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LITTLE RED ( nsfw ) — miguel o’hara + reader: an innocent walk in the woods to your grandmother’s, with your red hood and basket turns a little different than expected.

marks intended age gap. non con/dub con. dark!miggy. red riding hood au. kinda monster kink. primal kink. size kink wc 2.5k.

the whole town had heard the stories. a monster who lived in the woods. woods that parents used to let their kids frolic in, now turned into a desolate area everyone steered clear of. there were the occasional hunters who brought back food for their families, but they never travelled too far past the less denser trees. a horror story. that’s what it was. one kids told others to freak them out in the dark. the beast with claws, fangs, and blood red eyes. he ate anyone who dared venture too far. at least that’s the story the townspeople were going with.

“oh please, there’s no such thing as that beast.” your mother says as she tucks your hair into your hood. your hands clutch a basket, filled with breads and pastries that you insisted on baking yourself. “now, head straight to grandmothers cottage. no dawdling.” she speaks sternly, knowing how easy your attention can sway. you nod, adjusting the red hood around yourself. your grandmother was sick. ill to the point of staying bedridden. she hadn’t wanted to die in this dirty town, as she had put it. she wanted to die peacefully, alone in the woods. your mother was against it, but ever since you were young every argument had always been won by your grandmother.

you make your way out the door, as your mother calls behind you ‘to be back before the sun sets’. you raise your hand to acknowledge her words as you continue on to the edge of the woods. you could hear the distant birds chirping, the woods looking far less scary than normally portrayed. the way the sun gleamed through the gaps between the trees was actually rather beautiful. with a growing smile you skipped over a small running lake, the wood’s animals darting away from your feet.

you made it through the first section of woods with ease, your lips pressed together in a hum. but the moment you edged into the shadier parts of the bush and shrub the singing birds had fallen silent. your own soft tune slowed too, as you gazed around. most hunters stopped here, where the denser trees casted heavier shadows. grandmothers cottage shouldn’t be far. she had chosen a spot in the midst of the forest, as far in as she could make it, without being too close to the fast rushing lake.

you switched hands, holding the basket as your feet softly slipped past large twigs, the grass now a dark shade as the sun became blocked by the heavy leaves. you spared a look up, seeing less animals scurrying about in the trees, and even less on the forest floor. and that’s when you hear it. the faint snap of a branch that has you spinning on your heels. but the moment you turn you’re pleasantly surprised to see a small patch of sunlight, almost acting like a spotlight on bundles of flowers.

the gorgeous colours made your feet move, crouching down as you brushed your hand over the different petals, the worry from the snap gone entirely. “she’d love some…” you speak to yourself, thinking of your grandmother. along with the bread, some flowers would do nicely. a pretty touch. don’t dawdle. you could hear your mothers voice. “it won’t take long.” you say softly, as you fully kneel and begin to pick some of the flowers. “what brings you here, little girl?” a low voice has you pausing, hand midway from picking a tulip. you swiftly turn on your knees and gaze up.

there, standing before you is a man. no…your eyes dart down to his flexing hands. claws. you shift your gaze back up to his slightly shadowed face. and as he takes a step closer to you your breathing gets caught. fangs and red eyes. you stare at him, your body seemingly frozen. “well?” he asks, his tongue moving to run along his lower lip as he stares down at you. you rush to a stance, quickly looking around for your basket. “you make these yourself?” he speaks again, and you shift your gaze back to him to see him holding up your basket.

you’re hesitant to grab it off him, hesitant to even speak. “you’re a quiet thing, aren’t you?” his tone has shifted a fraction. his view of you originally being ‘intruder’, now instead…something else. something…small. something that smells so so sweet. “can you…can you give that back please?” your voice is so soft. almost like a caress to him. this only makes him tighten his hold on your basket. he keeps his eyes on you as he grabs out one of your pastries. he takes a bite as you hold back your protest. “mm.” he hums, still keeping those red eyes on you. “so…sweet…delicious.” he licks the small crumbs off his lower lip, giving you another view of his fangs. his eyes haven’t strayed from you. and the way he stated those words of praise. you had an uncomfortable feeling that he wasn’t praising the food. you carefully reach over, stepping closer to take the basket off him. “those aren’t for you.”

he watches as you near, letting you take the basket. he then leans down to your height, making your body stiffen. “what a shame.” his hand moves up to brush away a strand of hair, before his claw flips your hood down. he drags that same claw over you cheek, just feeling your skin. “maybe i’ll just have to try something else.” at first you don’t catch the look of hunger in his eyes, before his hand is drawing you closer by your neck. with wide eyes, you try and struggle away from him. “no, please, you don’t have to eat me. i’m…i won’t taste very good.” you try and persuade him, thinking him licking his fangs is a sign that he wants to kill you.

but he just chuckles, slipping that hand at the back of your neck, down your spine, making you straighten. his claws slip past your dress and coat, softly scratching at your back as he draws you closer to his large frame. “eat you?” he practically coos. “why would i eat you?” he’s still stroking the skin of your cheek, before he tilts your chin further up. “because…because you’re a…monster.” you tilt your head further back to get away from his grip, but he’s then picking you up, hiking your skirt along your thighs as you gasp and instinctively grab onto his shoulders.

“now that’s a little rude. you don’t even know me.” he says, claws nearly sinking into your legs, keeping you straddled around him as you do your best to try and struggle free. “i know of you. the beast in the woods. the one who eats those who trespass.” you breath out, gripping the material of his shirt tighter as you wriggle. his grip on you only harshens at your movements, as he manhandles you over his shoulder. you screech, your hits on his back doing nothing. with the fast flip, and the state that your dress was already in, your panties are now on display. cute, innocent panties that have easily captured the attention of the monster.

he tilts his head as he stares at your covered pussy, his mouth already salivating. “maybe i do eat those who venture too far into the woods.” he plays along with your fear, as his hand pushes your dress even farther over your ass. “no—“ but your words cut short when you feel two claws run right down the middle of your panties. your hips shift as you bite your lower lip harshly. “please…” your anger has dissipated, leaving you with only your fear. “begging already?” he coos, sticking his two claws right against where your entrance is. he can see the stain beginning to form. you’re soaked, and the sight makes his grip on you tighten.

he suddenly flips you back around, manhandling you onto the ground, where the shadows create a little nook. his hands are fast as he rips the cotton of your panties. “what are you—“ you try but choke on your words the minute the monster slips two of his fingers inside you. your legs shake as you push up on your elbows. the sound of his fingers going in and out of you is embarrassing. you grab at his wrist, your legs already shaking as you try not to succumb to the immediate pleasure you had begun to feel.

“n-no.” you breathe. “yes.” he breathes back, curling his fingers inside you. any further words are choked, as your lips part in a pathetic whimper. “aw.” he coos, now holding you down with his other hand on your stomach. “stop…no—god.” your pleas fall on deaf ears. “yeah…you’ll do nicely.” he hums, continuing to fuck you with his long fingers. too long, in your opinion. his claws scrap against your already sensitive insides, as you squirm on the ground.

your cheeks and nose are flushed, your mismatched breath almost egging him on. “stop squirming or maybe i will have to eat you.” those words have you pausing, fists clenching around the grass. “please…” you gulp out, stomach contracting. but all the beast does is finger you harder, pushing at your thighs so he can get a good look at what a mess he’s already made of you. and just as you’re about to cum, your legs shaking, he pulls away. this fact seems to make you squirm again, as he pushes you completely onto the ground, before fully hiking your dress up and over your breasts.

“i’m only inspecting you, sweetheart. not to give you pleasure. so, stay. still.” he speaks as his hands grab at your breasts, beginning to squeeze and fondle them as he pleases. he bounces them, while pinching your nipples, as you try to gulp down any arousal you still feel. “you’re a very pretty girl, aren’t you little red?” he hums, glancing at the red hood surrounding you on the ground. “tell me, why aren’t you some hunter looking to kill tiny animals?” he hums out as he keeps playing with your breasts, pushing them together, before circling your nipples.

through hard breathes you manage “i’m going to see my…my grandmother.” the monster grins. “with these breads? how sweet of you.” he coos, as he nudged your legs apart again, flicking at your clit experimentally, as he keeps playing with your tits. “i don’t usually get little things wandering into my forest. and certainly not this far in.” he then catches your gaze as he leans towards you. “now be a good girl f’me, and flip over.” he whispers, so close to your lips. after your pause he continues. “eating you is still an option. i haven’t had something delicious in a whi—“

but he’s cut off as you quickly turn around on the ground, his grip on your hips keeping them raised, as he grins. “that’s it…” you’re now pressed up against the grass, your ass stuck out for him as he taps at your pussy, making you jolt a fraction. “you’re rather tiny…” his tone gives away that he likes this fact, his fingers spreading your pussy lips as you then feel something hard pressed against your clit. you can’t see him, but can instantly tell what he’s about to do. you grip the grass again, looking for stability in this unstable situation.

from the taps of his cock against your pussy you can feel how weighted it is. the hint at his size making your fear accelerate. he then begins to push the head of his cock into your entrance making a small cry leave you. and once he begins to rut into you relentlessly, your body moving along the ground at his harsh thrusts, your mind turns dizzy. your lips parting as you claw at the grass, ripping out strands. “are you drooling, sweetheart?” he hums. “open your mouth wider, let me see.” he gazes at your face, pushed up against the ground, as he fucks you from behind.

you slowly open your mouth, as his fingers slip down and drag at the flesh of your inside bottom lip. “just as soaked as your cunt is, huh?” he then begins to play with your tongue, coating your spit over his claws and fingers. “making such a mess.” he coos, as his balls slap against your clit making a small whimper fall past his fingers. his free hand grips your hair, pulling your head slightly back as his cock goes deeper, making you cry out, drooling even more over his fingers. “how bout this…” he says, a little breathless from how well your hole is taking him. “your grandma can have your breads and pastries.” he glances at the basket, haphazardly thrown to the side. “and i can have you.”

he sticks his fingers further into your mouth until you’re practically gagging, your tits bouncing as he thrusts his hips into you. “that sounds fair doesn’t it?” he’s nodding, licking at his lower lip as he murmurs “dios…” you can hear his breathing change, showing he’s getting close. as his cock twitches inside you, he pulls out, bringing you around to kneeling by the grip of his fingers in your mouth. he holds your mouth wide open as he rests his cock on your tongue. “give it a lick, little red.” he’s so close. with drool coating your lower lip in a shimmer, and his fingers hooked inside, you drag your tongue over the tip of his cock, as his hips shudder, finally spilling down your throat.

he makes a mess of your mouth, your only solution being to swallow. you gulp down as much as you can, though some spill out due to the unwavering grip of his fingers in your mouth. he stares down at you, a new emotion behind his eyes, that says more than a passing hunger. he grabs your chin and leans down to lick the remaining mix of cum and drool off your lips. your mind is reeling, this whole situation feeling like a fever dream.

“i’m sure your grandmother is worried about you.” he hums, running his thumb over your chin and swollen lips. “you should get going. and don’t forget the pretty flowers.” his words are far too sinister to make you stand with a skip in your step. as he soothes your dirty dress down and fixes your hood, his cock away as if nothing had happened. he hands you back your basket, your shaky hands gripping it. “now run along, little girl. and please do remember to visit your poor, sick grandmother more often.”

it was a demand. not a suggestion.

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hobie likes to slap his dick on your cheek and jerk off while you’re supposed to be giving him head. his fat tip leaks pre-cum and he can’t help but wrap his hand around his dick and tap it on your slick lips, on your heated cheek, stroke it and watch you beg him with eager eyes to let you wrap your mouth around him again. but he knows you like the show, the visual of his ringed-hand wrapped around his pretty dick, glossy with spit and pre. he knows you like to watch him throw his head back and then find your face again, looking down at you with low eyes, the ones he gets when he’s feeling too good. the ones that drive you insane. he knows you like feeling absolutely degraded, and he gets off on it too. so he keeps going, keeps jerking off while you watch from you knees, keeps slapping his tip against your face, drunk off you, slurring “look so pretty down there, love, look fuckin’ perfect. y’like when i do this?” and when you nod, purring out a wanting “yeah”, he slaps his tip on your lips again, smiling, saying “i know you do, baby.” when he cums in white spurts all over your face, he just has to swipe his tip through it, swirling it over your absolutely filthy features, your tongue out and desperate for a taste.

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tongue piercing — hobie brown. based on this request — my heart, you ANGEL *crying* and god plssss i want this to be me *still crying*

hobie’s hands are tentatively at your hips, as you hover over, legs either side of him. “stay still…” you say, holding his chin, as he opens his mouth, before quickly closing it and giving you a look. “are ya sure ya know what ya doin’ there?” hobie asks, still barely touching your waist as he raises his brows. “i’ve pierced someone before.” you say, holding the disinfected needle, as your thumb comes to pry his mouth back open.

“a tongue peircing?” hobie asks, shifting slightly from underneath you. again so close but so far. you stay silent, making him completely grip your waist now, your shirt bunching up to reveal skin. “what? don’t trust me?” you ask, staring down at him. “o’ cause i trust ya…jus’…” he licks his lips, noticing the feel of your soft skin under his calloused fingers, his senses seeming heightened with you so close.

“just…?” you venture, eyeing him. you go to open his mouth again your thumb brushing his lips. “i’ll stick my finger in your mouth if you don’t open it.” you threaten. “that’s a bit erotic, babe.” hobie says with a tilt to his head, making you harshly pull it back to place. “you want a tongue piercing.” you all but state. “yes, i do.”

“and you don’t want a professional professional to do it. is that right?”

“thats righ’.” hobie grins.

“then why are you being so difficult?”

“cause ya lil distracting, luv.” hobie answers smoothly. “actually…” hobie pauses, his ringed fingers moving to put pressure on your hips, forcing you down, so that you settled completely on top of him. “hobie — ”

“well, hurry up.” he hums, opening his mouth.

“i don’t see how that made a difference…” you mutter, while in fact you very much noticed the difference. you could entirely feel him, and it made you gulp. you were just friends of course…nothing weird about this…

you slightly shift to get comfortable, making hobie’s grip on you tighten. you graze the needle over his tongue making him shiver. you were so close. “alright…now hold still…” you stay focused while hobie stays distracted. he could feel you too, through your flimsy shorts that you wore for sleep.

yeah…he could definitely feel your warmth, as the sharp end of the needle came into preparation. “now you have to promise me you won’t move. because otherwise I could seriously — ”

“i trust ya, luv.” he mutters out, you having left his mouth to let him speak. “well, i don’t trust you…” you mutter back.

he grins, his chest heaving a fraction heavier, as you lean closer moving to pry his mouth open. he liked the feel of your fingers practically inside his mouth, especially as you held his tongue, his spit getting all over your skin.

then you take a breath, piercing his tongue with one quick jab, making hobie’s grip on you become deathly. he then—as if to soothe the sting begins to rub his hands up and down your sides, under your shirt, as his head knocked back, muttering curses. “come back, i’m not done.” you say, ignoring the arising goosebumps, as you pull his chin down.

but as you added the bottom of the metal ball to his tongue, securing it, hobie’s hands began to wander. down, down, down your body, until he pushed past the band of your shorts making you stiffen. his mouth was still open, as you went to pull your hand away, when his teeth came gently down onto your finger. you met his gaze, your heart pounding as hobie began to move your hips along him making him groan. “h — hobie…”

you could feel the drag of your pussy, and so could he, as his full lips then wrapped around your finger, his tongue swirling around the tip, as his eyes closed in bliss. with a slight open mouth, your now wet fingers still close, he muttered. “i needed somethin’ to soothe it…your fingers are cold.” your breathing hitches.

“a — and what about…this.” you look down at your moving hips along his crotch. he chuckles, your fingers still in his mouth. “jus wanted to see how it felt.” his hands pressed you harder into him, forcing you to move quicker, making him pant around your fingers. “and it feels good…babe…mhm…so good.”

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v.01.10.23 day one: somnophilia / perv ( nsfw )

RESTRAINT — hobie brown: your roommate, hobie can’t help but steal small items of yours. everything you touch he wants to keep. so how would he react when he finds you in nothing but panties and a ridden up jumper, asleep by the couch?

marks somnophilia. noncon. pantie-stealing. perv!hobie. kinda delusional hobes. dry humping/grinding. fingering. cum tasting.

it was dark, you having long gone to bed. you'd been extra tired lately, hobie had noticed. you always appreciated his small gestures such as a pre-cooked meal, sometimes even just takeaways. but he always remembered to save some for you. he was always thinking of you. all you saw was kindness. him being a caring roommate, what more was there to it? a lot... a lot more was to it. because he hasn't just been thinking of you out of kindness, friendship. his thoughts of you reside mainly in his bedroom, late at night.

it started out small. little things that go unnoticed, like your winter gloves. it's not like you needed them in the summer. but it gradually grew to more...intimate things, like your panties or bras. hobie knew it was wrong, knew how disgusting his actions were. but when you left a basket full of your clothes, your panties resting on the top, how was he supposed to just ignore them? morals seem to fly out the window when you were involved. any excuse to get close to you. even if it's only close to the things you wear.

and now as he leant back against his headboard, thoughts of you already swarming his head, he grabbed out the thin material of your panties from his drawer. it was wrong. it was. but oh...god, did it feel so good. hobie's mouth opens in a slight pant as he begins to stroke his already aching cock with your panties, the fabric rubbing over him just how he liked it. he imagined that it was you, legs spread around his waist as you moved your clothed cunt up and down his cock. he also imagined the sounds you'd make, breathless, raw, and desperate. just as desperate as his fisted hand is acting now. up, down. up, downupdown.

the thought of you was almost like a drug to him. with his sweating forehead, he tried to quieten his groans. you were just down the hall, and here he was jerking off to the thought of you dry humping him. "oh, fuck — yeah — jus' like tha' luv, uh huh — doing so good f'me…" his murmurs of this and your name whispered into the dark of his room. to him you were already his. to him you did feel he same. it was only a matter of time...right?

it was the next evening when he walked into your shared apartment. he knew that you would be busy studying. most likely in the lounge. so, as he locks the front door, slipping his jacket off before he made his way there, preparing to make a sneering comment at how you're probably watching the tv instead of writing your assignment. but instead he stops, his words dying off almost immediately. there you were, head rested back against the couch, as your sleeping form was partially laid out on the carpet. but what made his breathing hitch was the way that your large jumper had ridden up way past mid thigh, now revealing your panties to him.

they were simple cotton. he shouldn't be reacting the way he is. but he just can't help it, because the sight of your bare thighs and almost seeable pussy make his pants strain uncomfortably. he calls your name, walking closer. if you would just wake up then maybe you can fix yourself, force him to look away. because with you being this oblivious, this vulnerable...he doesn't know how much longer he can go without touching you. it's been months since you two have moved in together. months of heavy restraint from hobie, and oblivious smiles from you. which too, have made his cock swell. practically anything you do will make him long for one chance to feel you.

and again, here you are. partially naked, asleep...unaware of hobie's nearing form and heated gaze. he reaches down, picking you up, as he places you back against the couch, resting your head on a decorative pillow. "did ya really have to fall asleep here?" he mutters to himself. restraint, restraint, restraint.

he brushes away a few fallen locks of your hair, watching as your face slightly twitches as you shift. though you stay asleep, oblivious to hobie's moving body. he had meant to back away, maybe get his frustrations out on an item of yours, but with your shifting, your panties are now on full display, and hobie can't seem to lift his hands away from their placement on either side of your shoulders. his breath is hitting your face, as he glances down at your bare legs, and the little bow that's stitched into the top of your panties. restraint, restraint...restraint.

his knee now rests between your legs, just for support. but slowly his leg begins to move up. and with your slightly restless shifting you brush your clothed pussy right up against the material of his jeans. hobie's lips part as he watches your expression shift. a slight furrow in your brows now. almost intrigued hobie pushes his knee further up, until your pussy was flush against it. a small sound escapes you as you shift again, this time your face morphing to one of pleasure. oh god, hobie wishes you hadn't reacted that way, because how was he supposed to back away and retreat to his room now?

his hands trail down to hold at your hips as he then begins to slowly move you up and down his upright knee. more soft and small sounds fall from your lips only egging him on. your subconscious likes this, which loosely means you do too...right? "yeah..." hobie mutters, looking down at the way your pantie-covered pussy slides up and down his knee. "...jus' like that...that feel good?..." hobie nearly nods to himself, his mind dizzying at the presented circumstance.

one more murmured sound leaves your lips and hobie has lost all, and whatever restraint was left as he grabs your thighs, widening them as he settles himself on top of you. once his clothed cock presses against your inviting pussy his breathing turns shallow. "fuck — " he mutters your name, licking his lips. "...'m sorry..." then he slowly begins to grind into you, mouth now open as his eyelids flutter in pleasure. his hands still hold onto your hips as he almost drives you up into him more. his breath is now by your neck, as he gets himself off on you. "feel so good...god, much better then ya clothes...i can feel how warm ya ‘re..." he's muttering into your neck. he thanks anarchy that you're a known deep sleeper. your studies must have really tired you out.

"i bet ya so wet, luv...ya feel like ya are..." he then slips two fingers into your panties, slightly glancing down as he runs them right up your slit, under your panties, nearly mesmerised by the feel of how much arousal is coating the pads of his fingertips. "'m only doin' ya a favour, babe....ya clearly need some relief." he's trying to find excuses for his actions because he knows that the one truth is that he's a just horny bastard who has a crush on his roommate.

you had begun to wake up at his ministrations, pleasure almost hitting you full force. whimpers bubble up in your throat as your eyes flutter open. hobie noticed almost instantly as he then pushes two fingers inside you, making you choke a gasp. he's desperate as he fingers you. in, out. in, out. you're soaked around them as he curls making the bubbling whimpers spill out, your mouth opening. "h-hobie — "

"shh." hobie leans back down to your neck, placing almost sweet kisses along your throat and by your ear. "it's okay, i jus' wanna make you feel good…" his tone is desperate but persuasive as he fingers you faster, deeper, making your head hit back, your legs nearly shaking. "fuck you feel so tight,” he mutters your name breathlessly. “...mm you smell so good. jus' lemme...lemme keep touching you...please, luv." the provocative sound of his fingers going in and out of you and your unavoidable moans are making your head spin, barely any thoughts beside his fingers occupying your brain.

"hobie..." you murmur. "oh, fuck — say tha' again. say my name again. come on, you sound so pretty saying it." god his words are utterly endearing, almost deceptive, as you near your high. "jus' lemme get a taste of you. jus' one taste." he thrusts his fingers harder into you, finally getting your legs to shake as you moan out the only word swirling around your brain. hobie. hobie, hobie, hobie. "f-fuck — " your mouth opens in a moan as the pleasure hits you, hobie's fingers still working in and out of you as you nearly cry out.

once your high begins to descent, your chest heaving, hobie's fingers still haven't let up. he's almost searching everywhere inside you, until he finally slows as your breathing stutters. he draws his fingers out, his own breathing mismatched as he brings his cum covered fingers to his lips. he sucks your remains off, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. "huh...i thought that would have helped." he mutters. "what?" you ask, staring up at him. he shifts his gaze back to you. "getting to try. at least once..." he licks his lips, pushing slightly at your thigh to reveal your ruined panties to him. "i think it's only made it worse."

"made...what worse?" you still don't really know what has happened, just that your body is buzzing. leaning closer to you, he traces your lower lip with his still slightly wet finger as he mutters. "i just wanna keep touching you, luv.” he leans closer, his lips ghosting yours.

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v.11.10.23 day six: voice kink ( nsfw )

hobie brown brainrot

whenever hobie is feeling needy, his hand rubbing at his clothed cock, he always picks up the phone to call you. now, you don’t know of his actual reasons behind the call, just that he wants to talk. hobie mostly asks you what you did that day. he always asks for the details, saying he’s interested. yes, even you walking the length of your apartment complex. because he’s not listening to your words but your voice. “hobie, you do realise that you don’t need to check in this often.” you say, as you open the fridge. “i know.” hobie hums, his hand slipping into his pants as he finds his aching cock. “i jus’ get so bored, luv.” his thumb stroking his pre-cum covered tip, his lips parting, as he leans his head back, beginning to stroke himself. you chuckle on the other line making hobie’s hips stutter. “come on, jus’ tell me bout ya day. i bet it was more interesting than mine.” he’s licking at his lower lip, pulling his pants further down as he continues to jerk himself off, needing to hear you speak. it’s the only way he can get off now. “i doubt that. all i did was shop, i emptied my fridge a little too quickly…” every word you say, every tone shift makes hobie’s breathing harder and his thrusts quicken, trying not to let his desperate movements catch your notice. and when he orgasms, imagining how pretty you’d look telling him about your day as you touched him, he hears your voice stop and then soften. “hobie…?” “fuck — yeah babe?” he’d curse out, trying his best to not get another orgasm out with you still talking. but that’s when your eyes expand as you finally catch on to what those sounds have been all along for the past few months…

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v.15.10.23 day eight: dry humping ( nsfw )

hobie brown brainrot

hobie is all sweaty as him and his band finish their performance. you had been in the crowd, smiling, clapping and nodding your head along to the music. girls beside you, all in clusters, were cheering while lowering their tops, some even with hand-made shirts that said ‘my boyfriends in a band’. quite a few of the girls had hobie’s face on it. you had learnt not to be jealous, knowing that they were just groupies, no matter how loud and provocative they could get. you focus on hobie, his ringed fingers tapping slightly at his guitar as he then scanned the crowd. stopping on you, he smiled, removing his guitar and jumping down from the stage. as he heads in your direction, you can hear a girl beside you say “i told you he’d notice me.” she brushes her hair behind her ear as she watches hobie near. you slightly shift your gaze to her, watching as she shimmied her tube top lower, waiting for hobie to arrive. that’s when you feel a hand grab your chin, turning your head back and towards your boyfriend, hobie. he doesn’t waste a second before kissing you, grinning against your mouth as he slips his hand into your hair, drawing you closer. hoots and hollar’s come from somewhere, while girls gasps and annoyed huffs come from right beside you. “hobie — ” you manage briefly against his mouth, but he just grabs your arm, not even noticing the other girls glances as he takes you back stage. he really doesn’t waste any time as he pulls you down onto his lap making a small squeak leave you. “hobie, what are you — ” he kisses you again, moving your legs to straddle him “move your hips” he mumbles against your mouth, his grip tight on them now. “i’m so fucking hard because of you, so move your hips.” at his tone you slowly begin to grind against him, his own hands guiding you as he nods, breathing heavier. “jus’ like that, luv” he kisses you again, as his own hips slightly lift up into you as you grind. his hands move under your shirt as he moves his lips to your neck, muttering about how you looked too pretty, and that next time you should wear a hood if you don’t want him to drag you back stage and make you ride him again. because the sight of you supporting his music always goes straight to his cock.

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v.17.10.23 day nine: primal ( nsfw )

RUN, BABY, RUN — miguel o’hara: you’re on the run. running from a man with claws and fangs. you didn’t mean to trespass, it was your friends’ idea. too bad you’ve now found yourself alone in the woods.

marks predator/prey dynamic. dubcon. sex in the woods. claws and fangs kink. reflecting on old slasher vibe. finger sucking. nipple play. fear play. slight blood kink. slight monster kink.

it was far too dark, and far too cold. you didn’t mean for your feet to stumble against the uprooted trees, in fact you didn’t mean for any of this. it was an innocent night out with friends. but god you shouldn’t have gone to that stupid cabin. you really shouldn't have followed your friends into the woods.

now you’re here, forced to run. you aren’t sure if you can even call this running. what, with your tripping toes, and hair array in front of your face. you were barely making it past the trees, your breathing, one out of a horror movie. then a twig snaps. no. please no. you try to quicken. there’s ruffles of fallen leaves.

he wants you to hear him. that much is clear. you don’t mean for your hands to shake, but at this point your body is on it's own path. you stumble, palms hitting against the ground as you groan, chest still heaving. you’re covered in dirt, clothes far from a quick wash. you try to stand, hopefully run again, but you know it’s too late.

reaching a large tree, you hit back against it, pressing your fist against your cracked lips to drown out the sounds of pain threatening to spill. then it’s silent. the only sounds being the whispering wind, and a possible rush of a faraway lake. the bark scratches at your back but you stay still. scared probably isn’t the best suited word here. you were terrified.

you pressed further against the tree, hoping that it’ll just swallow you whole. “you don’t have to run...” you freeze at the voice. because you had been running from a monster, something that had claws and fangs, and distinct red eyes. not a man. your brows furrow, as your hand fists the dirt. “you’re probably scared.” his voice is…comforting, and you can’t help but let your breathing slow.

could he possibly help you? does he know about the monster in these woods? you swallow down saliva, your throat dry. “who…who are you?” you ask almost a fraction too quiet. but he catches it, his steps nearing you now. “miguel…” he answers softly. closer, closer, closer. still fisting the dirt you manage to stand up against the tree. “are you running from the monster too?”

“i think the monster might have gone in the other direction.” he says. and oh now he’s close, his low voice reverberating through you. “i think…” he continues, and your breathing catches as his breath tickles your ear. you swiftly spin to face him, and your heart stops. because in the moonlit woods his most prominent features stand out. red eyes. he smiles. fangs… “i think that you are far too trusting for your own good, mi querida.”

you begin to shake your head. “no…”

he steps closer. you stumble back. he’s grabbing your shirt and tugging you forward. you try to escape. his arm loops around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his lips hitting your ear. “shh shh…you’re okay.”

“please, i—“ you choke out the words as you try to get your hands free. hit him. anywhere. but he has you trapped, arms locked tight against your body like a vice. his hand moves to stroke at your hair, his mouth open against your ear. a shiver runs down your spine at the claws you feel. he chuckles, low and mocking, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “i’m quite a offended actually. you think i’m a monster?” but his words don’t show sadness they show taunting.

“you are.” you try to hiss out the words, but they do you no good. “hm…” miguel hums, his tongue poking out against his lower lip, dragging smoothly against his fangs. then he leans closer. “why is that? is it my claws?” he raises his hand higher up your face, the tip of his claw tracing the sensitive skin of your cheek. he drags it down leaving a fading red mark, until he reaches your lips. he pulls on your lower lip, forcing your mouth to open.

your frozen, completely unsure on what to do and how to do it. his eyes seem to be fixated on your mouth now, his claw actually sinking in, past your lips and all you can do is let him. “you know, I’ve never found humans to be…pretty in any sense.” he says, now finding your tongue with his claw, stroking it slowly. “you’re all such a…disappointing species.” you want to gulp, but you can’t with his finger inside your mouth. though your subconscious doesn’t seem notice the intrusion as it forces you to swallow, your lips wrapping around his finger. miguel’s eyes immediately darken.

“but you…you’re at least a little prettier than them.” he keeps his low, taunting tone, as he then inserts another finger. “suck it.” he demands. your eyes slightly widen, and when you don’t immediately obey he pushes his two fingers further into your mouth making you nearly choke, as you wrap your lips back around them. you slowly, hesitantly begin to suck, swirling around his claws with your tongue.

“that’s it...” he murmurs, completely focused on your mouths movements. “yeah…maybe you aren’t so bad. much better than them.” the barely audible hitch in your breath catches his attention as his lips curve up, slightly pulling his now dripping fingers out of your mouth. “my friends—what—what did you do to them?”

miguel, ever so calm, tilts your head up again and with his wet fingers he begins to trace them on your collarbone. “not much.” he replies evenly, as he keeps his gaze on the invisible patterns he's drawing. “no—please tell me they’re alright.”

“they trespassed—“ but you cut him off, ignoring the cold feel of your spit gliding further down your chest. “i trespassed. i was one of the first.”

“oh it was easy to tell who was stickler and who wanted to actually trespass. you, mi querida, are far too innocent to want to invade someone’s home.” he says, tugging you closer, as his hand skips over your shirt to reach the hem, sinking up and underneath, making your back unintentionally arch. you had no bra on. it was late. you were planning to go to bed when your friends had proposed this now awful idea.

"your friends are the ones i dislike." miguel says, grazing a claw along the underside of your breast. you can't help but let your lips quiver, tears welling, as you force them down. "but don't worry, i won't spare the details." he says, still stroking your hair with his other hand. "i wouldn't want to taint what's already so...sweet." at that he engulfs one of your breasts with his hand, large and demanding.

"p-please." you try, still stuck in his grip. "please what?" he taunts, flicking your nipple with his claw making your body jolt. he hums at the reaction pinching and rolling the sensitive part of you between his fingers. "how sweet are you, i wonder..." he leans closer, now licking at where the wet trail, from his fingers still lingers. "ay, cariño...you taste lovely."

you're shaking, body already exhausted from the running. "are you going to...to kill me?" you ask shakily. for some reason that seemed like the only plausible outcome right now. your adrenaline is running out, and all you can feel is his touch and fear. you don't mean to sound so weak, but in this position it's clear who takes the role as prey. "aw." he coos, now pulling at your hair to force your head higher up, as his mouth nears yours. he’s switched to your other breast, pulling, pinching, rolling. fondling almost tenderly, experimentally. "kill you? now why would i do that?"

his breath is now practically in your own open mouth, as you try to hold down unwanted sounds threatening to surface. "why would i kill someone so sweet...so pretty." he says in an almost low whisper. then as his lips graze yours. "i've already had that kind of fun with your friends." you gasp as he suddenly lifts you up by your thighs, your back now pressed against the tree you were seeking shelter from, as he forcefully widens your legs, his groin pressed right up against you finally making a small sound leave your lips.

he chuckles, his claws digging into your skin. you were wearing stupid loose shorts. again, thinking it was only a small night walk, and that you'd be heading to bed soon. he easily bypasses your shorts, his claw pulling your panties to the side. you didn't hear the unzip of his pants, until you felt his cock running right up your slit, making you choke a gasp. "what—"

"shh, cariño...“ he hums, not caring for your shock or your pleas. “my my, aren’t you soaked?" he continues to tease your entrance with the head of his cock, forcing mixes of whimpers and whines to fall from your lips. "yeah, look at you, all wet f'me." he whispered this more to himself, as he harshly pushes you further up against the tree, completely sinking into you, stretching you, and making you exclaim in a mix of pain and something else. "mierda..." he mumbles, licking at his lower lip as he thrusts into you.

"oh—" you whine, head hitting back against the tree, as your body moves with his thrusts. animalistic as he groans. "i knew you'd feel so—so tight—carajo..." his grip on your thighs has tightened, most definitely leaving marks. your hands are gripped onto the material of his shirt by his shoulders, your body at complete mercy to him.

then his mouth is on yours. hungry, demanding, and full of authority. with his harsh thrusts, and protruding tongue you can barely think. you have to kiss back, it's all you can do. your lips wrap around his lips as you join his tongue. miguel briefly opens his mouth against yours. "atta girl…mm, what an obedient sweetheart i found."

before he's pushing harder against your mouth, devouring your tongue. then your body jolts against his cock, still working in and out of you. he had bit you. your lower lip now smeared in your own blood, as your breathing stutters. while his claw moves down between you to flick and fiddle with your clit, his tongue drags right across your lower lip, tasting your blood with an audible groan.

he doesn't hold back, ramming up into you, as he widens your legs impossibly until they ache. the pressure building in your stomach is almost taking over your brain, as you moan and whimper. "you're—you're too big—too much—" you manage in chokes. he makes a point to fill you up entirely, nearly making you scream. "come on now, take all of it f'me, dulce chica, that's it...you're doing so well...so well for a so called monster. was that what you called me?" he knows the answer. and as you bounce against his cock, lewd sounds drowning out both your ears, you mutter a "y-yes.”

"hm." he hums, now nipping at the skin on your neck and chest, almost glistening in the moonlight with a mix of spit and sweat. "good." he murmurs into your skin. and as you near the precipice of your release, hands now discolored from how tight you’ve been gripping him, you hear him mutter right into your ear. "don't go looking for your friends now...they won’t help you."

"no—i—" but you can barely speak. "keep bouncing on my cock." he all but demands as you had slowed in fear. and with the help of his grip on your thighs, he ruts into you, his own release now close. and when he reaches his high, muttering curses in spanish, your body is exhausted to the limit. and as he places your shaky legs back down onto the ground, a cruel glint in his eyes, he whispers. "if you don't want me to taste more of you...i’d suggest you run."

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boss, i have a question — miguel o’hara. ( nsfw ). amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. cheating. bj. innocence. secondhand embarrassment? finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

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Going without a bra in your spider suit because you only need to report to Miguel and then your changing so why bother? Completely forgetting that you have your nipples pierced, meaning Miguel can see the barbells and your nipples through the skin tight suit. He’s going feral: both because of the image of them and that someone else would have had to see your naked breasts in order to pierce them.

you were pierced where? — miguel o’hara ( nsfw ). oml—hfndkkkdkkem.

miguel was busy, staying distracted with the nearing mission as he listened to lyla. but the moment you walked in, all suited up and ready, his hard gaze and body simultaneously tensed and widened. because what were wearing? your spider suit, yes. but it was what was poking through that caught miguel’s attention. his eyes grew fixated on your tits as you walked in alone, and oblivious. he quickly waved lyla away, jumping down and stepping closer to you.

“what are you wearing? or should I say…what aren’t you wearing?” miguel speaks slowly, and lowly. you glance down at yourself. he’s seeming to really focus in on the fact that your nipples look pierced — the metal bars poking through. you had chosen not to wear anything under your suit today. it was only going to be you and miguel. you glance back up at him. “what? it’s just you this mission.” you say, thinking it’s about the ‘no bra’ situation. but miguel isn’t focusing on the fact that anyone else could see you, because someone else has seen you.

he steps much closer, his gaze hardening again. “when did you get them pierced?” he asks, his teeth grinding. you look down again. “oh…” you drift off. “a few days ago.”

“a few days ago?” miguel reiterates harshly. “and you…what? didn’t think to tell me?”

“well i was gonna tell you. i am telling you. right now.” you smile, and miguel’s lips twitch in a snarl. “no no, you can’t just decide that.”

“what do you mean — ” but your words are dying off because miguel is now breathing over you. his towering position actually making you gulp. “who did it?” he asks.

and his almost calm tone is making your breathing increase. “uh…someone who does piercings…” you say, eyeing him. “look, miguel, it’s not that big of a de — ”

“who. did. them?” miguel interrupts, his red eyes nearly making you flinch. “i didn’t catch his name.” you mutter, moving to bypass miguel. “now, don’t we have a mission — ”

miguel’s hand is now tightly wrapped around your upper arm, halting your movement. “his?” he asks slowly, as you move to step away again, only earning miguel to yank you back into his chest, as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “a guy pierced them?” he double checks the fact that is making his claws itch to sink into something. “a professional did.” you point out, grabbing his wrist to remove his hold.

when he doesn’t shift you instead decide to quickly lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips as a small distraction. that gives you a moment of looseness in his wrist, for you to take his hand away, but then miguel is slipping his hand to the back of your neck, drawing you back in for a more heated kiss. his lips drawing you even closer as he nearly snarls past your teeth, tongues clashing.

but then you’re drawing back and miguel has the urge to sink his fangs into your bottom lip, because why were you moving away?“miguel, we’re working.” you quietly say, darting your gaze around as if you’d see gaping spider-people. but miguel is leading you back, the empty office exactly that. empty. his hands are now purchased around your waist, pulling your lower body against his.

“are you sure you can’t give me a name?” miguel has started placing sloppy kisses along your jaw, as your back hits the wall. “hm?” he’d ruin the guy who touched you. he needed something to sink his claws into with all this pent up jealousy. “i told you…i didn’t catch it…it’s not like we grew close — ”

“but that’s exactly what you were.” miguel interrupts, grabbing part of your neck and jaw again as his breath hits your slightly parted lips. “…close. he was especially close. touching you.” his fangs are now visible with how much he spat the words. “that’s what they do, miguel.” you try to console.

“he stayed professional — ” he keeps cutting you off, mouth now up close and open against your own. “but they’re mine, cariño…mine to touch, mine to play with…” his clawed hand moved to trace over your spider suit covered nipples, feeling the metal bar, as you flinch a fraction.

“aw…” he coos. “they feel hard, cariño…” then he’s leaning towards your ear. “were they hard for him?” you shake your head. but miguel persists. “of course they were. i know how sensitive you can be. and by someone touching them, you would have started to feel…hot…down here…” he runs two claws down your stomach and over your pussy, making your hips shift.

“…isn’t that right?” your breathing is shallow, as he goes to rub experimentally through your suit, his lips now re-attaching to your skin, drawing the edge of your suit down to lick at your neck, making your pulse quicken. “next time you want help involving things like this…” his claw dragged back across your nipples. “…you’ll come to me.” he grabs your chin again, forcing you to agree. “won’t you?”

you quickly nod, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. miguel’s lips finally curve up in a smile. “but since he got to see you all flushed and turned on…i get to see you writhing and spread open under me…that’s sounds about right, doesn’t it?…yeah.” miguel moves your head in a nod, before his hand is dropping back to your throbbing pussy. “there’s a good girl…”

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Toxic Night

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Warning: Not For Minors. Dark content, 20+ , some spoilers? drama, angst , toxic love/hate , sex, usage of marijuana , burning out blunt on skin , mentions of megumi and tojis past , reader is a off and on fling of tojis, both toji and reader are pretty toxic in this.

toji . f x black fem reader

The smell of weed and sex filled the room , along with came a tense filled silence. A silence Toji knew full well the meaning of-- yet he couldn't get used to this. A woman putting Him out, keeping it straight to the point with him , and brutally honest. This was different though , this woman was Grown. You knew every dark part of him and couldn't stand him , still there was this gravitational pull drawing you two to each other. Whether it be love or lust you couldn't handle Toji's past prior. His choices. His actions.

"You know I have no excuses for myself". Toji breaks the silence.

You blow smoke into the air , watching it fill the room as the smoke dances along the moonlight shining through the window curtains, before turning your head to side eye the scarred lip man. "And that's what makes me dislike you even more". You respond as you remove the cover from your naked form needing to let your body feel some air.

Toji sits up on the side of the bed with a deep sigh before grabbing for his boxers and pants off the ground. "I didn't have any other choice and you know that".

You scoff. "You always had options when it came to that boy Toji." You reply, already taking another drag from the blunt.

After getting his pants on and buckled Toji looks at you and rolls his eyes, obviously bored and over this conversation with you. "What about me not being ready to be a father do you not understand?".

She sits up in the bed straight and looks at him. "Is that gonna be your excuse every time for why you tried to sell your child?". You raise a brow blowing smoke into his face.

Her words cut deep. It struck a nerve even. Toji looked down at the floor rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb lost for words, silence enveloping the room again. The man could feel tears wanting to well in his eyes, that makes him chuckle softly as he thought about his ex-wife for a brief moment. A devious smirk begins to form on the left corner of his mouth , scar adding to his handsomely crooked looks. It was as though your words had gave him a good slap to the face.

Toji walks over to your side of the bed and leans into the hand holding the blunt slightly whilst looking into your eyes invitingly. "May I?". There was a dark lithe in his tone, using his charm to his advantage. He knew you weren't good at keeping eye contact with him when he was like this, so you passed him the blunt.

A mistake.

Toji takes the blunt from her and plants the lit part of it right onto her bountiful exposed breasts.

"The fuck is wrong witchu!" You shout and shriek in pain as your instincts kicked in, reaching out to hit him only to be met with a strikingly tight grip to your wrist, the sorcerer now inches away from your face with the most serious expression you've seen, Toji's other hand pressing and twisting the burning blunt into your flesh.

"I am not a good man. I didn't have the opportunity to learn how to be a father besides the one time that I did, and she died. I thought I was making the right choice. So, watch your mouth before speaking on me and my son.

Toji lets go of your wrists before picking his shirt up off the ground throwing it on and walking out the door, leaving a disheveled, bleeding, speechless you behind.

a/n: OKAY. soooo I honestly don't know why this song made me think about this kind of scenario? It made me think of two things a toxic sexy kinda scene and this right here lmaoo. but idk it's like i had this story more fleshed out than the sexy plot? soo and then like i wanted to add some sexual tension in this since its been awhile since i've dropped something, i hope i gave some of thaaat. I Hope ya'll like it too, let me knooow xoxo

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Toxic Night

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toji . f x black fem reader

"You know I have no excuses for myself". Toji breaks the silence.

Toji sits up on the side of the bed with a deep sigh before grabbing for his boxers and pants off the ground. "I didn't have any other choice and you know that".

You scoff. "You always had options when it came to that boy Toji." You reply, already taking another drag from the blunt.

She sits up in the bed straight and looks at him. "Is that gonna be your excuse every time for why you tried to sell your child?". You raise a brow blowing smoke into his face.

A mistake.

Toji takes the blunt from her and plants the lit part of it right onto her bountiful exposed breasts.

Toji lets go of your wrists before picking his shirt up off the ground throwing it on and walking out the door, leaving a disheveled, bleeding, speechless you behind.

a/n: OKAY. soooo I honestly don't know why this song made me think about this kind of scenario? It was just giving me like late Atlanta nights , big windows with the big slide away curtains , just toxic drama toxic love kinda vibes I was really trying to give that. like this dramatic , subtly intense , subtly sexy , feel.

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Is it too late to ask for worick walking in on nic eating u out but he doesn't notice until after he made u cum pls👀💵

WORICK AND NICOLAS HAS ALWAYS BEEN BY EACH OTHER SIDE. From Nicolas slaughtering Worick’s abusive father to Worick teaching the twilight how to read. Worick isn’t afraid to let let the city know that a lot of things Nicolas has learned, he has taught him. It’s always been just them two until Alex entered their lives. Even then the relationship between the three just altered slightly. Worick always thought about the possibility of Nicolas getting into a relationship. After all, a man did have needs. He just didn’t expect Nicolas to fall so hard, so quickly. It was Nicolas Brown. The harsh twilight that wasn’t afraid to spring into action if he had to and had an even sharper attitude. It still took Worick by shock seeing Nicolas huge stature soften as his battered arms wrap around your waist to pull you in for a hug after you signed ‘I was so worried about you’ to him. Worick hated to admit that he couldn’t be suspicious of you, Nicolas turned into a pool of putty at the sight of you. At that moment both Worick and Alex knew you were here to stay. Adding another member to the handyman crew.

It was so wrong to watch, it was an invasion of privacy to even listen in the lewd moments of your moans bouncing off Nicolas walls. However, Worick just couldn’t pry his eye away. Moon shining in the gloomy night skies as night time settled in the city and Worick seem to be interrupting something between his closest friend and his girlfriend. It was as if his feet was glued to the ground as his watched as Nicolas hands grasped at your plump thighs. Fingernails digging into the flesh of your nails spreading you so delicately just so he can taste you some more. The pornographic wet sound of you soaking Nicolas face could cause any man to let out a weary sigh imagining that it was him. Worick’s footsteps creaked just at the peak of your orgasm. Mentally cursing as he stumbled forward embarrassingly pretending that he accidentally walked in. Despite being a curious cat and listening in on the intimate moment.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know—” His back instantly turning around, cheeks stained a crimson color as he could hear the couple behind him shuffling around.

“Nic knew you were there.” You would huff as you were tugging on Nicolas’s shirt. You would walk by Worick, “Think he gets even more turned on when you watch. Have you two done this before?” You asked as your eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

“Maybe.” Worick responded giving you a charming grin before he’s winking at you.

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initiation

Worick Arcangelo x Reader x Nicolas Brown

I got this idea completely at random at 3 am and I needed to write it down immediately, and now here we are

The category is ✨an impromptu threesome with your roommates✨

His hands settle on your ass as you straddle him and he tugs you closer, smirking up into you with an intense kiss before he breaks away and turns his head to look over at Nic. “We said we’d share,” he sneers. Nic rolls his eyes, signing something incredibly vulgar before he wraps your braids around one of his hands and yanks you back to his mouth. “Agreed I’d go first,” he mumbles before claiming your mouth again.

Content Deets!: afab!reader, black woman reader, she/her pronouns, reader is not described other than having braids, unprotected PIV, blowjob, cunnilingus (briefly), fingering (briefly), dirty talk, degradation and praise, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, nickname (angel), name-calling (slut, cockwhore, cumslut), no y/n usage

Title: Initiation by The Weekend

shoutout to @chosoist and @indiecursor for introducing me to GANGSTA. and being the indirect causes for this out of pocket horniness. thanks friends ✨

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This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your relationships with them individually and collectively did not really seem capable of holding the weight of what was happening, what was going to happen. But it’s a runaway train now. There’s no stopping it, from the moment Nic brushed his knuckles along the line of your jaw and tugged you into him.

You were just minding your business, reading a book on the couch in one of Nic’s henleys. He seemed grumpy about it when he saw you in it this morning, but it’s not really your fault; you’ve been gone for a couple months working a job outside Ergastulum, and in an effort to save wardrobe space, your clothes that Worick didn’t fit and subsequently couldn’t steal were packed in the little space above the bookcase in the living room for a while and got miserably dusty. So of course you have to borrow their stuff until Nic finishes washing your stuff.

So it’s not your fault that the shirt Worick loaned you was one he stole from Nic. You could tell just by looking that the pants Nic is currently wearing were a drapey, oversized pair that Worick ‘borrowed’ from you two years ago and never gave back, so you don’t feel bad at all. You do feel slightly bad for walking around without pants on, but again, he’s doing all your laundry and until it’s done in a couple hours you’re stuck. You didn’t really feel like putting them on anyway, and aside from that, you’ve known them and lived with them on and off for 10 years; you’re not walking around with anything they’ve never seen before.

Nic’s the last person you would have expected this from though. In all this time he has just never looked at you or talked to you in that way, so you freeze in place when you feel his lips on yours, your fingertips brushing along the worn back of the couch the three of you are currently sitting on.

He takes advantage, slipping his tongue between your lips; he’s a good kisser, you think idly, as your fingers tangle into his tank.

Nic smirks against your mouth, breathes out a soft laugh, but you barely have a moment to enjoy it before you’re yanked backwards and land with a surprised huff in Worick’s lap.

Worick, on the other hand? Of course, but that’s just who he is and always has been the entire time you’ve known him; a chronic but ultimately harmless, fucking flirt. But even with all of that in mind, this is still surprising behavior from him too. His hands settle on your ass as you straddle him and he tugs you closer, smirking up into you with an intense kiss before he breaks away and turns his head to look over at Nic.

“We said we’d share,” he sneers. Nic rolls his eyes, signing something incredibly vulgar before he wraps your braids around one of his hands and yanks you back to his mouth.

“Agreed I’d go first,” he mumbles before claiming your mouth again. You’re sighing against him, melting between them before your brain processes what they said and you’re pulling yourself away from Nic to squint down at Worick, your fingers curling into the collar of his (formerly your, you can tell by the silver thread) button up, suspicion obvious on your face, shivering as Nic’s lips find your neck and he bites down on your skin.

“So you two discussed this?” You hiss, jolting; Worick smirks, grinding his hips up into yours again.

“Last time you left,” he presses a breathless kiss to your neck and Nic mirrors him on the other side, biting and sucking until you’re hot all over, a kaleidoscope of bruises forming on your skin, the pretty wisps of his long blonde hair tickling you under your chin. “We missed you, angel.”

You’re kind of annoyed with yourself, at how quickly your brain is fried barely seconds into all of this. But Worick’s a professional, and Nic’s clearly no slouch either, so you can’t be blamed for immediately turning into putty in their hands.

“Don’t I get a vote,” you gasp. Nic’s fingers squeeze and tweak your nipples and you shudder all the way down to your toes, grinding into where Worick is absurdly hard for you, causing a hiss to slip out of his mouth.

“Seems like you already made your choice,” he laughs. When you don’t respond right away, trying to keep yourself from whimpering too loudly, Worick pulls back to take you in, his brow furrowing, the blue of his good eye suddenly sharp and analytical. He reaches down and grabs Nic’s wrist, pulling his hand away from your chest. “We can stop, you know. No harm done, no offense taken, angel.” You don’t even hesitate; you lean into Worick and seal your mouth over his; he lets out a moan and you smile, sliding your tongue along his. Goosebumps erupt across your body when his hands land on your waist and brush up your back to pull you closer in.

“Are you wearing my shirt,” you murmur. Worick snorts.

“S’mine now,” he says.

And when Nic starts to pull away from the two of you, you catch his wrist and turn to look at him, his gaze doubtful as you search his face.

“Where’re you going?” You say, signing as you speak, and you tug him toward you and kiss him too.

Worick’s fingertips trail down your thigh and you shiver when Nic shifts closer; he’s a little more hesitant than Worick is, gentler, but when you kiss him back in earnest, he pushes back fast, eager, kissing like he wants to consume you.

You bite down on his bottom lip, and he groans, pulling you closer, until the back of Worick’s hand slaps lightly against his elbow and the two of you turn your heads to look at him.

“Get to it, Nico,” Worick signs as he speaks. “Don’t wanna keep the lady waiting.”

Nic sighs and rolls his eyes, but shifts off the couch to kneel behind you, and his right brushes up your body, slow, gathering the fabric of your (formerly his, you’re keeping it now) henley, his left raising your arms so he can yank it over your head. He tosses it to the ground and has your bra unclipped and slipping off you in a flash.

Worick’s hands find your tits, and you hiss as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, pinching and squeezing the other. Nic turns your head toward himself, and pulls you back into another kiss that makes your toes curl. It’s usually chilly in your shared living space, but you already feel beads of sweat sprouting along your shoulders as you’re sandwiched between them.

“Turn around,” Nic mouths against your lips, and you do, awkwardly shifting and readjusting yourself in Worick’s lap, never once breaking your kiss. Worick’s hands go to your tits immediately, picking up where his mouth left off. Nic kneels fully in front of you then, and you take the hint when he pokes your hip, lifting yourself up until Nic’s able to reach between you two and pull Worick’s pants down. His dick slaps against your ass, and you jump, pouting as Nic’s lips part into a smile. Cheeky fucker.

Someone’s hand comes down and pulls your panties aside, fingertips slipping against where you’re criminally drenched for them. Nic nudges you, biting softly on your bottom lip, and you open more for him, moaning into another hungry kiss; you feel Worick’s knuckles brush the bare skin of your ass, up and down, over and over again until you arch your back, feel the heat of him nestled between your cheeks.

Nic’s free hand finds your hip, Worick’s hand finds the other side as he sits up, and they both squeeze and pull you upward.

“Sit back on it,” Worick murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your spine. Nic nudges you back, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against yours, and you do. You and Worick are vocal, him hissing, you a groan muffled into Nic’s mouth, as the tip of Worick’s dick splits you open and they push you down, slow, inch by agonizing inch. No wonder he has so many clients; he’s so big you feel like you’re being pulled apart from the inside. Your jaw goes slack as he fills you up, as the two of them press your hips down to take him.

Your thighs shift open further to make more space for him, and for a split second you consider begging them to let you sit back up, to prep you, but you don’t want them to, not really. Nic’s swallowing your whimpers, his eyes steady on yours as he works your clit, so you’ll open up for them a little more; Worick sounds like he’s too far gone to even consider pulling out.

He cants his hips up, shoving himself further and deeper into your tight wetness, and the two of you grunt in unison. Nic pants, rubs your clit so sharply you squeeze around Worick and he hisses and sinks into you further, faster—

“Fuck,” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as you focus on Nic’s eyes again, watching him lean away to watch your lips. “Too much.” He laughs; before you can process what he’s doing, he shifts forward, chest pressing against yours. His hand finds your lower back, fisting into your panties, and he shoves you into Worick’s lap, slamming your thighs down against his.

You can’t help it; the tip of Worick’s dick jams hard against your g-spot and your pussy reacts accordingly, squeezing around him as you let out a low, sustained whine, burying your face into Nic’s neck as your orgasm crashes into you.

“Fuck…did you come?” Worick croons; his hands dig into your hips again, and he groans as he grinds into you. “So fuckin’ tight. Can barely move in it. Been a while, angel?”

“Fuck off,” you try to breathe through it, try to let yourself come down, but Worick keeps pressing into that fucking spot, and fucking Nic’s mouth is working down your jaw, to your chest, to your nipples, and he sucks them, sharply, his tongue flicking at the bud—

Worick thrusts up into you again, sending any coherent thoughts flying out of your head, hitting that sweet spot that makes your breath catch viciously in your chest, and you plant your hands on his knees, lifting and rolling down onto his dick to meet him.

“Just like that,” he grits out. “Fuck me just like that, angel.” The need begins to climb in your body again, fast; Worick’s hands are squeezing your tits now, driving himself into you, and Nic’s right arm finds it’s way around your waist, pulling your back into a nasty arch and the two of them tilt you up and bring you down, faster and faster, Nic working your clit so sharply you’re squeezing the fuck out of Worick’s dick, the two of them keeping you positioned at the perfect angle, giving you just enough leeway to twist your hips and bounce, the sound of your ass slapping down against Worick’s pelvis getting louder, and wetter and faster and faster—

“G’na come again, fuck I’m—” The heel of Nic’s hand presses hard into where Worick’s dick is bulging in your lower tummy and you fucking scream, you can’t help it, can’t help the way you go still and break.

It occurs to you, as you convulse around Worick's still-hard dick, as you dig your nails into Nic’s hair while he dips low against you to suck your clit, to send you crashing into another wave of fucking ecstasy, that they had to have sat down and planned this. It’s all too coordinated.

A shiver erupts across your body when Worick’s hand lands on your spine, nudging you forward, breaking you out of your reverie, and you tilt down, disoriented, until you notice Nic sitting on the edge of the coffee table, staring at you with this look in his eyes, his (formerly your) pants open and unzipped, dick hard and red at the tip as he strokes it. He taps your chin, and you part your lips immediately and take him in, preening as he lets out a loud, choked off moan, his hand snaking into your braids again. Your mouth is not your pussy by any means, so you may be off, but based on the way that Nic’s already stretching your jaw…you squeeze around Worick in anticipation, your fingers digging into the fabric stretched across Nic’s thighs to ground yourself, and get a sharp slap on your ass for your trouble.

They find the rhythm so easily; Nic rolling his hips slow into your mouth, holding your head in place, giving you just enough space to breathe between strokes; Worick’s hands squeezing your ass, rocking you up and down both dicks, you riding the momentum, moaning and tightening around them.

“Such a slut,” Worick sighs. “Didn’t take long to convince you. Must’ve been thinking about it just as long as we have.”

You whimper, humming around Nic’s dick and his hand tightens in your hair, shoving you further down until you’re just gagging on it for a split second, your body tensing up in every direction.

“Damn,” Worick pants. “Nico says you liked that. Is that right, you little fucking cumslut? Just want us to keep you here forever, filling up all these tight, pretty holes?” His thumb brushes against your asshole, light and so soft, and you jolt, whining, throwing your hips back sharply—

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Worick grits out. “Can barely take it…oh shit—”

Nic’s free hand splays across your back again, his fingers hooking around your waist and he picks up the pace, fucking Worick with your pussy, fucking himself with each hard thrust into your throat—

“She’s close again,” Worick moans. “Fuck, she’s squeezin’ me again, I can’t fuckin’— fuck, oh fuck—”

He rocks up to his feet, bends across your back, shoves you down into Nic’s lap, and thrusts into you, the crown of your head slamming into Nic’s stomach until he leans back and his dick slips from your mouth.

Worick pants against your neck, one hand around your hips, the other between you and Nic, pressing hard into your pelvis, fucking hard into you, rocking sharp into that spongy spot that makes you scream against Nic’s chest, makes your toes curl, makes your eyes roll back as you clench down around him and come again, drenching Nic beneath you.

He’s whining in your ear, you don’t even know what, as he plants his hands on the table, on either side of you both, and drives you up the front of Nic’s body, rocking your tummy against Nic’s hard cock, until he spurts deep inside you, his tight moans muffled into your shoulder where he’s biting down hard on your skin.

Nic doesn’t waste time; when Worick sits up, the two of you hiss as Nic drags you up toward himself and Worick’s spent cock slides out of you. Worick chuckles softly against your ear, helps you find your balance on your feet, and tugs your panties down and off your legs, the two of you watching Nic shift back on the coffee table. Worick pushes you forward when Nic settles, and you climb on top of him, letting him shift you into place, and he slots the tip of his dick against the creamy, sloppy mess of your cunt.

“She’s fuckin’ good, Nick,” Worick hums from behind you a moment later; his arm wraps around your waist, and his hand drifts down to your clit, working it slow as Nic pushes into you, not letting you flinch away when the press of him is on the edge of too much. “No running, angel.” Nic’s hands squeeze so tight around your hips you can feet the bruises forming.

You thought Worick’s dick was a lot? Nico’s a fuckin’ monster; even with all those mind-breaking orgasms softening you up for him, you still feel a tear slip from the corner of your eye as his dick cleaves you even wider open.

“Can barely fit,” Nic mumbles, hissing, and Worick strokes your clit with a little more pressure, the hand wrapped around your waist coming up to squeeze your tit, his lips finding yours in another slow, passionate, intense kiss, then kissing further down your throat.

“Roll your hips,” Worick whispers, and you do; Nic slips in deeper, and it’s like he’s jammed in the back of your throat again, you can feel the veins on his cock as he shoves tight against your g-spot, kisses the entrance of your cervix. “Was his idea, angel. Give it to him good, yeah? Thank him.”

Worick’s thumb finds your clit again and you cry out, digging your knees into the wood beneath you, and you bounce, slapping as hard as you can against Nic, sobbing out with every with deep, hard thrust.

‘It’s too fucking much,’ you think, frantically. You’re not gonna make it, but you can’t stop. You’d rather die chasing this high than fucking stop it.

“Can you feel her, Nic? Feel how tight she gets? Pussy all messy and wet. You were right. Still such a mean little snatch even with sloppy seconds.” Worick’s hand squeezes around your jaw, and he drags your head down from where you had it tilted back in ecstasy, so you’re staring at Nic under you, covered in sweat, abs flexing under your hands, teeth sunk so deep into his bottom lip he’s drawing blood.

“Damn…we got you like this?” Worick murmurs. His eyes go to Nic for a moment and the two of them look so pleased with themselves it makes you wanna die. “You ever seen her like this? All fucked out? Wish you knew how hot you look right now, angel. Don’t look as mean as you usually do. Just needed some hard dick to adjust that fuckin’ attitude—”

“Fuck off, Worick,” you hiss. Nic’s fingers wrap around your throat, fast, and he smacks into you harder, canting his hips up, exploiting the leverage.

“Cockwhores don’t get to talk back,” he slurs. Fuck, you know he just felt you clench around him, you’re never gonna live this down. Your vision’s going hazy; you can barely think of anything else, just at the magnificent press of Nic’s cock, the filth purring out of Worick’s mouth, the way he’s playing with your clit, squeezing it in tandem with how Nic’s holding your neck as he strokes into you, heavy and steady, fuck—

Worick’s laugh rings cruelly in your ear as you come again, whimpering and shaking between them; you can feel the second wet, sloppy mess you made on Nic, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps grinding hard into you until you’re on the edge again, and it hurts too much to keep going.

But you can’t stop.

“Beg,” Worick breathes. “We wanna see it.”

“Please,” you sob, needy and watery. Nic snarls, his strokes going staccato and shaky. You’re both so close it hurts, you can taste it, you’re chasing the pain— “Please Nico, fuck me harder. Can’t take it anymore…!”

Nic responds accordingly and pulls you closer, to put your weight on top of him, flush against his chest, his gaze locked on yours, his hand buried in your hair, daring you to look anywhere else.

“Should’ve known you were a nasty little slut the moment we met you,” Worick whispers in your ear; you whimper and the corner of Nic’s mouth curls. “Fuckin’ come again. Not gonna make Nico wait for you, are you, angel?” He squeezes your clit just as Nic rocks up into you g-spot again and your vision goes fucking white; you’re sobbing as your orgasm takes over, utterly pulverizes you, scrapes every single nerve ending you have completely fucking raw with how it drowns you in pleasure.

Nic lets out a painful moan, shoves hard into you and you feel him burst deep inside, hips pumping tight, needy strokes, like he can’t stop.

You can’t feel or see anything, for a long stretch of minutes or what feels like hours. But when you come to, you’re still sandwiched between the two of them, sweaty and sore and sticky and hot, and you’re marveling at the fact that your old coffee table hasn’t given up on the three of you yet, even after all that activity.

After another quiet stretch of minutes, Worick tilts his head up from your back and waves his hand in front of Nic’s face to get his attention.

“How’d she taste?” Nic’s hand comes up to his mouth, and he signs…something; he’s saying you’re delicious or that you’re…calling for help…? Either way, you feel your face get hot and Worick chuckles. “Fuckin’ knew it. Told you.” You swing your arm back and weakly smack his shoulder.

“You had your fun, stop talking about me like I’m not here,” you huff.

“Fine,” Worick sighs; he sits up then, and he drags you off Nic’s body. The two of you hiss as he slides out of you; you know he did that to get back at Nic for earlier, but damn, do you have to be collateral damage?

Cold come slides down your leg and you shiver as Worick lays you out on the couch, but he doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he’s pushing your thighs open again and pulling his hair away from his face. “S‘time I shut the fuck up anyway. Needta see if you’ll squirt again.”

You let out a loud needy moan as Worick’s lips wrap around your clit, but before you’re too far gone, Nic, still splayed out on the coffee table and catching his breath, grabs your attention. He raises his arm, another toe-curling smirk already spreading across his face.

I’m next when he’s done, he signs, and his hand drops to his already half-hard dick. Worick groans; slips his fingers inside you and presses so deep you squeeze around them, your legs shaking on his shoulders.

Yeah, it’s very new, uncharted territory, but you could definitely get used to this.

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♰ pain reliever — okkotsu yuuta

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 2 - vampire!yuuta

your vampire boyfriend can't resist the taste of you during a certain time of the month

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, smut, period sex, vampire!yuuta, cunnilingus, blood drinking, slight teasing — 2.2k

a steady ache in your abdomen pulls you out of your previously deep sleep, the dull throb increasing with every second. it’s the middle of the night, and your eyes are still heavy with exhaustion, the back of your eyelids burning when you try to squeeze them shut once more.

though, no matter how many times you flip to the other side, the pain won’t subside, not even a little bit. you’re left curling into a ball, glaring at the emptiness of the dark.

beside you, the bed is empty, though that wasn’t unusual for the middle of the night. still, it would’ve been nice to curl up into another body, to feel your boyfriend’s large palm rub over your stomach, in the hopes that it would ease the cramps.

you shift onto your stomach and check your phone, already missing yuuta. it’s just a little over three, but there’s no messages from him, no indication as to where he’d gone for the evening.

you contemplate calling him; but when your finger hovers over his name, you click your phone off and sigh. they’re just cramps—nothing you can’t handle on your own. this time of the month had come and gone a hundred times before. you just need a heating pad and some pain reliever, and that should be enough to lull you back to sleep.

with eyes that are half-shut, you lazily slump towards the door, feeling far too much like a zombie. the floor is cold under your bare feet, and you shiver, picking yuuta’s sweatshirt up off the edge of the bed to throw it on.

the moment you open the bedroom door, a wave of overwhelming perfume assaults your senses, the mixture one of every fall aroma. it combines into a cloud of smoke and wax, and its too much, far too much. the smells nearly have you choking.

in the living room, there are thirty different flames lit, spread across the surfaces. they illuminate the room with a haunting glow, showcasing yuuta, who sits in the corner of the sofa, contemplative.

“yuuta?” you say, calling out his name. he clenches his jaw but keeps his eyes forward. with his acute hearing, he’d probably heard the breath you took when you woke up, and every movement you’d made after that. “the candles are giving me a headache, baby.” your eyes begin to water from the smoke in the air, and one by one, you start to blow them out.

“no!” yuuta exclaims, and when you turn, his irises are darker, wide as they watch you move around. “leave them.”

you frown, but blow another one out as yuuta squeezes his palms to his side. his back goes taut, straightening as tension stretches him thin.

“it’ll just make me nauseous.” there’s a sour taste growing in your mouth, a pain in your temple. you reach for the final three candles. they aren’t as strong, but they still fill the air, a culmination of pumpkin, vanilla and coffee. “i started my period.”

yuuta’s eyes flash as he watches you bend over to blow out one of the candles, your lips puckering, before you move to the last flame. his gaze is careful, considering as your little exhale extinguishes the fire.

“i know,” yuuta says, grabbing your wrist before you can blow out the final flames. his dark locks are loose, falling over his paler skin as he licks his lips. a sharp gaze pins you, tracing from your forehead to your chin. “i could smell you all the way from the bedroom.”

you blink, swallowing at his predatory eyes, the way his pupils darken, sharp white canines curling over his lips. it’s easy to forget, truly, how dangerous he is. he’s sweet and caring—not like the vampires you’ve seen in the movies—but he is, still, a vampire.

yuuta lures you in, inching you closer until you’re beside him on the couch, your breath the only sound between you. “i thought you were…” you trail off, a part of your voice cracking. “didn’t you go hunt?”

it seems like a strange word to say, but you couldn’t think of a better one. you suppose, at the end of the day, he is more of a creature than a man. his instincts ones of bloodlust, ones that he has to fight against every moment that he’s with you.

“couldn’t leave,” he says, his voice coming out clipped. “tried to, but i just kept thinking of your sweet blood. tastes so good.” his hand rests on your thigh, fingers rubbing small circles near your hip. “are your cramps getting bad?”

you look at him from under your lashes as he licks his lips, pushing you backward slowly, until your head hits the arm of the sofa. the palm on your body is cold, but it does little to cool your heated skin.

“it hurts,” you finally nod, breathing heavily as he smiles, sympathetic to your pain.

“let me help,” yuuta inches a finger into your waistband, slowly dragging down your shorts. his tongue darts out across his lip, hungrily, like he might have trouble controlling his urge to devour you.

you swallow. when you still him with a touch to his wrist, he simply cocks his head, curious, his fingers still resting between your shorts.

“get a towel first,” you say, but the request is ignored. he slides the shorts completely off, lowering his head. “you’ll make a mess.”

yuuta ignores you, salivating as he kisses from the crevice of your knee, up your thigh. he inhales deeply against your hipbone, the strong aroma of your arousal and blood almost too much for him.

bowing his head, he presses his lips to your cunt, licking you through your panties, lapping at the spot of blood that had already begun to stain there. “i don’t plan on wasting a drop, princess.”

a stuttering breath leaves you, and your head falls back as yuuta kisses you softly over the cotton. his tongue flicks out, warm and wet, licking a stripe through your folds. the thin piece of cloth sucks into them, blood seeping through.

“yuuta,” you whine, impatient he takes his time with you, his long fangs catching on the flimsy underwear.

“don’t want to go too fast.” finally, he glances up, stares at you with hungry, black eyes. yuuta drags your panties off, but he’s far too slow, teasing you. “you know how much i love sucking the blood from your pretty pussy, hm?” his voice comes out in a near growl, and his grip grows tight around your knees, spreading your legs further. “wait for it all month.”

he runs a tongue over sharp white teeth, hungry at the sight of you spread out, bloody and bare, just for him.

“even when it hurts?” you ask in a small voice, but yuuta smiles, his thick eyelashes fluttering. his dark lips curl at the corners, more mocking than kind, drinking you in.

“it won’t hurt for long, love.” yuuta kisses the inside of your thighs, licking every inch of skin he can manage to get his tongue on. “besides, you get turned on so easily when you’re bleeding.”

he pushes his tongue against your entrance, curling over your wet arousal. the kisses are with such care, reminiscent of the sweet boy you’re used to loving, the one who stumbles over his words and still flushes hot when you kiss him. though, that familiarity only lasts for a moment. once yuuta gets a taste of you, his hunger doubles.

he sucks, hard, his lips around your clit, the pressure sending a wave of desire through your body. you reach down and grip his dark locks, in any attempt to guide him within your thighs. though, you’re under yuuta’s control completely, and he licks deep in you, gathering the clots of blood onto his tongue.

“fuck,” he hums against your cunt, his nose nudging your clit as he curses. the vibrations of his words shake you, and instinctively, your thighs try to squeeze together. but yuuta is stronger than you—much stronger—and he keeps them spread apart, fingers leaving tiny imprints on your skin. “you’re so sweet. so good for me. never tasted anyone like you before.” he praises, but its hard for him to speak as he fucks his tongue into you, lapping at your juices like its the nectar of gods.

you can’t think of anything to say, and a soft whimper leaves your lips, the sound of his name barely audible with your exhale. yuuta’s fangs are smooth against your hot body, almost soothing as he runs his tongue along your folds.

“i’ll make the the cramps go away.” he says. yuuta’s been replaced by a much cockier, confident version of the occasionally awkward vampire. his fangs gleam as he looks up at you, and your eyes flutter shut, hardly able to focus on the sight of him sucking at your bloody pussy. “promise, princess. it’s the least i can do when you keep me so well-fed.”

you nod, humming, but the sound is lost as yuuta dives back down, the blood coating his lips, his nose, dark against his chin. he takes both your thighs and throws them over his shoulder, reaching deeper in your hole as you moan, far too sensuously for the silent room.

“yuuta—” you start, but you don’t remember it feeling this good before, you don’t remember pain ever being taken from you so easily. the words die, and you begin them again. “your tongue—”

he smiles, tightening his grip as he sucks faster, harder. “feels better?”

“almost,” you say, breathless. “it’s… not enough.”

yuuta groans, but he pulls back, licking the blood off his lips. “course it’s not,” he says. “so greedy, sometimes.” he presses, small, quick kisses across your thigh, teeth grazing the skin, and slides a finger into you; then another.

his fingers are long, far longer than his tongue, and he stretches you, your walls sucking them right back in. with a gasp, you squeeze your thighs around his head, but yuuta just sighs.

“please,” he says, teeth against the soft skin of your thigh. “please, can i?”

he’s close to begging, even though you’re the one who’s desperate, and you nod, needing him to curl farther into you, to reach the spot that’s deep within you. the sounds grow louder, lewd as his fingers sink in and out of you, so thick within your tight cunt.

yuuta bites you, then, sinks his fangs into your thigh, and you nearly scream, arching up into him as you start to tremble.

his usually white teeth stain a deep scarlet, and he groans against your body, pulling back to watch you. “want you to cum for me, nice and hard, okay baby? we gotta get rid of those cramps.” he drinks from your thigh again, and you’re so close, not even realizing that you’re thrusting your hips up to meet his fingers as he goes inside you.

“y-yuuta” you say, taking two hard breaths when he abandons the open wound on your thigh, and returns to sucking your clit, rubbing you with just enough force. the ache builds up and up, and you’re right on the ledge, about to fall over, his name leaving your lips once more in a cry.

“that’s it,” he says, pumping in and out of you, graceful and heavy. “oh you’re so pretty, you know that? i’ve lived for centuries, and in all that time, i’ve never seen anyone look as perfect as you when they cum.”

you break then, squeezing his fingers as babbled words leave your lips in a moan. your entire body shakes, convulsing as you reach blissful release, and you slump back on the couch, your head hitting the arm rest.

yuuta slides his fingers out of you slowly, and then he sticks them in his own mouth, licking every drop of your blood and juices from his hand. his eyes are blown wide with lust, hazy and dark as he drinks you up.

“i can’t get enough of you,” he says, his voice so hoarse that the words are almost nothing at all. “my sweet little human girl.” yuuta doesn’t move, but he’s so lost in the taste of you, even as his cock strains hard against his flannel pajama pants. “just right there for the taking. a warm body full of the most delicious blood. mine.”

you pull him close then, needing to kiss him, feeling his hard teeth bump against your own. he tastes metallic; it’s not as good as he makes it out to be. still, if it drives him crazy, turns him into an absolute addict from just the scent of you, you’ll gladly give him every drop he wants. a smile graces your lips as he groans into you, licking your mouth.

“yuuta?”

he pulls away for just a moment, blinking lust-blown eyes. “hm?”

“my cramps are gone.”

tags: @satohruu @cha0thicpisces @kissesmellow21 @sukiischaotic @hinata7346 @annoyingpainterprincess

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btw this was going to be a toji fic and then he lost the poll ... i did not know there were so many yuuta fans following me

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2dhimbo-mp3 · 4 months

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I read this thing about how lovely it is to jack off a shy boy and the whole time I was thinking about Yuuta Okkotsu, so was wondering if you could write reader giving him a reach around? Please and thank you. n3n I think calling him a good boy and hearing his whimpers would be amazing

Oh man, you're totally right Anon, that would be so cute.

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handjob, praise kink, whimpering, cum eating, shy!Yuta

A/N: Is there such a thing as a shyness kink? If there is I think I have that, I think shy people are super cute.

Shy!Yuta yelps when he feels your hand on his cock. He didn't think you'd notice his hard-on if he was quiet. But you did and you decided to do something about it, right now, which he didn't expect given his surprised expression.

Shy!Yuta tries to keep his voice down while you fish his cock out and start stroking it. There's no real reason for that, it's just the two of you alone, he could be as loud as he wants. He always was more on the quiet side though. You really hope to change that.

Shy!Yuta is too flustered to tell you to go faster. He would take any stroking pace you're willing to give him, the man isn't that picky really. Still you can tell on his face that he wants something, he should really ask you for things more often.

Shy!Yuta wraps his hand over yours and shows you the pace he likes best. Still he doesn't say a word about it, keeping it to whispers and moans as you stroke him faster, the broader, longer strokes that make his eyes roll back every time your warm palm rolls over his leaky tip.

Shy!Yuta can't even muster the courage to tell you how good he's feeling right now. All of his praise are half-words and half-moans. He can't even keep his eyes open fully, they're hazy and watery, half open watching as your hand goes up and down his cock.

Shy!Yuta rolls his hips into your hand when it stops moving. He's begging, wordlessly, for you to keep going. His cum is already dripping down your hand, he just needs a little more, a few more strokes until he's finished.

Shy!Yuta finally uses his words when he feels your breath on his sensitive cockhead. He's finally come to a point where he can't take it anymore, he has to ask you to keep going. Or else... or else he's gonna lose his god damn mind.

Shy!Yuta lets his eyes roll to the back of his head as you start stroking him again. His grip is strong on you, his words once again not understandable but at least he's letting them out, being vocal and telling what and how he needs it.

Shy!Yuta chokes on air when you praise him while licking all of his cum off his cock. This is his reward for being honest with his desires. He should really do it more often, come out of his shell a bit more, it's gonna get him even more rewards of he does.

Shy!Yuta is blushing so hard right now and even more when you kiss the tip of his cock right before swallowing all of the cum that you licked off it. He can't look you in the eye anymore. So he doesn't see the kiss coming when you place it on his lips.

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2dhimbo-mp3 · 4 months

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okay. listen y’all I wasn’t a yuta guy at first yknow I wasn’t a yuta girly likeee I liked his character but I didn’t rlly…care for his looks n stuff at first like I didn’t rlly think he was all that cute but I was very intrigued by what he was gonna bring to the show , who he was , him being gojos student etc etc

BUT LIKE….👀😗. i don’t kneeooww I’m starting to see it now yall like I GET IT. and it’s not only because of the most recent episode and just seeing him now (maybe a little bit) but I think I might’ve overlooked him in the movie. like…he’s actually KINDA HANDSOMEEE LIKEEE why he a baddie tho fr. likeeeeee he’s cute asf ngl and him just being such a soft gentle manly man is just soo MMMM. *chefs kiss* MWAH SO FUCKING GOOD.

#jujutsu kaisen #yuta okkotsu #yuta jjk #yuta jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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2dhimbo-mp3 · 6 months

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Midnight Visitor

warnings! not for minors!! , bondage , size kink , petnames , he/it pronouns for slendy , reader is more on the afab gender neutral lean , pussy slaps , reader is a monster lover obsessed and on a search for slendy , tendrils a lot of em , exhibition (they are outside in the woods) , lots of teasing , clothed teasing

You stood before the towering pale slender entity in awe , petite frame meek and powerless against the tendriled man. Even looking up at him wasn’t enough for you to fully see him , he was just so—— long. You gulp in nervousness and excitement it was your first time seeing the , slenderman. You’ve had a thing for him for a while , it was something about his size that fed your fantasies , but you’d never thought actually going out into the woods would lure him out tho , and now that you’ve got his attention on you. You had no clue what to do with yourself before the man.

“Tiny one”. A deep voice called out to you from the mouthless man above. You had looked up at it like a doe eyed deer , fiddling with your fingers to calm your nerves , pet name making your heart jump. The faceless being could tell your affections just from how you’ve got yourself out here alone , your pretty little face , the way you gawk at him , how shy you are , and that smell.

A black tendril erupted from his back , making its way to latch unto the back hem of your shirt , lifting you up and placing you down into the palm of his giant pale hand. “W-wha”. You try to back up until your back lightly bumps against it’s slim fingers , stopping you so you won’t fall.

Being so high up from the ground and so close to what’s supposed to be its chiseled pale face had made your cheeks burn a rosy pink.

“Oh?” He hums. “You risk your life emanating such scent all alone , in the dark of night , in the woods. Do you not care for your feeble life?”

This was embarrassing. How could it smell you? He had no facial features to even do such a thing , so what could it possibly be referring to? And why is this turning you on so much.

“No! It’s nothing like that”. You exclaim , feigning innocence trying to explain how you didn’t come out here for his attention.

The same black tendril that handled you earlier slowly begins to snake around your chest lightly teasingly caressing your nipples for a second before continuing to slither down your body touching up on every curve taking in , worshipping your shape , that’s when you could feel the tip of it get smaller and start to curiously poke and prod at the dampening wet spot in your shorts. “Hm? Well , mortal”.

“It seems your insides here is getting off to the danger of this. I think it’s safe to say you did this for me. So docile. So weak , what a mindless doll.

Breathless pants escape you from the slimy muscles perverse teasing , how it touched and handles your small body , and the way slendy was speaking to you making you emit more delicious noises for him. you hadn’t even noticed there were other tendrils now toying with you , one bound around your wrists holding them up above your head , two others wrapped around your thighs with a tight grip keeping your legs nice and spread apart for the suited man to watch you make a mess through your shorts whilst his tendrils toyed with your clothed cunt, two more already exposing your breasts harassing and bullying your hardened nipples — making them bounce.

the thin one that was prodding at your hole earlier was basically trying to penetrate you through them now. circling around your hole , making you clamp around nothing , rubbing your bud through the thick fabric , flicking its tip against your entrance harshly causing your hips to buck up into its touch , edging you just right but not enough only dragging out your neediness. You had just wanted it to rip off your shorts and fuck into you already.

“p-please don’t pick on me sir. mmn need you.” you beg.

Slenderman brings his hand closer to his face to get a better view of your pathetic state , your desperate pleas like music to his ears. “Mm y/n. It seems it’s time for me to feed my stupid little minx seeping spot right here isn’t it?~”. He hums somewhat of a moan , so deep you could feel his voice reverberating through your body , making your core ache.

That’s when you can hear the sound of a hole being ripped open in the centre of your shorts by the tendril , exposing your twitching leaking hole to the pale entity , the cold breeze making your clit sensitive. The tendril would give your clit some harsh slaps before splitting itself into another one , letting that one coil itself inside you tantalizingly slow so you can feel every inch grow inside you while the other one keeps overstimulating your bud with smacks.

You were in for a long night with Slenderman , but isn’t that what you’ve longed for?

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