#...*maintains eye contact while blowing out the last one*

[tojiphile]

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.

— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.

RORONOA ZORO

— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.

— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.

SANJI VINSMOKE

— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.

— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.

USUPP

— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.

— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.

BUGGY

— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.

— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”

SHANKS

— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.

— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.

#tojiphile #one piece #one piece smut #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #usupp x reader #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #luffy x you #zoro x you #sanji x you #usupp x you #buggy x you #shanks x you #one piece live action #one piece x reader #smut blog

[eternalsdiary]

But IMAGINE.

You, Ellie, and Dina, smoking a FAT blunt. Your sitting in the middle of the bed, Dina is next to you, and Ellie’s at the edge of the bed. “Here El.” You hand the joint over to her, your eyes low and your brain practically fried. Dina places her hand on your thigh, like usual when she was high. She became clingy, but this time more the usual.

“Why you touchin’ me?” You ask dazed, looking at her with a grin. “Cause, I wanna.” Ellie looking up at Dina, “Take this.” Ellie passes the joint to Dina. Dina taking a long puff from the joint. She comes close, blowing the smoke into your mouth. It wasn’t like it was the first time it happened, but this time felt a lot more intimate.

Ellie watches, a small smirk plastered on her face. “You might as well kiss.” You look at Dina and you both laugh. “Okay then. Let’s play a game of truth or dare.” Dina says, crawling toward the side of the bed.

You sit up, taking another hit of the joint before putting it out. “Okay then, truth or dare?” Ellie asks Dina. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss YN.”

Dina makes eye contact with you, then she laughs into the bed. "It's up to you YN, I won't do anything you don't want to do." She scoots closer, the look on her face enticing you just a little bit more. "Okay then, c'mere." You move closer to her, Ellies eyes on the both of you as your lips connecting in a long sloppy kiss.

Dina's hand places itself onto your thigh, sliding up slowly into the bottom hem of your shorts. Ellie lights another joint, taking a long drag from it before clearing her throat. You pull away with a laugh. "Are you jealous El's? Wanna kiss too?" You take the joint from her, inhaling the smoke before getting closer. Ellie allows you to blow the smoke into her mouth, a kiss initiating softly. Her lips were rough, but it made it so much more attractive.

Dina watches from afar, moving in closer to touch your back. She forces you down onto her lap, causing you to pull away from Ellie. "Don't forget about me guys." She smiles, kissing down the side of your neck, making eye contact with Ellie. Lips swollen, Ellie goes back in to kiss you planting small pecks at first, making you want more. Dina bites down on your neck softly, causing a small whine to escape from your lips. "You like that huh?"

Suddenly you found yourself legs wide open for them both too see. "Who d'you want first pretty?" Ellie asks tilting her head. "You, want you El's." Dina rolls her eyes. "I'm the one that got her riled up, but I have to go last?" Ellie laughs. "I'll leave some for you Dina, chill." Ellie goes fast first into your sopping cunt, her experienced tongue working wonders on your core. "Oh- Fuck...!" You grip the sheets behind you, your eyes closed and your back arching.

Dina kisses your forehead, caressing you head softly. "Feel good hun? Tell Ellie how good she's making you feel?" You nod, trying to speak. "F-feels goo- oh!" You welp as Ellie slides her finger in slowly, your eye rolling to the back of your head. "Can't even talk YN? jeez she must be good." Dina smirks at Ellie, who's looking up at both of them while she eats you out like a starved WOMAN. Your hands go down to grip Ellie's head, but Dina stops you, holding your wrists above your head.

"Let her do her thing hun." She kisses you once more, muffling the moans that escape your lips, the only sound filling the room is the sound of your cunt in Ellie's mouth. "Go-gonna cum..!" Your mouth opens wide as you try to maintain the kiss between you and Dina. Suddenly Ellie inserts her middle finger, penetrating you at a faster speed. Your legs close around her but Ellie pushed them right back open. "Keep them open pretty, just wanna make you feel good." Ellie's face coated with slob and your slick as she dives back into you.

"I'm cumming! fuck!" The knot in your stomach releasing as you arch your back and moan out Ellie's name. The feeling of euphoria washing over you. "Aw, you said you'd save some for me."

"I can eat you out too, it's no big deal."

@sorrowsblogworld @sorrowsideas @tinygojo

PART TWO WITH DINA???

#ellie williams smut #ellie smut #tlou ellie #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #ellie williams tlou #ellie x you #ellie williams imagine

[mphountitled]

𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚'𝙨 𝙇𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pregnancy definitely sucks but you take your complaints too far, and soon, you're left with the laborious task of making it up to Satoru

Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Petty!Satoru, Tantrums, God Complex (It's Satoru), Humor, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, Praise Kink, Make up sex, Pregnant sex, Office Sex, Touch starved!reader, DDLG, Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Eye Contact, Dirty Talk, Cervix fucking, Lactation kink, Dom/Sub undertones, Subspace, Overstimulation

♡ please excuse me, I'm ovulating

"Is there any way I could park closer? So that your journey might be a quicker one?" Despite his voice dripping with nothing but kindness, you find your eyes narrowing at the taxi driver and his close cropped, black hair.

"I may look fat but my limbs are in perfect working conditions, Sir, I assure you," Admittedly, a low blow. The driver reels back, muttering his profuse apologies which immediately softens your resolve.

It is wholeheartedly unfair. The driver could not anticipate the way in which his words would grate at your wavering kindness. He is essentially blameless and perhaps even considerate in his line of questioning. He didn't have any intentions of insulting you.

After all, It was not his fault that you were currently sporting a nasty bump because Satoru decided to inject you with his release until finally he succeeded and you were burdened with the weight of his spawned and this baby, you feel, is a heavy one. One that has your steel emotions melting into guilt, like the deserted tar under the bright summer sun.

"Just here, should be fine," The taxi driver had gotten an impressive tip to make up for your rudeness and you scooted your way out. Soon, you were on the pavement that led into the forest framed by an impressively maintained torii. The driver eyed the gateway solemnly as you shrugged your backpack on, subconsciously grateful for the sundress combatting the summer heat.

"Have a nice day!" You attempt to soften your voice, as soft as you can make it given your current condition.

Condition.

The thought - that word- has you flinching as you make your way up the mountain. The very reason for this journey playing off in your mind's eye with a freshness.

'Condition?' Satoru, had said when you let the word slip the previous evening. The taxi driver had not been the only one affected by your foul mood but last night you were particularly nasty. Gojo's spawn was on a mission to drain you of all your energy, leeching off your nutrients but expecting you to eat at every hour. The Little Monster was testing your patience and it wasn't even born yet.

'You're having my baby,' Gojo had said, 'Not suffering from a disease.' As you both prepared for bed, Gojo, exchanging his black blindfold for the fluffy pink sleep mask which he had invariably stolen from you, while you wobbled your heaviness into bed.

"Trust me, Satoru, when I say that you honestly could have fooled me.' You scoffed, "This baby is making me sick." It had been more and more difficult to disguise the true nature of pregnancy, especially while everyone around lived their lives so carefree and un-pregnant- but you still should not have said what you said. And Satoru was 100% justified in assuming a tantrum.

You were forced to go to bed, with an ice cold, Satoru, refusing to curl up beside you like he usually did. Instead of brushing up behind you, ready to allay that constant state of need that you were haunted by, Gojo stole his warmth away from you. You went to bed without the sensation of his cock grinding into your ass and his long slender fingers seeking to touch anything and everything until he riled himself up enough to fuck you to sleep. When you thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, Satoru had already disappeared in the morning. He had already gone off to Jujutsu Tech, vehemently ignoring any text message you sent.

And here you were, lumbering your way through the thicket of evergreens that seemed to be growing on top of each other. You would not be surprised if these trees ended up being cursed as well. They invariably seemed to swallow the horizon, doing a stellar job at concealing the beauty of the institution inside.

"Your father hates me," The tiny human incubating inside of you is your only bit of company, and so, you decide to entertain the Little Monster, the closer you get to Jujutsu High. "You're a little demon, but he is too." Your heavy breathing fills the quiet air, "But I still love him and his demonic ways so that really means that I love you too," Unknowingly, your hand had begun to cup the underside of your swollen belly and staying there for the duration of the walk, until the very first towers began to peek from within the evergreens and the sound of jovial laughter reaches your ears.

"Woah-" Itadori is the first person you see once you emerge from the thicket, huffing and puffing with the Wright of your guilt carrying you forward. "Are you... supposed to be here?"

"I'm pregnant, Yuuji, not handicapped-" You began, steadily approaching the temple steps where he and a silent Megumi sat idly. "Gojo, where is he?"

"In his office by now." Replied Itadori, "Hey… did you seriously walk up the mountain just to get some from Gojo-" his crass statement is cut short by Megumi's elbow buried in Yuuji's side and you silently thank the dark haired boy as you drift into the temple.

Despite it all, Itadori's statement may have held a sliver of truth. The walk up the mountain had been a perilous one, admittedly one of your less than thorough ideas, but it also got you the opportunity to see Jujutsu High after 6 difficult months of house arrest. Your innate need to teach and help young sorcerers grow and develop their talents was being made dormant, yet somehow, just being in this place, breathing its air, was revitalising you. You could even swear the Little Monster made a happy little kick against your abdomen. You begin to wonder with shocking excitement what cursed technique this baby would be born with - it's a thought that occupies your mind as you maneuver the relaxing halls of the temple.

The positive energy coursing through your bloodstream only doubles once his door reveals itself at the end of the hall. Your nerves are immediately electrified with a violent current as you pull back the door, enough to slip inside. You could not go 24 hours without Satoru annoying you, and that was apparent. If that made you weak, then so be it.

"Satoru." Your voice comes out quieter than expected as you pull the door shut and turn to face the man seated behind his desk. His seat is reclined towards an open window casting an enchanting breeze, enough to lightly ruffle his pale, white locks. Arms support the back of his head, and his legs are perched on the desk. You can not see his eyes behind his rimless blue tinted shades. Your arrival announces rouses him, and immediately, you can tell you've disturbed him from a nap. Perhaps he did not get much sleep last night either…

"Hmm," Is the only sound he is able to make in the stretched silence, readjusting his position, striving to appear disinterested, "Didn't know they allowed murderers into Jujutsu Tech-"

"'Toru, you've probably killed more people than me,'' You say with a small smile as you venture to close the distance between you too. "And how am I a murderer?"

"You forcing yourself up this mountain makes me think you're trying to kill my baby." You can tell that he is still vehemently angry at you but his head ticks slightly to the side as you make your way behind his desk, pushing his feet off before easing onto it so you can sit opposite him.

"I brought salami sticks and a chicken sandwich," You ease the backpack off your shoulders, ignoring Satoru's head lazily draped on his hand. "You didn't eat breakfast this morning and I know your skinny ass is dying of hunger. You may not look like you eat alot but you and our baby are trying to kill me-"

To that, he had obviously chosen to respond with a crude and petty, 'That'd be my baby, you're referring to. Last I checked, to you, it's a cancer.'

"Satoru, I don't know what you want me to say-"

"I've got a pretty good idea of what I don't want you to say."

Your gaze lowers to your lap as your legs swing above the ground. It is always difficult seeing someone as jovial as Gojo, assume such a cold exterior, especially when it's not in his inherent nature.

"I really wish I can say I didn't mean it, 'Toru but I'm fucking drained," You laugh darkly, "I'm fat and ugly and I can't exercise because this baby hates when I move in a way it doesn't like - even getting up here fucking sucked, but the thought of seeing you kinda helped. Not to mention that fucking housewife next door and her perky tits and her tiny waist, and her non-fat ass-"

"Hey," Throughout the course of your hormonal rant, Satoru has felt himself slide his chair closer to you, until your mnees were directly in front of him. His arms fence you in, while he sat on the edge of his seat, "I love your fat ass, please don't ever diss her again."

His words have you laughing despite the thunderous emotions that had overtaken you just a moment ago. That may have been one of Satoru's many superpowers- allaying the darkened clouds with unexpected sunshine.

"Not to mention my feet hurt constantly, I'm horny all the time and I just wanna feel normal in my own skin. But I neglected your happiness in my own self pity and that's wrong and I'm sorry."

'Please fuck me and never, ever be mad at me again,' is what you would have liked to tack on at the end of that apology but you already felt as if you got enough words out. Truthfully, you really were sitting with a well of need between your legs- the warmth between your stomach only compounding given Gojo's proximity, which only becomes worse as he rises from his seat and slots himself between your legs. You shiver at the feeling of just having him near you.

"Does 'horny all the time' include' right now?" Another violent shiver wracked through your spine as Satoru eases a finger underneath your chin, raising your hooded eyes to his concealed ones. All you can do is nod as your fingers curl around the edge of the desk while your breathing picks up its pace.

"And you're never going to be a mean brat ever again," you're utterly mesmerised by Satoru's pillowy, pink lips crafting every word, so much so that you're unaware of his other hand rubbing along your exposed thigh.

"I'm going to have to hear words, baby." He teases lightly,"I'm going to have to hear that you were wrong," You're not sure what it is about the sing-song voice that has you slipping deep into subspace- perhaps it's the slight condescension sprinkled in with the tone one would use to scold a child. It completely breaks you every time.

Your lips curl downward into an involuntary pout as you say "I'll never be a mean brat to you ever again, Satoru-" a gasp races through your throat as his fingers brush against the damp fabric of your clothed, needy cunt. He is rubbing lightly, almost diabolically slow. Your eyebrows curve into needy crescents as you strive to open your legs wider, hoping his fingers might venture deeper.

"I might forgive you," his broad shoulders are hunched so his lips can reach your ears, "If you stop calling me Satoru and say what you really wanna say,"

He was baiting you for his own rush of pleasure shooting all his blood straight to his hardened cock. Satoru's pants were straining as you realised he needed you to slip into subspace as much as you did. His hand was brushing lightly at the fabric against your clit, but that is as far as he was willing to go. Your breathing is erratic as you attempt to thrust your hips into his hand but your stomach stops you from achieving a lot.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy," The words drenched with the neediness in your voice is borderline pornopgraphic and it rips a wavering groan from within Gojo's chest.

"You're such a needy little slut, aren't you?" Satoru says now swimming in domspace, while he removes his hand from between your legs to quickly rid you of your sweat-drenched sundress.

"I need you so bad," you admit with an aching whimper as the soft wind rushes over your sensitive nipples. The second he sees them, Gojo's hands are clamped around your pillowy; swollen breasts, squeezing and prodding like a virgin who's never seen tits before.

"Fuck, baby, look at what you do to me," He releases a hoarse laugh as he clamps his other hand around your wrist, forcing your palm around his hard cock straining his pants. "Look at what the fuck you do to me," The both of you release a chorus of moans into the air- you, because his fingers were playing a dangerous game with your leaking nipples and Satoru, because he cannot refrain from grinding into your hand.

His glasses fog as he bends his head to watch beads of milk grow on the tips of your nipple before sliding down your torso with every squeeze.

"When did this start happening?" he asks through clenched teeth before rushing to exclaim, "You're so fucking hot- Fuck!"

"Last night- I wanted to tell you but-" You're immediately silenced by Satoru's lips crashing onto yours while he crowds you, pushing you down onto your back while the sound of his belt buckle echoes in the room. His mouth is absolutely restless as his tongue forces its way inside; eager to push itself against your tongue until you both are kissing each other with a tangle of spit. Your hands immediately find his hair and you pull at the strands as Satoru pulls you to the edge of his desk, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

"You're such a soaked little girl, baby," his voice still condescending and airy, but it riles you up further until you push your hips towards him. "Does Daddy get you this worked up?"

"Yes! Only Daddy can make me feel this way-Just- Please!" Your cries are slotted in the base of your throat as the head of his cock begins to stretch your tense and tight walls. Without thinking, Satoru eases himself deeper, his hips unable to move at a steady pace now that he feels how wet and ready you are for him.

"You're taking your Daddy's cock like a good little girl, baby," his words have you arching off his desk while your eyes fight to stay open. You don't close them because Satoru likes to look at you when he fucks you and so, you fight your way back, until your eyes are pouring into his behind those dazzling shades. It takes everything in him not to cum on the spot, and his cock twitches inside you as he begins to set the pace.

"Oh fuck- Just look at you, Princess." You were fucking magnificent - skin glistening with sweat with a belly swollen with his seed. The image alone affects him more than he initially thought it would. Satoru had strived to get you pregnant because he knew he wanted you to birth his legacy, but the sight of your body naturally shifting to incubate his seed scarmbles the very workings of his brain If you weren't careful, you were going to stay pregnant, every other term.

"You're doing such a good job, Princess. Do you know how fucking beautiful you look?" you are utterly deranged with need, feeling all your sensibilities slip out of you as you're fighting to take even more of him impossibly deeper. His shades hide the true nature of his hooded, fucked out eyes. He's not sure what it is about it, but your eyes on him, watching him pound his cock into your slippery, tight pussy, has him rutting into you with desperation. He loves holding your attention in your most depraved moments - watching you stare up at him like he's a God while he's corrupting every sliver of your cute disposition.

He's pounding against your cervix now and it has your moans bleeding into whorish screams. All the while, Satoru does not silence you. He does not clamp his hand around your mouth, instead he affirms quite the opposite. "If you keep squeezing my cock like that I'm going to make you take my cum." That sentence alone has you slipping into your orgasm. Your back arches off the table and Satoru leans over and latches his lips onto your breasts. He moans around your nipple, as his hand rubs your clit with immense rapidity, in tandem with his stuttering hips.

"I'm gonna fucking cum inside you, baby, Tell me you want me to cum inside you," his voice cracks into a desperate whimper, "P-please," Your limbs are shivering as Satoru fucks you quicker, the sensation bleeding into overstimulation as you watch him fall apart over you. He looks utterly gorgeous. The shades may hide his eyes, but his slacked jaw reveals how utterly destroyed he is, with a trail of spit and milk running down his chin. "Fucking tell me!"

"Please cum inside me, Daddy." You pant, looking at him dead in the eyes, "I need your cum inside me," his grip on the desk fumbles and his movements immediately melt into sloppy thrusts and heavy pants.

"Oh fuck- I'm cumming, baby. Fuck, M'gonna fucking breed you-" just as you're forced to endure another orgasm, Satoru's cum explodes inside of you, ripping groan from your hoarse throat.

Gojo is absolutely spent as he eases his cock out of you, rubbing light circles on your thighs, utterly transfixed with the sight of his milky cum slipping out of your cunt.

"I hope I get you pregnant with twins, next time,"

"Get the fuck off of me Satoru." You say feigning anger, which is attested by the smile threatening to blossom over your face. Despite your lightened mood, you still feel monumentally terrible for making him feel bad about your impending parenthood.

"I'm sorry I've been complaining about my house arrest."

"Maternity leave," He corrects with a sigh.

"Same difference," you roll your eyes before noticing his unimpressed and stoic visage. "Only kidding, only kidding."

Thx for reading ♡

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[angelltheninth]

Kisses before a game with BLLK boys? Like for good luck or something like that?

Cute! They could use some good luck.

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, sweet kisses, flirting, teasing, locker room kissing, biting, neck kissing

A/N: Some need more luck then others. Clearly.

Isagi already gets teased by his team, he doesn't need any more of that. He does need good luck kisses however. At least he feels like he plays better when you kiss him, on the corner of his lips more specifically. If he plays good and scores a goal then he'll get a proper, full kiss on the lips. Talk about motivation.

Bachira initiates an attack of kisses on you when you talk to him before the game. He's kiss you all over and loves getting kisses all over. Slips his tongue in your mouth, eliciting a delicious moan from you and bites on your lower lip as the time is up and he leaves, throwing in one last wink your way as you lick your lips with a sigh.

Sae doesn't just kiss you, he pins you against his locker and fully makes out with you. It gets his adrenaline pumping, gets him fired up, wild, and territorial. Knowing you'll kiss him like this in front of everyone with no shame or shyness is a testament to how strongly you feel about him and how badly you want him... to win.

Rin only takes and gives one kiss before a game. They're very quick, blink and you'll miss it kisses, almost teasing in the way he presses his lips a little bit harder yours and whispers to keep your eyes on him, don't you dare look away from him for even a moment. He might tease you now but maybe you'll get luckier after the game.

Chigiri likes it when you kiss his forehead after you're done tying his hair up in a ponytail before a game. He plays with hair down too but he wants a very clear view of where you are when he plays. He blows you a kiss when he leaves the locker room too, very much like a prince would to his lady before a duel.

Kunigami never fails to blush when you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in to a kiss on the lips, licking them open before pulling back and leaving him flustered. He has to go out like this now, all red-faced. He plans to return the favor some how, he'll think of something for sure.

Reo likes to engage in lots of banter and flirting before a game. Usually it ends with a brief make out session in which you give each other very visible hickyes. He doesn't mind going out with it on display either. People gossip anyway, might as well be something juicy right? Besides, he's taken and everyone should know it.

Nagi gives you kisses on the back of your hand a lot, while his other hand rests on your lower back, keeping you close so you can talk with just the two of you hearing. It feels very cozy and intimate to him. Kisses your hand one more time, maintaining eye contact the whole time. There will be more of that when he wins, count on it.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #mikage reo x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #bllk headcanons #x reader #x female reader

[nino-rox]

TASM Peter Parker x Male Bottom Reader

Content Warning : NSFW Smut, sexual themes (Blow Job), The Amazing Spider-Man AU, Top Peter Parker and Bottom Male Reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

The door was locked, and sloppy sounds of someone making out could be heard. Peter grabbed Y/N’s ass and squeezed it as they aggressively made out. “You know, if you’re this into me, you could’ve just asked me out,” said Y/N between kissing Peter. “Haha, let’s go for a test run first,” Peter said as he slid his shirt off. Peter’s fingers ran through Y/N’s hair, pushing him down towards his cock. Y/N kissed Peter’s chest, feeling up every inch of his lean muscular body. As soon as Peter’s dick touched Y/N’s lips, Y/N immediately began deep-throating it, looking up at Peter with a look that clearly told him to fuck his mouth. Peter stroked Y/N’s long brown locks while thrusting his hips forward, grunting pleasurefully. Peter pulled Y/N closer to himself as he lifted one of his legs over his shoulder and pushed deeper into his throat. Peter held Y/N by his hair as he began to harshly fuck his face making Y/N gag on his dick. He started going faster and harder, thrusting his hips forward hard enough to make his balls slap against Y/N’s cheeks. Peter reached around Y/N’s neck with both hands forcing him deeper onto his cock, pulling out to admire Y/N’s fucked out expression and teary eyes.

“How are you still not done?” Y/N managed to say, coughing and letting his throat recover from the abuse. “I want more,” Peter said, sitting on the chair and spreading his legs wide, exposing his still-hard cock craving attention. Peter looked at Y/N, his eyes searching for approval. “Fuck yea,” Y/N said as he licked Peter’s shaft and balls from top to bottom. Y/N opened his mouth wide, so Peter’s cock slipped right inside, wrapping his fat dick around his soft and juicy tongue as Peter moaned, leaning his head back, his body dripping sweat and his mind overloaded by pleasure. Peter grabbed the back of Y/N’s head, pushing it further down, his knees shaking uncontrollably from all the fun he was receiving.

Peter’s body began to tense as he felt his climax building up. He groaned loudly as his body jerked violently, thrusting Y/N’s head deeper onto his dick. Y/N looked up at Peter with an expression that clearly told him he wanted more, begging him to keep fucking his throat. Peter grabbed Y/N by the hair, forcing him to throat even more of his fat cock, pulling out and thrusting back in. Peter’s whole body shook from pleasure as his load shot directly down Y/N’s throat, his orgasm overwhelming his body completely. His breathing became rapid as he moaned uncontrollably. Y/N pulled off, making a popping sound, cum dripping from the side of his mouth; he maintained eye contact with Peter as he licked and swallowed every last bit.

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[cyberghouleo]

proxies receiving oral headcanons

Pairing: Toby x reader, Tim x reader, Brian x reader

notes: made a twitter if anyone wants to follow! requests open

Tim:

Prefers to be sitting in a chair while you blow him. It makes him feel in charge and he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him. If he’s feeling nice, sometimes he will let you hump his leg as you suck him.

Definitely is a head pusher, just depends on how the day went. If he’s in a bad mood he wants you to sit there and stay still while he uses you to throat fuck. If it’s been a good day he will just lazily sit there and let you go at your own pace. 

Will degrade you the whole time right up until he cums. He wants you to know how pathetic you are for this and how shameful it is. Just will say anything to prove that he has dominance over you.

"You're such a slut for me, so eager to swallow my cum."

“Imagine what the others would think if they saw how much of a whore you are right now.”

Loves cumming on your face and leaving a mess on it. He views it as degrading and marking you as his. He takes photos of his cum dripping off your face, and will show them proudly to anyone who dares to question your relationship. 

Isn’t really big on aftercare, just will get up and go about this day as normal. You can deal with having to clean up your face after him.

Brian:

Prefers to be standing while you suck him off so he can see you on your knees and how small you look under him. He will stroke your hair as you struggle to fit all of his length into your mouth. 

Really big into seeing your makeup get ruined and run down your face as your eyes well up with tears. He loves seeing how far you will push yourself to make him happy, willing to go as far as crying just so you can deepthroat all of him.

He just has a cry kink in general tbh.

Will compliment and praise you during it, telling you how pretty and good you are doing.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, just a little longer.” 

Loves cumming in your mouth, he thinks it's cute to watch you struggle to swallow all of it as some spill out from your lips.

Sometimes before he cums he will grab your hair with one hand to make a makeshift ponytail, using his grip to throat fuck you as his tip abuses the back of your throat.

He makes it up after by praising you while peppering your face and neck in kisses. Also will bring you any drinks or food you want afterwards.

Toby:

Prefers to be sucked off while laying down, this allows him to be able to play and pinch your nipples since he loves feeling you moan around his cock. 

Loves when you gag on him and the way your throat tightens up around him. When you struggle to breath around his dick it gives him an ego boost. 

He will wrap his hands deeply into your hair. He won’t push your head down or throat fuck you, he just loves feeling the grip he has on you. 

If you look up at him and maintain eye contact, he won’t last for long. He thinks it’s hot to see how innocent your eyes look while your lips remain wrapped around him and your cheeks hollowed out. 

Doesn’t dirty talk much but lets out breathy moans often, soft grunts escaping him as his mouth remains open. Curses under his breath as he gets closer to cumming. 

If he’s trying to prolong cumming he will bite down on the inside of his cheek, making the gash near his mouth bigger and bigger. 

Doesn’t really care where he cums, if it’s in your mouth or on your face. Also doesn’t care if he’s dominant or not, he just likes to see your lips wrapped around him he doesn’t care how it has to happen. 

#ticci toby x reader #brian thomas x reader #masky x reader #marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #hoody marble hornets #tim marble hornets #tim wright x reader #ticci toby #slenderverse #theres not many names for blowies i realized lol #sloppy toppy with the boys yeahhhh #smut #also i am writing the requests i promise i didnt forget yall!!

[a-coffee-addict-613]

Cold hands - Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader, a short fic

Summary : reader's hands are cold and Ghost is tired of hearing her complain about it, so he offers to warm them up for her so she will shut up; except he gets more than he expected...

CW: smut, that's it; oh and bag language

"It's cold as hell," she whispered into the night. Ghost stood beside her; they were both keeping watch while the others slept in their tents a bit farther behind them.

"Freaking hell, my hands are like ice blocks, I'm freezing," she said shortly after her last comment. This had been going on for a while; she had been constantly complaining about being cold, or at least that was how Ghost was experiencing it.

"Stop complaining," he said, short and cold, almost like an order, cutting through the air.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not trained for this stuff like you guys, so I have the right to complain," she huffed, trying to bury her nose underneath her scarf.

"That's not how it works," he replied with a sigh.

After that, she did not say anything more, but she was still getting on Ghost's nerves because she couldn't keep still, rocking up and down on her heels, pacing around, and constantly blowing on her hands to try to warm them up.

Ghost let out an inaudible groan and begrudgingly said, "If I find a way to warm you up a bit, will you shut up and stop moving?" He didn't even deign himself to look at her.

"Dude, if you do that, I think I'd marry you," she laughed, blowing on her hands for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Just stop," he said, and with that, he grabbed one of her wrists and guided it to his abdomen where he had lifted up his shirt. After all, body heat is the most efficient way to warm up.

She hesitated, even if she was yearning to put her hands on Ghost's perfect abs. "Are you sure...?" she mumbled, looking up at Ghost. They were so close now; she had never stood so close to Ghost in a non-combat way.

He did not answer, only hummed and tugged on her wrist again, still in his grasp, to bring it even closer to his bare skin. She did not hesitate this time; she splayed both hands on his hot skin, and she could not contain herself; his warmth thawed out her fingers almost instantly, and a small sigh of relief escaped her mouth.

He couldn't help but smile at the way she sighed when his warmth reached her hands, despite the shiver that coursed through his body. He was glad the mask hid his smile; he couldn't afford a distraction like her, even if she *was* a pretty distraction.

"Hurry," he huffed out instead, the sooner she was done, the sooner he would be rid of her hold on him, one he couldn't seem to shake off.

"Fine, fine," she all but brushed him off. She moved her hands further up, grazing his ribs, searching for warmer skin. This time, she felt the chill that crossed his skin. Little did she know that it was not the cold that made him shiver.

"Careful," his voice cut through the air; it had a dangerous undertone that made her look up and look into his eyes for the first time since they started this whole thing.

This time, it was she who did not answer; she simply decided to head in the opposite direction. And so, ever so slowly, she slid her hand back down to their starting place, but she did not stop there; she continued further down, over his V. She did all this while maintaining eye contact with Ghost, a bold move because, honestly, he could be quite intimidating.

She kept going, allowing her hand to fall to his belt. After two beats of hesitation and due to the fact that Ghost remained unmoving, she unbuckled his belt, popped open his pants, and slithered her hands inside. Inside his boxers, not his pants.

Upon her still freezing hands making contact with his soft cock and balls, which she cupped with both hands, it broke Ghost's stone-cold demeanor. He hissed loudly and let out, "That's freezing, Doc," his British accent thicker than usual.

"I'm just following your orders, Lieutenant," she answered cheekily, her eyes holding a mischievous smile. She used one of her now warm hands to cup his balls while the other traveled to wrap around his cock, which was now not so soft. She began stroking it leisurely, slowly making it harder by the second, her hand squeezing his head each time her fist traveled up, her thumb stroking it every time.

"You are playing a dangerous game," Ghost whispered, but despite his words, he brought both hands up to rest on her hips.

"My hands are warm now, but.... I think that my lips are cold; maybe you could help me with that too..." she murmured, a small smile on her face, as if she wasn't asking permission to do such an obscene thing.

There was a small silence, one where Ghost was having an inner struggle, but eventually his non-logical brain won, and with a groan, he said, "Be quick about it."

She did not need him to say it twice; she dropped to her knees, no longer caring about the cold ground hitting her knees. All she cared about was finally doing something that she had fantasized about for so long.

NB: maybe I'll write a part 2 to this, you anyone asks; love youuu byee

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[mackandcheezy]

The Taste of Power (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: In honor of the holiday of eating here in the states I bring to you Coriolanus the munch 

Tell me Corio isn’t an absolute munch. I have yet to meet a man with mommy issues who doesn’t devour pussy like it's their last meal on earth. Except Corio also is for sure torturing you too. 

So you’re just minding your business reading a book, or talking to him about your day, or anything really. Until he gives you that one look, you know that look after a while. His eyes get heavy and thick, half lidded, pupils blown. Your taste is a drug and Coriolanus Snow was a self proclaimed addict. 

“And then she said-- hello? Are you even listening to me,” your mouth starts to curve upwards, because you know you're about to not only see god but jesus too. 

“No” and with that he’s off. Falling onto his knees because, sure he could carry you to the bed but he wants you now so he will have you now. He lifts your dress with such ease ripping the delicate lace, protecting his prized possession, from your form. He’s careful not to rip them though, is he needy? Sure. But never anything less than a gentleman. He makes a show out of carefully dragging them down your legs, making an effort to drag his finger from the inside of your thigh to your ankle. Carefully lifting your feet out of them and back onto the floor like a parent undressing their child. He folds them gently, maintaining eye contact as you start to give in to the feelings he’s stirred. 

You can feel the desire starting to set every nerve afire. The hand he's placed on your lower back to lead you into the bedroom feels dizzying. And with nothing there to collect your excitement your thighs have begun to become damp. 

Corio wastes no time striping the rest off the moment you’re inside the door, not even bothering to close it. With a quick look the guards usually stationed at either side of the door make themselves busy elsewhere, not wanting to risk the anger of a jealous President Snow when he knows others have enjoyed you in a way just for him. Throwing you onto the soft linens is effortless and within moments his jacket is off and shirt halfway unbuttoned. 

He begins placing small kisses along your knee. The bruise from where you fell just a few days ago, a random wrinkle, right in the middle, placing as much attention as he would to the place you want him most. 

“Corio please-” the anticipation has you hot even with the windows open and the late fall air blowing in. 

“Patience is a virtue, you’d do well to learn it” He picks his head up just enough to give you a satisfied smirk. He could cum right here right now with you whining like that, but that’s just mean, so he reluctantly begins making his way up your thigh. Taking in every dip, curve, and line. 

“You taste good, but I think I’m ready for dessert” carefully he repositions himself over your cunt placing his hands firmly on your waist digging his fingers into the soft flesh. 

He takes a moment letting the hot air of his breath land on the sensitive skin of your lips before licking a thick stripe from bottom to top. The sensation has you lifting your hips for more, but it's never quite that easy is it? Corio makes a show of slurping up all of the wetness you’d built up from the anticipation, making sure not to waste a drop. 

He heard once from a much older capitol man who had a slew of whores for the weekend that the best way to treat the clit was to spell the alphabet with your tongue. But Corio much rather preferred to claim you in these moments. He knew you’d never know what he was spelling but he enjoyed making it a game for himself, “Coriolanus Snow’, “You’re mine’, “Good girl” as many things as he could come up with. 

The best part of the game was when he finally ran out of phrases. Because that's when the real show began. He pulls off your body, leaving you mewling for more. Soft gasps escaping from how close he had gotten you. Multiple times, yet always going slower when the breaths became more labored. He strips the rest of his garments, leaving them on the floor like trash. 

He swipes the tip along your folds a few times until you’re squirming for more. Only then does he thrust inside of you in one full motion. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his thick cock, and allows your walls to adjust before going full force like a wild animal. 

Only once inside of you does he allow his resolve to fade and his true intentions to come out, and like a man starved he takes you. Hard thrusts force you into the headboard, the constant banging keeping the tempo like a metronome. White blurs the edge of your vision everytime he reaches the tip of your cervix. 

“You’re so fucking pretty laid out for me” he whispers in your ear, one hand on the headboard and the other behind your head. 

When the movements become shorter, and harder, and words become nothing but broken moans and heavy breaths, that's when he allows his lips to find yours. It’s messy and gross, and nothing like the way he kisses you when you cook him a meal or lay out his clothes. Its tongue and dripping saliva, but here in a cloud of wet moans, pre cum, and saliva, its perfect. 

He allows his warm seed to fill your tight hole, pressing a hand to your stomach as he pulls out. He never says it but you know what he is waiting for. He pulls out gently, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead. 

“You are my everything”

#a ballad of songbirds and snakes #a ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #abosas x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #abosas #abosas x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus x you

[bungalowbear]

celebrated

geto suguru x reader, wc: 2k

cw: nudity, fingering, reader described having breasts and a vagina, reader described brushing her hair, virgin!reader, slight power dynamic, brief talk of religion, MDNI

a/n: this is a continuation of pleased. i might write one more part if anyone’s interested. happy birthday, sugu-chan!

Today is a blessed day. Today the temple celebrates the birth of Geto Suguru.

He sits at the head of the row of connected low dining tables, surrounded on both sides by his family of shamans. Each of them laughs and smiles as they recount memorable moments they’ve had with their benevolent patriarch. But none appear as content as the man himself.

Geto sits with one arm propped up on his knee, cheek resting on his fist as he watches on with a fond expression. You admire the gentle curve of his smile when Mimiko quietly offers him the last piece of tempura. He accepts it with thanks and continues to watch over the others.

You and the other temple maidens make sure food and drink flows freely as the celebration continues long after the sun goes down. You light the lanterns at the edge of the room while the others collect the dinner plates from the tables. At the serving cart, you gather a bottle of sake and wait for the appropriate time to approach the gathering again. A large cake is brought into the room and placed in front of the guest of honor.

The candles are lit and then then room is filled with the voices of his family as they sing. The warm glow of the room softens some of Geto’s sharper edges, but his eyes still cut like glass when they glance up at you. Leaning forward, he maintains eye contact from across the room until his eyes slowly shut and he blows out the candles.

You wonder what he wished for.

Excited chatter resumes and you step forward when the cake is cut to reveal the vibrant green interior of the matcha flavored cake. You are already at his side when Geto is served the first slice. You bend at the waist to refill his drink when you feel a slight tug on the sleeve of your kosode. Your eyes cut down to where two lithe fingers play with the edge of the fabric.

Geto looks up at you, thanks you in a voice you’ve come to know quite intimately, then smirks when a soft gasp leaves your parted lips.

You bow your head, regaining yourself as you move back to stand against the wall, and tremble with anticipation at his unspoken promise.

—

The celebration continues late into the night. After you help the other maidens clear out the dining hall you retire to your room and prepare for bed. You share the room with one other maiden who is already fast asleep. But you’re wide awake and sitting at the window as you guide your brush along your hair, staring up at the moon and wondering if perhaps you misunderstood Geto’s intentions. Is this where your night will end?

Your answer comes when there’s a knock at the door. You set down your hairbrush and quietly approach the door. You slide it open a few inches to reveal Manami waiting in the hallway. The presence of Geto’s personal assistant is all you need to know.

“He’s waiting for you.”

It’s the only thing she says before she turns and leaves. Your stomach flutters as you step out of your room, careful to close the door as silently as possible.

Your bare feet pad along the wooden floors, carrying you through familiar halls until you arrive outside a familiar room. You lift your knuckles to knock on the door, a light tap that prompts the sound of approaching footsteps on the other side. The fluttering in your stomach turns to a wild buzz when the door slides open.

Geto is dressed in a yukata, just as you are. The dark blue fabric nearly obscures the long black tresses that fall freely from his head and frame his face beautifully. His fox like eyes take you in. No matter how many times he’s looked at you this way, with unabashed desire, you have to fight the urge your arms have to shield your body. You know there is nothing to be afraid of. Not when all he’s ever done is take good care of you.

“Hello there,” he says, a sly smile gracing his lips.

“Hello, Geto-sama.” You bow your head respectfully. “May I come in?”

“Of course.”

He steps aside and you feel his eyes on you as you enter. The door shuts behind you, encasing the two of you together in the room. The hum of the space heater in the corner is a faint distraction in the sudden silence. Your body is slow to adjust to the warmer temperature of the room, but a rush of heat overcomes you when Geto suddenly takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

For a moment, neither of you speak. You simply lay on your sides facing each other, chest to chest as the heat of your bodies mingles together. Geto’s large hand rests on your hip while your smaller one is on his cheek, thumb gently stroking lines beneath his eye. He leans into your touch and you grow bolder. Your hand drifts down his neck and slips beneath the panel of his yukata. The hard plane of his chest is softened by smooth, warm flesh that burns beneath your fingertips.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Your voice is low, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room.

Geto moves his hand lower to caress your thigh. “I did.”

“I’m glad.” Your brows pinch together as you recall a thought you had earlier. “May I ask you something?”

He nods.

“When you blew out your candles…what did you wish for?”

Geto arches a brow. “How do you know I made a wish?”

“You had this look on your face,” you explain. “Like you really wanted something.”

Geto chuckles and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. Were you mistaken? Is he mocking you? He has been known to be a bit cruel with his teasing.

“Do you really want to know?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Geto brings his mouth to the side of your head, and whispers into your ear, “I wished for you.”

“M-me?” Your voice cracks and you pull back slightly.

“I wished for you to give yourself, all of yourself, to me.”

Your ears are ringing. You couldn’t have heard him correctly. You were a temple maiden, a descendant of a miko who lived many centuries ago, brought here into this Buddhist temple for the sole reason that your talents would be cultivated to their fullest potential. And one of the requirements was that you remain abstinent. The rules were never clear on whether you had to practice true abstinence or if you could take certain liberties with satisfying the pleasure you sometimes felt. The activities you participate in with Geto at night were only done with your hands or your mouth. You’ve rubbed yourself on him before and he’s touched you over your clothing, but you never let him touch your most intimate parts with his bare hands.

“Give…myself?”

“I want every part of you,” Geto purrs, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You feel something hard press against your thigh. “I have for a while now.”

“But you know I can’t. Not until the ritual, and even then—”

“I’ll take care of you.” His promise is a whisper. It’s a gentle sound that makes you place all of your trust in him. “Give yourself to me and you’ll have me in return.”

You’re both so close. There’s no escaping the intensity of his gaze as he waits patiently for your answer.

“I can’t.”

Dropping his forehead onto yours, Geto shuts his eyes.

“Such a strong will.” He sighs. Deep and long. “I’d loathe it if it weren’t the thing I admire most about you.”

Your hand clutches at the front of his yukata. “I’m sorry, Geto-sama.”

“Don’t be. It’s not fair for me to ask this of you just to satisfy my own desire.” He opens his eyes, and instead of the disappointment you expect to see, there’s only fondness. “We’ve made our plans. It’s best if we stick to them.”

“It’s not quite what you were hoping for,” you pause, voice becoming timid, “but I’d like to try something new.”

“What would that be?”

“I want you to touch me,” you confess. “Touch me like how I touch you.”

His pupil grow large at your words. “You mean…”

“I want you to use your fingers. Until the time is right, this is the only way you can have me. Is that alright?”

Geto’s answer is a swift pressing of his lips to yours. When he pulls back his eyes shine with glee, relief, and a little bit of hunger. You gasp as his fingers work quickly to undo the knot at your waist, then slowly pull away the panels of your yukata to expose yourself to him.

He plants his palm over the bare flesh of your stomach. You hear him swallow as his touch travels upward to take hold of your breast. Geto kneads the soft flesh, pulling breathy moans from you when he takes your nipple between two fingers. The nub pebbles under his touch.

You lean in to hide your face in his neck when his hand smoothes down your torso. His touch leaves a trail of electricity within you that set you alight. You think it can’t get anymore powerful until he’s between your legs, fingers gliding along your wet folds. Your body jolts when a single finger teases at your entrance.

“Geto-sama.” You wrap your arm around his neck, pressing your face harder against him. “Please, be gentle.”

“There’s no need to worry, pet.” Geto’s other arm snake beneath you and splays his arm across your back, keeping you trapped within his hold. “Don’t I always take good care of you?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before pushing two fingers inside you. You whimper at the intrusion. The stretch is a foreign sensation and you squirm at the discomfort. But the more he moves his fingers in and out, the better it feels. Soon your whimpers turn to whines and your fingers clutch at the back of his head, tangling themselves in his dark mane. Your breathing is labored as you feel a knot in your stomach tightening.

“You’re doing so well,” Geto coos. He curls his fingers, striking at a spot you find strangely satisfying, and you can’t suppress a moan. “That’s it.”

His voice coaxes you to ride the sweltering wave of heat that builds higher and higher. He carries you to the very top and doesn’t stop until you cum around his fingers with a cry of his name on lips.

You come down from the feeling a little light headed, noticing this feels much more intense compared to what you’ve done before. You think you like that. Especially because you feel so much closer to Geto than you ever have.

You loosen your grip on his hair and he nudges his nose against your cheek. You whimper when he removes his fingers from within you. You turn your head when Geto brings them in front of your face. Your eyes examine the glossy residue that covers his index and middle fingers. You squeak in surprise when he takes them into his mouth. He must enjoy the taste of you because he hums in satisfaction as he licks away the last traces of your essence.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he muses.

Geto brings the same hand down to cup your face. You can smell the lingering scent of your arousal and it makes your lower half throb. He moves in close and you can feel his clothed member press against you, stiff and unattended.

“It isn’t what I wished for,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “but it surely is a wonderful present.”

It’s past midnight, and technically no longer the third, but you let the words flow out of you regardless.

“Happy birthday, Geto-sama.”

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[htmliu]

p. bf!haechan x reader genre. secret dating wc. <700

( 11:10 pm ) “do not tell me we’re watching la la land again!?” an exasperated renjun grimaced from where he sat, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth while he was at it.

this always happened during your watch parties. do not have anything new to watch? boom, we are going to watch la la land for the umpteenth time just to feel something.

while chenle and renjun were too busy bickering about the relevancy of the movie, the rest of the lot, that was very much accustomed to such quarrels, had taken their seats. chenle, renjun, you, and haechan (in the same order) took the center couch. while mark and jaemin took the single bean bags that were placed haphazardly around the room, jisung and jeno got comfortable on the floor.

you were grateful that their little quibble had drawn away all the attention from you and haechan, who was at the moment, whispering to you with that brazen smile of his about how you were free to use his shoulder as a cushion anytime. that same action of his earned him a little smack on his arm and a violent whisper telling him to pay attention to the movie.

but lo and behold, it had happened yet again. it was a funny thing, really. the people who wanted to watch the movie the most had fallen asleep first. you never really got how people fell asleep in between the movie. no matter how many times you would’ve seen a movie, you were never one to fall asleep before finishing it. lucky for you, haechan too was just the same.

“they’re all asleep,” leaning on his shoulder, you laughed a little. upon hearing this, haechan looked around for a bit. once he had confirmed that the coast was in fact clear, he looked down at you. you scrunched your nose at the feeling of a pair of warm lips coming in contact with your forehead.

holding hands inside the blanket, or even haechan jokingly blowing kisses your way just to get a reaction out of you was risky enough already. but sometimes (re: almost all the time) haechan was not one to play it safe.

“well then,” *kiss*

“perfect time for me” *kiss*

“to smother you” *kiss*

“with all my kisses” *kiss*

in an attempt not to get caught, a stifled laugh threatened to escape your lips each time he pecked you. but haechan was enjoying every second of it. he loved the way you tried to act as if you’re repulsed, when in reality you really just looked cute to him trying to wipe off his kisses.

he pecked you on the tip of your nose one last time before he locked eyes with you. though it wasn’t apparent, haechan was burning on the inside. and although his ego would never let him admit it, every time he was near you, his heartbeat increased by an embarrassing amount. glimpses of you, your eyes, your smile, your words. you drove him insane. his mind was plagued with thoughts of you and only you.

a small smile tugged at haechan’s lips, which made you do the same. “what?” you asked.

without missing a beat, he replied, “i missed you.”

your eyebrows drew together and your smile widened, “i’ve been next to you the whole time, idiot.”

“my bad.”

you noticed his smile morph into a cheeky grin.

“i missed your lips.”

“oh, you’re sick, lee haechan.” a faint scoff was heard from your side, accompanied by a failed attempt at trying to maintain your composure.

you watched as he came up with a response. you could tell by the brazen grin; he had something in mind. never once breaking eye contact with you, he leaned in a little closer, his warm breath hitting your face.

“i’m sickly in love with you, darling.”

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#it gets bad for me sometimes #haechan #nct dream #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #lee haechan #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #nct dream fluff #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct headcanons #haechan imagines #nct fanfic #kpop #haechan scenarios #nct haechan #nct reactions

[venerex]

or something

pairing: joshua x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

contains: oral (f receiving), intercourse (protected)

a/n: this turned out to be much longer than i thought it would. just horny and in-love sex. it's been a while since i've written smut, so not entirely sure how readable this is. not proofread.

“how tired are you, exactly?”

you smile at your boyfriend’s question, his smile clear in his voice. while it hasn’t exactly been a tiring day for either of you, you had decided to retire to bed relatively early, hoping to fix your messy sleep cycles. you can’t really blame joshua for asking the leading question, for you’ve spent the last few minutes pushing your hips against his, yearning for more contact.

and who can blame you? with your hectic and conflicting schedules, you and your boyfriend haven’t exactly been getting it on recently, and snuggling close to him under the blanket is a recipe for ideas getting to your head.

“not very”, you try to maintain your composure, but even you can hear the smile in your voice, “not too tired for what you have in mind”.

“oh?”, joshua’s hands coax you to turn around, his twinkling eyes meeting yours when you face him, “and how do you know what i have in mind?”

“well, babe”, you tease, adjusting your legs so you can grind against his very noticeable erection, “you’re not exactly subtle”.

joshua skips a response in favor of kissing you, grinding his erection against your crotch, softly groaning against your lips. one of his hands sneak under your shirt and trace a light path up your stomach, stopping to lightly touch the underside of your breast. you sigh when his fingers reach up to touch your nipple, and he pulls back to judge your reaction as your buds pebble under his touch. 

he gives in when you pull him closer for another kiss, easily moving so he’s hovering on top of you, one hand supporting his weight while the other pulls up your shirt to expose your breasts to the night air. both you and joshua like the room to be a little colder when you sleep, and the temperature stiffens your buds further, leading joshua to whisper out a curse, his dark eyes fixated on your breasts. 

a whine of his name from you seems to break the spell, and he looks up and gives you a disarming smile before bending down to kiss you softly, quickly moving to trail kisses down jaw and to your neck, before reaching your breasts. he gives you one quick look – and you think you catch a wink – before his lips cover your nipple, one of his hands coming up to cup your other breast. the contrast of your cold skin with his warm touch makes you shiver, and your hands wound up in his hair as his actions intensify, the groan that he lets out when you pull his hair only spur on your own moans.

it’s only when joshua looks down to your hips do you realize that you’ve been rocking them up, looking for some relief in your pulsing cunt. joshua makes his way down, kissing along your waist while pulling your pajamas and underwear down, tossing them to the edge of the bed once you’ve managed to kick them out (you think that they’re on the edge, anyway – at the moment, it really doesn’t matter).

given how hard he looks even through his pants, you think he might take a look and finger you to get you ready for his cock – but joshua seems to have other ideas, for he positions his face between your legs, parting your thighs and blowing into your cunt. the action makes you moan – loud – and your attempts to rock your hips up are stopped by joshua holding your thighs down.

“josh”, you whine, and you wonder if his answering grin is more endearing or annoying, “just fuck me, you can eat me out later”.

joshua pushes your knees up, his eyes taking in how the movement exposes more of your cunt. the thought makes you clench harder. 

“mm”, he responds, infuriatingly casual, while his thumbs reach in to part the folds of your cunt, exposing you to cold air, “i don’t think so, baby”.

you don’t get a chance to protest before he dives his, his tongue tracing up from your entrance to your clit before going back down, his hands holding your legs apart. 

you think you’re moaning loudly but you’re not quite sure. one thing that you and joshua had discovered quite early on was that you seem to lose all sense of reality when he ate you out – from how loud you were to exactly what he did when he was down there. you weren’t really into being eaten out before you dated joshua – the whole thing seemed incredibly messy and texturally unsound – but joshua had made it work, somehow. and you always moaned for him – really, really loud.

one of joshua’s finger touches your clit and you jolt, the unforgiving touch on your sensitive bud making you almost squeal. his hand rubs your thigh soothingly while you get used to the sensation, his tongue tracing your entrance while his finger starts rubbing circles on your clit. 

you’re not sure how long it lasts – a few seconds or a few minutes or even a few hours – joshua’s flicking your entrance while his finger rubs your clit, his hand holding up your thigh while you moan incoherently. you think you whine his name when you come, your hands fisting the sheets by your side as your head digs into the pillow, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you let go.

“josh”, you whisper, voice hoarse, needing to feel something inside you, “please – please – “

“shh”, he murmurs, moving up to hover over you, your slick shining on his chin, “i’ve got you, okay?”, his finger circles your entrance before pushing in, finding no resistance due to you previous orgasm. he pulls his finger back and pushes two back in, curling them up the way you like, hitting the sensitive spot inside you.

“yeah, like that?”, his whispers, eyes intently taking in your writhing, “shh, it’s okay, take it”, he pushes in another finger, his voice soothing you while you let out whimper about how full you feel. 

“still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“yeah, fuck”, you lift your head up to press your lips on his, tasting yourself, “please”.

joshua pulls away at that, chuckling out a “just a minute, pretty girl” while you whine in protest. he takes off his shirt in quick movements, and you prop yourself on your elbows to watch the show, managing to let out a weak whistle when he pushes down his pants and his erection springs free. 

he swipes his shirt on his face before discarding his clothes on top of yours, before moving to hover over you again, his warmth providing a gentle relief from the winter chill. your hands trace down his chest to his waist to his cock, your fingers wrapping around his erection while his lips find yours, his low groans making you tighten your hold. 

“baby, baby”, he pulls back, gently pushing your hands away and smiling at your resulting pout, “it’s been too long, i won’t last if you do that”.

“then don’t”, you reach out your hands to pull him back, but he gets off the bed, escaping your attempts, “it’s okay”.

“nope”, he pulls out a condom from the nightstand, “i’m coming in that cunt, i’ve missed it too much”.

your resulting giggle is cut off when joshua brings the condom near his mouth to tear it open, his knowing eyes taking in your reaction as his teeth bite down on the corner of the foil packet, slowly tearing it apart. the soft glow from the nightlight brings out the twinkle in his eyes, bouncing off his cheeks as he smiles at you – carefree and wide, enamoring and enamored. 

“you should stop looking at me like that, joshie”, you murmur quietly, unable to disturb the tender moment, “i might think you’re in love with me or something”.

joshua stays silent apart from a chuckle, rolling on the condom before crawling over you, his lips hovering over yours as his cock brushes over your cunt.

“i love you”, he whispers, simple and sweet, and your heart still aches at those familiar words, “so fucking much”.

he pushes in his cock before you can respond, only pausing long enough to make sure you’re ready. your groans mingle when his cock is fully inside you, his lips peppering kisses over your jaw as you get used to the stretch. 

“love you too”, you whisper, your lips curving up as he lifts his head to look at you, a devastatingly tender look on his face, “so much, joshie”.

one of his hands reaches up to intertwine with yours, and he takes a moment to just look at you before brushing his lips on yours, his fingers tightening around yours. 

the two of you have a good relationship, you’d say. but with the lack of any real time spent together in the last few weeks, combined with your hectic professional life – you’d be lying if you’ve never wondered if things have changed with him, if his feelings for you were fizzling out. 

now, with his fingers wrapped around yours, his warmth engulfing you, his lips on yours and his heart beating so close to yours – it’s hard to imagine a reality where joshua doesn’t love you so completely, where the two of you aren’t so wholly in love with each other. 

joshua’s cock twitches inside you, and you’re brought back to reality. 

“move”, you whisper, bringing up your hand to brush his hair back, “i’m good”.

and he does, slowly pulling out his cock and pushing it back in, your mingled moans echoing in the room. he unwounds his hand from yours to trail it down your body, settling his fingers on your clit. you clench around him at the touch and his hips stutter as a result, a deep piercing groan falling off of his lips. 

it’s silent apart from the sound of his skin against yours, and your combined moans. you’re on the edge sooner than you’d like, his cock slowly fucking you while his finger insistently rubs your clit. 

“‘m gonna – “, you whimper, feeling so close to your orgasm that you can almost taste it.

“come”, joshua whispers, pushing his cock into you, “let it go, baby”.

and you do, clenching around his cock as your second orgasm rolls in, your hands digging into his shoulders as your moans echo in the room.

it’s silent for a few moments then, just your pants as you try to get back to your senses, while joshua tenderly kisses your jaw, his cock twitching inside you as he tries to stay still.

“josh”, you murmur, and he looks up with an attentive hum, “move”.

“you sure? i can – “

“wanna feel you come, joshie”, you clench around his cock, and he closes his eyes and swears, “fuck me”.

he moves then, slowly at first before increasing his pace, his face buried in your neck as his cock slams into you. you reach one hand to wound around his shoulders while the other holds his jaw, lifting his face up so you can bring his lips to yours. 

the groans against your lips intensify as his hips start to stutter, the loud sounds turning into sighs as he comes, his body slacking on top of you. 

you pepper his face with kisses as he recovers from his orgasm, your fingers running through his hair, low rumbles leaving his chest as a result.

after a few moments (or seconds, or minutes – time is a little uncertain when you’re high off of cock), he flops to your side, one leg and one arm on your body as his head rests on your chest. 

you can’t help but stare at him, really – the way the soft light plays with his face, the way his hair falls on his face (and everywhere else – it’s kind of a mess, an adorable one), and how his lips seem to unconsciously curve into a smile. 

they always do, every night he spends next to you.

“you should stop looking at me like that, you know”, he murmurs, voice so soft that it doesn’t break the quiet, and you can’t help but chuckle at the words, “i might think you’re in love with me”, his eyes flutter open, the warm twinkle in them making you fall in love, all over again, “or something”.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #hong jisoo smut

[darbyallinsskateboard]

can you make one for the bloodline (when they were all still together) 🙏

female reader attacks rhea whenever she tries to challenge one of the guys in the bloodline or something (i suck at explaining oml)

A/N ofc I can, I genuinely love to write for the bloodline!

The Bloodline's Own Angel (The Bloodline X Wrestler!Reader)

Tension's in the Bloodline were high, Roman was stressed, the twins were kicking themselves for disappointing Roman and Solo was....well Solo, I stare into the mirror checking out my outfit, a stunning scarlet red dress draped over my body, complete with black heels, the representation of the bloodline.

it was almost time for our promo with The Judgement Day, I walk to guerilla where everyone is waiting "hey lil mama, took you a while to get here" says Jey "yeah sorry about that" he nods and slips off of the table he's sitting on and walks over to me "You ready to go?" I nod and he leads me over to Roman.

"Here" Paul walks over to me and hands me one of Roman's titles "He said if you were holding it, it would make you look better with the bloodlines image" I nod and hold it close to my chest.

Roman's music starts and we all slowly walk out, I watch Roman raise his title and I take it as a queue to hold up the one I'm holding, the crowd goes wild and we all make our way to the ring, I sit on the ropes and blow a kiss to the crowd before Jimmy helps me in the ring, Roman comes in last and we're all lined behind him.

The arena goes dark and then purple starts to bleed in, as well as a sinister theme, I roll my eyes as the lights come on and The Judgement Day all walk out, the crowd boos loudly as they all come over to the ring.

Jey is the first one to speak as he grabs the microphone Paul has "Woah woah, excuse me, what are they doing here?" he questions towards Roman "Well, now with tensions running high, we need friends"

"Just to be clear, this is only for our benefit" says Finn and I can see that Rhea is staring Solo down with intent, Jimmy switches places with his younger brother, but Rhea mirrors Solo's movements, smirking at him the meanwhile, before anyone can react, Dominik, Finn and Damian are pushing everyone else out of the ring, ensuing on a brawl but Rhea and Solo keep maintaining eye contact.

"You got no one to help you now grub, well not anyone who can fight, cause now you only got the wiseman and The Bloodlines little house wife" she points directly at me and I glare at her, I look down to the sides and see the boys trying to fight back against the others, but failing, they've got Roman, Jey and Jimmy all limp over each other.

I quietly pop my heels off as Rhea is pushing Solo around, I take advantage of the fact that she is distracted and superkick her right in the jaw, sending her down, the crowd goes wild and it starts to hurt my ears, but I run over to the ropes and jump on top, it looks like I'm going to go back onto Rhea but I jump out and crossbody the rest of The Judgement Day, I stand up and raise my hands.

I kneel down to make sure the boys are okay, one by one I help them stand "Oh my god I didn't know you had that in you mama!" Jey says excitedly and I smile at him, I slide back into the ring as Rhea's getting up, I stand in the corner and pound my fist against the ground, mimicking the way Roman does and I run towards Rhea, superman punching her.

Solo walks over, quietly staring me down before grabbing my arm and raising it to the crowd, I laugh and smile at Solo, the rest of the bloodline get into the ring and Roman comes over and holds my other hand up "Anyone who challenges my boys has to face the Bloodline's own angel!" I shout and the crowd goes wild.

The announcer desk is going completely crazy it seems "Did we just see The Bloodlines house wife have her wrestling debut?" I smile and Jimmy grabs the microphone from me "So, how about you 4 fools, verse me, my brothers and our angel? tonight!" he smirks at the bloodline as they glare at us and retreat down the ramp.

Soon after we retreat up the ramp and into guerilla, Jimmy and Jey are all jumpy, hugging me and talking about how I beat Rhea and the guys, Solo is...smiling? and Roman is just stoic "You proved that you're worthy of the bloodline today, but you better keep that energy in your match tonight" "Yes my tribal chief, thank you my tribal chief!"

Suffice to say, after the match I was pumped and Roman offered to take me and the boys to waffle house! I called shotgun as we ran to the car, today was a day I'd never forget

#wwe x reader #wwe #the bloodline #the bloodline x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #jey uso #the usos #the usos x reader #jey uso x reader #jimmy uso #jimmy uso x reader #solo sikoa #solo sikoa x reader #the judgement day #paul heyman

[vee-beeee]

Chicken Noodle Soup

HELLOO

I got a super nice request from Ant1SocialVapor3on over on ao3!

"Basically request is, Y/N wakes up sick one day, and try to go to work as is. Of course the fluffy RK boys aint having any of that, and they try to bring a cranky and sniffly human home to bed, oh and fuss over and overreact. I would really apreciate this, and keep up posting these fluffy bangers :D"

so that is exactly what im gonna do 😈

Warnings: sickness, general discomfort, RK boys are all over you, hank is literally their dad, they boys care for you, gavin slander

Connor, Sixty and Nines x reader

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*...-eep beep BEEP*

You groaned, blinking sleep from your eyes. It's way to early for this.

So you rolled over, snuggling into the blankets.

*beep beep BEEP*

*beep beep BEEP*

Grumbling again, you rolled back over to slap you hand on your phone a couple times, before finally gaining some purchase on it and grabbing the device to pull it right in front of your face. Clicking the power button to see the time, you read the bright numbers at the top of the screen.

5:02

Sighing, you placed the phone back down and rolled onto your back to lay an arm across your face in an attempt to try and block out the morning, along with the world.

And then you sniffed

And you couldn't breathe. Your reaction was instant.

"please no" you moaned, shooting upwards in bed and then proceeding to groan once more in pain from sitting up way to fast, it felt like your head was going to implode.

Then the coughing started

Getting(falling) out of bed, you stumbled your way to the bathroom, where you rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for a thermometer. Finally letting out a shaky breath in relief when you felt your hand grasp it, you leaned your back against the wall and brought the small machine to your forehead, whispering pleas to not be what you think you were.

102.5

basically super duper sick.

Banging your head against the the cabinet and letting out a soft "nooo", you sniffed and contemplated your options.

You could stay home and disappoint everyone at work

Or power through and go on like normal.

Guess what you did.

That's how you landed yourself walking through the station in a giant black puffy jacket, blowing into a tissue, half bottle of cough syrup in hand, and hacking like no tomorrow.

You were truly a sight to behold.

Espically for 3 pairs of curious eyes

Arriving at your desk, you sat down, set your cough syrup on the desk, and proceeded to face plant onto a stack of papers that were sitting on top of it waiting to be worked on. You sniffled a little and slowly sat your chin on your paper to look up at your partner

who was staring at you with the most disgusted face on this planet.

"what" your deep sick voice asked (with a hint of amusement) as Gavin shot up from his desk, and slowly backed away

"are you sick?? i cant get sick, im meeting some guys tonight and I DO NOT want whatever you have. You look absolutely horrible"

You squinted your eyes and stared into his soul, un-moving, until finally you just leaned over his desk, grabbed his coffee cup that was full of pens, and dumped them out.

And then you licked the side of his mug, maintaining eye contact as you did so.

"Hey!" he yelped as you leaned back over to set it back down on his side of the cubicle. You crossed your arms and gave him a smug smile, which only lasted a second before you were consumed by an urge to sneeze, and quickly dove your face into your elbow.

He deserved it though.

You heard him grumble and storm off while you were grabbing a tissue, and you swallowed as you finished, noticing your throat was sore too. Awesome.

Before you could bury your face in paper work again, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jumped and turned around to see 3 faces, full of concern.

" y/n? Are you alright today?" Connor slowly leaned down onto one knee so he could better see your face, which he then softly took into his hands, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. He looked so distressed, his caring eyes boring into yours. His hands were soft and cold, and you leaned into them, closing you eyes. Another palm pressed against your forehead and you sighed in appreciation.

"She has a high fever." a low voice murmured, and you suspected it belonged to Nines.

Blinking your eyes open, you started to open you mouth to say something, but instead a cough started. A tissue was pressed into your hand, and you brought it to your mouth, noticing Sixty had given it to you.

And was also giving you the softest look you have ever seen the sarcastic android wear.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as the group coddled you with their worried looks.

"Guys I'm fineee" you totally lied, sniffing your nose once again and leaning back away from the group to clear your throat.

"You are clearly not" Nines answered, crossing his arms as his LED went yellow, raising his eyebrows

"I agree with him, you need to go home" Connor gave you a sympathetic look and dragged his hands down from your face to your hands, and took them in his, rubbing the knuckles.

"Let us take you home sweetheart" Sixty tilted his head and brushed a hand through your hair.

You grumbled and shook your head, trying to look assertive "I have work to do, I cant leave"

Connor sighed, looking at his fellow RK units, LED flashing amber. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Sweet cheeks, we can do this the easy way-" Sixty started, shooing a reluctant Connor away from his crouching position to stand in front of you and put his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward so you couldn't escape his gaze "-or the hard way. Which is it gonna be?"

Glancing up at Sixty, you stuck your lips out and harrumphed, choosing to look out the window instead of the android and crossing your arms in defiance.

"The hard way it is then"

you turned back to ask him what he was going to do, but it turned into a yelp and finished in a cough.

Nines had swept you from your chair, holding you in his arms bridal style.

And was giving you a small smile.

You gasped like a fish out of water and thrashed slightly in his hold, which you quickly found out did nothing. You were secure in his arms.

Your over-exhertion resulted in more coughing, and Nines smug expression morphed into one of concern as he turned to his fellow units.

All of their LED's started flashing and you knew they were having a private android conversation.

Unfair.

Nines turned his steely gaze to Connor, who just nodded and started off towards their partner Hank, who was looking at your group with a troubled expression. You watched as Nines then turned to Sixty and motioned with his head to the stations front door, to which the rk800 responded by quirking his lips upwards, and rushed forward to kiss your hair, before leaving the main office to go to reception.

Nines adjusted you in his hold, before heading to follow behind Sixty.

As you walked through the lobby, you saw stares pointed at you from androids and humans alike. Everyone was giving you and Nines a raised eyebrow, and you were so embarrassed that you just instinctively leaned forward to hide in Nine's neck, silently apologizing when you coughed into him. He noticed and fastened his pace, lightly kissing your head and whispering in your ear for only you to hear:

"It's okay my darling, we'll take care of you."

Here come the butterflies again.

Or you were just really sick.

Maybe a bit of both.

In the blink of an eye you were fastened in the passenger's seat of your car, with all androids present and accounted for. Connor had told you that they had all taken the day off, and Hank saw his opportunity to leave for the day also. Hank had also wished you well, and said quote "being sick's a bitch". That had given you a giggle, but you still felt guilty for leaving. And now you were taking the 3 smartest detectives from the force.

"But Connor, I have so much work to do" you whined, once again giving the androids half-hearted death glares from around the car.

Nobody reacted, except for Sixty

"You look like a pouting baby" he chuckled and leaned back in his car seat, gazing out the window instead of meeting you now rage filled eyes. Your face was stuck in a jaw-dropped gasp, and you watched Connor turn his head to raise a judging eyebrow at his twin, who continued to ignore everyone.

But you saw that smug grin on his face.

Nines was the one driving, and kept checking your temperature with his hands during the trip to your house. You know you started the drive pretty lucid, but you knew it was getting worse.

You were so in pain from your throat and stuffed up nose, that a few hot tears slid down your face. You turned your head and huffed, hoping none of the boys saw it, but almost immediately after those tears hit your big puffy jacket, a gentle hand was on your chin turning your head in a certain direction.

Nine's direction.

The android had quickly punched in the coordinates to your house and set the car on auto drive when he saw your condition getting worse, and had noticed your tears the second they ran down your cheeks.

"Hey look at me, it's okay were going to help you" a few more tears slid down your cheeks at the comforting words, and Nines gave you the sweetest look to ever adorn his usually un-fazed expression, full of sympathy.

"He's right, we're going to do everything in our power to help you recover as fast as possible" Connor leaned over in his seat to kiss the side of your head while you finally closed your eyes, letting a comfortable darkness take over.

And finally, you fell asleep.

"....-ful sixty! you...e go...to wake th.....p if you hol...em like that"

"..-ever im...b..ing as care...as i can"

Your lids fluttered as you absorbed a conversation around you. Hearing bits and pieces as it felt like you were once again being carried somewhere.

You felt safe and warm, so you snuggled into the body holding you and shut your eyes once again.

"w...- up my heart"

The first thing you felt was a hand on your forehead.

You also noticed a body pressed to your back.

Blinking your weary eyes open, you meet Nines adoring gaze. His LED was yellow however, and he was leaning on one knee in front of your bed. Scrunching up your nose, you wondered how you even got to your bed. A voice behind you chuckled in response, you must have said that out loud. Nines took the hand previously on your forehead and leisurely stroked it down your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Well i drove us to your residence, and then Sixty carried you. We....-" he looked away with a stony expression as his LED flashed red, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"what did you do" you croaked out, pouting your lips out as Nines stared at an interesting corner of your room.

"We couldn't find your house key, so we had to break in" another voice piped up, and you looked to see a guilty Connor standing in the doorway with a cup of what looked like steaming tea.

The room went quiet as you stared with wide eyes as the boys.

"We'll pay for the window." the voice behind you mumbled, before nuzzling into your hair.

And then, surprising the androids and even yourself, you burst into laughter. Which turned into more coughing.

The body behind you (sixty) shook with chuckles, until your coughing fit started. The RK unit immediately stopped his laughter and helped you sit up, while Connor came and dropped the mug of tea on your bedside table before rushing out of the room.

Nines leaned forward to take your hand, and rub gently into it, silently reassuring you.

Waving your hand in front of you, the coughing stopped as you hastily addressed them.

"Sorry guys, that happens when you get sick" you hiccupped a laugh, but the boys didn't react. They silently shared a look.

And then Connor reappeared.

"You need to take all of these"

and you gasped as you saw basically an entire medicine cabinet in his arms. The android looked extremely worried, and was giving you the softest eyes. If he asked, you probably would take all of them.

You saw Nines sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, and you wondered what had happened while you were out. On second glance at the cough medicine in his arms, you made a realization.

"Is that the brand of medicine that I brought to work?" you stuttered out, looking at Connor.

He shifted from foot to foot "I went to the store, and my memory record showed that this was your favorite brand. I didn't know how many to get, so I got...... a few"

The RK unit looked down on you with a small smile as you beamed.

They were the best.

And then an alarm went off.

You raised an eyebrow and watched as it was Nines turn to hot-footed it somewhere, and it looked like he was heading to the kitchen. Suddenly feeling a weight on your lap, you looked down to see Sixty had settled his head on your legs, and was gazing up at you.

"He's making Chicken noodle soup, Hank sent a recipe." Sixty murmured, and you watched his hand go up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You instantly melted.

Maybe you would have a nice time being sick.

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HERE IT IS

Im sorry if that ending is a little out of character, just thought it was funny LOL

Still getting used to writing the three of them and their dynamics

Also feel free to request anything! I enjoy them :D

Thank you for the idea Ant1SocialVapor3on!

SORRY FOR SPELLING ERRORS

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh hank #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh sixty #dbh sixty x reader

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Treat Me Like A Slut

Title: Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2K

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Warnings: m!Dom/f!sub, Dom!August, sub!reader, bondage, flogging, gagging with panties, butt plug, unprotected vaginal sex, unprotected anal sex, creampie

A/N: I wrote this because I needed to get it out of my head. August Walker needs to start paying rent in my head. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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“August, please–” You tried to plead with your Dom but he cut you off so fast that it made your head spin.

“You’ve lost your privileges to use my name, Angel. Now, as I was saying, panties off and give them to me.” He reached out his hand expectantly.

You rose from your chair and reached under your dress until you hook your fingers along the waistband of your thong. Pulling it down slowly, you maintain eye contact with August. You step out of it and put them in his waiting hand. Putting the underwear in his pocket, he nods.

“Kneel.” He commands, unbuttoning the cuffs of his deep purple dress shirt and then rolling them up to reveal his hairy, vein-streaked forearms.

“Yes, Sir.” You reply and lower to your knees, knowing that you can’t talk your way out of this one.

“I think it’s time to remind you who’s in charge here, Angel. You seem to have forgotten.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You keep your eyes lowered to the unforgiving wooden floor beneath you.

“I wish I could believe you. Follow me, Angel,” You start to rise before August stops you, “No. You’re to crawl behind me. And one more thing,” He leans down and pushes the button on the bottom of the plug currently nestled inside you.

When it comes to life, you let out a strangled moan. You had been wearing the new plug for hours and weren’t aware of the vibration feature. Starting to squirm, you open your mouth to plead with August.

“Before you even start, this was your doing, wasn’t it? Bothering me while I worked earlier today. And then doing so again not a handful of hours later. It’s almost as if you like being punished, Angel,” He smirks down at you, knowing the last bit to be true, “Hands and knees, follow me.”

Leaving his office, you move as fast as you can behind him. With every movement, you can feel the vibrations against your hole. You try and hide your arousal but your frail resolve betrays you. You let out a groan and are surprised to bump into the solid wall that is August’s leg.

He sighs deeply but doesn’t turn around as he addresses you, “If you cum before you’ve been given permission, there will be hell to pay. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” You force the words out as you struggle to steady your breathing.

When August starts to walk again, you follow him. In your bedroom, happy to be on plush carpeting, you feel yourself begin to relax. Too soon, you find. 

August sits on one side of the four-poster bed you share and beckons you with one finger. You stand on wobbly legs and he pulls you forward and over his lap. You could have figured this is where this day was going to go, but you were too busy being a brat to think of the consequences.

Pulling your dress up over your ass, he massages the flesh of your globes. “You’re going to count these out, Angel. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” You answer and feel August reach over you to the nightstand drawer. You know what’s in that drawer and you stiffen in his lap.

“Oh, now you see the repercussion, huh? If you didn’t want the flogger, you shouldn’t have misbehaved.” He allows you to hold onto his pant leg as he pulls out the aforementioned tool.

He lets the leather tendrils ghost over the skin of your calves and thighs. Raising the flogger above his shoulder, he delivers the first blow.

“One.”

“Hm. This angle…I don’t like it. Up, Angel,” He walks around to the other side of the bed and has you lay down on your stomach in the center of the bed, “Just like that. Now, you are going to keep your legs open for me. If you can’t do that, I can restrain your ankles to the bed just as easily.”

You turn your head behind you and see that the cuffs are already attached to the foot of the bed and your eyebrows raise.

“Angel, if you want to be cuffed, just say so.” He smiles down at you, relishing your excitement.

“Sir, I would like to be restrained.”

“Good girl. I’m proud of you. Would you like your wrists cuffed as well or just the ankles?”

“Wrists and ankles please, Sir.”

“My sweet Angel, as you wish.” He goes about locking both ankles into the heavy cuffs, planting a gentle kiss just above where the leather sits against your skin. Moving to the head of the bed, he locks your wrists into the restraints as well.

You test your mobility and you get a thrill out of the thought of giving complete control to August. You look at him and nod that you are ready to begin. 

“You’re going to count to ten, Angel. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

As he begins his assault on your ass, you count aloud. Every thunderclap is harder and louder than the last. More than once, one of the tendrils falls between your spread legs and slaps against the plug or your netherlips.

Thwap! “Ten!”

August grunts and throws the flogger on the bed. He walks to the end of the bed and surveys his handiwork as he begins to undress. He can see where there will be bruising tomorrow, he’ll remember to go easy on you later. He grins when you wriggle your hips, showing off your still-vibrating plug and leaking cunt. 

Taking your panties out of his pocket before taking his pants off, he walks to the head of the bed where you turn to look at him.

“What color, Angel?”

“Green, Sir.” You smile lazily.

“Good. Open your mouth,” You open your mouth and he stuffs your underwear inside, “Now that you’re gagged, we’re gonna use fingers. Thumb out means good, your first finger means to slow down, and your middle finger means stop. Okay?”

You extend both thumbs and smile around your panties. He caresses your cheek and crawls on the bed, kneeling behind your ass and stroking his thick, hard cock. Reaching over you, he steals a pillow and props your hips up to give him easier access.

Using a finger, he collects some of your pussy juice and swirls it around your clit. You didn’t expect him to use the other hand to scratch down one abused cheek. When that wrangles a moan out of you, he licks and lays kisses upon both cheeks. He peppers in some nibbles on a few sensitive spots on your hips as well.

With you savoring the attention on your bottom, you weren’t expecting for August to enter you in the next breath. The heat, the warmth, the tightness. They welcome him in and elicit a hiss from both of you. 

Pulling out slowly and then slamming back in rocks the bed and it feels amazing. August puts one hand on the back of your neck and one on your hip. Starting his rhythm again, he crashes his hips against yours in an almost animalistic pattern. Rutting into you, he praises you for being such a good girl for him.

Writhing beneath him, you’re forced to take every thrust he dishes out. Feeling him so deep inside you at this angle, you thank your lucky stars that this is what happens after you accept your fate. You get to have this god of a man pounding out your insides in the middle of the day.

You were too in your head to notice when August turns up the vibration on the butt plug. The muffled wail that comes out of your mouth is music to his ears and you feel him twitch inside you, but he doesn’t stop.

No, he’s not going to cum before you do. 

“Don’t hold back, Angel. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He breathes, the hand on the back of your neck is now moving around to the front as he applies slight pressure to the sides.

Your legs start to shake and you can feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm. The hand that was at your hip now reaches up to remove the thong from your mouth just in time for you to release a heavenly howl that reverberates through the both of you.

Before you come down from your euphoric high, you feel the plug being removed from your ass. It’s being replaced with the blunt tip of August’s cock and you love the sensation of being stretched around him as he sinks in.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re like a fucking vice, so good for me.” He loves the moments like this where you’re all fucked out. Your semi-lifeless body underneath him is just for his pleasure at this point.

What neither of you expected was for your breathing to pick up in a manner that could only mean one thing. You could feel the knot inside you tightening again. Before you even try and ask, you’re commanded.

“Come for me, Angel.” He’s wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around your upper torso as you let go. 

You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and your asshole gripping his dick so much so that he has to pause in fucking you.

But, he doesn’t mind it for long as you feel him engorged and pulsing inside you within seconds. He rests his head against yours for a beat while he comes down. As he begins to soften, you can feel him slip out of you followed by some of his spend. 

He lays a kiss on your shoulder before unwrapping himself from around you. He trails kisses down your back, stopping just before your plump rear. He uses both hands to open your ass and watch as his jizz drips down your ass and pussy lips.

He releases you from the cuffs, rubbing the space where they sat upon your skin. He retrieves a wet washcloth from the en suite bathroom and wipes you down before laying in bed next to you and pulling you close.

He smiles down at you as you tangle your fingers in his chest hair.

“All you wanted was attention, am I right?” He asks, his hand tracing patterns on one hip.

“Yes, but–”

“But, you thought you could interrupt me and not be punished for it.”

You hide your face in his shoulder and try and end the conversation. He grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him.

“Sounds like this won’t be the last time that you interrupt me for attention. Do I even get a ‘sorry’ for the time you took me away from my work?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” 

When August deems your apology to be sincere, he places a chaste kiss on your lips. When you furrow your brows and whine, he rolls his eyes before leaning back in to claim your mouth. Not wanting to rile you up again, he lets go of your chin and lays back down.

“Ya know, I spoil you, Angel.” He winks at you as you nod exuberantly.

“I know, Sir. And thank you.”

“Now, where was this polite girl an hour ago?” He raises an eyebrow and shoots a look at you.

“Busy being ignored, Sir.”

He opens his mouth for a retort, but he doesn’t have one. 

“Valid point,” He laughs inwardly, one arm going behind his head, “Can you forgive me, Angel?”

Leaning up on one arm and donning a serious face, you answer him, “I think I can be persuaded to forgive you.”

“That serious, huh?”

You nod gravely, “I think it might cost you, Sir.”

“Ah, and what might that be?”

“A weekend away. Just you and me, please?” Your eyes couldn’t get any more adorable than they were at that point.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “I think I can arrange that.”

“Thank you, August,” You say, kissing his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He rubs soothing circles on your hip until your breathing even out and you both take a much-deserved nap.

A/N: I got the title from the Kim Petras song, Treat Me Like A Slut. That song never fails to make me think of August and I had to write out my thots.

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pandorcas microfic | 1115 words | NSFW

for my darling euge @ecstarry, inspired by this post cw: knife play

Dorcas closes the door and collapses against it as the last of her guests leave the apartment. While she loves hosting, she can’t help but look forward to the moment when it’s just her and Pandora again. She sighs and lets her eyes slip close for a moment. The lights are still dimmed and the background music thrums through her. Her eyes finally crack open to see Pandora leaving the kitchen, holding a small cake out in front of her. 

“Dora, what’s this?” Dorcas asks. She wasn’t expecting anything more after the party Pandora had just thrown her.

“Oh, just a little something for the birthday girl,” Pandora says. Up close, Dorcas can see the cake has dark red frosting with a white trim and three white candles on top. Pandora’s eyes shine from the light of the flames. Pandora walks up to her and holds out the cake.

“Make a wish, darling,” Pandora says, with a smirk. Dorcas catches the wild glint in her eyes. The edge of danger, the moment before the drop. Pandora’s pupils are eating away at the blue of her irises. Dorcas feels breathless.

She maintains eye contact as she leans in, puckers her lips, and blows out the candles one at a time. Pandora hums happy birthday and places the cake on her side table where a carving knife lays. She picks it up and cuts a small slice, balancing it on the side of the blade.

“Want a taste?” She holds up the knife to Dorcas’ mouth. A challenge, a dare. But that’s how it’s felt ever since they started this. Even before it, if she’s honest. Precariously teetering on the edge of a blade. And who is Dorcas to back down from it. Dorcas parts her lips and accepts. The tip of the knife slips in. The sweet taste of the icing hits her tongue. The cake is delicious. Soft and spongy. Dorcas swallows.

“How is it?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Really? Let me try some.” Pandora holds up the knife, and licks along the side in one long stripe. Dorcas can’t tear her eyes away from the dark red icing staining her pink mouth. “Mm, that is good. Let me try some more.”

Pandora skims some frosting off the top of the cake before turning towards Dorcas. “I know you’ve been watching me all night, Cas.” 

With the clean edge of the knife she flicks a braid over Dorcas’ shoulder before dragging the tip of the blade across Dorcas’ left collarbone, the blade biting the skin but not breaking it. Dorcas feels her heart speed up, her palms start to sweat. Pandora smears the icing in the hollow of her throat, and Dorcas almost chokes when the coolness of the knife is replaced by Pandora’s hot tongue cleaning up the mess.

“But you’ve been such a good girl. So patient and sweet. So attentive with your guests even though it’s your day.” It’s getting harder and harder for Dorcas to formulate coherent thoughts. The knife is back, tracing up her neck before hitting her pulse point. Pandora presses in and Dorcas moans at the sensation, pulse fluttering under the blade. Pandora scrapes the icing on the underside of Dorcas’ jaw, before once again Pandora's mouth is on her. Pandora sucks hard, and Dorcas’ back arches off the door, pushing their chests together but Pandora keeps her hips angled away. She licks a stripe from Dorcas’ jaw line to behind her ear, nips at her earlobe.

“Now, I’ve got the birthday girl all to myself. Whatever shall I do with you?” Pandora murmurs, lips brushing the shell of Dorcas’ ear.

She leans back slightly, so that Dorcas can see her whole face. Pandora looks giddy. She slides the knife across Dorcas’ cheek and follows the movement with her eyes. It’s almost a tender caress, until the blade presses into the skin of her cheekbone drawing blood. Dorcas’ breath stutters, her chest heaving in a futile attempt to draw in air. She feels high off the adrenaline.

“Pandora.”

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Pandora says, awestruck, as if Dorcas is something special. A fragile piece of art. Or a specimen under the glass. Pandora grabs Dorcas by the chin in a tight grip. She leans in and collects the icing from Dorcas’ cheek with her tongue, lapping up the trickle of blood but avoiding the split skin. 

As soon as her grip slackens, Dorcas turns her head to crash their mouths together, and the tension ignites. Pandora presses Dorcas into the door, thigh sliding between her legs. Dorcas moans into her mouth at instant relief after being on the edge for so long. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, a battle from the start. The sweetness of the icing, mixing with metallic taste of iron, and something uniquely Pandora is a heady combination. Dorcas can’t get close enough.

“Need more,” Dorcas gasps into Pandora’s mouth. 

“I’ll take care of you, babygirl.” Pandora bites Dorcas’ bottom lip hard, then soothes the sting with her tongue as her hand sneaks between them to undo Dorcas’ jeans. Pandora slips her hand into Dorcas’ pants, and without warning presses a finger into her. Pandora greedily swallows the noises falling from her mouth.

“Fuck.” In retaliation, Dorcas nips at her neck and sucks a bruise into her pulse point. Dorcas already knows she’s dripping, has been since the moment this started, so after a few moments, a second finger easily joins the first. Pandora’s thumb circles her clit, and Dorcas chokes out a sob, hiding her face in Pandora’s neck as Pandora starts to fuck her in earnest.

Dorcas’ hips jerk forward as Pandora’s thumb presses into her clit. Her fingers pump into her harder, faster, bringing Dorcas to the edge too quickly. But when she feels the tip of the knife press into the hinge of her jaw, Dorcas knows she’s done for.

“Look at me. I want to see you as you come for me,” Pandora says. Dorcas’ eyes meet Pandora’s as she moves the knife to press into the front of Dorcas’ throat. Dorcas takes in her flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and the dark eyes pinning her in place. Pandora Rosier looks like sin incarnate. “There you are.”

Dorcas’ vision black out. She throws her head back with a cry, and Pandora uses the opportunity to lavish her neck, still working her through her orgasm. It takes Dorcas a few moments to return to herself.

“Definitely one of the best birthday presents I’ve ever received,” Dorcas tells her, laughing in disbelief.

“Oh angel, the night’s just getting started,” Pandora coos. Her face breaks out into a mocking grin. “You better hold on.”

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Facade!

In which the reader may take Hops feelings a Bit too much Into consideration. I had this concept running through my head while I was at work, I'm not the best at writing but I just wanted to be a Bit silly with this one!! <o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o> ....It was over (Y/N) Stood on the Field, Smoke clearing from the Final battle that had taken place, They wouldn't have admitted it out loud but they felt a sense of relief watching Their Pokemon shrink down to size and collapse in front of them as cruel as it may have sounded, It was all apart of the plan right? "Inteleon, Return" (Y/N) Spoke, Their voice Steady and Calm as They returned the Lizard Pokemon Into its ball with a flash of Red. They looked across the Field at the purple haired boy that had merely stood there In shock. Finally after many losses against his Rival, His friend...He had won? Just like that? His expression was Unreadable as (Y/N) Moved toward Him, a Soft smile making its way across Their face as they held Their gloved hand out "Congratulations Hop, That was a super tough battle! couldn't say I'd expect anything Less from you!" (Y/N) said Chipperly, Looking Into hops Copper eyes. "I...I won?" The trainer blinked at his friend, His eyes widening as he listened to the Deafening Cheers around the Stadium "I Won! I can- I Can move Up a Rank! I Can finally face Lee and Battle for the rank of Champion!" (Y/N) Cleared Their throat, Gesturing toward Their Outstretched hand. "Oh- Right!" Hop firmly grasped the hand of His friend, Giving it a shake, (Y/N) moved Their other hand to gently grasp Hops. "Promise me something Hop?" (Y/N) Asked, Maintaining eye contact with the trainer Infront of them, Earning a strange Look from the Young man Infront of Them. "Don't ever give Up." <o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o><o> (Y/N) Stood in the empty Locker room afterward, Their gaze locked On one of the TV's stationed Infront of one of the Benches "Teleon..." the Pokemon Beside then Gave them a knowing Look, They we're Holding Back out there, It knew It. (Y/N) Looked to Their partner, a Fond look In their eyes as they reached Up to Pet the side of the Lizard Pokemons face "I Know, I'm sorry for making a Bad call out there, I Just- I don't think I would have been able to Beat him." (Y/N) Moved Their hand from the face of their partner and scratched the back of Their neck "After everything I Just feel like its for the best..." They took another Look at the TV, seeing the smile on her friends face as He delivered one last final blow to Leons Charizard. "...To see Him happy."

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