#Either way nasty white tips

[ratwizz]

From a Snake Queen to a Solitaire Peasant <\3

#In my brain I had to give Sam nasty frosted tips #I think in uni Alice convinced him it was a good idea and he's either still growing it out or he keeps it up #Either way nasty white tips #I hope I can post my Alice sam and Gwen doodles soon!! #tmp fanart #tmp #redacted tmp #the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol fanart #my art #wizzart #the magnus archives fanart #the magnus archives #tma #tma fanart #alice dyer #samama khalid #tma comic #tmp comic #Tmagp

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji with a nympho reader. includes three hc's & eac accompanied w little drabbles.

word count. 940

note. uhm, part 2 of this, i think. based on an anon request.

tags. dom!toji fushiguro x nympho!female reader. smut \\ mdni. dirty talk, p in v -> unprotected, hair pulling, degredation (reader gets called dumb, nasty), teasing, oral; m. receiving, exhibitionism kinda, lots of cum (and creampies), daddy kink once, toji takes pictures / videos, reader gets called 'doll, princess, pretty, cute.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 knows you can’t keep your hands to yourself. no matter where you are or who you’re with – when you see your boyfriend do anything remotely attractive, you’re instantly turned on. the tingles you feel in your lower abdomen accompanied by the throbbing in your crotch are enough to make you go insane. toji either notices this and teases you, or deliberately ignores your squirms and shy whispers that try to catch his attention. 

“can’t wait now can you, princess?” toji’s hand tightly grips your hair, pulling it to try and hold you back from wrapping your mouth around his cock. your watery eyes are entirely focused on its erect form in front of you, practically drooling at the thought of sucking your boyfriend off. frankly, you couldn’t care about your family members who are waiting for your return in the living room down the hall. your needs were present in this small space - the bathroom - with you kneeling before the man you desire.  “fuck.” toji takes a deep breath, his dick twitching at the sight of you looking so cockdrunk when you hadn’t even gotten a taste. he is leaning against the bathroom wall with his head thrown back, adam's apple bobbing in his throat with the amount of grunts he’s trying to stifle, the moment you start sucking him off. one of his veiny hands held the back of your head, nearly forcing the tip of his cock to hit the deepest parts of your mouth whilst he kept his other hand over his mouth. he loves the fact that you enjoy pleasuring him – your addiction to him and his body never fails to make him feel light-headed.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 never denies you pleasure. it’s like you’re subconsciously hypnotising him and making him obsessed with you. he doesn’t have the needs to jerk off by himself anymore when you’re available — he can just ask you if you want to and you’re ready to do whatever. toji truly appreciates it and never forgets to return the favor one way or another. there’s no better way to reward you than to grant you the satisfaction you deserve.

“easy there, doll.” toji sighs. he watches as you lose control on top of him - eyes rolled back as you moan so deliciously. your boyfriend gets off to your noises and the way you try to satisfy both him and yourself at the same time. you lift your hips and slam them down on his cock repeatedly, his heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass with each thrust. you could feel toji’s cum - the earlier loads he’s dumped in your needy pussy - coat his dick a translucent white. his big thighs and pelvis are sticky with a mixture of your bodily juices. you shake your head and babble something in the direction of not being able stop, “feels t-too good. .” “i know, i know.” toji lets out a low chuckle. he didn’t even have to do anything. he lays back against the couch, half-lidded eyes lazily checking your bare figure out, rough hands holding your hair back so it wouldn’t hide your lewd facial expressions from him. you can’t go on forever — he knows and he offers to take over, promises to fuck you so good that it’ll put you right to sleep afterwards, but you stubbornly shake your head. even if you refuse and continue sloppily riding him, toji decides to flip you over anyway.  he hammers his cock into you - leaving you no time to think of anything else. every sweet spot of yours is touched, every inch of your insides is filled and stretched. your desperate moans and squirming body only serve to prove your enjoyment. “look at you. nasty little girl - so fuckin’ desperate for my cock, eh? don’cha worry, I’ll give you it over ‘n over ‘til you pass out on me.” 

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn’t want to forget those moments where you’re begging him to fuck you. he’s always teasing you, asking you to repeat those sentences in that soft voice of yours over and over. sometimes he’ll even record your cute little begs as he’s fucking you dumb. for. . . personal use.

“whadd’ya say? c’mon, repeat it f’daddy.” toji coos, hips stilling and refusing to move until you repeat those sinful sentences to him. your soft, frustrated cries into the pillow are muffled — you were nearing your long-awaited orgasm before your lover decided to edge you. you sniff and decide to be stubborn back, pushing and pulling your ass back and forth, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. “aht, aht.” toji scoffs at your desperate attempts. he roughly smacks your ass and tugs your head back by your hair. you breathe in the fresh air after your face was buried into the pillow for so long. toji’s face was right next to yours, husky voice whispering into your ear; “i said repeat y’r words to me. or did i fuck ya dumb already?” you shake your head with a pout. everything was too much — in an addictive way. the overstimulation was addicting. the feeling of being used as a cumdump for your lover that night got you saying the filthiest of things. all of them were being recorded by toji; his phone in one hand with the camera pointed down at the way your back was perfectly arched. and your ass covered in cum was also captured on screen. toji wasn’t done with you until his gallery was filled with tons of pictures and videos.

tagging. @redskyvenus @marimogf @satoruhour xx

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #jjk x you #toji x you

[fandxmslxt69]

Terrible Liar

Avenger!Loki x Avenger!f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injury (reader has a nasty ass wound), mentions of blood and medical supplies, Loki and reader are both assholes to each other but its FUNNY. Rushed plot bc this came to me in a fever dream. Maybe some bad grammar, run on sentences etc. Ignore those ahaha. this is NOT edited or reviewed AT ALL. she's as raw as they come.

A/N: This came to be in a fever dream. Btw. Like God sent it to me. I'm sorry if it feels rushed I was so desperate to get it all down I blacked out. IT'S 5K OKAY MY BAD AHAHAH i'm kind of a slut for this kind of trope so MY BAD. anyway this is for THE @sarahscribbles 's Christmas Celebration!! Sorry I'm a little late, these two wouldn't shut the fuck up so I got carried away. ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY SARAH I LOVE YOU <3

Synopsis: What could possibly go wrong with spending a night sharing a room with Loki? (aka: enemies to lovers + one bed trope)

Word count: 5K

Oh man. You watched Loki bang the hood of the car in anger. That can’t be good. 

You rested your head against the window of the stolen car, taking deep breaths. You could feel your whole body shaking from the adrenaline. You hadn’t calmed down a single bit since the ride out here. How long has it been? Probably less than an hour. You had no idea how far out you were from the nearest town and it absolutely was not the right time for this car to stop. Your entire body hurt from getting kicked in the ass repeatedly during the fight, and your head spun. Your left side throbbed and your shoulder screamed in agony. Not to mention, you are completely separated from the rest of the group, and you have no means of communication. Somewhere along the way, you had lost your comm, and your spare was of no use. Loki said the lines were down anyway, so it wasn’t much help to begin with. 

Speaking of the devil, he threw the door of the car open, letting in the chill winter air, and huffed as he got back in, slamming the door behind him. “Stupid, useless vehicle. What is the point of transportation if it fails so easily?” He grumbled.

“It’s out of gas, genius,” “Well it’s not making for a very efficient getaway car,” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well?” You looked at him expectantly, but he only looked back with an expression of confusion. You sat up straighter to face him, but your vision blurred and your head swam. It took you a minute to collect yourself. “We can;t just sit here, we’ll freeze to death,” Loki scoffed. “No I won’t,” You clenched your jaw. “Okay, I’ll freeze to death,” “Tragedy,” His tone was dead as he pulled out his phone to mess with. “I’ll let them know it was a heroic death,” “You’re such an asshole,” “How original,” You nearly growled. “Laufeyson,” “Agent,” He replied smoothly, looking up at you with one of those disarming grins. You were not falling for it. You may be delirious and crashing soon, but you were not falling for Loki’s charms. 

“We need to figure something out,” “You mean I need to figure it out,” “Oh my fucking god. I’m not gonna sit here like some passenger princess-” “Agent, you are trembling so hard you couldn’t even walk a foot much less help out in this little dilemma,” Loki interrupted. “I have no desire to starve out here, and horrifyingly, I can’t find it in my heart to let you die out here either. I’ll figure it out,” 

You grumbled under your breath, and you were certain he heard you because he grinned wider and went back to messing with his phone. 

He was right though, you were shaking really hard- both from the adrenaline and now, the cold. Whenever you exhaled, a puff of white air formed in front of you, and the tip of your nose was starting to go numb. The idea of leaving your fate at the moment in the hands of Loki was an absolutely horrifying idea, since you knew how reckless this guy tended to be. But you didn’t have much of a choice, and as much as it physically pained you to sit quietly and wait, you did just that. It was made another fifteen minutes before Loki peeled his eyes away from the phone pad. He opened the door to the car, and stepped out. 

“Hey!” You yelled. “Where the hell are you going? Close the goddamn door!” But of course, he didn’t bother answering or listening. He looked around, staring at his phone occasionally before surveying the area again. And just when you thought he couldn’;t get more insane, he started walking away from the car. Your heart squeezed in your chest. Was he going to leave you here? Like hell he was. You kicked open your door, shakingly getting out of the car. You were vaguely aware of the stab of pain at your side that nearly had you doubled over as black spots danced in your vision, but you willed yourself to push it aside. You slammed the door shut as you walked out after Loki. 

“Hey!” You yelled out to him. You had no idea if he could even hear you with the way the wind howled and snow whipped at your face. It was freezing cold, snow biting your cheeks and your teeth chattering after being out here for less than a few minutes. “Laufeyson!” You yelled louder, arm clutching your side and limping in the direction he walked in. No answer. You were positive a storm was kicking up. 

“Loki!” You screamed this time, as loud as your voice let you. Your chest heaved, your throat hurt, and the air you gulped stung so bad you were so close to never breathing it again. 

“Loki! God help me, Loki, when I find you!” You looked around slowly, yet all you saw was the outline of your stolen car in the winds, and white. So much white. “I’ll haunt you, you know!” You shouted into the wind. “If I die here, I’ll haunt you forever!” You had to shield your eyes from the harsh snow as you yelled. You knew he couldn’t hear you, but you also knew that he couldn’t have gotten too far. How long could he even last out here? Damn it, he could probably last a while. 

Stupid, horrible, arrogant Loki. You contemplated going back to the car, but decided that if you were going to imagine a million and one ways to kill and haunt Loki for eternity, you might as well do it while freezing out here. You were only at number fifteen of your haunting possibilities when you heard his stupidly smooth voice. “What in the Nine Realms do you think you’re doing out here?”

You whirled around to find him standing there, absolutely unaffected by the weather or your situation. His cheeks were rosy and his pretty hair was up in a bun (that was more falling apart than anything) and pretty snowflakes hung in the curls. 

He looked….well. He looked heavenly, to say the least. 

“I was out here looking for you,” You shot back as harshly as you could, but with the way your teeth chattered and the small smirk that tugged at his lips, it didn’t seem to be working. “You should have stayed in the car,” He sounded almost…angry. Why the hell would he be angry when he left you behind? Although, the frown and furrowed brows were a little cute. “You shouldn’t have wandered off and left me behind,” “I was coming to get you,” “Like hell you were,” “I was,” He stepped closer to you, and you had to hold back everything to not huddle up closer to him like a goddamn penguin. He snapped his fingers and you felt something warm and heavy fall on your shoulders. “Put that on. We’re leaving,” 

“Leaving?! Where the hell are we leaving?! Do I need to remind you that we are stranded in the middle of a storm?!” 

Loki grumbled as he forcefully got you into the jacket he conjured. You didn’t bother saying thank you, which was fine because he only kept glaring at you before marching ahead. 

“Where are you going?!” He didn’t bother answering. “Loki!” Assshit. You grumbled and huffed the entire time as you hurried after him, trying to block off the tingling ache at your side. You knew you didn’t get stabbed. Maybe it’s a big cut. You were certain you’d know if a knife had lodged itself into your side. 

You had no idea where Loki was taking you but you kept your mouth shut in hopes that it was someplace warm and safe. 

“Your hair looks like shit,” You blurted out. Okay, maybe not always keeping your mouth shut.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye. “You don’t look much better,” “Yeah but I said it first,” “Maybe I should have left you in the car,” “I would’ve still found you,” “Yes, haunting me forever,” “You heard that?!” He shrugged. “I was heading back to the car. You weren’t exactly quiet,” You stared at him with wide eyes. “And you didn’t even say anything,” “I found it too amusing to interrupt,” You frowned, shoving him with your shoulder. Wrong move apparently, because your vision started spinning and your knees nearly buckled. Loki wrapped an arm around you ever so gently, as if scared you’d shatter otherwise. “Stop talking,” He snapped. “And stop being so damn aggressive. I would like to make this journey without you collapsing on me,” “I’m not going to collapse,” You mumbled. “You always were a terrible liar,” He muttered under his breath, and more or less carried you to your destination. At first, you didn’t let him, but he won eventually, like he always did, and you leaned the rest of your weight onto him. 

You had no idea where you were until you reached the smack middle of a small town. A picture perfect fantasy, almost. Little houses and small shops lined with lights and trees and covered in snow. It was like stepping into a Hallmark movie. Each house was so full of light, and even through the howling wind, you could hear the sounds of laughter and shrieking children. 

How the hell did Loki find this place? “There’s a motel here. We’ll book rooms, spend the night. I’m sure there’s Wi-Fi too,” Loki sounded like he was talking more to himself than you. 

“Freaking out?” You asked. 

“Yes. I’m thinking of which way Stark will kill me if you die,” “Pfft. Tony wouldn’t kill you,” Loki raised his eyebrows but stayed quiet as he walked you both through the town. The storm was clearly picking up, and you were thankful that he had all those genes to keep him alive in this weather, and that he was able to find this place. 

When you reached the motel- which appeared to be the only one in town- you couldn’t help smiling (even if you couldn’t feel your face at all anymore). It was a cute little building, rustic and heartwarming. Little snowmen lined the front, and a bed jingled as you and Loki entered. The inside was even better, with burgundy and gold designs and wallpaper that looked like it came straight out of a Victorian novel. It was cozy, and more importantly, warm. 

You almost sobbed in relief as you practically collapsed onto an armchair by the counter. Your body sank into it, your nerves singing in joy as you slowly felt your fingertips again. 

“Are you alright?” Loki asked. 

You nodded. “Yup,” He made a sound of disapproval. “You need to lie better,” “Go shove your head through the wall,” You muttered back. He only grinned. Loki didn’t even appear fazed or relieved at the warmth, and simply marched up to the counter. There was no one there, and he rang the bell at least five times. 

“Would you stop that?” You snapped after the sixth time.

“It’s a bell. It’s meant to be used,” “Not like that,” “It’s how you call for attention,” “Well I’m sure whoever runs this place will be here shortly,” He lasted a whole two minutes before he hit the bell again. 

“Loki,” You hissed. 

“Just a minute!” You heard a cheery voice call from the back, and a short old lady appeared, seemingly out of breath. “Sorry about that, all those damn stairs,” She chuckled to herself.

Loki flashed her a smile. “It’s not a problem at all,” “Oh my,” The old woman smiled back but this time you swore up and down she blushed a little. 

Loki and his stupid, disarming smile. 

“My…friend and I are a little caught in this storm,” He started, gesturing to you. You waved weakly at the lady and mustered up a smile. She probably thought you were crazy. You had no idea how you looked, but you knew it wasn’t how a normal person should. 

“We were wondering if you had any available rooms for the night. Just two is fine,” He turned back to the lady with an even bigger smile. 

“Well,” She smiled wider at Loki. “I’ll see what I can do,” He nodded, “Thank you…” he squinted at her name tag. “Lucy. Thank you very much, Lucy,” And there Lucy went, blushing and grinning at him again. 

Horrible, absolutely tragic. The poor woman had no idea how insufferable Loki was. 

Lucy rummaged through her desk, seemingly looking for keys to the rooms. She pulled out one, placing it on the counter, before going back to look for the other. You waited, tagging your foot on the wood floor, staring at the cute fireplace. Your whole body hummed in gratitude, and your feet tingle, feeling back in them. 

“Oh dear,” Lucy muttered to herself. 

“Everything alright Lucy?” Loki asked. 

“It seems that I only have a single room available. This storm has the place booked fully,” She explained. 

Hell no. 

Loki sighed. “Very well-” “Are you sure?” You interrupted him. “Can you check again?” You probably sounded desperate, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You can’t share a room with Loki. You’d go crazy. You’d do something disastrous- like give in to the urge to cuddle into his chest! Or God forbid, tangle your hand in his hair. 

“I did, hon. I’m afraid this is all I’ve got,” She said apologetically. 

Fuuuuck. 

“It’s quite alright, Lucy. There’s two beds in the room, correct? I’m sure we can manage to share a room for a night,” Loki said hastily before you could interrupt again. 

Lucy opened her mouth, as if to say something else, before she stopped. “Alright,” “How much is it for the night, darling?” Oh okay, he was really laying it on thick then. 

“Oh- oh um…” Lucy chuckled nervously. “This room….it’s 150$ for the night. You can pay in the morning, if you prefer,” “Nonsense,” Loki smiled, pulling out cash from the pocket in his top armour, counting the bills. “Here you go, Lucy,” He handed her the money. “Thank you so very much for your help,” She nodded wordlessly as she handed him the key. Loki took it and turned back to you, arms on his hips. “Are you coming, or must I carry you?” “I wouldn’t mind being carried…” You started jokingly. Apparently, Loki couldn’t read the room, because he frowned, shrugged and then walked over, picking you up effortlessly. 

“Hey-!” You started to protest, but a sudden wave of pain shot through you, shutting you up. “I was joking,” You muttered.

“Mhm,” He said, shooting Lucy another smile before heading upstairs to your room. The stairs were cute too, you noticed, lined with a soft matt and cute lamps lined the walls. And Loki’s chest was really warm, and- that had nothing to do with the motel. 

Before your thoughts could get any more dangerous, Loki stopped in front of a room, hand rummaging through his back pocket to get the key. “You can put me down now,” “I’ll put you down when I feel like it,” Shithead. 

He unlocked the door and stepped in, closing it behind him with his foot. All businesslike, he walked over to the big bed and placed you down on it. It was comfy, and you had to control yourself from not falling back and getting it dirty in all your blood and gore. Loki looked you over. “Fine?” You nodded. “Fine,” He smiled and you were certain he was going to call you a liar but you stopped him. “Laufeyson?” “What?” “Where’s the other bed?” Loki froze, looking around the room slowly. “Oh,” “Oh?” He looked back at you. “It seems, darling, that there is no other bed,” “No fucking shit! You’re sleeping on the floor,” He looked at you in disbelief. “Absolutely not. We can share the bed like civilised people,” “Everyone always says that! And then it never works out!” You threw your hands up. You winced, immediately dropping your hands to hold your side. “Everyone? Who the hell is everyone?” “The movies, duh,” He stared at you. “You’re serious,” “Dead,” He ran a hand down his face. “Alright. We’ll split the bed or something. I truly don’t care enough. I simply want to sleep,” You shrugged. “Fine. Go shower first, then I’ll go in,” “I don’t have clothes to change out of, genius,” “You’re a god genius,” You replied mockingly. “I’m pretty sure you can snap your fingers and get us some clothes,” He stared at you, like he hadn’t had that thought at all. “Right.” And indeed, with a snap of his fingers, a pile of clothes appeared on the bed, and one in his hands. “Try not to get yourself killed,” “I hope you drown in the shower,” He smiled at you before heading into the washroom. You were finally alone, even for a few minutes. You breathed a sigh of relief. Being around Loki always ended with one of you flustered. Tragically, it tended to be you. You looked through the pile of clothes Loki summoned- a plain shirt that appeared way too large, and some plaid pants. They weren’t outrageous. You just had to make sure you hadn’t lost any limbs. 

You slowly peeled off the layers of your top- the jacket, weapons, cash, your useless comms and phone- and then unzipped your equally-useless-in-the-cold vest. You laid all your things on the floor, not wanting to get the bed dirty. Then, slowly, you lifted your top just under your chest, sucking in a deep breath.

Fuck. 

There was a nasty looking cut, starting from right under your ribs and nearly crossing the other side. You didn’t think it looked terrible, but you are almost certain it needed stitches. It wasn’t bleeding too much, but that might have to do with being out in the cold for too long than anything else- even your top was more or less soaked in blood. 

You didn’t even have a first aid kit. You traced around the cut slowly, wincing when it hurt. You prayed it wasn’t infected. 

“Alright, hm?” Your head snapped up to see Loki freshly showered and changed, his now useless mission suit nowhere in sight. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” His jaw ticked. “You’re hurt,” “Yeah but I’m fine,” “You are bleeding,” He sounded ...angry. Was he mad at you? “It’s not like I did it on purpose,” You snapped. 

He clenched and unclenched his fists. He opened his mouth to say something, before he shook his head and stormed out of the room. 

“What the fuck? You called out after him. He didn’t answer as the door slammed behind him. 

You had no clue why he had to be so mad. It’s not like you chose to get hurt, and you certainly weren’t going to ask him for anything, so why’d he get so pissy? You grumbled to yourself as you grabbed the clothes, heading into the bathroom to scrub off the day. 

It took you a solid twenty minutes to wash everything out. You were very careful to not open your cut further, taking warm water to wash off the dried blood around it. 

You tugged on the plain shirt as you stepped out of the bathroom. You winced when you reached up to tie your hair, deciding to just leave it down to dry. You had thrown your old clothes on the pile of Loki’s in the bathroom, and used a spare towel to press against your wound. 

“Welcome back,” You said sarcastically when you found Loki sitting on the bed. 

“Come here,” He said curtly. 

“You can’t just order me around after you walk out you know? And you can’t get bitchy with me for no fucking reason-” “Will you please come sit down so you can look at your wound,” Loki snapped, but it didn’t sound harsh. It was almost…pleading. You froze in your spot, blinking slowly at him. His voice sounded devastated and in your daze, you nodded, slowly walking over to sit on the bed beside him. 

“May I?” He gestured to your shirt and you nodded again. He lifted it over your head, and suddenly you were thankful for putting on the sports bra Loki brought with your clothes.. “You didn’t say anything,” He whispered. 

You swallowed. This was too freaky. You never got this close with Loki. “We-...we had other things to worry about,” You swore his hands trembled as he reached into the first aid kit beside him. Where did he get that? Did he run out to buy one? Damn it. You and Loki didn’t do fluffy shit. The one day you needed him to be an asshole….

He took his time cleaning the wound, and you tried your best to keep your yelps of pain down. 

“Do you want stitches?” Loki asked in a soft tone. He looked ...frightened. And why too pale. Did he get squirm-ish at this stuff?

“Are you a medical professional?” You asked. 

“Farthest thing from it,” You hummed. “Just wrap it up,”

He nodded, grabbing some cotton pads and the gauze. He carefully placed the pads onto the wound, and began wrapping the gauze around your waist. His fingers brushed against your skin, and you shivered at the touch. 

“There,” He exhaled, pulling his hands away. “You can put your shirt back on,” “Yeah,” You nodded. You should definitely grab it now. You should probably put it on. But you didn’t move a muscle, not with the way Loki stared at you, and the way his eyes dipped lower occasionally. He looked away, appearing flustered, his fists clenched on his thighs. “Loki?” “What?” He snapped. 

“Why are you so angry?” “You could have died,” His voice died down to nothing but a desperate whisper. “You could have died,” You opened your mouth to protest, to say that you had it under control and that everything was fine, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t you dare say everything was ‘fine’. You’re still such a terrible liar,” You weren’t. He just had that freaky ability to tell when you lied every damn time. 

“You could have died. Human life is so horribly fragile, you could have died at any second. What was I to do then, hm? Stare at your lifeless body?” “I thought you’d rejoice at my death,” You joked, trying to break the tension. His eyes snapped to look at yours, his jaw clenched and his eyes wide with fear. You thought he’d say something, but instead he just leaned in, crushing his lips harshly against yours. Before you could even react, he pulled away, breathing heavily. 

“I would have died too. In the simplest terms, my heart would have stopped working the minute yours did too,” You froze in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. What just happened? Your lips tingled from the kiss. You wanted him to do it again. “What the hell are you saying, Loki?” “I’m saying that you are incredibly stupid and idiotic and completely selfish. And that I would rather die than live a life without you in it,” He started, his tone angry and desperate. Your head was spinning. Maybe there was drugs in the linen of this bed. Or maybe Loki hit his head. 

“Say something,” Loki pleaded now, the fight gone from him. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass. I can’t help myself. I go crazy every time you’re around. I can’t think straight and I….I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never done this before. I thought perhaps if I annoyed you enough, I’d get you out of my head. But Norns, every time you shot some clever remark back, it only egged me on more,” He was rambling at this point. 

You felt confused, but at the same time a sense of relief washed over you. It wasn’t like you were in love with Loki- but you definitely didi entertain the idea of occasionally making out with him or spending the day shopping together. 

So maybe it was a little crush. 

And fuck, it was a relief to hear him blurt out how helpless he was with you. 

“Did you black out?” Loki asked. He cursed under his breath, getting up to give you some space. “I apologise, I shouldn’t have said anything. I came off too strong,” He fumbled as he stood up, running a hand through his hair. “I just…I panicked. I apologise-” “Loki,” You stopped him from spiralling further, even if it was cute to see his usually composed self dissolve. You shuffled over to him on your knees. Even while on the bed, he was still fucking giant. You cupped his face and pulled him down, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

You pulled away after a second, dizzy from the feel of his lips on yours. It was better than you could have ever imagined. He stared at you in shock, lifting his fingers up to press them to his lips. You nearly died right there. 

“What was that for?” he asked, shocked. 

You laughed, kissing him again. He leaned into it this time, wrapping his arms carefully around your waist, his lips pressing against yours. 

You kissed him again and again and again, until you were both breathless and his lips were swollen and you were sure yours were too. 

“You’re really fucking insufferable, by the way,” You muttered against his lips. He hummed, chasing after yours as you pulled away. “You drive me insane. You’re in my head all the damn time, I can’t get rid of you,” “Don’t get rid of me, then,” He captured your lips in another bruising kiss. “I don’t plan to,” You sighed happily as you shuffled back onto the bed, pushing aside bandages and gauze wrap and wipes. Loki was a lot neater, taking his time to put them away onto the night table. He crawled into bed with you, his body hovering over yours, hands on either side of your head, caging you in. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips. One kiss turned into two, into three, and then you were making out lazily, your lips crushed together, heavy pants and heated breaths for god knows how long. Tragically, Loki rolled off of you, laying down beside you. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. 

Loki shifted, laying now on his side to look at you. You did the same, smiling softly. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” 

“If you couldn’t tell, I’m not quite a people person,” You chuckled. “No, I guess not,” He could be your person though.

Maybe that’s too early to say. You kept your mouth shut. 

“Did I come off too strong?” “Nah,” You shook your head, reaching out to wrap your finger around a lock of his hair. “It was a Hallmark-worthy confession,” “What in the Norns is this Hallmark?” You laughed. “It’s a company. It makes lots of cheesy rom coms, all of which have some sort of frustratingly handsome male lead and big confessions,” “So you’re saying I’m handsome,” He grinned devilishly.  

“Can’t deny it,” 

He leaned in and kissed you again. You kissed him back but then pushed him off. “Stop it. I’ll become addicted,” He leaned back in. “Not a problem. I have no plans to go anywhere,” You ducked away from him, laughing. “If you keep making out with me Loki Laufeyson, we will be having sex,” His brows furrowed. “Absolutely not. Not while you’re injured,” Damn. 

“Fine, then stop kissing me,” “Well that’s unfair. I just got started!” You shrugged. “It’s not my call,” He huffed, pulling you closer, your back flat against his chest. His arm wrapped carefully around your waist, the hand coming to rest just under your wound. “Go to bed then. Before I do something crazy,” “I like crazy. I’m quite fond of crazy,” “Yes, crazy seems to follow you everywhere. It might be your whole identity, really,” “Is that an insult?” A pause. “I don’t think so,” 

You fell silent for a minute. “I think Lucy has a crush on you,” Loki laughed. “What makes you say that?” “Um, the way she blushed when you smiled at her? You laid it on so thick,” You could hear the shiteating grin as he spoke. “I have no idea what you mean, darling. I spoke to her like a normal person,” “Hm,” You wiggled closer to him. “Nah, you definitely were charming her,” His hand squeezed your hip. 

“Stop that,” “What?” You feigned innocence. 

“Stop moving,” You wiggled your ass again, just for a bit of emphasis. “What? This?” 

You swore the sound he made then was some growl. “You find new ways to annoy me every day,” “It’s my talent,” “And you excel at it,” You truly did. No one ever got under his skin like you did. And now with this new layer of your relationship, you have an infinite number of possibilities. 

You knew you guys should probably talk. Figure out where you stand. A plan for tomorrow morning. Try to communicate with the team. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now though. Loki was warm, and as he peppered kisses across your shoulder, you felt like maybe tomorrow would be a good day too. 

“I still think you’re an ass,” You mumbled, your eyes half closed. 

He laughed, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Truly a terrible liar,” He pressed a kiss under your ear. “I still think you are the bane of my existence,” “The only one?” “The only one,” You hummed, content with the answer. You could figure things out tomorrow. Tonight, you just wanted to lay in this haze of sunshine. To sleep and wake up to get drunk on Loki again.

Tags: I'm gonna tag a few people because I think I'm silly and this is my second little christmas-y fic so what the hell i dont care LMAO. DONT FEEL OBLIGED TO READ <3 @sarahscribbles @divine-knight-hand @holdmytesseract @joyful-enchantress @saturn-rings-writes

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki laufeyson fluff #loki x f!reader #loki fanfiction #loki fic

[mcondance]

note: office sex, fnaf takes place in the 2000s so william’s gf is a Black juicy tracksuit hyperfem girly!, cervix kissing, praise (it’s me what do you expect), reader has braids, that’s it i believe

something along the lines of being bent over wiiliam’s desk in his office, thrown over mountains of paper spread over his desk while the words almost swim across the pages.

tracksuit pooled around your ankles, the red fabric pulled down hastily to let you and william get to the business that he finds much more important than counseling people on what jobs to get, it’s a show of desperation with how he fucks into you.

your shirt and jacket are splayed by the chair near the door, he’d pulled them off a couple minutes after you entered the room, after the candy scent that always follows you filled his nose as he hangs onto your every little word, his blue eyes dilating like a fuckin pavlovian dog, his whole body pumping blood to his cock at your smell, at the sight of the sparkling glitter that hangs onto your entire being.

your hands grip tight at the old wood, colorful acrylics sliding, trying and failing to find a tether as steve sends your body pressing into his desk. his hips are strong and rough as they slap wildly against the soft curve of your ass, big hands draped over your waist and digging just a little too hard into your dewy skin, a soft sheen casted over you, your back shimmery with sweat and sparkles.

stretched is how you feel, filled an even better word for the way he makes a home for himself inside you, fucks you so good you drool onto the desk beneath you, a disgusting pool of slick spit that you know he’ll see as a trophy after you’ve both had your fills.

a soft chuckle meets your ears, a rough hand slides up your thigh and it has you shivering, clenching down on his cock as he huffs out a groan, his eyes transfixed by how your body rocks forward and your ass ripples with each of his firm thrusts.

with every forward push of his hips the desk creaks, his hips against your ass sounds out, perverse pats and slaps filling the white-lit room. even in the poor lighting you look so pretty bent over like this, braids tossed to the side so they don’t get “messed up”, as he says, his infatuation with everything you do clear as day.

“pretty, pretty girl” he purrs, pushing in as deep as he can go now and you let you a pretty little cry, his girth stretching you out, thick tip pressing softly against your cervix. he stays there, humming appreciatively at your sounds and how you push back against him, grinding his pulsating length against that electric spot inside you.

“feels so good, so go- ah” you cut yourself off with a gasped squeak as he grinds himself just right and pushes forward. your head rolls forward, face down, and you’re pushed onto the desk again, glowy hands flexing as you tense up, teary eyes snapping shut. again he pushes, a little harder this time, and his name tag falls off the desk and clatters to the floor, the noise barely heard by either of you for being lost in the haze of pleasure.

“what, baby? finish your sentence.” he muses with a sensual lilt, delivering slow grinds. he wants to hear your slurred voice, wants to hear your heavy tongue try and fail to convey how you feel. but still, he asks, though he knows you’re too filled to even think.

he receives no response, just a hoarse groan, and his eyes find your hands; he almost coos at the way they’ve stopped grasping at his desk. you can’t even try to calm yourself down. he’s taken that from you.

shaking, you push your ass back weakly against him. he gladly follows your movements with admiration at how good you look fucking yourself on him.

“pussy fuckin’ me so good,” he groans, pulling back and pushing forward, feeding off your nasty, unbridled moans until he’s back at the pace he was before. the lewd sounds of sex fill the room again, your whined response to his groan mixing with skin against skin and the wet squelch of your cunt pervading out through the air.

your hand flies to his soft stomach, nails scraping his pillowy skin. he catches your wrist, intertwining his fingers with yours in a gesture that would be romantic if you weren’t being fucked nasty over his desk.

he doesn’t have to talk much and neither do you, you’re more than happy to just listen to the sounds that escape you both as you meet in the middle again and again and again.

#william afton smut #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton x black reader #william afton x black!reader #fnaf smut #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x black reader #steve raglan x black!reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #pocwriters

[guttednights]

Bonnie

As he opens the door to his flat, he's surprised when you don't come running to him with that pretty smile of yours. Not today, weird. He takes his boots off, breathes in the home smell, and takes off his jacket.

"Bonnie?.."

"Lovie?" no answer.

he walks to your office knocking and opening it to see an empty quiet dark office. must be upstairs, the bathroom? nope. has to be in the bedroom.

He quietly opens the door and finds you asleep in his shirt cuddling with his hoodie. He chuckles and quietly shuts the door and kisses your head. you deeply breathe in and open your eyes slowly before realizing it's your soap. "Baby!" you say quietly as he picks you up, kissing you with passion.

"hi lovie, didya miss me?"

"mhm!" you nod quickly, quickly taking in his smell. Sure he sprayed his hoodie with way too much cologne but it's not the same as his raw scent.

He kisses your neck, "My no panties eh?"

"you know exactly how to welcome me home"

He sets you down on your back on the bed, kissing your neck. your legs quickly wrap around his waist.

"no bra either?" he chuckles, "you tease."

you cant help but smile as he lifts his shirt of your pretty body. His hands exploring every part of your body as his lips are attached to your neck.

"god bonnie" "i missed ye pretty body so much"

His hands squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples as you squirm under him. He smirks and loves the way your body feels in his hands.

Quickly he kisses down your body till at your pussy. "ye soaked for me, Bonnie."

"she missed me too eh?" he said as licking ur sensitive clit.

it's not long before he got your face in the pillow and ass in the air. Hands gripped so tightly on you as he thrusts deeply in and out. "Jesus bonnie, ye so tight."

his grunts are deep and filled with lust as he pulls ur hair. you can feel your climax building and your moans fill the dark light room. his thick girth filling you to the max tearing you up. finally, with a few more deep thrusts you're coming.

"atta girl, coming on me"

his thrust becomes erratic and less strict as he builds to his climax.

"squeezing me so tight Bonnie"

"gonna have to go all night to get ye opened up for me again ye?" he chuckles. you both know he could and will fuck u all night.

before you know he's pumping that thick white cream you love deep inside you, pulling out slapping the tip on your clit then flipping you over to lick the cum that spills out your hot pussy.

after another hour of him making you come you both lay down. he's quick to bring you close arms wrapped around your waist to cuddle you. kissing your back and neck. "mhome Bonnie" "missed ye and ye pretty cunt so much"

side notes : idk just a johnny drabble. absolutely love johnny so why not bless yall with some straight up nasty smut <3 (btw johnny, soap and price def have a breeding kink, argue with the wall.)

#soap smut #soapghost #soap cod #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #soap x reader #soap x you #18+ mdni #guttednights

[xazse]

Heyyy, I'm absolutely in love with all your writing! I read it all in one night😭 Do you think you could for more foxgirl fem reader stuff? The prompt is completely up to you, I don't want to take away from your creativity, but some smut would be greatly appreciated. . .💖

NANAMI X FOXGIRL!READER

Notes: I wasn’t sure which character you wanted so i decided to go with Nanami since that’s where the prompt came from. Btw don’t be afraid to tell me a specific prompt you have in mind, I’m not that creative when it comes to these things so I rely a lot on my followers, so don’t be afraid! Im so happy you read my stuff in one night! It makes me feel good abt writing for you guys <333

Pairings: NANAMI x foxgirl!Reader

Tags: Smut, NASTY!!, hybrid!reader, mating press, mean but soft Kento (kinda), NOT PROOFREAD!

It’s hot, too hot in fact, Kento’s body feels like it’s rising in temperature every few minutes, his dreams feel so vivid and real, a wet hot something is mouthing at his cock, but the fuzz is in his brain won’t allow him to think rationally and clearly. Kento stills before he’s sitting up quickly and ripping the cover off his lower body.

He sees your ears before anything, laid back and relaxed, you don’t even seem to care that you’ve woken him up, not when your tongue is licking him through his underwear, you’ve woken him up and now you’re attempting to tease him? You do look content, eyes fluttered shut and humming around him lowly.

Nanami grabs you by your neck and lifts you up to prop you on his lap, of course you whine and attempt to pry his hand away: it really doesn’t even hurt you’re just so over dramatic: a drama queen as Satoru puts it.

Kento grabs the bridge of his nose in irritation before speaking up, “Can I ask what you’re doing at-“ he looks at the clock on the bedside table, 4:00.

You don’t say anything but of course you pick up the hint when his head turns to the time. Being the mischievous thing you are, you begin licking at his neck, cute white tipped tail swaying back and forth behind you. A deep exhale leaves his lips whilst making no attempt to move or stop you.

You fix your body on top of him, pressing your greedy cunt over his half hard cock, hissing at the good pressure your clit received. He’s already declared when he had been woken up that he won’t help you get off at all, no matter how much you release those cute yelps in desperation.

Your hips begin to move forward and back, his clothed cock slipping in between your folds, your panties are quite bothersome but he won’t tell you to remove them either.

“Mmm..” “Ken-“ you whimpered, coaxing him to help you: it’s started now, you’ll call his name over and over until you get your way, but he’s having none of it.

“Keep going” he attempts to sound void of emotions but the grunt he lets out almost gives him away, you don’t stop grinding your pussy against him. He leans you back a bit to lift up your shirt, your nipples begging him to attend to their needs.

A hot mouth wraps around one of them and sucks, sucks so hard it has you gripping his hair, it doesn’t bother him it just adds on to the stimulation, the combo of you still bouncing against his cock.

You finally get the memo to tug your panties to the side with your free hand, and in the process pulls his cock and balls free, he hissed behind clenched teeth at the rush of cold air against it.

Kento is too big for you to take in all the way, your poor cunt just can’t handle all of him: the first time he attempted it, you could both barely breathe with the amount of times you came just from slipping in a inch every so often.

You line up his fat tip with your pussy, making sure to rub his cock against your clit a few times.

“Ngh…” the sounds coming from your throat as you slowly lower yourself down become louder with each push past his tip.

Finally are you halfway do you stop fully.

“F..uck.. mmmnn..” Nanami groans around your nipple.

His cock fills you up so good, already pressing on that sweet spot, your thighs ache from the position but that doesn’t stop your naughty body from slowly fucking yourself on him, it’s not long till he’s had enough and breaks his vow by flipping you on your back and placing your legs on his shoulders, inching closer to you he has you in a mean, mating press. He wastes no time in pulling all the way and slamming right back into you. Your mewls fill the room rather quickly, the way his cock drags against your walls has you clenching around him nonstop.

“Mhnn, Kent- Kento” you gasp out, he doesn’t acknowledge the desperate look on your face, already so close to cumming, the sounds of his grunting makes you so much more wetter. A thick hand moves itself to your tail and pinches it over and over, and the noise you let out is pornographic, straight out of a film, you’re so sensitive there.

Your clit is throbbing so bad, needy bud needing to be rubbed, you shakily move your fingers to said clit and begin moving side to side, your fingers glide across so easy due to just how wet you are, Nanami hasn’t stopped pinching the end of your nail, everything feels so good: a cock slamming into you nonstop, your fingers on your clit, and added stimulation on your tail. Your body convulses while Kento holds you still: still fucking into you, electric pulses are sent throughout your whole body, you tighten around him and finally cum, cumming with a loud scream that it’s sure to disturb the neighbors.

That doesn’t mean Kento is done when you slump and attempt to catch your breath, he sits himself up on his knees giving you a moment, not that it can be called that, pushing one of your legs towards you, he begins his pace again, you can hear better now, the room is filled with your annoying babbling and the sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass. His balls are so heavy, needing immediately to fill you up, maybe even push you over the edge one more time but he wants to extend this as long as possible, you being able to do nothing but take your impending orgasms nonstop.

#zsworks #fem reader #jjk x hybrid reader #hybrid reader #nanami x female reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami x y/n #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader

[kingkatsuki]

pussy drunk—

I can’t find the ask but it was:

Bakugou fucking you so many times in a row that his voice starts to crack and whimper when he cums but he just can’t stop, he’s missed you so much and here you are crying and begging for more, how is he suppose to just stop?

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, overstimulation, mating press, multiple orgasms, double creampie, not proofread.

Word Count: 1.6k.

It’s the way that Bakugou completely loses himself in your warm, sticky cunt. The slow descent into madness. Each wispy thread of sanity slowly pulled from his mind until the only thing he can focus on is you.

His fingers are almost bruising against your skin as they dip into the fat of your thighs, pushing your knees up to towards your head as he folds you into place— just how he likes you. His body hunched over you like a lion ready to feast on its prey, like he’s going to devour you whole— and perhaps he will.

Crimson eyes focus on where your bodies are connected, watching the way your tight little cunt manages to take every inch of him. Bottoming out until the dewy patch of curls that sits at the base of his cock is snug with your messy folds. Canting his hips to watch his cock reappear completely covered in your glistening slick, leaving creamy rings around him as you make an absolute mess of him— and the sheets below.

But it’s not your fault, is it? Not when Bakugou won’t allow you a moments reprieve. And it’s not like you really need one either, not when he’s been away for the last few weeks. Your fingers nothing in comparison to the fierce ache his cock creates between your thighs, the stretch that still throbs inside you the next day. A reminder of just how well he takes care of you, how he keeps you satisfied.

And he does— keep you satisfied.

“Katsuki,” You whine, trying to draw his focus back to you as he continues to watch his cock disappear inside you. Sultry eyes immediately snapping back to your face as he sees the way your lashes flutter, cunt clenching as you try to get him to fuck you harder.

“‘m here, baby. I’m right here,” He annunciates every word with a sharp, deep thrust of his hips. Filling you to the brim as you’re certain you can feel him in your throat, your entire body full of him, “God, I missed this sloppy pussy so much.”

Bakugou’s torn from the desire to fill you with his warm, sloppy cum and watching you writhe and whine beneath him.

“So close,” You gasp when he draws back, just enough to slip a hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. Deliberately working you towards an intense climax, as he rolls messy circles against it.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He goads, “Cum for me.”

And you do. You cum hard as you cry out his name, pleasure clouding your mind as you feel pearly tears cling to your lashes and blur your vision.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ good. She’s made for me, ain’t she?” He groans, the lewd squelch of your cunt echoing around your bedroom, “Listen to her, makin’ such nasty noises all for me.”

You should be embarrassed, but the intense pleasure ebbing through your veins doesn’t allow it. The only thing that matters is the white hot pleasure swirling in your abdomen as Bakugou fucks you harder, deeper. The swollen tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every forward motion.

Tears streak down your temples now, soaking the pillow beneath your head as you succumb to the pleasure. Something that only provokes Bakugou to keep going, to see how many more orgasms he can pull from your pliant body.

You can already feel another climax coming along, standing dangerously close to the edge of your release as Bakugou keeps his steady pace. The air in the room hot and heavy it makes it difficult to breathe, your lips parted as you gasp for air. Bakugou’s tongue lolls from his throat as he pants like a savage dog, completely doused in the scent of you. That voluptuous perfume he bought for you laced with the saccharine treacle of your slick, which only makes him even more debauched as fucks you further up the mattress.

“Fucked you into the shape of my cock,” Bakugou almost babbles, rambling as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Ruined you for anyone else haven’t I, sweetheart?”

You can’t respond, not when he’s pounding into you so hard and fast. It’s all you can do to lay there and take it, your hands fisting the tousled sheets beneath you for some semblance of reality as he chases his own end.

“Fuck, Katsuki.” You almost squeal, toes curling as your legs fight to close. Your calves squeezing either side of his face as you feel another orgasm stolen from you, your poor little clit throbs from the scratch of the messy hair at the base of his cock as your walls attempt to milk him for more, “Don’t stop— oh. Please don’t stop.”

“Never satisfied, hah?” Bakugou goads, even though he’s the one within an inch of his own end, “Aways trying to get me to fill this sloppy pussy with my spunk, yeah?”

He’s rambling now, a sign that he’s already nearing his own end— surprised he’s managed to last this long as his length begins to twitch inside you.

“This pussy’s all mine, all fuckin’ mine.” He snarls possessively, blunt fingernails digging into your thighs almost painfully as his hips begin to stutter. Sweat beading at his brow as messy blond hair sticks to his forehead, nose scrunched as he pumps rope after rope of warm, viscous cum inside your spent cunt.

You expect him to give a few more pumps for good measure before stilling inside you, but Bakugou doesn’t stop. Lost to the pleasure as he fucks himself through his climax, using your poor little cunt as his own personal fleshlight as he follows the pleasure. Covets it, even.

A crude squelch sounds as he fucks his cum deeper inside you, globs dribbling down the curve of your ass as he makes an absolute mess of you. The sheets slick with sweat and fluids as he continues his messy pace, eyes rolling as he pants like a dog in heat.

Bakugou’s lost to the pleasure now, his head lolling forward as though it’s too heavy for his neck to hold. The heat emitting from between your thighs feels like the depths of hell as you feel yourself burning up, it’s not enough. It’s never enough when it’s Bakugou Katsuki.

“S’too much, Katsu.” Your nose scrunches as your cunt throbs from the pleasure, teary eyes gazing up him, “I can’t—”

God, you look so pretty when you cry.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” He babbles, “Can’t stop, can’t fucking stop.”

He’s fucking you with vigour now, watching the way your breasts bounce from the ferocity of his thrusts. It would be selfish to stop after one load, not when you deserve all he’s got to give— and he’s going to give it to you.

“S’not my fault,” He whines, “You’re too pretty like this, feels too good.”

He’s delirious. No coherent thoughts in his mind, except the insatiable urge to fuck you full of his creamy spend. The lewd squelch has Bakugou picturing the messy gape he’s made as he ruins you for anyone else, watching his release seep out of you the moment he pulls out as you lay there completely full from him.

“Baby,” You mumble.

“I’m here, I’m right here.” He groans, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, chest heaving as the euphoria completely consumes him. You can no longer feel your thighs, numb in this position as all you can do is lay there and take everything Bakugou has to give you.

“Gonna fill you up so good, princess.” Bakugou rambles, drunk on pleasure, “You’d like that, yeah? Yeah you do. You want it? You want my cum inside this sloppy pussy?”

Your cunt betrays you, throbbing at his words as your walls eagerly try to drain him of everything he’s got, making good on the promises spoken while he was away. He’s almost delirious now, sucking air through his teeth as his hips stutter.

“Missed you so much, baby.” He has you gasping as he changes the angle of his thrusts, dragging against that sensitive spot inside you as he leans down to give you a sloppy kiss, “Missed her too— I can tell she missed me.”

You can tell you’re losing him to the pleasure now, from the way his thrusts are clumsier, to the way his jaw drops open and his eyes roll. Bakugou’s a mess, completely drunk on your warm, wet cunt as he dangles on the edge of his bliss.

“Gonna cum, baby. Oh, shit I’m gonna cum. Yeah? Yeah-“ He’s whining now, the gruff rasp to his voice a soft croak as he gives a few more messy ruts of his hips before spilling another load into your eager cunt, “Fuck—. take it, take it all.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as he empties his balls inside your stretched walls, feeling you flutter around him as he drops your knees from over his shoulders. Half-lidded eyes staring down at you with adoration as he drops on top of you, chest to chest. The sweaty sheen of his skin tacks to comfortably as he keeps you plugged with his cum, the warmth still radiating from between your thighs as you reach up to card your fingers through his damp hair.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He rambles, making no effort to move as you lay together in comfortable silence.

“Don’t leave me for as long next time,” You mumble selfishly as you squeeze his hips with shaky thighs. Feeling his teeth nip at your collarbone as Bakugou tightens his grip around you.

“You‘re coming with me next time,” He nuzzles your neck, “You’d be a better roommate than shitty Deku.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou smut

[jjkfeen]

‘ S TOO MUCH, ‘S TOO MUCH GIRL !! - c . k

♡ sub!choso x fem!reader

choso is such a whore for you !!!

CW. pure smut. blowjobs. handjobs. overstimulation. whole buncha nasty stuff. 18+

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

" y-yes please. " choso's cheeks flushed a light pink, embarassed by his desperate begging. " want me to suck you off pretty boy ? want me to make you feel good ?" " he felt his dick twitch in his boxers with you calling him pretty boy. “ fuck, stop teasing me im g-gonna lose my mind ” he tossed his head back against the headboard. “ fine, since you were such a good boy today, ill give you what you want. ” i started taking his boxers off, his precum practically soaking the insides of them. his dick hard. ROCK hard. and it was all for you. i wrapped my hands around it, earning a throaty moan from him. my tongue dragged along his sensitive slit, lapping up any precum that was left surrounding it. i looked up at choso, seeing his head all the way back, with his mouth open and eyes closed. “ o-oh my fucking g- mhph~! ” a whimper fell out of poor choso’s mouth when i started sucking on the tip. “ such a pathetic little thing.. hm? ” my finger circled around his angry tip. “ im cu-mming oh- oh my g- gosh ” his eyes rolled to the back of his head, while white spurts of cum painted his thighs, and my hand. by now, choso would’ve expected me to stop, but today, i wanted to try things. his hips thrusted into my hand, as if he was either trying to get away, or overstimulate his self. “ too much- ‘s too m-much!! feels s-so good.. ” at this point, choso was completely fucked out. he was breathing hard, tongue lolling out every once in a while, while he looked down at me. “ we’re not done yet cho .. i wanna see how many more times you can cum !! ”

a/n: this is literally SO lazy😭. enjoy this though .

#choso kamo #jjk choso #choso #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x you #choso my beloved #choso x y/n #choso x female reader #blowjov #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

[chrollohearttags]

super freaky girl • mikasa ackerman

I’d like to think nail tech!mikasa is a true freak and that she sort of corrupted (y/n) along the way. 🤭

content warning: fem x fem, black reader, public stuff, oral sex, slight a$$ play, mentions of alcohol, masturbation, tribbing/scissoring, use of toys, squirting, fingering, lots of sub!mika and just a whole lotta of nasty shit.

📝: I really had an out of body experience writing this. I love this woman so bad and she brought out some filthy reactions in me this morning 🥴 so y’all enjoy.

The type of girl that would go out clubbing with you, down a few shots, let you dance on her only to be devouring you in the bathroom with your hands clawing the sink that you’re sitting on. Telling you to run the water so that no one hears how loud you’re moaning for her as she mashes her tongue ring to your clit and draws out slow strings of saliva with a smirk on her face. Both alcohol and cunt drunk..craving your taste more than anything. The type to tell you to send her photos of your new nail set she just did for her…collection. And not just any regular hand poses. Your hands resting on your asscheeks as they spread apart and those coffin tips are front and center. (she lovesss when you send her videos of you with your little heart anal plug in as well) when you use them to spread yourself open and she catches a glimpse of that pink core, along with the slick wrapping around them. Pulling it up in webs across your fingertips. “Is that all for me, beautiful?” “Of course.” Or those pretty white toes on either side, dangling midair with the anklet of her initials and that fat pussy in the middle of the shot. She’s probably got a ton saved in a special folder and when she needs some alone time from taking clients, she most certainly enjoys herself in the comfort of her office at the sight of them. Teasing her about her lack of restraint and resolve. “You’re such a pervert.” “You knew this when you met me.” Rubbing herself through her own thin panties as she whimpers for you, so sweet and pathetically..she’d also allow you to sit in the shop one day, just helping check customers out on one of your off days, and sits in one of the pedicure chairs while lightly tapping at your phone. Because she insisted that you use a Lush on her while she’s working. Edging herself along like a true sadist, just wringing around in that chair while she attempts to hold herself together. The frequencies increasing gradually until she finally reaches a breaking point and not a moment too soon, when she finishes her last client for the day and she literally begs you to fuck her! “Please…I can’t hold it..” “I know, baby..I know.” Quelling her cries as you finger that sweet little center of hers in the front seat of her tinted G Wagon; your mouth suctioning around her big, plump tits right there in the parking lot because neither of you could be vexed to make it to the house. Flicking your tongue around her excessively swollen clit..so sensitive that she might come undone with one brush. Putting your hand around Mika’s throat, rendering her a bit breathless while she thrashes around on those two short digits that she left short on purpose. Drooling all over herself and practically going dumb from the overstimulation. Making a literal mess because she’s such a heavy creamer. Loving when you lap it up and let her taste herself. “Ooh…good girl. Come for me, you did so good waiting all day, baby..” inconsolable by the time you’re done.

but it’s nothing compared to when you did arrive home and you have space, privacy and all the toys you desire at your disposal and you’re both fucking your double sided dildo, scissoring and tribbing, massaging those pretty little clots together..even fucking those silicone cocks as Mika pins her legs back in her Kuromi themed gaming chair that you got as a gift, toes curled up as she impales herself on that toy. So damn tight, she can barely take it past the tip but it’s all she needs to get herself off; leaking those frothy, milk like juices all down the leather material..eventually seeping into your mouth as you wait patiently on the floor to drink it up. “Let me squirt in that pretty mouth, baby.. ‘m so fucking wet for you..” her little voice so high pitched from the sensation of being fucked to literal tears. Drawing two orgasms back to back from her body. “Oh fuck!..” legs trembling and practically useless from that point on. So the two of you switch places, where she’s happy to serve as your receptacle for all those sweet liquids. Getting doused in your cum and slurping it up like your adorable little puppy. On all fours with her thick ass in the air, even teasing you with a vibrator while you’re pounding yourself. “You can give me more than that, can’t you?” When she’s like this, there’s no stopping her, honestly. The two of you could fuck for hours on end if it were possible but it’s only when you close the night out by riding one another’s faces before you find yourself giving her rough strokes with a strap on, fucking her into total submission and eventually unconsciousness. Tiring her out after what seemed like five rounds..yeah, it’s serious fucking with Mikasa.

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[kingdaddydaichi]

dilf!Daichi Sawamura x reader (fem)

nsfw. mdni. dad bod. snowball. 1k words.

30+ Daichi is an absolute F R E A K, y'all. downright nasty sometimes. will walk into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower, shamelessly naked with his thick, heavy cock bouncing off his thighs and his balls hanging low as he makes his way to his underwear drawer. even though you've been married for almost 10 years and have three children together, watching him like this never gets old. if anything, he's just gotten sexier with age. your husband has a smokin' hot dad bod now, complete with love handles and a little pony keg. but my gods the things he can do to you. seeing him like this and thinking about the way he has mastered your body over the years makes you bite your lip.

"Daichi..." you pout, reaching for him before he has a chance to put his boxer briefs on.

he knows that look like the back of his own hand, just like he knows your body and your needs. one corner of his lips turns up into a devilish grin and he puts one knee on the bed to lean down and give you a kiss. but you pull him closer and reach between his legs for his weighty cock, drawing a deep groan from him when you give it a slow tug with your fist.

your tongues slide and curl around each other as Daichi crawls between your inviting legs, your fist still working him to a full erection.

his six-pack has lost almost all definition, but he still has a two-pack at the top and side obliques which frame his small, taut belly pudge. sparse black hairs spread across his lower abdomen, his happy trail leading to the thick patch of black hair surrounding the wide base of his cock. even if Daichi's stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be, it’s perfect for rubbing your clit against when you ride him like the steed he is.

within seconds, Daichi's beefy cock is ready for you, just as you are ready for it. he brings his hips closer to yours and watches as you position his leaking tip to press against your clenching hole. with a slow push of his hips, he gradually fills you up as you both moan each other's names between open lips.

Daichi has a little more chest hair than he used to have. and his pectorals are as stacked as they've ever been, though they are getting a bit softer than they used to be. he's got love handles on his lower back now, but you actually quite prefer the fact that you can grab onto his back when he’s drilling into you from above. when you were both younger, your fingers would grab at the flesh on his back, but they could never find purchase as his hips rocked against your open thighs. his taut skin would always slip from your grasp to remain tight against his muscles.

your white cream contrasts beautifully with Daichi's full, black thatch of pubic hair. your pussy lips suck on his veiny cock with every retreat. his big, hairy balls press tightly against your taint as he ruts into you. he smells like sex and sweat with a hint of spicy bergamot. your entire body is moved by every thrust of your husband's strong, undulating hips, the headboard begins to thump the wall behind it. you kiss along his jaw, making him moan when you lick and latch onto the salty skin of his sensitive neck.

“nhnn...Dai-” you mewl against his ear. “feels so good when you fuck me hard, baby.”

duly fucking noted.

raising up onto his knees, Daichi watches you as a dark storm brews in his warm coffee eyes. he grabs your ankles from his sides, taking the time to kiss them while making full eye contact with you before putting them on his shoulder. planting his palms on either side of you, your husband leans forward to press your knees to your chest and begins fucking you into the mattress.

loud, lewd slaps of skin - wet with your slick need - echo off the bedroom walls with every downward throw of Daichi's hips. his dark brown hair is curled between your fingers and his knees are bent, spread out beside you as he slams into you. his familiar, spongey mushroom tip is thumping against your special spot with increasing fervor. the father of your children grunts and moans your name as his balls tighten against your taint, his thick glutes flexing as he fucks your pussy like no one else can.

Daichi knows your body just as you know his. he has spent the past 12 years learning and homing in on what gives you the most pleasure. he lives for the faces you make, the way you paw at his chest and scream his name when he makes you come apart on his cock, fucking you slower but just as hard through your powerful orgasm.

looking down to where your bodies connect, Daichi watches as his thick veiny cock gets swallowed up by your clenching pussy and your creamy white spend mats his black pubes. he holds onto the back of your neck while pile driving his hips against you until he begins to release spurts of his warm, sticky nut against your yielding walls. with one last trembling draw of his hips, he fully spends himself, his broad chest widening even more with panting breaths as wet heat leaks out around his pulsing cock. Daichi hangs his head between his shoulders, his arms shake under his own weight in their weakened state, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of you.

your long-time lover lowers your feet back down to the bed, one at a time, before pulling out to let his warm semen spurt between your shaky thighs. but he wastes no time lining his mouth up to eat his own cum out of your oozing cunt. it doesn’t take much of his licking and slurping and sucking to have you cumming in his mouth, releasing even more of his own bitter spend onto his waiting tongue. with most of his wad now in his mouth he raises up to kiss you, pushing his load into your mouth along with his swirling tongue.

out of sheer force of habit, you show Daichi your tongue after swallowing, making him smile sweetly as his calloused thumb brushes your blazing cheek.

"good girl."

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[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Random Soap MacTavish headcanons {2}

sfw and nsfw

pairing: sgt. Soap MacTavish x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: domestic stuff, fem!reader, smut, creampie, oral kink, groping, fingering, twt links (straight up porn)

a/n: if I have not seen the scene when Soap floats to he Scottish Highlands, it haven't happened. yes I'm in denial and will re-watch the mw2 campaign religiously, while living in my bubble, I shall feed all of those who wants to join me

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish MASTERLIST

sfw

-god this man chews gum a.fucking.lot, Soap always have a pack of gum in his pocket or bag

-sometimes you send him a look when he starts chewing with the front of his teeth and the sound gets just a tad bit too obnoxious, he always notices but there's two ways he reacts

-either he gives you a bashful smile and shrug before going back to whatever he's doing, mindful to not disturb you again

-or, he simply meets your gaze with arched brows, white gum on full display between his teeth as he offers you a boyish smile, that reaction always precedes his playful mood of teasing you with his chewing, a sharp pop sounding every now and then as he somehow manages to create little bubbles with a simple

-although Soap may be the shortest out of 141, this man is far from small, just put him in a setting where everyone isn't Ghost and he towers over most and it just so happens that you get reminded of it while almost every time you catch him working out

-you just throw him a glance and get kinda stunned when seeing the way your hulking powerhouse of a boyfriend beats the punching bag or throw around weights as if they weight absolutely nothing

-he loves swimming and water

-like, this man wants to go to any body of water at least once on his leave, sometimes just to sit and watch the wave crash against the beach, or the soft clucking of a lake

-sometimes he even takes a quick dip despite being in Scotland and the water impossibly is above 11

-you just watch him in disbelief as he strip and wades into the water until it reaches the middle of his thighs and he submerges himself, you blame it on the military for frying his cold-receptors, but he argues he's been likes this since being a wee lad

nsfw under the cut

-this mf is nasty, Soap loves to see his cum drip out of you and if you’ll let him, he’ll never want to prove his pull-out game is as strong as he boasts about

-sometimes, he is so in his head that he can’t rid himself of his boner until he can shoot his load inside you, jerks himself off with his tip resting just inside your pretty cunt

-ohmygod I just imagined Soap having an oral kink, but more so watching your lips wrap round things, your tongue running over whatever is sealed within your mouth

-of course he loves when you give him oral, having you sink to your knees before him with a football game in the background after a stressful day, he can see heaven the way his head cranes backwards

-but, it doesn't even need to be anything sexual, you can be licking an ice cream, a lollipop, Jesus Christ your fucking fingers from the sauce when you cook, he can't take his eyes off of you

-Soap is sweat in the bedroom, adores making you feel good and reach your high enough times until you push his hands away and lay there with a drunk smile, limbs slack, eyes half-lidded as they meet his adoringly

-however, sometimes he touches you because he wants to play

-you can be laying in bed, short tank top and panties on as he relaxes in joggers, and his fingers just starts running up and down your scantily clad bottom half

-it starts with Soap just running his hands over your arse, lower spine, until they dip again and he toys with your underwear, fingers occasionally slipping over your clothed pussy, pressing into the seam of your cunt before going back to groping your cheeks

-then he pushes it further, dipping his fingers beneath your panties to toy with your cunt, only to take your panties off altogether to lazily finger you

-he plays for a long time, feeling how you grew wetter and squirm all the more, in the end breathing a desperate pleading 'Johnny' and he knows it'll come because he never stops until it does, just wanting to see for how long you'll let him run his hands over you before getting to needy

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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ S-RANKS AND THEIR INHUMAN TRAITS.

fandom. solo leveling

pairings. beak yoonho, choi jong-in, liu zhigang, sung jin-woo x gn!reader

content warnings. s-ranks are not quite human, written in lower caps, not edited/proofread

word count. 1.1k

notes. first solo leveling fic here on tumblr!! i hope you all like it, some food before i focus on the event fics :)

S-Ranks are not only distinguished by the fact that their mana levels are so high that they can't be measured by any means, but also by taking almost animalistic traits. Those are a result of their own high mana reserves and in which way the mana has manifested in them. Each S-Rank is individual and shows different inhuman traits. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ baek yoonho. 

beak yoonho is an s-rank, who focuses on transformation magic. while he clearly has the power of a tank, his mana manifests in a weird mix of tiger and wolf

having practiced rigorous control of his mana and with that his animalistic instincts, he’s one of the few s-ranks who rarely shows his inhuman traits

and still, his appearance changed the moment he awakened to a s-rank. canine teeth, his pupils turning to slits when his control slips— those small things bleed through his ‘normal’ appearance 

these traits are the most obvious after baek cancels his transformation, mana still pulsing strongly through his body and only slowly turning him back fully human. the tips of his hair stay white, streaked with black, while his eyes continue to glow and usually round pupils remain as thin slits

when he’s like this, mind still hazy and led by instincts, his words are more like growls, deep and snarling, showing his teeth to anyone who dares to touch what’s his

that’s what happens as well. baek normally hides it well, but post-transformation leaves doesn’t exactly clear his mind, instincts influencing his acts and decisions

you know all of this well, after being baek’s partner for years, you got to know all his traits, those he hides so well. sometimes you wish he wouldn’t, you don’t mind seeing him like this, but baek is careful. he would never dare to hurt you, he fears it, fully knowing his claws could easily sink into your delicate flesh, ripping you apart while his mana lusts for blood. 

baek doesn’t show his inhuman traits often, he doesn’t like showing them, because showing them means exposing them to you, someone who could never survive an s-rank.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ choi jong-in.

compared to baek, his long time rival, choi jong-in isn’t the one for hiding his less humane traits, but he doesn’t parade them around either. choi is a dragon through and through, sly and with a knowing glint in his eyes

he loves to hoard things, his apartment filled with trinkets, weapons he collected from all around the world, armor, artifacts— everything and anything, if something interesting catches his eyes, he will drag it to his hoard and no one will stop him

choi is a being of fire. the slumbering embers and roaring fires, calm and passionate, he embodies it and it often shows. running hotter than most s-ranks, choi is a walking heater. he himself isn’t bothered by it, but others can get uncomfortable 

and like any other beast, he has fangs and is proud of them. showing off his impressive teeth isn’t something he doesn’t do often, and yet, when the smoke of his cigarettes curls around him, sometimes you can glimpse a flash of them

despite choi being a professional and known for being one of the ‘nicer’ s-ranks, he can have a nasty temper as well. several times you’ve heard him snarl, teeth gleaming, a low rumble in his throat and the heat in the room steadily rising. he has a good control of himself and knows when it’s getting dangerous, choking his own mana and becoming seemingly completely human again. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ liu zhigang. 

liu zhigang could be compared to a berserker. he is a mighty warrior, one of the strongest s-ranks known and his blood runs hot, his hunger for blood and battle never satisfied

liu is a berserker, always ready for battle, lusting after it, no matter how strong the enemies are

and like any other proper berserker, he loves weapons. be it any blade, swords and spears, he wants them in his possession, even if he will never use them twice. sometimes his interest in a weapon is just enough to properly ‘bloody’ it, mesmerized by the view of splattered guts and flesh of monsters

war is his calling and it shows. his instincts are wired and completely focused on battles, it’s hard for him to just turn those off. he can mute them, and still he often scares other hunters and ordinary humans with his laser focus

he’s a predator and everyone is his victim, no one is safe. this is what most feel, no matter what liu does. when he was still young, inexperienced, nothing more than a small boy in this large world, he was scared. scared to hurt others, if he could never control this bloodlust

but nowadays, this fear is nowhere to be seen. liu is confident in his skin and he fully embraces his whole being, the fierce mana that has changed him forever. when he grins with a fierce glint in his eyes, own blood already boiling, his whole body ready to jump and tear through flesh… it’s then when he truly shows his animalistic, inhuman traits. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ sung jin-woo. 

sung jin-woo has probably the most control of his inhuman traits out of all s-ranks known to earth. and still, he can’t hide them completely, just as he can’t hide his power

there are his fangs, just a bit longer, a bit sharper than normal human teeth. there are his eyes, dark and glowing, his whole body shrouded in shadows— sometimes they cling onto him, sometimes jin-woo becomes a shadow

he’s not feral, bloodthirsty or a slave to his inhuman instincts. he just is someone, something powerful in a human body

a reason why other s-ranks are so careful around him. what kind of power does he have, to completely control his urges, those inhuman traits, while walking among them as if he’s a normal human being. yet he can’t be, not with the mana tightly around him— no matter what rank you are, sung jin-woo is one of the most powerful s-ranks known and everyone can feel that

as can you, not even a hunter, your body devoid of any mana but you can feel it. feel jin-woo’s power, how the shadows cling onto him, how his eyes glint, the mana wisps around him. you can feel it, sometimes see it but rarely, rarely jin-woo shows it. hidden away, in his arms, where darkness takes over him, but you’re not afraid. he keeps you safe, clothed in shadows and mana, while his rumbling chest fills the peaceful silence around you. 

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#solo leveling #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jin woo x reader #baek yoonho x reader #choi jong-in x reader #liu zhigang x reader #sung jin woo #baek yoonho #choi jong-in #liu zhigang #solo leveling x reader #— ˚₊‧⁺˖ creations

[tteokdoroki]

aali help i wanna piss off kiri so bad :( be just arch nemesis :( his fated enemy :( the villain in his story :( i wanna constantly be at his throat to the point where he can’t stand me n has no choice but to try n put me in my place or die trying every time he sees me. send help this is an illness atp

eijirou kirishima gets a long with everyone— absolutely everyone.

kids love him, he ruffles their hair and only gives them candy if they’re good to their mum’s who oogle his arms when they think he’s not looking. the old ladies adore him whenever he passes them by in the cafe he gets his smoothie at every morning ( the baristas have a thing for him too ), the old sweethearts will give him a hard candy and a pinch to the cheek just for saying hello.

he’s kind, and warm, always serves with a smile and stops by to help.

everybody loves eijirou kirishima.

everybody except for you.

for some reason, you insist on hating him. refusing his help when he holds the door open tor you or offers to carry your bags, you look at eijirou like he’s stupid in patrol meetings and reject his rides home from work. you’re mean— and it annoys him. there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps and has to do something about the problem.

“not so tough, are ya now?” eijirou can be mean too, he can grip you by the cheeks and force your body into the wall, keeping you up against it by the brute strength of his his hips as they canter into yours— heavy, girthy cock carving its shape into your slippery malleable insides. all you can do is hiccup, keening into the red head’s every move even if you attempt to move your head away from his grip. “d’aw, don’t be like that sweetheart…you don’t like it when i’m mean? when i fuck you up like this; treat this nasty cunt like she deserves?”

please, you can’t tell if the way kirishima folds you up, knees into your shoulders as a bulky arm wraps around your soft middle makes you love him or hate him more— either way you’re cock drunky, hungry for the way his veiny shaft bullies it’s way into you accompanied by the wet slap, slap, slap that trickles into your symphony of hiccups and gasps and high pitched whines. “y-you’re such an…awful person,” you stutter out as kirishima licks the salt sweat from his Cupid’s bow— pulling all the way out of your creamy cunt, white with your own juices, fluttering at the suction sound when there’s not an inch of kiri left inside you.

eijirou smirks, resting his glistening cock on your pelvis, tip leaking a ways way above your belly button, entire shaft throbbing against your soft tummy. “takes one to know one, eh?” he grins sweet at you; ruby eyes though coloured with hatred shining with lust. “you’re just the awful person who likes gettin’ fucked like a filthy bitch.” then he’s grinding that seedy, achingly red tip of his into your swollen clit; hissing through his sharp teeth as he pushes back into your blistering heat with ease, chuckling at how you welcome him home, pussy pulsing with desire. “such a nasty, fuckin’ girl, huh sweetheart?” he adds, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into your guts.

“w-watch it, red.” you’re in no place to warn kirishima, feeling like his cock is in your throat, back arching up to meet his pace.

eijirou thumbs at your clit, sending your eyes back into your skull, his mouth hanging open to mock your moans. “w-w-watch it red!” he teases, stimulating you so fast; so fucking hard you don’t know what’s up or what’s down. “do me a favour, sweetheart, and come up for air. let me help you out just this once, and make this pathetic pussy cum. okay?”

his words make you drip, coating his thighs in a sticky sheen of your arousal and all you can do is look up at the sinisterly sexy eijirou kirishima and speak with just the tears of pleasure in your eyes.

okay.

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[c4ttheart]

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the prologue, i wrote this on a whim i don’t have a plot help

the rooftop door creaks as he opens it, the metal cold against his fingertips. it could almost feel heavy, if he wasn’t a pro athlete. his eyes shut in satisfaction as cool air hits his face, and he breathes what seems like the first puff of real air of the night. his eyelids are soon re opened when he picks up on an unfamiliar voice, his feet ready to take him back to where he came from.

"ah, amaya, there you are ! i was starting to think you ditched.. me ?"

you look at him, confusion etched upon your face like a delicately painted canvas. "you’re.. " you pause, like you’re trying to find the right words to say as you look him up and down. "not amaya." you conclude, and you don’t really seem satisfied with your answer.

although he is amused, he doesn’t let it show as he introduces himself. "sae itoshi." it’s short, and direct, because he knows you have no clue who he is, that much is obvious. it’s okay, he doesn’t really know who you are either.

"oh, the baseball player ?" you ask, and it’s like you’re trying to piece this information somewhere in your busy mind.

"soccer.", he corrects you. you let out a small oh in response because you hate being wrong, and if it was any darker sae would have missed the slight embarrassment visible on the tip of your ears.

he looks at you again, sitting on the edge of the roof, legs dangling as you reajust the thin material covering your arms that you probably consider your coat. it’s chilly, he can see you trembling a bit, and he doesn’t blame you. he is cold too, but his pokerface is good enough to hide it.

you’re pretty, that’s for sure, and considering the people at this party, you’re probably a model, or an actress or something like that. maybe an influencer ? he doesn’t know, but what confuses him most is the way his arms take his jacket off himself to hand it to you. stupefied and dumbfounded is what you are, and his lips curl the slightest bit upwards because of how amusing your expression is.

nevertheless, you take his tux jacket because the november breeze sure is relentless, and you thank him. it’s no more than a whisper, but it’s sincere enough. maybe it’s because of how uncomfortable you looked in that dress that he finds himself freezing, but he doesn’t really ponder about it. he doesn’t want to come to terms with whatever reason his brain will come up with.

the roof isn’t that far up, only a floor or two, and you can still hear the music from the ongoing celebration downstairs and see the colourful flashing lights on the pavement down below. the sun is barely set, it has to be around eight or so, but sae feels like he has been here for too long. but he can’t go back downstairs, not when he barely knows half of the people there (yet they are still up in his business like he has know them forever), with their alcoholic breaths and nasty drinks in their hands. so instead, he sits down next to you, because what’s the worst that can happen ? you look friendly enough, and you do still have his jacket.

you’re about to speak again, maybe make a comment about how cold it is to make useless small talk when you are interrupted by a sudden flash of white. then another. and then one again. you’re quick to cover your face, your eyes burning from the intensity of the light, but not quick enough for the paparazzi.

and just like that, they’re gone, leaving the both of you surprised on the edge of a rooftop of a famous restaurant, your hand protecting the lower half of your face now, your face agape, his jacket half draped around your shoulders.

well shit.

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[dear-satan]

pony

Dabi x fem!quirkless!Reader summary: in the middle of the night Dabi shows up at your flat after a long absence warning: sexual content, smoking, love marks, intimate piercing

Once again you rolled over onto your other side sighing. The time on your phone had long since indicated one o'clock in the morning. You couldn't fall asleep, again. For more than two weeks you had been struggling with horrible sleep problems - you couldn't sleep until really late hours and if you did manage to fall asleep, you usually woke up after forty minutes. The nasty weather didn't help either, as for several days it had been pouring rain from the sky almost all day and night. This made it impossible for you to go anywhere other than to work and back. Admittedly, there were umbrellas, but you were not a fan of them. And carrying it for more than fifteen minutes made you quite irritated.

You lazily slid off the bed and a shiver ran through your body as your feet made contact with the cold floor. With a slow step, you headed towards the living room, where you tipped the balcony slightly. You loved the smell of the rain which reminded you of the day you met your boyfriend. You met Dabi on a rainy evening on your way home from work. You recognised him immediately because, after all, who wouldn't recognise a wanted criminal but, most importantly, you didn't run away. You didn't know why, but in that moment you didn't feel fear or apprehension…. And instead of terror there was a slight smile on your face, which he reciprocated. Then, somehow, your paths were reunited, you started meeting every few nights and somehow you became a couple. A couple that no one knew about for whatever reason. You were, after all, from two different worlds and neither his nor your environment would have reacted enthusiastically to the news of your relationship.

You sighed loudly and leaned your forehead against the glass. Longing was tearing you apart from the inside. After all, you hadn't seen Dabi for several weeks. Just one morning he left without a word or any news and disappeared…. He literally vanished into thin air and you, as a person generally unconnected with his company and affairs, had no idea where or with whom to look for him. You didn't even have any quirk that could help you find him!

You shuddered as you heard a knock…. No, banging on your door. You turned towards them and, despite your misgivings, approached. Your common sense, however, did not allow you to open it immediately, so you looked through the peephole through which you saw nothing, however. "Shit." You cursed yourself in your mind as you turned the key in the lock. And what you saw behind them stopped your heart rate.

"D-Dabi?" you groaned, recognising him dimly in the prevailing blackness of the corridor. His blue irises even glowed from under the wet hood on his head. For the rest, his entire figure was soaked and drops of water dripped onto the floor.

"Hey" his low, slightly hoarse voice brought you back to earth. Your body was seized with anger so you dragged him into your flat slamming the door behind him.

"Hey? After so long you're just telling me hey?" you raised your voice not paying attention to the silence of the night. You watched as he pulled down his hood revealing his white hair strands, which were also soaked. "And what the hell have you got on your head? What's been happening to you all this tim-" you didn't finish. Dabi pulled you to him attacking your lips with his own making your legs soften. This kiss expressed all his longing for you and at the same time he was saying the 'sorry' you were so anticipating. You weaved one hand into his wet hair tugging it slightly. This was just what you needed and damn it. You needed more.

The thread of saliva that had hitherto connected your lips broke as you both felt the need to catch air in your lungs. Dabi, knowing your body language perfectly, grabbed your wrist. Within seconds he had reached your bed with you dropping onto it with you. You were now lying on top of him and his already hard cock was thrusting into your pelvic bone, at which you smiled slightly. Without restraint you slipped your hand under his shirt, gently scratching his burned skin. A murmur broke from his lips while his strong hands clamped down on your buttocks, pressing your body against his.

"I was worried about you." You whispered, letting him place kisses on your neck. Pleasant, warm shivers ran through your body each time he sucked on your skin leaving love bites on it. You, however, were not indebted to him - you were wriggling your hips on his cock feeling like it was growing all the time. At the thought of it, your lace panties you were sleeping in had already become completely wet, and your pussy clenched around nothing.

"I know baby." he murmured in reply. His fingers slowly crept beneath the material of your underwear, finding your - almost drenched - entrance quickly. He listened proudly to your sighs as he rode his fingers along your folds before sliding his fingers inside you. "So tight. How could I let that happen." His voice was filled with desire for you.

A moan broke from your lips as his fingers bent deep inside you…. But that was not enough. To Dabi's displeasure you stopped his hand, but he did not protest. He watched with a slight smile as you undid the buttons of his trousers to throw them somewhere in the corner of the room. You did the same, incidentally, with his boxers, on which there was a wet stain from preejaculate visible to the naked eye. He saw you carefully mirroring his penis stopping for a few seconds at the piercing he also had there. He remembered perfectly your first time, during which you were at first frightened by the sight, but changed your mind quickly afterwards. He loved it when he gave you extra pleasure or when you played with the jewellery during oral intercourse. However, now he didn't feel like fondling you, so as soon as he noticed how you started to lean over him he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look into his eyes. "Not now."

You nodded slightly. You pulled off your panties, which joined Dabi's ones, and grabbed his dick over your entrance. You were thirsty for him enough to sit on his cock which filled you all over. "Fuck." You leaned your body back slightly placing your hands on his thighs to keep your balance. "I missed you."

Your hips began to move slowly up and down. A wave of heat began to spread over your body and sweat slowly appeared on your skin as well as his. "Oh yes baby, ride him like a fucking pony." His hands, kindled from the inside, pressed against your hips causing his cock to kiss your cervix. He felt your wet pussy clench around him causing him to shudder in his body and the quiet murmurs of your name tumbling out of his mouth. He wanted you so damn badly.

"S-shit… I-I'm gonna cum.!" you gasped out when once again his penis hit your sensitive spot. Your fingernails left red marks on his thighs and your eyelids spontaneously closed. You were almost certain that your moans and whimpers could be heard at least throughout the block you lived in, but frankly you didn't give a shit. You tilted your head back and a loud moan of his 'name' broke from your lips as your pussy reached its limit, clamping down on him triggering his own orgasm. Your thighs trembled as waves of white sperm filled you all over, giving you the feeling of a veritable high.

"Fuck, I love it." The laughter ripped from his throat between catching his breaths. He blindly found the pocket of his coat - which he was still wearing along with his T-shirt - and pulled out a packet of cigarettes putting one in his mouth. You watched as a small blue flame appeared on the tip of his smallest finger thanks to which he had set the stinking damn thing off. "I think I'm going to disappear more often," he said.

"Very funny." you slid off him without the strength to do anything "Next time I just won't let you in." You cuddled your face into the pillow.

"We'll see."

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[throwaninkpot]

i.

  There once was a boy who never felt right. It itched, maybe. Chaffed and claustrophobic, like when the witch who raised him would threaten to transform him into a bug and keep him in a jar, and even the thought had made his throat feel tight and his limbs weak and confined. That threat and all the other threats of equally awful punishment were never enough to make Tip behave. Once, when Mombi sent him to bring in clothes from the wash line, he kept a few items back from the laundry basket. Just a scarf and a blouse--how would that witch like it, Tip thought, if a little Mombi entered the house one day wearing her clothes, hunched over like her, and barking the same commands she gave him and promising the same nasty magics in an exaggerated mimicry of her voice. It would be sure to earn him some harsh punishment, but the prank would be worth it for the startled look he imagined on her awful face. So, he secreted the items away, and a few days later he ducked behind the house, threw the blouse on and tied the scarf over his head. Then grinning, he leaned over the rain bucket to catch a glimpse of the ridiculous image he made. 

In the water's reflection, his grin slipped away replaced by a curious frown. He looked...pretty, almost. The witch's clothes were nothing fine or lovely, made of the same practical lavender fabric as his own. But unlike Tip's own clothes, there were little blue and white flowers dotting the collar of the shirt. And the scarf framed his face in a way that made him look less like the old witch Mombi, and more like one of Gillikin girls he often saw at a distance working in their fields.  

It was strange. Well, yes, it was strange, but not in the way Tip had thought it might be, not in a bad way at all. It was-- 

"Boy! Where are you?"

Tip started, tearing the scarf from his head and hurrying to shrug the blouse off. The moment, like the prank, were forgotten and the day went on.

The days went on. Tip went, and went, and went, on and on, and found himself in a high room in the Emerald City. And it was himself, wasn't it? Tip wasn't a girl. How could Tip be a girl? How could Tip be?

But, well, if it had to be done...

So it was.

Tip went to sleep and Ozma awoke. When she sat up, a mirror was held up to Ozma's face, and looking at her new features didn't feel the way she expected. All those years of seeing a face shakily reflected in water barrels and puddles, and this was the first time the face looking back felt like--felt like-- Something tugged at Ozma's heart that she didn't understand. Me? Me. Is that me?

"Well?" Glinda asked gently, still holding the mirror for Ozma, smiling encouragingly at the child. 

"It's...strange." Ozma started. Oh, was that her voice? High and fluid as a bird song? Nothing like the cracking thing her voice had become in the last few years as Tip. 

"Strange, perhaps," Glinda allowed. "But not so bad, is it?"

"No," Ozma said. Oh, that was her voice. Oh. "No, it...it doesn't feel bad at all."

Once, there was a boy. But that boy isn't. That boy was a dream, or a threat of a tight jar made a reality that Ozma lived in every day. But the dream is over; Ozma awoke. Ozma continues to wake, now in open rooms all arching ceilings and wide windows looking out on her kingdom stretching wide. The clothes are as light as anything on her, and even when she orders adventuring outfits from the dressmaker, they come in lovely shades with little flowers on the collar and they never itch to wear.

      ii.

There once was a boy who was made a boy, cursed to be a boy, never knew anything but being a boy and there was joy in this.  He was happy in a way he had never noticed because he had never thought to question something so intrinsically true.

No one else had felt the need to question it either, until now.

He had tried to tell them--Glinda, the Scarecrow, Woggle-Bug, all of them. He wasn't a girl, he was Tip. He was no girl.

Glinda, smiling sweet, patted his hand. And for a moment he thought--maybe she would--but-- "But you were born a girl," she told him simply, like he was only confused. "So you must resume your proper form."

Tip looked around desperately. All these smiling faces. All the friends he had spent so many adventures beside. None of them would listen. Well, Jack listened. Jack cried at the prospect of losing his father. And Tip had never been comfortable with his parentage of a pumpkin-headed man, hadn't wanted to be Jack's father, but he wanted to be Jack's mother even less. Jack's protestation didn't matter. If Glinda and the others didn't care about Tip's objections, when he was the one who was heir to the throne of Oz and whose life they would be changing, why would they listen to anyone else?

All the while, they were kind. Reassuring him that he would be just fine. Guiding him with care to a couch. Meaning so well as they let him be put to sleep and took away everything that Tip knew as Tip. 

There was a boy, once. He is a boy no more.

Even the clothes were different. Tip didn't know why that hurt the most. His scuffed but sturdy purple pants covered in all the dirt from every stop of his travels were magically gone, and in their place was a dress of green gauze and flounce. Oh, and why were his legs put together funny? They weren't meant to sit like that on his hips. Oh, his hips. They were wrong. It was all wrong.

He sat up, burying his hands into the frilly fabric mess for something, anything, to hold onto. Glinda brought out a mirrored glass and it showed a face that was almost but not like his.

"Well?" Glinda asked gently. 

"It's..." Tip started to speak, and then burst into tears when the voice that came out was not his own.

"Give it time," Glinda soothed, days later, after Ozma's return had been announced, and ceremonies and parades had been held. "It must have been such a trial, dearie, and it's only natural it would take you time to adjust after the experience."

The experience. No one liked to speak much of it now, and when they did, it was only in the vague terms. The experience. Ozma's time away. The curse. Before.

If the experience had been such a trial, why did this now feel so wrong? That was the way curses worked, Tip thought: A person was happy, then a spell was cast on them and they were wretched, then the spell was broken and they were happy again.

That order had gotten a bit mixed up here.

He gave it time. Days, months, a year passed. Tip didn't adjust. Tip didn't feel right.

He wondered if maybe this, now, was in fact the curse. Maybe Ozma isn't him. Maybe it never was really, and never will be, even as he answered to that name and smiled at the subjects who murmured it adoringly. 

Maybe fate had found its way through accident and misfortune, and the initial transformation into Tip had been the universe setting something to right. Maybe Oz had been meant to have a king again. Well--after all, Glinda had said no respectable sorceress would deal in transformation magic, but she hadn't said anything about sorcerers. And maybe it wasn't a sorceress who sat on the throne of Oz after all. Maybe Oz was meant to be ruled by a sorcerer again. Give it time, Tip swore, and he would put himself to right again.

      iii.

There once was a boy. There now is a girl. And he would, if she could, live in that space between. Where eyes are fluttering, falling asleep and waking, as Ozma is coming and Tip is going. 

The child left by this sits up, and there is Glinda waiting with a mirrored glass showing a new face for them to meet.

"Well?" Glinda asks gently.

Tip-turned-Ozma can only look between the sorceress and himself in wonder, unable to answer. When he--she?--rises, there are her friends looking just as startled as she feels. She speaks finally: "I hope--" Oh, is that what he sounds like now? Well, his voice had changed once already before; this is nothing stranger than that, only quicker an ordeal than when his voice began dropping and cracking. "I hope that none of you will care less for me than you did before. I'm just the same Tip," she says, and for a moment feels like crying. Struggling to put into words what she doesn't even understand yet. 

What she means is: I'm the same me.

What she means is: Can't I be both?

It's elusive--fickle--ephemeral, fragile as her new gossamer gowns under the touch. Sometimes, he can feel it take shape at his fingertips, as solid as the crown Glinda places on her head. There is Tip. There is Ozma. Sometimes, there seems like little difference between the two. And other times, it is all he can do not to cry as the crowds call out "Princess! Princess Ozma!" as he passes through the streets. It's more than the names. It's more than the new clothes she must wear. It's more than the new way his friends treat him now even though they had promised it would still be the same. It's something like the way the skin wraps around their bones so distinctly different and differently distinct. It is each of these, and still more.

If they could have started as Ozma then turned into Tip then back again to Ozma, maybe the boundaries between are more malleable than people seem to think.

Ozma-still-Tip will learn the words to explain, and invent new ones where she finds the need. Slowly, he comes to understand herself. The citizens of Oz will learn, too, and so come to love their ruler whether there is a king under the crown today or a queen. This is Oz, after all. Where straw or clockwork walk and talk, and heads may be swapped, and young girls in houses fall from they sky then fly away home again. A little multitude of identity is not so odd at all.

(x)

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