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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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caught with them (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅

caught with them (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.

~faqs~

“Daddy!”

Initially confused

Gyomei didn’t realize you were into that 😏

And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps 💀

“G-gyomei,” you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful it’s his back facing the living room doorway

“Hm?” he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms

“Mydad’shere,” you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix

😳😱😵

#Gyomei is no longer confused

“Oh dear,” he mutters, mortification clear in his voice

Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums

Meanwhile, your poor dad’s like: 🫠🫠🫠

“Well don’t just stand there!” you shriek, “Go make yourself tea or something!”

Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea 😭

“Daddy!”

And that’s when Obanai remembers 😳

“Please tell me what’s happening isn’t what I think is happening.”😖

—You thought you knew what his desperation sounded like

—Especially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips

—But this definitely takes the cake 🥴

“Unfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,” you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, “We’ll be ready shortly.”

Newsflash: your dad could care less about when you’ll be ready for lunch

In fact, he’d much prefer to cancel lunch altogether

Who needs lunch when their appetite’s just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?

As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanai’s lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips

“We’ll revisit this later,” you promise, “With the door closed.”

Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he can’t resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor

“Dessert? Sounds good to me.” 😎

“Daddy!”

Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, “Daddy? Would you like to call me daddy?”

“Kyo-” 😭

Yk when yk what you should say, but you can’t seem to say it? 😬

Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment 😃

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!” lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, “If you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,” sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertop’s edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin

“Kyyyo-” 😭😭😭

“Call me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-”

“So uh,” finally your dad sputters, “How about you guys text me when you’re finished?”

Kyojuro’s eyes = wider than saucers 😳

“I AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.” <— 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut

“That was hot,” you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, “Maybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.” 😇

“Clearly!” he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, “I would have stopped immediately had I known!”

“I’m sorry, I short circuited.” 😅

“I hope he forgives us.” 😓

You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, “He’ll survive.” 😆

Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, “But I may not.” 🥺

“Oh hush,” you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, “Let’s shower and get dressed. My poor dad’s patiently waiting.”

“Daddy!”

“Who’re you calling daddy?” Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, “Listen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.”

“Sanemi,” you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror

“I asked you a question,” he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, “Who’re you calling daddy? Who’s fucking your slutty hole? Who’s bringing you closer and closer to your climax?”

“Iwascallingmydad, daddy,” you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemi’s thrusts

He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror

“You WHAT?!!!”

You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, “We invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in… and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently that’s what I do when I panic!”

“Oh so this is MY fault?” 😒

“The fuck?” 😐

“That’s what I’m saying! You got me horny, bitch, you’re always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!” 🙄

“Well don’t apologize for that!”

“Fine! I’m not sorry!” 😤

“So do I get to cum, or…?” 🙃

“You’re fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?”

“I mean dinner’s obviously off the table, so-”

“Fuck’s sake! Okay! I’ll make you cum!” 🤬

“Good!”

“Great! Better brace yourself princess,” Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, “Because you’re my cocksleeve for tonight.”

—Don’t even ask 😃

—Porn isn’t realistic

—So why should my fanfiction be? 😂

“Daddy!”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu

“Uh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,” he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him

“GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-”

Disclaimer: you’re panicking — not cumming 💀

#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu

“Shit, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, “Feels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742

You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, “Dad, how about I call you in ten minutes?”

Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuu’s face

⚠️ESCAPE⚠️RETREAT⚠️WITHDRAW⚠️

But he can’t move 😭, bc he just came inside of you 😭, and apparently there’s an audience 😭

#talk about a mess #pun intended

“You do that honey!” *your dad frantically nods* “You do whatever you need to do!” *your dad frantically flees*

…

“Murder or suicide?” Giyuu asks quietly

“What?” 🧐

“One of us is a dead man,” he answers solemnly, “But I’ll let you decide who.”

*big sigh* “Neither you nor my dad has to die.”

“I disagree.” 😔

“Daddy!”

“The fuck?” 🤨 “Is your dad here?” 🤨 “Are you into that?” 🤨

The fact that Tengen hasn’t stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate 💀

“Well?” he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, “Which one is it?”

“The fact that you don’t seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,” you mutter

Meanwhile, you’re frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position

“The fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,” he retorts, “And quit fidgeting,” tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, “Less wriggling, more cumming.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen 😃

Is he that pussydrunk?

Nah

#he just doesn’t give af

#well

#sort of

“Tengen.”

“Hm?” he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, “You gonna cum for me?”

“You do know my dad was here?” breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, “R-right?”

“I know,” he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, “I was certainly surprised,” tone amused and patient, “But I figured he’d leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,” nonchalant as ever, “No point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.”

—I’m not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn 🤠😂

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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diejager · 5 months

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GIRLLLL THAT BROTHER!GHOST X LIL SISTER!READER IS SO YUMMYYY😻😻

You already know imma ask for more👀 but i’ll let you surprise me, you can write whatever as long as Ghost is readers brother and i mean WHATEVER

you never disappoint youre gonna eat up every time u write 🤞🏻🤞🏻

You’re giving me FAR too much credit here 😳

Protect Cw: physical abuse, drunk/high, mention of child abuse, tell me if I missed any.

“The fucks your problem?!”

Ghost stood between you and the man, his chest pushed out and shoulders braced to seem bigger, wider than he already was —a tactic to scare off the man who dared to put his hand on you

“You are my fucking problem,” Ghost spat, eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a deep scowl underneath his balaclava, his warm brow turned cold as I hell had frozen over with he coldest winter ever.

You let out a shuddered breath, cheek pulsing with stinging pain from being struck. You clung to Ghost, fingers digging into the soft and old texture of his hoodie, you hid behind him, his broad shoulder and wide stance protected you from the vile bastard’s view. You had one too many drinks, losing yourself somewhere around the last few pints and suddenly finding yourself in a dark corner of the street fighting off a man who didn’t understand that a no meant a hard no.

You were lucky Simon had found you before he took it a step further, mind too drunk and body too sluggish to lift a hand and defend yourself. He might’ve heard your yelp and cry for him, whimpering out his name for help when you help your swollen cheek and bleeding lip. He rushed to your side without a second thought, pushing the man away from you with a hard shove.

“Find your own bitch!” The man smelled drunk, the pungent odour of booze blowing off of him in waves and his eyes dilated with a slurred speech but erratic and unpredictable mind, he wasn’t only drunk, he was probably high as well, “I was here first!”

“She’s not an object, you fucking bloke,” Ghost hissed, fist closing tightly with little self-control left to stop himself from decking the bastard for calling you a bitch, his sweet, precious sister being touched by a man like him. “When she says no, it bloody means no.”

Ghost took a step forward, his hulking figure seeming bigger than nature in the darkness of the alley, glaring down at the high and drunk man that dared to approach you. Even with an inebriated conscience, he knew when he was outmatched, yelping and backing away in fright, eyes wide and brows risen high.

“Sod off,” he sent him a curt nod, his chin pointing outwards, down to the alley’s entrance.

Once the man was off, stumbling away and tripping on air, Simon turned to you, arms pulling you to his chest, cradling your pained cheeks and trembling body. You shook, tremor wreaking your body as you whispered his name, body and mind still numb from being hit, it reminded you of before, when you were still a kid, hiding behind Simon for protection against you father.

He whispered sweet, comforting words, calling your name in the softest tone he had, featherlight and loving, hand climbing to wipe away the stray tears from your cheeks and made you look at him, into his calm and warm eyes. They were the warmest chocolate brown you ever knew, the right shade that made you melt in his arms, tuning out the world for him, the man who’s protected you all your life.

“There you go,” he mumbled, a smile stretching the corners of his lips, his eyes crinkling and eyes gleam confidently when you gave him a gentle nod, tentatively smiling back at him, “That’s the (Name) I know.”

“It hurts, Si,” you pouted, one hand holding his against your cheek, the one left untouched from the man.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, bowing to press a kiss on your nose, unwilling to let you go. “Let’s get you home and treated, yeah?”

Taglist: @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover @distracteddragoness @vxnilla-hxrddrugs @konigsblog @havoc973 @im-making-an-effort @daisychainsinknots

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frogchiro · 10 months

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Hey Kin! I had this idea to share, but I wanted to know if this specific kink was appropriate for your blog! So like… pussy inspections with your fav cod man 😳

Also it’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it. I just wanted to clarify before I sent any further asks with this type of scenario - 💖

My dear Heart. I was waiting for this specific ask my whole writing career and I physically cannot explain how thankful I am

AND I'M GONNA GO WITH PRICE FOR THIS ONE bc I'm still on my dark bullshit and he fits perfectly ;;

Price who is absolutely nasty :(( He's so large, so powerful and strong, he's everything a military Captain should be but underneath all that he's a nasty pervert, extremally possessive and territorial over the resident hacker girl of 141 and isn't afraid to pull rank on anyone, especially you :((

You could describe him like a dragon; large and incredibly dangerous and possessive over his hoard, in this case it's you. Price isn't afraid to grope you out in the open in front of Ghost or Soap or even the insufferable PMCs to assert his dominance and show everyone who exactly is in charge here and who do you belong to.

John loves doing pussy inspections because it gives him a incredible power trip and he gets off on the power he has over you. He's much older than you, has way more experience, he's so so much stronger than you :(( He knows you like it, he knows how you whine and paw at his strong broad chest and shoulders, how you coo over his biceps and how you nuzzle and rub against his sweaty hairy chest after a training session.

And pussy inspections are the biggest form of asserting his dominance over you; a cigar in his mouth as he growls at you to stay still girl as his big rough hands spread you open :(( you can whine and try to squirm all you want, you can even try and close your legs but it's only gonna earn you a smack to your ass. Spreading open your legs and then your slick puffy cunt makes Price growl low in his chest, watching your hole twitch with anticipation, the remnants of the seed he spilled inside you earlier are still there and he grunts in delight that no one seemed to be brave or stupid enough to try and mess with the Captain's property♡

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #jesus christ whew #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain john price #john price

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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For my Thursday Thots, this came to my mind 🤭😳

I feel like König knows how to eat pussy. How, I do not know, but that man just KNOWS how to make Maus release her little squeaks~ I’m talking they could be in the most risky situations or areas, like in a broom closet or somewhere in the training area. And König has 2 positions for Maus depending of the area: he either has her pinned to the wall with her legs thrown over his shoulders or pinned to the floor in a nelson, keeping direct eye contact as his lips close around her little clit, sucking on it as Maus just squeaks and tries not to cry out so they don’t get caught~

Tries telling him it’s too risky or she’s too sensitive, but he can’t help himself sometimes, he likes seeing her face flushed and her thighs squeezing around his head 😳

This man eats pussy for breakfast lunch and dinner

There’s a hand splayed on your stomach. The width of it spreads low across your belly button, the thumb tucking into the soft flesh below, in the dip just below where a sensitivity tickles across your senses. It keeps you still, grounds you, prevents you from arching upwards even as something wet and warm presses against your entrance, and forces a low, long moan up from your chest.

He still has his gloves on.

The thought alone is enough to send pleasure lacing sharply through your veins, warm and viscous and nearly dizzying with its effect. The word feels sharp in contrast with the pleasant buzz between your legs as Konig allows the arousal of you to gather on his tongue. He drinks it down like ambrosia, relishes the taste of it. The groan that echoes from him echoes against your clit and you have to teeth your lip to prevent a moan from escaping. The walls of his office are thin, and despite the fact that he’s a colonel, it means little for the people who happen to pass by in the hallway outside.

There’s a fist shoved between your teeth as his lips fasten around your swollen clit and he sucks. It’s too much, and you're barely able to contain a little cry of desire that whimpers past your lips, eyes scrunched shut. Konig;s eyes gaze up at you, his hood tucked out of the way so you can see the silvered scars that snake up his jaw towards his ears, forcing his lips into a permanent scowl.

“Mm, that’s no good, Schatz.” He murmurs against the soft flesh of your thigh. Breathless, intent. “You;re too quiet.”

“K-Konig- '' You try, but it’s useless, because he descends once more with renewed effort, and the hum of his voice vibrates through you hard enough for a shiver to force its way up your spine- force a shuddering gasp past your lips.

You feel a dull, insistent pressure circling your entrance and you realize dimly that it’s his fingers again, teasing, retreating, circling again, over and over until you beg for it.

You refuse, bite harder into your fist- enough to leave indents of your teeth

Yet as Konig gently pushes a single finger into you you squirm on his touch, enough for his hand to press you flush to the wall once more.

“Still, Shatz.” He issues to you, low and eager, voice dragging deep in his chest almost like a warning.

You try, you really do, but without the use of your voice the excess energy resulting from pleasure needs to go somewhere so it doesn’t force up your throat, revealing you to the other officers passing outside the seemingly empty office.

A little stretch, and there’s a single finger inside you now. Insistent, broad, the moisture of your arousal pooling over the leather of his glove.

“So pretty, Schatz.” he tells you eagerly, and your eyes flick down to catch his green gaze as he lowers himself to your mound once more. You watch as he tongue flicks out, pressing flat against your clit for only a moment before his mouth descends and he sucks

You cry out unexpectedly, slapping a hand over your mouth a moment too late and praying that nobody in the surrounding offices has somehow heard the sound of your desire for him.

“Louder.” He tells you breathlessly, fingers scissoring inside you even as the slickness of you drips over the soft fabric of his gloves. “I want them to hear, Schatz.”

“I want them to hear you are mine.”

#konig x reader #könig x reader #konig x you #König x you #könig fanfiction #thursday night thots #minors dni #I am. drunk. apologies for spelling errors

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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hi can i please request a smut where some opponent calls gavi a kid or something or insults him so gavi fucks the players wife/gf as payback 😳

Pablo and his andalusian charms...

Enjoy 🍌

Garden Gnome

"Fucking child, go back to La Masia and learn the rules. Little garden gnome." Your boyfriend was screaming at Pablo Gavi. Some portuguese swear words followed.

The referee was coming their way, but the two got themselves together before he decided to pull a card on them. Gavi was discussing with the neutral, but he waved him off until Pedri was pulling at the attackers sleeve.

Just a few seconds later the two opponents got at each other again. The Athlético striker pushed Gavi purposely during a corner kick. The short footballer was raging.

Your lips reading skills in Spanish, combined with the loud whistles coming from the crowd, weren't the best, but you were sure his words weren't nice. You couldn't even be mad. João could be very intense, especially when provoked.

---

You congratulated your boyfriend with a sensual kiss in the locker room of the guest team. He told you to wait for him as he was called for an interview. The locker room was nearly empty as all the players left for the bus , so you started to pack João's stuff into his small Goyard beauty bag.

"I can't believe Félix has got his fangirls stalking him up into the locker rooms." A light voice startled you.

Dropping João's beauty bag onto the bench, you turned around. Pablo Gavira was walking towards you.

"I'll have you know that I am João's girlfriend." you said, putting your hands on your hips.

"Ah yes. My bad, I should have recognized your ass from his instagram." he teased, leaning against the table across from you.

"Who's stalking who now, hm ?" you cocked an eyebrow.

The chuckle he let out was spiteful. "I'm looking for Félix because I want to clear out some things that happened on the pitch."

Gavi started playing with a bracelet on his wrist. The pearls were blue, red and gold. Probably self made and gifted to him by a fan. Cute.

"Well Gavi-"

He interrupted you. "Pablo."

"Pablo, João can be very rude when provoked, but to be honest, you aren't exactly tall."

Yes. Pablo was only 5'7, but you still only reached his shoulders and his height didn't change the fact that he was insanely attractive. His clothes complemented his athletic but slim built. The oversized sweater making his shoulders look broad.

The kiss came unexpected. His plush lips claimed yours as he trapped you against the locker with his body. Gavi's hands caught your hips.

His tongue played with yours and you moaned into his mouth, making him grind his hips into yours. You felt him swollen against the baggy denim of his jeans.

You were out of breath when the andalusian broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. Your hands fisted the soft cotton of his fabric covered forearms for support. Knees feeling like jelly, you tried to clear your mind.

Gavi smelled like a fresh shower and male. In a situation like this it was the most intoxicating smell, making you forget that you were João's girlfriend.

He buried his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. If he could feel your heartbeat on his lips, he would now that you were close to ventricular fluttering. His hands traveled down to hike your skirt up.

Your panties were soaked. It embarrassed you to be turned on by someone else than your boyfriend, but something about him made you mindless enough to let Gavi continue.

He pushed the thin scrap of lace down your thighs until it pooled at your feet. You were exposed to him now. His voice was like honey in your ear.

"You're so wet cariño. All for me, hm ?" Gavi's fingers spread the wetness from between your folds over your clit, making you clench. His touch was rough. Nothing about this was sweet. Your head fell back against the cold metal of the locker.

You whined when he let go of you.

He walked back to the table and patted the surface. "C'mere mi amor. I want to fuck you like the whore you are."

A pink tint adored your cheeks as you stepped out of your panties and walked over to him. He embraced you from behind, one of his hands pressing against your back, right were João's name was printed, so you laid flat on the table.

You're heard him unzip his jeans and anticipated his touch.

"Pablo." you moaned as he entered you.

The stretch of him send delicious shivers down your spine and you moved your hips against him. His hips snapped against your backside in a fast pace.

Gavi put all his pent up frustration towards Joao into fucking you.

"Your pussy is so tight hermosa, holding me in a vice grip." he groaned.

The wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you mixed with your moans, hollowing through the room.

His other hand moved to his mouth, wetting the fingertips, before he found your clit. Rubbing in figure eights you started to grind against his hips. The feeling of Gavi balls deep inside of you brought you closer to your orgasm.

"You're such a slut, letting another footballer fuck you in your boyfriends jersey." The hand on your back moved to grab your ponytail, pulling.

You arched into him as he leaned over you. His lips found your neck again, sucking. He wanted to leave marks.

"Pablo, harder please. I need to come." you whimpered, almost screaming.

"You need to be quiet, hermosa." He pushed two of his fingers in your mouth to shut you up.

You started sucking on them, teasing with your tongue. Pushing them deeper, saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth. Your clit was pulsing and you were sure you were coming every second now.

Gavi's lips pecked their way to your flushed cheek. Pressing a chaste kiss to it.

"Cheaters don't get to orgasm, mi amor." He chuckled and with a few hard thrusts, released himself inside of you.

His cum filled you up, but his fingers left your sweet spot, denying your own release.

You turned to face him after he pulled out. You didn't know what to say, words stuck in your throat.

"Clean me up." he smirked and stroked his cock in his hand, lubricated by your juices.

You sunk to your knees and looked up again.

"What ? Are you being shy now ? Don't give me the innocent act when you've got my cum squirting out of your pussy." Gavi grabbed your ponytail and pushed your face towards his cock.

You slowly took the tip between your lips, when the door burst open.

"Anjo, I'm sorry, they wanted me to-" The portuguese accent of your boyfriend made you freeze.

Gavi smirked, pulling his cock from your mouth, tucking himself away. He bent down to straighten your ponytail and wipe his sperm from your lips with his thumb. Flicking your nose, he smiled at you.

He walked towards a startled João stopping beside him.

"I just wanted a last review of my performance before going back to La Masia and looks like your girl has got a different impression."

A/N: Just a little smut for my comeback...

Leave me some feedback loves 💕

#pablo gavi smut #gavi imagine #gavi smut #gavi x reader #pablo gavi x reader #gavi one shot #pablo gavi

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euphoricfilter · 8 months

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*deep sigh* 😔, after namjoon's recent SCANDALOUS weverse post of his gorgeous ✨beefy back✨ all I can think about is Namjoon + size kink 🤌. So with that said, may I submit this idea to the night short? 😳

you may 🫡

can i also direct you to this horny thought which follows similar ideals with the size kink. i feel like this would sort of be an indirect second part? to the belly bulge idea

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #23

tonight’s horny thought is about much control namjoon has over your body and his raging size kink

he’d get off on the size difference, watching how large his hand looks around your neck as he holds your head down, hips wetly smacking against your ass as he ruts into you. maybe pulling back to watch how his thick cock splits you open, hands pulling your asscheeks apart to watch you swallow his cock

he’d talk a little filthy too, telling you how small your pussy is, how he’s shaping your insides for his cock only. how pretty you look split open, small cunt creamy with your arousal, clinging to the base of his cock. how good you are for him, such a small little hole greedy for him

some days, he might fuck you over the counter in the bathroom, in absolute awe of how his body covers yours. broad chest caging your back as he snaps his hips forward, cock nudging perfectly against your sweet spot. something utterly arousing about the way your fingers dig into the muscle of his arms as you find your release. so small under him it doesn’t take much for him to hold you up when your knees go weak. tugging you back onto his cock until he cums inside of you

he’d love to manhandle you, drag you over his lap if you’ve been a brat, large hand holding both your ankles to keep you still as he lands a quick slap to your ass, condescending in the most delicious way as you try and wriggle away from him— a futile attempt when he easily pulls you back to where he wants you. eventually dragging you to sit up, fingers digging into your hips as he essentially lifts you on his cock, doing all the work for you

bonus points that feed into his kink; he’d love to fuck you up against the wall. thick arms flexing as he holds you up, gentle coo falling off his lips as he calls you his little toy, so pliant and easy to mold to his will. however he wants, because you’re too small, nothing against him even if you really tried. his to fuck and love, a strange mix of the two a constant. his feral, almost obsession with your body translated through your pleasure and his own. your nails raking over his shoulders a broad back

maybe some days he pulls away from the wall, hooking your legs over his arms, dragging you down his cock, truly his own warm little fleshlight that he uses to get himself off. you can’t really do much when you’re fully reliant on him not to drop you, pussy clenching every time he pulls you back down on his cock

and he always makes sure to treat you, filling up your little pussy with his cum, smearing it over your folds when he tells you to push it out. kissing your little clit as he calls you pretty

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k2ntoss · 2 months

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"“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor." with Jason? 😳

guess who fell sick FROM A KFC CHICKEN PIECE!!! i'm dying but anyways first one of the nighty-night!!! omg i just love writing this stuff with jay it's just hehehe :3 here we go, my dear anon, thanks for your request. adding vigilante!reader here bc my head has ideas.

"on your knees." while their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

it was usual for you to steal kisses from jason's lips whenever you walked past him and everyone around had grown used to it, soft pecks followed by a pretty smile as you carried your gear after a mission or when you walked around the training arena. it wasn't weird anymore not even for bruce because he knew that you needed each other.

this time wasn't much different besides the fact that tim and damian were fighting right in front of jason at the time you had to pass by his side, carrying a couple of knives you stood next to him and nudged his side softly, a silent sing for him to lean down so you could reach and kiss him and he did, lips softly touching yours in a sweet motion that made his younger sibblings grunt at the missing attention because they sworn they needed his opinion.

"i bet you have better things in mind to do rather than getting involved on a new discussion with them" you murmur against his lips, a small smirk when you noticed your tease working on him even if it wasn't meant to at first.

"and i bet you've never been told you speak way too much, haven't ya?" jason asks cockily, standing straight once again and looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest and you can't help but chuckle when his eyes linger for a little more on your lips before he looks back at his brothers.

"all i hear is you're in love with me, todd" your words bring a scowl to damian's face and drag a tired sigh from tim, probably a little too over the loverbirds shit you always manage to pull out of jason when you're close. of course he's not always so sweet with you but you've pulled onto his more human side and that had helped jason to feel more worthy of a lot of stuff, because you've been there to teach him that not being perfect wasn't bad.

"i hate it when you're right." he chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in to drap an arm over your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, looking over you and taking in your figure, the way the gray suit hugged your curves before getting lost under the waist of your cargo pants made your body look even more desireable and he just smirked to himself "i wish there was a way to shut your mouth at least for a while."

if you didn't knew him you would have thought he was pissed off by your comments but the undertone of tease and mischief on his words was clear for you and you understood his intentions, even clearer when you noticed jason's eyes wandering around the cave to make sure it was just the two of you there.

"well, maybe there is" you say, as if wondering the answer but jason is quick to grab your hand and pull you upstairs and between chuckles he makes his way to the library as he looked into any other room to make sure there wasn't a chance of being caught like two horny highschoolers, but that was the fun in this all.

"yeah? what would that be?" he asks once he finds a nice spot. that chair he always picks in between all the spaces around the manor because it's comfortable and because it is the first place he kissed you "does it has anything to do with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick?"

it takes jason almost nothing to change the tone of his voice, he sits on the big chair and pulls you closer by the waist to place you on his lap just so he can capture you lips in a new kiss, this time hungrier and harsher. his hands grip onto your hips as yours claw softly on his chest, kissing him back and letting his tongue intrude into your mouth when he deepens the contact of your lips.

"here? in broad daylight?" you ask him teasingly but jason knows you couldn't care less when your hips push against his making your body grind against his "if we get caught you know we won't hear the end of it, jason." and your boyfriend knows that's true but there isn't too many people to find you both and he is 50% sure he just locked the door but that's just details.

"i don't really care and i'm sure you don't care either" he says in a low tone, looking up at you as his hands trace the outline of your figure until he squeezes your breast playfully and leans in to kiss your jaw, nibbling on the zone as if he was tasting you for the first time ever and he just got adicted to the feeling of your flushed skin.

it takes a few more heated kisses, your hips grinding against him and the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with the noise of your clothes until he pulls away with a predatory smirk as he pushes your body from his.

"on your knees." jason's voice sounds hoarse and it drives shivers down your spine because his hand touches you in a soft way as his fingers threat through your hair as his other hand pushes you by the waist to get you off his lap, the hand that is still on your head is now guiding you slowly to the floor and making you kneel between his legs.

it's not hard to do as he wants and it's even easier to lean in closer and press a playful kiss on the bulge that you can spot under his pants, the action itself makes jason's eyes darken as your fingers work undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans, pulling down slightly with a hint of urge just to lift his shirt a little, exposing his lower abdomen and kissing a trail until your lips reach the waist of his boxers.

"you look so pretty like that, princess," he practically growls as his hand brushes your hair out of your face, a smirk playing on his lips when your eager hands pull down his underwear as your eyes remain fixed on his.

"i don't know what i'll do if you keep looking at me like that, jay" you purr and he chuckles but the sound stops as soon as it starts when you grab his hardened dick on your hand and give him the first slow stroke as you lean in to wrap your lips around the swollen tip and at the feeling of having him in your mouth you hum.

"i think i know what you'll do" jason teases, letting out a deep groan when you bob your head up and down with your tongue tracing his shaft but what drives him crazy is the way you look at him through doe eyes and the ghost of a smile on your expression as you start moving with him in your mouth.

"that's it, ma," he growls as his eyes close and his head drops back, his hand finding its way to the back of your head where it grabs a handful of your hair "feels so good to have that pretty mouth of yours taking me so damn well, such a good girl."

the sight is amazing, the way he frowns when a deep raspy sound escapes his throat when he starts pushing your head down his dick, making you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat and keeps you held there making it hard to breath, he enjoys it.

the way your hands hold onto his thighs and how you look up at him with teary eyes, your cheeks red and the sloppy sounds his cock makes as he fucks your mouth slowly but harshly makes him feel his ego grow at each helpless moan you let out.

"think i'll shut you up by fucking your throat more often," he says, voice completely low and hoarse now that he controls the movements of your head and sets the pace on his own, getting off with the way you look with your chin full of your drool and his precum, a few tear trails now painting your cheeks.

it's right then when he pulls you away from his dick, stroking himself needily as he looks at you with a wide grin that lets you know what he wants to; you sit on your knees and your eyes follow the movements of his hand around himself and you can't seem to notice when you start to bounce a little in expectation.

"just look at you, how eager you look, ma" he mumbles, his voice struggled between sighs and growls as his hand moves fast when he is about to reach his climax "bouncing like a pretty bunny... open your mouth, love."

the way he speaks and the sinful scene mixed with the sweet pet names he calls you makes everything better. as soon as you part your lips, tongue sticking out jason moves a bit closer and places the tip of his cock over your tongue and a few second later his load is being spilled inside your mouth, a little of it staining your chin when he pulls away panting.

jason is unable to take his gaze away from you as you swallow what you just got and the tension builds up again on his body just with the sight of it, he tries to hold it back and cleans your chin with his thumb in a sweet caress then moving to search for something he could use to clean himself and also you but stops as soon as you take his hand and suck his digit clean.

"what? haven't you been taught not to waste?" you ask him teasingly and his control vanishes completely at your words.

"fucking hell, you're gonna have to come here because there's no way i'll be letting you go right now"

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pablitogavii · 8 months

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Makeup Shopping Dates

Cute little idea :))

"I don't know which color is better!" you said once again looking at the various lipstick shades all over Sephora while your poor boyfriend followed after you like a lost puppy trying to go home already.

"You know that I always vote for red amor" he says going behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder and you smile moving a little to kiss his cheek.

"Hmm but which shade of red amor??" you ask showing his all the options but they all look the same to the poor boy.

"I have an idea..can I see your hand amor?" you say turning around and he looked confused sad that he was no longer holding you.

"Why do you need my hand preciosa?" he asked with his bushy eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I already did swatches on mine and I need you to help me choose the perfect shade" you explain but his face only became more confused until you grabbed his veiny hand and tried one of the lipstick on his tan skin.

"Ah now I see! I like that one!" he says looking at the stain on his own hand but you were already grabbing a few others to try on and compare. Pablo was watching you in amusement while you tried them on his skin playfully.

"So what do you think amor?" you say and you were both looking at his arm filled with all different shades of red lipstick.

"That I should really wash my hand?" he answered cheekily and you hit his shoulder for acting all smart with you.

"Be serious Pablo! It's the dinner with your parents and I need a perfect red!" you whine and he rolls his eyes nodding his head and inspecting them all seriously this time.

"I think this one matched the dress I got for you last Valentine's Day?" he says and you nod thinking of how excited you were to wear it for Pablo after opening the fancy looking box. You still couldn't believe your boy was spoiling you so much!

"That one it is then! Thank you cariño!" you kiss his lips forgetting that you had some red lipstick on making his mouth on top of his hand completely red now.

"Can I help you with anything else?" the cashier asked and you shook your head opening your bag to look for your walled but Pablo pulled you close to him with one hand while giving his credit card with the swatched one making the cashier chuckle.

"You're a good boyfriend!" cashier said winking at you and you giggled nodding your head and resting your head on Pablo's chest before you walked out of the store hand in hand.

"Omg GAVI Y/N!" some fans found you and begged for photos which of course you obliged before finally being able to leave back home.

A few hours later

"AMOR! VENGA!" Pablo yelled and you rushed thinking he fell or something but he was pushing his phone screen into your face.

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Spotted @pablogavi letting his girlfriend swatch lipsticks on his hand! Que fofos! 🥰🥰🥰

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"I think it's cute amorcito! And everyone's saying just what I was thinking..how you're the best boyfriend en todo el mundo!" you sat on his lap snaking your arm around his broad shoulders and kissing his lips passionately.

"Mmm I think the best boyfriend en todo el mundo deserves a reward for being so good..huh?" he smirked and you giggled while you carried you bridal style back into your shared bedroom ;))

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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Ok but like I saw your post about wanting more asks about Eddie nsfw scenarios and then I saw you were willing to write for sub! Eddie and I was like😳

Okay but like imagine Eddie just being overstimulated as you ride him. He just looks so out of it and a little in pain, but as you go to get off him he just keeps asking for more. My man is Pussy DRUNK😫 so you just give him what he wants while calling him your sweet prince or good boy.

And like the heat of the moment he just calls you mommy by accident but it’s like HOT- JJSNSBSBSBS UGH JUST MANY THOUGHTS ON BRAIN PLS HEAD FULL OF EDDIE-😖

Oh LORD this ask got me wildin', hold on folks this is gonna be SPOICY: this shit goes out to all my dommes that wanted to fold Munson like a birthday card the second they saw him.

Speak Up (Sub!Eddie x Fem!Reader NSFW)

Summary: You like pushing Eddie to his limits. Coincidentally, he happens to really fucking like being pushed there.

Content: Dom/Sub play, orgasm denial, overstimulation, Eddie pussydrunk hours, derogatory language, mommy kink

Word count: 2.9k

You were... kinda relentless. But by god, was he into it. The drive-in movie was supposed to be a cute date, a quiet evening spent cuddling in his van under a scratchy, smokey blanket and generally just allowing the both of you to act like the world's most cute and cliche couple.

But you were bored. And you could hear his breathing, feel his heartbeat on his warm skin as you leaned against him. So of course the black-and-white slasher projected up on the parking lot billboard took a backseat to you slowly, idly trailing featherlight fingertips up and down Eddie’s thighs, ghosting just barely under the hem of his shirt to feel his soft abdomen.

Soft, Teasing. For hours. And every time he hummed or shifted or adjusted, subtly asking for more, you pulled away as punishment. Leaving him breathing unevenly, staring at the rolling movie credits with his cock pressed hard and painful against the metal zipper of his pants.

You gave him a look. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

You'd never seen him drive back to his house so quickly, so recklessly. Your nails dragged softly across the denim of his crotch as he screamed down the backroads: his jaw was tight, knowing saying anything meant those fingers flitting away. Poor baby.

And then you spilled into the night, tumbling out of the van, Eddie all over you, sloppy hot and enthusiastic mouth roving your neck and jawline affectionately while you fumbled with the door keys and pulled both of you into the trailer. Attached at the mouths as you bumbled your way down the hallway and into his room.

"Please, please, c'mon." Eddie was already saying. Begging, equal parts aroused and fearful. It had been a few weeks since you'd actually let him cum, after all. The poor man was walking on eggshells, the slightest breeze giving him a half-chub.

It had been fun. Pulling him into the public park bathrooms and putting your lips around his cock, getting him just to the peak and leaving him dry, zipping him back up and making him drop his head onto your shoulder with a pitiful, desperate whine. Letting him rut against your thigh on the bed while you read, the friction enough to feel good, desperately so, but not enough to get him there.

"Behave." You nipped at his lower lip and put two hands on his broad chest, giving him a curt shove that sent him falling ass-backwards onto his messy mattress. You saw the resulting dizzy, toothy smile that followed: he ate this shit up, every time. Getting tossed around, getting felt up. God, the guy fucking thrived on the attention.

How you were ever lucky enough to find someone like him, you'd never know.

You popped a cassette in the player, letting Misfits music rocket through the room. Eddie just looked up at you from his thrown position on the bed, all sprawled limbs and open hope on his oval face, too desperate to even contest your personal taste in music he normally disparaged.

“You gonna be good?” You asked him, shucking off your jacket, getting up onto the bed between his knees. Hands wrestling with your pants, yanking them down. He nodded, wild mane bobbing. “Gonna do everything I tell you?” Even more enthusiastic nodding.

“Yeah- shit, yeah, I am. I swear.” He couldn’t get the words out fast enough when you rolled your shirt off yourself.

“We’ll see.” You lurched forward, crawling over him, forcing his back even harder against the mattress, until your core was over his hot, kiss-bruised mouth. His pupils blew wide at the sight, entranced. Long, strong fingers twitched at his sides. Waiting to be told what to do.

“Go on. Eat up.”

“Jesus. Jesus. Okay.” He got out, tongue wetting his lips. Shaky fingers pulled your underwear to the side, and then one of his hands was curling around your thigh and bringing you down against that mouth, against the fluid heat and agile tongue that warmed you with gusto. He licked and sucked and nibbled, flicking expertly against your clit and running the flat of of the dexterous muscle down your slit.

He felt like sin. So enthusiastic, so greedy to taste you, to feel your weight around his head. You grabbed a handful of his wild hair with a sigh, rocking your hips against his mouth. He groaned into your folds and simply took it, moving in tandem with you even as you ground your clit against his nose and slicked up his chin and cheeks with arousal.

“Fuck, Eddie, good boy. Good fuckin’ boy.” You huffed. “Finally putting that smart-ass mouth to good use.”

Eddie slurped at you as best he could with your weight bearing down on him, hazily content to let you use him. Gazing, dazed, up at you, chocolate-black eyes glassy with dumbed contentment.

“You going brainless, baby?” You cooed, heat coiling dangerously tight in your gut at the sight. “Love tasting my pussy that much?”

He hummed out an affirmative mmmmmm, long and low, fingers resettling around your thighs as you rocked against him. Use me, his half-lidded eyes said, use me like a toy. It really was a pity his mouth was preoccupied: you knew he’d be saying all sorts of stupid, pussydrunk things right now if it wasn’t.

“Love this mouth, baby boy. Love it.” Fuck, you were close. Really, really close. You put both hands on his head, tensing your thighs, using your muscles to ride his saliva-sloppy lips and grind down onto his tongue. “Gonna cum on it. You want that?”

Another mmm, Eddie kneading your thighs hopefully, encouragingly. His rings glittered in the low lamplight.

“Good, fuuuuck- fuck.” Your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, making you clench down around his head. Eddie held his breath, let himself be smothered as you spilled wetness all over him: dribbling down his pale, flushed skin, into his mussed hair.

When you finally lifted up off him him shakily, he took a ragged, heavy inhale. Catching his breath even while a stupid, ditzy smile threatened to split his wet face in two. “Shit.” Was the only word he could summon up.

Like you nearly asphyxiating him had been the best high he’d ever ridden.

Seeing him there, thoughtless and mindless and shiny with your arousal, it fucking did shit to you. This beautiful man rendered brainless from your cunt. “Clothes. Off.” You ground out, hungry and sweaty and wanting more than fucking anything to get that sweet little swollen cock inside of you.

He writhed messily, tangling himself up wildly and kicking off his pants, wrestling with his shirt like it was a public enemy number one before getting to his knees to wriggle out of his underwear. His cock bobbed in the air, weeping and dark.

“Oh, baby.” You breathed. He was so swollen, so cherry-bright, it looked like it hurt. “Fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Eddie let out a shaky, nervous laugh. “Maybe a little.”

You leaned into his personal space, staring down at his cock. “Give yourself a pump for me, sweetheart.”

Eddie wrapped a veined, lithe hand around his own dick, hissing through his teeth when his grip traveled the length: from the crying head to the base nestled in wirey curls, and back up again. Starting to travel back down.

“I said a pump.” You warned. He whined brokenly.

“C’mon. Please. Please? Just one more.” He cajoled, voice wobbling. So close to an orgasm he could probably taste it, after waiting for so long. After being so good for you. It probably wouldn’t take very much to make him fly over the edge into oblivion.

“Aww, poor baby.” You cooed. Talking down to him like a child, pulling strands of his sweaty hair away from his face. “Got nothing on your mind but your dick, huh? Can’t think about anything other than how good it feels?” You paused. “Fuck your fist, baby boy. Slow. Real slow.”

“Shit. shit.” He said again and again, complying. Braced with one hand on the mattress, hunched over himself, rolling his hips up into his dry grip. Gasping sharply when the head of his sensitive cock rolled over the warm, smooth metal of his rings.

“Feel good?”

He licked his lips. “Yeah. Really fucking good.” He shivered when you ghosted hands over his shoulders, his back, watching him pump himself. Pressing occasional soft kisses to his shoulder, his sweat-tacky neck.

It only took him a minute to press his lips tight, fighting his hazy pleasure, before speaking up. “Gonna cum, angel. Really soon.”

“Don’t.”

He whined lowly, but didn’t stop fisting his cock.

“Eddie, hands off your dick.”

He let go just before he spilled over, groaning in abject frustration, guttural and low. Gripping handfuls of the sheets while his purple-red cock twitched hopefully, seeking sensation.

“Close one?” You chuckled. He just hung his head, curtain of dark hair obscuring his face. You paused. “Color, baby?”

“Green.” He said quickly. “Green, so green, just... fuck. Really close one.”

“Good job stopping yourself, then. Would’ve been a one-way ticket to a dry month.”

Just the hint of such a cruel punishment had him huffing and flushing. He lifted his sweaty head. Shit, you were so fucking weak for this big doe eyes, those plush lips, the fine dusting of stubble on his jaw.

“Okay.” You tousled his hair. “Okay, honey. You’ve been so good for me. Lay back.”

Eddie looked like he could cry in relief at your words, letting you guide him onto his back, head nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. The dusting of brown hair across his soft, muscular navel made a direct, tantalizing pathway down to his desperate cock. A dribble of milky precum dripped down its veiny side.

When you swiped it away he jumped, head thumping against the mattress. “Christ. You’re torturing me.”

You grinned. “Kind of the point, baby boy. Good thing you love it so much.”

He brought his own hands to his head, exhaling hard when you rolled the shiny condom down his length. When you gave his cock a few soft tap taps with the flat of your palm, just shy of painful, his abdominal muscle curled and he groaned helplessly.

“See?” You crooned. “Desperate. Stupid, desperate boy. Going so fucking brainless the second I touch your cock.”

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, voice absolutely wrecked with arousal.

When you finally sank down on him he looked fucking possessed, back arching and hips stuttering underneath you, face crewing up in incredible pleasure.

“Shitfuck, angel-” He was gasping as you started to furiously fuck him, hips swiveling relentlessly, cruelly. So fast you knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it. “S-slow down, please, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t cum.” He throbbed inside of you, piercing and burning-hot and perfect, and you knew you were setting him up for failure. He knew it too. You slam slam slammed down onto his narrow hips, the wet sloppy sound of your pussy sheathed around his cock lewd and loud as all hell. “Don’t cum, baby boy.”

He was scrabbling at your legs now, blunt nails hard and terrified, like if he squirmed enough he could evade the tidal wave of pleasure you could see building, spring-coiled, in his form. Terror on his flushed face.

“I can’t, I- I can’t-” He gasped out.

And then Eddie was cumming, cummung for the first time in ages, looking like someone was performing a goddamn exorcism on him, hips thrusting so hard up into you he nearly bucked you off. His eyes practically rolling into the back of his head, pants and groans going completely mute, choked by the orgasm you could only imagine was basically erasing his brain.

You paused on top of him, feeling his cock pulse pulse pulse inside of you, watching his soft, pale chest rise and fall rapidly under your splayed fingers. His eyes were wide, shocked, mouth falling open as he tried to steady his breathing. Trying to recalibrate his systems.

You gave him exactly fifteen seconds. And then you were back to it, starting to slowly, agonizingly slowly roll your hips on his soft cock. Chasing the phantom sensations of pleasure it shot through you, feeling his soft, warm head rutting against that perfect spot that made your legs turn to jelly.

“Oh god, ah, shitshitshit-” Eddie was back to babbling dumbly but this time it was desperate, overwhelmed and oversensitive, almost agonized. He dug his nails into your legs, teeth clenched and bared, eyes squeezed shut.

It must have been torture, the overwhelming sensation of your gummy, soft, gushing pussy clamping around his exhausted cock. You didn’t stop, continuing to softly roll over him, his length slipping in and out of your heat uselessly.

“Aww. Did you think we were done?” You crooned.

“Fuck, it feels- christ, please, it’s so much-” Eddie sounded like he was in genuine distress.

All at once you stopped, stomach dropping. “Too much.” You realized.

He looked like a kicked puppy at your words. “No. No!” Eddie panted out quickly. “No. Keep...keep going.” He paused to swallow, hard. Eyes skating away from yours in shame. “I like it.”

“Oh.” You replied softly. Low heat in your stomach rising, rising, rising until it was a fucking inferno. “Oh baby boy.” You growled.

All at once you were back to bouncing on him, watching is muscles contract involuntarily at the overstimulation. Watching him shuddering and shaking and biting down so fucking hard on his lower lip to keep himself quiet. Letting you wreck him. Letting you ruin him. Offering himself up to you.

“Such a good fucking boy for me, fuck.” You snarled. You dragged fingernails down his chest, hard: Eddie gasped. You pistoned against him, relentless, grabbing his wrists and tugging them. Making him feel owned. “Willing to do anything to get a little more of my pussy, huh? You love it that much? You that brainless for it?”

All he managed to do was bob his head, letting out a pathetic moan, still shaking. It must have hurt, must feel so good, pleasure and pain in equal portions. He was starting to get hard inside you again.

“Say it.” You were incensed, obsessed with that broken, useless, sweaty expression on his sweet face. “Say you love it, baby boy.”

“Fuck, mommy-” He whined out. Eddie’s eyes snapped open. He shut his mouth with a clack of teeth against teeth.

...What? Your domineering hip-rolls slowed. Were you hallucinating? Did he just...?

“Sorry.” Eddie sounded mortified. “Shit, uh. Sorry. Sorry.”

Oh, this guy is all sorts of freaky. Fuck. I love it.

“How long have you wanted to call me that?” You murmured to him. Punctuating your question with a long, forceful roll that pushed him into your wet pussy until his arousal-soaked curls pressed against your clit.

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times, wrists still clutched tight in your hands.

“...Do you like mommy fucking you?”

He reacted visibly, stiffening under you. Cock twitching from where it was trapped in your wet heat.

Another button to press. This was... perfect. So perfect. How was he real? How was he so wonderful? “Because mommy loves this cock.” You started up the brutal pace again, and shit, your own orgasm was way closer than you expected. “This is mommy’s cock. Her baby boy’s so good for her, isn’t he? So hungry for her pussy, so hungry to be fucked.”

“Shit, angel, shit-” Eddie was back to his usual talkative self, face beet-red, “k-keep talking like that, jesus, please-”

“I want you to cum for mommy.” You growled. He was so hot inside you, so perfect, scraping your spongey-soft walls, flickering pleasure lighting you up from the inside. “Can you do that, baby boy? Can you cum for mommy?”

You managed exactly ten more brutal strokes before his awed, pleasure-drunk face made you race over the edge, orgasm hitting you so hard you choked on your own words. You barely felt Eddie follow you over, hands in your grip curling around your own wrists. Holding one another like lifelines.

You collapsed onto him, panting like a marathon runner. Sweaty skin against sweaty skin, his cock soft and extra-spent inside you.

It was silent for a long time, save for the thrashing drums and wild guitar: the music felt faint, compared to the blood roaring in your ears. Eddie was hot under you. A comforting slab of skin and muscle.

God, he was so good for you. So good.

With exhausted limbs you hauled yourself off him, peppering his panting face with kisses. Spitting some of his hairs out of you mouth with a soft pah and making him weakly chuckle.

“You okay, hon?” You asked him eventually, a hand softly pressed to his bare, tattooed chest.

“...I think my, uh, legs might not work anymore, angel. But other than that?” He cracked a sweaty, disbelieving grin. Like he was the lucky one, not you. “I’m fuckin’ great.”

You pressed your forehead to his, warmth and affection making you feel like you were queen of the goddamn world. “Love you.” You murmured.

“Love you too, angel.”

“Ah-ah.” You chided. When he raised his eyebrows in confusion, you smiled smugly. “It’s mommy, now.”

He groaned and laughed defeatedly. “Oh, man. You’re not gonna let that go, huh?”

“Never.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #minors dont look #my writing

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abbyreedus · 2 months

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Save a Prayer

Sonny x Prostitute! Fem reader

Synopsis: You’re a prostitute at a brothel when a sexy biker drops by for some fun. This was inspired by the EODM’s cover of Save a Prayer, and my desire to let this man do whatever he wants to me.

Word count: 1.8k

No description of reader besides being fem. The picture is just for aesthetic purposes.

Additionally, this is my interpretation of how a brothel in the 60’s might work. It is definitely inaccurate. Please don’t look to me for education purposes lol. This is also my interpretation of Sonny. I briefly researched the real Sonny and watched the Bikeriders trailers like 7 times for reference.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+, porn with little plot, unprotected p in v (DON’T DO THIS), reader is a prostitute (DON’T DO THIS EITHER), dom! Sonny, implied age gap (no ages mentioned), mentions of alcohol and drug use, oral m! receiving, facefucking, doggy style sex, spanking, mirror sex, objectification, degradation and humiliation via dirty talk, bodily fluids, I’m sure there are more I missed. It’s just filthy y’all.😳 Don’t read if you aren’t comfortable!

It was another bustling night at the Madam Eve’s Whorehouse, and it became overly crowded when a noisy group of bikers rolled in. You watched the large group from your spot on the velvet couch, looking for potential customers. Despite the crowds, you hadn’t had much action today. The men seemingly only wanted to flirt and browse, but this raucous group might change that.

You noticed Sonny first. He was two sheets to the wind already and probably strung out on God knows what else. He was stumbling over his feet and words, flirting with any woman who breathed in his vincinity. He made his way into the room, and everyone seemed to follow him. He must be the leader of this biker group. You watched him as his eyes traveled the bodies of the scantily clad prostitutes on the various couches that littered the room. He eye-fucked each of them, his bleary eyes wandering from woman to woman until he landed on you. He checked out your body first and stopped at your face. He nodded with a lazy smirk and began making his way across the room to where you sat waiting.

“Hey there beautiful. Name’s Sonny. This seat taken?” Sonny said gesturing to the spot in between you and another girl. His hair and beard were disheveled, but you could tell beneath it all that he was a very attractive man. Sonny had stunning blue eyes and high cheekbones. He didn’t have the best teeth and his breath reeked of whiskey, but this intrigued you. His decked-out leather jacket did little to distract you from his broad shoulders and solid arms beneath it. Confidence radiated off him, and his presence dominated the room. You couldn’t help but feel special that out of all the girls there, he picked you. He didn’t wait for your answer as he sank into the couch, putting an arm around you.

“You come here often, Handsome?” you mused. “I think I would have remembered you.”

“Nah, I just blew into town.” The glint in his eyes told you that he wasn’t in town for anything good, or legal for that matter. Ugh, those gorgeous eyes. They were fucking mesmerizing. He was going to be so much fun.

You gave him your best sultry look and ran your hand up his thigh, practically begging him to fuck you.

“You think you can handle me, Darlin’?” he teased. Sonny’s sexual energy was so infectious. His words were making you weak. You usually weren’t into your clients, but he was different.

Moving your hand from his thigh to his already half-hard erection you said, “I’d love to find out.”

He groaned at this, looking at you through heavy eyelids. You swung a leg over him to straddle him, accepting his look as an invitation, and began grinding your barely-clothed pussy against his growing erection. You let yourself get lost in his eyes as you as rubbed up against him. Both his and your breathing were getting heavy when the other prostitute beside you clapped you on the shoulder and playfully said, “Get a room!”

You both stumbled to an open bedroom, so eager for each other’s bodies. The rooms here were nice. They were equipped with two king size beds, and the walls were lined with full size mirrors. Typically, you’d ask clients what all they paid for before beginning a session, but you didn’t want to stop the bedroom talk for money talk.

Sonny stood admiring the room as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Fuck yeah”, he slurred as he began trying to get his pants off. You giggled as he fumbled with his belt, and reached out to help. When you finally got his pants off, you couldn’t help but stare at the absolutely massive cock in front of you. You weren’t used to well-endowed men paying for your services. Most men soliciting prostitutes were doing it because they were ashamed of their bodies. Sonny had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Your cock is huge. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” you said looking up at him through your lashes.

Without another word, he grabbed the back of your head and forced your mouth onto his dick. He was gentle, but firm in a way that had you absolutely dripping wet. He moved your head back and forth, letting you take your time sucking the tip. His sexy moans and grunts filled the room, and he never took his eyes off you. He slowly began pushing you farther down his length. He was well into your throat now, and you were trying your hardest not to gag, when he suddenly thrust farther without warning. Your throat contracted around his cock, eliciting more moans from the beautiful man above you. You tried your hardest to maintain eye contact as he continued fucking your throat. By this point tears were streaming down your face, and the gagging was giving way to almost puking. Sonny all the while sang you praises.

“That’s a good girl. Choke on this cock you sexy whore.”

When he finally pulled you off his dick, you collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

He let out a low chuckle. “I hope you’re not giving out just yet. I’m paying for all of you.”

You smiled and wiped tears and spit off your face. You were nowhere near done with him. You also wanted all of him.

“Of course I’m not done.” you said in between breaths. “Why don’t you take that jacket off, and let me see your strong body?”

He chuckled again at you and began removing his top layers. You had to stifle a whimper at the sight of his torso. His biceps were huge and beautifully tanned, his shoulders were extremely well built, and he had some sexily dark tattoos. You could see a heart on his chest, along with some indiscernible names scrawled across his upper chest and arm, a demon on his upper arm, and as if on cue, he turned, showing you his powerful back muscles and two large demon-like tattoos. It was hard not to drool.

He turned back and smirked at your reaction. “Like what you see?”

That was the understatement of the century.

You nodded and clambered onto the bed. “How do you want me?”

“From behind.” he growled, as he made his way onto the bed with you. “Your ass was made for doggy and your face for missionary, but this funhouse fuckin’ room let’s me have both.”

You watched in the mirror as he came up behind you and began trying to remove your lingerie. He didn’t waste any time fumbling with the straps and instead started tearing it from your body. Sonny left you just in your heels and stockings before him as he ripped your thong in one final tug. The mirror granted you the perfect view of him behind you as you arched your back for him. At this, he threw his head back and made the sign of the cross.

“Goddamn you’re such a perfect little slut for me.”

Sonny’s large hands caressed your hips and waist as he sat back on his knees looking into the mirror, admiring his little plaything for the night, until one of his hands found a fist-full of your hair. You moaned in anticipation for what was about to come.

“Love these fuckin’ mirrors... Such a pretty face.” he slurred as he began lining himself up with your slick entrance.

You moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you. The stretch was somehow both painful and pleasurable. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you. Your pussy was absolutely bursting at the seams.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled as he began to rock his hips. “You ever had a cock so big, Honey?”

“No, baby. So big.” you whimpered into the mattress.

You yelped in pain and surprise when his palm suddenly connected with the flesh of your ass cheek.

“No sir.” he corrected.

“No sir.”

Your pussy had become so wet that with each thrust, it let out an obscene squelching sound.

“You like that?”

“Yes sir.” you moaned, as he landed another blow.

He pulled your head up by your hair, so you had to watch him fuck you senseless. You could hardly recognize the woman in the mirror. Your makeup was running down your cheeks, and you looked an absolute mess. Your ass jiggled each time his hips snapped into yours’. He was tearing you apart, and you were loving it. With each hard thrust, your orgasm was building deep in your stomach.

“That’s right, Baby.” Sonny said, slapping your ass again. “I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

Your head had almost found it’s way to the mattress, when he pulled your head back up by your hair again.

“No. Watch me destroy you.” Sonny growled. “God, you look so pathetic.”

At this, you lost all control. Your pussy spasmed around his cock, and you screamed so loud everyone in the building probably heard.

“Oh, FUCK.” he gasped as he pulled out and spilled his load all over your ass and back. When he was finished, he gave your ass one more hard spank and fell back into the bed.

You laid there for a while in the most compromising position, while he caught his breath.

“Towels,” he mumbled and began riffling through the bedside table. Sonny found one, cleaned himself up, and tossed it onto your messy back. You cleaned yourself up, while he sat back and lit a cigarette. When you were finished, you fell to the bed beside him and just gazed at him in adoration. His eyes were heavy, and he smiled over at you.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you with me?” he asked.

Suddenly overcome from all the emotions, you started to cry. Big, deep sobs from within you racked your naked body. No one had ever fucked you so good, then offered to save you from this life of selling your body for money. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you were so overcome with endorphins that he might as well have been your soulmate. He cocked an eye at you, and you quickly asssured him that you were okay.

“I would love to come with you. I don’t know who you are, but I know that I never want to leave your side.” you said wiping your tears.

“I guess you didn’t read the back of my jacket, did you? I’m Sonny Barger, leader of the Hells Angels.”

“I’ll be your Angel forever, Sonny Barger.”

“Good. I wasn’t taking no for an answer.” he said as he took another drag from his cigarette.

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Omg guys I’m so excited to share my first ever smutty fanfic. It would mean the world to me if you’d like, comment, and reblog for other Sonny lovers to read. I’m tagging everyone who expressed interest in reading new Sonny fics:

@lazyneonrabbitt @darylsgarden @dilfsandmartinis @r0reep @charlottewatkinsblog

#norman reedus #the bikeriders #the walking dead #funny sonny #daryl dixon #Sonny x reader #Spotify #fan fiction #bike riders #smut #daryl dixon smut #save a prayer

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burntb4bydoll · 11 months

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SIZE KINK WITH GEORG, SIZE KINK WITH GEORG, SIZE KINK WITG GEORG, SIZE KINK WITG GEORG, SIZE KINK WITH GEORG, SIZE KINK WITH GEORG

KSNDNWJWLAKEENW YESYESYESSYESHEHEHSH

Georg Listing x fem!reader

Warnings: major size kink duhh, a little choking, possessive Georg..😳🤭

The air in the room felt heavy as you watched Georg storm into the room over your shoulder. Confusion clouded your mind at his actions, had you done something wrong? From what you remember, you hadn’t done anything to piss him off. Up until you guys went out to the gas station to get some drinks, he had been in a perfectly normal mood. You turned your head back around and continued to lay on your shared bed, casually reading your book. After a minute or two you feel him grab onto your ankles and pull you down to the foot of the bed.

“Georg?! What are you doing?” You yelped, your book falling off the edge of the bed after you accidentally let go of it. His hips rest up against your ass and he leans down to lay his chest across your back. Your body was engulfed underneath his larger body. His hand comes up to gently grab you by the throat, squeezing the sides lightly.

“You look so cute today, so fucking cute.” You tilt your head to the side to look at him, and theres an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thank you… whats wrong? You’re acting weird..” he bites the inside of his cheek before leaning even closer to your face,

“That guy at the gas station seemed to think you were cute too, judging by the way he was eyefucking you. Did you not notice him flirting with you?” It suddenly clicked in your mind, Georg was jealous. Its rare that he gets jealous so you were definitely gonna take advantage of this.

“Oh, I didn’t notice..was too busy looking at you.” You knew exactly what he wanted to hear from you and you were gonna give it to him. He chuckled a little and stood back up, removing his hand from around your throat but leaving his hips resting on your backside.

“Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you. My good girl.” His hands massaged your clothed butt and trailed up to the waistband of your shorts. “Can I take these off, baby?” You gave him a nod and a hum of approval. Once he got your shorts off he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Oh? What a filthy girl. You were waiting for me to fuck your cute little cunt huh?” His fingers dove into your wetness and you gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“Mhm, wanted you all day..” your voice comes out hushed and he smiles at your reactions. His fingers push deeper into you, stretching you out even more. He had such big hands, they always left you fucked out and wanting more.

“Yeah I can tell. Your tiny cunts just sucking my fingers in. So wet too.” Hes mostly just talking to himself, observing your body and its reactions. Georg leans down and pulls your shirt over your head, then kisses down your spine. “God you look so small laying under me. You look so helpless and adorable.” Your walls clench around his fingers after hearing his voice, it always got deeper when he fucked you.

“Georg, I wanna look at you. Please?” He pulls his fingers out of you and sucks them clean, groaning at the taste. Your pleading was answered when he flipped your body onto your back easily. You arms instinctively wrap around his neck and you sit up a little to observe how he looks. His shoulders were so broad and his biceps were being restrained by his shirt. He noticed you staring and smirked.

“Whatcha looking at?” You knew he was just teasing but you wanted to boost his ego just a little more.

“You just look so good, Georg. You look so big…so strong.” Everyone knew that he loved the way his muscles looked, even if he never said it out loud. He lets out a grunt at your sweet words and pulls away from your body. You whine, missing his weight against you, but soon realize he only pulled away to undress himself quickly. Stepping back towards you, he uses one of his hands to push open your legs, and immediately starts to push into you. You whimper and try to push his hips away, not prepared to take him yet.

“Its ok, you can take it. Just relax.” You breathe heavily as he continues to push into you body, feeling your walls try to open up more to fit him inside. He caresses your cheek soothingly with his hand then cups your face, almost covering you mouth and nose due to his large palm. Once he fully enters you, he stays still for a moment, making you whine loudly. “Shh, I know baby. You’re just so tiny, gotta stretch you out for a second.”

“Georg.. feel you so deep. Feel so full…” you quiet mumbling quickly turned into loud moaning when he starts moving his hips to thrust in and out of you. He groans at your bodys tight grip on his dick and fucks you faster.

“God you’re squeezing me so tight. Your such a good girl, my good girl. Mine.” Obviously he’s still hung up on that random dude flirting with you and it makes you heart flutter. You run your hands through his hair and tug on it lightly to tear his gaze away from where your body’s are connected. Once his eyes meet yours, you lean forward to capture his lips in a loving kiss. He hums at your gentle touch, smiling into the sweet kiss you were giving him.

“I love you, Georg. Im all yours. I’ll always be yours.” His eyes close and he lets out a breathy whimper at your words. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. His hips pick up their pace and his hand moves to quickly play with your clit. Neither of you have to strength to keep yourselves quiet anymore, so the room fills with loud moaning and gasping. He can tell that you’re getting close and he knows he’s not gonna last much longer either.

“Come on baby, cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze me tighter, cmon.” His words send you over the edge and your body starts to shake as he continues to roughly slam into you. His moaning only gets louder as you feel him pull out and cum all over your cunt. Your head falls down onto the soft mattress, and you can feel sweat covering your body. He pushes his hair away from his face and laughs a little.

“Whats so funny?”

“You just look so fucked out right now.”

#georg listing x reader #georg listing smut #georg listing #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz smut

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weebsinstash · 2 months

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could we get some valentino x male reader pls?

Bruh I've been actually on Valentino x male/intersex male Reader so hard lately (and I don't mention intersex for like fetish reasons but. I don't know what having a dick feels like and sometimes I'm like "well what if boy but. Vagine" and, shut up its my gender expression power fantasy, maybe I wanna have muscles and broad shoulders, leave me alone 💀)

Right off the top of my head, I've had ideas recently for:

-boy band lead vocalist! male Reader! Just. Ok. Imagine Reader and Angel having kind of a beef with each other and at some point it becomes a sort of "oh yeah, well I can XYZ better than you" kind of competition amd Angel says some shit like "you wouldn't know what it takes to come out here and strut for a bunch of perverts who look at you like you're a piece of meat" and you just hit him with some shit like "bitch I LITERALLY sucked FIVE DICKS so I could headline for the Superbowl, you fucking LOSER, you dont know ACTUAL music, i was AN ARTIST" and you start belting out something sexy with a choreographed dance that is clearly professional level skill

-male Reader with a little sister and you protect her from Valentino by offering to take her place. You've never sucked a single dick in your life and hell you might not even be gay but Valentino has your baby sister's life in his hands and, you've got to protect HER if not yourself

- ughhhhhh I'm probably gonna make this it's own post too but I've been ON my "unwilling red string soulmate" personal indulgence lately and. Just. Valentino who sees his red string appear and OBVIOUSLY he's gotta RUN to find his boo and he finds you and immediately thinks you're the most precious adorable sexy little thing, BUT. You just. Look straight at him and how HUGE he is and reply "i-im not... actually into men 😳" which is a LIE of course and, here's Valentino thinking, AW, his poor little baby gay! You've never had a boyfriend or gone to any clubs? TRAGIC! But also perfect because he is just TICKLED watching you get flustered beyond belief! So cute!

-I feel like. He would try and give you boners on purpose and think it's the cutest most erotic thing. He's got you sitting next to him and you're filled with liquor and he starts REALLY laying on the flirting, maybe even... places his palm on your upper thigh and BOOM. Hard as a rock and you can't even hide it because he makes you wear tight pants all the time. He's just over there, "what's going on amorcito? :3c you feeling a little hot under the collar?" as if he didn't just spend like 15 minutes talking about how he'd love to get you on your back and touch EVERY INCH of you, how he'd love to TASTE you--

-this is gender neutral but, convinced he eventually forces you to do some of those sexy pin-ups with him and one day you're walking around Vee Tower and he just has that shit HANGING UP. Poster You is just braced against his chest looking at the camera all demure and vulnerable while he's like. Got his guns out looking all tough like "mess with my pookie and you're through" and of course he makes you do. Sexy ones. Matching lingerie?

-I think of forced feminization with a male Reader sometimes actually. Like you wear boxy unflattering shit on purpose and one day Vals just like "you've got a small waist for a guy" and is checking you over. It starts off small. He starts wanting to style you. Then he wants you to update your skincare routine. Which is all fine right? But then he starts pushing his personal tastes. You've got such nice muscular thighs... which is why you would look so nice in some fishnets. He'd love to see your cute little butt in a thong while you cover your dick with your hands in MAJOR EMBARRASSMENT. You've got such pretty eyes; can Daddy put some mascara on you?

Valentino straight up punishing you by dressing you in full lingerie, your ass is in garters, heels, full glam makeup, and forcing you to pose for some cell phone pics

-still over here just mentally 🤌🤌🤌 at the idea of Valentino taking male Reader out with him and Angel and you've got matching outfits. You and Angel are in little skimpy, color matching fits while he's in a suit and gold chain, something that makes him feel powerful while he shows off his favorite toys

-I rllllly like the idea of like, a male Reader who is a honeypot assassin. You can be extremely charismatic and charming and seductive but it's all a front; you're an S tier actor and you take your targets down when they least expect it. The Vees are all at the club and some upstart wannabe new Overlord decides to attack and you just JOHN WICK THAT SHIT. Picture the Vees just sitting there, everything is peaceful, suddenly, in a flash, you move your serving tray in front of Valentino just in time to block a bullet. All three Vees are like wtf? How did you even know? What's going on? You proceed to totally wreck shit improvising weapons as the attacker and his goons charge forth and you even wind up grabbing a whip from a nearby dancer and using it as a WEAPON WEAPON and that shit looks like it HURTS. You're out here "Michelle Pfeiffer taking out 5 mannequin heads in one take"ing that shit. You're cutting people IN HALF (because having hell powers is cool leave me alone)

-i like the idea of male Reader who was a professional male model and a bit of a tailor himself, like a real kind of posh art student kind of type. You're with Valentino and Velvette notices how impeccably you're dressed and asks you where you bought it, you just, not so humbly brush yourself off. "Oh no, I made this myself. Nothing down here really fit my tastes" and suddenly you're like, custom designing wardrobes for ALL the Vees

Honestly just "Reader in XYZ Profession is exploited by Val/the Vees for their skills" is an idea I've had a lot. You have a hobby in baking so they always want food from you. You used to cook drugs so they make you work for them. You're a polyglot so youre taken along on business meetings to make sure none of the Vees business partners are planning shit in front of them. Like. Imagine just being the bitch who sits in the corner of the meeting room and shoots project/product ideas at them and it's like ACTUALLY successful and they're totally receptive and like you. You're just "Hey Valentino, what if you and Velvette did a collab on a waterproof mascara where you shot a porno in one continuous take so you can show the actor putting on the mascara, setting it down on the vanity, and then they start choking on a dick and their mascara doesn't run" like. They love you. Vox is just like "so, any new ideas today" and you're just using your VoxTek Premium Exclusive Black Card to cut coke into lines, "*snooooooort* uhhhhh.... I got some ideas for some stupid little mobile games you can put tons of micro transactions in? Like just before i died there was this one game that was getting really popular but it had a lot missing, we could-" and they could all just kiss you

-on God, Fs in the chat for virgin male Readers who have Valentino finally pop that cherry. I feel like he'd find out you've never had so much as fingers in your ass and within that WEEK you're being dosed with love potion and taking him balls deep

-Val's the kinda yandere where he tells you you're safe being closeted with him, he'll keep your secret, he'll let you stay on the downlow, but one day he so much as ASSUMES disrespect from you and he's immediately letting everyone know exactly who you belong you. You're arguing with him and you go completely silent and cross your arms or some shit and he just takes a hit from his cigarette, "you know you looked a lot more handsome when you were screaming on my cock the other night" and outs you just like that, either as gay or as fucking him or both. Imagine Angel not knowing you slept with Val and he immediately gives you this hurt expression BECAUSE HE TOTALLY DOESNT HAVE A THING FOR YOU TOO

-Valentino would absolutely make male Reader and Angel fuck while he watches and or films it, and also tbh I feeeeeeeel like. Angel would be ok with trans or intersex men tbh? Idk. It's not clear exactly what his taste in men is? He doesn't mind when men are shorter than him, so, like, is he a switch? He gives huge switch energy and let's face it, that's one TALL twink. I mean look at him holding Charlie! He's strong for his size too! Pole dancing takes a lot of upper body strength!

Oh no... not me suddenly thinking about a scarier yandere angel dust who is a lot stronger than you thought... Yandere Angel Dust who corners you and takes you completely by surprise and you get a GUTTING display of just how strong his arms actually are. You're thinking "oh he's just some lanky bottom twink, he couldnt overpower me, in fact I'm scared i might hurt him, he's delicate" but like HONEY HE CAN SUPPORT HIS ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT BY JUST HIS ARMS OR THIGHS. He's a FIT twink.

-ive said it before but uh once Angel Has It Bad Enough, like Bad Bad Bad, he's over here, "oh Daddy, I'm just soOoOo scared uxu ya know my buddy Reader, that one ya think is cute? Well, he was drinkin' earlier and he mentioned wanting to move FAR away and he wouldn't tell me WHERE 🥺 I'm just so worried he won't be able to take care of himself, you know, what, with all that trauma about his FATHER and-- oh he didn't tell you? He's really vulnerable to BIG. SCARY MEN and im wooooorrrrrriiiied, what if he gets hurt, talk to him Daddy PleeeeEEeEease? 🥺" like. He might still hate Val's fucking guts but he's high on coke and watching Valentino put some real inches in you and he's having the most explosive guilt-filled nut of his entire afterlife

-im sorry I'm just picturing Reader being like "I'm not fucking gay, fuck off, leave me alone" and Velvette just not even looking up from her phone, "I saw you using that $200 hand cream. You're so deep in the closet you're finding Christmas presents"

"I'm not fucking gay" "amorcito I've seen the pants you like to wear. No straight men wears those"

"I told you guys I'm not into men!!" "That's what I thought too until I met Al- VAL! Until I met VAL! [OuO']"

Then one night you're off work and none of the Vees or even Angel know where you're at and they wind up in a club and, there you are, getting absolutely fucking wasted, on top of one of the counters, you know those clubs that have random pokes everywhere, and you're dancing, you're getting real zesty with it, you're dropping your ass, and here's Valentino jumping to his feet pointing a finger, "so you DO know how to pole dance!!!" and your fate is sealed from there on in 💀💀💀

#yandsre hazbin hotel #hh #yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #sinprompts

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gooppoo · 1 year

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Finding a Mate: Part 4

Requests Open!

mdni.

warnings: da mornin' after, meeting the sullys 😳, tuk being a silly goose, pregnancy scare..., arguing, fluff, angst, me lying and saying this was the last part there's gonna be a part 5 I'm very sorry

"Neteyam!"

It was difficult to decipher if the voice was apart of your dream, or beyond your consciousness.

"Neteyam!"

Your body twitched. Eyes begrudgingly peeling open to the bright morning.

"Ne-tey-yaaamm!"

The voice taunted, boredom underlying their call.

Sure the one calling his name was real, you hummed tiredly and pressed yourself from Neteyam's secure embrace. Events from last night were the first to greet your thoughts. You were tenderly compelled to litter good-morning kissed across his serene features.

"Neteyam!!"

Kiri?

Soft shakes to his shoulder replaced your kisses. First his nose twitched, then he harshly sucked in a breath and his eyes snapped open. His hand took yours and held it still against his joint until he realized where about he was.

"For god sakes...Neteyam, if you don't come out soon I'm gonna go back and tell mom and dad you ran away or something." Kiri grumbled, her lazy footsteps seemingly approaching.

"Kiri?" He scurried upward, voice raspy and rich.

"Neteyam!" She peeped back, her footsteps hurrying closer to your spot.

Your mate glanced at you, initially confused at your presence, clearly still disoriented. But once he grasped his surroundings an affectionate smile stretched his lips. The hand he had pressed to his shoulder was sprinkled with chastise kisses along your knuckles. A deep hue warmed your cheeks.

Kiri jogged into view, tossing her hands irritably, "Neteyam - oh."

Shamefully, you began to fix your braids and fidget with the fixtures covering your chest and groin. Neteyam used himself to shield you from Kiri's curious stare.

"What Kiri?" He grumbled, half-concerned.

"Uhm...you didn't come back last night. Mom and dad are worried."

Annoyed, he clicked his tongue, "I'm not a child, they don't need to send you for me when I don't come home."

"Well, you can tell them that."

Satisfied, Kiri spun on her heels and wandered off, getting caught up in the world around her as usual. Not enough so to send a few more suspicious glances over her shoulder.

"You should go Neteyam, or we'll never see each other again." You urged, stretching to your feet and yawning.

Neteyam protested, "They must learn I'm a man," (hadn't he proven that last night) "and I am able to decide when to come and go."

Endearingly fixing a few of his disheveled braids, "You're right. But they do not know about us, and will think I'm trouble. I love you too much to have your family think ill of me."

There was a sly smirk dancing across his face, "Y/n, they do know about you."

Leaving you to consider his words you found your chest tightening. What all did that entail? How much did they know? Was them knowing a good thing?

His hands rose to your cheeks and held them safely, "Y/n, mawey," he chuckled, "I can only speak of you highly. They've been scolding me to meet you."

For comfort, your palms blanketed his. Even with your situation in good standing, the pressure to preform well and be of standard to the Sully's was outrageous.

"You don't have to see them today-"

"Then when?"

Your suddenness took him by surprise. He stuttered.

"We're mated before Eywa! There is no better time than now," swallowing thickly, you continued, "But I am...nervous."

Neteyam didn't miss this aspect, and he racked his mind for solutions. Admittedly, he couldn't fully comprehend why you'd ever be nervous. There simply wasn't a thing his parents wouldn't approve of!

"What makes you so nervous, my love?"

A few tears pricked your eyes, and he instantly brought you into a secure cradle against his broad chest. You sobbed about how daunting it seemed to you, the standard you felt you were held to, and how everything about you seemed the opposite of what was accepted. The level of vulnerability you voiced rooted a stronger admiration in Neteyam. Every word aching from your insecure lips reached his ears with great consideration, and he was careful to wait until your were done to offer his thoughts.

He stroked your damp cheek with his thumb, "I hear you, Y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. If I were you, I'd feel strongly, too." You nodded against him, closely listening to his regular heartbeat, "You should know, that all the negative you see within yourself, I find beautiful. And I know my parents will too." He felt a gentle smile break through your weeping, "They'd be very happy to meet you, but they don't decide when to meet you - you do."

Sniffling, you pulled from his torso and met his considerate gaze. Cheeks streaky with tears heavily contrasted the affection in your eyes and grin.

Starting to collect yourself, you declared: "Well, I decide now."

In your tent, Neteyam helped you get ready for a critical moment in your relationship. By help, he mostly watched and hummed sensually when you changed or combed through your hair. His tail would swing, pleased, and sometimes he would let his wandering hands reach your hips.

"Neteyam - please." You grunted, adjusting the garment dangling across your chest, his palms tickling along your torso.

"Please you say..." he purred in your ear, going as far as to nip and lick along your neck.

At this you groaned playfully, and he accepted his defeat, pulling away and sitting obediently on the mat near your tall mirror. A few more strokes of your comb through your hair and you'd be ready, physically at least.

Setting aside the beauty tool, you double checked yourself in the mirror, "What do you say, Neteyam?"

"Hmm, where should I start?" He quipped sarcastically, then offered a serious response when you pouted, "Y/n you looked perfect when you woke me this morning, and even more perfect now. Please hear me when I say, you'll be okay."

Once more, his confident words brought your solace, easing the addicting worry infecting your veins. For good measure, you hung your arms around his neck, his around your waist, and exchanged a sweet kiss of courage.

At his home, he ushered you before his parents, a proud hand spread over the small of your back. You tried to swallow your nerves, and motioned a respectful, 'I see you.'

A groan sounded from a corner of the room, and appeared Tuk, "If mom and dad approve of her will you shut up? 'Dad, she's so pretty.' 'Dad, all I think about is her.' 'Mom, stop worrying about me finding a mate.' It's getting annoying."

"Tuk-!" Neytiri hissed, glaring harshly at her youngest. An embarrassing color flushing your face. "Apologize. Now." She scolded.

Tuk lulled her head to the side, dripping with angsty attitude, then faced you, "Sorry Y/n."

"Hey! Say it like you mean it." Jake barked, his marine training still deeply drilled into his character.

With a stiffer back, Tuk shuffled and issued a more formal apology, quick to disappear afterward. Neteyam began his own apology, but you brushed it off, understanding how difficult this could be.

Next, you shook Jake's hand, how Neteyam had shown you; firm and sure (clearly he'd learned this from his father). Even Neytiri took your hand in hers and smiled proudly at you.

"You've been wonderful to Neteyam. Fixing him when all he can do is be ignorant and foolish." She grumbled her last sentence, "Ma'Jake and I have decided on you for a long time."

"What?!" Neteyam deadpanned, and you giggled with a shy hand shielding your smile.

All the positive reinforcement Neteyam had prepared you for was making an appearance, filling your heart with enriching soul.

Neytiri frowned at Jake until he spoke up, "Yeah, Neteyam talks a lot about you. We've been expecting you for a while actually."

While Jake spoke you found it hard to pay attention to Neytiri's curious hand trailing up your arm and over your chest, prodding some places here and there.

"Mom-" Neteyam intervened, but it was moot, because his mother had a grasp on your upper arm and was guiding you from their home.

Afraid (and curious), you complied with her silently, listening as Neteyam closely followed and protested whatever she had wordlessly planned. When the infirmary came into view, you grew anxious. We're you sick?

"Mom! What the hell are you thinking?! You're scaring her shitless!" Neteyam fought, quick to be by your side.

Neytiri narrowed her eyes at her son, ears flattening against her head, "She is with child."

Moments later, Mo'at was summoned, her and Neytiri exchanging a conversation in Na'vi.

"Neteyam," you breathed, grasping onto his arm, fear quickly flooding in. Neteyam reciprocated your worry, pulling you closer and breathing shakily along side you.

Mo'at arrived and pulled you from your seat, lifting your arms, considering your face, running her chilly hands along your lower abdomen.

Coldly, she turned to her daughter, "You summon me for this kind of nonsense? Even if she is with child, it is far too early to tell." She glanced over her shoulder, "Change his bandages. Wipe your tears." As promptly as she came, she went.

Neytiri still looked irritable, now focusing toward her son to vent; "You've mated with her before letting her meet us!" She smacked his head, "You know better - what would your father think?"

Neteyam's lip twitched and he frowned deeply, "You do not make decisions for me! Accept this. And apologize to Y/n." The level of bottled-up fury grumbling in his voice was enough to make your stomach turn. Neytiri was notable for her unshakable character - but hearing her son speak to her this way, so furiously, was enough to shift her frown from disappointment to stupefy. This conversation could've been had much more civilly...but perhaps this is how Eywa intended.

Neytiri's stance returned to neutral, and she faced you, eyes scanning over your form, "I'm sorry." Even when she tried her her to best to be non-threatening, she still chilled your bones, "When you're done here, come home to share a meal." Voice flat, clearly her ego shattered. You curtly nodded and gladly leaned into Neteyam's side, his arm wrapping around you, a hand coming to rest on his chest. One last intense glance was exchanged between mother and son, then you were left to decompress.

Truthfully, some muscle memory guided you through the steps of seating Neteyam and beginning the process of tending to his what were now scars. A faintly scabbed, recovered series of scratches was no longer needing bandages, but some soothing cream. As you spread the treatment, you felt along where some new, lighter skin had formed, feeling his scars as your own, honoring them the same.

"What were you thinking?" You tenderly asked.

"We are not ready to be a mother and father." He sighed. You giggled, "I mean this," your eyes widened at his blemishes.

"Oh..." you picked up on how his eyes cast down to where you worked, "This. My father, too, of course -- he would've been in worse shape. But...I wanted to see you at your best."

"At my best?" He nodded once, as if the answer were clear, "And what would that be, Neteyam?"

"Being beautiful," a smiled dared to creep across your cheeks, "...beautiful nurse."

You kissed your teeth and flicked his temple, amusement unmistakable across your character. He too, smiled, love sick.

Pulling Neteyam up, you were quick to rest your hands on both side of his pectorals, softly dragging your nails across his skin and studying closely what was new and old. Obscuring your focus, Neteyam pinched your chin to lead you to his lips; supple and breathtaking.

Before getting too lost in him, your reminded him where you were, and that you were expected. Maturely, he acknowledged this. Begrudgingly, he created a divide between your bodies and started the journey back to the Sully home.

Upon arriving, you both stopped just before entering the home, listening closely to what all unfolded inside. There were many more than just the normal round of voices - maybe even drinks being served? You and Neteyam exchanged a look of uncertainty.

"We should go in..." you mumbled, toying with Neteyam's hand nervously.

"Yes, we should..." he chewed his lip, "...or we could finish something else first."

Life erupted in your chest and lit up your eyes. Neteyam laced together your fingers and whisked you away, laughing along with you as you traveled.

It wasn't long before you arrived at the spirit tree.

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