asked as his tongue entered your pussy. "Hngh" a whimper was the only answer you made, "Use your words, love" his tongue replaced your fingers that were thrusting inside you, "Yes… Hyuck, please," you begged as your legs quivered for another release. "Squirt on my mouth, love," he said, sucking your genitals.

Seconds later, you release for the first time of the night, "I said squirt, love," he said, still sucking your entrance and kneading your boobs, and so you did. Squirted in his mouth, catching your breath and huffing for air. "That's my girl," he said and stood up and kissed your lips. You can actually taste your cum in his mouth. "Come on, love. Let's clean you up," he said as he returned to the bathroom and kissed your temple. "You haven't released yet," you said as he walked you two inside the bathroom, "Later, I'll do it inside you"

"What was that for?" You asked Haechan while you two were relaxing in the tub. "Hmm?" he asked. "The sudden ignoring of my presence?" you added, rolling your eyes even if he can't see it. He let out a chuckle, pulled you closer to his chest, and gently kissed your shoulder blades, "I got annoyed by the number of guys eyeing my girl earlier." Now it was your turn to let out a chuckle, "Don't worry, baby. Your dick is still my favorite," you said and laughed with him.

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star-suh · 11 hours

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Gym Bros

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, semi public sex, chest play, nipple play, titjob, facial, implied sweat kink, feminization, yn goes commando, degradation, rimjob (mingyu receiving), gaping hole, impregnation kink, sir kink at the end, implied second round.

an: idk the names of the gym machines so excuse me with that and this is unrealistic.

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the first time yn went to a gym he immediately made some friends who were more than pleased to help him learn how the machines work and all those things a beginner must know. mingyu was one of them, a big strong guy who dedicated a lot of time to his body, damn it looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.

when time passed a certain feeling grew between them, it wasn't love it was something more carnal and lustful. thoughts of mingyu manhandling him crossed on yn's mind meanwhile on mingyu's, he just wanted to rail that little guy into oblivion.

“hey” yn greeted mingyu who responded the same, a quiet sweet “hey”, the awkward silence after that added to the sexual tension growing between them “so what are you going to train today” yn asked with a slight blush covering his cheeks. “today’s chest day” the big guy says proudly. fuck how much yn wanted to grab those pecs and squeeze them as hard as he can.

hours passed and the gym began to be emptied, people returned to their homes except mingyu and yn, the first one somehow convinced the owner of the place to let him continue training saying that he would close it when he left.

yn decided to ask mingyu to help him lift some weight, he agreed.

everything was fine until yn noticed mingyu’s bulge right above his face, unconsciously mingyu was leaning closer and closer towards his partner’s face. yn’s face was red he decided to stop lifting weights and take a break. still in that same position he closed his eyes, his head right between mingyu’s big thighs and then suddenly something hits his face, it was thick, sweaty and it was throbbing..

“i helped you with that, now you help me with this” a cocky smirk on mingyu's godly face. yn just went with it, it was something he was yearning for since day 1 so why would he deny that offer. yn’s head was hanging from the bench so it was easy to mouthfuck him, slowly and little by little mingyu's cock went inside yn's mouth, the latter struggled at taking it all but he did his best to give a lot of pleasure to mingyu.

the dick was going in and out, forming a little bulge on the other's throat, a bulge that mingyu caressed and made him even hornier. yn focused on suppressing his gagging reflexes like a hungry animal he wanted to swallow all of his shaft and feel every single vein on it. “you're acting like a bitch in heat. fuck!! hungry cockslut”.

mingyu pulled his dick, all the thick saliva dripping on yn's face. he tapped his shoulder and said “let's get that pussy to work”, in a swift motion mingyu ripped yn's pants exposing his ass and dick “oh you're one of those who goes commando.. i like that” mingyu slapped his ass causing a shy laugh to come out of the other's mouth.

first thing mingyu did wanted to do is lift some weight while lying down on a weightlifting bench, yn was sitting on his crotch area, his dick already stuffed inside him, every time mingyu pulls two ropes yn will go up and then he will go down when mingyu stops pulling them. in that way mingyu can exercise while fucking the little slut.

next thing mingyu did was to lift more weight while doing squats and every time he goes down his ass meets yn's wet tongue that's ready to taste that delicious sweaty muscle ass…

“i love this fucking pussy, it's so wet and warm.. perfect for my big dick” mingyu groans while pounding strongly causing a recoil on the bottom's ass. “hngh.. more i want more~ please” a cockdrunked yn begged, he wanted to be fucked into oblivion by sich fine gentlemen.

mingyu lay down on one of the benches and let tn ride him. "shit, you're really deep" the bottom mutters while masturbating.

“there you go.. you really know how to milk a dick” mingyu grabbed his ass and started pounding harder “i'm gonna knock you up”, he grunts “this pussy belongs to me and no one more, you get it?”; “yes sir, impregnate me… hng… give me all of your babies” the other replied.

mingyu came inside yn but he didn't stopped, he kept fucking him to ride his high causing all the cum to be spilled down his shaft and everytime he slams himself some drops splashes and land on yn's ass and back. “look at this mess you made” the taller smirks, cum and sweat being smeared in their bodies and the bench, “you wasted all the cum sir, you have to put more inside me to knock me up”; “don't worry we're gonna have a lot of time for that, now give me your cum” mingyu made yn to sit on his torso, put his dick in between his tits and urged him to thrust in between them “this feels so good” yn moans, “you can fuck this tits whenever you want pretty whore”; “yes sir” replied yn almost immediately. yn kept fucking the other's tits while groping and pinching them “these tits are so big and sexy, i feel like i'm gonna cum soo-” he didn't finished his phrase when he spurted ropes of white cum directly at mingyu's face who lick it like it was some sweet stuff.

“that was so hot” yn tries to catch his breath laying on top of mingyu, tracing circles on mingyu’s chest with his finger, “yeah… you really know how to please me” the top smiles and kisses his forehead “let’s go take a shower” he grabbed yn and he put it on his shoulder as if it were a sack and slapped his ass, “what do you think about a second round?”, yn’s dick got immediately hard thinking about it and mingyu felt it poking his arm, once again smirking by thinking how cute yn was.

the bottom then replies “yes sir”.

#mingyu x male reader smut #mingyu x male reader #kim mingyu x male reader #kim mingyu smut #mingyu smut #kim mingyu x male reader smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #seventeen x male reader

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minnieshrine · 11 months

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PAVITR SMUT x FEM READER

ITLL BE THE FIRST OF ITS KIND!

ask and you shall receive . 😈 (i made him a lil subby because..it’s obvi.)

pavitr prabhakar x reader smut

tw: smut, saliva sharing, sex (almost), pavitr begging, cock rubbing. (tell me if i forgot anything)

“please pavitr ? you would look so cute!” you sat on your boyfriends bed and protested against him.

Pavitr pouted and groaned. “okay, okay. but only this once! i don’t want this to ruin my beautiful hair.” he sighed, giving in.

you giggled, “of course it won’t.” you said, shuffling behind him.

you placed your boyfriends hair into your hands, pulling it slightly as you gathered all the hair.

you slid the hair tie down your wrist and tied it around your boyfriends beautiful curls.

“all done!” you tapped his sounders, making him turn so you can see your art work.

holy shit.

he looked soooo fine with that ponytail..

his loose slicked back hair, a few strands falling down, reaching down to his eyebrow. his slight pout and tired eyes making everything so much more attractive.

“wow..” you said. eyes widened, mouth slightly opened, hands stuck at where they were.

“does it look bad?” he worriedly asked, reaching a hand to take it out.

“no!” you exclaimed, immediately pulling his hand back down.

“i-it looks really.. really gorgeous.” (took me like a whole ten minutes to spell that .)

his eyebrow went slightly up, arching.

“really?” he asked, moving your hand from his wrist so his fingers intertwines with yours.

“yeah..” you said, leaning in and lowering your eyes.

he quickly caught on, mirroring your actions.

you kissed.

as pavitr tried to pull away, you leaned on him, deepening the kiss.

of course, it wasn’t your first kiss

but..it was the first time the kids was this..heated.

you both pulled away, but immediately went for another kiss .

this time, it was slower.

this went on in a little cycle .

as you guys continued to kiss, the kisses got slower and more heated then the last one.

“Pavitr..” you moaned out between kisses.

“mm.” he moaned as you placed your knees behind him, straddling his lap.

his hands wandered on your back, going up your shirt and all around.

mixes of your saliva dripping down your chins.

you grinded ever so slightly in his lap.

this really did a number on him.

he bit your lip and you opened your eyes slightly to see how twisted his adorable little face was.

you smirked and grinded a bit more roughly.

“hngh..” he let out, squeezing his eyes shut as your lips parted.

you leaned down to whisper in his ear “you like that, my love?”

“ugh..[Y/N]” he moaned as you got rougher.

he placed his hands on your hips, digging them into your hip bones.

you placed your hand on his chest, pushing him back.

he laid down right in front of you.

and he looked beautiful.

“can i?” you asked, gesturing to his…

“please..” he mumbled out, grinding his hips up to make contact with your hand.

you chuckled as you swirled your fingers around, getting the perfect reaction out of him.

he eyes practically rolled behind his head, making him sink more into the bed.

his ponytail squished down from the pressure.

sweat trinkled down his face to his neck.

you squeezed you hand slightly, earning a groan and whine from your boyfriend.

“please [Y/N]..Please..Ugh!” he moaned again, this time more louder.

you had twisted your hand around his clothed cock to earn that noise.

“Wanna take it off?” you whispered seductively, rolling your pointer finger on his soaked tip.

“yes..” he moaned out, buckling his hips to either get more friction or help take it off.

you smiled, leaning down and kissing his neck as you undid his belt.

you kissed his jawline, he grabbed a hold of the sheets as you slid his pants down to his ankles.

you leaned up again, seeing the absolute mess he’s made.

“wow pavitr. your so wet..”

he groaned from your words, only making him more wet.

you slowly took down his boxers, letting his cock spring up, hitting his abdomen.

he twitched under you, letting out a shaky sigh of relief.

you pulled off your shirt, revealing your bra.

your boyfriend just stared.

you chuckled, undoing your bra and letting it slid down your arms and chest.

pavitr touched right below your boobs, rubbing the skin.

you leaned forward, taking his shirt off next.

you basically moaned at just seeing him bare.

you hovered over him, placing your hand on his dick and wrapping it around.

you slowly jerked him off, earning yourself a moan.

You stopped and moved your hand away.

pavitr whined, letting go of the sheets.

“shh, be patient baby.”

you said before taking your pants and panties off in just one swipe.

he groaned at the look of you, sitting up and pulling you close.

you straddled his lap as his palms rolled on your ass.

you grabbed one of his hands and positioned them to your entrance.

“finger me.” you whispered in his ear, feeling him shiver underneath you.

he inserted the tip of his middle finger and pushed all the way in.

you let out a groan from pain and pleasure.

pavitr curled his finger, pressing a deep, exhilarating spot.

“pavitr!” you moaned out..

to be continued ? 😈

(i js wanted to post this so u guys wouldn’t have to wait like 5 years for only one of two posts but i will most likely continue this if you guys want me to)

#pavitr prabhakar #pavitr #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv #atsv x reader #across the spider verse #across the spider verse x reader

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lizardaggro · 3 months

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the pulse of death, prologue 1

alrighty guys, here it is! vampire!twst au!!! please don't make fun of the title i'm sensitive about it... in any case, you'll notice from the title that this is just part one of the prologue. that's because this sucker is gonna be long af, and you're just gonna have to deal.

genre: gn!reader, will include romance, fluff, and angst down the line tw: none so far. yay! wc:3133

Twas an ordinary day, much like any other. After arriving home from your daily responsibilities, more than ready to mindlessly read fanfiction on your phone. You collapsed onto bed, looking for something to occupy the time until you were ready to fall asleep. Insomnia was something that had plagued you off and on for years; it became much less of an issue once you became an adult and were able to set your own schedule, but still. It wasn’t like it was predictable when you’d be able to embrace the night at last, either, but you managed somehow.

If asked what time it was when you were finally graced with a deep slumber, you couldn’t say. Perhaps it gradually crept up on you, so that you didn’t have the chance to notice. You didn’t remember your dreams, you never did. At some wee hour of the morning, you were awoken by who knows what, a haze still clouding your mind. You couldn’t recall if you’d brushed your teeth or not before you knocked out, so you made your way to the bathroom. Neglecting to flip the light switch due to the soft glow of the nightlight you couldn’t sleep without, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

Much to your surprise, instead of your own reflection, you saw a rather odd face staring back at you. It didn’t have much color to it, quite literally, but there was a bright green mist floating around it. Okay. This was fine. You must still be dreaming. It was then that the mirror-face-thing began to speak. Its voice was deep and ominous, but for some odd reason, you didn’t feel frightened. This was only a dream after all, wasn’t it?

“Oh, lovely and noble flower of evil. Magic mirror, tell me, who is the fairest of them all?” it? intoned. “O, one who has been guided by the Mirror of Darkness. Take the hand reflected in the mirror, and never, ever let go.”

As if right on cue, a ghastly hand appeared in the mirror. But it didn’t stop there, reaching beyond the mirror’s bounds and extending toward your form. You shivered as you felt its cold touch. You faintly heard the sound of horses braying in the distance, and perhaps hooves on pavement. There wasn’t much of a chance to register what that could mean, though, as your consciousness began to fade.

When you awoke again, your memories of what had happened were blurry at best. Everything was dark, and the surface you were lying on was hard. Were you going insane, or were you stood upright somehow? Wanting to better understand your predicament, you lifted your arms to feel around you. You were quickly able to determine that you were in a box of some kind. Now that certainly wasn’t ominous at all.

You didn’t have to ponder your fate for long, though, as you heard a voice from somewhere outside. “Hngh, gotta find some clothes so I can fit in,” they mumbled, as if they didn’t expect anyone to hear. It was a slightly nasally sort of voice, almost inhuman in a way. “Stupid coffins won’t open.” Wait, coffins? “Fnyaa, take that! The Great Grim’s special fire blast!” the voice shouted.

The gears in your brain began to turn, processing what that could mean. You had your answer sooner than you would’ve liked, as your little box began to become uncomfortably hot. Too hot. The lid blew off with a little ‘pop,’ and you were able to see at last.

You were in a grand room, with a medieval sort of theme to its décor, and rather dim lighting. There were floating coffins all along the walls, and you quickly surmised that you must’ve been in one as well. Then you turned your attention to the person in front of you. At least, you had assumed it was a person, but it appeared you were mistaken.

“…a cat?” you let out without quite realizing. The creature who’d freed you from that box was indeed a cat, with gray fur, and rather curiously, blue flames licking at its ears. It had a pitchfork-shaped tip for a tail, and a gray-and-white striped scrap of cloth around its neck, reminiscent of a collar.

“Hnngh, the Great Grim is not a cat!” it said. Because of course, the cat could talk. Why not, you supposed, when you had no idea how you’d gotten here and there were objects blatantly defying gravity in the background. “Now, give me your clothes!” it? demanded. You weren’t sure of the cat’s gender; the voice sounded vaguely male-inclined, but one could never be sure.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, stunned. What use would a not-cat have for human clothes? It was plain to see they wouldn’t fit, and you didn’t think your fashion sense was that revolutionary. Though the fabric did feel a bit different than you were used to, smoother and softer, as if it were made of silk or the like.

You took the opportunity to give yourself a once-over and gasped in shock. You were most certainly not wearing what you had fallen asleep in. You donned a black hooded robe, with golden embroidery and royal purple detailing. You patted yourself down; it seemed you still had your old clothes on underneath, but your pockets were empty, no phone to be found.

“You won’t hand them over? Then I’ll just have to take them from you!” Grim, you assumed that was its name, shouted as it began chasing you, spitting fire from its mouth. Of course, you did what any individual of sound mind would do, and ran for your life. You still didn’t know how you’d ended up here, and there was no way you were going to keel over and die without finding out.

You dashed through corridor after corridor, until you found yourself in a room that resembled a library. Except, naturally, a number of books were hovering in the air, as well as the lanterns that lit the room. In awe at the silent beauty of the ambience, you momentarily forgot your life-threatening situation and gazed around.

You were interrupted soon enough, because Grim was on a mission and had no manners. “You can’t escape the Great Grim! Now hand them over!” Your eyes widened; you had no plan to save yourself in this moment, nowhere to run to. You shut your eyes tight, expecting the pain of being burned to death. But it never came.

When you opened an eye to survey the situation, you saw something rather… questionable. Grim had been bound by a whip of some sort, and was squirming against their restraints. Sure, they’d inadvertently tried to kill you, and allegedly weren’t a cat, but wasn’t this some sort of animal cruelty? Were they even an animal if they breathed fire?

“Fnyaa, what is this?! Let me go!!” Grim demanded. You weren’t expecting it, but a reply came from who knows where. “Ah, ‘tis my Lash of Love!” a voice exclaimed rather flamboyantly. Soon the speaker stepped into view. They were a rather tall individual, adorned with a mask with a beak shape on it. Their voice did indeed match their appearance, which you could only describe as some sort of obnoxiously accessorized medieval cosplay. It went with the building, you supposed.

The person then turned to you. It felt like their piercing yellow eyes saw right through you. “You there, you really must learn to keep your familiar in check- hmm? How peculiar. Pray tell, just what is a human doing here?” they inquired, which only served to confuse you further. What was a familiar? Why would you being a human be odd?

“Um, sir? I don’t want to assume anything though… Well, I’m not sure what you mean exactly,” you began hesitantly, fidgeting with your hands behind your back. “I just woke up inside a coffin in this big room, and then Grim came and blew the lid off and started demanding I give them my clothes. Was I kidnapped. Is this a cult? Where is this? I’m so confused…”

“A cult?” The individual snorted, puffing out their chest. “Certainly not. You may address me as Sir Dire Crowley, and I am the headmaster of this prestigious institution, Night Raven College. I would assume that the ride from the Ebony Carriage had addled your brain, but I do not recall allowing the admission of a human. How odd… Perhaps it was the will of the Dark Mirror?” He mused to himself. You had no idea what any of that meant, other than that this place was a school that Crowley ran.

The man stared off into space, thinking, for a while. Then he seemed to have a little ‘aha!’ moment and began speaking again. You could only listen intently, hoping to glean any sort of information that might be relevant to your situation. “Well then. Since the Dark Mirror has willed it, we have no choice but to oblige. You will remain here at Night Raven College. Only time will tell what secrets your mortal form may be hiding. Ahh, aren’t I so generous?” he preened. You’d begun to have a rather positive impression of Crowley, aside from the whole ‘lash of love’ comment, but that was crashing and burning now.

You had so many questions, but Crowley clearly had his own agenda, and you doubted he’d answer any of them. He spun dramatically on his heel and gestured toward the exit, still dragging Grim behind him. “Come along now, the entrance ceremony has already begun. We wouldn’t want to miss your debut into vampire society, now would we?” The fuck? Did he just say vampire? As in the supernatural creatures people on the internet simped for like no other? This was turning out to be quite the adventure.

You got the impression he really didn’t care what you thought though, so you just shuffled along behind him, doing your best to calm your nerves. First order of business: make sure you weren’t actually dreaming. You slapped your hands to your cheeks, shoujo-anime style, and to your surprise as much as your disappointment, it hurt. You weren’t dreaming. Probably. Second, uh, what came second? Not dying, probably. Yes, that was important.

Sooner rather than later, as much as you dragged your feet, you arrived at your destination: the room you’d initially awoken in. Only this time, the floating coffins were empty, and the room was jam-packed with people. You took a moment to consider if this was some sort of elaborate prank, but then you remembered the terror you’d felt when running from Grim. The fire they’d spat out had been very much real.

Scanning over the crowd, several hooded figures, all wearing the same robes they were, stood out to them the most. It was a varied group in every way, and you could almost swear one of them had cat ears, like those cosplay accessories some people wore. Whatever, you weren’t judging. Crowley looked weirder, in your not-so-humble opinion. They were all on an elevated platform of some sort, likely indicating a position of authority. If this was really a school and not a cult, maybe they were the student council?

“Headmaster Crowley, where were you?” the shortest one of the bunch inquired. “We had to start the ceremony without you.” Oops. That was your fault, you supposed. It wasn’t like you could help it though, and technically Grim was to blame more than anyone. You just hoped no one would be too mad.

“Ah, yes, I had to take a bit of a detour. One of the new students had managed to escape their coffin, and their familiar went on a bit of a rampage,” Crowley explained, not looking the least bit apologetic. You could feel all the eyes in the room turn to you, and you pulled your hood down lower in response. You didn’t know how much of that vampire nonsense was true, but you really didn’t care to be sussed out as a human or an outsider.

“Very well,” the diminutive person replied. “As long as we can wrap things up now.” “Yes, of course, Mr. Riddle. Now then,” he turned to you, “Step in front of the Dark Mirror and say your name.” You weren’t too sure what this ‘dark mirror’ was, but quickly figured it to be the giant mirror in the middle of the room. Who would’ve guessed? Following instructions, you took your place in front of it and stared straight ahead.

There was a face in the mirror, surrounded by an eerie mist. It seemed vaguely familiar somehow, but you couldn’t quite place it. Even more so than Mr. Crow Man, it felt as if it knew something about yourself lost even to you. You stated your name, not wanting to be the center of all this attention any longer. What that was supposed to do you didn’t know, but the face hummed, as if it were thinking about something.

“This one is suited for no dormitory,” it stated at last. Ah, so the purpose of this strange ritual was to be some sort of rip-off Sorting Hat. Go figure. But what did it mean that you were rejected? “Their soul is clear and polished, not like the rest. And they possess no magic, not a drop.”

Well no fucking duh! Of course you weren’t going to suddenly develop magical powers just because you’d been kidnapped straight out of your bed! But you could hardly say that now. If these people really did have some sort of inhuman abilities, pissing them off was the last thing you wanted to do. It was better to keep your mouth shut and play along for now.

One could hear a pin drop in the room after the mirror’s declaration. It seems no one knew how to respond. Even Crowley appeared to be stumped; you’d assumed he expected you to have more to you than meets the eye, but you were one-hundred percent certain you were just an ordinary, human, college student.

“Ahaha,” Crowley’s nervous laughter cut through the silence like a knife. “Come now, child, we’ll discuss this matter further in my office.” With that, he grabbed you by the arm and began to unceremoniously drag you out of the room. Now you knew how Grim felt.

Speaking of Grim, it appeared they were finally tired of being dragged along. With a burst of bright blue flame, they broke through their restraints and began shouting fervently. “If that human doesn’t have any magic, then make me a student instead! The Great Grim will show you just how powerful he is!” he exclaimed, spitting fire all around the room.

Everything quickly devolved into chaos after that. You weren’t there to bear witness to it though, as someone gently took you by the arm and escorted you straight out of that mess. You were grateful, sure, but also very confused. You knew it wasn’t Crowley; that man likely couldn’t care less about your safety. Was it one of the students then?

Once safely in the outside corridor, you turned to verify the identity of your rescuer. He was a personable individual, that much was true. You were pretty sure he was too old to still be in school, but then again, people could start college whenever they chose. His hair was quite fascinating all on its own. It was mostly white, but where it parted off to one side, it was black, making for quite the contrast. That couldn’t be natural. He wasn’t wearing the same robes as everyone else either. That left you utterly confused as to who you were dealing with.

The man eyed you up and down, likely judging. “Hmm. I thought I’d caught the scent of a human on campus, but I didn’t think I’d be correct. Come with me, pup, and I’ll get you all straightened out.” That was it. No introduction, no explanation, nothing. But you went with him anyway. What choice did you have? At least he didn’t yank you like Crowley had.

The mystery man led you into what appeared to be an office of sorts, though there was some sort of giant metal pot in the center of the room. Because nothing could be normal here. He motioned for you to have a seat in one of the plush armchairs opposite the spacious desk. You obliged, more than happy to give your legs a rest after all that running.

Your savior took a seat at the desk, which you assumed was his. Perhaps he was a teacher here. That would make sense. He gazed at you for a moment, likely contemplating something. You returned his stare, not wanting to let your nerves show. You were well aware of your position here, and you were not about to make yourself any more vulnerable than you already were.

Finally, after a few tense moments, he began to speak. “I believe an introduction is in order. I am Divus Crewel, professor of alchemy here at Night Raven College. Since our dear headmaster has declined to do so, I will see to it that your needs are met while you remain here,” he explained. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but Crowley is utterly unreliable. As such, you should come to me whenever you have a problem, pup.”

You nodded along, shocked that someone was actually willing to help you instead of dragging you along or outright attacking you. You could get used to this. It would be good to have an ally here in this unfamiliar place. You wouldn’t completely bare your heart to the man, of course, but this was a start.

“Thank you, Professor Crewel. I was wondering if you’d be willing to answer a few questions for me, actually.” A few was a bit of an understatement, but you’d try to keep it to the essentials out of respect for his time. He gave the impression that he was a busy man.

“Go on, pup. I’m sure you have plenty of things to be curious about,” Crewel offered with a wave of his hand. You were grateful for his understanding. Crowley hadn’t exactly done a great job of explaining. That is to say, all you knew was that this was a school. “Um, first of all, what’s this about vampires?” Wow, way to get straight to the point. It had been your intention to ask more general questions about what was going to happen to you and if you could go home, but it just slipped out somehow. But as Crewel narrowed his eyes, you got a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that curiosity may have just killed the cat.

#twst vampire!au #twst vampire au #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland grim #dire crowley #divus crewel

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luvyunjinxo · 9 months

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Desperately need ningning smut :(

just hungry || ningning x fem!reader

CW: food play, not proofread, vibrator usage, sort of scissoring? (not really), both receiving

You were going insane. you were at work, so busy yet stressed out because ningning kept texting you things like "Y/n! I'm sick please come home quickly:(("

And it sounded like you could hear her saying that right through the screen. You finished up your work quickly, yet that wasn't enough for your boss. "Another sheet you need to print." you heard. You had to keep telling ning that she would have to wait an hour.

You got home, rushing to take your shoes off and ran through the slim hallway you guys had in your shared house. "Ning Yizhuo." You said in your head. You grit your teeth, obviously pissed off.

"Ning Yizhuo!! You told me you were sick and you look completely fine. I was so worried about you!" your face was so angry it showed, and to her it was funny & thought it was some type of joke.

HAHAHA, all you could hear from her mouth.

"You look like you need some rest baby." -N

"You said you were sick and I'm pissed off cause I was so worried."-Y

"No I just wanted you to come home quickly!" She giggled and started acting like a kid. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at her.

"Looks like you need a break babes .." You rolled your eyes once again, but this time instead of ignoring it she sat you on the bed. She started to unbutton your collared shirt and started to give you neck kisses in the spots that you loved. You still not questioning one bit, because you knew deep down you loved it and couldn't deny. Now unclipping your bra, she pushed you to lay on your back and her body was now in between your legs.

Her hand slowly reached out to grab the whip cream on the nightstand across your head.

"w-what are you doing n-ning?"

"I'm just hungry thats all." She shook the bottle of whip cream and applied it onto your breasts leaving you confused, but again didn't question what your baby was doing.

she then started to lick on your breasts subtly, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while she keeps licking and flicking your bud with her tongue.

"you taste so good love~" she moved onto kissing your stomach and starting kissing in between your thighs that she just spread apart. you were sensitive in between there, and she knew it. she took off your shorts and started to eat you out so good.

you started to squirm as you were close to coming but you wanted to last longer.

"baby wait stop, please I'm gonna cum and I-I wanna enjoy this with y-you." you got up to get the vibrator that was hidden under the bed, and turned it on to the lower setting.

you commanded ningning to lay on the bed and to spread her legs, and of course she gladly did. you sat in between her legs into a squatting position, holding the vibrator between both of your wet cunts. now you could both feel the pleasure.

you turned the setting up higher and you both let out a loud groan, ugh you were close to coming again.

"s-shit y/n I'm already close a-are you?"

"almo- fuck! .. almost-" ningning supported your hips and held them so you wouldn't fall back when you passed out.

"ning! i-i cant- hngh .. hold it!" without her permission you just came directly, and I guess so did she. ningning holding your back did no help, as you fell backwards and passed out anyways. ning got up and laid next to you while you both just cuddled.

"I should really pretend to be sick more often" she smirked.

"please dont baby. also what was that about anyways?"

"I just knew your boss was giving you a hard time. plus I was just hungry" she shrugged and another makeout session was created<3.

#aespa smut #aespa #fem reader #ningning smut #ning yizhuo #ningning #aespa ningning smut #ningning x reader #ningning x femreader #ningning aespa smut #anon thoughts #anon <3

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hanaruri-tunes · 1 year

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⚠️MDNI⚠️

Some quick Leviathan x reader. No trigger warning cause honestly it's pretty vanilla.

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Imagine Leviathan making cosplays for you à la "dress up darling."

He measures you thinking how lucky he is that he's allowed to get so close to you AND he's the only one who knows your measurements. He preciously keeps that sheet of paper where he wrote them down although he would never admit it to you because he's too scared that you'll think he's a creepy piece of shit.

Aside from the regular cosplays you ask him to make, he secretly makes some erotic outfits with those measurements "as practice", dreaming that one day you'll wear those. Not like it's possible anyway since you guys would never have the kind of relationship where you'll gladly dress yourself up like a slut for him... right?

As soon as you catch him red handed you immediately ask him if you can try them on. He freezes for a solid 20 seconds. Can you?? He would literally pay you to do it and yet he can have that for free?? You put them on and oh- you look gorgeous. You're wearing the kind of costume that can be borrowed in love hotels except the quality here is top notch.

Before Levi can understand what he's saying, he has already asked you if he can take pictures of you like this. You agree and not only do you agree, you also pose for him. Though he's still too shy, ashamed in asking you for a certain pose in particular so you just try to pose in as many ways as you can think of. Eventually, as you can clearly see the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, you ask him him if there isn't anything else he'd like you to do for him.

You caress his forearm then you go up to his arm, gently swaying him as he wishes he could rip all of his clothes off right now to feel your direct touch on his skin. Your hand finally makes his way up to his torso, playing with the area around his nipples. You make soft, hopeful eyes at him. Hoping that he'll break.

"Hm? You don't want anything else? Only pictures are fine with you?"

He gulps then shuts his eyes tightly, unable to make this request while looking at you in the eyes.

"P-Please suck me off..."

You chuckle, then immediately go down on him. You tease him through his sweatpants first, then through his underwear, caresssing him with your hand. And once it's out, you shamelessly take it all in. While he sits there on his seat, he can't help but throw his head back. Gasping, squirming and whimpering like a little bitch.

He tries to take pictures of you as you're sucking him off but it comes out all blurred as his hands keep shaking. Eventually he drops the phone, unable to stop his urge to thrust his hips into your beautiful little mouth. He gets up, gripping you by the leash and collar he made just for you, pushing himself further in. Back and forth, until the warm liquid makes its way into your throat, flowing boldly.

You keep drinking him as he whines at every swallowing sensation as your throat tightens up around him. He starts on mumbling and blabbering nonsense. All the stuff he couldn't say to you earlier because he was still playing polite.

"Y-You're so beautiful, even when you're in such a slutty outfit you're so cute and pretty and aghh please accept me pleasepleaseplease I'll do anything for you to keep wearing these in front of me hngh-"

He pulls out, realizing that he may have messed up big time. He apologizes profusely, feeling extremely awkward because of the "post-nut clarity" he's been suddenly hit with. He feels stupid and filthy for doing that to you but you reassure him. Telling him you'll look forward to more outfits.

He breathes a sigh of relief before looking at you up and down, his dick rising again. He clears his throat.

"So... c-can I fuck you?"

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me nightbringer #leviathan x y/n #leviathan x reader #om! leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan smut #hanaruri writes #it was supposed to be even shorter than this but I jdhdhzyd #sorz

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hoodzgyal · 10 months

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I feel like Hal is kind of nervous to be submissive? (Sorry this is kinda long erm..)

Idk, he kinda has the vibe of a guy who was like, SUPER repressed due to the guys he was friends with in college and highschool, like those annoying mfs who call everything gay or call guys simps in a genuinely derogatory way just for being nice to their gfs. I don’t think he acted like that but I def think it affected how he goes about sex in general because he has this idea that, as ‘the man’ in the relationship, he has to be dominant at all times. But he wants to be subby for you, he’s just afraid of being seen as less than for it.

I feel like the first time you peg him he’s practically sobbing, holding his legs up for you and wheezing for air because it feels so good, but he’s ashamed that he enjoys it so much. He’ll probably cum right then and there if you praise him, tell him how proud of him you are. Mommy may or may not be accidentally said just a few times. Just a few.

DONT EVER APOLOGIZE FOR AENDING ME LONG ASS SHIT OK I LOVE THAT WHNEJENS

ur so right ????? cries cries cries cries cries ?????

hal can’t help but feel kinda pathetic as he lays on his back, thick legs and ass lubed up and spread wide. he wrinkles his nose as he imagines what he must look like to you as you stand at the edge of the bed, fisting the pink plastic dildo strapped to your hips.

“hal,” you admonish, like you were reading his mind, “you’re not any less of a man because you like to get fucked in the ass by your girlfriend. say it.”

“baby,” he winces, blushing and hiding his face as the tip probes his tight ring of muscle, “don’t- mmhfm, don’t say it like that.”

“say it, hal.”

“i’m not- hngh,” he moans as you slowly drive your hips deeper into him, “i’m not any… less of a man ‘cuz i… mmmfffuck, mommy…”

“doin’ so good, baby. keep goin’,” you coo at him as you bottom out before giving his neglected cock a few lazy strokes.

“not any less of a man ‘cuz i like your dick in my ass, mommy,” he finally finishes, whining and moaning without restraint.

after you fuck him the first time he’ll be begging for it every two weeks or so, like clockwork. poor baby just wants a chance to let go and relax, let you do all the work.

KITTY IS MEOWING LMFAO I NEED HIM🥺😩😩

#— evie speaks #— evie’s boytoys !#hal jordan x reader #hal jordan x black!reader #hal jordan smut #hal jordan pls come fuck me #pls pls pls #um yes so #— evie dreams

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amandagardendee · 11 months

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Do not read if you arent into MPREG

This includes a somewhat graphic and unassisted penis birth.

“P-Pregnant?!” He cried at seeing the two lines on his pregnancy test. His wife simply smiled and walked over. “Yeeep.” “But I’m a guy! Wh-Where will it come out of?!” She shrugged, still smiling. “We always wanted this child.” He looked nervous. “b-but i didn’t think it would be me carrying it…” She hugged him. “Everythings going to be alright. I’ll be right here beside you the entire time.”

9 months had passed and she held up her promise. She was there for him through the entire thing. And it was amazing. She was so loving and kind throughout the entire thing. Though, there was one thing she wanted to do. She wanted to watch him push out his own baby by himself, and would only intervene if things went wrong. Of course they would have a midwife, but she wouldnt be in the room. He’d just give birth while she comforted him from the side.

“Huff, huff…” He anxiously waddled around the room, rubbing his swollen belly and his lower back: he was completely naked and his dick was abnormally large and erect. He had been laboring almost the entire day, and was still waiting for his water to break (wherever it would come out of). His wife was sitting on the bed smiled at him and photographing him occasionally. “Oohh…” he bent over the bed, gripping the frame and rocking his hips. He whimpered quietly and whinced as a contraction tore through him. His stomach had never felt so tight. He was so full and anxious to get this baby out. “Breathe.” his wife reminded him. He swallowed nervously and nodded at her, continuing to waddle and labor, until- “GYAH!” and *pop*. A mix of blood and water shot right out of his dick as he nearly collapsed in agony. “AHHH!!” he clutched his stomach and nealt down into a squat. “Sh-shit its coming- NGHH! out of my cock!” His wife perked up. “Interesting.” He screamed as he felt something hard and big slide into his dick, causing his already enlarged penis to become even bigger as a lump tried to pass through. “N-No! No no no I- HNNGHH I CAN’T! IT HURTS!” his wife smiled lovingly at him. “Push, dear. You can do this.” He grunted loudly, bearing down as he tried to move the mass in his member. He opened his eyes to see how mishapen his dick was. It was red and sore, with veins bursting as a watermelon sized lump was trying to squeeze out of him. “Oh fuck!” He cried in horror at the sight of his poor penis. “Augh…” He attempted to stand up and sit at the edge of the bed, lightly touching his penis. His wife watched him intently. “Go on then. Push out your baby.” He nodded at her and grabbed his dick, grunting and bearing down: the mass hardly moved. He felt tears pricking his eyes, his entire body drenched in sweat. He already wanted to give up. “I- I can’t! AUUGH IT WON’T MOVE!” He began to sob, rubbing his stomach and sore penis while moaning. “Cmon darling. You need to get it out one way or another. Push, hard!” He inhaled before pushing again, screaming as the mass finally began to move. He opened his eyes again. The mass was barely in the middle of his penis. “Good job. Push again.” He did so, gasping as the mas was near the tip of his penis. “FUCK ITS C-COMING!” He almost bore down again before his wife stopped him. “Hold on dear, don’t push. Your gonna tear. Breathe.” She cupped her hand over the tip of his cock, causing him to writhe in agony. “No no PLEASE LET ME PUSH! AHH!” The mass continued to move at a slower rate as he cried, trying desperately not to push. “Easy… there we go, its about to crown.” She removed her hand and replaced it with his. He gasped as he saw his babies head peeking through his tip. “Hngh.. A-AHh… Oh…” He lightly pushed and the babies head popped out, blood trickling out of his cock. “Good. Now push. Push out our baby.” He gasped and took both of his hands, cupping the head as he bore down again. “HNGH- AHHHH!” The rest of the body slid right out. “Oh! Oh god…!” He sobbed as hr fell back into the bed, holding their baby. “You did it.” His wife smiled proudly, taking one last picture.

#giving birth #birthing kink #mpreg birth #mpreg

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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I just had a silly thought and wanted to share 🍯

For flyboy, we know Jake can’t help it- he’s pulled to you. For him it’s literally always been you.

But you know who else has always known it was you? Javy.

I feel like you would have met him sometime in college or when Jake was going through Top Gun. The first night he met you, he knew Jake was head over heels in love with you and that he’d do anything to protect you. For you. And when he saw how you were with Jake? He knew Jake was that for you too.

And so started a beautiful friendship between the two of you.

If Jake had to come get you on a night out, Javy wasn’t far behind. If someone needed to carry you besides Jake for any reason, say a sprained ankle or knee or drinking, Javy would shake his head- insisting as he respectfully would scoop you up, ever careful of where his hands landed. If you needed a jacket, or something to cover up, if it wasn’t Jake’s- it was his. His devotion to Jake carried to you.

I literally don’t think anyone would be more excited than him when he found out about your engagement. He got Jake good and plastered and they were basically shouting YOUR WIFE YOUR WIFE all night- because he’d known how long he’d been waiting. Knew it was finally happening. You were the love of Jake’s life, the one. And Javy would always support him and by extension you.

Over the years you’d developed a great friendship too. Coyote was so respectful and devoted to both of you. Needed help around the house? Coyote would happily be there for you. Jake deployed and you can’t get the car to start? Gotchu. Getting a little drunk with Jake and then sitting at the counter eating cookies giggling and exchanging drunk Jake stories? He’s your man. Hyping Jake up? Y’all got this.

I just feel like coyote would be such a great friend to both of you and it would be so frigging cute and sweet, like he’s just so respectful of you. I feel like he’d give you a nickname the first night he met you like “the Mrs.” And every time he talks about you to Jake it’s, “how are things with the Mrs?” Or “what’re you doing later with the Mrs.” Or something silly that’s a play on you being his girl. I could also see him calling you Jake’s princess, or the princess

Just some cute supportive thoughts for this morning 💛 lots of love

Context: Flyboy

HNGH BABY. DID YOU READ MY MIND???????? BECAUSE I SWEAR I’VE BEEN THINKING OF THIS ALOOTTTT.

I didn’t feature Javy tooo prominently in Flyboy, but I swear my brain has recently been FULL of this and how Javy would literally be there / have been there as the most welcome third limb of that relationship!!!!!!!!!

(Ok I know I know - she met Javy for the first time in Flyboy 😂 so let’s treat this as a kinda AU; but after they met - DEFO THEIR HYPE-MAN)

If Jake is not around and Javy sees some guy hitting on you - he is there, putting himself between you and the guy. I have this scenario in my head where the group goes out clubbing some day after they get engaged, and Jake slips off to get a drink, and there is this guy, another pilot (who somehow doesn’t know you and Jake are engaged) hitting on you sooo casually, and Javy is there and watches it happen for a minute or two, and just goes “hey man, you might want to stop that”, and the guy goes “why, she’s your girl?” and Javy just laughs, and shakes his head and goes “nah, but she’s Hangman’s girl”, and the guy just goes w h i t e - because even if no one knows you are Jake’s girl, everyone knows (especially after that damn proposal) that Jake would do anything for his girl - and by extension, that Jake DOES NOT APPRECIATE PEOPLE HITTING ON HIS GIRL.

And and and, can you imagine getting SO involved when Javy is chasing / dating / into any girl? Wanting to meet her once things are good, and absolutely hyping him up the way he hyped Jake and you up. I live for it!!! Javy would reach a point where he just stares at you both and goes, “is this a meet the parents session guys?”

Yes, even before you were an item, he would totally be calling you princess (because let’s face it, Jake has always treated you like a goddamn princess), and there have been wayyy too many times, when he sees you walk into a bar / restaurant / cafe you are meeting the both of them at where he just shouts “Over here Mrs Seresin”, and it would have gotten you all flustered and groany, and only make Jake laugh gleefully. It would also have let Jake make an ABSOLUTE show (to his pleasure) of standing as you approach and curling an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek in greeting, going “well now, isn’t it my beautiful wife” or “hello mrs seresin” - and any service staff who heard it would have been like “what a cute couple” / “you’ve got yourself such a sweet husband” which would result in you getting verrrrry embarrassed; but the two men extremely gleeful. AAAND imagine if they happened one night, which resulted in a loooooong boozy dinner where three of you are happily wined up and drunk, and after that, while Javy slipped to the toilet, Jake just suddenly looks at you, and pulls you towards him so that your noses are inches apart and says “you know, one day I swear I will make you my wife” - you are also drunk, and the words register, but you just laugh it off going “Jakey, you are drunk” / and the next day you sorta remember it, but also can’t tell if you dreamt it or not. Lksjdjxjkzkxjzxzsj

GRANDMA DORIS WOULD ALSO LOVE HIM, and he would often get invites to her ranch with you both. Just imagine both of them strolling to lunch with you and Jake, Grandma Doris using Javy’s arm as suppport kdjslsajdajsdas. And she would also totally be nagging on him to find a great girl for himself <3

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shiroxix · 5 days

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What's peregrinari and who are the guys in it

Ohoho :ooooo-- an ask that was by no means prompted! So: Peregrinari is my homebrew 5e game that I need to think of a better way to describe because basically I just use 5e as the platter upon which Peregrinari is served. It's a long (been playing for almost 3 years and we're not done) campaign that deals with morality and religion in which you're helping puzzle out what to do after the fall out of a war of jealous gods. Most of the gods don't play a direct role in the story, so the characters learn about what happened through history books, which may or may not be correct, as is the flaw with all recorded history. I've ran it three times. The first group fell apart before the first section was done, the second group played for a few years and is now taking a hiatus, and the third group has been going strong since August 1st 2021. Each time I run it, I take elements the players have injected into the world and make them canon for the next run, so that each time I run the campaign, the world gets fuller. My first group added a few locations and factions that have stuck around. My second group added some jokes, religious subsects, and history that I now consider a core part of the game. The current group is the most curious, and while they've added a few locations and NPCs to the game, they have also forced me to delve MUCH deeper into a lot of the concepts surrounding the world, including the magic system, entire pantheons, and philosophies that didn't exist before they interacted with them. The problem is I don't really know how to talk about it unprompted? I am thinking about Peregrinari so often, and yet I have no idea how to organize these thoughts or present them in a manner that means anything? I'd love to talk about it more, but... idk where to begin. The world? The characters? The pantheon? The plot? The magic system? It's a lot and it's hard to like... break it into pieces. That is what Peregrinari is. As for the guys in it: there are so many. The group of PCs I have had for this campaign are amazing. I've had a transfem peacock aarakocra bard, I've had a warforged who had a gender crisis and literally rewrote their soul to reflect it. I've had a firbolg warlock come back from the dead as a paladin for their patron deity. I've had a man fall in love with the god who cursed him so that the god was remade in his image... like... hngh. TTRPGs are SO GOOD because it's watching people play in the sandbox you make and change characters you wrote irreversibly forever and I think that's beautiful.

#peregrinari #ask me about peregrinari!!#thank you for asking me about peregrinari!

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sabraeal · 1 month

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Minimum Distance, Chapter 2

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Obiyuki Trope Madness 2024, Championship: Undercover as Lovers

Feathers might settle on silk, but Obi’s heart is still taking flight, pounding in triple time as Doc takes her eyes off him, tipping back her chin to show off the spray of freckles beneath her jaw, right where the most delicate part of her skin stretches to cover her pulse. There’s a part of him that knows he should be worried about the man at the door, that he should already be composing a plan to get not only her but Ryuu out of this house, global lockdown or not, but—

But there’s another, louder part that sees an invitation. That got the fucking Save-the-Date from Doc anteing up that whole dance across the carpet and has some real opinions about just how well her skin would hold a mark. Who is really stumping for him to test some hypotheses about how freckles taste.

Telling it to shut up isn’t hard. Just another Tuesday here in paradise.

“Well…” Her neck stretches just a fit further, straining the limits of her voice, but she finally gets the door in her sight. Takes a minute one she’s got it to worry at her lip, leaving the barest, babiest dints behind, the kind he’d love to feel against his— “I guess I should go get that.”

Obi sits back on his knees, staring. She’s real confident for a girl who wanted to switch rooms one shower ago. “Doc, shouldn’t you— hngh?”

She wriggles, hips not just worming but also squirming right beneath him, and it’s doing something both wonderful and terrible to the wiring up and his brain. Real light show right where his lizard ancestors party down.

Doesn’t mean he was born her bodyguard yesterday though. Grandpa Gator might be personally projecting the world’s sexiest powerpoint presentation, but Obi’s already shifting, one of his thighs catching under hers, trapping it up between his knee and elbow. Gets her wrists for good measure too, both of them bound up in one hand, ignoring her surprised little whine when he pins them to the mattress.

That’s Bodyguarding 101 when it comes to Doc: can’t trust any of those little interested noises when he’s got his hands on her. Her interest in manhandling is purely academic; with only two geriatrics to keep an eye on her as a kid, anything more physical than a side hug registers as a novel experience. A real Only Child Problem.

Imagine that, being the only kid in the house. Absolutely buckwild.

“Wasn’t the whole point of swapping rooms so that you wouldn’t be getting any midnight rendezvous from that creep?” he growls, frustration itching just beneath his skin, deep enough he can’t scratch.

“Well, yes,” she allows, back flat against the mattress. She couldn’t be more thoroughly bed-bound if he tied her to it— which, god, he should really not be thinking about right now. Not when he’s got his knee between her legs and all that’s between him and skin is some skimpy teddy. It’s got the same sort of effect on him as a whole bottle of tequila: absolutely devastating for the parts of his brain involving high function, excellent for his circulatory health. “But there’s no problem now, if you’re here.”

There’s actually a bunch of problems— most of which start and end with his body’s sudden interest in showing off what sort of improvements this new three mile jog habit has made on his dick game— but there’s still the overhanging stuck in this dude’s smart house for the foreseeable future and we don’t know what his long game is. Short game, though, seems pretty fucking clear.

“Doc,” he hisses, leaning close enough everything but her eyes blurs, like that guy who painted haystacks for a living. “That doesn’t mean he won’t try to—”

“Um, hello?” There’s another knock, more insistent this time, and god, this guy might be some…pharmaceutical savant or whatever, but it doesn’t seem like anyone ever bothered to teach him how to read a damn room. “Are you there, or…?”

Doc’s mouth thins, her jaw getting that stubborn set it does when she’s about to haul off and jump out a window, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t even squirm under him, just lays there, staring up at the ceiling, brow all furrowed and—

And that’s why he doesn’t even see the pillow coming. He barely has time to register she’s slipped a wrist free— right through the gap between his thumb and fingers, the minx— before a pound of down feathers takes him right out. He keeps his grip, fingers locked around the only wrist he’s got left, but all his air being replaced with eiderdown doesn’t do much for his stability— a fact Doc’s all too ready to exploit, using their momentum to put him right on his back.

Damn. Probably should have seen it coming. Taught her that one himself right after that whole clusterfuck with Umihebi, along with a few of the less brutal takedowns in his repertoire.

Instead he’s left breathless, trying to win a wrestling match with the pillow over his windpipe— a fight he could win, if she wasn’t clambering down him the whole time, rubbing bits of her over parts of him primed to pay attention. A solid toss knocks the thing back— right in time to catch a flash of strawberry-print cotton as she dismounts, scurrying toward the door.

It shouldn’t do anything. Not when he could write his own dissertation on the classification of every shade and shape of bush. But apparently his dick hasn’t gotten the memo on that one, stretching both his credulity and his waistband before he slams the pillow over his crotch, adding a new shade of blue to his vocabulary.

By the time he’s got any mind to stop her, Doc’s already peeking her head through the door, telling number twelve of the Forbes Fifty Under Fifty, “Excuse me…it’s really late?”

“O-oh, Shirayuki. Yes, of course. It is late. Very late. It’s just, you see…” From this angle he can’t see the guy’s face, just the nervous fluttering of his hands, like two drunk birds trying to fuck their way out of chimney. “I think there may be some…misunderstanding? Are you, er…?”

Alone, that’s what this asshole is trying to say. Because that’s how he wants her: vulnerable. How all these rich jackasses seem to think she should be. And here he is, trapped on this bed as thoroughly as if Doc were holding him down, debating whether she’s in enough trouble to saunter up and risk showing off just what sort of heat he’s packing.

He stifles a groan. This is how it’s always gonna be, isn’t it? Finding some new way to live his life on the edge, no matter how cushy the gig is; as strung out on her as anything that came in a little plastic baggy.

“Am I…?” Doc leans out the door, her weight shifted over her feet-- the perfect way to be snatched off them-- and that’s enough to get him off the bed.

Big Pharma’s prodigal son had seen fit to provide every room with one of those cushy bathrobes, even nicer than the ones he steals from every hotel where the Big Boss sets them up, each one monogrammed with their initials in the nicest, curliest cursive. Obi doesn’t know just how this guy decided which of his aliases to use, but he’s glad to have something on hand that might do a better job of obscuring what gray cotton won’t.

There’s not enough time for him to be strategic about it— he just strings it across his shoulders and knots the belt over his waist, hoping velvet is heavy enough for even his circulatory system to struggle against. By the glance Rugilia gives him when he leans behind Doc in the doorway, all casual menace, before his eyes drop straight to his crotch—

It isn’t. But that guy still looks away first, flushed right past the collar of his stupid robe, so at least his dick’s overactive imagination has gone and paid off for once. Oh boy, just wait until Kiki hears about this one. Princess would put that shit right in the company newsletter.

“Want to explain what you’re doing here?” Obi hardly needs to fake the gravel in his voice. Doc might not have ridden him hard or put him away wet or anything, but it’s the closest he’s come in almost three years. “Standing around Doc’s door at the witching hour?”

“B-but…” Obi’s got a healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to these people with more zeroes in their bank account than brain cells in their head, but when Rugilia’s eyes widen, jaw going so slack he can see all the way back to his tonsils— well, he’s gotta say, it’s convincing. “But it’s supposed to be your room.”

Now it’s Doc’s turn to stare at him, and, well, that throws are few things about this night into perspective. Damn, too bad Master’s not still hanging around in the closet— he could use a reminder that Obi’s still a hot commodity. “So, you’re here for me?”

It’s flattering, even if this stick figure isn’t his type. Certainly the most aggressive come-on he’s had in a while. He might even think about it, if he wasn’t on the job. Sometimes a boy likes to be chased, after all.

“N-no, wait, that’s— that’s not what I meant.” Rugilia might be huffing and puffing now, glaring at the both of them like it’s their fault they found him caterwauling outside their door like a hard-up tom, but Obi doesn’t miss the way his eyes keep drifting south of his equator. “Oh, honestly, if you two want to— to! You could have just said you wanted a room together.”

Doc clears her throat, guilty. “We were, um…trying to, ah…be discreet?”

“Discreet? Whatever for?” He crosses his arms, flushed. “At least then I would have known to check the cameras before I came down to—”

“Cameras?” Obi asks, but it’s too late, Doc’s already barreling ahead with, “We haven’t told the company we’re dating!”

Rugilia blinks, eyebrows bumping blindly over his nose. “Do your departments really work closely enough that you have to?”

Doc’s looking at him, like he’s got his finger on the pulse of these fraternization regs for some reason, but he’s still stuck on— this guy really thinks he’s a lawyer. This guy looks at the scar cutting across his naked chest and the other riding high by his hairline and sees four year college. Sees another three years post-grad at least, internships, sees passing the goddamn bar—

“Anyway, I wasn’t coming here to be a…er…pest,” Rugilia continues, suddenly as confident in his bathrobe as he would be in a three-piece suit. “I had a favor to ask.”

Right, this guy came here for a reason. Even if it wasn’t to take advantage of the California King situation past this door, this guy is up to something. Something that involves Doc. “Listen, Doctor Lyon doesn’t—”

“Oh, ha! I didn’t mean Shirayuki!” Rugilia waves his hand, utterly disarming— until he fixes his stare on Obi. “I’m here for you, Mr Won.”

Well, he didn’t have that on his eccentric billionaire bingo card tonight. “Uh.” He steps back, making space. “Then come in, I guess.”

#obiyukimadness24 #undercover as lovers #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #minimum distance #modern au #ans #listen once i realized there was no way to tell this fic from the beginning i really though i would never come back #but here i am #adding to obi's suffering #maybe one day i will get to write the kiss he can't forget about #OR MAYBE NOT #but i love his voice in this fic and i'm glad i got the chance to write it again 🤣

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